#i’ll finish this later im genuinely dying

[pinkpogiclub]

if you're up for it i would LOVE to hear a full account of your day yesterday, your videos were so great !!

Hi!! <3

I’m always really happy to yap about cycling so this isn’t a hardship at all! I hope you don’t mind me using your ask as a way to do just that! Thank you @tourmalet ❤️‍🩹🫶🏻

First of all! Let me preface this by saying that im really really lucky because my family has always been very into cycling (my grandpa used to cycle back in the forties and the fifties when Coppi and Bartali were racing and he passed his passion onto my dad, his son): they’re the literal best and the reason why im the way I am right now.

That being said, we never managed to be spectators for the Tour because it wasn’t as easy to reach as the Giro, always too far away: which is why we decided to go as soon as we learnt that the first stage of the tour would be starting here, it really was a no-brainer.

So we made a plan and yesterday morning we packed our backpacks and took my uncle’s car to one the final climbs of the stage, operating on stress levels that could have powered a jet engine. Anyways. Now, I’ve been to numerous Giros, but BOY was the atmosphere different yesterday: SO SO many people from different countries (a couple near us came all the way from the Czech Republic just to cheer on Jan Hirt, which he probably needed after what happened yesterday) and generally you could just tell something big was happening. We also spoke a bit with Alfio Vandi (now 69 years old) who was, back in 1976, the first rider to ever wear the white jersey during the Giro d’Italia: definitely trippy to think about him riding alongside Merckx, I’ll admit I was kind of starstruck lmao!

We then hiked a bit (like a couple of km’s, nothing major luckily) to get to the spot my father had in mind, the same one he always passes by whenever he rides that climb like every Sunday (love u dad). We waited there from 11am to 4:30pm-ish and, while the company was great (group of 70 year olds watching motogp and formula one on their phones, very loudly bitching and moaning about ferrari) the weather was just shit from start to finish. SO humid it felt like breathing in mist and also very very warm: just this fact alone made me genuinely wonder how the HELL the riders could bear it for more than 100 kms while I was almost dying just staying still and laying around 😭

And THEN. When riders started coming it was as if everyone there suddenly reverted back to their kids selves: people cheering and clapping and laughing, literal seventy year olds jumping up and down at the sight of jonas and tadej passing by them!!!!!! SO CUTE!!!!!!! I had promised myself not to be TOO biased but I started screaming WOUT!!!! as soon as I saw him (he kind of made a face at me? I think? Idk im choosing to believe he did) which also means I didn’t even see G, Remco, Egan and basically every other GC contender until I watched my videos back. Lmao, talk about tunnel vision. This also goes for Mathieu, who probably saw me cheering like a little kid, waving and all. Sorry pal💀

Jasper arrived later, almost alone, and I was the only one cheering for him for some reason? Beloved war criminal in criminal team ❤️ And how was I repaid for my love and affection? This bitch spat on my backpack!!!! DISMANTLE ALPECIN RN!!!!!!!!

While we were waiting for Mark (Cavendish) to get there the silence was SURREAL; there weren’t that many people there and so the only noises you could really hear were the bikes and some of the scattered riders talking amongst themselves. It was kind of insane, in the sense that I’ve always associated the tour with loud cheering and large crowds, but right then it was a very tangible and human experience, I don’t even know how to explain it. Very real, very raw.

Eventually Mark (and Fabio!) arrived and you could tell they were both exhausted beyond reason but were still, somehow, pushing on through. Mark used to be my absolute fave when I was a child so BET I cheered him on like there was no tomorrow. FORZA MARK FOREVER!!!!!!! (he also has a really cool bike and I was kind of giggling at him sporting a big ass 300k sponsor watch while clawing his way up that climb. Suffering in style I guess, slay)

Overall, the day was extremely tiring but SO worth it: I would do it again another hundred times and I genuinely think everyone should experience the tour at least once in their lifetime. I feel like it’s one of the very few instances where you can actually realise how INSANELY talented the pros are compared to “regular” people (just to put it into perspective: my father is by no means a pro cyclist, but they rode the same climb as him in a THIRD of the time. CRAZY). They withstand scorching heat, gruelling climbs and every sort of injury for three weeks straight, experiencing a level of fatigue i don’t think I could even imagine lmao (the way jonas and pogi were climbing was actually scary: literally riding like they were on a Sunday outing with their friends. Managed to shock my dad. 10/10).

So yeah, all of this to say: I had a lot of fun and I absolutely love this sport to bits. I really wish all of y’all moots could have been there with me, truly😮‍💨❤️‍🩹

NOW. I’m wrapping all of this up with a few bonuses:

- a guy from total energies, whose name I can’t figure out for the life of me, giving me his bottle for no apparent reason other than the fact that I was yelling at him to push cause the hardest part was done (love you king)

- gifted polka dot jersey tee thrown by sponsor bus

- a sunburn from hell I will probably feel for a week

- American woman sporting a GC Kuss shirt: QUEEN

- a beer and food truck near the summit: you wouldn’t believe the amount of people day-drinking themselves silly in 30+ degrees heat

- VAI PACEJ (which I guess is a combination of Pogačar and Tadej?)

- BINI!!!!!!!

- the view from where I was <3

Thank you all for listening, if you managed to stay up until here im giving you a big kiss on the forehead🫶🏻

[shotorozu]

HI AIDHAIHDHAJD I HOPE YOU’RE DOING WELL RN BUT I SAW THIS POST ON TIKTOK AND- BQKDHQIHAHA ITS SO FUNNY IF IT’S OKAY TO YOU CAN YOU PLEASE DO THAT ONE FOR KAMINARI, BAKUGO AND SHOTO 😭😭

IT’S JUST SO??? BAHAHAHAH THANK YOU THOUGHT ILY🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

(https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSJRWVY2g/)

giving them boxers with your face on them

(tiktok trend)

character(s) : kaminari denki, bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : fluff, crack (x reader)

note(s) : PLEASE I BURSTED INTO LAUGHTER WHEN I READ THE TITLE, AND IM NOT EVEN SUPPOSED TO LAUGH THAT MUCH 💀💀

no proof read— wrote this at 12am so,, if there are any mistakes, i’ll fix them later!

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kaminari denki

you saw a tiktok of someone giving their boyfriend a pair of boxers— but it had their face on it. so, you KNEW that you NEEDED to give this to denki.

beforehand, you asked his besties— sero and kirishima, to help you out on this tiktok. because,, if you asked someone else, it would’ve DEFINITELY been questioned (and obviously, they were willing to help)

but let’s be honest, when you told them what exactly you wanted to get done, they bursted into laughter 💀 and it took them 10 minutes to recover

it didn’t take long for you to receive the pair, and you also managed to conceal the pair of boxers with dark packaging. all that’s left is your boyfriend’s arrival

now— you’d think that denki would know about this new trend going around, but surprise! he doesn’t know 🗿

and even if he did know, i feel like he’d be caught off guard anyway— if you saw someone’s face on a piece of underwear, you would be surprised too

when you were setting up your phone (for the tiktok) that was when denki comes in, “hey Y/N! whatchu doing?”

“hi denki, look! i want you to open something i got you— and it’s custom made.” this sparks his interest no pun intended, and he hurries on to open it

and he is NOT DISAPPOINTED

he doesn’t even comment on the fact that your phone is out which he assumed was for tiktok and he bursts into uncontrollable laughter, practically snorting

“PLEEASEE WHY DO YOU HAVE YOUR FACE ON A PAIR OF BOXERS? I WASN’T EXPECTING THIS—” and he really meant that.

after you finished filming the tiktok, denki basically SPRINTED to the bathroom, so that he could wear the boxers 💀 he has to cherish your gifts as soon as he received them, right?

he’ll talk about them once in a while, “remember the time that you gave me those boxers? plEASE it’s still funny.”

the tiktok does incredibly well, and heck— it even came to the point where the tiktok’s sound went viral 💀 gathering 11k videos under that sound

bakugou katsuki

the idea never crossed your mind— and the tiktok didn’t show up on your fyp. but it did show up on kaminari’s fyp

you’d be scared because one, he’d scold you for spending too much money on ‘stupid pair of boxers’ which you worded in katsuki’s words

and two— this is bakugou katsuki 🧍 pranks and trends like these don’t really work on him, and you’re also scared of angering him?? you value NOT dying in the hands of an angry bakugou katsuki, okay?

but i don’t think that should be your concern anyway, the fact that you even managed to tame katsuki— was enough

back to the topic, kaminari basically dared you to give katsuki that because “he’d appreciate anything from his dearest s/o, riiigght?” and he’s not wrong

so, you receive the custom made boxers in the mail (with your face SLAPPED on it’s front) and you make sure to repackage the boxers

so that the wrapping would conceal the boxers’ print— and so that the surprise would be a tad bit more effective.

when you were discreetly setting your phone up for the tiktok, that was also when katsuki came from his daily workout routine

he’s just like 🤨 when he sees you all excited— and when he also sees the package

“what are you all excited about?” he’ll ask after pecking your lips,“idiot?? don’t tell me yo—”

“no, no! it’s for you, this time!” you reassure him, “i promise it’s not anything funny!” too bad katsuki believes you

he walks over, and immediately tears the wrapping— “what the,,” when he opens the package, he is NOT pleased 🧍

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?? YOU’RE GIVING ME BOXERS WITH YOUR FACE ON THEM??”

you just laughed out loud, rolling onto the floor in pure laughter— and katsuki can only stare at the boxers in shock, “you’re gonna wear them, right?”

“no, fuck no.” he’s so done with your shit

“aww pleaseee? those were expensive, AND they were custom made.” he’s so disappointed wjdnsjs

“i—” he sighs, “you’re lucky that i love you. i would’ve chucked this.. thing in the trashcan.”

it’s,,, the thought that counts for sure! he’ll probably wear them once in every blue moon though.

kaminari watches the tiktok, and ends up having the biggest field day— on the brighter side! your wallet isn’t that empty anymore.

if you’re curious about the tiktok’s results, it does well— it’s almost scary, considering how the tiktok blew up FAST

todoroki shouto

pleaseeee 💀🖐

now,, shouto would’ve thought that you wanted to gift those boxers to him GENUINELY. like,, sincerely

not like a gag gift, but more like a “oh hey shouto! i saw these boxers while shopping, and i thought these would look great on you.”

and you’d also think that shouto would’ve gotten a lot more used to the social thing— in a way, he has.

but,, boxers with YOUR face on them??? that wasn’t in the run through, tf

you were shopping online for clothes, when you suddenly got the greatest idea to surprise your boyfriend with a pair of boxers—

that had your face on them 💀

you don’t actually mean to tease him, but you’re just really curious on how he’d react to seeing the boxers (and if he’d actually wear them)

you place your phone in a not so obvious area— but it was also high enough to capture his reaction. when you get the boxers, they actually came in black packaging so,, less trouble!

“hey love,” he greets you with a quick kiss on the lips— and he quickly notices the black package that sat right next to you. “what’s that?”

“oh, speaking of which—” you hold out the box, “open it!”

and shouto is like,, hmm.. because you didn’t tell him what exactly the gift was, but either way— anything from you would be worth the suspense im sorry, but you’re just trying your best to hold yourself back

when he opens the package, he’s surprised to see what appears to be shorts, but when he unfolds the pair of ‘shorts’

😯 “is that..” he’s at a loss for worrd, completely BAFFLED at the sight of your face on a pair of boxers. out of all of the things he was expecting, it,, wasn’t this

YOU JUST CAN’T HELP BUT LAUGH AT THE FACT THAT HE’S LIKE 😯 ➡️🧍

shouto’s so confused, because why are you laughing? was this not genuine? is this not a social cue he doesn’t understand? why would he not like them??

but he’s surprised for sure, so he does laugh, “Y/N, i’d appreciate anything you’d give me. so, this was not any exception— but this was certainly the most interesting gift you have given me.”

setting all of jokes aside, he takes good care of the boxers— commenting on how he doesn’t want to tarnish the fabric, or the print of your astonishing face.

he wears them when he’s not going anywhere 🗿 so occasionally, you’d catch a glimpse of those boxers in the laundry—

he’s not very shy about it, since “you gifted me them so.. i’m using them.”

when you posted the tiktok, it does extremely well— and it mostly consisted of comments like “LMAO WE KNOW HOW MUCH YOU WANTED TO LAUGH” “he was genuinely surprised lmaooo”

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[jimlingss]

(sorry my tumblr app glitched so im not sure if this was sent twice) taking a chance for the requests! how about a seokjin or namjoon arranged marriage au with this: “Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.” 🎄 happy holidays!!

↳ Playground Promises

1.9k || 100% Light Fluff || Kim Seokjin

The bell rings.

Moments later, children are sprinting from the doors and flooding the playground. You watch in fondness as some climb the monkey bars while others sit and dig into the sandbox. All of them were forging their first friendships they’ll remember forever and you were their witness.

This is one of your favourite times of day. You enjoy seeing the kids have their fun, listening to their laughter and giggles, watching their games of tag to play pretend. But today, your enjoyment is interrupted by a certain male teacher that comes to stand behind you.

Tall. Dark. And handsome. His broad shoulders carry the weight of the third-grade class and practically the entire elementary school. But you’d never admit that out loud.

“It’s a bit chilly out today. You should’ve brought your coat with you.”

You hum.

Every staff member, married and single, swoons over Kim Seokjin. It’s hard not to. But if others knew what your relationship was with him, you’re sure you’d never hear the end of it. The kids would make a big fuss and so would all the staff and faculty, and you’d rather avoid that.

“I didn’t know you were on playground duty today.”

“I switched with Sana,” he says and leans over to smile. “Thought you could use some company.”

You scoff. “She’s perfectly fine company.”

The corner of his plump lip pulls. “If you want to talk about the mathletes program. And I’m pretty sure you don’t.”

Before you can respond, a boy approaches the two of you with pink cheeks and wind-swept hair. “Mr. Kim, can I go to the bathroom?” the third-grader asks in the midst of catching his breath and the older man nods.

“Go ahead. But don’t run in the hallway, Lucas.” 

Said boy grins and dashes off.

Seokjin turns to you and lowers his voice. “My mom’s been asking about the kids.”

Your brows furrow. “Why? They’re a good bunch.”

“No.” He shakes his head. “I don’t mean your class’ kids, I mean our kids.”

You blink owlishly. “There are no our kids.”

“That’s the problem.”

You sigh and roll your eyes. “Wasn’t getting married enough for them?”

Seokjin shrugs with a faint, mischievous smile. “They want to go out for brunch with your parents this Sunday. Are you free?”

“When am I not free?” you retort lightly, but slip your phone out of your pocket to check your calendar anyhow. Seokjin glances over to your screen and once you finish, you slip it back into your pocket. “I have some marking to do, but I’ll probably finish by then.”

“Okay.” The pair of you turn back to continue monitoring the children playing and you’re glad to revel in the silence that’s been created between you. But after a beat, Kim Seokjin pipes up again. You don’t know why you’re surprised. He’s quite the talkative guy. “Hey, Y/N.”

You look over and he meets your eye.

He asks, “Am I your lock screen?”

Your face heats. If you were once cold, now you were warm from head to toe. “You weren’t supposed to see that,” you mumble. It was just a picture from the other day and you wanted to change things up on your phone. You had nothing else to use. It was convenient. That’s it.

Your entire relationship with him is built on convenience. At least...on his side it is.

Still, Seokjin grins and fortunately, he doesn’t tease.

You rush to change the subject. “A-Anyway, yeah, Sunday works for me. But we should probably talk about this after work.”

“Why? No one’s around.” His smile is spread from ear to ear and he leans in, whispering, “Are you that scared of people finding out we’re married?”

Immediately, you whip your head in all directions. Luckily, there’s no kid or nosy faculty member. You turn back to him, glaring. “I already said, I like to keep my private life under wraps.”

“I remember. But if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were embarrassed of me.”

You scoff and a murmur unintentionally spills out of you, “That’s impossible.”

You don’t notice Seokjin’s smile.

It’s been three months since you got married. It was a summer wedding. More importantly, it was an arranged marriage. And not because you were both wealthy and needed to be wedded to get the inheritance under some arbitrary contract rule or because it was your grandmother’s dying wish. No. You live a much more mundane, normal life than the dramas, movies and books.

It was your mom who threw a fuss. She was scared you’d be alone and unmarried, an old maid like your aunt — you didn’t say it, she just heavily implied it. But following her practically senile meltdown, you agreed. Partly to appease her worries and partly just out of curiosity.

You always wanted to get married. And deep down, you always wanted your own kids. But at the rate you were going, you had a feeling you wouldn’t be able to meet someone on your own.

What you didn’t expect on that blind date was for the other person to be Kim Seokjin, third grade teacher. Down the hall from you at the school. Someone across the room every lunchtime. Your dads were apparently long time colleagues, but Jin was still as equally shocked as you were during that first meeting. Yet, he easily agreed to getting married when you brought it up. Even when it was only after two months of occasionally seeing one another outside of your workplaces.

You still don’t know why he said yes.

“Ms. L/N!”

You’re torn out of your trance by a little girl at your knees. 

She pouts. “Jennie won’t let me play on the slide!”

“Did you ask her to share?”

“Yes!”

Before any more can be said, she drags you over and Seokjin trails after you. There’s another girl with brown braided hair climbing on the slide, and she swivels her head over as the two of you approach, eyes the size of saucers. 

“Are you taking turns, Jennie?” you ask her, and she vigorously nods.

“I am!”

“Well, you’ve been on it for a while. How about Lisa takes a turn next.”

“Okay,” she draws out and gets off of the slide before turning to her friend. “Here you go.”

It’s always little problems you have to solve — from sharing to knee scrapes and monkey bar accidents. Sometimes it’s difficult for the children to compromise, difficult for them to apologize and difficult for you to find a good solution. But you undoubtedly wish your own issues were this simple.

While you’re stuck in your thoughts, you miss Jin watching you fondly. 

“You’re good with kids,” he says as you move out of the way of running children and walk back to the perimeter.

“I wouldn’t be doing this job if I wasn’t. But I deal with older kids much better.” There’s a reason you teach fifth graders and not any lower than that. Seokjin knows it too.

“Remember when we had to supervise that kindergarten class together?”

You shudder. “It was a nightmare.”

“You weren’t that bad,” he tries to say but then laughs. You feign a glare, and he adds on, “Okay. I’m sorry, but I still mean it. It’s not as terrible as you thought. You’d make a good mom.” 

At that, your glare vanishes in favour of furrowing brows. You really shouldn’t, but you can’t help it when curiosity pries — so you break your own rule against discussing private matters at work. 

“Do you want my kids?”

Seokjin is wide-eyed and he turns to you. “Why not? We’re married.”

“Yeah….but…”

“But? Do you not want kids?” 

“No! I definitely want them,” you declare, almost a bit too boldly. He nods and you explain, “It’s just...I don’t know if you’re serious.”

Seokjin blinks. “I’m being perfectly serious.”

“I mean I don’t know if we’re serious.” You add, “Enough to have kids.”

“What’s more serious than being married?” Jin has a genuinely inquisitive and amused expression, head quirked to the side. 

You inhale a sharp breath and his gaze coaxes you to go on, so you do. “It’s just that you agreed so quickly to be married to me. It doesn’t….feel real. I don’t know if you wanted to marry me, if you did it on a whim, if this is some kind of joke—”

He frowns. “This isn’t a joke, Y/N. I wanted to marry you.”

Your mouth hangs open. Your eyes are rounded.

“Wh—”

“Mrs. L/N!” You’re interrupted by your fifth-grader, Park Jimin. He sprints to you, huffing and puffing, before leaning his hands onto his knees to catch his breath. “Have you seen Taehyung?! We’re playing tag!”

“No, I haven’t.”

Jin suddenly points to the left. “He went that way.”

Jimin books it.

Silence fills the spaces between you and Seokjin again, but it isn’t like normal. It’s filled with unanswered questions and the suspenseful cliffhanger of an unfinished conversation. The laughter of kids on the playground and field resound around you, but for the first time, you don’t listen to it. 

It fades into the background as you turn to Seokjin, wanting to know more. “What did you just say?”

The man smiles softly. “You have to know.”

“I don’t,” you assert. “So tell me.”

“I’ve always liked you.”

You blink and he continues, “Since you substituted for the art teacher and I saw you squirt red paint all over yourself. It’s something I couldn’t forget. Plus, the way you draw those stick people.” Seokjin laughs heartily and you’re trapped in your spot, unsure of how to react or what to say. He reads your expression and softens. “Did you really think I would rush into a marriage if I didn’t have feelings for you?”

“I…” Your mouth is agape. “I don’t know. Why did we never talk about this?”

Seokjin shrugs. “You never asked and I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable if you didn’t feel the same way. I knew you married me for convenience.”

“That’s not true,” you retort within a beat. This whole time, you thought he married you for convenience sake. But it wasn’t entirely like that for you.

Seokjin’s eyes are big and you swallow down your embarrassment. “Isn’t it obvious every single breathing person loves you? It’s hard not to.”

Slowly but surely, a grin spreads into Seokjin’s puffy cheeks and he’s smiling from ear to ear again. “Well, you’re very good at hiding it then.”

Suddenly, the bell rings.

All the children reluctantly climb off the equipment, some dusting their hands while others grabbing their friends, and they rush into their lineups. There’s a few stranglers lugging their legs while groaning. But busy in their small playground worlds, no one turns around to notice you leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss to Seokjin’s mouth. It’s shy and brief, like the first peck exchanged between two for the first time. And you pull away just as fast, lips left tingling.

“We can continue this later, Mr. Kim.”

You stride off while Seokjin’s left smiling. After a breathless moment, he chases after you like children who have just made promises of their first love on the playground.

[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

Deviating from game mechanics a bit for the sake of pain/drama, but hopefully that's a worthy enough cause... How about, an Impostor stabs Tango and leaves him for dead, but due to some glitch or stroke of (luck? bad luck?), Tango doesn't die right away. Through the pain and the confusion of absorbing what just happened, he manages to survive just long enough to tell somebody who the killer is...or not quite long enough to get the words out. You decide. :)

i genuinely think you read my mind LMAO bc i was writing something very similar to this but with different people involved, so thank you bc now i get to explore a different idea with those people :D /gen

...

It’s near the end of the round and there’s a lot of crewmates left. One imposter has already been ejected, so Tango feels more comfortable going into navigation by himself than usual. He usually tries to get a buddy to come with him to either electrical or navigation, or the “kill-spots” as he calls them. But this time, he doesn’t feel as nervous as usual. His chance of getting killed here has halved after the last meeting.

As he finishes his download and heads over to the console to do the stabilise steering task. Footsteps catch his ears and he glances over to find someone he believes to be a friend entering the room.

“Oh hey, Impulse. Can you-.”

But he never finishes his sentence.

Impulse’s dagger strikes Tango in the stomach, causing him to choke in shock and pain. He drops to his knees, his hands automatically flying to cover the wound. His stomach is wet and sticky under his touch.

He closes his eyes, letting himself flop against the wall. The pain is immense and he just wants it to stop.

But it doesn’t.

Seconds tick by.

A minute.

Three minutes.

He’s still here.

Why hasn’t he died yet? This has never happened before.

After what feels like years, he forces his eyes open and slowly pushes himself upwards. If he’s not going to die and nobody’s coming to help him, then all he can do is go find help for himself.

Keeping his left hand pressed against his wound, Tango uses the wall to drag himself to the door, leaving smudged bloodstains in his wake.

The journey from navigation towards cafeteria is long and arduous, not least because Tango’s addled brain has to concentrate on so many things: putting one foot in front of the other, remembering to breathe, keeping his hand clamped tightly around his leaking wound, making sure he’s watching where he’s going.

He makes it into the corridor just between weapons and cafeteria before his strength fails and he collapses against the wall. As he glances back the way he came, he can see a long trail of blood from navigation. Maybe that will alert someone to his presence.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, he hears pounding footsteps and a familiar voice calling his name.

Through his flickering vision, he sees Evil kneel down beside him, staring in horror at the blood covering Tango’s clothes and abdomen.

He tries to speak, but he can’t quite manage any words.

“Tango, stay with me!” Evil says urgently. “Stay with me!”

Tango knows he can’t stay awake much longer, so he pours all his remaining energy into opening his mouth and trying to croak out the name of his killer.

Evil turns his head to the side and yells, “I NEED HELP HERE! SOMEONE HELP!”

Within seconds, Brody appears from around the corner and dashes to Evil’s side. “Oh my god, what happened?!”

“I don’t know, I-I just found him like this. There’s a trail of blood from navigation, so I-I think he’s been like this for a while.”

“How is this possible? When someone gets stabbed or shot, they die within seconds. How has this happened?”

“I don’t know, but-.”

Tango coughs. “Im…”

“He’s trying to say something.” Brody grips Tango’s shoulder. “Save your strength, Tango. We’re gonna get you through this.”

But Tango knows that’s not true. So he reaches out for Evil’s hand and grasps it weakly, trying to convey the importance of his message. “Im… Impu…” he manages to choke out.

The effort drains Tango’s remaining strength. His head tilting slightly to the side, he lets out a final shallow breath and his hand drops to the floor.

“Oh God…” Evil murmurs, staring in shock at the blood on his hand.

“Are you okay?” Brody asks quietly.

Evil takes a deep breath. “I’ll be fine for now. But you heard that too, right? He was trying to say Impulse’s name.”

“He was. Impulse must be the imposter.”

“But are we allowed to use this knowledge?”

Brody glances at him. “What do you mean?”

“I mean this has never happened before,” Evil explains. “Like you said, people normally die within seconds. Nobody’s ever been able to survive long enough to tell us who the killer is. So are we allowed to use Tango’s dying words as evidence against Impulse?”

Brody thinks about this for a moment, before checking his tablet. “It looks like we’ve only got one or two tasks left, so…”

As if on cue, the taskbar fills up and the game finishes.

When he reappears back in the lobby, Tango stays in his seat, lifting up his shirt just to check that his wound is gone, just like he always does when he dies during a round. He feels perfectly normal, apart from the beginnings of a headache at the very back of his head.

His stomach is clear and unblemished.

Dropping his shirt, he hops up from his seat and is immediately grabbed in a hug from either side by Evil and Brody.

“Tango, are you okay, buddy?” Brody asks.

Tango nods. “Yeah, all good. Why?”

Brody and Evil exchange a frown. “What do you mean?” the latter says slowly. “We saw you bleed to death in front of us.”

“Wait, really?” Tango also frowns. “I don’t remember that. Impulse stabbed me, and that’s the last thing I remember. Pretty normal.”

As Evil opens his mouth again, Brody quickly says, “Okay, good, give us a second please, thanks.”

He draws Evil away to the other side of the lobby and lowers his voice. “Okay, this is weird. Tango doesn’t remember anything unusual happening. If it was some kind of glitch that caused Tango to not die straight away, then it also must’ve erased his memory of it.”

“Then why do we remember?” Evil responds.

“I don’t know, but this is kinda worrying. Keep an eye out for anything like this happening again in future, okay? Even if you’re the imposter, just come to me if you can and let me know. I’ll do the same even if I’m imposter.”

Evil nods. “Will do. Hopefully it won’t happen again, though.”

Brody glances back at Tango, who’s now chatting happily with Impulse. The memory of Tango bleeding out on the floor right in front of him is fresh in his mind. This may be a game about death but that was new. That was deeply unsettling. And even though Tango doesn’t seem to remember the incident, Brody would rather not have him or anyone else go through that again.

“Yeah. Hopefully.”

[miiracleangel]

Shake ass pt. 2

~Karasuno 2nd and 3rd year edition~

~Karasuno 1st years ➪ Nekoma Edition~

Tanaka, Nishinoya, Daichi, Sugawara and Jesu- i mean Asahi

i need to restrain myself from calling nishinoya nishinolla and sugawara sugarilla bcs of tiktok

❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎

Tanaka

oh this bitch wouldn’t even hesitate

“if i have to, then you have to as well” he says laid back against your couch, arm around your shoulder. smooth boi vibes

“why do I have to do it?” you question him, looking at him sideways.

“BECAUSE WHAT IF YOURE THE ONE CHEATING AND YOURE TRYING TO DISTRACT ME” he screams, jumping up and down on your couch.

“okok OKAY you animal i’ll do it” you say. This was meant to prank your boyfriend never did you think he would turn the tables on you and make you shake ass.

He gets up from the couch, he looks at you, confusion written on his face. “what bitch” you giggled at him earning a smile from him. “where’s my dance music you pain in the ass? You’re making me do this and i have to do this right”

“you wanted to do this ryu-“ “ that’s not the point where’s my music, gimmie some ppcocaine”

you nose scrunch “dawg shes trash” you tell him. “dawg you want some ass or not” he says back shrugging his shoulders up.

he’s right..so you sigh at his antics and put on a song and the moment he feels the beat..his megan knees activate.

he takes off his shirt throwing it to the side and genuinely shakes ass perfectly like hes born to do it. no movement just straight ass.

you drop your jaw “how ho-“ he shushes you with a kiss to your nose.

pulls you from your sitting position and brings your ass to his crouch, your back against his chest. Hands on your hips and bends you forward.

he bends down, lips to your ear. “shake some ass for me” he whispers.

Nishinoya

NISHINOLLAAA

You’re laying in your boyfriends bed scrolling through tiktok until you come across a video of a woman.

“if he doesn’t send you a video of him shaking his ass he’s cheating on you” and the video cuts off to her husband throwing it back to prove his innocence. which gave you a beautiful idea.

“YUUUUUU” you scream jumping off his bed to run across his house. “Y/NNNNNNNN” he screams from the kitchen running back to you until you meet in the hallway.

“oh hey what’s up” he says casually. you laugh at his antics.

“are you cheating on me?” you ask with a smol pout.

he looks at you with pure shock “wha- what never baby why would you ever think that? i wub you” you says pouting back at you, kissing your pouty lips.

“can you prove it” you ask, still “pouting”

“I’ll do anything baby cakes just tell me what i have to do” he says determined to make his baby smile again.

you erase your pout and hit him with the straightest face hes ever seen “throw it back for me then.”

“throw what back?” he asks confused

“....twerk for me small fry” “OHHH” he yells “don’t call me small fry i’m big where it matters”

“yes your heart” you kiss him. “i was actually gonna say my di-“ you interrupt him with a kiss “just shake your ass if you’re not cheating”

“NO PROBLEM” he says as he jumps, spread his legs apart, hands on his hips and starts hardcore twerking terribly.

he gets back up with a jump “was that good” he says panting with a smile on his face.

you smile back “yes my love” you share a kiss before he lands a hard smack on your ass.

“YOURE TURN”

Daichi

y’all see his ass in that gif? immaculate

“Ready to go Darling?” you hear your boyfriend ask behind you as your turn around and nod your head.

He takes your hand and you both walk hand in hand back to his place from school.

“Thanks for waiting until after practice you didn’t have to” he says kissing your hand.

“It’s fine i finished my homework in the library” you say leaning your head on him. Until an idea came into your head of a tiktok you saw while waiting for your sweet boyfriend.

“Daichi”

“y/n my love”

“You love me right?”

“Last time I checked yes, why?”

“If you love me and never cheated on me, you have to prove it” you say stopping to look at him in the face to show you mean business.

“Okay aaand how do I do that?” he says laughing stopping to stare back at you.

“You have to shake your ass fo-“

He turns around to rub and shake his ass on your side and turns to face you.

you stare at him with wide eyes as he laughs at your cute expression and plants a kiss on your forehead.

“You sent me the tiktok earlier but nice try my love” he says grabbing your hand and giving you a soft kiss to your lips.

You stand there in awe like

this mf doesn’t miss

not once

“When we get home maybe i’ll give you more of a show” he says pulling you along to his house.

Sugawara

widdle suga plum

“So let me make sure i’m hearing correctly”

“Okay”

“You want ME”

“Yes”

“To shake MY ASS”

“Yes”

“To prove to you i’m not cheating”

“correct “

Sugawara just stares at you, looks around for any hidden cameras in your kitchen, and then back at you. “You’re joking”

“No Koshi i’m not i’m genuinely concerned and I need this” you say bitting your lip to bite off a smile.

“but the cookies” he starts moving his hand to point at the cookies in the oven that you both were making.

“the cookies can wait this is important Koshi” you start to pout, “pwease” you give him his one weakness: the puppy eyes.

he groans. “After this you better eat my ass” you laugh at your boyfriends remark and play a random song off your phone waiting for him to bend it over and bounce that ass back when-

“KOSHI WHY ARE YOU GETTING ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER?!”

He screams back “YOU WANTED SOME ASS IM GONNA PUT ON A SHOW”

he starts very dramatic movements of his hips. You’re pretty sure Meg Thee Stallion would be appalled at the sight but you laugh until-

the Mf slips on some discarded cookie dough and falls off the counter.

“OH MY GOD KOSHI” you scream running to his side after turning off the music.

“i’m fine i’m fine” he says in a laugh.

you sigh at the relief. “I wish i had that on video” you whine into his shoulder.

He kisses the top of your head. “Me too” he laughs.

“so you gonna eat my ass now?”

Asahi

As soon as you brought it up his face was just like the one in the gif.

“Shake my ass?” he says nervously

“Yes baby to prove your undying love to me “

“Are you gonna give me a little show to show YOURE undying love to ME?” he asks.

“this isn’t about me Asahi it’s about you and your ass”

Hes at practice, currently in the club room alone and is staring at your cute face through the phone.

He nervously looks around “b- Baby idk maybe later when i’m alone or when we are together i ca-“

“So what i’m hearing IS you don’t love me and you’re cheating on me”

“WHA- no no baby no i- ugh fine” he sets up his camera on the locker in the club room and starts wiggling his ass at the phone until the rest of the team starts walking in”

“WHAT ARE Y-“ you hear Nishinoya until you see your boyfriends face and the call ends.

You’re dying in a fit of laughter at the fact your big scary boyfriend got caught and is in shambles until you hear a ding from your phone.

it’s Asahi

“They’re coming for me send help i’m dying”

then another ding comes from your phone.

It’s Sugawara

“Please tell me you screen recorded that”

Safe to say Asahi will never answer your facetime calls ever again.

[moon-goddess-posts]

Hi I saw your requests were open and I’d like to request maybe Kaeya comforting his s/o once they’re rejected from the knights of favonious. They’ve tried really hard to get accepted but got rejected for some reason.

Hi! I'm so sorry it took long to answer your request 😭😭 school has been pretty rough and my motivation has been dying but here it is!

Kaeya comforting s/o

Hurt/comfort, fluff, slight angst, slightly suggestive 🤨

You trained so hard for this day, practiced everything from knightly poses to helping the city as much as you could for hardly any pay. Some told you it was over working but you desperately wanted to be accepted. You wanted to continue helping others and you longed for the next step of that. But life wasn't always fair. You were on your way to try outs, people cheered for you with their hearts believing you were more than capable to become a knight. Excitement filled your bones and nervousness kicked in as you were greeted with the Knights of Favionus doors.

With giving everything you've got in the try outs, you were sure you'd be able to get accepted. You worked so hard right? Had the gods witnessed your hard work as well? Walking back home, so many thoughts raced through your head. Days went by waiting for a note, you never gave up on waiting for a response and you dreamed of wearing the uniforms and going on so many missions. Even possibly working with your boyfriend the calvary captain, Kaeya. You had met during your practice on becoming a knight and he was impressed to say the least.

Finally after a week of waiting, a letter came in. Reality kicked in as you read the note.

"We would like to inform you that unfortunately the Knights of Favionus believed you didn't meet the requirements to become a knight. We were impressed by your mastery of your swordsmanship but it was not what we were looking for. Please don't be discouraged, there are always other try outs being hosted.

Thank you for your hard work

-Knights of Favionus"

"What...?" Confusion and sorrow began creeping in. Had this been a mistake? But your name had been at the beginning so it couldn't have been.

"Was I really not good enough?" You had worked so hard for this opportunity, had they turned a blind eye to what you've been doing? Tears started seeping out of your eyes and you didn't hold them back. So many thoughts raced through your head to the point of insanity. You were laughing hysterically as tears slipped down your face. You wanted to rip your hair out, all that training, all that practice, all those times Kaeya trained with you, the times he believed in you. It was for nothing. All of it was for nothing. Laughs turned into loud sobs, into cracked whimpers and weeps. How would you face everyone now?

You didn't leave your house for several days, completely ignoring the fact that there was people out there who need your help, who wanted to see you. Knocks were at your door but you didn't bother to answer until your heard a particularly familiar voice.

"Kaeya, he can't see me like this! Not when I'm such a wreck!"

"Hey its me Kaeya, please open your door. I know what happened and im really worried about you," his voice wasn't like usual, it had a mix of sadness and worry.

"G-give me a second please!" You rushed to the bathroom to try and freshen up, making sure he didn't notice how puffy your eyes were. You opened the door and saw kaeya, you wanted to cry again, cry into his arms, but you held in your tears.

"I'm here now..." was the only thing he said before pulling you into a tight embrace. You couldn't help but cry again, but this time it was comforting. You felt safe as you let someone finally help you, maybe that was what you were missing. The ability to ask for help in difficult situations. All this time you had thought being a knight was only helping and protecting others, but you also lacked the trust for them to have your back as well. More tears flowed out like a faucet at that realization.

Kaeya didn't dare speak a word as you both embraced each other for some time. You didn't notice being carried until you felt the familiar sensation of your bed.

"Kaeya...I dont know what to do...I worked so hard for it, I wanted to work with you as well, I wanted to help people more," choked sobs came out and Kaeya rubbed your back.

"Becoming a knight is just a title. I recognized your hard work, and so many others have. Jean was the one who made the decision, i'll talk to her about it tomorrow."

"N-no its fine i just...I dont know, was I not good enough?" You gripped his shirt.

"You were and will always be good enough my love, you've done so many good things for this city and you're so humble about it too. Even without being a knight, so many others see you as one." You were glad for Kaeya's reassurance, the tears started to slow down and you started to get sleepy.

"Stay here i'll get you water ok?"

"Mmhm..." you let him go and started getting under the covers. Few minutes later he came back with the water and some of your favorite snacks.

"Would you mind sitting up for me?" You followed his instructions and grabbed the cup of water gulping it down.

"Would you like to eat these snacks or get out of the house and order something from Good Hunter?" You've been stuck in your house for almost a week and you longed for fresh air.

"I wanna go outside." He gave you a warm smile and nodded his head.

"I'm gonna go take a shower and get ready"

"Alright ill be here if you need anything, I love you darling" Kaeya said genuinely, which made you blush.

"I-love you too," you rushed to the bathroom and he chuckled

Freshly out of the shower, you grabbed a new pair of clothes and it felt weird being in something other than pajamas. As you were about to put your shirt on you heard a knock.

"Ah, dont come in im not done changing yet!" Kaeya didn't listen though and barged in anyway.

"Kaeya! I told you not to come in!" You were blushing profusely.

"Hm? Whats wrong? No need to be shy, I've seen it all before" he smirked and walked toward you.

"Thats not the point!" He didn't seem to stop coming towards you while you covered yourself with the shirt you were about to put on. You slowly felt his hands creep over you waist and you flinched from the cold sensation.

"You always feel so warm," he whispered in your ear, now his hands going up further and his lips on your neck.

"Kaeya...I thought we were going out..."

"Haha we are, I just missed you too much. I'll be done soon..." you felt his smile on your neck and you closed your eyes. His hands, his lips, his voice, it made you realize how much you missed him too. You hung on to him waiting for Kaeya to be done with his little shenanigan. His hands and lips left your body suddenly which made you whine and he laughed.

"Shall we get going? Oh right, you still have to get dressed" he snickered.

"GET OUTT!" you shoved him out the door and he still kept laughing. You hated but loved his teasing. He hadn't even kiss your lips but you already felt so hot all over. As you put on your shirt, you hoped he'd give you more after dinner. Once you were fully dressed, you walked out the door with Kaeya.

"You look absolutely stunning" kaeya kiss your hand and you rolled your eyes, you loved him anyway.

"You better finish where you left off after you take me out." You looked at him in the eye and a smile tugged at his lips.

"Oh? After you were so embarrassed back there? Will you be able to handle it?" You playfully punched his shoulder and he laughed out.

"Are you done?" You said

"Yes yes, let's get going for real" he smiled and took your hand. You smiled back already forgetting what had happened to you.

[scorsoneamelia]

Can you write something where Amelia is taking care of everyone, Scout, Maggie, Mer etc and she comes home and she is sad and when Link asks her what is wrong she tells him she’s burned out and she can’t help but think that everyone around her keeps dying Derek, Deluca, Christopher, etc and he tells her that he will always be there for her and maybe he does a nice romantic gesture. Basically I want some fluffy amelink please thanks so much I love your writing. Stay safe!

 honestly im kind of disappointed in this :((((( i have been working on it for three days tho and i keep promising that i’ll post so here it is!!!!

          Exhausted. Mentally and physically, Amelia was drained. There’s been too much on her plate, Scout, Meredith’s kids, Meredith, Andrew, her own thoughts and her addiction was slowly starting to creep back in. She feels like she hasn’t slowed down in months and she’s tired. Maggie had come down with the common cold, causing her to be stuck in a bedroom because there was a pandemic. It’s not covid, Amelia. I was tested. But they lived with 4 children, there was no risking anything, so Maggie isolated herself in her own bedroom. Whenever there was food made, (if Amelia was actually able to cook something edible) she’d have to deliver it to Maggie’s room. Meredith was still in the hospital, she was awake but she couldn’t come home yet so her nieces and nephew was still her responsibility.

           Link had been occasionally going to Jo’s house with a bottle of wine, or some hard liquor that they’d usually finish in a few hours because he was coping and because he’s “not in recovery.” Something that Amelia couldn’t do because she was an “alcoholic.” So even though Link was stressed out he still had an outlet, an unhealthy one some would argue, but he would leave the house to hangout with a friend to get the edge off.

            Amelia had just gotten back from visiting Owen, (mostly to help Teddy) because after another tragedy they lost Andrew DeLuca, causing Post Traumatic Stress Disorder for Teddy because it brought back memories of Allison, the love of her life. Owen was being insensitive and Amelia would be the first one to call him out on it. It caused a lot for Amelia too, the pandemic, taking care of everyone else and never getting a chance to breathe and focus on herself which was causing her addiction to creep back in, losing a good friend due to a horrific tragedy, all of the stress, she just couldn’t handle it. Seeing Teddy in that state only reminded her of everyone she lost too, and it made her sad. It seemed like everyone around her was dying, everyone she considered a friend was either dead or was dying.

            Everyone around her always dies. Her father, her best friend, her boyfriend, her baby, her brother, Meredith almost left her too and one of her coworkers, her friend, also died. Now the help that she got from Maggie wasn’t there because she was in isolation. Link was drinking at Jo’s and Amelia refused to bring it up to him again considering the last time she said anything it caused a fight, resulting in Link leaving the house.

            The kids were all in bed, Scout being the last one to be put down because he was extra cranky today, it felt like all he did today was cry and it seemed like on some days that’s all he could do, no matter what she did for him. Babies are hard work and she knew that, but she was burnt out. She never understood how Meredith did this with three kids.

           A long and exhausted sigh came out of her mouth as she plopped down onto the couch, bringing both hands to her face to run them through her hair. Her life has changed so much, ever since Christopher she never imagined having another baby, she feels guilty for loving Scout and she almost feels like it replaced her love for Christopher.

          The front door was being pushed open and Link was walking in, taking his black jacket off and then they made eye contact. She didn’t say anything to him, she just adverted her eyes down into her lap, her hands resting in them. A soft cry escaped her lips and her face was being put into her hands, cries slowly making their way out of her throat.

         “What’s wrong?” Link immediately asked, sitting next to her and placing a hand on her shoulder in a comforting way. His voice was soft and he sounded concerned.

          “I’m just,” she sniffled, bringing a hand up to her face to wipe off the tears. “So tired. I feel like everyone around me is dying and I’m exhausted.”

           Immediately after, Link stood from the couch, quickly making his way over to the staircase. “I’m going to run you a warm bath and you’re going to relax, it’s what you need right now.” Before Amelia could interject, he was already up the stairs and moments later she heard the faint sound of watering running and filling up the bath tub. So, she followed, meeting him in the bathroom, tears still wetting her cheeks. 

          “You need a minute to just relax and breathe,” he placed his hands on her shoulders and rubbed them, the friction making her warm. “You’ve been doing so good with the kids and Scout, you deserve this.” 

            A small warm smile tugged at the corners of her lips and her blue eyes looked into his matching blue eyes, both of their eyes trailing down to each other’s lips. Their kiss was soft and gentle, like it was their first kiss and it was just what she needed. “Thank you.” She whispered softly before they kissed once more before he left the bathroom, pulling the door closed behind him so that she could have some privacy and so she could relax. 

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            She had come downstairs, a loose pair of baggy pants hanging off of her hips with a loose t-shirt on and her hair was damp. Link thought she looked beautiful, he knows he’s in love with her. To prove that, he had set up a bed in front of the fireplace, there was lots of blankets and pillows, all of her favorite kind of snacks (doughnuts too, cause Link loved them) spread out on the floor. The wood in the fireplace was burning, making a crack and pop sound every so often and the house was quiet and warm.  

          “Link,” she breathed, walking closer to see the set-up he made for her. “What’s all this?”

          “I just wanted you to have a good night, just the two of us.” He was already laying down on his side on top of the mountain of blankets, using his arm to prop himself up. “Breathe and relax. You’re so stressed out, you need to relax more.” 

            She joined him, the heat from the fireplace immediately warming her body. Both of them reached for a doughnut, trying to put as much of it into their mouths as they could, it was something they’ve always done it somehow became their thing. But everytime they both end laughing too hard and one of them always almost chokes on it, or one nearly spits it out. Both of them were laughing now, genuine smiles taking over their faces that even reached their eyes. 

            “I just want you to know,” Link said once their laughs subsided, his hand reaching for hers and letting her soft fingers intertwine with his. “I know everything feels overwhelming right now and everything sucks. But, I just wanted to let you know that I will always be here for you, I’m not going anywhere. I love you, Amelia. You have me, I’ve got you. Everything is going to be okay.” 

            Her smile was warm, her grip on his hand getting tighter and she was moving closer to him. “I know you might be feeling all of this guilt with Scout and Christopher. I know you love Christopher and I know you love Scout and nothing will ever replace the love you have for him. You have enough love to give everyone, and that’s what I love about you. You feel everything so deeply, and there’s nothing wrong with that.” 

           There were both kissing now, this time not as soft, this time they were kissing with so much passion that you could feel the love in their kisses. Her left hand reached up to his face to rest it on his jawline, pulling him closer to her. She loved him so much that she could feel it throughout her entire body.

           After they broke up their kiss, they were laying down, Link’s back flat on the ground while Amelia laid her head on his chest, wrapping an arm around his waist. “You didn’t have to do any of this you know.”

          “I just figured you could take your mind off of some stuff for the night, and I wanted to remind you that I love you.” His arm was running up and down her arm and her side, her face nuzzling deeper into his neck. 

         They both laid there for a few minutes in silence, both just wanting to enjoy each other’s company. The tips of his fingers were running up and down her arm in a soothing motion, his heartbeat vibrating against his chest and within minutes she was asleep. A soft snore came out of her mouth and it caused Link to smile, placing a kiss on the top of her head. 

         Scout was crying from upstairs, most likely because he had an accident and he needed his diaper changed. Amelia stirred from under him, her eyes fluttering open an being woken up from her short sleep. Her arm that was around his waist loosened and she was pushing herself up so that she could go and check on Scout. 

          Link beat her to it though, standing up before her. “I’ll go, you sleep.” He planted one more kiss on her forehead and turned to make his way up the stairs. He turned back to look at her once more, seeing her already peacefully sleeping, her mouth partially open and a soft snore coming out of her lips. One arm was rested against her side and the other nuzzled underneath her chin. He could look for her for hours because she looked so calm and peaceful and beautiful. He would have stayed in that exact moment but Scout’s cries were only getting more demanding and he didn’t want to wake Amelia so he left, heading up the stairs.

[kaimelia]

Heartbeats (Ch.1)

a/n: hi! so, this is something I've been working on for a while and im finally posting it....I'm going to finish paper rings soon but this has been sitting in my computer for too long now and I want to start posting it! I hope you enjoy it :)

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It’d started small; they were at the park, and Link was chasing their four-year-old around the grass as Amelia laid on the blanket, snapping pictures with a wide grin spread across her face. Scout ran into her arms, and she hugged him, glancing up at her husband as he walked back. She noticed a slight limp in his leg and raised her eyebrows in confusion, making a mental note.

“I’m fine,” he muttered, lowering himself onto the blanket across from her. “My leg’s just a little sore. I must’ve slept on it weirdly.” Scout moved from his mother’s embrace to grab the truck he had brought, pushing it around the blanket. Amelia tilted her head to the side.

“Okay, but you’ll tell me if it gets worse, right?” Her voice wavered more than she expected it to, and she knew Link would notice. He grabbed her hand.

“Of course.”

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A week later, she woke up to the sound of him heaving into the toilet. She ran into the bathroom, placing her hand on his back and kneeling on the bathroom floor next to him. “You okay?” He nodded slowly before puking into the ceramic bowl again.

“I feel like crap.” Amelia placed her hand against his forehead, standing up to wet a washcloth.

“I don’t think you have a fever. Is it just nausea?” He breathed heavily once she placed the cool washcloth on his forehead, wiping away the beads of sweat on his face.

“I’m exhausted, too, but that could just be from work.” She frowned sympathetically, running her fingers through his hair.

“Maybe you’re pregnant,” Amelia joked, happy to hear a quick laugh from him.  She glanced up as the bathroom door was pushed open.

“Is daddy okay?” The mother smiled, tousling her husband’s hair and standing up to take her son’s hand.

“Daddy’s just a bit sick. Let’s go get you ready for school, okay?” She led the boy out of their room and into his, helping him get ready for school. He rambled excitedly about his new dinosaur toy as she made waffles for him, pouring an absurd amount of syrup onto the plate. Link came down a few minutes later, rubbing his forehead with his hand. “Hey, you’re feeling better?” He shrugged.

“Gonna call in sick to work and sleep all day.” He placed his hands on his son’s shoulders. Scout turned to his father, excitedly waving the dinosaur in his face. “I can pick this guy up from school.”

“Can we get ice cream?” Amelia raised her eyebrows at her son’s request.

“You’ll have to convince your father on that one.” Scout grinned widely up at his father.

Amelia wasn’t at all surprised when she came home from work to see them eating ice cream in the living room, The Good Dinosaur playing on the TV. She kissed her son’s forehead, receiving an absent-minded greeting from him before his attention diverted back to the movie. She moved to sit on the other side of her husband and curled into his body. “Hi,” she whispered, resting her head on his shoulder. “Are you feeling better?” He pursed his lips tightly.

“Not really. But I’m okay.” She took a moment to look up at him, noticing the unusual paleness of his skin, the slight shake in his hand that was holding his ice cream. Amelia placed her hand over his heart, feeling the quick beating of his heart.

“Are you still having leg pain? From the other day at the park?” He paused for a moment as if in thought before confirming. “You should go relax. Take a nap. I’ve got him for the afternoon.” He hesitantly complied, leaving her to make dinner and amuse their son with conversations about space as he happily ate dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets. Once she heard Link leave the room to shower, she proclaimed it was bedtime, promising to cuddle with the boy before bedtime. He followed her into the master bedroom without complaint, laying down next to her. Link returned to the room later, throwing his clothes into the laundry hamper.

“I think you should go see a doctor. I think that something’s wrong, Link.” He turned to face her at the sound of her soft voice. She was sitting on their bed, leaning back against the headrest with her computer open and about fifty different tabs pulled up, their son sleeping soundly with his head on her chest. Link sighed. “I’ve been keeping track of your symptoms. Leg pain, nausea, fatigue. I’m terrified to think that something’s wrong.” He sat down on the edge of the bed. “We can ask Nico to see you sometime. Just get a scan done or something.”

“You think this is cancer?”

“I think that with your history, it’s not out of the question.” She closed the computer and placed it on the nightstand, wrapping her arms around Scout. “I’m scared of you dying. I would rather fight whatever it is with all of the information we can get.” He moved to sit next to her, pulling her into his side. “It’s not just you and me. We’ve got this little guy to worry about,” she motioned towards the sleeping boy.

“I’ll see if Nico can give me a scan tomorrow.” Amelia turned her head to look up at him.

“Thank you.”

-----------------

“There is a mass on your leg. We can do a biopsy to see if it’s cancerous.” Nico’s face was stern as he spoke, although Amelia could hear the slight waver in his voice. She often didn’t think about Link and Nico’s friendship, but at this moment, she could see that this was difficult for the man in front of her. She looked over at Link beside her.

“When can you do the biopsy?” Amelia asked, squeezing Link’s hand. He squeezed hers back, his gold wedding band pressing into her skin.

“I already talked to Bailey, and we can have her do it in about half an hour.” Nico’s hands folded together over the desk. “I can’t be the one to do it. But it’s just a biopsy, and you don’t need an orthopedic surgeon for that.” He said something else that she didn’t quite hear, and he left the room a moment later. She turned to her husband.

“You okay?” Link shook his head.

“No. I just want to go home and hold you and Scout. I don’t want to be here in the hospital.” Her hand settled against his cheek, her thumb wiping away a stray tear that had fallen from his eye.

“Let them do the biopsy, and then we’ll head home.” Amelia helped him to stand up and silently led him to the exam room down the hall. They waited in silence, gripping each other’s hands tightly. Amelia laid her head on his shoulder. “Whatever it is, we’re gonna figure it out, okay?” When Bailey walked in, she offered them a sympathetic smile before asking Link to move onto the table and performing the biopsy. There was an attempt at small talk, yet Link seemed to have turned into a brick wall, ignoring whatever they were saying. The chief promised to rush the results, directing them to wait in her office. As soon as she returned to the office an hour later, the couple knew the results.

“It is cancer. We’ll make an appointment to stage it, and we can get you in soon.” She left a moment later, leaving the couple alone in silence.

“Link?” He looked over at his wife with teary eyes.

“I just wanna go home.” She nodded in understanding, offering him her hand and leading him out of the hospital. They were greeted at their house by their son, who Maggie had watched during the day. He eagerly jumped into his mother’s open arms, ranting about the day’s events.

“You look sad, daddy.” He wrapped his arms around his father’s legs, not noticing the cringe from his father at the pain.

“I’m just tired, Scout. All good.” Amelia rustled her son’s hair.

“Alright, Scout. We’re gonna get you your bath, and then you can come and cuddle with mommy and daddy for a while, okay?” She led the energetic boy into the bathroom, the sound of water running soon filling the home.

“If there’s anything I can do, let me know.” Maggie smiled sympathetically, rubbing Link’s shoulder before letting herself out of the house. He walked into the bathroom and rested against the doorframe. A happy scene played out in front of him; his son splashing water at Amelia, who was sitting outside of the tub. Her smile was genuine, and she looked over a moment later.

“Hey, we’re almost done in here. Quick bath tonight,” she teased, grabbing at her son’s nose. Scout giggled loudly. Link smiled and left the bathroom, changing into his pajamas and flopping onto the bed. There was a knock on the door soon after, Amelia walking in with Scout in her arms, his smile wide as she placed him down on the bed. Scout had always loved sleeping in their bed, curled up between his parents, surrounded by their love, as he would say. He quickly fell asleep, softly mumbling nonsense about dinosaurs and his cousins. Amelia’s eyes met Link’s. “What’re you thinking about?” He brushed his hand through the boy’s blonde hair.

“How terrified I am. Like you said the other night. It’s not just me anymore. I’ve got you and Scout.” He sniffled. “I don’t want to believe it. I think some part of my brain is convinced that if I don’t acknowledge it, it won’t be real.” Their son sighed contently between them, curling into his mother’s body. “It’s cute. How he curls up like that.”

“He was always in this same position when I was pregnant,” she whispered, pulling up the blankets between them. “Even now, almost five years later, he still does it.”

“How are we going to tell him?”

“We’ll wait until we know more, and we’ll explain it simply, answer any questions he has. He’s a smart kid. He’ll probably pick up on it before we get the chance to tell him.”

“You’re so calm about this. Normally, it’s the other way around,” he whispered, moving his arm under the pillow.

“I guess my brain understands that you need me right now. I’m sure I’ll start freaking out any day, now.” He breathed out a soft laugh. “But, I’m also scared. Just doing a better job at masking it.” She reached for his hand across the space between them. “Promise me one thing?”

“Yeah?”

“That whatever it is, you’ll fight. You promised me a few years back that you would always fight for our dreams. My dream is that you’re okay.” He nodded his head quickly.

“Of course.” Her lips turned upward into a small smile. “You have to promise me that you’ll be here whenever I need you. At all my appointments and treatments.”

“Scout and I will bring you ice cream every day.” Link’s eyes fell to their son, watching the rise and fall of his chest. “Try and get some sleep, Link.” She slipped her hand away from him and reached behind her to turn the lamp off, sighing tiredly. “I love you.” His hand found hers again.

“I love you.”

[singingforthepromises]

fruits basket manga lb (chs 131 - 133)

CH 131

We’re learning about the origins of the curse now. Oh boy. 

The cat went to God first ;A; 

omg the cat died first.... 

God saved it!

Oh, the cat didn’t want to have eternal life... and the others and God took that as rejection.... seriously? So petty, honestly. I love learning about how it happened but I’m just like... wtf. It’s like all of this generational trauma could’ve all been avoided if God and the animals hadn’t misinterpreted shit LOl

YUKI’S CRYING ;A;

I totally understand Yuki’s feelings here. It must be hard. You’re free, but you’re also letting go of something that was a part of you for so long, something that helped shaped who you are, no matter how negative a situation. 

AH AJSFJSJF HE CAN HUG HER NOW OH MY GOD I TOTALLY FORGOT IM SOBBING

MACHI IS SO CUTE 

She’s calling him by his first name KSFJSJFJSF

AHHH THEY KISSED! ENDGAME YUCHI! <3

“When did that promise turn into a curse?” What I’ve been asking since since the very beginning rofl

AKDGDKG KYO’S SHOWING KAZUMA HIS BARE ARM IM ;A;

KAZUMA IS SO HAPPY SJJDG

Haru and Rin!! <3

omg look at Tohru pulling on Kyo’s shirt how cute

is Tohru gonna see Akito? <3

SHE’S HUGGING HER! I LOVE THIS! I love that Akito can see that even after the curse has been lifted, Tohru wasn’t lying about being there for her, about being her friend. Akito needed this, honestly. I’m very happy with the resolution of their rivalry. I’m happy with how the curse broke. 

“The Cat’s wish... wasn’t granted... until much, much later.” IM CRYINGGG

CH 132

Starting the last volume... this is so depressing, I don’t want this story to be over. 

Akigure time, lol. 

Oh is this the final banquet? 

IT’S SO NICE TO SEE RITSU AGAIN!! <333

“Things might be a bit tense.” Oh, I’m sure. I don’t think it’s all going to be sunshine and daisies. Akito may be behaving a hell of a lot better and changed her ways, but there’s still a lot of pain here, pain that she directly caused. I’m interested to see how this is going to go. 

LOL @ momiji calling Kyo a cheater we love to see familial teasing!

I love that they’re not all awkward around each other. It just goes to show that a lot of their genuine personalities poked through even among the curse. They all do have a bond, curse or no curse. And it’s very nice to see Kyo being actually included in that bond. 

lool fucking Ayame, man. I love him. 

Aww is Yuki kinda sorta looking out for Kyo around Ayame? I love this. 

HAHA 

“Akito’s ready to see you.” sfjsjfsj

OH WOW.

Look at her? She looks so pretty? 

RITSU LMFAO

Oh, Shigure got her that kimono. 

Yeaaah, this is what I’m worried about with Akigure as a ship. Akito’s better, but she still has a tendency to fly off the handle if she thinks she’s being slighted, and it makes me worried about how they would handle dispites and arguments without getting physical like that, you know? I’d hope that she’d do it less and less as time goes on. 

“All of you are free. And this may come too late, but for everything... I’m...” Oh my god. Is she trying to apologize? 

She can’t, though. It won’t come out. I bet she probably feels like sorry isn’t enough, in some ways. How do you apologize for a lifetime of suffering that you’ve caused, the trauma inflicted on other people? 

I guess Akigure are official, lol. I mean, I’m glad that Akito’s getting a somewhat happy ending. Shigure, I still don’t like him but he’s a fantastic character. 

Akito’s gonna stay at the estate and be the head without keeping anyone shackled to her. That’s as good of an ending as I could’ve anticipated for her. I’ll be honest: I still feel like she got off a little easy. She should’ve faced some legal consequences, at least. But I don’t dislike her like I used to. She’s definitely come around and I’ve partially forgiven her. 

I’ll talk more about my feelings about Akito and everything once I’ve finished, but that’s where I am right now. 

CH 133

AHHH KYORU. THEY’RE OFFICIAL! 

loool who is Mayu talking about? 

OH Yuki and the others know about Akito being a female now? Nice!

“I can’t believe I was so violent... to a girl.” KYO. MY BOY. Omg what a sweetheart? Honey, she was violent to you, too. 

“The last thing I wanted was another guy interested in you.” LMFAOOOO 

YUKI’S DYING

“The mood between the two of them has become somewhat gentler than before.” Somewhat? Girl, they’re friends now, and I’m loving it. It’s so cute. 

“He beat the crap outta me.” YES LOL

“Kyo-kun smiles more than he used to. I’ve come to realize that this is his true self.” ;A;

oh my gosh THEY’RE SO CUTE.

How are they even cuter now that they’re dating?!

“Walking together, hand in hand, isn’t something that I’ll ever take for granted.” I’m cryinggggg. ;a; My babies. 

NOT TALK OF A KYORU BABY MY HEART CAN ONLY HANDLE SO MUCH.

AND GRANDPA KAZUMA!! HE’D DOTE ON THAT KID!

What’s wrong with my bby girl Isuzu? :(

“Not everyone... is in the same situation.” Ah, yeah... 

“How can you act like nothing ever happened? She did all kinds of nasty stuff to Kyo. And she hurt you a lot too. Those wounds will never disappear, will they?” I 1000% understand Rin here. I was waiting for this to be brought up!

Oh, Isuzu, my poor girl. 

This might change later on, but as of right now, I don’t fully forgive Akito, either. There’s just too much that she did to too many people. Like Rin, like Yuki, like Kyo. Even Hatori. I’m generally a forgiving person, but I have a hard time with abusive characters. Maybe it’s from my own past, being a survivor of abuse. Being around it and knowing how they are just impacts you differently, I guess. I don’t know if it’s right to say that maybe people who haven’t experienced abuse are able to forgive easier. 

I haven’t forgiven my abuser, and I never will. Do I still understand why they did it, why they are who they are, and do I still empathize? YES. I feel a lot for people. I feel a lot for Akito on a positive note, and I’m so proud of her progression. She’s a hurt woman who deserved better and who hurt people because she was in so much pain herself. She hasn’t been able to break free of her abuser or heal yet. She needs a safe space to do that, and she’s beginning to learn to be better and be a sweeter person. Tohru showed her that. 

But like Rin, I can’t fully forgive her. If Tohru hadn’t done what she did, hadn’t reached out to Akito, Akito never would’ve changed. She would’ve continued to be horrible and not feel regret for the things she’s done. I appreciate that she was trying to apologize, though. And there are things that I’ve forgiven her for. It’s the worst indiscretions that I can’t. How she treated Rin and Yuki, specifically. I know that she was projecting with Rin. But Rin was a child and an abuse victim herself. Out of all of them, Akito could’ve related to her. Akito knew. She used that instead to hurt Rin, and that is the one thing that I’ll never be okay with. 

“They’ll need time. A whole lot.” Yes. And even then, it may not be enough. Some scars run so fucking deep that even time doesn’t help. I’ve healed from my trauma. It doesn’t impact me anymore. I’ve learned how to cope and move on and now utilize those skills to help others. I think time will help, though, and it may allow others to forgive Akito later. 

Distance is the key here, I think. If they’re not around her, maybe forgiveness will come easier. 

Wow, Akito taking what she learned from Tohru and reaching out to the maid? We love to see it. 

[finnstansonly]

I really will never understand how Disney decided to let themselves sink rather than focus their trilogy on a Black Jedi. Truly tragic. And now they’re just going to retcon the whole thing 😂 anyway, in your version - does Finn get trained by Luke? And is there a storm trooper rebellion that he leads? How do he and Jannah reunite and was there a plan for them to find their family?

so in the VERY beginning yes I did have luke kind of be an inspiration for him and a starting off point before he goes on to train himself but somewhere in 2019 i realized that luke would be someone that finn still likes and respects but leia is the one who can resonate with him and give him pointers that he will best process bc she is so direct and focused but not overbearingly so. finn’s strongest relationships are with the skywalkers (i am including anakin who’s ghost he sees once and who’s presence he’s felt since childhood back in the FO but he didnt know it was him exactly), jannah and rey and he sees lando as like an uncle figure (jannah sees him more as a father figure, she is much closer to him than finn but this post isnt techincally abt her so i’ll shut up).

as for the stormtroopers its slightly complicated? okay so there's ppl who get really inspired by finn when he defects, but in my storyline, jannah is still there after finn is gone bc she’s one of the knights and cannot Just Leave bc like...she’s under a much finer microscope. so there are a few missions in which ppl try to defect and like im gonna be honest a lot of them do not make it out, but those who do see finn as a legend bc like yeah some ppl defect under the guise of dying in a mission but finn left and did not fade away he literally went and got Starkiller destroyed and fought kylo ren in the woods. so while its safer to basically go into hiding (and very few blame them for doing so) some do try to seek finn out specifically. finn honestly encourages them not to join the resistance immediately if they’re not ready for that but that they can still be incredibly helpful in other ways (some are like yeah i dont REALLY wanna be a soldier again and some are like i see what ur saying....anyway lets beat some ass) but the point is he’s like dont just do it bc i’m doing it.

on the other hand, there are the ppl who use the dethroning of snoke and the fight from TLJ (which for storytelling reasons i am NOT having happen three seconds after TFA finishes, and maybe months or a year later). while kylo is literally having his king of the world breakdown jannah breaks out of the knights of ren (which is partially a survival measure anyway bc they can tell there is something up with her and were like 5 seconds from ratting her out but kylo was not there and snoke was being assassinated so *shrug emoji* L for them but it is a big fight). anyway after she breaks out she takes some troopers with her (her former troop actually tried to protect her so they don’t even need persuading they are ready to LEAVE–i like her having some real ride or dies bc finn was put with some FAKE ASS PUNKS plus she can keep the clique from canon) and dips to the ocean moon.

i would keep certain elements from TROS but you already know its the finn/kylo dynamic and rey is a very helpful supporter who will genuinely kill kyler on sight given the opportunity. anyway bc i keep some of that finn and company still meet jannah on the ocean moon and have that scene (but insert some KOR stuff which fyi is when she makes up her name and gets rid of her number). that’s really all they have UNTIL the big showdown–which they have the rebellion in the middle of. idk if it’s right to say that finn leads it tbh. jannah is more of the organizer finn is really just a symbol here and they listen to him because he’s a legend and jannah is like ok cool he’s great are y’all ready to fight or nah bc she’s the one who has actually had practice as a leader.

post-battle is where they actually decided that they are going to conduct themselves like siblings and jannah tells finn abt how she saw him in her visions and that she believes they’re blood relatives even tho she has no proof and finns like that’s good enough for me so they make their birthday the day they met on the ocean moon.

[insert lightsaber fic with healing and during this jannah is working with former troopers helping them find out what they’re gonna do with their lives] it’s not for like a year after this that they go on a mission with lando where they find out they’re literal twins so that moment is very special and i would say that this is their reunion.

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okay i THINK i wrote this out coherently but i’m really fighting sleep disease so excuse plot holes and ask me if something sounds absolutely insane. but yeah i tweak the plot every once in a while to make it fit more so some stuff is not concrete but the relationships and major events are pretty much fixed

[peaches-writes]

group huddle!

member: jeongin wc: 1.7k genre: fluff, college au, it’s actually ot8-centric lmao warning: explicit language, flop humor note: might make it a longer fic in the future anyway i think it’s cUTE + @skzwriternet

There’s a violent dust of pink and an awfully hidden grin on Jeongin’s usually nonchalant face as he stares dreamily at his phone, anyone with eyes within the vicinity of the dormitory’s common area can see clearly. It’s been some ten minutes, Jisung notes as he looks up from his own phone to check on the youngest, and it seems as if it’s going to stay this way for an hour more, Felix concludes this time when he passes by to help Minho in the kitchen.

“What do you think?” Chan asks Changbin as the two peek their heads out from the former’s bedroom door on the other end of the hall. Even with the distance, the two could still tell that something is up and it’s not just the ceiling this time. “Do you think uncle and auntie sent him something? Cute pictures of cats? A motivational video, maybe?”

Changbin snickers with a shake of his head, rolling his work chair back inside the room first before Jeongin could snap out of his daze and notice everyone’s eyes on him. “Hyung, it amazes me sometimes how your mind works.”

“What?” Chan pouts, mirroring Changbin and heading back to the song they’ve been working on. “What does that mean this time?”

“It means that maybe the kid’s smiling at his phone because he’s actually looking at someone.”

“Like a celebrity?”

“A crush, Bang Chan. I’m talking about a crush.”

Jeongin is actually looking at his conversation with you which is quite close to Changbin’s idea. What was his reason for being anxious just fifteen minutes ago is now the source of his giddiness as your message history clumsily yet endearingly shifts from a very impulsive love confession from Jeongin to a shy and awkward reaction from you.

“They like me too...” Jeongin mumbles under his breath as he waits for you to finish typing more messages, the simple gesture of saying it out loud making him smile even wider. He’s unconsciously tapping too loud on the sofa with his socket feet, something Seungmin and Hyunjin from the nearby study table would’ve called him out for had he not been looking adorably excited over something, and swaying gently from side to side in his seated position just at the thought. “Cute, cute, cute, cute!” 

“Innie, are you talking about me, hm?” Minho suddenly chimes in the younger’s train of thought as he enters the common area with plates of side dishes. Felix follows behind with his own set of dishes to serve on the dining table, rolling his eyes all the way. “Get off your phone, it’s dinner time, buddy.”

Jisung, watching the exchange from the other end of the sofa and using it as an opportunity to speak. closes his phone and scrambles over to Jeongin with a back hug and a curious gaze to the youngest’s phone. “So watcha got there, anyway, huh? What’s our baby smiling at?” He asks cheekily, eyes widening and voice gasping dramatically as his eyes caught a clear glimpse of the screen before Jeongin closed it frantically. As if on a comical cue, the phone also lights up right after it’s closed with a message from you. “Ooh, Y/N! Aren’t they your classmate from your lab—“

“Hyung!” Jeongin belatedly clamps a hand over Jisung’s mouth, catching the entire dormitory frozen in their places when he then looks up; literally, Felix has a big bowl of rice hovering right above the dinner table and a piece of stolen kimchi is right in front of Hyunjin’s open mouth. 

Jisung shrugs innocently at Jeongin as he topples over the sofa, even raising his hands up in surrender for emphasis. “What?” He mumbles through the hand on his mouth. 

By this time, Chan and Changbin have left Chan’s room to join everyone at dinner, getting caught frozen right at the common area’s end of the main hallway. “Y/N?!” Changbin exclaims into the brief silence, briefly taking away everyone else’s attention from Jeongin. “Yeah, aren’t they that kid you hung out wi—” 

Given the distance this time, Jeongin instinctively resorts to yelling to silence the other older boy. “Yeah, yeah, I get it! Can you guys—ugh, now you two have done it!” He groans, running his free hand through his dyed blue hair once before puffing out his cheeks. 

“I’m a little lost here...” Chan frowns, head turning in all directions his seven other roommates are positioned for help. Next to him, Changbin slaps a hand to his forehead. 

Another brief pause then follows, albeit now for allowing Felix to finally set the heavy rice bowl down and Hyunjin to quickly eat the kimchi before Minho could reprimand him for it, before Seungmin clears his throat and calmly suggests, “How about a group huddle?” 

Jeongin would’ve said otherwise had his phone not lit up again with another influx of messages from you. 

y/n [8:06 PM]: im sorry its just  

y/n [8:06 PM]: and ah this is so embarrassing to say but

y/n [8:06 PM]: it’s my first time doing this and i really like you too 

y/n [8:07 PM]: but what now? what do you want to do?   

“Fine,” The youngest ends up sighing in defeat, unclamping Jisung’s mouth and begrudgingly standing up from the sofa to head over the dinner table. Jisung follows closely in tow, eyes still wide but this time nonverbally relaying the contents of the messages to Changbin who simply snickers. 

At this, the rest of the dormitory gathered to the dining table in a speed never before seen in the otherwise slow boys, Seungmin glaring at everyone to ‘shut up’ the entire time they get settled.

“So what’s going o—?” Chan tries asking in genuine confusion before getting dragged off the seat at the end of the table by Minho while Felix shushes the two sharply. 

Jeongin slaps a hand to his forehead this time as he sits at Chan’s usual chair, clasping his hands together in front of him after until everyone’s seated. “Hyungs,” He calls for everyone slowly and firmly, taking in a deep breath before continuing. The rest of the table holds in their breath with equal seriousness. “I have a situation but can we please eat first?”  

- 

Half an hour later when the dishes have been cleared out and Changbin has accepted his destiny of washing the dishes for another night, everyone migrates to the living room side of the common area to finally discuss the ‘situation.’ Changbin, Minho, and Chan have a hostile Jeongin held down on the sofa by the wrists, Hyunjin has somehow stolen the youngest’s phone over dinner to display right in front of the TV, Seungmin is 'emergency messaging’ other important people (aka Yedam from the floor below as well as Daehwi and Chenle who both just need to know all of the campus gossip), while Felix and Jisung prepare a very unnecessary PowerPoint Presentation on the spot while the entirety of Seungmin’s laptop screen is projected on the TV. 

“I just—” Jeongin sighs as he struggles to adjust in his seated position because of his elders’ playful grips on his arms. “I-Is this really necessary? I’m calm, I swear, I just need to reply to Y/N‘s text!”

“It’s going to be a very long presentation and we have to make sure that you don’t run away, Innie!” Minho, who sits on Jeongin’s immediate right while he’s seated on Chan’s lap, exclaims before linking their arms. ”This is for your own good! The future of your first relationship is at stake!” 

“Also, I’m on it—texting Y/N, I mean.” Hyunjin dismisses as he types away on Jeongin’s phone, prompting more protests from the younger. “Oh hey look, they’re free on Saturday! Innie, where do you want to go on Saturday?”

“That’s good, Hyunjin! Ask them what kind of flowers they like too!” Jisung snaps his fingers in satisfaction before going back to cramming with Felix. “Ah, this is so exciting!”

Finally giving up in his physical struggle, Jeongin groans. “You don’t have to ask, they told me that they like tulips last time.” He sighs in defeat before turning to Changbin with a glare. “And what do you have to say for yourself, exposing me like this?” 

Changbin shrugs innocently, linking his arms with Jeongin as well. “What do you mean? You’re the one who ended up agreeing to this.” 

Meanwhile in front, Felix begins manning the most bare minimum PPT the entire dormitory’s ever seen while Jisung stands in front with his best impression of a salesman pitch. “Okay, everyone shut up we’re about to present!” Jisung grins with his hands clasped together in front of him. Everyone topples over in laughter at this. “Alright, alright, we’re all settled? We’re all cool? No one needs to go to the bathroom? Can we start?” 

“I’m just saying, why is Jisung presenting when he’s not even in a relationshi—?”

“Anyway,” Jisung immediately cuts Jeongin off with a more passive smile, comically making an ‘I’ll see you later’ gesture to him after. Felix almost bangs his head on the laptop’s screen in laughter while moving the slides. “Questions will be entertained after the presentation, including questions about mine and Felix’s credibility and about going to bathroom so don’t even try, Minho. Felix and I made this really quick but we promise it’s going to be worthwhile and definitely fool-proof! Our baby Jeongin will be dating soon, can you believe it?”

The slides that follow are labelled according to the parts of a standard academic research, everyone’s quick to notice and react positively to. 

“Does it go with a thesis stateme—oh, it does!” Chan laughs the hardest as the senior who’s currently working on his thesis, almost loosening his grip on Jeongin in front of him. Fortunately, Jeongin doesn’t even try to escape as he places his hands in front of his face in embarrassment. 

“Yes, the visuals are admittedly half-assed because of the time constraint but it’s the content that matters!” Felix wiggles his eyebrows and laughs as well. “ Take notes for your thesis defense, hyung.” 

The crowd ‘ooh’s at the sudden attack. 

“So back to the topic,” Jisung points out once he’s managed his giggles, snapping his fingers to the change in slides. “Good evening everyone, I am Han Jisung, with me is Lee Yongbok, and we are presenting our guide to dating!”

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[tarantulas4davey]

BACK AT IT WITH THE YOUTUBER RALBERT

one day, race interrupts a stream by kicking the door open and is like “GUESS WHO’S BIRTHDAY IT IS!” and al kinda tackle hugs him saying “happy birthday babe!!! love you!!” and race is caught so off guard for a few seconds he forgets that he came in there because it was AL’S birthday

race builds him the worst looking cake in minecraft (like he makes a cake of different blocks n stuff) and al looks like he’s near tears bc it’s so sweet but also it looks so bad that al’s spent the last five minutes practically crying of laughter

al complains about it being really hot in the room in the summer and race is like “hey comment yes if you want al to take his shirt off” and the comments blow up and al turns bright red and hes like RACE

a few months later al is getting way more comfy with his image and he starts a stream shirtless because it’s literally stupidly hot and race walks in and freezes and literally does not move for seven minutes before he just. tackles al. twitter and the comments are living for it

twitter is OH MY GOD AL IS SUPER HOT and HAHAHA DID YOU SEE RACE’S FACE and AL WE’RE SO PROUD OF YOU THATS SUCH A BIG STEP WE LOVE THE CONFIDENCE

race is exactly the same

race has the newsies come over and they play truth or dare and race and al get dared to do 7 minutes in heaven and jack laughs and hes like don’t worry we’ll mute the video and race cracks up but al looks scandalized

(they don’t end up needing to mute the video)

race is like “al can you grab me a cup of water” and al is like in a minute babe let’s finish the game first and race just kinda stops and (like the overdramatic king he is) proceeds to shoot and kill al

race: if you notice any awkwardness in this video it’s because me and al broke up

al, frustrated: no we didn’t!

race: you shattered my heart when you told me the most cats we could get right now was three

al: you wanted seven!

race, nodding: A REASONABLE NUMBER

in one of race’s videos, al is like half asleep and playing with race’s hair and he’s like “i love ur curls they’re so pretty and you’re so lovely” and race kind stutters for a minute bc al’s sleepy voice is super deep and racer.exe has stopped functioning, please try again in a few minutes

izzy i’m dying you’ve written so many good ones djdhksbdnd

- albert says happy birthday to race with so much conviction everyone genuinely forgets it’s NOT race’s birthday and this is how you know al is super good at lying in among us cause even race believes him for a minute

- the ‘awww that’s really cute’ tears turned into ‘i cant stop fucking laughing’ tears in about 2 seconds flat because it also vaguely looks like the cake race made him in middle school (which was ALSO super tragic, it looks like a melting pile of frosting)

- al just shoves race’s head off camera and goes bright red. he let’s chat go for a minute then just sighs and rolls his eyes and goes “at least buy me dinner first” and race cackles

- y e s they live in LA there’s like a full month ever summer where it’s no less than 98 degrees so why would he have more clothes on than he has to? race walks in and Stops Functioning™️ and chats just like “YEAH THATS HOW WE FELT” and everyone is living for the confidence

- shirtless stream is ALSO how they found out albert started his next tattoo cause he literally has the ironman arch reactor tattooed in the middle of his chest and he has a whole marvel chestpiece planned and someone comments about how attractive it is and race just goes “😳 i know right” cause he’s more of a simp for al than any of their fans

- al looks scandalized for a second before he starts laughing to himself and jack is just like ‘🤨’ and through his laughter al just goes “don’t even worry about it, i’m not the loud one anyway” and race hits him in the back of the head

- race just makes eye contact with the camera, turns in the game, and shoots al in the back of the head. al pouts about it for like 10 minutes (after he goes and gets race water, of course)

- RACE WOULD. he wants to be the young male version of a crazy cat lady and albert is killing his dreams because of “responsibilities” and “landlords” and “a lack of time or energy”

- YES. i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again, sleepy al for the win. (im gonna add my phone voice hc to this now cause ✨why not✨) also once al was doing a 24 hour charity stream and race had left to run an errand or something so al ordered them food so race could pick it up but it was a local business so he had to call and twitter just obsessed over his phone voice for MONTHS after. he started meme-ing it cause he’s never gotten the thing with his voice but race just sees it and tweets “guys sometimes i call him while i’m out just for the voice jdhwhdhd” and twitter looses it

i love them sm rishjehdbs they’re seriously all i think about

[confused-stars]

hawksweek2020 - Day 5: Insecurities

@hawksweek2020

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Pretty Bird

(or: someone just give him a hug please im begging you)

It had been eight months since the Winged Hero Hawks had made his debut. The spotlights hadn’t let up since then, and he hadn’t stopped moving.

At his first hero ranking, he’d already made the top twenty, popularity polls adding a huge bonus to the sheer number of successful rescues he’d already pulled off with seeming ease. And it was easy, to him. Saving people came as naturally as breathing after all the training he’d gone through.

 Charming the masses? That was also easy. A smile that was just smug enough to make him interesting, and just warm enough to have people believe he was genuine. Words that sounded a little too blunt but were carefully picked and made the public love him for his honesty. A wink thrown in at the right time, a strategic placement of his wings in front of the cameras. All of that had been training.

 This was just another one of those things, another side of hero work that he hadn’t experienced before but should have been fine with.

He should have.

So why exactly did he find himself hiding away in a storage closet?

Well.

Fuck.

Keigo pulled his wings tighter around himself and tried to count to ten under his breath. He got to seven before there was a knock on the door.

 “Kid?”

Ah, shit. They knew where he was.

Of course he was already going to have to answer for running out and messing up the schedule the way he had, and he didn’t even know how long he’d been here, but he still didn’t want to be talked to.

 “Go ‘way!” he called back, and his voice sounded way too shaky and not enough like his hero persona at all. “I’m fine! I just need a minute!”

 A pause. “… Hawks.” The voice was softer now. He knew he’d heard it before, but his panicked mind wasn’t supplying him with anything. “Can I come in if I close the door behind me?”

 Keigo furrowed his brows. Why would she do that? Wasn’t she here to drag him back out? But saying no would probably make them break down the door or something. He twisted the feather he’d kept stuck in the lock around until he felt it click open.

 He straightened up where he was sitting in between a bunch of nondescript storage crates and cleaning supplies, his wings folded neatly against his back even though he just wanted to curl them around his body again.

 The door opened a moment later, and Keigo could have slapped himself for not recognizing Midnight’s voice when she’d been outside the door.

She must have had a photoshoot here today, too. He vaguely remembered that this was supposed to be the place where she most often did her modelling work. She was in her hero costume, though lacking her usual accessories, and she was holding the shirt that he’d left when he’d hurried out of the studio.

 He caught it when she tossed it at him and freed his wings of feathers for a moment so he could pull it on, slotting them back in place after.

“… thanks.” He flashed Midnight one of his trademark smiles, and from her furrowed brow she wasn’t buying it in the least.

 Keigo wondered just how much of a persona she was putting on for her hero work, and how much of it was real. There was no way all this 18+ nonsense could be her entire personality.

 Keigo thought she was fun to watch, sure, and definitely capable, but she’d always seemed very… fake to him. There were just some heroes who were so obviously playing a role, and unfortunately a lot of the female pros who were being pushed into the ‘sexy lady hero’ stereotype came across like that. Keigo was always glad he was a man, or this might have very well been his fate.

And he’d proven today that he was not cut out for that.

 Midnight kicked one of the crates aside and sat down on top of it, one leg over the other, and watching him closely.

“First model shoot?” she asked, “They can be a little awkward.”

 Keigo sighed and dropped his smile, shrugging a shoulder. “It’s not… I’m good at what I do.” That sounded very defensive. But he was! He was good at this! He had no problem with the posing, even though he hadn’t exactly practiced that before. It had actually been a lot of fun, in the beginning.

 “I didn’t say you weren’t,” Midnight pointed out, “Just that it can be awkward. I’ve been doing this since I was your age, and don’t tell anyone, but that was a while ago.” She winked at him and Keigo huffed a laugh. “But, even for me it can get… a bit much at times.”

 Keigo looked back at her with more intent this time, studying her face. Did she enjoy what she did? Well, she had picked her own brand, and she got more choice in what she did than he ever had, but she’d also picked that brand as a teenager. Playing into the R-rated hero thing got her a lot of fans, of course, and modelling contracts, and adult merch, and a ton of other things, so it had been a clever move for her career. But to constantly be seen like this? Keigo nearly shuddered at the thought.

 Midnight met his eyes and smiled, a little more gentle, and Keigo remembered that she, in fact, was also a high school teacher. “Don’t look at me like that, bird boy. I love what I do. It’s normal to get overwhelmed. Happens to the best of us. Just last week, I witnessed Present Mic screaming into a pillow for almost ten whole minutes.”

 Keigo pulled one of his wings across his lap and smoothed out some feathers. They’d been groomed extensively before the shoot, but he’d gone and gotten them all ruffled up again. “… is the pillow okay?” he asked after a moment.

 Midnight snorted. “That’s what we keep Eraser around for.”

 Would Keigo ever have any real friends among other heroes? He sure hoped so. He had never really had the opportunity to make friends.

 He looked down at his wing. “… I don’t like being on camera shirtless.” And in a room full of people, too. He pulled up his shoulders a little. “I mean. I know I’m objectively hot, right? This is all… very marketable.” He gestured down at his body, and then at his face.

 He'd been lucky to grow up attractive, he’d been told that many times. And yet.

“It doesn’t make sense. I just… they didn’t warn me beforehand, and so when they told me to, I just took it off and I started feeling worse.”

Letting go of his wing, he instead traced his fingers along his chest, where there weren’t even visible scars. “It’s stupid.”

 “The way you feel about your body is never stupid,” Midnight said, voice surprisingly firm.

Keigo jerked his eyes up to look at her.

“It’s unreasonable. I should be fine with it. Plenty of people are gonna look at these photos, and they’re not gonna think ‘oh, look at Hawks, he’s way too skinny to be attractive’ or ‘he’s tiny, how’s he supposed to save people’ or ‘hey, doesn’t Hawks look kinda like a girl?’. That’s just me thinking that.” He waved a hand in the air vaguely and sighed, feathers fluffing up as he did so.

 Midnight was still watching him. Keigo hated it. She seemed to be seeing right through him, and he himself didn’t even know what she was seeing.

“I have a feeling it won’t help any if I say I think you’re cute,” she finally said, “Because this is about you. This isn’t going to change, no matter how many crazy fans in the streets scream that they’d love to have your babies.” She paused. “Or… eggs.”

 Keigo couldn’t help the surprised laugh, and he tried to give her a half-glare. “I’m pretty sure I’d have perfectly human babies, thanks.”

 “I’ll believe that when you prove it,” Midnight teased, and Keigo realized she’d done that very much on purpose to distract him from his doom and gloom.

 She was a pretty good hero, he decided. The best heroes had to be the ones who knew how to help other heroes, and not just civilians. “I should probably get back out there and finish the shoot, huh?” he asked, glancing at the door.

 Midnight clicked her tongue. “Or you walk out there, apologize, and fly home like a good boy.” She met his eyes and winked, and Keigo blushed maybe a little bit, though he would deny that to his dying day. That was just how she was though, and her flirty nature was enough to keep him somewhat grounded and from letting his thoughts spiral again.

 “… I have responsibilities,” he protested half-heartedly, though home sounded very good right now. He hadn’t been living in the apartment long, but it was his and it was safe. He didn’t have to be Hawks there.

 Midnight waved a hand at him. “They must’ve gotten a bunch of pictures they can use. You’ve been here all morning, and it’s almost four now.”

 That late? Oh, shit. Keigo had a patrol at six. He’d need to pick up some food on the way. But, hey, at least patrol was going to make him feel less shitty about himself. He stood up and brushed himself off. “You’re probably right, Midnight. Thanks.”

 Midnight got to her feet as well, and Keigo nudged her arm with his wing.

“Kayama is fine, you know? No need to be all formal with the hero names.”

 Keigo never liked when this happened. He shifted. “I prefer Hawks.”

 Midnight’s gaze was too knowing, but he didn’t think that she knew the full extent of why he didn’t use his other name.

“Hawks it is, then. It’s a good hero name anyway. Very catchy.” She nodded her approval, and he smiled as he moved past her – only to be stopped by her hand wrapping around his wrist.

 “Okay, I know you barely know me, but I want you to listen to me. Because you’re just a kid, and you’re taking your first steps into this mess of a professional world. Are you listening?”

 Keigo nodded.

 Midnight’s gaze was serious. “No one can tell you who to be, Hawks. No one can tell you what to do with who you are, either. You want to save people, you’re good at that. You clearly don’t like this aspect of it all, and that’s fine. Not everyone is born for this. Being a hero isn’t about looking sexy, or letting them treat you like a piece of meat. It’s about finding danger and facing it to keep others from getting hurt. And you’re doing that. So you can damn well decline any of these publicity engagements that have you doing things you’re uncomfortable with. They’ll tell you to just go through with it, and not make a fuss, but they’re wrong, okay? Set up your boundaries now, because you’re allowed to. Do you hear me? You’re allowed to.”

 Keigo nodded again, a little dazed from her intensity. Or maybe her quirk. But she wasn’t using it right now.

 Midnight let go of his wrist, and placed both hands on his shoulders. “I look forward to seeing more of what you can do. Up in the sky, not on some advertisement for a product neither of us is ever even going to use.” She raised a hand and put a finger under his chin, forcing his head up a little. “Now, don’t look like a scared little bird that’s just been a cat’s plaything for the past ten minutes. Or else there’ll be rumors about the two of us and this closet.” She laughed, and Keigo swallowed.

 “Uh… yeah. Okay. Okay.” He was very off kilter now. Did she have that effect on everyone?

 Midnight looked him over, and then gave a satisfied nod. “Good. Now, remember that you’re an ass kicking, whip smart, devastatingly handsome young man, and get out there.”

 Keigo blinked at her, stood still for another second or so, and then turned and opened the door, his shoulders set, and the weight of his wings still heavy on his back.

He couldn’t wait to spread them again and get back to doing his actual job.

[jjmaybanksbaby]

Rock The Boat | JJ x Reader

Part I

summary: After spending some time with JJ Maybank, you realize the two of you will never get along. 

tw: drinking & alcohol, mentions of throwing up, just some good ole Pogue verus Kook tension 

a/n: now that im done with finals, i finally had time to start a JJ series so here it is :) i live for some good Kook verus Pogue animosity...that might turn into something more...!!!! part 2 will be up soon-ish. hope y’all enjoy this!!!!! & request are always open!!!

word count: 1.8k words

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The first time you ever spoke to JJ Maybank you were throughly drunk. In fact, you don’t have any memory of the night. It was your Kook friends who filled you in on what happened at the party over brunch the next morning.  

School had gotten out a few days ago and your parents were out of town which meant you had a whole lot of freedom that you fully planning on take advantage of. 

You had spent the majority of the party dancing with your friends, the music good and the company was tolerable so you were content. You cup never seemed to be empty but then again, you weren’t worried really about counting the number of drinks you had. You were young and it was summer. 

Your friends were getting anxious to leave and head to the after-party Topper was throwing when you laid eyes on JJ. You stopped dead in your tracks and dropped your drink in the sand. 

“Ew,” your friend screamed. “(y/n) you just dropped your beer all over my scandals. Gross! ” 

“Who is that?” You asked, pointing in the boy’s direction. 

“I don’t know. I think his name is JJ. He mows my parent’s lawn sometimes. Why do you care? He’s a Pogue.” 

“Can we leave now? Pleaseeee,” another one of your Kook friends begged. 

You held up a single finger indicating that you needed just one more moment before you would be ready to go.

The alcohol in your blood was enough liquid courage for you to march over to JJ. Unfortunately, your heart and your stomach decided they weren’t on the same page and before you could introduce yourself, all that alcohol made an appearance. You threw up right on his shoes. 

“What the fuck!” He yelled at you, jumping back to avoid getting hit with anymore puke.

You looked up at him, thoroughly embarrassed. “I-I have to go,” you said, then stumbled back to your friends who were laughing their asses off at what had just occurred. “

Just get me out of here,” you begged and they did. 

...

Since you lived on Figure Eight and JJ was a Pogue, you figured your chances that you woud run into him again were very slim. You hadn’t noticed him in all the years that you have lived on the Outer Banks and you were praying that streak would continue. Barfing on a boy isn’t exactly the best way to get his attention. 

The door bell rang causing you to look up from the online shopping spree you were currently deep into. 

“I’m coming,” you called out, getting up from the kitchen table and walking to the front door. 

You opened the door and your eyes became huge when you saw that it was in fact JJ Maybank who was ringing your doorbell. You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. 

“Uh,” he said, scratching the back of his neck nervously. “I was just finishing up some repairs on your parent’ boat. They usually leave my pay out here...”

“Oh, yeah. There’s out of town.” You glanced at the table sitting next to the door and saw an envelope marched Boat Repairs. “Here,” you said, handing it to him. 

“Thanks. It’s good to see you, lightweight.” 

“I...” you started. He raised his eyebrows daring you to challenge what he just said. “I’m not a lightweight. I wasn’t even really that drunk.” 

“You  threw up on my shoes.” He said very matter of factly. 

You felt your checks flush red in embarrassment which made you slightly pissed. 

“Whatever. But I’m not a lightweight, just so you know.” You felt suddenly defensive of your drinking abilities and wanted this conversation to be over as soon as humanely possible. 

“See you around, lightweight.” JJ said before bounding down your porch stairs. 

“Asshole,” you whispered just loud enough for him to hear, no longer feeling so charmed by him. 

“Bye, princess.” He yelled back. 

...

The summer was passing uneventfully. You only saw JJ whenever you and your Kook friends ventured out to the boneyard for parties. Even then you clung to your friend’s side and were careful to put a wide distance between you and him. 

It had been raining for the past week but the sun was starting to peak out from behind the clouds and you were dying to get outside. You picked up your phone to call Kiara, knowing she was the only one of you friends who would want to surf with you. 

You two had met on the beach one day after you had massively wiped out from attempting to ride wave you had no business trying t surf. You had only picked up surfing recently and were much of an amateur then you had cared to admit. She rushed over to as you were coughing up salt water on the shore and ythe two of you clicked almost immediately. You hung out less often you wished but she was really more Pogue than Kook anyway so surfing was your two’s main activity. 

“Hey!” she said, answering the phone

“Hey,” you replied. “Come surf with me?” 

“Shit, I’m sorry (y/n). I promised the boys I would come see them tonight since my parents have refused to let me out because of this rain.” 

“Oh,” you said, disappointed. 

“You could come with me.” She offered.  

“Really?” You ask, not quite sure how genuine her offer to go hang out with the Pogues. 

“Yeah, I’d be cool. I’ll...uh...pick you up in 10 ten.” She said and hung up the phone. 

You hadn’t ever really spent much time with any Pogues. Other than the few times they’d had their tongues in your mouth but you didn’t really think that counted. 

“Shit,” you muttered, suddenly realizing that JJ was in fact, one of the boys that you had just agreed to spend your afternoon with. This was bound to be interesting. 

...

True to her word, Kie pulled up to your house tens minutes later and laid on the horn. You slipped the novel you were reading into your bag and ran outside to greet her. 

“I’m here. I’m here,” you said, jumping into the front seat of her car. 

Kie pulled out of your driveway and the two of you made you way to the chateau. 

Kie hopped out of the car and walked into the chateau with easy but you couldn’t help feel a little out of place. This was Pogue territory and it felt wrong for you to be here. 

“C’mon,” Kie said as she held open the front door and waved you inside. 

Kie pointed a boy who currently perched on the kitchen counter, “That’s Pope.” He offered you a small smile and a wave. “John B’s down at the boat.” Then she motioned to the blonde boy flopped on the couch. “And that’s-” 

JJ cut her off, “We’ve met.” 

“Okayyyy,” Kie says a little suspiciously but reached down to take the blunt JJ was playing with instead of asking any further questions. 

“Why is a Kook here?” JJ ask his voice laid with a touch of annoyance. 

“I was trying to surf with Kie but unfortunately you were monopolizing her time so now I’m here,” you answered him, ignoring the face that he was really asking Kie in the first place.  

Pope hopped off the counter and headed to the front door. “Can we go already?” He asked before walking out it. 

“Yes, sir,” JJ says, jumping up his spot on the couch. “Comin’ lightweight?” He looked at you with raised eyebrows. 

“I have a name, you know. You could use it.” You shot back. 

“But that would be no fun, darlin’,” JJ replied with horrible fake southern accent. 

You cross your arms in front of you chest and scowled at him. 

Kie slapped him on the back of his head. “Leave (y/n) alone JJ.” 

He threw his hands in surrender. “Wasn’t me, mamma.” 

Kie rolls her eyes at him and grabbed your hand, leading you to the dock. “Ignore him. He’s an idiot.” 

You look back at JJ and say with a straight face, “I see that.” 

...

Being on the boats with the boys was nice. Well, being on the boat with John B and Pope was nice at least. You could see why Kie would rather spent her days with them than any of the guys from Figure Eight. 

You were successfully ignoring JJ and he didn’t seem to have further interest in annyoing you. You could tell another conversation with him might end nasty so you stayed as far away  as you could considering how small the HMS POGUE was. 

You and Kie were spread out on the bow soaking up the summer sun. Kie pulled her headphones out of her ears and declared that she wanted to swim She pulled her t-shirt off and jumped into the water with John B and Pope following quickly behind. You stood up, squinting at them in the water. 

“Get in!” Kie called to you. 

You held up the book you head been reading as to say, I’m good. She shrugged accepting you answer. 

“Really? You’re not getting in?” JJ asked you from across the boat. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You said, dryly. You studied his face for a moment, looking for a sign of emotion but found none. 

You turned back to watch Kie and the boys in the water when suddenly you were being pushed off the bow of the boat and into your water. Your book flew out of hand and by some graces of God landed in the boat. 

You came up, hacking up waterr,to see JJ standing over you with a devilish grin on his face. 

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” 

“How’s the water?” He smirked at you. 

“You’re a dick,” you snapped at him, swimming over to climb back in the boat. 

“You gotta admit (y/n), it was kind of funny.” John B said from the water. 

Kie reached over and smacked his arm. “Shut up John B.”

“C’mon Kook,” JJ said once you were back on the boat. “Can’t you take a joke or do they not teach you that on your side of the island?” 

You wanted to slap the stupid grin off JJ’s face but instead you just smiled your best fake smile at him. “I can take a joke. Your’s just wasn’t funny.”

You wrapped yourself in your towel, curled up into ball, and officially decided you never wanted to be associated with JJ Maybank. Or ever be friends with him, much less anything more.

...

“You should come hang out with me and the boys again sometime.” Kie offered when she dropped you off later that night.

You gave her a tight smile, “I’ll think about it.” Fully aware that even if JJ was the very last person left on plant earth, you had no intentions of ever going near him again. Your drunk self must have been really far gone to have wanted that boy because he was the worst kind of news and now that you knew it, you were staying far away. For good.

[whimsywit]

Hi! may i order a red velvet truffle please? btw my pronouns are she/her!

Zodiac; Aries

Gender preference: none

Age Preference: none

Likes: Animals, Exploring, Learning new things, Fashion, Sweets, and the Arts

Dislikes: Open mouth chewing, Childish humor, Ignorance

Hobbies: cooking, tango dancing, volunteering, guitar, reading, knitting, learning Italian

Talents: Art, observing others, socializing, public speaking, creativity, a lot of self awareness, able to bounce back from set backs in life easily

Positive Qualities: Kind, intelligent, creative, empath, passionate, sassy, adventurous, social

Negative Qualities: stubborn, finds it hard to let things go, pushes people away who have hurt me out of fear of being hurt even more

Fears: clowns, heartbreak, being out of control, abandonment, exclusion

Aspirations: to travel as much as i can! to find a career that makes me happy and provides for me, and live with no regrets or “what-ifs”, and to finish my 300 paged bucket list skskskk

Admired Qualities in Others: Passion, Honesty, Intelligence, Genuineness, Ambition, strength and a warm presence!

Avoided Qualities in Others: Arrogance, Bigotry, emotional unavailableness, lack of empathy or compassion

Extra: Im a native irish girl and i can get quite insecure of my accent, i love dark humor (to an extent of course), i love making things for others, i love spending time with my family, and i love playing card games! I also practice wicca, and love the beach! thank you!! xoxo

Hey! Thanks for requesting and supporting my blog 🤗 This is simultaneously an unlikely but obvious pairing imo, but either way I hope you like being matched with...

Fumikage Tokoyami!

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Though he might not have the sunniest disposition out of his group of friends, that in no way means he’s cold or closed off! He readily shares and cooperates with his teammates, and always puts his heart into whatever he’s doing even if that happens to be just looking cool lmao, which are all qualities that made me think of him for you.

The thing that would instantly pull you two together though? WICCA :D He doesn’t actively practice, but we all know how involved he is with the dark and arcane, and is simply bursting at the seams to finally have someone to share and discuss his interests with! You two go on and on about it, oml people can’t shut you up it’s super cute. Not only that, he loves your dark humor (he makes jokes about dying all the time after all) and even your accent, as I bet he has a cursory interest in Celtic and Gaelic history and influences and the like. I guess you can say you’re... birds of a feather? Please, hold your applause folks, I’ll be here all week 😌💅🏼

Gosh actually he loves everything about you—your mind, your radiance, perseverance, creative interests, how well you balance it out with your darker tastes, even finding your stubbornness endearing. Fumikage calls you all sorts of dramatic titles, “the light at the end of his swirling dark tunnel,” “his salvation from despair and decay,” “the gorgeous flower in the midst of his endless wood,” yeah okay you get the point, he loves you with every ounce of his birdy heart, and could never dream of hurting you! He shares your fears of being left out or losing control of dark shadow too, and so you two work on these together while reassuring each other all the way.

I can see plenty of your days together people-watching and eventually moving into people-talking (he greatly appreciates your social know-how, poor awkward bird boy), while nights spent in more intimate company. Whether it’s playing cards, reading, or studying languages together, he’ll love having you to himself, and’ll even find himself nuzzling and preening you with his beak absentmindedly remind me to write about that later guys there’s so much potential there holy moly. Maybe if he’s in the mood, even teaching him how to tango? He’d be very flustered, but that’s just because he doesn’t know to handle something so cliche and romantic with you, so take the opportunity to tease him cause I promise seeing his feathers ruffled like that is one of the 7 wonders of the world ùwú

AHHH SPEAKING OF WHICH (im awesome at transitions right?) HE’D BE MORE THAN HAPPY TO TRAVEL WITH YOU!! Even more so if you can visit ruins or other ancient places, he eats that stuff up. He cherishes having you in his life so deeply, and will help you achieve any goals you desire, no matter how long the list may be, and with a guy like that at your side I promise you’ll have no regrets 🤗

[venusmages]

THAT BEING SAID, heres my list of criticisms for CP2077 so far because i’m not just blindly praising it. under a readmore for a few spoilers, one major character spoiler so if you’re playing don’t read this until youre finished with act 1

this isnt bringing into the account of the criticisms console players are talking about bc im on PC, but i completely agree with frustrated console players about launch being a mess.

the fact that they cut you being able to take jackie with you to go meet with meredith is really frustrating. i wonder if they lost time and it broke something because it was in the gameplay demo from a while back.

on the same vein, t-bugs ‘death’ was so sudden and fast that i didn’t even register it as her supposedly dying until v brings it up later in the level. i thought she had just gotten hurt and booted from the program. if she’s actually dead i’m going to be incredibly disappointed and its going to be one of my few genuine sour notes on the game.

the romances are laughably inserted and shouldn’t have even been part of marketing in my opinion. from my understanding it looks like they’re all sidequests and there’s only like four of them total anyways. dont bother if your v isnt into one of the two options they have and just pretend youre kissin whoever you want lol

takemuras introduction was amazing but i feel like i missed a dialog somewhere that explained why he ended up getting chased by arasaka so fast after the events of act 1. i know his motivation but am a little confused about whats going on.

in the same vein, some optional dialog choices don’t actually feel optional if you don’t want to feel like you’re missing context for whats going on. i don’t mean this in a lore way, i mean this in a basic narrative way. 

i like that v clearly has their own personality that you kinda tweak and manipulate through your own actions, like with geralt in the witcher series. however i completely understand if people were lead to believe they’d be getting COMPLETE FREEDOM and are let down by the reality of V being a slightly less mailable character. as someone who likes witcher and the dragon age and mass effect series i’m okay with my oc having a pre-ordained personality but marketing could easily have misled people to believe otherwise and thats a totally valid complaint.

i love jackie to DEATH and hes one of the most likable videogame characters ever. however i do wonder sometimes if he suffers from ‘bilingual people don’t talk like that’ syndrome. it can get kinda muddy given how translators work in this universe.

in the same vein i think some of the calls for the game being transphobic or misogynist are overblown but i feel like part of it is the game might not be properly relaying that the overly sexual, violent, objectifying advertisements in 2077 is actually part of the lore and not CD trying to be cheeky ala Saints Row. Its a crit on consumerism and how desensitized the populace of the future gets to hatred, violence, and sex that it has to be overblown to the point of ludicracy. it might not translate for someone who hasn’t taken the time to look into the lore or familarize themselves with the vibe of the series before picking up the game. YES it is incredibly gritty and dark, but thats the point. However I think that fact needed to be communicated better because it just won’t be palatable for some people. Its stuff like this that makes me think we really need content warnings ALA fanfic for... all media, really. its a good idea. i could see the ‘fuckable piece of meat’ line being genuinely terrifying for some people and it comes out of nowhere. I like dark media and content but i don’t know if the game properly conveys beforehand that this is a BLEAK. world. BLEAK. 

i also think, unfortunately, its clear the team was crunched and ran out of time for a lot of things they wanted to add into the game. i feel like tying gender to v’s voice was the most elegant solution they had considering all of the voicelines in game. not saying it’s the best solution, but i’m glad they did that rather than tie it to body type or genetalia.

that being said i wish you could have a biotic pussy or dick in this game just bc that would be some cool transhumanism. same in general i wish you could replace limbs or eventually get more cyberware options that changed how you look.

I’m glad they’re gonna fix the epilepsy trigger but I’m also surprised and disappointed no one caught that might be a problem earlier on. I wonder what play testing was like.

Also glad the dev team isnt going to be treated like the new vegas team and they’re getting their bonus regardless of the game’s review score. that’s some stupid bullshit but every publisher does that shit unfortunately.

the fact you cant change your makeup, cybernetics, or hair after the start is dumb and i hope they fix that.

the c key being for crouching AND skipping dialogue is inelegant to say the least. you can fix it in settings for skipping dialogue to be ‘hold c’ but it shouldn’t have been an issue in the first place.

ai definitely wasnt finished and it shows. largely in how theres clearly no AI driving and how cops feel half-implimented.

managing stash is CONFUSING. so is the hacking minigame until you get used to it.

it is a LITTLE apparent that you’re going to go into Cutscene Time because characters tell you to sit somewhere specific. However once you’re in those locked scenes the game is still super immersive and beautiful so it’s not too bad.

i don’t understand why youd buy a car when you have one already and a motorcycle but i’ll still probably shop around for funsies

combat definitely feels floaty but ive played bethesda games and nothing can be as bad as those so its fine for me.

i know there’s more but thats what i have so far. I’m having a great time but those are my Thots.