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[genesect-appreciation]

Is this my home?

Hi my name is Gene but you might know me as Lea from @leavanny-propaganda. I decided to look at the Unova list @pokegandadex had going on, and was shocked at the lack of a Genesect blog. and a Keldeo one so whoever makes it I will love and cherish for centuries :eyes:

Anyway this blog is starting, and I hope you like this blog’s content too! Talk to me about Genesect! I have not played the BW/BW2 games, but I sure love the movie to death. 

[wonpluswonistwo]

A Touch to Remember (Wonwoo Scenario)

Pairing: Wonwoo x Reader

Word Count: 988

Warnings: None!

Type: SchoolAU!, Fluff

Summary: You’re partnered with Wonwoo, a boy you don’t really know from your class, for a project and you both learn more about each other through your working together, a rewarding surprise waiting after all your hard work.

A/N: Sorry for any mistakes, and sorry for the really long wait!

Mingyu and Sarah. Jinyoung and Katherine. Phillip and Somi. (Y/N) and Wonwoo. You looked around the room, looking for a boy with a tall stature, brown hair, a sharp jawline, and pretty eyes bordered with silver rimmed glasses. To the left? All desks were abandoned and messy. To the right? Just a few girls eating their lunch. To the middl-

“Looking for me?” Wonwoo stood in front of you, one eyebrow raised, arms crossed, and a playful smirk plastered across his face. But all you could see was a white t-shirt nicely hugging a male chest and as you looked up, you realized who was talking. 

“If you’re Wonwoo, then...yeah.” You weren’t really sure how to talk to him; you knew of him, but you didn’t really KNOW him. He simply nodded and motioned you to follow him, which you obliged.

“So, just a heads up, I’m not sure if you’re a straight A student or what, but um-” He nervously looked around, remembering that he wasn’t a very talkative person and wondered what had triggered him to suddenly burst out sentences so confidently. “I’m not exactly smart, and so I’m apologizing in advance if my participation in this project brings our grade down.” He looked down, slightly embarrassed and slightly hopeful that you would be forgiving. You simply looked at him confused, wondering what aspect of you made him think you were a straight A student.

 “Wonwoo, I’m literally nowhere from a straight A student; I have no idea what you’re talking about!” He looked up immediately, relief evident in his eyes.

“Oh, okay...that’s good…” He whispered, the introvert inside him suddenly swallowing him up again after a short burst of confidence.

 And that’s how your and Wonwoo’s partnership continued for the next week. Him showing up at your house an hour after school ended, silently walking into the kitchen and shaking his head when you offered him water, and just dead silence as both of you worked separately on two different computers, two different sections, two different worlds.

 That is, until one day when it was finally time to construct the main poster, the poster which you had to present and the only part of the project that you dreaded most. You weren’t sure how you were going to stand in front of a class of 20 people and explain to them why the Ancient Greeks were important to the modern society. You were even more unsure how Wonwoo was going to even talk, at all.

 Shaking your head to get the thoughts out of your mind, you turned around to get a piece of construction paper, but instead of feeling the rough surface of the colored paper, you felt soft skin. Soft skin that was warm and sent tingles up your arm, forming goosebumps and a happy feeling inside your head. You looked up and saw Wonwoo looking straight at you, a special glint in his eyes and a soft smile creeping up.

 From that day on, every bit of silence, awkwardness, and peace disappeared. Sounds of laughter, lectures, explanations, jokes, stories, and small arguments filled in the silence, while the warm friendliness and close friendship replaced the awkwardness that was present before.

 Before you both knew it, doomsday had finally arrived: the day you and Wonwoo had to present your poster that you both had spent countless hours working on. Sitting next to each other in the classroom, you and Wonwoo exchanged nervous looks, each explanation running through both your heads.

 One presentation went by. Then another. Then another. Then another.

 “Wonwoo and (Y/N)?” the teacher asked, looking around the classroom. The moment you heard your name, a small shiver went through you, which Wonwoo noticed. As you both stood up to walk in front of the classroom, Wonwoo rubbed your arm to give your strength, warmth, and the assurance of a friend. Nevertheless, each step you took was like stepping in sticky cement, as if your feet would stay stuck to the ground and suck up all of your energy. After what felt like a thousand years, you were facing the class of 25, alongside with Wonwoo who was visibly trembling from fear.

 You looked over at him the same moment he looked over at you, and a mutual feeling of security and hope grew inside you both. Suddenly smiling, you and Wonwoo, in harmony, presented the project together, with no mistakes, no hesitations, and no fear.

 It wasn’t only 6 days later that you both felt the same fear in your hearts. The familiar thump, thump, thump of the heart, the increase in the rate of breathing, and the dilation of your caramel colored eyes. Sitting together, you reached your hand out and placed it in his larger hand, wanting someone to comfort your nervousness and fear. He flinched slightly at your sudden touch, a smile trying not to creep onto his face.

 The teacher walked by, dropped the white computer paper onto your table face down. You bent down, lifted the bottom left corner of the report, and in bright, red pen markings, a big fat:

 A

 You eyes and mouth opened so wide a fly could have flown in and made a nice home. Dropping the corner, you practically leaped across the aisle and flung your arms around his neck, breathing in the scent of his cologne and smiling widely.

 “Wha-um I uh-what-” Wonwoo stammered uncontrollably, not knowing what was going on. The wind from your movements had caused the paper to slowly float to the ground, showing a bright red “A.”

 His eyes opened wide, like big saucers, and grabbed you by your shoulders, pulled you off him, and said,

 “Oh my god, (Y/N), I really love you.” Upon realizing what he just confessed, he released you from his grips and ran off, his heart beating fast and his mind going crazy with scoldings.

-Admin Gene

[wonpluswonistwo]

16 with jeon wonwoo please~

16) “For some reason, I’m attracted to you.”

“Get out of my way, (Y/N).” A strong hand shoved you from behind, threatening you to fall from behind. You whipped your head around, eyes fierce and hands balled up into fists. As usual, the school’s gang leader, Wonwoo, stood behind you, a smirk plastered across his face and a motorcycle helmet tucked under his arm.

“What do you want, you idiot?!” Giving no thoughts about your temper, you folded your arms across your chest, Wonwoo’s smirk making you angrier by the second.

“What do I want?” His eyes softened for a brief second, too fast for you to notice. They quickly hardened back into his “badboy” mode, looking up and down. “I want you to move.” He nodded towards you, stepping forward one step.

“As if I would.” You turned toward him, so that you were directly in front of him. Wonwoo just smiled and looked to his side, surprised at your sudden boost of confidence.

“You used to just roll your eyes and walk away, cursing me to hell. What happened to you?” You just looked at him with fire in your eyes.

“I decided that I’m stronger this way. Comments?” Wonwoo stepped forward 5 steps, closing the space in between you and him. His towering figure casted a shadow onto you and beyond, making you want to shrivel up. But you were determined not to crack under his mesmerizing stare.

“Yeah, I do.” Your ears perked up, ready to embrace any insult, roast, or snarky comment that was about to shoot out his mouth, aimed toward your heart.

“Spit it out, Wonwoo.” Your arms still crossed, Wonwoo simply leaned down toward your face, so close that you could feel his breath on your skin. His eyes glittered, as if he were withholding a secret; his arms folded behind his back, ready to catch his fall if you were to push him with your small but strong arms.

“For some reason, (Y/N), I’m attracted to you.” He leaned in closer, pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, and watched in amusement as your cheeks flushed from a light pink to an orange to a deep red.

In shock and your head dizzy, all you could manage was: “Um…same?”

-Admin Gene

[wonpluswonistwo]

Hello~~ can you do please 18 with wonwoo? Thank you so much ^^

18) Is there a special reason as to why you’re wearing my shirt?

A/N: Sorry this was so late, I lost the document and I had to rewrite it TT I hope you like it! Sorry for any mistakes!

As an idol, you didn’t get much time to yourself, much less be able to hang out in your boyfriend, Wonwoo, group’s dorm. But today, you were free from your recording sessions because of technological complications, and you happily spent the morning and afternoon with your boyfriend, window shopping and helping him with his rap. But the boys had went out to get food for themselves and you, and had made you stay home so you fans wouldn’t crowd everyone.

Now that they were gone, you could finally have some time alone, for the restaurant they were going to was a 15 minute walk, and they hadn’t thought about calling take-out. Internally jumping from excitement, you walked over to Wonwoo’s dresser, pulling open one of the drawers and taking out his Shining Diamond Concert t-shirt. Poking your arms through the sleeves of the colored cloth, you slipped it over your head, enjoying his scent filling your nose and the soft cotton reminding you of his baby soft skin.

As you walked back out into the couch area fully dressed, you looked around one more time to make sure no one was around, not even the maknae, Chan. Quickly creating a last minute dance playlist, you took out your phone and plugged it into the built-in speakers, not caring about the neighboring families and how they would react to loud pop music blasting at 1 in the morning.

To your satisfaction, the first song that played was Mansae, a catchy and easy song to dance to. As the song started with strong beats and S.Coups first lines, you nodded to the beat, getting ready to exhaust yourself from a dance that wasn’t your own. Soon enough, Hoshi, Dino, and Woozi’s voice began coming together in a harmonious heaven, and you continued to move nonstop, arms a blur and your face lifted in high spirits.

As you were having the time of your life in the dorm, Wonwoo was walking outside with his groupmates, trying to pay attention to Jun’s ghost story. But there was a voice in his head that kept telling him that you might be in trouble. What if a robber had snuck into the dorm? Each worry built on and on until he couldn’t take it anymore. WIth a brief “See you later!” Wonwoo ran down the street back to his dorm, where every fear began to take place of his sanity.

Wonwoo ran up the stairs, shaking and breathing heavily, his eyes widening out of control, his heart beating faster than ever, his hair a mess, and his feet never touching the floor for more than a second at a time. He quickly fidgeted his key into the hole and slammed open the door, and he saw a huge blur going around the living room with- Mansae playing?

Wonwoo stood at the entrance of the doorway in shock, not sure what he was seeing. You yourself had not noticed him yet, still in a frenzy of bliss. It was only when the song you finished you stopped to breathe, and when you looked up from your crouched position, you found: Wonwoo. Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, not believing what you were seeing.

“(Y/N)…” you looked to your right, not wanting to see him out of embarrassment. Wonwoo just smiled and walked over to you, crouching so that your head was in level with his head. With his right hand, he tucked it under your chin and brought your face to face him. “Is there a special reason as to why you’re wearing my shirt?”

You failed to open your mouth, your mind was still recovering from the shock.

“I mean, it’s not like I mind or anything.” He then stood up, ruffling his messy hair. He began to walk away to close the door, but he turned back around with a huge grin on his face, saying:

“Hey (Y/N), I’d like it a lot if you wore my clothes more often.”

-Admin Gene

[wonpluswonistwo]

2 & 7 with Coups!

2) You know I can beat you up, right?

7) A rock-paper-scissors match for the last piece of cake.

It was 6:30 in the morning, you were exhausted from an all-nighter for your Calculus exam, and you were in need of some sugar to be able to lift your eyelids. Still only wearing just a baggy shirt and a pair of shorts, you came stumbling down the steps of the dorm you shared with a few of your friends. You groaned when you saw that the box containing the remains of Seungkwan’s birthday cake had disappeared from the kitchen island. Setting your elbows onto the cold stone, you buried your face into your hands, wondering how you would be able to survive your exam half asleep.

“Down here first!” Seungcheol pounded down the stairs, knocking over a few textbooks, and when he reached the bottom he punched his fists in the air, jumping all over the place and basically acting like an idiot. You just covered your head with your arms and tried to ignore his intrusion, but it wasn’t very long before you heard something crash to the ground.

“Cheol! Can you not be so loud?” You collapsed to the ground clutching your head, annoyed by his loud introduction. Cheol jerked his head toward the direction of your voice and was surprised by your presence.

“Wait, you’re here? I thought you were still sleeping!” Seungcheol stomped his foot, frustrated that he was never the first one downstairs. You just rolled your eyes and began to walk toward the fridge, planning to drink some mango juice and then eat some fruit.

Before you could even open the fridge door, a strong pair of arms wrapped around your body and lifted you about 2 feet off the floor. Instinctively, you began to kick and complain, causing those same pair of arms to tighten, immediately stopping any sound exiting your mouth. The pair of arms then spun, making you face the opposite wall of the kitchen. And then they threw you to the ground.

You landed with a thud, not before spinning midair to see Seungcheol opening the fridge and pulling something out. You scrambled to your feet, furious, all trace of sleepiness gone, ran up to his figure, and was about to pounce on him when you saw a familiar box in his hands.

“…Cake box?” His body froze as you looked at him, knowing there was exactly one piece inside, and neither of you were willing to share. Seungcheol, who only got 1 slice at the party while you got 3, stowed the box behind his back.

“I deserve this piece!” Knowing that you couldn’t win with logic, you simply replied:

“You know I can beat you up, right?” He took a step back, and you scoffed at his action and began rolling up your sleeves, ready to fight for your food. His eyes widened as he realized you weren’t joking about beating him up.

“Hey! Instead of trying to beat my brains out, why don’t we have a rock, paper, scissors match?” You looked at him, wondering if beating him up would be easier. Not wanting to spend any more energy than you needed to, you reluctantly agreed and he set down the box, trusting that you wouldn’t make a run for it.

At the sound your voice, both you and him shot out a hand, both of your faces deep in concentration. As both of you registered the result, Seungcheol took a look at your face and noted how cute you were when you were determined to get something.

Unfortunately, the look of pure concentration transformed into pure joy as you saw your rock beating his scissors. Seungcheol, crestfallen, opened the box and silently said goodbye to his wanted piece of cake.

Meanwhile, you were psyched at having both beat Seungcheol and assuring an energy source, and you happily shoved the hard won slice of cake into your mouth, some cream not getting into your mouth and on the side of your lips.

Seungcheol reached a hand out and with his finger, removed the cream from the side of your mouth. You looked up at him in surprise, mouth still full of cake, and watched him put his finger in his mouth and lick the cream.

“Sweet, just like you.” He smiled gently and winked at you, ruffling your hair as he walked back to the stairs.

-Admin Gene

[wonpluswonistwo]

Can I get 2 and 23 with Mingyu?

2) You know I can beat you up, right?

23) I need you to stop doing that because it’s really adorable and I’m trying to concentrate.

You reached the tall building, labeled “Seoul Boxing Club.” After having a fight with your teacher over your essay grade, you were ready to begin your simple “training” session: stretch, punch the light bag for a warm up, and then punch the medium weight bag until your hands bled. Forming a sly grin, you pushed the heavy door open and rushed inside.

Quickly, you took out your membership card and flashed it toward the man at the front desk who nodded and continued to do whatever work he was focusing on before. Keeping a placid expression, you smoothly slid the card into your bag and took a towel off the rack, swinging it upwards and letting it hang over your shoulder. You continued to walk inside, pushing through the locker room door and stripping off both your jacket and sweatpants, dropping them onto the bench and then walking out wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top.

The weightlifting room was empty, as usual, so you easily maneuvered through the different machines and strided into the boxing training room, where 10 different bags hung from the wall, each bag heavier than the one before. The lightest bag was at the far end, so you walked along the different bags, counting down the levels. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5-

The bag thrust forward with a loud THWAK, causing you to jump and avoid the impact. You shrugged off the chills that had settled into your arms, clearly annoyed at the interruption. You continued walking, with a more focused and cautious mindset. 4, 3, 2, 1. You stood in front of the lightest, the peanut bag, and wished it a good afternoon:

“Good morning, dear friend.” You bowed down, pretending it to be your teacher. “I hope you had a nice time reviewing my wonderful paper that I spent an immense amount of time and effort on.” You plastered on a tight smile, not caring if anyone came in.

And then you punched the bag as hard as you could.

You spent the next few minutes writhing in pain, regretting breaking the first rule of a warm up: don’t exert all of you energy in your first action. Crinkling your forehead, you massaged your arm, cursing your teacher for all the frustration you felt.

“Looks like someone messed up, huh?” You looked behind you, with a death glare, and settled your eyes on Mingyu, one of your teammates. To your satisfaction, he was wearing a black t-shirt that both hugged his shoulders and swung loose around his torso, and a pair of black shorts, a simple but defining outfit.

“Look who’s talking; you’re the one who lost the first elimination round.” He puffed out a breath, displeased with your comment. He stood in front of you, eyebrows raised.

“Oh yeah? I bet you wouldn’t even make the qualifying cut.” You scoffed at his immaturity, replying with:

“You know I can beat you up, right?” Mingyu raised his eyebrows, his interest suddenly piqued.

“Are you suggesting a fight?” You nodded, not wanting to throw away this golden opportunity. “Are you…sure?” As he emphasized the last word, he winked at you and made bunny ears, causing your cheeks to flush.

“Kim Mingyu!” He continued making aegyo, knowing that would decrease your seriousness and allow him to win. Finger hearts, chubby cheeks, you name it. As time went on, you felt your concentration dwindling from your goal.

“Kim Mingyu!” Annoyed, you crossed your arms and closed your eyes. “I need you to stop doing that because it’s really adorable and I’m trying to concentrate.” Mingyu widened his eyes, surprised that those words had popped out of your mouth.

“Me? Adorable? OMG! Do you have a crush on me?” He feigned shock, but as he saw your face, he knew he was in for it. He quickly pushed the bag towards you as an attempt to distract you and ran off.

As usual, it wasn’t long before you caught up with him and tackled him to the floor, him crying out for forgiveness.

-Admin Gene

[wonpluswonistwo]

Who’s Right? (Joshua/Jisoo Scenario)

Pairing: Joshua x Reader (FEATURING SEUNGCHEOL)

Word Count: 1429

Warnings: None

Type: Angst, Fluffy(?) ending

Anon’s Request: Number 20 (“I want my best friend back.”) from the drabble prompts with Joshua please?

A/N: Once again, my drabble has gone too long...so now it’s a scenario!! This will be posted on both the drabble and scenario section of the masterlist. Sorry for any mistakes!

“Shua, can you come over today? Three new episodes of Naruto were subbed yesterday!” You jumped up and down, excited to continue your and Joshua’s weekly routine of watching Naruto at each other’s houses after a long break.

“Sorry, (Y/N), I would love to, but Yeon-ie wanted to watch Rogue One today, the only day she doesn’t have dance practice.” You frowned, not happy with his recent girlfriend, Yeon, or as he called her, Yeon-ie.

“But you’re with her everyday! We spend almost no time with each other anymore. Is she that important to you?” Joshua looked taken aback, not expecting your sudden outburst. He looked around nervously, not sure how to respond.

“Um, well, I can maybe set up a time where we three can all do something fun, yeah? I’m sure she’d like to meet you.” You narrowed your eyes at him, exasperated that he didn’t even want to spend some individual time with you.

“Shua! We’ve been friends since kindergarten and you still don’t know? She clearly hates me! Her whole evil master plan is to take you away from me so that you’ll forget about me! And never talk to me again! So that I’m alone and depressed all the time! She’s a terrible person and she’s going to turn you against me and everyone else who you cherish now! You’ll become a cold-hearted, ignorant, and problematic jerk! Her love for you is fake, Shua. She knows you’re my only friend I trust, and that’s why she’s using you to break me. Please, Shua, if you trust me, listen to me.” Joshua’s usual soft features were replaced with rigid lines of anger, confusion, and betrayal. Him hearing you talk about his girlfriend in such a cruel manner had transformed his normally calm and peaceful self.

“I thought you’d be supportive of my relationship with Yeon-ie, not attacking me like this.” He looked you straight in the eye, as if he wanted to pummel you to the ground. “ I don’t think she’s that kind of person to manipulate someone for their own benefit. She’s sweet and would never hurt a fly. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to come near us.” With those last stinging words, Joshua walked off with a crease on his forehead, unknowingly proving your previous argument.

His words sunk in, leaving you sickened with grief. Your vision blurred and your hands felt numb. You had let your best friend get away, let him hate you, let him love another girl, let Yeon’s plan go right. Eyes brimming with years, you quickly turned around the corner, trying not to fall, only to bump into one of Joshua’s friends, Seungcheol. Seungcheol’s initially cheery “Hello!” quickly became questions of worry:

“(Y/N)? Are you okay? Did something happen? Do you need to go to the nurse? Did you eat breakfast? (Y/N), talk to me!” You could barely breathe, much less talk. All he could hear were loud gasps and soft wails of regret. Putting an arm around you, Seungcheol supported your legs and lead you over to a bench. Once he was sure that you were going to be fine medically, he softly asked, “(Y/N), tell me what happened, I’ll understand anything.” Slowly calming down, you explained everything, starting from Joshua’s first “memorable” date with Yeon.

“...And that’s how we got here.” You hung your head, wanting to just fall asleep and forget everything that had happened in the past few weeks. Seungcheol looked off in the distance for a minute, brushing his hair out of his eyes and thinking.

“You know, (Y/N), Joshua always warned me not to get close to you, to not date you, blah blah blah, because you were too innocent or whatever. Why don’t we pretend we’re dating and see how he reacts? Plus, everyone knows Yeon likes me, no matter how much I despise her.” You thought about the plan, weighing the pros and the cons. Getting revenge against Yeon sounded nice, but nevertheless one flaw kept digging into your brain.

“But...what if he doesn’t care? What if he just...breaks off all contact with me?” Seungcheol gave you a reassuring pat on the shoulder, saying:

“I know for a fact he won’t. He’s spent too much time threatening all of us to let it all go to waste.” He started laughing, remembering every time Joshua got mad because Seungcheol got too close with you. He looked at you with a wide grin, and took your small nod as your approval.

The next day, as Joshua walked onto the school lawn with Yeon in tow, he caught a glimpse of you holding someone else’s hand. He saw the the boy had dark, tousled hair, a sharp jawline, fair skin, and pretty eyes. He frowned, not liking that you had so quickly found a boyfriend after your fight with him. Nevertheless, Joshua was curious who you were dating. Looking back, he sweetly said:

“Yeon-ie, let’s go over there and sit under the tree, ok?” Yeon-ie looked up from her phone and flashed a bright smile.

“Ok, oppa, anything you want!” Joshua smiled, thinking how lucky he was to have such a kind girlfriend. But his expression darkened when he got closer and saw the boy who was talking so casually with you. He saw the boy poke your cheek and giggle, giving you finger hearts and making you blush.

“Seungcheol?” Unknownst to Joshua, Yeon-ie gasped at the sight: you, her rival, and her “dream man,” Seungcheol, dating. Her hands were gathered into a small ball against her chest, not believing what she was seeing.

Seungcheol looked over at Joshua and waved. “Hey Josh! What’s up?” He made a big show of ruffling your hair and taking your hand, smirking. Joshua stomped over to Seungcheol and pulled him away from you. You simply looked around, afraid that Joshua would hate you forever.

“Why-what-ok-I-what the hell did I tell you so many times?” Joshua fumed, upset that his friend would break a promise. Seungcheol just rolled his eyes and sighed, feigning exasperation.

“To not date (Y/N), I get it.” He tilted his head and raised his eyebrows. “Because she’s your FRIEND, and you don’t want her to get hurt. But I couldn’t help myself, Shua, she’s too sweet and she would never hurt a fly!” Joshua paused for a second, thinking about how familiar those words sounded. But he couldn’t place where he had heard them before. “If you don’t like us dating, then just don’t go near us! It’s that simple!” In a huff, Seungcheol pulled on your hand and led you away, knowing that their plan had worked marvelously.

But you felt differently. “Seungcheol, Joshua’s going to hate you now...I didn’t want to ruin your friendship.” You looked at him sadly, feeling incredibly guilty for the commotion you and Seungcheol had made. But all he did was smile widely and reply:

“Hey, I get to make you feel better and make the Yeon-loser feel bad! What else could be better?” His comment made you crack a small smile, and seeing you amused, Seungcheol continued his thoughts. “Anyway, Joshua should know better, dating that girl. I thought he was smart enough to know the difference between nice and mean.” He shook his head, wondering how Joshua could ever like someone like Yeon.

Back in the hallway, Joshua continued standing still with his mouth ajar and his hands numb. He remembered your face, full of hurt and betrayal, and Seungcheol’s voice, full of annoyance and...possibly revenge? He casted his gaze downwards, where he saw a small hand lace its fingers with his. He looked up and saw Yeon’s face, her mouth opening to say, “I’m sorry about what happened...let’s not let them bother us, OK? I always knew she was trouble. But you have me now, right?” Yeon, the girl who had stolen his best friend away from him, was asking him to be okay because he had her? He quickly pulled his hand away, finally seeing the fake personality and malicious intent.

“We’re over.” Yeon looked at him in surprise, looking around nervously. She ran up against him, hands grasping his shoulders.

“W-why? Shua, is it because of something I said?” He saw her attempt some aegyo, but he simply shrugged her off his body and took a step back.

“No.” He looked at her sternly. He thoroughly enjoyed the sight of her eyes filling up with tears, and with that amusement, he concluded:

“I want my best friend back.”

-Admin Gene

[totallycorrectbands]

Michael: Wait wait wait, so there was a spider in your chili?

Gene: Not in, by.

Michael: There was almost a spider in your chili.

Gene: Yeah.

Michael: What'd you do?

Gene: Almost spilled my chili.