#but since she's not with that team there's no Light to synchronize them so they don't have the muscle memory with each other

[cureblogging]

Bless these dumbasses

[call-me-strega]

Mating Dances of Moths vs. Bats - Dead on MAYn 2024

Day 1 - Sunday the 19th - Late Upload

Trope | Courting Rituals, Word | Flickering, Situation | Dinner is interrupted by a rogue/gang fight, Dialogue | “Are they gone yet?”

Ao3 Link

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Killer Moth wanted revenge. For too long he had been labeled a D-list villain who was taken out by a rookie Batgirl. For too long had he been mocked and scorned by the villain community. Well no more! With the technology he had paid someone to developed he would show them all why they should fear The Killer Moth!

~

Large moths the size of cows are flying through Gotham. They flit through the air latching onto buildings, shaking in strange patterns, and causing property damage. They zoomed over crowds of people causing mass panic and hysteria. And that's not to mention the falling moth excrement. Above the city, ineffectively trying to control them, stood Killer Moth.

"Come- no this way! Listen! Mothew no! No! No attacking the building I'm on! Bad moth! Arrrgh!"

In hindsight, he really should have trained the moths before he jumbo-sized them.

The Bats were quickly on the scene Red Robin, Spoiler, and Robin worked on handling the moths while Batman worked with Oracle to take down Killer Moth.

The Moth Control team was quick to get on the case. However, RR noticed a pattern in the moths' behavior. They seemed more interested in their fellow moths than in carrying out any orders given by a D-list villain. Upon sharing his observations, Robin corroborated that the behavior the moths were exhibiting seemed to be similar to a number of courtship rituals.

Now aware that the moths were still following their instincts the team hatched a plan to deal with them. Noticing that bright lights seemed to distract them from mating, they began using their Bat-flashlights and even the Bat-signal to attract them. They were able to make some progress but were quickly overwhelmed by the sheer number of moths wreaking havoc across the city.

As Red Robin and Robin wrangled a wriggly moth, Spoiler contacted Oracle requesting backup. Oracle reached out to Signal, whose light powers would be a great help, and Red Hood, whose long-range weapons would come in handy. Even though she was reluctant to bother them when they were currently off-duty she knew the ground team needed the help.

~

Jason was in the apartment he shared with his boyfriend Danny when he got a call from Oracle.

He and Danny had been prepping to make homemade chilidogs for dinner, cooking together as almost a mini date night. They were listening to music maneuvering around each other synchronized in a dance of controlled chaos. Danny ducked from where he was covering up homemade buns and resting pie dough Jason had made earlier in the day so that Jason could pull something out of the spice cabinet over his head. Jason was starting on a fruit chaat he had tried in Pakistan, while Danny prepped some seasoned fries.

Danny held up his hand and Jason took it wordlessly spinning them around, switching their positions. Danny began skillfully cutting up some strawberries and rhubarb while Jason took his place seasoning the fries. They worked in peace, matching each other's pace, content to take their time. They had put the chili in the slow cooker about an hour ago and it'd take at least 4 more hours before it was ready, giving them plenty of time to prep sides and desserts.

Suddenly, a beeping was heard over the music, snapping Jason and Danny out of their flow. Jason shot Danny an apprehensive look, knowing that that sound came from his Bat-pager and he might get called out if they were contacting him on his off hours, but his boyfriend just smiled at him reassuringly.

" Go ahead and take that, I'll wrap up the fruit chaat and get started on the pie prep."

" Thanks, babe," Jason smiled back, cleaning off his hands and pressing a kiss to his temple. He left the kitchen to go answer the call in the other room. Danny set the fries to rest since they'd cook them fresh when the chili was done and started topping the chaat with sliced dates and chopped walnuts, before sprinkling it with lemon juice. Then he moved on to the pie filling, combining strawberry and rhubarb in a large bowl. Even from the other room, he could Jason talking to someone on the phone. Then came a large groan and his boyfriend called out to him,

" Hey Danny, O called! She said she needs me to help play pest control! 'Parently Killer Moth thought he'd pull a Penguin and jumbo-size some moths to be his minions!"

Danny simply shook his head fondly and called back.

" It's okay Hun, you go handle the moths and I'll finish the prep. We can do the final steps together once your back."

" Thanks babe!"

And with that, Jason suited up to go out while Danny handled the rest of the dinner prep. He finished up the chaat and put the pie in the oven. While it baked he whipped up a batch of sweet tea and a quick coleslaw. By the time the pie was ready to come out of the oven he'd cleaned up most of the dishes as well.

Danny pulled out the pie and set it up to cool. It'd need at least three hours to cool according to the recipe and the chili would probably be done around the same time. It'd been about an hour since Jason left and he hadn't sent any texts meaning he was still occupied. A seed of worry grew in his chest. He glanced around the kitchen taking a look at the slow cooker timer before making his decision.

He could go help Jason and get home before the apartment potentially burned down.

'Everything will be fine' he thought before going ghost and taking off to find his boyfriend.

~

Jason was sick of these damn bugs.

After meeting up with the ground control team Jason got assigned to extermination duty since he was better suited for taking out long-range opponents with his guns. Spoiler refocused her effort to helping with civilian evac with Robin covering her back while he, Red Robin, and Signal split up and worked on attracting and taking out the moths.

'Coome oon! I've got something sweet waiting for me back home' Red Hood mentally complained as he shot down yet another moth. He was getting real sick of those things. The thought of his beautiful boyfriend waiting for him back home with a pretty pink pie and an equally pretty pink face flashed in his head, causing Hood to pause for a minute and turn a bit pink himself. That's when he heard the beat of wings an echo-y voice yelling, "Watch Out!"

Hood turned just in time to see a moth, coming at him from behind, demolished with a bright green energy blast. A frankly gross shower of moth guts rained down on him. He traced the origin of the blast to a floating figure with pale white hair and a smoking fist.

He grinned under his helmet, "Thanks babe! You here to come get me?"

Phantom rolled his eyes, bantering back, "Yeah, your exterminator gig was taking too long. I finished all the prep, baked the pie, and even had enough time to clean!"

He scoffed, continuing to pretend to scold his boyfriend as he jumped into combat with him.

"Besides it looks like you need the help. That moth would have taken you by surprise if I hadn't been there! What are you even thinking about in a battle to let yourself get distracted like that?"

" Oh~ you know, just your beautiful face babe!" He answered truthfully, albeit teasingly.

" Uh-huh, sure Hun."

And with that, they wordlessly threw themselves into the eclipse of moths.

In an echo of their synchrony from the kitchen earlier that night, the pair woven through the battle like a well-rehearsed dance. If Hood shot down two moths, Phantom covered his back and shot down a third. If Phantom herded the moths into a corner, Red Hood was there, lying in wait to take them out. If Phantom created a few glowing constructs to attract them, Hood would pick them off one by one. If Hood managed to get his hands on a flamethrower, Phantom made sure to ice any stay embers that could start a fire.

And just as it felt like they made a dent, another swarm took their place.

" MAN AM I GETTING SICK OF THESE THINGS!" Hood complained as his flamethrower ran out of juice. "There's gotta be a more efficient way to get rid of these!"

"Agreed!" Phantom nodded, shooting another moth that was latched onto a storefront. As moth guts splattered over the window, Phantom happened to catch sight of a DVD cover that sparked an idea for him.

" Hey Hood! You ever watch Wreck-it Ralph as a kid?"

" Think so! Why?"

" You remember how they took out all those creepy bug things at the end of the movie!?"

"Yeah, why!"

" I have an idea!"

" Wait!"

Jason turned franticly to see Phantom flying up above the city. He lifted his arms over his head and formed a large sustained ectoblast into the sky like the beacon in Wreck-it Ralph, basically making a giant an ecto-powered bug zapper. In Hood ear the comms crackled to life.

" ~bzzzzt - What the heck is that! - bzzt~ " Red Robin yelled out over the comms.

" Relax, it's Phantom. He came to help a while ago and he's got an idea!" Red Hood replied trying to explain. "He's turning himself into a giant bug zapper!"

" ~bzzzzt - Well it's certainly effective - bzzt~ " Spoiler chimed in, watching as droves of moths flew right into the giant glowing beacon.

Hood made his way across the rooftops, trying to get closer to Phantom, taking out any of the distracted moths he could along the way. He saw hordes of moths making their way across the city towards Phantom. He could also pick out where the other Bats were trying to thin out the crowd.

A drop of sweat rolled down Phantom's face as help kept up the constant intensity of the prolonged blast. His shoulders began to ache from keeping them in an outstretched position. His eyes began to sting from the brightness of his energy. The smell of moths disintegrating burned in his nose. He kept going.

After what felt like years, but couldn't have been more than an hour tops, a voice called out,

"It's okay! You can release it now!"

And all the exhaustion he'd been fighting back flooded his system at once. The power from his hands begins flickering before it goes out. Wearily, he floats down, wobbling and falling into the security of his lover's arms. He tilts his head up and forces a tired smile.

" Are they gone yet?"

Hood pulls him close.

" Yeah baby, they're gone now. You can rest."

" Go check on the chili," is the last thing that comes out of his mouth before he passes out.

~

Danny wakes up to the smell of warm spices and the sound of sizzling oil. He groans, pushing himself out of bed. He find himself back in his apartment and realizes Jason must have brought him home. Rubbing his eyes, Danny makes his way to the kitchen. He finds the table set with all the food they prepped earlier and his boyfriend grilling hotdogs for the buns he has set out. Danny blinks the remaining tiredness from his eyes and stretches.

" I'm coming from behind," he warns his boyfriend as he approaches.

" You're good, babe" comes his reply.

" Thanks hun."

And with that, Danny wraps his arms around Jason's waist, plastering himself against Jason's back. He holds him for a few minutes while Jason finishes the hotdogs, simply enjoying the contact. He hears the grill turn off, and then Jason turns to take him in his arms. He presses Danny into his chest.

" Thanks for your help babe, but you had me worried at the end there Dee."

" I was just a bit tired, but I'm sorry for worrying you Jay."

Jason pulls back to smile at him, pressing a kiss to the top of his forehead.

" Its okay Dee. Now let's enjoy this dinner we made, I'm dying to get my hands on dessert!"

Danny laughs back at him. "That'll just have to wait Jay! Let's take our time and enjoy dinner, okay?"

"Okay babe," he replies, nuzzling into his boyfriend's hair. "Let's have dinner."

~

Hi guys, hoped you liked this! I'm running behind on my DeadonMAYn fics but I'll try to get them out as soon as I can. This is for Day 1. I made this needlessly harder on myself by trying to use all of the prompts but I think it turned out okay? Hopefully, I can deliver with the rest of the one-shots I've got planned. I love feedback so let me know what you thought!

Also just in case anyone's interested here's the strawberry-rhubarb pie recipe.

[doubleddenden]

The new trailer was interesting. It did the thing I didn't really want it to do by spoiling story related stuff and not reveal the actual new Pokémon we're missing, but for what it's worth it seems like the story will be pretty content heavy. Let's look at some screens I took and speculate on some stuff: and a friendly reminder that nothing I say here has any bearing on leaks that are possibly out there, so if I guess anything in the future, it was just a guess:

This crystal tree is pretty suspicious. Like first of all, this appears even DEEPER into Area Zero than we've been before, assuming. Did something or someone plant it here? Is it the remains of an underground world? Could it possibly be related to a legendary? Not to mention the FULL crystallization of the tree, vs the partial crystallization of the trees up top. It's definitely not safe to be here for long.

Next, Z move pose! BBA is off the coast of Unova, but there's a lot of Alola rep here. I wonder if they're doing this because Bank will shut down soon and this will be where they want us to get Alola forms for the next 5 ish years before they discontinue Switch online services?

Next, this is Crispin and what appears to be proof the BBE4 won't be restricted to singular types. My friend pointed out that this could possibly be a sun team with Exeggcutor there. Wonder why they opted for Kanto when Alolan is there? (I mean besides Kanto being why).

Next, the reveal of, WHOA WHODA THUNK, Champion? Corrupted Kieran anyway. I made a post a few months back when they showed off this guy from the neck down and made the prediction he'd be champion- that's not entirely confirmed just yet, but it does seem to be pointing in that direction. It's not really that much of a W because GF can be very predictable with their writing.

Anyway he looks heavily corrupted- YEAH LETS GO VILLAIN ARC!!!! His hair is fully purple now- honestly I'd have preferred it with black like before, but it's probably symbolic of his corruption. My friend even pointed out his hair kinda looks like the Toxic Chains the Loyal Three have- theory time, whatever gave them the chain is also corrupting Kieran because look at him. No light left in those eyes. Just rage. Fun :D

Next we have this- I assume it's Penny or Mela tbh, because I saw from a ways back where it seems like Team Star's Giacomo has reintegrated into Naranja/Uva Academy. Maybe Penny has stopped dying her hair and grew it out or Mela is being super proper now or something. Could also be a completely unrelated character.

Lastly for major story stuff, this is cool poster material. Kieran's rage or possibly fear of Terapagos, Carmine's worry for her brother, Briar... I mean come on, she's a villain in waiting, look at her face. Idk if I'm too quick to claim Terapagos is evil though, because the anime has firmly planted him in Just A Little Guy territory and I don't think they'd want to ruin that image considering they've been in charge of hyping him up since Horizons first started.

But yeah, the culmination of everything we've been through in one image. Kinda exciting.

Oh, and just some small tin foil hat pics

It's odd that they paired these trios together to me. Pokémon loves sprinkling breadcrumbs to tease at future projects, and these could pass for potential Legends starter trios.

But not for Unova.

Tepig and Snivy are the odd ones out here because it'd be kinda dumb to re use Unova starters for a Legends Unova game- now for Johto? Squirtle, Treeko, and Tepig COULD work, but Squirtle is also pretty close to home.

If I'm being real, this is probably nothing and just meant to highlight the starters across different generations coming home, with Tepig and Snivy being stand outs because this will be their first time being available on the Switch. Ever.

Other notable things I didn't screenshot:

BQs: basically side quests.

Synchronization? I guess? We can actually control a Pokémon. Conspiracy brain wants to say this is alluding to something, but I'm unsure. It's at least kind of neat because this has been a topic of various NPCs in the series for years. Those were probably just alluding to Mystery Dungeon games, but when Game Freak does something like this in DLC, it could hint at a future mechanic or possibly a feature in a future game.

Legendaries returning: I'm gonna be real, I'm not really all that excited by the prospect of yet another Legendary Bargain Sale that they've been doing since ORAS at this point. ORAS, USUM, Crown Tundra, and now Indigo Disk. At this point the legendaries are more common and accessible than some common pokemon like Furfrou or the elemental monkeys.

What's interesting to note are a couple of things:

1. DLC pokemon from SwSh are here too, including Kubfu. That's interesting, I wonder how it will evolve considering we needed the two towers in IoA last time? An NPC from the dojo?

2. Boi if you thought I wasn't gonna talk about the Unovan dragons- they didn't HAVE to single them out like that! They didn't have to. They did, though. I'm pretty sure we all know their next projects.

You may be saying "but it's too fast!" And I agree. They need to stop rushing things and take their time, but we all know they won't. All we can do is hope they actually try this time.

Anyways that was the last trailer for Indigo Disk. Maybe it's my severe depression talking, but I'm actually excited for Indigo Disk. It looks very content heavy and a bit prettier to look at than before. I hope it runs okay- I mean it won't, but I still hope it. I also hope this isn't as quick as Teal Mask was.

1 week lefts, bois

[reinahwanggg]

Me + You = ❤️ • Jake Sim

❤️pairing basketball player!jake x fem producer!reader❤️

❤️genre established relationship, interview style, fluff❤️

❤️word count 1.6k words (1650)❤️

❤️warning(s) one (1) mention of bullying (as a joke), i overused a bunch of words ngl, please let me know if i missed anything❤️

❤️synopsis hey everyone and welcome back to RVV, a relationship and friendship channel where we interview real friends and couples to get an insight about how they made it all work! this episode is featured by the newest couple on the scene (but most certainly not with each other) Jake Sim and Y/N L/N as they talk about their relationship and take us down memory lane.❤️

❤️notes from reina hey y’all! i decided to write a fic based on my most recent delusional scenario. i am a huge basketball fan (which is why jake’s a basketball player since he’s filling in for the person i had the scenario about lol) and i have a very vivid imagination so i thought, why not make a one-shot about it? enhypen is not a group in this au, but they are still friends with niki and heeseung also being in the nba, jay, sunghoon and sunoo being media journalists, and jungwon being head coach to heeseung’s basketball team. niki and jake are on the same team, but heeseung is on a different team. anyways let’s get into it! ❤️

the lights in the studio turn on simultaneously, casting a warm tone on the set up. space gray walls, two beige wing chairs on top of a patterned rug, with a mahogany coffee table between them. in bold, LED lighting are the letters RVV. it switches on a lovely shade of pink, and the lights of the studio turn the same color. two people walk to a different wing chair and settle in, one fixing their jacket as they sit, and the other one smoothing down their hair. the guy smiles widely at the camera, and the girl gives a small, shy wave. then, the interview begins.

Q: Introduce Yourselves. 

“hi, my name is jake sim, and i play as the shooting guard for the los angeles lakers.” the brunet says with a smile, hand raised as a greeting to the camera for the people who’ll be watching. 

“and i’m y/n l/n, songwriter and producer.” she says afterwards, shifting in her seat a little bit since she’s starting to feel a little awkward. 

Q: How long have you two known each other? 

“five years.” they answer simultaneously, giggling a bit once they realize. 

“i met him on vacation. he asked me to take a picture for him, but he was so awkward with his poses. it was embarrassing.” y/n starts to explain, body turning to look at jake as her hands immediately start to move as she speaks. 

“i didn’t think you’d say yes? asking someone to take a picture of you is more nerve wracking than people say it is.” jake defends, hand on his chest as he explains his case. 

“it sure is. well, that and you’re a super awkward kid.” y/n replies. 

“you’re younger than me.” jake retorts. 

“logistics.” y/n rebuttals. 

Q: When did you two start dating? 

“two and a half years.” they answer, again laughing at their synchronization. 

“i still question why i agree sometimes, you know?” y/n jokingly says. 

“ditto.” jake follows up. 

“what? saying you don’t like me anymore?” y/n asks, feigning hurt. 

“didn’t you just -, never mind.” jake shakes his head as he gives up early. 

Q: Who asked who? 

“i did.” jake answers, looking at y/n to see her looking away. 

“he carried me to an arcade and asked me out while we were playing air hockey to distract me so he could win.” y/n supplies. 

“i didn’t ask you to distract you. i wanted to ask you all night, but didn’t know how, so i just asked.” the brunet responds, looking at the camera to show sincerity. 

“but the minute i was about to beat you in air hockey? like bro, pick a better time for that.” y/n argues. 

“not my fault you couldn’t multitask,” jake shrugs as he rebuttals. 

“you literally asked me to be your girlfriend?!” y/n incredulously asks. 

“i said what i said.” jake retorts. 

Q: What’s your trope? 

“trope?” jake questions, confused. 

“what dynamic are we, like a book/fanfiction genre pairing thing.” y/n supplies. 

“oh! strangers to friends to lovers. i don’t think i ever heard you guys ask a question like this in your interview-” 

Q: How do you guys juggle your relationship with your careers? 

“communication.” y/n answers. 

“we talk to each other a lot, we update each other with our schedules and such, and we tell each other how we’d like to spend our days off. i go to his games a lot, so i barely have any problem with seeing him, but when it’s time for me to work on music for deadlines and stuff, i rarely get to see him. we also facetime a LOT.” she continues, her hand reaching over the wing chair, intertwined with jake’s as he saw it, and wanted to hold it. 

“understanding each other as well. y/n travels a lot depending on who she works with and what she has to work on, so understanding that our schedules are both hectic and trying to work with it instead of against it helps a lot.” jake inserts, swinging y/n’s arm a bit between them, just because.

Q: Fondest memory? 

“the amusement park.” they answer concurrently, shocking each other with their answer. 

“i honestly thought yours would be the hotel in bora bora.” y/n states. 

“just because i rave about the food a lot, doesn’t mean that it was the fondest memory, y/n.” jake follows up. 

“well, why was the amusement park memory fond for you?” y/n asks. 

“it was the first place i told i love you.” jake answers, looking over at her to see that she was already looking back at him. 

the two of them stare at each other for a few seconds before y/n looks away with a smile on her face. jake smirks, and the producers start to squeal in excitement. 

“you won that one.” y/n softly says, and softly pushes jake’s face away when she turns back to see him smirking. 

jake looks at the camera and shakes his head. 

“she acted just like this when i told her back then. looking away, pushing me away from her. she even had to sit down because apparently her legs started to give out.” jake tells the staff, who all oooo’d in reaction.

“don’t expose me.” she pleads, pushing his face away again. 

Q: Have you met any friends or family?

“I know his entire team, and all of his close friends. riki continuously messages me whenever any of us are away. I get too many derp photos from him.” y/n responds. 

“who even uses the word derp anymore?” jake jokingly questions. 

“me, get used to it.” y/n retorts. 

“i have met her siblings though. they all came to one of my games recently. it was funny to see because her brother startled her while she was booing heeseung while he was taking a free throw.” jake says. 

“don’t bully ethan or i’ll boo your boyfriend for the rest of the game. like boy, you’re literally in the los angeles, be a hater at home.” y/n sassily supplies. 

“she also met my family when we were just friends, so they know her and they love her.” jake follows up. 

Q: Any future plans? 

“secret!” they both excitedly respond, grinning mischievously as they look at the camera. 

Q: Last question, any words of advice for people who are dating a busy partner? 

“all relationships are different despite people trying to categorize everything. if you aren’t a busy person, but most of your partner’s time is taken up by either work or school, then try to talk to them about your schedules, and be mindful about the fact that their schedule is hectic. don’t work against a schedule, work with one. work around one, work alongside one. you can also use extra time to work stuff out with yourself. pick up a skill, master your favorite hobby, all that jazz.” y/n informs. 

“we send each other our schedules, and after analyzing it, we find common free times and discuss whether or not we wanna spend them together or apart. contrary to popular belief, y/n is actually much busier than i am. i usually have between june and august off - depending on the postseason - but y/n’s schedule fluctuates according to what project she picks up. we discuss that, and then we plan with it.” jake also informs. 

“but like y/n said, all relationships are different. what works for us, may not work for others. the best advice is to study yourself and study your partner. if you really want to be with them despite the hectic schedule, then you work with them. if you want to be with someone with a less busy schedule, then you date someone who can accommodate that. it’s that simple.” jake continues, hand reaching over to hold y/n’s own once more. 

RVV: Ending Ment 

“thank you guys for clicking on this video and watching it to learn more about our relationship.” y/n starts, clasping her hands together as she talks. 

“if you enjoyed this video, make sure to leave a like, comment on the video, and share it to help with the algorithm.” jake continues, hands going on his knees as he looks at the camera. 

“if you want to watch more videos like this one, make sure to subscribe to RVV, and turn on the post notifications by clicking the bell icon and choosing ‘ALL’.” y/n concludes. 

“i’m jake sim.” 

“and i’m y/n l/n.” 

“and this has been the relationship interview with RVV.” they finish. 

the guy gets up first and straightens his jacket, before turning around and offering his hand to his girlfriend. she laughs at his antics, but she grabs his hand, and lets him help her out of the chair. they both walk away from the camera hand in hand, and the RVV lettering behind them turns off, signifying the end of the interview. 

RVV Bonus 

Q: Who takes longer to get ready? 

“jake.” y/n answers immediately, which causes jake to gasp in surprise at the sudden accusation. 

“i do not take longer to get ready.” jake defensively replies. 

“you had a game for 7pm, if it wasn’t for the fact that you had to get there earlier to get some shots up, you would’ve been late to your own game.” y/n retorts. 

“hey, the question is referring to who takes longer between the two of us, not in general.” 

“so you admit that you take long in general?” 

“i do not admit that i take long to get ready in general, and i will stand by my claims.” jake emphasizes, arms folded to assert his defiance. 

“where’s my phone? let me call riki, and ask him what he thinks of this question.” 

🩷ending ment from reina: welp, here's the end of this fic, hope you guys enjoyed this because this was fun to write. no over explaining , no extra description. just you, jake and a studio. i also want to do a "who knows who" kinda thing because those are fun too. thank you for reading! bye!🩷

[atjsgf]

📓 📓 📓 (plot per book pls!!)

ALRIGHT LET'S DO IT!

MISS AMERICANA AND THE HEARTBREAK PRINCE

So I have this reylo fic I’ve been meaning to write for years called Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince. It’s a high school AU that is based on A Cinderella Story (one of my top five fave movies of all-time) but doesn’t follow it exactly–it’s a little darker, just bc of the nature of adapting the characters’ backstories, especially Finn and Ben. (They are all seniors unless otherwise specified.) 

Rey plays the role of Sam/Cinderella. Her mom died when she was young, leaving her to be raised by her abusive stepfather, Brendol Hux. Said stepfather favors his kids, Hux and Phasma (Armitage goes by his last name. Phasma is a nickname, but I think she has a real one that gets brought up). However, he also puts a lot of pressure on them as athletes (unsure what sport they do, figure skating maybe.) 

In ACS it’s a running gag that Sam’s twin stepsisters are really bad at their sport (synchronized swimming). In this, they’re good, but it’s to their detriment. (The exploitation of underage athletes is a recurring theme in this fic.)

(I like the trope where the evil stepmother–or stepfather in this case–is abusive to the step-siblings, too, just in a different way, just bc it strikes me as more relatable.) 

Rey works at the business Brendol runs, a mechanic shop/diner. She’s saving up money for college, but she’s also kind of forced to work long hours by Brendol. Her fairy godmother is obviously the manager of the diner, Daae Leira. 

Finn is Carter, but instead of acting, his whole thing is that he was a competitive athlete who fought for emancipation from his abusive family and won, and now he wants to major in journalism to shed light on the issue. 

Rose is Astrid (the DJ in the movie, she does have a name) who wants to major in broadcast journalism. So they both work on the school paper and that brings them together. 

And ofc, Ben is Austin. Captain of the water polo team, known for being aggressive and competitive, but secretly wants to be a writer. He has this kind of ruthless reputation for having gotten his own sister expelled by planting weed in her locker to prevent himself from getting kicked off the football team for having it. 

In reality, he got Cara expelled because his football coach–abusive, manipulative Snoke–was about to turn his attention to Cara, who had joined the girls’ water polo team against Ben’s advice. And Ben was terrified of Cara getting tied up with Snoke the way he had by that point. (Cara now goes to a boarding school in Northern CA, as opposed to the San Fernando valley where everything takes place.)

Anyways, Ben’s friends are Poe Dameron and Sage Skylstad. Poe is on the team with him and Sage is someone he’s been friends with since middle school. 

Ben and Rey have this online relationship. They know they go to the same school, but other than that they don’t know the other’s identity. When Rey finds out, her fear is less about Ben being super popular (he’s not), and more about him having that asshole reputation. (A more mild stressor is Sage–everyone at their school is convinced the two are dating, because of the whole “men and women can’t be platonic friends” thing. They are not and both find the idea gross.) 

Anyway. Rey gets her Cinderella moment, Snoke gets exposed by Finn and Rose, Ben gets his “I’m throwing away YOUR dream” moment, and they live happily ever after. I also wanted to do some sequels about them in college, Poe/Cara getting together, stuff like that. 

BETWEEN TWO POINTS/IN SCREAMING COLOR

So I had this idea for a series of Community fics. The series is called Between Two Points. The first three would each center on one ship. The first one, called In Screaming Color, would be Abed/OC. The second one would be Britta/Troy and the third would be Jeff/Annie. However, I think if I went back and did it now, I’d probably change it to Britta/OFC and Abed/OC/Troy, so I’ll outline it that way from here. 

In Screaming Color would just be Abed/OC, Troy would come into play later, I think it takes place after he leaves but while they’re still in school. The OC–I’ll call her Drew for now, that’s when she was my self-insert but I think I’d wanna make her a full OC if I wrote this–is a Dance major. She’s had a crush on Abed for awhile, ever since the Who’s the Boss debacle where he made the instructor cry or whatever, I need to rewatch the show. (I vaguely remember that I had to move the timeline and have this episode be earlier for things to make sense.) She was in that class and fell in love with how passionate Abed is about things like sitcoms–she’s also deeply passionate about things like that (she writes fanfic, etc) and felt a connection to that. 

However, Abed remains basically unaware of her existence until he has to do a music video for a class. She auditions for the main role (a ballerina in a music box who falls down and has to find her way around the music box–that’s my working theory on what it is, although I may change it if I think of something more thematically relevant) and gets the part. 

From there it’s this psychological thing where there’s a lot of miscommunication (mostly on Drew’s part) and false assumptions (mostly on Abed’s part) where she’s trying to make it clear that she’s genuinely interested in him, but he rebuffs her because he finds the trope of a director getting involved with actresses on set to be tired. (Feminist king.) And also because, you’ll remember in an early episode that Abed says “a lot of girls like me because I’m adorable and my aloofness reminds them of their fathers.” Even as he starts to like her, he thinks that she’s only interested in him because of the director persona he puts on. 

Eventually they have an actual conversation where she admits when she started liking him and why–she doesn’t like him because he’s aloof, she likes him because he’s deeply passionate about stories and storytelling and she can see that in everything he does, even if nobody else sees it that way. And they end up dating and are cute <3 In fics #2 and #3 they can often be found in the background doing fun things and acting out their favorite tropes. (Drew introduces him to the idea of acting out tropes instead of specific scenes or movies that exist, and he becomes obsessed.) 

Fic #2, currently untitled, would take place after the finale and would be a Britta/OC that ends in a decision to not get married but instead have a non-legally binding promise ceremony, because Britta doesn’t want to get married but she does want to be with the OC forever. I still like Troy/Britta, but idk if I see them working long-term, and I also think it would be a fun exercise to look at Britta and see what she would need in someone as a long-term love interest. 

Fic #3, also currently untitled, would see Annie coming back from Quantico for Britta’s wedding, years after leaving in the finale. She would have gone through a lot of personal growth in the years in between, and the fic would have her and Jeff get together in some way. Idk, I haven’t thought that hard about it, I just like them. 

(I also sometimes toyed with the idea of a fic that takes place in before fic# 3 that sees Annie having that personal growth in Quantico–it would be a Criminal Minds crossover and she’d be in the BAU.) 

And the final fic, Fic #4 would go back to right after Fic #1 when they’re all still in school. It would be an anthology fic where each chapter is about Drew’s relationship with the other members of the study group–how they met and what their dynamic is and when and why that member accepted her into their circle. For example, I wanted to move that one episode where Jeff gets bullied by some teenagers to be later in the timeline, and have Drew get involved, and that’s how she and Jeff connect. 

The last chapter–maybe the last few chapters, or maybe I’d make it a separate fic, idk if I could do the character work necessary in one chapter. But it would overlap with fic #3. Like Annie, Troy comes back for Britta’s wedding. (I think he and Britta are still close and there’s a lot of affection there even though they know they weren’t supposed to be forever, and I think Troy is really happy Britta found her person.)

Anyways, this would be when Troy/Drew/Abed gets together as a polyamorous triad. I think both Troy and Abed had those feelings before but never addressed them because they didn’t want to ruin their friendship and because it felt kind of off somehow. But Troy was gone for awhile and Abed didn’t fall apart–in fact, he’s proven to himself that he is capable of being in a long-term relationship that’s healthy. Their relationship has already undergone the worst scenario possible, so I think they’re more confident that if they broke up, they’d still be friends. And that feeling of off-ness is gone with Drew in the mix. 

(Abed and Drew admit to each other that even though they love each other atp, there always felt like there was a missing space in their relationship–it’s just generally this idea that the three of them are supposed to be in this kind of relationship with each other and that’s what’s always been right for them, they just had to wait for the pieces to fall into place.) 

Drew also panics when she realizes so many tropes are based on monogamous relationships until Abed reminds her that she is a writer and she can make up new stories for them, which she does. 

WHEN WE ALL FALL ASLEEP, WHERE DO WE GO?

This was gonna be a reylo role-reversal AU. With Cara in the mix, things that unfolded in canon shifted, and, long story short, Snoke was unsuccessful in turning Ben Solo to the dark side, so he set his sights on Rey instead and since she had no support network, he succeeded. Now Rey is the leader of the Knights of Ren who finds herself inexplicably drawn to smuggler Ben Solo. Would also include Finnrose (maybe a role reversal on them, too? Stormtrooper Rose and maintenance worker Finn?) and Damara (not role reversal I don’t think bc I can’t see Cara as anything other than an engineer, but their relationship may be different in some way.) 

I honestly didn’t have a lot planned for this lol, it was just something I was toying with. I obviously wasn’t the first to come up with the idea but I thought it would be fun to explore and put my mark on it. 

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Imagine Toji and Grimmjow tag teaming poor y/n. But she’s secretly loving it 🔥🔥 would you please indulge me and write this please 🥺🥺

Gym.

Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader x Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Synopsis: The two personal trainers who have been eyeing you, finally make a move on you.

Warnings: explicit nsfw, double penetration same hole, cream pie, oral sex male receiving, heavy degradation, teasing, grinding, manhandling, rough sex, merciless tag team, overstimulation, technically a bit of harassment, public sex, vouyerism.

A/N: Hope you enjoy this anon! and thank you for being my first request and this being the one 🥰… i need to do more Bleach lol

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Working on your body after a break up had to be the best decision you could have made in your life, after the hurt and pain on your heart and self esteem, what you needed to do is remind yourself to love yourself first, to improve and be happy, because no man was going to do that for you forever.

You had started to come to this gym for a couple of months now under recommendation of a friend as a way to cope, it was a gym in the center of the city just a few buildings down from your apartment. You’d go whenever you felt like it, earphones in and just workout in your own little world.

Even so, you were aware of the few glances you would get, it’s a gym open to all members after all, there were a few gazes from other women, some supporting, some side eyeing, from men, some supporting and some wondering when they’ll bring you to bed, even men that wore rings.

You tried to be indifferent to all of it, but a pair of green eyes and a pair of light clear blue eyes were too hard to brush off.

They were always together, when you saw them come in the first time they were chuckling and laughing, if you weren’t wearing the earphones you’d probably know, but the stare you met with them through the mirror were enough to make you forget all the goals in this new phase of life, no men, but sometimes your mind and your pussy weren’t synchronized, even more after one of them would pull one of their smirks.

They would help other people around, adjusting their positions and all, in conclusion, they were most likely personal trainers.

You couldn’t help but feel shame and embarrassment when after a few weeks of seeing them and their teasing from a distance, you wished for them to come help you once. Shameful enough to change your hours of workouts, trying your hardest to avoid them, coming deep at night when no one was around anymore except very few people.

It was a peaceful week since then, less eyes around, less waiting, less clothing on you too. Your t-shirt being discarded for the sports bra, your leggings tight and visible.

You were so focused on your session that you didn’t even notice the man standing behind you, stopping you when you were up from lifting. Huge hands cupping perfectly your waist, chest almost pressed against your back while two fingers got the earpod out of your ear, lips close enough, your body stiffening under his hold with shivers running through you.

“Sorry, pretty, we just wanted to inform you of a lack on your way of lifting. It may cause you trouble or injuries if you don’t remedy that.” The black haired man with a scar on his lips whispered in your ear, while the blue haired guy came in front of you, fixing your hands holding on the bar.

You didn’t feel your heart beat so fast in a while, trapped in between the men you were dreaming of at night, filling your nose with their colognes, cutting your oxygen short, your throat felt too dry to speak, but you had to pull through somehow. “And who are you two?”

“I’m Toji.”

“Grimmjow. Your name?”

“Y/N, are you personal trainers?” A grin pulled on the blue haired man, but nonetheless he nodded.

The one in front started to step back, leaving you room to do your exercise, Toji was talking to you but the entire time you couldn't help but be distracted by the bulge pressing against your ass with no shame at all, amusement more than anything and you knew from the light grin on his lips and even on Grimmjow’s.

You were thinking with your pussy that was clear when you weren’t surprised by them guiding you in the women’s locker room, Toji locking the door behind him while Grimmjow had you wrapped around his waist, fingers digging in the flesh of your ass, making your lips swell with each kiss, savoring you with his tongue till your body felt the warm water hit your skin.

Toji helped you out of your clothes by ripping them, his fingers going straight to your cunt, feeling the wetness, the arousal, smirking to himself, starting to pump them up your core, making you moan in the messy makeout session.

When Grimmjow put you down, your dizziness made your back hit the wall, leaning on it as they got rid of their own.

They were incredibly attractive men, with perfectly sculpted bodies, right size and perfect everything, their hair now sticking to their faces from the water, Toji letting it stay there while Grimmjow brushed it back with his hand, both of their faces wearing huge smirks, eyes dark as yours in lust. Their dicks hard and showing off with their sizes and appearances, your mouth watering and your body falling on its knees with no hesitation.

Your hands wrapping around each for what they could cover, starting stroking them in the best of your abilities while the tip of your tongue ran kitty licks on them, alternating each deep blow down to their pelvic bones, letting them use your mouth as they wanted, tears running down your cheeks invisible with the water pouring as they reached the back of your throat each time.

“She blows like a little whore, a fucking slut.” The blue haired man said through a groan as he pushed your head on him, hearing the gagging from you, making him chuckle in satisfaction.

“If the mouth is this good…” Grimmjow didn’t complete his sentence, letting you breathe just to be completely snatched by Toji, guiding you to one of the benches.

Bending your body forward with your face on your forearms on the wood, with your ass up in the air and just like a whore your hips wiggled for him, your flushed face waiting for either of them to finally making your dreams come true, squeaking pathetically when his hand slapped your skin, leaving behind on your entire ass cheek his red print.

His middle finger went through your folds, pressing hard on your clit making you squirm around, pushing your hips down to take what you could get to feel the knot in your stomach undo itself.

“Be patient, doll, start sucking again.” Grimmjow grabbed you by the hair in front of you, sitting down on the bench, his dick slapping against your cheek, smearing a bit of the precum on it, making you look as indecent as ever.

But you did not disobey, your lips wrapping around his shaft, taking him in, your tongue moving around it with his hand guiding you. Your nails dug into his thigh and abs, only now you noticed the black circle on his front part, tracing it, scratching when the finger in your cunt was substituted with Toji’s cock.

Your eyes rolling back as he started his thrust with no mercy, enough strength in his pounding to make you move back and forth on Grimmjow’s shaft, moaning and just giving both of them more satisfaction.

“You’re a perfect cumdump, taking it so well, tight too.” Toji said through his thrusts.

“She probably waited for this, she has not been fucked in so long and it shows.” Grimmjow was mocking you and instead of being upset you just moaned more, putting more effort around his dick.

“You think she could take two at the time? Heh, Toji?” The malicious grin was met with another.

“She could take three by how wet she is, I told you she is a fucking whore.” The two laughed, stopping their movements, leaving you hanging, legs sore already and mouth open taking in the most oxygen, your wet hair sticking to your face and back, your body having to be held up to not fall down as they changed positions.

Toji was now under you, his cock easily slipping in your pussy once again with his hands cupping your waist, while another pair cupped your ass perfectly, spreading it apart. You didn’t know what he wanted to do, till you felt a drop of saliva, his tip spreading it till you felt yourself being stretched out in the same hole Toji was in.

Your nails dug into his shoulders as you moaned out loud, water falling down on him some tears too.

They didn’t warn you when they both started thrusting, never letting you feel empty, in turns their tips kissed your cervix, Grimmjow marked your back either with bites or kisses, he was leaving back the fact that he was there and he had you.

Toji on the other hand was having fun watching your expressions, your eyes rolling back, that mouth falling open with nothing but screams and cries of their names, with the little kisses you left on the scar on his lips and neck.

Your back arched more, holding onto Grimmjow too from behind as you came around them both, gritting their teeth at the tightness but never actually stopping their movements, making you go insane at the overstimulation till they were the ones filling you up, used you enough to cum in you and fill your womb of their seed.

They slipped off you, Toji sitting in front of you and Grimmjow looking down at your form and the oozing mixed cum coming out of you, content with their work. Toji made you look up at him with his fingers pressing gently on your jaw, a smirk on his face.

“The night is still young, you want to keep going in your apartment? We can show you some adjustments for workouts from now on, you want that right?”

Too fucked out of your mind to think of inviting two strangers in your home, you were to desperate to feel them in you again, make you feel those pleasing and heavenly sensations. Breaking off your objectives for this new chapter of life, substituted by the need to have them both, be happy, used but satisfied and pleased.

“I want to.”

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Shinigami Eyes (I)

Pairing: Corpse Husband / Reader

Summary: When you’re paired up with Corpse as imposters in a game of Among Us, you seem to somehow apprehend each others strategies even though it’s the first time you’ve ever played together. He appreciates a good impostor.

Notes: I know I still have many fics I need to finish, but I just wanted to throw out a quick Corpse one because sad to say I’ve been simping for him too. By the way, this is my interpretation of him and this is just for fun. Also, I haven’t written for second person in a while, so I’m sorry if this sucks.

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“Hey, I wanted to invite Corpse,” Sean said right as the Among Us theme started playing on your computer.

“Great vooooice,” Grease called out.

“Oh, I haven’t played with him before,” you said. It was true, but you’d heard of his legendary voice before and your viewers had been asking for him. You’d only allow it because No Simp September was over. Chat was already going mad.

“You’ll love him. Unless he murders you, because he’s a great imposter,” Sean replies. “He’s too good,” Felix adds.

After a moment, you heard the familiar noise of someone joining the Discord. “Hello everyone,” a deep rumble greeted. The group all said their welcomes, while you introduced yourself. “Very nice to meet you, Corpse,” you added. You didn’t want to comment on the obvious. He must hear it all the time. But you couldn’t deny it was like silk to your ears.

“Nice to meet you to. You make great vids.” A blush spread across your cheeks, “You shouldn’t say things like that, chat is already jealous.” He chuckled.

5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

Impostor

Great, you’re instantly sweating. Thankfully, though, it seems you were lucky enough to have been teamed up with the king of lying himself. Corpse’s name is as bloodred as yours.

You decide to follow him after Toast and Sean, and think about how it was Sean who ironically invited the person who was going to murder him in just a few moments. All four of you were being decontaminated below lab, when Corpse made stepped a tad closer to him. You almost synchronically chopped their heads off, and you squealed in excitement. 2 down, 4 to go. As long as no one would find their bodies for a while, you still had time.

Next thing, you’re out of the South entrance and you’ve split up. You join Sykkuno in electric and just wait on him to do his task. Felix joins you afterwards in the next room. That’s when Toast’s body, and ultimately Sean’s, is reported.

Corpse had run back and self-reported.

“Corpse and I just ran into decontamination and found Sean and Toast,” Rae announced.

You were still muted. “Oh god, he’s playing a dangerous game.”

Sykkuno decided it would be the perfect time to call you out. “You and Felix only joined me a while later and decided to stay. Kinda sus of you.”

“No, she was with me at the beginning. I watched her do a task in office,” your fellow impostor vouched. They’d been right, he’s a damn good liar. He manages to hide any sliver of emotion in that deep baritone.

“I don’t trust Corpse anymore, he does stuff like this all the time when he’s impostor,” Lily noted.

“Stuff like what?” He huffed in amusement.

The group agreed the accusation made was a bit vague, and it had affectively directed the attention away from you and onto Felix. After another round of some serious investigating and threatening you all decided to skip.

“Corpse makes me feel less nervous about being an impostor,” you tell chat, “He seems so chill about it.” You ran down to Weapons, but decided against killing anyone when you found three people doing tasks there. You shoved yourself into the clump of bodies and waited until everyone had finished. Running back up to centre with both Lily and Rae, you felt restless that you would eventually have to kill one of them. You just hoped they wouldn’t take it personally.

Corpse ran past, alone. Your characters didn’t have eyes, but somehow they showed a mutual understanding. He killed Lily, you killed Rae. You sputtered and chortled and followed right on after him down into the venthole. He met you in the bathroom stall. “Cosy,” you joked. Until Grease walked in. “Oh, that’s awkward.” You realized you were still standing suspiciously over the venthole. “Shit.”

You didn’t know where Grease had gone, but your first instinct was to hit the red emergency meeting button in the Office. “Grease was in the bathroom stall hovering over a vent.” You may not have your fellow impostors emotionless tone, but you knew laughing through your accusation usually worked.

“Are you kidding me?! I just saw you and Corpse standing in there doing I don’t know what!” Grease yelled.

“That’s a bold statement. You know I’d never cheat on Sykkuno,” Corpse said. “Wait, what?” the man in question replied. Corpse ignored him.

“Corpse was with me when I found you there. On another note I don’t think I’ve ever seen two people vent at the same time before.” Two truths, technically.

“Alright, I’m voting Grease,” Felix said, “I’m sensing liar voice.”

Sykkuno suspected Grease and you, but promised he’d vote you out after if he was wrong. “We have to vote now,” you reminded them.

Grease was ejected.

You met Corpse again in laboratory, where only Felix was doing a task. No one moved. “Oh no, you may have the honours,” you gracefully called out to an unsuspecting impostor. He seemed to get the message through however, and swiftly killed Felix when the Kill button was set to press again.

Defeat.

 “Oh my god, that was so stressful,” you cried out. Corpse chuckled, “Don’t worry, you did great.”

“Hey, don’t you dare steal him,” Sean threatened, “He’s my impostor mate!” You laughed.

“You murdered me and Lily almost synchronically,” Rae sputtered, to which Sean added, “Oh my god, same here. It was some nasty psychic shit.” “Corpse and I just have the Shinigami eyes,” you explained. You saw Corpse’s name flash in the top left corner, but only heard him exhale in amusement. It was cute.

5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

Impostor

“Oh… my… god.” Has this ever happened before in this game? Either way, no one will suspect both of you to be it again. You imagine he was feeling similarly, as he hadn’t moved from the spawn point yet. “How in the fuck…?” Chat was confused, but seemed to enjoy the spectacle.

You and corpse split up this time. Don’t use the same tactics twice.

You followed Felix and Sykkuno into Office and faked a task. They decided to wait for you, and you kept your eyes on the green bar until it moved. You travelled trough Admin and Decontamination until you met up with Lily in Labs. “Shit,” you murmured, “There’s too many people. I’m gonna look suspicious.”

Corpse showed up. Lily and Sykkuno left. You killed Felix. Toast walked in, and unfortunately at the hands of your teammate, he did become toast.

You ran in a circle around him and hoped it was enough of a hint for him to follow you. He picked up on it and followed you into the bathroom stall. But neither of you vented. You let a smile slip, almost forgetting you had a face cam. Awkwardly clearing your throat, you explained to your viewers in a very non-convincing way this was just a good impostor strategy. They’d do well to learn from it.

The bodies were reported instantly, and you cursed under your breath. Lily was the one who reported it. “So, I found Felix in Labs and there were only two other people in there before me and Sykkuno left.”

“I went down through Decontamination,” you explained, “I lost Corpse back at Labs.”

“I went back North, I passed you on the way there, Lily.”

Lily was sus of you. “What? Why?!” You asked. “Because I didn’t see anyone in Decontamination and there’s no way you could’ve gone through there that quickly. I wasn’t gone that long,” she said.

Well, shit. “Weren’t the lights off? You couldn’t possibly see me in Decontamination. I’m wondering why you walked back into Labs anyway, Lily.”

A series of ‘ooh’s were heard through the Discord call.

“But I was running up that hallway, I didn’t see you come out,” Grease suddenly spoke up.

“Why were you in there, Grease?” Corpse asked, but you knew it was already too late.

“I was running up to do my task in Labs. I didn’t see her come through the doors before the body was reported.”

“I wasn’t out of Decontamination yet,” you ground out. It was of no use, however. More than half of the people left voted you out, including Lily, Grease, Sean and Corpse, since he had an image to maintain as fake crewmember.

HeartEyes was ejected.

You decided, both out of your own interest and for content’s sake, to follow Corpse as a ghost. He seemed to be having the same trouble as you, suddenly being surrounded by a group of people. “That’s rough. He’s gonna have to kill five more people.”

That was when he bravely decided to take action. Sabotage the reactor, follow everyone there, jump into the lump of people trying to fix the problem and kill so no one would know who did it. He self-reported it in the blink of an eye.

The group was indeed confused, to say the least. Grease had died. “Wait, who was the last to come in?” Sean asked. “It was me,” Corpse admitted, “But I did the handprint scan because no one else was doing it. Weren’t you standing there doing that with Lily?” “Yeah, I had to wait because it wasn’t working.”

“What?!” Lily exclaimed, in only a way she could, “I was doing the scan! It was Sean, then!” The two suspects were starting a heavy discussion, whilst your eyes were trained on the red of Corpse’s name.

The group decided to vote out Lily, as she was the one to report the last murder.

“Is he just… Killing the people who voted for me?” you muttered. Shaking your head, you continued, “Nah, it has to be coincidence.”

But then a body was found, and Corpse said he suspected Sean again. Was he actually working down the list? “Is he avenging me? That’s so sweet, no one has ever done that for me before…” Just a video game, you had to remind yourself. It was just a video game you were playing with friends. And a man with a very nice voice who’d just murdered everyone who did you wrong. Just a game, yes.

Turns out, Corpse really knew how to put his voice to use, as Sean was ejected. He managed to kill Sykkuno and Dave after that, and the game was won by the imposters.

“AGAIN?!” Felix yelled, “How did you two get teamed up again?!” “That’s bullshit,” Sean laughed.

You smiled, as Corpse said, “Us Shinigami’s have to stick together.” It made you blush. “Thanks for avenging me, Corpse. That was very sweet of you.” He chuckled, “Any time. I don’t mind killing people when I have a good teammate.”

“Hey! I’m still here too, you know!” Sean yelled upset.

“It was really fun playing with you guys,” you said, stretching your arms. You’d already been streaming for three hours, it was time to go. Everyone said goodbye, but you didn’t hear Corpse. And you wished it hadn’t twisted your stomach in the way it did.

You wished your viewers a nice day, and promised to update them on Twitter when you’d be streaming next. You were done for the day.

Yet, as you’d closed all tabs and were about to close Discord, you got a call. It was private, and it was from Corpse.

“Hey, miss me already?” you jokingly said.

He chuckled quietly. He suddenly seemed a lot shyer now, being extracted from the group. “Nice game.”

“Yeah, you really know how to keep your emotions hidden. I was impressed, to say the least.”

“You were really good, too. I can appreciate a good imposter.”

You bit your lip. “Hm, I hope to see some more of that appreciation in the future. It was rather nice having someone avenge me.”

“I’d do it again any time. Hiding in the toilet was a good strategy, by the way.”

You snorted at that, “Not good enough, it seems. They voted me out.”

“Big mistake. Nobody kills my teammate.”

“Aww, did the Shinigami catch feelings for the human?”

He rumbled, “I thought you weren’t human?”

You didn’t comment on the fact that he’d failed to answer the original suggestion you’d made. “Touché.”

It was quiet for a moment, and you wondered if you’d crossed a line there and made the wrong assumptions about where the conversation was going. You quickly added, “Are you playing again this week?”

“Yeah, Sean said they’d stream again this Thursday.”

“I suppose I’ll see you there, then.”

He hummed. You sensed there was more to it, though. He hadn’t made any indication he wanted to end the call yet. But then he finally said, “I hope we get teamed up again. So you can get your own revenge.”

“I hope so too.”

***

Might do a follow up to this oneshot, if anyone asks for it. Will definitely create more for Corpse, he’s a lot of fun to write.

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{Suga is a Simp} Suga x Reader

summary: due to your sickness, Suga doesnt stay after practice, which raises some suspicions

pronouns: she/her

word count: 3.3k+ 

warnings: sickness, medication, mild swearing 

a/n: hugeeeeeeeeeeeeeee thank you to @graymoon2​ who literally has been the biggest help ever! I couldn't ask for a better friend, beta reader, editor, and writer to help me on this! pleaseeeeee go show them love, they deserve it all

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“Looking back from where we started, we’ve really come together. Before, we were just a bunch of high schoolers with a passion to play on a club team—now we’re a team. A real team. We’ve come together; we have a bond like no other. At the spring tournament, we’re going to show everyone that bond! Together, we will fight, and we will win!” Daichi cheered loudly, encouraging his team to stand up and come together for a chant.

“Fight!”

The spring tournament was still a little far in the future, but it was sure to take them over before they knew it. Since the training camp, each player had a new individual skill they wanted to work on. Once the team broke apart, they all grabbed a one or two balls to fine tune their skills. What before was just a few players staying after practice, was now all of them. They separated out the gym and took advantage of the walls and their managers that were eager to toss balls to them; some even took turns going outside to practice.

They were starting to put their skills together, making one well-oiled machine. However, Suga didn’t grab a ball like he normally would. Instead, he went towards his bag and began to pack up—and it didn’t go unnoticed.

“Suga is leaving?” Hinata tugged on Kageyama's sleeve and pointed in Suga’s direction.

Kageyama pushed the hand off his shoulder and shrugged. “Looks like it. Don't worry about it now. Go work on your spiking while I work on positions. I’m gonna get this toss perfect before I let you try to hit it.”

Hinata nodded understandingly. If it was one thing he knew about Kageyama, it was that he wouldn't do anything that would bring their acceleration to a halt. Hinata kept a close eye on Suga. Suga was constantly checking his phone, typing a few messages here and there as he packed up.

However, Hinata wasn't the only one hindered and dazed by his actions. Tanaka sprinted towards Suga, stopping just before knocking him over. “Where do you think you’re going? We’re so close to nailing the synchronized attack!”

“I think it's pretty obvious that I’m going home,” Suga explained, tucking his volleyball shoes in his backpack and started to put on his outside shoes at the gym doors.

“You can't leave! We need our setter! What could be more important than-”

Daichi cut Tanaka off, “Practice is over. He doesn't need to stay. If he wishes to go home then he can go home. In the meantime we can work on some receives.”

“Alright!” Tanaka dropped the question and went over to Asahi, who was hitting against the wall.

Daichi waited for everyone to be out of ear range and placed a hand on the back of Suga’s shoulder. “If you need to take a personal day tomorrow, you’re more than welcome to. The spring tournament is getting everyone's edge.” Suga quietly smiled and looked down for a second, debating if it was worth bringing up. It was Daichi after all, the only person he could talk to about it. “y/n told me earlier that she was feeling sick today. She took some medicine and went to school but…”

“But you’re worried. Nothing is wrong with that,” Daichi assured. “I get worried all the time when you guys are feeling sick. Go take care of her, Suga. Will you be at practice tomorrow?”

“I’ll be back tomorrow. Like I said, she went to school but I could tell she wasn’t feeling well. She tends to not take getting sick seriously, so I wanna make sure she doesn't get any worse.”

A faint knock echoed in your room. You had turned off the overhead light, but left the lamp on, softly illuminating the room like a comforting cave. The dim lights made you feel relaxed and took strain away from your eyes.

“Who is it?” You called in a near whisper.

The door slowly opened up. Suga kept his hand on the door knob and waved at you. His smile, that welcoming smile that made you feel like you were at home wherever you were, greeted you.

“It’s just me,” He replied. “Is it okay if I come in?”

“Suga…” You whined. “Did you really skip practice to come over? I told you I was okay. A little cold hasn’t killed me.”

“Practice ended a while ago, I only stayed for the coaches and Daichi’s feedback.”

You rubbed your palm against your forehead, running it down your cheek and neck. You knew you should have never told Suga that you had to take medicine this morning for your sore throat and headache. When you woke up this morning, you noticed how you were snuggled tightly to your sheets, but your body was cold to the touch. You had no clue where it came from, but the pounding in your head told you that you were sick. But you weren’t the nonfunctioning, stay in bed and rot all day sick; you just had a little cold. Everyone gets them from time to time. You haven't had one in a while; it was inevitable that you would get one soon.

“No one else left, didn't they?” You asked. There was an underlying disappointment to your tone. You tried to cover it up, but it was hard to suppress that guilt you felt. This was Karasuno’s year, they were going to win it all, and yet you took one of their third years away from them. You told Suga time and time again that you were fine and that the medicine was doing wonders, but he couldn't stay away.

“They have other skills to work on, they don't need me for those.” He tried to wash your worries and guilt away, but it just wasn't enough. “I thought you said coach was going to work you into being a substitute server. You should be in that gym right now, with your teammates, working on your serves and attacks. Being here with me isn't helping you, especially when I’ve been fully functioning.” Suga sighed and shut the door behind him. He walked over and sat on the edge of your bed next to you and put his phone on the nightstand. “I worked myself hard in practice today. If I overwork my body, then I won't play at all. Having rest is good, especially if it's rest with you,” he added.

You turned to your side, glancing up at him. His eyes remained soft and stared back into yours like he was holding them safe. As much as you didn't want to admit it, but his presence alone did more magic than that medicine ever did. You didn't notice at first, but the second you heard his voice you relaxed deeper into your sheets. Your once pounding head turned into a barely noticeable tapping feeling. “So why are you here?” you questioned.

“To make sure you’re taking good care of yourself. I could go on one of my lectures about how important keeping up with medicine, cleaning up, laying down, and not thinking too hard is what you need, but I know you too well. Just because I say you should do it doesn't mean that you will. I wanted to come here and well—” he interrupted himself with a blush starting to form on his cheeks. You smiled contentedly to yourself. “—I just wanted to take care of you, put you to sleep better than when you woke up.”

Although he couldn't see it, you were internally gushing. His heart, his passion, his empathy, it was all yours; only yours. He could've gone anywhere else tonight: his home, the gym, the convenience store, but he chose to come to you. But not because you asked him to, but because he wanted to. “Suga…” you awed out, but was interrupted by a brief cough.

“See?” Suga swiped your hair out of your face, resting his palm and fingertips against your forehead. “That’s why I’m here, to make that go away.” He held your head in his hand, rubbing his thumb over your hairline. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, smiling down at you. Suga smoothed your hair down, making sure you were comfortable. His hand remained on your forehead, soft and warm. “Do you want more blankets? You feel a little chill.”

You shook your head, which caused his hand to fall onto the mattress below. “I told you I’m fine. The room is dark and the sun has set, it's not going to be the normal temp you’re used to. I’m good, really.”

Suga glanced over at your nightstand and noticed the bottle that fell on its side next to a scrunched up tissue. “How long ago did you take these?”

“Before I left for school.”

He held the bottle close to his face and peeled back the label and read the dosage suggestions underneath it. Using his phone he checked the time. Upon seeing it he sighed and grabbed the bottle by the lid, undoing the safety lock. He tapped the bottle twice, allowing two pills to fall into his hand. “Do you have water?”

You rolled your eyes, “I don't need any more medicine. I told you I took some earlier.”

Suga found the water bottle next to the bed leg beneath him. He brought it up and took off the cap, placing it next to the other red one. “It says two pills every ten hours, it's been well over that. Drink up,” he demanded, not leaving any room for questions.

You pushed his hand away, “If I feel fine then there’s no need for me to take any more medication. I went to school just fine today and made it back here safe. I don't need more medication.” “You probably made it through the day because you took the pills in the morning,” Suga explained. “They kicked in by the time you got to school. y/n, you look weak right now. You didn't use as much force as you normally would to push me away. Just please take the damn medicine, it's not going to kill you if you don't really need it.”

“Will you shut up if I take them?”

“Only about the importance of taking medicine. I didn't come here just to get you to take medicine. I want to rest and spend some time with you.”

You sighed and used your arms to push you up into a seated position. Reaching behind you, you grabbed onto the soft pillow and leaned it against the bed frame. You scooted back into the pillow and put your hand atop of Suga’s, grabbing the two round pills. The pills fell into the back of your tongue, edging you to swallow them. You gestured at Suga to hand the water over. He watched intently as you dipped your head back and brought the head of the water bottle to your lips. Just as you were about to pour some in, you coughed once again, which caused the water to miss your mouth and dribble down your cheek.

You huffed out, annoyed at how weak you felt. A comforting hand held your jawline, sliding across to your chin and cleaning the water off. You looked at Suga, who was biting his bottom lip.

“Don’t you dare laugh.”

“I’m not go—” The second he released his lip from his teeth, he started to laugh. He tried to suppress it by talking, but that only led to a full laugh.

As much as you tried to hate it, you just couldn't. Suga had the most adorable laugh, even when you are mad at him. He closed his eyes, knowing that if he saw your reaction he would only laugh more and get you riled up. He brought his closed fist to his lips and forced it shut, muffling his adorable heaves.

“You’re an asshole.”

“I’m your asshole.” Suga took the water back from you and brought his other hand to your chin. He took a deep breath, calming himself down, before using his finger to tilt your head back. His hand followed the outline of your neck to the back of your head, supporting it as he brought the water to your lips. “Open up~” he teased.

Without moving your head, you looked away. “I can take my own medicine. Stop babying me.”

“I wasn't going to baby you until you failed miserably at drinking water. It’s just water, nothing to be scared of.”

He already had you this far into the palms of his hands, there wasn't much room to run away now. You looked back at him and nodded. He smiled and dipped the water forwards. He knew you so well it shocked you. He poured a little in at first, making sure that the water didn't take you by surprise, then allowed the effortless flow into your mouth and drew back. You swallowed the pills with ease—much easier than you would have on your own.

“There you go…” Suga cooed at you. He twisted the cap back on and placed it back in the night stand. “Scoot over.”

“No, no, no. You’re going to get sick. You said you were putting me to bed. I have taken the medicine and I will now go to bed. Make sure you shut the lamp off before you leave.” You scooted back down the bed, laying down and turning away from him.

Two hands gripped your side and pushed you over, causing you to roll onto your stomach. Your hand hit the mattress and you pushed yourself up. “What was that for!?”

Suga pulled the blanket back before turning off the light. He grabbed the pillow you used earlier for your back and laid it next to the one that you were using. “I told you to scoot over.”

“What the hell? Get out of my bed before you catch my cold! You can't be sick and miss practice!”

He grabbed your wrist gently and pulled you on top of him, your leg brushing against his below you. Instinctively, you buried your face into his neck and gripped onto his shoulders, tracing his collarbone with your fingers. You didn't mean to get this close with him, but it was what your body wanted.

“I will once you’re asleep, I promise,” Suga whispered to you. He brought one hand to your back, soothing it from built up tension as the other played with your hair.

There was no complaining; just like him you also wanted this. You loved the feeling of his fingers brushing against your head and down your spine at the same time. Nothing in the world could ever compare to the safety and compassion you felt in this moment. “Thank you,” you whispered to him. It was soft; you weren't sure if he heard it, but he squeezed you tighter to him.

“Go to sleep, I promise I’ll be right here.” One last time, he pulled the hair out of your face and pressed a gentle kiss to your temple.

Just like that, you were out. The last thing you remembered was smiling to yourself with how happy and content he made you feel. Suga stroked your hair while you slept. He knew he told you that he would leave right away, but he just wanted to stay, just for a little longer. He found peace while you slept on him, trusting him with everything you had. Just as he was about to get up and leave, his phone lit up. A ding sounded. He looked back down at you, making sure you didn't stir. Once he was sure your sleep wasn't interrupted, he turned his attention to his phone.

Suga debated if looking at the notification was worth it. On one hand, it might be Daichi, which means that it would be important. But on the other hand, y/n looked so comfortable. Could he really risk moving and waking them up? He decided it was better to check to see if it was Tadashi. There was a chance that something happened during practice, like a new skill or rotation. He reached his arm out, his fingertips shuffling the phone into his hands. It was a snapchat, from…Tadashi?

That's weird. Suga thought to himself. It wasn't like Tadashi to privately message him.

He tapped the red box:

Suga felt his pupils dilate when the timer hit zero. There was no way in hell that anyone knew besides Daichi…right? He always made sure that he was careful about when he texted back, and he made sure that he didn't stare at y/n more than the normal person would.

Going with his gut, Suga decided that it might have just been a lucky guess. y/n doesn't even go to his games, there's no way he connected the dots that easily. He held his phone up to the blank wall in front of him:

Suga was still on edge. Sure, Tadashi was observant, but there’s no way he picked up on his relationship. He thought he’d covered his tracks pretty well…right?

Tadashi’s response proved him wrong:

“Oh shit,” Suga mouthed to himself. That first year really was more observant than he first thought. He thought for sure that no one took that way to the gym—it was on the other end of the school. Well, he has been showing up to practice later than normal. Normally, he was one of the first ones there unless a teacher stopped him. Maybe seeing you more often drew him out of the reality that he was not being as nonchalant as he thought.

If Tadashi noticed his changes, did anyone else? Suga thought. Maybe Asahi? We’ve played together for a long time. He would be the only other person. And Daichi wouldn't tell anyone else.

Before Suga could form a reply, another snap appeared:

Suga sighed in relief. Out of everyone on the team—besides Daichi—Tadashi was the only one he could trust. He felt that everyone would make a big deal out of it; he was the only one with a girlfriend after all. He sees the way that everyone reacts when the captain of the girl’s team talks to Diachi, he didn't want y/n to get overwhelmed by them.

Thinking about it, Suga almost laughed. Hinata would lose his shit, jumping up and down and doing laps out of excitement. He would be supportive, but he would also try to talk too much. Tanaka would be basically drooling; y/n might even steal his attention away from the managers—not that they would care anyways. Tadashi is able to stay quiet, and he’s clearly known for a long time and hasn’t said anything to the others yet. Suga felt his heart warm a little at the new found trust he has with him.

The corner of his mouth raised when he looked down at y/n. He might have some crazy teammates, but they were good teammates nonetheless. y/n has been dying to go to a game; maybe the spring tournament was a good time to bring her along? Of course he would have to convince his coaches to let her on the bus—they did have one spare seat. And maybe a lecture to his teammates about boundaries would need to be in place too. The thought of bringing y/n excited Suga. Overwhelmed with happiness, he held her back a little tighter. Not enough to wake her up, but just enough to remind her in her sleep that he was still there with her.

Tadashi already knew, so there was no need to hide it:

Suga sighed and smiled at how relaxed you felt in his arms. He could tell that he was helping you feel better. “I really am a simp, huh?” he whispered.

[shirubae]

A Fresh Start: The Sonic Colors Analysis

Silver and Blaze appear as sidequest gurus in Sweet Mountain, only in the DS version of Sonic Colors. This is the first time we’ve seen them together since Sonic 06!

Sonic runs into Blaze first, who was brought to the interstellar amusement park by the Sol Emeralds for some reason. She's light-hearted and sassy, and maintains her friendly rivalry with Sonic.

When Sonic meets Silver, he confirms that his future is peaceful (for now). He is quite relaxed with no mission to worry about, though still on guard. He's proud of his home, making fun of Eggman's "futuristic" architecture. He's also really friendly with Sonic, a drastic but welcome change.

The Un-Traumatized Silvaze

Finally, we see Silver and Blaze together! Obviously, due to 06 they don't remember each other. It seems they already met off-screen, judging by how quick they are to cooperate. They scare off Orbot and Cubot with their powers, both commenting how pathetically easy it was.

Overall, they're both way cockier than in 06. When Blaze boasts about her strength, Silver boasts back, and she gets competitive with him! This is in line with their portrayals in Rush and Rivals, but it feels so different from their old dynamic.

This difference could be attributed to new writers, but canonically, these two are both more comfortable than in 06. Silver grew up in a future that wasn't as much of a hellhole, and Blaze wasn't sucked through dimensions(?) to help him either. They've had time to develop in stable environments, independently, without the stress of an apocalypse hanging over them.

Indeed, both have had recent adventures about learning to open up to people: Blaze with Cream and Marine, and Silver with Espio. It would naturally take time to return to the tender closeness they once shared, but for now the stage is set to rekindle that relationship that neither of them remember.

Winking at the Past

It should be noted that this next scene is only found by getting an S rank in Mission 2-3 twice, so it's meant as a bonus for persistent players. I had way too much trouble with it.

Sonic and Tails comment on how synchronized Silver and Blaze work. Blaze plays it cool (notice her portrait is smiling, hiding it with a hand), but Silver claims that he feels as if they’ve teamed up before. Tails encourages this idea.

This is an infamous example of Sonic games winking at the events of 06 despite their erasure from the timeline. If taken seriously, it brings up some interesting questions. Do Silver and Blaze remember some of 06 after all? How much? Does one remember more than the other, and is downplaying it?

Speculation: The Sol Emeralds only teleport Blaze when she is fated or required to do something, like saving the Emeralds in Rush for example. I believe that Blaze was transported to the park to meet Silver - what else would require her presence? She doesn’t help Sonic stop Eggman, so what did she need to accomplish? These two may be star-crossed, but fate is working to reunite them.

Conclusion

This is Silver and Blaze's new meeting. It doesn't have anywhere near the drama of being fire-forged battle companions, but it's cute. Silver and Blaze are almost different people now, allowed to chill out and be themselves in a timeline that doesn't require as much. These kids deserve the break.

Also, yes Colors on DS is part of canon. Iizuka said so!

It's not exactly a meet-cute, but it’s just good to see these two together again.

[purpleyellow]

Let’s go! Seventeen

Seventeen 14th member

Hayun’s masterlist

“Hayun during Gose 2021 ep 5-6″

Requested by: anon

a/n: Feel free to share your thoughts with me. Requests are open! 💙

Hayun stands between Jun and Joshua while Woozi explains the rules for the day, which gives her a good leverage for holding her hand up and getting noticed first when he asks for a volunteer.

“Hayunnie will do it” Jihoon says, ignoring Hoshi's whining and the girl steps beside him very content with herself.

“I'm doing what exactly?” She bounces on her feet and throws fake punches at the air.

“Since we're an even number, you're sitting out the team picking part with me” Woozi tells her with an excited tone making Hayun stop her movements and stare at him disappointed. “After the teams are formed I'll pick one, and you'll go to the other, so don't worry”

“That's not very fair for me, is it?” She deadpans slumping her shoulders and Woozi shrugs.

“It's what you get for volunteering without knowing what it's going to happen”

The group moves to the side to get ready for the starting game. Woozi and Hayun stick together and watch all the mayhem go in front of them, or better, laughing at the blatant cheating going on and telling the members who feel betrayed “It happened, there's nothing we can do. Get over it”.

After having Joshua and The8 as team leaders, they move back to the center of the gymnasium, and they jump into picking teams. A few teasing sessions and jokes later, they're finally divided into two groups with only Woozi and Hayun left.

“Before picking, I want to take a look at the lineups” Jihoon says allowing Hayun to step back and lean against the bouncy castle's wall. She watches as Hoshi starts doing his weird “Jihoon-ah” chant and the rest of Minghao's group start following him, making Woozi laugh.

Joshua's team start trying to argue for themselves but get cut off by the others doing the chant again and this time Hayun holds up her hand while walking to where Woozi is cracking up.

“Just pick them, I don't want to go with whatever that was” She tells him also giggling and Hoshi shouts from his place.

“We don't want you either. Jihoon-ah!” Leading the cheer again, he makes her laugh and cross her hands in front of her body with an X. To no one's surprise, Woozi does end up picking Minghao's team and Hayun happily walks to Joshua's.

“At least be happy I'm here” She tells them with a fake happy tone and Seungkwan runs to give her a hug.

“I would have picked you first if it was allowed” Joshua tells her placing a hand on her shoulder and proceeds to get slapped by Seungcheol who was actually picked first.

The members running first stay near the bouncy structure while the rest of them head to the benches to cheer them on. Hayun stays most of the time up there with her team, sometimes only laughing at the funny slip ups, while other time she gives them encouragement or tells some member- Seungkwan and Dino- to be careful.

“Where's my volunteer?” When all of them but Woozi and her have competed, Jihoon calls her down to run against him.

“Our MC has done a wonderful job” Hayun shouts while skipping down the stairs and heading to the start line.

Seungkwan asks them a couple of questions and at the end of the “interview” Woozi's team cheers for him. Looking at their side, Hayun tries to make eye contact with the members but besides Joshua no one seems to be paying attention to her.

“Hayun!” Joshua cheers by himself stealing some laughs from the others, but that's enough for Hayun to make a heart with her arms and jump in her place “Thank you!”

Facing the front again, her and Woozi wait for the countdown and immediately jump on the bouncy thingy to start the race. They start neck to neck trying to jump over the obstacles until Hayun starts gaining some speed and distances herself from him. She can still hear him exclaim surprised every time he slips, and it puts a smile on her face.

One time they fall almost synchronized, though she is a few steps in front of him, and both just stare at each other and laugh.

“Reminder that this isn't a wholesome walk on the park” Seungkwan's voice brings them back to reality and Hayun gets up a bit quicker making her create a gap between them. Once she's halfway climbing on the mountain part, the girl turns around to see Woozi huffing and skipping through the fake tires.

“Cute” She smiles leaning against her arm and Vernon laughs from the stands.

“Noona, please focus” He fake scolds her, sending her back to the race where she reaches the top and slides down the other side.

The momentum of the slide helps Hayun run through the tunnels and go much quicker through the obstacles. She realizes how tired she is after jumping over another thing and decides to reach the end as far as possible. Which she does by throwing herself flat on the last mattress and holding up the flag with only her forearm.

“How are you feeling?” Seungkwan approaches the mic to her face and Hayun holds up a thumbs up, resting her head on the mattress and breathing deeply “I see, I see”.

The sound of Woozi sighing and jumping over the last part of the course makes her turn around onto her back and open her arms. A few seconds later Jihoon flops on top of her also breathing deeply and resting for a second.

“A sweet moment between the contestants” Seungkwan adds a comment to finish up their section of the run. Woozi takes back his role as the MC after that and both groups do a little meeting to decide how they're going to approach the group race.

Hayun doesn't pay much attention to what they're saying, but she does agree when Joshua suggests to hold back some members, so that's what she focuses on once the fourteen of them are back at the start. She grasps onto a light blue sweater that rushes through her, and slowly the group starts breaking apart, leaving a few of them stuck together by pulling each other back.

Finally giving up on trying to hold Jun, she lets him go and starts actually running through the course. Yet, a few seconds after, she sees Mingyu holding onto one of the structures while slowly falling to the floor. As a reflex, she reaches out to hold his arm and get him to come back to the track or at least land softly.

Once he reaches the floor, Hayun and Mingyu stare at each other for a split second before she tries to let go of him and run back to the race. Mingyu, however, reaches from the floor and holds her leg in place, also pulling her out of the bouncy castle.

“I tried helping you” Hayun shouts, trying to kick his hand away.

“It's still a competition. I'm sorry” Mingyu whines giving a last pull and disqualifying her from the race.

Rolling on the ground, Hayun sits with her legs straight in front of her and lands a slap on his arm. “Let's go to the finish line”

Helping each other get up, they skip together to see how the race turned out for the group.

[helnjk]

Bad Idea - F.W.

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates 🤍 Wishing everyone a wonderful holiday season & new year 🧚🏼‍♀️

this is the first installment of my showtunes fic list, based on the song bad idea from the musical waitress !

Summary: fred weasley has the ability to get under her skin in a way no one else can. he also sends butterflies straight to her stomach like no one else can. 

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: enemies to lovers, slight cursing, steamy scenes but no outright smut

song lyrics are bolded & italicized

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It’s a bad idea me and you

Y/N rolled her eyes as the Weasley twins made something or other explode at the Gryffindor table at breakfast. The awed cheers and whispers of her schoolmates at the colorful display of miniature fireworks did nothing to sway her opinion on the irritating duo. In fact, it might have even made her dislike for them grow.

It wasn’t as if she had no basis for hating the pair of them. They had been nothing but rude to her since their first year, and she was sure it was mostly due to her adorning the green and silver crest on her school robes. She had been at the receiving end of their nasty pranks more than she liked to admit, and some of them weren’t even a sliver funny. 

As if he practiced legilimency, the older twin’s eyes moved from his showy display of spellwork to hers and sent a subtle wink in Y/N’s way. 

“Like what you see, Y/L/N?” Fred yelled across the hall, causing the onlookers to turn their heads in her direction. 

Angrily, she felt heat flood her cheeks, “Not at all Weasley. Just wondering how many points I could take away from Gryffindor today.” 

She heard the members of her table snickering quietly at the sound of points lost for their least favorite house, but she paid them no mind. In all honesty, she knew that no amount of points taken away would sway the Weasley twins from their mischief making. 

Later in the day while Y/N made her way from her last class to the library to catch up on some coursework, she heard the familiar snickers of the two boys she wanted to interact with the least. 

“Oi! Watch where you’re going!” She yelled, annoyance bubbling in the pit of her stomach as the redheaded menaces rushed past her and nearly knocked her over. 

“Going to take some more points from Gryffindor, Y/L/N?” Fred taunted over his shoulder as his brother let out a huff of laughter. 

“Well, it’s not like she has any other important things taking up her time, don’t you think Freddie?” George said.

“You are absolutely right, George.” He replied. 

“Honestly, don’t you two have anything better to do than get on my nerves all the time?” She gritted out.

The twins slowed their pace and Fred turned around casually to wink at her, “No can do, love.” 

“Don’t call me love!”  

Their raucous laughter echoed across the hall as she pushed past them in a huff. Stupid redheaded twins. Stupid Fred with his stupid teasing. Stupid George for laughing and egging him on. 

Something about the way she determinedly called out over her shoulder made Fred pause. 

Her eyes caught the fading light that streamed through the windows of the hallway, and shone brightly. Her skin seemed to glow in the amber light, reflecting the sun as it set in the horizon. The way she moved so confidently as she weaved through the sea of students made heads turn, and Fred was beginning to understand why their gaze gravitated towards her. 

He had never noticed how pretty Y/N had gotten over the years. Another pause. Did he find her pretty? 

Yeah, pretty annoying. He tried to reason with himself, but still he couldn’t shake this new feeling. 

For the rest of the week, Fred had decided that if he couldn’t get her out of his mind, he would simply have to make sure he was on hers as well. Whenever the two of them walked past each other in the halls, he always had some sort of cheeky remark up his sleeve. 

Subtly, he would get close enough for their shoulders to brush and would mutter under his breath, just enough for her to hear. 

“Looking good today, Y/L/N, such a shame you’re a snake.”

“What’s a lad got to do to take a pretty prefect like you out on a date?” 

“Cat’s got your tongue, Y/L/N? I know it’s ‘cause you think I look right fit, you don’t have to say anything.”

The more she ignored his comments, the more it seemed to spur him on. She would catch him sending her flirtatious winks during meals, feel his gaze on hers in their shared classes, or hear him whisper something or other to his twin while he glanced in her direction. 

If it wasn’t something he said, he would manage to send practically every kind of prank her way. Tripping jinxes, jelly-legs jinxes, dung bombs in classrooms she was about to enter, puking pastilles or nosebleed nougats slipped into her drinks. 

It was getting to a point that Y/N grew frustrated and angry all day. Her friends tended to avoid her when she got this way because she would just repeat the same things over and over again to anyone who would bother to listen. 

Fred Weasley was a massive arse. Fred Weasley could jump in the lake and be used as food for the Giant Squid for all she cared. Fred Weasley this and Fred Weasley that. 

They had even once asked her why it was specifically him that she complained about and not just the Weasley twins in general. 

“Well, both of them do irritate me to no end,” She explained, “But there’s just something about Fred that irks the hell out of me. Merlin, does he know how to push my buttons!”

Y/N didn’t know what it was about Fred that got her going. It might have been because he was the instigator of most of the twins’ pranks, that he acted first and thought of the consequences later. It might have been that he would purposely send bludgers her way whenever Slytherin played Gryffindor and the many bruises that came from it.

It might have been the little flutters she would get whenever he whispered something cheeky into her ear. But that last one she had a hard time admitting to even herself. 

By the end of the week, Y/N was at her wits end. Every time the bell rang and she gathered up her things, her hand would clutch her wand, ready to put up a small shield charm or send a hex in the direction of a certain redhead. 

It being the weekend, many of her fellow classmates rushed out the door the moment they were dismissed from class. Y/N took her time packing her things back up, as her only plans for the night were to catch up on one of the novels she had had no time to read recently. As she exited the classroom, her eyes scanned the bare hallway for any sign of Fred. Her suspicions rose when she began her walk back to her common room and nothing out of the ordinary happened. 

She soon stood corrected as a flash of red hair danced in her vision and she was suddenly pressed up against a wall. 

With a gasp she said, “Weasley? What in Merlin’s name are you–”

“Can’t be quiet for a second, can you, Y/N?” Fred teased, his lips skimming the shell of her ear and sending shivers down her spine. 

She gulped at the proximity of their bodies, her eyes darting around the empty hallway for any onlookers. 

“Get on with whatever this is then,” She breathed, trying to keep her nonchalant act up, “I have other plans for tonight that I’d rather be doing.” 

A slow chuckle escaped Fred’s lips, causing her heart to beat even more erratically than she thought possible, “So impatient love.” 

“And I told you not to call me ‘love’.” 

His eyes darted quickly to her lips and she could only hope that he couldn’t feel just how fast her heart was beating, “I’m going to kiss you now.” 

He waited for her to give him any sign of discomfort or to say no, but she merely glanced at his lips and back up at his warm brown eyes. Then, as quickly as he had appeared in front of her, his head dipped and he captured her lips in his. 

Y/N felt all the breath in her body leave as Fred pressed the searing kiss on her lips. He was intoxicating, his smell, the feel of his skin as she gripped onto his strong biceps, the way his breath mingled with hers. 

When they broke apart, his eyes trailed the length of her body in a way that made goosebumps rise from her flesh. Y/N thought she must have looked like a fish out of water, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide. 

“Just a taste of what could be.” He winked at her and then turned on his heel, “Think about it, Y/L/N.” 

Far longer than she would like to admit, Y/N stayed rooted on the spot, staring in the direction that Fred Weasley had disappeared in and fingers running along the lips that he had claimed. 

Heart keep racing Let’s make mistakes

The adrenaline pumping through Y/N’s veins gave her a feeling of weightlessness and grounding at the same time. Being Slytherin’s best beater came with the responsibility of carrying most of the game and she played her role well. Still, she always made it a point to play fair and to compensate for the shitty sportsmanship the rest of her team subscribed to. 

When she had spotted a bludger to her right, making its way to where Malfoy was slowly circling, she set off. With a strong swing of her bat, she had it hurtling in the direction of one of the Gryffindor chasers. Neither of the Weasley twins was able to make it in time and the ball scraped the unassuming chaser’s shoulder. 

With the boost of confidence this gave her, she proceeded to play one of the best matches of the season. A triumphant grin etched its way onto her face at the frustration leaking from the Weasley twins, who were trying to keep up with her and her co-beater’s synchronization. 

Though, she had to admit that the way Fred’s arms flexed and his grunts of exertion every time he did manage to hit the bludger were a tad bit distracting too. The cheeky winks he sent her way weren’t helping either. 

“Feeling a bit tired, Weasley?” She teased when he began to hover close to her, “Can’t keep up?” 

“In your dreams, Y/L/N!” He all but growled and the fire in his eyes made her heart stutter for just a second before she set off in pursuit of another bludger. 

The game had ended when Malfoy caught the snitch, a feat especially when Gryffindor had Potter, and Slytherin had won.

She couldn’t help but feel a smug sense of pride as she and the rest of the team walked out of the pitch, hearing the cheers of her house at the stands. She took her time in the changing rooms, trying to still her erratically beating heart. Her teammates slowly trickled out, reminding her of the celebrations that were definitely going to happen in the common room. 

When she heard footsteps approaching the tent just as she had finished stuffing everything in her bag, she had just assumed that one of her teammates had forgotten something. She stood corrected. 

“Quite a game today, wouldn’t you say?” 

The familiar baritone voice made Y/N pause. Without turning to face him, she said in reply, “Definitely, Weasley. It’s always nice to kick your sorry arse out on the pitch.” 

“Now, now Y/N,” He drawled, his voice inching closer to where she stood rooted on the spot. Her hand gripped at the strap of her bag as she tried to think of an escape route, “That’s definitely not the context I imagined you’d be talking about when you first mentioned my arse.” 

She let out a scoff at his insinuation, but couldn’t shake the feeling that he could see right through her bluff. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest as she realized that she was trapped in the quidditch changing rooms with the person who had been plaguing her thoughts. 

The air surrounding the pair was thick with tension and charged with electricity. Countless days of teasing and rivalry, all the discreet glances and brushes of shoulders against each other, bottled up into a single moment, this moment. By the time Y/N had turned to face the cause of the palpitations in her chest, he was mere inches away. 

His hot breath fanned her face and his deep brown eyes scanned over her. She could practically feel the heat of his body against hers, white hot and tempting. He knew exactly what he was doing to her. 

“What do you want, Weasley?” She breathed, finally managing the courage to meet his eyes. 

“You.” He said simply, tongue darting out to dampen his lips. 

For a moment, it was as if they had both stopped breathing. Neither of them said a word or moved an inch, anticipating the other’s next move. 

“Fuck it.”

Before Y/N could let out a word, his lips were on hers and his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. 

All of the frustration and built up resentment between the pair of them came to play in the harshness of his kiss. It was not sweet nor soft, not what one would imagine a kiss between a prince and a princess to be. Rather, it was passionate, playful, and powerful. Two opposing forces clashing against each other, their convergence causing an eruption of flames. 

Fred was not a shy person, and it was evident in the way he kissed her. 

If she was the least bit surprised, he couldn’t tell, because as soon as his arms rested on the small of her back, she pressed her palms against his chest and leaned into him. For once, she let him take the lead and their mouths molded together in a passionate dance. 

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” She gasped as they broke apart for air, chests rising and falling rapidly. 

“You think too much.” He responded, leaning down to capture her lips in his once more. 

The way his lips deftly glazed over her neck and attached themselves to the point right below her ear made small sounds of pleasure escape her lips and her hips rutted against his. 

These sounds only spurred him further as his arms slid down from her waist to the backs of her thighs, urging her to wrap them around him. She complied, and soon her back was against the wall as he continued the assault on her neck. 

When the pair finally broke away, they took a moment to breathe, panting heavily. Y/N was the first to break the silence, laughing slightly at the compromising position they were in, and how they had just spent the last several minutes taking their frustrations out on each other. 

“What’s so funny then,” Fred smiled as he slowly eased his grip on her thighs, lowering her back to the floor.

“Nothing,” She shook her head, surprised at how casual they treated the situation, “Just not what I’d expected to happen when Slytherin won today.” 

“And what did you expect?” He quirked an eyebrow, “Especially when you were out there playing so well and looking that good.” 

Y/N had to bite her lip to keep herself from grinning like an idiot, “Definitely not snogging you in the changing rooms, that’s for sure.” 

“I know for a fact that you quite enjoyed what we did,” He whispered, pulling her close to him once more and closing the gap between them.

“In your dreams, Weasley.” She breathed.

And then his lips were on hers again. And again and again and again.

-

Over the course of the next few weeks, many noticed how the dynamics between the two shifted ever so slightly. There were still jeers and taunts in the halls, teasing comments made in classes or during meals, but there were also fewer eye rolls and less malice behind their words. It was almost as if they had an unspoken agreement. 

The only one who had really caught on to what was really happening between the two of them was George, and it was only because he walked in on them on Fred’s bed in the dorms. 

Y/N had been on top of Fred, straddling his midsection and pressing soft kisses all along his face and jaw, while he had his arms wrapped around her waist and held her tightly. Chest to chest, a soft hum verbrated from him as she continued her ministrations.

There wasn’t any sort of sexual tension at that moment, in fact, there hadn’t been an ounce of it the whole day. Laying like this with Fred made Y/N all sorts of confused, but she still enjoyed whatever the hell was happening between them.

It was cut short, though, as George had walked through the threshold of the dorm and saw their slightly compromised position. 

“Bloody hell!” He exclaimed, and Y/N sprung up immediately, his twin’s arms falling limply at his sides at her sudden movement. 

“Erm-” She mumbled, trying to move away, but Fred had none of it. If at all, his grip on her thighs tightened. 

She could feel his body shaking from the laugh he was trying to hold in, and smacked him on the chest, “Fred! Stop that!” 

“What?” He laughed, “It’s not like he saw anything, did you, Georgie?”

George, who was still trying to process what he had just witnessed, blinked a couple of times before shaking his head in disbelief, “Good Godric, so this is why you two have been acting so odd lately?” 

“Well, it’s not as if we’re bloody dating,” Fred rolled his eyes, but Y/N felt her heart skip a beat, “We’re just having some fun s’all.”

She swallowed the lump that was suddenly in her throat and gave a feeble nod, “Yep. Just some fun.” 

It was a pretty good bad idea  Wasn’t it though?

Y/N didn’t know why she began avoiding Fred. 

To everyone else in the school, all was well. The teasing between them hadn’t stopped. The little jabs at meals, in classes, or out in the hallways still happened. She was still a prefect and took points from Gryffindor whenever she caught the twins outside of curfew or running from Filch. They were both still beaters who played for their respective teams and shot remarks mockingly at one another out on the pitch.

Outside of those moments, though, Y/N made it a point to walk the other direction when she saw him walking her way, with or without his twin. She would slip out of shared classes as soon as the bell rang and their professor dismissed them. She even went as far as hiding in a spare broom closet once, when she was doing her prefect rounds and heard his telltale laughter just around the corner. 

They hadn’t shared a moment alone in a few weeks and Fred had wracked his brain trying to figure out what he did wrong. Their set-up had been practically perfect before she started avoiding him. Stolen kisses and the excitement of sneaking around with her were some of the best times of his life there in Hogwarts. He hadn’t had the Gryffindor courage to tell her how he really felt, but at least they shared intimate moments alone, away from prying eyes and judgemental stares. 

Instead, now he had taken to staring at her whenever he could, replaying all of their previous interactions to find out what went wrong between them. 

“Oi, quit staring at Y/N before McGonagall takes points from us for not paying attention to her,” George hastily whispered one day.

“I’m not doing anything wrong,” Fred defended, his eyes still locked on Y/N. She paid him no mind, unconsciously twirling the quill in her hands and chewing on her bottom lip. 

He thought she looked stunning. 

“I never thought I would say this,” George groaned softly, “But you’ve gotta listen in class right now or else we’ll lose even more points and everyone’ll be right chuffed. We can figure out your dumb bird problems after.” 

With a roll of his eyes, Fred finally brought his attention back to what their professor was going on about. He’d worry about whatever was going on with Y/N later. 

-

“I think it’s simple, really,” George shrugged, later on in the day when it was just the two of them in their dorm. He leant back against the headboard of his four-poster, an image of calm and nonchalance. 

“On with it then!” Fred exclaimed, the exact opposite of his twin at the moment. He fidgeted from his position on his own bed, his foot tapped anxiously on the hardwood floor and his hand kept running through his already disheveled hair. 

George couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His own twin, all out of balance because of some bird. 

But it wasn’t just any bird, he knew, it was Y/N. And if it had to be any bird in the whole school for Fred to become this mess of feelings and uncertainty, at least it was because of her. George always knew that their rivalry would either end in them realizing their feelings for each other or them hexing each other to death. 

“Grow some balls and just tell her how you feel, you daft git!” He exclaimed, humor sparkled in his eyes. 

“Be serious here, George,” Fred groaned and pushed his face against one of his pillows. 

His twin rolled his eyes, “I am being serious! It’s obvious she fancies the balls off of you, so just ask her out on a date or something and save us all from this awkward dance the lot of you have been doing for the past few weeks.” 

George’s words rang in Fred’s mind for longer than he liked to admit. 

One night, as dinner was coming to a close, he’d had enough. He spotted Y/N getting up from her seat at the Slytherin table and stood abruptly from his half finished meal. As she exited the Great Hall, he followed her out and into the drafty corridor.

“Y/N!” He yelled before he could stop himself. 

She paused briefly, shoulders tensing at his call to her. Instead of turning around though, she picked up her pace. 

Fred cursed softly, “Y/N, I know you can hear me!” 

As his legs were much longer than hers, he caught up to her quickly. Still, she paid him no mind and continued her on her way, “What’s got your wand all in a knot, Y/L/N?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Weasley.” Came her reply. 

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Y/L/N,” He rolled his eyes, “You’ve been ignoring me recently and I can’t think of anything that I’ve done wrong.”

“I don’t know about you, but I’ve been actually paying attention to my classes and doing all of my coursework, that takes up most of my time these days.” She shrugged, turning a corner and continuing her fast pace, “And I’m not at your beck and call, Weasley. I’m not yours.” 

“You could be.” 

Y/N’s resolve seemed to be taken away with the tide as he muttered those words aloud. In fact, she was so shocked at what he said that she quite literally had to stop walking and merely stared at the redheaded boy. 

“Don’t be daft, Weasley.” She managed to choke out after a few beats. 

He turned to face her and Y/N had never seen him look so serious before. Fred was usually the louder twin, the more explosive one, the one who acted first and thought of the consequences later. But now, now she could see that he had nothing but genuine intentions as his eyes scanned her and gauged her reaction.

She huffed, unwilling to let her walls down for even a second. It was too frightening, telling the person she had spent much of her formative years rivalling with how she truly felt about them. In fact, despite her act, she couldn’t get it in her to look him in the eyes.

“This, whatever this is, you know that it isn’t a good idea.” She tried to argue, but as the words left her lips they seemed to carry no weight in them. 

“It’s a pretty good bad idea if you ask me.” He said with as much conviction as possible, “C’mon, Y/L/N, you gonna back down from a challenge?” 

That sparked a fire in her eyes that he had missed seeing, one that said she meant business, “I’ll say yes to you on one condition,” She said. 

“Anything.”

“Take me out on a date first.” 

[sirthisisa-wendys]

The Enforcers: Part 3 (Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader)

synopsis: some truths are revealed; others are harder to conceal.

wc: 1.4k

tw: none

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Dinner is rowdy with all of the Kitsune and their Leviathan partners walking over to you and Suguru and asking about the mission.

“I heard the condition of the crawl space was horrible,” Yuji mentions while shoveling a spoonful of sweet potatoes in his mouth. “How many kids were there?”

“Five,” Geto answers, setting his fork down on his plate. “But if y/n hadn't seen them while she was down on the ground, who knows where they would be right now.”

“Is your hand healing okay?” Maki wonders, and you hold up your bandaged hand, mouth full of rice.

“Geto bandaged it up, so it should be healed in no time.”

“I heard your next mission would be out of the city,” Nobara announces, sitting next to Megumi and raising her brow at the two of you. “And I also heard you’re still petitioning to be reassigned.”

“Not true,” you respond, much to everyone's surprise. “Not anymore.”

With this, you stand up and get rid of your tray before walking out of the cafeteria. Geto follows you out into the hallway, and you keep walking even as he speaks.

“You’ve changed your mind?”

“Yes,” you murmur, opening your door carefully, and you add, “But don’t think too much of it.”

“Hey, some teams are going out tonight. Want to come?”

“Where are you going?” you wonder, sitting on your bed and grabbing a book from the nightstand.

“Premonition. It’s a club downtown.” You knew about the club; it’s only frequented by the most elite people in society. And those elite people now consider you “one of them”. It’s a chance to bond with my fellow teammates, you think. But it could also land me in some trouble if I overdo it. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to. I just thought since we made a huge victory with the--”

“Sounds like fun,” you blurt, much to Geto’s surprise. His eyebrows lower - like he’s forcing himself not to react - and he nods his head.

“Okay; be ready by eight o’clock.”

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As you approach the scene, you notice that the line into the club is incredibly long. Potential patrons stand waiting, chatting, eagerly eyeing the bouncer at the doors for some sign, some signal that they are - in fact - part of the in-crowd that made their way inside the wooden doors. Despite all of the others ahead of you, you and your peers are ghosted to the front of the line quickly, aided by some secret that passes through the crowd: “They’re VIPs here.”

Perhaps it’s the tattoos on the Leviathans present or the way the other Kitsune straighten themselves to their full height, but you quickly come to an understanding that to fit in, you would have to be the ideal Kitsune and pretend that you’re better than everyone in the room. Because you could see right through their acts. Well, at least the eyes of the men in the crowd tell you that you’re some kind of mind-reader as they rove up and down your body. Part of you wants to recoil, to go back to your room and pick up your unfinished novel. But the other part of you wants to relish in their gaze. The attention is enough to make you smirk in pleasure, but the unthinkable happens as you walk into the dark club.

Geto stretches his arm out to wrap around your waist as you follow the others around the tables, weaving deftly around the patrons and protected by your Leviathan from their gazes. You look over to Suguru, finally taking in his black collared shirt - which is rolled up to his elbows and showing off his defined arm muscles - and the way his eyes shift among the crowd, examining each person in a split second.

“Right here,” he murmurs, extending his hand so you can ascend the three stairs to the roped-off section where your peers have gathered.

“To start off the night,” Yuji begins. “I’m buying a round for everyone to toast Geto and y/n for their success!” Yuji orders one round of a drink you don’t recognize, and when Maki pats you on the shoulder, you smile sheepishly.

“Really, it wasn’t--”

“It was an incredible show of teamwork,” Geto interrupts, smiling over at you before leaning into you to whisper, “Take the toasts now. They’re few and far between when you get higher up.” You plaster on a fake smile and accept the shots when they come, tilting it back and swallowing the blue glowing liquid. Geto takes your cup and replaces it with another, urging you wordlessly to take a second shot. You do so, not intending on ruining anyone’s good mood.

As soon as the blue liquid slides down your throat and burns a path down your trachea, you cough a little, shaking your head to clear it of the sensation.

“It only takes two,” Maki murmurs to you and you feel the world shift almost instantly. You’re not drunk. That would settle in later. No, you could see the world for what it really is: colors and lights. Various colors swim in your vision and dance across the floor; reds and blues glancing off the lights and making a show of their own. Yuji’s hair seems to partake in the mirage, the pink strands dancing and losing shape before reforming into perfectly normal tufts of hair then repeating the movements.

“Is it supposed to be like this?” you ask no one in particular, and Geto exhales, leaning back on the plush couch with a small smile on his face.

“Yeah.”

Then you can hear the music, the music. Everything is synchronized, everything makes sense, and you want to sit in the VIP booth and just watch the lights and listen to the music without ever having to get up. Your zoned-out expression seems to catch Nobara’s attention, and she laughs, waving her hand in front of your face. “Don’t tell me she’s gone dumb!”

“Nah, it’s her first time,” Suguru murmurs, leaning forward. “I bet her parents never let her drink a single drop of Diamond Match.” You shake your head at his assumption, remembering the locked liquor cabinet and the futile attempts to break into it as a child. Maki takes your upper arm and pulls you close, whispering:

“Undiluted, Diamond Match can make you tell anyone your deepest, darkest secrets. But when mixed with juices or concentrate, it just takes the edge off of the world for a little while.” You nod, open-mouthed, then turn back to the light and color show in front of the roped-off section. You don’t realize how long you’ve been staring at the array until Geto clears his throat and leans forward, brushing his fingers against your hip.

“Maybe we should go dance. It’s been quite a few songs, and you haven’t moved a muscle.” Without hesitating, you get up, taking him on the offer. It wasn’t entirely rote or mechanized, but you did want to get a chance to move your body while you still could. Before you die, something dark whispers inside of you, but you brush it aside as Geto slides in front of you, blocking you from the rest of the crowd as you two dance side to side.

“This is my jam,” you mumble, your tongue thick in your mouth.

“It’s just the instrumental from--” You cut Suguru off with a hand to his mouth.

“This is my jam.” He laughs at you underneath your palm, then nods.

“This is your jam.” You two lose yourselves in the music; hands and feet moving of their own volition before his hands find your hips and bring you closer to him. His massive figure towers over you, you realize now that you’re in his grip. But you don’t care; not really. “Ever thought about just letting loose once in a while?” he breathes, but you shake your head.

“There’s always shit to do. My father and mother never took breaks. Not even to properly raise me with a secure attachment style.” You wonder how you can so easily say these words to a man you don’t know (and one you don’t really like) when he nods, pressing his lips together.

“I understand how you feel.”

“What about your parents?”

“Didn’t have any.” You frown but choose to dig deeper anyway.

“So, you were a foster kid?” Suguru nods, his black hair shifting as he looks up and eyes around the room once before he returns your gaze. “How was that?”

“Awful.” You grimace, noting the dark turn the conversation is taking.

“But you made it out!”

“Is being a Leviathan really ‘making it out'?” he asks, stopping his movements and looking at you sternly. “Or is it the same misery, but with a paycheck?”

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[seungmoroll]

Heather | Hwang Hyunjin

Word count: 3.8k

Genre & tags: angst, dance team au, brother!Minho, mentions of other idols

A/N: this is the 4th part of the Heather series, you can read the others here.

Shining through the city with a little funk and soul

I’ma light it up like dynamite, whoa

Pants could be heard from all around the room showcasing the hard work and dedication everyone had put into the dance. Your eyes filled with awe as you sit off to the side. After 5 seconds of listening to their tired pants, you stand up and bust out in applaud, and soon the rest of them join you.

“You guys looked amazing! That was the best run so far. There’s no way any other team can beat you guys this Friday.” The looks and smiles on their faces let you know that they’re thankful for your words. However, you don’t have enough time to fully appreciate the moment as a body crashes into yours, forcing you back onto the sofa.

“Ugh, get off of me Minho.” Unfortunately for you, your attempt to push him off only makes him put even more of his weight on top of you.

“Can’t you let your tired brother rest for a moment?” You had the pleasure, note the sarcasm, of calling Minho your brother. You swear it’s his life mission to annoy you, however, there are perks of having him as your brother. One of them being that he has to drive you around everywhere, and another one being that you get to hang out at the dance studio that Minho goes to, which means you get to see your favorite people in the world. Speaking of favorite people, the sound of heavenly laughter fills your ears, and you turn to see Hyunjin laughing at yours and Minho’s antics. Gaining enough strength thanks to Hyunjin’s beautiful laugh, you manage to push Minho off of you, making him land on the sofa next to you with a groan.

“Gosh Minho, your big butt was suffocating me.”

“So, you admit I got a big butt?” All you want to do is knock the cockiness off his face, but you choose to be good, since Hyunjin was only a few feet away.

“You’re insufferable.”

Plopping himself on the sofa next to you, Hyunjin says, “I’m surprised you two haven’t killed each other yet.”

“Our mom says we can only kill each other after 10pm.” Is what you and Minho say synchronously, causing for laughter to erupt from Hyunjin.

“You guys are basically the same person.” Taking offense to his comment, you playfully smack him, “Don’t insult me like that.”

“Ow, you can’t hit precious things like me.” You roll your eyes at his dramatics. A year ago, if someone were to tell you that you would’ve had feelings for Hwang Hyunjin, you would’ve laughed in their face.

Hyunjin was an interesting character, not everyone realized that. Everyone only saw him for his exterior; they only focused on his visuals. Yes, you agree that he’s handsome, heck, you were sure that he sparkled sometimes, but that’s not what made you like him. Behind his looks, was someone that was so in touch with his feelings and wasn’t afraid to show them. One night, you had to go to the dance studio and wait for Minho who was helping Hyunjin with a dance, and before you had barged into the practice room, you saw Hyunjin and Minho sitting on the ground with Hyunjin crying his eyes out. He was crying because he was stressed out and he just needed to release everything. You didn’t make your presence known, but instead you watched as your brother comforted him. That’s when your perception of him changed; he wasn’t the mysterious beauty you thought he was.

“You’re coming with us after the competition, right?” It was tradition for the team to get a meal together after a dance competition.

“Duh, Minho’s my ride home.” That wasn’t your only reason why you were going. You actually enjoyed hanging out with the team.

“Good, I like it when you hang out with all of us.” His statement makes you blush, and you hope that Hyunjin doesn’t realize it’s because of him. From your other side you hear Minho scoff, making you smack him in the chest.

“You’re still doing my hair, right?” Ever since Hyunjin started growing out his hair, he’s been finding out new ways to style it, and that meant you doing his hair.

“Of course, can’t have you looking like a hot mess in front of a large audience.” It didn’t matter what his hair looked like; he’d still look good.

“So you think I’m hot?” Hyunjin asks with a teasing smirk.

“Psh, what, no.” He raises an eyebrow at you as you attempt to form a sentence, “But you’re not ugly either, you’re, you’re…fine yes you’re hot…or whatever.” The sound of his laughter fills your ears and you can’t help but want to record it to listen to it all the time.

“I’m just messing with you, Y/n.” He gently ruffles your hair, “It’s so fun to mess with you.”

Huffing, “I disagree.”

“Well I agree.” Minho butts in. More laughter comes from Hyunjin as you launch yourself at Minho.

A few days later and it’s the night of the competition. You and The Snipers are in the dressing rooms getting ready. Because the dance had more of a fun theme, you and Hyunjin had agreed to add a little bit of pop to his hair. As you started to braid small sections of his hair, you added some colorful beads. You can feel Hyunjin’s stare on you through the mirror and you hope that he doesn’t notice the nervous tremors in your hands.

    “You better make sure I look good Y/n.”

    “When do you not look good?” Covering up your mouth, you couldn’t believe that you had let that slip out.

    “I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

    Playfully shoving at his shoulder, “Hey, you say that like as if I’m not nice all the time.”

    “You’re the devil, of course you’re not nice.” Minho butts in. If looks could kill, you were sure Minho would be a goner.

    “I want you to keep your eyes on me tonight, Y/n.” Hyunjin’s bold statement makes your heart skip a beat.

    “What? Why?” There was no reason for Hyunjin to say this to you.

    “Because I’m the only one you should look at.” His sentence sounds whinier than it does serious, but you see it as a sliver of hope that shines for you.

    “Yah,” Minho starts, smacking Hyunjin in the back of the head, “They’re my sibling, they should be focused on me, plus it’s my last dance with you guys.”

    “Oh boohoo, Y/n has seen you dance plenty of times. They should have something that’s more eye catching to look at this time.” Another smack is landed on the back of Hyunjin’s head.

    “Yah, stop that Minho. You’re ruining my masterpiece.”

    “See, Y/n thinks I’m a masterpiece.”

    Scrunching your nose, “Not you, your hair.”

    “My hair is a part of me; therefore, I am a masterpiece.” You couldn’t disagree with him, however, being you, you have to say something a bit insulting.

    “Why is everyone on this dance team delusional?” You feel a pair of eyes on you and you instantly say, “Not you Felix, you’re a wonderful human being.” This time it’s you who gets the smack to the back of the head, but it doesn’t matter because you got to see Felix’s beautiful smile.

“Hey, why do you like Felix more than me?” ‘Oh Hyunjin, you big idiot. If only you knew.’ Minho snorts at Hyunjin’s question, and you send him another life-threatening glare. Minho knew about your feelings for Hyunjin, he wasn’t blind. He’d send you teasing glances every chance that he got, but you were thankful that he never brought it up to Hyunjin. To be honest, he thinks you could do better, but you think he only says that because Hyunjin is his friend.

    Deciding to mess with Hyunjin a little bit, you respond, “Because Felix is precious.” A pout settles on Hyunjin’s face and you swear that it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. Though you do have to say that the smile and hearts Felix sends you is almost as cute.

    “Oof, Hyunjin looks like you don’t have everyone wrapped around your finger, isn’t that right Y/n?” Jeno says, poking fun at Hyunjin.

    “Nah, I know Y/n has heart eyes for me.” Hyunjin playfully winks at you, and you hate the way your heart did somersaults in your chest.

    “You wish Hwang.”

After the team had left to get ready to go on stage, you went on your way to find a seat in the audience. While searching for a seat with the best view of the stage, you see an individual frantically waving at you. Squinting to see who it is, you recognize the person as Jungeun, an acquaintance you made thanks to the dance team. Jungeun, or better known as Kim Lip on stage, was part of a different dance team and you guys happened to meet at a different dance competition. You were on your way to your seat after doing last minute touchups to Hyunjin’s hair, when you saw that she needed help fixing her hair, so you lent her a helping hand. From then on, you guys would say hi to each other every time you saw one another.

Reaching Jungeun, you are pulled into a hug, “Hey, I didn’t know you were going to be here.” There was no indication that Jungeun’s dance team was competing tonight.

“Oh, I was invited to come, plus I wanted to watch the competition anyways.” To you, her answer seemed normal since she was a dancer after all, so you didn’t bother to question it any further. Though you did want to know if you knew the person who invited her, but you guys weren’t close enough for you to ask.

“Do you have a seat already?” Jungeun asks.

“No, I was just about to look for one.”

“Oh you can sit with me!” She offers you the vacant seat next to her, and you kindly accept it; one, because it had a nice view of the stage, and two, because you didn’t like sitting by yourself.

“This is your brothers last competition, right? I heard he was going to be a backup dancer for a boy group.” You weren’t surprised that she knew of this. Practically everyone in the dance scene here in your city knew of Minho, so of course word would spread about his new position.

“Yeah, it is. He wanted his last dance with The Snipers to be amazing, so him and the others put so much work into this performance.” If you were forced to compliment Minho, the one thing that you could say that wouldn’t make you gag was that he was passionate. He gave it his all for every dance he’s done, which is why no one was surprised when he told you that he was going to be a backup dancer for a big idol group. Since he always gave 110% effort in his dances, for this performance everyone else gave 120% effort to have one last win for Minho. Honestly, you were confused when the team decided to dance to Dynamite by BTS because you would’ve thought that they would’ve wanted something more intense, but their reasoning was that they wanted to have fun on stage with Minho for one last time.

“Hey, I think the team is about to perform.” Jungeun points towards the stage, and you see the familiar figures of the dance team. Minho is front and center, but your eyes travel towards Hyunjin, who’s on Minho’s left. Sitting there in the audience, you anxiously wait for the music to start. This was the last time your brother was going to be dancing with this team before he goes off on tour as a backup dancer, and you just hope this doesn’t mean that this will be the last time you watch the team dance.

Once the music starts playing, you block out everything else around you and focus on the dance. You’ve seen this dance so many times, but every time you become mesmerized with their moves. It’s refreshing to see them dance with this concept, and you’re loving the way everyone’s expression is showing that they’re having fun on the stage. Like Hyunjin wanted, you kept your eyes on him, watching him do the moves like they were nothing. Though, you did tear your eyes away from him to watch Felix do that one flip that makes you worried all the time, and to watch Minho’s solo. Aside from those instances, your eyes were glued to Hyunjin. If you were to describe his movements, you would say he was like water. Every single move he made was elegant and flowed nicely.

Once the performance had ended, you quickly stood up and loudly cheered for them, and you didn’t miss the moment when you caught Hyunjin’s eyes and he sent you a wink. This only caused for you to cheer for them even louder. Watching them leave, you dismiss yourself from Jungeun, and make your way back to the team. As soon as you reach the boys, you instantly pull Minho into a hug, “You guys were phenomenal. You had the whole audience cheering for you.” Pulling back from your brother, a different pair of arms wrap around you.

“Thanks Y/n.” Taking this moment as a chance, you tightly hug Hyunjin.

Your time with the team is cut short as they’re called back onto the stage for the announcement of the results. Making your way back to your seat, you nervously wait for the announcements to begin.

“Alrighty everyone, are you guys ready for the announcements?” Cheers fill up the auditorium as everyone wants to know the results.

“I guess that settles it, starting off with 10th place…” There were only a total of 15 dance teams, so there was a very high chance that The Snipers at least placed. When the MC announced a different team as 10th, you let out a big sigh, and you could hear Jungeun chuckle at you, but you chose to ignore it, focusing your attention on the MC. Every time the MC announces the placement of a team, you become even more anxious because now third place was about to get announced and the team hasn’t been announced yet.

“And in third place, we have…Trailblazers!”

“You and the others must be nervous.” You can only shake your head as response to Jungeun.

“Coming in second place, we have…Revolution X!” You had thought Revolution X’s performance was good especially with Kino’s solo, but not as great as The Snipers of course. The Snipers thought of Revolution X as their major competition, so maybe they had a chance at getting first.

“And last, but certainly not least, coming in first, we have…drum roll please.” The auditorium fills up with the sound of beats as everyone is anticipating the winners.

“The Snipers!” They did it, they won. You jump out your seat and loudly cheer for your boys. On stage the team is all huddled up together with Minho in the center, jumping up and down, and you wish that you could join in with them, but you’re also alright with just watching them from the sidelines, like always.

Instead of meeting in the dressing room, you meet up with the team outside in the parking lot. Jungeun had tagged along with you, which you didn’t mind since she knew the members of the team. Upon seeing the team, you run towards them, jumping on your brothers back.

“You guys did it! I told you, you were going to win!”

“Alright, alright. I just won and you’re already trying to kill me, get off.” Hesitantly, you get off of Minho’s back, but you don’t miss the smile that’s on his face, so it makes up for it. Your vision darkens when you feel something on top of your head cover your eyes, pulling up the unknown object, you see Hyunjin smiling brightly at you. Realizing that the object was Hyunjin’s bucket hat, you adjust it to sit right on your head as Hyunjin exclaims to you, “We did it, Y/n. We got first!” He then grabs onto your forearms and makes you jump around with him. The sounds of yours and his laughs are mixed together, and it makes you feel light on your feet. Eventually the two of you settle down, and Hyunjin finally realizes that there was someone behind you.

“Jungeun!” Leaving your side, Hyunjin goes off to talk to her. Before you can even think of anything, you’re being whisked away by your brother, “C’mon slow poke, we got to get going to the restaurant.” You don’t even manage to bid a goodbye to Jungeun as your brother pulls you towards his car.

You and Minho were the first ones to arrive at the restaurant, going up to claim your reservation. One by one the members of the team, came in filling up the seats at the tables. So far, the seat in front of you remained empty, and you hoped that Hyunjin was going to occupy it. When Hyunjin arrives at the restaurant, you see that he’s brought a surprise with him.

“Hey guys, you know Jungeun. It’s okay if she hangs out with us, right?”

“The more the merrier,” someone who you can’t register says, as you try to figure out why Jungeun had come. The seat in front of you becomes occupied by Jungeun as Hyunjin grabs another chair and sets it to the right of her. ‘Ah, he’s such a gentleman.’ Though, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit disappointed that he didn’t sit in front of you. 

The dinner was amazing, and you weren’t talking about the food. Everyone was in such a good mood that you didn’t even realize that you guys had been sitting at the restaurant for almost two hours. San is in the middle of telling a story about the disaster of time when him and Wooyoung went on a double date when Hyunjin got up from his seat.

“Hey guys, I’m gonna head out early.” He motions towards Jungeun who has also gotten up from her seat and that’s when reality hits you. Hyunjin was the one that invited Jungeun to come out tonight. He was winking at her, not you. You never had a chance with Hyunjin. There will always be girls like Jungeun and guys like Hyunjin want girls like her, not you. In Hyunjin’s eyes, you’ll always just be Minho’s sibling, the person that just tags along with the dance team. Any chance of hope that you thought you had didn’t exist. Hyunjin was just being Hyunjin. He was just being playful with you without realizing the things that he did to you.

Now that you think about it, you couldn’t believe you missed the signals; more like you chose to ignore them. You can’t say that you missed the small interactions that the two had at every dance competition, like this one time you were looking for Minho, but when you turned the corner Jungeun was leaning against the wall while Hyunjin had a hand propped up against the same wall next to her. You had just tried to explain to yourself that they were just having a normal conversation. Or that one time, you saw a familiar sweater Jungeun had on and assumed that they just had the same sweater. For every situation you had made an excuse to calm your delusional mind, but now as you sit there in the middle of the restaurant and watch the two of them, you can’t ignore the painful feeling in your chest that’s starting to form.

“Boo, can’t you spend a different night with your girl? This will our last time hanging out with this group.”

“Oh leave him be Wooyoung, you’re just jealous that he has someone and you don’t.” San says.

“And if I am?” His question makes everyone, but you laugh. That’s just because you’re too focused on Hyunjin.

“I’ll take you out another night Wooyoung, don’t worry.” Hyunjin sends Wooyoung a wink, and in returns he gets a flying kiss.

Laughing, “Anyways, we’re going to go. Don’t have to much fun without me.”

“Bye guys!” Jungeun bids the rest of you goodbye before she walks out the door Hyunjin is holding for her.

Your eyes follow the couple through the window as they walk away from the restaurant, and you wish that you could say that you didn’t see the way he playfully wrapped his arm around her. Gone from your line of vision, you tear your eyes away from the window and tune yourself back into the story San is telling the others. However, the image of Hyunjin with Jungeun is the only thing going through your mind, so you can’t even bother to focus at all. Instead you choose to swirl your straw around in your drink, doing all you can to think of something else.

“Are you okay?” Minho’s soft voice breaks you out of your thoughts.

“Hmm? Oh, uh yeah, I’m fine,” you answer indifferently.

Nudging you with his elbow, he gives you a concerned look, and in that instance, you felt like you wanted to cry even more because now your brother was worried about you. The last thing you wanted to do was ruin what is supposed to be a good night for him. “You want to go home?”

Shaking your head, “No, you shouldn’t have to leave early because of me, you should be celebrating with the rest of the team.”

“Y/n, you’re my sibling. You come first, no matter what and I can tell that you’re not okay. C’mon get up.” You and Minho had weird ways of showing it, but when it comes down to moments like these, you knew that you two loved each other. Hyunjin may be unobtainable, but as long as you had Minho by your side, you knew you would be fine.

As the two of you get up, Minho speaks to the rest of the team, “I’m sorry guys, but the life of the party is going to have to leave early, something came up.” The group boos at him, but eventually lets him leave. Silently, you bid the others goodbye, ignoring the concerned look Felix gives you.

The ride back home is silent, which is how you preferred it because you think if Minho had mentioned anything that you would’ve been full on sobbing, and that’s something you’d rather save for your pillowcase. You were 100% sure that Minho knew about Hyunjin and Jungeun, and you’re not sure if you’re glad that he didn’t tell you earlier or not. You know he had the best intentions. Looking out the window, you watch as the lights flash by and you internally laugh at yourself. You look like someone who’s in a sad music video, ‘pathetic.’

A/N: we’re half way through the series, yay! I've never seen anyone mention Kim Lip as a “heather” but I love her and think she would be one, so I had to include her. like always, feel free to let me know what you guys think

[vicecityhq]

██████████████]99% loading…suspect into the apd database…

WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF: glasses, academia, coffee shops . with a slight resemblance to JEON JUNGKOOK of/the BTS.

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FULL FILE:

last name, first name: lee, david alias: electro realm of birth(if earth, nationality): earth age: 23 date of birth: september 1, 1997 gender: cis-gender male preferred pronouns: he/him, they/them species: cyborg level 1, civilian sexual orientation: questioning

VISUAL FILE:

skin color: light tanned eye color: dark brown, blue tint when using eye enhancemets scars: none reported piercings: both ears tattoos: a simple black star on left wrist hair color: black, dyed a variety of colors at times abnormalities: none reported horns/ wings/ etc: none transformed form: none

PERSONAL FILE:

powers & abilities: enhanced vision, lens screen, vital monitor and data collection, temperature scanning, night vision, light adjustment vision, app synchronization (photo, video recording, downloading) traits: determined, aloof

BACKGROUND CHECK:

date of birth: september 1, 1997

date of death: -

crime record: a clean record

BACKGROUND/BIOGRAPHY:

david was the 2nd born in his family, to a career solider and a

struggling

opera singer. his sister was 1st and her words upon seeing him as a baby was “i’m cuter.”at times he felt neglected given that his sister was getting more attention that him, she was the golden child while he was …david, quiet most of the time but had moments of intense energy. his parents enrolled him a variety of sports which kept him in check. he excelled in martial arts (taekwondo and kumdo) and basketball which was used as leverage to keep in ballet. that was something his mother wanted for both of her children, though he never got a reason why. near the end of elementary school his parent’s divorced and his mother remarried a “rich man”. though he was kind he was very distant to him. his sister however took a liling to increases social status she had.

it was during middle school did david and his sister start to grow apart. sneaking out, skipping class, among other things became his sister’s focus. he had an idea of some things but didn’t speak on them since it would lead to an argument. “boring and straight laced” was what she called him, he and to edge to him. the young boy’s concern was to make in on a national team, it didn’t matter the sport. david used his studies as a shield against the chaos around him, not just at home and school, but the city in general. sometimes it felt like a comic with how crime was almost normalized be it in the background or directly involving you. he kept his circle small and hid most information about himself, his image had to be pure for the scouts and his future career.

given the reputation of his father, david knew military enlistment was the next step college or not. now being in the army was a double edge sword. there wasn’t this pressure to perform like say the marines but he was held to a higher standard. sometimes he was afforded privildges like extra time but also more severe punishments for making the same mistake as others. just going for 2 years wasn’t enough, he was expected to stay for 3. not for his own goals or wants but that of his father. it was during this time did david see that he had lived a rather comfortable life compared to others in his unit, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have any issues. the constant question on his mind was “where do i belong?”.  well the military wasn’t the answer, his discharge date couldn’t come soon enough and when it came, he was already in another system. college.

a bit older and wiser, david could fully focus on his studies (again) something he was happy about and rebuild some parts of his past that he couldn’t while serving. while he is aware his parents expect to major in something like medicine or law, he has no interest in either. his duties to his family and country are complete. it’s for david to live for himself. during his 1st year of college his sister got married much to the joy of his parents. his brother-in-law was “well put together” despite being a little off in his manners. it wasn’t until a few months later did his sister reveal she married a vampire along with hints of her planning to become one. their step-dad was willing to overlook all of his since it met more access to money and power however their mom had reservations. knowing her relationship was rocky with her daughter, she asked david to look after her.

this was 1 of the few times in his life he went against his parents wishes. david had a real chance to be a top athlete and having a gang affiliation wouldn’t help. even if he did have access to money and in some ways protection it was too big of a risk. his sister made her choice to get and stay involved, if she did need help he would but only from her directly. not going through with it put distance between the young man and his mom. maybe it was pressure of college, stress, or still trying to answer the question but david had a chance to “be better” and secretly got an enhancement on his eyes. this afforded him the ability to study in any lighting and pick up on details he would other wise miss. his grade improved greatly but the bigger reward was that his physical fitness was fine tuned to the point he could stay at his peak. with his enhancement he could monitor his calorie intake and vitals, adjust his work out plan so his whole body performing at it’s maximum. this offered him some stability as he had something to thrive for and could take his mind off of the less appealing parts of his life.

INTERVIEW QUESTION (PARA SAMPLE): “JUST RUN US THROUGH WHAT HAPPENED THAT NIGHT”. - OFFICER

he was nervous looking at the “window” of the home unsure if there was others on the other side. running his hand through his hair was a ploy to cover his eye and scan for temperature, a rather unused feature of his eyes. he sighed out of relief not “seeing” anyone though he knew to not let his guard down. again the officer repeated their statement. this time he looked at them directly hands under the table quietly toying with the zipper of his jacket, “i was going home from the library but stopped at the store for a drink.” that was true, it was all true. though now he wished he just went straight home. “but you didn’t see the fight?” the officer raised a brow not totally convinced. “no, i wasn’t focused on that. i heard people yelling but didn’t look that’s how you get jumped. it wasn’t my business so i kept going,” he answered. “uh…david, you’re in school right? what do you want to be?” this sad attempt to relate to him. “that’s really irrelevant to why i’m here, shouldn’t you be talking to them or the store owner? i don’t know why i’m here, when i didn’t do anything.” his words had a hint of annoyance, he wasn’t a child. “you are a witness, maybe not a good one but still one regardless. even if your details are…missing. it’s enough with common sense to help confirm the series of events.” the officer replied, “you may go.” he was didn’t need to be told twice with his bag already on his shoulder and made his way out of the station.

[kimistorm]

You and Stray Kids go through Airport Security

Pairings: Platonic! ot8 x reader

Word count: 2.2 k

Warnings: Slight panic from the reader

You struggled to keep the giddy leap out of your step as you rolled out your suitcase to meet the rest of the band and the managers. Everyone was dressed in comfortable, yet fashionable (okay Jisung was pushing it) clothes for the airport, and you were waiting for just a couple more people to come down and meet you. Seungmin was quick to notice you nearly vibrating with excitement, and gave you a cheeky shove on the shoulder, “excited?” You nodded with a big grin on your face. You had never been to an airport before, and you were ecstatic for the new experience and adventure.

You had made friends with Chris when you were still trainees, but when your contract was up, you decided that idol life in the spotlight wasn’t right for you. All of the flashing lights, the screaming fans, the constant life in the public overwhelmed you. That didn’t mean you completely left JYP Entertainment behind though, as you stuck around and helped 3Racha produce songs, and gave general moral support for the team of Stray Kids. You were always quick to help Han whenever he got overwhelmed, and the managers loved you as you had some uncanny ability to calm and control the members. But even though you were always around Stray Kids, you were never allowed to go with them on tour, since you technically weren’t a manager, until today.

“Okay, let’s head out!” you heard the manager’s voice and you quickly did a head count, as a small reassurance to you that everyone who was supposed to be there, was there, and followed Seungmin into one of the vans that was taking you to the airport. You and Felix climbed into the back seat, followed by Seungmin and Hyunjin, while Chris sat in the front seat next to the driver.

The drive was filled with banter and laughter, along with you, Felix, and Hyunjin screeching out lyrics to Disney movies. “Into the unknooooooown!” Hyunjin was the first one, quickly followed by you and Felix while Seungmin was facepalming and Chris was visibly cringing in the front seat.

“We’ve done this before,” Seungmin couldn’t help but groan at your antics, “are we done with it yet?”

The three of you froze what you were doing and stared at him. He gave you a quirked look at your sudden silence, before in true ‘single brain cell shared amongst the three of you’ fashion, synchronously began screech-singing again.

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“Okay, laptop out of my backpack. Phone, wallet, passport, boarding pass, and keys in the bucket. Shoes off. Jacket off.” You nodded determinedly as you tried to remember everything you’d need to do through security.

“Don’t worry, it’s not that scary,” you could see Jeongin’s eyes smiling behind the mask. The group was huddled together, waiting for the managers to find which security checkpoint would be the easiest to go through to get to your gate, while hoping no one would notice you. The commotion outside definitely knew that Stray Kids was in the airport, and the screams and camera flashes that bombarded you when you exited the van made you glad that you weren’t an idol. You forced yourself to walk with the other managers so you wouldn’t accidentally latch onto one of the members for support, with the amount of people around, the motion wouldn’t go unnoticed and you definitely didn’t want gossip around the group right before the tour.

“We’re heading that way,” the nine of you looked up at the manager and saw him pointing in the direction of one of the halls, and your group quickly followed him like little ducklings. Your eyes were wide open as you took in the airport. The high ceiling was adorned with minimalistic decorations that seemed to resemble waves and clouds. It was brightly lit with lights that matched the decorations perfectly and wide open windows and skylights let even more light in. There was a constant drone of people talking and wheels rolling on the smooth floor, and the walls had large advertisements placed far enough that it wouldn’t seem cluttered, but close enough that there was hardly a blank space in the wall.

Your group joined the express line to join security, passing by the long, winding line most of the other people had to go through. “You’ll need your passport and boarding pass to get past,” Chris told you as he dug around for his own. In a slight panic, you fumbled with your bag to get out said items. The group halted as one of the managers went up to the desk first. It was a quick process before Changbin went up, and quickly the rest of the band went through. You couldn’t help but clutch at the passport in your hand in fear, which didn’t go unnoticed. “Don’t worry about it, okay?” Chris gave you a reassuring smile as he snapped you out of your fear. “We’re all here.” You nodded almost absentmindedly and watched the people going through.

You couldn’t help but look at the metal detector with fear. It wasn’t that it looked scary, it looked like just a doorway, but your mind was racing with what would happen if you accidentally set it off. How much trouble would you get in? Would they stop you from boarding the plane? Would they arrest you?

“Next!” your reverie was shattered again when you heard the voice of the agent call for who was next. You glanced at Chris and he gave you a nudge and a smile, allowing you to go first. Nervously, you went up to the counter and presented your passport with your boarding pass tucked into it. “How are you?” the agent asked with a smile as she opened your passport and scanned your boarding pass.

“Good, and you?” the words spilled from your mouth automatically.

“Good, thank you.” She tucked the pass back into your passport and handed it back to you, “have a good flight.” You muttered a thanks as you took it and joined the line behind Felix. A faint voice was wondering if she saw how nervous you were, or if she was just really friendly.

Felix grinned as he saw you come into line behind him as he tugged off his shoes and put them in one of the rectangular bins. His backpack was already on the table with his laptop in another bin and his pockets emptied. “You doing okay?” he asked as he helped pick up an empty bin from the stack and placed it on the table of rollers.

“Yeah,” your voice came out more as a squeak and Felix’s brows furrowed immediately, it was obvious that you weren’t. The rush of people, the fast moving pace, the amount of objects moving around, you were terrified of forgetting something or doing something wrong.

“I’ll take care of your laptop,” Felix offered as you put your bag on the rollers and he took it to unzip it and take out said object. “Grab another bin, and put your phone and things in there.” He pointed to the cream colored object and you nearly slammed it on the table as your motions were starting to get jerky. You noticed how the conveyor belt took Felix’s stuff into the x-ray machine, leaving an empty space on the line as you were still trying to figure things out.

“Your stuff!” you pointed out as it disappeared to the other side.

“It’s okay,” Felix reassured you, “the others are over there. They’ll make sure it doesn’t get stolen.” You were more worried that you were holding up the line, but okay. “Your shoes too,” he pointed to the sneakers that were still on your feet and you quickly slipped them off, putting them into the bin that held your phone, wallet, and other miscellaneous things from your pockets.

“I’ll help push your things through,” you looked up to see Chris on the other side of you, piling his items onto the table. “You two go ahead.” As if to help prove his point, Chris started to push your stuff from the metal rollers to the conveyor belt, the mechanics making a light clinking sound as the items banged into each other.

“Roger that,” too nervous to protest, you followed Felix to the metal detector.

“Can you wait a second?” an agent called out and you jumped before realizing you were about to go into the detector with Felix.

“Ah, sorry!” you frantically apologized as you took a step back to the tape line a few feet from the detector. Felix walked through without any issue, and the agent waved for you to go through as well. You tensed as you walked forward. You were pretty sure you didn’t have anything on you, but what if you did? What if it made a loud beep? What if you caused a whole commotion? Would it hurt?

Thankfully, you went through without a hitch and nearly ran to Felix to gather your stuff. You hastily unzipped your backpack and shoved your laptop in, throwing your phone, passport, and other personal items from the bin in as well. You’d struggle to find it later, but you just wanted to get away. You slung your backpack over your shoulder and grabbed at your shoes. Hopping frantically on one foot to try and shove it back onto your foot. Your backpack was throwing you off balance and you felt yourself falling backwards. Panicking, you flailed your arms to try and regain your balance, and fell into someone’s arms.

“You’re okay,” you heard Jisung murmur as he helped you to your feet. “Do you have everything?” he asked as he went over to Chris who was collecting his items (Felix had left to who knows where). You trailed behind him with both of your shoes in your hand to check that you indeed had all of your stuff. He helped check to make sure the bins were empty and stacked them with the rest of the empty bins before gently taking your wrist and leading you to some metal benches where people were sitting and putting their shoes back on.

You felt your face flush as you sat down next to Felix to successfully put your shoes on your feet. How did you not see this earlier? Now you had just made a fool of yourself hopping around and causing a scene. Jisung sat down on the other side of you as he gave you a nudge and a grin, “I did that too the first time we went through security. I collided with one of the agents.”

You let out a gasp of horror as Felix snickered next to you, “that is true.” You finished tying your shoes and covered your face from the second hand embarrassment.

Jisung tapped at your backpack, “do you want to find your phone and passport? We can wait,” you nodded thankfully and pulled it off your shoulder to set in your lap. You opened it up to find all of the loose items you had thrown into your bag whilst in your frenzy. You took out your phone and tucked it into your pocket, and put your passport and boarding pass into a smaller pocket for easier access. It was then that you noticed Jisung was rubbing at your back reassuringly, and you smiled into it as you leaned over to cuddle into him more.

“Are you okay (y/n)?” Chris’s worried face appeared in front of you, and you gave him a reassuring smile.

“Yeah, I don’t know what came over me.” You replied sheepishly, “sorry about that.”

“It’s no problem!” Felix was eager to reassure you, while Jisung and Chris nodded. “Security is scary. I’m pretty sure combined we’ve done nearly everything wrong at security.”

“Like that time they caught scissors in Minho’s bag?” Jisung suggested and Chris let out a joyful cackle.

“Or when Jeongin almost fell trying to take off his shoes, but ended up slamming his hand on the table and causing everyone in a ten foot radius to jump?” Felix added, which caused another chorus of giggles and laughter.

“Are we good here?” the four of you looked up to your manager looking at you in concern. He was the last one to go through security, so judging by how he was ready to go, the group was ready to head towards the next destination.

You nodded, “everything’s fine.”

He smiled before waving for everyone else to start moving. Since you were past security, you were feeling less panicked, but still latched onto Chris’ arm for support. “Is something wrong?” he asked in concern.

“I think I’m still nervous from the whole security encounter.” You confessed quietly as you felt your fingertips still feeling tingly.

He pulled his arm away from your grasp to wrap it around your shoulders, “better?”

You smiled at the comfort, “thank you, but I’m sure it’s not easy for you to walk like this.”

He opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by, “I want a Chan hug!” Changbin cried out from the other side of Chris and pulled his arm to wrap around him like Chris was doing to you.

“Group hug!” Hyunjin cried out as he attempted to leap onto Chris’ backpack. Chris let out an ‘oof’ and staggered, causing the four of you to trip over each other and almost crash onto the ground. You felt yourself laughing and the nerves went away as the band continued to cause chaos with each other, the managers watching you with tired expressions, though you saw a crack of a smile there. You smiled as you looked at the eight around you, you were so glad that they were your family.

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Want to start off by saying that I love your mind! I was hoping to get your opinion on: what is it in jackunzel that makes it feel so right?

EDIT: changed a few things ehe

ngl i found this challenging cus it made me think of how the answer would vary per person (yeah i went there idk why sdjkknds) so lemme get logical for a sec here haha

what exactly is the definition of “feel right”? 

to make someone feel relaxed and comfortable, as merriam-webster states

simple as that, right? but wait there’s more

what makes something/someone go under that category? 

now from there it expands because there are so many ways of answering that with everyone having different opinions and mindsets.

fair warning before we push on, this is going to get messy (like a word vomit) with how i’m just going to pour out everything i can think off, but just know i really like this question hence the, uh, mess? lmao

so back to your question, what is it in jackunzel that makes it feel so right?

in one POV, it could be because of how rapunzel and jack represent the sun and the moon respectively, making them two contrasting sides who shouldn’t collide and yet, against all odds and opposing forces that would come between them, they did. 

and we can bet on the fact that they fought hard/struggled for it, depending on how fanfic writers play with it (reminds of this sun/moon au that sold me to this trope lmao).

just because others said it’s impossible or it’s against whatever, why should they listen to the “norm?” what even is considered “normal,” when the two can explore so much more of what they could be missing from life after stepping out of others’ shadows?

i just love sun/moon dynamics. i’m obsessed lmao i read the ones below somewhere and idk where but it’s been living in my head rent free and i can’t escape it tho feel free to correct me about any of these symbol topic!

like the Sun, thoughtful and full of energy to share with everyone, is connected with one’s self and known to, yeah, radiate warmth or light. it also symbolizes firmness, strength and power. oh and life too i guess?

while the Moon, subtle but full of mysteries and wonders, can also get emotional and sway others to be more nurturing. cus like it also symbolizes calmness, beauty, and nurture. plus eternity and enlightenment?

the list goes on if we head into more of what it both symbolize, but when these two celestial bodies get together, masculine and feminine energies unite. the Sun gives out life, while the Moon cultivates it.

i have no idea where i’m going but moving on

maybe it’s that taste of rebellion with going against the authorities/society/rules/of what has always been set to find out who they’re meant to be or, y’know, finding their identity without the shackles of others (like jack learning he has the potential to be a guardian and embracing it in his own time, and rapunzel realizing she’s the lost princess and works hard to be a good one), 

or there’s something about the mystery that follows the other because they’ve never met anyone quite like them (like exploring a world they’ve never set foot on), 

or finding all the good and bad in each other and in their differences, but still loving the other for who they are, 

or what one lacks the other makes up for it and vice versa. with or without them realizing they can help each other grow to be a better version of themselves.

opposites attract who are bound to be full of surprises.

but on the contrary, they could also be two peas of a pod. aight this definitely goes against what i said above with all the opposites and stuff, but hear me out.

while they grew up and learned how to cope with life differently, they somehow still share the same sentiments when it comes to, for example, reaching their goals. 

they have their own way to go about it, sure, but my point is they can reach a common ground better together compared when they’re with others.

like rapunzel with the lanterns, and jack with his memories. at first, one hesitated and wavered, while the other disagreed and pulled away. it was only after they saw a chance/realized this was it that they agreed in a heartbeat

they ultimately made the choice of diving in head first regardless of their initial thoughts in the first place. kinda like the moment they realized they can be a step closer to what they’ve been yearning for their whole life 

bam, out of the way, they’re coming through lmao

not only that, but they can also be soft, gentle, understanding despite rapunzel’s spontaneuosness and jack’s mischievousness. we’ve seen them interacting with children and they’re so good at lifting their spirits up to have some fun and that there will always be a tomorrow.

and with their peers too. rapunzel lights up even the darkest of rooms, may it be like fireworks to bring joy or a campfire to warm one’s heart. jack meanwhile keeps things light when everyone else feels tense, easing others to relax and remember there’s always a way out

don’t forget the way they both sacrifice themselves for who they care for. like, they just do that, putting others first before them. that scene of saving eugene and baby tooth aaahhhhdjhdskdjkbkfjdkjf

and when everything comes crashing down and the world feels heavy on their shoulders, they both know they’re not alone with the other there for them.

maybe it’s the mutual understanding they have for each other after opening up, and finding a friend/partner/home through the connection they made together,

or they could be a push and pull that leads them to showing an unexpected side of the other, but in reality they always had it in them and all they needed was someone to show the way,

or how they complement each other, but they’re not two halves of a whole, no, rather they’re already whole themselves and they only reminded each other that they are,

or it’s simply because they don’t feel the need to put up walls or anything of the likes, because they know that no matter what they’ll be accepted for who they are.

opposites who have so much more in common than they originally thought

in another POV it could be because of how they give such partners in crime vibe. lowkey or highkey, take your pick. nothing would stop them from moving forward to a new tomorrow, or honestly whatever it is they put their minds to. 

and i am here for that

like i said in one of my posts, “They were a magnet for trouble, with the Sun being a free-spirited and vivacious fellow, and with the Moon’s knack for mischief and being a rebel without cause.” 

while both are adventurous, ready to explore whatever is out there, all the while just wanting to have some fun, they still balance each other out.

with jack usually ready to do what he needs/wants to do (which helps rapunzel to trust her gut and take the risk. that he’ll be there for her whenever she’s ready to step out of her comfort zone and jump away from her tower)

and with rapunzel knowing how to handle sticky situations properly (which reminds jack that not everything has to be done harshly and abruptly. that while freezing someone could be fun, it won’t solve things in the long run)

am i making sense? idek but you’re stuck with me lol but before i forget and i can’t believe i just remembered now. the way they can help fill in on what the other is missing 

rapunzel wants to see the world, what goes out there, with the people, society, and history i feel. and jack can take her to wherever she wants to go. hell, he’ll even surprise her and bring her to places he’d think she’ll like.

with his experiences, he’s bound to have an endless list of plans for them to go through and it’s no surprise that she’ll love it, and (him) his gesture, nonetheless

jack wants to be noticed by others, to be seen and heard for who he is. and rapunzel is such a welcoming person that she accepts him wholeheartedly. give him the love he was deprived of for years. 

reassure him that even he has a place to call home because why would he be excluded from that? he deserves it just as much as she and everyone else does

also i like to think they brainstorm ideas together

maybe it’s how they’re both game for an adventure, sudden or not, and this makes it easy for them to team up together and take on the world

or the feeling of familiarity as they click and everything flows naturally to them, where nothing is forced or uncomfortable between them

or how it’s like they can hold on to each other, knowing the other won’t let go no matter what because they’ll always have each other through the ups and downs

or it’s in their shared smiles, mischievous sparks in their eyes, moving together to the music of their synchronized heartbeats, as they step forward to the vast unknown

finding the ‘one’ who understands them inside out that they feel at home with them

i’ve said so many things and threw out so many brain rot, but what exactly is my final answer? 

it’s simple: who knows? now before you toss me aside, and i hope not lmao, lemme just say even with that kind of final verdict, you can still find beauty in it. 

you see, there’s so much more to explore and delve into with jackunzel because of their potential, that i don’t want to make a set answer for your question. i’d rather much help you, and anyone else wondering, to come to an answer yourself and maybe even share/discuss it with others.

i’m running out of brain juice, but i at least hope this helped satisfy your curiosity behind your question since this is all i can give… for now, maybe? who knows lmao 

tho i’ll be honest and admit i based these on how i feel about jackunzel. so if ever someone else out there wants to add more points they thought of, feel free to add on this