#bruh the fake flash

[gaysindistress]

When Night Comes - one

Summary: Who would win in a staring contest? New York’s resident mob boss and master of the side eye Bucky Barnes or the daycare teacher who really wants to go home and smoke?

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: mob!Bucky because he is his own warning, probs only cursing this chapter

word count: 2.1K

masterlist

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on Google/Pinterest

“Hey I need your help out front,” Jessica wearily asks as she pops her head into the classroom door. The other woman who’s sitting on the jungle carpet with the kids nods her head and stands up, kids clinging to her arm as she does so. 

“What’s up?” she asks, shaking off the monkey children, “I need you guys to go sit on the carpet. I need to talk to Ms. Jessica.”

The kids run back to the group before Jessica explains, “There’s a man here to pick up Wyatt but I don’t recognize him and he’s not showing any ID. I figured with who his parents are, you might want to check it out.”

“Bruh you’ve got to be kidding me. Get a picture of him and his car and don’t let any of the kids out of the room until I come back. I’m getting real sick of this shit,” the mental exhaustion of running a daycare, let alone one with high-profile clients, rips her apart most days.

Another kid comes running up to the two women, complaining about how annoying her brother is being, “Ms. Jessica, Ms. Sunny, Mason won’t leave me alone. He keeps pinching me.”

Jessica takes over the situation and leads the little girl back towards the carpet, asking her what she did to try and stop him while the other woman, Ms. Sunny, leaves to handle the rather broody-looking man at the school’s front doors. His jaw is locked in a permanently clenched state, no doubt causing tension but also creating a killer resting bitch face. He’s looking down at his phone and doesn’t notice that she’s in the lobby with him until she clears her throat. 

“I’m here for Wyatt,” he fumbles to put his phone away when he looks up at her. 

“Can I see your ID please?” she asks, coming to stand in between him and the hallway leading toward the classroom. 

“No.”

She flashes a very fake smile and crosses her arms over her chest, “Unfortunately it’s our policy; I can’t release a child into someone’s care unless I know who they are or I see their ID to confirm they’re on the approved adult list. So if I can’t see your ID then I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

“Just call Steve,” his jaw twitches as his frustration grows. 

“I can once I see your ID.”

“You don’t need to see my ID. Just call Steve and bring out Wyatt.”

She scratches at the corner of her eye in annoyance, “I’m about 30 seconds from calling the police on you for attempted kidnapping. You may either leave or show me your ID, it’s really not that hard.”

When he puts his hands on his hips, metal flashes from under his coat in an attempt to scare her into submission but all she does is let out a breathy laugh at the lame attempt. This only frustrates him even more and he digs into his pocket to retrieve his phone to make a call while giving her the staredown. Being an unbothered queen, she flashes him another sarcastic smile when he gives her a particularly nasty look. The kids are going wild in the classroom, screams and laughter echoing through the hallway and into the lobby. Another man gets out of the SUV the first man no doubt arrived in and raps harshly on the school’s glass door. A black hoodie peaks out from under the leather jacket he’s wearing, giving him a softer look than the other man who’s in a full suit. If she didn’t know better, she would’ve assumed that he was the lackey and the first man is the boss but she does and resists rolling her eyes when she pushes open the door for him. 

“Thank you, Doll,” his honey voice coats her ears as he slides past her, “What seems to be the problem?”

“This asshole here wouldn’t let me see his ID and was being rude, demanding that I just bring out Wyatt,” she’s dropped the kind daycare teacher act at this point and falls back into her normal personality and word bank. 

“Is that true, Scott?” the honey-voiced man asks Scott, turning his head to look at him. 

“Maybe if she wasn’t being such a bit…”

He cut him off with a stern look, “I’m going to stop you right there. We don’t call women names even if they are true. Now apologize to her and go to the car.”

Scott mumbles a very curt and snarky apology to her and shoves the door open, storming off like a child. She lets out a deep sigh, watching him leave before looking at the other man whose eyes haven’t left her, “I still need to see your ID.”

“Of course,” he pulls his wallet from his back pocket and flips it open to hand her the card. 

She glances over it and hands it back, “Thank you, Mr. Barnes. Wyatt will be right out and next time you come to pick him up, please come in yourself or have the Rogers add the asshat to the list. I really don’t enjoy arguing with a man-child when I have a classroom full of better-behaved kids.”

Mr. Barnes chuckles and nods to show he’s in agreement, “Scott could use a lesson or two in manners. I’ll make sure he won’t bother you again.”

Wyatt comes bounding out of the classroom, backpack hanging off one shoulder and half-finished coloring pages fisted in his hands. He breaks into a sprint when he spots his uncle crouching down with arms wide open and nearly tackles him to the ground. 

“Uncle Bucky!” he shouts when he jumps into Bucky’s arms.

“Hey buddy, how was your day?”

“Look at what I made,” Wyatt shoves the coloring pages into Bucky’s face with excitement, “Ms. Sunny helped me.”

Bucky’s eyes rake up her form before making intense eye contact with her, a small smirk on his plump lips, “Is that so? Why don’t you say goodbye to Ms. Sunny?”

Wyatt launches himself at her legs, rapidly saying his goodbyes. She smiles down at him, “Have a good night, home slice. We’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

He runs back to his uncle and takes his hand as Bucky pushes the door open to leave. He pauses and sends Wyatt to the car so he can get one last word in with the daycare teacher. 

“I really am sorry for the confusion earlier. Let me make it up to you.”

“Yeah come in yourself next time,” she scoffs, spinning to go back to the classroom. 

“How about dinner?” he calls after her, freezing her just before she gets to the room. 

“Are you seriously asking me out?”

He shrugs his shoulders, a smirk growing even wider, “Are you saying yes?”

She doesn’t give him the satisfaction of answering and disappears into the classroom, leaving him chuckling to himself. It’s not the first time they’ve met, having seen each other in passing when he picks up Wyatt but this is certainly the first time he’s actually talked to her. She’s not surprised that he decided to flirt with her; he is, after all, the king of New York and known as the Flirt of Brooklyn. Even though the kids call her Ms. Sunny, she’s a far cry from her nickname and is unamused by his behavior. He’s going to have to try harder than that to get under her skin or take her out. 

Jessica quickly gets up from the teacher’s desk when Sunny comes back in, “Everything go okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” she waves Jessica off, “It ended up being Wyatt’s uncle who sent in his bodyguard. I told him that he needed to come in himself like he had been doing so hopefully I won’t have to call Mom and Dad. You know how Mr. Rogers gets when we call him.”

“Oh yeah, I wouldn’t get them involved unless it again,” Jessica agrees but her face lights up at the mention of the uncle, “Oh my god it was Bucky Barnes?”

This time she can’t stop her eyes from rolling on their own, “Yes it was. Jesus, what is it with you and every other woman who works here?”

“Um did you even look at him? He’s like super hot and rich, who wouldn't want a piece of that ass?”

“Ok language, we have little ears,” Sunny whispers to her over-excited coworker, “Also he’s a criminal so there’s that.”

“Which makes him even hotter. You’re telling me that you didn’t feel something down there?”

“Jessica!” The woman smiles devilishly at her, awaiting her answer.

“No, and the whole bad boy thing is the worst trope I’ve ever heard of.”

“I’ll bet you anything that after one more interaction with him and you’ll be gossiping right along with us,” Jessica winks at her as she waltzes away to go help one of the kids with their project. 

“Oh Sunny,” Jessica’s sing-song voice calls out as she walks down the hallway to the classroom. From her spot at the teacher’s desk, she can hear just how excited Jessica is by how she’s practically running down the hallway. She bursts into the room, two drinks in hand and various bags hanging off her arms. 

“I come bearing gifts,” she puts the drinks on the desk whilst dropping her bags to the ground, “A chai with almond milk and cinnamon. Also, I have a favor to ask of you.”

Sunny takes the boiling chai into her cold hands and sighs at the warmth it brings as she listens to the favor, “Thank you, my dear. I’m all ears.”

“So,” she begins, shoving off her leather jacket, “my friend is having a kickback this weekend and I need you to come with me.”

“Why?”

“Because I want you to be there.”

Leaning back in the creaky chair, Sunny gives her a disapproving look, “Hm you said need.”

“Can’t it both?” Jessica’s black hair falls forward over her shoulders as she moves to rest her arms on the desk, “Either way I would really really appreciate it if you came with me.”

“You still haven’t told me why.”

“The guy I've been talking to on and off for like months now is going to be there and I could really use a wing woman.” 

“Girl, what do you need a wing woman for?”

Jessica scoffs, dramatically spinning away, “He’s so fucking dry over text but in person, he’s like a totally different person. I need someone to flirt with him a little and see if he’s really just that way or if he’s just not interested in me.”

Sunny mulls over the thought, sipping away at the devilishly hot coffee in her hands. Going to a kickback would be fun but flirting with people, let alone talking to people isn’t something that she enjoys or wants to do on her time off. 

“What do I get out of it?”

Flashing the best smile she can, Jessica pleads with her, “A lifelong friendship. Please please please come with me.”

“How big is this kickback going to be?”

“Like 50 people tops.”

Her jaw drops in shock, “50? As in five zero?”

“Yes,” Jessica says sheepishly, dropping herself onto a tiny table meant for their kids. 

“That’s not a kickback. That’s a whole ass house party. Kickbacks are maybe 10 people, not five times that.”

“I promise it’ll be so low-key that you won’t even notice. I’ll pay for the Uber, drinks, whatever, just come with me please.”

“ You do realize how inappropriate it is for a director to hang out with a teacher let alone go to a house party, right?” Sunny asks, setting her coffee down and checking the time to make sure they have enough time to hash out the details before the kids arrive. 

“No one will find out. Your bosses don’t even check on us that often. I highly doubt they’re going to find out you went to a friend’s house for some drinks.”

“You underestimate their ability to royally fuck me over,” her alarm goes off to let her know that it’s 7 am and parents are about to start showing up, “I’ll go BUT you’re paying for everything and I reserve the right to leave whenever I want and you have to come with me.”

“Oh my god! Yes yes yes thank you so much, Sunny you’re a lifesaver,” Jessica jumps up in glee and throws her arms around Sunny who had gotten up to open the school doors, “We’re going to have so much fun!

[shidouryusm]

𓆩♡𓆪✿༝༚༝༚ -> You're so cool. It makes me hate you so much

Kuroo x reader (gn)

word count- 2.5k words (excuse me wtaf?!)

content: hinted rivals to lovers, mutual pining, lots of bickering between reader and kuroo, mention of cunt (not in smut way).

A.n -> once again this is my worded desire of having a rivals to lover trope in my life. Also it's my first time attempting so let me know how it is. not proofread bruh it's almost 2:30am here.

The night arrives with all its glory of darkness. People marching out in costumes – fake  crimson blood dripping off the sides of their lips while face smothered in white paint, or dark cloaks shrouded their body while a skull mask decorated their face.

Loud music blares into life through the screen of your phone as you watch a small snippet of a party that was getting wilder and wilder via your bestfriend/roomate’s instagram story. She just took a swig of her drink and you were concerned how is she going to hold herself up.

Hollers of enjoyment and rhythmless singing along to songs were mixed with the deafening bass of music.  Everyone was out and about…everyone except you. 

Well, with a stuck up snob as a professor who assigned a report immediately the morning after and with final exams edging near, you had no option but be the bummer and cancel on all invites, leaving your costume hanging sadly on your closet and get down with laptops and notes. 

Frustrations bubbles inside you and FOMO nearly kills your motivation to even study. You put aside your phone, not indulging in moping over other people’s stories anymore. A sigh leaves your lips as you continue finishing the report you wished you didn’t procrastinate. 

Your mind still ponders over the party that you could have went to.

“well at the end, the little A’s splayed all over the grade sheet would be worth all of it.”

You attempt to console yourself. You shall compensate by scoring the top on the finals and rub it on the face of a certain ravenette. Smiling devilishly at the thought.

You hate to admit but a majority part of you keens to perform the best in this elective course that has remotely no relation with your major is to beat that one particular student in your class.

Kuroo Tetsuro. 

The overachieving dumbass nearly topping every exam that he takes. Waltz around the campus with a smirk that urges all the nerves in your body to break through and act on their accord to strangulate him. It’s been only the second time that you matched a course with him but no one in university was more competent than him when it came to pop a vessel in your forehead. 

You don’t even recall how the dynamic between you two ended up like the way it is but you would rather throw yourself from a cliff, down into a lake of acid before thinking about being civil, let alone be friends with him. 

Maybe you are exaggerating, you consciously think, before the memory of him completely destroying your arguments in a debate just a few days back resurfaced in your brain. 

The smug smirk and quirked eyebrows that he flashed your way after the professor referred his points as “seemingly unbeatable” and “you could learn a thing or two from him!!” made your insides fill with bitter grudge against him once again.

But are you the one always getting the short end of the stick? Absolutely not. You are positive that your feelings are reciprocated by him whenever you raise your hands to critic his works. The narrowed hazel eyes and scorned face mirrors all your emotions whenever you bite back his words with equal wit and banter, effectively shutting him up. And that fills you with brimming satisfaction. 

However, amidst this back and forth competition of getting the better grade and constantly critiquing each other, your eyes don’t miss out the way he looks. The unmissed tension that lies between the space whenever you both get in close proximity always leaves you a little breathless, like you’re holding your breath whenever he’s this close. The way his lips looks so glossy whenever your eyes land on them. Your mind subconsciously wondering how they might ta-

Tsk

You snap the book shut and click your tongue in annoyance. Why are you even thinking about him? Pretending that your brain did not just conjure the thought seconds ago, you open your book and return back on doing your work, your mind occupied with newfound competitiveness against him. 

--

The clock hit 10 pm when you rose from the chair, your back stiffened from being in this position, like any wrong movement could crack it. You decide on a quick shower to relieve yourself from the piling stress and stiffness. 

Just as you were finishing up with your skincare, humming while a towel robe drapes your body and hair saturated with water, a series of doorbell broke through your comfortable bubble. Constantly pressing the button like some stubborn kid wanting a trick or treat. 

“If you keep on ringing like that, you best believe I'm tricking your whole lifetime” you mutter as you hurriedly prod towards the door. Opening it with a bit more force, you are met with your stumbling roommate, head hung low and the smell alcohol reek off her. Her feet barely doing any work to balance her and no sooner than that, she topples over, wrapping herself around you.

“Yui?! Oh my goodness. YUI! Are you okay?” you barely register the second person accompanying her as you try to retrieve your passed out bestfriend.

“I don’t think she’s gonna wake up anytime soon”, the deep voice rang through your ears. Your brain processing it two times to reconfirm you actually heard that before your eyes finally landed on the second company. 

His hair was spiked up as usual in his bed hair. Eyes the same batch of hazel and honey. A white dress shirt adorned his upper half, sleeves rolled till the forearms and finally your eyes zooms on his nearly cat-like face. 

“What on earth are you doing here?” your tone carrying equal measures of accusation and surprise. He scoffingly laughs, “well I certainly did not drop by for a chat and some tea time with you. If you haven’t really noticed, your bestfriend is shitfaced to the point of no return. So me, being the gentleman I am, dropped her off.”, you roll your eyes till it reaches your forehead, a snide chuckle escaping your mouth.

“Humour me. You and gentleman don’t exactly fit in one sentence.” you taunt, drawing a sigh out of him. 

“Just like you and compassion, kindness, gratitude, appreciation do not?” he sneers. Before you can retort, you feel Yui’s weight slip off of you and you hastily try to balance her before she falls face down.

But an unconscious person carries weights like a sack of boulders, making it difficult for you to handle. You look over Yui’s shoulder to see Kuroo still standing, a look of pure amusement plastered on his face as he enjoyed the mess in front of him.

“Mind helping?” you bite back at him, barely able to hold the now tumbling Yui. Kuroo swiftly steps in, draping one of Yui’s hand over his neck and balancing her. 

“There’s a nice word called “please”, but of course you wouldn’t know.” you hear him mutter breathily. 

“People lend a hand voluntarily without asking in such situations but ofcourse, kuroo the entitled tetsuro needs a laminated invite card” you dryly say, watching his eyes narrow and mock hurt creeping up on his face. 

“For someone looking pretty as you, you surely got a foul mouth” kuroo hums and you act like your heart didn’t do an unsolicited somersault at that, you clear your throat, muttering a low "anyways" and focus on guiding your bestfriend from the threshold of the door to her bedroom. 

Grin crawls on kuroo’s face knowing he did hit it where it was supposed to be. 

Once settled into the bedroom, you carefully take off her shoes, and remove little of the makeup that she got smeared all over. Her hair was matted with tangles and a little remnant of her puke dried on the side of her lips, that you quickly wipe with a wet towel. 

“What made you all drunk like you lost your lover, Yui?” you wonder out loud. Yui was in no condition to answer so the only response you received from her were snores.

Kuroo chuckles behind you, the sounds of his laughter making you turn. He was leaning against the study table. His stance radiating confidence and ease even in the silent room.

“Haven’t you got a party to attend?” you ask him. He clicks his tongue, “nah not feeling it anymore. I already got out of there with your piece of a work best friend so don’t really see a point going back.”

“Did she talk your ear off with her breakup lore?” you genuinely laugh. The sound of it reaching Kuroo’s ear, further travelling down to his heart, tugging at a string. 

“I wouldn’t say she was a sad drunk, she was hollering, singing tunelessly throughout the car, surely embarrassed the shit out of me”

“Well, if there’s anything that is left of you to get embarrassed, that is. Pretty sure she cockblocked you rightly” you say slyly.

“Says you. Weren’t you destroyed in pieces in that debate? Should have learned a thing or two from me” kuroo snorts out his sardonic laughter as he parrots your professor’s words back at you. Purposely riling you up. 

You step in closer, jabbing your pointer at his chest, “listen you. You made points stupid enough to leave anyone clueless right at that time” you hiss. Stupid counter-attack but he really grinds your gear with comments like that. 

“Points stupid enough to be “unbeatable”. Let’s accept it, sweetheart, I was better. Wouldn't kill you to do this” he grabs your pointer finger, bringing it close to his lips. For a sec, you think he's gonna kiss but he soon lets it go.

Acting like a million thoughts didn't run through your head, you quip against him.

“Uh huh? who’s leading the assignments and questionnaires then?” you proudly retort to which Kuroo shakes his head. His face inches closer, closer till remnants of his cologne hits your nose. 

“Is this why you stayed at home? Busy being a nerd? Didn't digest your defeat well?” you can feel the jeering lilt in his voice, and closely enough you could even see little evil horns sprouting at the top of his head. 

“looking for me in the crowd? Also being ahead in your work doesn’t count as being nerdy. It’s productive. I’m pretty sure I’m way ahead of you while you slack away in parties” 

“Oh yeah? What if I was?” Kuroo steps towards you, scooting a bit to the right. Now towering over your figure. You unknowingly took a step back and press against the edge of the table. You could make out how sculpted his body was underneath the white shirt, illuminated with the golden light radiating from the study table. His hands reach against your sides, knuckles brushing against the towel robe. You momentarily forget you were in nothing but a robe like that and soon heat creeps up over your cheeks and neck. He dips down till he’s face level and now you could make out the pools of honey that his eyes possess. The shirt was unbuttoned till the first two buttons and that exposed a healthy part of his collarbones and the expanse of his neck. The space between you thick with the tension and shared breath and your eyes once again land on his lips, to which you lick your own. 

Kuroo cages you between him, the scent of your shampoo now directly reaching his nose. It’s so significantly you that he audibly inhales, the sweet fragnance of creamy vanilla and coconut engulfing his senses. 

" you were what?" you glare.

"What if I was looking for you in the crowd? Had a few things to say anyways" his stare was intense, voice holding a little rasp and breathlessness that skipped a few of your breaths as well.

Kuroo wouldn't lie, he actually felt grateful for the drunken Yui back there for landing him into this situation.

The moment you had opened the door and he discovered you like that, he was itching to be closer to you. His knuckles brush against the soft fabric of your towel as he grips the table on either sides of you. His eyes landing on the way you lick your lips and he tries his best to not get ahead and close the gap between them. His mouth curves into a smirk at your faltered expression, drinking in the way you look so cute. 

How can a girl with whom he engages in a tooth and nail fight when it comes to academics can invade his thoughts like that? Randomly popping in his thoughts throughout the day and making his insides feel giddy. The front he has to put up to prevent his real emotions reaching his face makes him feel like a teenager with a stupid crush. So he acts his usual self, suppressing all the little hints of affections and thoughts he harbours for you.

But to his relief, he is sure that he is not the only one who feels the exact same way. Annoyance, competition mixed with the little hint of affection. Constantly wanting to push each other to perfection and having thoughts that blends perfectly with one another. Without the constant bickers, you both would be a team that is formidable. 

You don’t know how much time has passed while you are still like this. Your hands rest against the table right beside his and you look at him. Not wanting to break the little staring competition god knows who started. Kuroo reaches over your ear, his breath tickles you slightly as he whispers your name. Your heart thrums like it is daring to leap out. His voice holding a musky timbre and the way it sounded like dulcet almost made you forget all the times he made you want to strangle him. 

“Tetsuro…” you reply with a breathy air, not daring to break the silence that has befallen. The light snores were drifting away into the background and the only place mattered to you was this little section where you and kuroo were attached. 

“Tetsuro huh? Not sure I’d ever let you call me kuroo again, darling” his lips curve into a smile and you shamelessly ogle them. Apart from the times he manages to be the menace, he really is handsome. it is not your first time registering it but the way you are looking at him like it’s the first time is really debatable. 

“I’ll call you an insufferable cunt instead” 

“Ouch that hurts” he grumbles, still unmoving. His left hand slide over the table and it’s almost encircling you. His face scoots closer to you as if a millimeters distance will close the synapse between you. He reaches over your ear once again, finding amusement in the way it causes you to shiver ever so slightly. “You have to know this, Y/n.” kuroo huskily says. 

Anticipation bubbles inside you, as you itch to know what he’s gonna say next. 

“It’s just…I…” you wait with patience, intrigue written all over your face.

“I…already submitted up the report that you slacked on and had to finish it, leaving out on all the fun.” he brings out a file that you had freshly printed out before shower, “impressive work, darling. But as always there are some mistakes you ought to fix” 

“KUROO TETSURO GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE” you bombard him with a series of slaps across his chest while he half-heartedly dodges them, his unfiltered hyena laughter ricocheting off the room. Yui groans in the background to which you both pause before you silently launch your onslaught of attacks.

In a series of punches and slaps, you drag him towards the exit door when he grabs your hand, stopping you. Tugging your closer, this time his hands wrap against your back and once again he crouches down, whispering against your ear, an act that you discover freezes you against him.

Unfortunately enough for you, he seems to realise that too. 

“You should let Yui get shitfaced like this often so that I get the lucky opportunity to see you in a towel robe more. See you tomorrow, sweetheart.” His fingertips traces your jawline before his hands reach down your head and give a gentle pat.

uhh..what.

The tapping of foot indicates he has left, his presence still enveloping you, along with the hint of his cologne wafting through the living room. You contemplate on calling in sick tomorrow.

Damn you, Yui.

I'm not sure how to feel about this. may not be my absolute favourite but this is very self indlugent (not surprising). This is very rushed and it's me writing about kuroo after such a long time so lmk how I did!!

likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated.

tagging: @tetzoro , @kuroosexuall , @itadorey (cos I saw u not being able to see the posts on dash :(( ), @sookisaurus @quirrrky @sir-kuroo (I looked at the tags and went :0 I deadass thought I had tagged you, my most longest kuroo lover moot in this app how could I not include you im so sorry boo)

[winxanity-ii]

⌜No Hoods Attached | Chapter 10 Chapter 10 | mission: get in⌟

╰ ⌞🇨‌🇭‌🇦‌🇵‌🇹‌🇪‌🇷‌ 🇮‌🇳‌🇩‌🇪‌🇽‌⌝

❘ prev. chapter ❘༻✦༺❘ next chapter ❘

The morning chill nipped at your skin as you and Seora approached the towering building of HYBE—the heart of where it all would end—to retrieve your beloved red hoodie.

Despite your insistence on subtlety, Seora, true to her unapologetic nature, donned a Shooky onesie, claiming it as her armor against the day's challenges, while you stuck to your simple RJ t-shirt. A mixture of dread and anticipation knotted in your gut as the weight of the situation pressed down on you.

Anxiety swept over you as the building loomed closer. The realization that you had volunteered under a fake name sent a shot of panic through your veins.

Sensing your growing worry, Seora placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, her eyes brimming with unwavering confidence. "Remember, they don't know it's not your real name. Plus, your picture is on the ID. We'll be fine," she whispered, her voice providing a grounding force amid your racing thoughts.

The lobby of HYBE was a hive of activity, buzzing with people coming and going with agendas as varied as the colors in a palette. Your heart raced against your ribcage as you stepped up to the sign-in area, the name "Han Ji-yoo," escaping your lips in a stuttered breath. The attendant handed you a name tag, your fingers trembling as you reached for it.

It was at that moment—amid the faint murmur of conversations and the soft shuffle of feet—that a commotion at the entrance broke through the background noise.

Drawn by the noise, you caught sight of a girl arguing vehemently with the security guards, her face flushed red in anger. "I'm Han Ji-yoo!" she hissed, her voice sharp and laced with fury as it cut through the air.

The blood drained from your face as the real Han Ji-yoo—the one whose identity you had borrowed—made her presence known. Seora, following your alarmed gaze, turned just in time to lock eyes with the furious girl. Recognition flashed across Han Ji-yoo's features as she pointed directly at you, her accusation loud and clear, "There! That's the imposter!"

The world seemed to still for a moment as Seora's exclamation, a mix of shock and frustration, filled the air. "Bruh, what the fuck, Ji-yoo!?" she blurted out, disbelief and betrayal painting her voice.

Han Ji-yoo narrowed her eyes into slits. "I don't care that I wasn't here; it's still my name, you stingy bitch!" she spat, her words cutting like a knife.

Immediately, the guards zeroed on the two of you. "Grab them!"

In an instant, Seora's protective instincts kicked in. She turned to you, with a look of urgency on her face. "Run!" she cried out, readying herself to fend off the guards.

With Seora's sacrificial diversion buying you valuable seconds, you spun on your heel and dashed away. The reality of the situation hit you like a cold wave—caught in a web of lies and identity theft, all for the sake of getting back a cherished memory encapsulated in a piece of cloth.

☆

☆

Taehyung stared boredly, his gaze distant, as he half-listened to his manager drill a young man with questions. The manager's tone was a mix of skepticism and mild annoyance, trying to determine if the boy was just another overzealous fan who'd managed to sneak in or something more concerning

The boy, nervous and clearly out of his depth, stuttered out an answer that didn't quite add up, "I—I was lost the jacket on my way t-to the bathroom..." His voice trailed off, unconvincing even to his own ears. Halfway through the boy's poorly constructed excuse, the door swung open with an urgency that immediately drew everyone's attention. A guard, his expression tense and voice laced with a clear command, announced, "We have to move. The building is going into lockdown. There's an unauthorized individual causing disruptions." Taehyung's manager nodded, the gravity of the situation hardening his expression. The boy was promptly escorted out, his excuse forgotten in the face of the unfolding drama. As the group prepared to relocate to a designated safe area, a sudden thought struck Taehyung—the hoodie. The very hoodie he had left behind in the practice room just the other day. "I need to grab something from the practice room," he voiced out, attempting to sound nonchalant about the detour. But the urgency in his tone betrayed his casual demeanor, making it clear that whatever he needed to retrieve was more important than he let on. The guard, responsible for the safety of everyone, was quick to dismiss the request. "I'm sorry, Taehyung-nim, but no detours are possible at this moment," he explained, his voice firm, leaving no room for negotiation. "Our immediate priority is to ensure everyone's safety. We first need to collect Yoongi-nim and then proceed directly to the designated safe room, where the other members are already waiting until the situation is declared clear." The refusal did little to deter Taehyung. If anything, it made him more determined. As the group continued towards the designated safe area, Taehyung's mind raced with plans of escape. With the guard's attention momentarily diverted to coordinate with other security personnel, Taehyung seized the opportunity. With his beanie pulled low over his forehead and a mask covering the bottom half of his face, he slid away from the group, becoming a shadow among shadows. The corridors, usually bustling with activity, were eerily quiet, with the lockdown already in effect. With purpose, Taehyung navigated the familiar passageways with ease, each step taking him further away from the safety of the group and deeper into the heart of the adventure.

☆

☆

In the midst of the lockdown, Seora found herself in an unexpected predicament. After her brave attempt to buy you time to escape, she was apprehended and taken to a stark, unguarded room—the guard assigned to her left briefly, claiming to need a quick restroom break. She had no company other than the echo of her own breathing, that is, until the sound of approaching voices filled the corridor outside. "I'm too old for this shit, seriously," a voice grumbled, tinged with irritation. "I understand, but it's for everyone's safety. All security personnel have been instructed to gather everyone to a secure location until the situation stabilizes. A larger group of guards will be here shortly with Taehyung-nim to escort you to the others." Seora's ears perked up at the mention of the name 'Taehyung.' Before she could process the situation fully, the door swung open, and in walked a blonde-haired male, with the guard hastily closing the door behind him. Still wearing her Shooky onesie, Seora gave the stranger a wary look. Yoongi, for his part, raised an eyebrow at her outfit choice—his BT21 avatar—but chose to remain silent. Then, breaking the silence, Seora said, "Looks like they put you in the wrong room," her tone tinged with a hint of humor despite the gravity of the current lockdown. Yoongi, ever the pragmatist, merely nodded, his gaze scanning the small enclosure for a place to sit. "Seems like it," he replied, his voice unmistakably exhausted. As minutes ticked by, their initial wariness gave way to begrudging acceptance. The absurdity of their situation—a pop idol and a best friend, thrown together by a lockdown in a room barely large enough to accommodate the two—served as a spark for an unlikely turn of events. Seora, ever bold, decided to address the elephant in the room despite her nerves. Standing up, she slowly shuffle to stand before the blond. "Look, Mr. Kim Taehyung, I know this may seem forward, but you have my best friend's jacket, and it would mean a lot if you could give it back to her."

Yoongi's reaction was immediate and sharp, a mix of offense and amusement coloring his features. "The fuck you just call me?" 

"I called you Taehyung. Isn't that your name?" Seora replied, trying to diffuse the tension with a slight crinkle of her nose, indicating her confusion at his reaction. Yoongi's temper flared, his misunderstanding fueling his fire. "Do I fucking look like Taehyung to you!?" His voice was a whisper-shout with barely contained fury, his glare searing into Seora as if daring her to continue this charade. "First of all, there's no need to be so rude. And second of all, do you want my answer? Because I'll say yes," Seora snapped back, her lips downturned in a sneer, challenging the idol. Yoongi's eyes grew several degrees cooler, a storm brewing within. "You motherfucker—" "You cocksucker. Oops, I thought we were naming what each other were," Seora retorted, her fake smile glowing as brightly as her defiance. Yoongi's patience snapped, his voice a low growl. "Listen up, you little bitch. I'm not in the mood for this shit. If you weren't a child, I'd fuck you up," Yoongi hissed, his fists clenching as if ready to strike. "The fuck you mean, 'If you weren't a child!?' I'm a grown-ass woman, so try me," Seora taunted, raising her fists in a mock fighting stance. "This isn't the streets, but if I wanted to fight you, your ass would have already been on the ground," Yoongi countered coolly, popping his knuckles, a warning in his gesture. Seora just sucks her teeth with a roll of her eyes, "Oh, I see what this is. You're all bark and no bite," she quipped back as she stretched, daring Yoongi to make a move. Yoongi's response was a forced calm, a clear effort to de-escalate. "You're not worth the effort, so go ahead and hop back into that little corner over there," he said, taking several deep breaths as he tried to heed Jin's prior warnings about self-control. "Go on, shoo." "Nah, I'm good," Seora responded with a tilt of her head. "And if we're being honest, I was ready the moment you called me out of my name. Now if you big and bad, then bring yo' never seen the sun my entire life head ass over this table, and let's settle this shit. Right. Fucking. Now." The absurdity of the situation wasn't lost on Yoongi; arguing with a woman clad in a Shooky onesie was certainly not how he envisioned his day. Yet, here he was, at a loss for words, his pride stung by her sharp words. "Yeah, that's what I thought," Seora declared victoriously when Yoongi remained silent, her arrogance peaking. Pulling the hood of her onesie over her head, she sent him a final glare, "As Cardi B once said; 'You Lil' bitch, you can't fuck with me, if you wanted to.'" With that, she flipped both middle fingers at him as she turned to head back to her seat. Yoongi shook in his seat, anger fulling his entire body, clouding his every thought. "Fuck that. She's not about to get away with talking to me like that," he muttered to himself, and in a single motion, he leaped out of his seat onto Seora, tackling her to the ground. "Ahh! The fuck wrong with you!?" she screeched as they tumbled. Yoongi, pinning her down, sneered with venom in his voice, "Your little short ass thought you were going to get away with talking to me like that? Hell no. Fuck that, we about to throw these hands." Seora, unfazed and fiery as ever, retorted, "Alright, but let me remind you. Your ass asked for it." With a swift motion, she flipped their positions, now straddling his back; yanking his head back, she placed him in a headlock, choking him. "Let me—Ack—go!" Yoongi's plea came out more as a screech, shock painting his features, not expecting her to be that strong; desperation tinged Yoongi's voice as he screamed, "Someone—Ack—help me—Ack—get this—Ack—bitch off me!"

The chaos escalated as the door burst open and two guards rushed in, attempting to separate the entwined duo. However, Seora's grip remained unyielding, her determination to not let Yoongi off was evident. "You pale ass, motherfucker!" Seora paused her choking, only to shift her hold and yank at Yoongi's hair, an action that drew the audience of several interns who watched the spectacle unfold with a mix of horror and fascination. The deadlock was broken by a large, burly security guard who lifted Seora effortlessly into the air. Yet, even in suspension, she maintained her hold on Yoongi's hair, refusing to release him from her grip. "Not so big and bad now, are ya!?" Seora cackled maniacally, her laughter cutting through the tense air as she pulled on his hair until a loud tearing sound silenced the room. A collective gasp came from the surrounding onlookers as Seora came up with a small fist full of blond hair. "I might be dressed as a cookie, but this bitch don't crumble!" she snarked, tossing the strands of hair to the ground. "Get her out of here!" An intern's voice pierced the stunned silence, concern for Yoongi prompting immediate action as they rushed to his side, still sprawled on the floor from the unexpected onslaught. Quiet murmurs filled the room after Seora was taken away, her defiant shouts of "Let me at him! Not so tough now, huh!?" lingering in the air. Staff members and security personnel exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of concern and disbelief over the altercation that had just unfolded. In the midst of this subdued chaos, the guard tasked with ensuring the safety of Taehyung at the beginning of the lockdown scanned the room; his eyes, trained to keep track of those under his charge, searched for his assigned charge, expecting to find him among the group.

However, a sinking feeling of alarm set in as he realized that the artist was conspicuously absent. "Where's Taehyung-nim?" he demanded, his voice cutting through the whispers, demanding the attention of those nearby. The urgency in his tone was clear, reflecting the seriousness of the situation. "I-I'm not sure," came the hesitant reply from one of the staff members, her voice faltering under the guard's intense gaze. The staff member's confusion was palpable, mirroring the growing concern among the group. The guard sighed deeply, the action speaking volumes of the pressure now resting on his shoulders. Pinching the bridge of his nose, a gesture of both stress and contemplation, he recognized the gravity of the situation. Without wasting another moment, the guard reached for his radio, which allowed him to access the building's security network. The static crack of the radio broke the tension in the room as he prepared to broadcast an alert that would escalate the lockdown situation even further. "We have a situation," he announced into the radio, his voice steady yet imbued with a sense of urgency. "Taehyung-nim is missing."

***y'all the way i fell on the floor writing this omg 😭😭

[phoxphenex]

𝗡𝗖𝗧 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠 𝗔𝗦 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦

MARK

idk why mark just gives loren hale from the addicted/calloway sisters series. like. marvel + spiderman loving vanilla boy with pretty eyes?? mark lee. PLUS i imagine mark to be the boyfriend/best friend to have lo and lily’s kind of communication UGH he would just be perfect in one of those fake dating scenarios IDK.

RENJUN

cardan. oh my god cardan. i don’t think he’d be as rude to his love interest like tcp cardan, but renjun would fit PERFECTLY in the folk of the air world. the aesthetic?? renjun. prettily drunk on fairy wine? renjun. past the og judran banter, renjun would totally fit the hopeless romantic type. idk what else to say renjun is cardan.

JENO

maybe it’s the hockey concept, but i picture jeno as one of the off-campus men. a friend of mine said he kinda gives quiet garrett vibes but idk. like just imagine jeno and the 00 line as college roommates just messing around, playing hockey, enjoying life… idk it just makes sense to me. plussssssimpjeno????

HAECHAN

charlie lastra. honestly this one was the hardest to pin point, but i think haechan gives off similar vibes as charlie. i feel like i’m saying banter too much but charlie and nora have the banter i WISH to have with haechan. they just feed off each other’s madness and that reminds me of the potential of haechan and his s/o.

JAEMIN

atlas fucking corrigan. dude. i wasn’t personally in love with it ends with us but… jaemin as atlas clicks? like if you needed him he would drop everything to run and make sure you’re okay. he would be such a safe haven for you, and it’s a major plus that they both know how to cook. bruh like imagine jaemin opening his old restaurant and naming it after you *heart eyes*

CHENLE

chenle would 100% be one of the twisted men. ONE HUNDRED PERCENT. i don’t know if this makes sense to anyone else but just.. chenle? in a suit? being possessive over the mc and flashing his money to make his partner happy every chance he gets? yes. he could literally fit every troupe: fake dating, enemies to lovers, best friends brother and vise versa LIKE !?!?

JISUNG

i can see him being a hawthorne like from the inheritance game IDK. i know xander isn’t technically a book boyfriend but my god he and jisung could literally be the same person. the way some fans write jisung he could also play a good jameson OR grayson like he just has traits from all three. maybe even the unbotherness of nash as well like he’s just all the hawthorne brothers rolled into one bro i love it.

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

OKAY STRAIGHT UP THIS FEELS TOO SOON, WATCHING TWO IN A DAY FEELS LIKE SO MUCH WITH THIS BUT HEY LETS KEEP ON SCHEDULE AND MAKE UP FOR MISSING LAST WEEK TO MYSELF

TIME FOR LMK SES 4 EP 7

First of all last ep was whack still trying to analyze what the heck was going on with Mk being crafted from Monkey Kings stone or something, like did I MENTION THE WONDERING IF SOMEONE MADE HIM AS A BACKUP IN CASE SWK GOES WHACK AGAIN? BECAUSE?? HECK MAN THAT’D BE CRAZY I’M JUST SITTING HERE LETS GO

okay iNHALES

here we go

THE DUNNNNNNNNNNNNN THAT HAPPENS IMMEDEATELYGBDFMSDF

PITIFUL CREATURES

OKAY

HELLO SMILEY INK MK HOWS IT BOPPIN

WHATS THE MATTER GUY

HELPGNSDFKMAOIEFM

“y… yeah actually that’s exactly what i want! :D “

;-;

well heck then ig

no more monster of the week adventures ;-;

“You’re not my friend, YOU’RE NOT ME”

HECK I’M HAVING A MOMENT OVER THIS IG

OH THE STAFF YESSSS

BEST FRIEND? HELP???GHL;SDFSD

OH THIS IS FUN

WHERE YOU GOING GUY?

UP ALL INSIDE OF MY HEAD

HORRIFYING THIS IS GREAT

I’M LOVING THIS

THIS IS AWESOME ACTUALLY SO SORRY YOU’RE GOING THROUGH THIS MK BUT THIS IS GREAT

I’M JUST MK, NOODLE DILIVERY GUY, WITH THE- POWERS FO THE MONKEY NO BIGGIE GBSDLFJASDFJ

OKAY INK MK BEATING UP REGULAR MK WOW THAT WAS A PUNCH

DANG

WILDIN

okay like at this point iv’e stopped having thoughts and am Just kinda watching heck HGSALK;JFASDF

AH YES BACK TO THE CREW

WHATS UP MY BELOVEDS

MEI’S ON A MISSION HERE HGSLDKFJSDF

I miss Ao lei ;-;

TANGEY GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME

GRAVE DIGGING HELP

MA’AM

TANG?????

BUDDY????

OH TANG BUDDY

AW

SANDY

HECK

THIS IS GOOD

SANDY IS SUCH A MISSING PUZZLE PIECE CALIMMING EVERYBOYD DOWN

AIR

MONKEY KING

MISS YOU

ma’am i love yo you’re great

MONKEY KING???

DO WE GET??

oh bruh

that

HECK?? A CRACK IN THE SKY???

HECK??

OH MK INK FIGHT FIGHT FIHGT FIGHT

STUFF MK DOESN’T WANT OT THINK ABOUT HUH THAT’S FAIR

OFC I’VE THOUGHT ABOUT IT

MAYBE

PLS WHY

YEAH

HECK

JUST WANTS TO BE MK

HECK MAN I’M JUST SITTING HERE

OH THE LBD VOICE MOMENT

THIS INK THING SNATCHING THE STAFF

OH WOW FIRE PUNCH THERE

WE HELP PEOPLE, I MEAN I HELP PEOPLE

OH THE SCROLL FR SLAPPIN

THIS IS GONNA HAUTN MY NIGHTMARESNGLSMKFMWEOMF

OH WHAT A MIS-MATCH OF ALL THE STUFF MK’S FOUGHT AND THEN INK MONKEY HEAD THIS IS

I LITERALLY JUST GOTTA SIT HERE AND LISTEN TO THEM TALK IT/FIGHT IT OUT HECKGN;SLFKS

WHOAH HEY

HEY I SAW THAT

MONKEY FR

RIGHT THERE

OH THAT’S NEAT

SO WE’RE ACTUALLY GOING TO SEE MONKEY MK IN THIS HUH

aw man is he yellow? :T LOOK IT LOOKS WEIRD OKAY WHERE’S THE MONKEY NOSEG;LKSMFWF

i can’t believe i get a single glimpse of the design and I’m nitpicking it SORRY I’M JUST GOING HTROUGH IT AND AND GRASPING AT STRAWS TO FEEL NORMALGL;DSMDS

SCREAMS

I JUST SAT THROUGH ALL OF THAT MONKEY KING SIR MATE MAN WE SAW HIM FOR A SECOND I DIDN’T THINK WE WOULD HECK OKAY MONKEY MK FR I FEEL LIKE I NEEED TO GBAC K AND TO THROUGH ALL THAT FRAME BY FRAME HANG ON

THE STOP

HECK

CRACKS IN IT

WILDIN LIKE WHAT IS GOING ON

YEAH BOIIIII THAT’S WHAT I’M TLAINGABOTU JHECKIGN  

KID

MONKEEEYYYY

HECK

THERE HE IS

I DIDN’T THINK HE’D SHOW UP OH MY GOSH ITS HIM

MONKEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYY

HECK WHATS HAPPENIGN

HOW’D WUKONG GET OUT OF THE CURSE TO KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON

OH WOW THAT’ S A LOT OF PWOER

BUT ITS FINE

HECKIN

I AM

HECK MAN MK JUST SO RELIEVED TO SEE HIM

WOW THAT’S A GIANT

HECKING

THINK MONSTER

YEAHAHHHH

CREW BACK

WB WB

WELCOME BACK

I LIKE THE ENERGY

HELPGNL;SDKFMDS

CURSE GIANT

OH BOY WUKONG LIKE WDYM THIS GUY HEY BRING THE MONKEYS BACK

AW

OH WOW

CIRCLET

SHUT UP BACK OFF

CIRCLET

MONKEY KING GO BRRRRRR

DARN RIGHT

OH THIS IS GREAT

HECK

HOW’S THIS GOING TO END I’M SCREAMIGN

I’M SO AFRAID OF THAT CIRCLET RIGHT THERE

NO

THIS CURSE THING FR PULLING ABSOLUTELY NO PUNCHES

THE FLASHES OF THE CIRCLET DUDE HECK

A H ???

OH MY GODS???

I’M GONNA CRY????

THE AO LEI??

WALKING PAST??

HAND ON HIS SHOULDER??

AND THEN IT’S MEI

TALKIGN

YEAH HECK

OH MY GODS THIS FR

YEAH

YEAH I’MA CRY FR

FAKING IT TILL WE MAKING IT SO YOU BETTER BE TAKIN IT S O N

TH

HECK

HECK DUDE

THIS IS KILLING ME

THE

LOOK

L O O K

ITS THE CREW

IN THEIR NEXT LIFE

AND THE HANDS ON MONKEY KINGS SHOUDLERS

THIS IS KILLING ME FR

GET EM BOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

OH MAN COLOURFUL MOMENT

OH B R U H

HARBENGOR OF CHAOS??

HELLO??

STOP TALKIGN

SO TRUE

GET EM

WELP THERE HE IS

THERE HE ISSSSSSSSSS

MONKEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

OH THAT’S BEAUTIFUL

THEN PROVE US WRONG

THAT

Y’KNOW

WHAT

THAT DOLOGUE IS SO GOOD

AND PIGSY “TAHT’S MY BOY!”

THIS IS GREAT

OH BOY

NO

KILL HIM

BITES

GRRGGRGGRR SUS MAN

GET EM

GET RID OF HIM

SUS LION

EAT THIS SUCKAH

HE’S JUST STANDING THERE I PAUSED IT I WANT HIM GONE PLEASE DONT’ BE EVIL I THINK YOU’RE AT LEAST GONNA CALL MK A MONSTER OR OSMETHING HECK

YEAH STANIDNG PROTECTIVELY

ME

SNAP

HECK BACK OFF NOOOOO

MONKEEEYYYYYY

MONKEY KING

DID HE JUST SNATCH MONKEY KING

HE JUST SNATCHED HECKING MNKEY KING

YEAH HEY JERKFACE BRING THE MONKEY BACKJ

HECK YOU GUYS I DIDNT’ THINK WE’D GET ANY MONKEY KING CLIPS BUT WE DID

HECK JUST

THE WAY HE APPROACHED MK WITH THE LIEK “YOU SEEM TO BE DOING FINE RIGHT?” JUST

HECK

DUDE

WORRIED BUT NERVOUS FEARFUL LAUGHIGN YOU’RE FINE RIGHT?

THAT JSUT HECK MAN

HECK

DUDE

WHAT THE CRAP

AND THIS IS ONLY EP 7???

THIS FEELS LIKE AN EP TEN

OH MY HECK HECKGLFSDFM

OKAY THAT WAS A LOT

I LIKED THE DIOLOGUE BETWEEN MK AND INK MK

HECK

THE

A LOT OF THAT WOULD BE HIS THOGUHTS

AND THEN THE INK MK BEING OKAY AND JUST “then prove us wrong” BECAUSE MK

HECK

EHCK I’M HAVING THOUGHTS ABOTU THAT EBING MK’S INTERNAL DIOLOGUE TO HIMSELF ITS FINE

THE WHOLE JTTW CREW MAKING AN APPERANCE, THE AO LEI BIT REALLY GOT ME HE’S SO WONDERFUL AND SWISHY AND LIVES IN MEI PROBABLY HECKIGN REINCARNATION STUFF AND I’M IN PIECES AND I ADORE HIM AND HER AND THEM AND EVERYONE AND JUST HECK THIS REALLY DOES MAKE THE SAMADHI FIRE BIT HIT JUST AS HARD AS I THOUGHT IT DID WITH WUKONG LOOKING UP AND MEI YELLING AND FEELING LIKE THAT’S AO LEI YELLIGN CAUSE THEIR DRAGONS LOOK SIMIALR AND THAT’S TENCICALLY HIM IN THE NEXT LIFE AND ALL THIS HECKING STUFF I’M FINE Y’ALL I’M ALL GOOD THERE WSA SO MUCH THAT HAPPENED IN THIS ONE

THE CIRCLET BIT

YOU GUYS THE CIRCLET THAT BETTER NOT SHOW UP AGAIN I SWEAR

THEY FR WENT THROUGH ALL THAT TO GET THEIR FRIENDS AND MONKEY KIGN OUT AND THEN HE JUST GETS SUCKED RIGHT BACK INTO IT BY HECKIGN AZUE PIECE OF CRAP SQUARE UP YOU BRAIDED JADED LOSER I’LL FIGHT YOU MYSELF

THE FACT DESTINY CONTINUES TO BE A THING THROUGHOUT ALL THIS AND THE LIKE DEFYING DESTINY AND THE ECHOS OF LBD AND THE FEARS OF HSI FRIENDS THINKING HE’S A MONSTER AND WILL TURN ON HIM AND SEEING THE FRIENS SQUARE OF AGAINST INK HIM WOULD MAKE IMAGING THAT SO MUCH EASIER AND THE FLICKING INBETWEEN HIMSELF AND MONKEY HIMSELF AND WUKONG STAYING CLOSE TO MK AND SHEILDING HIM AND HTE MONKEY MK (heck I’m gonna make a couple monkey edits right away to at least give him an one his face looks so empty hgslk;fjsadf) AND THE SLOW MO BIT WHEN HE’S DIVING AND HOW HECKING BEAUTIFUL THAT LOOKS I DESPERATELY NEED TIO USE THIS IN AN AMV OF SOME KIND HECK AND HTEN HE’S BACK TO FLICKERING THEN HECKING AZURE *STABS HIM STABS HIM STABS HIM STABS HIM* WUKONG IMMEDEATLEY SHEILDING MK AND THE CREW FROM THIS GUY, THE LIP CURLED DISGUISTED LOOK ON AZURES FACE SHUT UP DUDE SHOVE UR FACE IN THE DIRT, WUKONG LOOKING BACK PANCKED I AM NOT OKAY, MK FLICKERING AND THEN MEI TAKING MONKEY KINGS PLACE SHEILDING MK IMMEDEATELY BECAUSE THEY ALL KNOW THIS DUDE’S SKETCHY AS HECK BUT MK STILL DOESN’T KNOW WHATS GOING ON AND HECK HECK EHCKE HECK ARE THEY OUT OF THE SCROLL NOW? IT LOOKS LIKE THEY’RE OUT OF THE SCROLL, MONKEY KINGS STILL IN THERE THE BRUH WANTS TO KEEP HIM TRAPPED AND TAKE HIM SOMEWHERE OR SOMETHING DOESN’T HE AAAAAAA STABS HIM STABS HIM STABS HIM, SQUARE UP LION FACE, FACE MY WRATH YOU BLUE GUMBALL- OKAY

OKAY

WE’RE GOOD WE’RE FINEEEEEEE I’M GONNA LOSE MY MIND NEXT WEEK HUH, THIS IS EP 7 THERE’S THREE MORE LEFT HECK, OKAY OKAY, WATCHING IT WITH MY BROS AND LOSING IT WITH THEM IG, I’M HAVING A MOMENT WE COOL WE CHILL TTYL KNOX OUT

[angelmichelangelo]

Funniest Tmnt 2012 moments?

"you turned my brother into a plant >:( YOU TURNED HIM INTO A PLAAAANNNNT!!' mikey was in rage mode lmao

the bigfoot episode. "your mama looks like a raisin!" the finger doing that lil dramatic twirl. that whole episode is so funny. bigfoot throwing the whole ass fridge out the window kills me every time

the turtlesub scene is just iconic. the noises and their faces is hilarious to me.

when raph got switched with a kraang mind and then started talking in third person by accident it just makes me laugh for some reason

"we.. got. hit? by a bus? HIT BY A BUS??!!"

can't remember what ep it was but when casey got slimed and was like "its like seeping into my undies bruh" the line delivery makes me scream

when leo fell off the roof and into a beehive. season 1 bants lol

"just call me doctor einstein...-instein!"

when donnie went stupid. that ep lowkey gives me second-hand embarrassment but 'i like french fries' and then the party wagon going full throttle towards him is seriously so funny to me

the episode with april's fake mother with the scene where leo gets trapped in the basement, as he screams out for help it cuts to raph who's just silently watching a flashing image of a pumpkin on the tv. that is unintentionally funny to me like. what was he doing lmao

"the turtles are all italian??"

"we.... don't talk about pigeon pete." the most unnecessary ominous line of all time. when people theorised that leatherhead ate him lmao. their blank stares afterwards, so funny

"is there more talking turtles?" "nope! just me! mr imaginary turtle:)" * cue raph vs slash exploding through the roof*

"i don't give a flying f--" "THANK YOU RAPHAEL!" shoulda let the boy swear. donnie too for that matter

literally any time donnie is screaming. rob paulsen had BILLS to pay, man. donnie screaming with unfiltered rage was the best. TEN BILLION SCREAMING NIGHTMARES

when mikey was using the smoke bombs and splinter just appeared like :^) lol

the cheese phone <3

[southieparkie]

southieparkie proudly presents…

A Bunny Wedding

You are cordially invited to the witness firsthand the unity of Kenneth J. McCormick and Leopold E. Stocth…

Wedding Party:

Kenneth

- Karen McCormick / Maid of Honor

- Stan Marsh / Groomsman

- Kyle Broflovski / Groomsman

- Craig Tucker / Groomsman

- Jaylin Wilson (oc…) / Groomsman

- Kevin McCormick / Groomsman

Leopold

- Kourtney James (another oc…): Maid of Honor

- Bebe Stevens / Groomsmaid

- Nichole Daniels / Groomsmaid

- Tweek Tweak / Groomsman

- Heidi Turner / Groomsmaid

- Charlotte / Groomsmaid

Scott Malkinson / Officiant

—

A few notes regarding the McCormick Wedding…

Escorts will be present in seating the families moments before the ceremony. Please comply and sit in your assigned seating until the ceremony concludes.

Flash photography from a device that is not the wedding photographer’s camera will not be permitted.

Please keep talking to a minimum during the procession of the ceremony.

Please display common human decency and respect towards others attending the ceremony.

Alcoholic beverages and marjuauana will not be allowed into the ceremonial area.

A reception will follow shortly after the ceremony. Minors are not allowed to attend.

Rings

Butters Kenny

Suits

Butters Kenny

Ceremony

Reception

Reception Outfits

Butters (veil & tiara too!!) Kenny

Boquet

Honeymoon

General Headcanons

- The way Kenny proposes is corny, but cute!! So it’s their anniversary (typical) and they go to dinner at this fancy place. The waitress brings out a slice of cake that Leo didn’t even order. Never one to pass up cake, he eats it anyway! While he’s eating, he finds a fake ring that he totally believes is real. That’s when Kenny gets down on one knee and brandishes the real ring. Ugly crying ensues

- I feel like Kenny would refuse to propose to Leo until he’s certain that their financial standing could handle a wedding, the domestic life, and maybe even a few little Kenny Jrs running around the house.

- Leo sewed each and every groomsmaid’s gown with his own sewing machine. Fashion Designer Butters for the absolute win!

- They hire a wedding planner and everything but Heidi just. Grabs the bull by the horns and plans everything after the ceremony.

- Tweek is not only a part of Leo’s wedding lineup but also the Caterer Caretaker & Cake Cooirdinator ™. This means that he makes sure that the food, desserts, and ESPECIALLY the wedding cake is perfect for his bestie’s special day!

- Speaking of wedding cake, Kenny wanted the topper to be a printed photo of Leo’s nudes. Leo obviously objected to this idea. (This didn’t actually happen this is just a crack headcanon)

- The rehearsal dinner was most definitely at Bennigans

- A few days before the wedding, Leo and Kenny decide to do the tradition of not seeing each other until they walk down the aisle. Kenny has…ahem, fun times with Leo at approximately 11:00 PM, then quickly drives to Stan’s house once they finish at 12:01 AM.

- Kenny and Leo both have panic attacks before the wedding while getting ready :( Their loved ones help them recollect themselves of course.

- Leo is the one to walk down the aisle with his Aunt Nellie. Several tears were shed. Especially by Kenny.

- At the “speak now or forever hold your peace” part of the ceremony, Leo is shaking. He’s praying that his father won’t, like, spawn out of nowhere and object. He starts crying super hard in front of the guests, and Kenny comforts him obviously. Thankfully, nobody objects and the ceremony finishes as planned.

- Kenny and Butters share their slow dance to…idk bruh Everytime We Touch by Cascada?? If y’all have some slow dance song ideas lmk in a reblog/comment.

- Kenny and Butters are super lovey dovey when they cut the cake and it makes everyone gush but at the same time they’re like “lovebirds!! just cut it so we can have some!!!!!”

- Clyde asks repeatedly to run the open bar at the reception. Leo allows him, and Kenny can’t object. Happy wife, happy life.

- Kyle wins the boquet toss without even trying. Stan looks at him with admiration. They’re lovey dovey with each other for the rest of the night. (Three months later, Style is engaged!!!)

- Lots of bumping and grinding at the reception. But you guys already knew that.

- Kenny does the garter ceremony with Butters. He doesn’t care about what it means. He just wants an excuse to go under Leo’s dress. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

- They have their honeymoon in Hawaii, but FAR away from Butters’ birthplace. FAR!!!!

- Lots of…ahem, fun times on the honeymoon, but you guy’s already knew that x2.

[shakapuffin]

^Alert Two Hour Season 1 Finale: 1x09 “Brianna” and 1x10 “Max” Promo

Alert 1x08 “Craig” Review

here are my thoughts on this weeks episode, spoilers ahead so if u haven’t watched, i’d scroll😁:

- okay so i was actually excited in the beginning and even until the middle! it was good… and i was confused why i was on the edge of my seat to see what happened next, it’s not normal for this show (sorry to say) THEN what the hell happened? it just lost ALL momentum, keith’s mystery was done, and the case came back! bruh, i was actually excited! now i’m disappointed, like really disappointed. my hopes were high tho lol.

- honestly, i didn’t really pay too much attention to the case, i know that’s probs not good but ya know what i was way more interested in keith and that whole mess! but i will say, i do like how mike got a chance in the line light this episode. i’m more interested in mike than C or Kemi, sorry to say. but i think it was interesting and it did flip halfway thru the episode but i also knew that was going to happen. like they already dropped the hint that mikes father betrayed him or something and then that guy that was his second father betrayed him (haha can u tell i really only paid attention to the keith mystery?)

- finally the family had a meeting, with everyone in the same room; jason, nikki, sidney and keith! i like the conflict! finally jason is realizing that might not be his kid. anyways, the whole build up to get the bone structure/dna back was literally annoying. like how the hell did C get this job? he’s eating gummy worms and not doing his freaking job! like dude you’ve had this skeleton for so long!! he should’ve gotten it done weeks ago! C just annoyed me this episode, he really wasn’t helpful except for finding out that the skeleton wasn’t keith.

- ya it’s maybe a bit crazy that jason just completely flipped his lid and physically attacked keith but honestly if someone random was pretending to be your son, ya there would be a pretty intense reaction! but honestly i like the drama and conflict so i liked that scene. i thought scott was great in that scene (there were glimpses of his father when jason was losing it, it was crazy how quickly my brain flashed to james caan).

- i still don’t really believe that keith is actually keith. but i have a weird feeling that the show is just gonna run with it, that mystery is solved and now for the finale they’ll venture into his kidnapping. like they hyped up the whole season for it to not be keith and then they do this. it would’ve been way better and a longer storyline (if there’s a season 2?) if they have him not be keith and have jason, nikki and sidney either accept him or not. it would bring more conflict and intersting storylines! maybe they’ll still do that but idk… it can’t just be happy ending because if they’re planning for a second season, what are they gonna don’t for their B and C storylines? not gonna lie, this season felt like a miniseries or something with only 1 season.

- sidney flipped way too quickly from not believing him to accepting keith. that was way too quick! it was like whiplash! maybe she’s faking? idk. if that’s real then that’s really really bad writing. no person could/would ever just flip that quickly to believe someone that they thought was an imposter every other episode this season.

- also u really expect us to believe there was another body in the lake the same age, same build, same basically everything as 12 year old keith? like really? come on!! it was too coincidental. and if they except us to just accept it, that’s bad writing.

- i hated the ending! it was stupid. i mean ya it was a good way for all of the storylines for the episode to come to a close but besides that… it was just weird. i’ve learned just to stop questioning kemi’s techniques. that just might be me idk.

- overall, i was lowkey disappointed. scott was good this episode (esp in those emotional scenes), im def bias, and i am sad for the show to end- not because of the storylines or show but literally just for scott, i have really enjoyed seeing scott on my screen every week. i thought dania was fine, whatever, i’ll keep saying it but she just has to stop calling everyone baby. i liked ryan broussard (mike)! i thought graham verchere (keith) was really good, he gets some hate but i like him! i liked fivel stewart (sidney), she’s great, but really how can they really pass her off as a high schooler? petey gibson (C) was fine. Adeola role (kemi) was good, i like her, just not her character too much!

- for the finale next week, im not getting my hopes up. also of course nikki gets freaking kidnapped! like of course! they really had to end it with someone, most notably the leader, getting kidnapped from the missing persons unit. i just want one episode to focus on keith and that whole situation. most procedurals have at least one episode that doesn’t have a case, ya it’s only a 10 episode season, but still! just put some time aside for the plot that people actually want to know about and maybe their ratings and viewers will go up!

anyways i’ve ranted long enough. i’ve probably forgot some stuff but let me know what u guys think! i luv hearing your thoughts and different opinions! i’m definitely gonna miss scott on my screen! see u next week for the two hour finale!

[leopoldainter]

Ok because why not have twenty andu sampish of samplo a way arit

Less grill more unbrek and see a sealed bomb token

I javed it

Enjoy face

De one time. Right beside yoh killed yhe target.yoy fling up Astro Franny da

Ah when I was a fake sara I got nuliveiwd. For good. Illmeri a vas

Ans me

Say the chorus

Mstdcb. M bsruoro is flayn And nw use aas six days a week haldfor half dYs

There's s ome kinfo kinderGarten

Bell Tower flauntz desk chair.

Ss. LieS Laigh.Asblet. I stool. To Sia cavve I have to keep these to separate people get fired for sending ripples.Ashkeys seems copsetic as merry .

He's like at my last job I ddrovve a bus at this job. DATIPSTOP

And niwws flash it's airraid.

The stock

Markets the behhzwaine sonnet.

It's bookez

That's why

That we atd

Some stsy the place on there entrance

Domr to depots of spine and revenu.

Happen seen.mo paintkn if j jugfly on sjamsidwon sa. Sjce lost flight. Eg.:eye4#

I'll just be

We are dangerous. Another slum rr.an zYe into pk.

Gone to mama

Is Mullins.

Tomorrow's zapin

All days zapin

Atilazalun

Ho just happened a

Yea away to night

Yes not threatening enough to wnact a counter measure befitting of yours tasted concern qlas is stated lol

TONIGHTA

could you hop on to your other shell and slide o er for me and my friendz

People ijno vid stays works fine itsn

About thevpride

Save a print

He us opus all

He sam we'd ber

So cra

Cereas

Cerise.

Fruits cutt

Melon I Olney theother

Unhappy and solstice

Angry santa,vEs and nice crank an boualal handle, cool to the touch ametep culpDespribg. You can't find it at the general store

It's a gift

You get some

From santa

Each

Christmas

And butssfsbiddtata many more

Shiny it's dissduh smudgw

While

Nae

Stet

Yes you could

And wet we du.

Hu

.that wheel is dove sun

Thats a whir

Actually thats hoe and be debedt way to feel it.

That's tea leaving a record, I'll debrief ansplenq to squa

Timon

Annual.

Stops

Laughing loos

Eye see how devastating it iz

Snes k I am calm.

Cuts calorie

She ahe

She tried yoy

Off the.dMa stays

So nerotic to a tea

Take the cwt

Give her yedorit

Runs off the stage

Well gees. I'm ejtb the movie, it's English pagufn

Nyn de engul das dead

People get Efed ep really very bad God ceases such a tons.

No so says they're themore. Theline us read. I CD mot

Cut dream line

Nest I could was theb damn princesgohlim

Schelemeke also ooo.

Stps

Use

Lesd

How v

Do we go if

Wall

Sons of anarcht

It's the world Trade contest ando so free it's iti mu

Kk toffee and so vret the cemenr show ha.dt6rev9 xes tedafdxS TX visits. The OWO low auto pool oops but of he handy wesdead yebest belvh

So aside drink up to weird d ding to a.a,in AMAZON thsdswayrt. I t

Their unwafer

To keep it fair

Now a n canmyelei you understand why I hiden18))oo flow

Shell

Did not do

.it is jo b

Butn

K o

One a dun

Good neddy

Depth of night comes so phastw

What if we were to

I dunno

Settle clakes to hesd

Orool people mis

Liksuzy

Not champion order HAYdei koga! I want and went bacci sure

How do you know what's a strue strat often as chair

A conor a canoe a concrete rinses, canoes thensinter jetezRivere.

Kojent passage

Bruh

Beucopu ses Sofia

Bullet trains a bust

Just a token holiday

Years off my life

It's just vince

Coughing a cigarette and saying with houghts deintere

I love using lily

[originemesis]

[WRESTLE]: sender wrestles receiver, pinning them on the floor

He doesn't anticipate...arms that can stretch that far launching him into the ground. His wings beat viciously at the body attached, teeth flashing a golden fury up at the literal clown.

"YOU SAID YOU'D SHOW ME THE QUOTE ON QUOTE 'WAY TO' THE fake 'PROSTATE'! NOT BOWL ME THE FUCK OVER! BRUH." He'd have to molt soon. His fury is causing his feathers to stick out at odd angles.

[prohero-fatgum]

Leaks Leaks Leaks

So completely not shocking, we’re seeing some of Rei’s perspective on things. This is probably after the attack, baby Shouto being baby Shouto rn.

Then a timeskip! The ball, could be referencing the earlier scenes we saw a millennia ago...

Touya is spiraling, he talks about killing Shouto.

Ahaha, I was right. Sorry, anime, Touya’s hair is white.

But now...

He’s literally telling Natsuo while he sleeps about wanting to kill their brother.

Rei mentions she’s losing her son with........results.

“My fire won’t go out” Touya honey...he literally cannot stop his desires.

Judging by the water, the location....Touya planned this all. His death was faked, and he knew it.

Probably the last time this boy ever cried.

I think we’re seeing Touya slip into who will be Dabi. He’s telling his dad he wants to be like him still. He’s springy, excited. Look at his lil feets! And then Endeavor sees that he’s still training, burning himself.

Pain, now with context. Probably bringing up his hair color like his dad did all those years ago. 

Follows by Endeavor hitting/punching/attacking both Rei and Shouto. I begin to wonder how long this chapter is...although I’m not upset about the lengthy backstory from Rei and his children’s side.

This is before Shouto burned. Natsuo...Fuyumi...it’s obvious they would hear but...I like the flash to the “she was so fragile she could break” uh yeah buddy. You broke her.

They’re juxtaposing! They’re! Juxtaposing! Touya...crying with fire by his eyes. Wonder if THAT’S significant (bruh...have you seen Dabi’s eyes and the blood crying???). 

But they’re talking about how Touya is their fault. They ignored every sign he gave of distress.

I lied, I’m pretty sure he faked his death here. Why?

Yeah? Yeah.

Oh boy...

This family is so fuckin destroyed, dude. Endeavor pushes it on Shouto, Rei...we see why she reacted. She only saw his left side, she saw Endeavor...she saw Touya, what he became. Rei couldn’t bring people over, they were scared of her family. Natsuo KNEW what was happening, and they ignored it. He lost his brother, his best friend.

Apparently, Deku appears? “Not in the way you think” what-

Oh...

But it’s brought up that he’s a good friend to Shouto. That he was saved from what Touya became.

Endeavor is like straight up sobbing now though. Shoutao is offering to help fix this. Acceptance?

We end with Jeanist and Hawks listening the entire time this has been happening.

So Tumblr will brick soon, my computer is running ass-slow, but lets thank BKIS2327 on twitter for the leaks this week and uh

[lilxberry]

Cap Doesn’t Like Bullies - Steve Rogers

Synopsis;

Your daughter meets her biggest hero to which you’re completely oblivious to the fact during the entire encounter. Her confidence certainly didn’t waver like you had expected it would of a child meeting someone such as Captain America.

Bruh I’m in love with him. LOOK AT HIS FACE!

Warnings: FLUFF! Rude ass stranger. A lil bit o’ language. A sassy child.

Words: 3,305

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader (female reader) (single mom!reader)

(A/N: I named the daughter Kira but you can happily change it. It’s just a name I can easily associate with a child for some reason lmao.)

(A/N 2: I fixed as many mistakes I could find and hopefully, it’ll be more bearable to read lmao.)

Chapter 2 >

_______________

“Mommy,” Kira, your little girl whined.

“Yes baby?” You swung your conjoined hands widely causing her to giggle which in turn, made you smile.

“Can we go to the park today?” Her Captain America backpack bounced on her shoulders with each step. The mostly blue bag clashed yet also complimented the very pink, puffy coat that she wore.

You looked down at her with a raised eyebrow as you watched her for a reaction. “Really? In this weather?”

Kira threw her head back and groaned before exasperatingly replying as if it were the most obvious thing she could have ever spoken. “YES! If we’re at the park, I’ll want to run around and running around will keep me warm. It’s always cold at home but you won’t let me run around.”

A smart little drama queen.

You desperately tried to hide your amusement because you know if she senses that you hadn’t taken her seriously, even more dramatics would be added. “That’s because we can’t run around inside. We might-“

“We might break something. I KNOW! Ugh…” Her feet drag slightly as she walks. She huffs and lowers her head, watching her feet as you move along the sidewalk. You smirk ever so slightly as you watch the top of her head which adorned a woolly hat in an attempt to keep her warm in the season of winter.

“We can go to the park-“ She perked up instantly with a gasp, looking up at you with wide, hopeful eyes. “ONLY, and only, if we can get burgers, too.”

She pauses her steps and looks up at you with a stern, serious expression as she thrusts her hand forward, prompting you to take a hold of it. “You’ve got yourself a deal!” Kira shook your hand firmly and rapidly before she began to pull you along in the direction of the park that was honestly too cold to be sat in.

You huffed a chuckle as you allowed your 6 year old to pull you along the pavements and closer to the large open space of the park.

_______________

The inside of the small Brooklyn burger joint was certainly warmer than the harsh weather that lashed at your face and every inch of exposed skin at the park. Your daughters face matched her coat in colour by the time you reached the building.

Waiting in line, your daughter wormed her hands out of the sparkly knitted gloves, stuffing them in her coat pocket before tearing her hat off of her head and stuffing that in the other available pocket. You chuckled as she tried to brush the mess of locks down with her hands and the cheesy grin she flashed you only made your laugh more.

The missing baby tooth at the forefront of her mouth adding a funny effect to the adorable face you had the tendency to squish between your hands tenderly.

The person in front of the two of you had just finished ordering and just as you were about to step forward with your daughter at your side, someone had rudely pushed in front of you, effectively cutting you off.

You scoffed at the sheer audacity this man had in believing he could cut the line, but it was your daughter who spoke up. Sometimes you cursed yourself for teaching her to stand up for herself in situations as these. You forget your daughter has a vote of confidence like no other and will speak her mind, even if the person is nearly 4 times her height.

Of course, these lessons were meant for her to deal with people her size and age, fellow students who bully her or others, seeing as she’s only 6, not for grown ass adult males.

“Cutting is rude. You should wait in line like everybody else mister.” You heard the pissed tone she spoke with and couldn’t decide whether to find it adorable, humorous, or concerning.

You heard the man scoff and honestly, your blood began to boil. He turned towards the two of you and looked you up and down as if scrutinising you before peering down at your daughter with disinterest.

“I’m ordering for one, you’re ordering for two. I haven’t got time to wait for mama bear to order with her equally scruffy little cub.” He rolled his eyes and looked towards the employee who honestly, looked just about as pissed as you did.

You clenched your fist and took a deep breath in the hopes of calming down. Honestly, it hadn’t worked well. “If you’d asked nicely, we would have happily let you order before us. There isn’t any need to be rude, especially to my kid.”

He heaved a deep sigh before turning to look at the two of you once more. He opened his mouth to no doubt retort back with yet another rude remark but someone elses’ voice swiftly cut him off. “I believe you should listen to the young lady and wait your turn like everybody else.”

The stranger, mighty handsome stranger you might add, with beautiful blue eyes and blonde hair smiled down at your daughter and sent her a discreet wink. She beamed up at the tall stranger as he turned to look towards the man who had rudely cut you off in line, his features hardening.

“You should apologise and move yourself to the back of the line. What you’ve said was unacceptable and certainly no way to speak to a woman and her child.” He folded his arms over his chest, his muscles, even though hidden behind the material of his long sleeves, bulged with incredible size.

The man that had cut the line looked up at your saviour and gulped but relatively kept his features schooled. “No chance. I only said what’s true. Why should I be punished because of that?”

The stranger chuckled humourlessly as he stepped forward, the incredibly rude man taking a step back out of fear. “Whether what you said was true or false, which was absolutely false, doesn’t matter. You disrespected another in not only speaking to them as if they’re below you, but by simply cutting in line in the first place.”

“Yeah. You’re just a bully. Bullies are rude and always cut in line,” your daughter chirped with pride. The stranger smiled down at your daughter and nodded his head.

“That’s right, sweetie.”

The man scoffed before turning towards the employee stood behind the counter. “Are you really going to let him speak to a paying customer like that?” he asked incredulously.

The employee had a smirk cross her lips and she popped her hip out before folding her arms in front of her. “You haven’t paid for anything. Now, please leave before I get my manager to call the cops to have you removed.”

The man huffed indignantly before grumbling and stomping pass the handsome stranger, shoulder checking him on the way. The stranger rolled his eyes before catching a hold of the mans’ arm and pulling him back slightly. “You still haven’t apologised.”

“Sorry.” His tone was fake and nothing but sarcastic but nonetheless, the stranger released him, probably knowing that was the best apology they should expect from him.

The small interior of the place slowly bustled back to its quiet chatter of the few customers inside. The stranger smiled down towards the two of you and you couldn’t help but be enraptured with how perfect his smile was.

“Are you ladies alright?”

Your daughter rapidly nodded her head, grinning widely once more. “Sure are mister. Thank you!”

You cleared your throat, shaking yourself out of your reverie and smiling up at him. ‘Stop gawking at him, idiot!’

“Uh, yes. Thank you.”

His smile seemed to widen, and he looked quite bashful and oh god, your stomach did flips when looking at him. “It’s nothing, ma’am. I don’t tolerate bullies, I suppose.”

Kira gasped and her eyes lit up. “Like Captain America! The Cap doesn’t like bullies, either!”

The stranger chuckled and lowered himself to your daughters’ height. “Yep, like Captain America.” Honestly, he seemed almost pleased at the connection, but you couldn’t place why. Although, if you were say compared to someone like Black Widow, you certainly would feel chuffed yourself, so you couldn’t blame him.

You failed to realise you were staring at the stranger, again, until you felt a small tug on your arm. You snapped yourself out of small daydream to look down at your daughter. “Ask him if he wants to join us,” she whispered although by the huff of laughter that he tried, and failed, to supress, he clearly heard.

“Uh, yeah. Would you like to join us…?” You trailed off, hoping the stranger would give you his name. He seemed to pick up on his lack of introduction as he stood to his full height, once again towering over you.

He held his hand out before him for you to take, which you did. “Steve.”

“Well, would you like to join us, Steve? We’d like to thank you for standing up to that rude man and pay for your meal if you haven’t eaten yet.”

“Well, that’s a really nice offer…” Now it was his turn to trail off.

“Y/N!” your daughter exclaimed loudly. “And I’m Kira!”

He chuckled. “Y/N. And Kira. But I was actually going to offer to pay for your meals.”

“Oh, no. That’s oka-“

“Thank you, Steve!”

You looked down at your daughter with wide eyes as she cut you off and accepted the strangers’ offer. Steve chuckled and glanced down at Kira. “Very well. Should we order then?”

Kira grasped your hand in her smaller one and pulled you to the front of the counter, beckoning Steve to follow. You couldn’t help but shake your head, feeling only ever so slightly embarrassed by your daughters’ antics.

_______________

You daughter was enthralled with whatever came out of Steves’ mouth; completely enraptured with the stories he told. Though, you couldn’t really blame her.

Kira wasn’t one to shy away from conversation, but it had honestly shocked you how versed she became in conversation with the man the two of you had only met 45 minutes prior.

Yes. 45 minutes.

It seemed none of you really wanted to part ways; all enjoying yourselves with flowing conversation and shared smiles.

“So,” Steve started, his arms resting on top of the table that sat between him and you and Kira. “You mentioned Captain America earlier, and you have him on your backpack. Do you like him?”

“Yeah! He’s my favourite hero!” Gosh did she get excited over the topic of heroes.

He chuckled. “And why’s that?”

You rolled your eyes knowing what was coming yet couldn’t stop the fond smile growing on your face. “Well, he’s super cool. He’s brave, kind, strong and he doesn’t like bullies. I don’t like bullies either.” Then, a devilish smile broke out on her small, rounded face. “Mommy likes him too. She thinks he’s pretty. AND SHE HASN’T EVEN SEEN HIS FACE PROPERLY! She’s seen his butt though, looks at it a lot.”

Your eyes widened and the smile was promptly wiped from your face whilst Steve seemingly choked on his spit and laughed nervously. “I think she’s in love with him,” Kira whispered, further embarrassing you.

“OKAY! That’s enough, ha…”

Steve smiled, albeit sheepishly, towards the two of you. “Well, I believe Captain America would think your moms’ pretty, too.”

Kira shrug, shovelling a cold, left over fry from the basket into her mouth. “I know.”

You groaned softly and hid your face behind your hand, slumping in your seat. Your whole face felt hot. Trying to calm your racing heart, you peered at Kira. “Why don’t you tell him about your birthday sweetie?”

“OH YEAH! Mommies taking me to the Captain America display!” Kira bounced in her seat and if her eyes hadn’t already twinkled with excitement, they certainly did now after she’s formulated a plan quickly in her mind. “You should definitely come, mister.”

You and Steve both spluttered at her invitation.

“Oh honey, I don’t think Steve would-“

“W-well, it’s not up to me-“

Kira groaned and rolled her eyes overdramatically before looking at Steve. “Yep. It’s up to me.” She then turned towards you. “And, we can just ask Steve if he would like to.” To which she faced Steve once more, looking at him intently. “Would you like to come too?”

Steve looked extremely apprehensive to answer and looked towards you in the hopes of getting some guidance in what to say. If he were being honest, this past hour he’d felt nothing but calm and happy, forgetting his worries and has actually taken a break from all the responsibilities he’s been handed.

He very much liked both yourself and Kira, feeling content in both of your presences’ and would very much like if he continued to get to know both yourself and Kira more. He just certainly didn’t want to overstep.

He internally cheered for himself when you nodded your head discreetly. Your face told him that the young girl who looked extremely hopeful would certainly not cease until she succeeded in getting what she wanted in this moment.

“Uh…” He turned his gaze towards Kira once more gave her a small smile. “I would love to go to the Captain America display for your birthday.”

Kira cheered loudly and you shook your head with an adoring smile directed to the young girl sat beside you. “Great! You should give your number to my mommy so we can plan it properly.” She sipped on her half-drunken refill of milkshake after speaking so nonchalantly.

Both Steve and yourself felt and looked dumbfounded. Had she really just said that?

Steve chuckled before his eyes darted down towards your phone which was sat face down atop the table. “May I?”

“Oh, uh, yep.” You fumbled with picking your phone up, unlocking it and opening up a new contact before handing your phone over to Steve, face burning and a shy smile adorning your features. Your hands brushed against one another as he carefully took the phone from your hold and typed in his full name and phone number.

He was just about to hand it back to you when Kira swiftly took it and looked at the screen. She shook her head before looking up at Steve. “You gotta add a picture, silly.” She raised the phone after tapping the picture icon atop the contact, pointing it straight at Steve.

The poor man panicked and smiled quite awkwardly as your daughter snapped the photo. You slapped a hand over your mouth to try desperately hide your laugh, which hadn’t really been that successful.

Kira observed the picture on the screen before nodding; she clearly found the picture acceptable for use. Steve couldn’t help but also find it quite amusing and chuckled himself. Your daughter swiftly handed you your phone back but once in your hand, you had spotted the time and your eyes slightly widened.

“Oh wow, is it really that late?” you questioned yourself but prompted Steve to check the time himself by looking down at his watch. You looked up towards him with an apologetic smile and shrugged your shoulders. “Sorry, we really should get going. Kira has school in the morning.”

Steve shook his head and smiled, unbothered by your information. “No, no, it’s perfectly fine. I completely understand.”

“Thank you, and sorry again.” You looked sheepish as you stood and put your own jacket back on before beckoning Kira to stand herself. She pouted but did as she was told, allowing you to help her with her coat, to which she then put her hat back on top her head and gloves back on her small hands.

Steve stood and cleared his throat as he stood awkwardly, not knowing what to do. You looked up away from Kira and sent him the most beautiful smile he had ever seen upon someone’s face and miraculously, he felt a lot let nervous.

“Thank you for the wonderful company and the meal,” you spoke with such sincerity that made his heart thump louder and harder than any life threating mission ever could.

“And for standing up to that bully for us,” Kira added.

You huffed laugh. “Yes, and that.”

“It’s my pleasure.” He nodded his head.

Kira stepped forward which prompted Steve to lower himself to her height just as he had done so earlier. “It was nice meeting you.”

“It was nice meeting you too, ma’am.”

She beamed up at him before sticking her hand out and her expression was nothing but serious, one which Steve copied as he took her hand and shook it. “My mommy will text you later about my birthday.” She withdrew her hand before her big, bright smile reappeared. She grasped your hand in hers and waved as she began to pull you out of the burger joint.

“Bye Captain America!”

Your eyes bulged out of their sockets comically and you did nothing but splutter, opening and closing your mouth in the hopes that some words would pass out of you as your daughter pulled you out through the doors and in the direction of your small Brooklyn apartment.

Steve froze and watched wide eyed as you both left through the door, the bell atop jingling when it closed behind you. “Huh. Smart kid.” He shook his head before laughing and standing, collecting his jacket and leaving a tip on the table before slowly exiting the building himself, walking towards his bike ready to head back to the tower, completely dazed and the image of you ingrained into his mind.

Meanwhile, you finally snapped out of your shocked and flustered state halfway down the sidewalk. “YOU KNEW THAT WAS CAPTAIN AMERICA?!”

“Yep,” your daughter replied, popping the ‘P’ and acting completely nonchalant about the whole ordeal.

“AND YOU TOLD HIM I LIKE HIS BUTT?!”

“Yep.”

You narrowed your eyes at the small figure of your daughter. “You little monster.” You swept her up into your arms and began to blow raspberries against her chubby little cheek, causing her to burst into a fit of giggles and loud laughter.

You couldn’t help but laugh along with her and then Steves’ earlier comment came to the forefront of your mind. ‘Captain America thinks I’m pretty! HOLY SHIT!’

You’d dwell on that later though.

“MY MOMMY LIKES CAPTAIN AMERICAS’ BUTT!” Kira shouted as she continued to gasp out giggles and you couldn’t help but laugh and indulge in her silly behaviour.

“I LIKE CAPTAIN AMERICAS’ BUTT!”

Kira roared in laughter once more along with you, and you both continued to find an abundance of humour in the situation the entire walk home.

_______________

“Hey punk,” Bucky spoke as he entered the main, spacious shared living room and spotted Steve sat on the couch, staring at his phone and smiling widely as his eyes scan over the words you had texted him.

“What’s got you grinning like that?” Bucky playfully quipped, a small smirk across his lips.

“Uh, nothing.” It could have been convincing if Steve had looked away from his phone and his already large smile didn’t widen further.

“Sure. Nothing.” Bucky shakes his head and sits beside his friend. “She pretty?”

Usually, Steve would question what made his friend think it was a woman, but he was so dazed and giddy, he couldn’t find it in him to deny it. “She’s so beautiful Buck.”

“Gotta date?”

“Not yet.”

Bucky chuckled and slapped his friends’ shoulder in good nature as he shook his head. “Well, good luck, punk. I hope you get that date.” Bucky stood and huffed a laugh at Steve still grinning at his phone as he left to head towards the kitchen, missing Steves’ mumbled response.

“Me too.”

_______________

.

.

.

.

.

Gosh dang do I love this man

That is all

If you want to be added to a taglist lemme know

Anywho, I hope you enjoy

As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and greatly appreciated :D

_______________

Marvel taglist:

@thanossexual​ @iwazoomingouttahere​ @xxxtwilightaxelxxx​

[grahoriasfancave]

@needsmorewlw made some good points about Eliza's choice of counsellors to influence recently, so now I need to write. Fic below the cut.

Dylan was a man of science.

And also a man of ghost stories, cryptids, folklore, and generally anything you wouldn't want your kid reading before bed. He had range like that.

Something about the supernatural just hit different. And yeah, okay, maybe he was a little too quick to suspect weird things of being... well, weird. Maybe his imagination was a little too vivid when he thought he saw faces in tv static or heard voices mingling with windchimes. The lights flickering in his vision were ocular migraines, that was all.

Except it all got worse the second Mr. H's van entered Hackett Woods.

Dylan knew he wasn't imagining it; both Abi and Emma shivered violently, and Jacob loudly announced, "Bruh, who fucked with the AC?"

Glances, shrugs, and eyerolls were exchanged. And then Mr. Hackett chuckled in a confused kind of way and said, "Maybe cut back on the profanity, champ?"

Alright. So half the people here didn't feel that strange chill, or that sense of being watched. Neat. Dylan quirked one corner of his mouth at Jacob in sympathy and went back to staring out the window.

A flash of white caught his eye. He sat up and squinted, heart suddenly pounding a little too hard in his chest. "Uh, guys? Is anyone supposed to be out here?"

The answer to that turned out to be no. No, there was not supposed to be an old woman in a white dress flitting among the trees. No, nobody else saw her.

Dylan dismissed it as a hallucination and that was that for two whole months.

But then they got stuck at camp for an extra night, and the feeling of eyes on him returned, and he was definitely not imagining the unnatural infection eating away at Nick's leg. And when he remembered how the office phone hissed out something that sounded exactly like his name, and when Abi mumbled something about whispers in the woods, he knew something was up.

"You and I are gonna find a landline," Ryan said, and Dylan was too busy thinking about the implications of everything he'd seen to jump on the opportunity.

"Hey Ryan?"

"Yeah?"

He fidgeted with his hands, looking around in case of... something. "D'you believe in, like, ghosts and shit? I-I know you're big on that Boner Fide podcast, but, like, do you buy into the whole "supernatural" thing?"

Ryan hummed thoughtfully. "Not really. It's cool to hear people, like, discuss the logistics of it, but... none of it's real."

"Cool. Coolcoolcool." Dylan bobbed his head in agreement, felt like an idiot, and stopped. "Uh, what about... what about mediums?"

"Fake," said Ryan distinctly.

"Right. Right, yeah, totally. Uh."

"Dylannnnn..."

Without really thinking about it, Dylan stopped and turned around. No one was there. Biting his lip, he took a few steps in the direction they'd just come from, eyes roving the empty lodge for some kind of proof that he wasn't going crazy.

"Where're you going?" Ryan called from the doorway.

Dylan flapped a hand at him. "Uh. Nowhere. Just... You go on ahead, okay, I'll catch up with you in a sec."

"Okay."

The lodge fell silent. He waited a few beats, then stage-whispered, "Hello?"

Dead silence.

"Ghost lady?"

More silence, and then- "Dylannnnn," whispered from all around him.

Dylan may have jumped a few feet into the air. Maybe not, though. "What do you want from me?" he demanded once he'd gotten himself back on the ground with minimal stumbling. When that didn't get him any answers, he tried, "Why are you talking to me and not, say, Ryan or Kaitlyn?"

"Lissstennnn..."

Oh. Oh shit. Shit. He was a medium, wasn't he?

Dylan put his head in his hands and groaned long and loud. "Fuck me sideways with a bowling pin."

"My boy," the ghost lady moaned, right as Ryan called from the other room, "Dylan, what's taking so long?"

"Coming," Dylan called back. He jabbed a finger at a random point in the air. "Listen, I dunno what's going on here, but I do not have time to deal with ghost shit on top of whatever's happening to Nick. Put a pin in it for now, 'kay?"

Without waiting for an answer, he hurried to catch up with Ryan.

At least this night couldn't get any crazier, right?

[theliterarybeldam]

Euphoria Finale Time, I already saw shit on this app, I’m not ready to cry

Not Faye doing that shooshing thing like that

Custer I’m ready to murder you, but Ash beat me to it 😭

“Thank goodness we didn’t have a gun to shoot back” bruh 😭

“I don’t wanna Google the scraps. I wanna peel back the layers”

fez if you don’t stop being so cute I’m gonna kiss you on the forehead

Back to the heavy breathing 😭

Rue’s just like me “wtf is that”

Suze immediately “oh god” ma’am 😭

The gasp of the audience, they like “is this part of the play” 😭

Stoppp. Not him saying exactly what I said.

Cassie stop ittttt

Not Bobbi thinking it’s part of the play

Suze trying to diffuse the tension by bringing back Ethan lmao

Cassieee girllll it’s giving pick meee choose meee

“Language missy” 😭

“I feel like I’m gonna throw up” girl same

Cassieee why are you doing this to your sister

Stopppp not Lexi including the carousel 😭

BEAT HER ASS MADDYYY

Ooh that slap sounded painful

BB is me 😭😭

This convo with Rue and Elliot, “you might’ve accidentally saved my life” yea but he slept with your girlfriend 😭

Rueee you’re doing so good baby 🥺

“Don’t worry I’m not gonna tell anyone” girl bye 💀 snitch on him too

“You talk to jules?” Like nah we don’t talk to the opps idk why we talking to you

The song 😭 release this asap

If we’re gonna go into season 3 and Sam tells me Elliot isn’t in love with her, then he’s dumb

“Just a couple sinners makin fun of hell” 😭😭😭😭😭���😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Okay we get it you love her stop singing now, go back to Fez or Maddy beating Cassie

The eye contact bro bye 😭 why am I blushing?

Even Rue’s like “bruh this song is so long” 💀

“I’m still workin on it” boy that was long af wym

“Can we be friends even though I slept with your girlfriend”

The look stop I’m already dead

Bobbi is so cute 🥺🥺

Rue starting the chant I fuckin love her 🥺😭

“Giddy up” BOBBI 😭

“Sometimes people need to get their feelings hurt” I know that’s right

Oh fuck why I forget Ash did that 😭

Y’all I know what happens but I can’t breath

Not the weapons in the dryer

The cameras moving

Ash wtf are you doing

Aye yo I need an inhaler

I’m SHAKING IN MY BOOTS

ASH STOP IT WTF 💀

I could honestly give a fuck about this Nate shit rn why’d you interrupt when I’m on the verge of not breathing

The warehouse 😭

“You don’t get to ruin our lives and just get to be happier” I mean he’s not wrong?

Everybody makes mistakes, everybody has those days

The nightmare and everyone getting uncomfortable like same 😭

If he’s not talking about the 3rd kid I don’t care 😭😂

“I don’t want your apology” yea well I don’t want this scene 🤷🏾‍♀️

Oooh he got a flash drive? Nvm yes I do

Everyone goin to jail……except for ash

EXPOSE CAL ALL 2022

Oh shit back to not breathing 😭😭

Not them pointing a gun at an already dead body like isn’t that why you’re in here 😭

Ashhhh noo

Bruh I’m shaking 💀

The fuckin bullet holes in everything I literally cannot breathe

Ash playing dead why the fuck

I’m fuckin crying leave me alone don’t fuckin talk to me, never watching this show again

Going back to the play right after please don’t 😭

Bruh this episode is hard I don’t think I’m okay

Lexi and her dad to Lexi and Rue 😭😭 if they’re not besties for the resties Sam is getting another very heated letter (he already has at least one per episode on the way)

I’m sorry but I think Ethan playing Suze is my favorite thing on this earth

I’m still crying

Rue’s letter at the funeral someone please hug her already 😭

Fake Rue making Jules realize stuff about Real Rue

I don’t think I’m okay…like at all

Realizing how close the girls actually are 😭😭

Rexi for the win

I’m fucking crying my face just permanently leaking

Rue reassuring Lexi about how an addict feels 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Need a whole other box of tissues 😭😭😭

Have they been in the bathroom this whole time?

Why isn’t Cassie in the fuckin hospital 😭😭

“This is just the beginning” 😭😭😭😭 good she fuckin deserves it bitch ass hoe

Jules if you don’t get away from my girl

Take your "I love you" and shove it up your ass

Rue staying clean for the rest of the school year? Wtf does that mean?!

So you’re telling me Lab took I’m Tired offline so that they could release this Zendaya version? 😭😭

I'm not mad about it, but I'm a tad bit upset

IM NOT OKAY LIKE AT ALL THIS FINALE WAS HARD

[thekaijudude]

Ultraman Decker catalog leak

Ultra Hero Series 86 Ultraman Decker Flash Type

Ultra Hero Series 87 Ultraman Decker Strong Type

Ultra Hero Series 88 Ultraman Decker: Miracle Type

Ultra Hero Series 89 Ultraman Decker Dynamic Type

Ultra Hero Series EX Ultraman Neos

Ultra Hero Series EX Ultra Seven 21

Ultra Hero Series EX Ultraman Xenon

Ultra Monster Series 174: Spheresaurus

Ultra Monster Series 175 Hanejiro (HANE2)

Ultra Monster Series 55 Miklas (re-release)

Ultra Monster Series 176 Sphere Gomora

Ultra Monster Series 177 Mons Agar

Ultra Monster series 65 Bemular (re-release)

Ultra Monster Series 178 Pagos

Ultra Monster Series 179 Agira

Ultra Monster series 180: Sphere Megalozoa

Ultra Monster series 181 Sphere Red King

Ultra Monster series 182 Alien Gregory

Ultra Monster series 183: Fake Ultraman Dyna (Miracle Type)

Ultra Monster Series 184 Sphere Soldier

Ultra Monster Series 185 Rai Basser

(A new version of Maga Bassar)

Ultra Monster series 186 Sphere Neomegas

(Sphere infected Neosaurus)

Ultra Monster Series 187 Pandon (to commemorate Seven's 55th Anniversary)

Ultra Monster Series 188 Sphere Geomoss

Ultra Monster Series 189 Chandler

Ultra Monster DX Mother Spheresaurus

-

Bruh only 1 DX figure? Fml man, at least the Sphere Megalozoa too tsk

But notice that we dont see King Sphere anywhere here, but I suspect that hes the true final boss of the series but just dosent have a figure since hes probably just gonna be a giant sphere

So Mother Spheresaurus is probably gonna act as the penultimate boss like Neo Gigareid was in Dyna before King Sphere, and also as a throwback tribute to Queen Monera

Tho this means that the Decker movie might be about Terranoid/Zelganoid, like we know from earlier leaks that the antagonist fuses kaiju with spheres, perhaps him or someone else does the same when GUTS Select or some other organization creates some sort of Mecha Decker, perhaps also equip it with a similar weapon to the Neo Maxima Cannon to make it a bigger threat to Dynamic Type as well as a throwback to Deathfacer

[hoodassnerd]

Butterflies

Genre: Erik x oc

Words: a lot (I’m so sorry)

Summary: Joanna is a thug at heart but maybe not all the way through

BEEP BEEP BEEP be-

Erik shut off the alarm and look at the girl in his bed.

‘Seven? Sheela? Something with a s? I don’t fuckin know, she gotta get the fuck up tho’

Erik poked her in the back “Aye shawty, you gotta get up. “ she grunted and readjusted to get comfortable. Erik sighs, “AYO!” He shouted. She jumped up from her spot “What! It’s mad early!” “Exactly, that why you need to getcho ass up. I gotta work and I don’t know you like that so you gotta step” he said getting out of the bed.

She looked at him disappointed “Damn you really just gon kick me out like that?” She asked him. “Yea. Bye Keisha.” Erik walked into the bathroom closing the door. “MY NAME IS TIFFANY!” “Whatever the fuck it is, you gotta go” he said. Erik turned on the water ignoring whatever she was yelling at him and got in the shower so he could start his day.

Around 2:37 pm Joanna Brown woke up from her damn good dream about cheesecake and Captain America. “Shit!” She said as she finished her stretched. A good stretch. The one that makes you shake. “I should have called off today. I hate having to use my customer service voice to all them ugly ass men.” She said to herself. Jo worked at footlocker at the front register. She only kept the job because she was a sneaker head. Jo was very self conscious about her body but the men at her job didn’t give a damn about her feelings because her was shaped like the number 8. Even thought she had many customer complaints, they weren’t gonna fire her. She was the reason for half of their customers.

Jo turned on her music phone and connected it to her tv. “Rob the jewelry sto’ tell ‘em make me a grill”. Joanna milly rocked her way into the bathroom and started her showers he tied up her silver bundles and got in the water.

About 30 seconds later her primary phone rang. She looked at the screen and saw Erik’s name and the ugliest scared face you’ve ever seen. Tapping the screen she picked up the phone and started singing the song. “Got 30 down at the bottom 30 mo’ at the top, all invisible set with little ice cube blocks. If I could call it a dri-“ “I didn’t call you to hear yo fine ass sing nelly in my face” Erik said into the phone. Jo looked offended “So why dafuq did you call me?” “I called you to see if y’all got the new 11’s that just came out.” Jo looked into the phone “nigga I just got in the shower! I don’t even know if the sun is still yellow yet! And stop calling me pretty, you know I don’t like you”

Ever since they were in high school, Erik was sweet on Jo. She transferred from New York during their sophomore year. They eventually became friends after she fist fought the quarterback because he wouldn’t leave her alone. Even though they didn’t have any classes together he would always make sure that he saw her when she was at school. Erik liked Jo and was determined to get her to like him back. He would always compliment her and try to make her feel good about her self but Jo didn’t see it like that. Jo was a hood nigga, so she didn’t really want attention from men. Unless she needed some dick.

“Let me finish washing my ass first. I’ll hit you when I’m at work to let you know if we got em’” Erik smiled showing his caps “Thank you lil’ mama. Let me see ya titties” Jo hung up the phone “Bitch I am not showing you my titties” she said as she put the it back down. Willow Smiths - Wait a minute started to play on her tv “Oh this my shit!” She shouted as she turned up the volume.

‘Wait a minute! I think I left my conscience on your front door step! Woo-oo Woo-oo, Wait a minute I think I let my consciousness in the sixth dimension. But I’m here right now, right now”

Jo got in her navy blue 67’ impala that was given to her by her uncle. She started the car and the radio came on ‘FUCK A FLASH THIS AINT SNAPCHAT! CUZ IVE BEEN GETTIN’ PAID, YELLOW DIAMOND-‘. Jo jumped so high she hit her head on the roof of the car “Ow fuck! Shit” she said turning down the volume and rubbing her head. “Let me turn this shit down. I’m not the Same nigga from last night”

Pulling into the parking lot at the mall she looked at the time on her phone 4:02 ‘shiiiiiiiieeeeeeedddddd I still got 30 minutes’ she thought.

‘ when I get up all in ya’ and we can hear the angels callin us, and we can see the sunrise before us and when I’m in that thang, I make that body sang I make her say🚨🚨🚨’

“nigga this my shit!!” She said turning the up volume. The song turned down and switched to big gangster by Kevin gates. “Scuse me bitch... oh. What you want nigga!” She said to Erik as she got out the car. “Why yo thick ass just getting out the car?” He said staring directly at her . Jo stopped and looked around ‘Did this nigga wait here for me?’ “what kinda stalker shit is you on bruh?” She hung up the phone when she saw him. “Chill lil mama. I’m just trying to make sure my future wife got to work safe.” “Where she at?” Jo said confused. Erik sucked his teeth “Girl stop playin, you know it’s you. Wicho sexy ass, ooooh girl I’d love to see all that ass in a sundress.” He said licking his lips.

“Boy if you don’t get yo ass on somewhere. I wouldn’t dare marry yo ass. All the bitches you be fucking I don’t know where to dick been, nigga” she said grabbing her work bag out her backseat. “Why you ain’t take yo ass in the store? Everybody in there fuck wichu, they would have gave you a discount if you would have asked. Renee prolly would’ve gave you them shits for free, she in love wicho bum ass.” She said reaching for the door. Erik slapped her hand away from the handle. “Why you always do that like I can’t open the door” she said walking pass him. “When a man is present a women shouldn’t touch doorknobs or handles.” He said staring at her ass. “Mmmmhmmmm. Whatever nigga”

“Hi, welcome to footlocker! If you need anything just let me know!” Jo said in her customer service voice. “Fake ass” Erik said walking passed the counter. “Shut up and getcho shoes nigga!” She said back.

As Jo was reluctantly helping Erik, like the good employee she was, the door buzzer went off “Hi welcome to foo- Fuck. Welcome to footlocker if you need help please don’t ask me. “ Erik turned around and saw three men walk in the store and smirk at Jo. One was tall, about 6’4, light skin with a fucked up gumby haircut. The second one was shorter, kinda looked like Boosie with dreads. The third one looked like Dave east.....but dirty.

“Who dat?” He asked watching them walk around the store “Remember I told you about that nigga that keep coming in here bothering me but I can’t do shit cuz he buy ten pair of shoes?” He nodded “That’s his ugly ass. The dinghy one. He get on my fucking nerves. This nigga smoke boggies and think it’s ok to talk directly in my face like boy get the fuck on” she said scanning eriks shoes while he was laughing his ass off “This shit not funny bruh like, I told him I had a boyfriend but he won’t leave me the fuck alone”. Erik looked at her inquisitively “Did you describe ya so called boyfriend” he said putting quotes around boyfriend. She shook her head no. “Bet” he said. “Aye bro where you going?”

Erik walked over to the shoe display and picked up the cement grey 4’s “lil mama, y’all got these in a 12!” He asked. Jo looked up from the register to see Erik across the store “

What’s those?” “Come here and see” she rolled her eyes and put his other shoes under the counter and jogged over. “Oh the cements, let me check in the back” noticing the ‘Dave east’ looking at Jo, Erik slid his hand on her hip as she talked. She looked at him sideways like he was crazy. He lifted his brows as to say ‘play along’ Jo gave him a stink face but nodded slightly “Gimme a kiss ma” “no I’m at work” “you so mean to me” he said pouting.

Jo rolled her eyes and walked to the back room. “Aye bro. Why you pushing up on ole girl like that?” Erik turned around to see ‘Dave east’ looking like he wanted to fight. “And who the fuck is you to be asking about my girl?” He said as he squared his shoulders. ‘Dave east’ backed up a little “oh shit bro my bad I didn’t know that shorty was yours.” Erik clenched his jaw a little “ stop staring at my girl. And If she tell me you keep harassing her imma beat the shit outchu” Erik said slightly walking toward him. ‘Dave east’ turned around and walked away. “All we got is 11 and 13. “ Erik looked at jo “that’s fine mamas, I got some already. Thank you tho” jo looked at him “ so you telling me that you made me walk all the way ova he fah some shoes you already got? You deadass? Your total is $557.82” Erik smirked at her “I can’t get a thank you?” “Fah what?” Erik smiled real big “you see ya mans?” Jo looked around “what you say to him?” She said as her eyes lit up “I told him to stop talking to you and he left” jo raised an eyebrow “I know you lying but thank you” she held her hand out, Erik looked her up and down “ what?” He asked “give me yo money, hoe” jo said with an attitude. Erik sucked his teeth and gave her his card. “Declined” “WHAT!” “I’m just fucking witchu. Enjoy your day, sir!” “You play to fucking much” Erik mumbled as he walked out the store.