#I remember trying to get the rubber band ball

[angrybatgaming]

Bully...a game I haven't played in FOREVER. It was on sale for $8, so I got it.

I remember when my mom first got it for me back in middle/high school, in hopes of me at least figuring why I got bullied. :D Never did! Because the protagonist never picks on people for liking animals or for being a bit sensitive. At least from what I can remember.

What I DEFINITELY REMEMBER is the bugs. Like getting stuck in a Christmas tree afyer helping a homeless Santa gain more kids than the actual paid Santas. Or the time I tried to give a prep girl flowers and got stuck in the gifting pose for an awkward 30 minutes before she slapped me with the flowers I offered. I also remember one girl who looked A LOT LIKE ME AND JUST FEELING WEIRD ABOUT SOME OF THE ACCURACIES ABOUT THIS CHARACTER. Ah, memories. Never finished the game. I'll make more of an effort this time.

I don't look forward to the school-related minigames other than the photography ones. If those are even included in this.

[in-som-niyah]

ok i’ve been having this thought for a while… since jason is so attentive what are some things he would do that makes reader’s life easier??? like i see him as such an acts of service man like if all else fails he will make sure you’re never out of your fav tea or something idk im sorry if this doesn’t make sense 😭😭

"I Do, I Do, I Do"

A/N: digging myself out of a depressive episode with this one + this is my first fic after my long ass hiatus so pls be nice to me im trying

Attentive!Jason Todd will pay so much attention to you you would think he has a camera on you 24/7 and watching your every move.

Jason would remember the big things, like anniversaries and birthdays, but also days of the year when he knows you need the most support from him. If a parent/guardian/loved one died on a specific day/time of year he's attuned to your emotional needs and keeps up with your physical ones (like food and sleep) so you can focus on being ok again. (i am NOT projecting chat)

Jason would also remember the little things, like your favourite tiny spoon, the way you prefer spearmint to wintermint in gum and toothpaste, the way you compulsively brush your hair to the side when your bangs get too long, when it's time for you to leave a social situation. He's just always looking at you and around you to make sure you're happy and smiling when you wave back at him form across the room.

If you have health problems, Jason would never in his life let you run out of meds or whatever you need to combat your illness. The massage gun is always charged, heating pad always available, hot water bottles on standby, compression socks/arm bands at your disposal, everything. He doesn't wait for it to get bad either, he's picked up on your cues so well that he can almost predict a disaster before you do.

Speaking of prediction, he also knows that if you're not off work and in the apartment by a certain time, to start the laundry, dishes and order in/cook a quick dinner because he knows you'll come home a tense ball of stress and worry.

Jason who almost exclusively wears a specific type of softer fabric when you're around him because he loves it when you bury your face in his chest and rest your head on his bicep.

(For the short girlies) Jason who puts rubber corner protectors on the corners of your countertops and tables because you always bash your hips into them when you aren't paying attention.

Jason who does the laundry before you wake up in the morning and folds your clothes exactly the way you do because he knows you're particular about it & doesnt want you to stress about it in the morning.

Jason who puts gas in your car and repairs it himself or sends it to the bats to fix when he can't (he would never admit it though).

Jason who notices your favourite brands of food and makes sure they're always stocked (you're convinced it's witchcraft the way things don't run out)

Jason who just loves you. That's it. That's all. Just love. In any and all ways he can. All the time. In all conditions. In all situations. Patient. Loving. Kind.

[buff-daddy-cole]

HOLY SHIT LLOYD'S BLOG FROM DARKLEYS

TRANSCRIPT:

Part 1

Today was almost the best day of my life. I was eating my breakfast when a package came from my grandmummy and it was filled with bright, sticky candy! At my boarding school for bad boys it's REALLY, REALLY hard to get any candy or fun toys because they're always busy teaching us how to pull tricks and take over the world and stuff. I was about to smush my face full of candy when that bully Finn saw me and his face had a big smirk on it. He got up from his seat at the next table over and grabbed the candy away, using his powers to turn it into crawly bugs and worms. 'Disgusting!' I yelled, 'HEYYY, MY CANDY!' He laughed, looking around at his friends, and then he pointed to his t-shirt that read 'Evil Geniuses Don't Cry.' Everyone was laughing. I had to get out of there before he decided to stick me in the trash bin again.

I hid in an empty classroom and thought of a plan. What was the word for that called? I have to try and remember all the words from my Villain Vocabulary List. Plotted, that's right. So I sat right there and plotted. I was going to leave Darkley's Boarding School for Bad Boys and never come back, AND I was going to get more candy. Everyone knows the first rule of any mission is to dress really scary, so I picked the lock on the teacher's closet and found an extra cape and a black helmet to wear. There were also some stuff the teachers took away from us, like a rubber band, rubber snakes, and a soccer ball. Rubber Snakes! That was it! They looked just like Serpentine. HISSS!

Part 2

The best candy store is in Jamanakai Village, so of course I snagged a wheelbarrow and loaded it up. I got lollipops, gooey taffy, sugar straws, EVERYTHING! I threw the snakes at the villagers watching me. People hid and were scared. This is great, I thought, I’m going to have all the candy in Jamanakai and get a SUGARRRR HIGH! What would Finn think now, huh? Then those stupid Ninja had to show up, saying the snakes were fakes. They yelled at me for stealing. Before I knew it, people were throwing rotten vegetables at me, and those Ninja tied me up to a sign. This was just like Finn all over again. I felt a single tear fall on my cheek, but then I thought that Finn might be right about one thing – evil geniuses don’t cry! I am Lloyd Garmadon, son of Lord Garmadon and future ruler of the world!

I wandered through the Glacier Barrens to hide/plot. I was going to let those Ninjas see who they were dealing with. My luck turned around when I found this hatch that said Hypnobrai Serpentine on it with pictures of a snake using mind control. I was shocked…this looked like the real thing. I thought it was only a myth! I opened the door, and BOOM, fell down the hole. It looked like a snowy trap, and I could see millions of myself reflected in the ice. Just as I was thinking that I looked pretty scary, I saw a stranger – except he was just a frozen warrior dude, all bones. I started to shake. I wondered what happened down here... I’d rather be tied up by the Ninjas than end up frozen like him. All of a sudden I heard a rattling, and a bunch of TALKING SNAKES came out of nowhere! The leader tried to do a swirly thing with his eyes to control my mind, but I used my genius skills to move out of the way and deflect his stare, which bounced back at him. He was under mind control! I could make him and his army do anything I wanted! MUHAHAHA!

[howlingday]

concept jaune arc as a musketeer, as in the swashbuckler style swordsman. he's flamboyant and flashy when he's fighting so everyone assumes he's just super confident. but when you get to know the guy you learn he's still really self conscious since he learned to fight at first to be an actor, then as a tournament fighter. now he's trying to be a huntsman and he's not sure how to handle it since he's always been a duelist and a showman.

i mainly just wanna see how you'd handle a person with a really flashy fighting style and in fight personality with confidence issues and being a huge dork outside of his persona

Musketeer, eh? I actually have an OC in mind, but I'll keep him shelved. However, I do have an idea for a different kind of fencing hero...

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"The Longblade of Aquadia?"

"I know, right?!" Blake bounced in her seat, giddy with excitement. Ruby had read the same story a hundred times over, but she never got this excited about the legendary hero. She brushed her hand over the leather cover, remembering her mother reading this story to her. "I can't wait to meet him!"

"But this story is over a hundred years old. He's probably old enough to be our grandpa." Ruby asked.

"Maybe he's got a potion of youth?" Yang offered. "He found that in one of his stories, right?"

"He did, but he gave it to his sweet Ba-Ma." Blake sighed. "Such a tender-hearted hero."

"Okay, I think you might be overreacting, Blake." Weiss said. "Don't forget why we're here."

Ruby nodded, pulling out her scroll to read over the facts. Unfortunately, after the first line, she felt sick and put it away. Why did they have to take a carriage to this city? Why couldn't this "City of Water" be outside of a caldera? You know, where air traffic isn't limited and horse-drawn carriage isn't the only means of getting there.

She opened her window, hoping to get some fresh air. That proved to be a pointless task, however, as the carriage suddenly stopped and she fell into Weiss.

"Get off me!" She shrieked.

"Benvenuto, and welcome," the driver cried with enthusiasm, "to Aquadia, the City of Water!" The enthusiasm soon fell. "Now get out and don't leave any of your crap in the carriage."

The team climbed out, marvelling at the beautiful white city inside the mountain. Alabaster and ivory walls accented with azure and cobalt designs beneath brick colored rooftops. At the carriage station, Blake found the gift shop with Longblade action figures, posters, and magnets.

"Oh, don't worry, I got your luggage!" Yang called out sarcastically.

"Oh, thanks, Weiss!" Blake said sincerely, not paying attention to anything else.

"You really like this guy, huh?" Ruby asked, stepping up next to her. "Kind of a shame we have to, uh, you know."

"Oho!" The station attendant called. He was a burly sort, with thick, black hair covering both his face and his arms. "Another band of adventurers are here to arrest our local hero, sì?"

"What?! No!" Blake shouted. "I mean, yes, but it's not-"

"Ah, don't worry about it." He waved his arm. "You're not the first, and you're definitely not going to be the last. The Minister is always trying to capture La Lama Lunga, but she's yet to capture him every time!"

"Oh, yeah, the Minister! We actually need to speak with her." Ruby said. "Do you know how to get there?"

"Oh, of course!" He pointed down the street. "Just keep going forward until you reach the statue of La Lama Lunga."

"Wait, he's a wanted criminal, and you built a statue of him?" Weiss asked.

"Well, it's not him, exactly, but rather the first of them all. The real legend!"

Yang looked at the action figures. On each shelf was a different masked hero. One was suave and handsome, complete with indents of chest hair on it's wooden body. Another was more like a rubber ball, with tiny limbs and a painted face. The last was very rigid, muscular, and made of plastic, complete with sword swinging action. "So it's a generational thing, huh?"

"You could say that." He shrugged. He leaned in to whisper. "But just between you and me, I think this new guy is gonna be the last. He can't even speak proper Valian. Capisci?"

"Not really, no." A bell rang in the distance, catching the team's attention. "Uh, we gotta go! Thanks for the help!"

"No problem! Welcome to Aquadia!"

The team made their way down the street, watching as boats passed by in the canals with different decorations. Some were ducks and other water fowl, or women with long, flowing hair, and at one point they saw one with a King Taijitu head. They saw a young man tie off a small black boat to a post, only to fall into the water after securing it.

"He really made a splash, hasn't he?" Yang joked.

"Ugh." Weiss groaned.

"What? I gondola the trouble to come up with that one."

"Please stop." Weiss increased her pace.

"Guess she'll let that slip, huh?" Blake rolled her eyes, but said nothing at the pun.

"Whoa..." Ruby marvel at the twenty foot tall statue of the hero. The Longblade pointed his rapier at the Minister's office in the main government building, as if challenging the Minister herself, like he did all those years ago. His stone cape seemed to flow in the wind.

"Just like in his first story!" Blake bounced on her heels. She then pointed a finger directly at Weiss. "He stood before the Minister, pointed his blade and said, 'This tyranny will not stand!' Ha!" Blake squealed, unaware of the cringed out faces the locals gave her.

"I see you're a fan of that scoundrel." Blake turned around to see a blonde woman with thick, black-rimmed glasses glaring at her without amusement. "Just like all the other tourists and citizens clinging to that old fairy tale."

"Uh, hi," Ruby greeted, "um, we're-"

"Team RWBY of Vale, correct?" She stepped forward with an extended hand. "I am Minister Isabella Arc. I was told to expect you at some time today."

"Uh, yeah," Ruby shook the woman's hand, noting the icy chill she felt from it, "we hope this isn't a bad time."

"Not at all, you're right on time." She glanced past Ruby and scowled. "Excuse me a moment."

Ruby watched the woman move past her so fast, she wondered how anyone could do that in heels. She approached a young man, who was sopping wet and was wringing his clothes free of water by the statue. She began shouting at him in South Valian, only to then hiss at him in a hushed tone that she caught as Common Remnant. It was a brief discussion, or more a scolding, and the teen made his way into the building.

"Uh, everything alright?" Yang asked.

"Yes, everything is fine." Minister Arc sighed. "That was my son, Jaune. He... It's not important. What is important is your mission here. Please, come inside, and we can-"

A thunderous roar echoed through the streets as people fled in terror. The team looked to each other and ran in direction of the cacophany. Ruby turned her head back and shouted, "We'll meet you later!"

The excitement was caused by Sea Wyrm, likely sneaking inside from one of the caves connecting the caldera to the ocean. It was attacking a small boat docked to a post, tearing it into splinters. Nearby a couple huddled into a shop, next to a woman who glared at the lovers.

Ruby opened fire on the Grimm, grabbing it's attention as Blake and Yang honed in on the creature. Weiss directed remaining civilians out of the area. The Wyrm fired off a glob of water at Ruby, who dodged. Weiss held up a glyph to block the attack.

Blake hopped along the post, tossing her blade into it's scaly hide. Yang lept at the serpent and punched it square on it's head, blinding one eye before leaping away. As it writhed, Blake used the momentum to carry herself into the air and swing around to bring it closer. Yang took hold with Blake and the pulled the Grimm closer.

Ruby ran up to Weiss, who nodded to confirm all civilians had been evacuated. As they ran to rejoin their team, they noticed foam building at the Wyrm's maw.

"GUYS, LOOK OUT!" Ruby shouted.

Suddenly, a potted plant soared in the air, striking the Grimm in it's other eye. It writhed again, carrying Blake and Yang around to the other side, where the former freed herself as the latter carried them to safety.

"HA HA HA!" A voice called from the rooftop. "You thought you could attack Aquadia unnoticed, did you? Well, you are sorely mistaken, my salty sea slug!"

Team RWBY looked up to find a man in a black cape, hat, bandana, and mask boast while holding out a long-bladed rapier with a flair. Blake squealed with excitement.

"Your tyranny ends here," he called out, "for I am La Lama- AAAAAAAAAAAAH!" He fell with a splash into the caldera. A few moments passed as they awaited for this "hero" to resurface before the Grimm dove into the blue waters itself. Blake gasped as the waters grew still.

Ruby ran to the side of the water, aiming for anything that might have indicated the snake or the hero. The only thing she saw was the hat floating in the water.

Soon, the water bubbled, and she saw a huge shape approaching quickly. Like a massive fist of some foul, ancient god of the sea emerged from the depths, launching a familiar black shape into the air. The Sea Wyrm opened it's maw to swallow him whole, but The Longblade was agile in his descent and caught his blade into the side of it's mouth, splitting a gaping wound into the demon all the way down it's side from the mouth. It thrashed about in agony before collapsing to the water. As it sank, ash flew away in the air, signifying the end to the terror.

The hero emerged from the water once more. As he made his way to the ladder, he grabbed his signature hat, shaking water from it as he climbed out. He noticed the huntresses and gave a bow.

"Thank you for the help." He chuckled. "Aquadia thanks you as well."

"It's him! It's him! It's him!" Blake practically squealed.

"I see one of you is a fan." His voice was suave and smooth, like a hero from one of Ruby's romance tales. "Unfortunately, I do not have time for autographs."

"We're not interested in autographs." Weiss said.

"And even if we did, we don't have anything for you to sign." Yang said. "Course, you don't look like anything from the gift shop."

"Y-Yes, well, I haven't had time to, uh, get a commission to an artist."

"Don't worry, you'll have plenty of time later." Ruby said, hoisting her weapon level to his gut. "When we bring you in."

"Aha." He chuckled. "Mo- er, the Minister has hired you, has she? She must be paying you quite well, isn't she?"

"Wait, is she?" Yang asked. "We haven't been hired yet."

"Well, we can finish it right now and go out sightseeing later." Weiss argued.

"But he's their primary attraction." Blake added. "Without him, Aquadia is just a pretty city in a mountain." Her ears perked and she flushed. "Er, no offense."

"Eh, some taken, but I understand." He replied.

"Look, we can bring him in, and ask for the details then." Ruby stated. "If nothing else, we can at least get a lead on how this mission is supposed to go."

"Ah, so you are the beautiful leader of this team, sì?"

"Don't push it." Ruby nudged him.

"W-Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" He hopped his way backwards before falling into the water again. The team rushed over to look down the side, only finding one set of bubbles rising from the depths.

After a minute, the team groaned. He got away. Or, in a more morbid tone, he got caught on something and he was drowning. Ruby was about to dive in when Yang held her shoulder.

"Whoa! I don't think it's that easy to kill a legend." She said. "Besides, I'm pretty sure he tricked us into thinking he fell in. Probably planned his escape beforehand. Let's just head back and let the Minister know what happened."

Ruby sighed. "Fine."

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Jaune stepped out of the shower, shoving his head to one side as he fruitlessly tried to remove the water from his ears. If he knew he would be spending all day underwater, he would have prepared a spare set of dry clothes beforehand. Instead, he had to change his clothes inside out in the drain before returning home, still looking like a soaked rat.

At least Dad would be home for dinner. He was always there to save him from his nagging mother. He lost his leg in his final, fateful battle to protect his city, and had been forced to retire into the role as a banker. This was fine with him because one of his weird hobbies was counting.

"Jaune," he'd tell him, "when you get to be my age, you learn to count the most important things in your life. For me, it was always smiles. Nothing makes your life more worth doing than a smile."

Jaune would always smile at that, which he couldn't help but find funny. As he threw on a clean shirt, he made his way downstairs to dinner. A good meal would help him forget about the crazy day he had by the nicest café on the east side. He was grateful to the huntresses, but was still in surprise that his mother would stoop to sink as low as hiring professional Grimm killers to hunt him down.

True, she didn't know her son was Aquadia's number one hero, but still, that was just rude. With a sigh, he turned the corner to the dining hall, ready to forget all about those huntresses.

"Jaune, have a seat." His mother called. "Come and meet our guests for tonight, Team RWBY of Vale."

If Jaune wasn't the great hero that he was, he would have screamed right there. Instead, a squeak would have to do.

[randomvarious]

2 Unlimited - "No Limit (Rap Version)" 1992 Eurodance / Techno / Eurohouse

If you're an American, you might think that the biggest tune that Belgian-Dutch dance project 2 Unlimited ever put out was their 1991 debut single, "Get Ready for This," which, absurdly, managed to earn its keep as the country's #1 sports anthem, and might still actually hold that same title to this very day. And maybe you don't remember how the trailer for the first Air Bud movie went exactly either, but as you're reading this and trying to piece it all together in your head right now, let me just stop you and tell you that, yes, of course, "Get Ready for This" starts playing when Buddy shows up for his first official game! I mean, it would basically be sacrilege for it not to! That's how inextricably linked that song is to American sports!

But anyway, even though "Get Ready for This" was definitely 2 Unlimited's most popular tune in the States, it was "No Limit" that was, by far, their most successful song pretty much everywhere else. And as their fifth overall single, and the first off of their 1993 sophomore LP, No Limits, it would end up topping the charts in thirty-five different countries, while not even making the Billboard Hot 100 here. And unless you were in a club-equivalent of a T.G.I. Friday's that would dare play this gaudy tune in the US, the only other place where you might've gotten a dose of it was most likely at your nearest partial portal to mainstream Euro-raveland: a sports arena.

Now, it definitely didn't happen as much in the States, but people everywhere else across the globe who were above the age of twelve really genuinely seemed to go absolutely ape over this very Belgian-and-Dutch-made tune. They really couldn't get enough of that relentlessly blaring, bouncy, and industrial synth riff that sounded like a pair of thick metal plates had been wrapped in thin coats of rubber and were forcibly being clanked against each other.

But whatever you may think of this completely insane piece of music, which was probably, really, the hardest straight-up rave tune to ever cross over into the US mainstream, the video for it that hardly ever aired on American TV was spectacular. I mean, they built the set to look like they were performing from the psychedelically rainbow-colored inside of a pinball machine, folks. The only thing that could've made it better is if they had found a way to make it look like there was a giant pinball freely entering and exiting the shot too, as Ray rapped and Anita sang. Plus, I wonder if the metal-rubber synth sound inspired the pinball machine idea in the first place, since metal balls constantly bounce off of tightly wound rubber bands inside of those things 🤔.

And here's something truly astonishing that I neglected to mention in yesterday's post about 2 Unlimited: did you know that in a bunch of the group's UK-released singles, Ray's rap verses were actually deliberately stripped out entirely? The guy who ran the label that was licensed to release the group's music there—Pete Waterman, of famed British songwriting and production trio Stock Aitken Waterman—really hated Ray's verses, to the point that he just erased them! And he particularly referred to Ray's contributions on "No Limit" as the worst rap that he'd ever heard 😂.

But he wasn't wrong! Ray's raps were nonsensical and very Eurodancy-bad! But it also made the UK versions of the videos really awkward too. For example, in "No Limit," Ray gets plenty of face-time, but his role as a vocalist is merely reduced down to the lines of "Let me hear you say 'yeah!,'" "come on!," and "TECHNO, TECHNO, TECHNO, TECHNO!" 😭

And despite the fact that he was apparently steaming mad about this, the song still reached #1 in the UK and so did the No Limits album itself, which ended up making 2 Unlimited the first Eurodance-rave group in the UK to break the cycle of having popular singles, but then those singles not translating into substantial album sales. So, Waterman may have wielded a heavy-handed axe, but the results seem to have spoken for themselves. Poor Ray! 😞

Also, I just searched "2 unlimited commercial" and "2 unlimited ad" on YouTube, and it doesn't look like any restaurant has ever licensed this song in order to advertise any kind of 'bottomless' or 'all you can eat' kind of promotion before, which, really, feels unbelievable at this point. Someone please pay me lots of money for manifesting this idea into existence 🙏🤑.

More fun videos here.

[cosmic-hoboandthehighlander]

pleaseeee tell me more about “ To all the boys tedmort” 🤩

Play along with my wip ask game here!

Hiiiii! I’m so sorry this took so long to respond to! I had to go do real life stuff but I am definitely excited to answer this one!

This one makes use of a lot of those high school AU headcanons I have for if Teddy and Mort went to high school together that I mentioned in Babs’ ask! This is absolutely a tedmort high school AU except this story takes place when they’re adults.

I know that might be a little disappointing but hear me out! Mort’s mother is selling her house after she moves into the Elegant Doily retirement home. Mort and his friends help her clean out her house to prepare for the sale and this includes Mort’s childhood bedroom. There’s a lot of memories in there; Bob, Linda, Mort, and Teddy spend a lot of time reminiscing about high school. While going through a box of Mort’s old school books, seventeen year old Tina finds a bundle of letters that were never sent. So she sends them!

Five letters for five boys — it turns out in high school Mort wrote these love letters throughout his years in school as a way to get his feelings out but never sent them. The story is how each boy, now a grown man, finds the letters and their responses.

Of course there’s one for Teddy too!

@silhoutteintheshadows has collaborated with me on this fic to write all five letters! I definitely have the other half of this story, when they’re actually in high school, in the works but it’s mostly just notes and vibes at the moment!

Here’s a teaser of the fic when Tina first finds the letters:

“Heh, you kids wouldn’t understand passing notes,” Teddy told Tina and her siblings as he unfolded another sheet of notebook paper. “Back in our day, we didn’t have cell phones.”

“Yeah, we had to fold the paper into tiny little squares and hope the teacher didn’t see it and read it aloud to the class!” Mort laughed, snatching the paper away from Teddy, grinning at the contents.

“Can I see?” Tina asked, craning her neck to look over Mort’s shoulder. He flushed a little and sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, angling the paper back.

“Ha…maybe not,” Mort said, glancing at Tina’s mother from the corner of his eye. She frowned; they’d been written when Mort had been a teenager, the same age as she was now probably. She didn’t understand why she wasn’t allowed to see.

Linda leaned over, forgetting her job, “Hey, lemme see! You two weren’t talking bad about me again, were you?”

Mort grinned, very purposefully not looking at Teddy, “Of course not! Actually, I think you were saying some pretty nasty things about Denise—“

“Denise?” Teddy looked at them in shock. Tina knew about Denise and from what she’d heard, she didn’t care one bit for her.

“Oh, calm down,” Linda said dismissively, abandoning her post completely and coming over to stand behind Mort. She glanced at the paper and grinned. “Hey, I remember this. You said Denise was a skank—“

“She wasn’t a skank!” Teddy protested and tried to grab for the paper. Mort held it out of his reach, handing it to Linda. Louise abandoned the pile of papers, scooting off the bed, and trying to get a peek at the papers. Tina shrugged, glancing back down into the box in front of her.

More junk. A rubber band ball, a couple of pens that looked like the ink had dried out of, and…a stack of letters. Sealed shut in little envelopes decorated very plainly with only a first and last name printed in neat script on the front that Tina now recognized as Mort’s handwriting. She ran her fingers over the top one.

Gordon Bosco

Why was there a letter to the Sergeant in here? Tina wondered to herself, glancing over at the group of adults laughing and joking like they were Tina’s age again; it was almost impossible to imagine her parents and her Uncle Teddy at seventeen, but seeing all of Mort’s memories cemented the idea in her mind. Nobody was paying any attention to her anymore, not even Louise. She went back to the stack of letters, flipping it to the back of the pile.

[legendofzoodles]

The Chain’s Craft Club

First up is Four, he’s a blacksmith in training, meaning that all those years of forging metal blades and sculpting sword handles would’ve made him really good at making things in general. He’s probably gotten pretty good at drawing due to all the times he’s sketched out a design for a new sword. Not to mention making quick sculptures to test out the design, maybe out of paper mache or something like that.

Plus he’s not just limited to swords, he’d probably be able to make all sorts of things with metal, like railings, furniture and kitchen tools. He definitely at some point in the adventure teaches Twilight how to make horse shoes for Epona. I have the feeling that Time knows how to make them too, so maybe he’ll lend a hand. 

No surprise I’m including Sky, our resident woodcarver. Probably also pretty good at sketching, not just due to years of drawing out carving ideas but also do you remember that mechanic in SS? The one where you had to draw certain symbols on the Goddess wall to get rewards? I think that would also improve his skills. Also he strikes me as the type to always take on requests even if he doesn’t want to.

Twilight and his cute sewing skills. What don’t believe me? Have y’all seen his tunic? With all the patterns and details stitched into the fabric, you’re gonna try and tell me that he doesn’t just mend his tunic by himself but also casually embroiders it? 

Defo saw Hyrule’s scruffy tunic and immediately set about teaching him how to mend it properly- along with the rest of his clothes. Maybe he wanted to learn how to knit after watching Uli so Wind ends up teaching him- who learned from Grandma.

Twilight: Alright how’s this?

Wind: Terrible, you’ll have to start over.

Twilight: What? There isn’t anyway to fix it?

Wind: At this point there’s no saving it; you’ve dropped way too many stitches. 

Twilight: Seriously? I spent my whole night watch on it...

Wind: ...oh.

Speaking of Wind, he’s an honorary member thanks to skills acquired from playing with his younger sister. I’m talking collages, finger painting, little objects made from string, rubber band balls etc. If the chain ever come across a dungeon puzzle the require any of this skills Wind’s all over it.

Legend is an honorary member too because I just know he makes his own clothes. He along with Twilight and Wars (he’d be experienced at this too) are mostly responsible for mending the chain’s clothes. I’m sure survivalist Wild can also mend clothes really well, it’s just that no one trusts him to do theirs. 

~~~

Thanks for reading! I got this idea from watching a video of someone restoring a horse’s hoof. 

Masterlist

9th place in the LU character design ranking

Character analysis posts:

Hero of the Sky, Hero of Time, Hero of Twilight, Hero of the Wild, Hero of Warriors

Parkour team - LU drabble

How each member of the chain laughs - LU headcanon

[icarusthelunarguard]

This Week’s Horrible-Scopes

It’s time for this week’s Horrible-Scopes! So for those of you that know your Astrological Signs, cool! If not, just pick one, roll a D12, or just make it up as you go along. It really doesn’t matter.

Aries 

No matter what you think, we’re not here to judge you. Others might, but we won’t. To that end… You didn’t want to take down your… “Year-End Holiday Lights”, and that’s OK! But may we suggest you trade them out for those new-fangled color-programmable ones? Slave them to your Home Automation system and they’ll change with each new holiday’s theme with no direct input from you. Sadly we’ve already passed May 9th, which was Lost Sock Memorial Day. So add that to your holiday list for next year. 

Taurus 

Let’s face facts - you are never going to beat that Super Mario Brothers Arcade Game High Score anytime soon. Oh, you were good in your youth, and you could afford to buy an original 1983 coin-op cabinet to play on… but do you really think you can score over Five and-a-half Million Points to take the world record away? We don’t think so either. Save that $1,500 and take a vacation next month. 

Gemini  

Remember the cartoon series ReBoot? It was produced between 1994 and 2002. One of the opening lines was, “They say the User lives outside the Net and inputs games for pleasure.” Well guess what was released to the public in 2001 by Nintendo. That’s right… a Blue… Game… Cube! If Mainframe Entertainment had TradeMarked that term, they could’ve gotten some kind of marketing deal with Nintendo and had Money To Spare! (*Sigh*) This week, try to think way ahead.

Cancer Moon-Child 

There’s a specific set of dice that are used in table-top gaming: D4, D6, D8, D10, D12, and D20. They’re all some typical geometric shapes, but. There have been some weird ones that’ve come down the pike ever since. So yes, you can buy a D1, which is a form that ALWAYS lands on a specific side, and the D7 which is a Klingon Battleship. This week, remember that The Fourth will be with you, Always. 

Leo 

You remember hearing how “Stayin’ Alive” by the Bee Gees is one of the best songs to use to time your CPR Compressions? It’s not the only one. You could use ABBA’s “Dancing Queen”, “I Will Survive” by Gloria Gaynor, “One Week” by the Barenaked Ladies, or, ironically enough, “Another One Bites the Dust” by Queen. But if you really want to screw with the person’s head as they come to, have everyone around you hum “The Imperial March” from Star Wars. That’ll scare them enough to wake them up without resorting to smelling salts. This week, listen to some old music again.

Virgo 

Speaking of Smelling Salts… Don’t use them! Sure, it’s kinda funny to use them as a prank to wake up your friends when they’ve fallen asleep first at a party, but don’t use them when playing sports. Yes, you can get a hit of oxygen into your blood due to more respiration, but you don’t need it. You’re an umpire… at a Pee-Wee T-Ball league. Just relax this week.

Libra 

It’s five o’clock somewhere, so you might as well have a drink!  Come to think of it, have a lot of drinks, but make it a challenge; Run something through your Soda Stream that isn’t supposed to be. Something alcoholic. Better yet, you’re smart and innovative. The patent for the original “SodaStream”.. OH, sorry… the “aerating liquid machine” expired a long time ago. Go ahead and redesign it to work with liquors and make a killing in the Novelty Bar Drink market!  

Scorpio 

Speaking of drinks, Scorpio; This week you’re going to visit an old house. Make sure you have an extra-bright flashlight with you because you’re going to find a bomb. Not a munition, but an old Hawaiian Punch tin can from the early 1980’s. It’ll look like a blue and red mis-shapen rugby ball. DO NOT TOUCH THIS UNHAPPY ABOMINATION! Just take a picture and walk away. Leave disarming that to the professionals.

Sagittarius 

You need to clean up your Whatnot Drawer in the kitchen, like it or not. First off, that bag of rubber bands? They’ve dried up and crumbled into chunks. The super glue hasn’t dried out yet, but it’s almost ready to spill all over the battery cases. And as for those, you have three locations where you’ve been storing batteries. Just condense it into one place. This week just… get your act together.

Capricorn 

Sexy asked for, sexy delivered. We’re challenging you to buy the thinnest, tightest bikini possible for the summer. And before you ask, no! You’re not going to buy it from Wicked Weasle, the Barely There Bikini Shop, or Bitsy’s Bikinis. Head out to your local hardware store and get yourself a gallon of Benjamin Moore Latex, a 3-Inch natural-hair brush, and an understanding get-away driver for the beach. Good luck!

Aquarius 

You get a sexy one too! You’ve been worried about your weight, and we’re going to tell you not to. A couple kilos isn’t gonna kill you, and it might even be fun. Some of your clothing’s gonna fit a little tighter, look a little smoother, and need you to reconsider sporting underwear to keep the lines unblemished. Now, remember, we said “a couple” kilos, meaning two; not three or four. You start making excuses and rationalizations and you might as well buy an emergency sewing repair kit. Actually, do that anyway.  

Pisces  

When everyone said, “May the Fourth be with you”, and you answered back, “- and also with you”... We get it. It’s OK. It’s like muscle memory now. You can stop being embarrassed about it now. Just take a breath and have a drink of wine to calm your nerves. But, you know… not that watered down stuff. Drink the GOOD stuff. Riunite… on ice. It’s So Nice! (Yes, it’s a hold over from last week’s commercial theme. It was tough coming up with one for you, alright?)

And THOSE are your Horrible-Scopes for this week! Remember if you liked what you got, we’re obviously not working hard enough at these. BUT! If you want a better or nastier one for your own sign or someone else’s, all you need to do to bribe me is just Let Me Know! These will be posted online at the end of each week via Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook and Discord.

[nightcall99]

Dreams from 20.7.23

Dream 1: AL, JY and JL were in a hotel room and AL had set up her phone to film them. It was like a live-stream. They were all drunk, like they'd just gotten back from going out at night. They were giddy and giggly, just doing random stuff. Shaking their butts, dancing, having fun and not having a care in the world.

Dream 2: I was hiding a little boy and little girl in my wardrobe from my father. But it wasn't really my father. These children were my siblings but also they weren't really. I had a massive wardrobe that they would fit comfortably in for a little while. At first it was just the boy I was hiding, my connection with him was the strongest. I felt very maternal and responsible for him. I’ve had this dream before but I've never remembered it. The father comes into my room to look around, he is being a bit suspicious about my hiding them. After I have successfully distracted him and he is gone, I go back to see if the siblings are still in the wardrobe but the boy has escaped though the window. I am on the second floor and I can see the plants growing on the window sill. I imagine his escape route and I see that it would have been an easy climb down, it's not too far. Through the window, I can see quite a few people on the cobble-stone street so he must have been able to ask an adult for help once he got down there. I am so sad he left. It's like I'd gone away for just a moment, and now he had gone. I am disappointed. I think the sister was still around. (This dream is about AJ's essence leaving me)

Dream 3: I am in my room at home and playing music from my phone through some speakers. There are people having a get-together/party in the next room. It is my ex's friends. I don't like them. I don't trust them. I left my room and came back and the music that was playing seemed different. I felt panicked mixed with irritation because I assumed they must have swapped out my phone for one of theirs without my permission and worse yet, in the process they probably stole my phone too. I went up to the charging cord and it appeared to look exactly like my phone, but I knew it wasn’t. I knew this phone belonged to one of the people in the other room and they were playing their own music through my speakers. I got mad. Even though everything seemed the same, there were subtle differences. I could tell. Then these people were trying to get into the room I was in. They were verbally harassing me. I felt ashamed like I shouldn’t have played my own music in the first place. Music is very personal and it's like I exposed myself and made myself vulnerable and now they 'know' me when they didn't deserve to. (This dream is about dealing with people that I used to know but they're NPCs now)

Dream 4: It is right before a soccer game. I’m part of the team. It's the top league and we are playing in a huge stadium and there will be a massive crowed watching. I'm in the club room, getting dressed. I have on shorts and flip flops. Once I'm finished, I go and sit at a long rectangular table with the rest of the team mates. We're waiting. I think about how I need to get my long hair off my face, and then in a few moments I find a rubber band on the table that I use to tie my hair up with. I'm unhappy with my choice of footwear. I'm thinking that I need to drive home really quickly before the game starts and change my shoes. Flip flops aren't suitable to kick a ball in. I could do it, but I won't be very effective. I am trying to convince myself that I will have enough time to go home and get back before the game starts. We are watching the opening ceremony on the TV and waiting to be called out onto the field. Then I realise I don’t need to go all the way home, I have summoned my shoes to appear. And a different, more appropriate outfit too. I didn’t need to drive home at all. There is some impatience. But it's calm. We're waiting to go on the field and do this. I want to eat something but the coach says it’s not a good idea to eat before playing, it’ll only hold me back and cause gastrointestinal discomfort.

While I'm sitting there at the table, watching the pre-game TV broadcast, I realise that AL is sitting next to me. I hesitate, but I thought I might as well ask her about the boo-boo I did at work while we're waiting. I know I shouldn’t talk about this mundane stuff right before our game but I decided to anyway. It turns out she had been supporting me with this issue at work, being very helpful and I was so grateful for it. She had written an email summary of what had happened next. I see in my mind's eye, that girl's history on the computer. There is owing dispensing for duloxetine. She must have changed over from fluoxetine. I also see some emails that we received from her mother, saying you don’t need to call the hospital and signing off the email with a love heart. I see the mother is of indigenous aboriginal descent and she is very beautiful. She has long hair and an angular face. She is an activist for her peoples, and was very understanding about the whole situation. The doctor had been less helpful. She got a bit heated. She was going on about something 'topographical' (symbolising the electronic system issues) and how she thought she would have to fire her topographer who is a young male. A voice tells me that basically the issue hasn’t been solved yet and I should just wait.

[staysproutsol]

A new beginning

Chapter 10

<-previously : next->

"Where did Zeke go?" He asked, looking around for the said blonde.

"He said he would go get us some ice cream."

"Ice-cream?  What's that?"

Mikasa shrugged.  It was her first time hearing the term, so she was just as confused as Eren.

They were at the park to take a stroll with Titan, and Mikasa insisted that Cotton should also tag along. They weren't going to leave her in the house alone and lonely, would they? And Zeke wanted them to enjoy a day out together. If she remembered correctly, he called it an outing.

(Zeke thought that it would be safer to hang out at the park inside the internment zone, in case any Marlyans decided to do something.)

She watched fondly as Eren played with Titan around the park. He has never been this happy since the death of his mother, and she was glad he could let loose every once in a while, even if it was with Titan (she wasn't jealous; she doesn’t do jealousy). She was seated on a bench in a corner of the park in the shade of the trees, petting her cat, earning a few purrs of content.

"Hey Mikasa! Let's try and make Cotton catch the ball!" He exclaimed excitedly, running towards her while waving the rubber ball in his hand. And she couldn't say no to these stars for eyes. How could she? Not when Eren looks this excited and happy. She smiled at the sheer sight of his brightened face.

Eren told Titan to sit and wait for his turn, and the husky obediently did so (Mikasa was surprised he didn't move at all; Eren trained him well). Eren gave Mikasa the rubber ball and demonstrated to her how she was supposed to throw it. Zeke was the one who taught Eren how to throw, saying it's a sport called baseball, and by the looks of it, Eren is starting to like it (maybe she should learn it so she could play with him all the time).

Mikasa did as told, but the cat didn't go after it. They were confused as to why, so Eren decided to try after Mikasa tried a few times and failed (she swore she heard him call the cat stupid, but let it go because she was happy and didn't want to spoil the good mood).

He threw the ball towards the cat, making it jump away and climb a nearby tree to reach them. Both of the kids were trying to make her come down by calling for her, but it was like she was ignoring them.

"What are we going to do now? We can't climb the tree," said Mikasa, unsure of what needed to be done. She wouldn't mind climbing, but Zeke had ordered them not to do so because he was afraid they would get hurt. Doesn't he know they basically lived in the forest? They knew how to climb a tree, how to search for food, and, of course, how to hunt. It was just the basics.

Eren pondered the situation in his head before speaking: "You go and call Zeke. He would be able to get her, and I will stay here and watch her and Titan."

Mikasa nods and is about to run off, but a stranger stops her in her tracks.

"You kids lost?"

The stranger had brownish-blonde hair that was kept in an undercut style that was pushed back. He had hazel eyes, and he wore combat trousers and a short green coat with the band on his bicep indicating that he was an Eldian.

Eren was about to tell the man to get lost and that he was wasting his time here, but Mikasa cut him off.

"We're not supposed to talk to strangers, Eren, remember?"

He nodded with a sigh and continued to ignore the blonde stranger.

"I will go get Zeke, stay here, and keep an eye on Cotton." She said this, catching the stranger's attention. She eyed him for a second before running off to get their brother.

○●°•

'These kids know War chief?' He thought.

He eyed the small child, and he never recalled seeing him before, nor did he hear his name for that matter, as he practically knew everyone inside the zone. It was required to know everyone and possible threats as a warrior, but Eren? How does he know the war chief? Is he stuck babysitting some brats? He immediately shrugged off that possibility, knowing that the chief absolutely hated children.

(What Porco doesn't know is that Zeke hates kids that aren't his siblings, and probably their friends on good days.)

It was obvious they were talking about the chief, since Zeke was a rare name. Not everyone was named Zeke, since it was an old name and rarely used these days. It's not like it had a bad name; it's just rare.

He observed the brunette child (he wasn't being a creep; he was just seeing if there was anything off about him, and he didn't even look like the war chief) before noticing the white cat on the tree branch and immediately asking, "Is that your cat, kid?"

He faced him for a minute before ignoring him. The kid just ignored him. He had no manners! The kid started making some noises and sounds in hopes that the cat will respond to him in some way.

Porco couldn't help but feel smug. He was ignored, just like he had been prior to him. 'Ha! Deserved brat!'

Getting tired of watching the brunette child being pitiful, he decided to help him. He slowly started to climb the tree, and when he was close to the branch where the cat was, he started swinging his hand towards her.

After a few tries, his hand got closer to the cat the more he tried. She immediately jumped down when they almost came into contact. She jumped into the kid's hold as soon as she came down. The kid looked at him with surprise. His innocent gems for eyes were wide in shock.

"Why, why did you help me?" he had asked, clearly confused. Why is he confused? was beyond Porco's comprehension, and before Porco could say anything, a voice interrupted them.

"Eren! Are you ok?"

Porco watched THE War Chief Zeke fuss over the brunette child. Being checked for injuries from head to toe, tracing his thumbs over his face softly like he was afraid of breaking the child's face or something before ingulfing him in a hug, making the cat jump out of Eren's hold before getting squashed by him.

He was in a state of shock. The chief, the cold-hearted man, has a soft spot for a kid. And was he fussing about them too? He must be dreaming, or this person wasn't the chief but was an imposter instead! An alien!

"Zeke, stop!" A whine snapped the older brunette out of his thoughts.

"This man got Cotton to come down, so I didn't do anything." The kid pointed his index finger at him before dropping it down (he remembered when his grandma told him it was rude to do so.)

That sentence made the blonde realise the other man's existence. He quickly stood up and greeted his co-worker. "Hello Porco. How you been?"

Porco wasn't a person who did formality, and he sure as hell won't do so now. "Since when do you do brats, boss? Are you secretly married or something?"

"You're married!?" Both children accused.

"What? No! If I were married, you two sure would have been the first to know." He explained, trying to get the pained expression off their faces (or at least that's what Porco thought).

He grabbed both their hands and spoke softly with a smile on his face, "Besides, I don't need a wife right now. I have the both of you to keep me busy."

"Okay, that's sweet and all, but that doesn't explain how do you know these brats."

Porco didn't mean to sound rude to his boss, but he was really curious and couldn't help but feel betrayed because his brother probably knows. Him and Zeke have been closer since they have come back from that damned Paradis mission; even Pieck was closer to him.

He felt like it somehow had to do with these two brats, and also there's the fact that Zeke rejected a mission, saying he had other priorities now, and Marcel and Pieck sided with him? This is getting way bigger than what his brain could handle.

The blonde glared at him. "Don't call my siblings brats." He spat, making the poor warrior quiver at the cold tone.

"S-siblings?" he shuddered and cursed himself for doing so.

"Yeah," he nodded before turning to his siblings. "Both of you introduce yourselves; he's Marcel's little brother."

He watched as the little boy's face lit up at the mention of his brother: "Is Marcel finally going to let us meet him?"

"Eren, Marcel is not around. So I don't think he's the one letting him meet us; it's probably fate."

The boy pouted, making his poor heart explode. 'What the heck!? That was so freaking cute!'

And that was how he was dragged back with them to their house. He had a fight with Eren concerning his arm band, saying that he was a free Eldian in this house and that no one was allowed to wear them there. He was even more surprised when the apartment was outside the internment zone. He felt like something big was going to happen because of this, so he will remain on alert.

○●°•

The doorbell rang loudly through the house, making Mikasa go open the door after Zeke had told her to do so. She was greeted by the sight of the one and only Marcel. The one whose brother Eren has insisted on coming over, since Marcel was coming over for dinner already.

The two of them walked into the living room after exchanging greetings. Mikasa sighed when she found Eren already fighting with the man. She didn't really want to know why they were fighting, but she needed to stop Eren before he went too far.

"Zeke is obviously better! Did Marcel buy you a pet?" The brunette had stated proudly, with a smirk on his lips and puffed chest.

She watched as Porco fumed, "Marcel doesn't need to buy me a pet! He does better things than that!"

"Oh, yeah?  Like what?"

"Yes, Porco, enlighten us," said Marcel, cutting off the conversation smoothly with a small smirk, and everyone snickered when they saw the younger Galliard's face flush a red colour.

"What are you doing here!? Didn't you ditch me by saying you already have plans?" He paused for a minute before realization hit him, "Wait! Are they your plans?"

The older man only nodded with a sigh before going to the kitchen to save the food in case Zeke decided to give his unneeded touch to it.

Mikasa, on the other hand, sat with Eren and Porco in the living room (thank god they stopped fighting, because she didn’t want to be in the way of such silly stuff). They were waiting on Armin and Grandpa Kaito to arrive.

Since their grandparents started living with them, they started planning a weekly dinner if possible for everyone to enjoy. They often invited Marcel to these dinners, but Armin and Grandpa Kaito were always there at every dinner, as they are important to her and Eren. They were family.

Once the Arlets have arrived, everyone immediately makes a bee line to the dining table and starts to enjoy the dinner together. She could see Marcel's little brother enjoying his time too. She was glad she and Eren were not alone anymore.

Grandma Yuzu set a few plates of sweets on the table after they all finished eating. Zeke immediately urged them to try his favourite sweet dish, salmiak pie. She had taken a bite and instantly didn't like it. She got off the table to get a garbage bin.

Eren tasted it, and his face twisted as soon as he closed his mouth. Some of them frowned. Mikasa told the brunette to throw it up, and he did. Armin gave him a tissue, and Grandpa Kaito handed him a cup of water.

Everyone had a stunned face on (Zeke was secretly sad that no one enjoyed that lovely dish their grandma had cooked for him).

"And here I thought you stopped being a picky eater." She said with a long sigh.

"Mikasa, you know it's hard for him to like just any food." giggled Armin, patting the depressed Eren on the back.

"I'm even surprised you lasted this long," chuckled the older Arlet.

"Grandpa!" whined the brunette with red ears and slightly red cheeks.

"You're a picky eater?" asked Zeke in surprise, "Why didn't you say anything?"

Mikasa was sure he would have made sure that Eren would have eaten food he actually likes and enjoys.

"I'm not," he mumbled, looking the other way. A sign that he was clearly lying is when he avoids eye contact.

Silence fell upon the room as they waited for Eren to tell them why. She herself didn't know. She was surprised the first time Eren ate the banana offered to him by their blonde brother, or the time he ate the tomato sandwich he had for breakfast, or the time he ate the spicy rice despite him absolutely hating spicy food.

Eren shrank further into his seat, trying to make himself smaller. He played with the hem of his sweater and looked at Zeke in the eye with nervous eyes. Mikasa could see the insecurities bubbling up inside her little brother. On instinct, she grabbed his hand and squeezed it in reassurance.

"I, I thought that if I was picky and acted up, you would send us back to the walls." He mumbles with a tone that would be almost unheard if the room was silent to the point that they could hear a pin drop.

Zeke appeared beside Eren in an instant and engulfed him in a bear hug.From what Mikasa could tell, he was on the verge of crying along with Eren. She joined their hug and whispered to her little brother that he was okay and that it was fine.

(In the corner, Marcel and Porco felt like they were intruding on a private matter, but Kaito had assured them that it was fine. They're still new to each other, and it was normal for them to be this way.

Porco didn't know how he felt about his boss being a softie. Just the thought alone always sent shivers down his spine, but now that he's seen it, he doesn't know how to feel).

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[lucky-peoqle]

the accidental 400mg edible | ted nivison

requested ? : yes !

"ok ok so hear me out on this request, so we all remember ted and the iconic 400mg nerd rope incident? what if he gave his girlfriend (another streamer?) one too, so now everyone has to deal with these two kids high out of their minds and like it would probably be so cute and fluffy with them trying to help each other ride out their highs (ya know after the initial panic) much love!" -@driverpicksthe-music

warnings : swearing, drug use, throwing up

pairings : ted nivison x reader

pronouns : she/her

a/n : im literally 15 and have never been high, bare with me i beg 🙏🗣 *= your channel name !

it was an accident, really it was.

ted just thought they were normal nerd ropes, so when he brought himself and you one from the array of snacks siting on the misfits counter, he didn't think anything of it.

you guys were signing shit for youtooz, half of them already high because it was going to be a long night of signing. you knew your way around high ted, he got hungry.

he wasn't paying attention to what he was grabbing from the kitchen counter, so when he saw the nerd ropes, it reminded him of his childhood.

he just had to taste them again.

and so he did, making you take one as well.

so the two of you ate the nerd ropes, you eating a full one while ted... he ate one and a half.

everything was going fine until you heard someone from the misfits let out a loud laugh.

"... what?" ted let out, a confused complexion rest on his face.

"dude, you and y/n just ate 400mgs worth of edibles!" swagger said through laughs, trying to catch his breath.

your face dropped, "you're kidding?"

swagger shook his head, handing you a wrapper.

you took it swiftly from his grasp, reading the print, "shit!"

you turned to ted, "babe, we're fucked."

y'know they thought they would be fine, thinking they didn't have anything to do that for the rest of the night.... or so they thought.

ted shook his head, "don't worry, we don't have anything else to do, do we?"

you thought for a second, until it came back to you, "we have dinner with my fucking parents."

cooper let out a loud laugh watching ted's eyes widened, "shit, we do!"

so here you are now, a few phone calls with your parents later, sitting on the bathroom floor, fingers down your throat, a bottle of water next to you, toby holding your hair.

you sat there, throwing up some purple concoction, since your nerd rope was purple.

"how's ted?" you look up at toby.

"right now you need to focus on getting this shit out of your system and yourself," she chuckled with a smile.

once you thought you had most of it out of your system, you washed you face off and walked into the living room, all eyes on you.

"how ya feelin?" schlatt asked from the couch.

"everything is started to hurt and i'm cold," you groan, turning your attention to ted, who sat uncomfortably on a chair, clad in a hoodie you didn't recognize.

"yeah, i feel like i'm dying," your boyfriend chuckled, tapping his water bottle on the side of the chair, "i would cuddle you but my bones feel like rubber bands."

you shook your head, walking over to him and placing a kiss atop his head, "i'll kiss it better."

"can you guys... not?" you heard travis laugh awkwardly.

ted glared at him playfully, "you're just jealous i have a hot girlfriend."

you giggled, taking a seat next to his chair, trying to find a position that didn't make your bones feel like they were being crushed or that made them feel like jello.

"have i told you you look gorgeous tonight," you heard ted giggle from beside you.

"no, but now you have," you smile.

schlatt let out a sigh, "god, they're so fucking sappy!"

the position you were sat in was starting to make you feel like hell, so with a groan you changed positions again, "jesus christ, my body is on fire."

you laid flat on the ground, "hmm, this is nice. much better than sitting."

"is it really?" ted asked, getting up and moving to an empty couch, laying down, "shit, it is."

hours passed, it was now around four or three and you felt a tiny bit better, enough to swat schlatt away from your face with his stupid back massager that he was now patronizing ted with.

you watched at ted sent out meaningless threats, laughing your ass off.

somewhere around five, you must have fallen alseep, because all you can remember is throwing up with ted (couple goals), a "cleansing barf" as he put it and laughing at him as he asked around about skittles while you munched on some chips.

you woke the next morning, still high out of your mind, looking at ted, who was already awake.

"were you watching me sleep," you giggle, "fuckin creep."

"i'm still really high," he said flatly.

you nodded, "so am i," you sigh.

yeah, the two of you didn't really do anything the next two days except lay in bed, laugh at nothing and everything, the rest of the lunch club and the misfits checking in on the two of you every now and then, asking if you need anything.

months past, now you sat in ted's living room. he had just uploaded his story time video about so said accident that he asked you to help him with, ted running in and taking a seat next to you.

"look at what cooper just sent me," he laughed, handing you his phone.

you took it out of his hand, looking at the youtube link cooper had sent him.

"ted nivison and y/c/n* being high as balls but cute asf for 6 minutes straight," you read aloud, letting a laugh slip.

"you wanna watch it?" he asked from next to you.

"duh."

[scribble-dee-doo]

Zoro is – distressingly small, which is an upsetting realization all on its own, but he doesn't really have time to figure out why his heart is squeezing like a stress ball and his lungs are close behind because Zoro is barely taller than his knee, with clumsy children's hands and baby fat softening his face until it's almost unrecognizable. He's swimming in his coat, haramaki tangled around his ankles, and when he blinks up at them his expression looks like a child trying to imitate Zoro's pissed-confused-exasperated glower.

“Captain?” he says, piping and high, and Sanji can see the moment he figures out what's going on.

He looks down at his own hands, turns them over and back, face blank except for a growing pinch between his eyebrows.

“Captain?” he asks again, and this time it cracks and he looks like he wishes he'd bitten his tongue instead.

But this time Luffy steps forward and falls into a squat, one hand on his hat, and gets face-to-face with Zoro.

For a long moment they just look at each other, and then Luffy scoops Zoro up in one arm and stands. Nami makes a noise that might have started as a protest but she swallows it and neither of them turn. It's understandable, considering the state of their swordsman and the way Luffy usually throws them around, but it's already been proven that he's surprisingly great with kids and he holds Zoro's weight easy and secure.

Sanji braces himself for indignant yelling anyway, because Zoro has never and will never stand for pity or special handling, but instead there's just more staring. Sanji's can taste paper shreds and tobacco in his mouth but firmly stomps on the urge to ask questions or start yelling, maybe both.

Zoro's squinting like he does when he's running strategies, and then he reaches up, grabs Luffy's cheek and pulls it like a rubber band. It snaps back after a moment and Sanji blinks. Does Zoro not remember everything? What's the exact mix of child-Zoro and Zoro-Zoro that they're working with?

Then Zoro makes a quiet and apparently involuntary sound of distress and Sanji's heart gives an entirely unexpected twist and maybe Chopper has a point about laying off on the cigarettes because his lungs are starting to squeeze too.

Instead of laughing or cooing or, like Sanji's fighting, screaming, Luffy jostles Zoro a bit – his hand spans Zoro's entire back, why is he so small – and smiles.

“You don't have to be strong right now,” he says, and reaches back to grab his hat and plops it on Zoro's head. “We'll be strong for you for a bit, and hey! You can play with us 'n Chopper! And you can't drink booze right now but I bet Sanji would make something special – what's your favorite? Oooh, does it have meat in it? SANJI –”

Sanji's already grinning when Luffy whips around, spitting out the shredded remains of his cigarette and pulling out a new one. His heart is beating properly again, although there's a little pang when he sees how Zoro is curling into Luffy, one hand fisted in Luffy's vest and the other clinging to the hat. Nobody is panicking, though, and he can think about what he's noticed Zoro go for first at feasts and restaurants instead of static like a broken den den mushi.

“I'll see what I can do,” he promises, and Luffy cheers alongside half the crew and starts the charge back to the Sunny, Zoro still perched on his hip.

[robinrunsfiction]

CAN I GET A FRANK X READER FIC WHERE THE BAND GOES OUT FOR LUNCH AND Y/N STAYS AT THE BUS AND SLEEPS IN FRANKS BUNK AND THEY GET BACK AND FRANK SEES HER AND JUST GETS INTO BED WITH HER AHD HOLDS HER AND ITS ALL FLUFFY

Hold You Here

Pairing: Frank Iero x Female Reader Rating: General Requested By: Anons Word Count: 2,000 Author’s Note: I’m combining this with another similar request, which resulted in a longer story! I hope everyone enjoys! TW for a brief mention of Gerard’s addiction struggles in 2004

To be in a band meant that your bandmates were your most intimate friends. Hours, days, weeks spent cramped together in small confined spaces meant that everyone saw each other at their best, worst, and everything in between. Platonic physical affection wasn’t an unusual occurrence and neither was sharing beds so that the fewest number of hotel rooms could be reserved to save money, curling up under a blanket together while watching a movie on the bus, not to mention all the on-stage antics, it was all taken in stride. 

It also helped that everyone looked out for each other, but it seemed as if Frank looked out for you more than the others. When things became hectic, or when you were suffering from one of your migraines, he’d always be the one checking up on you to make sure you were okay. Spending hours up late at night talking with him was one of your favorite ways to pass time on the bus. You’d developed quite the soft spot for the chaotic guitarist.

The band had been touring what felt like non-stop for ages, but especially now that Three Cheers was out. It had been a very long, hot summer full of meeting fans, rocking out, and if you were being honest with yourself, way too much partying on everyone’s part. You were feeling pretty burnt out, but the success of the band made it worth it.

Now it was the last week of Warped Tour 2004 and you could tell summer was ending by how quickly the nights were cooling down. As usual when the tour was stopped over for a couple nights, both a bonfire, and most of the bands, were lit. You were standing as close to the fire as you could without melting the rubber on your chucks trying to keep warm.

“Hey,” Frank said, walking over to stand next to you.

“Hey, how’s it goin?” You asked

“Good. Cold?”

“Yea,” you rolled your eyes. “I decided to dress cute, and now I’m freezing my ass off.”

“Who were you dressing up for?” Frank asked, unzipping his hoodie.

“No one really,” you replied, watching as he took off the sweatshirt. “What are you doing?”

“Keeping you warm,” he replied.

“You don’t have to,” you started as he put it over your shoulders.

“Too late,” he replied with a smirk that faded into a soft smile.

You looked up at him, in the dim light of the bonfire and you felt your heart skip, like a switch had been flipped. That soft spot you held in your heart for him suddenly felt overwhelmed, like the quiet feelings were now screaming in your ears.

“I bet it’s warmer on the bus,” you suggested, deciding to lean into the moment. You just hoped you were gauging the situation correctly.

His eyebrows went up in surprise, but he nodded. “I bet you’re right, wanna go back?”

“Yea.”

The walk across the parking lot was silent, as your hands brushed against each other’s, shoulders bumping occasionally. Climbing into the bus, you wandered to the back and confirmed no one else was around, and when you turned back to Frank he seemed a little nervous.

“Ya know you do look really cute. Like not just tonight, like all the time,” he said.

“Thanks,” you replied, tucking your hair behind your ear nervously. You were in your 20s, why were you suddenly feeling like a middle schooler talking to their crush?

“Wanna watch a movie or something?” He offered after an awkward silence hung between you.

“Sure. Nothing scary though, I’m tired of horror.”

“How can you be tired of horror?” Frank asked with feigned shock.

“Because that’s all we watch and we’ve watched almost every movie we have 100 times over.”

Frank started flipping through the stack of DVDs that the band had accumulated through countless tours. “What about ‘10 Things I Hate About You’?” he asked. 

“Yes,” you nodded eagerly, plopping down on the couch and pulling off your shoes.

Frank put the movie in the DVD player and turned off the lights, sitting next to you. You glanced over, trying to gauge what he was thinking. He glanced back and you snapped your eyes back to the tv. As the movie progressed, Frank casually put his arm over the back of the couch and you settled into his side. 

“I wanna go play paintball, like real paintball, some time,” you said, watching Kat and Patrick’s date on the screen.

“We should go then,” Frank replied.

“Just us? Or,” you trailed off.

“Yea, I mean unless you wanna invite other people.”

You looked up at him, and he was looking back down at you. "No, just us," you said softly.

"Cool," he said with a goofy smile.

You had to bite your lip to keep from giggling, but in that moment, the energy between you shifted. Frank started to lean in and you closed your eyes as his lips met yours. At first the kiss was soft and tender, almost tentative. But then his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer and your hand ran through his hair as he deepened the kiss. 

When you finally came up for air, you couldn't help the smile on your face when you saw how happy Frank looked. "That was fun," you laughed.

"I've been wanting to do that forever," he said, running a hand through his hair, smoothing it down.

"Well we should do it again sometime," you replied.

Just then, loud, drunken voices could be heard outside the door to the bus and you both jumped apart.

"They're in here makin' out or something," Ray shouted over his shoulder with a giggle. You knew there was no way they could have seen you two just minutes before, but the joke still rattled you.

"No they weren't," Mikey said disbelievingly, as he and Gerard followed.

You glanced at Frank who was shaking his head at your bandmates before he changed the subject to something totally random. Things had literally just started with him, and it felt fragile. The last thing you wanted was to have it all fall apart like nothing happened, and be left wondering forever what could have been.

The next day, nothing about the prior night was discussed between you and Frank, but it had been a busy day of press, playing, and meeting fans. When you were climbing back into your bunk, completely exhausted, you spotted a folded up piece of paper on your pillow. You closed the curtain behind you and turned on the small light above your bed. When you unfolded the note, you immediately recognized Frank's scrawling handwriting. 

(YN), all I've been able to think about today is how your lips felt on mine and wondering when I can feel it again. I can't remember anything that was said to me because I was thinking about how I'd rather just be talking to you. I hope sometime before the end of this tour we can hang out alone together again.

XO, frnk

You bit your lip to keep from squealing with delight.

~

The last few days of Warped Tour were just as much of a blur, and when that tour was over, you were quickly shipped off to another one. Gerard was struggling and the whole band was impacted. Everyone dealt with it in their own way, and luckily you had Frank to brush away the worried tears when your brain wouldn't quiet enough to let you sleep at night. 

Soon after, Gerard got the help he needed and when he rejoined the band, you were immediately sent back out on the road. Everything felt a little brighter that fall.

You and Frank were as good as ever, but still keeping your relationship quiet. His hand would find yours when no one else was around. You'd each sneak into each other's bunks and spend the nights cuddled together. Then there was the series of excuses as to why you two should share hotel rooms, which included Mikey texting too much, Ray talking too much, and Gerard keeping the light on all night drawing, among others.

So when you were blindsided with a migraine one morning, you were not at all pleased. The pain throbbed through your head as nausea rolled through your stomach. You groaned as you slid out of your bunk and stumbled to the front of the bus, which was obnoxiously bright, to the cabinet holding the medicine. 

"There's sleeping beauty," you heard Ray laugh, but you just grunted in response. You grabbed the bottle of Excedrin and silently prayed they'd do their job quickly as you took a dose.

"You ok?" Frank asked as you slumped down on the couch.

"No, migraine."

Your bandmates groaned, knowing how much of a pain, literally and figuratively, they were for you.

"So you don't wanna go grab lunch?" Mikey asked.

"Please don't make me think about food or I might get sick."

"Do you want me to stay back with you?" Frank offered. It didn't even register how much concern he was showing toward you.

"No, I just wanna sleep and hope it goes away before we have to play tonight."

"Ok, we'll leave you alone. Come on guys," Gerard said, shooing the guys out. You glanced up and saw Frank giving you a sympathetic look before leaving the bus.

You dragged yourself back to the bunks, closing the door to the main room behind you and looked at your bunk. There was no way in hell you were climbing back up into it. Instead climbed into Frank's. 

You pulled his blanket over you as you curled up in a ball facing the wall. His pillow smelled faintly of his shampoo, but not enough to make you feel sick, or maybe the medication was finally kicking in.

It felt like no sooner you'd fallen asleep that you heard voices in the front of the bus. You wondered how long you’d been out, but didn’t care enough to check the time. Before you could drift off again you heard the door opening and closing softly. Shuffling steps stopped behind you and then you felt someone climb in the bunk behind you.

"Hey," Frank said softly, his arm wrapping around your side.

"Hi," you answered, a smile forming on your face for the first time all day, not that he could see it.

"Feeling better?"

"A bit. Not 100% yet, but better than earlier."

"Mind if I nap with you?"

"Please do," you replied.

Frank drew the curtain shut and settled in behind you. He brushed aside your hair and placed a soft kiss on the side of your neck before giving you another quick squeeze.

You drifted back to sleep for a while, and when you woke up again, your headache was mostly gone you were relieved that you'd be able to play that night without feeling awful. As you stretched your legs out, Frank shifted, pulling you tighter against him.

"Better yet?" He murmured sleepily.

"Yea," you said, not moving more, afraid of disturbing the comfortable cocoon you two were in.

“So at lunch the guys were talking,” Frank started.

“‘Bout what?” You asked, rolling over.

“Us.”

“Oh?” Your heart rate going up.

“We went to this café for lunch and I got you a cupcake, it’s in the fridge by the way. And they were just wondering if there’s something going on between us.”

“What’d you say?”

“I just brushed it off, they were just giving me shit.”

“Oh,” you said, suddenly feeling a little dejected.

“Do you still wanna keep us a secret?” He asked.

“I dunno," you mumbled. "Do you?”

Frank intertwined his fingers with yours. "It's been kinda fun this way. But I also kinda wanna tell everyone I know that I'm the luckiest dude in the world BECAUSE I'm with you."

“Let's decide later,” you replied. “For right this moment, let’s just enjoy this.”

"Good idea," he replied with a soft smile before leaning in and kissing you lovingly.

[idesofrevolution]

Okay: Bad Boy Musky Transformation it is. Enjoy!

I knew, of course, that Marco sold whatever the degenerates in the neighborhood needed. Weed, Acid, Ecstasy, Shrooms, Coke... take out the hard ones and you have his menu. He always seemed to afford the good things in life with his dark money. Two weeks ago he’d bought a Ducati; a week prior it was a 60 inch TV! God knows it wasn’t from dutiful employment, but I knew damn well just what it was that afforded him these luxuries: whatever could be inhaled, snorted, or smoked. And yet, here I was, working two jobs at McDonalds & Popeyes just trying to afford my garbage studio apartment. 

He’d only ever been kind to me, I’ll admit. He’d bring by a pizza he said he couldn’t finish, or his old speakers he’d upgraded. Nice guy, if a bit dim. Always out in the courtyard, laying by the pool with his shirt off. Always surrounded by other guys who’d slip him a hundred. It’s not fair! Four years of college and what did I have to show for it? Student loans and no job prospects. Yet there he was: no trade, no job, no future really; but living like a king. So it was one day where I’ll fully admit that my jealousy overwhelmed me. 

I was short that month, for the first time mind you. Short only by a hundred dollars for rent, but I had already gotten a notice on my door. Pay tomorrow or get lost. It was this desperation that made me remember every deal that thug made, every 8-ball, every eighth, every pill... Would he really notice a hundred missing from his pile? I knew for a fact that every Wednesday night, precisely at 10, Marco would leave for the hookah club and not return until 4 or 5 at the earliest. I knew he locked his door, a few locks actually, but I also knew that the moron left his window cracked nearly every night. It just so happened that on that particular evening, he did just that. 

In that fleeting moment of curiosity, a plan built up in my head. I watched him loudly slam his door, lock his several locks, and saunter out down the stairs. I waited about five minutes before creeping out of my apartment, careful to watch for other prying eyes. I had to be quick. I made a run for it, bolting to his open window on the balcony. It slid open quite easily, and I heaved myself over the ledge and into Marco’s dark apartment. I landed on the ratty old carpet and quickly shut the window. Looking around the apartment, it was a three bedroom for sure. In the same state of disrepair as mine, but furnished with some of the most expensive, gaudy things I’ve ever seen. Brand new leather couches, a coffee table made completely of glass, a massive stereo system next to his 60 inch TV... An absolute manchild lived here.

However, I wasn’t there for the TV or the oversized sectional. I had a sneaking suspicion that he, like many of us, kept his extra money somewhere in the bedroom. Ensuring that no noise would come from my steps, I snuck quietly down the hall, covered in paintings of scantily clad men toward the bedroom. Interesting, he swung that way, huh? Opening the door, a wafting stink hit me in the face. The room was covered in dirty laundry, used condoms, half rolled  blunts, and lines of coke on nearly every surface. This is what I was expecting, and I was surely right. Holding my nose shut, I crept toward his dresser, and began to ruffle through his belongings. Damp socks, damp underwear, damp lycra, everything in there was damp and reeking. I slammed each of the drawers shut, and opened the closet. There, on the tile floor behind rows of pristine sneakers were a pair of destroyed old Vans; and inside each were rolls of hundred dollar bills. Jackpot. I knelt down and grabbed one of the rolls, momentarily unclamping my nose to remove the rubber band. The smell was unbelievable. It took me aback, just how strong it was. I’m sure each of the pairs of Huaraches, AF1′s, and the like had strong scents of their own, but from this single pair of beat up old Vans was the most salty, sweet, almost cheesy footmusk that I’d ever encountered.

For a mere second, I contemplated bringing one of the shoes to my face, letting the dirty, wet insole touch the tip of my nose. However, it was in that second that I should have just left well enough alone. The lightswitch flipped on, and looming over me was the hulking, shirtless Marco. In my right hand was his wad of cash, in the left was his grody sneaker. My face flushed, and my stomach dropped to my toes. He crossed his arms and smiled.

“If you wanted a loan you could have just asked...” Words were caught in the back of my throat. I wanted so terribly to make up some fantastic excuse as to my presence in his closet, but the frog in my throat had other ideas. The growing grin of Marco, paired with him beginning to kneel down to my level made my heart nearly stop beating. “And if you wanted a sniff I’d have given it to you.” He smirked and slowly pulled the shoe from my hand, taking a quick whiff of it’s stench. He turned quickly and laughed, waving the wafting scent away from his face before grabbing the back of my head and plunging it right into the shoe. “Okay, deep breath now.”

I tried to struggle, to fight back, but the man was nearly twice my size and pure muscle. There was no chance of me weaseling my way out of this. I had to just play along with this weird fetish that he seemed to have. I inhaled a quick breath, barely getting any stink. 

“No, no. I said deep breath.” I felt a strong hand shoot to my crotch, grabbing my junk within my jeans. The shock of this invasive gesture broke my concentration, and a gasp of breath escaped from my mouth. Into my nose, my mouth, my sinuses, my brain did the musk penetrate. I moaned loudly, the confusion of a powerful grope and a powerful scent submerged me into a strange state of consciousness. Or rather, a lack thereof. I was inhaling the footsmell like air, and I couldn’t get enough. My cock began to tent in my pants, and I felt my right hand drop the roll of cash I thought I so desperately needed. “Ahh, haha. That’s right, let it in. Let me in.” 

His voice seemed distorted, as if we were in a deep cavern, it echoed in my skull. He removed the shoe from my face, pulling me to my feet by my bulging groin. Guiding me toward his bed, I sat down on the smelly sheets, no longer in complete control of my faculties.

“Take your clothes off.” His words entered my ears like soft velvet, it felt wrong to disobey. In fact, I wanted to obey. For the first time, I wanted to listen to whatever this man told me to do. His bulging muscles, his plump lips, the way his crooked smile felt so dangerously mischievous, the way his smell took my breath away like a vacuum. For the first time, this man was everything I wanted. I ripped my clothes off and lay there on his bed wearing nothing but my bare, cold skin. Smiling, he took hold of my throbbing, upright cock in his rough hand. Ripples of goosebumps ran up and down my body as he slowly ran his calloused hand up and down my shaft. Each stroke allowed a groan or a moan to sneak out of my lips, before he leaned down atop me and planted a soft kiss onto my lips. He tasted like an ashtray and as his tongue slipped into my mouth, rolling atop my own, I could feel some of his taste transfer to me. I can’t explain it, as we kissed I could feel that taste of cigarettes and blunts seep into my tongue. I pulled his pants down, his thick, uncut cock tumbling out of his compression shorts onto my stomach. He smiled as he pulled away from the kiss. I stuck my finger under his foreskin, swiping it around, and brought it to my lips. It tasted like ripe, sweaty cock, and I began to crave it. “Oh yeah, babe you’re a keeper.”

He jumped up, and pulled me toward the edge of the bed. I got a perfect frontal view of his gorgeous cock and saggy balls, his virile and manly smell kept pouring into my nose and into the depths of my mind. He grabbed me by the back of my hair and pulled my eager mouth forward, engulfing his slick, smelly cock. I suckled, my loud slurping seeming making him even hornier. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him fiddling with something just out of view. As he thrust down my throat, I realized just what it was that he had. His used condom, I presume from whatever sexy fuck occurred the night prior, was in his hands. I closed my eyes as I felt its rubbery walls close tightly around the tip of my cock, slickly sliding down my shaft until his cold, creamy load touched my slit. With a loud snap, I looked down and saw his thick white cum completely enveloping my cockhead. I only got a quick glance before he’d pulled out of my mouth, replacing his succulent cock with my now favorite smelly shoe. I licked the sole, letting the thick toejam season my ashy tongue as the musk thrust into my nose once more. 

I knew what was coming, and I was prepared when I felt that slippery cock slip like butter into my tight hole. He’d grabbed my cock, covered in his seed, and jerked in tandem with his thrusts into my ass. Sensory overload. His smell, his seed, his cock, his taste, the very sight of him... It was all him. He was marking me. I was his property, and I was glad to oblige. Every single hard smack against my ass cheeks, every stinking waft into my brain, every breath of his smoky breath coming out of my mouth... It was too much! He fucked like a madman, stroking my cock into his slime until I felt a strange tingling in my cockhead. It was a slick, penetrating sensation of his seed... slurping into my slit! I was nearly screaming as I felt it sink deep down my shaft, into my engorging balls. It was stewing, brewing inside my growing sack! I heard him howl as he unloaded his fresher load into me. 

I felt his cock within me shooting spurt after spurt... going from ounces to gallons very quickly. His cum spread throughout my body like water into a balloon. I could feel the silky liquid beneath my skin, creeping, inflating every part of my body. It seeped up my throat, into my mouth, behind my very eyes into my brain. The pressure grew as I felt growth, I felt strength, I felt different. My body was gelatinous beneath my skin, before slowly firming into a much larger form. An improved form. I pulled Marco’s shoe from my face, and looked at my changing body. The cum kept flowing as I saw my muscled arms, my bulging abs, a grotesquely inflated ballsack... He leaned down and kissed me again, giving me another much needed taste of his addictive taste. My brain was melting, reforming, changing... Things were fuzzy and blurred before it was my turn to blow my load. In it, was who I used to be, my failures, my strife, my worries and obligations... Flowed like a jet out of my cock into his condom. Cum flowed out of the top of the condom, before Marco ripped it from me, letting the hot juices pool between us. 

“Lookin’ good, babe.” He smiled at me, and I looked at the man I loved with a smirk. Yeah, I sure fuckin’ do look good. We laid there all night long, fucking and kissing and sniffing and tasting... By the time the sun came up, I was in his clothes, I reeked of his sweaty manly musk, I was wearing my favorite pair of red Vans, and I was readying an 8-ball for pickup later that morning (after a few lines for me and the boyfriend). I kicked back and lit a cigarette, enjoying the laid back life I’d come to love with my man.

It’s a love story. How touching. So let me know what you think. Give me some anons on your opinions! Also, toss a few quid into the tip jar and I’d be eternally grateful <3 <3

[hyunnows]

love, [Y/N] | jjk

► PAIRING: Jungkook x reader

► CONTENT/WARNINGS: angst, mentions of fluffy memories, mc death, lots of Jungkook tears, best friends!au, mentions of unrequited love

► WORD COUNT: 2k+

► RATING: pg13

► SUMMARY: "It’s not fair that he was holding the last of you in his hands, unable to focus on anything other than the last words he’ll ever receive from you."

↳ A/N: I got this idea at 2:36 am and I don't know where it came from but oh well. This was meant to be a 300-word blurb and we ended up at 2k lol. I haven't written anything for Jungkook compared to Tae, and honestly, this maknae has been climbing my bias list so here's a semi-self-indulgent fic filled with angst and crying! I hope you enjoy it, please feel free to leave feedback and reblog! Also, STREAM BUTTER!

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Shaking with fear, Jungkook gripped your hand tightly, tears pouring out his red eyes as your patient monitor fluctuated slightly. With a quivering lip, he croaks, “C'mon [Y/N], wake up. For me? Please…”

He feels your small fingers squeeze his own gently, weakly, and hope beams across his face. But just as soon as the hope had come, it vanished, your paling fingers going stiff in his palm. The once steady beeping now a quickly accelerating sequence, the sound ringing in the brunet boy's ears as his eyes go wide and breath cuts short.

He feels the nurses pull at him, trying to drag him out the room and he thrashes against them, his nails digging into your hospital bed with all their might until his knuckles turn white and his vision blurs. Loud sobs rack through his body as he slumps in the nurses’ arms, pressing the balls of his palms into his eyes, trying to stop the tears and the burning. His cries almost choke him, the occasional cough jerking his body harshly.

When he sees the familiar face of the doctor, he prays that the downcast gaze and frown don't mean what he thinks.

“[L/N] [Y/N],” Seokjin takes a breath, his own eyes beginning to water at the words he's about to utter, “time of death: 2 am… I'm sorry Jungkook. I did everything, I-I tried every voltage and pumped her with liquids a-and everything I could d-do—I couldn't save her. I'm so—so sorry.”

It's like his entire world has crumbled in a second. His arms and chest are suddenly heavy, his lips, throat, and face feel dry and dehydrated, and his eyes can't decide if they want to be open or closed because of the stinging sensation they feel when he tries either. Sitting on the floor in front of your room, he takes the hand Jin outstretched and wobbles inside, only to fall back down the moment he sees your dull figure.

He doesn't care that a small crowd can see him babbling incoherently as he tries to apologize to you through his sniffles and whimper, crawling to your hand and lacing his fingers through yours.

Eventually, Taehyung and Jimin pick him up and drag him out of the building you took your last breath in. Jungkook didn't try to resist, knowing he was in no shape to put up a fight or drive himself home. He needed to get out of there anyway, the smell of death only he could detect suffocating him slowly.

On his way upstairs, Taehyung holds him back, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a short stack of envelopes—maybe two or three—rubber-banded together and hands them to the younger. “Her first day in the ER, she m-made me promise to give you these if she—if she… You know…”

Hearing they were yours, he takes them gently and swiftly, immediately holding them close as if they were his lifeline. He gives Taehyung a silent, stiff nod before turning and dragging himself to his room.

He doesn't open them right away, taking his time to admire your adorable calligraphy and observing every smudge or erased pencil mark you'd left on their light material.

He's not surprised to find every letter addressed to him, because it wouldn't be the first time you two had given each other messages the old-fashioned way, and he smiled softly at the “before you read” attached to the first envelope.

If you're not Jeon Jungkook, please don't read these. If you are, know that I'm still with you, in these letters, in your heart, our memories and that I will always be here, even though I'm sorry I can't physically be here with you right now. These are letters I've written to you, but never sent. They're from the bottom of my heart and they say everything I've ever wanted to tell you.

—[Y/N]

His heart beats harder as he opens the first letter, doing his best not to tear the envelope and keep it perfectly intact for him to save.

There are two Polaroids safety-pinned to the letter, both with his face and yours smiling brightly at each other. He gently unclips them, tucking them safely into the [Y/N]-specially decorated sleeve. He breathes in deeply and unfolds the letter, immediately tearing up at your handwriting on the wilting paper.

Dear Jungkook,

I know you don't think it's cool or modern to send letters, so I won't send this.

Anyway, I want to thank you for always being there for me, my big, strong, human-shoulder-tissue. I couldn't be luckier than I am to have you as my best friend.

And I know this is going to sound cheesy, but I love you more than anyone or anything in this world. You're the diamond to my sky, the sun to my earth, and the person I would choose to spend the rest of my life with.

In other words, I'm in love with you, Jeon. I wish you were in love with me, but I'm already the happiest girl in the world being by your side every day.

Your Best Freind,

[Y/N]

His heart pounds against his ribs, because you had been in love with him. You had wanted him to be the last face you'd ever see. You were right in front of him, your heart on your sleeve for who knows how long, and he hadn't known until you were dead. His face contorted into one of pain at the reality, and he squeezed his eyes shut to stop the tears, taking long, shaky breaths before opening the second letter.

This note is considerably newer than the first, its edges still white and crisp, but the deepness of the creases tells him it's at least a few months old.

Dear Jungkookie,

Lately, I've been sick—which you know because I've told you. I haven't told you about my feelings yet because I don't want to scare you or pressure you, but I'm probably going to die before I ever get to tell you these things.

Since I told you how I felt in the last letter, I'm going to try and describe why in this letter. Reason number one, your presence. You always manage to just enter a dark, tense room and make it so much brighter and more comfortable. I don't know if it’s your smile or your laugh or the way you don't care if you're embarrassed or not, but you just manage to make everyone feel comfortable in themselves.

Reason number two, your kindness. I had never seen someone run back inside, get an entire table's worth of food, and give it away before. You're always so willing to give, despite the cost. I hope you never change.

Reason number three, it's kind of odd but I fell in love with your voice. Not just the way it sounds pretty when you sing, but the way it has the power to comfort whoever you’re singing to. I’ve always been able to come to you for support and comfort.

Reason number four is you know how to turn a bad day into a good one. You can talk to anyone who’s down for five minutes and you’ll turn them into a giggling, grinning mess.

Reason number five, you’ve always made me feel loved. Even though our entire relationship has been platonic—at least on your side—you’ve always checked up on me, held me, and made sure I knew I was enough and I can’t thank you enough for that.

Number six is your passion. You always put your all into everything you do. Be it making breakfast for the boys or helping me with a project I put off until the last minute, you make sure it’s all or nothing.

Seven is that you taught me how to love unconditionally. I always believed in falling in love and finding the one, but I never knew how intense it felt to be able to give your all to someone and not expect a single thing in return—until I met you. From the way your nose scrunches when you smile, to how you tilt your head when you’re confused, I love it all. From the best thing about you to the worst, it’s all you, and I wouldn’t want you to ever change. Every scar and blemish, each pore and lash, I’ve fallen in love with all of them because they make you, you.

I know you don’t feel the same, and in complete honesty, I love you so much I don’t even care. As long as you’re happy and I’m able to spend as much of my time by your side I’m happy.

He chokes on a sob when he finishes the second letter, tears dampening the card stock as he shivers. His heart clenches harder as he folds it back up, giving both pictures a once over before pinning them back on the letter.

Opening up the last envelope, a cry racks through his body, and he’s ugly crying now. The necklace he’d given you perfectly washi-taped against the letter. He pulls it off, tucking it tightly into his palm, and holds his breath. This time, the letter is a small, short piece of paper folded in half once.

He almost can’t read your small, dainty handwriting through his bubbling tears, but manages.

Hi Jungkook. Did you see the necklace?

It’s the one you bought me for my fifteenth birthday, that I told you I had lost. For a while, I had, and I remember I was too scared to tell you, but you noticed before I could anyway. I was so relieved you weren’t mad at me because I didn’t know what I would do if you were. I still don’t.

Anyway, the point of this short, last letter is to tell you how I want you to remember me. I don’t want you guys to think of me as your sickly friend who died when you were in your twenties… but I want you to remember the good memories we made together. I want you to remember the day we met, when I accidentally broke your bike and when we were both grounded for four months for sneaking out of our houses for our first party. I want you to remember how we got sick together because you couldn’t let me walk home alone in the rain, but you couldn’t drive and we both forgot jackets and umbrellas. I want you to remember the day you forgave me for losing the most precious thing anyone has ever given me, because that’s the day I fell in love with you.

This paper’s running out of space so I’m going to wrap this up. I want you to remember everything good about our time together, and not what ended it. Don’t think about how I’m gone, because I’m still with you, after death. These letters, the photos, and this necklace are what I’m leaving behind for you to keep. Don’t cry when you think of me, don’t think of the fact that we’ve been making our last memories, just don’t forget me.

Jungkook clutches the necklace tighter, afraid to drop it. Not only had he lost you, but he’d also missed out on the opportunity to be with you because he’d been too scared to ask you out while you were alive. He’d been in love with you since you two were eleven, tried to confess to you when you were fifteen, and lost you at twenty-three.

It’s not fair, he decides, it’s not fair that your love never got a real chance and it never would. It’s not fair that all these years you thought your feelings were one-sided when he reciprocated them ten-fold. It’s not fair that he was holding the last of you in his hands, unable to focus on anything other than the last words he’ll ever receive from you.

He sucks in a deep breath, barely croaking out your sign-off, “Love, [Y/N].”

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this is me, slipping into your asks from your friends blog! idk if you saw the request but i’d love a bokuto fic where his s/o is having a rough natural hair day, i am currently ... struggling lol. thank you angel!!!

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reading: black!fem!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1.6k

request: this is me, slipping into your asks from your friends blog! idk if you saw the request but i’d love a bokuto fic where his s/o is having a rough natural hair day, i am currently ... struggling lol. thank you angel!!!

a/n: I’m am SOOOO sorry for the wait sis 😭 but I really do hope you enjoy

Another one. For the past two hours, you’ve managed to break three scrunchies and your rat tail comb. You groaned in huge frustration, trying to figure out why your hair isn’t working out for you. “What the fuck?! Work with me, DAMN!” You harshly combed out your hair and SNAP! You brought back down the wide tooth and saw the comb snapped in half. In fury, you threw the comb across the room.

“This thing acting like I won’t shave it off and call it a day.” You complained out loud while pulling on your hair and trying to figure out what to do.

“Babyyy! Y/N!” What a relief! Your handsome, six foot two, volleyball playing boyfriend came into your shared home, happy to be home with his beautiful girlfriend. Typically you would yell back hello if you were busy or come into his large body and give him a tight hug as he tells you how his day went and give you multiple forehead kisses.

But today you didn’t. You haven’t left your vanity and glued yourself to your seat as out loudly cursed your hair. Seeing that you didn’t welcome him home, he looked around the house to see where you were until he met a frustrated you pulling at your hair. Bokuto was actually used to your bad hair days so he knew how to approach you whenever your hair didn’t feel like cooperating.

He put his bag down next to the couch and quietly crept into your shared bedroom. Instead of greeting you with loudness, he wanted to comfort you and distract you from the thing that was stressing you the most. He walked behind you and snaked his arm around your waist, giving you a soft hug as he softly said, “Hello y/n, did you miss me?”

You got scared at his touch but calmed down at the hearing of his soft voice talking to you. You slightly turned to face your boyfriend and smiled at his golden eyes trying to calm you down. You took a breather from all the stress and answered, “Of course Kotaro, why wouldn’t I miss you? You’ve been gone all day.”

“You seemed frustrated when I came and you didn’t say hello.” He curved a slight downward smile, “You didn’t even give me a hello hug, you always give me a hello hug.”

You sighed and kissed his cheek to reassure him, “I’m fine babe, it’s just that my hair is not working with me at all.” Bokuto looked at your hair then back at you, mentally solving how he can fix your hair problem.

DING! Something hit him and grew happy at his idea. He smiled widely and asked you, “Y/N can I do your hair? Please please pleaseee. The way you style your hair is so pretty and I wanna try it myself.” The man kept begging you until you finally agreed, “Okay okay Bokuto, you can do my hair. But fuck it up and you’re sleeping on the couch for a week.”

“Don’t worry y/n, I got this.” Of course your boyfriend had confidence that he knew exactly what he was doing since he saw you do your hair literally almost every day. For date nights, games, work, any occasion, he would just sit on the bed and watch you work your ways on your hair until it becomes a masterpiece. Always leaving the white/black hair man in awe of what you can do with two hands. One of the great gifts of having a black girlfriend if he does say so himself.

You got off your chair and took a seat on the carpeted floor. While Bokuto went to go shower and put on a change of clothes cause he knows you don’t like having his sweat roaming the room. After, he took a seat at your vanity and looked at your hair supplies spreaded around. He thought about what style he should do on you, there’s so many to choose from and you would look good in all of them but which one?

You looked at him and saw a concerned look on him, you asked, “Something wrong Bo?”

“I don’t know what I wanna do, I mean what I can do to make my baby even prettier than she is now?” You lightly laughed at his compliment, and his thinking face that he had on.

Finally, a style came to mind, one that was simple yet he loved seeing you in it. Before starting, he collected all of the supplies that were needed and got to work on your hair. At first it was silence surrounding the two of you until Bokuto excitedly started talking about how practice went.

“Y/N you should’ve seen me at practice today! The way I was hitting those spikes was literal perfection, I barely missed any. Oh, we had this five-on-five game today and I got to be team captain.”

“It brought back old memories didn’t it?” You smiled at the memory of seeing Bokuto in his high school uniform, fulfilling his captain role, putting a smile on his team's faces for scoring, and being one of the greatest aces in Japan of course.

“Yup! Feels like old times when it would be Akaashi setting the ball for me and the great ace, that’s me, comes flying in, spiking it and getting another score. Now it’s Atsumu setting for me and Hinata cheering me on, I think Sakusa cheered for me too, don’t remember.”

“Last time I remember Sakusa cheered was when Hinata actually didn’t fuck up his quick attack with Atsumu.” You two laughed at the memory of Sakusa being somewhat excited at Hinata for not missing the ball or spiking it too late.

The conversation continued on about practice until Bokuto decided that it was your turn to speak. You spoke about it as Bokuto was all ears, listening to you, even though you were mostly cooped up in this house since it was your day off from work.

You stopped talking to take a peek at what your boyfriend was doing until he firmly pushed you back down on the carpet. He commented that you would ruin the process, he needs to focus, and that he wants you to wait until the end.

“But Bo-”

“Nope y/n, you have to wait.”

You furrowed your brows at him, “It’s my hair Kotaro, why can’t I see?”

“Trust the process y/n! Don’t you always do that with your hair?”

You let a ‘hmph’ and crossed your arms, “At least I get to see what I’m doing.”

Bokuto gave a wide smile to your grouchy face, “You’re gonna love it y/n, I promise.”

You peeped Bokuto grabbing rubber bands, giving you some ideas of what he could be up to. “And I’m holding you to that promise.”

To make time fly by, the two of you had random conversations that led into a whole nother topic than before. One minute you’re talking about getting new furniture then the next, you’re talking about the coral reef. At some point, you guys even had an odd conversation about weird habits that people do.

“Anddd done y/n.” Bokuto scooted back the chair and got up from it, giving you room to get up and take a look at your hair. Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped at the work your boyfriend did. You were honestly caught by surprise that your boyfriend could do something like that with your hair. Styling it a large puff with black and white rubber band style going across.

Meanwhile, Bokuto was chewing his lip and getting nervous, wondering whether or not you liked it. He knew how much you loved your hair and he wouldn’t wanna do anything to mess up your beautiful curls/coils. “Do- do you like it y/n?”

You turned around, seeing your face lit up washed away his nerves and giving him a breath of relief. You immediately jumped on him, which caught him by surprise and made him lean back, landing on the bed with you still on him. You responded,”I love it Kotaro! You did such an amazing job and this style is bomb as hell, where did you learn how to do that?”

“After that failed attempt at doing your hair, your great boyfriend, that’s me, went on Youtube to learn how to do different hairstyles with your hair. I really loved this style and I spent hours learning it, but I say it was worth it.”

You smiled at his answer, it made you giddy inside that your boyfriend takes time out of his day to learn how to do your hair. Your hair! One that was definitely different from his natural spiked up hair. This kind of dedication made you fall in love with him even more than before.

You gave him a large smile and kissed him, “It was definitely worth it Bokuto cause I fucking love it. Plus I think it’s cute that you tried to match with the black and white rubber bands.”

“I’m so happy you love it y/n.”

You kissed his cheek and said, “I’m even more happy that I have a boyfriend like you.”

“Besides, what if we have a kid y/n? I can’t leave it to you to do all the work. I wanna have little daddy-daughter dates and do her hair while I’m showing her volleyball videos.”

You laughed at him, “You’re gonna stuff our future daughter’s brain with volleyball and make them say ‘One touch’ instead of ‘mama’. But I think that’s so sweet of you Bokuto.” You hugged your boyfriend and he hugged you back even tighter, “That and I didn’t like seeing my baby frustrated.”

“Next time my hair doesn’t cooperate, I’ll just call you for help.”

“Call me Bokuto, the great hair superhero!” You two laughed at the superhero name and shared the moment of happiness and content surrounding the two of you. Honestly, you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend besides Kotaro Bokuto himself.

omg I finally finished it, wow I’m proud of myself

I haven’t written in a superrrr long time but hopefully I can get back and write regularly

bye babes, drink your water, stay hydrated, and remember that you are the baddest bitch on the planet 🥰 no matter what ANYONE says

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