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star-sim · 2 months

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boy's night ☆ riki nishimura

☆ summary: riki had no game, no rizz, which was why he employed the help of his six friends to text you. warning: having seven boys on the phone trying to text a girl does not give good results! ☆ genre: fluff, all enhypen members make an appearance, boys being boys, very stupid, it's getting rizzy in here but clearly i have negative game ☆ warning(s)? no just silliness :3 ☆ word count: 1.7k words

"Oh my god, she texted me!" was the sentence that completely destroyed Jake Sim's house.

Tonight, Riki was having a sleepover at Jake's house. It was supposed to be a chill night, a night in which Riki could bask in his friends' presence before they went off to college again.

There were many perks to being the youngest in his friend group. It seemed like Heeseung, Jay, and Jake forever saw him as their baby, after all, when they all met as children, Riki was a snotty little four year-old, constantly tattling on the older boys. Regardless, it was nearly impossible for them to not fuss over him, constantly asking if he ate yet or if he needed help. Sunghoon teased the ever-living shit out of Riki, sure, but the older boy never hesitated to take Riki's side whenever there was an argument. Sunoo and Jungwon were closest to Riki in age, but that didn't stop them from watching over him closely, like mother cats stalking their cubs.

Though, there was one thing that Riki had to admit that he hated about being the youngest: he was the most inexperienced.

Whenever his friends got their 'firsts,' he was always too young to care. It seemed like all his friends got to experience their first crushes and heartbreaks almost simultaneously, only for them to not be there when Riki had his.

Even when he was now a senior in high school, he had absolutely no idea how to talk to girls.

He'd heard all the stories about Heeseung and his antics at college, all the flirting tips that Jake liked to give out to Sunghoon and Jay, and all the crazed texts that Sunoo and Jungwon sent as they went through relationships.

Even so, Riki had never experienced teenage love for himself.

Enter: You.

You were the cute girl that sat in front of him in his Macroeconomics class. If it wasn't for the fact that Riki absolutely hated Macro, he would blame the fact that you were just so pretty that he couldn't bring himself to focus on the lecture about the New York Stock Exchange.

Initially, Riki had no intention of pursuing you.

You were cute, obviously, but hearing you talk to your partner in class was enough for him. Plus, it wasn't like Riki had any experience— even if he wanted to talk to you, he had no idea how to!

Except, thanks to his nosy friends, your name had been discussed what felt like a million times by the end of the week.

"So... [Name], eh?" was the first thing Sunghoon said as Riki's camera turned on during their weekly weekend FaceTime calls.

"This is so exciting, Riki," Heeseung said as he joined the call.

"Wait, how do you know her again?" Sunoo's voice cut in. "Sorry, my Wi-Fi is bad. You said you know her from Macro?"

With a little more prying, his friends managed to get a middle-school level confession out of Riki.

"I-I just think she's really pretty, and like, she's really smart," Riki huffed, "I don't think she likes me like that— I've never even spoken to her! Like, I can't talk to women, I straight up am a mess and the other day—oh my god— she looked at me and I think I almost passed out. What do I do? I actually cannot do thi—

".... But you think she's pretty, right?"

And that's how Riki managed to get your phone number. With the help of his friends (that felt more like them feeding into his delusions), he worked up the courage to stutter out a simple question.

And when you smiled, nodding enthusiastically as you typed your contact into his phone, Riki felt his soul leave his body.

So, it wasn’t hard to imagine the havoc that engulfed Jake Sim's house (the place of the sleepover) as Riki's phone pinged, your contact name showing up.

It was already late at night, so the boys were raiding Jake's pantry to get midnight snacks.

The moment that Riki announced that you had just, in fact, texted him first, everyone stopped in their tracks.

"Oh shit!" Jay shouted as he jumped over Jake's sofa, bowl of cereal still in hand.

The sound of crashing as Heeseung knocked over the ramen cups, as well as cutlery dropping abruptly and cabinets slamming filled the house.

"Oi, don't mess up my kitchen!" Jake yelled as his feet pounded against his stairs, scrambling so fast that he practically glided downstairs. After Jungwon spilled milk on his shirt, he was half-way through putting on a new shirt as he clambered down.

"What did she—" Sunoo pushed Jay out of the way, knocking the older boy over as he plopped down next to Riki on the living room carpet and peeked over his shoulder— "What did she say?!"

Within seconds, all six of his friends were huddled around Riki, pushing each other out of the way to catch a glimpse of what you said.

"Move your fatass head!"

"I can't see!"

As his friends argued, Riki stared at his phone, chewing on his bottom lip. His heart was pounding in his chest. He only saw the notification, and didn't see what you said yet.

What if you said something crazy, like "I just found out about that one time in first grade when you peed yourself at the playground" even though Riki and all his friends agreed to never speak of that incident again?! Or, what if you confessed your everlasting love for him in a long paragraph?

His head was spinning.

"Wait, did you open the message yet?!" Jungwon abruptly yelled into Riki's ear.

"No..." Riki answered slowly, watching the way all of his friends' once tense faces soften with relief.

"Oh my god," Jake sighed in relief.

"Phhhhheeewww!" Heeseung said dramatically.

"Why?" Riki frowned. "What's wrong with opening the message?"

"[Name] can see if you read her message if you open it," Sunghoon said matter-of-factly.

"Why is that a bad thing?"

All of his friends groaned.

They taught him a trick: swipe just enough so that he could see the message, but not enough that the system marks it as read.

Hey, was all you said, much to Riki's relief.

"What do I say?" Riki asked, clutching his phone. His eyes flickered to his friends as he sucked his bottom lip under his teeth pensively. "How do I respond to this?"

"Just say 'hey' back!" Jay blurted.

"No!" Heeseung shook his head profusely. "Anything but that!"

"Why not? You want him to say haiiii instead?" Sunghoon nudged the older boy.

"No, no, no!" Jungwon reached across to smack Sunghoon's knee. "All of you are wrong."

Jungwon turned to Riki. "Just respond with an emoji."

They all groaned loudly.

"Okay, anything but a goddamn emoji!"

Riki ended up typing out a simple hey in response. He had to make Sunoo press send for him, squeezing his eyes shut. Riki immediately shut his phone off, placing it face down.

"I don't want to see if she responds or not!" Riki moaned.

Within a minute or two, his phone pinged again.

"She responded!"

Even though you only asked, How was your day?, the entire house was once again invigorated. The boys shrieked, whooping and hitting Riki's shoulder, so loud that the house probably shook.

"Oh my god, it's happening!"

"Ouuuuu, she wants you, Riki!"

"Everyone shut the fuck up, it's time to lock in, oh my god it's actually happening—"

And just as everyone settled back down, ready to give Riki their mind-blowing advice, his phone dinged again.

[Attachment: 1 photo]. It was a silly picture of you, one of those cute ones that showed your eyes, clearly taken on the spot.

"OHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Shewantsyousobadohmygo—"

According to Jake, if a girl sends you a picture of herself, no matter how silly or cute it is, she is head over heels for you.

"One message at a time!" Jay yelled over Jake's shoulder as they tried to figure out how to respond. "You need to answer her question first and then respond to the picture!"

"No! Don't respond to the picture!" Sunghoon, who was all the way in the guest bathroom, yelled from behind the bathroom door, his voice both booming and muffled. "She'll think you're weird!"

"I agree," Sunoo said.

"I agree," Jungwon mocked him in a nasally voice, earning a slap to the shoulder. "Just heart the picture!"

But their arguing fell upon deaf ears.

"Riki, what are you doing?!"

Riki was on his own, his heart beating at the tip of his fingers.

I hung out with my friends today and it was fun, how was yours? was his first response. Pressing on the picture, he responded, You look cute.

When Riki glanced over at his friends, they were sprawled across the floor, crying aloud dramatically.

"It's over."

"You're insane."

"Fumbled."

Riki threw a pillow at them. "I didn't fumble— Oh shoot, she's typing!"

The house was once again filled with screaming and crashing as they scampered to Riki's side.

You typed for a few moments. Everyone was at the edge of their seat, simply begging to see how you'd respond. But then, you stopped.

"Good game, guys."

"100% over."

Riki chewed on his thumb, his eyes glued to his phone screen. Did he creep you out? Was it weird for him to say that you looked cute? Did he fuck up?

But then you finally replied.

My day was just filled with homework, very boring, you replied. Maybe if I spent it with you it would have been more fun.

Oh.

My.

God.

Riki's hands shook as he typed back another response, completely ignoring the complete and utter disaster around him. He didn't know what came over him. He wouldn't say any of the things that he typed out loud, let alone to your face. It was like he was possessed by some spirit that gave him the courage to type. Without even noticing it, his heart was palpitating in his chest, his entire face, neck, and ears covered in a red shade.

I'm free tomorrow, he typed.

"RIKI WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU—"

Okay, you simply responded. 12PM. The Block. Let's have fun.

"D-Did she just ask you out?"

Riki glanced at this phone, then at his friends, who stared at him with eyes as wide as saucers and their jaws dropped to the floor, then back at his phone. He blinked. "Yeah."

"Yes?!"

Riki blinked again. "Yeah."

And then it hit him.

"Oh my god, [Name] asked me out...!"

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thenightfolknetwork · 2 months

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I never wanted to be part of the creature community. It isn't that I have anything against anyone--I was just born sapio and didn't ever feel any desire to be Turned. I was happy with my life and myself and I was more busy with my O-Levels and looking to go to uni than anything else. But that's all changed a couple of years ago when...well, I know the technical term, but "Sudden-Onset Apotheosis Syndrome" is just a fancy way of saying "Turned into a god with no discernible reason", yeah? It always makes me feel like a tool and so I try to hide it as best I can--no one wants to hear you complain about how hard it is being given divine powers and all that entails.

But I do have a problem, and I thought I might not be the only one with it, MUST not be, except I can't find anyone talking about it and so here I am? I can't talk to anyone anymore, can barely do even shopping for groceries, I feel paralyzed because all of a sudden now I have to think about a whole lot more than a "five year plan". All around me my old friends and my family, they're all...

...They're all dying. Not of anything particular--yet--but I can't so much as think of them without knowing how they're all going to die one day and I'm...not. I'm going to keep being like this for as close to "forever" that matters. It doesn't matter what I do or what they do, in just a handful of decades everyone I've ever known and loved will just be dust and I'll still look like I'm seventeen. And it isn't just people, it's everything. I thought I was used to the idea of living in a world perpetually sprinting headfirst towards climate disaster or nuclear oblivion, but NOW it's like--what, am I going to just be wandering around the blasted radiated wastelands waiting for the cockroaches to evolve wi-fi? I can't so much as plan for a lunch date tomorrow without working myself into a freezing panic about something that's not going to happen for ten thousand years--what the fuck is wrong with me?

How do any of you manage this sort of lifetime expectancy? How do you not try and Turn everyone on the street out of pure terror that they'll die and you won't? If this is how bad I feel after a few months, how much worse will it be in a year? In ten? In a million?

I'm so glad you've reached out, reader. This sounds to have been an extremely frightening, isolating experience for you, and I'm grateful you feel safe bringing that experience to my door.

The first point I want to talk to is your assertion that you are going to “keep being like this” forever. I recognise that some divine individuals do experience true eternal life, unchanged and unchanging. But they are few and far between, and it doesn't sound from your letter that the condition applies to you. Truly eternal beings do not suffer from panic attacks, for one thing.

You may not change physically, and emotional or intellectual change may be a little more difficult for you than they were before your apotheosis. But over time, I assure you, you will change. You will have new experiences and be shaped by them. And that means you can heal from this.

You ask “what the fuck is wrong” with you. Nothing is wrong with you. You are responding to a desperately frightening situation that has undermined every expectation and hope you had for how your life would play out. Give yourself a little grace, my dear.

This powerful fear response is not a personal failing or a sign of weakness. Your brain and body are trying to keep you safe, urging you to certain actions in a bid to protect you from harm.

The next time that “pure terror” hits you, try to breathe through it. Notice how it's making you want to behave, and acknowledge these impulses as a desire to protect yourself and the people around you. And then, let the suggestions go.

The action – or freezing, panicked inaction – suggested by your fear is not helpful. You can't turn the world, and you can't sit in frozen panic, waiting for the world to end. Take a breath, and ask yourself instead what you can do.

When you feel afraid of losing your friends, focus instead on expressing gratitude for the time you get to share with them. If you're afraid of the effects of climate catastrophe or political conflict, try getting involved in helpful action around these concerns. Let your love for this world and the people in it carry you forwards, not hold you back.

There are many models of god-hood. The detached, eternal observer is only one model of divinity, and not one you have to accept for yourself. Embrace instead your own immanence. You are here in the world. You can connect. You can change. You can make a difference.

We cannot possibly know what the future will hold, for ourselves or anyone else. Perhaps the world will end in fire and fury. Perhaps there will be exciting cockroach internet in our future. And perhaps life will carry on much as it always had, but in shinier outfits and with more spaceships. Who knows. What I do know is that nothing can be gained from worrying about that now.

You do not have to have a ten thousand year plan, dear reader. You do not need to have a ten year plan. It might be helpful to have a plan for the coming week, if only so you can make sure you take enough time to do the weekly shop and catch up with some friends.

Beyond that, remember: you are here with us, experiencing linear time just like everyone else. So please, try to take it as anyone else must – one day at a time.

#answered #the nightfolk network #monstrous agonies #a little later than planned because i borked my schedule but here we are!#had a lot of fun with this one #and also got the phrase “immanatise the tumblr anon” stuck in my head

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lemondaydream · 1 year

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sanest-bsd-delegate · 11 months

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𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙛𝙛

Headcanon: Daily life of you dating them. Ft Dazai, Chuuya, Nikolai and Ranpo

A/n: accept this as a payback for being gone for to long. Miss you guys, how have you been?

ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY

PORT MAFIA

MASTERLIST

Dazai:

You need to deal with him fr to much.

Can see him ordering drinks during you dates, specifically asking the waiter to bring two straws only to see him drink it from both.

Are you even dating him if you both haven't already taken couple quizzes on the Internet.

This mf istg. LIKE you are about to kiss and he would bump his forehead with yours.

Either he is 10/10 romantic or will be the worst lover in history.

Aww but imagine, if you are in bad mood and insecure or stuff, or saying why you hate your self, he would overhear that and list you things he likes about you. Cute, BUT STOP HIM BEFORE IT GOES FOREVER.

Never leave him alone at home. This man would bring those glow in the dark stars and paste it all over your room. THE LIGHT SO BRIGHT IT BLINDS YOU EYES.

UwU that gives him and you a reason to sleep together on the couch.

You both tried to set up yourself as avatars on games, trying to get your virtual self together only for Dazai's avatar to turn into a bread and commit arson.

Chuuya:

Can imagine you both raking up leaves and jumping into them.

he trying their best to be quiet while you are taking a nap.

This man gets into a heated argument with someone begins threatening them, only for you to pick him up and toss him over your shoulders walking away while he still shouts.

10/10 perfect dynamic couples

You both will visit a field of flowers as a dating spot and thinking you have time to take photos but then both of you end up laying in the field together and picking beautiful flowers for each other. Bonus when both of you make flower crowns for each other.

He kisses you before heading out to kill people, while you lie still in bed trina cope up completing your education degree he can never have. (Lets be real, they are 22, people are finishing college at that moment and not killing people for fun-)

You tried to connect to his Wi-Fi and jokingly put your own name in as the password.

WELL that actually worked and you are connected to his Wi-Fi. (STFU ITS NOT CRINGE ITS FLUFF)

Nikolai:

THIS MAN likes stealing your phone to change your phone's wallpaper into cursed pics from your Pinterest. 10/10 morning trauma

He helps you dry and brush your hair after a shower and visa versa.

Normalising playing on the swings at a small playground that nobody goes to anymore because that's what two sane persons do.

Hands down, both of you tried to cross your kitchen playing three-legged race.

Never let this man draw. You both will be drawing each other and man will breakdown just because he cant lift a pencil. HOW CAN YOU LIFT A MF GUN THEN??

Once you and him were stranded on a raft in the middle of a lake. DONT ASK WHY.

Ranpo:

You have to tie balloons around his hand so he doesn't get lost in the crowd.

JUST IMAGINE-, He has a french fry in his mouth and dares you to steal it from him. and when you try to do it, he puts the whole fry in his mouth and makes you kiss him. 10/10 RIZZNPO.

Thanks to his amazing direction skills, you both get lost in IKEA.

HUJFDISF He will touch your face and tell you its really soft while he gives nose kisses!>>>

Presuming you can knit, he forced you to make a very very very long scarf, only for him to make you sit beside him and share it. (No dazai, that cannot be your rope)

Thanks for reading! I am thinking to change my writing theme. But either ways Do vote if you like ig? Byee lysm :D ๑ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY ๑PORT MAFIA ๑MASTERLIST ๑HEADCANONS

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camilasstories · 9 months

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❝feeling unreciprocated❞ chapter 1 | jungkook x reader

summary: Sleeping with one guy after feeling rejected wasn't a good idea, but sleeping with another one and another seemed to be even worse plan. Especially with your handsome crush behind the wall, who is as confused as you about your ways of coping with a broken heart.

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Your phone was buzzing from all the notifications you got after you had turned on wi-fi in your settings. You ignored them and started to scroll mindlessly through your Instagram to kill the time as you were waiting for popcorn to be ready in the microwave.

The anxiety and nervousness were escalating to the point you were bitting your lower lip which became more red and puffy. Like on every Friday night since you and your roommate made an arrangement that once a week you two would organize a small movie-night that nobody else could take part in it. And you weren't exactly sure what was the reason behind you distressing about such a trivial matter, but you fathomed soon enough, with a minor help of your dear friend, it was because of the second arranger of your undertaking.

You sighed as you rubbed your cheek in defense.

It had been already three months since you two ended up living together and for these three precious months you were truly fucked, frankly speaking, but who wouldn't be in your place? Let’s be honest - everyone would lose their mind over this boy sooner or later. Moreover, it wasn’t just your personal opinion as far as you knew, but you were the only one who had to endure this killing pleasure all by yourself. You should be grateful, you thought to yourself with a pity that you couldn’t use the circumstances to your advantage. You just couldn’t figure out how and you were afraid it would stay that way if you kept behaving like a simple coward. On the other hand, it would be super discomforting if you ended up stop talking to each other because of your sweet, silly crush. So you were trying to shut it down once and forever, but with no effects.

"Is it ready?" you jumped a little hearing a male voice behind your back.

"No, not yet".

"And now?"

"No, Jungkook, it's not ready yet” you shook your head to emphasise that he would have to wait just a little bit longer for a 3-minute meal “Just pick a movie, I’ll bring it to you in a moment”.

“Okay, just don’t eat it all”.

“Mhm” you managed to utter while you lowered down your head to stare into the screen, but you kept observing him from the corner of your eye.

He was wearing a plain white T-shirt and grey pants that hung from his hips giving away its oversized cut. He looked casual, but his tattoos elevated the outfit making it look… hot. Not to forget his messy hair that were a bit too long. You liked it, but you were able to hide it, anyway. You weren’t crazy to such a point you would run after him, right?

“You have some stains on your shirt” you had told him before he entered the living room, but he just shrugged his shoulders and made his way to the sofa that happened to be the most expensive furniture in your flat. You pitched in together at the beginning of your moving in. It was his condition, actually, but then he didn’t know you were a girl. Had he known it, he wouldn't have made you chip in, however it was too late to cancel the order. You didn't mind. At least you two were in a happy possession of a brand new sofa, which you used very often. Not in this way, of course.

You put the popcorn in front of him, which made him turn his gaze from his phone at you.

"You're addicted" you said slightly amused.

"I didn't complain when you were using yours" he scoffed and put it away "But okay, mummy" he made sure he stressed the last word.

You knew he was just being cordial, but you were flushed anyway, because of the mummy part. The teasing was unbearable when was done by him, because well, you used to take everything he said too seriously and keep second-guessing what he actually meant. Soon, you realized it needed to stop as you were going mad because of it and the worst part was you was aware his words didn't indicate anything more serious than just a friendly reminder you were his "bro". And it sucked.

You didn't let yourself to make a comment so you just sat in the sofa making yourself comfortable.

"What are we watching?"

"Something random, we've watched almost everything" he left the pilot on the coffee table and stuck a pillow behind his back to have something to lean on "So how was your week, miss smart brain?"

You didn’t have to think for too long about your reply.

"As always. Lectures, then practice and lectures again and... meetings with Gia. I'm just happy it's Friday again" you sighed and folded your arms thinking about the last five days "And you?"

"The same thing. Almost" he chuckled seeing your discontent, grumpy expression "I didn't sit with books ninety percent of my time" obviously, It was an exaggeration, but it might have been true if you wouldn't have Gia by your side. Your best friend.

"So it wasn't the same. I should have known that" you rolled your eyes, but smiled anyway "So..." you waited for him to elaborate, but he didn't bother too much to shower you with details.

"I was at Vixen's with my friends".

It was predictable his place to go to was another new club. Somehow, it suited him. Such places were perfect for him. He was outgoing, open with conversation with newly met people and he just liked the atmosphere of big crowds and loud music. Nothing you could compare yourself to so it was a nice surprise you two got along. Still, you thought there was an abyss between him and you on so many levels that even his friends looked at you oddly the first time you met them, but you were just his roommate. Not his girlfriend he choose.

"You should go one day" you looked at him surprised taking popcorn into your mouth "With Gia, for example".

"Maybe" you changed the topic looking at TV. It would be nicer to go with him this time "You picked a trashy film".

"Hey, it's random. I told you" he pushed your leg with his feet "Get lost!" you just laughed shortly and lied down on the sofa making him choose the floor this time.

"My turn" he murmured something under his breath, but sat on the floor, eventually.

The fact was, you saw each other only one day during the week, on every Friday, of course. Sometimes maybe in the mornings or in the evenings if your schedules allowed that. You totally understood he had his own friends, plan etc. so you weren't disappointed, because you weren't even certain if he saw you as his friend or only as his roommate. You just expected from him a little, little attention.

"Do you want pillows?" you asked noticing he took his place without anything to cover or make himself comfortable.

"No, I'm good" he didn't even look at you while answering your question and took his phone out from his pocket.

That was the hard part in all of this. He wasn't that invested in your friendship, at least he was giving this type of impression, so you had the right to be doubtful when it came to his feelings. Maybe it stood on the level called "roommates, nothing less, nothing more" with an arrow "you will never get to the next level, we're sorry for the inconvenience" next to it, so you were stuck.

His position enabled you to see everything as well as to smell his scent because his head at the level of your face as he was sitting in front of you. If you wanted to have a picture of what it was like - just imagine a really heavy, manly perfume coming right into your nose. It wasn't getting any easier for you, unfortunately. You were melting.

You tried hard to focus on the movie, but the ring tones were successfully preventing you from doing so.

You didn't want to come as being nosy, but somehow you couldn't help yourself so you raised your head from a comfy pillow, so you could have a full view of his phone's screen. He was checking his instagram account as you did earlier, nevertheless it wasn't what made you disturbed.

The texts were one by one showing on his notification bar with a loud sound, so Jungkook turned the silent mode on his phone. You saw him frowning his eyebrows and playing with his lip ring at the same time, which got you to make an ultimate move. You pulled yourself up a little bit so you could follow his actions, he opened the conversation. You knew it was wrong of you to look at his private texts, but he didn't move or change his place so you took it as an allowance to give it a look. Just one, you promised, but you could tell it may not have been the last.

min_bora: hi jungkook! min_bora: it was great to see you at vixen's typing...

It wasn't confusing at all. It was just a normal text, however still a hard thing to swallow, again. It was from a girl, overall, so it made you reckon if he was really with his friends like he had said? Like Jimin or Taehyung. Or Namjoon. It wasn't your business, but still you weren't exactly the most happy person in the world if he really lied to you.

min_bora: you looked so handsome without your tshirt ;) not my words but harin's haha

You almost groaned seeing the last text. What was that? A pub or a social club with stripping? Or even worse - harem, which was an obvious overstatement. You just hoped it wasn't it and he would deny it. Fun thing, it shouldn't have concerned you but it did. Maybe if it happened to be the truth, you would finally get rid of your stupid feelings. Perhaps, it was the key to let it go...

"Did you just look at my fucking texts?" he smirked leaning his head back so he had the picture of your face upside down.

Jungkook saw your empty expression as you had got lost in your thought few seconds earlier. You opened your lips wanting to say something, but you were too cogitative to reply right away.

"No, of course not" you shook your head lowering your gaze, but it seemed like you had a large writing "a liar" on your forehead.

Of course, he didn't believe you as he felt your gaze on his back when he was about to text back so he took a pillow and threw it at your face, while you blushed immediately all over your cheeks. This thing was something he didn't notice to your liking.

"Instead of making fun of me, you could help your friend" he pretended to whine while looking at the messages.

Friend? So maybe you were already on another level, which made you instantly worried about getting friendzoned, but it felt like it already was the thing in your situation.

You weren’t making fun of Jungkook, it was far from it. Curiosity just won over your honour and your morals.

"Difficult task" you held your chin with your one hand, bitting your lips and reckoning if you should say it "I don't know what to do with a text that says you look handsome without your t-shirt".

"Any advice?" he rolled his eyes watching "min_bora" sending him some silly emojis, which didn't get slipped by you.

"Don't take your t-shirt off next time?"

"Oh, you don't say" he hissed "She spilled her drink on me by accident. I had to change".

"You bring your clothes with you?"

"Yeah, gym clothes" he said brushed his hair back "They were in Namjoon's car, I forgot them two days earlier".

"Oh".

jeon_jk: hi bora jeon_jk: to the next one :)

You weren't expecting this kind of text got typed to this girl, but he was a free man. He could do anything he wanted, not like you had something to say in this matter, but this one coming...

min_bora: i was wondering... min_bora: do you have tattoos only on your arm or maybe somewhere lower... ;)

"Are you kidding me?" you mumbled quietly so he couldn't made out what you had said and you covered your face with your hand completely uncomfortable.

And envious at the same time, knowing you wouldn't get the courage to simply ask him for a coffee, yet these girls had all of it. Even the view.

You thought that maybe he would react in some way. Like getting embarrassed that you saw it or something, but no. He was unfazed, like nothing too extraordinary happened. Maybe he got used to it, to attention and it didn't surprise him. He just sighed and closed the conversation down leaving Bora on a read.

Jungkook leaned even more so his head was laying on the sofa and his long hair were within reach of your hand. His eyes were closed and his breathing was calm and steady as if he was ready to take a nap or just thinking heavily.

"Are you okay?" you asked with a tranquil voice not to disturb his peace.

"Yeah" he replied with his eyes closed, but this time the tone he used managed to put you off "Let's just finish this movie".

It was a clear signal something happen or it was just his casual attitude towards random things, like everything was the enemy to him and his job was to brace himself. You never talked about your problems, not even complaining about something more private than your day or how bad the lunch tasted. Everything was kept to yourselves and you didn’t have the nerve to ask him what was the reason behind his changing moods. Maybe he was like that. His nature could be edgy, even by looking at his image anybody could say that. You didn’t dwell on the subject assuming he would prefer it to be talked with his closest friends rather than a roommate.

So you just stuffed your mouth with popcorn contemplating what could be wrong with him until you saw closing credits at the end of the movie.

When it finished, he stood from the floor and helped you with cleaning the mess, but soon he went to his room, got changed. Of course, he didn’t stay that night in a flat which made you sad for a known reason, but who you were to stop him.

Honestly, having this type of a crush was quite a burden if you were the one to speak up. Constantly feeling the strain was exhausting, sometimes you couldn’t sleep and think straight in situations which he was involved in. It wasn’t normal and you wished you could do something with it, because it was getting you nowhere. Maybe if you made the decision but… You didn’t want to ask him out and at the same time you didn’t want to let it go. It was a total rollercoaster of mixed feelings that day by day made you run out of energy.

The rest of the evening was calm as usual and you spent it on your phone waiting for a new story from Jungkook which sometimes he posted on his Instagram, but it didn’t happen. You thought about checking Jimin’s account, but you gave yourself a break.

You took a towel and your pyjamas so you could get a shower and you were on your way to the bathroom when you got a new notification, which you checked right away. In your message box was a text that was totally unexpected.

hyunn_wonn: hi there, love

You looked at it confused bringing your knees close to your chest after you had returned to your bed.

And then not the best idea came to your mind.

#jungkook x reader #bts x reader #jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you #bts x you #jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic #bts jungkook #jungkook imagine #bts imagines

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theaceofonepiece · 7 months

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Could I have a draken and baji with a unhinged reader

The letters E M F

I actually liked writing for this one. Kinda gives me warm fuzzies! Okay let's get into it!

Equal: In public, at first glance, or even to the founders, you are in charge. However, it's those rare moments when he shows you that you have only as much power as he gives you. Your personality is not an excuse, so he says. He can and will put you in your place, whether or not you're around people. He is NOT above embarrassing you whenever you act like a child. Most of the time, he finds your embarrassment kind of funny, however he has a system in place so you know not to try him. A tap to his ear is a warning, two taps to the nose is the last chance before he's beckoning you to his side.

Fight: It's rare that you actually fight. While you snap at each other occasionally, Draken will let you do this. Most of the time, he's shutting you down to the point you either walk away or he just reminds you of how dumb whatever you're planning is. However, on the rare chance you don't back down, Draken will simply stop talking. He will ignore what you say until it gets out of control until he speaks. Then he'll state his side of the argument. He will outright ignore you until you apologize. Nothing but silent treatment and everyone wondering how you messed up. He’s 50/50 would or would not forgive you. Insult his upbringing and he will not forget that you did it until you apologize to the girls first. This situation will make things awkward for a long while.

Marriage: Draken wants to get married but doesn’t know how to approach the general subject. He’s scared about not being a good enough husband, especially since his own mother left him. However when he relaxes around you, he thinks he’s okay with it. The proposal was actually not a complete proposal. It was him being so annoyed and beyond done with you. You were being…well…you and you managed to make him so unbearably annoyed that he accidentally sighed outloud. “I can’t believe I wanna marry someone like you.” You were teasing him uncontrollably after that. Marriage with him your dream and his nightmare. Even though you mellowed out with age, he’s constantly dealing with your unfiltered mouth. He actually has debated on duck tapping your mouth or sewing it shut permanently. But on your end, most of things have yet to change. He still holds you back, still had to be your rock, it’s just that now he actively praises you for restraining yourself. Your marriage is like a road trip where the Wi-Fi and satellite keeps glitching out. A good drive that periodically pisses you off but you enjoy each others company way more than you think.

Equal: You’re two unhinged braincells. Actually, none of you are in charge of the relationship. Literally, you cancel each other out too much for either of you to do much to be dominant. When Baji snaps at you, you clap back. Can and will go on for hours. Chifuyu tries but can’t so Kazutora is the dominant one. They both intervene on you two before you and Baji decide it’s ass kicking time.

Fight: Fights are so common that they’re rare. When they do happen, you’re both pouting until Baji suggests taking out your anger on someone thing better. It’s while you both are causing absolutely chaos, that he says that you were out of line or that he was. Before you can object, he’s smiling like an idiot and saying you both have some growing up to do. When it comes to forgiving, he usually doesn’t have to. Baji doesn’t hold a grudge until you insult Toman, Chifuyu, Kazutora, or his mom. At the last one, you’re not allowed in his life anymore.

Marriage: Literally never thought about until the day you suggest lighting something on fire. When you start REALLY acting out and being crazy with him, he feels as though he can spend forever with you just because you’re the definition of fun. The proposal was so stupid and crazy that no one can predict it. He’ll light a yard on fire that spells out the words, then the house will catch fire so he has to run you out of the house so you don’t die. All the while, he’s panicking about losing you but you’re just laughing and wanting to know what’s going on. Once outside, Toman would all laugh but then expose what he was trying to do so you just bust out laughing and kiss the overly embarrassed Baji and accept the proposal. You scold him for the first time ever as you wish to start your life now. Married life is like dating life but somehow, worse. Chifuyu is growing gray hairs and Kazutora is having war flashbacks. As you grow with each other, you become to brains of the relationship as Baji learns more and more how to be a house husband. On the emotional side, Baji grows much more softer and when you have an anniversary, it becomes your chaotic night adventures.

#baji x reader #tokyo rev fluff #baji x you #tokyo revengers x reader #baji keisuke #baji keisuke x reader #baji headcanons #tokyo revengers #draken fluff #draken x reader #ken ryuuguji x reader #draken x you

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blurby-in-the-wild · 2 years

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Guess what!!!! Repair bot y/n au babyyyy

The person who thought up this wonderful au is @bones-of-a-rabbit and I am forever grateful for the brainworms lol

I’m gonna try to post this on ao3, if I can figure out a name, and I’ll post the link here!

It was a mistake in the code, a horrid miscalculation, an error.

It had to be. Otherwise it wouldn’t have hurt so much.

… Actually, the Glamrocks had the innate ability to… Feel, so maybe you had simply learned it, though that still shouldn’t have been possible. You weren’t made to learn, you weren’t made to feel things- especially not fear- you were a simple repair bot. Just unique enough to be able to do your job. Simple enough to be ignored.

It started randomly. No grand event or anything, simply sitting in your company-issued break room (It was barely a room, more a charging closet if anything) after hours and getting the sensation of loneliness for the first time. An awkward, confusing jumble of wires and code that made you feel empty. You couldn’t make sense of it.

After that, you had gone to wander the Plex. Hoping maybe that would help untangle the tiny bundle of emotions code. (It’s just code, It’s just code, It’s just code, You had repeated to yourself like a mantra) You somehow ended up wandering to the daycare. The lights weren’t out yet, and you looked in. The attendant was tall enough to tower over you, dressed as a jester, cleaning as furiously as the S.T.A.F.F. Bots you had tried to communicate with before arriving there -All you had gotten back was something akin to apathy- And apparently you stared too long, because it turned its head up to you and started to wave madly, its rays spinning fast enough to be a blur.

You had been too surprised- where had that sensation come from?- to do anything back, and it went back to cleaning. And then you ran off, a burning in your chest so hot you felt you’d melt, all the way back to your room closet, slamming the door closed and pressing your metallic back against the wall.

Well. That was new.

The burning slowly undid itself, and after running a diagnostic, you concluded you had no fucking clue what just happened.

…

After that, you started to feel more. You felt annoyed when you had to fix something three times in one day. You felt pride when something you fixed worked as intended. You felt lonely all the time. The regular S.T.A.F.F Bot network was more of a hivemind, and you only tried to enter it once and nearly lost your new-found sentience trying, and you were unable to bring yourself to try and enter the Glamrock network. That twisting, burning sensation in your wires wouldn’t let you (Embarrassment, as you'd later learn) No one to talk to, not that you could really talk, not having a mouth and all. So you thought about things. Mostly making poking fun at others in your head. You managed to get the Plex Wi-Fi password (It was “Vanny”, for some reason) and learned what memes were, something none of the other animatronics had managed to do, by the way. It definitely made it harder to work, especially when the kids around you started referencing among us.

And you continued to visit the daycare attendant (you learned his name, Sun, after a very long game of charades), learning more about him through the glass. You couldn’t really talk with him, but he kept the conversation going well enough, being built to talk to children who may not want or be able to speak. He seemed very insistent about keeping the lights on while you were there, though you had no clue why. You didn’t question it, however, and continued to listen to another of his rambles. Listening to him was the highlight of your day, breaking the monotony of fixing the same issues over and over. Though, watching him flit about while talking to you always elicited an unwanted feeling, warmth spreading through your endo like insects buzzing about your mechanical gut. It felt like a dialled down version of that burning sensation you had felt before.

Then there was a storm.

It knocked out the power. While you were there.

And for the first time in your existence, you felt fear. A tugging in the very copper of your wiring, an insistence that you run, run as fast as you can, go-

The first time you were unprepared. He got you. Badly. You had to be repaired by one of the Glamrocks handlers, though they did a shoddy job. You can see the difference in the metal patch-work of your face. They kept you powered on while they performed what was essentially surgery. It hurt more than the ripping and tearing of metal and endoskeleton.

You didn’t go back to the daycare.

That didn’t stop him though. He kept hunting you, even after that night. You learned how to avoid him, and some nights he didn’t even hunt you. Those were the best nights, able to relax in your glorified broom closet (you stayed there more out of fear than anything, unsure of if he was simply starting late)

One night, however, you made the mistake of fighting back.

He had you cornered, somewhere in the arcade you remember, and was slowly crawling towards you. You’d suddenly felt as if bubbling molten metal had risen up through your endoskeleton, and when he was mere inches away, you swung.

The first thing you felt was shock. Then triumph.

Then fear.

You were still cornered, and you had just pissed him off.

…

You lost your arm that night.

You didn’t let the other mechanics see it, however, and fixed it yourself. Now it too was mismatched against the rest of the silicone and metal that covered your endoskeleton. The handlers didn’t question it, thankfully, and assumed one of the others had done it.

The chases continued, but now they felt personal. He finally saw you as more than the regular S.T.A.F.F. Bots. He had finally actually seen you, instead of blankly hunting. Now he took joy in hunting you, he had turned it into a game.

The Moon had finally risen. And it was time for the real horror to begin.

You trembled in your break room closet as you heard him clawing at the door. He could easily knock it down, he just wanted to torment you. What a prick. Then it paused.

“Little mechanic~ Open the door… hehehe…”

You shook even worse, now. He hadn’t actually spoken to you before.

His voice was low and gravelly, taunting. He knew you knew he could just break down the door. The electric lock did nothing, he had more than enough clearance to open it.

How odd. After last night, you were sure he would’ve taken every opportunity to tear you apart, but now he’s just…

“Knock, knoooock…”

Tormenting you.

“Guess who… hehehe~”

Him staying silent was better than this, you think.

“Oh, wait… you c a n’t…”

For a moment, you wonder how Sun feels about this. You wonder if he feels bad, or if he simply feels nothing at all about you (That couldn’t be true… Could it? After all, you were a simple repair bot.)

‘Is he still there? He hasn’t said anything…’ You glanced at the bottom of the door.

‘Ah. There he is.’ One of his deep black eyes, staring at you almost curiously, bore right through you from the crack under the door. You stared back. He studied you for a moment, and his deep purple pupil seemed to fixate on the mismatched side of your face. His faceplate twitched to one side. You tilted your head in response. And just like that he was gone.

‘What. The. Fuck.’

After… Whatever that was, it was more him trying to corner you than anything. If he caught you, which didn’t happen often anymore, he would still hurt you, but never anything big enough to warrant another trip to Parts and Services.

You didn’t know what to make of it. Maybe he realized that if he actually broke you to the point of decommissioning, he would no longer be able to play the game he’d made the chases into.

At least he didn't want to actively murder you anymore. Maybe.

Hopefully. Probably not.

(Starshine?)

(Did I…?)

#i may have a problem #I’m sorry it’s just the implications #they got to me #I’ve already started chapter two #;)#repair bot y/n au #sun fnaf #sundrop #moon fnaf #moondrop #sun x y/n #sun x reader #hehehehehe >:)

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letsberealgenz · 1 month

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slow mornings

Probably you’re already judging this story through the title and the first thought that came across your mind is this:

“Oh I can’t have slow mornings. You do not know how busy my life is. This is so unideal for me. How can I even have slow mornings?”

If you’re one of them, I want you to stop whatever you’re doing and read this with an open mindedness. Sometimes you got to recognize new opportunities knocking on your door even when it feels so foreign because you never know it could be that life-changing opportunity that you’ve been waiting for.

As someone whom was starting up in life, I had a crazy busy schedule as soon as I got off from bed. This idea of time passing by fast and I have limited time for the day really got control over my life till the day I hit a wall.

I realized that the busier I got, the more things piled up and that’s okay. But the things that were piling up were so unnecessarily repetitive, in fact it was ruining my productivity level. Just because I was busy chasing time.

“How foolish a man can be thinking he can get ahead of time but little did he know it’s time that always catches up.”

As soon as I realized this, I took a different approach. Instead of panicking and getting crazy all over the place. I looked at the most important time of the day which was generally the mornings. It didn’t took me long enough to realize that the way you begin your morning holds such an integral ripple effect that triggers every movement of yours throughout the day.

Stack those days up, it turns into weeks. Stack those weeks up, it turns into months. Stack those months up, it turns into years. Stack those years up and that’s your life eventually. BOOM! That’s why we often hear this:

“It’s those little things that makes the most difference in life.”

I knew it’s not the “surface-level” problem that was causing me the distress but it’s the “root-level” that I need to tackle on. Turns out to be it is the #1 problem most people are having in todays world.

scrolling through your notifications as soon as you switch on your wi-fi first thing first in the morning

This was the “root-level” problem that was causing anxiety or even crippling fear which triggers your emotion to start rushing for the day.

rushing while preparing yourself

rushing while having breakfast

rushing while commuting to work

And you know how this goes, all through the end till you get on your bed. Now, we are going to change the narrative. How does a slow morning looks like?

waking up way earlier than usual

taking your time to brew your coffee

read while looking at the nature

moving your body

meditating and having that solitude time

The only difference is instead of you waking up at the very eleventh hour and rushing to work. Now, you can spend some quality time with yourself boosting your vitality and setting the right tone for the day before things gets messy.

The most astonishing part for me was when I started experiencing some major changes in my day to day. The way I carry myself. The way I feel. The way I speak. The way I handle situations that piles up for the day. The way I started managing various high-pressure tasks.

All I can say is, the changes were super positive. In fact, I felt like I was living a new character. The only character I would want to live forever in life now. Slow morning is the answer my friend.

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asadpuppetshow · 1 year

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Lyrics under cut!

[ADAM]

Look at this crib

In all of its glorious antiquary

Every curve and surface speaks to me

Saying pamper and spoil me

Sand me and oil me

Come on

Though it's expensive and it's tiring

What's more inspiring than re-wiring?

Just connect the AC to the DC, easy peasy

And done!

Folks say, "Adam...

Why are you fixing a crib

When you don't have a kid?

And even if you did have a kid

This crib is too precious for placing a baby inside it

So it simply exists to remind you

Your sense of perfection is just a reflection

That you are not mentally prepared

To make room for a kid, Adam

Why don't you live, Adam?

Just make a start"

Are you willing to take the next step?

Ready, set—

(electric fail sounds)

[BEETLEJUICE, spoken]

Uh-oh.

[BARBARA, spoken]

Fusebox again?

[ADAM, spoken]

Yeah, needs a new breaker

That's why I'm running all these crazy extension cords

Who was on the phone?

[BARBARA, spoken]

The O'Brian's!

[ADAM, spoken]

Oh!

[BARBARA, spoken]

They had the baby!

[ADAM, spoken]

Oh!

[BARBARA, spoken]

Yesterday...

[ADAM, spoken]

Oh..Great!

Well then, I guess there's no rush!

Can I make you some lunch, madame?

[BARBARA, spoken]

Oh! Make me a sandwich?

[ADAM, spoken]

One sandwich, coming up!

[BEETLEJUICE, spoken]

Spoiler alert, she is never gonna eat that sandwich.

[BARBARA, spoken]

Look at these jugs!

(sung)

Amazingly glazed and terracotta-ery

I took some clay and made you pottery

The world will never wreck you

I'll protect you in a mother's embrace

Folks say, "Barbara...

Why can't you see that ceramics

Is simply a manifestation of motherly panic

By making a baby that's breakable

Aren't you creating a way of translating the terror

Of making maternal mistakes into clay

Hiding away

So you don't have to face being a bad mom, Barbara

jesus-

That's what you've done, Barbara

Just make a start"

Are you willing to take the next step?

Ready, set—

[BOTH]

Here we stand

At the end of a 10-year plan

A house

A yard

A minivan

A baby should be next

Together let's leap off the cliff

Fall forever, then smash to bits

Trapped in a terrifying viper pit

Of diapers and regret

Are we willing to take the next step?

[ADAM]

Ready, set—

[BARBARA]

Ready, set—

[ADAM]

Not yet

[BARBARA]

Not yet

[ADAM]

Why rush?

[BARBARA]

Why rush?

[BOTH]

Soon enough, our hopes and our dreams will be crushed

[BARBARA]

But not yet!

[ADAM]

Not yet!

[BARBARA]

Not now

[ADAM]

Not now

[Electric sounds.]

[ADAM, spoken]

Ooohh?

[Electric sounds.]

[ADAM, spoken]

No!

[Electric sounds again.]

[ADAM, spoken]

See? We can't start a family in a house with faulty fuses!

[BARBARA]

You are absolutely right

Let's add it to the list

With the cracks in the plaster

[ADAM]

The wi-fi should be faster

[BARBARA]

This sofa needs a castor

[ADAM]

The wiring's a disaster!

[BARBARA]

What about global poverty?

[ADAM]

What about world peace?

[BARBARA]

Then there's the whole darn economy

[ADAM]

The whole Middle East

[BARBARA]

We should learn Mandarin

[ADAM]

Yeah!

Or Spanish at least

[BOTH]

No habla español

Dos cervezas, por favor

And that's all we got

And that's not a lot

Do we want a bilingual household or not?

So let's move forward

We're gonna turn up the juice

[ADAM, spoken]

We got a crib!

[BARBARA, spoken]

Let's have a kid!

[BOTH]

And put him to use

[BARBARA]

Yeah we're totally

[ADAM]

Completely

[BARBARA]

Out of every excuse

[ADAM]

And we're ready to take

[BOTH (BEETLEJUICE)]

Ready to take

The next step (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah Yeah!)

The next step (Zooby dooby dooby, dooby dop dop bow!)

The next step (Zweeby, beeby, boo-bah-bah-dee!)

The next step

Ready, set let's—

#Beetlejuice The Musical #Beetlejuice Tour #Beetlejuice Musical #Britney Coleman #Will Burton #Justin Collette #Ready Set Not Yet #Tour

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purplefangirl42 · 7 months

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Clonetober- Day 6

Prompt: “I admit it. You were right.”/huddling for warmth/de-aged AU

Prompt list by @ladysongmaster Divider by djarrex

Chip sat at his desk, caf in one hand and datapad in the other, scrolling through the seemingly endless health reports. Each trooper had been scanned when they returned from their previous mission and their files added to his system, the computer indicating if there were concerns that would need his attention. Chip had never felt more grateful for technology, knowing that it would take forever to check each trooper manually.

As he scanned the list, he noticed a few notifications on various troopers. The computer didn’t seem to know what was wrong, only that something was unusual during their scan. He would have to call them in and do a full assessment to figure out what had been picked up. Just to be sure it wasn’t anything serious.

One of the troopers marked was Captain Sparx, which concerned him. Chip had seen his brother since he returned from the mission and hadn’t noticed anything unusual about him, which meant that the thing picked up by the scan could either be delayed, hidden, or nothing. None of those options brought him any comfort. Another factor to consider was that Sparx had been with Keebo during the entire mission, so if he had been infected with something, she could have also been exposed.

Chip let out a tired sigh and placed his cup down on his desk, reaching for his comm. He called Sparx first, but got no answer. His brow furrowed in frustration, as he knew it was likely that Sparx had gone to his quarters and passed out as soon as he returned to the Monitor. Chip next tried calling Keebo, and once again got no answer.

That’s not good. She always answers.

Just as he was about to call Blaze to see if he had heard from either of them, his comm beeped to indicate he had an incoming transmission. Pressing the button to answer it, he was startled by the sound that came from the other end.

“CHIP, I NEED YOUR HELP RIGHT NOW!” came a panicked voice from the device in his hand.

Chip could hear what sounded like wailing in the background. Loud, continuous wailing.

“Blaze? What’s going on? Where are you?”

“MESS HALL. COME NOW!”

Chip bolted out of his chair and ran from the infirmary as fast as he could. Troopers dodged out of his way as he ran down the hall in the direction of the mess, one or two nearly getting run over when they didn’t move fast enough. As soon as the door slid open, Chip stumbled in, coming to a halting stop.

Blaze stood in the middle of the mess hall, surrounded by toddlers. Naked toddlers. Beside him stood a Twi’lek child wearing what looked like the top half of a pair of blacks with something tied around her waist. Something that looked suspiciously like Blaze’s kama.

“What the kriff…” Chip muttered as he stepped over a few toddlers crawling near his feet.

As he approached Blaze, the Commander held up one of the toddlers. One with a stripe of wild blond curls running down the middle of his head and a purple tattoo on his chest that matched the one Chip had on his own chest.

Dank farrik.

“What happened?!” he asked, taking the toddler-fied Sparx from Blaze’s hold.

“I don’t know!” Blaze cried. “One moment they were all normal. The next, they were all like this.”

“The plant,” the young Twi’lek beside Blaze said, her Rylothian accent altering her speech. “There was a field of strange flowers we walked through.”

It took Chip a minute to register the fact that the Twi’lek child was Keebo, but it quickly made sense to him. Everyone must have aged backwards according to their chronological age, which by the look of things was about ten years in reverse. He was looking at nine year old Keebo.

“The scan,” he said more to himself than anyone else. “The strange reading it picked up. It must be what caused this.”

Chip handed Sparx back to Blaze and started moving back towards the door. He waved Keebo towards him, indicating for her to follow him. She followed after him without question, keeping a firm hold on the kama tied around her waist to keep it from slipping.

“Blaze, keep them all here and make sure they don’t hurt themselves.”

“How am I supposed to do that?” Blaze asked in a panicked tone.

“I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

Chip led Keebo out of the mess hall in the direction of the bridge. When they arrived, they found Lena and Admiral Yung standing near the holotable, conversing with some members of the Jedi council. He buried across the bridge to come up behind them.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but we have a bit of a situation.”

Lena, Admiral Yung, and both Jedi in the hologram turned to look at him and he saw four pairs of eyes go wide. Lena knelt down beside the younger version of her padawan, her mouth hanging open in shock.

“Jun sama, qato su nu eyan?” she asked in Ryl.

Keebo looked as if she was holding back tears, her purple-blue eyes watering at the question. Chip imagined she was terrified by this situation. The clones had turned young enough that they wouldn’t be able to recognize what was going on, but Keebo was still an age that could understand something was very wrong.

“Olma'nabsilai, help ma,” she whimpered before surging forward into Lena’s arms.

“What’s going on?” Master Windu asked from the holotable. “Who is this child?”

Chip saw Master Kenobi furrow his brow in confusion as he looked at Keebo. It seemed that, like Lena, he had been transported back in time.

“Keebo?” Kenobi asked. “How is she a child again?”

“She’s not the only one,” Chip said. “The mess hall is full of troopers that have been turned into toddlers. Blaze is watching over them as we speak.”

“How did this happen?” Windu asked.

“Keebo said they walked through a field of strange flowers. I was hoping to speak with Anaj Rotz to see if she knows anything about this plant and if the side effects are reversible.”

“I will have her contact you immediately,” Kenobi said before disappearing from the hologram.

“Keep us apprised of the situation,” Windu said before disappearing as well.

Chip turned to look at Lena and Keebo, who were conversing softly in Ryl. Lena’s gaze drifted up to him, worry evident in her expression.

“I’ll get some troops to come help round up the toddlers in the mess hall,” Admiral Yung said. “We will want to make sure there aren’t any in other places on the ship as well.”

Chip gestured to the door of the bridge as he spoke to Lena.

“Should we go to the infirmary and wait for Anaj to contact us? I’ll need Keebo to describe the flower to her so she knows what we’re looking for.”

Lena nodded and scooped the young girl up into her arms, letting her remain in the comfort of her embrace rather than break it. In the time he had known Lena, Chip had never seen her look so worried. He imagined that seeing Keebo as she was when she was younger was bringing back memories for Lena, and he supposed that the need to protect one that was like your child never went away no matter how old they got.

They made their way to the infirmary as fast as they could, discussing possible solutions to the problem they were currently dealing with. When they reached the infirmary, Lena set Keebo down on one of the beds, finally breaking their contact. She followed Chip over to the larger screen along the wall of the room, whispering to him when she reached his side.

“How many were affected by this?”

Chip pulled up the list of troopers flagged by the scanner and counted them. He was once again glad to have this system in place. With this list they would be able to have an exact count of how many were in need of treatment, so they would be able to make sure they got everyone.

“Fifteen, plus Keebo,” he said. “Including Sparx. He’s in the mess with Blaze. Saw him with my own eyes.”

Lena sighed and rubbed her eyes tiredly. Chip gave her what he hoped was an encouraging look.

“Out of all of us, you’re probably the most knowledgeable on how to deal with fifteen toddlers.”

He saw Lena’s eyes widen in horror as she realized he was right and the responsibility of what she would have to deal with hit her.

“We need to get something to use as diapers,” she said. “And fast.”

Chip felt a laugh burst out of his chest at her comment.

“That’s a lot of diapers,” he said. “We better hope Anaj has a solution that works quickly.”

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this! Please reblog, like, and comment!

Ryl Translation:

Jun sama, qato su nu eyan? - My daughter, why are you young?

Olma'nabsilai, help ma - Master, help me

#clonetober2023 #star wars #star wars: the clone wars #star wars fanfiction #original characters #the clone wars #clone trooper oc #clone troopers

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chaoticgeminate · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022 - Day Three

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit (If that was not entirely clear)

Series Summary: You’re a fanfiction writer turned novelist, which was great since it was the path you wanted your writing to take you down in life. What you never thought would happen was meeting the Javier Gutierrez, who you actively write smutty fanfiction about from his film with Nic Cage, and you especially didn’t expect him to have a crush on you.

Fast forward several months of dating, with a good chunk of your relationship being distance due to his constant traveling and having to go home to Mallorca, when he surprises you with a prompt list and a vacation planned around exploring it.

You haven’t even worked up the nerve to tell him about what you write and post to Tumblr about him as a character yet.

Notes: Going to be using prompts from @ the-purity-pen for my meta as hell indulgence! There are feelings in this (I have no idea how they got there) and I may end up removing some possible chapters here and there depending on how I’m feeling, I apologize in advance if that happens because my brain is super mean sometimes.

Possible Warnings: Semi-public teasing, Javi with leather gloves, emotional vulnerability, very low on the smut and heavy on the softness

Glove Kink (2.5k)

“Most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?”

“Forget to change my Wi-Fi password before Nic Cage arrived, and you?”

Waking up was slow now that you had no obligations to go anywhere or do anything, you could lounge in bed with Javi for as long as you wanted, so the pair of you had agreed to pass the time doing one of those dumb “questions new partners should ask one another” things you’d seen rotating on your Tumblr feed.

“Writing a smut scene in public.” Even now the horrified look on the old woman’s face that had been sitting beside you at the coffee shop was just as clear in your mind as the day it happened, she had invaded your privacy by leaning over to read what you were writing while you’d gone to get your order from the pick-up counter, it was both funny and mortifying.

Javi was holding one of your hands in his, the one under your head, while his free hand traced swirling patterns on your hip. He was only wearing briefs, just like you were only wearing underwear, and he’d mentioned wanting to take you on a drive today whenever it was the pair of you decided to get up.

Your eyes drifted to the printed prompt list on your bedside table with two crossed out spaces, trying not to laugh since it was still a hard thing to believe. You really did feel like you’d walked right into one of your own fanfictions, especially with this lavish vacation, and while it was fun to experience it there was a small part of you that worried he’d find something about you he didn’t like.

That maybe something you were into was too much for him, or something he liked would squick you out, and it was scary because of how much you adored this man.

“None of your books have adult content in them, Solecita, I’ve read them all.”

“Yet, Javi, none have adult content yet. When you came over to invite me for our month long sexcation I was working on an adult scene.”

He hummed behind you and kissed the back of your shoulder, looking over the list printed on your phone screen.

“A day you will never forget?” That was a question you mulled over, for a moment, since there were many. So many that related to just your history in writing alone. The day you were able to quit working to become a writer full time? The day you posted the last chapter on your -to this day- longest and most popular fanfiction? When you first announced you were planning to pursue professional writing on Tumblr and all your mutuals had rallied behind you? Your first review ever?

But there were others, personal ones too, like the day you met your Tumblr wife for the first time. Maybe the day you and Javi even met, that writing workshop forever seared into your memory, or even the day you got your own place at long last? It was a big ask to single one day out of so many but you did have one that you could put above the others.

“The first time I saw you on a talk show interview, how you were so earnest and timid and sweet despite the life you’d known growing up, I remember being so heartbroken for you that your own cousin would be so cruel but so proud that you worked with the Spanish and US military to end everything.” His hand stilled but Javi ran his nose along the curve of your shoulder and smiled into your skin, you didn’t need to see him to know he was flushed and his eyes would be misty. You captured his hand on your hip and pulled him around you, the hug firm and you knew that was what he needed most.

Affirmation that he was in fact a good man.

“Yours?”

“The day I first saw you, it was a book signing at your local book store. I was in town for a meeting and looking for a book on English grammar, this was before I even met Nic Cage, and seeing you was magic. So lively, so free, just talking and greeting everyone who came up to your table so kindly and talking with them about your books. I was too late to join the line but that was when I bought my copies, with a promise made that I would bring them to another book signing. Naturally that was when everything became so busy.” It explained so much about how worn, but well loved, his copies were; how the fates had shoved you together before the two of you knew it.

When the fuck did your life become every fanfic trope?

Not that you were complaining, far from it.

“That was my only book signing so far, it was really overwhelming so I needed to make sure I could handle more and I just haven’t… worked up the nerve. I keep panicking because what happens if I wake up on the day of the signing but my anxiety causes all executive functions to halt? What if it turns out to be a day where I’m hyperaware of everything I see as a flaw in myself, or I’m having a sensory overload issue that day? It’s just hard.” Admitting that out loud made you feel silly, this was a man who met with some of the most influential people in film and business and you were struggling with meeting a small number of fans.

Javi hugged you even tighter.

“It is very hard and that is okay, you don’t have to do book signings at all if you decide not to, it is not a bad thing or disservice to people who enjoy your work to put your mental and emotional health above things like public appearances and meet ups.” His reassurances made you smile and the pair of you laid there in a comfortable silence for a little bit after that, just relaxing at having each other here.

But eventually you did have to get up.

“What are those?” Your voice hitched in volume and pitch unintentionally at the sight of Javi in the driver’s seat of his convertible, what had captured your focus was the brown leather gloves he was wearing with his tweed slacks and white button down; he’d told you to dress semi-formally so you’d put on one of the dresses that you’d brought along -which the staff had taken to get rid of any wrinkles- since you knew it looked good on you.

Javi’s eyes were bright with mirth and desire and he looked you up and down, following your gaze to his hands, and a devious look took over his face as he grinned in a way that shot heat all the way to your core.

“Today? Just driving gloves. Tomorrow, however, these will be a beautiful necklace.” Heat slithered down your spine and your ragged intake of breath made Javi’s devilish expression darken further, if that was even possible, and he patted the seat beside him playfully. Your legs were shaky as you got into the car and the teasing made you bold, wanting to throw him off just as badly as he had you, so when he pulled out of the gated entrance you took his right hand and slipped it up your skirt gently.

You didn’t want to wrinkle the fabric, after all.

“To think I expected you to come out of this experience the most flustered. Instead, you’ve got me soaking my underwear on the way to wherever we’re going.” Javi’s eyes stayed on the road, mindful of the risk, but when the pair of you hit a stretch of empty road with no houses on either side his hand rose up to slip beneath the cotton lace and he groaned low and long at the slick feeling against two of his gloved fingertips.

The leather dampened the sensation for him, sure, but not for you. It was hard to stop yourself from making it obvious where Javi’s hand was but he pulled back and brought the moist leather to your mouth instead and since the road was still very empty you made sure it was a show that he was missing.

Javi grunted in warning when you teased your tongue around each digit before drawing it into your mouth, sucking slow and long, and he hooked your chin in his hand when you let go of his wrist. The force of the motion made you wetter than before, you were used to Javi being more service top than straight up big dick top energy.

“We’re eating brunch at the Ritz, Solecita, but after that I wonder how long it would take for you to ruin these gloves.” The promise made you tingle all the way down to your toes and part of you wondered if you could get away with making him hot and bothered over the course of your meal until his grip on your chin tightened, he’d glanced away from the road to look at you for only a moment and must’ve read the look on your face.

“I need you to behave during brunch, por favor, we will not be dining alone. A business associate of mine, Ramón Velazquez, was on the island on a vacation with his wife and when he found out I flew down and had not reached out to him he took it as a slight. I apologize but I used you as an excuse as to why I had not done so, he now wishes to meet you.” All your playful energy melted away and was quickly replaced with immediate worry, it hadn’t even crossed your mind that while you were here he might take you somewhere where you’d run into people from his social circle.

Part of your worry had always been the way people might see the two of you; this gorgeous and funny and charming man beloved by all for his heroics and his film, and a not close to famous author who lived in a small apartment and was practically married to writing and lurking on Tumblr. You were a nobody compared to Javi and while you knew that was okay, you knew he’d picked you and the opinions of others didn’t matter, there was still always going to be that worry of presenting yourself as someone worthy of his affections.

“Solecita, I can practically hear you thinking negatively of yourself. Relax and please trust me? I would not put you in a situation where anyone would be rude or snide to you, I promise.”

“Is that why you haven’t invited me to Mallorca?”

Your voice was small and a little pathetic but you had to know; most of the pictures of the parties at his home were opulent and everyone was dripping with diamonds and jewels, wearing designer clothes and drinking the most expensive of drinks. Javi let go of your chin to take your hand instead, now that you were approaching where there were more homes and storefronts on either side of the road.

“I have not yet invited you to Mallorca because every time I take you anywhere that isn’t within your usual budget you seem miserable; my home is a showcase of the wealth of my family and I did not want to scare you away or make you feel as though I were flaunting the differences in our income.” His confession was just as soft as your insecure ask, the fact that he was so quick to recognize when you were feeling vulnerable was another reminder that he was nothing like anyone you’d been with in the past.

There was always some level of miscommunication, some wrong move that would lead to an inevitable fight, but not with him.

Which was both fucking terrifying and a big fucking relief.

Javi handed the keys to the valet after you arrived at the Ritz -his gloves removed and put into the glove box- and you followed him into the upscale building, half expecting your boyfriend to walk up to any of the suit-clad men, but instead he meandered to a portly man with tortoise shell wayfinders that were broken and held together with tape in the center and a beautiful woman wearing a dress you recognized from Torrid.

“Ramón, mi amigo, forgive me.”

The two men hugged each other tightly and you looked at Ramón’s wife as she smiled at you and took your hand when you offered it.

“Hello, I am Eleana, it is nice to meet you. I know you probably get this often but would it be possible to have you sign my copies of your books? I have them in our room back in the Sunshine Suites just on the next block.” It struck you then that Ramón and Eleana weren’t as wealthy as you believed, not that you had looked up the prices of resorts and hotels on the Cayman Islands before you got here.

That was a lie.

You had.

For research purposes, of course.

All you could do was nod and feel a little surprised that she even knew of you outside of your relationship with Javi.

“Absolutely, I appreciate that you read them.”

“My sister Nina was the one to tell me about your series, she and I love them, we bought the entire trilogy. Oh, she will be so jealous that my copies are signed and hers are not. We know you’re working on a new series and we’re so excited.” You felt warm in the face as Eleana gushed about your books, talking about your writing style and how everything flowed but in a way that felt natural, and she even mentioned areas where you’d thrown weak little patches over plot holes because you didn’t have a real fix without reworking nearly the entire series.

One of the only things that you struggled with about converting your work from fanfiction to an original work, really, was working in the constraints of what you’d already written.

You held up a hand to stop Eleana before tugging on Javi’s elbow gently, earning his attention and distracting him from his conversation.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, is there a bookstore nearby? Eleana asked me to sign her copies of my books and then mentioned her sister getting jealous, I’d like to send Nina signed copies.” Javi’s eyes twinkled as he placed a call to Cézar since the housekeeper was local, it was a quick conversation and you could feel the way Eleana’s eyes were definitely on you the entire time.

“Cézar will have the books delivered to the Sunshine Suites front desk by the time we finish brunch, I have enough room in the convertible for the two of you to ride with us since I suspect we will all be full up from the meal.” Ramón let out a hearty laugh and Eleana captured your hands with a bright smile, thanking you profusely.

Javi hugged you from behind and kissed your cheek as you finally introduced yourself to his friend, a set lighting specialist rather than an executive or actor or something, and the gentle reminder that Javi could -and did- have people outside the ‘wealth’ class as friends was beginning to set in at last.

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#kinktober 2022 #javi gutierrez x f!reader #javi g x f!reader #chaoticwrites

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itsclydebitches · 2 years

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Do you like modern Star Trek? I'll be honest, I hate it. I know a lot of people do as well. I like cool plot heavy epic science fiction show and films. Stuff like The Expanse. But Star Trek was such a different kind of sci fi from a era of TV long gone. Modern Star Trek should be done in the same vein as old Trek, but with better special effects. It's just bland sci fi now.

I feel very, VERY strongly that Star Trek needs to be episodic with a few season/series arcs to hold it all together (the borg, the changelings, we're trying to get back to the Delta Quadrant, etc.) It's Star Trek's episodic nature that allows for a) lots of different Sci-Fi ideas — look, new planet! New species! New tech! New problem! — b) a lot of different social commentary attached to those ideas, and c) the ability to try some truly insane, balls to the wall, unflinchingly creative ideas because — this is really important — you're only committing to it for 45 minutes. First Officer's brain is stolen? Ship's doctor falls in love with the alien ghost her grandmother was seeing? Helmsman turns into a lizard creature and successfully mates with the Captain? Star Trek has all that and more because no one is keeping that insanity around for more than an episode! (Maybe two if it's a series finale.) Star Trek as a franchise needs the ability to tell 20+ largely self-contained short stories under the assurance that the crew will (mostly) reset at episode's end because it's that freedom that allows it to stretch its creative wings, resulting in both, yes, truly terrible episodes... and truly great ones too. Things like The Trouble With Tribbles, Pale Moonlight, Measure of Man, and City on the Edge of Forever. With only Pale Moonlight as the exception there, the lion's share of great Star Trek episodes rely on the story's ability to reset: quietly sweep the tribbles away before the next episode, take a break from long-running plots to discuss Data's soul, get Kirk and Spock to the past and back with minimal fuss. You can't do that kind of work in long-form storytelling, not without a lot of filler episodes that, crucially, modern TV is moving away from on the whole. It's that format that makes it feel like Star Trek rather than, as you say, another #GenericSciFiShow. There's nothing wrong with Generic Sci-Fi Shows... but they're not Star Trek.

I haven't given Picard a go yet, but Discovery felt like a Generic Sci-Fi Show to me and I ultimately dropped it. Does it try to follow in old Trek's footsteps in regards to diverse casting? Yes. Does it pull from classic Trek plot points like Klingons, the Mirror Universe, and the like? Yes. Does it feel like Trek when 95% of the focus is on Burnham, the war, and the obligatory modern twists the show is setting up? Not at all. I need episodes devoted solely to the other 10+ named crew members and their equally weird lives. I need scathing political commentary boiled down to a not so subtle metaphor that leaves me feeling both gutted and hopeful. I need filler episodes where the crew has stupid shenanigans on the holodeck, or are trapped and spend their time debating the ethics of their situation, or just experience something so downright weird that it makes you go, "YEAH they're exploring SPACE. Anything could be out there!" Modern Star Trek (particularly the movies) are like, "What if we fought a singular Big Bad because they're ~evil~ with lots of explosions and fight scenes like every other blockbuster out there?" and I'm going, "NO Star Trek should have the best special effects currently available AS WELL AS the stupidest fight choreography you've ever seen in your LIFE, bracketed by philosophical discussion. Stop being a coward and actually explore strange new worlds! Emphasis on the 'strange'!"

So no, I don't really like modern Star Trek. I'm planning to give Picard a fair shot though and I have very high hopes for Strange New Worlds. As this post has made abundantly clear, I'm over here pulling a Jerry Maguire with, "You had me at 'episodic'😍"

#Star Trek #ST

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eievuimemes · 2 years

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THE BAD GUYS BOOKS SENTENCE STARTERS

“Actually, this probably isn’t great.”

“And what are you going to do? Are you going to BORE me to death with your next idiotic plan!?”

“And who might you be, ‘Mr./Ms. [name]?’”

“Are we nearly there?”

“Are you guys ok over there!?”

“Bad dreams, my child?”

“Didn’t one of them try to EAT you?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Don’t you just love him?”

“Don’t. Move.”

“Fire!? What’s going on!?”

“Forgive me. Allow me to introduce myself.”

“Get in the car.”

“Grab her!”

“He didn’t do any better than me.”

“He might be in trouble!”

“He needs no introduction…but I’ll give him one away.”

“Hey! Look over there. That looks just like…”

“He’s, like, REALLY bad news.”

“How busy can you be in a locked room?”

“How is there suddenly a force field coming out of you!?”

“I am so misunderstood.”

“I can think of a few things I’d like to say to you.”

“I do hope you enjoy the end of the world.”

“I hate that stupid name.”

“I kinda feel like my leadership is being undermined.”

“I really must be blowing your minds right about now.”

“I was ordering not-great, spicy vegetarian food.”

“If you can do THAT, this is the least I can do.”

“If you tell us the plan one more time, I’m going to bite you on the butt.”

“It’s good to have you back. [name].”

“It’s only a matter of time before the gang turns up here trying to rescue me.”

“It’s what you do that matters. And what you’ve all done is amazing.”

“It’s your job to distract the guys driving the bulldozers while we-”

“I’ll fly the rest of us back here.”

“I’m counting on it.”

“I’m irresistible, right, guys?”

“I’m not ashamed to say it.”

“I’m not sure how I feel about it.”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

“I’m terribly sorry, but we haven’t been formally introduced.”

“I’m the leader you need.”

“Just watch me.”

“Look, [name], don’t worry about me. I’m fine. But I do really have to go. Like, right now.”

“Look, I’m intrigued, but…”

“My patience has run out.”

“No more talk. Prove it.”

“Now that I have power, there’s NOTHING any of you can do to take it away from me!”

“Ow! I’m stuck!”

“Remember. You weren’t always as powerful as you are now.”

“She’s even got rocket boots!”

“She’s right where you want her!”

“Snap out of it!”

“Something tells me I’m getting the easy job.”

“Sometimes I wonder if this really is the job for me.”

“Sorry. Can’t help you.”

“Take care of [name] for me?”

“Tell me you’re filming this.”

“That doesn’t seem too easy to you?”

“That name? What idiot thought that up!?”

“That’s always been your nightmare, hasn’t it?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“There just aren’t as many wrongs to right these days.”

“They’re officially calling us the B-Team!”

“They’re on to us!”

“This doesn’t have to be your path!”

“This is our chance!”

“This is so beautiful! And so peaceful.”

“This is what heroes do.”

“Was that heavy metal guitar!?”

“We can take them on together!”

“We love you!”

“We owe him.”

“We’ll be with you ‘til the end.”

“We’ll try to make sense of it on the way.”

“We’re in exactly the right place.”

“We’ve got each other’s backs.”

“What a bunch of losers they turned out to be!”

“What about that one?”

“What did you just call me?”

“What is he doing!? And what are YOU doing!?”

“What’s the matter with you!?”

“Where’s your disguise?”

“Whisper. They’ll be everywhere.”

“Whoa! Take it easy, dude.”

“Why do you need this!?”

“Yeah I’m talking to you, Butt Brain.”

“You are kind of a genius.”

“You are mine. For now and forever.”

“You can only love him and help him where you can. The rest is up to him.”

“You don’t even have wi-fi!”

“You have NO idea how long we’ve wanted to do that!”

“You have one hour to decide.”

“You need to stop screaming and follow me.”

“You should go pro.”

“You started acting weird.”

“You will calm down.”

“You will help us snuff out our final enemy.”

“You will never defeat us!”

“You’d better let me go.”

#rp meme #sentence starters

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london is SUPER expensive 😭 you gotta book your train tickets in advance otherwise you could pay up to like £200 (230 dollars) but then you have to think of hotels and oh my god!! so expensive 😭😭 if i ever get to see one of my favourite groups, its definitely an experience i will treasure forever 🥰😭

if i did have to choose one member that makes me laugh, i would possibly choose hoshi or dino as well. i recently watched their shouting in silence game and hoshi just going "WINE PARTY" sends me 😅😅😅

i love a funny laugh, they could do the funniest thing but one member laughing just has me laughing even more 😭 i think dk and dino's laughs are the funniest to me 💓 i always try not to laugh when i'm watching them but i fail MISERABLY 😭😅

oh no wait, shout out no, i can't. i don't like that one >.< the song kinda reminds me of a horrific band i used to listen to in my emo days???? and i hate it. i can't remember the band's name, i just remember they were crap 😅😭😭

i got into iz*one this year even though they disbanded LAST YEAR and i feel so bad for being a late fan!!!! :((((

hoo boy, yeah i can imagine how expensive london is tbh :( like living itself should cost less so that ppl can afford to do things they enjoy (like travel & entertainment, or even just... buying a video game), but thats a different topic haha

i admittedly haven't seen that full vid but wasn't the word "wi-fi" and then joshua still got it in the end??? mr hong on a whole other level tbh since i think the clip i saw showed hoshi saying it to multiple ppl who repeated "wine party" lmao

god there is a video that like... literally breaks down all of their laughs and idc much for That part but theres so many clips of them just laughing n having fun w the others and im always a giggly mess by the end of it. wheres my emotional support friend group of 12 ppl who i can goof around with. pls.

god yeah... shoutout is genuinely the worst song shinee has ever put out imo. worst song off that album, too, which sucks bc "hello" and "lucifer" and "up&down" and "a-yo" and "ready or not"-- like!!! what went so wrong with shout out... but tbh i think everything After that album kinda just kept getting better? like theres songs im not a fan of, but none that i can say are outright Bad.

aw :( thats the only downside of getting into groups late imo. getting back into shinee last year (i was a fan around 2014-2015 for a bit then fell out of kpop completely) just made me like. genuinely miss never being able to see jonghyun in concert (like, in-person). i kinda have a list of like... things i'd go back in time to see live/in-person if i could, and i think one of the shinee concerts with ot5 is pretty damn high on that list (also on that list are a couple musicals that i'd love to see the obc of).

i actually dont know anything about iz*one tbh sfdkhdsf oops... pls educate me if u want to <3

#heather ☁️#daisy.txt

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lyricalvinyl · 5 months

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Chapter 13: Beautiful Day To Move

“Are you sure about this?” Marnie glances over her iPad tapping anxiously away at the screen. I had just sprung my decision to leave the city for the winter over coffee, still sitting untouched on my desk. “Yes, I’m sure. It’s the Pacific Northwest, not the moon. I can commute to Seattle and worst case scenario I can always come home.”

Marine’s glasses slipped down the bridge of her nose as nudged them up with the side of her hand. “Jose, it's camping. You hate camping, let me not remind you of the animals that roam around the woods.” I shake my head as laughter emits from my lips, reaching for my now lukewarm coffee. “I grew up in Georgia, I wasn’t always a City girl. Though I can’t say I’ve met a bear in person. Have you?”

“No…” Marnie finally lowered the iPad long enough having now googled Worst Ways to Die in the Woods no doubt. “ There’s a small town located a mile and a half from the cabin, there’s WiFi and pretty sure most of the cabin has been modernised according to the Airbnb Host I’ve been religiously emailing”.

“So you’re leaving.” I can hear the worry laced in her voice as I reach over to grasp her hand, giving a reassuring squeeze and nodding my head. “I’ll be fine, I’ll visit Harper before the baby is born. I might even actually get to read other than for work. Just think you’ll get my office to yourself and we get to do the whole Zoom meeting thing. Keeping our work relationship spicy after all.”

“ I swear Josie, if you get eaten by a beer I’ll kill you.”

•••

“Jet, are you sure about this?!”

I take a moment to glance around my home for a final time, so many memories woven into the foundation that I feel tears begin to brim at my eyes. Fingers run over my cheeks as I catch the strays from falling, a mixture of emotions as I try to hold myself together.

“It’s time Pol.” I offer a tight-lipped smile as I lift the keys unwinding them from the keychain as I gently place them into her hand. Closing her palm to secure it in place, before pulling her into my arms.

“Polly, it’s not like you’re never going to see me again, I’m just a plane ride away, you can visit all the time.” This time the tears fall and I have no way of stopping them, pulling back from our hug as I crouch down to Cooper. He sat so patiently while I said my goodbyes as I lifted my hand to his head, ruffling the golden fur beneath my fingers. “You be a good boy for Auntie Pol, it’s only temporary until I can move you.” His little face added guilt to the mixture of emotions I was currently feeling as I dropped kisses on his head.

“Everything from Wi-Fi passwords to security codes are written down, you just need to call me if there is anything.” Attempting to laugh but I’m struck with the realisation that this was it, down to the wire as my Uber would soon be arriving to take me to JFK.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you, Brooklyn, isn’t going to be the same. We started this out together and seems like forever you were stepping off the plane from London…”

I catch the sob, my makeup more than ruined as once again I attempt to salvage what I can with a tissue. Laughing through my tears as I glance at my reflection, shaking my head as I look at the pair of us.

“We’re different people now, look at us. Successful badass women, this is just the next chapter. Our story isn’t ending here, P Harris.” Reaching up to press a kiss to her temple, just as the horn of the Uber alerts me to wrap this sob fest up.

“Yes, I’ll call you when I land.” A hand drops to find hers giving a reassuring squeeze as I silently thank the house for the memories, good the bad and downright ugly, but also for the growth that followed.

•••

“Are you sure about this? Taking your Auntie Duties to the extreme, mate:” Harper drops her hand to her bump a playful smile lifted against her lips.

“If you just sign here, Ms Tanner.” I hold the pen firmly within my grasp as I add my signature to the end of the white piece of paper. Sign, sealed and of course delivered as the estate agent hands over the keys.

“Welcome to Seattle.”

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