#yeah nevermind scratch that... bad idea

[photoniccyclone]

Suffice to say: Work on Chapter 7 has begun.

[whatwooshkai]

for the smoke & mirrors ask - have you had 16 yet?

"You do it! You're the leader!"

"I am not asking! Boulder, you ask."

"Okay-"

"Actually, nevermind. This is stupid. I'll just use my hoses-"

"No! You are not spraying me in the face again, you almost broke my optics-"

"Oh shut up, you were fine!"

"Barely!"

"Blades is correct, that level of pressure-"

"Stay out of this, Chase!"

"Seriously, guys, I don't mind asking-"

Cody sighs, lowering the lift all the way down before the rescue bots break out into an all out brawl. Five minutes of listening to them bicker and yet he still has no idea what they want.

"Hey guys!" he announces, and every helm snaps over. Cody is suddenly aware of the size difference. "Whatcha talkin' 'bout?"

The rescue bots' gazes flit between Cody and each other, seemingly having a silent conversation before Boulder pipes up and says, "We want you to wash our faces."

"Huh?"

"Our faces," Chase repeats. "We would like you to wash them."

"Yeah, I heard," Cody says, giving them a lopsided smile. "I just wanna know why."

"Well, back on Cybertron you'd have to go to a detailer to get your face properly cleaned," Blades explains. "Lots of small seams, big servos, it's not exactly easy to do it yourself. But we figured, since your servos are so small...?"

None of the rescue bots are looking at him. Boulder is very interested in their hands, Blades is scuffing his feet, Heatwave is tapping a beat on his arm that makes Chase's finials flick in time.

Oh my god. Are they... embarrassed?

Cody coughs into his fist to stifle a laugh. His dad says it all the time: "For a race of advanced alien robots, they're just as bad as us."

"I can wash your faces!" Cody assures them. "Frankie'll be here soon, and she'll be happy to help too!"

There's clear embarrassment radiating off the bots, but Cody decides not to let them stew in it and runs to the storage closet to grab the supplies, fumbling with his comm link at the same time.

"Hey, Frankie," he says, pressing his cheek to his shoulder as he puts the car soap in a bucket with some sponges and towels. "How far are you?"

"Walking in now," her voice crackles over the comm line. "Why?"

"The bots asked for their faces washed, so we're doing that," he explains, grabbing a second bucket.

"Why...?"

Cody shrugs, then realizes she can't see him. "Because they asked. Isn't that a good enough reason?"

Frankie sighs, but there's a smile in her voice. "I guess so. Coming down the lift now."

"Don't get off, we'll need some height." Cody carries his supplies out of the closet, past the bots who are currently greeting Frankie, up onto the lift beside her. He sets down their supplies and they divide them between each other, and Heatwave fills their buckets when prompted.

Boulder and Blades come forward first, sitting down and letting Frankie adjust the lift so they're at the perfect height.

Cody has been close to the rescue bots before. He sits on their shoulders, they carry him around in their hands, sometimes they sit him atop their helms! But he realizes that he's never been this close to their faces, and now he understands why they wanted this.

Boulder's faceplate isn't perfectly smooth, there are small grooves and seams and scratches and scuffs, there's little divots under their optics that almost look like tear ducts. Cody dips the sponge into the soapy water and starts on Boulder's cheek, but nearly drops it when the rumbling starts up.

Blades had slumped over immediately, leaning his chin onto the railing of the lift, and while Boulder was doing a better job of keeping themselves upright, twin rumbling rises from their chests, the unmistakable purr of an engine.

Frankie and Cody exchange looks, not wanting to ruin the moment. Like cats! Frankie signs excitedly, and Cody can't help but grin, because they are.

There's a shocking amount of dirt on Boulder's face, so it takes almost two hours to get the towel to come out clean when he wipes it across their cheek. Blades has fully fallen asleep.

Heatwave's tapping his arm impatiently while Chase has busied himself with a book, but his tapping foot is giving him away as well.

"All done!" Cody announces, clapping his hands together, and Boulder blinks sleepily, before giving him a big smile.

"Thank you!" they say brightly, standing up shakily and picking up Blades with them, making room for the other two.

Chase takes a spot in front of Frankie as Heatwave sits in front of Cody. He leans onto his hands to brings his face close enough for Cody to reach it.

Heatwave looks exhausted already, and far worse for wear than Boulder did. It almost seems like there's dark circles under his optics, there's dirt crusted into the scar on his cheek and in the seams of his jaw, and there's a dent just below his left optic.

He's asleep in minutes.

All four rescue bots' engines purr in time.

[philza-updates]

Bad news for the new Hardcore Season 4 merch line!

[Transcript Begins:

*Phil is playing Minecraft on QSMP, building out a room underground.*

Phil: Oh, *huffed laughter* by the way chat, uh, merch currently delayed. Um *laughing breath* for insane reason, um. *laughs* Dunno if you heard- dunno- dunno if you heard but, uh, the people that run Represent, the company that did my merch, is cameo.com. Um, they just, like- fuckin’- like a few days ago just like-

Phil (up close on his mic for emphasis to indicate that he’s speaking as Cameo.com now): Um, yeah, Represent? We’re just gonna stop. Represent stops now.

Phil (speaking at a normal mic distance again): And, like, everyone working at it just got laid off, essentially. So… *Phil shrugs* we were having some designs worked on and they’re pretty fucking cool and I have them in my other room but they currently are just in limbo at the minute. Pfff *laughs.* Yeah cameo.com shut down represent.com which is the- my merch people. They just went *blows raspberry.* They bought them and, like, a year or two later went *blows another raspberry* and gone. So oof. Oof. Nevermind. But! Potential good news! The artist and the representative that I talk- that I talked to about merch are potentially trying to work something out that I can still get these designs. Maybe. *Phil slightly slams his keyboard for emphasis during the last 2 sentences.* Maybe? I don’t know. I don’t know. I really like these designs. But we’ll see, I have no idea. If I have to start from scratch then we have to start from scratch, that’s just it, ya know? Bom bom bom *places blocks in game* We’ll see how things go. Boosh boosh boosh *more block placing.* So yeah, uh, the plan was to have it come out, you know, pretty soon, either this month or next month and that’s just not a plan- that’s just can’t- that can’t happen anymore.

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[wheels-of-despair]

@funsonmunson-again's Birthday Week Writing Challenge Oliver Soon-to-be-Munson and the Best Birthday Ever The Eddie: Janitor!Eddie The Prompt: #6: write me something domestic. use your eddie of choice, reader pregnant or not, just give me something for my ovaries to combust to. show me dad!eddie Words: 3.8k? It just kinda... happened. 😳 Contains: Oliver's first birthday with Janitor!Eddie and Teach. Notes: I did some bad math and figured they'd get Oliver in about 1994, so this is meant to take place that summer, while they're just fostering him. Then somebody dropped new Eddie Age info and I was too far into it to recalculate. Disregard if this conflicts with the official timeline. This contains no I Love You's - because I don't know if they're there yet at this point, and those firsts aren't mine to write anyway. (But I'd love to read them, hint hint.)

"Ollie's got a birthday coming up. Any ideas?"

"Hmmm," Eddie hums, crawling into bed after a long day. He settles his head on your chest and wiggles the rest of his body so close, he's nearly on top of you. You smile and wrap your arms around him. You both lie there and think quietly for a moment.

"I don't think we should do anything too big," he says thoughtfully. "Just something normal. If his mom gets him back, we don't want his next birthday to be drastically different."

"Good idea," you agree, twirling a strand of his hair in your fingers. "What's considered normal these days?"

"You're asking me about normal?" he chuckles.

"Nevermind," you laugh. "What was your most memorable birthday?"

"The year it was just me and my mom," he answers quickly. "Dad was in jail. Mom made me a cake and gave me a little red matchbox car. It was all I played with for months."

"Aw," you coo, scratching his scalp gently.

"Then Dad got out and stomped it 'cause I left it in the floor." You kiss the top of his head and hold him a little tighter.

"What was yours?" he asks.

"We were never really big on birthdays. Just dinner and a present or two. Cards from relatives. Very low-key."

He hums and nuzzles into you. You let out a sigh.

"I kinda feel like we should just ask him, but I think it would put too much pressure on him. Poor baby's still afraid to ask for seconds at dinner. Even if he had something in mind, he probably wouldn't tell us."

A sad silence falls over the room. You want to give your sweet boy the world, but you don't know if he could handle it just yet.

"Wayne used to take me to the movies," Eddie says.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Dollar Days at The Hawk."

"The Hawk?"

"There used to be a theater on Main Street, before the mall moved in and turned it into a ghost town. When times were slow, and there was nothing good out, they'd show old movies. A double feature for a dollar. It was old black and white stuff, mostly. The first time Wayne took me, it was pirate movies. That's what kicked off my pirate era."

"Pirate Eddie, huh?"

"Oh yeah. Talked like a pirate for almost a year. Badly. Every stick was a sword. Surprised Wayne didn't make me walk the plank." You chuckle, and you can feel him grinning into your chest.

"I bet you were adorable."

He scoffs. "Pirates are not adorable! They're rough and tough!"

"If you say so, baby." You kiss the top of his head again with a grin.

"Anyway, that was our thing. My birthday's a movie dead zone, so there was usually a Dollar Days promotion going on. I don't think we ever saw pirates again, though. It was mostly westerns after that."

"Was there a Cowboy Eddie era?"

"You bet there was, little lady," he drawls. You cackle and quickly quiet yourself, hoping you hadn't woken up Ollie. "I was gonna move out west and live like the good ol' days. I wanted a ranch with horses and cows and a good dog and a pretty lady."

"Well, one out of five's not bad, I guess." He looks up at you in confusion. "You got the lady, at least," you tease with a wink.

"That's all I need," he whispers. You give him a kiss on the forehead, and both return to your previous positions.

"So, making Oliver a cake and taking him to the movies?"

"Sounds good to me."

"Good morning, birthday boy!" you smile from the stove, where you're keeping an eye on the bacon.

Oliver has finally wandered in, still in his pajamas. He's hugging his teddy bear with one arm and rubbing his eyes with his free hand. This child is the cutest little thing you've ever seen.

"Happy Birthday, bud," Eddie says, coming in from the living room.

"Thanks," Oliver says shyly, looking at the floor.

"What do you think: Breakfast first, or a present?" Eddie asks the boy with a mischievous grin.

Oliver's eyes light up, but he shrugs.

"What do you think, sweetheart?" Eddie asks you.

"I think I'm not quite done over here yet, so you should probably start with a present. That alright with you, Ollie?"

He nods, and you grin at him.

Eddie ducks back into the living room and returns with a neatly wrapped box, which he sets on the table with an exaggerated grunt. Oliver looks from the gift to Eddie to you, silently asking permission.

"It's okay," you encourage him with a smile and a nod.

He sits at the table and carefully unwraps it, almost like he's afraid of what's inside.

What's inside are ten Hardy Boys books.

The school library had a few random volumes left over from the 50s, and Ollie always had one checked out. They were his favorites; he would read the same four or five mysteries over and over again.

You'd never seen a child so happy about getting a book. His jaw dropped, and he reached out and ran his finger along the spines. You'd found a boxed set of the first ten books at a thrift store. They looked almost like new.

"They're really mine?"

"Of course, bud," Eddie assures him.

"For keeps?"

"Yup," you chirp.

First, he hugs his books. Then he hugs Eddie. Then he runs over and hugs you. (You step away from the stove when you see him coming, not wanting him to get too close to the hot pans.) And then he returns to his books, staring at them like he's afraid to take them out.

Eddie seems to sense this, and pulls his chair closer.

"Have you read any of these yet?" he asks.

"This one," Oliver points to a spine, "and this one. I think."

Eddie pulls out the first book Oliver pointed at and reads the summary on the back.

"Yeah, that's my favorite!" Oliver says in amazement when he sees the cover of the book Eddie holds, which is facing him. He excitedly pulls the rest out, one at a time, and carefully inspects each cover.

While he's busy poring over every detail of the cover art, Eddie gives you a smile that almost makes you forget the breakfast you're supposed to be cooking. The ding of the oven timer brings you back to reality.

Turning back to the stove, you hurriedly pull out a pan of biscuits and start turning off burners. Eddie gets up and pulls down a stack of plates for you.

"Alright bud, ready for breakfast now?"

Oliver nods, carefully putting his books back into their box, in the correct order. He tries to pick it up off the table, but struggles until Eddie swoops in. He's just a little guy, after all.

"Wanna put these in your room for now?" Eddie asks. Oliver nods and follows him to the bedroom; Eddie with an armful of books and Ollie with his teddy bear. By the time they get back - the books had to go on a shelf, obviously - breakfast is on the table. Bacon, and eggs, and biscuits made from scratch. The only person who was a bigger biscuit junkie than Ollie was Eddie, so you had two very happy and full boys that morning.

"What time's the thing?" you asked inconspicuously, washing the last of the dishes.

Eddie, who's on drying duty, looks down at his hand. He'd written down the showtime when he double-checked the paper that morning. "11:20."

"You wanna get Ollie dressed while I hop in the shower? If I go out smelling like bacon grease, every dog in town's gonna be chasing us."

He laughs and kisses your forehead, hanging up the dish towel and heading for Ollie's room. You drain the sink and make your way to the bathroom, smiling when you overhear Eddie teasing a fun birthday adventure while trying not to spill the beans.

After you're all dressed (and de-baconed), you hop in the car. Ollie watches curiously from his booster seat in the back.

"Where are we going?"

"Do you really want to know, or do you want it to be a surprise?" You turn around and give him a smile while Eddie drives. "It's okay either way. It's your call, bud."

Oliver shrugs.

"Do you want a hint?"

He thinks about it, then nods his head. A nod instead of a shrug. Progress!

"We're going to the movies."

Confusion clouds his little face.

"Have you ever been to the movies before?" you ask with a smile, hoping that it's disguising the panic you suddenly felt. Had he really never been before? Is this going to be overwhelming for him? Why hadn't you thought of this?!

"Like when we rent tapes?"

"Not exactly. We're going to a theater."

His face is blank.

"It's a big room in the mall, with lots of seats and a huge screen."

"Muuuch bigger than our TV," Eddie adds.

"And we watch the movie there?"

"Yup, on the big screen."

"Why?"

You look at Eddie helplessly, and he chuckles at you.

"Because it's fun," he says. "My Uncle Wayne used to take me on my birthday when I was little. We'd get a bucket of popcorn, and a drink, and then go sit in a comfy chair and wait for the lights to go down. They show you previews of other movies coming out soon, just like on the tapes we rent. And then they turn the real movie on. You've never seen anything like it. It's so big! It doesn't even matter what the movie is. It's just a cool thing to see, and a cool place to be."

"Especially when you're there with your favorite people," you add, looking at Eddie with a smile. He reaches over and squeezes your hand.

"So, sound like fun?" you ask, turning your attention back to Ollie.

He nods. You'll take it.

Oliver is understandably nervous when you arrive at the theater. It's his very first time, after all. He clings to your side from the minute you help him out of the car. Eddie buys the tickets at the box office out front, and sticks them in his front pocket. You walk Oliver around the lobby to look at the posters while Eddie waits in line to buy a bucket of popcorn and a drink from the counter inside.

Ollie's eyes linger over the candy counter when you come to meet Eddie, but he doesn't say a word. That's alright. You'll hook him up later, you think with a smirk. Moms have their ways.

("Their ways" meaning you bought candy at the dollar store a few days ago and hid it in the bottom of your purse. You feel no shame about this. Movie theater candy is highway robbery. Just the facts.)

With a bucket of popcorn and a gallon of soda, Eddie leads the way into the theater. He picks a spot in the back, away from everyone else, and you all get settled in. You check your watch.

"Ten minutes to go. Probably a good time to hit the bathroom," you note. Eddie nods.

"Wanna hit the head before the movie starts, buddy?" Oliver shrugs. "C'mon," Eddie says with a smile and a tilt of his head. They leave together, and you guard the popcorn.

They come back just in time. Oliver sits between you, munching on popcorn and looking around. There's not a whole lot to see in here; it's a morning matinee, and the movie's been out for a while, so there's only a handful of other people. Then the lights go down, and Oliver tenses.

"It's alright, it just means the show's about to start," Eddie whispers to him. Oliver looks to you, and you nod in agreement. He sits back in his seat and pulls his knees up, resting his chin on them. You and Eddie share A Look over his head.

And then the screen comes to life. Oliver's eyes widen. You and Eddie are both trying to watch him without being obvious about it, and failing hilariously. You watch him all through the previews, completely transfixed by the clips on the giant screen in front of him.

When the theater chain's roller coaster intro came on, you thought Oliver was going to lose his mind. His eyes were the size of saucers, and his jaw was dangerously close to coming unhinged. You and Eddie grin at each other. This was the show you came to see.

And then the lights dim more, and the movie starts. Oliver perks up at the Disney logo, which he is very familiar with. You and Eddie's traditional Friday night plans of "dinner and a movie" looked a little different these days, but you loved them just the same. Maybe more.

A song blasts through the speakers scattered throughout the theater. Oliver leans forward, seemingly possessed by the music, inching closer and closer to the empty seat in front of him as each new animal appears. By the time the lions show up, he's standing, grasping the top edge of the chair in front of him with both hands, like it's all that's keeping him from falling into the movie.

You cover your mouth and look over at Eddie, who is grinning so hard, it looks like it might actually split his face.

After a few minutes of letting him soak it in, you reach forward and hook your finger through his belt loop, pulling him back to his seat gently. He lands on his chair with a light bounce, but doesn't seem to notice. You and Eddie share another grin, and start digging into the popcorn.

You've never seen any child pay such close attention to anything for so long in your life. And you've spent quite a lot of time around them. But Oliver remains focused throughout the entire movie, from the opening sunrise to the final scene where the good guy triumphs. He didn't even get scared during those freaky hyena scenes.

When the lights finally come back on, Oliver sits back in his seat and breathes for the first time in an hour and a half. He looks up at Eddie, then at you.

"Well, what'd you think?" you ask.

"This was the best birthday EVER."

The cub's ruling may have come a little early, because the day was still young.

Oliver had been too captivated by the movie to eat anything, and you and Eddie had only eaten half the popcorn, so you brought the bucket home with you. You looked back at him, munching on a handful and staring thoughtfully out the window. You wished you knew what was going on in his head…

But you soon found out. After he'd eaten his fill of popcorn and had time to process the mind-blowing event of going to the movies for the first time, and he started talking. And he didn't stop.

He told you about his favorite scenes, and his favorite characters, and what his favorite song was, and that he knew all along that the good guy would win in the end. He'd memorized so many details from the movie, after only one viewing, you were extremely impressed. You and Eddie nodded along happily, laughing and gasping in the appropriate places of his passionate re-telling.

By the time you got close to home, Oliver had nearly talked himself out. His blinks were becoming longer, and he leaned his head back against the seat. Eddie, who'd been keeping an eye on him in the rearview mirror, took the long way around instead of his usual shortcut. Oliver was asleep when you pulled in the driveway.

Eddie handed you the keys and opened the back door to unbuckle Oliver and pull him out. You led the way up the front steps and unlocked the door, holding it for your beautiful boys. Eddie carried Oliver into his room and came back out with a grin.

"You think he liked it?" he asks, causing both of you to burst into a fit of hushed giggles.

"Wayne'll be here in an hour and a half. Wanna get stuff ready, or lay on the couch for a few?" Eddie asks. You look at each other for approximately three seconds before heading to the couch.

You doze for about an hour, then get up and start working on Oliver's birthday dinner. You've got a salad to make and a cake to ice. Eddie's got grilling to do. After all the vegetables are washed, Eddie goes to wake up Oliver. When they return to the kitchen, you send them both outside with a pan full of vegetables wrapped in foil. Eddie might not be great with the baking, but the man can grill anything.

A few minutes later, Wayne knocks twice, then lets himself in as you're starting to frost the cake you baked late last night.

"Hi, Wayne!"

"Hey, darlin'. You need help?"

"Nope, just finishing up. You need a drink?"

"Eddie's got the cooler outside. Uh…" You look up from the cake to see Wayne rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, just like Eddie does. "You got wrappin' paper?"

"Yeah, hall closet." You point, and he shuffles over and pulls out a roll of blue striped paper.

"Scissors?"

"Scissors and tape are in the top drawer closest to you," you point again. "You need help?"

"I can wrap a damn present, girl."

"Then why didn't you teach Eddie how?"

"Boy wouldn't sit still long enough." You both grin, and he pulls something out of his flannel pocket and drops it on the table, turning his back to you and getting to work.

You slather the last of the frosting on your cake as Wayne walks the roll of blue paper back to the closet.

"I, uh… I didn't have any."

"That's okay. I've always got plenty, appropriate for any gift-wrapping occasion. Help yourself, any time."

"Thanks. Uh... all I had was newspaper, and I didn't have time to make it to the store and back… I, uh, didn't want the boy to feel like he was an afterthought." Your heart swells, but you can already hear Wayne's "don't go gettin' all emotional on me, girl", so you take an alternate route.

"Wayne, you know it's what's inside the paper that counts," you say with a wink. He chuckles, and Oliver peeks his head inside the door.

"Eddie says to bring him some dang meat."

"Tell him to hold his dang horses," you laugh, reaching into the fridge for a plate of burgers and hot dogs. Oliver relays your reply out the door, and you can hear Eddie cackle from his place by the grill. Wayne stuffs the little package back into his pocket and reaches for the dang meat. You pick up your salad and follow him out the door, which Oliver holds for you like a gentleman.

While Eddie cooks his dang meat, Oliver tells Wayne about his day so far: breakfast, books, the coolest movie ever. Wayne grins, then pats his pocket with a questioning look at you. You nod. He pulls out his present, and hands it to Ollie.

"Another present?!"

"Yup. Happy Birthday, little man."

Oliver looks at you, and you nod, giving him the go-ahead. He tears off the paper to reveal two matchbox cars: a red one, and a blue one.

"What'd you get, buddy?" Eddie asks, leaning over to see. He freezes when he sees the two little cars.

"I figured you needed two so you could play with your-- with Eddie," Wayne corrects quickly.

"Thank you!" Ollie says with a grin, holding his cars closer to inspect the details. Eddie shares a look with Wayne, then looks to you. You give him a warm smile, knowing exactly what this reminds him of.

Dinner went great. You had burgers, hot dogs, roasted veggies and corn on the cob, salad, and potato chips. (Eddie insisted that having a cook-out without potato chips was against the laws of America. Wayne and Oliver backed him up on this. Who were you to argue with the laws of America, as decided by the people?)

You brought out the cake and stuck the candles in it. Eddie insisted that everyone sing "Happy Birthday" to Ollie, and proceeded to dramatically air-guitar his way through it. Oliver laughed so hard at Eddie, and at Wayne rolling his eyes at Eddie, he had to hold onto you for support. He finally caught his breath and blew out his candles. While Eddie was removing the candles and preparing to cut the cake, Ollie looked up at you with his big eyes. You leaned down closer, sensing that he wanted to tell you something.

"Do you want to know what I wished for?" he whispers.

"If you tell, it won't come true," you whisper back. He looks thoughtful for a moment, then grins.

"Cake?" he asks.

"Cake!" you repeat.

"Cake." Eddie says, placing a piece in front of Oliver, then handing you one across the table.

"Cake?" Wayne asks, not wanting to be left out.

"Cake!" Eddie says, giving Wayne a piece, then settling down with his own.

After everyone was properly caked, Wayne went home to get ready for work. You and Eddie performed a hasty clean-up (thank you, aluminum foil), and you put away leftovers while the boys played on the living room floor with their new cars. Ollie's favorite color is blue, so Eddie laid claim to the red car. (Even though you heard Ollie tell Eddie he could have the blue one if he wanted, like the sweetest boy in the whole world.)

You leaned on the counter and watched them play, racing and doing daring stunts and making hilarious sound effects as they recklessly 'drove' over any surface in reach. You could watch them for hours, but that would interfere with a certain birthday boy's bedtime.

Ollie never complained when you told him it was bedtime. Maybe because bedtime here meant he got to wear clean pajamas and crawl into his own bed with a full belly and his favorite teddy bear, and have a bedtime story read to him by people who loved him.

He was struggling to keep his eyes open when Eddie finished tonight's chapter of the fantasy book they'd picked out together. You tucked him in while Eddie turned on the nightlight.

"Good night, baby," you whisper with a kiss to the top of his head.

"Good night, buddy," Eddie said quietly on his way to the door.

"'Night," Oliver mumbles sleepily, "was best birthday ever."

It really was.

Bonus: Oliver's wish was that he could stay with you and Eddie forever. I can tell you that now, because it already came true. 😉

Double Bonus:

[itzpris15634]

Pick a Name (ft. Russell and Minka)

Noticing the little potted plants at each side of Russell’s door, she commented on them, “Ooh, that’s new! Pretty new plants, Russell.”

“Why, thank you Minka!” Russell smiled, “But they’re my dad’s, actually. He’s been doing some cleaning work, and asked me to take care of his plants for a bit. He’ll be getting them back next week, anyway.”

“Ooh, okay! But do they- have, like, names?”

“…Names? Why is that your first question about a plant?”

“I mean, some people do it! And your dad seems like he’d do that to his plants.”

“That’s… a very interesting concept, for sure,” Russell tried to hide the tone of ever so slight judgement in his voice. Minka noticed anyway.

“You’re making it sound like a bad thing. My house plants have names, and I think it’s adorable!”

“Whatever. To each their own, I guess,” Russell cleared his throat, “Either way, if they do have names, he never told me.”

“Aww, oh well… Hey, you mentioned that he’ll be taking them back soon, right?”

“Yeah. Admittedly, I will miss them. They do add a bit of color to this porch…”

“Why not buy some of your own? Lots of plants in lots of places! I’m sure you can find a nice flower shop somewhere. Maybe the bota… bone tan…”

“Botanical gardens?”

“Yeah! Gardens! Where Basil works! I’m sure you can find something there.”

“Okay… Though, responsibilities will I be taking upon getting a plant?”

“I mean, if it’s not too high maintenance? It won’t need much! Just water them, and lotsssss of sunlight! Won’t be a problem, if you’re keeping them here on your porch. Lots of sun!”

“Okay, okay. I’ll… consider it. Maybe.”

“Awesome! So, what would you name them?!”

“Minka!”

“Pleeeeaaaasee? If you want, I can suggest for you!“

“Okay then. Shoot.”

“Bertram!”

…

“Minka… out of all names… Bertram?”

“Hey, it just feels like it would fit somehow, okay? I just feel it! Plus, do you have any better ideas?”

Russell stood there for a while, scratching his chin in thought.

“Nevermind. Bertram it is, then.”

“Yay!”

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Day 21: porch

I flopped onto bed, about to fall asleep. Until I realized ‘o shit i didn’t write today yet’ so here I am.

[biniminisblog]

Good Boy Gone Bad | Lee Felix SMAU

chapter three

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"so if you add thirty joules of heat to ten joules of work then that's the internal energy-" felix stops talking when he notices you weren't really paying attention anymore. he sighs and scratches his head in frustration. he writes down the formula and solution before placing his pencil down. felix then took his time to actually look at you. this was the first time he was able to properly take in your features and he was in awe. you had your palm propped under your chin and you were looking down at your half eaten pancake with a dejected look on your face. despite your expression, you still looked so beautiful.

he thought it was such a shame that you gained such a bad reputation because of it. but as he pondered over that, he started to think that maybe those rumors weren’t as true as they make it out to be, nevermind the fact you blackmailed him. this was your fourth study session and so far, you have been nothing but cooperative, albeit it was a little hard to teach you when you didn’t even know the basics. he just had to be patient with you, and you were always eager to learn, so he wonders what’s got you so distracted today.

"earth to yn, are you still there?" felix's deep voice startles you, and you look up to find that he was closer than he was before, his face mere inches away from yours. you quickly look away, flustered at the proximity, and he chuckles at your reaction.

"uh yeah, sorry, i'm just feeling out of it today" you scratch your neck awkwardly, and you hope that he buys your lie. unfortunately, it seems that you weren't a very good actor because he raises an eyebrow at that.

"is it because of the comments on your tweet earlier?" he hits the jackpot as you immediately widen your eyes and shake your head, vigorously denying it.

"it's really nothing! i'm just being sensitive as always.”

“does this happen to you a lot?”

“kind of? i mean there’s always been gossip about me since i transferred but it never really bothered me, you know?” so you weren’t sure why it’s bothering you now. you sigh before grabbing your textbook and opening it. you thought you would be immune to it by how long it’s been but you guess those wounds never truly heal. you hoped that you could atleast ignore it and just continue with your life, but with how it's affecting you right now you don't think you can.

“i’m really sorry about that,” felix apologises, his voice so sincere it makes you forget what he was apologising for. “jia’s friends seem to like spreading shit just to please her.”

“oh, you don’t have to apologize for that! it’s not your fault.” you deny his apology and he smiles gently at you.

“still, i know how it feels to be at the receiving end of those gossips and it’s definitely not pretty.”

you tilt your head, thinking back to that comment earlier about him and jia, and your curiosity seems evident enough because felix slightly shakes his head with furrowed eyebrows.

“those rumors about me and jia are not true. we broke up months ago and we didn’t really leave on a good note.” you wanted to ask why, but you can see that felix didn’t want to talk about it with the way he’s avoiding eye contact, so you opted to nod instead.

“i guess we have something in common after all.” you chuckle, trying to lighten the mood, but you were still a bit bummed out from earlier. felix senses this and he thinks of an idea which he hopes can cheer you up.

"anyway, let's go back to studying. so you were saying something about the internal—woah what the hell!" you were surprised when suddenly felix closes your textbook and shoves it inside your bag. he grabs you by the wrist and sprints towards the exit, with you barely being able to keep up.

"felix where the fuck are we going!? are we just going to leave our bags behind!?" thankfully he slows down enough so you can catch up with him and you both come to a halt.

"we're going to the beach! and don't worry about our bags, i know the shop owner so it's safe." you were baffled, and it was apparently shown on your face because felix begins laughing with that deep voice of his. "the beach!? felix are you insane!? i have a seven am class tomorrow, we can't be going to the beach now of all days!"

"look, we're not going to get things done if you keep moping around like that— and don't even try to deny it." he holds a palm up to your face and you zip your mouth shut, pointedly glaring at him instead. he lowers his hand down and places it on your shoulder.

"yn i'm just trying to cheer you up, i have no other intentions i promise. do you trust me?" the look on his face makes it rather hard for you not to say otherwise, so you nod your head instead. he then smiles, eyes glinting with a hint of mischievousness. it almost makes you worry for what’s to come, but strangely enough, it gets you smiling too.

"great, now hurry up so we can catch those waves!" you cringe at his cheesy comment but still allow him to pull you as you both laugh together, not caring about the onlookers watching you both.

synopsis: felix gets caught smoking by you, the school’s regina george, and gets blackmailed to help you pass chemistry in exchange for keeping his secret.

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So! Yk what's about to happen!

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So, I was thinking it could be a friends to lovers aswell where the reader is a camera worker for KQ ENT, and while filming (any MV) someone/thing falls/bumps on Reader and they accidentally hit yechan w the camera then patch him up because they feel bad? (Not too hard. Don't kill my baby lmfao) 😋

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Fall for you

Genre: f2l, camera operator reader, idol Yechan

Contains: mentions of blood, injuries, cheesy content

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It was another day of working with the boys of xikers to film their music video for Tricky house and you were very excited to say the least.

Today they were filming on the train and that gave you more opportunities to have fun with the camera angles and you knew the boys would make the job easy for you because they're just so good to work with, especially Yechan.

He was always really sweet to you and considering you were the youngest member of the staff he understood how you felt so he would always try to make you feel confortable.

The guys arrived on set and you started filming right away hoping to get good footage and let them go home as early as possible as they needed to rest.

They were currently taking a break from filming and you took the chance to look through the material you already filmed.

"Wow you made Yujunie look really cool!" You heard the voice you'd been wanting to hear all day.

"Yeah well, he's already cool I just filmed him!"

"Hey that's nonsense, have you seen him? He's a complete fluffball!" Yechan said while pointing to Yujun who was blinking one eye at a time because of how sleepy he was making you both giggle.

"You're right but you're also a fluffball, you look cute when you're sleepy!" you said not even believing you were brave enough to compliment him.

"You think?" He asked with his sparkly eyes.

"Well... yeah!" You said with a small smile while looking down.

"Then I hope you can make this fluffball look cool on camera" he said while lifting your chin up with a finger and smiling at you.

"I-"

"HEY YECHAN STOP FLIRTING WITH Y/N AND COME FIX YOUR MAKEUP!" The makeup artist said.

"I wasn't- I'll see you later" he said giving you a small wave while going to the makeup arting who laughed at the boy's embarrassed state.

When he finished fixing his makeup it was time to start filming his part.

Everyone was preparing their equipment but you already had your camera ready so you had time to admire Yechan from afar as he joked around with his members who were eager to watch him in action.

"Action" the director yelled as he got closer to you to take a look at how things would turn out on camera while you were filming.

Yechan started lipsyncing to his part and you looked at how amazing he looked having fun. You were careful to capture all his expressions in a lot of different angles.

His part was coming to an end when the director wanted to remove a mosquito that got stuck on the screen without making a lot of fuss, but unfortunately he leaned too far and bumped into you hard making you lose your balance and hitting Yechan on his leg with the camera.

"YECHAN!!" You yelled as you squatted to his level and started apologizing endlessly while looking for the part of his leg that got injured.

"It's fine Y/n it's just a scratch see?" he said smiling weakly while pointing to a cut on his shin that had some blood spilling out.

"But I feel bad! Let me help you!" You gave him your hand so that he could stand up and then you headed to a couch next to where there was a first aid kit.

"Alright this might hurt a little bit, but if it gets unbearable tell me and I'll stop ok?"

"Yeah but I doubt that'll even hur- OW"

"You were saying?" You asked while chuckling

"Nevermind" he said while smiling at the thought of making you laugh even if he was in pain.

You finished patching his leg up and then his members found the both of you and started getting worried about Yechan.

They were all around him, except Minjae.

"Thanks for taking care of him!" Minjae said while smiling at you.

"It's the least I could do, after all it was my camera that fell on him!" You said while looking at Sumin who was currently making Yechan laugh.

You were in a trance looking at Yechan and Minjae seemed to notice so he smiled to himself at the thought of you having a crush on their baby.

"Y/n if you like Yechan you should tell him!"

"I- Wha- Who- How did you know?"

"Just the way you look at him you know? And if it gives you any confort, I think he likes you too, in fact he is currently admiring you!" Minjae said making you turn your head to Yechan who was actually staring at you and looked away as he got caught.

"I'll take the guys somewhere else so that you can talk it out, good luck!" Minjae said giving my head a small pat and yelling for the other guys to come with him.

You sat next to Yechan and smiled at him.

"So you and Minjae hyung?"

"What? No? What makes you think that?"

"Well it's just that you seemed so smiley when talking to him and then the head pat." He said while looking down.

"Hey Yechan, look at me, the only reason I seemed so happy when I was with Minjae was because he was talking about you" you said, your voice getting quieter after every word.

"So does that mean you like me?" He said with a big smile on his face.

"It depends!" You said with a small smirk on your face making the boy before you frown.

"On what?"

"On whether you like me or not!"

"Well then, I like you so?"

"I like you too Yechan!" You said while smiling.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS? THIS HAS TO BE A DREAM!! PINCH M-OW, WHAT WAS THAT FOR?"

"You asked for someone to pinch you so I did!" You said while laughing at his frustrated face.

"You have to make it up to me!" He said while crossing his arms.

"And how would I do that?"

He pointed to his lips and said or more accurately asked "By giving me a kiss?"

You giggled at how cute he was being and complied to his request by softly pressing your lips to his and moving them in sync with his until the both of you ran out of air.

"Who knew today I would get kissed and almost murdered by the person of my dreams!" He said while holding my hand and helping me get up from the couch as we both laughed and heard some more voices laughing.

We both looked behind us and there stood the boys just looking at us like they had been caught stealing something.

"Congrats!!" Minjae shouted and the rest of the guys congratulated us right after.

This sweet moment was obviously short lived as we had to get back to work to film Yechan's part.

"Good luck bub" You said as Yechan quickly kissed your cheek.

"Thanks cutie, try not to fall for me this time!" He said while laughing making you laugh too.

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A thing that is really bothering me about the whole Full Moon reaction is people acting as if Stolas was the sole responsible for Blitz thinking that their whole relationship is sex. Like yeah, he could have communicated better, but it's not like Blitz was ever going to be actually receptive of that because of his own self loathing baggage. Stolas DID tried to talk with Blitz after the Ozzie's thing. Blitz refused. Stolas offered him chances to be with him or around him without even mentioning the deal. Blitz refused. Stolas hired Blitz as a bodyguard as an excuse to have a date. Blitz the entire time assumed it was about sex, even when Stolas didn't even really gave any indication of that being the idea (especially because his own daughter was there, like who would do that, actually no, scratch, Blitz literally hook up with people at a party his daughter was at, nevermind). Like, Stolas was joking about Blitz "ravishing" the first time they saw each other as adults and Blitz was the one who escalated to actual sex. So yeah, Stolas went overboard and started saying the most horniest thing ever because he got excited to have SOMETHING he could enjoy for himself, without any duty attached to it, for the first time in his entire life. Like, I don't mean to say that any of them is evil or bad or the relationship has no hope. But it was doomed by the start, it was started on deception from both their part and their own personal histories colliding with each other. Not to mention, if that scene ever showed anything, to me at least, is that even if Stolas literally said he wanted more than sex, Blitz would find the way to sabotage that because THAT IS LITERALLY WHAT HE DOES. He doesn't believe that anyone can love him so he will seek to destroy any relationship before it becomes too deep, because if he destroys it before being dumped by the other person then it will hurt less. He literally sabotaged what he had with Verosika because of this reasoning. There was no way any of this was going to end any other way. So no, sorry, I don't buy into "Stolas should have been the one to communicate better before" because it's not like Blitz was ever going to listen anyway. And if he did, the result would be the same. Him lashing out or doing something to hurt Stolas so much that the relationship would end.

They both need to get over their bullshit before having any relationship. Stolas needs to stop putting Blitz on a pedestal and actually see him as an equal, to demand for the things that make him happy. Blitz needs to understand his self loathing shit is not cute.

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'A Feline Friend'

Summary: Tegan Jovanka gets turned into a cat. Vaguely sapphic hijinks ensue.

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Yeah, I know; Tegan/Nyssa finally got confirmed within the world of the show (in 'Tales Of The TARDIS') and I responded by... writing a fic about Tegan turning into a cat. I have excuse for this, other than the idea is cute and I wanted to write it.

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‘Ow!’

The Doctor clutched his hand, as blood began to appear in the scratch marks.

‘Oh, really, Tegan!’ he exclaimed, glaring down at the Australian. ‘There really is no need for that!’

Tegan hissed at him. Given that she had been turned into a cat barely a minute before, this made sense.

‘Looks like there is a need for that, Doctor,’ Turlough said, with a roll of his eyes. ‘I mean, you were messing around with that machine while Tegan happened to be standing in the spotlight next to it.’

The Doctor narrowed his eyes at the redheaded boy as he pulled a clean handkerchief from the pockets of his cream jacket and wrapped it around his bleeding hand.

The TARDIS had landed on an abandoned space station orbiting a lone star, and the Doctor had insisted on looking around. So far, it wasn’t going well.

‘You’ve always been rather cattish,’ Turlough said, now grinning down at Tegan. ‘Guess the appearance now matches the personality, eh?’

Tegan hissed irritably at Turlough, who gave a chuckle.

‘Doctor… what’s that noise… I heard Tegan cry out…’

At that moment, Nyssa of Traken entered the room. She looked from the Doctor’s guilty face to the small dark-brown cat that was currently sat amidst a pile of clothes.

The last daughter of Traken took a deep breath. She marched right past the Doctor.

‘Oh, Tegan...’ Nyssa said, kneeling down next to the cat, concern in her eyes. ‘I’m so sorry; I should have been here. Are you alright?’

Tegan did not hiss or growl, but instead leapt into Nyssa’s arms, giving a soft purr.

‘I think you best take Tegan back to the TARDIS,’ the Doctor said, quickly. ‘I’ll have a look and see if the machine has a counterpart in the next room; possibly a sort of reversal machine, if you will.’

With that, the time lord hurried away.

‘You best take her things too,’ Turlough said, pointing at the pile of clothing -plus one pair of shoes- still laying on the ground. ‘We don’t know how long it will sustain for. The last thing we need is Tegan ending up transforming back stark-’

‘Yes, thank you, Turlough,’ Nyssa replied, quickly, as she carefully picked up Tegan’s clothes. ‘I understand what you mean.’

‘Course you do,’ Turlough said, with a snicker as he picked up Tegan’s shoes. ‘She scratched the Doctor and hissed at me, but she couldn’t jump into your arms fast enough.’

Nyssa found her cheeks flushing.

‘I don’t follow.’

‘I mean that Tegan’s always liked you the most,’ Turlough chuckled. ‘Don’t try to deny it; we all know it’s true.’

‘Tegan cares for us all.’

Turlough rolled his eyes, with another chuckle.

‘Whatever you say. C’mon; we best get back to the TARDIS.’

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The Doctor appeared in the console room about ten minutes later, with bad news.

‘No reversal machine, I’m afraid,’ he said, smiling at Nyssa in what he clearly thought was a placating way. ‘But nevermind.’

‘Nevermind?’ Nyssa repeated, horrified. ‘Nevermind? Doctor, Tegan is now a cat!’

‘Her mind is the same,’ the Doctor replied, cheerfully. ‘It’s just her physical form that has been changed; by the looks of things, the effect of the transmogrifier should wear off in a few hours.’

He looked down at Tegan, who was still cradled in Nyssa’s arms.

‘Hopefully,’ he added.

‘Doctor!’ Nyssa exclaimed. ‘We can’t leave Tegan like this! After all, we can’t very well turn up at the Jovanka family farm and tell her parents that their only daughter now has claws and a tail!’

‘She’ll be fine,’ the Doctor said, already hitting buttons on the console. ‘No machine like that can transmogrify a person permanently. It may take a while to wear off, but it should do it nonetheless.’

‘Just like you said that you should be able to get Tegan back to Heathrow Airport.’

The Doctor narrowed his eyes as he turned to look at her.

‘That’s not fair, Nyssa.’

Nyssa glared at him.

‘My best friend is currently spitting up a hairball, Doctor; excuse me for being a little harsher than normal. I can’t always be your little peacemaker, you know.’

And the Doctor did know it. They had never really discussed it but, ever since Tegan had been left by mistake at Heathrow, Nyssa had found herself less and less interested in playing the role of the negotiator between the Doctor and the others. It wasn’t just that the fact that it had become almost expected of her, but also that she was no longer that scared orphan who had ended up in the TARDIS due to a lack of other options. It had been a long time since she had left Traken. She had grown up. And she had absolutely no intention of being continually treated like a young girl whose only role was to stop everyone else yelling at each other.

And especially not when the Doctor tried to hand-wave her concerns away when he had put Tegan in this bizarre situation to begin with. Without so much as an apology to the Australian.  

‘I… yes, I suppose you’re right,’ the time lord acquiesced, wilting slightly under the young woman’s glare. ‘Maybe you ought to take Tegan back to your room? The familiarity may help to speed things up.’

Nyssa nodded, curtly, and carried Tegan through the doors and along the corridor. The TARDIS hummed softly around her, turning the lights up as she continued along to the room that she shared with Tegan.

The door swung open on it’s own accord. Nyssa got the distinct impression that the TARDIS knew that she was in a concerned mood, and was trying to help ease things as best as it could.

Crossing the room, she placed Tegan and her things down on the bed, before kicking off her own shoes.

‘How is she?’

Turlough had entered, carrying Tegan’s shoes.

‘Still much the same, I’m afraid,’ Nyssa sighed, as she took the plimsolls from the redheaded boy and placed them neatly at the bottom of the wardrobe. ‘I was hoping that the familiarity of the room might help things.’

‘Nevermind,’ Turlough said. ‘At least it’s quieter without her constantly-’

‘Oh, don’t you start!’ Nyssa exclaimed, hotly, as her temper suddenly rose again. ‘Is it any wonder that Tegan’s closest to me, given how unpleasant you and the Doctor both are to her?’

Turlough raised his hands in a placating gesture.

‘Fair point,’ he said, gently. ‘Maybe I am being a bit harsh but… that’s pretty familiar to Tegan too. Maybe me bickering with her might change her back?’

Nyssa frowned, sitting down next to Tegan on the bed.

‘It’s still very rude,’ she said. Tegan climbed over Nyssa’s legs, settling into her lap. Without thinking, the Trakenite began to stroke her back, and Tegan gave a soft purr. Nyssa found herself smiling fondly at her friend; her fur was surprisingly soft.

‘I’ll leave you to it, then,’ Turlough said. ‘Probably best if I’m not here when she changes back. I think you’ll appreciate the sight more than I will, to be honest.’

Nyssa felt her face burn again.

‘Oh, ha ha.’

Turlough chuckled, and left, closing the door behind him.

Nyssa sighed. Turlough was right, of course, but that wasn’t the point. What… what if Tegan didn’t turn back? The Doctor had insisted that the effects wouldn’t be permanent, but what if they were long-lasting? Who knew how long it would take before Tegan changed back to her usual appearance?

Nyssa would be there, regardless of how long it might take.

‘Oh, Tegan…’ she said, scratching her friend behind the ears. ‘Don’t listen to him, I’m sure he doesn’t mean anything by it.’

Tegan looked up at her, one ear tilted as if curious.

‘Nevermind,’ Nyssa sighed. ‘I’m sure you probably won’t remember this after you turn back, anyway.’

At that moment, the TARDIS speakers began to play a song, presumably of Earth origin.

“Everyone wants to be a cat…”

Tegan hissed at the TARDIS, which seemed to shudder in almost a laugh. Tegan darted forwards, and promptly crashed into several containers of make-up that were lying haphazardly on the bed.

Nyssa hurried forward, and hoisted Tegan out of the resulting cloud of foundation, laying her gently on the floor.

‘Oh, Tegan, your fur is all sticky!’

Tegan looks bashfully up at Nyssa, eyes tilting downwards.

The Trakenite chuckled.

‘Come along, you need to have a wash.’

Tegan seemed to freeze, and Nyssa took the opportunity to take her in her arms, carrying her through into the bathroom.

She set Tegan down in the bath, before grabbing the shower head and turning the water on. She adjusted the temperature until it was just right, and then began to wash the make-up out of Tegan’s fur. The Australian didn’t flinch as Nyssa had been expecting her to, and seemed to move her head slightly so Nyssa could clean it better.

Nyssa giggled.

‘I never thought I’d end up washing you,’ she chuckled.

Tegan meowed, tilting one of her ears to let the water out.

Once the make-up had been removed, Nyssa turned off the water, before grabbed a towel from nearby and set to work drying Tegan off.

‘There, all better now!’ Nyssa said, with a final rub of Tegan’s fur with the towel. ‘Look at you, all clean and lovely!’

Tegan shook herself, before looking up at Nyssa.

Giggling, the Trakenite carried her friend out of the bathroom, setting her down on the Australian’s bed.

There was a sudden jostling movement, and the TARDIS seemed to wobble precariously around them. The lights dimmed.

Without thinking, Nyssa grabbed Tegan, holding her friend gently to her chest and rolling sideways on the bed to stop the Australian falling off. The lights turned off and on several times, and there was a horrible sound of shuddering. 

Nyssa cradled Tegan in her arms.

‘Don’t worry,’ she whispered, softly into the Australian’s ear. ‘I’m here. I won’t let anything hurt you, Tegan. I promise.’

Tegan gave a very soft meow.

Slowly, the turbulence reduced before eventually ending, and the lights returned, albeit in a soft, mellow quality that gave a peaceful atmosphere. Nyssa could faintly hear the sounds of Doctor and Turlough arguing in the console room.

Nyssa lay down on her back, with Tegan lying on her chest. She cuddled the Australian close to her. After all, when would she ever get this chance again?

The cat looked down at her, smiling softly.

‘Oh, Tegan...’

She pressed a soft kiss to Tegan’s forehead.

There was a bang, and Nyssa was suddenly aware of a whole lot more pale skin in front of her than there was a few seconds before. And that her lips had somehow ended up pressed up against Tegan’s. As was several other parts of Tegan’s body, now that the Australian- returned to human form- was lying on top of her.

And that Tegan wasn’t wearing anything.

Oh my…

If Tegan felt uncomfortable by this, she didn’t make it known. Rather the opposite, as she deepened the kiss, her hands gently reaching around and pulling her closer.

Nyssa felt her heartrate rapidly increase. Oh, this was rather wonderful. Tegan’s lips were soft and gentle against her own, and she could feel a lot of rather lovely parts of Tegan’s anatomy pressing against her.

Their lips broke apart. Tegan stared down at Nyssa, eyes sparkling.

‘Er… Tegan?’

‘Hm?’

‘You should probably put some clothes on. Not that I mind you lying in the nude on top of me, but our bedroom door doesn’t have a lock on it.’

The two women giggled.

‘You sure? Pretty sure the TARDIS will create a lock for us if we ask.’

Sure enough, there was a gentle popping noise on the door, and the new lock activated.

Laughing, Nyssa kissed Tegan again, her hands slipping down the Australian’s back to rest on… well, they both knew exactly where.

‘Welcome back, Tegan.’

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Thanks for reading, everyone; hope you enjoyed it!

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to soften rough edges | gally x oc

summary: Subject B10 Rosalind Franklin (Frankie) was supposed to be sent to Group B. Due to a mixup by an incompetent WICKED employee, she was sent to Group A, the all-boys maze. How will her unexpected appearance affect the variables, the Glade, and the lives of everyone in it? For one Glader in particular, Frankie might be changing, not only his present, but his entire life going forward. And not because he can't get her to stop following him around like a baby duck....Well, not only

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"gap-tooth smiles and flirty cooks"

Newt had left them shortly upon setting the girl up with her hammock, claiming he needed to check on Alby. The she-bean thanked him quietly and he nodded to her. Newt passed Gally by with a klunk-eating grin and a tip of his imaginary hat. Slinthead.

"So what do all those words mean?" The greenie sat on her hammock and kicked her legs back and forth.

"What words?"

"The ones you guys kept saying. Greenie, she-bean, shank, shuck, slinthead? What do they mean?"

"Oh. They're just words we made up. Kinda like slang, I guess. Greenie is what we call the new arrivals that come up in the box, like you. She-bean they just made up because you're a girl. First one to come here. And the rest are sort of curse words. Calling someone a shank is like calling them a punk. A slinthead is like a jerk or an idiot. I don't know how to explain shuck, but it's derogatory." Gally scratched the back of his neck. He was glad he didn't have to explain klunk to her.

"Oh, okay. I think I get it." She nodded, then her eyebrows scrunched up. "Wait, the first one to come here? Do you mean...do you mean there's no other girls here but me? It's just boys? Me and boys? Those boys I just saw back there? Is that what you're saying?" Her eyes were wide again. She looked panicked.

"Calm down, greenie." Gally felt like sighing. He had a feeling he'd be saying that a lot, at least for the first few days. He wasn't used to mollycoddling the greenies so he didn't really know what else to say. But he could imagine this would be hard for her, being a girl. It's hard for all of them. Usually he doesn't care so much, but for some reason today he just couldn't bear the fear on this greenie's face.

"Yeah, you're the only girl. But like I told you in the box, they're not that bad. They wouldn't hurt you."

Well...he actually didn't know that for sure. None of these shanks had ever seen a girl before, nevermind live with one day in and day out. He couldn't exactly predict how each and every guy in a group of around 40 would react. How they'd look at her, act towards her.

Gally paused, considering. He'd been so busy with the crates and calming her down he hadn't had the chance to really look at her. In the light of day, with the sun filtering through the trees above them, he could see her clearly.

Her eyes were a dark grey, and they were expressive. Her hair was the color of those walnuts the Creators had sent up last month. It contrasted with her almost-too-pale skin perfectly. She wasn't small, but all her edges were soft and delicate-looking. Her face was rounded slightly, her shoulders, her arms, everything about her looked soft.  Gally felt like groaning to himself but held it in. This might be a problem. She was pretty.

"Even if anyone tried," he amended his statement, "I'd..." Gally cleared his throat. "I'd protect you, remember? So don't worry about it."

Gally had no idea why he had promised her that. That's not something he goes around doing, protecting people. In the Glade, they all had to toughen up fast or they could get themselves killed. Maybe it was because she was a girl? Looking at her in that box, her eyes wide and trying to make herself as small as possible? Something inside him ached in a way he wasn't used to. Before he knew it he was kneeling down to her level and talking all soft and reassuring her.

And what was with her agreeing to trust him so quickly? He knew he'd asked, but he'd expected to have to do at least a little convincing. He wasn't exactly sure what he would've said, but he would've thought of something.

Were all girls like that? Just blindly trusting whoever they come across? He sort of hoped not. He knew she was safe with him, but he couldn't be certain about every shank here. Still, he could admit, it felt good, having that girl's trust. And it made him feel even more protective of her. Which was good, considering he'd already promised to protect her. But like he said, it had him acting weird. 

Newt noticed, because of course he did. The shank couldn't pass up an opportunity to tease him. He didn't get many opportunities, Gally didn't usually give him any. Now he was gonna have a field day, Gally just knew it. And if the other guys found out how he was acting?

Gally had to get this under control. This she-bean had him feeling off-kilter is all. Today had started all weird anyway. Well, actually it had started off good, which was weird. He'd slept well, Frypan's food had tasted even better than usual, and none of these shanks had ticked him off yet. So maybe that's why he'd been acting all weird. Maybe it had nothing to do with the greenie at all.

He'd been too easy on her. Gally wasn't soft, he didn't go easy on the greenies, or anyone for that matter. But especially the greenies. They needed to toughen up. She needed to toughen up, or she wouldn't survive here. No more nice-guy act. He'd protect her from the guys but that was it.

"Gally?" The she-bean said. Looks like she might've been talking to him while he was lost in his thoughts. Great.

"Yeah greenie?" Gally heaved a sigh like he was suddenly put-out just by talking to her.

She tucked some of her hair behind her ear. It fell back in her face. "Thank you. I'd be a lot more scared if it wasn't for you. I'm glad you're here."

Gally had never been glad he was here. Not one second since he woke up in that box years ago had he ever been glad he was here. Ever. But her eyes were shining with gratitude and he felt his chest tighten. For the first time ever, he actually was grateful to be in this shuck place, if only so she could feel less alone. So she could look at him like that.

"Er, right. You're welcome, I guess." He cleared his throat.

She was smiling at him now. A wide smile. She had a dimple in her left cheek, and several of her top teeth had little gaps between them, but somehow she managed to not look like a five-year-old with them. In fact, they just made her look prettier.

He needed to get out of there, now.  He had work to do. His builders needed instructions, he had to finish that table for the homestead, and frypan would be serving lunch soon.

...Did the she-bean need help finding the homestead?

Nope. That was her problem. She could find her own way around this place, same as any other shank.

Frypan was just setting out his pots and pans to get started on lunch when Gally reached the homestead.

"Hey, Fry. What's on the menu?"

Frypan didn't even glance up as he replied. "Nothing yet. Come back at lunchtime and maybe you'll find out then." He resumed his search for ingredients, clearly expecting Gally to take his dismissal for what it was.

Gally cleared his throat. "Alright then. Just thought you'd wanna meet the new Greenie, but if you wanna wait till the bonfire, suit yourself." 

Gally made to leave, and the she-bean made to follow, when Frypan's head snapped up to finally look at them. He dropped the can he was holding with a clatter.

"What? Wait! Hold on, hold on, hold on." In the blink of an eye, Fry had scrambled around the counter, straightened his apron and jut his hand out toward the girl in question.

"Hi there. The name's Siggy, but you can call me Fry. Or Siggy. Or Frypan. Most people call me Frypan. Whatever you want to call me is fine."

"Fry." Gally looked pointedly at the hand that Frypan was still grasping. Frypan flushed and dropped the greenie's hand like it burned.

"Sorry. Just excited I guess." Frypan took a couple steps back to give the poor girl some space. She looked overwhelmed.

"S'okay. It's nice to meet you Fry." She smiled that gap-toothed smile of hers. "Or Siggy. Or Frypan. That's a lot of options, I'm not sure what to call you. Can I call you all of them? Like at different times? Cuz like, sometimes you might seem more like a Siggy and sometimes you might seem more like a Frypan. You know?"

The girl was rambling. It was a little funny to watch, but Gally had a feeling if he didn't step in, she'd be going on for a while. And he really did have things to do.

"Greenie?" Gally cut in. Her head whipped around to face him with lightning speed. The sudden image of a puppy popped into his head, and he had to stifle laugh or risk explaining it.

"Yeah, Gally?"

Gally felt a smile tug at his lips at how she said his name. Technically, it was the same way the guys would say it, but from her it sounded different somehow. Better. Which was ridiculous, obviously. Gally shook that thought out of his head as well.

"We better leave Frypan to his duties. He doesn't like it when us shanks pester him for food when it's not mealtime. Isn't that right, Fry?" Gally raised his eyebrows at Frypan.

Frypan was already shaking his head in denial before Gally had finished speaking. "Don't listen to him babygirl. Kitchen's always open for you. Any time, day or night, you just say the word and Fry's got you covered. Now what are you hungry for?"

The greenie was beaming at Frypan and peppering him with words of gratitude and he was lapping it up. Gally's appetite was dwindling by the second.

Gally tuned out as Frypan started listing food options to the girl. Wasn't he supposed to be letting her figure her way around this place herself? Wasn't that the plan?

He could leave her here with Frypan. Gally knew Fry wouldn't do anything to hurt her. And Fry clearly wouldn't mind. Gally rolled his eyes at his own thoughts. Babygirl? What was that Fry? His friend had some explaining to do when they were alone.

Regardless, she was safe here. Gally wasn't all that hungry anymore, and he had a table to build.

"Gally, what do you think?" The bubbly voice broke into his thoughts. He didn't have an answer for her though, because he wasn't listening.

"About what?"

"Sandwiches or stew?" She looked up at him with expectant eyes, like this was a weighty decision and his opinion would be an important deciding factor.

"Uh, sandwiches I guess."

The girl nodded seriously and turned to Fry to submit their lunch requests. She looked back at Gally and smiled.

Gally sat down to eat.

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Wants Within | S. Shinazugawa | Chapter 32

✦ Sanemi Shinazugawa x femReader!, college au, reader is adult

✦ Synopsis: You're a college student taking classes with a very strict lecturer- professor Shinazugawa. Because of an unfortunate event you got on his bad side so now you're trying everything to regain in his eyes. Well, you most certainely didn't expect that kind of attention.

✦ Word count: 1,6k

18+, minors do not interact

Saturday rolled around and you were waiting at the train station for your ride. The boys were supposed to join you on the train in a couple of stations, you didn’t really ask why. As the train came and you boarded you found a place to sit and with a small smile plastered on your face you waited.

It was going to be a good day. Maybe it was a bit ignorant of you but honestly you were waiting for the evening. Sure, it was nice to spend time with friends but with the thought of the houseparty later lingering in your mind you couldn’t help but space out a bit, imagining how it would look like. Sure, you were stressed to meet all those people. Nevermind what Sanemi said, they were still much higher in the university ranks than you and you felt respect. Also you were looking up to finally meeting Genya. 

The only thing still bothering you was the fact that Tanjiro knew nothing. If not, he could actually cheer for and talk about it as you would with Zenitsu, Aoi or Kanao. Maybe telling him today was a good idea. You could just bring the topic up casually. I need to tell you something, I have a boyfriend! Yeah, that would do.

Kicking your feet under the seat slightly you awaited, excited.

“Hey.” Your head darted behind where you found Tanjiro. He skipped to the seat next to yours and plopped down with a smile.

“Where’s Inosuke?” You asked, looking around the train but no black haired barbarian boarded as the doors shut. 

“He’ll be at the place. He had something to do earlier.”

“Wow, you let him around on his own?” A snicker left your lips. Not to berate the other one but it was hard to imagine that Inosuke could manage without Tanjiro.

“He’s actually more self-sufficient than you think.” The smile never left Tanjiro’s face.

“Okay, okay.”

The ride was passing with comfortable chit-chats. There was just this one thing that didn’t sit right with you.

“Who did you dress up for so much? Are you meeting with someone later?” You laughed a bit, looking Tanjiro up and down.

“I’m dressed up? Nah, I look normal.”

With black chequered pants, a casual yet neat dark button up and silver jewellery dangling around his obviously exposed chest he looked very much dressed up. The only normal thing were his earrings swinging beside his cheeks.

“You could tell me to wear something better. I feel underdressed.”

“You’re not, you look lovely.”

The comment made something move slightly in your stomach. The further the train took you the more uneasy you felt, as if the world was still before the storm. But it’s Tanjiro we’re talking about, he’s always nice and sweet. If you didn’t know better you could read his words as something more, but you didn’t.

The image of Kanao popped up in your mind. Suddenly you felt like you were doing something bitter, like betrayal. Involuntarily you furrowed your brows until there was a deep wrinkle between them. You should get out of your head before you say or do something stupid, something fueled by your paranoid overthinking.

“Hey, wasn’t that our stop?” With those words leaving your mouth there was another slight turn in your stomach. “Why didn’t we get out?”

The black haired laughed shyly, scratching the back of his neck. He glanced at your concerned face. You swore there was a split second when his eyes locked on your lips but it was all too fast for you to be sure. He looked away once more.

Even though you were on a train, in the middle of the day with tons of other passengers sitting and standing around you heard nothing other than him. The storm was coming, announcing itself with thunder present in the distance. Your stomach was all the more uneasy.

“I actually wanted to ask you…” He was averting his gaze from you, studying his own trousers as if there was something wrong with them. You felt like clenching the bag sitting on your lap, digging your nails into the firm material.

Tanjiro finally turned your way, locking eyes with you. His cheeks were tinted with a rosy blush.

It all happened so fast, as if you were forced onto a rollercoaster. A moment ago he was sitting next to you with his back pushed into the seat backrest. Now he was close, very close with his soft lips pressed into yours. The kiss was short, hesitant even on his side but it was also fierce, like he waited, starved for it. You felt him especially focus on your lower lip before he moved away.

“Later on, would you rather eat at a restaurant or go to my place?” He whispered close to your ear.

Spitting words was a bad description of how he sounded but it was exactly how you felt. His tone was warm and timid, like he was feeling very hesitant of what left his mouth. Memory of your earlier talk flooded your mind. He was a bit shocked when you laughed about having sex on a first date and later he asked you about it, you personally. The way he asked about your preferences and didn’t want to tell who was the girl he wanted to ask out. Why would he keep it a secret if it was Kanao? You all knew each other, you were all open and friendly and…

He was actually very friendly towards you, always aware of your person, always concerned, always seeking even the slightest touch. The ice rink in the winter, the claims he had when Zenitsu didn’t take him to your rescue mission, the hand on your tight that Sanemi spotted in an instant.

And Kanao? A kaleidoscope of her mean, concerned, sad and scared faces pictured in your mind like a never ending film that you were forced to watch. She was disturbed with your person around Tanjiro from the very beginning. She knew him for so long, she must have learned every one of his reactions, she must have memorised even the smallest change in his demeanour. She felt threatened because there was something, someone that could take him away.

Did she actually feel better after you told her what you did, back at the university bench? Did she really believe you or rather just keep her concerns to herself? Did she and Aoi talk about it when you weren’t present? Was this why Aoi was not enthusiastic about the relationship? Did the girl know about the fucked up love triangle?

You felt horrible, like absolute shit. Why were you all over the place so much? Why couldn’t you just take Sanemi’s words seriously? Every one of his concerns were right. Every time he told you someone was after you he was spot on point. The man was obviously more skilled in reading people than you but you just couldn’t believe him. Now you know why he was so itchy about your reaction, about your ignorance. Now you finally didn’t blame him.

It was always too late when you realised things.

And Tanjiro? Right now, after what he said and dome the nice guy facade finally crashed, like a porcelain mask that fell from his face. It was still him, still sweet, caring and concerned, it all read in his eyes but something changed. You finally saw the man in him, the one who locked eyes with your lips for a split second, the one who stole a glance at your breasts, the one who looked away, obviously feeling guilty, when his eyes lingered on your tights for too long.

Was he thinking about your body? Was he thinking about fucking you?

There was no way anyone could say something so suggestive without picturing the thing in their mind. You felt touched.

All that talk about knowing a person well before you agree to have sex with them. All those details you gave him, explaining in what situation you would do it. Unconsciously, you must have given him a green light to whatever he was doing right now. And honestly, was he so wrong? No. You fell in a trap that you yourself helped to set up.

Only now did you spot, did you actually think about where you were going. The last station was the botanical garden.

The train felt hot and tight. It was obviously not true but you swore everyone was looking at you, listening to you, judging you. There were too many people, too many eyes and ears. Your stomach dropped some time ago and it was screaming inside you, threatening you with throwing up. The storm reached your head and was now crashing down with horrendous thunders.

You might have possibly lost not only one friend but all of them. Who would the group back up with, a random person that joined them some time ago or rather a long time friend?

You acted upon an impulse, the thain’s doors were open. You didn’t know where you were, what station it was or how far it was from home. The only thing you knew was that it was your stop.

“I’m sorry.” Left your mouth in a whisper before you launched for the closing doors. Pushing past people with no excuse you slipped between the metallic wings as they shut down.

As hard as it was you turned around and saw him standing in the door’s window, looking at you with that awfully sad face. The train moved sluggishly and soon you were alone, between a mass of people but ultimately alone.

The turning in your stomach and thunder in your head squeezed out tears from your eyes. You reached into your pocket and dialled a well known number.

“Oh my fucking god, Sanemi please come pick me up, please.” You sobbed quietly on the phone.

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Chapter 30- Part 1

So, similar to the last time I did encounters (I think it was before fighting Shade?), this is going to be greatly dependent on today's weather. So let's step outside and see…

Clear! Boring! Okay, so I've got a good idea of what we're doing now. A lot of it takes place back at the mainland though, so it's time to head back to Coral Ward.

Nevermind it's raining actually?? Alright, well scratch those plans I made like a minute ago. New plans, new encounters! Let's go!

The first one is pretty straightforward, just go under Opal Bridge, like so-

And there's a little guy! Now, I don't remember if this triggers a battle or what, so…we're about to see.

Ah, okay, it's that straightforward. Forget everything I said, just rescue the Pansear.

See, I was thinking of Chili seeing a Pansear, Chili's a cook, charring is a thing in cooking, sooo…yeah.

Anyways, Dex entry:

Anyways, the next encounter is actually back at Coral Ward, over here specifically:

Another little guy! A little guy who shouldn't be so close to the tainted water!

Oh yeah, I bought a couple packs of PokéSnax earlier too.

Lily, lily pads…it works, it fits, I'm sticking with it. 

Now, have another Dex entry for the fun of it:

Too bad the lake isn't clean at all at the moment! But speaking of, while we're here in Coral Ward…I'm curious about something. Is it now raining at Apophyll Beach? Did I just get really lucky with the timing of the weather?

Uuuuh…no. Okay, Apophyll just has its own weather system I guess, good to know. I was hoping it'd be raining here too for another encounter, but…guess not. 

So, back to Reborn City, and the next encounter is back here!

Back at it again at Blacksteam! Of course, there's only one place here with Pokémon, sooo…

Oh- huh, guess I missed that the first time. Cool. Anyways-

So, using the power of Abra and no longer needing to worry about a guard, we do some finagling with the cages and the teleporting, like this:

And now that Makuhita is under Ditto’s cage, interact with the two of them, and well…

Next

[kodaiki]

˖࣪🌷𓏲࣪ 𝐒𝐈𝐗 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄: 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐌𝐀

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 :: will you ... be my date to my cousin's wedding?

synopsis: it's a strange idea, asking someone you hardly know to be your date to a wedding but when there's a mutual benefit involved? maybe it's not strange enough to say no to...

“h-hey miya!”

your call seems as if it’s swallowed by the big and loud swarm of people escaping your lecture hall after your final class, intro physics 2. the one you call though, just near one of the doors of one of the large lecture rooms slightly pauses in his step and whips his head around in search of the voice.

atsumu miya’s eyes land on you, deep furrow in his brow as he looks rather incredulously – maybe it’s deep curiosity – as you push and squeeze through heaps of students to get where he’s standing.

by the time you reach him, comically a lot longer than just a few seconds (really, atsumu even crosses his arms in light amusement as you struggle), you’re panting, heaving over slightly bent knees you hold with both palms.

“yeah?” is all he asks when he knows he’s within earshot of you.

this was all such a stupid, crazy and spontaneous idea; one not even made by you! had bokuto not charmed his foolproof “plan” to rid you of your worries, you wouldn’t’ve ever made contact, let alone a dramatic call from across a room, with his teammate.

atsumu miya played on the same volleyball team as your best friend, bokuto kotaro. he’s a setter, you know, though beyond that, all you’re familiar about the man is that he’s a bit of a heartthrob with a bad dye job. but a key fact you also know about the man: he’s failing physics 2.

“i’m y/n, bokuto-”

“bokuto’s friend, right?” he finishes for you, looking you over once in case he may be wrong. “the one with the foam finger at one of our games?”

“that was a dare,” you manage to grit out, recalling the time you’d shown up to one of your university’s games with a bright yellow foam finger (matching their black and yellow uniform colors) and waved it around, mimicking bokuto’s signature move at every serve. “but yes, that was me. nevermind that, though. i came to ask you a favor.”

“a favor?” his lips twist into a frown, probably wondering what earth you could be asking him, a man you barely know let alone hardly had a proper conversation with.

“well it’s more of a proposition, a deal, exchange if you will-“

“i know what a proposition is,” he quips, giving you a look of suspicion. “what it is it?”

“if i help you pass physics – and that’s a guarantee!– will you be my date to my cousin’s wedding in two weeks?”

atsumu’s neck nods backwards in slight surprise. “huh?”

“will you be my date to my cousin’s wedding?”

“how do you even know i’m failing?” he asks defensively, mouth pouting downward.

at your deadpan expressed, he slouches. “bokuto.”

“bokuto,” you affirm.

“so wait, you just need a date to some wedding?”

“uh-huh, that’s it.”

“and why can’t bokuto do this for you?”

“he’s busy that weekend,” you frown. it was truly unfortunate to be honest. he’d been so excited when you asked him to attend, only to deflate when you told him what day it’d be. “and i don’t know anyone enough to ask them to be my date so, here we are.”

“you don’t know me enough,” he quickly counters, raising a thick brow at you.

“but you’re failing physics, that’s something we can gain mutual benefit from. there isn’t anyone else i have that sort of opportunity with.”

atsumu sighs, scratching his head. he was failing physics. “what day is it on, because you know we have practice-“

“saturday! it’s the weekend of our academic break!” you chirp, eyes widening at the thought that he may actually be considering your deal. you’ve only been stressed about this for the past two weeks, and asking one of bokuto’s friends, atsumu miya no less, was a last resort sort of ordeal.

“hm,” he hums in thought. "and you can guarantee me a passing grade?” he drawls out, looking you over seriously.

“definitely!” you answer earnestly. it really wasn’t something you were too worried about, physics wasn’t a particularly hard subject for you to grasp so you were confident in your tutoring efforts for atsumu. “and to be honest,” you murmur out, “it’s a better deal on your part since i only need you for a day or so.”

atsumu’s eyes twinkle with curiosity. “fine. i’ll be your date.”

your mouth goes agape, maybe from the small part in your head assuming he wouldn’t accept. “really, you’re serious?”

he shrugs then, adjusting the thick backpack strap of his athletic backpack on his shoulder. “why not? i'd rather do this than either pay someone actual money to tutor me or retake the class. i’ll see you then.”

“wait, wait.” you quickly stop him from leaving, calling out. he then cranes his neck to face you around his shoulder, raising a brow. “i sorta need your number… y’know to text you the details.”

atsumu nods to himself, huffing slightly before shuffling his phone out of his jogger pockets, unlocking it and handing it over to you. “all this for one day, hm.”

“we-ll,” you drawl out in a pitched tone making the man throw you a deadpanned expression. “the wedding is three hours away and they’re’ll be a get together for the family and guests before so… the weekend? three days, tops!”

“three!?” atsumu gapes and you’re not sure about what; the drive time or the amount of days. he slouches again, weighing his options. after a moment, excruciatingly long on your part as you fiddle with your hands nervously, he sighs. “yeah, fine, it’s cool.”

you breathe out a sigh of relief, though what you really want to do is jump up and down, shrieking in glee. now that’s one less thing to worry about: that thing being your close and distant family members silently judging you for coming dateless meanwhile all of your cousins are either married, engaged or soon to be. you truly were the last one left…

“thank you!” you smile brightly, a stark contrast to the dull lecture hall, now empty, you were both standing in. “you won’t regret this!”

atsumu blinks at you, watching you silently before settling on a half smile. “why is that always a ‘famous last words’ line?”

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[seafoodsoda]

Has a reverse AU Already been done? Probably, yeah. Has a specific reverse AU been done where their personalities stay the same and are extrapolated to make them their best/worst? Also probably but a hell of a lot less likely. I’ll explain:

OKAY SO I TRIED WRITNG THIS ONCE AND IT WAS GOING WELL BUT THEN TUMBLR MOBILE WANTED TO BE AN ASS SO WE’RE DOING IT OVER FROM SCRATCH. TAKE TWO.

So what do we know about our lads? Sun is energetic, fun loving, boisterous, and cares about the rules of the daycare, to some extent, but much more forgiving than his counterpart, Good ol Moony. He on the other hand is quiet, off putting, and a gremlin that will chase you down to exact punishment for any foul play when it come to Rules. Naughty Naughty.

What I suggest is that, hey, Sun is still a loud and energetic friend, but fly too close to the sun? Get burned. Our OG Sun was still obviously concerned about getting in trouble, but this sun? You’re a friend until you’re not. Friendship has it conditions, and there will be no fun if there isn’t order to the madness.

Like let’s say being in the pizzaplex after hours. OG Sunny is totally cool with the fact that there is a LOST CHILD in the PIZZAPLEX at like MIDNIGHT. All fine and good, guess it’s a slumber party, he’ll get the soda and games. Sunburn, not so much. Gregory even being here is going AGAINST A LOT OF REGULATIONS, and he’s a lot less understanding of the situation.

NEVERMIND that you’ll be out of his hair in just a second, you just need this security badge, behind this security desk, NO. THAT IS COMPANY PROPERTY, AND THAT IS THEFT. boy if he was allowed to operate a phone, he would be making so many strongly worded calls right now, that is how much trouble you are in mister. Guess he’ll have to settle on apprehending you. (Y’know I thought about it, and thought it would actually be extremely ironic and funny that we can use the same daycare gameplay, but in reverse. Turn OFF the generators in the play structures. I also imagine “LIGHTS OFF” is still a major rule for sun, but it’s more something he personally imposes instead of a company rule, “BUT ITS STILL PROHIBITED AND VERY BAD TO BREAK, TROUBLERMAKER.”)

So then, what about Moony. So my idea of events is also a bit of dramatic irony where Sun Literally Repeats The Exact Same Lines With The Same Urgency, “LIGHTS ON, LIGHTS ON! I WARNED YOU, I W A R N E D Y O U (DEMONIC SCREECHING)” and then he just dramatically falls over and instead of Moon lurking creepily over the desk, he just. Sits up and goes. “Oh boy. Hello. You’re the boy from earlier aren’t you. This is. Embarrassing. Um. Terribly sorry.” And is just SO SINCERE. It’s almost jarring how easy it is for you to have him hand over the security badge, it would probably, appropriately, make anyone suspicious.

I guess what I want to get across is everyone in this AU who isn’t Sun or Moon are operating off of the assumption that they’re in the canon timeline, Sun is a Great Guy, he’s So Friendly, and super Great With The Kids. Moon? Moon is stand-offish, very quiet, maybe even still creepy to people, he just doesn’t seem that friendly or fun compared to his sunny counterpart. Truth is, Sun is picky with who can be his friend, and if you’re breaking a rule, you’re not a friend. Moon is just happy to make a friend. I mean for goodness sakes, he works with young children they make MISTAKES. He can afford to be a little lenient. Lenient does not exist in Sun’s vocabulary.

I imagine he’ll make sure Gregory is okay, situated, and then instead of LOUDLY kicking him out of the daycare and throwing him to the wolves, just. Hands him off the Freddy who’s right outside. He’s not banned either. He’ll just softly suggest that it’s probably not the best idea to return anytime after closing in the future, but he hopes they can meet again and wishes him well.

And then I thought, well what if he got a bigger role maybe as a treat, so like, low power mode every hour, amiright.

So every hour that passes, animatronic in the pizzeria need time to recharge, and that counts for Best Dad Freddy. But like, this time around, Moon still gets free reign to roam around as he pleases, but he spots Gregory, and he feels bad for Sun having terrorized him earlier, and he’s alone, so he’s like “guess I’m helping this child now”. Am I saying you NEED a second whole companion animatronic? No, but I DO think it would be cool if Moon assisted Gregory, he’s a great climber, and very sneaky, he can grab and go, avoid enemy animatronics, and he probably has good little short cut knowledge from his time being at the pizzaplex, so he can get Greg where he needs to go just as well as Freddy. (This is purely self indulgent though, feel free to disregard this last part.)

OKAY THAT WAS A LOT TO WRITE TWICE I’m not sure if I did as good of a job as the first time, so like, feel free to shoot me any idea you have as well. Thanks for reading.

[sungbeam]

𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞

nct dream ot7 x reader (platonic)

0.6k words, absolute crack

"You've had bad ideas before, Haechan, but this is by far the worst you've had."

Lee Donghyuck made a face at Huang Renjun, the one who had insulted his brilliant dare, and who was currently hugging himself and making himself smaller. Donghyuck scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Oh please, Scaredy Cat. If Yn-ie can do it, so can you."

"Hey! I take personal offense to that," you huffed from where you were clinging onto Mark's back and hiding behind him. It seemed, though, that Mark Lee was perfectly content with serving as your human meat shield. However, he did tend to have a nervous tick of drumming his fingers against his thigh when he was nervous to some invisible beat, as he was doing now. 

Na Jaemin stared up at the great mansion looming over them like an early deadline. From the outside, the facade was pristine and well-kept. The marble columns were perfectly chiseled like those of Greek temples, and the teal blue shutters were perfectly intact, as if some invisible groundskeeper kept the house's appearances up. In reality, the gates about half a mile behind the group had been rusted over with a sign reading TRESPASSERS BEWARE displayed in big, bold red letters.

"Sexy," was all Jaemin had to comment with an affirming nod as he peered at a corner webbed with spider eggs. 

Lee Jeno laughed nervously from beside Jaemin. "Yeah, this is a little impractical."

"Ooh, is Jeno Lee scared?" Haechan teased, chuckling, as he took the first step up toward the house. 

Park Jisung and Zhong Chenle hung near the back of the group, eyeing the large house with differing reactions. Jisung's mouth hung partly open in slight awe. "It's really quite a beautiful piece of architecture," he commented. "The classical elements and western influences mesh very well together."

"Eh," said Chenle with a half-hearted shrug of one shoulder. "I've seen bigger."

Jaemin turned to look at Jisung over his shoulder with a half grin. "You studied architecture, Jisungie?"

Jisung smiled. "It's amazing what the brain can retain when bored."

"Enough!" Haechan's screech echoed over the deserted area. He whacked his arms wide open from the top of the stairs. "Hurry up and let's go inside already! You all agreed to this dare, so get a move on!"

"Anyone ever tell you patience is a virtue?" Renjun grumbled as he climbed the stairs with you and Mark, Jeno and Jaemin following swiftly after. Chenle and Jisung still rounded up the rear, but seemed inclined to head into the house anyway without much complaint. 

"Good thing I have no virtues," was Hyuck's answer. 

Renjun shot him a look. "That's not something to be proud of."

Like a mature adult, Haechan stuck his tongue out at him and wiggled a bobby pin into the house's lock. 

You noticed this, peering around Mark's broad shoulders. "Hey! Did you steal that from my bathroom?"

"Among other things."

"Donghyuck—?!"

"Aha!" The door creaked open in the kind of stereotypical way that scratched one's ears and wafted open to reveal the dark, shadowed innards of the home. The eight of you peered inside with wide eyes. You were able to make out the dusty grand staircase, a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and a few portraits hanging on the wallpapered walls. Ah, and a floating candelabra drifting down the hallway. 

Completely normal. Totally not concerning. 

Haechan grinned. "Race you to the candlestick!"

Renjun rolled his eyes. "No one's gonna—" Before he could finish his sentence, Jeno and Jaemin whipped past him and the sounds of the three's footsteps thundered throughout the abandoned home. A sigh. "Nevermind."

You, Mark, Chenle, and Jisung walked past Renjun into the mansion. You patted your friend's shoulder as you passed by him.

"Lee Donghyuck, this conversation isn't over! What do you mean you stole other things from my bathroom?"

Renjun sighed again as he stood alone on the porch. He eyed the fog rolling onto the grounds warily, a chill crawling up his spine. "I'm surrounded by idiots," he muttered, then he followed you all into the house, the front door slamming shut behind him. 

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[starlighthan]

[16:18] yang jeongin

genre: fluff, idiots to lovers(?), high school au

warnings: none

word count: 0.4k words

note: here's a very simple drabble after coming back from my hiatus! final exams just ended and i finally get to post this as a celebration of some sort lol enjoy! <33

© starlighthan - all rights reserved. please do not copy, translate, modify, repost, or claim as yours.

“Where are we going again?”

“The address- wait a minute,” the boy beside you struggles to bring out his phone from his backpack. “I never went there yet, but I thought it would be a great idea to go there together.”

Humming, you suddenly remember the point of going out with Jeongin after class. It’s Valentine’s Day.

Everybody’s pairing up, preparing to confess, and going on a date. In conclusion, the two of you decided to go out just to not feel out of place.

No doubt, you’re doing it as friends. 

After checking the address, Jeongin responds again to his friend’s messages. His friend seems to be a little bit of a gossiper.

chan: just because it’s v-day? how cute! (´ υ｀) 

chan: i hope the two of you enjoy! (and just confess already!!!)

jeongin: sighs

jeongin: now’s not the time for that… we really are going out to this café as friends!

chan: sure, innie (◔_◔)

“Oh! You’re chatting with Chan?”

Jeongin widens his eyes, immediately closing the messaging app, “Yeah, he knows we’re going out today.”

“And he’s teasing a little bit,” he mumbled, scratching his head lightly.

You step closer, “About what?”

“Us going out. I just said we’re going out as friends.”

You giggle. The sound warms the boy’s heart. Despite feeling embarrassed over the thought that he decided to take you out as a friend, confessing doesn’t sound like a bad idea all of a sudden.

“You’re right though, it’s been very clear. There’s nothing wrong with hanging out with your friends on Valentine’s day, right?” You cling on his arm, leaning your head to his shoulder, “It is still a day to show your love for people.”

Jeongin hesitantly nods. Nevermind, now’s not the right time to confess. 

“Don’t expect a lot though, it’s a simple café. I thought it’d be nice to try a new menu from a café for once,” he rubs his arm this time. He's been nervous as heck for the whole day because of this 'hang out' of some sort.

Looking at him with a warm smile, you thank him. “The thought alone of going out to try a new set of food for Valentine's is really cute though.”

Noticing the big distance from your school to your feet, you ask, “Is the café far away?”

Jeongin shakes his head enthusiastically, “I’m sure we haven’t gone a little far from school, but it’s just a few blocks away! Pretty sure we'd get there very soon.”

You grin and pull his hand, speeding up a little bit. “Let’s go, then! You still have the address and map anyways, we wouldn’t get lost!”

“Oh, right-” Almost tripping on a rock, Jeongin screeches. After wiping a drop of sweat from his forehead, his voice shakes, “we’ll be there in a while!”