#yup they still got my brain rotting

[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

Daddy's Little Princess

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader (One-Shot)

Description: You get home after a long day at the office to near silence. It warms your heart when you walk into your living room to see your husband Bradley Bradshaw playing with your eldest and making her laugh as she combs his mustache with a doll's comb.

Disclaimers: AFAB!Reader, Tooth-rotting fluff, Babies, Bronco, Bradley

Word Count: 1167

A/N: Hi, Star here! The Top Gun Brain-Rot still has me by the throat. This was inspired by this post which suggested, Play with his mustache use barbie hair brushes on it. Obviously, the minute I saw it, my brain immediately went yup, that's a Bradshaw and so this fic was born. This is un-beta'd and un-edited by anyone other than me, so forgive any glaring errors.

AO3: Cross-posted here!

My Masterlist

It's been a long, horrendous day. You'd had to go into the office for an important meeting and dress formally for it, too. The worst part was having to leave your husband and children at home alone. Thankfully, it had been one of his few days off-duty from NAS North Island. You'd kissed your babies on their foreheads as you left early in the morning and spent far too long pressed against your husband’s chest before leaving. Traffic in San Diego was no worse than it usually was, so all in all, your morning was typical. It was during your meeting that your day rattled off the rails. Your proposal was not well received. It had been ripped to shreds by every member of the C-Suite present in the boardroom that day. You'd spent the remainder of the day with your team reviewing every inch of the proposal with a fine-toothed comb and writing and re-writing pieces for the follow-up meeting in one week.

After your day, you were flagging as you got into your Jeep that evening to drive home. The one highlight of your day had been the giggle-filled voicemail you'd received during your lunch break. Your daughter's voice had been so sweet with the baby's babbling and your husband's deep tones in the background. It was apparent your mischievous little princess had stolen your husband's phone and called you accidentally. It brought much-needed energy to you and an impetus to finish work as soon as possible.

All the streetlights are coming to life and illuminating the road with a golden glow as you turn onto your street and finally breathe a sigh of relief. Your husband's bright blue Ford Bronco sits in your driveway as you pull in behind it. It's only a few minutes before you're unlocking the door and finally stepping out of your heels. Rather than the giggling stampede you expect, the house is nearly silent. Sure, there is the ever-present low hum of Bluey pouring out of your living room, but the undercurrent of chaos usually present in your home with a 3-year-old, an 8-month-old, and not one but two dogs isn't there at all. You place your bag on the side table and stretch your tense muscles before padding silently to the living room and peeking in. Your son, Arden, rocks in his swing seat on the floor, suckling happily on a pacifier. Surrounding him lies the residue of what looks to be a war zone of dinosaurs versus Barbies, your daughter Maria's favorite game at the moment. You can't see her yet, but boy, can you hear her now.

"Daddy, Daddy! The dinoswars won! I twout the Barbies were gonna win. You tolded me they would win!" Her little voice pipes on and on about how sad it was that the Barbies lost. Interspersed with her chatter, your husband hums inquisitively to keep the conversation going. Your grin grows at your husband's voice when the little miss runs out of steam.

"Baby, maybe the Barbies didn't win because you forgot something?"

"What, Daddy?"

"What magic spell did Daddy tell you the Barbies needed to beat the big bad dinosaurs so you could save Ardy?"

"I hadda brush all their hairs and kiss them."

"That's right, baby. But you forgot one thing." Maria makes a little confused hum, and your husband continues, "You forgot to comb your hair and Daddy's!"

"Oh!" Her little squeal of realization is too cute. "Daddy, help!"

"Gimme the comb, Princess. Gonna make you look all pretty so we can save Arden from the big bad dinosaurs." 

You step a little bit closer. The kids are entirely occupied with the game, and the dogs, Tramp and Falcon, are curled up in one of the dog beds. The only person to notice you is your husband, who winks at you from his spot in the war zone of toys your living room floor has become. 

"All done!" He proclaims, "Don't you look beautiful?!" He smacks a loud wet kiss against her cheek as she giggles loudly.

"Daddy, wait!" Maria's all bossy now, "We forgot one thing!"

"What's that?" Your husband is the best.

"Your moostach, Daddy!" She's smiling proudly at pronouncing the word mostly correctly. 

"Alright, baby girl. C'mere. Let's comb my mustache and defeat these dinosaurs before mama gets home."

He tugs Maria to stand in between his legs and hands her the bright pink doll's comb. He sits there with unerring patience as your baby carefully runs the comb through his mustache, wiggling his upper lip occasionally to make her laugh. It's absolutely adorable to see. Bradley Bradshaw had confided to you early on in your relationship that he was afraid to have children. As he’d lost his father at a young age, he didn't know what it meant to be a good dad. All that fear turned into uncontrollable love the minute he held Maria in his arms, and he'd proven what a fantastic father he was every day since. You’re unbelievably in love with this man. That love only swells in your chest when you see the glittery butterfly clips nestled in his curls and the love in his eyes as he devotes all of his attention to your little princess. 

Unsurprisingly, of your two kids, Arden sees you first, giving you a gummy smile and squealing as he wiggles his little body to catch your attention. You step into the warzone willingly, carefully avoiding stepping on any of the toys, and heft your youngest into your arms. He’s warm and baby-soft in your arms as you snuggle him close, breathing in the scent of his baby shampoo and the special detergent you use on his clothes. Hurricane Maria is not to be deterred, though, as she wraps herself around your leg and kisses your thigh.

“Princess, princess, c’mere.” Bradley sounds so fond as he tries to free your daughter from her limpet-like grasp of your leg. “Let Mama and Ardy sit down, baby girl. Then you can cuddle her all you want!” He coaxes her away and pulls her into his lap as he sits on the sofa. You join them, letting the soft cushions conform to your body. Maria joins Arden in your arms, and you finally let yourself decompress.

"Hey, Mama," Bradley murmurs.

"Hi, B," Your voice is soft as you turn your head to kiss him. 

"How was your day?"

"Terrible. But it's better now. It’s always better when I have you and our babies in it."

You smile into the kiss he gives you, relishing in your husband's taste before focusing all of your attention on your children in your arms. Maria chatters about everything she'd done during the day, and you converse happily with her. Arden babbles at breaks in the conversation, and you love seeing Maria interact with him. It'll soon be time for dinner, baths, and bed, but for the next few moments, you can rejoice at the feeling of having everything you love at your fingertips.

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[inkstainedhandswithrings]

TBB S3 Ep 12 Thoughts!!

Gotta remember to look up what the title means

But starting off with rainy Tantiss and dark music

Setting the tone and I’m here for it!!

Ah yes

There he is

hemcock

I guess this joke is getting old but at this point I refuse to spell his name correctly

Yanno bitch really showed up with an undercut and an eyebrow slit right from the get go, like some well payed criminal

I never noticed that tbh

Ey yo Tech don’t shove your sister like that

The eye contact between omega and Emerie right of the bat got me like 👀

Girls are cooking

“For what it’s worth, I’m glad you’re save.”

Right.

Damn occupied pabu hurts my heart

But hey batcher and hunter are okay

Crosshairs hand tremor acting up in a stressful convo with his bros

🥺🥺🥺🥺

my heart

Crosshair having potential info on Tantiss and not sharing it is… complicated. On the one hand he had the option to save his brothers and actively chose not to. On the other hand it is very clear that Crosshair suffers from PTSD as a result of the trauma he sustained there. Trauma is rarely something that allows you to act based on logic or even your own morals. It puts you in survival mode, not because you’re not strong enough to withstand it, but because it’s necessary. That’s why it’s called survival mode. Very likely every instinct within him told him not to return there and that can be hard to overcome. But he’s willing to take that step for Omega. Severe and unyielding, indeed.

Also, Omega not having that issue, not being scared to return to Tantiss isn’t a show of her strength or Crosshair’s weakness. They had different experiences and have different brains, therefore they process and deal differently. Crosshair is not the weaker link because he was unable to muster up the courage to return before now. He’s simply in a different place than she is.

PHEE AND AZI!!!

“Tech told me all about your sparkeling personality.”

PARDONNE MOI???

I BEG YOUR BIGGEST PARDON

JUST TECH???

NOT “YOUR BROTHERS TOLD ME ALL ABOUT…”???

NO JUST TECH HUH??

SPENT SOME ALONE TIME WITH HIM DID YA PHEE???

Also Phee and Cross bickering hihihehe

They have good sibling energy already (sister in law vibes huh)

Why did Hunter sound like Rex during the briefing?

Like he just put his “man in charge” hat on for the first time

Phee just straight up turning the ship off to get in undetected is such a Tech thing tbh

Obsessed

Gotta watch that again

Beautiful

Oh wait fuck RAMPART is WORKING THERE???

Serves him right

I love seeing this trio work together tbh

Hunter, Cross and Wrecker bring such a different vibe without Echo, Tech and/or Omega there and idk why or how to describe it but I am here for it

“Anything?”

“Yup.” *clocks him* “Clear.”

Baby <3

“You remembered. How touching.”

Queen💅😪✨

“Are you here to kill me?”

“Tempting. But, no.”

FUCK ME.

KING SHIT 👑

Rampart is still a whore then, huh?

“Oh, please. You’re not going to kill me.”

“Not yet.”

GO OFF

“We’re in this together.”

Yo buddy saying shit like that seems like a nice way to loose some teeth

“This is your new home.”

The fact that they left us on THAT line

OW

Fr most of my thoughts on this are Crosshair brain rot and if I wasn’t so busy today you’d get to read it. (No u probably PROBABLY won’t get it another time bc I am adhd and I either forget or don’t have the motivation later so… lots of good thoughts get lost in the void unfortunately)

[no-psi-nan]

🥺🥺🥺 not 2 be sappy on main but omg I actually started off in Deviantart ages ago, that was the closest thing to social media for me until the tumblr migration lol. But I never really interacted with people on there, and even upon moving to tumblr, never really interacted with people here too often either. At first I had my main blog which was meant to be more professional since I was selling art to get a little college income, so I didn't really make too many irrelevant posts. Then I decided that I wanted to be able to reblog art and support other artists, so I made a side blog where I carefully curated and tagged the posts I reblogged. I made a few original posts but no one ever interacted, and eventually I realized that people only ever sent me asks there if I tagged anything wrong. Also I found out that adding stuff like series and character tags to a reblog on tumblr is basically useless because the op will pretty much always tag those things which makes it searchable on your own blog even if you don't tag it yourself. And if op DIDN'T tag it those things, your tags will make the post searchable on your blog but NOT in the general search, so it doesn't give op any more of a boost than just reblogging it tagless. So I made another sideblog, which I still have today, and I just rapidfire reblog literally anything I find shareworthy lol. Not any interaction there but at least I'm not wasting my time meticulously tagging strangers posts hsfjdlshfks. Since I was best friends with a big name fan in my main fandom (we became friends when I left a long emotional comment on their fanfic btw <3), I helped run some small fandom events and met more people as well. When I switched fandoms, it was a fandom event that gave me a new friend too, my posts never got any traction. Large fandom discords didn't really work for me either. But on this blog I was lucky, and for the first time people started like actually responding to my comments and posts, and get conversations going! And genuinely that's what's kept my brain rot so powerful I think, because bouncing ideas off each other and joking around and shitposting is genuinely the most fun I've ever had online!! I have to thank desta and oatmeal for the fun times especially, and hillbilly---man left really nice comments on my first few fics that really encouraged me, and I always have fun trading ideas with alienn, saikikthoughts, and crookedlyinnernightmare, plus everyone else who's on here, that's too many people to type out. AND I TYPED UP A BUNCH MORE STUFF BUT TUMBLR FUCKING DELETED IT!! Are you shitting me.... Well I think I remember saying that even if it's been getting kinda quiet and boring lately so my attention is starting to wander (I've pretty much posted all of the meta that's not deep fanfic hc at this point and my drawings take me a long time to make), I'll never delete this blog and I'll still be putzing around online until the day I die probably. And I'll always remember these days fondly and hope to find another great community like this one. And also I highly encourage everyone to post, reply, interact, and play with fellow fans! I've made lifelong friendships over blorbos and even if we don't have the same blorbos any more, we're still friends. Obviously stay safe online, never send money to strangers, probably wait like a year to start shipping each other stuff but still, reach out because you never know who you might meet! I've been lonely irl for most of my life for various reasons, and my online friends have been a lifeline honestly, they're all really important to me. Two of my best friends today come from fanfic comment sections!! Also I need to get around to archiving my meta on AO3 lol (yup, it's for meta too!) but that's gonna be a lot of work so -_-U).

[comphy-and-cozy]

congrats on your milestone, c! 🩷

🦋 may i please request the prompt “you always being in my life is gift enough” with brady skjei? - @pyotrkochetkov

always @pyotrkochetkov 🖤 this is kind of an unofficial sequel to midnight rain since I still haven't quite gotten around to writing you a full fic

celebrate 1K with me

Prompt: "You always being in my life is gift enough."

Pairing: Brady Skjei x Reader (gn)

Word Count: ~800

Warnings: Just some really heart melting, tooth-rotting fluff with our handsome Disney prince who is the world's most perfect boyfriend

Though it’s your second go at a relationship, you’re still getting used to all of the feelings and comforts of having a boyfriend. As if he wants to prove himself, he’s always pulling out all of the stops: holding the door open for you, calling you to say goodnight every night on a road trip, sending you love notes when his flights land. It’s almost overwhelming, in the best possible way, your cup overflowing with love and adoration from the man who never gave up on you.

Tonight is date night, and he hasn’t told you anything except to dress comfortably and be prepared to be outdoors. You’re both excited and perplexed, looking through your closet for what might be the perfect outfit—except you don’t know what that looks like, because you have no idea what he’s got planned. 

Eventually, after tearing apart half of your wardrobe, you’re dressed and ready to go, just in time to see a text come through from Brady telling you he’s on his way to pick you up.

It’s not long before there’s a knock on your door, and, like always, you’re blown away by the handsome smile that waits for you when you answer it. This time, he’s got flowers and a gift bag in his hand, and he leans forward to peck your lips.

He ushers you inside, sitting you at the kitchen counter to set the beautiful bouquet of flowers in a vase, then to open up the gift bag. Inside the bag is a poorly-drawn handmade map of what you believe is Raleigh, complete with sticky notes and barely legible chicken scratch.

Confused, you look up at him. “What… is it?”

He laughs. “It’s a scavenger hunt. I made it.”

Your eyebrows raise. “You made it?”

“Yup.” 

Eyeing the shoddy color-coded key on the bottom, you click your tongue. “Actually, yeah, that checks out.” 

Brady snorts, playfully nudging your shoulder to reprimand you for teasing him. He checks his watch, then adds, “Let’s get going so we can stay on schedule.”

“On schedule?” you ask as he grabs your hand, tugging you out the door.

The scavenger hunt is extremely well-planned, and you wonder whose help he elicited to execute it so flawlessly. Probably one of the wives, no doubt, and you resist the urge to giggle at the image of Brady sitting at his kitchen counter doing his best to copy the map on his laptop screen.

His hand-drawn map includes several stops throughout Raleigh, each of them holding a special meaning to you: your first date location, favorite ice cream shop, coffee shop, the bar where you ran into each other again, causing you to rekindle your relationship. At each stop, you pick up another clue that ultimately leads you to your final destination: a candlelit picnic at Moore Square. 

“Brady, this is so sweet and thoughtful,” you gasp, eyes taking in the soft blanket and wicker picnic basket, a bottle of Pinot Grigio and two wine glasses balanced gently against the edge. Your heart warms at the effort and attentiveness he put into this—by all accounts a normal, mundane date night—but you can't say you're surprised.

His smile is beautiful, the evening sun casting a glow over him and highlighting the grays in his hair. He’s perfect, you think. 

“Happy 6 month anniversary, baby.”

Oh shit. You forgot all about it—due in part to the fact that you didn’t really think people celebrated milestones like that, and secondly that you weren’t really sure which date really counted as your anniversary. Your heartbeat quickens as you rack your brain for anything you can think of last minute—something lying around at your apartment that you could throw together—but nothing comes.

“But I didn’t get you anything,” you say, guilt washing over you as you look over the spread inside the picnic basket: assorted fruits and veggies with what appears to be homemade (!!!) dips, pasta salad, and a smattering of finger foods.

“Hey, it’s totally fine. I don’t care about that,” he replies, tucking a finger under your chin to encourage you to look back up at him. “You always being in my life is gift enough.”

His words, as always, make your heart melt into a puddle, and you know that you have the most disgusting lovesick expression plastered on your face. When did you become such a simp? “Brady, I’m serious.”

“So am I, love. You don’t ever have to get me a gift as long as you kiss me goodnight every night.”

You hum, pushing the food to the side in favor of leaning in towards him. His eyes light up like a kid on Christmas morning, and you hope to yourself that you will always feel this way around him. As you press your lips against his, the world around you stops spinning, quiet and empty save for just the two of you, kissing in the park.

“I think I can manage that.”

[georgieluz]

screams f1 au i had one drawn up years ago but i didnt go any further than sledgefu rivalry and andy haldane in black fireproofs

anon you have no idea what you've just done by making me think about ack ack in black fireproofs.. i was so set on having him as one of my main team principals and now all i can see is him in black fireproofs.... oh the brain rot is gonna destroy me

i've got sledgefu as your classic bickering teammates kinda rivalry, i'm being a tiny bit cruel and putting them in a really really really bad, just absolutely horrendous, haas car just to watch them self implode

although it'll start at the end of the season where gene is still coming through from f2 and hasn't had his rookie season yet but haas has offered him a seat for next season, and snafu is at red bull with liebgott but loses his seat bc of contract bs and haas is the only team able to offer him a seat, ofc he's gonna be absolutely raging at the massive drop in performance and standard and just everything and gene is gonna be there in his rookie year having to put up with not only a terrible car but also his unhinged teammate

i'm torn between wanting driver husbands andy and eddie or team principal husbands andy and eddie and that's solely bc of you making me think about andy in black fireproofs and wrecking my plans

but ok i've figured out how we get both, it's gonna be team principal eddie and then 8 time world champion most respected driver on the grid andy haldane, who is in his final two seasons, but andy drives for merc and eddie is red bull team principal. yup, ok, this is the one

(also pls be my friend anon)

[bloodykora]

i still have no clue what to call this

uhh so i was possessed by brain rot and wrote more pretty woman x arcane au Part 1 This one is the reader actually meeting Silco, thought I should at least write somewhat of a proper intro to this There is one small instance where you are referred to as whore, but it's not by Silco, just some random dude. No use of y/n, pronouns or gendered names in this specific part but it is assumed that this is a female character. No smut topics in this but the premise is so. Hope you enjoy!

Note to self, offer help to random men people avoid on the streets sooner. Cause it will lead you places you’d never expect. Sitting in an office probably bigger than your own apartment that you share with 2 other people, with a man maybe twice your age. He had seemed to be struggling to carry a few boxes in the street, mumbling to himself about needing better workers. Which, now that you had at least held 2 boxes for over 5 minutes, agreed with. 

The way the crowd had parted for him though yet to you, his face was unrecognized. Just some random dude no one would look at. “Can I help you sir?” Some would say you naively asked when you approached him. He looked you up and down, surveying the promiscuous outfit you had chosen for the night. It’s a part of the job, so used to it that you couldn’t feel the weather changes or the wandering looks anymore.

“Not with what you have to offer, no.” It came out flatly, rudely. You smirk as your arms cross over your chest, leaning back to watch him stubbornly try to continue on again. But it seemed his luck that day had run out as he groaned quietly in annoyance. “You know, I am not one to assume things but.. I can imagine it would be maybe easier if someone would help you. But maybe that’s just me.” You verbally poke at him, turning away to look at the dark tones of the sky. You didn’t see it but if looks could kill, the one he gave you would have had you turned over. “If you are so, determined, to help me. Then take 2 of these and follow along.” “A few gold coins.” “Pardon?” “The first time it was free but you were mean so now you’ll have to pay me.” It wasn’t necessarily smug but it wasn’t polite either, another way to poke at the bear though. “Fine.” He snarled out and you got to work quickly. 

Now, here you were. Resting your feet, for a second, on the couch, in the huge office that belonged to Silco. “50 for an hour.” Your head turns to him, not quite sure if it was a question but still replying. “Yup. But it includes protection, a massage and a free therapy session all in one. So really it's a bargain.” You joke as you stand up and begin to walk over to him. His head leaned back in his chair, eyes closed in thought. You had noticed that about him, he thinks, a lot. Like he had a journal in his head that spanned across his life and he had noted everything down to the second. Everything except you. 

“Look, you can just say no and I will be on my merry way. No hurt feelings.” “How much for the night?” Your eyes widen in shock, eyebrows shot straight up. You’re wordless for a minute, a whole night. Not necessarily unheard of but not common. “You couldn’t afford it.” It was a lie, you knew he could. He basically fucking owned the Undercity, maybe it was a last resort. A final way to make him see that maybe he didn’t want you hanging around for a whole night, or maybe to find another girl for the night. “Try me.” You walk around the desk to the front of his chair, leaning in close to his face. “300.” You hold eye contact with him as you say it, trying to give the impression that you wouldn’t negotiate the price. “Done.” Before you could answer or even fully process there’s a knock at the door, immediately springing back up to attention. “Well, I might as well make myself useful.” You comment, walking up to it and opening it to a woman taller and buffer then you.

Holding it open for her and the few stragglers behind her, immediately shutting it but staying close to it. You could see out of the corner of your eye the way they all looked you up and down in judgement, yet it did not let you falter or cower. You space out a bit, thinking what the future of the night could be. Only hearing snippets of shipments and fees, bad workers. ‘What do we do for dinner? Maybe he’s eaten but I haven’t.’ Thoughts run through your head, as your hand goes up to your hair to twirl it. Finally, their discussion ends making their way back to you. A small smile on your face as you see them out the door. “Never thought Silco would be the one to order a whore.” The whispers hit your ears as the woman leaves last, looking back to you. You give a small wave as you shut the door, eyes rolling in annoyance at the comment. “Now that’s over, why don’t you have a seat and relax a bit. I will be busy with work for a while.”

[racingliners]

F1 2022 Re-Watch: Round 4 - Emilia Romagna 

Alrightly besties I’m back shouting about races that happened months ago!! (We can thank the ROC brain rot for reminding me to carry on with this). If you have no idea what’s going on you can re-read my previous post here)

All I really remember from this one is that Seb got his first points finish of the year (P8, woo!). So, on we go!

Fingers crossed I’m on the international feed this time

Unrelated I also have popcorn

Anyway F1 intro

(do do dododo do do dooooooo)

I am on the international feed 🥳 (hi Crofty!)

(ugh remember when Ferrari were leading both championships 😭)

wet/damp start???? I do not remember this whatsoever 

Seb in... P13. I’ll take it. (we get Sewis on the grid though!!)

ugh this was a sprint race weekend. ew.

iirc we’re gonna get some broken tifosi hearts today 😑

[Start/Lap 1]: Yup, Ferraris somewhat trounced at the start

oop Dan on Sainz turn 1 violence.

SEB INTO P9 THAT’S MY BOY!!!!!

aaaaand Safety Car

daaaamn Lando’s start was zoomy

[Lap 2]: Kevin??? in P5???? Viking power & midfield stay winning

Aston Martin safety car my beloved!!!

Teeeeeeed!!!! (I will always endure the rest of the Sky team for Ted)

[Lap 5]: SEB GOT PAST NANDO, THAT’S MY BOY

(insert quote from Abu Dhabi about how Fernando and Seb have always raced each other)

Seb in P8 🥰🥰🥰

Fernando racing Seb and Lewis on the same day, did we briefly go back to 2012?

[Lap 6]: Oh shit that’s a big hole in Alonso’s sidepod 😬

The Alpine said ‘fuck this shit I’m out’

[Lap 8]: The parallel of the Tifosi groans on lap 1 to the cheers when Charles got past Lando

Also, Imola actually seems like a good track. Not bad addition to the calendar (unlike all the new street circuits 😭)

[Lap 9]: Oof that Merc porpoising is bad

That’s a very ominous looking rain radar ngl

[Lap 11]: Kevin channelling his inner Gandalf with Russell

[Lap 12]: Val getting the popcorn out watching Kevin v George

The midfield once again providing the bulk of the entertainment. We thank you for your service.

[Lap 13]: Class zero to one rain???? What does that mean??? McLaren explain????

Seb sighting!!

Back to weather jargon, what the fuck is class zero rain?? a drop??? the weird misty rain that just makes everything damp. I need to know.

[Lap 15]: The inters are not having fun it seems. Make better tyres Pirelli.

Livery watch: Aston Martin preeeeeeetty 💚

[Lap 16]: Thank you Crofty for remembering that Imola is home race no 1 for Alpha Tauri too

(Yes, I am a midfield stan in case this wasn’t clear)

f1blr 🤝 Sky F1: roasting the FIA for their decisions

[Lap 18]: Seb in the pits for slicks 👀

pls don’t rain pls don’t rain pls don’t rain

[Lap 19]: And you pit for slicks, and you pit for slicks, everyone pits for slicks!!

Lewis on Esteban pitlane violence?????

Ferrari could have brought in Charles at the same time as Perez, but they didn’t. I’m having bad flashbacks. 

[Lap 20]: ayyyyyyy Seb P7!!!!

Alex got past Lewis???? I did not have Williams overtaking a Merc on my 2022 bingo

ew no don’t go to Horner I don’t want to hear his opinion on anything

[Lap 22]: We still don’t have DRS??? wild

the racing has been decent though

[Lap 25]: Lewis P14. Ouch 😔

[Lap 29]: Missing - Ferrari’s straight line speed. If found please return to Maranello

[Lap 32]: Also Missing - DRS. Please return to the FIA ASAP.

ugh, the race was fun when it was damp. It’s now a bit dull. Past half distance at least.

DRS RETURNETH!! 🥳🥳🥳

aww Mama Gasly. 

[Lap 38]: Toto sighting!!

Ted bringing up Seb unprompted. Big mood.

[Lap 41]: Verstappen lapping Lewis. pain.

[Lap 44]: Shit’s bad when Charles is asking about Plan D.

[Lap 48]: Yuki getting into P8!! good for him!!

no wait don’t get past Seb

ah shit is this how Seb drops from 7th to 8th?

Seb praise on comms though we love to hear it

[Lap 50]: Charles in the pits. Is this Plan D or E? 

ohhh the old ‘pit for the sofest tyres to get the fastest lap’ trick. nevermind.

asdfghjkl Red Bull pitting Perez to do the exact same thing. F1 is a Serious Sport™️.

Oh they’re pitting Verstappen too. alright then.

[Lap 52]: Oh damn Charles has caught up to Perez maybe Ferrari weren’t clowning.

[Lap 53]: Yuki has indeed caught up to Seb. by P7 you were wonderful while it lasted.

[Lap 54]: SHIT CHARLES SPUN WHAT

ohhhhhhhh no

Well, my memory didn’t fail me. We did get some tifosi heartbreak.

big oof at that replay.

[Lap 56]: Meanwhile Lewis still can’t get past Pierre.

[Lap 57]: Potential Bottas on Russell violence? 👀

5 Laps left. Perhaps my popcorn was a good idea.

[Lap 59]: And Charles gets past Seb. nvm.

Light rain at the last two laps????? Mum can you pick me up I’m scared. 

Livery watch: I’m begging McLaren to have less black and more papaya on the livery this year.

[Lap 62]: I’m not seeing any rain. Are we safe??? I feel like I’m being lulled into a false sense of security.

oop, Charles into P6

[Lap 63/Finish]: I had legit forgotten about Verstappen after he lapped Lewis ngl.

Lando P3!! Good for him!

Damn Russell just kept P4

SEB P8 FIRST POINTS OF THE YEAR HELL YEAH!!!!!

Double AM points finish too we love to see it.

Well, that was def a better race than Aus, despite the really dull middle section when there was no DRS. Still made I completely forgot that it was a damp/dry race, the opening laps were probably my highlight. The Russell/Bottas battle was v fun to watch even though they kept their positions. Overall, 7 and a half front wings out of 10. Up next... Miami 😶

[rmjagonshi]

Fic Updates

Ok, I have been beaten into submission by my therapist. I will start writing again even if everything I write is horrid trash and worse than anything a two year old could come up with. 

Whole Again: Under major construction! I need to overhaul this thing in many different ways before I can give it the ending (and sequel) it deserves. I have completely lost track of the plot (not that there was a real plot to begin with) and need to try and work in an actual connecting thread into what already exists. Which means I’ll be adding, subtracting and rearranging some of the text. Actively changing. As in every day or so something will change. 

In for a Penny In For a Pound: Chapter 5 is missing. I have no Earthly idea where this chapter came from because it does not exist anywhere on my computer, external hard drive or anywhere else I keep digital media. It’s just GONE. Which means I’ll be copying it from AO3 to actually do anything about it. It’s supposed to be a shorter one; mayyyybe like 4 or 5 more chapters. Its on the docket.

What We’re Left; To Carry On: Yup, this one too. Don’t know when I’ll work on it. I’ll probably jump around and add to everything a little at a time. This one is a bit easier to work on because I have things actually planned out. Unfortunately, I have been infected with “Old Man brain rot” and have smothered my Stan Plush in hugs. This one may be slower to update. 

Original Works

So I’m also working on some OG stuff

Heir of Gardatia: This is the first “novel” I ever started. Came up with the idea in middle school and have been “working on it” (cough, daydreaming) ever since. Yes, that makes this damn thing officially old enough to drink. This one too, but this one is unlikely to actually see the light of day until its in a condition to show a publisher. 

The Good Samaritan: Whoof, this one is straight outta the archives. Short story very heavily inspired by Steven King. I don’t even know If I have a hard copy of this one anywhere, I might have to start over. But the concept is rock solid and I know the plot from beginning to end. I just need to get it on paper.

Eat Your Heart Out Dante: Based on a trippy dream I had in 2020 where I went to Dante’s Hell and could do random shit even though I was supposed to be in level 5. I had an affair with an Angel that had extreme guilt because of the affair and he was eventually reassigned to be my personal babysitter because I kept breaking out and messing with shit. Any who, I actually tried writing this one and its coming along. Got caught up in the specifics and and struggling with the characterization, but I’ll get there.  

The Vigil: Also “The Lighthouse” or the “The Keeper” I’m still working out a real title. Another random plot bunny that nested in my grey matter and built a damn fortress. So thing Cthulhu and lovecraftian type thing, only the existential cosmic horror isn’t the monster or the insignificance of humans, but the idea that you have forgotten somthing deeply important to you. You go through your belongings and find things that are familiar, but aren't really yours or that you don’t remember buying. Then more an more things come along to make you think that someone is living in your house and your unaware. Then its fear of dementia or Alzheimer's. Then is that creeping realization that, no, the MOST IMPORTANRT PERSON IN THE WORLD TO YOU has gone missing, you have been looking for them, but you didn’t realize you were or that you even had forgotten they existed until you find them. This one is born from a number of reoccurring nightmares I’ve had that all stem from the theme of forgetting something deeply important not because of Alzheimer's but because I just forgot. “Out of sight, out of mind”. Mainly because cosmic horror gods aren't scary to me. It’s like a nuclear bomb. There is not a damn thing I can do about one if some jackhole points one at my head, so why the hell would I live in fear of it. But forgetting, especially when there isn’t a good reason for it, just my damn ADD, oh, yeah, terrifying as fuck.

[godzexperiment]

puts the thoughts into funky fresh content

(*one of the ways 'human' nix ends up in vega brain rot*)

It sure wasn't like the 9 or whatever year old; had any major lasting memories. Just settled on top of an vending machine- spinning the pocket knife and keeping an eye out for threats. Which extended to the group of people. Weapons he didn't recognize aimed towards him. Jumping down as they began to bicker. He's just an kid, clearly isn't one of the 8balls and not our problem. Meanwhile Nix just used the same hand with the knife to pull down his hood. Study it all better and when one approached. Quickly flooring them- the stranger seeming amused by it unlike the others. Backing up with his knife extended. "Sorry- are you okay? What's your name? Are you alone." Voices weighing in, their own chatter but he decided to focus on the one who didn't move to get up yet. Asking an lot of questions. Name? He wasn't alone anymore. "Uhm, was just me till now and an name?" "What you are called, I for example am often called Jacobs as that's my last name." Blank stare, blinking as took that information in despite it being more confusing. "Nix?" Was what he offered and this seemed respected by the immediate use of it paired with asking again if he was okay. Gentle prodding for information that couldn't be offered. -------- "I don't need your fucking help!" Nix brandished his knife at the whole reason, he wasn't alone out there and yet he sure wasn't the most thankful child ever. Few years later that it was. Watching them clearly so far beyond exhausted with him. Feeling like quite the embodiment of biting the hand that helped him up. Maybe that was why the behavior; he didn't do well with kindness or the feeling of owing shit. Watching as the clothes were just dumped at his feet. "Alright, good luck then kiddo- patch your own self up and continue getting in fights." Walking away just like that. Finally. And for some reason it really took the breath out of Nix's lungs. Collapsing beside the clothing; hurling it at the nearby pipes and then retrieving it. Fumbling- managing to patch himself up; change into them and then scoot so his back was against the wall. Stare up at the pipes, it was what he wanted? It was for the better. Yet it sucked so much. ------- Major trouble; bit of theft and he waited for the axe above his head to dangle. Years since, apparently both alive and older. "Seriously kid- you're the one who got caught stealing gauze?" Nix just shrugged his shoulders as reclined his head against the wall. "Yup, to be fair I desperately needed it for an stab wound." Not even the slightest hint of shock on that face. Sighing however did happen as looked at what clearly was the written report. Accounting probably all sorts of fun details like climbing out the window, not getting caught easy and telling several people to get the fuck over themselves. "Didn't mention that at any point till now." "See if you mention you're stealing it for an stab wound, then it's well how did you get stabbed and that turns into that they don't really care at all but you get extra spice to the lectures." "Uh huh- well I came in just to get details; assigned to do so as well say you're getting community service for it luckily... I'll certainly tell them you could use seeing an doctor." Scowling, the scowl was ignored and he could tell not much of it was personal. Maybe a little but just in how caring the other still seemed to be. Formed wall of the years aside. Just like that exiting the room. Pretty soon getting checked out and it sure did suck. Then the start of whatever fresh hell 'community service' might entail as one of the vaguest terms to exist in Vega. -----------

After how many people vastly pissed off, situations did you get kicked out or something? Nix felt both incredibly lucky but also so cursed. The teenager scaling up the brick wall; aiming for an nice window ledge made to be sat on. Settling in well off the ground; back to right side and right leg dangling. Bend of his left leg- braced boot for stability. Rummaging out some stolen chalk pastels from earlier crimes. It wasn't like he could have paid for them. Hood of his jacket softening the feel of his head against the bricks. As let his arm extend out to start painting the bricks across from him. Maybe no camera got him stealing them. It was not an high priority theft from what he certainly had come to get an grasp for. Far more valuable to him than the seller who'd not sold them for weeks. ---------- "Oh look I think he's dare I say it content." Nix twirled his knife against his pointer finger; looking over at her stupid smiling face. "Sorry miss this is the look of an guy plotting an heist." Pretend look of disgust as she settled down across from him. Close enough her knees knocked into his own. Raised eyebrow at the heavy sound of her bag. "Shame- I just pulled one and I was going to share the goods but alas am confronted with nobody to do so with." Watching as some half full bottle of wine was produced; waved at his face with an grin. "I could forgo it, also okay seriously how?" She opened it up with an swig before passing it to him. Unspoken rule to make it equal. He took the same amount with his own swig. "Helping an guy pack to ascend up to your favorite class of person." Nose wrinkling which made her laugh as took it from him for another drink. He rested his knife between his legs. Safe from anybody running by or making any grab from it. Ready if needed. "Poor guy couldn't take his half an bottle wine with him or was it just accidentally missing?" "Yes." Both busting into laughter, keeping on edge while also just letting loose. Eventually collapsing in an heap together. Could really be taken for friendship. Yet it wasn't like either of them wanted to call it that. Friendship declared always was like the kiss of death. So why humor the universe by painting that target on an relatively nice connection? ----------- He knew better than to not be prepared for other people's bullshit. Yet he didn't have an death grip on his sketchbook. Had found an corner and seemed to be in the clear. So was busy sketching away. When it was snatched away from his lap. "Give it back." Taking care to shove everything away into his holster bag. Zip it. Watching as it was being flipped through. "Wow now I get why you're so protective of this." Flip around of an page to face him and Nix lunging only to be dodged. "This is some weird shit." It wasn't like Nix could argue... Probably not the most usual just how many drawings he did of other people but it was all artistic admiration and not an big deal. "I'll give it back for your rations." Nix wasn't going to humor that thought; no assurance he'd get it back if he did and that wouldn't just get bothered later. So this time he moved fast, practically flinging himself at the other. Sketchbook skidding across the ground into an corner. Elbow to the nose- his knee to the other's ribs and then good solid hit to an certain spot of the others leg. Getting up, scrambling over to his sketchbook. Watching the other fail to get up. "The fuck did you do to my leg freak?" "Put it out of business- it should wake up and be an motherfucker in like an hour or so depending; I'll just leave you to it." Ignoring the curses, threats that echoed after him until had navigated plenty far away with his sketchbook. Tucking in his arms up to his chest. Well now he didn't feel like drawing more so being nowhere around when the other could walk again.

--------

Sometimes things got extra hellish. Better to just be on edge and or get in trouble for trespassing than see who he'd pissed off enough to become public enemy as a result. Having found an shadowy dim spot to rest an little. Running approaching so fingers found his knife just in case. No intent to get involved if he didn't have to. Watching as they tripped and fell beneath his elevated spot. Approaching group probably with awful intents. Given the heckling remarks being casually made. Whoever under him was basically unlikely to not leave the encounter in an body bag. Not his issue... But he hopped down. Twirling his knife and firing an attempt to reassure the trembling stranger he wasn't an threat to them. More threats, some to him and that it wasn't his problem. "I think you should all fuck off back to the sewage you formed out of." Acting so unbothered which clearly was making an few reconsider. Assessing, figuring out the ring leader and silent forgive me to the universe. Quickly moved to hook one boot around an knee cap. Tug in an way that was very much not good for the ability to stand. And grabbed the hand of whoever he'd just rescued. Leading them until reached somewhere it seemed safe to drop them off. Before vanishing off to go find an new spot now that he'd no doubt shifted that groups wrath his direction. Given had seen an gun- he didn't want to be on the business end of it.

[istherewifiinhell]

Reading progress: chapter 243 (oh my god no i didnt give up just. gah. life)

reading highlights: in which keeping notes for a very long story pays off, i didnt remember shit. my general track record of focusing on one interest over time is, very bad. also in which i have to manifest a second voice to encapsulate my reactions

222 yjh prev death trauma

223 swk new sugar daddy/whale

kdj fan of hiatus media when theres a new drop

yjh pov beloved. asmodeus grabbing yjh face and calling him pretty, alright

HHH ORV kdj showing up all possessive. jesus

hes doing a flatliners

225 Constellation who likes to change sex (-> CWLTCS) wants you to change your sex

kdj did you just invent corporate shares

argh the drama of claiming to be yjh sponsor then looking to (real sponsor) to save (yjh)

226 kdj gething fucked up abt yjh "death"

novel revision yjh is sooooooo

everyone politely giving the room to dokhyuk reunion

yjh said bluntly/expressionlessly. yes. but have you considered hes being the sweetest man in the world. -> referencing the very end of the chapters where yjh fills in what the rest of the company have been doing, and when kdj kinda existential crisis's about it tells him that his (kdj's) story, is still being told "Lets go back to Earth, Kim Dokja"

227 yes kdj yjh is clearly trying to steal your valour and send you back to earth thats why hes doing ID theft

228 Kdj: this person is so beautiful, beyond words.

↳ (—_—): How Beautiful Are They?

↳ kdj: ... 3 YJH's.

↳ (—_—): YAY!

229 peanut gallery: kdj arent you gay?? dont look at women...

Foodie and [tech] guy yjh [-> cant read my own writing]

YJH & JHY transphobic beef

231 yjh hiding in a tree

omg. doggie. sounds like it looks like my dog

↳ STANDS ON TWO LEGS. okay.

↳ the dog blew hmo out of the house.

↳ "The confrontation between man and dog was filled with unbelievable tension"

232 "There were probably no dogs in the Star System stronger than the Breaking the Sky Master"

3 METER TALL WOMEN! SHE SMOKES A PIPE!

233 Yjh is just being spanked... have i got that right?

gah kdj's constellation messages kill me

yjh prespective on kdj clownery beloved

234 yjh puts kdj behind himself as kdj does his saying inflammatory shit thing

235 via Yjh -> uriel is really strict and lofty when she doesnt have fujo brain rot

yjh 100 years old? more??

yjh said this and thought he was talking like kdj -> AHA!

Breaking the Sky Sword wasn't originally for men -> the problem of gender can be resolved "CWLTCS is snorting"

↳ complex emotions about that huh?

236 OUR nebula

cowboy carriage footman?

Novel revision yjh: It would have been nice if he had come with me

kdj being given story food -> me: wow just like silverwing! (sunwing in particular... i think)

237 "Yes, an unexpected accident. An accident that happens accidentally"

KDJ SICKO MODE/angry protective dad mode

ORO castle... Immeasurable Austerity -> I think rich people eat the poor maybe

DO appreciate kdjs constant "Dream Bigger" energy

238 persephone and uriel being little dokhyuk shits

kdj problems time

kdj trying to hype up his comfort novel on social media to no avail

240 "Please tell me exactly precisely."

okay so lotr

"It might be time to admit it. I had become the 'constellation' I hated"

Iris loves che and early marx hell yeah girl (1 point to orv teens and being really philosophically well read)

↳ oh seriously hell yeah girl

↳ "Iris cursed something that wasn't 'capital' ... the star stream" Hmm, Debatable

241 kdj I wish I could offer something to this scared child but i can only do this trade! -> i mean, you are saving her life?

Eoren's sword. Eowyn... Arwen? -> only women can wield it. yep checks out

242 once again I realise how great Yjh is -> yeah.. I know bud

"Yjh overcame (breaking the sky sword female only nature) with great effort." hmm. mh hm. yup. arduously, I bet. sure man, w/e

Rotating: now there are some very juicy tid bits here with yjh past hinting, and a few scenes from his pov even. similarly kdj confronting, just a bit, the means towards his end are leading to him to some interesting places. that said, in an effort to motivate myself to just read the dang thing. i feel myself really just focusing on giggling at all the delightful dokhyuk baiting and the more just comical aspects. like. horton hears a WHO CARES-- THIS DOG CAN DUEL. in order to get the joy of having fun notes on and thoughts about this story, i must in fact, keep reading it.

[heyitsphoenixx]

I Hope You’re Happy

Alright y’all, here’s an au ending to promising young woman that I haven’t been able to get out of my head and finally wrote at 4am. Let me know if you want more of this brain rot.

TW: brief mentions of rape, murder, self harm, suffocation. SFW, just angst mainly.

All Parts AO3

gif by @mickeysjones

“…charged with one count of manslaughter and one count of second degree rape. The trial is set to begin next Tuesday, so check back with us then to stay up to date on each new development…”

Feeling the weight of fifty pounds on each eyelid, Cassie slowly forced her eyes open. Her throat and chest felt similarly burdened and she felt a mild sense of surprise when she discovered she was in fact breathing. She noticed soon after that there was a tube in her throat doing the work for her.

She blinked slowly to clear her vision and tried to gage her surroundings. She was definitely in a hospital, the blinding white light bouncing off the walls could attest to that. There was a TV on, quietly reporting the news that she couldn’t hear. She felt the stiff material of a dressing gown on her skin, and the prick of an IV in her right arm. She checked her mobility by wiggling her toes and tapping each of her fingers with her thumb, all appearing to be in working order. After confirming to herself that she was indeed still alive, Cassie realized she could hear the faint sound of someone snoring.

Due to the tube in her throat she couldn’t exactly move her head, but in her peripheral vision she saw someone in blue scrubs slumped in a chair to her right. The lanky form matched the familiar sound. God damn it, she thought.

Mentally steeling herself, she loudly snapped her fingers three times. The snoring abruptly stopped as he jolted awake in the chair. He always was a light sleeper.

“C-Cassie? You’re awake?” Ryan lifted his freakishly tall frame into her field of vision, a look of concern and relief mixed on his face. She thought in that moment that she would rather be dead than see that face again.

She raised her eyebrows to imply yes, obviously.

The corners of his mouth almost hinted at a smile before quickly being forced down again.

“How… how are you feeling?” he asked in his strictly medical voice.

She made a face that said I’m feeling like I can’t talk with this fucking tube in my throat, genius. How are you the one that graduated between the two of us?

He quickly shook his head, realizing exactly what she meant. “Oh god, fuck, right. Ok, on the count of three take a deep breath in and then breathe all the way out.”

Having performed extubations before in med school she knew what to do, but that made it no less unsettling feeling the tube quickly slide all the way out from her trachea, and she coughed for a few moments before catching her breath again.

Ryan turned away for a moment and came back with an ice chip for her to suck on.

“Here, don’t try to talk right away,” he said gently, trying to stay professional, and pressed a button on the bed to raise her to a seated position.

Cassie took the ice chip and waited about three seconds.

“You look like shit,” she croaked.

Ryan snorted and shook his head.

“Yup, definitely still you,” he said, sitting back down next to her. He sat slouched over his hands, bound together with white knuckles, glancing up at her every so often through his blond eyelashes like he was checking she was still there. It made Cassie want to vomit.

She fought her own rib cage as she took a deep sigh, wincing as her sore sternum protested and her throat barely moved, as if it was still being suffocated.

“Where are my parents?” she finally asked.

“They’re just outside in the waiting area, they haven’t left since you got here two days ago. Do you want me to get them?”

“No, I can’t see their faces yet,” she admitted, processing the fact that she’d been there for two whole days.

The low volume of the TV and the faint ticking of a clock on the wall may have added some white noise to the room, but they did nothing to ease the palpable tension. Ryan’s glare and bouncing leg didn’t help either.

“What?” Cassie growled, rolling her eyes and not looking at him.

“I mean… what the fuck, Cassie? I don’t even… I don’t know what to say at this point.”

“It’s okay, I know you missed me. You don’t have to say it.”

He barely chuckled at the sick joke, ran a hand over his face in disbelief, and lowered his voice.

“I mean, first you blackmail me into giving you the address, giving me no clue as to what you’re gonna do, then the police come to me-“

“Is he in prison? Are they reporting about him yet? I’d love to see the look on his face when he realizes he has to wear stripes the rest of his life.”

“You’re impossible,” said Ryan.

“And you’re an accomplice,” she spat.

Ryan stood suddenly. “I was a fucking kid-“

“You know, I think I do want to see my parents now, Dr. Cooper. Alone. If that’s alright with you.”

Ryan stared at her, equally as furious as she was, and Cassie stared right back. But she was far more skilled at putting the mask on than him, and she saw him waver for less than a second from fury, to relief for being able to talk to her again at all, back to fury. She felt nauseous again. He nodded his head in defeat.

“Yeah, sure Cassie.”

He turned to leave but paused before opening the door.

“I hope you’re fucking happy.”

She gave him a sickly sweet smile, and he slammed the door behind him.

__________________________

Cassie’s mother was sobbing into her shoulder on her left and her father was clutching her hand on her right. Her mother was saying something incoherent about how worried they were, and how happy they were to see her again, and how of course Cassie could keep living with them and they would never ask her to leave again, but Cassie wasn’t hearing any of it. All she heard or saw was the TV.

She asked them to raise the volume when she saw his name flash on the screen. He was arrested. He was charged with one count of attempted manslaughter (word had gotten out that Cassie was actually alive now), and one count of second degree rape. For Nina.

She had made sure in the event of her death that preparations were in order to bring Al Monroe down with her if he somehow happened to escape from her. So the court now had the tape. And she wasn’t gonna miss one second of the trial.

The door opened again and Cassie briefly flicked her eyes over Ryan’s stone cold face, having obviously taken time to put himself together, before going back to the TV.

“Sorry to interrupt, Mr. and Mrs. Thomas, just checking her vitals.”

“Oh Ryan,” her mother wailed through more sobs. “How can we ever thank you enough for taking care of our girl? I mean, you only take care of children for goodness sake-“

“I think she means to say thank you,” her father covered, “for going out of your way to stay with her, and with us, through all this.”

Ryan made a humble half-smile and said “It’s really no problem. I’m just… happy she’s safe now,” before busying himself with her paperwork.

“How much longer do I have to stay here, Dr. Cooper?” said Cassie, having had enough of this room and being spoken about like she wasn’t in it.

Ryan’s jaw clenched as he forced a smile again.

“They want to keep you one more day to make sure everything’s stable. Then you can go.” A bit of a bite snuck into his tone at the end.

“Oh, but I’m really feeling much better, and you’ve been so helpful and kind to me, I don’t want to bother you anymore when you could be saving dying children.”

Cassie’s doe eyes were unwaveringly sweet, but Ryan felt the wound her words had intended to inflict. She just knew his cheeks were sore at this point from smiling.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you again so much Dr. Cooper, for everything,” said her mother.

Ryan briefly bowed his head to her as he left the room.

Cassie’s father gave her a look.

“Now, I don’t know what exactly happened between you two at the end there, but I’m telling you honey, that’s a good kid.”

“You guys should go home,” said Cassie. “I can catch a ride back, and I want to stop by Gail’s place and let her know I’m okay. You should both get some sleep though.”

“Cassie, don’t be ridiculous,” her mother chided. “You can barely walk!”

Cassie clambered out of her hospital bed and started jumping up and down, IV still attached to her arm.

“I’m perfectly fine mom, see?”

“Ok sweetie, ok, we see, just get back in bed,” said her father, waving her down. She did as he asked, hiding her dizziness.

“Really, I’ll be fine. You should go home and get some rest. I’ll be back by dinner.”

Her mother sighed, but they gave in, kissing and hugging her goodbye like they didn’t know if they’d see her again.

Alone, Cassie took a breath that rattled through her. Her chest still felt his knee pressed onto her. She raised her hands to inspect her chipped manicure and noticed she was shaking. She rubbed her face and ran her hands through her knotted hair, fighting back tears. Old makeup stained her fingers. She couldn’t imagine how pathetic she looked. It doesn’t matter, she thought. He’s going down. He’s finally going fucking down.

She smiled at the thought, and glued her eyes to the TV for fifteen more minutes, hanging on every word. It was all any station was covering. Local blond barista girl nearly murdered by hometown magna cum laude Forrest graduate, Alexander Monroe. Even accused of murder, they still gave him a flattering headline.

The Boy Wonder walked in again with a bag of her belongings and discharge papers for her to sign, which she happily did.

“Okay, great,” he snipped in a huff.

She grabbed her bag to change back into her clothes. He was still hovering.

“Do you mind?” she drawled.

Ryan’s brows were knit together and he was staring at the floor in thought.

“Hello?”

“I am glad you’re okay, you know. I really am.”

She froze. “Uh, thanks.”

“They came asking me where you might be, if you might… hurt yourself. I said you were on a work trip.”

“What do you want, a cookie?” She didn’t understand what was happening. He wasn’t exactly contrite, but he was riding the line.

“I just… I was worried. And to think that the last time we ever talked would be when you were here last time… that was unbearable.”

Cassie sniggered.

“You really wanna talk about unbearable?”

“Okay, I deserve that-“

“You weren’t worried about me, Ryan. We both know you were worried about you. You were worried the police were gonna find out you had a hand in this-“

“I had no idea you were gonna-“

“And put you on trial. But instead, you get to take the witness stand. I wonder if the jury will believe your ‘innocence of a child’ theory? Well, I know I’ll be watching. That’s bound to make good television.”

Ryan just looked at her. Not like he had before, defeated or enraged, not even confused. He looked at her with pity. Cassie was so angry she could feel herself fighting back vomit.

“Can I change now?” she demanded.

He waited a beat.

“Was any of it real?”

“Oh, for god’s sake,” she wailed, exasperated. She climbed out of bed, ripped her IV out and turned away from him as she threw off the hospital gown and wrestled her clothes on.

“Really, I’m asking,” he continued, looking away. “Did any of it mean anything, or was this the plan all along, just to use me to get to him?” His voice was even and cool.

“I think you sound like a teenage girl, and you fuck like one too.”

Fully dressed, she walked to the other side of the bed and stood only a couple inches away from him.

“And I can’t wait to watch you squirm up there.”

“I’m sorry he did this to you.”

Cassie froze, but kept a smile plastered on her face.

“Well. It’s not like he’s the only culprit.”

She took a lollipop out of his coat pocket that she knew he always kept for the kids, and stuck it in her mouth.

“I am, by the way.”

“You’re, what?”

“Happy. Bye Ryan.”

With that, Cassie left the hospital, blood dripping down her arm where her IV once was.

[noritoshiikamo]

this is how you fall in love

pairing: kuroo tetsuroo + fem!oc genre: friends into lovers fluff with slight suggestive end tags//warning: nothing major // slight suggestive at the end if you squint enough note: the obligatory trio of mine: not well edited, lowercase intended, english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it. o wow look ive been posting back to back, ive been writing nonstop lately watch me ghost my stories in few weeks guys my brain = rotting, plus lately ive been feeling emotionally abuseddrained so i need something fluffy

listen to this is how you fall in love by jeremy zucker + chelsea cutler for maximum feels

“you’re a lifesaver.”

kuroo huffed, eyes rolling back with a small laugh as he unlaced his sneakers and slipped the room slipper on. it was odd to see the gymnasium without any nets or balls sprawled around. the gym has been closed for a week now in preparation for the upcoming open school event and currently under the art club’s jurisdiction. under her jurisdiction with her canvases and paints and it pained him to see her ruining his sacred place. he carried two plastic bags and holding two boba teas in the same hand. he wasn’t sure which one she was more excited for; the boba, the paints she made him ran to an art supply shop or him. she reached out, the bobas in his hand exchanged as she settled it on the floor, and she squealed at the sight of the plastic bag. he frowned.

yup, not him.

tins of different colors of paint that she ran out mid painting that she forgot to buy had her dialing his number and now it’s all here. all thanks to kuroo tetsuro. she grimaced at the price tags; it was costly than her usual one. usually, she would’ve gotten her supplies online, but desperate measure calls for desperate solution. she could always claim her expenses with the club. typical kuroo, she huffed. he always preached about getting the best, not minding the price tags but she’ll be the victim of his nonstop complaining that he’s getting broke every single day. she tucked a stray hair back and mentally counted how much she owed the man as she arranged the tins on the table.

kuroo noticed that look; same look she had when they are in the math class and he clicked his tongue, “tch, you’re not paying.”

“i’m reimbursing you with the club money,” she shook her head and reached for her bag, “please kuroo, it’s so expensive.”

he reached for her wrist and she dropped the tote bag as he invaded her space. kuroo rested the palm of her hand right above his heart, his own around the waist and another under her chin as he tilted her chin up. his heartbeat was erratic, and she flushed. “it’s okay,” he said, softly. her lips formed into a small pout and he fought the urge to just kiss her.

their dynamic is something even kenma couldn’t figure it out.

they weren’t exactly dating. they are friends, close friends, and classmates. it has always been him, her and occasionally yaku; creating the chaotic duo/trio of class 5. they both played volleyballs, both captains while he’s the middle blocker, she’s their female team’s setter. they knew a lot of each other’s friends from other schools; he was the reason why she dated akaashi keiji from the first place. it was selfish of kuroo to admit to bokuto a month after they started dating that he disliked the idea of them together. typical kuroo is no longer snarky, he felt lost, felt like he was losing his other half. so, he confided to his close friend, the simpleton ace.

“you didn’t make any moves, kuroo, you can’t blame them.”

bokuto noted as them both stared at the two setters, playing around the fallen cherry blossoms. bokuto never seen akaashi smiled that much and kuroo could only wished that she smiled the same way to him. kuroo stared at the half bitten onigiri he’d been holding, suddenly every bite he took tasted bitter. every trace of akaashi on her gave him bitter taste. she liked wearing akaashi’s jersey; kuroo longed to see her in his own numbered jersey; she’s his number one after all. her own jersey number is as same as akaashi. it’s not like kuroo could hate anything he did; he treated her well. akaashi was a perfect boyfriend and everyone knew. that’s why kuroo hates him; he gave him no reason to hate the dude. it didn’t last long however, they drifted apart 6 months later, sending her to kuroo’s doorstep soaked in rain.

he stared at her soaked figure with no thoughts in mind.

“he dumped me,” she said, voice hoarse and shivering.

he was alone and was about to leave for kenma’s, but he couldn’t leave her alone. dropping his keys on the small table by the door, he threw his jacket back in the closet. “come in,” he whispered, pulling her figure in. dropping her bag on the floor, she clutched on his sleeves as she kicked off her soaking shoes. “i’m sorry, my mom isn’t home and i can’t find my keys,” she was a blabbering mess and he hushed her. he left her for a few minutes, coming back with a steaming towel and a clean shirt and pants. “it’s from the dryer. you can borrow my sister’s clothes,” grabbing her hands, they ran upstairs where he took her to the bathroom. she was too quiet, so he called her name. when she looked up to him, her eyes were red. she was no longer crying, more confused and upset. her cheeks flushed and he could see her teeth chattering. he wished nothing but to throw his fist at the man. finally, he got a reason to square up the stoic man; he always hates the way nothing could riled up akaashi.

“he’s stupid for doing you like this.”

she shook her head, “it’s nobody’s fault.”

“then stop blaming yourself,” he ruffled her hair, a small smile appeared from the corner of her lips as she watched him disappeared closing the door behind him. he left her with the hot water running, urgently grabbing the mop and bucket from the kitchen, and wiping the trail of her soaked feet has left before it could ruin the wooden floor.

cant come over, busy, ill tell u later

kuroo texted kenma. the pudding head left him on read.

they spend the night together, sitting on the floor with pillows pilling against the end of the bed as they sat in arms. he had his tv opened to one of the late-night game show. they sat in silence, her head rested on his shoulder and her lips pressed into a tiny line. at the corner of his eyes, he could see her phone’s notifications blaring despite being on mute. the number isn’t saved but it was familiar. she deleted his number already, probably out of rage, but it’s a good step.

tell me where you want me to drop your stuff im sorry i hope youre okay y/n? i heard it was storming did you make it back home? give me a call im calling you okay?

just as like what the message stated, the unknown number called her. it startled her which startled him too. she stared down on the screen, he noticed the grip on the phone and wondered how the phone did not break yet. “can you answer it for me?” she said, holding the phone out to the black-haired man. shocked, he took the phone and pressed the green button. he pressed the phone to his ear and heard her name being called.

“hey man,” kuroo cleared his throat, “listen-”

“she’s with you?” the voice- akaashi asked.

looking down on the girl who was pretending to not have any interest in the call at all, eyes focused on the gameshow, kuroo sighed.

“she is. listen, i think you should leave her alone.”

“kuroo, i know about your feelings. for her. bokuto-san told me about it. if you think that this is the proper way to get her when she’s vulne-”

kuroo bit the inside of his cheeks. he was offended that akaashi dared to call him out like that. “so, what? she made her pick,” the girl turned to face him, brows up wondering what they are talking about.

“that’s low, even for you, kuroo-san.”

their eyes met. he didn’t even realize how deep the cut on his palm where he had balled his fingers into a fist until she touched it. he calmed down. “you hurt her. you have no right to say what’s low or not. be a bigger man, leave her alone,” he muttered flatly, before ending the call. they didn’t break eye contact until he realized what he had done.

“i-i shouldn’t have done that.”

she shook her head, “stop blaming yourself,” a small smile on her face.

that was 3 months ago.

kuroo had made moving on easy for her. akaashi and her remained friendly, although kuroo noticed that she tended to avoid him when possible. the breakup was indeed mutual, but merely on the fact that he lost feelings. akaashi had fallen out of love with her and in love with some other girl but who was she to judge when she was falling in love with the rooster head in silence. they still hang out with bokuto and akaashi but rarely with the latter.

she made him apologized to the fukurodani’s setter too and they remained on friendly term, still practiced together whenever they have training camps together where akaashi had admitted one training night that kuroo and her looks better together. kuroo didn’t say anything, not that he knew what to reply to that (his mind scream fuck yeah we do) but shrugged at his statement. “i guess dating her made you less pain in the ass, kuroo-san,” akaashi joked as they resumed the game.

kuroo was pulled back to reality when he felt his lips brushed against something. his eyes widened when he realized what it was. a quick kiss from her. he blinked frantically, trying to comprehend what had just happened which caused the girl to laugh. “did you just?” he asked confused by what had just happened which she nodded. she bit her bottom lip to hold herself from bursting into a laugh. “god, you should see your face. it’s so stupid. and every girl called you the playboy captain huh?”

he huffed and rolled his eyes, “i am not. i’ve been loyal to one girl for many years now, she is the one who hasn’t notice me at all,” he faked his pout, refused to look her directly in the eyes, praying that she wouldn’t notice his reddening cheeks.

“she must’ve been so stupid,” she teased, her nose rubbing gently against his jawline as she rested her figure against his closer. his chin rested against her head.

“she is,” he looked down on her, his arms around her waist tighter, “i don’t think she knows this but if she leaves me, i think i’ll be so broken inside. is it selfish to say that?” a small frown appeared on her face.

“i don’t think she ever talked about leaving you.”

a grin grew on his face, “so you know who i’m talking about huh?” she fell into his trap. she rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out, calling him stupid. he studied her face, his grin softened into what yaku and his volleyball team called the kuroo is stupidly in love with y/n but refused to admit face. his fingers ran into her hair which she had been growing out in few months down to her shoulder because she thinks that he likes her better that way. the way she tried to subtly put on make up to look better that the other girls who’s shamelessly flirting with him. she was too stupid to realize that he had loved her beyond that.

he loves the rough pads on her hands from holding her paintbrushes and volleyball. he loves that she works hard for everything she’s doing be it studying, volleyball or arts, she would put her blood, sweat and tears into it. he loves that she would wait for him to buy lunch so they can eat together in class. he would buy her a box of milk which she insisted that she doesn’t need too; but he convinced it would be good for her. he wants the best for her.

he loves that all the missing clothes he’s complaining about is in the back of her closet or on her. his cream hoodie hanging behind her closet door, his random pile of t-shirts in a basket on the floor of her closet that he liked to left beside the mix pile of her shoes and his one big ass nike shoes. her room isn’t messy, it is because she kept the messiness in her closet. she also like to keep random stuff of him too. the one medal he won from a science fair hung on the headboard of her bed, the misshapen looking hand wax sculpture of their hands intertwined from a funfair where she rested a purikura of them on it and a lucky bamboo plant he gave on her birthday to compromise on the no gift rule.

“for luck,” he grinned.

unlike hers, he kept her item neatly in his drawer. your spare shirts that he borrowed and refused to return, extra towel and her toiletries, some of her drawing blocks and a small cat shaped pouch where she kept her allergies medication. mostly hidden because his annoying friends come over often and would accidentally talk about it in front of his grandparents. but, on his bedside table, he has a cup of pencils by the bed where he collected the art supplies she left behind, random markers and paintbrushes, a clay sculpture of a trinket plate she made from art club (she carved a tiny letter k in the corner beside the obvious looking genitalia drawing) and a fake plant which she was sure he will not be able to kill it.

he loves it when she wore his jersey. he lost his mind when he found out that her current season number is the same as his. he’s in love. the first time he saw her in his jersey, the number one jersey on her body was during their training. he lost concentration; mouth hung a bit. he got so flustered that he let lev served the ball straight to his head. usually, lev would be dead by now, but he doesn’t mind. his nose bled but to see her kneel beside him, clutching on his own shirt screaming how stupid he is, wiping the blood away with towel, he could only say how pretty she looked. all his teammates were startled, her included. she clutched on his collar angrily; her knees stung from when she leaped down to his side, but this idiot could only smile at her with a bloody nose. “you are fucking idiot,” she cried out angrily, pushing him away before throwing the towel on his face leaving the pleased third year laying on the floor.

he loves the way she would find a way to impress him, be it as ridiculous as the halloween costume idea she had where they’ll go as the front and end of a horse or as serious as the submitted college application to the same university he had gotten into. “you are not getting rid of me that easily, tetsu,” the evil look on her face as she clicked the submit button send shivers down his spine.

“if you leave, i think i’ll cry,” he confessed, his smile slowly died.

“kuroo tetsuro is going to cry after me?” she teased. he nodded eagerly. “does kuroo tetsuro realized that we are literally moving into the same university? i couldn’t catch a break from him,” she faked her annoyance which he playfully avenged by sending her on the floor laughing as he tickled her. tears trickled down her cheeks as she begged him to stop, screaming to get away from his grip. “please, kuroo, i’m going to pee if you don’t stop!” he obliged, tears prickled the corner of his own eyes from laughing too much. straddling her waist, he gathered her wrists in one hand over her head. “apologize and said that kuroo tetsuro is the best man in your life or i swear i’ll make you pee,” he threatened her playfully, wiggling the fingers of his free hand close to her waist. her eyes widened in fears.

“that’s not fair!”

“apologize first.”

“fine!” she pouted, “i’m sorry, i won’t make fun of you again. now get off me!”

he raised his eyebrow, “andddd?”

“annddd-” a teasing smile appeared on her face as she said the next 5 words that send him to mars and back; “i love you kuroo tetsuro.”

he froze in shock. he heard the words before but never in this way; never for him.

finally, i think i got the calculation, love you yaku! lev you’re adorable but so stupid, i love it! thank you for letting me borrow your game, kenma. you’re the best, love ya!

the grip on her wrists loosened. taking advantage of his shock state, she pushed him back, straddling him by the waist, pinning his own hands above his head, giving him the taste of his own medicine. “i’m not going to leave your sorry ass, tetsu. i hope you don’t regret it,” she leaned down, capturing his lips with a longer kiss. letting go of his wrist, her hand went immediately into his rooster hair while another cupped his cheek, deepening their kiss. she could feel his cold palm resting against her bare waist and she shuddered. between the kisses, he heard her whispering his name. “kuroo, do you love me too?” she asked so innocently with kisses between the words but the way she grabbed a handful of his hand in a fist felt so dirty, eliciting a strangled moan from the back of his throat. she pulled back, staring down on his eyes as his lips moved.

“i love you too.”

nothing in his hazel eye but sincerity. he groaned when she pulled herself out of his reach, missing her warm body as she laughed. straightening her sweater back, pulling her hair back up into a tighter ponytail before she picked up the paintbrush she dropped. the paintbrush left a white stain on the court. as if kuroo wasn’t here, whimpering underneath her a minute ago, she continued her work. “i need to finish the mural by this week and you’re not exactly helping me,” she warned him, pointing the wet brush his direction. through the corner of her eyes, he was propped on his elbows, still staring at her, causing her to blush profusely. it annoyed him that she would tease him, then leaving him high and dry. before she could crack open the new paint tin, he ignored her warning as he tackled her back into his arms.

breathless against her lips, he told her to continue later. the urgency and rawness of his voice made her putty immediately. looking up the man, she pouted her lips.

“kuroo-san,” she whined as he captured her bottom lips.

he elicited a soft moan from the girl. he grinned against her lips. a hand rested firmly beside her head while another snaked under the sweater. there will be bruise tomorrow, she was sure of it, he will make sure of it.

“it will be quick, baby. i promise.”

she has no objection.

[astrochemstry]

Sincerely three as best friends

Bcs i wished they became best friends and nothing bad in the musical happened :’)) also bcs DEH brain rot ghsahg im srry Connor seems so ooc here I don't know how to write him help

oK so they Evan and Connor met bcs of Jared since i said so jk but like

Lets just say Connor was a scout as a kid, his mom let him be a scout since she hoped it would- maybe, help control the anger issues and such

So ofc Jared is a scout too bcs its Jared

And they met and got grouped together

So uhh Jared and Connor didnt really like each other at first

I mean Jared was scared of him so he stayed away

Correction, tried to

But they always get grouped together

And bcs its Jared he can say some pretty hurtful things

“Oh come on those twigs arent even tied tight enough, did you even pay attention??”

“Thats big talk for a guy that’s just standing there”

I think Jared almost pissed himself bcs of how aggressive that sounded but lets not talk about that

For now

Anyways

Skip to whatever highschool or senior highschool i don't know how schools work im sorry

So Evan and Jared are walkin around the hall

Lets say theyre talkin abt whatever and then bAM

“Yeah this girl really likes me and- oh my fucking god”

Evan is confused bcs what ????

Then he looks at where hes looking and

coNNor mURPHy FOLKS CLAP YOUR HANDS

“Uhh i think i forgot to- uh forgot to go and get a hallway pass and uh and ill just go” Jared gets all nervous and now understands how Evan feels

“Holy shit Evan is this how you feel with Zoe? All sweaty and wet-” “just- just shut up. shut up.”

Theyre both cowards so they try to run away but then boom Connor Murphy is right in front of them

Jared almost pissing himself #2

“Evan Hansen, right?” “Oh-  ah, me? Oh yes thats right thats me, Evan. Hansen Evan, Evan Hansen.” *insert Jared taking off his glasses, cleaning it and putting it back on- proceeds to squint his eyes at Evan*

“Nobody signed your cast.” “No shit Sherlock.” *Insert Evan nudging Jared and glaring at him and Jared thinking he fucked up*

But Connor doesnt give a fuck and only glares at him bcs hes more interested in the blondes- i mean cough bcs its Jared

Then swoOP he signs his cast, “There, now we can both pretend we have friends”

Jared coughing, “Ahem???” Evan raising an eyebrow, “I thought we’re just family friends?”

hey Evan got some sass too guys

Anyways bcs idk how they became friends bcs idk Jared tells Evan about how he met him at the scout camp and then for some reason Evan has this sudden burst of confidence where he decided to talk to Connor but fails miserably but Connor notices and then he talks to them and then what Evan says in For Forever turns true and-

Anyways

THEY BECOME BESTIES YAY

JARED PRANKS EVERYDAY

ok maybe not everyday but yk

Jared puts alarms for 3am and it starts again after every 5 minutes and the only way they can turn it off is to say “Jared Kleinman, the insanely cool Jared Kleinman”

Jared eating a bathbomb infront of Evan and Connor

Both very concerned  about it but Connor says, “thats fake isnt it? Its not an actual bathbomb. right?”

But Jared tells them yes but thats the prank

It is a bathbomb

Evan constantly talking about trees and taking them to the park he became vice park ranger or whatever u call it idk

Jared: “You worked here??”

Evan: “yup”

Jared: “and thats the tree you fell from?”

LETS PRETEND HE ACTUALLY FELL BCS ITS AN ACCIDENT AND I COUGHGJHFGJH

Connor: “thats high.”

Jared: “not as high as you, bestie”

And he means Connor’s height… and bcs he was high at that time

Also Jared calls them bestie to annoy them but now its like a thing for them three

Theyre not really annoyed they jsut like how it sounds so they do it too

Connor does it sometimes tho, he always calls them by their Last name

Instead of first names being the factor of being close friends, Connor calling you by your last name is basically him saying “youre not so bad” or youre a close friend to him

Jared: “Evan, Bestie, is it photosynthesis if i combine a photo of me with the dirt in my backyard?” 

Evan: “not really”

Connor: “Trying to grow taller, Kleinman?”

Connor is basically their go to person if they need a drive since Evan cant bcs of the cast but still cant afterwards since he hasn't gotten his drivers license yet and Jared almost drived into a shop and isn't allowed to drive for them

Hes also really good at finding places to make forts

And bcs of Jared’s and His scout knowledge they made one place in an orchard

Yk that orchard the Murphys love

Its closed but they sneak in lmao

Jared acts like he aint scared but bro is scared of getting caught

Connor also got them into books

Evan read the little prince and he cries over it everytime

Jared was like “ew books” but then Connor introduced ready player one to him

“Why do i have to read this? theres the movie??” “just shut up and read it bestie” and Jared loved it

Also they found out Jared is a secret theatre kid and got into it too

THEY LOVE HAMILTON

JARED CAN RAP GUNS AND SHIPS AND OFC, “and Peggy!”

Connor is pretty impressed and he complimented Jared on how its cool

Jared doesnt believe it and is still trying to find if hes lying

But really Connor isnt

Overall

I wish they became besties :’)

[venusandromedadjarin]

That Beskar Helmet

Ch. 1, A Glint of Beskar

18+ eventual smut, violence, gore, 1.5k words

gif @bestintheparsec​

Finally, the constant noise from blasters and screams abate and heavy footsteps grow louder. As you hear the cellar doors above you rattle, the boy next to you gently guides you behind the stacks of boxes, protecting you from whatever pain might come next. You aren’t able to see who slings the doors open, partially due to the blinding light after being in the dark for so long and partially due to the limited view from behind the boxes.

One blaster shot echoes in the small space, but you catch a glimpse of brown eyes as the boy is lifted out of the cellar by someone’s hand. Whoever it is lifts the boy into their arms.

You scream his name, just as blaster shots start pounding your ears from outside.

The noise makes it impossible to hear what he yells back.

Years later, you would still have the memory of his lips moving burned into your brain.

The phrase unheard, but well understood.

——

You wiped your face with a towel, realizing seconds too late that you transferred the grease from it onto your brow. Sighing, you clambered out from underneath the airspeeder to stretch your limbs after being contained for so long.

“Come out here, take a break!”

Shaking your head, you followed Teckla’s voice outside the shop. It was your 30th birthday, though the only reason you knew that was because the Ardennian who adopted you as a child was dead set on celebrating.

It didn’t really matter to you, you stopped counting after the attack. What was the point of keeping track if your family wasn’t there to celebrate with you?

Especially the boy.

In the hot sun, Teckla fidgeted with multiple wrenches, trying to mend the old starfighter in front of her.

“Teckla, what needs to be done?”

She scoffed and looked up at you, “You need to fly it.”

You nod and immediately started running mental diagnostics on the small starship in front of you. A bit of rust, but nothing you hadn’t fixed before. Whoever brought it in obviously had been rough on it, but you’d seen worse. A small hand touched your forearm, yanking your focus away from your mental checklist.

Teckla was small, even for her race. You had no idea how old she was, but her increasing wrinkles gave you some clue. Neither of you said anything, so you raised your brows, inviting her to explain. “It’s not work, it’s for you. I’ve been working on it for months. The only things it should need now are cosmetic.”

“For me.”

“Yup, hop in.” Teckla knew you weren’t one for words, especially when being gifted something, she never expected them from you. Hell, you didn’t even speak to her until you had been with her for over a year. She constantly found ways to fill the silence, entertaining you and teaching you no matter how silent you were.

“Thank you,” you looked down at her once more, squeezing the hand that still laid on your arm.

You never expected that to be the one of the last things you said to her -

All those years of combat training, and you’re still stuck in this shit hole cellar on Arvala-7. The grate above your head lets in some light, but not enough to see your surroundings fully. The stench is Maker awful, and you know there are bodies rotting around you. Somewhere to your right, you can hear raspy breathing. One, two, three rattles… and then it stops. It’s been a constant cycle of this for the past four-ish years. You aren’t even sure if your timeline is right.

You jump as the door slams open, footsteps bouncing off the walls as a Nikto makes her way down the steps. Somewhere above you, laughter echoes. They’re probably getting drunk on spotchka, drunk enough to have their fun, but not drunk enough to let their guard down. Luckily for you, their fun only includes using you as a boxer in their illegal rings. They’ve never directly laid a finger on you, but most days you think you’d prefer their hits to the creatures you go up against.

Today is no different.

“Get the Hell up,” the Nikto snarls as she grasps your elbow painfully hard and yanks you to your feet. Your last fight was only two days ago and you bite back a gasp as pain shoots through your side. As far as you could tell, you probably have multiple fractured ribs. You don’t realize you’ve drawn blood until you taste the coppery heat in your mouth. You grunt as the woman pulls you forward.

She’s the only one that’s stayed the same over the years, most of your other captors have either died outside the encampment or been killed by others inside the encampment. You still don’t know her name though, so you’ve taken to calling her Red due to her coloring. She hates it, which makes you use it even more.

“Who am I up against tonight, Red? Hopefully someone more my size?” You’re being hauled up the stairs now, the noises above you becoming louder with every ascending step. You can hear bets already being placed, most of them for the underdog. It’s easy to realize you’re the underdog, which makes you grimace as it answers your own question.

She doesn’t respond to you until she’s unshackling your wrists. When she leans down to whisper into your ear, it makes your skin crawl. Her hot breath makes you more nervous than you’ve ever been. She won’t touch you, you remind yourself. It doesn’t help.

“Now where would the fun in that be, sweetheart?”

You stumble into the ring after her hard shove connects with your shoulders, and your jaw drops as you look at the towering creature in front of you.

What has got to be the largest Klatoonian you’ve ever seen lunges at you seconds after the whistle is blown. You barely have enough time to dive out of the way, landing with a huff on your side. You’re able to gain your footing before sprinting around the creature knowing if you can get behind him, you’d have the upper hand. Klatoonians don’t have great peripheral vision, meaning if you can stay on the side of him, he won’t be able to block your hits. The bigger issue here is that he’s easily three times your size, which doesn’t take much.

You roll just in time to not be directly clocked in the face by his massive fist, but he still connects on your right side. Splitting pain shoots through your cheek and eye. Blinking away drops of blood, you make a drastic mistake. In the seconds between landing in a crouch and standing to face your opponent, you get distracted by a bright glint bouncing off what could only be…

Beskar? Impo-

Your thought is cut short by the gigantic forearm smashing into your core, you barely have enough time to cry out before being flung through the air. A quick mental rundown of the ring’s layout gives you just enough time to brace for the impact against stone before it happens. Somehow you save your head from cracking against it by throwing up your hand behind your skull, but the sickening crunch of your fingers makes you gasp just as your already sore ribs make contact. You land on all fours, quickly rolling away from the foot coming down to smash you into the dirt.

But you aren’t as quick as you thought, and instead of completely saving yourself, you pin yourself back against the wall. Too quickly, the Klatoonian grabs at your hair, his fist easily twice the size of your head, and pulls you up. Ordinarily, you wouldn’t allow the scream that tears from your throat to be heard by the onlookers, but you can’t help it as you’re thrown through the air again.

The last thing you see is that Beskar helmet right before your rag doll body hits the ground and everything goes black.

You vaguely understand the voices around you as you’re being dragged back down to your cellar, but your mind is too slow to process the consequences of what you’re hearing.

“Bitch lost, what’s the point of keeping her around?”

“She was already injured-“

“We can still make money off her, there’s other-“

“No.”

That last voice sounds a little bit like Red, you think drowsily before losing consciousness again.

Minutes, hours, days later - you aren’t sure - you hear the loud echoes of blasters firing above you. You think you’re dreaming, but when it stops the dream doesn’t continue. Slowly, and painfully, you open your eyes. Or you try to, considering one of them is swollen shut and you can’t remember exactly how it happened. Heavy clad footsteps make their way down the stairs, but the light silhouettes the figure from behind, making it impossible to tell who stops in front of you.

Strong arms reach underneath your aching body, the cold metal feeling simultaneously welcome and painful as it bites into your skin through the thin pants and shirt you’re wearing. The last thing you hear before your eyes close against the pauldron of whoever is holding you is a heavily modulated sigh as he stands up to leave with you.

[summoner-chan]

I actually wanted to do a fanmade Valentine Event but like never got to finish it since my brain isn't committed to long term plannings-

So I'm going to just drop it here for everyone to see (≧▽≦)!! + This is a base reason for me to do so because I did some character sketches for the said event (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

Anyways, hope you enjoy reading!!

Valentine Chase: Catch the Valentine's Hare!

Main Characters: MC and Darius (Fanmade Character+Character Debut that I'll be showing soon don't worry ;^D)

Side Characters: Shirou, Kengo, Ryota, Toji, Agyo, Claude, Snow, Bathym, Pollux, Horkeu Kamui, Nomad, Ophion, Melusine, Licht, Maria, Gabriel, Zabbaniya, Arsalan, Tanngrisnir, Juliette (another Fanmade Character+Character Debut that I'll be showing soon) and Luka (last Fanmade Character+Character Debut that I'll be showing soon!!)

Summary: Just as you were about to dance on the stage, you were swept away by a loveless wolf?! Looks like your companions have to chase down both you and the mysterious canine therian in this frenzied Valentine chase as you uncover the true motives of the cool headed and quiet wolf!

[Part 1/?]

Location:???

[The background is directed to the night sky, the full moon visible as it looms over a land adorned with growing pine trees]

???: This body....is barren. Nothing is blooming

(A wolf like silhouette appears into the screen)

He turned away to face the brightly lit moon, shining down it's light to the figures. How long has it been he wondered? He had them for company but it only seemed like the butterflies were the ones who truly understood him.

Ah yes, the arhopala anthelus or also known as the Oakblues butterfly, he didn't knew why he remembered the butterfly with such details but it stuck with him longer than he could remember. Swarms of it tend to follow him around, especially his enchanted arm that resembled to a dead tree's rotting branch, leaving bits of bark in its wake

???: Well you never know if you try

(A hooded silhouette appears, smaller and shorter than the previous silhouette)

The taller figure sighed, his gaze still fixed to the moon. It seems like he's ignoring them

???: .......

(The smaller silhouette shook violently temporarily, before slidding away to the side of the screen, disappearing from the scene)

[End Scene]

[Screen then fades away to black before shifting to a new scene]

Location: Shinjuku Concert Stadium

[The background is directed to a large stage decorated with multitudes of red,pink and white, each having a heart shaped cutout pattern to each end of the ribbons. The front of the stage had a single row of metal barriers to contain the fans from climbing up the stage]

[SFX: People chattering and the sounds of equipment moving]

[Shiro,Kengo, Ryota, Toji and Agyo's figures are shown individually, each of their expression is shock]

[The three options appear]

⭐: What's with everyone's faces?!

✨:Do I...look that bad?

❤️:As expected! I AM astoundingly cute!

⭐ Route

Shiro: Urk! S-Sorry, we're just-

Kengo: We're still not used to you having those kinds of get-ups! The last time we saw you dressed nicely was at that fancy casino we had to bust in!

Ryota: Well you DO look nice in that costume! Besides, it's a nice change to see you out of that school uniform for once you know

Toji: That, I could agree with Ryota Yakushimaru. It is indeed refreshing to you like this

Agyo: MC, You look so cute in that!! Really fits your eyes! Hey could I get a picture with you? Pretty please?

✨ Route

Shiro: N-No! You look great! Not even the single strand of hair seems to stick out! You look wonderful as ever, MC! Though...you did took us off guard... especially me..cough! What was that? I said something? Possibly not, MC!

Kengo: Well what that nerd said about you looking great is the one thing I could agree on! Wonder if the clothes durable for a fight..Hey, MC! Wanna try sparing right here so we could test it out?!

Toji: Is fighting all you could think of Kengo? MC needs all the energy they can get since the event is going to last till night so could you at least use your muscle brain for once to consider MC's stature?

Kengo: Huh?! You tryna pick a fight with me calling me a muscle brain?!

Ryota: Guys! Could you stop it?! MC is going to perform soon and this whole fighting thing might bring their spirit down....

Toji:....My apologies

Kengo:Yeah I didn't think about it that way...so uh...sorry

Agyo: Apologies accepted! Come on, let's brighten those faces up with some candies I brought with me!

❤️ Route:

Everyone: Huh?!

Toji: You!...You!.. Gah...I am at loss of words of your high confidence, MC...You seem to know very well how push my buttons around....Gah! What's with that look?! Stop staring!

Shiro: Well it's a good thing that you have high confidence in yourself, MC! With that attitude, you'll be sure to capture everyone's hearts when you're up on stage later on!

Kengo: Heh! What'd you expect from my partner? They're definitely going to rock out this entire event!

Ryota: Hehe! You're just brimming with a golden light, MC! Your confident smile is totally attracting people in!

Agyo: You're right, Ryota! I could definitely smell in the change of air and it's really good! Wahhh,MC! Teach me how to be confident too!!

[ END EVENT ]

Haha, yup! This is the only thing I came up with and this is barely half of the first episode (^～^;)ゞ and it was supposed to be much more longer but brain committed watergun on itself so-

For the next post, I'll post the main character sketch of the event so please do anticipate it!

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“Because that’s the thing: Kirishima loves Bakugou, is pretty sure he’s in love with him, big red hearts and butterflies and all. And he was pretty sure that Bakugou doesn’t return those feelings, would’ve sworn it on his favorite signed Crimson Riot poster not even twenty-four hours ago.

But.

Kirishima has learned a lot of things about Bakugou since then.”

(Kirishima gets hit by a mind-reading quirk. Bakugou gets involved, in more ways than one.)

Rating: Gen

Ship(s): Kirishima/Bakugou

Tags: Quirk Accident, Bakusquad Shenanigans, Tooth-Rotting Fluff (I’m serious it’s soft and sweet like a marshmellow bro), First Kiss, Soft Bakugou (!), POV: Kirishima

One shot / 5658 words

>>Read on: AO3 / Twitter

Teaser under the cut!

Bakugou’s thoughts are Kirishima’s favorite channel. Kirishima tunes into them like they’re a podcast, the bursts of introspection at the periphery of his mind soothing with how familiar Bakugou’s voice is to him. Musings and observations, gravel-rough yet calm.

If it were a podcast he’s listening to, it would be one with a hell of a chaotic update schedule – Kirishima has to really focus to make those thoughts into more than indistinct murmurs. Bakugou seems to be thinking about a myriad of things at any given moment, so it’s hard to understand even then. Not really a constant tap on the guy’s stream of consciousness, more like...

A glimpse. The comforting presence of a loved one on the other side of a door, their absent-minded humming filtering through the gap.

Because that’s the thing: Kirishima loves Bakugou, is pretty sure he’s in love with him, big red hearts and butterflies and all. And he was pretty sure that Bakugou doesn’t return those feelings, would’ve sworn it on his favorite signed Crimson Riot poster not even twenty-four hours ago.

But.

Kirishima has learned a lot of things about Bakugou since then.

Gaining access to people’s thoughts, including those of his crush-slash-best-friend, is quite the development. It’s not what Kirishima signed up for when he joined Fat Gum on his morning patrol, but it’s certainly what he got after a civilian stumbled into him and started apologizing profusely.

Did I touch him with my palm?, a woman had whispered, a little frantic. Not like... spoken words, more like impressions projected straight into his brain. Mr. Hero? Can you hear me right now?

Kirishima had only blinked, his dumbfounded stare apparently passing some sort of test because the lady nodded to herself and relaxed instantly.

Nope, okay. It’s all under control, perfect. Where was I?

The internal monologue just kept going, touching upon the image of a grocery list and the shops still left to visit while Fat Gum told her not to worry and to have a nice day. (Kirishima had been too busy coming to terms with the fact that he’d definitely heard this random woman’s thoughts and that, yup, that was his mentor’s voice wondering, Is Little Riot alright? He looks a little out of it.)

One confession of accidental mind-reading abilities later, Fat Gum had sent him home with a pat on the back and a promise from Kirishima to go to Recovery Girl if the quirk turns uncomfortable in any way. And Kirishima had fully intended to inform his class of the reason why he showed up to homeroom after having waved them goodbye a mere hour earlier.

But.

It’s not that easy to get a word in when every person clamors to know if everything’s alright, both via their mouths and with their... brains? (Yeah, this isn’t getting any less weird.)

In any case, thinking thoughts very, very loudly, until–

Huh, Kirishima’s back. Glad he’s okay.

Kirishima zeroes in on the oasis of calm that is Bakugou. Bakugou looks back at him, one eyebrow twitching upwards in silent challenge. Yet what he thinks is:

Can’t these dickheads shut up for a second? He’ll talk about whatever happened when he’s ready.

There’s a thread of protectiveness connecting every word. For a fraction of a second, Kirishima sees the hallway to their rooms, a hand knocking on a door, himself opening said door – Bakugou’s gaze cuts away to Aizawa and the mental image disappears.

Kirishima blinks, struggling to process that Bakugou calls him by his actual name in his thoughts much less... everything else.

Holy shit.

>>Read on: AO3 / Twitter