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snackhobi · 4 years

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pairing: namjoon x reader / word count: 9.3k / genre: pwp/smut

summary: You’ve been letting your laundry pile up for a little too long. Fortunately, your neighbour Namjoon is there to lend you a hand.

warnings: sexually explicit content, masturbation, edging (kinda), unintentional voyeurism (briefly), oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms (f receiving), bigdick!joon, dirty talk, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie, overstimulation (reader gets fucked dumb), praise, aftercare (please heed the warnings, and let me know if I need to clarify/add any!)

For most people, Sunday is a day of rest. But not for you.

Sunday means chores. Sunday means tidying up, dusting, vacuuming. Sunday means finally doing all the Adult Things you’ve been too busy/lazy to do for the rest of the week (or even longer than that, as evidenced by your overflowing laundry basket). Sunday means work.

You slap at your vibrating phone, fingers sliding uselessly across the screen as you fumble to cut off the chirping alarm, and then you groan. “Ugh." You bury your head into your crumpled pillow. And then, once more, with feeling: “Uggggggh.”

You roll around in your bed, thrashing a little like a child having a tantrum, before you flop on your back and stare at your ceiling with your limbs akimbo, a starfish.

“Why?” You whine out to no one in particular. “Why me?”

Fortunately you live alone, so there’s no one to witness your sulky behaviour. You would put off getting all your errands done, but you’ve already been doing this for so long that you’re practically out of clean clothes to wear. That’s one part about living alone that’s a double-edged sword- you have your own space where you can act however you please, which is Great, but also you’re the only one responsible for keeping on top of things, which is Less Great. You can’t rely on other people to get things done for you.

You’ve never been a morning person, and the fact it’s so nice outside already does nothing to brighten your mood; it’s the perfect kind of day, the chilled bite to the air mellowed by the sun in the cloudless, pale sky, and you’re going to have to spend it indoors. Ugh. You eventually grit your teeth and pull yourself out of bed, waking yourself up with a cold shower. Once you force a cup of overly sweet coffee into your system and the caffeine hits you so that you’re fully awake and ready to go, the world suddenly feels a lot more bearable. So you’re unperturbed when your underwear drawer comes up practically empty.

“Oops,” you say. “Oh well.”

It’s practically empty, but not entirely; there, at the back, there’s that pretty lingerie set you’d bought on a whim in a sale and then promptly never worn. Honestly you’d be happy to go without, seeing as no one else is here and you have no one to look pretty for, but you find that you never get anything done if you’re not in a bra. It’s like a Pavlovian response that you've ingrained into yourself: when you get home, your bra comes straight off, no ifs, buts, or maybes. Bra off means it’s Relaxation Time. Bra on? That means it's time to get things done.

But, yeah, if you’re going to wear the bra, you may as well wear the matching thong, right? It came as a set so you’d basically be committing a crime if you didn’t wear them together. You take one moment to admire yourself in the mirror, turning this way and that to appreciate how it makes you look, before promptly ruining the illusion of sexiness by covering it up with a pair of old sweatpants and a too-large tank top. They're the only bits of clothing not in your laundry basket that you don't mind getting dirty while you clean, so, you have to make do.

The worst part about doing chores is getting the whole process started, but you’ve been doing this long enough that you have a routine. Bra on, hair up, mental checklist ready. You toddle through to the kitchen with your laundry basket, picking through for the colours and whites, feeling entirely too accomplished once you get the first load sorted. This kickstarts the whole chore procedure and once you get stuck in, you actually start to have fun; you’ve got your noise cancelling headphones on and your cleaning playlist is full of songs that get you pumped up, and you sing along to the music as you get started on your next job.

You wiggle your butt to the rhythm of the beat while you hoover, pushing your vacuum into the corners of your flat and ruthlessly sucking up the dust bunnies that have gathered there. You're in the middle of belting out one particularly long note when a spider scuttles out from under your sofa and the note rises into a little scream; you act on pure instinct and suck the spider up into the hoover, watching as all the long hairy legs fold together and get schlorped into the vacuum’s nozzle before disappearing forever. You feel immediately relieved but also immensely guilty when this happens- spiders are awful and you hate them but usually you’d try your best to catch them under a cup before flinging it outside, so the fact you’ve maybe just killed it? You really are just awful. (But thank God it’s gone.)

Maybe that's enough hoovering for now.

You empty the dust bag into the bin, mindful of the fact that the spider might still be alive and come crawling out onto your hands. Thankfully it doesn’t, but you’re not going to take any chances; you draw the bin liner shut and tie it tight, before deciding that the best course of action is to put it into your outside bin, in case the spider decides to come back with a vengeance.

You hoist the bag up and pause for a second to glance down at how the straps of your too-loose top have slipped down your shoulders to reveal the top of bra, the intricate lace trim of the cups and extra straps that criss cross your chest- definitely an, uh, interesting outfit choice for a quick trip out of your flat. You make the executive decision to shrug on a hoodie and zip it all the way to your neck to preserve your modesty and save you from the chill outside. Once that’s done it takes two seconds to slip your feet into your (fake) Converse shoes, another few seconds to fiddle with the lock on your door, struggling with the latch- it’s been a bit janky for a while and you keep forgetting to sort it out- before you hop your way downstairs and to the outside shed where everyone's bins are stored.

Ewch. It doesn’t smell that great in here. You make quick work of dumping your rubbish and escaping from the hut, shutting the door firmly behind you to try and keep the stench locked inside, before almost falling over when you feel the telltale sensation of a cat curling around your ankles. He’s meowing up at you but your headphones have been drowning him out, so you slide them off your ears and hook them around your neck so you can actually hear him.

"Oh, hi, baby!" The ginger stray likes to hang nearby the building, always friendly and happy to see you, even if he seems to like sneaking up when you least expect it. He meows at you again as you squat down to stroke him, butting his head into your palm as his tail curls in delight. "Aren't you just the most gorgeous boy? Yes, you are, aren't you?"

The cat ends up putting his paws onto your knee to butt his face against yours, and the next thing you know, you have an armful of cat. You laugh and continue to pet him, cooing at how cute he is as he purrs back. "Awh, baby, you're so sweet," you say. "I wish I could take you home, but my meanie landlord says we can't have pets."

“I was thinking of starting a petition, actually, so the landlord gets rid of the No Pets clause in the tenancy agreement. You’re welcome to sign it if you like.”

You glance up from where you’ve been allowing the cat to shove his nose against your chin, standing up straight to address the man who’s talking to you, cat still clutched in your arms. “Oh! Hi, Namjoon-ssi. That’s such a good idea, I love that. Stick it to the man. I’d definitely sign it. How are you today?”

Kim Namjoon, aka your neighbour from across the hall, is smiling at the cat in your arms. Namjoon’s the perfect neighbour and ideal tenant- quiet, tidy, considerate, although he does have a tendency to lose his keys and gets locked out of his flat on a pretty regular basis.

It’s actually how you’d started to talk in the first place. When you first moved in you’d given him a small box of chocolates to endear yourself to your same-floor-friend, only exchanging small nods and pleasant greetings for a while after that, but after you’d found Namjoon waiting sheepishly on his own doorstep- “My friend has a key but it’s going to take him a little while to get here,” he’d explained- you’d invited him into your own flat to wait, rather than just in the hall.

Since then you’ve started to have chats whenever you see each other, and occasionally knock on each other’s doors whenever you ask to borrow things like sugar or a screwdriver or whatever, and you always invite Namjoon in for a cup of tea when he’s waiting for one of his friends to rescue him from his own forgetful nature. You’re still toeing the line between Friendly Neighbours and Kind Of Friends, but one thing you already know and admire about Namjoon is his ability to actually be a mature and put together adult. Sure, you drink a decent amount of water, you have a skincare routine with multiple steps, and you usually manage to eat your 5-a-day, but a lot of that feels like you do it because you’re expected to, sort of like a child playing make-believe.

Namjoon, meanwhile, manages to just ooze the sort of gravitas that comes with being a fully realised human being, someone who actively participates in the world around them because they’re entirely engaged with things and basically just Super Mature Adult (even if he apparently loses/breaks things on a fairly regular basis). Hence why you’re not at all surprised at the petition thing, or when Namjoon proceeds to tell you that he’s going to spend the afternoon at his friend’s uncle’s strawberry farm, picking fruit, because of course Namjoon is the kind of guy who supports local, organic, free range produce. (Wait. Can strawberries be free range? Or is that just eggs?)

“Ahh, I love strawberries! That’s so cool,” you say. “It must be fun.”

“You’re welcome to come, if you like,” Namjoon says. He’s always gracious so you know he’s just saying this to be polite, but you can’t help but think it would probably be really nice to spend time picking fruit and talking with him.

“Ah, I’d love to, but unfortunately I have prior commitments. I’m catching up on chores,” you admit ruefully. You’re still absently scritching the ginger cat’s chin as you speak, the animal purring up a storm in your arms and shedding all over your clothes, although you don’t notice or care. Namjoon is incredibly endeared- not that you notice that, either. “Hence the runway-ready outfit.”

Your hair is so messy it looks like some sort of wild possum has been nesting in it, your hoodie sleeves are so long they threaten to swallow your hands, and you’re not even wearing your cheap knock-off shoes properly- you’re stepping on the back collar of them in your bare feet so they’re basically glorified flip-flops at this point. Total fashionista. (Not.)

Namjoon, however, seems surprised at your dismissive tone. “You look cute and cozy,” he says.

You snort in an unladylike way, lifting the cat in your arms a little- you can’t gesture properly with an armful of fur, especially when the stray takes this as an invitation to crane upwards and shove his little face into the crook of your neck, knocking against your headphones. “Cute baby,” you coo at the cat, before turning your attention back to Namjoon. “You look cute and cozy,” you echo. It’s a little chilly today and Namjoon’s wrapped up, long scarf curled around his neck, beanie on his head, hem of his coat fluttering around his thighs. Super cozy, and again, a well-put-together adult.

You muffle a sigh. He’s a well-put-together and hot adult, tall and built, so handsome in his casual outfit, effortlessly masculine. You’ve been lowkey crushing on Namjoon for a while now, as futile as that effort is- you haven’t seen any evidence of a special someone in Namjoon’s life, but there’s no way that man is single. Even if he somehow is, he’s like, a bajillion light years out of your league, hyper intelligent and kind and gorgeous, in comparison to your… um… your… well. Yeah. In comparison to that.

He’s nice to you and he smiles whenever he sees you, though, and your weak little heart can’t help but flip flop in your chest whenever you see that dimpled little smile, even if you know you don’t have a chance in hell that he really thinks that you’re cute. He’s just being polite.

The cat in your arms gives a little wriggle, apparently sated for the day, and you carefully squat down to deposit him onto the ground. He gives you both one last little mewl before scampering off and you fondly watch him go. “Let me know when you have that petition written up,” you say, brushing the cat hairs off your sleeves. “I better get back to my flat, I need to finish the rest of my laundry so I can continue the facade of being a functional adult. Have a great day, Namjoon-ssi, and I hope you enjoy the strawberries! You’ll have to tell me how they are.”

“I will,” he says, eyes warm as he smiles, those little dimples appearing in his cheeks. Ugh, you want to touch them so much. “Good luck with your laundry.”

Namjoon’s beautiful smile fuels you for the rest of the day, buoying you up as you scrub the walls of your shower and bleach your toilet, bright yellow gloves a size too large for your hands as you spritz your bathroom counter. You might not be a legitimate adult in the same way that your neighbour is but you can give it a damn good go; even if the rest of your life is maybe a bit more chaotic than you’d like, you can at least get your surroundings in order.

And you do. By the time you’re finished with hoovering and mopping your floors and reorganising your clutter, your flat feels brand-spanking new again, fresh and clean and airy. You’d even lit a few scented candles earlier and you give yourself a pat on the back for your forward thinking as you snuff them out, the delicate smell of vanilla lightly filling the apartment. All that’s left is to go to the kitchen and put the final load of laundry in the tumble dryer and once that’s been emptied and sorted, you’re all finished. Mission accomplished. Chores done.

Once the tumble dryer has started its cycle you reward yourself with a cup of tea, a blackcurrant and blueberry fruit infusion that you’d gotten as a Secret Santa gift at work and hadn’t used yet, saving it for a special occasion. You hum to yourself and continue to wiggle your hips to the music trickling out of your headphones as the kettle boils, watching the purple that bleeds from the tea bag once the hot water cascades over it. It looks rich and vibrant and it smells so good- but then you make a little face when you take a sip. Fruit teas never taste as good as they smell. It’s not bad but it’s a little disappointing, really, a subpar reward after a hard day of work.

You stand in the middle of your kitchen with your mug still in your hand, eyes unfocused as you stare into space, trying to think of things in your flat that you could use to reward yourself. You’ve already used up those fancy gel eye masks that Jimin had given you for your birthday, and you’d let Jungkook have your sheet masks when he’d said his favourite brand was out of stock; Taehyung had pilfered all of your bath bombs as part of an experiment (the experiment being that he wanted to know what colour his bath water would turn if he used all your different bath bombs in it- the answer was ‘an incredibly underwhelming, if glittery, sludge brown’), and he still hasn’t gotten around to replacing them.

Pay day isn’t until next week and you’re tight enough on money at the moment that you don’t want to order out for dinner- living alone means you have to pay more rent so you have to be more careful with money- so you’re out of ideas.

That is until motion out of the corner of your eye catches your attention. You glance over at it, pulled out of your reverie; the old tumble dryer has been in this flat longer than you and it’s showing signs of wear and tear, base warped a little from age, noisy and wobbly as your clothes are being spun inside. You pause, mug dropping a little in your hand as the thought briefly flickers through your mind, before you bite your lip and throw caution to the wind. Fuck it. You live alone and you’ve had a long day and you deserve some kind of reward.

You abandon your unfinished mug of tea in the sink before eyeing the shaking tumble dryer. You hoist yourself up, straddling the corner of the machine, a little shiver running through you when you feel the vibrations through your legs and thighs as you settle into place; it takes time to situate yourself, thighs spreading as you tilt your hips forward and press your heat against the rumbling dryer. You shift on your hands, palms braced against the top of the machine as you wriggle into the best position- the second you get just the right angle you let out a little gasp, eyes squeezing shut when you feel how the shaking machine is sending vibrations throughout your entire body.

You keep your eyes shut as you continue to find the right rhythm. You rock your hips forward each time the machine rocks back, rolling the weight of your body down towards your clenching cunt; the vibrations are so strong that you can feel them through your sweatpants, lace of your thong rubbing against your clit in a deliciously rough way, sending little shockwaves of pleasure through you.

As you continue to work yourself up, your skin starts to feel overheated under your clothes, even with the chill spring air seeping into the flat- you fumble with the zip of hoodie, letting the material sag open before you brace yourself with your palms again. You feel how the hoodie slips down your arms, baring your shoulders, and you tilt your head back, revealing the line of your neck as you arch your spine. Each rumble of the machine rolls through you, wetness starting to slicken your folds as you grind down a little harder. It’s a steady, slow climb towards your peak- you shut your eyes to focus fully on the pleasure building between your legs, the way your clit feels swollen and almost over-sensitive from the strong vibrations from the dryer, the way your pussy clenches whenever you get the angle just right.

You start to gasp, biting back moans when you feel how your orgasm is getting closer. You lift one hand from the top of the dryer to run your hands over your skin- your neck, your throat, tracing over the straps of the bra that are digging into the swell of your breasts. It’s good, really good, but it’s not enough; every time you feel like the peak of your orgasm is about to crest, it ebbs away again, and you let out a little whine from the back of your throat.

With your eyes still shut, you try to conjure up images that’ll arouse you and send you tumbling over the edge. Hands on your body, lips against your skin, your mouth. Normally when you masturbate you try to keep away from thinking about anyone in particular, because you feel like if you see that person in the future they’ll just telepathically know about it and you end up feeling awkward and guilty (even if you know it's illogical)- but today you can’t help it. Your mind slips to the thought of Namjoon this morning and the way he’d smiled at you, and once you start thinking about Namjoon, you can’t stop.

Namjoon’s smile. His mouth. His tongue. His hands, his fingers. His tall, beautiful body, pressing you down against a mattress, trapping you against him. You take the hand that’s been trailing over your collarbones and lift it to your mouth and press two fingers past your lips, trying to imagine that it’s Namjoon. Imagine that it’s the weight of his cock on your tongue, hard and heavy. You bet it’s as gorgeous as the rest of him. You bet he tastes so good, hot and salt and maybe a little bitter, heady and masculine; you let out a low moan around your lips as you run the pads of your fingertips over your tongue, saliva pooling in your mouth.

All the while, your music has been playing on, heavy beat thrumming through you as you forget the outside world and focus on the reality you’re conjuring in your mind. Namjoon’s cock in your mouth. Namjoon’s mouth on your cunt. Namjoon’s skin against yours. Namjoon fucking into you, hard and deep. Your blood rises in your veins, toes curling as you can feel how your orgasm is getting ever closer now that you’re this turned on, your cunt leaking with arousal; the thought of Namjoon wanting you as much as you want him is dizzying, as unlikely as it is. The Namjoon in your mind fucks into you with a particularly rough thrust and in the real world you respond with a moan, garbled around the fingers between your lips. Fuck, you’re so close.

Just as you're nearly there, your playlist ends and everything lapses into silence, your reverie shattered. The moment is gone. Your orgasm slips away from you again and you whimper, unintentionally edging yourself yet again.

Your eyes flutter open briefly when your haze is broken, although you squeeze them back shut so that you can get back to picturing Namjoon and finally bring yourself to completion- but then your eyes fly open again, fingers stuttering in your mouth and hips going still as your entire body stiffens, blood turning to ice in your veins.

The very real Kim Namjoon is standing in the doorway of your kitchen. There’s a look of utter shock on his face, his lips parted, eyes so wide it looks like his eyeballs are going to pop out of his skull, frozen in place. You don’t know how long he’s been there. You don’t know if he’s just walked in on you. Really, though, it doesn’t matter if he’s been there for five seconds or five hours- he’s seen everything, the way there’s saliva dripping from your mouth around your fingers, tank top barely hiding your lingerie, the way you’ve been bucking your hips against the dryer. Utterly desperate and debauched and depraved.

There’s a small, white plastic bag in Namjoon’s hands with a pretty strawberry logo on it, drooping further and further towards the floor as his arms go slack. You don’t notice it until it’s slipping loose from his fingers and landing on the floor.

Berries go rolling out of the sagged plastic and across the tiles but Namjoon doesn’t seem to notice. That single point of motion in the room seems to kickstart your brain into gear, your flight or fight response screaming flight, and you practically throw yourself off the tumble dryer. Your brain is entirely empty of logical thought right now and the only thing you can think of is that you need to get away and hide forever.

You rush past a still frozen Namjoon, stumbling down your hallway towards your open front door- you notice that the latch is stuck, not clicking into place when you’d come back inside earlier and leaving the door unlocked, you idiot. Namjoon always knocks and it must have swung open as soon as he rapped his knuckles against it, and you wouldn’t have heard it over your goddamn music. You absolute, utter idiot.

You’re not thinking about how illogical it is to flee from your own home to get away from someone. You’re just thinking about your escape. Taehyung’s flat is the nearest and it won’t take long to run there and you can survive without shoes; you’re still barefoot but you don’t have time to grab anything. You have to run.

You’re just stretching out for the door when you feel large hands grab you from behind. You flail, door swinging shut as your fingers brush against it before you’re being pulled backwards by the arms that have slid around your waist. You start to struggle, squirming in the hold, pushing at the hands trapping you as you instinctively still try to get away from the shame and embarrassment; Namjoon’s body is warm and solid against your back, his muscles effectively trapping you in place, and you can feel how his voice rumbles through him as he speaks, audible through the silence of your headphones.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

You’ve never heard Kim Namjoon sound like this. His voice is authoritative, commanding. The part of your brain that acts on pure instinct- the part that just told you to go hurtling out onto the street without shoes- responds instantly, and you immediately go lax in his hold even though you’re still internally panicking.

“I was planning on going to the moon,” you say, unable to cover up how your voice is shaking, even if you’re trying to hide behind sarcasm. It’s your only defence right now. Your skin prickles with embarrassment. “Where else do you think?”

Namjoon lets out a chuckle, and your toes curl at how deep the sound is. “The mouth on you.” He sounds amused. You can’t look him in the eye. “Were you trying to get away from me?”

“‘Trying’ is the operative word.” You’re still staring resolutely at the door- it’s swung shut and the latch has actually clicked upwards this time. Traitor. “As you can tell, I’m not doing a very good job. The sooner I go, the sooner I get the paperwork started for my move to Fiji.”

“I thought you were planning on going to the moon.” Namjoon’s hold on you is still firm. You’re utterly helpless. “Changed your mind?”

“Going to open a diner in Fiji to raise funds for my moon mission. It’s a long plan.” The spike of adrenaline that had burst through you is already dissolving in your system, leaving you feeling limp and strung out. You can’t see Namjoon’s face with how your back is crushed against his chest; when you glance down all you can see is how big his hands are against your stomach. Despite yourself, you shiver. As panicked and embarrassed as you are, arousal is still trickling through you, and you hate yourself for the effect that Namjoon is having on you right now. You try to sound calm and unaffected as you continue to speak, but you feel breathless from the lingering pleasure tingling between your legs. “Can you let me go now, please?”

“Is that really what you want?” You’ve had your hands on his wrists from how you’d been trying to push them away, so you feel how one of Namjoon’s hands starts to slide downwards, slow as treacle, and your breath hitches as his fingers slide under the waistband of your sweatpants. They don’t go any further than that, palm splayed over your hipbone, but you feel your pussy clench at the warmth of his hands on your skin and a whimper slips out of you. “Or do you actually want something else?”

Your fingers dig into his wrists. When you open your mouth to reply, your words fail you and instead you just let out a little breath. You’re in utter disbelief at what’s happening right now, unsure of what’s going on- you’re not an idiot but there is no way that Namjoon is implying what you think he’s implying. Absolutely no way. Not a chance in hell. What?

As you continue to stay silent, brain trying to catch up with the situation, Namjoon doesn’t move.

“Use your words, baby,” he murmurs. “I need to know that you want this.”

Oh, fuck. When Namjoon calls you baby it feels like a switch has been flipped inside you; like he’s slipped a missing fuse into place and your entire body has lit up, full of energy and electricity from his touch. It’s overwhelming. “Of course I want this,” you confirm, trembling, and then: “I want you.”

Namjoon responds by finally moving his hand downwards. You watch as it goes, how he pauses when he makes contact with the fabric of your underwear, the unmistakable texture of embroidered lace under his touch. He drags his fingertips across the straps that cross over themselves, an arrow guiding him to his mark; your entire body goes tense when his fingers glance over your swollen folds, slick through the fabric.

You gasp. You’re still trapped against him by the strong arm curled around you, but your hands are free- you pull your headphones off and let them fall to the floor, twisting your head around so you can finally look at Namjoon’s face. His eyes are hooded and dark. He looks nothing like the cute and clumsy man who waves you good morning every day; he looks like some hungry animal, a predator who’s been waiting for the right time to swallow his prey whole.

“Namjoon,” you breathe. He gives you a small smile that’s more of a smirk, utterly at odds to his usual dimpled beams.

“You don’t have to settle for an old tumble dryer, gorgeous.” He kisses the bare skin of your shoulder, right next to where your bra strap is resting, eyes locked on yours. His lips are so soft and you shiver. “Let me help you.”

“I’ll have you know that tumble dryer was very close to getting me off, actually.” You’re so turned on right now but you can’t help the words slipping out; a lifetime of snark doesn’t leave you the second you start feeling horny. “So it’s less you helping me, and more you giving me something you owe me, seeing as you took it away in the first place.”

Namjoon’s silent for a second, and you wonder if you’ve gone too far- if you’ve run your mouth too much- when he hums. “Ah,” he says. “That’s true. You’re right.”

“Huh?” You say eloquently, surprised, but then he takes the hand out of your sweatpants and you whine. “Hey, put that back, you’re not done yet.”

Namjoon lets out a little chuckle. “No, I’m not,” he agrees. “But I want to see this pretty lingerie properly. You’re all covered up and that just won’t do.”

He punctuates this statement by taking both of his hands to your hoodie, where it’s been caught at your elbows, and sliding it off you. He drags his large palms down your arms as he does this, cool against your overheated skin; goosebumps appear in the wake of his touch and you shiver again. You have no idea what's going on right now. Everything feels like some sort of fever dream but you're not about to start complaining.

“If you’re about to see me in my unmentionables I’d least like a kiss first,” you say, pout audible in your voice. The truth is you’ve thought about Namjoon’s plush lips more often than you’d like to admit, how beautiful his mouth is, and it’s got to be illegal for Namjoon to have been touching you for as long as he has without letting you have at least one taste of his kisses. “Please?”

“Turn around, baby.” You instantly comply, all but throwing your arms around his neck as you look at him with an innocent, bambi gaze; he still has that half-lidded set to his eyes but you can see how that ravenous hunger is softened by his smile. “God, you’re gorgeous.”

“Shut up and kiss me,” you say. You might sound like the protagonist to some cheesy romance film right now but the truth is that you’re still aware of the heat between your legs, the ebbed arousal that’s still coiling low in your stomach, and as much as you want to kiss Namjoon, you want to cum, too. “Kiss me, kiss me, kiss m-”

Namjoon kisses you. He cuts you off mid sentence by slotting his mouth against yours, open around the word he swallows, and he immediately presses his tongue past your lips; you yield to him, letting him press his lips to your cupid’s bow as you lick his lower lip, soft and full. Just as good as you thought. No- better. His hands stay steady around your waist, but yours keep moving as you keep kissing- his shoulders, his nape, his hair, his jaw. Every part of him is so warm and solid against you and you just can’t get enough.

You slant your head to get deeper, tongues slipping into each other’s mouths in a way that borders on lewd, rubbing against each other as you trade saliva, your mouth full of the taste of Namjoon. You swear there’s a lingering taste of strawberries. You feel better, a little more in control now that you know Namjoon will indulge you even if you’re being a brat, and you can finally chase the thing that got this whole sequence of events started.

“I wanna cum, Namjoon,” you murmur against his lips once you finally part, breathless from his kisses. “Will you help me cum? Please? Pretty please?”

Namjoon’s lip curls back from his teeth in a silent growl, and a shudder runs through you at the sight; seeing your usually composed neighbour act like this because of you is a heady sensation. “You won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you,” he says, and your pussy throbs with need at his words.

“Jesus Christ, Namjoon.” Your eyes are wild. “I want you to fucking wreck me.”

You get no warning before Namjoon is literally sweeping you off your feet and you squeal in surprise when you feel them leave the ground, but Namjoon’s grip on you is steady as he lifts you in a bridal hold. You feel breathless at this physical representation of his strength- you’ve only seen his bare arms once (that had been a nice morning) before but you definitely hadn’t forgotten about how thick they are, as evidenced by the way he’s carrying you.

Normally you’d probably be chewing him out for lifting you without warning, but right now there’s a very base, animalistic part of you that goes belly up at the very obvious reminder of Namjoon’s superior power. The instinctual part of you that had initially told you to run away from him now seems entirely content with the fact you’ve been caught, and so you stay quiet in his arms. You cling tight to him as he walks to your bedroom without the need for directions, your flat the mirrored twin to his; you keep kissing his neck as he nudges the door open with his foot, running a hand down his chest, feeling the flex of his muscles through the fabric of his shirt.

He’s so fucking hot, what the fuck.

He’s hot, and strong, but gentle, too. When Namjoon sets you down he’s so careful even though he could easily manhandle you in any way he wanted, and you give him a kiss as a thank you. It’s a brief moment of quiet, that little kiss, but then Namjoon is pulling you back towards him and his hands are all over as he helps you strip; Namjoon’s eyes are heavy on your body as he drinks you in, finally wearing nothing but the lingerie he’s been so desperate to look at.

He sees the way the interweaving straps rest against your skin with the perfect amount of pressure, little swells letting him know that he’ll be able to trace the touch of lace on your body even after he’s ripped it off you. The lace cups of your bra do nothing to hide how your nipples are standing to attention, begging to be touched. But the most eye-catching thing, the thing that Namjoon can’t stop looking at, is how sodden the lace between your legs is; your inner thighs are slick with your arousal, shining, and you haven’t even cum yet.

“Look at you. So gorgeous,” Namjoon says. “Gonna make you cum over and over, baby.”

His hands feel so good against your skin as he skims his fingers over your panties, but he doesn’t take them off, and you let out a needy little noise. “Please,” you whine. “I need to cum, Joonie, been waiting so long.”

Namjoon watches as you reach to fumble with the clasp of your bra and reaches for your hands, stopping your motions. You blink up at him, confused, but then he’s turning you towards the bed and bending you over it, motions firm and undeniable; not that you would try to defy him, anyway. You brace your palms against the mattress and instantly arch your spine so that your ass is pushed out, enticing as possible.

You’re wondering if you’re going to have to beg for Namjoon to touch you but it seems what little patience he had has run out; his warm palms are immediately against your ass, touch reverent as he slides his hands over your skin, and you press back into that touch, wanting more of it. His hands skim up your sides and his fingers dance along the edge of your bra before reaching for the hooks, unfastening it so that it slips down your arms and onto the bed before you shove it aside.

He bends over you, chest broad and warm against your naked shoulderblades, arms coming around your body so that he can cup your breasts in his large hands; his palms cover so much of your skin, your sensitive nipples, and you gasp at the shock of sensation that shoots through you as he drags his hands over them before using his fingers to pinch the hardened nubs. You twist your head and make a little noise, and Namjoon obliges you with a kiss, grinning against your mouth with each desperate sound he muffles with his plush lips.

Eventually, though, he pulls away from you. You glance over your shoulder to see that he’s gotten to his knees, still staring at your soaking core, before he hooks one of his thumbs into the fabric covering your aching pussy and pulls it aside before pressing his mouth against you.

“Oh, fuck!” Your body goes weak and you slump forwards onto your elbows and shove your face into the bed, and Namjoon follows when this moves you away from him, tongue buried in your cunt as he eats you out with no mercy. He’s utterly shameless, noises slick and lewd as he drags his wet tongue over your entrance and clit, swallowing down all the arousal that’s leaking out of you, ravenous. You reach behind you with one of your hands to grip his hair, and when you grind back against his face he lets out a satisfied hum; you gasp at the vibrations against your lower lips, oversensitive from all your edging.

“Gonna cum,” you say, twisting your head so that your cheek is pressed to your rumpled blanket. “I’m so close, oh, God, Namjoon-”

He’s been rubbing his tongue up and down your clit in a particularly sinful way, and after one more particularly hard stroke, you finally, finally reach that precipice you’ve been reaching for all day. You shove your face back into the blanket as you cum, all your gasps and moans coming together in one long cry as your toes curl and you tighten your fingers so hard into your sheets you almost pull them off the mattress. Your entire body trembles as your cunt pulsates with pleasure, each ripple of your pussy feeling like it’s passing through your whole body, and Namjoon doesn’t let up for a second, lapping down each wave of cum that flushes out of you. You feel utterly weak as you flop forwards against the mattress, boneless and shaky, but Namjoon’s mouth is still on you and you let out a whimper, oversensitive.

“It’s too much,” you gasp. “Namjoon-”

He takes his mouth off you immediately. “Sorry, baby,” he apologises, pressing a kiss against the swell of your ass. You want to sag your lower body against the bed but his hands are keeping you up, fingers digging into the soft skin of your ass and hips. “You just taste so good. Can you lie down for me?”

“Yes,” you say into the blanket, your voice a muffled slur. You’re so eager to please him even though you feel so weak from your post orgasm haze, and your muscles feel like jelly as you try to lift yourself onto the bed. Namjoon obviously notices how fucked out you are because he helps flip you over so that you’re on your back, staring up at him.

You continue to stare at him as he sheds his clothes. You let your gaze shamelessly rove over his body as it’s revealed- the honeyed tone of his skin, the muscles that shift underneath it, his shoulders, his arms, his chest, the long legs, the thick thighs, the trail of hair that dips down to his-

“Holy fuck.” Your voice is reedy with desperation, and Namjoon laughs.

His cock has to be the biggest you’ve seen in real life, long and thick, fully erect even though you haven’t touched it yet- the fact that you’re apparently arousing enough to bring him to full hardness is flattering, honestly. Even as you stare at it, it twitches, a dribble of precum oozing from the flushed head, almost an angry red from neglect. You watch, enraptured, as he circles his fingers around it; it doesn’t look any smaller in his large hands. He pulls on his cock, long and slow, before he spits onto it and fucks into his fist as you watch him, spreading the wetness over himself.

“Gonna fill that hungry little pussy with this cock,” he says. “Gonna give you a reward for being such a good girl. Is that what you want?” Namjoon watches you as he thumbs at his slit, precum weeping from his tip. “Does my good girl want this cock?”

“I want it,” you beg. You do, you want it so bad. His mouth and lips and tongue felt so good but it must be nothing in comparison to how good it’ll feel to be filled up by Namjoon’s heavy, long cock. “Fuck, Namjoon, please, I want it.”

You lift your hips so that Namjoon can slide your panties off you. He stares at the strings of wetness that cling to them as he peels them away from your core, finally bare to the cool air of the room, and you suck in a breath. He wastes no time, climbing onto the bed and settling above you, cock swaying between his legs before he grasps it and tilts it towards your entrance.

You lift your hips again, tilting them towards him for an easier angle- and immediately cry out when he broaches you, head pressing past your entrance. You’re so turned on and flushed wet that the initial slide in is easy, but as he gets deeper and deeper you can feel the stretch, your pussy forced open for him, feeling like you’re being split open with how big he is- you’ll feel the burn tomorrow, but right now your body is ripe and ready for him to take you, cunt clenching as he bottoms out in you. You experimentally tense your muscles and the two of you gasp in a breath, shocked pleasure at the sensation.

“Fuck, baby,” Namjoon groans. “You feel so good.”

He holds still for a moment to let you adjust, leaning down to kiss you. It’s deep and slow, tongue swiping into your mouth as you part your lips for him and let him take what he wants. When he leans back, all that softness is gone- your legs fall apart as he starts to fuck you, hips snapping forward as he ruthlessly presses his cock into you. He’s so big and he’s striking so deep it feels like you can feel him in your stomach, and you arch your back into him and cry out each time he strikes home.

The pace he sets is rough and aggressive, the slap of skin against skin and wet noises from his cock driving into your pussy filling the silence of the room, every part of you hypersensitive to every sensation- Namjoon’s weight pressing you into the mattress, the shaking bed, the rising smell of sweat and sex, the firmness of his hands on you. He leans back and you catch a glimpse of his hungry eyes before he puts his hands under your knees and hitches your legs up so that you’re practically bent in half when he fucks into you again- you cry out at the change of angle, how this lets him splay his large hand over the line of your hipbone as he starts to rub his thumb across your clit, continuing to fuck into the whole time.

“Gonna c-cum again,” you hiccup between thrusts, the air punched out of you each time that hot cock spears into you. “Joonie, gonna- gonna cum aga- oh!”

Your spine arches as your orgasm rips through you, coil of pleasure exploding like a firework as you cum for the second time that day, walls tensing around Namjoon’s cock; he continues to thrust into you, even when your cunt clenches so tight it feels like there’s no space inside you for his length. He keeps forcing your body open for him even as you keep falling apart around him, and you keep taking it, loving it. The only thing you can register is the delirious, mind-numbing satisfaction, sobbing out as Namjoon’s cock continues to fill you- you feel like he’s fucked you dumb, like your body was only made to be fucked by him, sloppy and open and wet. Each time he fills you up again it forces a noise from your throat, sounds of almost animalistic pleasure spilling from your lips, all semblance of coherent words gone.

When Namjoon pulls out of you, even though your body feels weak and limp and entirely fucked out, you whine at the loss. The next second, though, he flips you over, nudging your ankles apart before sliding back into you. The change of angle has him dragging against your sweet spot, balls slapping against your clit, overwhelming off the heels of just cumming, but you just take it, drooling into the pillow as your brain gives over to the all-consuming pleasure.

“So pretty when you cum around my cock.” Namjoon’s bent over you, murmuring praises that you barely register as he litters kisses over your shoulders and the side of your throat. “Greedy little pussy takes my cock so well. Such a good girl for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“Wanna be a good girl for you.” Your words are a slur, your brain foggy but eager to please, answering the question. “Joonie.”

“Gonna fill you up so good,” he says, lips pressed against your ear as he whispers filth to you, still mercilessly fucking into you. “Gonna fill this pretty little pussy with my cum. Do you want my cum, baby?”

“Wan’ it,” you moan. There’s heat curling in your abdomen again, pussy tightening as another orgasm creeps up on you, the promise of Namjoon’s hot cum filling you pulling you closer to the edge. “Want your cum, Joonie.”

His fingers tighten around your waist as he starts to jackhammer into you. His cock feels like it’s splitting you open even as his rhythm starts to falter, and after one particularly hard thrust your eyes roll back in your head as you tumble over the edge again, cumming so hard it’s a wonder you don’t pass out. You let out a strangled moan and Namjoon curses as you tighten around him, your entire body trembling under his hands as you give yourself over to the waves of pleasure crashing through you.

His rhythm falters before he lets out a shout and his cock jerks inside you as your tightening cunt pulls him into climax. Hot cum fills your pussy as he empties himself inside you, aftershocks of your orgasm drawing his seed deeper, painting your insides. You lie there and take it, face turned into the pillow as you focus on the sensation of his twitching cock, the way your body is milking him even in your exhaustion, like it’s desperate to satisfy him even when you can barely speak.

You shiver when you feel him slowly pull out. He’s stroking his hands over your skin, kissing your shoulder blades and nape as he turns you over, gentle as he touches you. “You did so well,” Namjoon praises, smiling at you. “So good for me.”

You still feel fuzzy but you latch onto Namjoon’s words as he kisses you on your forehead, your cheeks, your nose. Words seem so hard to string together right now but you try your best, voice small and weak. “Did good?”

“Absolutely perfect, baby,” Namjoon says, and you let out a happy sigh. You stay quiet while Namjoon slips out of your bed before returning with a damp cloth. You let your muscles go entirely lax as Namjoon rolls you onto your back and gently spreads your legs; he watches as his own cum drips out of you before he gently swipes the mix of cum that’s smeared across your pussy, mindful of your sensitive clit. You bask in his touch, feeling like a cat bathing in sunlight as he cleans you up, stroking his hands across your skin.

He gathers you in his arms and continues to murmur praises between kisses and touches. You slowly come back to yourself as he keeps lavishing attention on you, skin warm against his, turning into his touch as your brain starts to flicker back on.

Namjoon brushes his lips against your forehead as your higher thought processes continue to fall back into place, although you’re still a little hazy. “You okay, sweetheart?”

“Yeah.” You feel thoroughly fucked out after three back-to-back orgasms and your pussy feels raw and you’re not sure when you’ll next be able to walk in a straight line, but none of those things detract from how fabulous you feel right now. “More than okay. Wow. When I said I wanted you to wreck me, I didn’t realise you’d do such a good job.”

Namjoon smiles at you, and you finally get to indulge yourself, lifting a hand to stroke a finger across his dimples that deepen as you touch them. “I’m always happy to oblige,” he says, and you grin as you brush your nose across his neck, nuzzling into him.

“You really are the best neighbour,” you say. “Did you seriously come over to give me a bunch of hand picked strawberries? That’s what that bag was, right?”

“Of course.” Namjoon’s fingers continue to rub circles into your shoulder. “I thought you deserved a nice treat after a day of chores.”

“Oh, I feel very thoroughly rewarded,” you giggle, before pulling your head back to look Namjoon in the eye. “God. I was so mortified at the beginning, though. I seriously thought I was going to have to pack my bags and move away.”

“The strawberries wouldn’t be enough to persuade you to stay?” Namjoon strokes his knuckles down your cheek before resting his thumb under the swell of your bottom lip, pushing up a little so it looks like you’re pouting at him. “After I spent all afternoon picking them and thinking about you, and how lovely you’d look while you ate them with this pretty little mouth of yours?”

You relax into his touch, letting him rub the pad of his thumb over your lip, all but kissing his finger each time your mouth shapes itself around another word. “You think about me?”

“I thought it was obvious,” Namjoon says, stroking over your lip one last time before cupping your chin in his palm. “I don’t genuinely lose my keys as often as you think I do. Though I do still lose them a lot,” he adds, a little sheepish, and you laugh.

“So you’re saying that if I give you a spare key to my flat, I should have back-ups on hand just in case?” You tease, leaning into the hand that’s cradling your chin. “Good to know.”

“A spare key?” Namjoon looks a little taken aback, and you blink at him.

“Yeah,” you say, like it’s obvious. “Y’know, unless you want me to go back to using the tumble dryer.”

The hand that’s been on your shoulder tightens a little as Namjoon digs his fingers into your skin, possessive. That part of you that’s gone belly up for him preens at the attention, still eager to please him and make him happy, loving the sensation of being so desired by someone who you thought was out of your reach. “No.” Namjoon’s voice is a rumble in his chest. “I’ll make you cum whenever you want, sweetheart.”

“Mm.” You hum quietly before kissing his cheek, and then Namjoon uses the hand under your chin to turn you towards him and presses his mouth softly to yours. “You might regret saying that. I’m very demanding. Starting with this- do you want to go get those strawberries so I can have a taste?” You flutter your lashes at him, and Namjoon chuckles as he indulges you.

You watch the flex of muscles in his thighs and ass as he walks from the room, still in a bit of disbelief that you’ve touched him and kissed him and been so thoroughly fucked by him. Kim Namjoon is a ten course meal (not including drinks or dessert) but here he is, naked on your bed as he feeds you the sweet, ripe strawberries that he picked with his own hands, kissing the taste off your lips between each bite.

You feel utterly pampered and taken care of, reclining against the pillows as Namjoon feeds you another strawberry. You reach out for the largest you can see and return the favour, letting him lick the sweetness off your stained fingers and giggling at the sensation.

“The dryer’s finished its cycle, by the way,” Namjoon says after he’s finished kissing your fingertips.

“That’s nice,” you say as you carefully pick out another strawberry and rest it against the dark red flush of Namjoon’s lips. “But I’m busy feeding the world’s most beautiful man right now, so it can wait.”

Namjoon smiles at you, eyes lovely and warm as he parts his lips to accept the fruit, before leaning down to press his berry stained mouth against your own.

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Imagine being Sirius’s daughter (Part 5)

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-That afternoon after divination you walked down to the hut to show Hagrid the Martisor George got you from Romania. Not even bothering to knock you swung the door open to see Hagrid looked at a medium sized, dark forest green egg, covered in scales.

“What the bloody hell is that?” You replied, quickly shutting the door as Hagrid jumped slight, startled by your sudden presence. His eyes wide as you advanced towards the table, and gently ran a finger down the scaled egg.

“I won it, fellow said it was a genuine dragon egg.”

“I would hope so, this thing is huge.” You replied, “Hagrid, what are we gonna do with a dragon?”

“Well I’m gonna raise him as my...”

“Hagrid, not only is the ministry never going to allow you to have a dragon, but neither is Dumbledore, I mean this has to be some sort of violation of the safety...”

“So is Aragon.” He cut you off so matter of factly, as you looked over at him, “He is different, he doesn’t spit fire, or fly. Plus he is trained to stay in the Forest, where not only can he hunt for his own food, but you go out and feed him as well. A dragon would never be able to survive in the forest.”

“I thought out of everyone, you would be excited.” He sighed, almost defeated, cause he knew what you were saying was true, however the tone of his voice made your heart break.

“I am excited, I just don’t want to see you get fired and banished.” You smiled, “What if you let Charlie take care of it in Romania? I am sure he would let you come and visit all the time.”

-The rest of the visit you two just sipped tea and discussed the dragon egg that was sitting between you both on the table, and when you left you were under the impression that Hagrid was going to reach out to Charlie, and have him look after his little dragon. However when you left the hut, Hagrid turned around and spoke, “Don’t worry little fellow, I’m not gonna ship you off to Romania.”

-He hid the egg during the day, fearful that you would visit.

-The boys were always asking you if they could listen to your Walkman, which you happily shared with them. Lee really liked listening to Abba, and Elton John, George preferred AC/DC, The Eagles, and Journey, and Fred always wanted to listen to your David Bowie, Motley Crue, and Billy Joel. However you thought it was funny that they all loved Queen, and many nights you would find them putting a volume charm on your headphones so that everyone in the common room could listen to Freddie Mercury singing.

-On these nights, once everyone had left the common room in search of escape from the noise you and the boys would end up dancing around the common room to the melody, and screaming the lyrics as you did. This resulted in Percy coming to have multiple talks with you four about the noise at 1am. You would always look at him with a look of apology, but as soon as he would leave, you were all roaring with laughter.

-Sometimes late at night you would put the headphones on and listen to the Pink Floyd album, it was one of the few pieces of music you could remember your father playing, it made you feel like you were a toddler again running around your small flat, everyone who you loved back in your life. A single tear running down your face as you remembered.

-The twins were always fighting over who was going to be your partner for group assignments, which always made you chuckle as you looked at Lee, “They act like I won’t help them both.”

-Even though they would fight over it, Fred was your partner a majority of the time. Each time George and Lee hoped he would get the guts to try to ask you out on a date again, but he never did.

-When you went to Hagrid’s one afternoon you looked at him concerned, “What’s wrong Hagrid?”

“Nothing you can help with.” He replied as you sat down, arms crossed, “Try me?”

“It’s just.... something is killing unicorns in the forest. All the creatures are on edge, I mean everyone knows that the only reason anyone would want to murder such a majestic creature is...”

“For the blood.” You finished his sentence, “And the centaurs haven’t seen anything? They normally are good at knowing even the littlest things that happen in those woods.”

“I asked Firenze, but they haven’t heard anything other then that the Unicorns are getting hunted.”

- Later that night you asked, “Listen I know I’m not allowed to ask what he is guarding, but how’s Fluffy?”

“He’s good, real good. Trust me sweetheart, he’ll be home quicker then you know.”

-That night as you climbed the stairs to the Gryffindor common room you heard Fred and George’s singing voices, they were belting out the lyrics to The Time of Our Lives by Bill Medley, your smile growing to see the two boys standing behind you. You couldn’t help by join in with a laugh as the Fat Lady muttered, “You were all flat, and horribly off key.”

“Oh we couldn’t be that bad, however we will never be great artists like you.” George smiled as the Fat Lady blushed, and asked nicely for the password.

“Caput Draconis.” You replied as she swung open, causing you all to hurry to the corner table and start working on future pranks.

-While you were working you noticed Ron and Harry sitting on the love seat, struggling with their homework, Hermonie no where in sight. You quietly excused yourself from the Twins and knelt down in front of them, “Need a hand?”

-You sat in front of the two and helped them finish everything, and once they were done, you smeriked and asked, “So now that that’s done, want to sneak down to the kitchen and see if there’s anything left out.”

-They both said no, but Fred and George overheard your offer, and were quick to jump on it. Once the two first years disappeared to their dormitories, you three pulled out the map, and opened it to see the kitchen was empty. You three quickly headed to one of the multiple secret passages and snuck down there to find that there was a small cake left on the counter in the empty kitchen. You three all hopped up on the counter after retrieving forks and started to eat it. Once it was all gone, you took a bottle of pumpkin juice from the fridge and made your way back to the common room, each of you taking sips of the bottle you would later hid in your enchanted bag.

-The next morning during Dumbledore’s announcements he exclaimed, “All students are not premitted into the kitchens after 10pm, any student caught in there, or with items from the kitchen will be placed into detention.”

-The next day you looked at Harry, Hermonie, and Ron, “You all look like bloody shit.”

“Well since we were in detention, we didn’t get much sleep.”

“Why were you in detention? Did Flint catch you cheating?” George teased as Ron yawned, “No, Malfoy snitched to McGonagall that we were at Hagrid’s with Norbert, and then Flitch made us go into the forbidden forest to look for a unicorn.”

“Norbert?” You asked

“Yeah,”Ron yawned again, “His dragon.”

-Your eyes grew, and your head turned towards Hagrid, who was looking right at you, already knowing that the golden trio was probably going to tell you about their detention, and Norbert.

-After lunch, the boys all had quidditch practice, Lee of course was going to go watch, and practice his announcing, and you were planning on going to watch. Before the boys entered the pitch though you looked at Fred and George, “I’ll be in in a few, I just have to go see Hagrid first.”

“We get it, you would much rather watch us kick Slytherin’s ass then practice.” George replied as you chuckled, “Georgie, your first match is against Hufflepuff, not Slytherin.”

-When you got to the hut you didn’t bother knocking, and just walked in to see a mess of wavy reddish orange hair sitting in Hagrid’s armchair, as Hagrid sat on the couch, cradling the small dragon, the conversation between the two haulting as Hagrid spoke up, “Figured you would be here at some point to see the little fellow.”

“No, I came here to see Charlie, since I haven’t seen him since summer break.”you joked, as the second eldest Weasley turned around, a smile on his face as he replied, “Still keeping my younger brothers in check I hope?”

“Course I am, so well in fact I have been neglecting keeping our favorite staff member in check.” you joked as you walked over to Hagrid, and extended a hand towards the scaley beast hiding in his beard, his head slightly poking out before he nuzzled his head against your palm.

“I swear you have a knack for this Black.” Charlie praised as you whispered, “i mean I learned from the best.”

-Charlie was never going to tell you this, but you were his favorite of all of his brother’s friends, and found himself building a bond with you at the burrow before he moved whenever you were able to get away from the others. Seeing you with Norbert just reassured him that his brothers were in good hands, and that he didn’t have to worry as much about them.

-When he left with Norbert you looked at Hagrid, “No more surprise creatures please.”

“Course not.”

“So, did you find anything in the forest last night?” You asked, the screams of the gryffindor quidditch team could faintly be heard from the pitch as Hagrid replied, “Harry and Draco saw something, Harry said it was a tall, pale, hooded figure, almost like a man. He was gone though by the time we got to him.”

“Great, at least we have a lead.” You answered, before you heard a louder shout, this one was undeniably George, which caused you to slightly panic, Hagrid could see it in your face, “Go, I can catch ya up later over tea.”

-When you got to the pitch Lee looked at you, “You just missed it, George missed a Bludger, hit him in the arm. Oliver looked at it, nothings broke, but he is gonna have a nasty bruise in the morning.”

-Later that night while you all sat at the table working on your homework, you suggested, “What if we made a bruise remover, like a cream or something you can rub on a bruise or black eye that will make it disappear?”

“How would that help with pranks?” George asked, his sleeve rolled up revealing the enormous bruise that was consuming his arm.

“Well if we ever make a product that causes bruises, the user can remove it from the victim after having a good laugh. We could sell them as a set.” You replied as Fred looked at you, “You’re a genius Black.”

-You spent one afternoon a week helping Hagrid make the photo album

-The first quidditch match of the spring season you found yourself surrounded by first years, since Hermonie had asked you to sit with her and Ron, who was quick to make fun of you for wearing his brother’s jersey, “Seriously, you two might as well be married.”

“We are, Freddie didn’t tell you we got eloped this past summer.” You teased back, as Ron looked at you, a look of disgust on his face as Hermonie piped up, “Don’t worry Ronald, it is illegal to elope before 18, without parent’s consent.”

-At the end of the game you ran straight past Harry, who had gotten the snitch before the Hufflepuff golden boy, Cedric Diggory, and jumped straight into Fred’s arms, giving him a congratulatory hug, as he spun you around.

-When he sat you down, you smiled at him, a slight blush on his face as you turned to Harry and George and quickly hugged them as well, however the hug was nothing compared to Fred’s.

-After that match Ron and Harry made a bet, Ron suspected You were going to be dating one of the twins by the end of the year, Harry thought you were going to be dating Fred before you graduated from Hogwarts. Whoever lost owed the winner a cauldron cake, and a butter beer.

-That night you were sitting with Fred and Lee on the couch, when George walked into the empty common room, “[Y/N], get the Walkman, we must celebrate our victory!”

-That night you were listening to the normal selection, until the Queens tape ended, and George picked the next one, the first song that played was I Can’t Tell You Why, as both George and Lee groaned, about to press the fast forward button in hopes that they stopped it before the next track, but George stopped Lee when he saw Fred grab your hand, and pull you towards him. A smile on your face as Fred dramatically mouthed the words, all while spinning you around in a dance, your giggles masked by the melody as he dipped you, pulling you up quickly into a spin. George and Lee just watching the pair of you, smiling ear to ear as the song ended.

-As soon as the song ended though Percy came to the base of the stairs, “Seriously, none of your other teammates are causing a ruckus like this, so I have no idea why you four feel the need to disrupt the entire tower at midnight.”

“Sorry Percy, we’ll head straight to bed now.” You answered, separating from Fred before grabbing the Walkman, and retreating to the girl’s dormitory, as Percy just glared at the other three, “Honestly I don’t know what she sees in you three holigens?”

“Trust us Percy, we don’t either.” George replied, before the older Weasley escorted the three to bed.

-The next morning you were waiting for the boys outside their dormitory, and smiled, “We are going to prank Percy.”

-You slipped a potion into his pumpkin juice, which caused him to lose his voice for 48 hours. Madam Pomfey had nothing to cure it, so for two days you didn’t have to listen to Percy. However Molly sent a howler to the Twins blaming them for the entire thing. You were quick to write an apology to her, telling her that the twins had nothing to do with it, and that you would never do it again. She replied with a sweetly worded letter, making the Twins slightly jealous, because she didn’t send you a howler.

“What can I say boys, I’m mom’s favorite.” You smiled as you elbowed Lee, the two gingers across from you scowling as you laughed.

- You were the top of the class, as usual. The boys joked that you were going to be the next head girl, and excitingly looked at each other as the realization set in, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“If you were head girl, do you know how much stuff we could get away with?” George asked as you smiled, and shock your head.

“Honestly you two are probably going to be the reason I am not head girl.” You smiled.

-That night you all went to bed early, and when you woke up was when you learned Harry was in the hospital wing, everyday he was in there you went to visit him, occasionally someone else would join you, mostly Ron, but you never really left. Dumbledore allowed it, knowing how much Harry meant to you, even if Harry didn’t know.

-When he woke up, you leapt from the stool and hugged him, “Oh thank Merlin, I was starting to think you would never wake up.”

-Harry told you everything that happened in the chamber where the mirror of Erised was. Your worry building as he told you about Voldemort’s face in the back of Qurill’s head. When Dumbledore showed up and clearified several things for Harry, he placed a hand on your shoulder and stated, “Let the boy rest. We have many things to discuss.”

-On the way to the Chamber, you were freaking out at Dumbledore for ever letting Harry do something so dangerous, as though he knew Harry’s plans. The whole time he let you just aggressively whisper at him.

-He took you to the empty chamber, the mirror still in the middle of the floor as he looked at you, finally speaking, “I am sorry I didn’t tell you what happened.”

“You knew?”

“I had my suspicions on what happened when Harry wasn’t in attendance, Snape found him down here alone, I suspect Quirell parished. I have destroyed the stone, which we found in Harry’s pocket.”

“Did you know about Quirell?”

“No, but I suspect that the unicorn murders will also stop now, since I am sure Voldemort was the one using the blood.”

“Why though did the mirror give Harry the stone?” You asked as you slowly approached the glass, as Dumbledore looked past you, seeing his sister in the reflection instead of you.

“The mirror of Erised is a enchanted mirror, it is used to show us what it is we truly desire. When I had it placed here however I enchanted it to protect the stone, and give it to someone who was searching for the stone, but had no intention on using it.”

“It shows us our desires.” You questioned, looking into it, before you saw them slowly approaching, and finally after a few moments they stopped in front of you. On the far left was a younger Remus, his scars disappeared, as he smiled at you, his eyes sparkling as Peter stood beside him, he didn’t look as timid as normal, nor did he seem as though he was on edge, on the right stood Lily, her hair pulled up in a high ponytail, and wearing a summer dress, her right hand resting on Harry’s shoulder, his scar disappeared as he smiled at you. On his left stood James, his eyes gleaming behind his glasses as he smiled at you with such pride, before clapping his hand onto the shoulder of your father, who was right in front of you. He was cleaned up, the curls of his black hair wild as his eyes teared up, his hand slowly rising to the glass to match yours as you gently placed it onto the glass. His smile pained though when he realized he couldn’t touch you, as you drew in a quick breath. Your eyes watering as each of them, except Harry all stacked their hands on top of Sirius’s, each smiling at you as you whispered, “What happened to Voldemort?”

“I don’t know my dear.” Dumbledore whispered as you dropped your hand slowly, “But you have my word, I will never let him harm Harry. I will do everything in my power to protect him.”

“I know.” You whispered, before blinking back tears, and turning away from your family.

-When you returned from the Mirror, and went to the great hall for the final feast Fred saw the look on your face, and was quick to tap Lee on the shoulder to tell him to move, however you were already sliding next to George. When you slumped next to George, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and whispered, “Why so down Black?”

“We lost the house cup, to Slytherien of all houses.” You lied, as Ron whispered, “Don’t worry there is always next year.”

-When you got on the train platform, you noticed Hagrid handing the rectangular package to Harry, a smile on your face as you imagined the excitement the photo album would bring him.

-You were sitting in a booth with your friend group, you were laughing at one of George’s jokes when you heard the knock on the glass. You turned to see Harry standing there looking shy, clutching the album, as he gestured for you to join him in the hall. When you got out there he sheepishly asked, “Can we go sit in an empty booth?”

“Course.” You replied as you both started towards the front which was normally empty, and slided into the first empty booth. As soon as the door shut Harry opened the album to a photo of James and You, he was spinning you around in the background, while Lily laid on the floor with a baby Harry, who was playing with blocks, your father behind the lens, taking the picture as he watched you laugh in James’s arms. Your smile wide as you remembered you had the exact copy of this picture at your cottage.

“This little girl looks just like you.” He whispered, as you met his eyes.

“That’s cause it is me.”

“You knew my parents?” He asked as you smiled, “Yeah, except I knew them as Uncle James, and Aunt Lily. My dad was best friends with your dad.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Honestly, I figured you would rather want to get to know me for me, and not as the girl who could connect you to your past.”

“Do you think they would let me live with you?” He asked, your heart breaking at the thought of him going back to those abusive muggles, a thought you had been repressing for the last month, “I’m afraid not Harry, as much as I would love to, your parents wanted you to live with them. But don’t worry, I will write you every day, and before you know it, we will be back on this train, going back home.”

-When you got off the train you immediately saw Remus, and ran to him, your head burying into his chest as he hugged you back, so happy to have his little girl back. He lifted his head though just in time to see Harry following the Weasleys towards Molly and Arthur, wanting nothing more than to go introduce himself to Harry, but he knew he couldn’t.

-On the ride home you looked at Remus, “He asked me if he could come live with us.”

“I figured that would happen once he saw the pictures.” Remus calmly responded, “What did you say?”

“That Uncle Prongs, and Aunt Lily wanted him to live with the Dursley’s.”

-the rest of the car ride was silent, as you both wished that you could take him home with you.

-You really did write Harry Every day

-You were at the cottage for about a week before you went to the Burrow. Remus was happy that he got to spend some time with you, and loved listening to your stories about your second term.

-One day while you were helping weed the garden outside of the cottage, you looked towards your Uncle, “Uncle Mooney?”

“Yes my love?” His head lifted, his hands still in the soft dirt as he dug out the tiny roots of the unwanted greenery.

“Why do you think my father stopped writing. I mean he used to be so consistent with it, and now I...”

“Perhaps they have taken his privileges away.” Remus replied, his heart breaking as he thought of the new pile of letters hidden under his bed, some addressed to you, but most of them were directed toward Mr. Remus Lupin, and were strong worded demands for answers to his questions. The biggest one being why he was withholding his letters to his daughter.

“You don’t think he...” you paused, not wanted to say the words you were thinking. The idea of your father’s death haunting your thoughts as Remus read your mind and quickly reassured, “No my love, I doubt he is dead.”

-Before you went you expressed to him that Molly had invited him to go school shopping again with them, however you then expressed, “I am sure Harry will be coming as well, and would love to meet you.”

“Unfortunately I can’t this year, the full moon and all.” He lied, and he knew you would know it was a lie as well, but he couldn’t bring himself to say that he wasn’t meant to be in Harry’s life.

-When you got to the Burrow, Fred was the first out of the door, his body colliding with yours as you fell into the grass, George toppling onto you both seconds later.

-Molly stood in the window and watched the three of you in the grass, before Arthur joined her side, “She really does bring out the best in them.”

“And to think, you almost didn’t let her be their friend.” Molly replied as Arthur smiled, “Well I see now it wasn’t fair of me to judge her.”

- When they rolled off of you, you all just laid in the grass, and watched the clouds, George to your left, Fred to your right. Your fingers lifting towards the shapes the clouds made as you imagined what they could be, as the boys added their two cents.

-When it started to get dark you sat up and looked at both the boys, their brown eyes looking at you as you spoke, “So what did Mum make for dinner?”

-When you walked in Percy rolled his eyes, mostly because that last term the three of you had gotten on his nerves so much, now he was scared you would have the same late night dance parties at the house, however as soon as you saw him you smiled, “Well hello there Perfect Percy.”

-At dinner you leaned over to him and whispered, “I left it at home.” Which brought a smile to his face.

-About half way through the week, the three of you actually went to Lee’s house, which Lee was over the moon when you three agreed to go to his house for a extended weekend. As soon as you arrived Lee showed you all over the city, and you couldn’t help but chuckle when you saw a local theater, which was playing A Leauge of Their Own. You joked to the three boys that you should all go, and were shocked when they all agreed.

-You laughed the whole movie, seated between the two twins, you couldn’t help but laugh as you joking threw popcorn in your mouth.

-The twins had never been to a movie theater before, and were quickly obsessed, so every night of your vacation you and Lee found different theaters in the area and took them to at least one showing a day.

-At the end of the mini vacation you went back to the cottage, and told Remus you wanted to drive into town to get something. While out you bought a small television, a VCR and several VHS tapes, which caused Remus to chuckle, knowing that next you were going to ask if he could drive you to the burrow, since Apperating with all that would be nearly impossible.

-When you got there Molly came out the front door, a surprised look on her face as you exited the car, “[Y/N], Lupin, what are you doing here?”

“I have a present for you all.” You smiled, “since you guys have always been so kind to us. Plus I think Arthur is really going to like this.”

-Remus helped you set up the TV, as Molly watched, a smile on her face as you all silently set it up, not wanting the twins to realize you were there, since all the Weasley children were in the garden playing Quidditch. When you had finished setting everything up you explained to Molly everything you knew about the TV, as Remus sat at the kitchen Table and sipped on the cup of tea she had offered you.

- When Arthur came home, you smiled ear to ear, “Arthur, I want to show you something!”

“[Y/N] my dear, we weren’t expecting you until the 14th.” Arthur stated with a smile as you took his hand and sat him in the armchair in front of the TV.

“I know, but I was too excited to show you this, the muggles call it a television. They use it to watch broadcasts, and for entertainment purposes. This is the remote, and you can control the whole box using it.” You instructed, showing him how to use it, his eyes growing in wonder, since he had only heard about them at work, but had never had the pleasure of operating one. And now he had his very own.

“She really is a good kid Remus, Sirius would be proud of how you have raised her.” Molly whispered, as Remus turned to watch the way your eyes glimmered with joy as you explained everything to Arthur, a smile never leaving your face. Even though you were not blood with Lily, it reminded him of how Lily would explain stuff to them when they were in Hogwarts.

“I hope everyday they would all be proud of how she turned out.” He replied, “I just wish I had the same opportunity with Harry that I did with her.”

“From what Ron says, he behaves just like her, both of them would do anything for their friends, are generous, compassionate, loyal, smart, and all around wonderful. He might not have been raised with her, or among the Potter’s chosen family, but he is just like James and Lily.”

-While you were showing Arthur the tv Ginny had come in through the back door, she was going to get an ice pack for Ron, who was taunting her while they were flying, so she took Fred’s bats and hit the bulgur right at him, and hit him square in the face. Percy, who was reffing the game, immediately ended the match, and declared Ron and George the winners. However when Ginny saw you, she couldn’t help but excitingly shout, “[Y/N]!”

-While she raced to give you a hug George, and Fred looked at one another, a bloody nosed Ron standing between them, “Did Ginny just shout [Y/N]?” George asked, before looking to their hurt brother, and then back at each other, before racing into the house, leaving Ron with Percy, and no ice pack.

-They both wrapped you into large hugs, Fred squeezing you a bit tighter then George did, which Molly noticed, and with a chuckle she whispered, “So when do you think those two are finally going to get together?”

“Honestly I haven’t the slightest idea, I thought they would have already been dating by now.” Remus joked as Fred and George gushed about the movies you had picked up.

-Once the sun started to set, Remus started to rise slowly, about to tell you it was time to go, but Fred cut him off, “Mr. Lupin, do you think it would be okay if she stays, I mean the 14th is right around the corner, and she can wear my jumpers, since she fits.”

“And she can wear my pants.” George added, “and I am sure Percy has some woman’s panties she can burrow.”

-He left that night alone, chuckling lightly as he pulled away from the burrow, as he looked into the rear view mirror he saw three figures climb out of a window and onto the roof, a smile overtaking his face as he appreciated the fact that you had found yourself a friend group just like the one he had in school.

-Ginny loved to gush to you about her crush on Harry Potter, and how she was so excited to meet him. You would always listen, and whenever any of the brothers would try to talk ill of her and her schoolgirl crush, you would give them a glare, and threaten to prank them harder then any of them have ever been pranked if they didn’t shut up.

-After you gifted them the TV, Arthur started asking you about all different kinds of Muggle inventions. You didn’t know the answer to some of them, but you were always willing to research the answer for him.

-When Molly invited Remus to join them again for back to school shopping, he asked if Harry was also going to come. “I mean I know he invited both Hermonie’s family, and Harry to join.”

“Then I am afraid I can’t this year Molly, I do hope you understand.” He painfully replied, as she looked at him with sorrow in her eyes.

-When Fred, George, and Ron took the Ford Angelina to rescue Harry you chuckled, “You really don’t think your mum is gonna notice you are gone?”

“Nope, and if she does come into the room, you’ll cover for us right?” George asked as you shook your head, “Sure.”

-That morning when you got up Molly was looking at the clock, “Where did they go?” She asked, her tone severe as she crossed her arms and looked at the three hands pointed towards Away.

“They went to go get Harry.” You replied, “I told them they were idiots if they thought you wouldn’t notice.”

“That they are.” Molly replied, however before you could reply you both heard the car park, causing Molly to look at you with a devilish smile, before hiding where the four wouldn’t see her, a slight smile on your face while you walked into the kitchen and started making six cups of tea.

-When the boys entered Harry looked at you, “[Y/N], you’re here too?”

“Course she is, the boys would die without her.” Ron replied as you handed him and Harry their cups. Fred and George looking at you for any sign that their mum knew, however you gave none as you handed them their tea.

-When Harry was looking at the clock, you looked at Fred and George with a smile, “Thank you by the way for saving him.”

“No problem deary, anything to please our princess.” George joked as you made a face, “Never call me princess again.”

-Neither You or George saw the way Fred’s face looked when George called you princess, or the sparkle of envy behind his irises.

-When Molly came out from behind the wall, her hands on her hips as she stated, “Where have you been? Empty beds, no note, car gone. You could’ve died, you could’ve been seen!” You couldn’t help but smile between the twins as their faces paled, you were sure Ron’s was also paling as they stuttered for the proper words to tell Molly.

“I thought you said...” George whispered as you smiled, “You really thought I was gonna snitch on your mum?”

“But you had no problem snitching on us?” Fred replied, a bit louder then he expected.

“Oh don’t you even try to blame this on [Y/N], she didn’t have to tell me a word.” Molly retorted, before Ron added, “We had to do it Mum, they had bars on his windows, you should’ve seen it.”

“Just be glad I don’t put bars on your boy’s window.” She snapped before advancing towards Harry, “Harry, It is wonderful to see you again darling, now tell me, how have you been?”

“Honestly you really didn’t think your mum was going to get up at the crack of dawn to start the chores, and notice that the flying car was gone, or hear you guys park?” You replied as her and the two younger boys went off towards the bathroom to wash up before breakfast.

- That morning at breakfast you all sat around the long table, most of the clan still in their pajamas as Molly set down two large stacks of flapjacks. You were plopped between the two ginger twins, who both leaned forward as soon as their mother set down the plates. The only one missing from Breakfast was Ginny, so as the boys served themselves you muttered, “You guys aren’t even going to wait for your sister?”

“You snooze, you lose.” George rebuttaled as you rolled your eyes, however as soon as you heard the footsteps on the stairs you just assumed she smelled breakfast, “Mummy have you seen my jumper?”

“Yes dear it was on the cat.” Molly replied as Harry gave a cheery, “Hello.” However Ginny didn’t reply, instead she looked mortified, and raced away, as all the boys, except Harry slightly smiled.

“Have I done something wrong?” Harry asked, confusion written on his face as Ron replied, “That’s Ginny, she been talking about you all summer, but annoying honestly.”

“Don’t worry Harry, [Y/N] used to look at me the same way, and now look at us.” Fred replied as you raised an eyebrow, George adding, “More like the other way around.”

-Before you could reply though Arthur was walking through the front door, “Morning Weasleys.”

“Morning Dad.” Echoed through the kitchen, as your, “Morning Arthur.” mixed into the blend.

-Arthur told you this years later, but he always considered you to be his second daughter, and he apologized for ever doubting your intentions due to your last name.

-When Molly told Arthur about the boys driving the enchanted car, you couldn’t help but smile as he replied with genuine excitement and curiosity, “How was it?”

-You silently chuckled when Molly lightly slapped him, and he awkwardly scolded the three, however you all knew he had no desire to.

-When Arthur asked Harry about the rubber duck you smiled, Molly saw that you smiled, and knew it was because you were just glad they were so excepting of him. She didn’t know it was also because you saw a sparkle of Lily’s kindness show through his answer as he tried to explain the function of a rubber duck on the spot.

-When Errol crashed into the glass, you turned to look out the window, making sure he was okay, when George whispered, “He’s fine [Y/N], he always is.”

“Blimey, sometimes I think she loves that owl more then us.” Fred added as Errol got back up, and flew the stack of letters to the table, dropping them with a thud before flying up to purch on the stair railing.

“Scabbers is more of my favorite, you both know that.” You joked, as Percy scoffed, “Well maybe he should be your pet then.”

“Sure.” You smiled, thinking it was a serious offer, as Molly replied, “Now Percy, you know you can’t give him away, he is technically supposed to be Fred and George’s this year.”

“You can have him.” George responded

-When they were handing out the letters and saw Harry’s they handed it straight to him, however your school supplies letter was not in the mix.

“They must’ve sent it to the cabin.” You answered, before taking another bite of your flapjack, “I can always just ask my uncle...”

“Nonsense, we are all in the same classes, you can just burrow our list.” Fred answered, scared to death that you might be implying you want to go home.

“I mean, except for maybe potions.” You smiled, before looking over Fred’s shoulder to see that Dumbledore had scribbled next to potions that he wanted to make it more geared towards creating harmless pranks. George’s list had the same thing beside it, meaning that once again, you and the Twins were going to be learning with Albus instead of Snape.

“Why is it that you three never have to take potions with Snape?” Percy asked, “I mean he is an...”

“Ass.” Fred replied.

“Frederick Gideon Weasley, that is no way to talk about one of your teachers.” Molly scolded.

“Sorry mum.” He muttered, as you leaned over and whispered, “You’re not wrong.”

-You were standing in the boys room getting ready when Fred and George walked into the room, your hands searching for your shirt and bra as you stood there in your unbuttoned overalls. Both boys unphased as they flopped onto George’s bed, and looked at you furrowing your brow. “Did you throw it in the wash by mistake.” George asked as you sighed.

“Must have.”

“Here.” Fred replied, getting up quickly and tossing you a shirt from the closet they shared, your hand raising to catch the fabric before throwing it over your head, and tucked it into the overalls before buttoning them. Looking into the mirror you smiled at how well you looked in the oversized, stripped shirt. With a chuckle George joked, “Careful Freddie, she’s got that look like she is gonna steal your whole wardrobe now.”

-when you were dressed, you and the boys met everyone downstairs, as Ron gave you a odd look, “Hey, [Y/N], isn’t that Fred’s shirt?”

“Yeah, and if you mention it again, we’ll slip a spider in your room while you sleep.” Fred rebuttaled as Harry looked towards the slightly frightened boy, the twins giggling as you rolled your eyes.

-When Harry mispronounced Diagon Alley, your anxiety heightened, you knew how sensitive the floo powder system was, I mean you had been using it since you were two, as though they could sense it, George and Fred both whispered in your ear, “I’m sure he’ll be fine, he didn’t pronounce it too poorly.”

-As soon as you arrived, you went off looking for him, the Twins not far behind as you ventured to each shop and asked if they had seen a chocolate haired boy, with thin, round wire glasses, and green eyes emerge from their fire places.

-After an hour you were ready to tell the duo you wanted to go into Knockturn Alley, however you were interrupted by Hagrid’s booming voice, “Hello boys, [Y/N].”

When you turned you saw a sooty Harry, his green eyes looking at you as you smiled in relief, “Hello Hagrid, where on earth did you find Harry?”

“Found him wandering around Knockturn Alley, says he was taking the floo powder system with you and the Weasleys.”

“Well thank you for finding him, maybe now he will learn the importance of pronunciation.” You looked at him with seriousness as he looked towards the ground. You turned to walk away, and were several steps ahead when Harry looked towards George and Fred, “She isn’t seriously mad is she?”

“Nah, if she was, she would have cut your head off. If anything I think she was more worried about you, but don’t worry, we kept her sane.” Fred replied, as George smiled, “Barely.”

-When you got to the book store you rolled your eyes, and leaned towards Fred, “Honestly I have the faintest idea why everyone is so bloody obsessed with him.”

“Perhaps it is the golden curls, most girls like blondes.”

“I prefer gingers if you ask me.” You replied, not thinking twice, as Fred sheepishly smiled.

-You noticed that Harry looked extremely uncomfortable around Lockheart, “You know, sometimes I wish Harry wasn’t famous.”

“Trust me, I am sure he is wishing the same thing.” George answered

-When Lucius saw you, his lips were pulled into a thin, forced smile. You always knew that the bloodline between the Malfoys and the Blacks were now connected by the marriage of Draco’s parents, and even though you never met any of your father’s bloodline, they certainly had their own opinions about your father, and of you.

-You hadn’t noticed that he slipped in the diary, but you did hear Fred’s mutter, “Asshole.”, when he insulted Arthur by calling him a disgrace, your own blood boiling as you watched him start to leave. Looking towards Arthur you muttered, “I apologize for my father’s cousin’s miserable husband.”

“No problem my dear, it isn’t your fault that his view is skewed.” Arthur forced a smile as Fred and George looked towards you, “Want to go to Gambol and Jape’s?”

“Of course.” You smiled, before the three of you separated from the others.

-When Molly and Arthur collected you from Gambol and Jape’s you walked out with a small bag filled with stink pellets, while both twins had a arm full of fireworks.

-You three let the fireworks off that night, a huge smile on your face as the colorful embers danced through the sky. You were so preoccupied with them you failed to noticed the way Fred watched the multiple colors light up your own face, his smile growing as you smiled like a little girl as each exploded, his heart racing while you just looked so relaxed sitting in the grass by the garden. When you went inside though you took a piece of parchment and started jotting down ideas on what kind of potion based pranks you could pull, and ask Dumbledore to teach you.

- The next morning when you woke up, you were sprawled out on the cot, the snores of the two fingers filling your ears as you stretched your arms high above your head. Slowly sitting up, you heard the mattress crack and groan under the weight of you, and looked to either side of the room, a smile on your face. George looked as though he hadn’t moved all night, his faded maroon sheet draped over his body, which was facing the wall, while his quilt was neatly folded at his feet. He was facing the wall, completely laying on his stomach, his left arm under his single, matching pillow, while his forehead rested on the wrist of his right arm. You couldn’t help but chuckle too at the fact that his light green pajama shirt looked slightly too small on his flexed arm, knowing fully well that the matching striped pants almost looked too large on him. When you looked to Fred’s side though, the faded, slightly bleach stained blue sheets were a tangled mess, showing how much the older twin tossed about, the quilt he slept under throw completely to the bottom of his bed. One of his three pillows had fallen to the floor, the other two supporting his head and left arm, which was bent above him. He was laying flat on his back, his head lolled towards you, his mouth slightly open, with a small trickle of crusted drool dripping down his cheek. You smiled well though when you saw that the small hippogrif plushie he had had since childhood was safely tucked under his right arm, close to his bare chest, as a single, striped pink panted leg hung out over the side of the bed, outside of the sheets.

-After making your cot, you grabbed the closest piece of discarded shirts and pulled it over your head, concealing the tank top that you had slept in. Your feet gracefully carried you out of the room and down the stairs. Upon reaching the bottom you yawned, your eyes squinting and reopening to reveal a giggling Ginny at the table, as Molly stood at the counter behind her.

“Morning [Y/N], or should I say Fred.” Ginny stated, causing you to look down and see you had blindly grabbed Fred’s sweater from your first year at Hogwarts, the dark blue knitted yarn reaching the mid thigh of your black pajama pants, while the light green F stood out on your chest. Looking at Ginny, you made a face and replied, “Well thank goodness I am the more attractive version of your brother.”

- That morning when Fred came down stair he couldn’t help but smile as he saw your dark blue back, of course you were helping his mother, who knew you would not accept her declining your assistance. However it was when you turned to put the plate filled with bacon on the table that Fred felt a slight heat rush to his cheeks, the large F staring at him before you turned back around, completely oblivious to the blushing ginger. Ginny however was not as oblivious, and as Fred sat himself in the seat across from her she leaned forward, “You better have a good reason for being the same shade as our hair, unless you want [Y/N] to figure out your in love with her.”

-When you were done prepping breakfast with Molly, you slipped into the spot next to Fred, your eyes glancing over to him as you took in the slightly fading blush that had taken over his face. “Freddie, are you okay?”

“Course, just didn’t realize how hot the kitchen was gonna be this morning.”

“Well maybe you should shrug that t shirt off and remind your siblings why you are the hottest Weasley.” You joked, not even realizing what you had said until it was too late. Your eyes grew to the size of the tea saucers on the table. Thankfully no one heard your joke but Fred, who was just staring at you with a similar.

-After that you both were wearing blushes, and were strangely quiet during the entire breakfast, however only one of the Weasleys seemed notice, the others and Harry just enjoyed the rare quiet that the adults of the house only enjoyed when their children were at school. However they were unaware how deafening it would be once all 7 children were out of the house.

-At the end of the meal while you were helping Ginny double check her luggage, George asked Fred about why you were both so quiet. As Fred zipped his own luggage, and collected yours in his other hand, he asked, “Do you think [Y/N] might have a crush on me?”

“Only one way to find out Mate.” George smirked, hoping that his brother will finally ask you out.

-When you got to King’s Cross, you couldn’t help but smile slightly, “So Ron, did you remember Scabbers?”

“Unfortunately.”

“If you want I can hold him on the train.” You offered as he thrusted the rat towards you in excitement, relieved to be rid of the family pet got at least a little while.

-As you raced into the barrier you were greeted by the warm glow of the room, and soon you had your two favorite twins at your side. Your eyes scanning the room for the uncle who said a week ago it was fine that you went with the Weasleys and he would just met you there, but he was no where to be seen.

-What you didn’t know is the Remus was standing in Azkaban, his face dropping at sight of the man he once called brother, his heart shattering at the sight of Padfoot curled up on the cement blocked floor, on just a thin mat, a holey, dusty blue blanket barely covered him as the stentch of the place hit Remus’s over sensitive nose. But he had to tell himself this is what he deserved, and after 11 years of not seeing him, he regretted ever coming.

“Sirius.” He whispered, causing the man on the floor to jump with a start, his eyes wide with fear, as his bewildered face looked towards the bar, another crack forming in Remus’s heart as he looked not at a man, but at the face of the boy he met on the train at the age of 11.

“Remus.” Sirius whispered, “This isn’t real. You are just...”

“Sirius, it is really me.” His voice cracked with empathy he didn’t want to give, he could feel the tears slowly begin to build, but for the sake of you, he refused to let them fall. He refused to feel pity about the fact that he and Dumbledore were withholding his letters from you, in an effort to protect Harry, he knew hiding this from you, even after the promise of no secrets, was the right thing to do, and he refused to have Sirius’s hollowed, deep blue eyes, no longer filled with any life make him regret that choice.

“Why have you come? It’s been years my old friend, you could have...”

“I came to answer to answer your question, that is all Sirius. I figured you would want to hear it in person rather then read it through a letter. You need to stop writing her, and me. In my option you lost the right to even call her yours the day you betrayed our best friends, the day you got her aunt and uncle blown up.”

“Remus look in your heart, would I ever turn on a James and Lily?”

“You did, and then you killed Peter, and who knows maybe I was next on your...”

“I would never kill you, or James, or Lily, Peter was the secret keeper, you can even ask Dumbledore, he knew, he knew I convinced James and Lily to do it, because I was the obvious choice.” He sounded as though he was babbling like a broken man, each syllable made Remus want to unlock that door, but he couldn’t.

“Why not have me do it, too scared the Lunar calendar would fog my judgement?”

“No..... never. Remus you must understand, at the time, we thought it was you we could no longer trust. We were foolish...”

“No, Snuffles, we were foolish for ever trusting you.”

- Remus turned to leave, his message clear to him, but as he walked away he heard the broken voice call out again, “WORMTAIL IS ALIVE, HE IS A RAT WITH NINE FINGERS! REMUS!”

- “So I never asked,” you looked at George, Scabbers sitting on your lap, his face in a box of jellybeans, “Why is Scabbers missing a toe?”

-Don’t know, Dad just brought him home like that.” Fred replied, “He really seems to like you though, sure you don’t want him?”

“Your mother would have a cow if I took him.” You replied, running a hand over his wirey furred back.

“Did we ever tell you that there is a spell that will turn him...”

“Do I look as daft as Ron?” You replied, raising an eyebrow at the twins.

-When you got to Hogwarts, you looked around for the smaller male Weasley, but him and Harry were no where to be seen. “I am sure they are already inside the carriages, you can give Ronald back his vermon in the common room, besides I doubt Scabs here would have any fun just sitting in their stinky dorm, especially when you feed the ugly thing better than Ron or Percy ever have.” Fred replied, throwing an arm around your shoulder as you both started towards the carriages. His arm staying in that place until you were forced to step up into the carriages that pulled themselves. However once you were both settled next to each other you unconsciously found yourself leaning into Fred’s shoulder. George looked over you, and gave his twin a knowing look, as Fred just rolled his eyes, mentally preparing for his brother to give him many looks like that after asking him if she could ever have a crush on him.

-At dinner you kept looking around the gryffindor table, Ron and Harry still no where to be found. Hermione was seated across from you as you leaned forward and asked, “Hermione, have you seen Harry or Ron?”

“Not yet, neither of them were on the train.” She answered as your eyes grew in fear, “I am sure they will show though, they probably just snuck into the kitchen for a per feast snack.”

-When you went to stand and go look for them, Lee stopped you, just before the first years all filed in, “We can look for them later, if you leave now, everyone will notice.”

-When Ginny got sorted into Gryffindor you cheered louder than everyone at the table, even louder than the other three gingers. With a large smile she jogged down the aisle and took a seat beside you, before watching everyone else get sorted.

-Ginny chuckled when she saw Scabbers sitting on your lap, his small body curled up on your skirt as you sat with a hand over him. She could see that his eyes were closed, and that he was in a peaceful bliss, which she never saw him be around the Weasleys.

#harry potter imagine #harry potter fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter imagines #harry potter one shot #harry potter one shots #harry potter oneshot #hp imagine #hp fanfic #hp fanfiction #hp imagines #hp one shot #hp oneshot #hp one shots #hp oneshots

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magnificentcowboypeanutpaper · 3 years

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Orange

Quick and silly, for @thealocksly, because I couldn't resist her tags, from a conversation prompt by @whygodohgodwhy

“If you guys win,” Lucy beams, her dark hair rolled and twisted into a much shorter style, the headband making her look angelic even if the way she’s smiling implies otherwise, “I’ll give you an orange.”

Already half-cut Rufus looks stunned. “Each?”

“No. Only one. You’ll have to share, I guess.” She shrugs carelessly, tipping the bottle in Wyatt’s direction.

With his eyes crossed on the promise of more liquor Wyatt grabs the neck of the bottle and shouts, “Deal!”

***

On the other side of the street, looking out the window with headphone’s and binoculars.

“What are they saying?”

“Nothing important.” Flynn doesn’t look up from his binoculars.

Karl pulls out his own set and tries to lip read.

“Are they drinking?”

“Does it matter?”

“Nah. I didn’t think they had it in them is all.”

Flynn shoots a look over his shoulder. “Drinking games should be reserved for students and criminals?”

Karl does a double take. “It’s a drinking game? Shit. Are they crazy?”

It causes Flynn to chuckle. “It takes a great amount of idiocy to be passing around the bottle in the middle of the Prohibition, granted.”

“The broad is holding an orange.” Karl wracks his brain. “What game needs an orange? Is it some WASP thing?” He looks over at Flynn who is glaring. Karl gulps.

“Broad?”

“Um. Doctor. Professor. Yeah.”

Flynn returns to his observation, carefully taking in the rules of the game, mouth-watering for the taste of orange. He reaches back to the case that’s sat beside him and routes around without success. Across the street they are swigging from the bottle and reciting a tongue twister. So far everyone is still in.

When Flynn’s hand comes away empty he lowers the binoculars and looks in the case. No orange. Where..? Then it dawns on him.

“Um, boss?” Karl looks alarmed as Flynn’s chair falls backwards.

“That’s my orange.”

Karl’s eyebrows rise to his hairline, his smart mouth working overtime. “Does it matter?”

Flynn glares. “That’s. My. Orange.”

“We’ve got a whole bag in the back.”

Incensed Flynn turns fully to face his second in command. “She somehow got into my suitcase and took it. Does that not concern you?”

“You mean like what else did she find?”

Flynn is halfway to the door. “I mean she’s offering my orange to those two idiots!”

“Hey.” Karl stops him long enough to lift the harpoon gun they found in the old fishing hut down by the docks. “No problem. It’s a clean shot. I’ll get it back.”

Flynn knocks the harpoon from Karl’s hands. “Are you out of your mind? What if you hit Lucy?” He storms to the door and pulls it open hard enough that it bangs on the wall behind it.

“It’s only an orange!” Karl shouts after him, bemused as he watches Flynn stride across the street, the wrath of ages billowing in his wake.

***

“…on the she shore.” Rufus sways as he tries to get the words out while attempting to touch his nose.

“Loosher.” Wyatt slurs beside him.

“Like you can…” Rufus sways again, looking confused, “What was I saying.”

Wyatt swallows another mouthful and tries to stand but crashes into the pilot and drops them both to the floor. Unprepared to admit defeat he frowns at the man he’s lying on top of and accuses, “You’re drunk!”

The door to the room flies open and there stands Flynn breathing hard. Lucy, who’s the most sober, stands up and grabs Wyatt’s gun. Her aim is shaky.

“Flynn.”

“You stole my orange.”

Lucy flushes, eyes wandering to the forbidden fruit. “I was hungry.”

“You could have asked.”

“And you’d have given it to me?”

Flynn considers this for a minute. “No. But you could have asked.”

“I needed it.”

“So I see.”

Lucy grabs for the half empty bottle. “It’s not my fault we’re all stuck here until the powers back on.”

“I am not stuck here.” Flynn states imperiously.

“Then why are you still here?”

That gives Flynn pause. He frowns then decides, “To make sure you don’t mess up anything else.”

“We’re not the ones messing things up!”

“That rather depends on where you’re stood.”

The two glare at each other, Flynn completely ignoring the gun in Lucy’s hands and Lucy looking like she forgotten she’s holding it. They are enjoying arguing with each other far too much.

Still in a heap on the floor Rufus looks between the two protagonists and turns to Wyatt who’s face is way too close to him. “Aren’t we supposed to get rid of Flynn?”

Wyatt is watching the argument carefully, trying hard to focus. “Yeah.”

“And Lucy has a gun, or am I seeing things?”

“Yeah.”

The two men look at each other then at Flynn and Lucy. “Shoot him!”

Turning as one both Lucy and Flynn look at the pair and reply. “Shut up.” Before returning to their bickering about who is in the right and who owns the orange.

The orange meanwhile sits and waits. Maybe someone will peel it at some point but right now it’s enjoying the show.

#garcia flynn #lucy preston #garcy #garcy snipet #because the tags r too good to miss #mad stuff in thirty minuts

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margoteve · 3 years

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Shindeku Comedy Shorts

I've been debating wether I should post these here but what the heck. This one been on AO3 for weeks. So nothing new. But there's a fresh one coming in later. Just spacing myself out. It's not soul clenching fluff, just stupid stuff I wanted to write and thought was funny. Plz comment/reblog or like if you like. This one was based on that one Tiktok I thiiiink.

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi/Izuku Midoriya

Characters: Class - 1A

Rating: T (Bc Bakugou's foul mouth)

Story 2: Video Call

It was summer vacation. The UA students were sent to their parents, and surprisingly for Shinsou, it was painful to say ‘bye’ to his new classmates, even if it was for 2 months. Heartbreaking was saying ‘see you late’ to Izuku. Izuku, his boyfriend. God, he was still not used to it. Will he ever? Either way, he was missing his friends and partner. They did agree to talk on Hermes - the all-new gaming/chatting app.

It was a week into the summer vacation when Shinsou got a mischievous idea. He decided to take a nap with his camera on the video chat. Because what was life if not for messing with your friends?

Kaminari was the first one to enter the video call. He squinted at the screen and snickered.“What the fuck?” He noticed Todoroki, Midoriya, Bakugou and Kirishima come in. “Hey, guys check this out! Shinsou fell asleep with his camera on!”

“Midoriya, why is Shinsou doing this?” Todoroki asked, tired.

“I don’t know!” Midoriya replied confused.

“Did he say anything to you?” Kirishima was clearly grinning on his end of the conversation.

“God, look at that fuck,” Bakugou groaned. “What the fuck is your boyfriend doing Deku?”

“*I don’t knoooow*” Midoriya was checking his DMs but clearly he was also being trolled there.

Everyone slowly started filling the voice chat, reactions varying from confusion to laughter.

“Call a Pizza Hut!” Mina piped up.

“Wait, does anyone has his home add- oh, I know his address,” Midoriya replied causing Ochako to laugh loudly.

“You weren’t sure?!” She wheezed.

“Listen-!” Izuku squeaked but was interrupted.

“Stay still if you want Dominos, wiggle if you want to Pizza your Hut!” Kaminari yelled and everyone was fighting not to lose it.

“Hey, Izuku, what’s Shinsou’s favourite pizza?” Kirishima asked.

“Are you guys serious about this???”

“Yeah!” Sero laughed. “Now tell us what’s his favourite pizza is!”

“Oh, God, it’s pineapple pizza,” Izuku sighed turning the volume down on everyone, knowing full well what was going to happen. As expected the chat went wild.

“What?! MIDORIYA why is your boyfriend such a meme!” Mina was fighting for her breath.

“I don’t know!!”

They all started to talk about pizza, some discoveries over the preferences were made, the idea of ordering one for Shinsou has seemingly been pushed away for a while. Suddenly in the background, coming from Bakugou account was heard.

“KATSUKI! COME OVER HERE!”

“WHAT?!” Bakugou yelled back. Everyone had to remove their headphones for a moment, their eardrums needing a second to recover.

“JUST COME FOR A MOMENT!”

“Dude is that your mom?” Kirishima snickered.

“Yeah,” Bakugou threw back before he yelled again. “WHAT DO YOU WANT MA!?”

There was more pointless, back and forth yelling until Bakugou, cursing under his breath left to find out what his mother wanted.

“I hate National Geographic,” Sero deadpanned about 40 minutes later and Ashido lost it once more.

“I think we’ll need to resuscitate Ashido,” Jiro giggles. The notification of someone joining them went off and she noticed the great return of Katsuki. “Hey Bakugou, what are you even doing here?”

“I just wanted to drop in and see if Fucking Zombie is dead,” Katsuki huffed.

“Who sleeps with their lights on?!” Ojiro sounded quite befuddled.

“Shinsou apparently, kero,” Tsuyu responded.

“I’m sorry Midoriya but your boyfriend is so weird,” Tokoyami sighed.

“No, I know that-”

“Omg he’s twerking,” Jirou giggled interrupting Midoriya.

“HE’S MOVING!” Kaminari yelled.

On-screen indeed Shinsou slightly adjusted his sleeping position.

“He’s hatching! He’s moving, he’s moving!” Momo seemed very invested in this new development. “Is it happening?”

But then Shinsou stopped and a chorus of disappointed awws harmonized in the voice chat.

“God Damn it, MAN!” Bakugou shouted frustrated, his mic catching a lot of feedback. “Wake up!”

The class started laughing and began discussing various sleeping arrangement and who stopped sleeping with their lights on at what point. Tokoyami still slept with some source of light in his room which was understandable the consensus decided.

“Hey, what if we use our minds to join together and try to move the couch so he’ll fall off?” Hagakure suggested.

“Like telepathy?” Asui asked.

“Yes!”

“I don’t think that’s how it works?” Momo tried to cool her enthusiasm.

“Let’s try it!!” Mina cut in.

“Yeah!” Kaminari and Kirishima replied at once and they were joined by Tokoyami in making weird noises trying to activate telepathy.

“Not you too Tokoyami!” Midoriya whined. “That’s so mean!”

“Hey, you never know what might happen,” Fumikage shrugged it off. Of course, nothing happened aside from sparking a conversation about a new anime Hagakure recently was watching about a telepathic boy. She successfully convinced Sato and Koda to watch.

“Have you guys been here for the past 2 hours just watching him sleep?” Shoji, super late to the party, suddenly spoke up.

“Pretty much,” Uraraka confirmed.

Everyone quickly filled in Shoji on the events so far. Which wasn’t much.g

“Guys! GUYS!” Suddenly Ojiro cried out and everyone started screaming. Shinsou finally woke up with his hair even more of a mess than on regular and stared right into the camera.

“What the fu-!” Bakugou yelled and everyone disconnected.

Only Midoriya stayed behind to see Shinsou laughing.

Hitoshi walked up to the computer and sat down.

“Hey, Izuku,” he said and yawned.

“Hitoshi that was really weird, you know,” Midoriya chuckled.

“Hey, but you stayed,” Shinsou chuckled.

“Yeah... “ Izuku sighed. “Do you want to switch to DMs?”

“Sure. See you there, Izuku,” Hitoshi said with a grin.

“Yeah,” Izuku replied with a matching smile. And on 3 they both disconnected to talk in private.

#shindeku #bnha #shinsou hitoshi #midoriya izuku #mha #class 1a #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #eve writes stuff

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shakespeareanqueer · 4 years

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Stones (Chapter 5 - Power)

Series summary: You, a SHIELD AGENT in 2012, find your world turned upside-down when you run into a version of Steve from 2023 and learn about the future. You help Steve go through time and return the infinity stones, but how will your journey end? Can you ever really go back to your old life? Can he?

Chapter summary: You return the Power Stone to Morag, and Steve’s a little impatient to finish the job.

Word count: 2,364 words 💎Contents: Cursing, Steve is injured so blood and burn injuries, and stitches

A/N: I couldn’t find a great gif of the Power Stone so sorry about the weird Guardians of the Galaxy gif. Anywho, enjoy the chapter!

I’ll reblog with links to my masterlist, tagging my taglist (which is open for this series!) and citing the header gif.

As soon as you materialize on the strange planet, Steve pulls you down behind a rock. A strange man with dusty blond hair comes sliding along right in front of your hidey-boulder a few moments later, humming along to whatever is playing through his old-fashioned headphones and dancing like no one is watching (which, to be fair, he doesn’t think anyone is.)

“Who’s that?” you whisper to Steve.

“Peter Quill,” he responds. “‘Star-Lord.’” He puts the nickname in air quotations. “He’s part of a group of space heroes who were after Thanos even before we knew he existed.”

You nod slowly. You wince as Quill picks up a space rat, uses it as a microphone for his lip-syncing while it lets out an ear-piercing squeal, then tosses it aside, still dancing around the deserted planet surface.

“He doesn’t seem… the brightest,” you mutter.

Steve hangs his head. “Yeah, Tony said he screwed up royally and let Thanos get away pre-snap, so, I’m not his biggest fan.”

You have to keep from whooping aloud when you watch a familiar man in a large metal suit come up behind Quill and knock him over the head. “Colonel Rhodes?” you whisper. Steve nods, and you see he is attempting to restrain a smile from spreading across his own face.

You see a blue android woman sidle up beside Rhodes, and together they stride up to the temple-like structure which is one of the only signs of civilization remaining on this planet. You just look at Steve quizzically.

“Nebula,” he responds to your unasked question. “Thanos’ daughter, but on our side by the time the big fight came around.”

You nod again and watch as despite Rhodes’ protestations, she steps right into the hovel. You can’t see inside, so you just wait, crouching.

After a several minutes, you hear Nebula emit a long, horrible tortured scream. You have to fight your instincts to run towards the source to assist. It also seems to pain Steve to have to resist helping, as his face is contorted with concern and effort, so you place a comforting hand on his knee. He envelopes it with his own and gives you a grateful look. You don’t break eye contact until Nebula comes racing out of the hut towards the spaceship parked a few dozen feet away, and you hear as she desperately attempts to place a call to the rest of the team.

After a glance at Steve and a confirming nod from him, you dash into the temple to do your duty while Nebula is distracted with her crisis. It quickly becomes clear that this would not be as easy as originally thought. Steve had assumed that Nebula and/or Rhodey had disabled any type of security concerning the orb which contained the Power Stone, but it seems that somehow Nebula was able to extract the orb with the forcefield still in place.

You think back to the distressed Nebula you saw sprinting out of the temple, and realize that one of her arms, one that had been predominantly if not entirely constructed out of metal parts, had been seared pretty much off.

“I guess she just-“ You mime sticking your hand out in a grabby motion in the general direction of the ominously flickering beams of protective electricity, and Steve shrugs in agreement.

You begin looking around for a disabling switch or power grid, anything to shut off the lasers. While your back is turned, you hear a violent hissing noise and begin to smell the stench of burning flesh.

You whip around and scream, “WHAT THE FUCK, STEVE!”

He is sticking his very much human and not at all metal arm right into the force field, in such an agonizingly slow manner as to make your stomach churn. His face is set in grim determination, but also extreme, gut-wrenching pain. You feel certain he is going to break his jaw with how tightly it is clenched.

By the time he has placed the orb in its cradle and extracted his arm again, you have shaken off the fear and whatever else had kept you glued to your spot when you first witnessed his actiona and are once again able to will yourself to move.

He crumples to the ground clutching his arm. The sleeve of his suit has been entirely scorched off, and he is bleeding. You can see tears of pain bubbling behind his eyes, but he is holding them back.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, cry if you need to.” You are trying to be harsh and biting, but an immense tenderness of feeling permeates your words, evident through your soft volume and the fact that your voice breaks on the word ‘cry.’

He takes you up on that and his chest heaves as he lets his arm drop to his side, limp and useless, and tears begin to roll down his cheeks.

You’ve seen Steve a lot of different ways over the course of your journey. You’ve seen him fully asleep, and deliriously half-asleep. You’ve seen him relieved and euphoric at an unexpected reunion with a friend he thought dead. You’ve seen him teasing and sarcastic and borderline flirtatious. You’ve seen him determined and strong, to the point of stubbornness. But you have yet to see him this completely vulnerable, so entirely devastated and in such remarkable pain. It makes it hard for you to breathe, and rips something away from your very soul.

Through a veil of tears starting to obscuring your own field of vision, you type coordinates into your device and then to Steve’s (luckily he wrecked the opposite sleeve), your hand shaking incessantly as you do so.

Where you emerge is an eerie, dark hospital. You quickly set about turning on lights and scrambling to grab equipment. Steve looks around warily, still panting with pain and now clutching his arm again.

“Don’t worry,” you assure him. “No one’s around. This is a terrorist facility we raided, but the raid was a few days ago. It took about a week to even get a clean-up crew here because of fuckin’ bureaucracy. But I remembered noting how well-stocked the infirmary was.” You set out a bunch of equipment onto the patient bench and pat it, prompting Steve to hop up onto it with a wince.

“So this is 2012?” he asks.

“2011.” You grab the last of what you need and pull a stool up, taking Steve’s injured arm and laying it along the bench.

Steve hisses as you dab antiseptic onto the exposed wound with cotton. Trying to distract himself from the pain, he asks, “So how long have you been with SHIELD?”

“About four years,” you answer. Your tongue is sticking out slightly on the side of your mouth in concentration as you carefully rub burn cream over the length of his forearm. He can’t help the thought that the tongue thing is a bit adorable.

“What got you into it?” Steve’s breathing is becoming less labored as the pain subsides gradually, which allows you to relax as well.

“I was in the Air Force. Finished a tour, got recruited by SHIELD. It was a dream come true, because I always wanted to be in intelligence.”

“I thought you always wanted to be a pilot.” Steve is touched by the gentleness with which you stitch a particularly large gash near his wrist.

“I did, but PopPop was also obsessed with spies. We’re pretty sure he was one, but he never told.” You tug the thread and dip back into the flesh again. “I chose the moniker Agent 355 because of a real spy during the Revolutionary War he tried writing a children’s book on. Got my aunt to illustrate it, but no publisher bit.”

Steve chuckles. He can tell you are nervous and so, despite his own pain and nerves, he continues talking about something he hopes will relax you. “Your PopPop sounds like a fascinating guy.”

“He sure was. Real entrepreneurial spirit. In the 80s, he made trading cards of famous spies through history, including 355, and tried selling them to the same company that made your trading cards.” His plan to keep you relaxed is working, Steve can tell. The tension in your shoulders is slightly subsiding, and your hands are steadier as you complete the last few stitches.

“Did he own my trading cards?” Steve asks, with as much of a smirk as his pained face will allow.

“Not that I know of, sorry.” You wind bandage around the entirety of his forearm, stepping back only once you have tugged at the end to make sure it is secure.

Steve examines your handiwork. “Thank you,” he says sincerely.

“Of course.” You wash your hands at a little sink. With your back turned to Steve now, you can focus on relaxing all of the muscles you tensed, and let your hands shake as much as they need to, though his banter had helped a little.

You sigh and turn around. “Why did you pull that stunt, by the way? We could have figured something else out.” You reminded him, “We have all the time in the world”

He shrugs and avoids eye contact. “I’m just ready for this whole thing to be done.”

He does seem very tired, and not in a way that a little overnight in a motel would fix. He seems exhausted in his very bones. And his eyes still hold that despair and exhaustion that, when you first met him, tipped you off he wasn’t happy-go-lucky 2012!Steve, but also compelled you to trust him.

You give him as sympathetic a smile as you can muster. “Soon.”

“Guess we should probably wait to do the Time Stone until my arm heals,” he says. He gives an impatient sigh. “Shouldn’t take long with the super-healing.”

“Ok,” you agree. “Want to go somewhere other than this creepy abandoned Hydra base? How about Portugal? There’s a really amazing hole-in-the-wall place in Lisbon with craft beer and such delicious food but it closed in 2010.”

Steve opens his pocket and investigates the contents. “Probably shouldn’t. We’re running low on Pym Particles.”

You scrunch up your nose. “On what?”

“They’re- Didn’t I say? It’s a special type of particle invented by Hank Pym that we use up a vial of per trip.” He holds one out to show you.

You take the vial in your hand and examine the bubbling red contents with awe. “Right, and we need enough to return the time stone and get home.”

“Well, get you home,” Steve mumbles.

You look up from the particles and narrow your eyes at him. “I knew it. You’re planning something self-destructive and reckless.”

He stares at you. “I see how you got from that that I’m planning something, but where are you getting the self-destructive and reckless part?”

You get real close to him, staring deep into his bright blue eyes as you place the vial deliberately into his palm, curling his fist over it for him. “I’m really good at reading people, remember?” You pull the wheeled stool that stands next to the sink closer to the patient’s bench, and it scratches along the floor with a terrible squeal. “There’s a part of you that’s not so sure, and feels a little guilty. Every time you talk about it, or even think about it, you betray that.”

Steve chews his lip and stares at the ground. When he looks back up, he has tears in his eyes. Instinctively, you wheel yourself closer to him, not even noticing the horrible screeching of the rusty wheels against the concrete floor, and take his hands into your lap. They are trembling, as is his lower lip. All your judgment has melted away into sympathy and compassion, and his walls come tumbling down.

“I can’t do it anymore. I can’t,” he mumbles. “I never wanted to hurt people. I just wanted to help.”

“And you’ve done that. Plenty of it,” you assure him gently, rubbing comforting circles into the veiny tops of his hands.

“I-I do have this plan,” he admits, pulling one of his hands out of yours and running it through his hair. He reaches into a pocket on the breast of his suit and pulls out a worn-looking compass you recognize from the old wartime film clips you’ve seen. You know what you’ll see when he flips it open. “I promised her a dance.” He is whispering now. “That’s all I want. Then I just want to sleep.” He closes his eyes.

“You’ve earned it.” You whisper too, despite there being no one around, likely for miles.

“I can’t help feeling like I’d be shirking responsibility.”

“The world doesn’t rest on your shoulders, Steve. There are other Avengers, other people who help.” He hasn’t returned his hand to yours, so you take your idle hand and lay it on his knee.

“And those other people are my friends, and I don’t want to just abandon them…” he murmurs. He reaches for his compass again, this time flipping it open and staring longingly at its contents.

“Who said anything about abandoning them? I only heard you mention a dance.” You pull back. You think you catch his drift now, and a sharp pain shoots through your chest you don’t like one bit. Your tone shifts from coddling and comforting to something slightly sharper. “Peggy Carter has a family, kids. A husband. I met him at a gala when I was first hired, and he isn’t you. I don’t understand much about time travel, but something tells me you shouldn’t mess with that.”

Is your concern really about protecting the fabric of space and time? Or is it about protecting your heart?

You grab his arm roughly. “Seems healed to me. Ready to go?”

He sighs, and guilt yanks at your bones as he once again exudes that complete and total exhaustion even in just a simple exhale. But you remain firm, tapping at your wrist impatiently until the screen pops up.

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rough-n-randy-rando · 5 years

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Edd and Flow, Day One

For a town that neither shrank nor grew noticeably, any business that had opened within the last five years was considered new. Java Hut was one of those businesses. About the size of two shipping containers stacked on top of each other and crammed between The Candy Store and Toomey's Tattoos, it was usually a busy place. The very first weekend of summer, with everyone having taken off like they were on the lam, it was almost completely empty.

There were only three people keeping the place warm: Eddward Vincent, known locally as Double-Dee; Barb; just Barb; and a trucker just passing through. Barb, Just Barb, 65-year-old owner of Toomey's, was taking her break and enjoying another romance novel she'd saved from the Goodwill. The Trucker was deeply contemplating the selection of doughnuts to pair with his pitch-black coffee. Eddward Vincent was behind the counter, offering helpful dietary and nutritional advice on each item in an attempt to help him make up his mind.

"I'm not a fancy guy, just something sweet, but not too sweet, gotta watch my weight." The trucker slapped his belly, which thumped like a drum, and laughed. "Ah, hell, gimme the Maple Bar, I'm treatin' myself."

"Excellent choice, sir, one moment." Double-Dee pressed a button and enjoyed the impressed look on the man's face as the doughnut was cycled on a conveyor belt and slid into a waiting paper bag, then lifted to the counter by a spatula/elevator device riveted to the display case.

"Now that's nifty, this from Japan or somethin'?"

"No Sir, it's a design of my own!"

"Well waddya know, we still make 'em smart here in the States after all." The man handed over a five and waved off the change. "Put it to college and remember me when ya win the Nobel or somethin'."

"Thank you, have a wonderful day."

After the trucker left, Barb whistled at Double-Dee and pointed to her lipstick-stained coffee mug. "Mind topping me off, Sugar, story's getting good and I'm remembering how old I am, need a jolt." As Double-Dee obliged her, she set her book down and looked him over. "You know, this town's dead as Tombstone and yet here you are slaving over an empty store." She took out a small compact and checked that her hair, grey with dyed black streaks, was still tied back and nothing was out of place. "Handsome, hardworking boy like you should be out making trouble, breaking girl's hearts; don't you have some doe-eyed cheerleader fawning after you somewhere?"

Double-Dee blushed and replaced the pot of coffee. "Yes, well, I'm set to graduate soon, and degrees sadly don't pay for themselves, Mrs. Sebastopol."

"Baby Doll, it's Barb, Just Barb."

"Mother told me to always refer to adults with respectful titles."

"Well I'm not your mother and I'm not royalty so just call me Barb."

Double-Dee sat at a stool near the end of the counter closest to Barb and smiled. "Alright, 'Barb'."

"See, wasn't so hard, not like your momma's gonna come through the door over there and start beating you with a wooden spoon or nothing."

"A very colorful scenario, 'Barb'."

Barbara pushed her winged-frame glasses up her nose, "You still didn't answer my question."

Again Double-Dee blushed and he gave a nervous laugh in response. "W-well, ah, I suppose I haven't… found the… right person."

"Gotta take time for romance, Darling. That's how I met my James." She leaned back in her chair and crossed her heavily tattooed arms. "Met him while he was on Liberty in San Francisco, Fleet Week, I was working at a diner called Pinecrest. He was with some of his buddies and at the border of drunk, saying he was the 'responsible one.' He was five-six, barely came to my chin, but he was all muscle, with hands like baseball mitts and a face like Gene Kelly. And that uniform, woof. Asked me out as he was carrying one of his buddies to the Cab."

The shop's door rung as it opened, ripping Double-Dee away from San Francisco, Pinecrest Diner, and the diminutive but immensely attractive Mr. Sebastopol. Kevin, dressed in a mechanic's coverall and his signature cap, halted a few steps in and seemed as though he suddenly wanted to leave. He'd come with the specific coal of 'casually' running into the dork, making as much small talk as possible with the dork, and being as close as possible to the dork. And now, he felt the urge to sprint home, and get as far away as possible from the dork.

"Oh hello, Kevin, forgive me I was hearing the most wonderful story."

Barb stood and drained her coffee in one big swig, inhaling sharply through her teeth afterwards, "Stuff's cold. My own damn fault." She pinched Double-Dee's cheek and gathered her things. "Should be getting back to work, stop bothering you with my memories." When she saw the disappointment on his face she checked her watch. "It's a slow day anyways, maybe I'll close up the shop and come bore you with the rest in an hour or so, how's that?"

"Please, 'Barb', I do not wish you to inconvenience yourself just for the sake of my curiosity."

"I own the damn place, nothing inconvenient about it." With that she took her leave, stopping at Kevin to give him a friendly punch in the arm. "And you, when are you coming back to finish up your work, eh?"

Kevin was glad it was the summer, that he was in a thick coverall, and that he'd just walked a half mile on a whim, because his new nervous sweat was easily masked by all the exertion. "Yeah, hah, great to see you too, Barb."

Barb gave him a quizzical look, then licked her thumb and wiped away a smudge of grease on his cheek. "Take a shower at some point today, Red."

And with that, Barb, Just Barb, made her exit, leaving the two with only open air and a cabinet full of doughnuts between them.

"Coffee!" Kevin blurted out, aware he sounded like he was trying to talk over someone. It was possibly his own thoughts both encouraging and dissuading him to do something, damnit.

Double-Dee jumped at the near-order and crossed to the machines, fretting and fumbling over the cups. "What size, wh-what kind?"

"Coffee?" His brain was screaming at him.

"Yes, Kevin, what kind, what size?"

"Hot… Hot Coffee. Sm... Medium."

Double-Dee calmed slightly, recovering from the surprise. "Is house blend fine?"

"House. Fine, finefinefine." His brain had stopped screaming because it was dead.

Double-Dee went about pouring a medium house coffee utilizing a set of hydraulic arms and claws that quickly, safely, and efficiently delivered the steaming-hot drink straight to Kevin, an accordion-style arm presenting it. "That'll be two dollars and fifty cents, please."

Kevin fumbled one-handed with his wallet and deftly dropped it to the floor as he pulled out a five. He stood there, coffee in one hand, bill in the other. Double-Dee cautiously walked around the counter and stooped to get Kevin's wallet. Kevin's body finally made some kind of connection to his mind and he stooped after as well, his chin meeting the back of the ravenette's head.

"Ouch!"

"Sorry, dude!"

Kevin instinctively brought his hands down to pull Double-Dee up, and accomplished slapping the other teen in the face with a five-dollar bill and spilling half of his piping-hot coffee on him as well. Double-Dee stood up abruptly and this time it was his head in the role of attacker, slamming Kevin's mouth shut with a loud CLACK as his teeth became reacquainted. Kevin was knocked off balance and fell backwards, causing him to grab at the air with his now empty hand, snagging Double-Dee's beanie. Double-Dee, with lightning reflexes, grabbed onto his hat and held for dear life, being pulled along, then down, with Kevin.

The two came to rest a coffee, grease and sweat-stained pile. Double-Dee's head was resting on Kevin's chest, and Kevin was holding onto the other boy like they'd just finished making love.

"You, uhm… you okay, Double Dweeb?" 'Yes, good, save face insult him AND ask after his well-being' his inner voice hissed.

"This has been a rather…" Double-Dee rose slightly and shifted into a sitting position, straddling Kevin, his hair disheveled and emerging from under his now wet hat, "… Interesting encounter."

Kevin felt blood rushing back to the brain in his head, as well as his other brain just below the waist. He heard the bell on the door ring and craned his head to see who had entered to witness his shame.

"You know it's against company policy to bang in the store on the clock, right?" Lee Kanker stepped over Kevin and made her way to the rear of the store, calling over her shoulder, "Double-Dee, clean that up will ya, I'm going to change."

Double-Dee looked at his watch, then at his coffee-stained clothes, and the coffee-stained floor, and the coffee-stained redhead he was mounted on. "Messy, messy, messy, these stains will be aggravating to remove." He stood and cautiously leaned over the counter to press a button, summoning a robot that looked like a filing cabinet crossed with a mop bucket that set about cleaning the ground, letting out an annoyed beep each time it found the way obstructed by a still prostrate Kevin. "Please get off the floor, Kevin, it's very dirty, then again I suppose you're rather messy yourself." He extended his hand.

Whatever mix of bravado, sheepishness, and utter stupidity had previously been rattling around inside him was gone, and now Kevin, neutral and defeated, took the offered hand and rose.

"Thanks for the Coffee." Kevin turned on his heel like the failed JROTC cadet he was and strode out, breaking into a dead sprint the minute his foot hit the sidewalk.

Lee came back and took a seat behind the counter, flipping through a Playgirl magazine and putting in headphones. "He had a hard-on."

Double-Dee spun around, his face turning crimson. "Excuse me!?"

Lee ripped out one of the pages and stuffed it in her bra, "Kevin, rock hard."

Double-Dee was speechless. He attempted some kind of response, smoothed out his soaked apron, tucked his loose, wet hair back under his hat, composed himself, and strode towards the rear of the store.

"Be proud, it's a compliment" she called after him, tearing another photo of a near-nude man out and putting him with his compatriot.

Meanwhile, Kevin, winded and his heart thudding in his ears, was about to turn back into the cul de sac when he tripped and gorilla-rolled across the sidewalk, coming to rest on his back. He laid there, staring up into the sun, wishing for it to burn him to a crisp, when a familiar face came into view.

"Kevin, why are you splayed like a fresh pelt on a tanning board, and why do you smell of a Peruvian/Chilean blend?"

"Rolf, bro, I couldn't tell you to save my life." He was pained at the truth in that. He was barely able to contemplate or come to terms with his own feelings, let alone begin to try and play out other people's reactions to them. "I just… I got it bad for someone."

"It? Bad? What, Worms? Rolf has cure for this pestilential malady! Come, we'll ferment some of Victor's milk and pickle a dozen of Gertrude's eggs, you'll be purged and fit enough to harvest an entire field in no time!" Rolf lifted Kevin up bodily and placed him on his feet. "You do not seem as though you are bothered by things which creep and crawl on your insides, tell Rolf your worry so that he may tailor a solution."

"I like someone, dude." It might have been the need to tell someone something, even if it wasn't everything; it might have been the dizziness from getting hit in and falling onto his head consecutively in the span of a few minutes; or it might have been the loneliness that went hand in hand with his recent thoughts, but he let fly. "I don't know why, or, I think I know why, but I don't know what to do, how to do it, you know what I mean?"

"No, Rolf does not understand this."

Kevin let out a sigh. "Forget it, man."

"Rolf does not understand this 'not knowing', this 'why.' If you feel the rustlings of the undergrowth of your heart you do not turn and run like some child without hair on their chest; you declare yourself to your desired, you build a home for them, and plant many a fertile seed so as to leave no doubt of your prowess and virility."

Kevin felt a second wind in him, his friend's words echoing in his head. "I don't know about the planting seeds and whatever but yeah, YEAH, that's what I'm gonna do."

"Ensuring a bountiful harvest is important to courtship, flat-end-of-bread Kevin, now you are saying things that Rolf cannot approve of."

Kevin embraced his friend and took off running back towards Java Hut.

"If you do have worms tell Rolf, he already has the milk and eggs!"

Back at the shop, Barb was engaged in commentary of the men in the magazine with Lee, Double-Dee emerging from the back clean and dry.

"There you are, I thought you'd changed your mind and taken off to avoid my story."

Double-Dee chuckled, feeling refreshed after he'd utilized his patented solo-shower kit. "I wouldn't miss the conclusion of your story for anything, 'Barb'"

"Oooh, juicy gossip?" Lee leaned towards Barb expectantly, Double-Dee sitting beside her at a respectful distance.

"Just talking about my James."

"I remember him, short guy, like my Eddy."

Barb sighed and nodded, reached into her purse and pulled out a much-loved photograph in a cloudy, plastic sleeve. She pulled the photo out and held it so they could see. Barb was young, thin, and naked, a yellow sundress thrown over her shoulder. Double-Dee blushed, Lee whistled. Besides her was a stocky, muscular man with his arms crossed and wearing only a smile, his impressive equipment on proud display. Double-Dee giggled nervously, and Lee nodded in approval. While Barb's skin was an empty canvas, James was a mosaic of Marine iconography, Catholic imagery and more than a couple Japanese geishas in demure and lewd poses.

"He gave me my first ink, our second date." She lifted her arm so they could see her armpit, a wide-hipped hula girl winking back at them. It had clearly gotten a few touch ups over the years, the most well-cared for tattoo out of her many. "The photo's from our first date, Baker Beach. He left for Vietnam a few days later and swore he'd kill anyone and anything to get back to me, even 'the poor bastard who makes the mistake of marrying you before me.' He was a romantic."

"Marriage, after a couple of dates?" Double-Dee was amazed.

"Did you not see what he was packing? I'd have married him on the spot." Lee let out a lecherous laugh and high-fived Barb.

Barb wiped away a tear, smiling at her photograph and other fond memories. "You just know. It's corny, it's old fashioned, but, we did, and so I think anyone can. Plus, he came back in one piece, so I knew he'd be tougher than anything that came our way."

"What happened to Mr. Sebasto… James?" Double-Dee winced as Lee smacked his shoulder.

"Cancer. Had to be something that mean to take my James down. The only thing he couldn't beat with his bare hands." Barb laughed and wiped her eyes again. "No I don't dwell on that. I had him, he was mine, not everyone gets that chance, that blessing."

The door to the shop didn't open so much as it exploded inward, the bell snapping loose as it rung. Kevin stumbled in, soaked to the waist in sweat, coffee stains still on him. Everyone in the shop stared at Kevin, but he only had eyes for, and on, Double-Dee.

"Kevin, you're in even shoddier a state than when you left, what happened!?" Double-Dee sprung from his seat and moved to Kevin, putting his hands on his shoulders and meeting his gaze, assessing him for heat injuries.

"Plant… fffffertile… seeeehhuuuuh." He didn't fall into Double-Dee's arms so much as collapsed into them, then onto him.

"Oh dear, not again." There was no helping it, the pair fell to the ground. "Some assistance, please?"

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hannahsmusings · 4 years

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Lou

*he stops dead in his tracks when he sees the beach, looking around in total awe, his jaw hanging open* Okay this has to be fake… like we have to be in a simulation or something. Places this pretty just don’t exist in the real world. *your words knock him out of his thoughts, nodding at you* Yeah, works for me. I have a great bar-dar… *he looks at you as you walk, waiting for you to laugh at his terrible pun* Bar-dar… like radar… but a radar for a bar. Oh I thought it was funny! *he nudges you playfully when you don’t seem to find it as funny* I’ve been hanging out with Haz too long, I’m picking up on his shitty banter. *once you get to the lounge chairs, he looks around for a bar, his already tan skin nearly glowing in the sunlight, always being relatively tan for living in London and barely ever seeing the sun* I think I found a bar, love! You stay here with the chairs and stuff and I can go grab us the drinks, yeah? I’ll surprise you, don’t worry. *he salutes to you, being overly goofy to make up for his own intrusive thoughts he kept having, not wanting to burden you with them* *he walks off down the beach a bit to a cute little hut bar, waiting to be helped*

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*laughs at your dramatics, having always loved that about you* I am in shock honestly, what a life. *grins, before cocking a brow in confusion at your words before groaning and facepalming as you explain your pun* That honestly was so bad I think I threw up in my mouth a bit. *grimaces before laughing* I love him but god his banter is a mess. *chuckles as I put my bag down under the chair, getting my headphones out and preparing to lie out on the lounger before grinning at your words, rolling my eyes as you salute* Sounds good Lou, thanks. See you in a sec. *pleased to see you were upbeat but knowing you well enough to know you were forcing it for my benefit, knowing it would only take a few drinks for that mask to slip and wanting you to know you could be honest with me* *takes my cover-up off so I was just in my bikini, stretching and spraying myself with some tanning oil before lying on my back on the sun lounger, looking all glowy in the sun with my shades on*

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dave-meowstaine · 6 years

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All of the asks ! !

Should have seen this coming!

1. You woke up naked next to the last person you texted, what would you say? - I would be super happy and excited seeing as the last person I texted was Lizzie. I would probably be like “OH MY GOD BABY!!!!!” and then cuddle and kiss the shit out of her

2. What’s going on between you and the last person you kissed? - Lizzie is my girlfriend

3. If your boyfriend or girlfriend was into drugs, would you care? - Depends what it is. Weed and hallucinogens are chill but anything hard like coke or heroin and shit could potentially be a deal breaker (if they didn’t get off it)

4. Is your last name longer than six letters? - My last name is double barrelled so… yes?

5. Was your last kiss drunk or sober? - It was sober

6. Have you ever wanted to have someone but you messed it up? - I mean, kinda? I did want her, but at the time I didn’t, and then when we got back together it wasn’t the same so… I don’t really know haha

7. What does your last received text say? - “I love you!!!”

8. How many times have you kissed the last person you kissed? - Too many to count yet not enough!!!

9. Where was your last kiss at? - It was at Heathrow airport in London. Lizzie was going back to America… :(

10. When is the last time you saw your sister? - About 5 minutes ago

11. What do you drink in the morning?- I always have a cup of tea and a glass of water

12. Where did you sleep last night? - In my bed

13. Do you think relationships are hard? - If they are hard, then you’re probably not doing it right. A proper good relationship should feel like the most effortless thing in the world. That’s how I feel with Lizzie

14. If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you? - Not at all

15. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, any problems? - Hell no! Maybe noise complaints but no real problems hahaha

16. Would you rather it be sunny or rainy? - Sunny, to be honest. Unless I’m snuggled up in bed. Then definitely rainy!

17. Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you? - My middle name is my dad’s first name

18. Are you wearing jeans,sweatpants,or pajama pants? - Jeans

19. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 years from now? - Definitely still be with Lizzie

20. Does anyone like you? - Obviously Lizzie haha

21. Have you ever kissed someone with a name that starts with an S? - Nope

22. Is the last person you kissed gay? - Lizzie is bi

23. Is there a person you CANNOT stand? - Yeah, I can think of a couple of people

24. Have you ever considered getting a tattoo? - Yes! I want to be covered. I’m thinking of getting one really soon, actually. Just after christmas

25. In the past week have you cried? - I cried last night

26. What breed was the last dog you saw? - Jesse is… um… we have no idea what my dog is. Some sort of Terrier haha

27. Do you dry off in the shower or out of the shower? - Out of it

28. Have you ever kissed a football player? - Nope

29. Do you think you’re old? - I know I’m not because I’m 19. Then I remember that kids born in 2000 will be able to get into clubs next year and…

30. Do you like text messaging? - Depends who it is I’m texting

31. What type of day are you having? - It’s alright. Been working out and skateboarding all day

32. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced? - I have septum pierced. I’ve thought about getting the side of my nose pierced but I don’t think I would

33. Do you prefer warm or cold weather? - Warm weather so I can go out and do stuff

34. Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you? - Lizzieeee

35. Would you prefer a relationship or a fling? - Definitely a relationship. I’ve had flings, but they just aren’t my sort of thing

36. Are you a simple or complicated person? - Depends on how you see it. I like to think I’m a simple person. What you see is what you get with me, there is no hidden agenda or anything

37. What song are you listening to? - Nothing at the moment, but I have Lil Peep stuck in my head

38. When you say you’re sorry do you mean it? - Of course! I would never say sorry unless I meant it39. Is there a girl that knows everything or almost everything about you? - Lizzie literally knows me inside and out40. What made you start liking the person you like now? - Just so kind and caring and passionate and funny and beautiful. Looking back I think I fell in love with Lizzie as soon as we started talking. It was like meeting the part of me that was always missing41. When did you last receive a text message? - About 7am this morning42. What is wrong with you right now? - I really want Lizzie and I miss her so much and that makes me sad and not motivated to do anything43. How well do you know the last female you texted? - Lizzie has literally told me everything about herself. There isn’t a single thing I don’t know about that woman44. Does anyone disgust you? - Maybe people’s attitudes and the way they see things, but I wouldn’t say a person as a whole disgusts me45. Would you date someone right now if they asked? - No, I’m dating Lizzie46. Are you in a good mood right now? - I’m in a fairly good mood. Kinda frustrated because I’ve been skateboarding and am really close to landing a new trick but I can’t quite get it right, so I’m taking a break and answering these!47. Who was the last person you talked to in person? - My dad48. What color shirt are you wearing? - It’s plain dark green49. Has someone recently told you something you didn’t want to hear? - Ummm not recent recent but about a month ago50. Anyone you’re giving up on? - Not that I’m aware of51. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for? - Definitely not! I’m head over heels in love with Lizzie!

52. Have you ever thought about giving up on someone but couldn’t? - Nope53. Do you like rain? - I love the rain! Especially when I’m snuggled up in bed54. Do you care if your boyfriend/girlfriend drinks? - Not at all! When Lizzie was here, we went to the pub a couple of times with my friends and my sister and one night we got completely wasted hahaha55. Have you ever liked somebody and never told them? - No, actually. I’ve actively pursued every crush I’ve had. Some worked, some didn’t. That’s just life. You never know unless you give it a go56. Do you like to cuddle? - I fucking love cuddles!57. Are you shy? - Kinda when you first meet me. More awkward than shy. But as soon as we’re acquainted and we know each other, I’m no where near shy 58. Do you get along with girls? - I do59. Have you dated the person you texted last? - I am currently dating Lizzie60. What do you carry with you at all times? - My phone and my headphones61. If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you? - I live in it if it meant I got $1 million! Would be pretty interesting to see if anything spooky happens62. Do you think you can last in a relationship for five months? - Lizzie and I will have been together for 5 months and known each other for 6 in 10 days so… 63. Think back to October, were you in a relationship? - I was. In fact, Lizzie was here in England for half of October, including Halloween!64. The person you like kisses you on the forehead, do you find this cute? - Omg yes please65. Did anything “cute” happen in the last week? - Lizzie told her parents about me and we’re finally free to be together 100% and tag each other in shit on Facebook and post about each other on social media and that made me super happy!

66. How old are the last three people you kissed? - 19, 18, and 21 (Lizzie is the 21 year old, fyi)

67. Would you rather pay to get your nails done or do them yourself? - I wouldn’t get my nails done (unless Lizzie wanted me to for fun haha) but probably professional. Unless it was Lizzie messing around and just painting my nails, then that would be adorble 68. Which do you like better- Zebra print or leopard print? - Neither. Both are pretty tacky, if you ask me. But hey, you like what you like! 69. Do you have any stickers on your car? - Nope 70. Would you rather listen to Luke Bryan or Lil Wayne? - I don’t know who Luke Bryan is but I think I would rather put my dick in a blender than listen to Lil Wayne so I guess Luke Bryan…?71. Blackberry, Anroid, or iPhone? - Android 72. When’s the last time you had pizza from Pizza Hut? - 25 days ago. The day before Lizzie went back to America, we went on a date and we went bowling and then had a proper meal at Pizza Hut 73. Do you like diet soda? - I prefer regular but yeah 74. What color are the walls in your room? - White except one which is light blue 75. Are you 16 or older? - I’m 19 76. Do you watch Pretty Little Liars? - Nope, never have and probably never will 77. Do you have a job? - Not at the moment. College is taking up all of my time so I’m focusing on doing the absolute best I can in that 78. What are your initials? - T.A.W-P 79. Did you ever have braces? - Nope. My dentist said I could have gotten them but my teeth weren’t fucked up enough so we would have to have paid a lot 80. Are you from the south? - South East London

81. What does your last status on facebook say? - I haven’t posted a status on Facebook in literally years! The last post on there is me changing my profile picture to a picture of Lizzie and I 82. Do you still talk to the first person you ever kissed? - No, I do not 83. Are you closer to your mom or your dad? - I’m equally as close to both of them, but I feel like I can talk to my mum more 84. Have you ever done cheerleading or gymnastics? - Gymnastics but that was because we all had to do it back in school 85. What’s the last movie you saw in theaters? - I think it was a film called Allied with Brad Pitt. My best friend, Ed, and I went to see it and then went to Costa Coffee afterwards. Great night out 86. Do you smoke? - Occasionally. More social than not 87. Would you rather wear heels or flip flops? - Neither, but I guess flip flops. Although I do rock a mean pair of heels 88. Is your phone touch screen? - It is 89. Do you normally wear your hair straight or curly? - Lol good luck getting my hair straight without a pair of straighteners and a lot of hairspray 90. Have you ever snuck out of your house? - Not really. I have crept out of the house to go for a cigarette in the early hours of the morning, but that because I don’t want to wake anyone up 91. Would you rather swim in a river, lake, or pool? - I’ve never swam in a river or lake so I can’t really say 92. Have you ever made out in a car? - I have 93. …Had sex in a car? - I haven’t outright had sex, but I have done stuff 94. Are you single or in a relationship? - In a relationship 95. What were you doing last night at midnight? - Reading my book in bed and texting Lizzie 96. When’s the last time you saw fireworks? - 5th of November on bonfire night with Lizzie 97. Do you like the camera on your phone? - Yeah, it takes pretty good photos so I can’t complain 98. Have you ever had a friend with benefits? - I have, more than once, and it actually sucked 99. Have you ever passed out from drinking? - Many times 100. Are you friends with people on facebook that you actually hate? - I wouldn’t say I really HATE anyone, but definitely people I dislike101. Have you ever had a pregnancy scare? - Not me personally, yeah I thought I got someone pregnant. Wasn’t scared though 102. Name your favorite Kesha song - The only Kesha song I know is Tick Tock and to be fair that is a banger hahaha 103. Do you have any tan lines right now? - Nope 104. Would you ever wear cowboy boots with shorts? - I don’t think I would ever wear cowboy boots to begin with

Thank you!!! :D

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styczniowy · 6 years

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okay, so questions 1-104 have a great time ily ((:

ilyt (((:

1. You woke up naked next to the last person you texted, what would you say? “what do you want for breakfast?”

2. What’s going on between you and the last person you kissed?we’re in a relationship

3. If your boyfriend or girlfriend was into drugs, would you care?i would care. especially if it was something really bad.(if she was into weed i’d probably just ask for some though)

4. Is your last name longer than six letters?yep, it’s 10 letters

5. Was your last kiss drunk or sober?sober

6. Have you ever wanted to have someone but you messed it up?i don’t think so?

7. What does your last received text say?“no.”

8. How many times have you kissed the last person you kissed?i didn’t count.

9. Where was your last kiss at?a school corridor ((:

10. When is the last time you saw your sister?i don’t have a sister

11. What do you drink in the morning?just water

12. Where did you sleep last night?in my own bed, in my own room

13. Do you think relationships are hard?sometimes they are, but if you have a healthy relationship it’s not really a problem i thimk??

14. If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you?past 5 months? probably not.

15. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, any problems?no problem with that.

16. Would you rather it be sunny or rainy?rainy

17. Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you?no

18. Are you wearing jeans,sweatpants,or pajama pants?jeans

19. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 years from now?i hope so.

20. Does anyone like you?i don’t know, @brokenchildsbones do you still like me or nah

21. Have you ever kissed someone with a name that starts with an S?nope

22. Is the last person you kissed gay?sorta. maybe. kinda. probably. most likely.

23. Is there a person you CANNOT stand?there are A LOT.

24. Have you ever considered getting a tattoo?yep, i want lots of tattoos

25. In the past week have you cried?today, yesterday… yeah, i did, quite a lot actually (but i’m fine, it’s normal)

26. What breed was the last dog you saw? maltese. t i n y c r e a t u r e

27. Do you dry off in the shower or out of the shower?out. who the fuck dries off in the shower?

28. Have you ever kissed a football player?no

29. Do you think you’re old?nah, definitely not

30. Do you like text messaging?yes

31. What type of day are you having?the ‘shitty/tiring/ugh/i need cuddles’ kind of day

32. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced?yep, and i want two rings on both sides

33. Do you prefer warm or cold weather?slightly cold. but not too cold

34. Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you?can i count tyler and josh?

35. Would you prefer a relationship or a fling?a relationship for sure

36. Are you a simple or complicated person?idk to be honest, you tell me

37. What song are you listening to?my chemical romance - the ghost of you

38. When you say you’re sorry do you mean it?yes.

39. Is there a girl that knows everything or almost everything about you?yep

40. What made you start liking the person you like now?a lot of things that i don’t feel like listingbut i have my reasons

41. When did you last receive a text message?5 minutes ago

42. What is wrong with you right now?everything (:

43. How well do you know the last female you texted?pretty well, i think

44. Does anyone disgust you?yeah, for example terfs

45. Would you date someone right now if they asked?no.

46. Are you in a good mood right now?not really good but not bad either.

47. Who was the last person you talked to in person?my mother

48. What color shirt are you wearing?black

49. Has someone recently told you something you didn’t want to hear?yes

50. Anyone you’re giving up on?no

51. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for?what?does?this?question?mean?no?

52. Have you ever thought about giving up on someone but couldn’t?no.

53. Do you like rain?bitch i LOVE rain

54. Do you care if your boyfriend/girlfriend drinks?i care, but i wouldn’t mind her doing anything as long as she’s safe :)

55. Have you ever liked somebody and never told them?yeah

56. Do you like to cuddle?yes!!!! i love to cuddle let’s cuddle right now

57. Are you shy?i think i am58. Do you get along with girls?i guess i do

59. Have you dated the person you texted last?yes, right now60. What do you carry with you at all times?my phone, headphones, a watch and a rubber band. all the time.

61. If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you?hell yeah butch, i need money

62. Do you think you can last in a relationship for five months?definitely

63. Think back to October, were you in a relationship?yep, i’m in a relationship since june

64. The person you like kisses you on the forehead, do you find this cute?cutest thing ever

65. Did anything “cute” happen in the last week?i don’t remember anything reallybut blame my poor memory

66. How old are the last three people you kissed?i only kissed two people in my life (that i remember)my ex (17 right now)and my girlfriend (15)

67. Would you rather pay to get your nails done or do them yourself? i’d rather pay, i can’t paint my nails at all

68. Which do you like better- Zebra print or leopard print? i’m team zebra

69. Do you have any stickers on your car? i don’t have a car, but i would if i did.

70. Would you rather listen to Luke Bryan or Lil Wayne? i don’t fucking know, i don’t know these dudes

71. Blackberry, Anroid, or iPhone? android

72. When’s the last time you had pizza from Pizza Hut? i don’t remember, probably long ago

73. Do you like diet soda? it tastes the same as normal soda

74. What color are the walls in your room? pink, please kill my room

75. Are you 16 or older? no.

76. Do you watch Pretty Little Liars? no.

77. Do you have a job? no.78. What are your initials? j.b.

79. Did you ever have braces? nope.

80. Are you from the south? the south of what?but no?

81. What does your last status on facebook say? i have absolutely no idea and i don’t want to check. it was probably like 4 years ago.

82. Do you still talk to the first person you ever kissed? not very often

83. Are you closer to your mom or your dad? uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh neither?

84. Have you ever done cheerleading or gymnastics? nope.

85. What’s the last movie you saw in theaters? flatliners.

86. Do you smoke? nope

87. Would you rather wear heels or flip flops? buT I MAKE TH E SE HIG H H E ELS WO R K

88. Is your phone touch screen? yes

89. Do you normally wear your hair straight or curly? i don’t know, ask my hair. it does what it wants. mostly curly lately.

90. Have you ever snuck out of your house? yeah, several times

91. Would you rather swim in a river, lake, or pool? a pool, i like pools

92. Have you ever made out in a car? nonot yet

93. …Had sex in a car? same answer as before ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

94. Are you single or in a relationship? i’m in a relationship!

95. What were you doing last night at midnight? idk, probably either crying or texting or both

96. When’s the last time you saw fireworks? on last new year’s

97. Do you like the camera on your phone? it’s fine, the front could be better though

98. Have you ever had a friend with benefits? nope

99. Have you ever passed out from drinking? never

100. Are you friends with people on facebook that you actually hate? i’m friends with lots of people from my school, so go fucking figure…

101. Have you ever had a pregnancy scare? nope

102. Name your favorite Kesha song: I LOVE TIK TOK IT’S MY FUCKING ANTHEM

103. Do you have any tan lines right now? nope

104. Would you ever wear cowboy boots with shorts? why would anyone do that. ever.no.

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sage-nebula · 6 years

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I finished the main campaign of Octo Expansion last night. I haven’t beaten all the levels / received all the Mem Cakes, and tbh I don’t know if I’m going to; the Golden Toothpick is not an accessory I’d ever use (I’m way too attached to the massive headphones), and honestly, some of the levels are just a pain in the ass. Like, I could probably do it if given enough tries, but the problem is that it costs money to retry the levels, and that’s something that I burn through rather quickly. I don’t want to end up hundreds of CQ points in debt to Marina and Pearl. :/ (Though if I could pay them with gold from the main game, I’d have more than enough to pay it off, easily . . .)

With that said, though, I did beat the main campaign and I have some definite Thoughts™ about things. The rest goes under a cut for the sake of spoilers.

Way back when I played the very first Splatoon game and beat the single player campaign, I had this thought that perhaps the Octarians / Octolings were in fact the real victims, and that the Inklings were the ones at fault. Make no mistake, it was wrong for the Octarians to steal the Great Zapfish; however, their underground society is literally crumbling and falling apart, and their civilization faces the threat of a massive crash if they don’t have some sort of power or energy source. They stole the Great Zapfish out of necessity, because they need the zapfish to continue surviving, whereas Inkopolis . . . honestly was getting by just fine without it while it was gone. Meanwhile, Cap’n Cuttlefish sent Agent 3 in there to get the Great Zapfish back, and Agent 3 did . . . but not only did Agent 3 take away the power source that the Octarians needed to live, but they also laid waste to the entire Octarian city, leaving devastation in their wake. They took out hundreds, if not thousands, of Octarians. And at the end of it all, DJ Octavio was shoved into a tiny snowglobe and put on display in front of Cap’n Cuttlefish’s hut. That snowglobe is not even big enough for him to turn around in. Seeing that, it really struck me that perhaps the propaganda and the story that we were fed by Cap’n Cuttlefish . . . was wrong. I suddenly felt like the bad guy. I had invaded the Octarians’ home, slaughtered their people, took away the power source they needed to live, and had their leader imprisoned in a jail so small he didn’t have enough space to move in it, and plus reduced him to being treated like an ornament so Cap’n Cuttlefish could gloat. I felt like a monster.

These thoughts and feelings of mine continued into this game. The single player campaign of Splatoon 2 was very similar to that of the first game, except that you had Marie as mission control because Callie had been kidnapped, and Marie wanted to rescue her. To be honest, I found this campaign to be somewhat disappointing; not only was the DJ Octavio fight not as good as the first game (it was far easier), but I was really hoping for a twist where it would turn out that Callie hadn’t been brainwashed, but that she had gone to the Octarians of her own free will because she saw how they were suffering, realized they were more victims than villains, and wanted to help them. That the final stages seemed to have been redesigned by her really had me hoping for this, and I was very disappointed to learn that she was brainwashed all along. I guess I can understand that Nintendo might not want to tackle the morality of warfare in a colorful game like Splatoon, but if they’re going to tackle the subject of war at all, I would prefer if they did, particularly since the state the Octarians live in is . . . really not a good one. Yeah, they attack you when you go through their stages, but you’re in their home, you’re invading their home and you’re attacking them right back. They have a right to defend themselves, you know? They’re not monsters. They’re people, too.

Nonetheless, ever since Off the Hook was first revealed, I found it really interesting that Marina was an Octoling, and that she was able to live among the Inklings with no troubles. I had some headcanons, of course, that perhaps she did face some trouble initially, but that Pearl defended her from the bullying. It turns out I was partially correct; people were biased against Marina at first, due to her style of music, and Pearl did offer her support and they kept performing together regardless. However, it turns out that most Inklings (Pearl included!!) don’t realize that Marina is actually an Octoling, which is just . . .

Guys, seriously?

Nonetheless, I was still intrigued, especially since I believe it was mentioned that the Squid Sisters had performed alongside Off the Hook, and yet they seemed to have no trouble with Marina despite the fact that Cap’n Cuttlefish is their grandfather, and he is racist af (to the point where he trained them to fight Octarians), and the fact that Callie was kidnapped by the Octarians, which set Marie on a revenge rescue quest. I wanted to know more about that . . .

. . . and Octo Expansion delivered, albeit not completely in the way that I’d hoped.

For the most part, I found Octo Expansion to be really good. I really like the fact that Cap’n Cuttlefish’s racism was touched on, and that it’s shown pretty clearly that regardless of Marina’s history, she’s a good person and there’s absolutely no justification for treating her poorly now. (On that note, all that Pearl/Marina content? Golden. Thank you so much, Nintendo.) Likewise, it’s stated that Marina and Agent 8 aren’t unique; there are plenty of Octolings who dream of living a better life, and they deserve the chance to do so without being just as held back by the Inklings’ prejudices as they are by their own society’s indoctrination. I also really enjoyed the chance to see more of the Octarian home, and how absolutely rundown it is. For as much cool technology as they have, their societ is still in pretty blatant disrepair, particularly when compared to Inkopolis. The ramshackle subway station really reinforces this. Additionally, as corrupt as DJ Octavio may be (may be), it’s clear that he’s not nearly as corrupt as Captain Tartar and the Kamabo Corporation, which really seems to be running the show down there . . . particularly since they’re kidnapping Octolings to experiment on and turn into mind controlled test subjects. (Because remember, Agents 3 and 8 were attacked by some mysterious person, knocked out, and Agent 8 had their memories stolen. This was clearly deliberate. They didn’t volunteer for this; they were taken.) The Octolings have a truly rough life, particularly in comparison to the Inklings. The Inklings do have Grizzco Industries as the shady corporation in their world, but choosing to work there is voluntary. There is no choice when it comes to the Kamabo Corporation. You are taken, and there’s no way to opt out. (Also, Mr Grizz doesn’t kill you for failing. Kamabo, on the other hand, straps a detonation device to your back so that if you mess up during a test, they splat you on the spot. Like . . . dude.)

All of this I really liked, but what I didn’t enjoy as much was the implication that the Inklings are the Big Good, and the Octarians are the Big Bad, except for those who ~see the light~ thanks to the Squid Sisters’ music and decide to join Inkling society therefore. Like, there is a lot of suffering in the Octarian world, and that is undeniable. It’s also undeniable that things are far better in Inkopolis. But the way Nintendo presented things makes it seem as though Octarians and Octolings are evil until “Calamari Inkantation” breaks through the indoctrination and turns them good, and that . . . didn’t sit as well with me. I think that the story would have worked better if it was portrayed as Octolings saw how much better life was in Inkopolis, and decided that they wanted some of that, too. Some might want to restart the Great Turf War to get that for themselves, yes. Others might want to take stuff from Inkopolis to take back to the Octarian society to improve life there, yes. But still others just want to have a better life, just want to go and live quietly in Inkopolis with the Inklings, setting aside prejudices that exist from before they were born so that they can find some peace and happiness. You know, like people do. I think that would have offered for a more nuanced story, rather than acting like most Octarians are evil until they hear a certain piece of music.

(Additionally, I do think something should be done to improve life for the Octarians. It’s great that Marina and Agent 8 are going to have a better life in Inkopolis, but the Octarians are still suffering. If Inkopolis could offer them some assistance in some way, perhaps the war could finally be well and truly ended, and everyone could live in happiness and prosperity. Just a thought.)

With all of that said, though, I did enjoy it. And I’m really amused now at how there are far more Octolings in Inkopolis Square / the various game modes than Inklings, haha. I get that it’s because getting to play as an Octoling is brand new and so of course everyone wants to do it, but it’s still funny to me because it’s basically like the Octolings have taken over Inkopolis. (For my part, I originally wasn’t going to play as an Octoling and really only did the expansion for the new story content, but Agent 8 worked so hard to get to Inkopolis that now I’d feel kind of guilty if I didn’t play as her. Also, she shows more personality than Agent 4 ever did anyway, so . . . ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

I’ve also been thinking about how the Octolings must be adjusting to life in Inkopolis once they get there, too. There’s mention made in the chat logs during Octo Expansion that it was a somewhat bumpy transition period for Marina when she first came to the surface---that she didn’t know anything about what life on the surface was like, and that Pearl helped her out immensely when it came to that. I imagine that, although we don’t actually get to see it for obvious reasons, it would be a similar situation for the other Octolings . . . but in a lot of different ways. A few headcanons:

One of the biggest culture shocks the Octolings experience is the fact that there is color and sound everywhere, but also that everything is pretty much solid ground. In the subterranian Octarian homeworld, the ground is very often broken up by floating platforms, those roller things you have to shoot ink at to temporarily flatten out, and so on. You have to be ready to jump and swim at a moment’s notice, or you could fall to your death in the abyss. Inkopolis isn’t like that, though; the ground isn’t broken into chunks and they haven’t had to make things like those roller things in order to bridge the gaps. The Octolings would have to get used to being able to just sit down and relax for the first time in their lives, and that’s definitely an adjustment. (And all the color, too, and the bright sunlight . . . had they ever seen true sunlight before in their lives? It seems doubtful.)

Although the Great Turf War is “over,” the Octarians (for obvious reasons) haven’t really let it go. As a result, they have a full military academy that they’re shunted into from childhood. They’re raised to be child soldiers. And Agent 8 is no exception; we know from their battle against Agent 3 that they were an active soldier in the Octarian military, quite like Marina before she, too, defected. What this means is that, from the jump, the Octolings are going to take things more seriously than the Inklings. They’re going to be more vigilant, more on guard. So when they get to Inkopolis and see that the Inklings treat Turf War like a sport . . . when they see that the Inklings regularly hold huge battles over silly things like how they like their orange juice . . . I think that’d be a culture shock, too. They wouldn’t understand why the Inklings would fight over something so trivial. (And some of them might even be a little angry; the Octarians are suffering, but the Inklings have it so good they can waste their time fighting over juice? Seriously?)

On that note, I think that they’d be naturals at Salmon Run because they’re so used to fighting for their lives (or at least being trained to fight for their lives). While the Inklings live comfortable, cozy lives and are therefore routinely traumatized by the actual Hell that is Salmon Run, the Octolings already have trauma from living in the Octarian home (and Agent 8 in particular went through utter Hell after they were taken by the Kamabo Corporation), and so for them, this would be just another day in the life . . . except they actually get paid for it, which is a hell of a lot more than they got back home, so score, honestly. While an Inkling that is brand new to Salmon Run might react with sheer terror at the Hell that the Salmonids unleash, an Octoling would just set their jaw and ready their weapon, because they’ve got the training to deal with it. I imagine the Octolings get promoted pretty quickly, and Mr Grizz probably loves hiring them (especially since, as a bear, he wouldn’t have the prejudice against them that the Inklings might). Inklings working for Grizzco might resent them, or else might want to have them on their team so the Octolings can take on the more dangerous bosses while the Inklings hold back (since Octarians aren’t trained or taught to hold back; they go all or nothing).

On a happier note, FASHION! Octarian fashion is all cyberpunk leather and there’s not a lot of variation. But there is so much variation in Inkling fashion and I think that, while they might be a bit overwhelmed at first (and also might put together some truly horrid outfits because they don’t have a sense for what does or doesn’t go together), the Octolings would overall be really excited to see so many different fabrics and styles. They’d get to feel things like soft cotton for the first time ever. They might not even think of gear abilities at first; they’d just be so excited to wear clothes that are soft and warm and not the bare minimum armor they need for combat.

Overall, it’s really interesting to think about what it would be like for Octolings to integrate into Inkling society. Of course, since the Inklings didn’t realize for the longest time that Marina was an Octoling (and still might not know outside of Pearl?), maybe they wouldn’t notice and really would just think that everyone has “really weird hairstyles” all of a sudden. But I like to think that maybe the citizens of Inkopolis would wisen up a little bit. If nothing else, Cuttlefish might tell everyone, given how he is. That wouldn’t surprise me. Either way, it’s interesting to think about what experiences the Octolings would have, how they’d integrate into that society, and perhaps how the Great Turf War could finally come to a real end once the Inklings and Octolings find peace with one another. It’s an interesting thought, anyway.

#scrawlers has an inkling about turf wars #//#///#////#/////#splatoon #octo expansion #meta

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dimquiet · 7 years

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Even numbers (that's a lot, sorry :D)

Lol it’s okay, gives me something to do~

2. What’s going on between you and the last person you kissed?not shit lmao

4. Is your last name longer than six letters?no it’s only 3

6. Have you ever wanted to have someone but you messed it up?never really wanted someone enough to try

8. How many times have you kissed the last person you kissed?once

10. When is the last time you saw your sister?last night

12. Where did you sleep last night?my own bed lol

14. If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you?not really, maybe if I could change the amount of money I ha

16. Would you rather it be sunny or rainy?answered~

18. Are you wearing jeans,sweatpants,or pajama pants?sweatpants how did you know

20. Does anyone like you?yeah :/

22. Is the last person you kissed gay?bi

24. Have you ever considered getting a tattoo?answered~

26. What breed was the last dog you saw? this is a great question….I saw a lab/hound mix today, just saw my neighbor’s pitbull too

28. Have you ever kissed a football player?nope

30. Do you like text messaging?easier than talking on the phone

32. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced?it is pierced

34. Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you?of course

36. Are you a simple or complicated person?both??

38. When you say you’re sorry do you mean it?I would only say it if I meant it

40. What made you start liking the person you like now?I don’t like anyone

42. What is wrong with you right now?just got over a bad cold

44. Does anyone disgust you?people who don’t care for others

46. Are you in a good mood right now?I would say so

48. What color shirt are you wearing?black, the only color I own

50. Anyone you’re giving up on?not recently

52. Have you ever thought about giving up on someone but couldn’t?not really I’m pretty good at dropping people

54. Do you care if your boyfriend/girlfriend drinks?as long as they’re not like an alcoholic56. Do you like to cuddle?when I’m in the mood

58. Do you get along with girls?yeah, girls are great60. What do you carry with you at all times?headphones, a snack62. Do you think you can last in a relationship for five months? sure64. The person you like kisses you on the forehead, do you find this cute?hell yeah

66. How old are the last three people you kissed?*coughs* only two 20, 24

68. Which do you like better- Zebra print or leopard print? Animal print makes me want to die

70. Would you rather listen to Luke Bryan or Lil Wayne? post-2010 Lil Wayne

72. When’s the last time you had pizza from Pizza Hut? three years ago and it made me sick lol

74. What color are the walls in your room? white, along with all the a mural and scribbled drawings

76. Do you watch Pretty Little Liars? Watched the first season 78. What are your initials? ASC

80. Are you from the south? hell no

82. Do you still talk to the first person you ever kissed? no

84. Have you ever done cheerleading or gymnastics? toddler gymnastics lol

86. Do you smoke? smoke what? hahaha

88. Is your phone touch screen? yes

90. Have you ever snuck out of your house? never needed to

92. Have you ever made out in a car? nah, sounds cramped

94. Are you single or in a relationship? single like a pringle

96. When’s the last time you saw fireworks? New Years

98. Have you ever had a friend with benefits? nahhh

100. Are you friends with people on facebook that you actually hate? probably not I’m never on facebook anyway

102. Name your favorite Kesha song: I don’t listen to Kesha so like…idk I never liked her songs on the radio

104. Would you ever wear cowboy boots with shorts?This is under the assumption that I would ever be caught wearing cowboy boots

#replies #lunamxdness #ask meme

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actual-talking-trashcant · 7 years

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From celadon-city's asks, answer 68 and 104?

(I got asked to do all asks so ill put all of celadon-citys asks in here for control)

68. Which do you like better- Zebra print or leopard print? neither really but zebra ig

104. Would you ever wear cowboy boots with shorts? I mean maybe

1. You woke up naked next to the last person you texted, what would you say? Probably scream or zoom because my last text was to my whole school soccer team.

2. What’s going on between you and the last person you kissed? its platonic

3. If your boyfriend or girlfriend was into drugs, would you care? probably a bit

4. Is your last name longer than six letters? no

5. Was your last kiss drunk or sober? no

6. Have you ever wanted to have someone but you messed it up? yeah ig

7. What does your last received text say? “Why is lost in quotations”

8. How many times have you kissed the last person you kissed? a couple

9. Where was your last kiss at? my room

10. When is the last time you saw your sister? dont have one

11. What do you drink in the morning? water

12. Where did you sleep last night? my bed

13. Do you think relationships are hard? YES

14. If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you? hard question, I'm not sure

15. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, any problems? no

16. Would you rather it be sunny or rainy? I'm in my room so i dont care

17. Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you? my mom and grandma and probably a lot of people

18. Are you wearing jeans,sweatpants,or pajama pants? jeans

19. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 years from now? who knows

20. Does anyone like you? no idea, probably not

21. Have you ever kissed someone with a name that starts with an S? I'm guessing this means first name and i dont think so

22. Is the last person you kissed gay? yes

23. Is there a person you CANNOT stand? donald trump

24. Have you ever considered getting a tattoo? yes

25. In the past week have you cried? yes

26. What breed was the last dog you saw? beagle

27. Do you dry off in the shower or out of the shower? out

28. Have you ever kissed a football player? i kissed my friend on the cheek one time

29. Do you think you’re old? sometimes feel like it

30. Do you like text messaging? yes

31. What type of day are you having? not so great

32. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced? like once

33. Do you prefer warm or cold weather? probably warmer

34. Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you? i mean like my dad and my brother and i have a few close guy friends

35. Would you prefer a relationship or a fling? i dont know if i could handle either right now and yet i still kinda want both

36. Are you a simple or complicated person? oh hell

37. What song are you listening to? a PWR BTTM live concert on youtube

38. When you say you’re sorry do you mean it? yes. every time i say it.

39. Is there a girl that knows everything or almost everything about you? yeah

40. What made you start liking the person you like now? i always like people based off similarities

41. When did you last receive a text message? 7min

42. What is wrong with you right now? lots of things

43. How well do you know the last female you texted? well the soccer group chat i dont really know most of them

44. Does anyone disgust you? donald trump

45. Would you date someone right now if they asked? i can't think of anyone

46. Are you in a good mood right now? nope. better than earlier i think

47. Who was the last person you talked to in person? mom

48. What color shirt are you wearing? black

49. Has someone recently told you something you didn’t want to hear? probably

50. Anyone you’re giving up on? the majority of government

51. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for? no

52. Have you ever thought about giving up on someone but couldn’t? yes.

53. Do you like rain? sometimes

54. Do you care if your boyfriend/girlfriend drinks? probably

55. Have you ever liked somebody and never told them? i dont think so

56. Do you like to cuddle? yes

57. Are you shy? sometimes

58. Do you get along with girls? usually

59. Have you dated the person you texted last? i haven't dated anyone on the soccer team

60. What do you carry with you at all times? usually my phone, headphones, cross and a beanie

61. If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you? maybe

62. Do you think you can last in a relationship for five months? yes

63. Think back to October, were you in a relationship? yes

64. The person you like kisses you on the forehead, do you find this cute? yes

65. Did anything “cute” happen in the last week? ig

66. How old are the last three people you kissed? 15-16

67. Would you rather pay to get your nails done or do them yourself? nope

^^^

69. Do you have any stickers on your car? i dont have a car

70. Would you rather listen to Luke Bryan or Lil Wayne? i dont listen to either of them

71. Blackberry, Anroid, or iPhone? iPhone because i know how to work it

72. When’s the last time you had pizza from Pizza Hut? a while

73. Do you like diet soda? no

74. What color are the walls in your room? baby blue

75. Are you 16 or older? half a month

76. Do you watch Pretty Little Liars? no

77. Do you have a job? no

78. What are your initials? mjh

79. Did you ever have braces? yes

80. Are you from the south? nope

81. What does your last status on facebook say? i dont really post statuses

82. Do you still talk to the first person you ever kissed? yeah

83. Are you closer to your mom or your dad? mom

84. Have you ever done cheerleading or gymnastics? i did gymnastics as a kid

85. What’s the last movie you saw in theaters? not entirely sure

86. Do you smoke? god no. if you smoke cigarettes i will kick your ass to the moon

87. Would you rather wear heels or flip flops? i hate both of them about equally

88. Is your phone touch screen? yes

89. Do you normally wear your hair straight or curly? straight

90. Have you ever snuck out of your house? yes

91. Would you rather swim in a river, lake, or pool? lake

92. Have you ever made out in a car? maybe? i can't remember but if i did it wasn't serious making out

93. …Had sex in a car? no

94. Are you single or in a relationship? i am a single pringle

95. What were you doing last night at midnight? probably on my computer

96. When’s the last time you saw fireworks? new years?

97. Do you like the camera on your phone? yeah

98. Have you ever had a friend with benefits? not sexually and thats not how I've ever described any of my relationships

99. Have you ever passed out from drinking? no

100. Are you friends with people on facebook that you actually hate? i dont think so

101. Have you ever had a pregnancy scare? no

102. Name your favorite Kesha song: tik tok is the first that comes to mind

103. Do you have any tan lines right now? no

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[Chapter 4] Run Away Angel

Sky POV

"I hate you." Growled Tyler who sat across from Sky, arms folded glaring at Sky.

Sky rolled his eyes, "You're the one who got us caught!" He snapped pointing his finger at Tyler who growled threateningly.

"You're the one who decided we should skip school!" Sky screamed standing up, Tyler doing the same, "You're the one who had this dumbass idea!" The two got closer together screaming in each other's faces.

"And you're the one who joined me!" Tyler pushed Sky who snapped back and pushed him harder, Tyler falling onto the seats behind him . The two Than began to have a heated glaring match at each other.

A loud steady cough rang throughout the jail cell room, "Tyler, your parents are here to pick you up," the voice than opened the cell door allowing Tyler to leave, quickly exiting the jail cell with fear of his parents lingering in the room, Sky holding in a laugh at Tyler's fear.

Sky, who's father was uncontactable and mother dead, sat down on the ground looking around with disgust, cobwebs lingering around, spiders glaring at the young lonesome boy.

Sky could guess that the guard was sending Sky pitying looks towards him, but he wouldn't say anything, he wouldn't want to be put in isolation for beating the guard close to death.

"Kid, you've got bail." The guard said, confusing Sky.

He had no one, no one liked him, who would help him.

"It's the other kid who was with you." The guard shrugged letting Sky out who the. quickly ran up to the small family who stood in the front area waiting for him to get out.

"Hello, I'm Sky. I'm sorry you had to spend money on me," Sky said shamefully, "Bailing Tyler out was already a lot but to bail me out too wasn't just sweet but very expensive." Sky bowed his head.

Tyler's Mother And Father softly chuckled, "Its alright, we have plenty money. Now, you boys. Sky, we aren't your parents so we can't punish you but you two will never pull a stunt like that ever again! Or else!" The mother said sternly putting her hands on her hips.

Sky froze, or else...or else what? Would she hit them? Would she hit him? Would she choke him? Would she tell Jason? Rat out where Sky was hiding to his father?

Oh god, all these thoughts came rushing to his head. Not anymore frozen he ran, he ran out the building and ran. He only distantly heard them calling out to him, but he couldn't hear. Everything seemed to be when you have soundproof headphones on and you know that people are talking and there are noises but you can't hear them.

He ran, ran as fast as he could. His heart seemed to beat out of his chest. His mind racing. He couldn't breath. The whole world shook.

Sky ran into a forest nearby, he couldn't stop, his legs began to get wobbly, then he fell down a ditch rolling, scraping his arms and legs and a cut near his cheek, ruffling up his feathers which had mud, dirt, twigs and other disgusting things clinging to them.

"God damn it!" Sky roared angered, he went to get up but mud clung to him making him slip, he brought a hand to his face muffling his screeching.

Than with a tired groan he relaxed into a starfish laying down position, barely having the strength or courage to get up. After a tiny panic attack in front of his new friend and his friends parents it really did hurt, he might find him weird now. He'd lose the only other person that understood just how hellish it was to live.

"Fuck my life." Sky groaned, then he felt a soft drop of water. He blinked his eyes a couple of times than feeling soft drops fall near his eyes, "Oh my god," he groaned getting into a sitting position.

"It just had to rain!" He growled, he then made his wings protect him slightly from the rain, though he was already muddy and wet. It did help stop the cold breeze that attacked his body.

He brought a hand to his face to wipe away some of the lingering mud, some mud staying on though the water had it dribble down his face and onto his body.

He growled softly in annoyance when bits and pieces stuck to the fabrics of his clothing, if he was any dumber than he was now he'd shed his clothing but he knew he'd get hypothermia. But I mean, that was better than retuning to Jason.

The name Jason just always sent shivers down his spine, he tried not to think of the demon, the literal demon.

He limped as he walked, the cuts on his legs deeper than he thought, blood softly while other wounds pouring out his leg.

"Woah!" A voice yelled as they spotted Sky, "Holy shit! Are you alright!?" A literal furry beast ran out of no where, Sky would guess that it was a Bacca Hybrid, he was pretty damn well positive of it.

"Y-Yeah," he softly said, his feathers practically sticking up in fear wondering how'd he hurt Sky too, would he slit his throat? Gouge his eyes out? Rip his wings out to deny Sky of his freedom that was already limited.

"Follow me! I'll take you back to my hut and fix you up," the person grasped Sky to drag him but Sky stumbled almost falling into the mud.

The person looked backwards and stared at Sky giving him enough time to analyze the guy around his own age. Bright brown fur, dark brown eyes, fur having some mud in it but the fur seemed to stick to the body due to being sopping wet, finally a diamond axe strapped on their side.

The person thought for a second than said, "I guess you can't walk." Than the boy around Sky's age picked him up with ease, startling him.

'There goes my pride,' Sky sighed to himself, he wondered what would happen if anybody saw him being carried, the bullying would get so much worse. It would be hell even walking to school.

He was sure that even Tyler would make fun of him, this moment would confirm Sky's sexuality to anybody who only got a mere glimpse of the tinier boy being carried by the taller male.

Than sky's eyes dropped, relaxing into the warm body which provided shelter. Finally with a content sigh he leaned into the body, his body forcibly making him submit and sleep after having barely any sleep.

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"1"

Sky looked around, hearing a child like voice.

"Who is there!?" He demanded, voice shaky with fear wondering what could happen, much better where was he. Especially if the bacca boy betrayed him and was using him as his toy.

"2"

The voice giggled, edge to it.

Sky frantically looked around, he began to back up until his back hit a wall, it was hard enough to be cement but Sky may be wrong.

"Jason's coming for you~"

Sky froze, he couldn't move. His breathing stilled, he couldn't think, his body had shook with fear though.

That's when he saw somebody walking up to him, a sinister smile on their face as they held a knife in their delicate hand, swinging the knife around as if the two were dancing.

"Aw~ Aren't you impressed? I can enter your dreams! Isn't that great! Now we can talk always~ You and I! Me and you! Always~ Nobody else~ But, my precious pet. I must wonder, why did you run away?"

Jason walked closer, his eyes blood red which was different than his bright blue that seemed to dazzle with the stars in the Sky. His gaze focused on Sky.

"Please!" Sky begged, "I wasn't running away from you! Please don't hurt me!" He sobbed, chest heaving.

Jason looked at Sky thoughtfully. Sky knew he wasn't thinking about anything though.

"Don't lie to me!"

Jason screamed, he brought a hand forcibly down cracking the cement behind Sky, He shook with every fiber of his being which wasn't a lot but he still shook. He looked up at the 5'8 male who looked down at Sky.

The world seemed to shake.

He brought a hand down brining Sky's head up with force, he cried out in pain as the knife twirled onto Sky's skin and danced from his wrist to his shoulder leaving a deep cut.

"Even with all these scars you're still beautiful,"

Jason muttered as he looked Sky up and down, taking in every scar the bullies, his father, or himself have caused.

"I would love to see your scars better~"

Jason slowly began to take off Sky's shirt.

"Please! Somebody help me!" Sky screamed.

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Sky jumped forward almost falling off the bed of which he had been laid upon, he quickly grabbed the nearest thing, a vase, and held it high ready to strike if anything got too close.

"Easy!" A voice yelled as they walked into the room.

His eyes dilated and with a split second of thought or regrets he chucked the vase at the person than bolted to the door. He was only able to throw open the door before the persons hands grasped at Sky's feminine hips and pulled him in.

Sky screamed out, "Somebody help me!" Tears rushes down his face as he tried to claw his way from the person.

"Calm your man tits!" The guy screamed throwing Sky onto the bed lightly to not cause any real damage.

"Where am I!?" Sky growled as he snarled like a wild animal trapped in a corner surrounded by a hungry pack of animals.

The boy sighed, bringing a hand to his face as he rubbed his temple, "I think we got off on a wrong start, I'm Jerome, I helped you after you passed out in my arms and I had taken you to my little hut." The boy named Jerome called out as he did a tiny twirl with his arms stretched out to show his point.

"I've lived all alone since I was old enough to hunt!" Jerome added on proudly.

Sky sighed as he plopped back onto the bed, "I'm sorry Jerome, I had a nightmare and it startled me. I'm Sky by the way." He replied to Jerome as he tucked his fluffed feathers behind his back.

"It's alright, Sky. You were startled that's all!" Jerome comforted Sky, "Do you want to talk about it?" He questioned as he sat on the end of the bed near Sky and placed a comforting soft fuzzy hand on his back.

He looked down at the ground as he looked at his hands, noticing a small thin line from where Jason had cut had been marked on his skin, this meant that Jason could harass Sky while he slept too.

Just.Fucking.Great.

"No-" Sky replied softly, "I have to leave, my roommate will kill me if I don't." He quickly added on, though seen as a joke it wasn't to be taken lightly, Jason would kill him. But Jason was all he had, his only home. He needed Jason. Jason would stay.

'Jason was good, Jason did this to me to help me, he didn't mean to hurt me, Jason loves me. He's my only friend-' Sky said to himself.

"Though he sucks he's all I have, Jason is kind. Jason doesn't want to hurt me, he does what's best for me."

Sky quickly stood up, "I have to go." Sky wrapped his wings around himself to prepare against the cold weather.

"At least take this map!" Jerome handed Sky a map, "Stay safe, it gets bad out here late at night and it seems the sun will set soon," Jerome pointed out.

Sky nodded than left the home, a quick handshake with Jerome and he was gone.

"It's cold," Sky said out-loud as he walked out of the first finally making it to civilization, to the school with dorms. His school.

Sky noticed there were no police, ambulances..anything...

Normally when a student went missing they'd send a search.

'I guess I'm that replaceable," Sky muttered to himself though only softly barely able to be heard.

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