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sparklingchim · 2 years

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long way home 22 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 2.6k

genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers, angst

rating: 18+

warnings: fingering, dirty talk, making out, jimin's a lil sassy in this one, jaykay's angy & jelly 😠, blood?, fight 🥊

summary: the one where jungkook can't control his jealousy.

a/n: jimin made it v hard to keep this pg so here u go w some mature content 🫂

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08| 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 |

masterlist | long way home masterlist

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"This is so wrong."

"But you like it."

"Jimin."

"I like it when you moan my name like that."

Jimin and you were supposed to clean up the coffee shop and close for the day. The emphasis lies on supposed.

Coffee machines left half dirty and cleaning rags hastily thrown on the counter you're in the back room, the door slightly ajar and pressed up against the wall by Jimin.

Tights down, skirt hiked up, panties pushed to the side and Jimin's fingers deep inside you.

His fingers work wonders, and the fact that you're technically in a public place might add to your pleasure.

Jimin keeps moving his digits against the sweet spot inside you, sometimes slowing down to really take his time dragging his fingers along there.

"You're so wet," Jimin says, commenting on the squelching sounds echoing off the walls of the tiny room. You lean forward, hiding your face on his chest. "You're soaking my fingers."

A sound of protest bubbles from your throat. "Don't say that."

Jimin nudges your chin up to make you look at him. "But I love when you get wet just for me." While looking straight into your eyes he picks up on his tempo. You feel some of your arousal trickling down your thighs, Jimin's sharp movements making a mess everywhere.

With your eyebrows tightly drawn together, you tip your head back against the wall.

"Deeper. I need you deeper," you moan, one hand clawing at his biceps while the other one is pressed against the table beside you.

"Like this?" Jimin grins when you roll your eyes at the pleasure.

"I'm close - fuck - I'm really close, Jimin."

Jimin pampers you with kisses on your neck. His other hand slipped beneath your bra to palm your tits. "You gonna cum for me, princess?"

"Uh-huh." You nod frantically, the fire in your tummy growing each time Jimin's fingers vanish deep inside your pulsing pussy.

"Wanna see you cumming all over my fingers," Jimin whispers in your ear. "Think you can do that for me?"

His innocent question is your last straw. Your pussy clenches around his fingers, legs shaking as your high overtakes your whole body.

"Good job, princess." He plants kisses over your neck and cleavage. Jimin keeps moving his fingers in slower movements, but you swat at his hand between your legs.

" 'm sensitive," you whine.

Jimin chuckles, retrieving his fingers from your pussy just to pop them back into his mouth. He grins when he sees how flustered you get.

"My favourite," he says.

You giggle, pulling him down to kiss him. You can taste yourself on his tongue but you couldn't care less. Kissing Jimin is like therapy. And you needed lots of that the past days.

"Y/n?"

Jimin and you freeze.

Was that ...?

Are you hallucinating or did you actually hear Jungkook calling for you?

Jimin is the first to react. "You wanna talk to him?"

You look down at yourself. Tights still down and skirt hiked up. Legs wobbly from the orgasm that Jimin just pulled out of you?

"Uh, kinda not?"

"Then you stay here and I'll deal with him." Jimin helps you to get your clothes back into place - you scrunch your nose when your wet pussy comes in contact with your panties before getting cleaned - and gives you a little kiss on the collar bone before he leaves the room. He makes sure to close the door behind him.

You don't know how long Jungkook has been in the coffee shop but you're praying to the gods that he didn't hear anything.

You can faintly make out Jimin and Jungkook talking to each other. You think about opening the door to hear what they're saying but you don't want Jungkook to find out that you're here.

You press your ear against the door to hear better, but suddenly it's completely silent.

Trepidation spreads in the pit of your stomach.

You don't think silence is a good sign in a situation like this. Jimin told you to stay here, but you're slowly starting to feel like that wasn't the smartest idea.

Your hand clasps the doorknob.

But before you get to open the door a loud smack resounds through the shop and shortly afterwards you hear glass shattering on the floor.

sora

we're short on diapers

can you buy some after work? xx

Jungkook head turns to his phone at the notification sounds. He reads the messages that appear on the display.

He turns on the indicator while continuing to wait at the red light.

It's been a long day and Jungkook can't wait to get home to his baby. Sora didn't text him while he was at work, so Nabi must have not been whiny today.

Nabi has been getting along with Sora quite well in the last few days. She's isnt as fussy as she used to be with her and doesn't cry immediately when Jungkook is gone.

Jungkook is happy about the progress. He wants his baby to have a good relationship to both her parents - that's why he permitted Sora to come back into their lives. Because children should have both parents with them when they grow up. At least that's what Jungkook believes.

It's not long before Jungkook is strolling through the aisles of the supermarket with a shopping basket in his hand.

He enters the aisle with the baby articles. He searches the shelves to locate the little 2 on the package. Once he finds the right size, Jungkook puts a large pack of nappies in his basket.

Jungkook gets some new puree flavours and hopes that Nabi will like them. Admittedly, the banana & sweet pumpkin puree doesn't sound quite delicious, but babies' tastes are peculiar - especially his little ones' taste.

On the way to the checkout, Jungkook makes a quick detour to the aisles of chocolate and sweets. He should stock up on his snacks at home. Though there are still a lot left since you haven't been to his place for a long time and Jungkook buys most of the snacks for you. He has made it a habit to buy something for you every time he goes grocery shopping. But that's only natural, considering how often Jungkook and you spend time at each other's places...well, used to spent.

He adds a few snacks to the basket that he knows you like, and doesn't forget to grab a packet of the cookies you're obsessed with.

A couple minutes later, Jungkook loads the small paper bag with his purchase into his trunk.

As he closes the trunk, Jungkook looks into the distance of the street. The streetlights illuminate the otherwise busy street. Jungkook can spot your coffee shop from where he stands. He's a bit perplexed when he sees that the lights in the shop are still on. They are probably still closing.

Should he quickly stop by? He doesn't know if you're there, but if you are, he might try to talk to you.

And as promptly as the thought came, Jungkook crosses the street and heads for the coffee shop.

Jungkook tries to catch a glimpse inside through the windows, but he sees no one. Then why are the lights on? There must be someone inside.

Jungkook pushes the door open. He feels a little weird entering the shop at closing hours when no one seems to be around.

He opens his mouth to utter a little "hello?" but then he hears something in the background. A faint giggle that reminds him of your sweet voice. Jungkook could recognise your laugh anywhere.

A sheen of nervousness creeps up his back. You're here and that means he can try and talk to you, apologise to you.

Jungkook strides toward the back room of the coffee shop from which he heard the noise.

While Jungkook is thinking about how he could start the conversation, he only notices the obscene noises when he is almost around the counter.

As if struck by lightning, he stops and listens attentively to the sounds.

Not just any sounds - you're making out with someone. Jungkook doesn't need to see who the other person is. He knows it's fucking Jimin.

The blood boils in Jungkook, but he tries to control it. There's no reason to be mad.

"Y/n?" Jungkook calls and suddenly everything goes quiet.

There's a rustling in the background and Jungkook is waiting with his arms folded in front of his chest.

Jimin emerges from the back room. Alone. Even if Jungkook didn't hear the noises, Jimin's appearance says enough. His lips are puffy and hair is messy. Jungkook doesn't want to know how long the two of you spent in that room.

"I wanna talk to y/n," Jungkook says when Jimin comes out from behind the counter.

"Our shop closed an hour ago, Jungkook."

"Dude, I don't want to order a coffee. I wanna talk to y/n."

Jimin leans against the counter with his side. "She doesn't wanna talk to you."

Jungkook comes a step forward. "What are you?" he mocks. "Her little guardian or something?"

Jimin rolls his eyes. "No, but it'd be easier for all of us if you didn't always do the opposite of what she wants."

"Stop talking as if you know everything."

"Oh, but I do know everything." Jimin raises both his brows to make a point.

Jungkook cocks his head to the side, a scornful laugh escaping his mouth. "So you're boyfriend girlfriend now?"

"It's none of your businesses," Jimin replies.

"Just like y/n's and my business is none of your concern."

"It is kinda if she shows up at work sad every day because her supposed best friend lied to her for weeks."

Jungkook pokes his cheek with his tongue. He didn't need Jimin to tell him how wrong Jungkook was about what he had done.

"Jimin, you should know when to stop," Jungkook grumbles a warning. He feels like he could explode any minute.

"I'm just saying," Jimin shrugs. "I feel like you haven't truly grasped how often y/n adjusted her boundaries to accommodate your disrespect, and top of that, you can't even be honest with her."

"Y'know." Jimin goes through his hair with his hand. "If you hadn't fucked everything up, you could've been the one to make her cum just minutes ago."

And that's when Jungkook loses it.

That's when Jungkook's patience boils over and he's flooded with anger and adrenaline and needs to let it out.

One determined step forward and Jungkook gives Jimin a resounding punch across the face.

Jimin stumbles backwards. His back hits the counter, arms outstretched on either side, and sweeps away rows of glasses.

"Fuck off, Jimin," Jungkook spits.

The first thing you see is Jimin leaning against the counter. Blood is pouring from his nose. The floor is littered with broken glass.

You gape at the scene in front of you. What are they doing?

When you settle your gaze at Jungkook you meet his eyes. You see the rage in them but you can't explain what made him so angry.

In the fleeting moment that Jungkook turns his attention on you, he doesn't notice Jimin pushing himself off the counter.

And before Jungkook can do anything, Jimin manages to land a punch on his face.

"Jimin," you yell full of fright. But they're both unbothered by you and go at each other again.

You're too stunned to react. You thought they would stop after Jimin's punch. But no, they're men. They always have to prove how much stronger they are. Idiots.

You quickly get closer to them. You watch as Jimin tries to overpower Jungkook, but it doesn't work - Jungkook’s been doing this professionally for years (minus the stupid fights he caused in high school back then)

"Jimin." Worry lies within your exclamation. He needs to stop. Because if he doesn't, Jungkook won't stop either. There's nothing that could stop Jungkook.

You yank on Jimin's shoulder. "Stop it."

But Jimin doesn't listen. He gets another hit from Jungkook and loses his balance. Jimin falls against you. You stumble backwards and have to hold onto the counter to avoid toppling over.

Jungkook and Jimin immediately stop. Jungkook eyes widen. You can see the exact moment when realisation flashes in his eyes.

Instantly, Jungkook is in front of you hands gripping your arms. Up close you can see the blood on his lips. You hate seeing him like this.

"Are you okay?" Jungkook searches your eyes for the confirmation that you aren't hurt. His brows are knitted in concern. He completely forgets about his surroundings and focuses solely on you.

"Am I okay?" You shake yourself out of his grip. "Are you okay? 'Cause you're clearly not thinking straight. What has gotten into you, Jungkook?!"

"I-" Jungkook stares at you blankly.

His lip is split open. Jungkook isn't bleeding as much as Jimin does from the nose and although you want to scream at Jungkook with every fibre of your being for starting this unnecessary fight, you should take care of their wounds.

"Just." You close your eyes for a moment, taking a deep sigh. "You both sit down. I'll get the first aid kit."

"You acted like five year olds."

Jungkook mutters something under his breath.

"Tell your friend he has some serious anger issues he should work on," Jimin taunts.

"You literally provoked me to get that reaction out of me."

Jimin hisses as you disinfect his eyebrow wound. "Why would I want you to punch me in the fucking face?"

"You kept running your mouth what did you expect?" Jungkook clicks on his tongue.

"Jungkook you can't just start a fight because someone upsets you." You stick a band-aid on Jimin's eyebrow.

They are both sitting on chairs while you help them with their wounds, and they still can't stop nagging at each other even after they have almost torn each other's heads off.

"Why are you even here?" you ask Jungkook when you start taking care of his wound on the lip. It's a little one.

"Wanted to talk."

"This is what you call talking?" You rub the cotton pad over the little spot on his lip. Jungkook’s doe eyes look up at you. You keep your eyes trained on his mouth, though it doesn't make it any easier to keep your heart from beating so fast. You've always liked his soft lips, especially after he had the brilliant idea to get himself a lip piercing.

"Y/n," Jungkook says. His voice is utterly velvety as your name falls from his mouth. It sparks the side of your that has fallen helplessly for Jungkook, and you make the mistake of looking into his doe eyes. "Please? Let's talk?"

You know you should talk to him. Your heart yearns to talk with him. But your mind keeps telling you to keep your distance from Jungkook. And you continue to listen to what your mind is telling you because you've learned the hard way that what your heart wants will always end with pain. And you're tired of getting hurt because you're too blinded by love.

"I dunno," you answer genuinely. "Not now. I'm...I'm not ready. Maybe soon?"

He gently embraces the hand you're using to clean his wound. "I don't want to lose you."

You don't know why, but you feel tears welling up in your eyes.

You want to tell him he's not going to lose you, but you're not sure yourself how this is going to end.

So you decide not to say anything. You look down at his mouth again and concentrate on his wound.

But then Jungkook suddenly stands up from the chair. You take a step back.

"Jungkook, at least let me-" you point at the wound, but he shakes his heads.

"It's nothing."

He looks over at Jimin for a second before trailing his eyes back at you. They have lost their usual shine and are instead covered by a cold, dull sheen.

Seeing the hurt in his round eyes stings more than you would have thought.

Wordlessly, he leaves the coffee shop and takes all the unspoken words with him.

#jungkook #jungkook fanfic #dilf jungkook #jungkook scenario #bts imagine #bts fanfic #jungkook angst #jungkook x reader #bts x reader

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turbofanatic · 8 months

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They've finally found something BotW/TotK Link won't eat.

I like Twilight's angy ears so I keep drawing him mad. He's not usually this angry! He's just dealing with a lot of disappointment right now, especially from the guy he thought was his cool mentor who happens to be a weird dork, what is up with that?

I think I might redesign the Hero of Time's armor because I hate drawing it. Or have him wear something else. Might also make character references once I nail some more stuff down, mostly not making Botw/TotK and OoT/MM Link absurdly overpowered (one has a drone army, the other a divine mask, I gotta do something).

Anyways, kind of messed up that out of the three of them, the werewolf probably eats the least gross stuff (still drinks chus IIRC though, he's not immune to the forbidden jelly).

I'll figure out a name for this nonsense and tag it all later.

#linkverse #hero of the wild #hero of twilight #hero of time #the legend of zelda #bodyhorror #tloz #myart #bad moon

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enbysanavi · 5 months

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Resident Lovers: Daniela

Daniela needs a hand when she finds herself in a tough situation at a party.

TW: drug use/roofies

Daniela prided herself on holding her drinks. She kept up with the likes of Angie while partying so naturally she would know her limits but for some reason her mind felt fuzzy as if it was stuffed with cotton.

It was weird because she had only had a few beers and yet she was already tipsy. She walked away from the kitchen with a sway in her step. She clung to the wall and pushed past other drunken college students to try and find Angie. As long as Daniela could find Angie then she would be alright. If not-

No, she wouldn’t think of the negatives. If she couldn’t find Angie then… she would just call her roomie. Yeah! Maybe that would be better. She needed fresh air first.

Daniela stumbled over someone who was on the floor before shoving the front door open and collapsing onto the sidewalk. Her head pained her as she fished out her phone, unlocking it with a shaky hand and finding her roomie’s contact.

The phone rang once before she heard their voice. “Dani, what’s wrong?” Their voice was heavy and she realised that she probably woke them up.

“Hey, I need you to come get me… please.” Her voice betrayed the want to try and keep her cool. “I think I got hit with a roofie.”

Daniela heard the sound of something shuffling around through the phone. “Im coming for you. Stay awake and lay down.” The commanding tone in their voice was a new one that’s she hadn’t heard before. It scared her.

The line went dead and Daniela let her phone fall onto her chest as she laid on the cold grass. The noises around her seemed to fade as her vision got more and more cloudy before it suddenly went dark.

Fear ran through her body when she felt hands upon her but she had no strength to fight back. Her limbs felt like jelly as she was picked up but the fear slowly subsided when she heard a soft voice speak to her.

“Dani… eyes open.” The voice repeated slowly.

An eternity passed before Daniela cracked open her eyes to look up and sigh with relief when she saw the familiar black hair and dark skin of her roommate. “Hey…roomie.”

They looked down at Daniela with concern in their eyes. “Finally.”

Daniela finally got more conscious to notices that her roomie was carrying her in their arms with her head resting against their chest. If Daniela wasn’t drugged then she would probably notice the lack of space between the two and how much she loved the feeling of being in their arms.

As she focused more on their face she noticed a red smudge across their cheek. “Is that blood?” She asked quietly.

Her roomie averted their eyes and looked forward as they walked. “Maybe.” They huffed before opening the door to the dorms with their shoulder. “It was just a little fight.” They said sheepishly.

Daniela looked up at her roomie with a frown. “What did you do?” She asked with an edge to her voice.

They pursed their lips into a thin line as they carried her up to their dorm room and opened the door. They flicked onto the lights, causing Daniela to flinch and close her eyes. “It’s too bright…” she groaned as she heard another door open before she felt the comfort of a mattress underneath her.

“Sorry.” They said quietly before closing the door. “The lights are off and you’re in your room.”

Daniela slowly opened up her eyes to see that, yes, she was in fact in her room. She turned her head to look at her roomie’s concerned face. “How are you feeling?” They asked softly.

“Not as bad as I thought I would.” She huffed with a small smile on her face. “I do have a headache.”

Her roomie sighed and rested their head on the bed. Daniela had the want to reach out and offer comfort, after all her roomie saved her from whoever drugged her. Now that she was able to see straight she noticed the bruised knuckles and smear of blood on their cheek.

She reached over with her strength slowly growing back and gently ran her hands through their hair. “Who did you fight?”

They turned their head and looked at Daniela. “The Cassandra fan club.” Daniela couldn’t help but laugh. Her roomie perked up and looked at her with confusion. “I could get into a lot of trouble!”

Their panicked expression just caused Daniela to laugh more. When she finally calmed down she smiled. “You saved me after I got drugged and you punched the Cassandra fan club.” She grinned and ruffled their hair. “Bro, that’s the best thing someone has done for me.”

“I just hope the fan club doesn’t try to sabotage the next play like they did last time.” They said nervously and dragged their hands down their face with a groan.

Daniela snickered before scooting to the wall more and patting the bed. “Come on.” She grinned as her roomie looked at her with suspicion before they slowly climbed into the bed.

Daniela quickly wrapped her arms around her roomie and pulled them up and onto her chest before squeezing them tightly. They let out a strangles gasp before chuckling slightly and patting her shoulder. “I cannot thank you enough.”

“It’s fine really.” They said with a strained voice.

But Daniela wasn’t taking their words lightly. She squeezed them again before loosening her arms and just holding them on her chest. “I’ll treat you to lunch next time we go out.”

#nonbinary #resident lover #fanfic #fanfiction #daniela dimitrescu

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sassy-ahsoka-tano · 2 years

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Uncle Eldis

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: Yes! - anon

Prompt: When your friends ask you and Elvis to watch the kids during their date night, you’re not sure Elvis will be on board. But, things turn out much differently than you expected. [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: k i d s lmao just kidding none!

Rating: Pg (SO. SOFT.) || Word Count: 1943

A/N: I straight thought this was gonna be so short but it became ADORABLE SO QUICK. domestic themes usually aren't my thing...but i FW this so hard. elvis just needs to be domestic i don't make the rules ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Read part two here!

🦋 mila

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If you're being honest with yourself, you know that Elvis has never been the best with kids. You love him very much, but he isn't necessarily domestically inclined. Especially not recently with all the shows he's been playing. He isn't the type to settle down with a family and children. The mere fact that he had married you is shocking to a large portion of the world — and devastating to his fans.

You, on the other hand, have always been great with kids. You don't know exactly what it is about you that draws them in, but they just gravitate toward you. You’ve never had a problem talking to a toddler about anything.

When your friends asked you and Elvis to watch their kids while they went out for date night, you knew it would be an interesting conversation. At first, Elvis had protested profusely.

“I don’t want no goddamn kids runnin around my house! Knockin things over, destroyin things! No,” he’d shouted.

It had taken some convincing and a lot of badgering. But eventually, after you'd reminded him that he used to let his younger cousin Billy run wild through the house all the time just a few years ago, he agreed to go along with it.

“It’ll only be for a few hours, babe,” you’d said, and he’d waved his hand dismissively as he sat down at the piano to write a song.

The hour had finally come and the doorbell rings while you're reading on the couch. Elvis is watching television next to you. You snap your book closed and jump to attention, going to answer the door. When you swing it open to see the faces of your friends and their two little toddlers, you smile.

“Well hi there!” you say enthusiastically and wave at the kids.

“Thank you so much for doing this,” your friend, Angie, says.

“You have no idea how much this helps us out,” agrees her husband, John, with a chuckle.

“Of course. It’s not a problem. Is it honey?” you ask as Elvis comes to stand next to you. He smiles, tight-lipped, and shakes John’s hand firmly.

“Well we’d better get going or we’ll be late!” Angie says, and you can see the enthusiasm on her face. Her energy os practically tangible. You know it has been years since she and John had a moment alone together.

“Have fun! Don’t worry about a thing. We’ll take good care of them,” you shout as they leave. Closing the door, you turn to the kids. There is a girl, named Jessie, and a boy, Pete. You kneel down to get on their level and smile.

“Are you guys hungry? How about a special treat for dinner?”

They both nod vigorously, and you grab their hands, taking them into the kitchen. Elvis trots along nervously, hanging in the background. You help both kids up onto the barstools at the kitchen counter and lean over it to get their ideas for dinner.

“Alright, kids, what’s your favorite foods? You like mac’n’cheese? Or we could do peanut butter and jelly sandwiches?”

“I don’t like jelly!” shouts Jessie, folding her arms over her chest. “I like pizza.”

“I don’t want it!” shout Pete, slamming his little fists onto the table. “Pizza!”

You smile up at Elvis and turn to open the freezer.

“Sorry, guys, I don’t think we have pizza…” you say, peering around the boxes stuffed high in the tiny square. “What about…umm…”

“You could make 'em my sandwich,” you turn when you hear Elvis speak up. He's in the very back of the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. You smile.

“What’s a yoursam-san-sa…” Pete tries to ask, not sure what exactly he's trying to say.

“Your Uncle Elvis has a special sandwich. It’s a peanut butter sandwich with bananas and bacon on it,” you explain, leaning close to them. "Also known as heartburn on bread."

You mutter the last part under your breath, glancing up at your husband. Both of the kids' faces light up and they clap their hands.

“Eldis sammich!” cries Pete and Jessie giggles, holding her fingers up to her mouth.

You smile and beck Elvis over.

“Alright, well Uncle Eldis,” you say, trying not to laugh, “is gonna have to help me make it the right way.”

He sighs but trods over to you anyway, starting to grab things out of the fridge. You trade off tasks; you cook the bacon and slice bananas while Elvis toasts bread and slathers peanut butter on it.

“Hey, kids, do y’all wanna hear a song?” you ask, nudging Elvis with your hip. He shakes his head, but the hint of a smile rests on his face.

“Moo-sic moo-sic!” Pete shrieks with joy.

“I like songs! Song, song!” Jessie joins, clapping her fat, stubby little fingers together.

“You heard them, Uncle Eldis,” you say, chuckling. “This is the show of your life. Toughest audience you’ll ever perform in front of.”

He shakes his head, but you can see the toothy grin on his face just by glancing at him. He starts to sing, his voice ringing out deep and clear in the kitchen. He goes with Hound Dog, and the kids love it. They shriek and clap through the entire song. By the time he sings the last note, he's holding a spatula like a microphone and fully facing the kids to give them a real performance. You giggle and slide the two plates in front of the children.

While they eat, you and Elvis get your own dinners and play a game of I Spy with the kids. After dinner, you neglect to clean up, too excited to play the games from your childhood. You leave the dishes dirty in the sink and decide to play freeze tag in the backyard before the sun goes down.

At first, Elvis is really not into it. He jogs half-heartedly around the backyard until you're up to be the tagger. You get Jessie first and then Pete. You make eye contact with Elvis from across the yard, and you can see the fear in his eyes. You chase him around, laughing and trying not to hurt yourself or the kids as you zip around in figure-eights and circles. He starts to sprint, actually playing the game now. But he, too, is laughing and you eventually catch up to him, tackling him to the ground in a fit of breathless chuckles. The next thing you know, both kids have piled on and you're all rolling around on the ground together.

You need a rest after that and decide to play hide and seek inside. You let Jessie be the seeker while Pete, Elvis, and you all hide. At first, you and Elvis go for the same hiding spot, but you just beat him there.

“Sorry, finder’s keepers!” you say in an arrogant tone, sticking your tongue out playfully. You pull the curtains to the closet in front of your face.

“I’ll getcha back for that, sugar,” he says, sprinting away to find somewhere else to hide.

You wait for what feels like forever before finally coming out of your spot. You quietly sneak down the stairs to find Pete and Jessie both holding each of Elvis’ hands, dragging him around the house to search for you. You laugh out loud and shrug.

“Does this mean I win?”

Elvis’ head whrils toward you, and he looks relieved to see you. You come down the stairs and fake a yawn.

“Oh my,” you say, winking at Elvis, “I’m just so tired. Are you kids feeling tired?”

Jessie shakes her head with a big grin, but Pete copies your yawn.

“How about we watch a film on the television?” you ask, and both kids nod happily.

You flick on the tv and find one of Elvis’ old movies playing. You sit first and just as Elvis is about to sit down, Jessie slides in next to you and cuddles up to your arm. You glance up at Elvis and shrug. He scoots over and sits next to Pete, who curls up underneath his armpit. You all start watching the film together.

Jessie makes it slightly longer than Pete, but both kids are asleep by about an hour into the movie. You glance over quickly to see Pete, fast asleep, nestled next to Elvis. Elvis’ arm is stretched out on the couch, just gently brushing your shoulder with his fingertips. Your eyes blink back to the tv, but you can feel him looking at you.

Elvis can’t believe how beautiful you look. His eyes flick down to the small little girl, fast asleep on your arm, and images of you as a loving parent flipped through his brain. Everything in that moment is so domestic. So in contrast to everything he thought his life could be up to that point. Suddenly, it all seems possible. Having a family, having children, being a real family. A healthy family. It might possible, after all.

He reaches up, careful not to disturb the kids, and gently touches your arm. You lazily glance back at him and smile warmly. He returns your expression and leans forward to slide his palm onto your face. You lean into it, closing your eyes and sighing contentedly. He strokes your cheek for a moment before the doorbell jump you both back into reality.

You wake the kids up as Elvis goes to open the door.

“How was it?” Angie asks as the kids both run to their mother, laughing. She glances up at you with a pained expression. “Were they alright?”

“They were angels. Truly,” you reply, coming to stand next to Elvis. You wind your arm around his waist, and his threads through your elbow to do the same.

“Again, we can’t thank you enough for doing this. Thank you so much. Alright, kids, say goodbye to Uncle Elvis and Aunt Y/N.”

The kids run to hug you, but only for a moment. When they hug Elvis, on the other hand, they refuse to let go. Angie laughs and pries them off. Elvis looks extremely uncomfortable and laughs nervously. You giggle.

“I’m sorry. I guess you really made an impression on them,” John says through laughs.

Elvis just nods.

“Thank you again!” Angie says, as they usher the kids out of the house.

“Not a problem. Drive safe.” Elvis responds, closing the door as they left. When he turns, you throw your arms around his shoulders and give him a knowing look.

“See, that wasn’t so bad after all, was it, Uncle Eldis?” you ask with a giggle.

“Hear that?” he says and points up. You look up and then shoot him a confused face. “Silence. Heavenly silence.”

You laugh, playfully slapping his chest. You gaze warmly at him for a few moments before he speaks again.

“No, it wasn’t that bad. It was actually…sorta nice,” he responds, and your eyebrows shot up.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he replies softly, a reminiscent smile settling gently. “Seeing how good you were with ‘em. How lovin you are. You looked jus like a lil mama. I forgot, actually, for a second, that those weren’t our babies. It sorta made me think about…what life could be like if we had our own lil spoiled brats runnin around the place.”

“Oh, Elvis Presley, are you saying you want my babies?”

He smirks, looking up and down your figure. He bites his lip.

“Oh yeah, I want your babies.”

“Well, what are you waiting for, daddy?”

He pounces, and you scream with laughter as he chases you up the stairs to the bedroom.

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About me:

• My name is Angel, or Altyn (both are names I chose, not real names btw), but you can call me Jelly, Angy, or any other cute names;

• I'm 21, born on 3rd of June, 2002;

• I go by any pronouns, am afab;

• INFP, gemini sun, pisces moon, libra rising

• Was born in Uzbekistan 🇺🇿, moved to Korea at 14;

• Very gay; (also I'm pretty sure I'm asexual)

‐》About the blog:

• I write ig, also I reblog fics I like

• I also like making friends so everyone is welcome here :)

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Other than that, please feel free to interact with me! Dm or asks are both okay! (Open to joke/flirt/answer questions!)

#about my blog #about me #swf2 #bada lee #chocol #haechi wang #criminal minds #emily prentiss #spencer reid #critical role #wlw #queer #asexual #nonbinary #six of crows #king of scars #grishaverse

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acarrcreations · 6 months

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Meet the herbivores!

Large Lad the Bars: Will step on you, won't do it on purpose

Jelly bean the Duck: Swears it's a good fighter. Don't ask about it's success rate

Potat the Ano: Short, round and angy. Will break your kneecaps

Kirby the Struthi: Will run circles around you. Has had a taste for blood

Unicorn the Styraco: Too friendly for it's own good

Ankle Biter the Campto: Will scream and bite at anyone and everyone. Will never leave you alone and you can't do anything about it

#raptordiaries #acarrcreations #path of titans #dinosaurs #dinosaur art

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thelastspeecher · 8 months

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@elishevart and I were discussing my Accidental Abduction AU and came up with the idea of Stan getting a transplant of an alien organ in that AU. I made a couple references to some ideas I had for the scenario that I was going to keep close to my chest to be used in a write of some sort. Well, here is that write!

(Timeline-wise, this ficlet takes place after this one.)

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Ford stared at the breakfast his alien sister-in-law, Angie, had laid out for him. It consisted of three slices of what appeared to be a small loaf of dark red bread with blue spots, a jar of a bright teal jelly, and a glass of milk. Deciding to start with the most familiar item, Ford took a long drink of the glass of milk. Immediately, he gagged. It wasn’t milk. It had the consistency of a high-pulp orange juice and the flavor of salted butterscotch.

“Oh, dear,” Angie said. She was helping her twin daughters, Danny and Daisy, get ready for school in the adjacent living room, and had heard Ford’s negative reaction. “Do you not like it?”

“No, it’s not that,” Ford said quickly, trying to avoid offending her. He took a tentative sip of the drink. Now that he knew what to expect, it was actually quite pleasant. “It just looked like something on Earth that is quite different in both taste and texture. I was merely shocked by the inconsistency.”

“Oh, okay. Good. Let me know if you dislike any of your food.”

“I will.”

I will not.

“What is it, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Juice.”

“From what sort of plant?” Ford asked.

“I could tell you, but you wouldn’t be able to pronounce it,” Angie said idly.

“Ah. I see.” Ford tentatively picked up a slice of bread, spread it with the teal jelly, and took a bite. To his surprise and relief, it tasted like a toasted cinnamon raisin bagel with a generic berry spread. Stan wandered into the kitchen, shirtless.

“Daddy, put clothes on!” Danny said fiercely. Stan raised an eyebrow at his daughter.

“Or what?”

“They won’t let you go to work!”

“Nah, I’ll just tell ‘em it’s a human holiday or something,” Stan said dismissively. Danny and Daisy giggled. Stan looked over at Ford. “Do you want some coffee, Poindexter?”

“Is it actual coffee or just this planet’s equivalent?” Ford asked warily.

“Actual coffee.”

“…How?”

“Turns out, it’s not just humans that like coffee. Aliens do, too.” Stan grabbed a bag from a cupboard, poured the contents into an object that looked like a kettle, and pressed a button on the kettle. “The crashed ship you were exploring that got you sent here? It was probably part of a mission a while back to collect valuable resources from uncontacted planets, like coffee from Earth.”

“I’ll take a cup, then.”

“Good, because I already set it up to make two servings, and Angie doesn’t drink it.” Stan paused. “Uh, a quick warning, though. They got coffee plants to grow here, but they aren’t exactly like on Earth. The coffee here tastes a bit different.”

“Different how?” Ford asked. Stan turned to face him.

“Well, it’s kinda-”

“Where did that scar come from?” Ford blurted out, staring at Stan’s abdomen. Stan looked down, as though wondering what scar Ford was referring to. He looked back up.

“Oh, that thing?” Stan chuckled. “It’s a funny story, actually.”

Judging by the appearance, I highly doubt that. The jagged scar was clearly old and healed, but large, stretching across the right side of Stan’s upper abdomen.

“It most certainly is not!” Angie snapped, confirming Ford’s suspicions. She looked at her daughters. “Girls, go get your shoes on.” Danny and Daisy obediently ran off to get their shoes from their room. Angie walked into the kitchen and leaned against the wall, scowling. “Stan, we were terrified for you! You can’t just act like what happened was a joke!”

“I was being a stupid kid when it happened. In my book, that makes it funny.”

“Ugh.” Angie rolled her eyes.

“What happened, exactly?” Ford asked warily.

“A year or two after I moved in for good, I was goofing off on this motorcycle thing a friend was souping up,” Stan said. “Since I was a stupid kid, I crashed it. Passed out right away. Next thing I knew, I woke up in the hospital, with Angie’s family there, completely freaking out.”

“Can you blame us?” Angie asked. “Your spleen ruptured!” Ford’s eyes widened.

“Stanley, that’s a serious injury,” he said.

“That’s what I’m saying!” Angie said, the New Jersey accent she had picked up from Stan coming out particularly strong. Stan rolled his eyes, making Angie huff.

“You don’t have a spleen anymore?” Ford asked.

“Nope, still got one.”

“But if your spleen ruptured…”

“They grew me a new one,” Stan said with a shrug. Ford’s jaw dropped. “Angie, do you wanna explain it? You’ve got the science background.”

“Hmph. Fine.” Angie looked at Ford. “The medical field on this planet has advanced enough that we are able to grow new organs for people who may need them.” Her voice had become stilted and robotic, indicating that what she was saying was being translated from her native tongue by the translator brooch pinned to Ford’s shirt. “We use their genetic information to grow that organ in a medical facility. Without any defects that may have resulted in their need for a new organ, of course.” Angie looked at Stan. “With Stan, though, the doctors were a bit nervous, as the technology has not been tested on humans. We found Stan a doctor who had training in human physiology, but even he was uncertain of how to proceed. Ultimately, they decided to grow Stan a new spleen, with half of the genetic material coming from Stan and the other half coming from a suitable donor. This would allow for the technology to work but also keep Stan’s body from rejecting the organ.”

“By suitable donor, you mean…”

“A member of my species,” Angie said. “And it worked?” Ford asked. Angie nodded. “But…how?”

“Our species are close enough to produce offspring capable of having their own offspring,” Angie said. “I think it makes sense that a donor could be found for Stan.”

“Fair enough,” Ford mumbled. Danny and Daisy returned. Angie walked over to Stan and kissed the top of his head. Some part of Ford wished that he had been there when Stan first came to the planet.

He’s always been so sensitive about the fact he’s shorter than average. I’d imagine he’d have quite the reaction to effectively being a dwarf in this society.

“I’ll drop the girls off with my parents on my way to work. Please make sure you pack lunch for yourself and Stanford.”

“Why am I getting a packed lunch?” Ford asked. Stan frowned at him.

“You’re coming with me to work, genius. Did you think I was gonna leave you here all day? Alone in my house? With weird alien stuff that you don’t understand but definitely want to mess around with?” Ford winced.

When he phrases it like that…

“Don’t worry, Ang, I’ll take care of him,” Stan said to his wife. He kissed her on the cheek. “Have a good day at work.”

“You too, starlight,” Angie crooned. She walked away. Stan watched her leave, a goofy grin on his face.

“Bye, kids!” he called.

“Bye, Daddy!” Danny and Daisy shouted as Angie ushered them out the door. The door had just closed behind Angie and the children when the kettle made a piercing whistle. Stan grabbed two mugs from the same cupboard the coffee beans had been stored in and poured a hefty serving of liquid from the kettle into each mug. He handed Ford a mug. Ford stared at the drink, which was an off-white color.

“I thought you said it was coffee,” Ford said.

“It is. I also said that the plants grow different on this planet.” Stan took a sip from his own mug. “Guess it’s just what happens when you stay somewhere long enough. The place you’re in changes you.”

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Ford managed to last a few hours before his curiosity and fascination could no longer be contained.

“Stanley?” he said. Stan tore his gaze away from the report he was going over. Stan’s office at the Intergalactic and Interplanetary Communications Council was humble, consisting of a desk, a few chairs, and two bookcases. His office had a window that looked out over the alien city, a view that Ford couldn’t help but admire. Stan kept only two things on his desk: his keyboard, which was paired to a hologram screen, and a framed picture of Stan, his wife, and his children at a younger age.

“What?” Stan asked. He sighed. “Look, I get that you’re probably bored, but that’s the only Earth book we’ve got, and I don’t have anything translated for you to read.”

“I understand,” Ford said. He set aside the book he had been given, an autobiography by someone apparently famous for fishing. “But that isn’t what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“If you want me to apologize for the science fair thing, I’m not gonna,” Stan said shortly, turning back to the hologram screen he had been reading from.

…Oh. Right. We have some unresolved issues.

“That isn’t what I wanted to talk about,” Ford said quickly. Some of the tension in Stan’s shoulders eased. “I- I wanted to discuss the, ah, spleen situation.” Stan glanced at him. “I have some more questions about it.” Stan paused, visibly thinking. After a moment, he shrugged.

“I need a break anyways,” he said. He pressed a button on his keyboard, turning off the hologram screen. He leaned back in his chair. “What did you wanna ask me?”

“You said that you woke up in the hospital after the accident,” Ford said. Stan nodded. “Was that before or after you were given the new spleen?”

“Before. The Roswells wanted to make sure I gave permission to get a new spleen, so while I was knocked out, the doctors got rid of my ruined spleen and stitched me up enough to stop me from bleeding out. When I woke up, they explained what the doctors wanted to do. I agreed to it, ‘cause why wouldn’t I? From what they said, living without my spleen would stink.”

An understatement. Though maybe not on this planet, with more advanced medicine.

“I spent a few days in the hospital while the docs whipped up my new spleen. After they gave me the transplant, I spent another week there to recover and be ‘under observation’ or whatever.” Stan etched air quotes around the words “under observation”. “I had a buncha follow-ups for a while to keep an eye on me, but everything worked out.”

“Luckily for you.”

“Yeah.” Stan smirked. “I’m starting to think Lady Luck’s got a crush on me. Or she hates me so much she lets me pull through every time just to see what I’m gonna do next.”

“Who are the Roswells?” Ford asked.

“That’s Angie’s family. I had to come up with something to call ‘em.”

“Ah. An appropriate name.” Ford fell silent. Stan rolled his eyes.

“You’ve got something else to ask, I can tell. Spit it out.”

“The spleen is involved with blood production,” Ford said hesitantly. A grin slowly began to spread across Stan’s face. “Has a partially alien spleen had any impact on your blood?” Stan opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a pocketknife.

“Check this shit out,” he said gleefully. He pricked the tip of his thumb with the knife blade. Promptly, a large drop of blood appeared. Ford goggled. Instead of dark red, the blood was a deep, reddish purple. “Pretty cool party trick, ain’t it?”

“I- I wasn’t expecting such a visible change,” Ford managed.

“My blood is still mostly human. But the alien blood cells are bigger than the human ones, so it makes my blood a different color.”

“What color of blood do the aliens have?”

“Purple. My blood is more red than the aliens got, since, like I said, it’s mostly human.” Stan’s grin broadened even more. “The doc says I’m the only person with blood like this, probably in the entire universe.”

“That’s- that’s quite-” Ford stammered as Stan pulled a bandage out of his desk and wrapped it around his thumb. Ford frowned. “What about your children?”

“Danny and Daisy have Angie’s blood type. Their pediatrician says hybrids of their kind don’t have hybrid blood.” Stan waved a hand. “I dunno exactly how it works. You’d have to ask Angie. She understands that stuff better than me. All I care about is that my kids are healthy.”

“As a father myself, I concur.”

“Yeah, you said you’ve got kids,” Stan muttered. Ford nodded. “Are they nerds like you?”

“Well…”

“Don’t bother answering, actually. There’s no way you’d have a kid that isn’t a complete geek,” Stan said dismissively. Ford rolled his eyes. Stan glanced at the watch-like band he wore around his wrist. “I’ve got time for one more question before I gotta hop on a work call.” Stan scowled. “If I wasn’t babysitting you today, I’d be going in person. But I don’t wanna risk you causing some sort of interplanetary incident.”

Ignoring the passive aggression. Or, rather, outright aggression.

“Well?” Stan prompted. Ford took a deep breath.

“Yesterday, before we went to your home, you made a comment that implied you don’t really think of yourself as human anymore,” Ford said slowly. Stan raised an eyebrow at him. “And you- you aren’t, are you?” Stan took a while to answer.

“I’m not as human as I was before I left Earth, that’s for sure,” Stan said. He drummed his fingers on his desk thoughtfully. “I mean, the only way I could get a blood transfusion now is if the doctors here grow me some custom blood.” Stan glanced at Ford. “They can grow blood like they grow organs.”

“That sounds like another thing I’ll need to ask Angie about.”

“Oh, yeah. You’ll love hearing how that stuff works.” Stan chewed on his bottom lip. “There’s the whole spleen thing, that’s a pretty big reason I’m not completely human anymore. But even if all my parts were still human, I dunno if I could really consider myself that anymore.”

“What do you mean?” Ford asked. There was a loud chime from somewhere.

“Shit, the call’s about to start,” Stan muttered. He quickly pulled up his hologram screen and turned to face it.

“Stanley, what do you mean?” Ford pressed. Stan looked back at him.

“It’s like I said this morning. When you’ve lived somewhere long enough, it changes you. Now, shut your yap and let me do my job, okay?” Stan turned his attention back to the screen. Ford opened his book again, but couldn’t focus enough to read.

Instead, he looked out the window, staring at the bustling alien city below.

#this was super fun to write and I love this whole concept of Stan being not-quite-human #Accidental Abduction AU #Stanford Pines #Angie McGucket #Stanley Pines #Stangie Family #my writing #my stuff #speecher speaks

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maeribee · 1 year

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new splatoon oc :000 her name is Angie, n shes based off a white spotted jelly!

she has anxiety pls dont scare her :,)

#oc #splatoon #splatoon oc #original characters #splatoon 3 #shes so cute i love her #bees art #beesocs

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cchickki · 5 months

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"About the Blogger" Meme

Thanks for tagging me @currymanganese! ❤️ sorry i'm doing this super late ugh

Star Sign(s):

virgo sun, pisces moon, capricorn rising (i can list my entire chart if anyone is interested lol)

Favorite Holidays:

i'm not religious but i absolutely love christmas. my favorite time of year and favorite holiday. i get depressed whenever it's over and i have to take the decorations down.

Last Meal:

i think a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. i was craving it lol

Current Favorite Musician:

lana del rey and kendrick lamar! i listen to a lot of music and all different genres, but those are my go to. there's something about fantastic writing/wordplay and production across both of their genres that just inspires me and transports me to a different place when i listen.

if anyone is interested, my spotify profile is here: (x)

When the Tigers Broke Free by Pink Floyd

The Wall is one of my favorite albums!

Last Movie Watched:

Everything Everywhere All At Once

i'm so glad i finally got to watch this movie, it was incredible. although watching it with my boomer dad at parts was awkward (aka the butt plug part lmaoooo)

Last TV Show Watched:

oh man, still trying to finish Succession, my husband is dragging his feet with it even though we both are enjoying it. finished The Boys almost 2 months ago, need to start Gen V soon. i'm bad at finishing shows, unless they're mini series.

Last Book/Fic Finished:

i recently reread Concrete Rose by Angie Thomas, the prequel to The Hate U Give. i haven't finished any of my fics in awhile, except for the two mini requests from my friend @chrissymodi-frost.

Last Book/Fic Abandoned:

oh boy... i've got quite a few i'm struggling to get through... just look at my ao3 and you can see how bad my writer's block has gotten lately :(

Currently Reading:

rereading The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas <3

Last Thing Researched for Art/Writing/Hyperfixation:

i graduated in may 2023 with my art history degree, so i was deep into ancient egyptian history and art, and had to write a hefty 20 page paper on german painter Albrecht Dürer. my most recent hyperfixation was the uncharted games again, so while writing i was researching the Hoysala empire

Favorite Online Fandom Memory:

first joining tumblr and meeting so many friends on here. but i'll tell you back in 2013 when the citadel dlc for mass effect launched, that was an incredible build up and very fun few months.

Favorite Old Fandom You Wish Would Drag You Back In/Have A Resurgence:

not really an "old" fandom, but i was HEAVY into spiderverse over the summer, met some great mutuals through it. i still spiderverse, but don't feel as fixated with it at the moment. the fandom was kind of annoying with some people's think pieces, not gonna lie, and kind of turned a few of us off from it. i'm sure it'll have another "resurgence" when the next movie Beyond the Spiderverse comes out!

Favorite Thing You Enjoy That Never Had an Active or Big "Fandom" but You Wish It Did:

most recently the movie The Creator! movie was so visually stunning, with great/powerful themes, and one of my favorite tropes: found family (kinda) with a father/daughter dynamic. not enough people liked it/saw it which sucks, so the fandom is pretty much non existent for it. i want more art and fanfics from it! i'm going to be buying it soon, that way i can get inspirited and hopefully create more for it!

Tempting Project You're Trying to Reign In/Don't Have Time For:

i was working on creating a real-life version of nate's notebook from uncharted 4. it's taking a lot of time, and is quite an undertaking so i had to take a break from it. i do want to continue it though!

no pressure tags (sorry if you were already tagged!): @mothertodaughters, @chrissymodi-frost. @malabadspice, @not-those-kids, @durrtydawg, @lilylavender, @lilsnatch, @libertatias, @xinamiguel, @georgieluz, @distantsonata, @soft-girl-musings (and anyone else who wants to! sorry i'm trying to remember all my moots tumblr names)

#tag game #long post #about the blogger

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silver-wield · 18 days

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This is getting ridiculous. So we can't dislike a main character now or what? People wanting to voice their opinions on why they don't like Cloud that much because of some of the things he does or how he behaves sometimes and then they get harassed over it and made fun of? I'm sorry but what tf is this fandom on? Everyone has the right to dislike a character as long as they remain respectful of said character and the story. Also people saying things like "how can you be a fan of FF7 if you don't like Cloud!?" oh, I'm sorry I didn't know we always have to love every main character ever, I guess my past self was wrong for disliking Elena in The Vampire Diaries or Dawson in Dawson's Creek LMAO people need to grow up and understand we don't always have the same likes and dislikes, we are ALL different people.

Hyper stans are weirdos 🤷

I mean, I love Tifa and if someone's gonna make up shit about her character because they're jelly and pathetic over the plot and her role imma get pissed off, but if someone just doesn't like her idgaf because that's them. There's things I don't like about her and if someone brought up those actual negative traits she has I wouldn't get angy about it. They're part of who she is 🤷

Cloud's not, never has been and never will be my fave. He's far too messy of a character to deal with and his personality is kinda sucky. Aside from his fighting skills and the fact he's a simp for Tifa when he's not under alien mind control or dying and depressed I just can't with him on a long term basis. And tbh people who ignore all the huge negative traits about him and act like he's the hero of ages are just proving the point they can't handle a flawed hero as a hero.

I generally avoid people when they start pushing my buttons and being deluded idiots. I have a low threshold for bullshit so as much as I wanna shake some sense into those morons for refusing to accept basic canonical facts about a character, I just shrug and go find something better to do. And if they won't leave me alone, well, that what mute/block and leave conversation are for 🤷

#final fantasy 7 remake #ff7r #ffviir #final fantasy 7r #final fantasy viir

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macaronichewtoyz · 21 days

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I picture Angie’s jelly parts to be kinda like a mix between jello and oobleck. It’s slimey & jiggly and tastes like blueberry, if you touch it, it feels pretty solid, but it’s possible to sink inside of it if you’re too gentle or too slow. She does her best not to go around absorbing unsuspecting huggers

#clemposting #she’ll absorb you if you’re a freak and ask nicely tho

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sparklingchim · 2 years

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long way home 20 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 1.5k

genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers, angst

rating: pg 15

warnings: jimin's is very determined to make oc squirt one day💪🏼, jungoo being a sad dilf and questioning his life choices 😔, brief glimpse of jelly jaykay but more sad than angy

summary: the one where you realise that talking to jimin helps you to mend the broken pieces of your heart.

a/n: enjoy some jimin x oc time <3

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08|09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 |

masterlist | long way home masterlist

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"Y/n."

Jimin's gentle timbre engulfs your whole body in comfort.

"Hmm?"

You pull the duvet closer to your bare figure and snuggle up to Jimin.

"Have you ever squirted before?"

You halt mid-motion, sending his curious gaze a questioning look. "No?" you answer dubiously. The grin that sets across his face makes you knit your eyebrows. A short, confused laughter bubbles from your lips. "What are you on?"

"Just -" Jimin's tongue sweeps across his puffy bottom lip. He already has beautiful plump lips and you adore how they look like after you make out with him. "I'd really like to see you squirt. On my face."

Heat rushes into your cheeks. You sink your teeth into your lip to stop you from smiling at his vulgarity.

"What?" Though you can clearly hear the offended undertone that resonates the word, there's only a fond gleam in his eyes when you stare at them. "You don't think I'd be able to do it?"

"No, I'm just wondering how you're still getting indecent thoughts after what we just did. This," - You flick his forehead - "should be all empty."

Jimin grabs your wrist and presses a light kiss on it. "Oh, no no," he says. "That could never happen. The more you give me of yourself, the more my mind is filled with you."

You scrunch your nose. "Stop it."

Jimin laughs at your reaction, trailing a finger along your collar bone.

You both fall into a comfortable silence. When Jimin invited you over you didn't come here with the intention to hook up with him. But it was inevitable. You were watching a movie in his living room and you both couldn't keep your hands off each other. Jimin carried you into his bedroom, and from there, well...You didn't have sex, just...third base.

"I think I should go before it gets too late," you say.

"Or," - Jimin pushes himself up on his elbow, his intense gaze prickling your skin. - "you could stay." His offer hovers in the air like an unspoken question.

"Jimin."

"Yeah?" He pushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"We agreed not to do anything that might make this," - you point a finger at him and you - "look more than just friends."

"That rule is stupid," Jimin utters under his breath. "We are clearly doing things that make us look more than friends."

"Well, then..." You think for a second. "Fuck buddies? Does that sound better?" You grimace at the crude word and Jimin chuckles, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

"I guess it's better than just friends," he answers. "But we also agreed to just do whatever makes us happy, remember?"

You nod. "I know." You lie on your side, looking into his shiny brown orbs as you say, "Don't wanna lead you on."

You don't want this thing - whatever the weird relationship dynamic in your friendship is called - between Jimin and you to develop into something you're not ready for.

Especially because he's your work colleague. You don't want the working climate to get weird because of the two of you.

Jimin frowns when he notices the doubt in your eyes. "I'm not expecting anything from you, princess."

"Just...wanna make sure."

Jimin's voice is a tiny whisper when he asks, "What are you scared of?"

"I'm not ready for a relationship," you confess.

"And why's that?" he asks, careful not to go too far with his questions.

Because my heart belongs to someone who doesn't want me.

You sigh, gaze drifting over Jimin's barely lit bedroom. How are you gonna tell him without mentioning Jungkook?

"It's because of Jungkook, isn't it?"

Your head turns to him. Your eyes are wide at the mention of Jungkook.

"Oh, come on," Jimin chides you. "I'm not a fool, y/n. I've noticed the way you look at him."

You get shy. "I didn't know you knew."

"How could I not? You guys flirted in front of me every morning in the café."

"We didn't flirt," you correct him.

"If there's one things you and Jungkook are, it's definitely acting like you two are more than friends."

"That's not true," you deny, a pout forming on your lips as you think of how Jungkook and you used to be like. You didn't act like a couple. You were just close. Best friends. Nothing more.

"I mean, with the shit he's done, his love for you is kinda questionable, but I think he loves you. A lot."

You shake your hand. "He doesn't love me. Not like that." Not the way you want him to love you.

"Did you ever ask him?"

"Uh, no. Not really."

Jimin sighs dramatically. "You two are beyond hope."

"Don't wanna be with him now anyway," you mumble, nuzzling into the crook of Jimin's neck.

"You should talk to him though." He gently strokes your shoulder. "You can't avoid him forever."

"Just need a little distance from him now." Even though your heart aches every day because you can't see Nabi.

Jimin nods. You can't fathom how utterly warm-hearted he is. Here you are, lying in his bed with him and yet he listens to you talking about Jungkook and your feelings and problems and he's so patient with you. Just listens and gives advice. And it kills you because you don't deserve him. Jimin is selfless and only wants you to he happy and you love him for that. You love him for so many other things.

"Thank you for being so understanding, Jimin. I really don't deserve you." You plant a soft peck on his neck.

"As long as you're happy and comfortable with our arrangement, I am too."

"You're amazing." Placing your hand on his chest you draw little figures on his skin with the pad of your fingertip.

"Oh stop it, or I'll fall in love with you."

You spend the next hour joking and giggling and kissing and cuddling with Jimin.

You end up taking a cute selfie with you lying on his chest, the duvet covering your naked bodies and Jimin's arm around you. And because you love the photo so much you upload it to your Instagram story.

"Y/n?" Jimin whispers into you hair.

"Yes?" you answer absent-mindedly, scrolling through Instagram.

"Do you think you'd allow me to take a picture of your boobs? Y'know, since I'm all amazing and all."

"God, you seriously need to get these horny thoughts out of your head."

Jungkook's receives the notification when he's standing in the kitchen.

He had been watching Sora feeding Nabi while he's cleaning the kitchen. Observing attentively as Nabi tries mushroom rice porridge for the first time. The apples of her cheeks high on her face as a smile tugs her little mouth upwards must be proof enough that she likes the taste.

Jungkook clicks on the notification on his phone.

You had added something to your Instagram story. Jungkook doesn't remember when he turned on your notification, but it's been years. He loves seeing your little updates on social media.

His fingers are quick to press on it immediately. You hadn't posted something in a week and Jungkook is desperate to see what you're up to.

Oh wow.

Jungkook blinks several times, not trusting his eyes. Are you ... naked?

He closes the app, still in disbelieve. But then he opens it again and stares at his phone.

Jungkook scoffs.

He feels Sora's eyes on him. "What's wrong?" she asks.

"Nothing," he says, shoving his phone into the pocket of his sweatpants.

Of course you're with Jimin.

He doesn't know why he's so surprised.

Doesn't know why his hands want to punch something and his heart aching for something he never had.

"Jungkook." Sora stands in front of him, Nabi in her arms.

Right. She wanted to take a shower after feeding Nabi. Jungkook hugs Nabi to his chest, her eyes falling shut every few seconds telling him that she's close to doze off.

His anger is momentary forgotten as he takes Nabi to her nursery. He cradles her in his arms, humming a soft melody to sing Nabi into dreamland.

When Jungkook's sure Nabi has fallen asleep he bends down to gently put her in the crib. But then he sees one of your t-shirts lying there and he has to think about the selfie again.

It's okay he tells himself.

You should be happy. And you looked really happy. Incredibly happy. It stings the most, but it's also what matters the most.

Jungkook pulls your t-shirt over Nabi's tiny body. Drops a kiss to her temple and leaves the room.

He runs his hands over his face when he stands in the dark hallway. The muffled noises of the shower make him crave for a long, hot shower.

Getting you to distance yourself from him because of his lies ultimately meant driving you into the arms of another man.

It was inevitable.

He shouldn't feel too miserable about this.

Because Jungkook had never believed he could have you that way anyway.

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