#Anyway motorbike shops are cool

[i-tzi]

POKEDDEXY DAY 1: BUG TYPE (#988)

Another year, another Pokeddexy!! 🎉

I honestly don't know how much I'll be able to combine because objectively January is kind of a shitty month for me lol

But WHO CARES, enjoy my boys, see you again at the end of the challenge if I'm still alive lol o|-<

[resident-gay-bitch]

kinda a niche au concept but i think a lot of people will get it but also it’s so random lol: corroded coffin friendship / steddie / buckingham / more lol

okay, my dad watches car shows all the time like the car sos shit, and i don’t really like them, but i’ve always enjoyed one: Counting Cars. the main mechanic is like a metalhead and they’re all kinda punky and alternative and just a bunch of metalhead dads pimping out old cars and shit.

henceforth, the au idea: how are you seeing how our beloved eddie might fit into this?

SO say CC got big enough to be known kinda western globally or whatever, maybe bigger idk i don’t care but anyway. maybe they were a one hit wonder in the 80/90’s or whatever.

but they stopped playing because they all kinda wanted to settle down and stop partying and wanted to buy houses and not have to tour all the time or whatever right. say gareth met a girl and got married to her and they had a kid on the way, jeff and grant wanted to settle down and live a cosy steady life together, eddie was just so fucking tired of being front man idol or whatver. and they all just wanted to get back into the mechanic shop - maybe they all apprenticed at thatcher tyers or whatever in hawkins when they were younger.

whatever the reason, they’re ex-famous band who are pretty ficking rich and love working on cars and shit. so they open a shop and start fixing up cars. they get a lot of rapport because of their name; the shops called corroded cars or something similar to the band name. eddie runs the place because it’s mostly his passion and he impulse bought the shop himself whilst drunk one night and then they were all just like okay yeah let’s do this lol.

maybe one night they’re all chilling at gareth’s place for “family” dinner and after dinner they’re just watching telly and a car show comes on and then they get the idea to start a show!!! so they do!!!

eddie’s the main guy, obviously. he’s always been the drama queen confident one so he runs it all, and it’s His shop anyway. eddie is the idiotic, loveable, idiot but he’s also just a cool down to earth alternative guy who headbangs whilst working on engines and REFUSES to cut his hair.

i think jeff would be the head painter, graphic artist,. i feel such an arty vibe from him ya know? i think that would be his area of expertise. the audience would love his general calm vibe but also adore how easily he puts everyone in their place in a second and is so secretly sassy.

i think argyle would be the airbrush guy and also works in paint / design. he’s Definitely not always high and is just funny like that… definitely. his niche opinions and random curiosities keep the audience captivated.

gareth would be the detailer i think. he’s got a sort of perfectionist vibe and he’d always have a go when eddie brings in a car or a bike he’s just been fixing the motor of or whatever and there’s grease stains all over the doors and shit. the audience would love their banter.

grant would be the bike shop manager, he’s got a strong interest in motorbikes and that’s his area of expertise. he’ll spend hours perfecting one part of the body of a bike and eddie adores his dedication every fuckinf time.

jonothan would be the tech guy. he finds ways to update old cars to help them run smoothly whilst feeling authentic in the drive. some of the tech he pulls out is next level and everyone in the shop will spend an entire episode gushing about this one feature in a car he added that makes it feel like a spy car or something.

Nancy!! she’d be the behind the scenes manager. eddie hired her about one month into the buisiness when he realised none of the CC guys could / or wanted to do the books and shit. she’s smart as hell and a total hard ass when it comes to their aloof attitude and carelessness, but she’s also good fun and a total girlboss. eddie relies on her to keep the shop afloat, he’d be lost without her. she’s a fan favorite because she’s the only one who can attempt to put eddie in his place and acctually succeed. anyone goes and tells eddie he needs to think about the budget before he goes spending, he won’t even listen, she gives him one look and tells him no and suddenly he’s sheepish and nodding and walking away like a child who was told they can’t have a cookie. she’s in charge of all the books / finance / accounts / all that stuff!

(also, people are having a hard time figuring out if she’s dating john or argyle, or weather those guys are dating eachotjer, or if they’re all dating, or if None of them are dating)

Chrissy!! she’s adorable. a total fan favorite. she’s their receptionist and is currently taking an engineering course part time in college, finally taking the initiative to do something She actually wants to do. her sweet demeanour pulls customers and watchers in, and her determined attitude is what makes them stay. she’s like pure sugar, but so insanely smart. sometimes she’ll come and watch everyone as they work and if it’s not busy they’ll teach her different things and let her try. everyone loves the episodes where chrissy gets to try and fix things or paint things or learn things!

ROBIN!!! my girl! ugh! she’s TOTALLY an iconic mean lesbian okay. she’s always got banter with the guys, and she’s so cool calm and clllected, insulting them all the time. the girls in the audience go crazy when she’s onscreen in just a wife beater tank and got them gay girl muscles out! she works close with eddie on motors and shit but she’s also the project scout. she looks for new things for them to try and brings these ideas / cars / bikes / whatever else over to eddie to get out into the show! but the audience loves her even more when they see her totally awkward dorky side come out the first episode where chrissy comes over and watches robin work. they’ve never seen robin drop a spanner so much! chrissy is the only one who can fluster robin like that. the audience is rooting for their romance.

and the steddie! so robins totally uber rich best friend likes collecting old cars. and she’s been trying to get him on the show for a while because he has Such cool cars but he’s never needed fixing or pimping. until he goes and buys another one and it just won’t run and it’s all beaten down but he just HAD to buy it because it was his dream car as a little kid or something. so he comes on the show with his car and - well, the main reason he’s been avoiding it because he actually used to crush on lead guitarist and vocalist eddie munson back in the 90’s - eddie obviously being the face of the show greets him with nancy and robin and they talk about his car and eddie gets Flustered!

robin has a totally hot best friend whos So ficking queer And knows heaps about cars and is standing so close, shoulders touching with eddie as he shows pictures of his collection on his phone and eddie pretends he’s looking at the cars and not steve’s ring adorned hands.

steve is also highly protective of his cars and so he hangs around whilst they work on his ride. he and robin are so chatty and bitchy together and the audience love it. and eddie can’t stop Staring!!

by episode three of steve being featured in it people are posting shit trying to notify steve and robin that eddie is so gay for steve!

and then steve’s car is done and done and then he leaves the show. and then a couple of episodes later robin approaches eddie and whispers - but the cameras are right there - to eddie asking if he has been perving on her best friend and it’s So funny to everyone cause eddie’s kinda terrified and she’s threading to burry him alive if he hurts her steve and- eddie goes red when he realises that robin just confirmed he had a chance with steve.

anyway. suddenly steve has Many more appearances on the show :)

and obviously robin and chrissy get together!!’

and no one ever finds out about the love triangle between nancy jon and argyle (they’re all polly)

anyway. i just think that’s cute.

[glitchylikeslego]

Show Me Your Moves! (Chapter 14)

AO3 STORY

WE'RE ALL CAUGHT UP WITH THE AO3 STORY! From this point on in the story, the chapters will be uploaded on here and AO3 on the same days :)

Chapter 14 : Return

Return deals damage and has no secondary effects. It has more power the more friendship the user has.

The Calabash.

Oh how you worried for MK’s mental state.

The thought of Mei ‘confessing’ to MK made you cringe.

When Sandy called you earlier, panicking that MK was missing, you tried to calm him down and explain that MK was most likely okay, but that didn’t help very much.

Instead of opening up shop like normal, Sandy decided to take the day off with his therapy cats and you went to Pigsy’s restaurant for the first time. Upon your arrival, Mei threw herself into you. “You’re okay!”

“Yeah, I’m fine? What happened? I heard MK went missing.”

“He just went on a delivery and never came back! We don’t know the specifics.” Tang explained as Pigsy was grumbling at his counter.

“I’m sure he’s fine. MK is super OP, right? He’ll be fine.” You comforted Mei by patting her head. 

Mei’s muffled “I guess…” Barely reached your ears, and she just shoved her face in your shoulder as she sulked.

Despite Pigsy being obviously irritated that MK hasn’t returned, he still looked really worried and stressed, same with Tang, who’s been chewing the same noodles for longer than he normally would.

You patted Mei on the head and pushed her off yourself and approached Pigsy. “Hey, I said MK would be okay, you just need to trust in him.”

You could hear a quiet voice in the back of your head shout out “hypocrite!” at you. Pigsy sighed. “Ugh I know, but seeing these orders stack up and him not answering my calls still worries me.”

You contemplated for a moment before taking the food into your arms. “I can do it.” You offered. They all looked at you in surprise, and Pigsy thought it over carefully.

“It can give me a good chance to try and look for MK too!” You added, and with that, Pigsy immediately agreed to it.

Mei, with the proposition that you could deliver things for Pigsy and keep a lookout for MK, immediately agreed to drive you around on her motorbike to help you. You spent the next few hours looking for the successor, but to no avail.

And while that was a total flop, it wasn’t all bad, as you ended up coming face to face with an orange cat, and was rescued by the little girl who owned it as her mother thanked you for the delivery.

You felt a cool dread in your gut.

Mei continued driving you around the entire city, even after you were all finished to look for MK, but he still hasn’t come up yet.

Just how long is he stuck in there for?

You and Mei return to Pigsy’s MK-less, both of you being tired from all the driving around, and Mei was sulking even more.

Pigsy and Tang looked at you questioningly, only to deflate again when you shook your head no. 

“I don’t get it. Where is that kid?” Pigsy growled in frustration. 

And speak of the devil and he shall appear. 

Or in this case, the Monkie man. 

In the entrance to Pigsy’s was MK, still slightly frazzled from the Calabash and holding his staff in his hands. 

“MK!” You and Mei exclaim in relief, and Pigsy storms up to him. 

“Where have you been!? You’re lucky those two volunteered to pull your weight for you!” And while he didn’t say it, you could tell Pigsy was relieved that MK was okay. 

And on cue, MK started crying in happiness that Pigsy was normal and not the fake one. 

You decided to tune him out a bit, just glad that everyone isn’t stressed that he was missing anymore. 

And you were startled when everyone began yelling at him. Mainly startled because Mei had screamed loud and it hurt. 

You snapped your lego claw the best you could next to where your ear would be and when you confirmed you still had your hearing, you approached MK and gave him a side hug. “I knew you’d be okay. What happened anyway?”

He shuddered. “Something that I don’t want happening ever again.” 

You nodded as the three continued yelling at MK and decided to be one with the moment, not ready to make another moment like this sour with your cynical thoughts of what’s to come in the near future. 

5 episodes done, 5 more to go…

… dammit brain. 

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[legostars]

DOGDAY X READERS

(This is going to flop anyways.. and I was bored)

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You were looking for a job, for a long-long time now. You kept applying for jobs but none of them accepted you. (Bro you're just like my mom.)

One day, as you were about to give up hope. An email was sent to you, you took a glimpse and saw that you have been chosen to be an employee of the poppy playtime co. you screamed happily about it. You finally got a job! The email was long to be read, but you read it all just to be sure. At the end of the email, it said that you will be starting tomorrow morning at 6:00 Am in the early of the morning.

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You set your alarm and went to bed, you slowly closed your eyes... And drifted to sleep. The next morning, you woke up from your alarm and set it off. You took a quick shower and ate some early breakfast. (Egg omelette🍳)

You rode on your motorbike (or whatever you ride idc) and drove to the poppy playtime co. a famous toy factory. You were so surprised at how big it is, You went in and was greeted by some employees. One of the employees told you that you have been put to work in playcare orphanage. You were surprised about it, a factory and also an orphanage? Well that's surprisingly cool.

You followed the other employees where they were leading you too (time skip bc I'm lazy as shi-)

You ride on some sort of an elevator, and see the whole entire area of the playcare. You saw an orphanage, a toy shop, a circus tent, a school, and a building for the employees. And in the middle of the playcare area you saw Gigantic statues of eight smiling critters that the employees told you about. They also mention that you will love your new co. Partner.

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At the end of the elevator, some employees gave you the uniform you will be wearing. You put on your uniform, an orange T- shirt with a sun pin and dog ear headband. (You're a dog on a Leash now>:] )

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The employees told you that you might see your co. Partner if you walk around, you nodded and just walked around a little. A child came running to you and hugged you and said "Miss dogday!"

Miss dogday? What on earth is the child talking about? Well, you decided to ignore that and gave the child a pat. "Hi there, kiddo." The child smiled and pulled your hand as she led you somewhere.

"Dogday! Dogday! They're here! They're here!"The child shouted. You were confused as the child shouted the word dogday again, you look towards where the child was looking in a direction and saw, a tall orange dog with a sun pendant. He was like 8 ft. Tall for a dog tho.

"Slow down, kiddo." You chuckled as she led you to dogday. Dogday then turned around to see you, he put on a wide smile and walked towards you and the kid and then bends down. "Alright, Tiffany.. thank you for leading them here." He smiled at the child and gave her a pat on the head as she giggled and ran towards the other children. "Well, I do apologise if the child was dragging you here." He scratched the back of his head and put on a nervous smile. You chuckled and shook your head. "It's fine, really.." You smiled at dogday, you can clearly see his tail wagging, because of it, you let out a small laugh. Dogday smiled as you laughed. "Well, come on angel. I'll give you a short tour of this place" You nodded as you followed dogday.

He showed you around, the school, the orphanage, the toy shop, the play place, the circus, and finally your office and where the other employees are. "Well, that's the end of the tour!"

(I made this during class so I had to continue it tomorrow or next week:P)

PART 2?

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[lambsouvlaki]

Moments in Between - Keep you Safe

Characters: Jason Todd x fem!OC

Rating and warnings: G, no warnings

Summary: Jason takes Andy shopping for a bike helmet.

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Jason walked alongside Andy down a shiny wet street in the Gotham sunshine. The gutters were still gurgling, and run off dripped from shop awnings. Her hair was frizzy from getting rained on earlier, and he thought all the flyaways escaping her braid looked impossibly cute.

Hobby shops and fashion boutiques lined the streets by this part of the college campus.

“I though we were getting lunch?” Andy asked.

“We are getting lunch, after you get a bike helmet.” He stopped outside a sports gear shop and jerked his head at the door.

Manikins in skiing gear were posed dramatically in the window on the left and in motorbike gear on the right.

Panic flashed across Andy’s face.

“I- it’s rent week, I don’t think i can-“

“Don’t worry about that, I’ve got it.”

She didn’t look comforted. Damnit. Maybe he should have given her a heads up after all, but there was a high chance she’d sneak off to pick up some secondhand trash for $50 and be no safer than if she wore nothing. Jason understood. Nobody liked feeling like a burden, or a charity case. He wasn’t going to begrudge her her pride. He wasn’t going to keep putting her in danger either.

He held up his hands, placating. “I’m replacing my current helmet anyway, I may as well get both. You just need to pick out something that fits right.”

Her expression twisted. “You don’t have to do that, Jay. Really.”

“If you fall off my bike and crack your head open, I’ll be the one in court for manslaughter. i’m just helping myself here.” He shrugged. “And I want to.”

Her shoulders hiked up around her ears. “…Just a cheap one. Whatever’s on sale.”

He rolled his eyes and pushed the door open. Well, now his pride was on the table.

“Hey Tony, I need you to help my friend here, she’s looking for the best damn bike helmet you’ve got. If she can’t do a HALO jump in it, its not good enough.”

Tony perked up at the same time Andy whirled on him in horror

“You got it!” the shop assistant said and disappeared to the back of the shop.

“Jason!” Andy hissed.

“Would you buy me a shit helmet if you knew you could get me a good one?” he demanded.

She opened her mouth. Closed it again.

“Look, I do alright for myself. What’s the point in even having money if i can’t get basic safety gear for my friends? What kind of asshole do you think i am?”

She chewed on her lip and lowered her head. He wanted to reach a hand under her chin and to her head back up, and narrowly resisted the urge.

“Let me do this for you, Andy. Please.”

Okay then.” She pulled herself up a moment later. “But it has to be a red one.”

He cracked a smile. “You drive a hard bargain. Why red?”

“So I can look cool.”

He laughed. “Sure. You’ll look like a petite Red Hood.”

Andy rolled her eyes. Tony came back with a couple of different styles swinging from his arms.

“Thank you though. Really.”

He waved her off and Tony stepped in. Jason leaned against the desk while she tried on the options. Having decided to play ball she was confident about it and took the exercise seriously. Something in him felt warm at it the sight.

He could take her on real rides now and keep her safe, more than just five minute drop offs. He could show her the city the way he loved it best, an 80mph blur of sights and sounds. He knew she liked it too, he could feel her laughing for joy, pressed tight against his back.

She caught sight of a price tag and blanched. He’d probably have to give it another couple of months before trying to get her a good riding jacket.

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[vacancy90]

The pleasure! The joy!

I made it to the summit of Mont Ventoux today! ⛰🎉💪 2nd attempt yay!

Keep reading for the full report and more pics 😊

What a day! Everything went according to plan and sooo well. I'm still stunned.

So I rented this super cool e-race bike. Unfortunately I chose the frame a little too small but anyway, it worked OK. I set out from Malaucène at 13:30 and reached the summit after 1.35 hours. Which is pretty insane speed for the 22 km climb. I felt almost bad everytime I passed someone going up "the honest way". I was flying up the road at about 12/14 km/h on average. The fastest speed being 28.5 km/h. And now let me tell you - this was still sport and an effort! It's by no means riding like on a motorbike. It was still a matter of pedalling and pedalling and pedalling and the sun burning down on me. Also, always skipping between the 3 levels of support. I couldn't go full support all the way, the battery wouldn't have lasted that long. So, yeah, I am super proud and happy and it was so cool to eventually take that famous pic in front of the summit sign. I have such a massive respect for everyone who mad it up there by pure muscle power. And many were even riding much further than only the 22 km climb. They've come from other towns and had quite a journey behind them as I learned from some. There was a couple, I think on their honeymoon because the woman was wearing a veil under her helmet, and they reached the top together by muscle power. They were so cute.

Before I continue, take a guess what hurt the most after over 40 km on that bike?

a) the legs

b) the bottom/lady parts

c) fingers

Ok, so, I'm up there, happy, proud, enjoying the stunning views and a caffeine bar but didn't have too much time as I had to return the rented bike soon. 🥲 NOW - the descent! Oh. My. Lord! As much as it was fun, it was scary! Thanks to the little bike computer I could see my speed. The average was about 40 km/h with a peak at almost 60 km/h which was freaking scary! I was literally flying. On slippery flat pedals, on a too small bike. Lol. I tried to imagine what it would be like going down over 70 km/h, let alone 100 km/h. Everyone who does that must be freaking nuts! I mean, the road here was shared with cars, motorbikes, camper vans, walkers even (oh and one guy on roller skis) so no way to go faster than that and not without the right shoes and pedals. That's for another day 🤫

So, what hurt the most? The fingers! Jfc, braking for 22 km is hard! I had to take 3 breaks on the way down to shake my numb fingers back to life. Also they became sweaty and I was scared what'd happened if I slipped? So yeah, 2nd most: lady parts, because of the too small bike and the saddle was a bit too low 🙈 (but shoutout to the super bib shorts I bought here, great padding)

I arrived back in Malaucène much earlier than my "service car" ;) and had some time to chat some more with the very friendly rental dude. Told him I only started cycling a few weeks ago. His response was "Oh, congratulations!" (How sweet) and he had a cute doggo there minding the shop ☺

I could keep talking about today forever but I'll stop now. Here are some pics and one of a souvenir from the summit 👜😄

[thelostbaystudio]

The Lost Bay is a suburban horror RPG set in the 90s

Play report diary by Gorkhan (who plays Hakim) - Characters and classes: Hakim (Asphalt Kitten), Tim (Splinter), Creek (Screamer), Facilitator: IKO

photo credit chiaralily on flickr (CC BY-NC 2.0)

A Saturday night, like any other in the end of summer. Hakim and his pals: Tim and Creek, stop by a 24/24 shop to buy some beers before going to Creek's concert. This is the shop where Alex is working, a girl friend and fellow punk musician of Creek.

In the shop, the floor is soaked with water. Alex is nowhere in sight. With all the electric stuff running in there, Hakim does not want to get inside. Tim jumps on the cashier's desk to avoid the water, and starts exploring. The three guys are calling for Alex... when Tim sees someone laying on the floor, their legs blocking the door of a closet, the upper body hidden inside. Forgetting safety, the young men rush in to help. Creek and Hakim arrive first and discover Alex, laying in a pool of brackish water, chocking as a fountain of the stinky liquid pours out of her mouth. Hakim is chocked and can't move. Creek tries to help Alex out of the closet, and Tim calls for an ambulance. Finally, Hakim get back his sens and helps Creek to move Alex on the parking lot. The poor woman is drowning, and the stream of water does not stop. Tim tries to call for Saint Abraham The Young to stop the flow, but the holy patron is deaf to the prayer. Tim start's expelling water as well, but after a cough, his own fountain dries out. In the mean time, Alex is dead. And the ambulance arrives...

The next afternoon, the three friends, still chocked by the events of the night, meet at the skate park. Tim remembers that the emergency agent on the phone let think that this was not the first time someone died this way. Hakim tries to collect information from two kids playing around, but they know nothing. Creek has a punk friend who is also a cop (!), and might have a clue. He calls him, but his friend does not want to talk about it on the phone. He proposes to meet at the pizza truck this evening.

To kill time, they decide to go to Alex's flat. The door is closed, but Jimmy, her cat, is meowing from inside. Tim can't stand the sad voice of the lonely cat and breaks in. While he takes care of Jimmy, Creek and Hakim visit the place. In the fridge, Creek finds a bag filled with disgusting dead... snakes ? fishes ? Anyway, not the usual food Alex his cooking. In the bathroom, Hakim finds some of Alex's clothes, soaking wet and still stained with mud from the marshes. Then, Hank enters the flat, calling for Alex. Hank is one of Alex's neighbours. He didn't know about Alex's death and is devastated. He tells the guys that they went to a great place in the marshes just the day before. He is fuzzy about the place itself, talking about a long trip by boat to get there, about a cool guy cooking eels (Alex loved it and got some in her fridge), about a cabin in the wood, and happy mushrooms they took before going there. Hakim asks Creek of his cop friend would be interested talking to Hank, but Creek thinks it is better not to involve Hank for the moment.

Leaving the flat, the three friends take Jimmy to Tim's place. At a moment, Tim feels sick and spits brackish water again. Luckily, the flow stops quickly, but Hakim and Creek wonder if the "fountain syndrome" might be contagious. When Tim seems ok, they decide to go to the Pizza Truck to have dinner.

A woman is there, talking to everyone, asking questions around. When she spots the young men, she gets to them and presents herself: Linda, born in the Lost Bay, and back after a long stay in the big city. She is looking for strange stories for her novels. She is a wannabe horror novelist. She tells them that the drowning events happened at least 14 times in the past two weeks, and affect only young adults. When Creek's friend arrive in a cop car, Linda leaves quickly on her motorbike...

[of-beasts-and-blood]

Character Intro

☢ Basics: Name: Lonnie Gilmore Pronunciation: Lon-ee Gill-more Meaning: Lonnie ~ “noble and ready” Gilmore ~ “great servant” Birthday: October 27th, 1947 (Scorpio) Age: 35 Gender: Male Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: Heterosexual Siblings: A younger sister, Connie Gilmore Mother: Barbara Gilmore Father: Giovanni Romero Other Family: N/A Languages: English. Current Residence: Ladonhill Castle, Wales. Hometown: San Francisco, California.

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☢ Wizard Fun: School: Not Ilvermorny, that’s for damn sure.  House: N/A Year of Graduation: Who cares.  Occupation: Bartender Pet: None - though he feeds Winnie’s dragons enough to feel some sort of duty of care towards them.  Blood Status: Half-blood. Squib. Species: Human Patronus: He’ll never know :) Boggart: Darkness. Complete and utter blackness. Hopelessness. Lonnie has always been a fighter. Even if the darkest of times, he’s always had enough determination to claw his way out. His biggest fear would be reaching that one time he can’t. Where everything is meaningless and he can’t do anything to change it.  Amortentia Scent: Cheap booze, wax crayons, that smell when you open a jar of jelly candy, the ocean.  Wand type: No wand.  Affiliation: Death Eaters. 

☢ Appearance: Face Claim: Milo Ventimiglia Height: 5’9 Hair Color: Dark brown Eye Color: Brown Typical Hair Style: A little on the shorter side, but still long enough to style. His hair just touches his collar and it’s usually styled to one side. It’s nothing remarkable.  Fashion Style: Mostly button-ups, jeans and ties. He has a few sets of dress pants and waistcoats for formal events. When he’s not working, he wears jackets too against the stupid cold. His favourite item of clothing is a well-worn flight jacket.  Distinguishing Features: Usually pretty deadpan. Crooked mouth. 

☢ Personality: Positive Traits: Indomitable, serious, charismatic (at work), paternal, hard-working, hopeful. Negative Traits: Bitter, misguided, scheming, jealous. Quick Facts: Can cook. Can sew. Can dance. Has a muggle driver’s licence. Has a motorbike licence. Has a motorbike (don’t tell Winnie). Has a sense of humour, but it’s very dry and very rare. Hobbies: Potion-making. Reading about aspects of the Wizarding World. Window-shopping. Exploring wizarding gathering spots. Why do so many of his hobbies make him feel like an outsider? Skills: Great at potions. Okay at playing well with others. Good at deflecting insults. Bad at maintaining interpersonal relationships. Bad at small talk. Good at those cool bartender flick-flack tricks. Not good at being a brother anymore. Great at keeping himself alive. Theme song: “Life Is a Lemon and I Want My Money Back” by Meat Loaf

☢ Headcanons:

Voice: The kind of gruff tone that doesn’t make you want to clear your own throat. He hasn’t got a memorable laugh, or one of those deep voices that makes you blush, or even the best accent. But his voice is pleasing on the ear and unremarkable enough that you don’t remember it when you finish talking to him. Lonnie fades into the crowd well. Speaks with an American accent.

Handwriting: Bad. Oh god, it’s so awful. Chicken scratch. It’s like the second he left school, he forgot how to write legibly. 

Lonnie is a master of the silent treatment. He and his mom barely exchanged words while Connie was at school and not living with them. Even when his sister was there, he got away with speaking very little in common spaces. He didn’t bother telling her he was leaving America. She wouldn’t have noticed anyway.

The only time he’s ever ignored Connie outright is when she came home once during her second year at Ilvermorny and proudly announced that he was what the kids at school called a ‘squib’. It was the first time she had separated the two of them as different. Before then, it hadn’t mattered that she had magic and he didn’t. It wasn’t something they talked about. But her world had a word specifically for someone ordinary like him, and it bugged him that she informed him so proudly. He didn’t speak to her for the remainder of her holiday.

Lonnie is used to the impermanence of home. During his final high school year in particular, he spent a lot of time away from his mother’s house. He would crash on friend’s couches or sleep in his car. He’s used to carving a space for himself where there shouldn’t be space. The fact that he’s living in an actual castle now is completely wild to him. 

Lonnie thinks Winnie’s dragons are cool. He always wanted a dog growing up, but this kind of blows that out of the water.

Even now, years later and buried under a thick layer of denial, Lonnie still wishes he would wake up and be magical. 

Lonnie likes jazz music and sometimes spends his evenings off at a jazz bar he likes in Camden. 

[mariolandavid]

Hanoi

Everyone kept saying how Vietnam was their favourite country. Spoiler alert, it has become our favourite country so far too.

My main gripe with Vietnam is this: it’s too hot and humid. It’s unbelievably sweaty. You’re sweating, all the other tourists you see are sweaty, and even Vietnamese people are sweating. There’s fans haphazardly hanging from roof beams, fans on top of tables, fans strewn all over the sidewalk. There’s plugs and cables and ropes all up and down the street to power the only thing separating us from being feral creatures; the precious fans. Up and down the country, people grab tiny tables and chairs and plop themselves down on the floor (road or pavement), huddled closer to these gods of air. They huddle on those tiny plastic seats, day in, day out. Pho for breakfast, beers and snacks for dinner. We noticed that there’s more folks eating either first thing in the morning or last thing at night, due to what I imagine is the unbearable heat that makes being up and about in the middle of the day almost impossible.

The first thing we did once we landed in Hanoi and dropped our bags off at our hotel (Media Hotel & Spa - would recommend, great location and comfortable, cool rooms), was get a Banh Mi. These crispy French baguettes with marinated pork, fresh vegetables and a tasty sauce, are everywhere. You can go to the best places or you can go to a random stall in the street and they will all be delicious. We had a lot of banh mi during our 18 days in Vietnam.

We had two full days in Hanoi, and our first port of call was to walk around the Hoàn Kiếm Lake. This is a famous landmark of Hanoi: story goes that a magical golden turtle had lent Emperor Lê Lợi a sword to defeat the Ming army, which had been occupying Vietnam. The emperor then returned the sword to the lake, which even now still has turtles in it (And I saw one!). It’s a pleasant stroll around, made quite amusing by the children and adults who kept stopping David to chat and practice their English every 5 minutes. It was sweet and made us feel quite privileged, so we stopped everytime.

After a shopping mall break so I wouldn’t murder someone due to feeling extremely sweaty and uncomfortable, we popped our noses around the French district and went to see the Opera. Seeing how the old quarter of Hanoi is a swarm of motorbikes and ramshackle buildings clobbered together selling the best food of your life or knock-off ‘ North Face’ gear, going to the French quarter feels weird. There’s western designer brands all over the place (which barely anyone living here could afford), beautifully embellished hotels, and very expensive cars that could not even fit width-wise in the streets of the old quarter. The opera is crazy though, built to copy the building in Paris. But bizarre.

For lunch, we had Bun Cha which was recommended by one of the adults who had stopped us for a chat to practice her English. Apparently, disclaimer alert, there’s a scam that they ask you to practice their English and then take you to a coffee shop and then make you pay and or rob you. Please don’t follow strangers anywhere, no matter how nice they are.

Anyway, we ate sat down on impossibly low chairs in the middle of an alleyway between two buildings. Fans screwed onto the walls. They only serve one thing here, Bun Cha, so you nod at the man and say if you want 1 or 2, and they appear at your table. It was absolutely delicious and we were positively giggling with how mental and incredible this was already. We were also very sweaty.

After more walking around and a shower, we went on a food and fresh beer tour we’d booked on AirBnb. Thanh was our guide, a 36 year old who loved Korean and South Asian movies, and who had moved to Hanoi from Saigón a few years ago with his wife and child (“most people don’t call it Ho Chinh Minh city”) . Our first stop in this tour was, bizarrely, a sports centre for retired Vietnamese people where they could play tennis, swim, and exercise for free. And between the hours of 4 and 6pm, served authentic fresh beer to any of those who knew about its existence. It was packed full of older Vietnamese men, carrying jugs from the bar to their wobbly plastic tables, then coming back for an array of snacks that they could munch on as a reward for (I guess?) all that sport they had been doing. We were able to grab a table in the covered outside area when it started to rain so hard that I thought the ceiling would collapse on itself. Water was coming down strongly, and it started to flood - but folks just moved their tables and chairs to a dry spot and continued drinking. Thanh also told us that it wasn’t unusual to see veterans of the Vietnam/American war here, drinking a beer and nibbling on a sesame cracker, but they were few and far in between. The oldest he'd seen? 101. They gave him his beer in his own sippy cup. What a country .

Once the rain abated (after numerous glasses of the fresh beer, which is mostly a Hanoi thing, beer that is unpasteurised, brought about when the french banned Rice Wine and the Vietnamese figured out how to make their own beer), we moved to the next place. We hopped from bar to bar, hearing more about Thanh’s life and about Vietnam and drinking and snacking non stop. The last place, once we got close to 9pm, was the bar where he’d met his now wife. There, apart from beer and spring rolls, we were offered a bottle of plum rice wine, served from a repurposed coke bottle. Kinda tough.

We stumbled home, strategically stopping at Circle K’s or Highland Coffees on the way to cool down with the AC (this will become a regular occurrence during our time in Vietnam) and purchase some water or just have a sit. After a refreshing shower, it was time for bed.

We were going to have to get used to this weather… Spoiler alert: I never did.

[the-good-projxct]

Feb 16th, 2024 (technically Feb 17)

12.07 am Listening to Clouds by Jon Vinyl. Sitting in my bedroom in Karen, Kendi beside me. 

Wow. I am here. I am in Nairobi. I felt the Nairobi sun. What a ride. I lost a day through my travels and my body has no idea what to do with that. My feet are swollen, my tummy is bloated and I have little appetite. I am in awe or lowkey cringing at people that jet set all the time because, ummm you okay? Or maybe I am just not built for long trips around the world. I don’t want to do a trip like that for another two years. I will do it one more time for Mayor of Sligotown’s graduation. Then that’s it. I got to Frankfurt at 7am their time but it was around  1am in Montreal. I chilled there for 3 hours, did some writing, a face mask, stretched, had a really Gøod latte then boarded to Nairobi. The Nairobi flight was cool, I switched my seat to sit in a more spacey area since the flight wasnt full. I slept really well. Those cbd edibles definitely helped. I got to Nairobi earlier than I expected so I waited for a little bit. I didn’t mind because I was enjoying my senses. Like the smell of Nairobi is it’s own, from the airport. It’s like you can smell the lushness. Kendi and the driver picked me up.  Reithi pulled up for a hug. I enjoyed the drive, like it felt surreal. I did it. I am here. I pulled off the unbelievable. I kinda didn’t fully grasp that I would do this. It’s like it fully sank in on the drive. I was a bit sad my Munene was not at the airport. I mean, life be like that. But every other time I flew into Kenya, he’s been among the first faces I see. I got to Karen and SweSwe was still up. It was so nice to see her at home. I love this home and I forgot how much it means to me. The feelings came flooding back. Childhood photos of me scattered around different walls, art pieces I’ve seen since I was a baby. I could walk corner to corner of this big ol’ house blindfolded and find my way. I am home. I fell asleep pretty early and woke up early. Am I a morning person in Nairobi? Hmm lets see. Maybe because most of the house sleeps pretty early so I am likely to as well. And the house is up mad early so I am likely to be as well. I like that. Today I got up and decided to do a little phone adventure. What an adventure. I walked to Karen Hub. It’s a bit of a walk but I wanted to feel at home. The walk was so Gøod. So Green. So lush. It just felt amazing to walk in such lushness with the sun warming my skin. It took about 4 hrs and a lot of running around back and forth to get a new sim card. Shout out to Reithi for coming in clutch. I took a motorbike already because I needed to go home and get my ID and come back to the phone shop and its quite a walk. Anyway, the bike ride was lit. I was watching kites fly overhead as I zoomed through the backroads. Life is Gøod. Now I have a Nairobi # and a data plan so I can do things. I need to sort my ID and mpesa in the next few weeks. I came home, napped, unpacked, chilled with the women in the house then came up here. I love that this is primarily a woman's house plus one baby boy. He and I became fast friends because…me and toddlers just click dawg. I ate matoke and wahlahi, I savoured it. I can’t beleive I have access to my real real life again. I’m not wishing for it, I am living it. Diasporic living is always wishing for things you cannot have. So yeah, its been one day & I am back to being a Nairobae, even ate a smokie. Life is Gøod. Ase. Ase. Ase.

[mr-buffosaur]

When i was young

When i was a young strapping lad i went out into town the virgin megastore in darling harbour, i wasn't sure why at the time, but i knew in time. I would know.

I took the monorail from some point in the city to darling harbour. And i remember there was a man on there with a balding head saying, they dont milk them like they use to. I laughed.

Once in the virgin megastore, i said loudly because i was a brash young lad,where is the virgins. Then a man came up to me and said i was the virgin so i left. I walked for a fair bit of time, and i ended up at some pub, a guy in there said something and i spun around and left.

I think i headed home after that not sure really,

That was the day my mum told my friend sooty that i was an enigma and good old sooty heard it differently and he never spoke to my mum again. A few years later he told me about what my mum had said. I said what she really said and that he miss heard her. He cryed.

That day coincidentally, i got so drunk i had an accident and my dad came to pick me up, but he left me there because he didn't want a drunk son, so sooty wanted to return me to my mum, and apologise to her, as he wrote a letter as an anonymous tip, im not sure why though. We walked from our mate al's house to mine, in about a days time,but your see us kids back then where more fun and free spirited, we just did those things. Not like today's kids, who sit at home and play with their mashedpotao and wine. We smoked cigarettes. And drank coffee. These kids with their prime will never no the bliss. My pal al had rose tattoo's first album, so we would go to his house alot.

He would always tell us how he stole it from a shop because they had some records out the front, we all thought about dobing him in, but never did. Would of been funny. Once that record was on his turn table we would sit and listen, it was that good. His speakers were loud the fun was had. Once sooty brought over a Metallica record and did it suck, later on everyone and their dads became Metallica fans. I still never understood why. They were always kinda strange people. But i did like the sandman song. I use to play it in my car, and that car was Australian made. They don't make them here anymore. Nothing is.

Once all my friends went to manly to swim. But al, sooty and i got very high and climbed a hill and found a stone kangaroo statue, it was up there just looking out over the beach, we where in awe. We made up storys of how it got their, like some monster turned it to stone. In reality some guy build it a very long time ago and its just been there ever since, if you are ever in manly you should pay a visit to the kangaroo.

In high school, we had a party on the school oval. Our old mate duncan drove, since he wanted to show of his car, but we didn't have batteries for our cassette player radio thing, since we spent all our money on beer and stuff. So we used his car to listen to music,but it must of killed the battery or something. So when school came on Monday the car was still there, and our principal was so pissed he peed on the car. Danny was in big trouble. Never saw him again. Im not sure why, but it could of been the time al and i called the cops and said he had drugs or a gun or something, maybe it something more funny but i had forgotten. Actually it was the night we had the party. Maybe he couldn't move the car because he got arrested. But there are more important things to think about. Like that time sooty, al and i went to blacktown because there were some cool shops there, and we went into newsagent because al wanted a magazine or something but i realised i didn't want to spend money so i grabbed a magazine, i think it was a motorbike one or something and left and the guy saw me and came out, so i told him i was blind and got lost, he let me off easy but i had to pay, but the thing is, if i was blind why was i buying a magazine.

Anyway enough reminiscing time for me. I need to milk the lawn and mow the cow

Bye 👋

[captainexplody]

Minibike Madness

Charles Gutteral is the Minibike King, man. He drives his minibike everywhere. If he has to go down to the shops and pick up some groceries or other goods, he hops on one of his minibikes, usually the one he's customised himself in order to add more storage space to the front and the back. Some naysayers would say it looks like one of those bicycles with the basket on the front, and he tells them to go fuck themselves, that's not what it's like at all. It's a cool minibike with loads of storage room and it's perfect for going to the shops with.

If he ever needs to pick up one of his friends from the pub or from the train station for example, he pops a side car onto his minibike and off he goes. Unfortunately he was unable to find a sidecar that would fit appropriately onto the side of his minibike, so he had to settle for a regular motorbike sized sidecar. Fortunately for Charles Gutteral, however, his minibikes are powerful enough to drive around with a full sized sidecar attached to them.

See, Charles Gutteral takes his minibikes seriously, man. Serious as a heart attack, get it? He has seventeen different minibikes that he's been working on for most of his life. He has a minibike for every occasion, so long as the occasion could conceivably involve a minibike into it somehow. He has a minibike for mountaineering, he has a minibike with skiis on it so it can go down a snowy mountain (or potentially drive across a lake or similar sort of body of water if he's able to reach the necessary velocity (which he often can because his minibikes go really fast) )

Sure, his wife left him because of all the time he spends on his minibikes. That's what he would assume would have happened if he had a wife, but he doesn't. He's too busy driving and/or working on his minibikes to have time for talking to a woman, much less asking that woman to live with him in his minibike house. I mean lets be honest, he lives in a really big garage, right? There's seventeen minibikes in it, for Gods sake.

You're probably asking yourself, does Charles Gutteral sleep with the minibikes? (I have a very limited knowledge of what other people might think, so maybe I'm making a really big leap here, but honestly I can't imagine anyone wondering anything other than this by this point) and the answer is yes, technically. I mean he doesn't fuck them or anything, he's not putting his penis in the exhaust pipe or anything, that doesn't happen. C'mon now man, what's wrong with you? Who does that? What I mean is, sometimes he's working on a minibike up in his 'bedroom' which is just another room like all the other rooms in his house, a room covered in minibike parts, and when it comes night time he just falls asleep where he is, pulling a grease covered rag over him to keep him warm, and yeah sometimes when he falls asleep there's a minibike beside him, and he puts his arm around it and cuddles it. Yeah sure, sometimes that happens. Is that a crime? You got a problem with that? It's people like you that make me disgusted in the human race, y'know. A man can't even go to sleep beside a minibike that he's been working on for days and put his arm around it while he sleeps to cuddle it but in a totally platonic manner anymore, huh? You sicken me.

Anyway so Charles Gutteral loves minibikes, is what I'm saying. That's it.

[tsukimiszero]

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙁𝙞𝙭𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙐𝙥 𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙁𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 - 𝙏𝙤𝙠𝙮𝙤 𝙍𝙚𝙫

Characters: Takashi Mitsuya, Ken Ryuguji (Draken), Sano Manjiro (Mikey)

A/N: I’ve seen a lot of “you fixing them” but I feel like there’s less of them fixing  you up.  I hope they weren’t too cheesy and I hope they were in character. Also thank you for 100+ notes on my last one I was not expecting that! T-T

Status: proof-read

𝙏𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞 𝙈𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙮𝙖

- I feel like he’d be very nurturing

- He’d have all the right stuff to help since he has siblings

- Probably force you to not move tbh

- knows you can handle yourself but wished you had asked for help in fighting

- picks up the phone as soon as you call, and arrives where you are on his motorbike as fast as he can

“y/n hold still,” he said holding a alcohol wipe to the scratch on your cheek. 

It took you all your willpower to not go red at how concentrated he was on your face. You looked everywhere but his eyes. 

“Sorry, am I too close?” he said noticing your fidgeting. 

“No, no it’s fine,” you answered. “I’m sorry if this is too much trouble for you, I actually can do this on my own,” 

You lifted your hand to take the wipe from him, to which he moved his hand out of reach before you could grab it.

“Ah ah, no I’m fine with helping you, I’m actually happy you decided to come and ask for help, it’s quite out of character for you,” he teased. 

“I’m regretting it now,” you thought out-loud. 

“Why’s that? Am I that bad of a doctor?” Mitsuya’s purple eyes met yours as he started to wipe the other parts of your face. 

“No, it’s just you have so much to do, and it’s like two in the morning and you’re here helping me, when you could be sleeping so you can be energized for tomorrow,” you rambled as you winced. The alcohol wipes stung your cuts but after it felt cool. 

“Sorry I know it hurts, but I’m almost done, just gotta do this one on your knee,” Mitsuya informed now focusing more on your knee, which had a hole in the pant leg. 

To be clear, you kicked the captain of a no name gangs ass when he catcalled you, but two of his goons were there which made it more of feat. Nothing you couldn’t handle though. 

“Why didn’t you ask me for help?” Mitsuya said finishing up on your knee and putting a band-aid on it. He looked into your eyes for an answer. 

“Uh, here I am? I asked for help didn’t I?”

“No, I mean with the people you fought,” 

“Oh. I just told you why anyways, you’re busy Kashi’ you have stuff that’s more important,” you replied. 

“y/n, you’re always my first priority okay? At least when you’re potentially in danger or hurt,” Mitsuya said comforting you. 

“Only if I’m in danger or if I’m hurt?” you ask provokingly. 

“You know what I mean,” he said getting up and hugging you. “You’re not moving from this couch until morning by the way,” 

“But my par-”

“Nope, you can tell them you’re sleeping over,”

𝙆𝙚𝙣 𝙍𝙮𝙪𝙜𝙪𝙟𝙞 (𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣)

- He’d come across condescending but that’s only because he cares about you

- proud of you for kicking ass though

- probably would have to take you to get the stuff from the pharmacy first though

- would wonder why you were calling him at two in the morning

 - then he’d be all protective mode when he finds out you were hurt

- “who’s ass do I have to kick” “I already handled it, Kenny” 

The cool air blew softly on your face as you sat on the curb waiting for your boyfriend to come out of the shop. You played with pebbles while you waited, throwing them, though you couldn’t see how far you threw them, the light from the shop only helped you see so far. 

“It’s unsanitary to be touching the dirt what if it gets in one of your cuts y/n,” Draken said sitting down beside you. “You should’ve called me, I could’ve handled it,” 

And here it was, Draken being over protective. You loved him for it of course but when you’d find yourself in difficult situations you always would rather to get out of it yourself, which was to Draken’s dismay. He always got a little irritated, though only because he was worried. 

“I did call you, and here you are,” you said in a matter-of-factly tone. “Plus, I kicked their asses ok? I just got cuts and bruises here and there,” 

“Exactly. You shouldn’t have to get cuts and bruises,” Draken grunted pulling out the antiseptic wipes. 

“What do you think I can’t handle myself?” you question. 

“No, of course not,” Draken replied, taking your leg and putting it across his lap and starting to clean the cuts. “I would just rather you not get hurt that’s all,” he mumbles. 

“Aw Kenny boy that’s sweet,” you patronized.

“Don’t call me that,” he scoffed. He looked up at you. “I just can’t have anything happen to you okay?” 

You were surprised, Draken wasn’t the most sentimental type so you assumed that was probably hard for him to say, so you decide to give a somewhat serious answer.  

“I’m not going anywhere, which might even be worse for you,” you joked. 

He finished off cleaning on your one leg. “Yeah it probably is,” he provoked pushing your leg off of his lap. 

“Meanie,” you said pouting.

“Eh, you said you kicked their asses though?” he asked smirking.

“Of course, they’re not gonna show their faces around here again” 

𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙧𝙤 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙤 (𝙈𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙮)

- He’d be pouty that you didn’t ask him for help when fighting lol

- definitely does not have the stuff to fix you up

- goes into pharmacy and insists you stay outside to wait

- only gets band-aids and forgets alcohol wipes

- complains pharmacy is expenses

- then goes onto say he doesn’t care though he’d spend every last penny on you

- which is about 10 cents/j

- when cleaning scratches on your face he kisses your nose randomly

- vows to get revenge for you

“Why are alcohol wipes three dollars, don’t you think that’s a little pricey? There’s only 5 in this pack,” your boyfriend complained as he took a seat on the bench beside you. “Though, I’m happy to spend it on you,”

“Aren’t I lucky,” you teased him. 

“Yes, I even got you special band-aids, they’re your f/c,” Mikey beamed holding them up to your face. He ripped open an alcohol wipe and cupped your face with one hand and got to work with the other. 

“Why didn’t you ask me to come help you?” He asked, as a little pout showed on his features. 

“Because I had it handled even though it would’ve been funny to see you drop kick them across the parking lot,” you chuckled. 

“I would’ve done more than that, especially since they hurt you,” Mikey commented. 

Out of nowhere he placed a kiss on your nose. You grew red at this random action of affection, and stuck your tongue out at him when he backed away. 

“You loved it, now let me clean the cuts on your leg y/n-chan,” he instructed motioning his hands towards himself so you’d put your leg up on the bench. 

You swung your leg onto the bench, though it ached a bit. “Thanks, Mikey,” 

“No problem, I’m always here,” Mikey said. “After this we should go get food,” 

“I don’t think anything is open Mikey, and also if alcohol wipes are expensive how are we to afford food?” 

“I will always have money for food,” 

“That is why I’m dating you,” you said as you poked his cheek. 

“That’s rude y/n-chan” he said puffing his cheeks out. 

“I’m joking of course,” you said. 

“Good, since you made that comment you’re paying for food,” 

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[introvert--weeb]

Tokyo Revengers Boys with a s/o who competes in dirt bike competitions

Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, Baji

TW: none

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Mikey

Mikey would only find out when he had come around to your house for the first time.

You had left your boyfriend in your room alone as you went to collect some refreshments for the two of you. Mikey had taken this as an opportunity to look at the stuff you had displayed on your shelves.

Books, mangas, the usual stuff he would expect in a middle schoolers room. That was until he noticed the trophies you had standing together on the shelf over your desk.

Curiosity got the better of him as Mikey reached out to take one of them to inspect. Just as his hand connected with the nearest one, the door to your room opened to reveal you with your arms filled with packets of snacks.

"You wanna look at them?" Even though you had caught the blond snooping, you weren't in the slightest annoyed. In fact, you hated to admit that a bubble of pride had surfaced in your chest at the fact he was trying to look at your trophies.

Mikey simply nodded, bringing the one trophy in his hand off the shelf so that he could examine the engraving. It surprised him to see that it was a first place award for a dirt bike MX race. After all, you didn't have a bike, right?

"You ride dirt bikes?" You simply gave a grin before confirming that you in fact did.

The rest of his time at your house was spent with you showing off your dirt bike and explaining all of your trophies. Mikey would be a proud boyfriend at your accomplishments, so much so where he bragged about you to most of Toman.

Will be the type of boyfriend who will drag his friends to your races just to cheer you on. He will always wait at the finish point to congratulate you, your favourite snack in hand.

Draken

You had gone to visit your amazing boyfriend at his bike shop, a bento made with care tucked in your backpack. This was a regular occurrence, so much so where Draken would be disappointed if you didn't come over as you had other things to do.

As you were off to practice for the next MX race taking place in a few weeks, you had decided to ride your dirt bike to the shop. Not thinking how Draken had yet to see your precious baby, you simply parked it right outside the shop opening.

"Kenny? Babe, I've brought you a bento!" You called out to the male, noticing his head pop up from behind some shelves of tools. You noticed how his eyes lit up when you had mentioned the bento, a small giggle escaping past your lips. He reminded you a little of young Mikey sometimes.

"Thanks babe," Draken placed a quick peck on your cheek, hands taking the box from your own before his eyes caught sight of your bike. Confused, he made his way towards the vehicle before looking around for the owner, even more confused when no-one but you had turned up.

"You like her?" You smirked in amusement at Draken's face as realisation hit him. His eyes widened slightly and he was speechless. He could never have guessed that his partner was into extreme sports like dirt bikes. "Anyway, Ken, I really need to head off to the track soon."

"Didn't realised you rode. When were you gonna tell me about this, huh?" You simply grinned sheepishly at your boyfriend, his amused smirk making your heart skip a beat. Your heart couldn't handle how much you loved the former delinquent.

After your 'secret' had been revealed to your bike loving boyfriend, he would accompany you when he could spare the time to watch you ride around the course. When you had races, he would attend each one, either by himself or with some of the other former Toman members.

Super proud boyfriend. He would provide free check ups for your bike, even adding his signature dragon tattoo on the sides so you are reminded of him every time you are riding.

Mitsuya

Mitsuya was planning on surprising you by turning up at your house unannounced, expecting you to be in your room doing some studying or more likely, binging your favourite show. After all, it was a Saturday and that is how you would spend your days without any plans.

So he was seriously surprised to turn up and find you tinkering with your bike, making sure that the parts were all in working condition. You didn't seem to notice your boyfriend pull up a few feet away from where you were working, your mind focused solely on the checks you had to complete.

"What you doing, sweetheart?" Mitsuya called out to you, trying to hide the amusement he felt when you jumped out of your skin. You seriously weren't expecting anyone to break your concentration, especially not your boyfriend. While it melted your heart that the boy had taken the time to come and visit you, you were trying to use your spare time to prepare for the upcoming MX race.

"Just making sure my bike is in competing condition..." You mumbled, glancing over to the purple haired male as he titled his head to the side a little. Since when did you ride? And especially a dirt bike? Competing? Too many questions were filling Mitsuya's head at what you had replied with.

"Competing?" Turning your attention away from the machine towards Takashi, you gave a small smile as your mind relaxed. You felt like you could breathe now that your loving boyfriend was around and your thoughts weren't filled with what ifs.

"There's an upcoming race that I have entered. I just need to make sure my bike is in good enough condition to ride," and with that explanation, a small smile graced the boy's face. He had a mixture of feelings bubbling inside him; part of him was proud that you rode as well, but another part was concerned over you getting hurt.

The conversation you both had revolved around your riding and racing experience, explaining how you had won a few small competitions when you were younger and just carried on the hobby. Your eyes seemed to shine the more you recollected memories of your past races, Mitsuya noted. His heart fluttered as he watched how enthusiastic you were when talking about dirt bike riding.

When the race had come along, Mitsuya had convinced a few members of Toman to join him and his sisters in cheering you on. Would even design and make you a jacket for you to wear when riding. Proud boyfriend when he heard his friends say how good you were and even more when you had come in first. Quick to check you over for injuries and provide you with a bottle of water. His sisters thought it was so cool and insisted on coming along to watch you practice in the future.

Baji

You seemed to be getting more and more random bruises on your arms and legs, Baji noticed. He wasn't so much concerned as he was curious on where they were coming from. Were you out beating up gangs all on your own without him? If so, you had a lot of explaining to do as he would love to get in on that action.

Instead of asking you about them, he decided he would follow you in case his assumption was right and he could jump in to help. You had left school not that long ago, your boyfriend riding his motorbike while you clung to the back of him. Bidding you a usual goodbye with a kiss to your forehead, he was quick to hide himself and his bike behind a wall once you had entered your house.

It was really only a gamble if you would leave the house again. Baji knew this but his curiosity was keeping him there. However, the gamble paid off as you finally left your home on your bike.

That is what surprised the boy. You had never said you could ride. In fact, you usually rode behind him on his bike when you both went out for late night rides together. If he had known you could ride, he might have insisted on you riding your bike alongside him. After all, you both could race each other around Shinjuku.

Starting up his own bike again, he followed behind you as you were heading to your destination. The more he observed you on your bike, he could tell that you had been riding for a while. But he also noticed how your bike was different from the ones he and the others at Toman rode.

You arrived at the practice area you would frequently visit on your bike. Being a Freestyle dirt bike rider meant that you had to spend a lot of time perfecting your jumps and flips. Adjusting your helmet, you revved your bike and sped down the ramps, gaining enough momentum to send you in the air long enough to do your trick.

Baji had stopped a little way away from you, close enough where he could clearly watch you but out of sight so you didn't get distracted by seeing him. After all, he wasn't meant to be there. He couldn't believe him eyes though when he saw you performing some of the flips. You were amazing in his eyes, especially when you successfully landed. So this must be where your bruises were coming from.

The next day at school, Baji had confessed to you that he had followed you and saw you practicing on your bike. At first you were embarrassed, especially when he was gushing about how cool you were when completing your flips. Especially with how you were still so young and able to do these insane feats.

The next freestyle competition you had entered, Baji had dragged Chifuyu with him to support you and watch how amazing you were. While you didn't win, Baji couldn't be more proud of you and congratulated you for competing by peppering kisses all over your face. Definitely a boyfriend who would brag to anyone who would listen.

[wri0thesley]

yet another neighbor au thought on this rainy evening: mahito offers to give you a ride home from the coffee shop after close since it's going to rain but you both get caught in it anyway on his motorbike and run laughing and soaking wet into the apartment building. while you're standing in the elevator giggly and breathless, you can't help but notice the way the wet t-shirt under his jacket is clinging to him... the raindrops dripping off his pretty eyelashes and running down his scarred face... unfortunately when the elevator doors open on your floor, sukuna gets an eyeful of you with you back pressed against the mirrored wall, lips locked with mahito's and his hand halfway up your very wet and see-through work blouse.

You don't know how you've never noticed how pretty Mahito is before. His eyes two different colours, long-lashed - lips inviting, grin wicked. You're staring at him, and Mahito is no stranger to being stared at like that.

Your eyes keep guiltily dipping to beneath the leather of his jacket, where the white shirt shows off a surprisingly muscled abdomen - before they guiltily move back up. Mahito's willing to bet that if he were to press a smooth, cool hand to your cheek you'd be burning up.

You think he makes the first move. You're not too sure, actually - still a little too dazzled by the motorbike and the sudden rainfall and Mahito's pretty eyes, the feel of your arms wrapped around him whilst the machine below you whirred into life and you thought about how much you were playing with fire. It doesn't matter, of course - whether you or Mahito make the first move, suddenly your back is pressing against cold mirror (certain to leave a wet imprint in the shape of you, how soaking wet the sudden storm has left you), and Mahito's arms are wrapped around you and those soft, tempting lips are practically devouring yours.

He tastes a little strange; like rain and cigarettes and metal and perhaps even blood, as if there's something inside of him that longs to get out - but he kisses you like he knows your body as well as you know it. Those big hands, wrists bisected with stitch tattoos, run down the length of you until he's clinging to your hips with the force of someone who would rather be holding them in different circumstances. One of those hands slips inside your shirt (when did the buttons become undone?) and cups your breast, thumb working over your nipple even through the lace of your bra. Your eyelashes flutter. You don't even think about the cameras that you know are installed in the corner of the elevator--

The only thing that breaks the spell is a the ring of a bell, the sound of sliding doors, and a cough from a familiar voice that niggles in the back of your head. Mahito's lips peel from yours with reluctance; and your face goes hot and your heart beats double time as you see that Sukuna is stood by the elevator door with Yuuji peeking around his legs with his eyes as wide as saucers.

"Some of us," Sukuna says, his voice low and rough and gravelly, "have groceries to shop for, and need to use the elevator for reasons that aren't canoodling."

You self-consciously pet at your hair, smooth down your clothes. Mahito's grin as he looks at Sukuna is lazy but triumphant. You realize that Sukuna is carefully, steadfastly looking anywhere but at you - and you think what a gentleman he is, to not want to see you in this state of deshabille. It must be embarrassing for him, you think, to have to live next to you and interact with you after catching you like this--

(You don't for one moment entertain that there might be other factors at play here, like how much Sukuna would like to have been in Mahito's place).

"Sorry," Mahito drawls. He looks at you, grin tugging at the corner of his pretty mouth, the stitch tattoos distorted by the expression. Once again you wonder how you've never noticed just how attractive he is. He speaks your name like a question, followed by; "Do you mind if I crash at your place for an hour or so and . . . dry off a little?"

You jump into action. Your smile is bright as you take his arm and tug him out of the elevator, giving a wave to Yuuji as you pass.

"Don't worry about it," you tell Mahito - and then, shyly; "You can stay the night, if you want?"

Behind you, Sukuna has the small mercy of not having done his grocery shopping yet; if he had, and his arms were laden with goods, he's certain that they would all have been hurled into the mirror opposite him in anger. And he certainly doesn't need any more bad luck.

[startanewdream]

For @sweeethinny, inspired by her drawing of Lily's dress for the celebration of her 25th wedding anniversary, because I couldn't think of anything else since I saw her beautiful drawing:

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“This one looks nice.”

“Nah, it’s too thick. You have tiny fingers.”

“What about that pair then?”

“Too thin. It looks like a keychain.”

“And I’m guessing that one is too fancy?”

“You know me all too well, Lils.”

She shakes her head, more amused than anything after three days into their shopping spree. For a pair of wedding rings.

Everything else went smoothly on their wedding plans. They agreed on the venue upon first visit and the date they wanted was available. They decided on the wedding cake and the decoration and even the template for the invitations—the designer didn’t understand the stag and doe, but didn’t ask many questions either—, including the type of paper. Lily picked her wedding dress on the first store she visited, to her friends’ dismay. James got his suit approved by Sirius on the second try, which was considered a success.

Until they went shopping for their wedding rings and then they realized that there were multiple options of wedding rings and surprisingly none of them seemed to fit.

“We can just craft one,” she mumbles to him while the kind sellswoman runs to present them another set of wedding rings.

“It could be…” James mumbles, unsure, and Lily can’t blame him. She is also starting to think they won’t ever find the perfect ring. Until— “Hey! Those are cool!”

Lily follows the direction of his gaze. James is looking at another shelf, one that wasn’t presented for them and Lily knows exactly why as soon as she notices the rings there.

“We can’t have those, James,” she tells him patiently. “See the silver band around them?”

“Yeah, that’s what I liked! It reminds me of the rings my parents had.”

“They would have. The silver is to represent their 25th wedding anniversary.”

“How come?”

“Oh, you don’t know? Each anniversary of a wedding is associated with some type of gift. The first year is cotton, I think. The most known are 25th and 50th anniversaries. Silver is for 25th, golden is for 50th.”

“But wedding rings are already made of gold.”

Lily shrugs. “I don’t know, it’s just the way it is. It’s cute to think your parents had a wedding ring with a silver band, some couples add the silver to their wedding ring for celebration.”

“Why can’t we have one of those now anyway? I’m planning to stay married with you all my life, and that includes all wedding anniversaries.”

Warmth spreads through her body. Lily blames the easiness in James’ voice; he is not trying to declare his love for her in his sentence, he is speaking as it is obvious they will be together, as if he can’t fathom his life otherwise.

It’s nice to imagine them 10, 25, 50 years in the future, growing old together.

“Let’s save those rings for our 25th wedding anniversary,” she tells him, placing a soft kiss on his lips. “And hopefully find our perfect wedding rings so we can get married in the first place.”

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The bells ring at the small church at Godric’s Hollow and Lily feels back to 25 years ago, standing nervously at the doors of the church, holding her father’s arm. It had been silly to feel any fear then, because she had been sure about her decision to marry James, young as they were, and it’s even sillier now, but she can’t help the quick beating of her heart.

“You know, you can still give up,” Sirius tells her, smirking, as he offers her arm to her. “I can lend you my motorbike, it’s parked outside.”

“You are 25 years late in your proposition, Padfoot,” she replies, grinning as well, and he winks at her as the doors of the church open.

It’s a Wednesday night and the church is almost empty save for Lily and James’ closest friends and family. She gets a quick glimpse of Harry waving at her from the first row of seats, but then, just like it happened all those years ago, once Lily meets James’ eyes, she can’t see anyone else.

Twenty-five years ago she didn’t doubt she still wanted to be with him and she still doesn’t.

“You look beautiful,” he tells her, his whisper carrying through the church and making their guests chuckle with the obvious adoration in his voice.

James is oblivious to anything else but her; he raises his hand, running it from her cheeks to her shoulder and down to her bare arms before he intertwines their fingers, and when his gaze falls to the slit that shows her leg, he winks at Lily with an expression that seems better fitted to their upcoming second honeymoon.

And then, just like in the first time, she can’t really focus on the ceremony.

“Your wedding rings?” the priest asks, and James glances at their son. Harry rushes to give him a velvet box that seems strangely worn out and dusty.

When James opens the box, Lily sees a pair of shiny new wedding rings, the gold and the silver intertwined in a delicate pattern. There is something strangely familiar about those rings, but not what she expected.

“Those aren’t our original wedding rings,” she notes, surprised. James grins.

“No, these are the ones we first saw in that jewelry store the day we bought our first wedding rings.”

“You went back there to buy them? I thought that store had closed years ago.”

“Oh, it did. I went back to buy them the same day, right after you got home.”

“You did? Why?”

“I told you we would still be married in 25 years. I kept them all those years waiting for this moment.”

“Oh, James…” She pulls him closer, kissing him even though the ceremony is still not over. There are giggles and sighes, but Lily feels only James’ lips and that happiness she associates with him for more than twenty-five years. “All I want is 25 more years with you.”

“And then 25 more?”

“As long as we can have it. Until the end.”