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kreepy-shipz-archives · 3 years

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Meeting The Bots: Chapter 1

info: aaaAAA first chapter for my spg insert fic! i wanted to write one of her of meeting the bots back in 2009!! i do have more plans but here's this for now! ^^ I hope you all enjoy it! i took a bit of inspo from the spg comic btw, so some of the dialogue is from that :D another thing, this takes place before rabbit transitioned, so i used they/them for her in this fic! her transition will possibly be covered in a future fic!

Rbs r very much appreciated!!! <3

Word count: 3k+ (yes it's VERY long lol)

As the taxi drove away, the young engineer looked at the mansion in front of her. Her dark brown hair softly flowed through the wind. She blinks, thinking of all of the events that have led up to this. The engineer, Kenzie Faxton, came from a family of engineers who have been in the business since the late 1800s. Her great grandmother actually knew one of the men who resided in this mansion before, Peter Walter III. Eventually, her family’s company, Faxton Engineering, signed a contract with Walter Robotics to assist them with making robotic parts. Her parents moved all the way from New York to California to be closer to their work, in 2002.

Kenzie was well versed with machinery, and a bit on robotics as well. She met Peter Walter VI at a World Fair. Peter was a few years older than her, and from what she remembered, He had a keyhole face. She didn’t question it, since she had a pair of cat ears sprouted on her head.

Once Kenzie graduated high school in 2009, earning average grades, but did extraordinarily well in her machinery classes, Peter Walter VI asked her to help assist with one of his projects at Walter Manor.

Kenzie had no idea what she was bringing herself into. She took a deep breath, exhaled, and headed to the door of the manor. She knocked on it a few times, only to be greeted by the creaking of the door. She peeked her head inside, her blue eyes darting around the seemingly dark room.

“Hello…?” She called out, going inside the mansion. “Peter? Are you out there?” Kenzie looked both ways. There seemed to be no one in the mansion. The room was still dark as Kenzie bumps into a dresser.

“Hello??” She called out again, her tone now concerned. Did she just come into an abandoned mansion? With no one inside?? Peter did say the right location, right? She decided to take out a flashlight she has in her toolbox, and turned it on. She then starts to explore around the dark mansion. She hears a wiring noise from one of the rooms as she walks by. Her ears go up in curiosity, knocking on the door. When no one answered, she slowly opened the door.

The room was much brighter than the other rooms. It was a kitchen, with a fridge and a stove. There was someone using the stove, standing behind it. They were humming a tune as they cooked food. It smelled….cheesy? Kenzie's ears went up at the sight of the person, stepping into the room.

"Um, excuse me... Do you live here?" Kenzie asked, tilting her head.

The person jolted up at Kenzie's voice. They turned around to see the young engineer, and she noticed something very different about them.

Was that…..A robot?

The robot looked to be a man. His skin was a metallic gold, with marionette like markings on his face. His golden hair was put into a bun, with strands of his hair peeking out. There was a top hat on his head, with a few feathers stuck on top. He wore a black dress shirt with suspenders, and his shirt matched with his pants. There were also worn out sneakers on his feet.

The robot grinned, looking as if he never saw anyone in years. "Oh! Salutations! Are you a visitor, by any chance?" The robot exclaimed, blinking his eyes. He was holding a pan that held a quesadilla. The robot noticed Kenzie looking at it, and once again spoke up. "Did you notice the quesadilla that I was preparing? I don't eat, but I still make food for leftovers and that sort! Rabbit eats it all anyways!" The robot seemed to have a slight transatlantic accent. He put the pan on the stove, and looked back over at Kenzie.

She stepped back from him, looking uneasy. The robot tilted his head to one side.

"Are you alright? Have you ever seen a robot before?" the robot asked.

Kenzie shook her head, her ears going down.

"Oh." the robot said, his tone tinted with sadness. "Well, I guess I'm the first one you've met!" The robot smiled once again, continuing to robotically step over to the engineer. Kenzie stepped back every time he stepped forward, and eventually she felt the door behind her. her ears twitched at the sight of the robot slowly coming close to her.

The robot noticed that the human looked scared, so he stopped. He then smiled softly, lending a hand out.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." He spoke in a soft tone.

Kenzie looked up at him, her hands at her chest. She slowly brought her hand out to his.

The robot grinned once again. "Pleasure to meet your acquaintance! My name is The-" the robot stopped, shuttering a few times. The robot repeated himself, seeming to malfunction. Steam started to swirl out of his back. He eventually hunched down, steam still continuing to pour out of him.

Kenzie's ears immediately went down again, looking terrified. She slowly opened the door from behind her. As she turned around, she did not see an empty hall.

She saw another robot, looking right at her with two different colored eyes.

Kenzie shrieked, immediately stepping back and bumping into the golden robot.

This robot looked much more different. Their face was made out of copper, and their design was more unique than the other robot's. They wore a hat with goggles on top. Their outfit was similar to the golden robot's, but they wore a few belts, black suspenders, and high waisted striped pants. and it was mostly black, except their red, fingerless gloves.

"Ey, didn't mean to s-s-startle ya there!" The robot drawled in a jersey accent. "Say, are you the human Petes has been talkin' about?" They said, casually going over to the fridge.

Kenzie didn't say a word. Now there were two robots in the kitchen.

The robot looked in the fridge for a few moments, and then shut the door. They were now holding a soda can, going over to the golden robot.

"Mind moving a bit? Gotta put T-This in here." The copper bot points to the golden robot.

Kenzie nods, stepping back and looking on at what the bot was going to do.

The copper bot opened the soda can. They opened up a hatch that was on the golden robot's back. And then they poured it into the golden bot. After a few moments, the golden robot stood up, blinking his eyes. He scanned around the area.

"Where are we?" The golden robot asked.

"The Manor kitchen." The copper robot replied.

"Oh." The golden robot said.

".....What just happened." Kenzie said, her first words to the bots.

"Oh! Th-Th-They talk!" The copper robot exclaimed. "For a sec, I thought you were a mute human!" The copper bot goes over to Kenzie. "Have you ever met a robot before, whoever you are?"

Kenzie shook her head once again, a scared look was still plastered on her face.

The copper bot and the golden bot looked at each other, and back at Kenzie.

"Are ya…..scared of us?" The copper robot asked, frowning. "I'm sorry if I scared ya."

"Yes, me too! my apologies!" The golden robot said, bowing down.

"We just never see too many humans here! Yeah, there's Pete's family, but we've never had a visitor either! A human visitor!" The copper bot explained.

"Yes, visitors aren't a big thing here…." The golden robot slightly frowned.

"Wait, before we go on….I think we forgot to introduce ourselves!" The copper robot exclaimed.

"You're right! we should do that!" The golden robot nods robotically.

"I'll go first!" The copper robot smiles, clearing their throat. "M-My name is R-R-Rabbit! I was b-b-built back in 1896! Y-Y-Y-You know, back when Women weren't allowed to read and write! A-A-And all the men dressed like Mr. Peanut!" The copper robot named Rabbit said, stuttering from time to time. "I'm like a priceless antique!" They grinned, dusting themselves off with their hand.

"I feel like something is missing…." The golden robot said, looking around.

"Maybe it's cuz Spine isn't here. He usually says something after my introduction!" Rabbit says.

"Well, my name's The Jon!" The golden robot says. it's silent for a few seconds.

"Got anything else to say, The Jon?" Rabbit asks.

"Uhhhhh….No. I forgot my introduction. But pleasure to meet your acquaintance once again!" The Jon shakes Kenzie's hand, smiling.

Kenzie still hasn't said a word to the two robots, blinking a few times.

"And you are…..?" Rabbit asks.

Kenzie still doesn't say anything.

"What's ya name? Or do you not have one? which would be strange, since I think most humans have them!"

"....Kenzie. Kenzie Faxton." Kenzie finally says, nodding her head.

"Ah, Kenzie!" The Jon says. "What a nice name!"

"Yeah, Kenzie sure is a nice name!" Rabbit shakes their head. "I think now we can do a tour for her, ain't that right, The Jon?"

"Oh, sure! I'm sure she got really confused looking around here!"

Rabbit and Jon unexpectedly link arms with Kenzie, and leave the kitchen.

Kenzie doesn't know if she's dreaming or not. She was currently walking up the stairs with her arms linked together by two robots.

“Oh, I forgot to ask! Did ya want to take the elevator?” Rabbit asked, but the trio was already up the stairs. Kenzie sighs, rolling her eyes.

“Anyways, Jon and I will go find Peter for ya!” Rabbit grins, putting a hand on the engineer’s shoulder. “Wait right here, Kitty Cat! We’ll be back in a jiffy! Ya just…..stand right here and don’t do nothin’!” Rabbit and Jon leave to go find Peter.

Kenzie looks around the area she’s in, noticing the photos hanging on the wall. There are people that she doesn’t recognize plastered on the wall. She does notice Peter though, in the photo he looks to be about 10 years old. She sees another, noticing that it’s Peter and what seems to be his father and mother. Kenzie eventually gets so fixated on the photos that she bumps into a tall, white door. On the top of the door, the words H.O.W are shown in golden letters. Kenzie tilts her head, curious to see what could be inside. She opens the door, and is greeted by a room filled with red lights and wires.

Kenzie looked both terrified and fascinated by the room, but she clutched the door behind her. Suddenly, a screen came up in front of her. They had a green and black screen, and the top of their screen says the words “Qwerty”.

“K. GREETERINGS ROBUT. PLZ INPUT ID CODE. THX.” Qwerty said in a robotic voice.

“I’m….I’m not a robot??” Kenzie whimpers.

“LOZ. ERROR ERROR DOES NOT COM-COMPUTE.” Qwerty replies.

While Kenzie was distracted by the strange computer robot, she didn't notice the strange snakelike head next to her. She turns to where the head is, and she immediately shrieks.

“HOLY-” Kenzie stepped back, her ears perked up fearfully. “N-N...Nice snake head…..thing…..don’t hurt me, please.” She whimpered, her ears swooping down and stepping back more. The snakelike head was covered in wires, and a large silver circle was below it. The circle reveals to be a hole. Wires started to slither out of the hole, a silver robotic body came out as well. The snake-like head attached itself into the body. There are a few wires that held clothes, which are put onto the robotic body. A black suit with a red tie. The added finish to the robot’s outfit is a fedora, which was delicately placed on the top of the robot’s head.

Kenzie looked at the robot in fascination, tilting her head. The silver robot and Kenzie stare at each other for a few moments, but Qwerty interrupted by going “ADDING MUSTARD.”

The silver robot chuckles, rolling his eyes. “Darn it, Qwerty! What have i told you about being stupid?” He said.

Qwerty frowned. “NOT 2 BE?”

Kenzie looked at the two robots, confused.

“Oh, right!” The silver robot says. “You aren’t supposed to be here, but welcome to the hall of wires, Miss Faxton! You’ll have to excuse everyone and every….thing here in the manor. We aren’t used to having visitors.”

“How do you know my name?” Kenzie asked, looking up at the tall robot.

“News spreads fast on the Walter WI-FI!” The Spine explained. “Allow me to introduce myself. My name is The Spine, and I was built with a titanium alloy spine.” The Spine smiled. “That’s my, er…..Backstory.”

Qwerty makes a ‘Ba-dum tss’ sound effect.

“Anywho, We should get back to wherever you’re supposed to be!” Spine announced, escorting Kenzie back outside of the Hall of Wires.

“Oh, Kitty Cat! There ya are! We were looking all over!” Rabbit says, catching up to the two.

“We thought we lost you there, Miss!” The Jon added.

Spine puts one hand on his hip. “Rabbit, Jon? Have you seen Peter anywhere?” Spine asked.

“No, we haven’t! That’s who we’re looking for right now!” Rabbit exclaimed.

“Could he be in the workshop?” Spine rubbed his chin, thinking of where else Peter could be.

“I feel like he could be! Didn’t he say he was doing his weekly repairs on Upgrade today?”

“Yes, i believe so!”

“Then let’s get goin!” Rabbit said, once again linking arms with Kenzie and Jon.

The group head to Peter’s lab, which was not a very far walk. The Spine explained some useless facts about the manor to Kenzie, which she did not find interesting. Then, finally, The group makes it to Peter’s lab. He was looking at a blueprint, with a pink robot sitting next to him. She wore a hat with a silver flower on it, and her hair was black with pink streaks. She wore a long, black dress. The pink bot looked over at Kenzie, pointing at her.

“Hey, who’s that girl?” She exclaimed.

Peter looked away from his blueprint, now noticing Kenzie and the bots. “Oh! Just in time!” Peter placed the blueprint on his workbench, going over to Kenzie. “We meet again, Kenz! It’s lovely to see you again! I see you got my message.”

“...I did. And I didn't know your house was so big.” Kenzie said, folding her arms. “I just finished school a few weeks ago, Petes.”

“Wonderful! That’s why I wanted to get into contact with you.” Peter nods, looking at the bots. “I see you’ve already met most of the steam powered robots...my great great grandpappy built them! Fascinating, aren’t they?” Peter gestures to the pink robot. “This one I believe you haven’t met though! I was doing her weekly repair check!”

“I’m Upgrade!” Upgrade says, smiling and waving at Kenzie. “I’m FAR more interesting than The Spine! Pretty, too!” She puts her hands on her chin, still smiling.

Kenzie awkwardly waves at Upgrade. Peter continues. “Anyways, I wanted to bring you here to see if you are interested in assisting with the robots. You know, repairing them, keeping a close eye on them during shows, making sure they work well before shows-”

“What shows? You never told me anything about shows, Peter.” Kenzie interrupts, raising her eyebrow.

“Ah, so you don’t know about my robot band!” Peter clasps his hands. “You see, Kenzie...You do know my background on robotic engineering. But do you know the history of The Steam Powered Giraffe?”

Kenzie looked confused. “The Steam Powered what-”

“Oh boy! Story time!” Rabbit exclaimed, sitting down on the floor, crossed legged. Jon also followed suit, but crossed his legs in a completely different way than Rabbit’s. Spine stayed standing up, only folding his arms. Upgrade hopped off the table, going to sit down with her siblings. Jon looked at Kenzie, patting his hand on the floor. He motioned for her to sit down next to him, smiling. Kenzie slowly sat down next to him.

“It all started a very long time ago….” Peter started. He then told the story of Peter Walter The First. He had a rivalry with one of his old friends over a woman named Delilah Morreo. They were both in love with her, and created things to win their love for her. Peter made a Steam Powered Giraffe, While his rival, Thaddeus Becile, made a Coal Fueled Elephant. But before Delilah could decide, she died of an illness. Powered by grief, Becile tried to resurrect Delilah with dark science. Because of this, Peter wanted to intervene. So he sent the Steam Powered Giraffe and the robots he created to Africa, where there was a War. It lasted three days. Eventually, Becile was defeated. After the war, Peter made the robots for entertainment, calling the band Steam Powered Giraffe.

“And now, Many years later, The bots continue making music and entertaining folks!” Peter finished, waving his hands. “They usually perform at Balboa Park, which is where you’ll be assisting them at.”

“So…..you’re telling me I have to watch the band at the park and make sure they don’t break down?” Kenzie explains.

“Yes, precisely! Though they do perform at other places as well! But those you have to pay to see. Balboa is entirely free for people, unless they want to tip them.” Peter answers.

“....Gotcha.” Kenzie squints her eyes, looking at all of the bots together. “I don’t know….This sounds stressful.”

“Kenzie, please don’t fret. It’s actually very fun to experience!” He helps her get up from the floor, and puts a hand on her shoulder. “You are the first person I thought of when I needed help with my band. You did so well with your classes, so obviously you have talent. Plus, you won’t only be watching the bots, but you can perform with them as well! You're basically going to be both a mechanic and a part of the band!” Peter exclaims. “Just….give it a try. You are still getting paid as well.”

Kenzie takes a deep sigh. She was only 18, and she wasn’t planning on finding a job. Fresh out of high school, and now she has one.

“...Alright. I’ll do it.”

“Perfect! You may need to pack your things, since you’ll be staying here for the time being!”

“Wait, What????”

#self insert #s/i: kenzie faxton #spg oc #spg fan character #spg #once again nervous abt posting in main tags #friend time!!!!!!!#also.......i aint saying much......but yknow.......kenzie is gonna be falling for one of the bots.#i mean my followers will know who it is but #that wont be in the fic for AWHILE #self insert fanfiction #there will be. bot shenanigans. yearning. slow burn. a bit of hurt/comfort.

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nastyatticman · 3 years

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If Slashers had horny Tumblrs...

What it says on the tin! HC post for if Jason, Bubba, Brahms, & Billy (Lenz) had their own tumblrs for horny content. (18+ only)

If you like these, feel free to send a request for other characters if you want :D

Contains : adult content, discussions of kink & brief mention of sexual harassment

Jason Voorhees

Very barebones bio that gives some basic info - his age, his gender/pronouns, and a warning this blog contains adult content.

Doesn’t get updated often, and it’s usually all at night. Mostly consists of content he reblogs from different creators (artists/sex workers, etc)

Don’t expect a fancy theme or anything - he only uses his phone for horny content since he shares a computer with his sweet old boomer mom.

A good mix - largely pictures people post of themselves or art he likes. Sometimes he’s in a Mood and reblogs a bunch of very specific kinky posts - text posts with affirmations from doms, risqué art, gif sets of people in gear.

He doesn’t have a huge following or anything, just a handful of mutuals and spam bots he doesn’t clear out frequently. But when he posts anything he thinks could be too intense he makes sure to tag it with warnings, just in case.

Sometimes leaves little compliments for people - he’s usually too shy to message people directly but he’ll reblog their posts and say nice things in the tags. Nothing too forward, usually things like “you look so handsome here!”

Bubba Sawyer

Makes sure not to put any identifying info but he usually puts his age/vague age range (“in my 30s”) because people ask for that.

A collection of stuff he likes, mostly pictures or gifs or the odd video or audio post.

A lot of mostly vanilla content - again, what turns him on, what he can jerk it to easily. Stuff he can focus on when he’s really trying to get off. I feel like he’s more likely to reblog a gif set of people just going at it or pictures of a hot person in lingerie or cute undies than anything with too much of a kink/fetish focus. But not always.

I’m not sure if our Bubba can read/write very well so I can’t see him reblogging or writing long text posts, but there will be a few short ones here and there.

He’s a little too nervous to post intimate pics publicly but I can see him on a very very confident day posting pics of just his hands after seeing people talk abt how they like strong hands.

Again, doesn’t write a lot, so he doesn’t add comments to reblogs or anything

He may leave nice things in tags tho! Like Jason he sometimes leaves little compliments for people whose content he reblogs (ur dress is so pretty!). Sometimes he tags things with certain emojis that seem to have some kind of meaning… a mood he’s in… or maybe they remind him of someone he likes?

Brahms Heelshire

VERY detailed very organized pinned post with info about him including a list of his kinks, and what interactions he wants/doesn’t want. Also, places to send him tribute. Not that he needs the money, of course, but he wouldn’t mind if you got him something off his wishlist. (Wink wink nudge nudge.)

I see him as a switch who leans heavily towards submissive with a bratty streak. However people tend to assume he’s more dominant since he reblogs more dom centered text posts (he’s usually imagining he’s the sub in those scenarios).

Has a decent following since he will periodically produce a lot of original content - mostly text posts, or audio, and the occasional picture where his face is obscured and no naughty bits are showing directly. He errs on the side of caution since he doesn’t want to get struck down by the tumblr nipple police, and also because are you kidding me his family has a reputation to uphold, he can’t afford to get caught

Tumblr is his main horny platform of choice because he finds it easier to organize content he likes into an archive, and there’s more privacy. He tried making an nsfw account on other platforms before, but because of linked accounts and email fuckery he got recommended to follow a family friend and nearly shat himself. (He has a good handle on privacy and he knows that person couldn’t find him - he double checked his privacy settings after that - but it still scared him off that website, at least for that purpose.)

Because he has a decent following he also has a few mutuals he’s messaged periodically. He’s varying degrees of close - some only know him from his posts, some know his main tumblr, some may even be following him on other platforms as “long distance friends”

Every once in a while debates about having his own server for his simps followers, but he’s not sure about using his discord where he keeps in touch with friends/family for it or making a new one. You’re welcome to message him if you’re mutuals or you send him some cash first ❤️

Billy Lenz

What do you mean, “horny on main”? What, like you have an alt?

His blog is like, 98% porn but every once in a while he’ll reblog a non porn post to get into an argument.

“You sure have a lot of opinions on Canadian politics for a hentai blog 🤔”

Mostly an archive of stuff he finds hot at the time, without rhyme or reason - reblogs, links to other websites, etc. mostly chaos, but it seems like every once in a while he tries to have some kind of tagging system.

He sometimes posts original content - sometimes rambling text posts about the kind of sex he wants to have, very rarely pictures of himself. that he deletes immediately after in fear of getting flagged.

When it comes to audio posts… the Moaner lives up to his name. Although he’s not skilled with recording - clearly doing it on his phone - His audios aren’t half bad if you can find them. Usually captioned with something about how he made them or what he was thinking about when he made them.

Let’s be real, canon Billy had like no concept of consent. Or just didn’t care, because he wanted to scare and intimidate people. He’s definitely been blocked by people for sending creepy messages/asks or adding unwanted captions to their posts. When he wants to hit on someone in a way that means they may reciprocate, he’s nicer, but people are still (understandably) put off by him.

At his most polite though, he’d be the type to send an ask to someone saying he hopes they come to Toronto so that he can eat their hot pink cunt and make them cum on his thick tongue and fat, juicy cock. (This is regardless of factors like their actual location, whether or not they have a cunt, or travel guidelines due to the pandemic.)

#slasher fandom #jason voorhees #bubba sawyer #brahms heelshire #billy lenz #slasher imagines #lemon #nsft #noises from the attic #first post like this im nervous #who would u follow tho? i can see myself following brahms tbh #nasty attic originals

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hungline · 4 years

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I saw ur post abt taking prompts. Idk if you can do this but on @hybridfanfictions blog their most popular post was about a bee hybrid fic one and I though it was rlly cool....

honeycomb for a heart

pairing: yoonminjoonseok

genre: fluff, light angst, hybrid au, rated pg13

warnings: trans male character, mentioned misgendering and transphobia

a/n: hi anon! so i saw the queen bee prompt by @hybridfanfiction and instantly fell in love with it. sorry this took so long to do, but i hope you like it regardless! title is taken from rupi kaur’s “the sun and her flowers” btw!

words: 1402

summary: Yoongi never actually expected to build his own hive.

+ tag list: @jooneos @kirtikagarg @disrespectfulkookies @roseyjongdae @reeneryu @joonsvalentine @smoochkook ✨

Yoongi never actually expected to build his own hive.

Technically (legally, he means), he is a Queen Bee in name only. It didn’t matter if he petitioned to be listed as a King Bee instead, in the government’s eyes, Yoongi is and always will be Min Yoonji.

He doesn’t let that get to him though. Yoonji was a fine name and he liked it and all the special attention he garnered at first, but then his Queen Bee died. After that, he began wearing his late father’s clothes and went exclusively as Yoongi.

Bee hybrids aren’t rare, but they are uncommon. The only bee hybrids Yoongi has ever met were his mom and his uncle who soon passed after their Queen did. Knowing this, Yoongi was certain of the fact that even if he did meet another bee hybrid, they wouldn’t want to build a hive with him. Bees need their Queens. For bees, females are the ones with all the power while men are simply meant to worship and follow their stead.

Some days, that knowledge alone makes Yoongi want to crawl right out of his skin because he knows that his assigned gender at birth isn’t what he actually is, but it will be the reason he never gets to experience love and the special bond of a hive. Other days, it’s a burden he is able to carry without strain. And on every other day, Yoongi focuses on his garden, on the hives he keeps to produce honey with regular bees and the nursery business he inherited from his uncle.

He has decided to expand recently though, deadset on opening up a honey themed cafe he hopes will have more humans interested in bees. Maybe there will be a surge of requests for more bee hybrids to be made or maybe some will even walk right into his cafe and instantly want him to be their King. He’s heard of the stories on the internet after all. How all it takes for bees is one look to know who their true Queen is. It isn’t that far-fetched of an idea for him and a bee to exchange glances before the bee gives their loyalty to him.

(A bee could dream anyway.)

As a result, Yoongi had contacted an accountant that Seokjin, a panther hybrid he went to school with, highly recommended to him. His business card introduced him as Jung Hoseok, the sunnier half of the MonoHope partners and Yoongi hadn’t even bothered to do further research on him before reaching out. They had exchanged emails for the better part of the week and today was when Hoseok, along with his partner, would finally meet with Yoongi in person to hash out the main aspect of Yoongi’s desired business plan and expected profit. Yoongi was sitting at the table in his favorite nursery, checking the ledgers and running through the numbers once more while waiting for the two to arrive, pen tapping lightly against his lips.

Yoongi became so engrossed in his task that he was distracted enough to miss the texts Hoseok had sent him and regretted that as soon as the door creaks open and Yoongi shoots up out of his chair, eyes flickering towards the three figures suddenly entering the nursery.

It takes Yoongi a moment to realize that the men in front of him are bee hybrids who are incredibly attractive. Their antennae are long and the wings are thick, the fuzz on their heads closer to gold than yellow. Instincts that he hasn’t felt in a long time begin to build within him, running through his veins and make his heart pump with anticipation. His own wings start to flutter, antennae twitching as a mantra of hive, hive, hive starts up in his head.

He is able to ignore those instincts though when Yoongi realizes that more than a few minutes have passed with no one speaking a word. The three men standing before him just won’t stop staring at him and he’s beginning to feel nervous and self-conscious about himself when the tallest of the three drops his suitcase and bows down to him.

“My King,” he says, his voice rough.

Yoongi doesn’t even have the time to react before the other two men follow suit, bowing and murmuring a quiet, “My King.”

They stand back up slowly, eyes roaming all over him and before where Yoongi felt anxious under their gazes, he feels nothing but warmth now. They know that he is a Queen Bee, but they called him King anyway. No one except Seokjin has ever acknowledged that without being prompted. And yet, these three perfect strangers felt what only a bee could and paired it with what they saw before they gave their fealty to Yoongi properly.

Yoongi steps forward, steeling himself. He has a hive now, these three are his hive and he isn’t about to let them go.

“What are your names?” he croaks, wincing at the sound of his own voice.

The tallest smiles at him though, bowing again before he says, “Kim Namjoon, at your service, my King.”

Yoongi wants to tell him not to bow, to treat him like he would anybody else, but those instincts he ignored earlier are back at full force and will not allow that.

“Jung Hoseok, at your service, my King,” the man beside Namjoon introduces himself, smiling after he has straightened from his bow. “We exchanged emails, but it’s very nice to finally meet you, Your Majesty.”

Again, Yoongi wants to speak up and tell Hoseok that he need not bother with the official titles, but his instincts fight him and Yoongi decides to give in because he knows a losing battle when he sees one. He focuses on the last man to introduce himself instead, head tilted to the side in confusion. He’s pretty sure Hoseok didn’t mention bringing someone other than Namjoon with him for their appointment.

“And who might you be?” Yoongi asks, patting himself on the back for keeping his voice gentle when the short man startles slightly and flushes under his gaze.

“Park Jimin, at your service, my King,” Jimin replies, hesitant and obviously nervous, but his voice is steady and Yoongi finds himself smiling over the fact that he didn’t bow like the other two. “Hobi-hyung invited me along because he wanted a banker’s perspective on your plan. I hope that isn’t a problem.”

“I see,” Yoongi says with a nod. “It’s not a problem at all. Thank you for coming.”

Yoongi bites his lip, hands twisting together in front of him as he looks over these three men who know nothing about him but are now his anyway. “Are you certain this is what you want? All of you?”

“Of course,” Hoseok answers immediately. “You are our King.”

“But wouldn’t you prefer a Queen?” Yoongi cannot help but ask, wondering why he is questioning this so much. “You must know that I’m not… that. I will never be a Queen.”

Namjoon steps forward then and holds his arms out hesitantly. Yoongi stares at his hands for a moment before he takes them in his own, drawing closer. Out of the corner of his eye, Yoongi can see Hoseok and Jimin approaching as well but keeps his primary focus on Namjoon in front of him.

“We’ve gone our whole lives without a Queen,” Namjoon says this so matter of factly that Yoongi can only blink up at him in surprise and a bit of awe if he is going to be truthful. A worker bee growing up without a Queen? That’s traumatic, to say the least. “Now we have found a King and we do not intend to let you go, Your Majesty. Don’t you want to start a hive with us?”

And damn it, when Namjoon looks at him like that with his eyes huge and imploring, how is Yoongi even meant to say no?

So Yoongi nods and tilts his head up, accepting the chaste kiss Namjoon presses to his mouth before striding towards Hoseok and doing the same. Jimin surprises him by stepping forward when Yoongi has pulled away from Hoseok, sweeping him into his arms and giving him the filthiest kiss Yoongi has ever received in his life. It leaves him reeling, his wings fluttering and face warm as they separate.

Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.

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and ALSO sry to post bs on main im mostly just talking to myself in my personal tag half the time so yolo, no need to respond to this or reassure me or whatever but these days i licherally question how much of my - sry to sound like a broken record - bs is dépression or just my shité mentality, like i rly was not designed to last, huh? physically or mentally? lol. like who gets motion sickness on swings lmao anyways. i think i give up too easily. theres a bunch of reasons y but i dont feel like saying. its a different thing to kind of kno something, and to admit / speak it (confront it). i could psychoanalyze myself all day and tell u exactly why some things are the way they are but its too unpleasant to neatly state stuff like that u kno?? like... *i kno* but im not gonna say i kno. anywho, i digress. so i give up easily and kind of have a defeatist mentality too, its so exhausting lool. actually its weird cuz duality of man, i'll be rly determined / stubborn abt doing some stuff and not care abt fear of failure with certain things but when it comes to My Life / My Future i just think i cant rly do anything? i mean that literally like i got no skillz *laugh crying emoji* not particularly good at anything, and art - the only thing im maybe arguably ok at - i dont wanna do as a career, that is art therapy for me i dont feel like commercializing it. not interested in working in my major, maybe things wouldve been different if i went to culinary or cosmetology school?? that sounds fun. or if i majored in bio cuz i was so good at that, or even if i majored in japanese language or literature or idk. but no regrets tho cuz i learned a lot abt drawing in art school which i can use for myself. and hmm i like staying home and not rly going out of my way to meet new ppl so connections what? i h8 hearing how most opportunities come through the ppl u kno cuz its true and ik like 10 ppl tops so hm very sexi of me :^) i just feel like im p much f*cked and it rly doesnt help that i have no functional dreams, goals, or aspirations nor the confidence and drive to work towards anything so ah ok cool. u kno suga's songs "the last" and "so far away" ? that p much sums up my feels minus the part abt having to deal w fame obviously LOL. its so easy being a student (for me at least) but being a good student isnt really worth a whole lot in the """""real world""""" and the current education system doesnt even rly prepare u for reality or w.e like Deep Sigh also the political climate rly lookin like shité out there like hmmmmm do i even wanna try so hard to be here anymore tho??? also going back to the self confidence thing, ya idk her LOOOOL like it doesnt very much bother me tho? i really, honest to god have no idea what my redeeming qualities even are. being nice? and my mindset re - tolerance and compassion for others, etc, ya im rly proud of that actually but besides that i mean like what can i Do tho like hm im not particularly good at anything also im hideous like uglee but thats ok too like none of this Bothers me, thats just literally how i Am so ok fine, but i feel like it makes it hard for me to exist in the world i happen to be in??? and i realize im speaking with a huge bias here cuz my brain is totally out of whack im p sure if some1 saw me / read this they would lit be like um u literally do not have it hard girl, which is fair ur kinda right actually from an objective pov, probably? its amazing how um. hard? of a time my brain is having given my relatively ok circumstances but thats just how it is ig. and if i may quote shakespeare - o full of scorpions is my mind. and its weird cuz duality of man - i actually have a lot of good times w friends and whatever i have a lot of fun, im not even very Sad or in Agony its all very a mild? sensation? but that might be because my plan b is to simply *** so nothing rly fazes me anymore lool.

its usually a v confusing emotion, im either feeling happy, or if not that, very ???? im literally that duwang quote get a feeling so complicated its just "ajdjsjsja" idk its not overly repulsive and upsetting im like :s LOL u kno wat at this point idek what im even saying anymore but its good that im writing whatever cuz im gonna need to look back on this later and organize my thoughts for presentation cuz remember i have a s.o now???? i wanna let them kno so we r on the same page, and i dont feel like im tricking them, i thought it over more and there are like 4? major cards i wanna lay out on the table early on and they are 1. im not that close w my family emotionally so do not seek their approval or expect to deal with them much. 2. personal ideology / political views like im bi lmao and pro lgbt if that wasnt obvious also i dont rly wanna be around racists / terfs etc and if ur right wing or not on that respect women juice uhhh bye.. 3. my weak ass mentality how i might Maybe *** in the future like no promise but errrr theres one more but its a little more negotiable and also too early to discuss so i wont mention it but i already got the first two outta the way so ya. theres the most troublesome of all, #3. the last thing i wanna do is traumatize someone that loves me (and i love back) with that kinda thing, its too late for my dear friends whom i love, sorry i didnt kno i was gonna be like this LOL yall already got attached but its a little different with my s.o cuz i feel like its not too late to uh.... stop getting as attached LMAO like dam i've known my girls for almost 10 years whereas i've only known my s.o for like a month.

and this is totally not gonna come across right but if my s.o very understandably desides to dump me id be SO RELIEVED LIKE WOOOO ok cool cuz like essentially what i'd be saying is you are getting attached to someone who's future is not as stable as other people, including u. *huge exhale* from the bottom of my heart, my bad lol. and then i probs wont ever get involved w. a s.o again, sorry to reference snk in 2020 but remember how e*win smith is single cuz he doesnt kno when he will ***? big mood. i have never acted out on my interests before but i was like ok for once lets go off the shits and do smth ooc, i uh... didnt expect for it to actually go anywhere tho so now im like ???? i shouldve thought it through more tho, like i felt low key irresponsible af and selfish and dumb for getting involved w. someone even tho i Know how I Am like...... Also i just lov being single and staying home and chilling alone lmao like i seriously...... never get loney....

ok so what was i talking abt? how the passage of time makes me nervous cuz idk how i can manage to keep up w it??? how i feel like i cant do jack shit???? that life is hard???? and maybe a bih just wants to rest? permanently?????? i think the most irritating part of all for me, like what i am most mad about at myself is that i have no dream. yikes. naruto, do u think thats sad? well yoongi said its okay, and what counts is just being happy, so i will console myself and forgive her and idk just try my best for the time being??

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do you think charlei and dee had sex because they mistook their genuine platonic bonding as attraction? (serious question, steming from thatlesbian dee post). I never thought of it that way, and I'm interested to hear that side !

YES that’s actully smthn i lose my sht abt !! iv blown up ppls mssgs with this kinda talk like, im a mess. ok lemme type right nd lemme type A Lot Again Anyways cz thos 2 giv me Way too many feelings (im spposd to b working on a final rn christ…)

okay…i scrolled back up after finishing nd turns out i went…literally insane…aka Much too far…so i need to under-the-cut it. mobile…viewers…i’m rly so sorry. swipe hard to leap ahead…hell im sorry fr computer viewers too. my theme is rough.

to start, my HCs surrounding chardee are rooted in charlie being on the ace spectrum and dee being gay (or like @ least bi, but imo all the men stuff is straight up compulsory heterosexuality).

i will always cling tight to the deleted scene wherein charlie says he thinks sex is gross and will genuinely get sick when he thinks about it unless he thinks about it with one specific woman. i know he shows sexual interest a decent amount of times throughout the show and has canonically had sex (on camera too, yeesh) but i see each time as very out of the blue moments (coming onto dee @ multiple points while worked up, agreeing to bang tatiana cuz she says to, that kinda thing) or relating to his long standing and delusional obsession with the waitress. in that vein, he’s also canonically enjoyed sex, and I don’t try and blind-eye any of it, because ace doesn’t always mean sex can’t be enjoyed in the moment. charlie definitely has a libido, and bodies be bodies. hell, sex-repulsed can sometimes even flip 180 in the right conditions. shit is one fun spectrum i’ll tell you that…but either way, to start with him, i think him going forward with banging dee was very much a misjudgment of what feelings are and being extremely caught up in a moment where he felt real, genuine, closeness with someone else who he was having a damn good time making terrible poetry with.

as for dee, i, first of all, just agree with everything in that post. in the context of chardee, as much as i will lose my mind in tags about how hard i ride or die the ship, it’s mostly my obsession with their dynamic. i don’t think chardee is meant to be endgame. i absolutely 100% believe that dee, too, is misinterpreting her feelings. i think part of it is her consistent comp het, and the other is she’s never been close with someone the way she has been with charlie, and she doesn’t know what she’s meant to do with it. i think she was similarly caught up in a moment in which she showed her own vulnerability, opening herself up to someone who could easily just ridicule her as she’s used to (”right now? i’m scared”), and she receives support from him instead (”you’re not gunna bomb, you’re gunna do great”). we’ve seen how much dee craves validation, thats her entire thing. i’m not shocked she dropped her pants in this moment lmao. she probably felt her damn heart flutter cuz she got told by someone who she at least somewhat trusts that she really is good, even if she doesn’t think so. the only rational explanation for the feeling associated with that person is that he’s The One right? pretty big leap

just…basically i dont think either of them know what a relationship is.

charlie’s lived nearly his entire life deluding himself into thinking that, 1. he and the waitress have a relationship that is anything other than creepy, and 2. that the warped-ass mess of an image he’s created in his brain for what he and the waitress are to each other is what love is. he thinks he’s making progress in getting close to her when the only thing she’s Ever done pre-s12 is ask him to leave her the fuck alone. he’s never even attempted to look past the waitress before, and the only time he shows interest in other people it’s purely his libido talking. he doesn’t pursue romance, and the one time we’ve seen him do so he was using her to get to, who else?, the damn waitress.

dee’s lived her entire life having to prove herself to every single person she interacts with, and its familiar to her to getting ahead by using men, usually as sexual objects. i’m hesitant to bring this up on a post wherein i speak on dee’s sexuality because i don’t want to link this trait to it in any way as if its related, but to be fair, dee is as much a serial rapist as dennis is in that regard. the gang are shitty people, we know that. she will get men drunk to have sex with them, or pressure them into it, or trick them into it. she’s not having sex with these men for pleasure, she’s literally doing it for power. it’s absolutely fucked up, but so is she.

when she Is romantically involved, she’s shown to leap headfirst into those relationships and blow them out of proportion on 0 grounds for it. she buys a promise ring for a guy who didn’t think they were dating, it’s implied she’s going to actually go ahead with the brad fisher marriage thing after the episode ends, she gloats about how important she is to a stripper who was literally shame-crying during sex (also? she says “we BOTH wept,” and she can say that’s because it was that good, but i really doubt it). i mean the woman GAGS when talking to men she’s “nervous” around, something she takes as meaning she’s attracted to them? lmao uh???

at this point i’ve probably repeated myself over and over, my brain is on backwards and my train of thought went off the rails years ago. but i’m still gunna retype an old set of tags i found:

i hc that neither of them end up together but they do go through a relationship-ish phase, but dee’s gay and charlie’s okay with that (and always ace in my mind) because they finally move on from their own irrational drives to adhere to what they think is expected of them. i dont think either of them have any idea what a relationship is meant to be and they pathetically grasp at each other because they’re kind-ish to one another and that feels safe for once. chardee may be my main ship but i purposefully backtrack on myself because i know they’re two people who barely know love and have found each other, both as underdogs in their environments, and feel an electrifying Something that they Cant Name wen theyre together, and that something just so happens to be friendship and they don’t realize it cuz they’re doofuses who’ve led really unfortunate lives where friendship and hatred are always intermingling.

i’ve never brought it up here, but i often imagine a timeline of their relationship, because i enjoy the idea of them figuring themselves out through each other, just because they are genuinely amazing (platonically) together, and they get into some of my favorite shit. the thought of late night talks and confessions about their worries and confusion about their feelings while lying in bed, just close because they feel comfortable that way, realizing they can keep loving each other and not force it to mean something it doesn’t, the relief that comes with that, a final kiss that really doesn’t mean anything but thank you, not losing what they had but rather gaining a whole new kind of intimacy, and still getting into absolutely ridiculous situations. maybe dee realizes shes, ironically, found herself with a crush on the waitress and it cracks charlie up. he doesnt mind. he’s finally learned that if he Is going to be with someone it should definitely be with someone who makes him feel at Least half as comfortable as the way being around dee does, and knowing he doesn’t have to make himself look for that, but when he knows he will know. plus, he cant imagine dee pulling that one off. but maybe one day she does. dees gentler around the edges, and she gets butterflies when talking to women, but she never gags. charlie’s a terrible wingman but he keeps convincing dee to let him try. she brings a girl home for the first time and charlie all but backflips in an empty pool that day. they’re still shithats but they’re learning to let that go. people can get better. AA would probably help.

iv gone too far goodbye

#chardee #charlie kelly #dee reynolds #maybe this is sort of #meta #ramblings #headcanon #rape ment #im so sorry this was not wat u askd for flnsjkfgh #anon #ask

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