#alright bye bye sorry for the tag ramble

[slightlyunconventional]

hi snz squad (Sorry. Not funny.) i got some food for the h/awks fans FINALLY sorry for the wait i had writers block for like a month straight 😜 love that. anyway heres about 1.7k of allergic h/awks and some really badly written fighting/sparring LMAO enjoy!!

“You ready, birdie?” Dabi says, his lopsided grin wicked as usual.

“As I’ll ever be,” replies Hawks. The villain’s left hand is swallowed by bright cerulean flames, so hot there’s already faint plumes of smoke puffing out around it. In turn, Hawks draws his two longest feathers and sharpens them with ease, and raises them into a defensive position. He wonders, briefly, who’ll make the first move, then decides that these sparring sessions are for him to improve against fire; Dabi’s skills are perfectly fine as they are (Perhaps. He does sometimes think the man could do with some extra precision training, but he’s here to incinerate, not sauté, so who’s Hawks to judge?). Hawks lunges forward, feather-blades brandished, aiming straight for Dabi. Don’t hold back runs through his head over and over as he moves, the words Dabi keeps having to say to him every time they do this. It’s not Hawks’ fault he’s got such a hero complex. 

“Don’t hold back,” Dabi had said, flexing his wrists after their spar, “There’s no point in doing this if you aren’t gonna show me your full potential.”

Hawks had sighed. “Easier said than done, hot stuff.”

Dabi raised an eyebrow. “Is it?” he said, “You seem to be just fine facing off against any other villain when you’re on fuckin’ hero patrol.”

“That’s different, and you know it,” Hawks had replied, “This is training. I can’t just- make myself fight you properly without good reason.” He let out another long breath and drank from his water bottle.

“It’s cause we fucked, isn’t it?” Dabi had said, smirking. That had made Hawks splutter on his water. He glared indignantly at Dabi.

“Absolutely fucking not,” he declared. “You wish that was why.”

“Relax, I’m just messing,” said Dabi, with that shit-eating smirk still on his face. “Just fight harder next time, or whatever. Ain’t gonna learn anything if you don’t try.” He left the room, and Hawks had frowned after him.

Dabi sidesteps Hawks, but only just. Had he moved a millisecond later, Hawks’ blades would probably have been stuck in him. Whether that’s for the worse or the better, Hawks can’t decide - Dabi’ll probably chastise him for it later, but there’s only so much potential you can exhibit before stepping the boundary of actual murder. The villain’s blue flames have caught on the very edge of Hawks’ feather, and are creeping down its lengths with some pace, threatening to reduce the entire thing to ash. He quickly shakes it out and lifts the blades once again. If he can convince Dabi he’s planning on sticking this whole spar out melee-style, then maybe he can discreetly send some feathers behind for an ambush. He just needs to find the right moment. 

Then, Dabi raises his own hand and throws a stripe of glowing blue fire straight at Hawks. Right as he does so, Hawks takes his chance and releases a few medium-sized feathers, sending them to hover in position behind Dabi, ready to make their move from the rear. He ducks down, and just in time, too, as he feels the searing heat of Dabi’s attack barely inches from the top of his head. He does his best to ignore the sting in his eyes and how every blink threatens to send irritated tears sliding down his face, but it’s unexpected… that doesn’t tend to happen, and there’s normally a whole lot more fire involved in their fights than there is now. But, Dabi’s unrelenting nature doesn’t allow Hawks more than a moment of thought, and he’s almost instantly back upright, sharpened feathers pointing outwards, stalking Dabi back towards the wall. He keeps having to blink against his blurring vision, though, and it’s affecting his focus. If Dabi picks up on it, he doesn’t say anything. There’s still a thin plume of smoke issuing from his feather, too; those flames are no joke. Hawks crosses the feathers in his hands, preparing to drive forward and strike - if all goes to plan, Dabi will assume that’s all he’s going to do, and counterattack accordingly, then Hawks can compromise him with the feathers he has poised behind the villain. If all goes to plan.

And thankfully, it does, if you look past the single tiny snag. As predicted, Dabi releases a billowing explosion of fire straight forwards. Hawks’ blades are both ignited, but that’s neither here nor there, since he’s focused on bringing his other feathers back from behind Dabi, and up to his throat, mere millimetres away from his skin. They aren’t sharpened, but he doesn’t need to know that. Hawks knows he daren’t step into them to test. 

Dabi’s eyebrows lift up, his expression a mix of amused and impressed. “Not bad,” he says, glancing down towards the feathers at his throat. “Not exactly a technique that’ll work every time, but I didn’t see it coming, so that’s gotta count for something.”

Then comes that tiny snag. Hawks stops listening halfway through Dabi’s sentence when his sinuses start stinging like crazy, with such sharpness that it makes his eyes water even more than they already are. He sniffs, half testing the waters, half hoping it’ll make the sting go away, but unfortunately it only makes it worse. Just as Dabi lifts his hands up to incinerate the feathers in front of his neck so they can begin another round of sparring, Hawks sends said feathers rapidly towards the villain’s arms and pins him against the wall.

“Sorry, what–” he begins, startled.

Hawks lifts the fur-lined collar of his jacket and ducks down into it. For a moment, nothing happens, but–

“heHt’sSHHhue!”

Dabi pulls a face. “I swear to God, if you’re doing this and you’ve got a fucking c–”

“ah’hAH-! eH’SHHhyu! No, you cock, I don’t have a cold. I’m not that stupid.”

“You are, but okay,” Dabi says flatly, “Why do I have to be pinned to the fuckin’ wall?”

“‘Cause your psycho ass would probably attack me while I waahhs s-sn-hahh! hheh’sHHh’hiew!”

He pitches forward into his collar again, cutting himself off mid-sentence with a third desperate sneeze. They’re already getting harder to keep in check; and what the fuck is itching this badly? Sure, it’s mid-spring, and his hayfever’s probably acting up a bit, but no way in hell is it this bad. Maybe he’s just… sensitive today. He didn’t bother checking the pollen count this morning, so…

“You think I would do such a thing?” says Dabi dramatically in mock offence, “Sweet, innocent me?”

“Shut up. Yes, you absolutely woul- Jesus– h-haHh!...” Hawks’ breath catches sharply in his throat, but he’s exhaling shakily a moment later. 

“Lost it,” he says, only a little breathlessly, “You are the furthest thing from innocent and we both know that.”

The need to sneeze hasn’t left Hawks, despite the last one having eluded him. It’s laying dormant (for now), an incessant buzzing high in his nose that seems to also be accompanied by profusely watering eyes. He tries scrunching his nose to quell the feeling - it doesn’t help but rather slightly the opposite. Dabi arches an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You gonna let me go or what?”

“Uhh… oh! Right, sorry. Instinct, I guess,” Hawks says. He withdraws the feathers holding Dabi in place and the villain subsequently takes a few steps towards him. There’s still smoke rolling off of his arms, where he’d used his quirk, and it floats lazily upwards in greyish plumes. That smoke has always been mesmerising to Hawks, the way it curls and twists, almost as gracefully as Dabi’s flames themselves. It seems different to regular smoke, though, realistically it probably isn’t, and Hawks has just convinced himself it is so he has something else about Dabi to admire with childish adoration. The smell of it often clings to Dabi, though, fainter, obviously, but it’s still distinct if you’re up close. It’s filling the air now, the bitter scent comforting, strong, but stinging, and–

“-ah’hHahH-?!” Caught completely off guard, Hawks desperately draws in a staggered breath before he’s truly able to comprehend it. 

“hh’heHSHHh-iihHSCHHh’ue! Huuhh… fucking Jesus–” The double volleys through him with unexpected force, leaving him more than a little winded (but almost certainly not finished).

Dabi’s staring at him now, his expression half concerned, half incredulous. Can’t exactly blame him. He opens his mouth to say something, but Hawks is already cutting him off with another sneeze.

“haH’iihtTSHHhyu!”

“So, about that cold you don’t have?” Dabi says, after Hawks has recovered - for now - with a series of pitiful sniffles and a less than kind rub at his nose with one gloved hand. 

“No, it’s–” his voice wavers slightly as he speaks, “it’s not that, I think it’s, ihh-it’s–”

Dabi shakes his head. “Sneeze first, speak after.”

“Rihhh– right, yeah I– hah-hhaHH’sSHHuuhh! ehHISHHhue! Jeez, okay, done now..” Hawks isn’t one to sneeze loudly per se - they’re usually softer, fairly subdued - but these ones are well on their way there. They’ve got the same intonation as usual, but with the intensity amped up a shocking degree. He’s not quite used to it.

“Done, done?” 

“Yeah, whatever– ‘m not sick, I think it’s your-” Hawks gestures vaguely at Dabi with one hand, and the latter’s eyebrow raises again, “-yourhhHehHTSChhnn!”

“What did I just say?” Dabi says, exasperated, and maybe a little fond.

“Leave me alone, that one didn’t give me any warning-!” whines Hawks in response, “You are so mean to me.”

“I know. Now spit it out, you’ve got me on the edge of my seat,” replies the villain dryly. 

Hawks rolls his still-watery eyes. “Shut up. It’s your smoke, I think,” he finally gets out.

Dabi looks slightly perplexed by this, and he voices it, “Never bothered you before.”

“No, I know, but,” He needs desperately to sneeze again. It’s all-consuming, but he’s determined to at least get a sentence out; “spring allergies’re making me s-sensitive to it.. I think that’s it, anyway–hhah sorry, I reahhllyneedto-hhiihSHHh-ehhH’shHHuue! Ugh.”

“Oh. Okay,” says Dabi, “so probably best we take a break for today, then?”

“Mm, yeah,” Hawks replies, knuckling at his nose. 

“Postmature bless you, by the way,” Dabi says with a funny look. Hawks nearly laughs.

“...Postmature?” 

“Yeah, like the opposite of premature. Is that the opposite of premature? Screw off, you’ve got me questioning myself now,” he replies, trying and failing to hide a stupid smile.

“It is now, I s’pose,” says Hawks, not at all fondly, “Thanks.”

#my favourite part TAG RAMBLING!!! #im ok w this fic i think its decent idk. turned on while writing it so thats gotta count for smth #i think next ill finish my other h/awks wip for a request prompt thingy in my inbox #then i wanna do some kink!h/awks … mm #alright ywah #thats that #sorry the fighty bit at the start is SO BADDDDD i cant #sry… #alr bye enjoy #snz #snzblr #snz kink #snzario #snz blog #sneeze kink #snzfic #d/abihawks #h/awks #m/ha

[ezraphobicsoup]

fuck man my life would be much much easier right now if there was not an inspector calling, yet we stay jesting (AAAAAAAAAAA)

#i mean like i’m fine #written a page and a quarter which is just the introduction and one paragraph someone stop me #annotating my work too so then the teachers have an easier job and know what i think i’ve done badly (is that a good idea??????????) #ezra’s real life rambles #not quite silly hours posting #right yeah i think i did fall asleep for an hour or so or maybe a little more so i’m alright on that front #i get this done in another 40 minutes or so?? #ignore everything else i still have to do #go straight to sleep (please) for like three hours and ah shit that’s a smaller number than i wanted #i’m sorry #idk maybe i was asleep for two hours before i honestly don’t know #we can pretend and therefore i will(?) have more wnergu(??) today #i have a singing lesson uhhh ok i’m just rambling now what am i saying #anyway!!!!!! take care of yourself and show yourself some extra love. from me #have a good night/day/other everyone and one person especially #i love vague mentioning in tags it’s like the funnest thing ever #ok but actually i’m gonna finish this essay now ba bye :)

[starrysundae]

Uh pinned post time yippee

This is (kind of) a placeholder so it’s pretty basic sorry

Hi! My name is Star (, Eva, or Agni). I go by they/it/ze/he/she/. I am xenogender-fluid and aspec.

I have DMDD and (partially???) undiagnosed ADHD. I also have trouble interacting with people so please be patient. I’m a traditional artist (though I am trying to learn how to draw digitally)

I also have multiple interests! The two (current) main ones are Rainworld, and Pokémon

DNI: if you are homophobic, transphobic, aphobic, exclusionist, misogynistic, misandristic, a proshiper or a NSFW blog

Tags:

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[kingoftheabsurd]

hey.. you do realize not all afabs are girls?? you made a post/reblog saying every one of this Japanese trans woman's coworkers were 'afab". the word you're looking for is cis. they were cis girls.

it felt like a punch in the stomach as a trans guy to hear someone use afab to mean girl. please edit

I used afab because obviously she was amab, but you are right the better word was cis. I am sorry that it upset you. However what I said was still true, the other girls are afab. Cis girls are afab. And given that my message was pro trans, my stance on if afab people are automatically girls should be obvious, and I'm guessing was, since you felt comfortable enough to ask me to change it.

If someone who is clearly being pro trans not using the exact right language for you personally is like a punch in the gut I think you might need to do some self reflection because the world is so much harsher than that and infighting over nitpicks in language is only going to make it worse.

If I can get to the post I will change it, but I dont normally tag stuff and I dont know how far down my blog it is at this point. And to make myself 100% clear, trans men are men. You ARE a man. Or actually you used the word guy, do you prefer guy, my guy? My dude? Bro. Broseff. Alright now I'm just rambling and I need to go, I'll look into the post later, bye~

#ask #answered

[togrowoldinv]

Career Day

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Wanda asks Natasha fill in for career day for her sons where she meets you, their teacher, and she instantly knows she likes you.

Note: In my head, Natasha is alive and well and so are Wanda’s kids and they love each other like family. This one is very fluffy.

Also, thank you all so much for 200 followers! It means the world to me that people enjoy reading my writing. My final semester of college begins next week, so I may not be posting quite as much, but I will do my best to keep writing throughout the semester. I hope you enjoy this one!

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“Hey Nat?” Wanda says into the phone. Natasha can hear sounds of fighting in the background and she remembers Wanda’s on a mission.

“What’s up?” Natasha replies.

“I’m sorry to do this, but can you do me like a huge favor? I’ll owe you forever,” Wanda says.

“Of course,” Natasha says, her tone a bit concerned.

“The school called, Tommy and Billy forgot to tell me it’s career day at school and I’m obviously not in town at the moment. Could you- would you go in my place? I mean I know the boys adore you, like Auntie Nat level, and you like them too. So, I thought- I don’t know,” Wanda rambles on and Natasha just smiles into the phone.

“I can definitely do that, Wanda. You just worry about getting back safe and I’ll take care of things here,” Natasha replies.

“Oh thank you, Nat! You’re awesome!” Wanda says. “Alright, I gotta go kick some ass. Talk to you later.”

“Bye Wands,” Natasha says as she disconnects the call.

She puts on her super suit and drives to the school. It should be easy enough to tell the kids about being an Avenger, she thinks. But still her nerves are making her worry about it. What if the kids aren’t excited because she’s not one of the more known heroes?

As she enters the school front office, the ladies up front help her sign in and point her to right classroom. She fidgets with her hand nervously as she enters the open door, and that’s when she sees you for the first time.

You’re standing by your desk at the front of the room with a name tag on it that says ‘Ms. Y/l/n.” Wanda hadn’t told her that the boys’ teacher was so beautiful, and she was taken aback for a moment before she felt two bodies crash into her.

“Auntie Nat!” Billy and Tommy both say and she leans down to return their hugs.

“Hey boys. Your mom is on a mission, so I’m here for your career day. I hope that’s okay?” Natasha asks them and they both nod happily. They do love their Auntie Nat.

Tommy pulls on Nat’s hand to walk further into the classroom. “You have to meet our teacher Ms. y/l/n! She’s so cool,” he says.

You overhear him say your name and you look up to be met with the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever seen. Her red hair with blonde ends falls onto her black suit perfectly and her smile makes your heart swell.

“Hey, you must be the famous Auntie Nat,” you say to her placing your hand out for her to shake, trying your best to keep your cool.

“That’s me. You can call me Natasha or Nat. Either one. And you’re Ms. y/l/n? I hear you’re the cool teacher around here,” Natasha says as she shakes your hand a bit too long before pulling away.

“Just y/n is fine. I have to say I think an Avenger will really spice up our career day,” you say with a smile and Natasha smirks at you.

“What no one else here has fought an alien? Weird,” Natasha replies and you both laugh. So, she’s funny and beautiful? You’re screwed.

Soon enough it’s time for everyone to take their seats and career day begins. There were a few parents that were decent at interacting with the kids, but no one captivated the kids like Natasha. It wasn’t even just that she’s literally a superhero. She just had a way of speaking to the kids that made them feel so important. You were definitely falling for her even after just hours of knowing her personally.

The school day is over at the end of career presentations, so you bid goodbye to most of your students and their parents. Except for one family, who’s definitely got your favorite students (and now aunt), the Maximoffs.

“I can never get him to put his pencil down,” you say as you walk up to the family. You lean against a desk next to Natasha. She is watching Billy do times tables while Tommy occupies himself with drawing on a whiteboard.

“I bet,” Natasha laughs. “I hope I did okay today. Wanda wanted to be here, but she’s on mission,” Natasha says.

You give her an encouraging nod. “You did great, Natasha. You were certainly the kids’ favorite,” you reply.

“They probably wanted me to be Iron Man or Captain America,” She jokes and you shake your head.

“No way. Black Widow is the best Avenger,” you say and go red in the face. “I’m sorry. That’s a super nerdy thing to say directly to your face.” You look down until you feel a hand rest softly on your arm.

“Don’t worry about it. I appreciate it,” Natasha says and you look into each other’s eyes for a minute getting lost in them.

“Is it time to go home now?” Tommy asks, breaking the moment and you and Nat both stand up.

“Yeah, yeah let’s go boys. It was really nice to meet you, y/n. Thanks for educating these young minds,” Natasha says.

“Of course. And it was nice to meet you too, Nat. I hope to see you again soon,” you say and she smirks at you before walking out with the boys.

For the next couple of weeks, Natasha asks to pick up the boys from school and Wanda appeases having no idea why she would want to. Until one day when she joins Nat.

“Hey y/n,” Natasha says from the car as she pulls into the pickup line. You smile at her and excuse yourself from your group of colleagues you were talking to.

“Natasha, hi! How are you?” You say and the two of you chat for a minute in your own world until Wanda makes her presence known by waving at you.

“Hey Ms. Maximoff, kids are doing great by the way. Best in the class,” you say and Wanda smiles at that.

“That’s good to hear,” Wanda says and you realize the line is backed up so you have to bid them goodbye for now.

Once Nat pulls out of the parking lot, Wanda looks at her still blushing face and practically giggles.

“Oh my god, you’re so hot for their teacher!” Wanda laughs out.

“Wanda! I’m not- we aren’t 12 please don’t say it like that,” Natasha replies, trying to look straight forward and hide her furthering blush.

“I think you should ask her out,” Wanda says and Nat shakes her head. “She is cute and there’s a good chance she’s into you too. I saw the way she talked at you. That isn’t all ‘aunt of my students’ chatting.”

“You really think it would be okay? I mean I definitely like her. Like a lot more than I should probably,” Natasha says. “I just don’t want to mess anything up with the kids, you know? A love affair with their teacher may not be the best example for them.”

“Okay, first of all yes I think it’s okay. Second of all, I knew you liked her,” Wanda says in a sing song voice, making Natasha laugh. “And third of all, following your heart is always a good example for them.”

“Okay. I’m going to ask her out then,” Natasha says with a burst of confidence.

“Go Auntie Nat!” Tommy shouts from the backseat and both women laugh, having forgotten the kids could hear everything back there.

The next afternoon, Natasha parks her car instead of waiting in the line. She stands by the car leaning on the driver side door to wait for you. She knows it’s a bit odd, so when you approach her car she isn’t surprised.

“Hey, are you okay out here?” You ask and she’s quick to nod.

“Yeah. I just- can we talk? Sorry that sounds like something super bad has happened. Nothing has,” Natasha rambles out.

“Give me 20 minutes to wrap up here and then yes let’s talk?” You ask. She smiles at you and take it as a yes.

She waits patiently for you to get all of the kids safely to their cars and tries to come up with what she’s going to say to you.

“Hey, I’m finished now, Nat,” you say as you approach her again.

“Great. Would you want to go for a drive with me? Just for a little bit?” Natasha asks. You are shocked, she can see that, but you walk to the other side of the car and get in. She turns on some music and you ride in silence for a few songs.

“Everything okay, Natasha?” You finally break the silence.

“Hm?” Natasha says before she processes your question. “Yes. Everything’s good.” She says, but you’re not quite sure if you believe her.

“Alright, here we are,” she says about 5 minutes later when she pulls into a parking lot of a local diner.

She doesn’t move to get out of the car though and when you look at her in confusion she turns in the driver’s seat to face you.

“Y/n,” she begins, “I’ve really enjoyed talking to you these past couple of weeks. Like really.” You smile at her and she continues. “I want you to know you can say no and I’ll drop you back at your car immediately, but I’d really like to spend more time with you and take you out sometime.”

At her words, your heart beats so fast in your chest that Natasha must be able to hear it. “Yes,” is the only word you can breathe out.

“Yeah? Because I know the boys are your students and it may be weird, but I just really like you and I don’t want to miss a chance to be with you because I’m scared of what other people might think,” Natasha expresses and you reach across the center console to hold her hand in yours.

“I’m so glad you feel that way, Nat. Honestly, I’ve been wanting to ask you out too, but I didn’t know if you were into me. I mean you’re like the world’s coolest superhero and I’m just some woman,” you explain and Nat squeezes your hand softly.

“You are not just some woman, y/n. You’re amazing. I saw that day how you interact with kids, and I know Tommy and Billy like you a lot. That’s a superhero in itself, detka,” Natasha says. You look at her with a raised brow at that last word being a different language.

“Is that Russian?” You ask and she just laughs.

“Maybe,” she admits sheepishly, not wanting to tell you she called you ‘baby.’

“You should speak in Russian to me more. I like that,” you tease and her jaw almost drops. You smile before asking her, “Did you bring me to this diner for a date or?”

“Oh yeah. I thought maybe we could grab some dinner. If you want? I didn’t know how to ask you out without just doing it right then, so I figured I’d bring you and then ask. I can be a bit presumptuous sometimes, I apologize,” Natasha explains.

“Don’t apologize, Natasha. This is great. I’m looking forward to getting to know you better,” you reply and she leans in to kiss you cheek. It takes you by surprise, but you soak up the feel of her soft lips on you.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist. You’re just so beautiful,” Natasha says and your stomach fills with butterflies like you’re back in high school talking to your crush.

“You’re gorgeous, Natasha,” you reply and take chance by leaning closer to her again.

Your lips are inches from hers, and you can feel her breath on them.

You lightly brush your lips over hers to test the waters, and she grabs the sides of your face with her hands to deepen the kiss. The kiss is passionate, but efficient. Both of you seem to fit together perfectly and it’s a while before you separate for air.

“That was- wow,” you say breathlessly and Natasha nods against your forehead.

“Let’s go get that dinner before we are tempted to do anything else in this car,” Natasha says with a smirk. You blush at her words.

“Sounds perfect, Nat,” you reply and you get out of the car together. She intertwines her fingers with yours as you walk into the diner.

You both never thought a school career day would bring about so much happiness in your lives.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff #black widow #wanda maximoff

[craftycheetah]

Brain and Brawn

Pairings: Nerd!Hitoshi Shinsou x Jock! Black fem reader

Tags: College AU, no quirks, fluff, getting together, meet-cute.

CW: none

A/n: A Collab with my Tumblr bestie @endeavours-jockstrap

Pt.2 || Pt.3 || Pt.4 || Pt.5

“I’m sorry. You want me to do what?”

Looking up at the chestnut-skinned girl, Hitoshi Shinsou never thought that you, the captain of the basketball team, just asked him to tutor her.

“Yeah, you’re like, super-smart, right?” You smile, “Physics is the only class I’m this close to failing—” you make a pinching gesture, “—and I don’t want to get kicked off the team. Tutor me pleeaasseee~.”

“I see,” Hitoshi nods, still slightly confused, “But why me?”

“I dunno,” you shrug, and the sleeve of your letterman jacket falls a little, exposing the strap of your sports bra, “You’re basically at the top of the class. Professor’s always saying how smart you are and stuff, so I thought it’d be a good idea. What do you think?”

Hitoshi weighs out his options. He doesn’t really have anything to lose. Just a couple of weeks of tutoring should be enough if it’s just one subject.

“Sure. Okay.”

You clap excitedly, “You’re so amazing. I’m not a total fucking idiot so don’t worry, I’ll do good I promise. Gimme your number so we can plan something.”

Hitoshi gets his phone out of his hoodie pocket so both of you can exchange information.

“Awesome,” you grin again, flashing your colorful braces, “I’ll text you. I gotta go. Later, ‘Toshi.”

Hitoshi watches you stride down the hall, disappearing between the people.

“Toshi?” He mumbles, confused by the nickname.

Later that night, when Hitoshi was studying, his phone chimes. It’s you.

Hitoshi chews his lip nervously. You’re way too cheerful over some tutoring, but he supposes that’s good. At least you’re enthusiastic about learning.

The next day once you and the other girls finished practice, your phone rings.

“Hello?” You answer, tucking your phone between your shoulder and ear so you can continue packing up

“Hey, (Y/n). It’s Hitoshi. I’m in the library, towards the computer section.”

“Okay, I’ll see you soon. Bye.”

Hanging up the phone, you place it in your bag just as you’re pushed forward from behind by a familiar rose-haired girl.

“Hey, Queenie, who ya talking to?” Mina smiles, draping her arms over your shoulder.

“No one. I gotta head to the library. I’ll text you later.” you pick up your bag and head towards the showers.

“Oh? Well, alright then! Later (Y/n).” She waves.

Once you finished, you made your way out of the gym toward the campus library. Showing your ID, you push past the turnstile and walk towards the computer area. Spotting a familiar head of violet hair sitting at one of the furthest tables, you make your way over. “Hi Toshi,” you whisper loud enough for him to hear.

Shit! She scared the hell out of me! Where'd she come from?

“Oh. Hey, (Y/n),” Hitoshi mumbles.

You sit in the chair across from him, “Hey hey, what’s up?”

“Just y’know, sitting. Studying…” Hitoshi gestures to the books in front of him.

“What for?” 

“Got a Statistics test next week.”

“Was this a bad time?”

“No, it's okay. I finished studying ten minutes before you got here. So, you said you needed help with Physics?”

“Y-yeah. This one topic the professor's been teaching has been confusing the hell out of me and I don't understand the homework.”

“What's the topic exactly?”

“Kinematics,” you groan softly. “I always mix up the formulas and end up screwing up.”

“You just need to remember which ones go with which type of problem. Here let's make some flashcards.”

As you listened to him ramble, you swooned at the sound of his voice, internally realizing he'd have to learn this was just to hang out with him.

That’s a problem for future y/n.

He shows you the flashcards he made, and you quickly skim them. You know all this stuff already, so there’s no point in actually learning it, but it has to be convincing.

“Wow, these are amazing,” you smile at him, “Super easy to memorize.”

He shrugs, “That was kind of the goal.”

“You’re so smart Toshi.”

A slight pink blush spreads on his nose, “Thanks. Should we get started?”

“Yes,” you nod excitedly.

You and Hitoshi go over the notes for the next hour and a half. You’re half paying attention, mainly listening to him ramble about velocity and acceleration, when his voice snaps you out of your daze.

“(Y/n), did you hear what I said?” he asks, glaring at you.

“94.4 miles per hour,” you smile cheekily.

Hitoshi felt his cheeks heat up as he suddenly had to adjust his sweats. “That's correct. Good job.”

“Thank you.”

“Let’s-“ he adjusts himself in his seat, “-let’s keep going.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, let's keep reviewing.”

After about two hours, you two decide that was enough for the day and start packing up.

“We can meet again tomorrow, same time,” he tells you

“Awesome,” you stand and stretch your arms over your head. Hitoshi tries not to look at the sliver of brown skin showing when your shirt lifts, instead focusing on a suddenly interesting spot on the table.

“You heading to your dorm?” You ask him.

“Uh yeah,” he responds.

“I’ll walk you.”

“You don’t have to.”

You bump his shoulder playfully, “S’fine dude. Let’s go. What building?”

“12–D”

“No shit, I’m in 11-D.”

“Guess we're neighbors then,” you smile

“Yeah. I guess so.”

A shout in the distance pulls you two's attention as you walk towards the buildings.

“Hey, cocoa butter!” 

You rolled your eyes as you knew only one person that called you by that stupid nickname. Yo Shindō. Your ex.

“What do you want, Yo? And I told you to stop calling me that!”

Yo walks up to both of you, black hair messier than usual.

“Awww, you used to love it,” he smirks

“No, I tolerated it.”

Yo focuses on Hitoshi, eyes narrowing. “Who’s this?”

“I'm—“

“None of your business,” You cut in, throwing your arm over Hitoshi's shoulder, “A friend, come on” you try to lead Hitoshi away, but Yo steps in front of you, “He’s kinda short.”

Hitoshi frowns, “Sorry I’m not freakishly tall like you two.”

Yo sizes him up, “Yeah….sorry. Anyway, cocoa butter, me and the guys are shooting hoops later and I’d love you on my team.”

You grimace, “Yeah, no. Bye”

You and Hitoshi keep it pushing, leaving Yo frowning on the path

“So…. Who was that?” Hitoshi finally asks when you take him to his building 

“Ugh, don’t worry about him,” you wave dismissively, “Same time tomorrow?”

“Uh yeah, sure.”

You smile wide and pat his head, “Great, see ya then. Byyyeeee”

He watches you make your way towards the next building, hands in your pockets and whistling loudly. So carefree. 

#bonnie.writes #bnha x black!reader #shinso x reader #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou x black!reader #shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinsou x poc!reader #mha collab

[thesolferino]

True Calling

⤷ dream x f!reader.

⤷ word count: 3.9k

⤷ requested: yes, by this lovely anon!

— summary: dream meets his favorite singer on an among us livestream.

“Dude, what could go wrong? Just do it.”

“What could go wrong?! Literally so many things, you ass.” 

Dream heard Sapnap sigh through the mic right into his headphones, the dim grey of his Discord background doing barely anything to illuminate his features as he stared at his open messages blankly.

“First of all, don’t.. speak to me like that, I am doing you a favour by sitting here and listening to you panic about stupid shit. Second of all, nothing big could go wrong. What, you’re a little awkward in the beginning, maybe, and that’s it.” Dream adjusted his headphones a little bit, Sapnap’s rant flowing into his ears but dissipating somewhere halfway to his brain, because, yes, things could go wrong and he can’t be proven otherwise.

“Did you forget that I’m a public figure? And that my fans are insane? I say one wrong thing and it’ll be memed and haunt me in my dreams. Did you forget that SHE’s a public figure? And that this is live? God…” he retorts back, listening to Sapnap helplessly sigh once again in response. He anxiously switches from his Discord to Twitter, then to YouTube, to Twitch and then back to Discord, frantically clicking around. In reality, he knows Sapnap is right, and it’s anxiety whispering into his ear that he’s gonna somehow fuck up, but maybe it’s simply easier to stay and argue with him into the night instead of actually responding to that message.

The stream is still going. Quackity’s voice speaks over Sapnap’s quiet breathing. “Damn, he’s still not responding. Um, let me try Tubbo, maybe?” 

Before he knows it, the opportunity to join the stream is slipping out of his fingers, and Dream isn’t sure if he’s happy about that or not. On one hand, he gets to meet one of his favorite artists whose album he’s played way too many times to count, and on the other, the chances of him embarrassing himself in front of that same artist and a hundred thousand other people are extremely high, and he’s not sure if he likes the odds of that.

“Man, I don’t know. You won’t listen to me, anyway. Don’t join if you don’t want to.” Dream hears the annoyed tinge in Sapnap’s voice, and that’s what pours the last bit of courage into his veins because the best way to do anything in life is to follow Sapnap’s advice after you’ve already irritated him to the point of defeat, and he murmurs a quick “bye” and hangs up before the other can even respond, typing a rapid “Sure, send me the VC link” back to Quackity. 

He hears a delighted exhale coming from his Twitch tab just as Quackity forwards him the link. “Okay, nevermind, we’ve got Dream! He’ll join in a second.” 

With that, he swiftly closes the Twitch tab and with an encouraging sip of water, he finally joins the Discord voice chat with the rest of the players. Your Discord image sticks out like a sore thumb to him despite being a super basic, Googleable picture of you that he’s probably seen a million times by now, and upon seeing it, reality slaps him right over the face and he realises that, oh shit, he actually joined.

“Hey everyone.” Dream speaks into the mic and a mix of excited voices greets him at the same time as he loads up the game. Your icon is missing the green halo. He stares at it, as if you’ll magically speak up if he stares long and hard enough. That, apparently, works.

Pokimane’s “Dream, hi!” seems to set something off in your brain, and you speak again.

“Oh, Dream?” the green halo appears, and Dream resists the urge to say something stupid or bite his hand or anything of the sort when you say his name. “Aren’t you the guy who listens to my music all the time?” you giggle.

Quackity laughs loudly in his usual fashion, and Dream feels his hands go cold as the Among Us loading page pops up. “Wh-huh?” 

“Yeah, you-you listen to my music a lot! Your fans always tag me under that… ‘Dream’s Spotify’ Twitter account, I remember you.” Dream swears his heart is about to jump out of his chest and start bouncing around on the floor because his ribs are way too restrictive for that type of movement, but he tries his best to play it cool and laughs lightheartedly.

“I do! I’m, like, your biggest fan.” he grins, as if you can see him, and you laugh in return.

“Yeah, man, you pay my rent. Thanks.” you say and a couple of people laugh while Dream inputs the code and his character finally pops up, immediately running around like the rest of the group. He runs around your purple character and hears you chuckle as you run around him too, but not for long, because the game starts and everyone mutes themselves. He audibly sighs, because he can afford to, considering he’s not streaming and nobody can hear the amount of courage this whole thing is taking him. 

A notification pops up on his screen - the Dream Team group chat seems to be talking. Must’ve already found some way to make fun of me, he thinks to himself as he huffs out a large breath and runs through cafeteria and weapons to do his tasks in navigation. Corpse is hot on his tail the whole time, and not to say he’s an untrustworthy guy, but Dream isn’t really looking forward to getting killed before even speaking to you properly, so he runs around, trying to find somebody to stick with so Corpse doesn’t shove a knife in his back while he’s doing a task. 

Thankfully, Karl emerges somewhere from the direction of storage right into communications where Dream was going, too. Just as Dream starts finishing download and Corpse and Karl line up behind him, his screen flashes bright red and white and the bold letters “Dead body reported” pop up. Everyone unmutes themselves and his eyes bore into your character, immediately.

“Alright, the body was in top left of the… uh, upper engine. I need everyone’s positions.” Rae immediately spoke.

“I was in electrical, I-I went through cafeteria to the upper engine with Poki, there was nobody there, we did our tasks, went down to lower engine, then Poki left with Toast, and I went to electrical and the body was reported.” Sykkuno said, and Pokimane confirmed with a hum of agreement.

“Dream?” Rae asked, and he spoke up.

“I never even went that way, I went through weapons to nav, and then to communications, and then the body was found. Corpse can vouch for me because he was following me the entire time and I kinda thought he was gonna kill me. And Karl saw me in communications, us three were all together when you… reported the body.” He rambled, trying to defend himself.

“Yeah, it’s true, he was with me the whole time.” Corpse supported.

“Karl, which way did you get to communications?” Toast asked.

“Uh, through storage.” Karl replied quickly.

“That’s funny, ‘cause I was in security, and I could swear I saw you walk past.” Toast said, and a couple of “ooh”s echo through the call.

“That makes no sense because even if I did go that way, I wouldn’t have time to get to communications and start doing my task with Dream and Corpse if I killed Ethan! And Rae, you-you saw me do my task in storage!” Karl loudly defended himself.

“...that… that’s true, yeah.” she said.

“If you ask me, Toast, you’re being real sus for lying about that.” Karl threw it back at Toast, who protested.

“Listen, I didn’t say you killed anybody, I just said I saw someone run past!” he claimed.

“Bretman and Y/N are being real quiet, though.” Corpse points out, and the green halo around your icon lights up once again.

“Oh shit, I didn’t realise I was muted. Sorry, guys.” you laughed. “Um, I was with… Quackity, in… what’s that shit on the right called?”

“O2.” Quackity quickly jumped in.

“Right, O2. I went to… top left, first, and I did my tasks there, and then to weapons and then to O2, and then the body was reported.”

“You were in top left?” Rae repeated.

“Yeah.”

“And was there anyone with you?”

“Um… no? I was alone, and then I saw Quackity in top right, and then we went to, uh, O2 together.” you said and Corpse sighed loudly.

“That means she could’ve had the time to kill Ethan and run.” Toast points out.

“Hey! I didn’t kill anyone! I don’t even know how this game works…” you whined into the mic and Quackity laughed.

“Yeah, I dunno Y/N, you were dancing real suspiciously around me…” he said, causing you to defend yourself louder.

“Why would I kill anyone?! I don’t even know how to do that, I’m a nice person!”

“I don’t think she did it, guys.” Dream pipes up, tugging at the wire of his headphones absentmindedly.

“Shut up, you simp.” Quackity fires back instantly, making everyone in the call laugh, including Dream.

“Damn right, I’m a Y/N simp. She can do no wrong. I mean, look at that innocent face! She did nothing, I’m-I’m sure.” He argued, making you cover your mouth and giggle.

“Their face is literally the same as everyone’s! We’re all astronauts!” Rae protested, but Dream kept shaking his head.

“No, hers is more innocent.” he said. “Toast, why are you so set on accusing everyone, anyway?”

“Oh, you’re so not attacking Toast right now-”

“Guys, I think we should skip.” Sykkuno pipes up to calm the conversation, and everyone agrees, even though most of them mumble “sus” under their breath as soon as they mute their mics.

Dream’s tiny green astronaut stomps his way over to the left side immediately, changing paths this time and making his way into the Upper Engine, trying to finish his tasks in time and possibly find someone to accompany him so he at least doesn’t have to argue over his alibi. He had four tasks left, two of them in Upper Engine, so after that he was free to roam around wherever his heart desired. Just as he started doing one of them, he watched your purple character step in and run circles around him, earning you a quiet laugh that he didn’t know he uttered until he heard himself do it and silently scolded himself for getting that flustered at something so simple.

The two of you did your tasks together before going down to reactor. Just as Dream started doing one of his tasks, a dead body was reported again and he unmuted himself as Toast immediately started borderline yelling into his headphones. 

“Bretman just killed Sykkuno RIGHT in front of me. I literally watched him do it. He killed Sykkuno in COLD BLOOD.” he confidently claimed and Dream, quite uninterested, grabbed his bottle of water and lightly sipped on it, wiping beads of sweat resting right above his eyebrows with his forearm, blindly looking around the darkness, trying to get his eyes to adjust looking away from the computer screen. His eyes searched for the window - it was open, just enough to let a fresh breeze inside, but it never seemed to do that, letting humid air in with open arms like a welcome guest. Florida is fucking hell, he thinks, gulping down some more water.

“No, I didn’t! I seriously did not, he’s the one who killed him and is trying to frame me now. I swear to God, Toast…” Bretman shouted into his worn mic, trying to argue back. 

“Yeah, to be honest, Bretman, you were silent the whole time when Ethan died.” Rae reasoned, earning quite a lot of “ooh”s and causing little “voted” signs to appear next to Poki, Toast and Karl’s names as Bretman tried his best to fight back.

“I didn’t know I was muted the whole time! You know I’m bad at this! Why would I... you know what, nevermind! Vote me! Vote me! You’ll see when Toast kills you all, I don’t care anymore. I literally saw-”

Dream slumps further into his chair, sure that the foam would have a dent of his body shape imprinted even when he’s long gone from it, and unlocks his phone with a quiet sigh. He opens Discord, and wishes he hadn’t, because Sapnap and George are always on the front lines and ready to make fun of him at any chance possible. He types back a stupid joke, calling them losers, but before he can press send, a Twitter notification pops up on his phone that almost makes his painfully sweaty hands lose grip of the phone. 

“this is so boring” your message reads, from your official Twitter account. Dream blinks a few times, and looks up from his phone to observe his murky, empty room, eyes flashing from the window to the ripped chocolate bar wrapper that somehow made its way onto the floor to a cup of coffee from this afternoon. Did the humid air finally get to him? Hallucinations?

He clicks on the notification - it proves to not be a product of his imagination, after all. Three dots dance around on his screen cheerfully, but they suddenly stop. His ears tune in. Bretman is still defending his honor. Something else must’ve interrupted you. His shaky hands barely hit the right letters.

He takes a handful of screenshots amidst his euphoria, and forwards them to the group chat with no caption besides an emoji sticking its tongue out - he wants to tell them to suck his dick, or something along those lines, but your message remains a priority as he rushes back to the Twitter app to reply.

“Right” he manages to write without a typo. “They’re annoying”

Three dots immediately return to his screen like a happy memory, and he almost can’t believe you’re texting back so fast. George would probably humble him by saying it’s because you have nothing better to do, but what George doesn’t know can’t hurt him, Dream supposes, and clicks on your profile instinctively as he adjusts his headphones on one ear. By the time you finish typing your message, the group decided to vote out Bretman, who ended up not being an imposter.

The three dots disappear as quick as they came, and so does the anticipation that bubbled up in Dream’s throat as he sourly leaves to finish the rest of his tasks. The rest of the game stays as boring as it started, save for the giggles and hushed laughter that came from you at every few jokes he made - of which he made quite a lot, in a desperate attempt to make you laugh, at least a little bit. Of course, Quackity was there every step of the way to accidentally mention how Dream sounded a lot more hype and alive during this game than he does ever, but you win some, you lose some, eh?

In the next game you actually decided to set up proximity chat, so of course Dream followed you around everywhere, hot on your tail at all times - what else is he supposed to do, when the chance presented itself, really?

“Are you imposter?” His character obnoxiously ran circles around you as you did your wires task slowly and unsurely since this stream was your first time playing.

“No, but I wouldn’t tell you even if I was, dummy.” You replied, running around his own character briefly before running up to do the rest of your tasks, watching the green astronaut follow you close behind. 

“Why not?” Dream questioned, eyes following all your movements since he didn’t have anything better to do considering he finished all his tasks. 

“Do you not know how this game works?”

“Yeah, but you’d tell me, right? I wouldn’t… rat you out.” He heard a sigh coming through his headphones in response, and his grin widened just a little, watching your character walk away from him.

“I know you wouldn’t.” you replied. “I’ll tell you if I’m imposter, I guess.”

“You wouldn’t kill me, would you?” Dream spoke into his mic, reaching to fix it and realising the way his hand trembled a little, fully aware he was walking the line between flirty and obnoxious more than usual. He lowered his gaze just to see his keyboard reflect the light of the computer back to him - the sweat from his palms seemed to seep onto the keyboard. He refused to think about the mocking things his best friends would say if they found out how nervous he was just to talk to you. 

“No, of course not! I wouldn’t be able to kill you.” You chirped just as a dead body was discovered and the two of you were torn from the conversation. 

In the next one, his screen flashed an ominous black and red with the word “Impostor” and your purple character stood proudly next to his green one, and he snickered to himself, adjusting his headphones one more time (the more he did it, the more he was convinced it was one of those anxious habits of his).

Shifting in his chair, he started moving and couldn’t believe his eyes when he realised the two of you managed to lock yourselves in a room with Corpse and Sykkuno, accomplishing a double kill in barely the first two minutes of the game. The two of you vented while Dream muttered curses under his breath, breaking out in a sweat wondering if you’re going to get caught or not as you casually hummed to a random tune while faking tasks, hitting the notes in such an effortless way that it made Dream relax and get even more nervous at the same time. It didn’t take too long before the body was found, and you seemed to adapt to the game very quickly, as Dream just sat back most of the time and watched you stretch out a whole essay on why you and Dream could NOT have been imposters. 

“Why would they stick together the whole time? Couldn’t they get at least someone else to vouch for them?” Toast complained. 

“Girl, Dream wants some… alone time with Y/N, obviously.” Bretman said, despite being the one most sus of you in the first place, forcing laughter out of the whole lobby, Dream’s sticking out the most as his mood constantly swayed from finding the whole thing funny to being worried sick if you actually find him weird.

“Exactly! And we’re gonna have our alone time if we want to, thank you very much.” 

Well, Dream thinks, taking a stressed gulp of water from his bottle, at least we cleared that one up.

“I don’t think that sounded the way you wanted it to, Y/N.” Karl pipes up, making Quackity burst into another fit of loud laughter, and you immediately protested.

“It sounded exactly the way I wanted it to! Now, vote Rae or else.” 

When the meeting was over, he ran after you through cafeteria, grin splitting out on his face before he even spoke.

“You’re pretty…” his silence extended as he watched your character stare at his. “...pretty smart.”

You snorted. “Right. You’re pretty…” you extended your silence in return, mocking him. “...too.”

His heart jumps. “You forgot a word there.” he says as you stomp out to storage.

“I said what I said, Dreamy.” 

He swears this can’t be healthy for his blood pressure. In the corner of his eye, Discord notifications pop up like crazy. The boys must be watching your stream. His heart swells with both pride and dread, knowing he’s about to be called something along the lines of pretty Dreamy for the next two months.

“How do you know I’m pretty? You’ve never even seen my face.” Dream replies as heat creeps up like a spirit rising from soil, from the back of his neck, seeping into his ears and cheeks somewhat equally. His eyes dart to the window again. Of course it’s the stupid Florida weather that has him burning up, flustered. Maybe he should open another window.

“Is this an invitation to see it?” you say, a teasing tone clinging off your voice and he can practically hear you smiling. 

“No, I’m just saying! If you want to see it, though, that… that can be arranged.” he bites his lip as a physical attempt of holding back the smile that breaks out as he waits for your response, chest puffing in both nervousness and odd confidence.

“Can it? I mean, I don’t need to see it, I just know already, you have those… pretty boy vibes. But I wouldn’t…” you chuckle. “...be opposed to seeing it, for sure. Don’t count on me not to leak the pictures, though. I want the clout.”

“What do you MEAN you want the clout, you’re Y/N! You don’t need clout from a Minecraft YouTuber!” He argues back, a small wheeze escaping him mid sentence as you giggle and run around, with him following your every move.

“You keep my fucking lights on, man! Whenever your Spotify Twitter account thingy tweets that you’re listening to my stuff, the streams go up! I need your clout.” you say as you run into admin and snap Toast’s neck and run back out casually, as if nothing happened. 

“Yeah, that’s how me listening to your songs on repeat works.” he says and you let out some sort of irritated groan.

“Shut up, smartass.” Just as you say that, somebody seems to find the body and you’re pulled into a meeting, where Rae susses both of you immediately.

“No, because both of you are always together! And someone always spots you walking by the place where the bodies are found! At some point that can’t be a coincidence, right?” she accuses, practically yelling into the mic.

“Of course they’re always together, check- check fuckin’ Twitter! They’re trending on like three different spots already!” Quackity jumps in, loud as always, and the lobby gives off mixed reactions.

“What? We are?” Dream asks, and Quackity confirms with a “yeah, man! Check!” and so he complies, quickly pulling out his phone to check the trending tabs. Sure enough, among the politics and sports, “DREAM Y/N”, “PRETTY BOY” and “DREAM FACE” are crammed, sat at 7th, 14th and 18th place, respectfully. A satisfied grin breaks out on his face. At least they see it, too.

“This has to be the first time Dream has trended for something heterosexual.” Karl points out, earning loud laughter from Quackity and Bretman, less loud on your part.

“Exactly! We’re a power couple! Stay mad!” You shouted, with Dream supporting you in the background, although still shyly adjusting his headphones every few seconds, unable to comprehend that oh, this is actually happening.

Both of you get voted out during the next few minutes, but that really means nothing to Dream - they actually do him quite a favor, because the two of you get to excuse yourselves and he sees those three familiar dots dance on his screen again as he leans back into his chair with a dopey grin, playing with the strings of his sweatpants, waiting for your next and next and next message. 

He opens Discord on his computer to type one last message into the groupchat before turning it off for the night:

Dream (03:14): maybe Minecraft wasn’t my calling after all

Dream (03:14): can’t believe I just met my soulmate on Among Us

#dream x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #dream imagine #dreamwastaken imagine #dream fanfic #dreamwastaken fanfic #dream fluff #dream x you #dreamwastaken x you #dream x y/n #dreamwastaken x y/n #mcyt imagine #mcyt fanfic #mcyt x reader

[hintofelation99]

Justice League Babysits Dick

Aquaman, picking Dick up from school

Aquman: Hi, kiddo. Batman had to go out of town, so you’ll be spending the night at the manor with the league.

Dick: Ok! Hey, wanna see a trick?

Aquaman: Um, sure?

Dick proceeds to jump out of the moving car.

————

Superman: I still can’t believe we are just going along with Batman bringing a CHILD out on patrol with him!

Flash: I still can’t believe we got talked into babysitting him.

Green Lantern (GL): More like ordered to, there wasn’t really a choice.

Wonder Woman (WW): All of you stop. Clark, the Robin is young, but he has the heart of a warrior. It is not our place to drive him from the battlefield. And you two, stop complaining Arthur will be back any minute with the Robin and I do not want the little bird to hear your fighting.

Flash: Oh there they are! Hey Arthur!

Aquaman: Here’s the kid. I’m going to bed.

GL: But it’s the middle of the day?

Aquaman: Spend a few minutes with the kid, then you’ll understand

GL: Oh, okay?

Dick: Bye Mr. Aquaman!!

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Dick: HimynameisRichardbutyoucancallme-

Flash: Okay kid, that’s a bit fast. Even for me.

Dick: Sorry! My name is Richard Grayson but you can call me Dick. Wait?! Are we using made up names? Okokok, forget everything I said before! My name is Robin! I’m an acrobat and I-

GL: Are we sure this is Batman’s kid? When did he even have time to raise a child

Dick: Oh, Bruce isn’t my real dad. He adopted me after I watched my parents fall to their death

GL: W-what?

Dick: Yeah they were murdered.

GL: ...

Dick: I still have nightmares about it

GL, whispering to Wonder Woman: why is he still smiling??

Dick: It’s to hide the pain

GL: I think I understand what Aquaman meant now. I’m gonna go to bed too.

Flash, muttering under his breath: Coward

Dick: Bye Mr. Green Lantern! Wow he seems odd, ya know Batman says he’s an imbecile but I don’t know he doesn’t seem [rambling continues for like 20 minutes]

————

Dick: Hey Mr. Flash, can I help you cook dinner?

Flash: You can call me Barry, Dick. And sure, I’d love your help. Can you fill this pot with water?

5 minutes later

Flash: HOW DID YOU SET THE SINK ON FIRE??

Dick: I DON’T KNOW??

————

Dick: Thanks for helping me with my homework Ms. Diana, Mr. Barry said he would but then Aquaman and Green Lantern called and he had to go.

WW: Of course little bird, I’m always happy to help. So question 1-

Dick: Hey Ms. Diana look what I can do!

Jumps from banister to chandelier to couch

WW: NO!

30 minutes later

WW: Clark, it’s your turn with the kid.

Superman: Oh my god, Diana are you okay??

WW: He just doesn’t stop moving? And he jumps off of everything, I think this child has a death wish!

Superman: Why don’t you head to bed, I’ll take care of him.

WW: Fine, just be careful, the kid will jump from anything.

————

Clark: Hey Dick, how about we play a game of tag?

Dick: REALLY?!

Clark: Yeah!

4 hours of non-stop tag across the roof tops of Gotham.

Clark: Ok, time to get ready for bed, alright?

Dick, trying to hide a yawn: Ok uncle Clark

————

The next day

WW: I feel bad for leaving Clark last night

GL: He was probably alright, probably.

Flash: The kid just had so much energy, and he set water on fire?

Aquaman: Why did we leave Clark alone with him?!

WW: It’s almost 10:30 and they do not appear to be awake. Do you think they’re dead

Clark: Haha ok I promise next Friday I’ll take you flying!

Clark and Dick walk into the kitchen with Dick on Clark’s shoulders looking calm, they’ve clearly been awake for hours.

Clark: Look who’s finally up!

Flash: You’ve been awake this whole time??

Clark: Yeah I took Dick flying and then to the park to burn some energy.

WW: But how did you keep him from trying to jump from fatal heights?

Flash: Or from setting things on fire?

GL: And what about he non-stop talking?

Aquaman: HOW DID YOU KEEP HIM FROM JUMPING INTO TRAFFIC??

Clark: He’s just... a bit energetic? All he needed was an outlet for that energy.

WW, smiling: It sounds like you found the Robin’s weakness

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#where is the line between fic and weird quote thing? #the world my never know #I imagine dick would be a huge shock to the league since he’s so different from Batman #batman #dick grayson #robin #nightwing #aquaman #arthur curry #wonder woman #diana prince #bruce wayne #green lantern #hal jordan #flash #barry allen #clark kent #superman #mypost

[joshuas]

content

♫ pairing: kwon soonyoung x gender neutral reader

♫ genre: fluff, established relationship au, slight humour, domesticity

♫ warnings: food mentions

♫ word count: 751

♫ prompt: “we’re watching [] and we can’t stop crying” and "now, i love you a lot but would you please stop trying to make me dinner, you suck" from this prompt list !

♫ a/n: a short fic for @ohoshi !! i hope you like it <333

♫ summary: soonyoung tries to cook dinner, suffice to say, it doesn't go to plan...

♫ taglist: @potato2earth @jadezircon @mostlikelynotmelissa @kwonthefire @soonshuas - send an ask if you’d like to be on the tag list !

“Babe, let me help you.” You sighed, watching your boyfriend, Soonyoung, fail to crack his eggs properly for the eleventh time. “No, it’s alright! I’ve got it. You go and relax.” He shooed you away. “How can I relax when you literally don’t even know how to turn on the stove?” You sighed, turning the handle on the stove for him. He muttered a quiet ‘thank you’ before putting some oddly cut vegetables on the pan. You held out your arm, stopping him, sniffing the air, “Do you smell that?” “Smell- oh, my body wash? Yeah I changed it because you said you didn’t like the lemongrass-“ “No! I mean, I’m glad you changed it but that’s not why I’m asking. I smell... OH MY GOD, THE DOUGH.”  You lightly pushed your boyfriend aside, opening the oven frantically as the smoke alarm went off, black smoke filtering the room from the open oven. “How long ago did you put this in?” You coughed, the smoke burning lightly at your throat as you opened all the windows. “Uh… two hours ago…” Soonyoung admitted bitterly, chucking the dough and the remainder of the failed meal away, his eyes drooped. As soon as you had cleaned up and turned the smoke alarm off, you were slumped on the couch, Soonyoung standing dejectedly. “What’s wrong?” You asked, concerned, patting the spot next to you. “I-,” he sat down, avoiding eye contact, “I wanted to make you dinner, Y/N. Without failing at it. But I basically burnt down the kitchen and made you more stressed when the whole point was to not make you stressed-“ “Soonie, I love you. Thank you for even trying. I’ll admit, it was a bit stressful having to get the smoke out and deal with a burnt oven, but I got through it. Why? Because I’m with you. Now, I love you a lot but would you please stop trying to make me dinner, you suck. So, are we going to order pizza and cry over Disney movies or do we not feeling like doing that today?” “Oh no, that’s a necessity. Can we watch the Lion King?” “You and your animals…”

Three pizza boxes and five tissue boxes later, there the two of you were, sprawled on the couch, sobbing your eyes out as you watched the Lion King. Your phone started to vibrate, bringing you out of your tear-filled trance, picking it up, you sniffled, “H-hello?” “Hi Y/N, I’m so sorry to bother you when you’re not at work but something’s come up with the case— are you okay?” Your assistant, Seungkwan, asked, his concerned tone clearly coming through the phone. You sniffled, “M-mhm, w-what’s up?” “You’re crying. Oh my god did Soonyoung hyung do some—“ “No! N-no it’s fine.” You stopped him. “Then why are you crying? Is it work?” He probed, worriedly. “No! It’s ugh—we’re watching the Lion King and we can’t stop crying.” You sniffed, your throat constricting again. “You’re… what? You know what, maybe now isn’t a good time…” Seungkwan rambled, saying loose excuses. “No, no. You have my full attention, just tell me.” You sat upright on the couch, Soonyoung groaning from the lack of contact as you moved his arm off your shoulder and your head away from his chest. “No! It’s really... really fine. Okay, bye!” He hung up quickly. Soonyoung snuggled close to you again, “Well, that was one way to stop him from bothering us.” “Okay, first of all, he isn’t a bother, he’s just working. And two, it was the truth.” You sighed. He cuddled closer to you, leaning his head on your chest, “Less talking, more lion king.” “Really? What happened to your tiger obsession. You realise we could’ve watched Life of Pi or something.” You raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, but you like lions better and I wanted you to relax, so I’m okay with ditching the tiger agenda for two hours.” He gave you a soft smile, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Oh my god, not Scar!” “What? No! I was too busy kissing you and I missed it. What happened?"

“You distracted me too! I don’t know what happened either-“ The two of you bickered, warmth settling in your heart from the love you felt for that man, regardless of his cooking skills or his ability to turn on the stove. Contentment. That's what it felt like.

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[asahipleaseloveme]

Leaves

Asahi x reader

Word Count: 1001

Warnings: none

Author's Note: Fall is my favorite time of year and I like to think it's Asahi's as well. I also realize I'm a sucker for accidental meetings involving coffee haha

The changing of the leaves indicating fall had always held symbolic meaning for Asahi. Getting rid of things that had served their purpose, but he no longer needed; clothes, knicknacks, junk he had collected over the previous year. Only recently, he had also broken up with his significant other. It pained him to do it, and it was possibly one of the most difficult things he had ever done. But he found that their differences were too great. The two were complete opposites and Asahi kept trying to fit the “opposites attract” trope. It worked for a short while, but now it just seemed that his significant other bullied him into what they wanted. He meant to do it sooner, but the timing was never right. When he saw the first orange leaf among the foliage of green, he knew it was time.

He tried to be as honest as possible, stumbling over his words only a few times. He was hoping it could be amicable, but the more he talked, the more he could see that hope dash out the window. Where Asahi was so quiet and level headed, his significant other was boisterous and hot-headed. They did not take the break-up very well. They made sure Asahi was aware of their displeasure by trashing his apartment and telling him off.

After the disgruntled lover left, Asahi sighed and began cleaning up the mess. He felt bad, but if this was any indication of how things would go down the road, he reassured himself that he made the right choice.

One day, when the leaves had mostly turned the vibrant reds, oranges, and yellows, Asahi was walking through the park to gain inspiration for a project he was working on. As he’s taking in the sights, his phone broke his concentration with a loud ding!

“Ugh,” he furrowed his brow as he read yet another desperate message from his ex. Ever since the break up, the ex had continued to message him multiple times a day. It’s funny; they told him to not bother texting them and to not beg for them to come back once he realized he made a huge mistake. Asahi couldn’t find it in himself to just ignore them completely. He would usually give a short, simple answer to their messages. But today, he was most certainly done with them. It wasn’t doing either one of them any good in terms of moving on. He was in the middle of typing out his final good-bye when he practically mowed you over. Both of you toppled over, phones flying, coffee spilling everywhere.

“Agh, oh my god, are you alright?” Asahi practically screamed.

You turned to look at the man whose face was as red as the changing leaves.

“I think I’m okay. But, it seems that my coffee spilled all over your book! Oh, no!” you pulled some tissues out of your jacket pocket and tried to clean up the coffee covered sketchbook. You ran out of tissues before you could clean off all of the coffee.

“I-I’m sorry. I couldn’t clean it all off.”

“No need to be sorry. I ran into you and caused you to lose your coffee...and all of your tissues. Thank you for trying.” He extends his hand to help you up. “Can I offer to replace your coffee? There’s a cafe not far from here,” he looked over his shoulder toward its general direction. He turned back to you, face still red, as he saw you were now flipping through his sketchbook.

“I’d like that! Say, these are really good!” you continued to flip through the pages. “Do you think you could show me some more of your sketches at the cafe?”

“Oh, uh, sure,” Asahi tucked a loose strand of his hair behind his ear.

You smiled at him before cleaning up the rest of the mess and handing him the sketchbook back. As you walked next to him, Asahi kept apologizing over and over. You kept reassuring him that it was really okay.

“Hey, it was an accident. Accidents happen all of the time. Except I usually don’t get to have some coffee with a handsome stranger,” you chuckled, hoping that would help ease his mind. Even though his face turned red again, he did seem to relax a little.

You ordered your coffee and Asahi ordered one, too. As you took a seat near the window, Asahi retrieved his coffee soaked sketchbook from his bag. He began showing you his sketches. Some did survive the coffee staining, while others were not as fortunate. Before you knew it, an hour had passed. Asahi reckoned this was the longest he ever talked without being interrupted, save for a few questions you had about some of the designs.

An ear piercing ringing disrupted Asahi’s current explanation.

“I’m sorry, give me just one sec,” he said as he shuffled through his bag for his phone. He stared at it for a few seconds before turning the ringer off.

“Do you need to take that? I should be going anyway. I’ve probably taken up too much of your time.”

“You’re not taking up my time,” Asahi started, “But I’m probably just rambling on at this point,” he gave a nervous laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“I don’t think you’re rambling. I think it’s more like explaining something to someone who has no knowledge on the subject,” you smiled. “I’m enjoying your company.”

Asahi grinned, “I’m enjoying your company, too. Would you want to exchange numbers and maybe meet up again?” He asked with an ounce of timidness.

Your eyes lit up. “I would like that, Asahi!”

He tried to hide his smile. There was just something about the way you said his name. You exchanged numbers and began to go your separate ways.

The leaves changing on the trees had always been symbolic for Asahi, and now he had another reason to enjoy the enchanting feeling of fall.

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[the-record]

The City of Romance

Summary: On Spencer’s mandatory leave, he plans a trip to Paris, France where he meets an unforgettable face.

A/N: I got this idea during my language class. Please excuse my terrible French, I am still learning. This might be 2 parts? Maybe 3? I’ll figure it out. Anyways if you have any ideas for this or other requests let me know! 

Italics: Translation French to English.

This is more of an introduction <3

Part 2, Part 3

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For as long as you remembered, you had stayed with your mom in France during summers and worked at her café. Specifically her café in Paris. It was a dream. She made lots of business and your family was already pretty well off. You met lots of people working this job, however one seemed to stick out to you.

“Bienvenue! Que puis-ie vous offrir aujourd’hui?”  “Welcome! What can I offer you today?”

“Sorry, I don’t speak French.” You smiled at the tall man in front of you. He was handsome and seemed kind but nervous.

“No worries. Welcome, what can I get you today?” He seemed relived at the fact you spoke English. You would’ve too. 

“Can I get a coffee, 2 boxes of macarons, and 3 chocolate croissants?” You smiled and typed in the order on the computer on the counter.

“Of course. Will that be all?” He smiled and nodded. “Great. Your total is 24.50.” He handed you the foreign currency and you started to make his coffee and box his treats. “Here you are. Have a great day...��

“Spencer. You too,” He looked at your name tag, “Y/N. I should be on my way, I have a flight. Bye!” You smiled and waved. 

The rest of the day you couldn’t get that boy out of your head. You were a little disappointed that he would have already left France but the thought of visiting your uncle made it better. You stayed with your mom in the summer and your dad the rest of the year. After he passed, your uncle had promised to take care of you while you were in America. You were a grown adult but that didn’t stop him. Even 3 weeks later, as you boarded the flight, you couldn’t stop thinking about Spencer. What did he need 3 chocolate croissants for? You need the delectable treats you brought for your uncle. He was going to meet you at his work and asked you to bring something for him. You couldn’t bring something just for him though, so you brought something for all of his team. You had never met his team but that didn’t stop you. They were his family, so they would be yours too. 

He met you downstairs on the ground floor after you got through security.

“Bella!” You smiled and basically ran to hug him.

“Uncle David!” He squeezed you tight. 

“How was Paris? And your flight?” You giggled a little.

“It was beautiful as always. You have to come visit me and mom some time. My flight was weird. Not in a bad way, I just met someone I guess and, never mind. How are you?”

“I’m good. I think coming out of retirement was definitely a good idea.” You both talked all the way up and all the way to his office. 

“Oh, I totally forgot. I brought you guys some stuff from the café. Mom started working with a local bakery and their macarons are just perfect. And don’t even get me started on the croissants.” You pulled out the boxes from your bag and placed them on his desk.

“I know just the person who would love some of these. Come on, I will introduce you to her first.” You smiled and followed him to a dark room with a wall covered with monitors. 

“Wow.” In such a dark space sat a bright colored blonde. Her outfit had lots of fun colors and her hair was curled. Her makeup and earrings were fun and exciting. Everything about her radiated good energy.

“Rossi what’s- And who is this beauty next to you? Hoping she’s not wife number 4.” You laughed.

“This is my niece Y/N. Y/N this is Penelope Garcia our technical analyst.” You held out your hand.

“It’s great to meet you Penelope. I heard you like pastries?” You held out a box and her face lit up.

“I love them! Ok wow, these look amazing, where are they from?” Her smile was huge as she looked at the croissants.

“Actually they’re from Paris.” Her jaw dropped. “My mom owns a café and bakery in Paris France. I’m just here during the year for school.” She is still stunned.

“Well wow. I don’t know what else to say. Wait yes I do. Thank for these!” You smiled.

“Of course. If you ever need some just tell David and they will be sent to your front door.” She held her arms out for a hug which you gave her.

“Alright, well I am going to take Y/N to meet the rest of the team. Bye Garcia!” She waved as you two walked out.

“I like her. She’s very fun. Not boring like you.” You joked. You saw a group of people standing over by a counter and that’s when you saw him. The man from the café. “Long time no see.” He was a little confused when he heard you, but when he saw you he understood.

“Oh hey Y/N. What are you doing here?” 

“I’m just visiting my uncle. So this is where you were rushing off to then?”

“Yeah.” You saw a small smile creep on his face. It wasn’t a lot but you noticed it.

“Woah let’s slow down here pretty boy. Rossi, who is this?” You stared over at the man next to him. He was tall with a strong build and holding a cup of coffee.

“This is my niece Y/N. Y/N this is Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, and I guess you already know Spencer.” You nodded.

“Yeah, yeah I do.” They all stared at you both positively bewildered. “Oh, uh he came by the café I work at. He got a bunch of macarons.” 

“Wait, you work where those came from?” The lady who was apparently known as Emily.

“Yeah, my mom owns it and I work there during the summer. Speaking of.” You pulled out a smaller box filled with cookies and macarons. “These are for you guys.

“Thank you gorgeous. I guess we may have to thank Spencer then for introducing us to these.” You giggled softly.

“I guess you will.” Your phone rang and you noticed the caller ID to be your mom. “Sorry. I have to answer this real quick.” You walked a few feet away before answering. “Salut maman!” “Hey mom!”

“Salut bebe! Avez-vous atterri?” “Hi baby! Have you landed?”

“Quais. Je parle en fait aux collegues de David. Puis-ie vous appeler un peu?” “Yeah. I’m actually talking to David’s colleagues. Can I call you in a bit?”

“Bien sûr. Je t'aime.” “Of course. I love you.”

“Je t'aime aussi. Au revoir.“ “I love you too. Bye.” You hung up the phone and headed back over to them.

“Well genius what did she say?” You laughed as you walked back.

“He wouldn’t know.” They all gave you an odd and ashamed look for asking him. 

“She’s right. I don’t know French.” 

“Spencer Reid. You have an eidetic memory and went to a new country and didn’t learn French?”

“Well I learned a little but I didn’t really need to learn any. A lot of the natives knew English.” You nodded.

“He’s right. And it was my mom, she was asking if I landed.” Suddenly another blonde woman popped over. JJ. You had met her before by accident. Last time you came to visit you had a late flight in and so when you came by David’s house he was having a dinner party but everyone had left except her. She wanted to get to know you and you got coffee. “JJ!” 

“Oh my goodness Y/N! What’re you doing here?” She pulled you into a quick hug.

“I’m staying with David now for school because of what happened.” She gave a sympathetic smile.

Your father had passed away from a house fire. He was a bit older and already had health issues so the smoke inhalation was too much and he sadly passed.

“That’s great. How’s school been going?”

“Pretty well. I take some extra courses during the summer so I am looking for a job currently because I have everything I need done.”

“What career are you going into?” Derek questioned.

“Teaching. Specifically elementary because I can’t stand teenagers. They do not hold back, and as great as some of them are, I want my kids to be able and come see there first or kindergarten teacher years from now. I think I may have found a school around here but they haven’t gotten back to me yet.” They all nodded. “Well I was going to get some coffee if anyone wants to come along.”

“Reid why don’t you go?” Derek was patting him on the break to try and convince him to.

“Uh sure. If that’s okay with you of course.” You smiled.

“Of course. Let’s go I guess.” You walked with Spencer out to your uncles car that he so kindly lent you for the time being. He kept your car at his mansion so you wouldn’t have to worry about it. “Where should we go? I don’t normally come down here with David so I don’t really know a ton.” You asked as you got into the drivers side.

“There’s a little coffee shop not to far from here.” He gave you the directions as you drove. When you got there you ordered a coffee and a sandwich. Truth be told you were starved.

“So what degrees do you have?” He sipped his coffee before answering.

“I have a PhD in math, physics, and engineering as well as 3 BAs.” You jaw was 6 feet under. You assumed he was smart but damn.

“Wow. That’s... Impressive.” You laughed softly.

“Yeah. What about you? You said you wanted to be a teacher.”

“I have a bachelors in elementary education and one in special education. That is more so I can be more inclusive in the classroom. Honestly it’s pretty smart to get one because all children learn in very different ways. Like me, I loved reading when I was a child but I learned better by listening and looking at pictures. Some children think noise is distracting or that bright fun colored pictures are so we have to think about all of them and not just the majority. So far I have found a lot of different teaching methods to cater to all students. It’s really interesting. Sorry I’m rambling aren’t I? I do that when I get excited.” He chuckles and shakes his head.

“Don’t worry about it. One time I told a detective that it’s safer to kiss instead of shake hands.”

“Ooh. Yikes. Don’t tell that to kids though, they will run around kissing each other and get some kind of disease I swear.” Conversation flowed easily between you both. You both took turns rambling while the other listened. It was comforting to have someone who actually listened and could understand you when you spoke a mile a minute. 

He couldn’t help but think the same. Most of his friends had teased him over his facts. You listened and asked questions. You didn’t cut him off or laugh. You were actually interested as was he when you spoke. You talked pretty fast but he managed to keep up. Before you realized it was no longer 1:30. It was 4:15. You had talked with him for hours and it only felt like minutes. You texted your uncle that you would just wait in the car for him but when Spencer got out you felt like you had to do it.

“Wait! Spencer!” He stopped and spun to see you running towards him. “Would you like to go out for dinner sometime? Maybe this weekend if you’re not on a case?” His smile was blinding.

“I love that.” You exchanged phone numbers.

“Perfect. Hopefully see you this weekend.” You placed a quick kiss on his cheek before running back to the car. He felt weak in the knees and thought he might collapse right then and there. Luckily he kept himself up until he got to the office. He was so excited and while he may not be religious, he prayed there wouldn’t be a case.

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[cosmiclatte28]

LOST (Hendery)

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"So where are we headed today, love?" The man in pink hair speaks to the camera while asking you who is sitting next to him in the waiting room. You look up from your phone and smile at the camera "We're taking the long flight to Oslo, Norway!"

Hendery nods and takes you into his arms. "We'll be having our first trip as an official couple." He grins and you nod, what's special about that come on… both of you had done a lot of trips together since college.

"That's it for now, we'll cut you to the video when we make it to Oslo. Bye!" Hendery waves and closes his camera lense. Oh yes your legal partner here runs a travel video log and inside he will tell his viewers about a trip, starting from which plane offers the best route, what to expect and bring. He also does the itinerary and tells tips and tricks on how to maximize your holiday experience. You and Hendery have been to a lot of road trips and countless memories. He has them all recorded on the camera and that makes your holiday even more cherishable.

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“We’re finally here!” Hendery greets the camera back in a thick jacket and you’re holding a warm chocolate drink in your hands.

You just nod at the camera, trying to warm your body from the cold air.

“It’s a long flight but we’re finally here! Our first stop is the hotel.”

You just open your map, trying to find the bus to the hotel but if you give up a taxi ride will be good.

You’re glad you both end up in the right place, not in another part of the city where none of you speak the language.

As the two of you finish checking in and resting in the big room. Well for two nights both of you are staying at the nice hotel because Hendery wants to treat you for your first wedding anniversary.

“Do you actually have a plan for this trip vlog already?” you ask Hendery after changing your clothes to a clean and fresh one while laying down on the big bed.

Hendery nods, taking out his tab and begins to open his document to recheck his plan for the video.

“Are you going to vlog the room? I am sorry I ruined the bed already.” you run your hand over the sheet trying to smoothen it out.

Hendery laughs and picks up his camera “It’s okay, stay there, I’ll take video of the other rooms. Some viewers want me to review a good hotel recommendation and I think this is nice,” Hendery begins exiting the door and you know your queue to be quiet. You see your husband entering the door and talking to the camera while showing some spaces here and there. You just sit on the bed, waving when he shows the viewers you and the bed. You don’t speak a lot in his vlogs, letting him do his hobby while you just enjoy your time here.

He ends the video and then rushes to change his clothes and finally lay down beside you.

“I am also tired. It’s almost dinner time, should we get something?” He offers you a restaurant that locals say is good and you just nod.

After both of you dress up and get ready, two of you take the public transport to reach the restaurant.

“We stop here, and take a 20 minutes walk.” He knows you’re okay with walking but you begin to doubt his maps when the path you two take starts to look dark and wrong.

“I guess we could just go back,” you hold on to his hand tighter, somewhat the air feels colder and you don’t see any more houses or roads here.

“Hmm but the map shows we’re close to the place and that local reviews are high for this place.” He still does what he always does, is stubborn and goes for the goal.

“It’s going to be great content!” he rambles on how he will make the story about how we get lost and then find the best restaurant.

You just sigh, tighten the coat you wore and walk with him through the wilderness path.

“Do you have the signal?” you raise your brow when you notice this is getting out of control.

He smiles “I lost it, but trust my instinct. I see a light there, maybe that’s the place.”

You seriously don’t know how both of you end up lost in the wilderness. You remember the bus stopping next to a bus stop, then both of you walk while talking and like having fun and suddenly there’s no more road and now here you two are.

You are busy watching your steps when Hendery suddenly hug you and scream

“What?!” you are ready to fight any wild animals jumping into sight but Hendery just pushes your head to see a small hut with outdoor seating and there’s some people there.

“Oh we made it.” you sound relieved but Hendery smacked your head

“READ THAT!” he points and you squint your eyes “I can’t read it, it’s in Norwegian.”

Hendery rolls his eyes “Outdoor sitting restaurant with Aurora view!”

Now you scream, because you choose to tag along to this trip also because you want to see the northern lights

“Told you we’re not lost!” Hendery kisses your cheek quickly. You turn red “Alright, we’re not lost, we just took the wrong path i guess.”

Hendery nods “If we use a car, we use that path, but we walked so it’s yeah silly.” he drags your hand to order something from the hut.

You don’t know anything and let Hendery order. He’s good with his broken Norwegian but look you already pick a table and your husband is back with a tray of foods and wine.

“She said the Aurora can be seen at any clear night and tonight is one of those night.” Hendery explains while pouring you a glass of wine.

There as you two make the video content, Hendery sharing his loss experience and you just sip on your wine, warming your body down.

“Made great content huh?” you ask as you lean into his shoulder when you begin to see the magical northern lights in the sky.

Hendery sighs and wraps a hand over your shoulder “I am never lost when I am with you, also you know how we always stick to a goal in life. See, the hard work of getting here is paid!” he kisses the top of your head while gazing at the magnificent green lights in the air.

“I am glad we found this place, the regular spotting place will be filled with tourists I am sure.'' He sounds proud as if he found you a more private place to watch the Aurora (which he did, judging by how only 10 couples are here).

“I love you” you kiss his cheek and Hendery laughs “Suddenly?”

You giggle and he smells the wine from your lips. “Ah, I know why.” He pulls you closer to his side and you lean your head on his shoulder.

“Thanks for finding this place, It’s very beautiful.” you whisper

Hendery just nod “Anything to bring a smile to your face!”

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[bellatrixxue]

Xue’s Supernatural Dare: Wendigo (S1 EP2)

Hello, everyone? How did everyone feel about the finale? Yes? Yes? Oh. Oh. Oh my. Oh, dear.

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell that half-assed homophobic chicken-shit fuckbucket’s not gonna stop me, since I strapped myself onto this roller coaster already and I promised I’m not getting out until the ride’s over, so here we go, wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Also, those who are in this roller coaster with me, ready? Tag list is: @fangirlxwritesx67​ @amazingiam00​ @kalliravenne​ @indecisive20something​ @2musiclover2​ @impossibletosleepthrough @there-must-be-a-lock​ @wingedcatninja​ @arvit​

Oh my gods this recap is so cheesy I actually can make a fondue out of it. 2000s, everybody!

A WHOLE MINUTE AND A HALF FOR THAT FONDUE

FUCKJUMPSCARETITLEFUCKYOU

So we’re starting the episode with the murder scene first, eh? Is that gonna be a trend?

Oh come on, Chads, you’re out in nature and you’re playing video games? Absorb the nature...before it absorbs you!

Waitwait. Holy shit is that...is that Cory Monteith? Oh, bless his soul...

If the wendigo eats his dick as he’s peeing I’m immediately giving Jensen Ackles $100. For no real reason, I just feel like giving him money for already carrying the show on his back.

I can’t tell if it did or not, so I’m not paying yet.

Aw, Sammy...

"I should have told you the truth.” *Vine voice* BUT YOU DIDN’T

FUCKYOUINTHEASSHOhnightmare. Nightmare. So did he visit her at her grave or not? I need answers.

A week? Goddamn. Poor thing. That man-eating tree’s fucking good at his job, man.

“There’s nothing there, it’s just...woods,” Sam, I don’t know if Jess’s death hit you hard or if you got into law school by eating some ancient dick and/or pussy instead of earning that high score fair and square, but the woods “in the middle of nowhere” (your words) are known to be one of the top places full of weird-ass creatures. Even kindergartners know that.

Ehehehehehehehehe he’s so smol next to his lil bro my lil shit

At least you’re coming up with decent covers this time. No Agent Mulder and Scully ruining things for you this time around.

“Bull” oop-

Oh Dean’s a smoooooooooth operator. Good going, buddy.

AND HE GOT A COPY OF THAT DOCUMENT TEAM DEAN TEAM DEAN

Oh that death really got to Sam. I hope he doesn’t turn out to be a trigger-happy psycho. Or eat the man-eating tree and become one himself.

Oh, Haley’s a cutie! Which one’s her brother? Cory? Discount Enrique Iglesias?

Do you have a card for EVERY profession, Dean? And how do I get them too?

That is a very pretty car. I bet they wasted half the budget on that thing.

Okay, sonny boy, little bro, Broseidon, calm down.

Ah, fuck, Haley and Broseidon is gonna go into the woods, that’s more heads to worry about.

How the fuck does Sam find information this fast? I’m impressed, I take five hours to get to one article for my research paper. Or maybe I’m just lazy. So he really earned his law school interview without having to eat dick and pussy, huh.

Every 23 years? What is this, Pennywise? Are we going to see the wendigo do his best Tim Curry do his best scary clown impression? Honk honk?

“Whatever that thing is, it can move.” And the sun rises on the East, Sammy. Why are you so smart and dumb at the same time? Is this his character trait? It might grow on me.

Ahhh, so Sam’s go-to move at interrogation is doing puppy dog eyes and sympathize with the person. He’d make a good lawyer, shame that man-eating tree.

Go Grandpa Exposition, go!

Go Grandpa Exposition, go, give us information and none at all!

OH GEEZ THAT SCAR. PENNYWISE WENDIGO IS VICIOUS.

Skinwalker, Back Dog...Ooh, those all sound cool! I hope we get to see them soon!

‘Corporeal’ doesn’t sound like a real word, but then again, English doesn’t sound like a real language. Sorry. Moving on.

Sam’s gonna eat the wendigo with that attitude, Jesus Christ.

AND HIS BROTHER, AT THIS RATE. If the real villain turns out to be inside Sam all along I’m gonna flip. Is that why women keep dying and burning on ceilings where he sleeps? Is he secretly Lucifer’s spawn or something?

“Oh sweetheart I don’t wear shorts”. They queer-coded him from the start and they tried to make you believe he was straight for fifteen seasons straight? And some people bought that?

Oh, crap, another crappy death treatment for Cory before he got into Glee...No, I wasn’t into Glee, I just watched a few episodes and I might hate Rachel Berry...And Lea Michele...ahem...

Dean is totally flirting with Roy shut upppppppp

OOP AND THERE ROY GOES OH THE SEXUAL TENSION IS HIGH IN THESE WOODS TODAY

“It’s probably the most honest I’ve been with a woman. Ever.” See. Bi. Bi bi bi.

So...why the coordinates, Daddy Negan? Is this a portal to Hell? A place where man-eating trees grow?

*carefully places death flag on Roy*

Ooooh the campsite is very...haunted house-y. You know what I’m saying?

That’s not Discount Enrique Iglesias, but Pennywise wendigo, yes? Those things can mimic human voices, right?

*Google searches*...There are so many versions of this tale I can’t even confirm or deny it. Dammit.

Maybe Pennywise wendigo just wants some snacks and a nice phone and GPS? Maybe he misses his family in uh, Canada or something?

Daddy Negan’s journal is  a e s t h e t i q u e .

I’m so sorry, but the way Sammy smirks as he speaks with those dark, dark voids for eyes? My boy’s a demon. He’s a demon, I’m telling you.

At least Haley has some sense to her. *puts another death flag on Roy*

*PUTS YET ANOTHER DEATH FLAG ON ROY*

True, that. What the heck is Daddy Negan up to with all of this?

“Saving people, hunting things, the family business!” Okay, the way Dean said it gave me chills.

I can actually empathize with Sam here...As whiny and bitchy as he is, he has his reasons to be this way. I guess if I were in his shoes, I’d be less of a Dean and more of a Sam, too. We deal with our losses quite similarly.

Ah, the brotherly bonding moments like these little talks make the show worth it. It’s so heartwarming.

Pennywise wendigo! I didn’t miss you, why’re you here to burst my happy bubble?

I’m starting to see a slight parallel between Haley and Broseidon and Dean and Sammy. Hmm.

Nice meeting you, Roy. Zoop you go.

Haley and Broseidon are taking this rather well, I’m glad they do.

Okay, actual exposition time, thank you.

Whoa, Broseidon speaks! Donner Party! Please don’t remind me of that! Those poor people!

Hibernation and food storage. Delightful, just delightful.

TORCHING? *CALLS RAMMSTEIN*

Somehow, not being able to see the wendigo is scarier to me than what I will probably see itself. Limited budget horror can actually work well.

Oh, dear, Roy literally did a death drop. Badum tissssssssss.

FUCK IT TOOK DEAN THE ONLY CHARACTER I CARE ABOUImean I love you too, Sam! Come on, let’s find him before it’s too late!

A trail of M&Ms! Yes, Broseidon! And Hansel and Gretel refercalled it. Sammy, you and I share the same wavelength?

SHITSHITTHEYTRIPPEDANDFELLINTHEFUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

Thank the gods the Pennywise wendigo kept them right there. Chances.

DISCOUNT ENRIQUE IGLESIAS IS STILL ALIVE GEEZ BUT ALSO PHEW

Ah, Dean Winchester, I love you so much that I can’t even begin to describe it.

Also how convenient that the flare guns are there. Deus ex machina!

Haley would bode well as a hunter, look at her courage, her will. There are more hunters around than Daddy Negan and the brothers, right?

Yeah, seeing the actual wendigo makes me less scared of it now. It’s unnerving, but still.

TEAM DEAN YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAW

Graphics are...alright, but it’s the thought that counts!

Running with the grizzly bear story. Smart Broseidon. Ben. Sorry, you deserve to be called by your real name. I think with practice they could become good hunters, along with their Discount Enrique Iglesias brother! Is there a fanfiction for that? Can I write it now?

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I AM WILLING TO DIE TO PROTECT DEAN WINCHESTER I

Haley’s a lesbian, that’s why she kissed him on the cheek only. Headcanoned. Also I have a crush on her, she’s really pretty? Like? Heart eyes???

Ah, the siblings parallels again. Let’s hope neither of the two brothers end up in the bed like that.

“Man, I hate camping.” Really. Really really. Really.

“I’m driving”

...

SAM WINCHESTER I’M SORRY I EVER SPOKE ILL OF YOU I WILL PROTECT YOU WITH MY LIFE TOO I PROMISE YOU I WILL

It’s just a sassy bisexual brother and his little snide bisexual brother on the road to kill evil creatures and find their father and I love this show? Help? Help???

I really, really see the charm of Supernatural now! I’m fully invested in both brothers and their story, and I’m cheering them both on! Let’s get Daddy Negan back and get rid of that man-eating tree once and for all!

Six stars out of five!

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This dare is introducing me to a whole new world, and I really, really am glad I took that jump a few days ago, man!

Thank you everyone for reading my ramblings, and I’ll see you in the day after with the next review! Thank you for sticking with me! Buh-bye!

- Xue

#xue's supernatural dare #spn #supernatural #dean winchester #jensen ackles #sam winchester #jared paladecki #text #i had a really bad day today with my constant pain and aching from the chemo #but this really brought genuine smiles to my face! #what a good show #what a wonderful show #how the FUCK did they fuck it up later #well #i guess i'll find out when i get there lmao

[moonlightchn]

~WHOLESOME WEDNESDAY~

Not to be a soft motherfucker but I've been wanting to do this again for a week now so I guessed I would try my best to fit as many of my thoughts here as I can without being annoying or tumblr fucking up plz bear with me heh but we know none of those are actually possible anyway so THERES THAT also this is fucking long wow ANYWAY

WARNING WORD VOMIT sjsjsjsj I dont even know what i wrote I'm sorry but I'm tagging yall anyway

Some of you I speak to on a daily basis, yknow? Like,, as admin. And its fucking insane because like- I don't know but like isn't it insane? sjajsjsj How fast some people come to grow in your heart and get under your skin and become so important for you. I think it's crazy. That in four months or so I've made more friends in here that in my whole life and I've learned so much about life and myself and I've gotten marked and some of you imprinted on my mind and heart forever. And like HELL I wasn't here when most big dramas happened but I was here for two very big ones and like??? idk it feels like all of us have been through shared crises and somehow grown closer sjajskwjs idk I'm weird and im sensitive today and I just feel like wow what would I be doing without all of you right now? probably studying. or scrolling Twitter in which I never spoke to anyone. or watching Instagram stories and getting sad over how all my ex class partners are still in contact and hang out and keep strong relationships while I just sit here. like, I know we all say this place sucks and we hate it and its toxic and don't get me wrong of course some people is fucking shitty and they take a toll on a lot of others but that like... it also happens in real life yknow?? but like in real life how many people do you think would actually idk sit with you through a panic attack or stay up with you till 8am or wake up in the middle of the night or rave with you or hype you up or have meme wars or send you daily jokes or just randomly tell you how much you mean to them or make posts asking where you are when you disappear or been gone for too long or make people that doesnt know you send you birthday wishes? like I'm not saying it doesnt happen but isnt it wonderful that it happens HERE with US where maybe out of 10 people only 2 know each other in real life? Isnt it wonderful that we're from all around the world? that you half of the time dont realize someone isnt from English speaking places because they're too good or even when they're not that good no one judges you because this is such an inclusive and wonderful place for people of all races and colors and sexualities and nationalities and body types and hair colors?

idk I'm just RAMBLING but like I wanted to let everyone know that even if we dont speak, even if we NEVER spoke, even if we're only on each others tag lists, or even if I was and you took me off or I took you off or if you deleted or if you have 817383 bots and you speak to me in all of them or only one or whatever PLEASE just know that I love you so much and I appreciate you and you're awesome and if you made some mistakes know that you CAN fix them you CAN learn and be better you CAN grow.

I believe that everyone is capable of learning and changing and everyone deserves a second chance as long as they genuinely show the intention of changing and bettering themselves. I believe that we're capable of forgiving and maintaining healthy relationships without hard feelings. I believe we all have goodness. I believe we all are small universes and we have stars in our eyes and supernovas in our brains and a million things to discover and I believe its funnier to be together than alone and I'm rambling again but like idk just yesterday I was sending someone a message telling them how maybe I'm fucking delusional and naive because who the fuck goes out on their daily saying "be skeptical. dont trust too much. always pay attention" but then after two days of talking with someone they're fucking platonically whipped and would sell their soul as long as they can see those around them happy? trick question I know many of you do too which WORRIES ME PLZ DONT PUT YOUR HEARTS ON THE LINE SO EASILY I drifted I forgot what I was saying oh welp

Anyway for some of you i have so much to say I could write endless paragraphs about you about admins and characters and life and wow I do speak a lot to admins sometimes I speak more to admins as admin that the characters and for some others I can only say a few things or wish you to have a good day some of you I only ever spoke to your character or we talked too little or never at all wow I say that a lot but like one thing yall have in common is that I love you so much even if you don't know me or dont care alright I dont care if you don't care I LOVE YOU and you can FIGHT ME if you dont wanna accept it smh I just want you to know that this place so many of you have been feeling is crumbling down or hurting them or isnt the same anymore is MY safe place too is a place where I feel comfortable and secure and I know, well decide to believe, that you guys would never do willingly anything to hurt another and yknow sometimes I just sit in bed and look at my account and I'm like wow I suck I should delete but then I'm like I could never do that to you I really couldn't because I've been told so many times I'm peoples safe place too and I would never want to take that away from you yknow

I mean I'm not gonna say we shouldn't pay attention to the bad things that happen because this is somehow our home and it's on us to protect it but I think that we shouldnt focus so much on it. because theres still so many good things that we overlook when we think of the bad or when we let things get to us or when we decide to act out of impulse and not think through stuff yknow

ANYWAAY what I'm trying to say is that I love you all so so so so so much and this is my safe place because you're here for me when I need it and I would never give you guys up for anything and like i have so many people for whom i stay daily and try my best and I hope that someday when you need a reason i can be that for you too because I've said this in private but I want everyone to know that this is my corner too and I will always fight for it and protect it so like we can all fight for it together whenever things get rough or you can leave me alone and maybe I'm being super dramatic and putting a lot of weight on this but I started overthinking like halfway and in just tthink that I want to keep yall close to me and my heart forever ok so stay safe and healthy and happy yeah fight for your happiness fight for what you deserve fight for what you want and don't let anyone ANYONE EVER take away from you your joy and your spark and your will to be yourself ok bye

#adminnie soft hours #is this even wholesome idk #ita word vomit #bye

[andie-cake]

sorry i cannot think of a good prompt but some emma and anya interactions perhaps?

This was the only thing I can think of with my soup brain, and it kinda failed the bechdel test, whoops. Also, I stole Emma's middle name being Juliet from @shhimavoidingsleep

"...Alright, see you then! Bye!"

As Emma ended the call, she couldn't fight the smile that was slowly spreading across her face. After weeks of having his number, Paul had finally asked her out. She could tell that he was into her, and she'd been patiently waiting for him to make a move. And just as Emma decided "fuck it, I'll ask him out to dinner tomorrow since he's clearly too shy to make a move", Paul had called her and asked if she'd be interested in going to the museum with him.

"Who was that?" Anya asked as she emerged from the bathroom in a pair of pajamas, her recently-cut hair still somewhat wet from her shower. "And what's got you smiling so hard?"

"Just a friend," Emma replied, tucking her phone away into her pocket. "We're going to the Hatchetfield Natural History Museum together on Saturday."

Her double's face lit up. "Ooh, really?" she said. "Would it be okay if I tagged along? I've been wanting to see that place for a while."

Emma looked down at her feet. "Oh, uh..." she stammered awkwardly. "It's kind of like a... a private thing, y'know?"

Anya tilted her head to the side like a confused puppy, before a look of realization blossomed in her eyes. Emma could immediately tell where this was going.

"Emma Juliet Perkins..." her double mused, a sly smile on her face. "Do you mean to tell me that you have a date?"

Yep. There it was.

Emma sighed. "...Maybe."

Anya let out an excited squeal. "Emma!" she exclaimed, rushing over to hug her roommate, much to said roommate's surprise. She pulled back from the hug, eyes wide. "What's their name?"

"It's Paul."

"What's he like?"

"He's nothing too special," Emma explained, hoping that would calm Anya down a bit. "He's a regular at Beanies. He's really nice, he leaves good tips, and he lets me vent to him on shitty days. He says he comes to Beanies because he likes the coffee, but I can tell he hates it. And he's got this really cute smile- what?"

Emma's rambling was cut off by the sight of a teasing grin slowly spreading across Anya's face.

"'Nothing too special', huh?" she repeated in a disbelieving tone. "Emma, you are totally into this guy!"

"What!? Shut up!" Emma sputtered, glad that Anya wouldn't be able to see the blush spreading across her cheeks. "He's just a nice guy that I enjoy talking with."

"And you were totally going to continue rambling about him for like another five minutes," Anya pointed out. Emma's gaze flitted off to the side, not wanting to acknowledge that her double was probably right. "I can read you like a goddamn book, Em. And the pages say that you've got a crush on mystery man Paul."

Emma rolled her eyes. "A crush..." she repeated with a scoff, turning around to sit on the futon. "What is this, middle school?"

"With the way you were talking, it might as well be," Anya remarked, sitting down beside Emma. She dramatically leaned up against Emma, fanning herself with one hand. "Omigosh, Anya! He's just such a nice guy, and he puts up with our shitty coffee just to talk with me!"

"I did not sound like that!" Emma protested in mock-offense at the weird valley girl-esque voice Anya had put on to tease her.

"And he's got such a cute smile!" Anya continued, laying the 'smitten teenage girl' act on thick. "He's just so nice, Anya, I wanna kiss him!"

Emma shook her head, fighting off another smile. "Anya, I swear to god, if you don't knock it off..."

"What? What're you gonna do?" Anya cut in, a playful spark in her eyes. "Huh? What're you gonna- ack!"

Before Anya could finish her taunt, Emma wrapped her arm around her neck, pulling her double into a playful headlock. She began to rub her fist atop the head of her roommate, who responded with a confused squeak.

"Hey!" Anya exclaimed with a frantic laugh, struggling in Emma's grip. "Emma, what-!?"

"It's called a noogie," Emma explained casually as she continued to muss up her double's still-damp hair with her fist. "And you've just earned yourself a big one!"

"Emmaaaaaa!" Anya whined playfully, still trying to free herself. She squeaked out another fit of giggles. "Okay, okay! I'll stop teasing you about Paul, just lemme out!"

With a compliant nod, Emma released her roommate from the headlock, and crossed her arms with a satisfied smile. Anya continued to snicker, running her fingers through her ruffled hair.

"Never do that again!" Anya exclaimed, her tone more rowdy than annoyed.

"Hey, if we're gonna keep this 'distant twin sister' act up, I gotta introduce you to the basics of siblinghood," Emma explained with a shrug. "Noogies are like sibling behavior 101. Be grateful I decided to show some mercy and not tickle you."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever..." Anya grumbled, still fixing up her hair. She looked to Emma with a soft smile. "For real though, I am happy for you. You better tell me every goddamn detail about this date once it's done."

Emma eyed her roommate, surprised by her sincerity. She found herself remembering being nine, teasing a then-fifteen year old Jane over her crush on her science partner, Dan Reynolds. The way that Emma had responded to Anya's teasing... Is that how Jane had seen her back then? Was Emma really starting to see Anya as a little sister? She returned the smile.

"Will do, Anya."

#factory reset fic

[general-kenobi357]

Someday Soon-Chapter 4

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem!OC

Summary: Secrets start to create more tension within the Pogues, even more so when Kooks start to get involved.

Word Count: 3.1k

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There's a moment in every kid's life when you feel like anything's possible. When you feel like you've got the total mojo. You could, I don't know, free-climb El Capitan, land on Mars, or, uh... get elected president. The whole world's there for the taking if you've got the sack to go for it.

And then, when you least expect it, some Kook shows up and tells you there's no eternal mystery. And then all that talk about free-climbing and Mars and the president... bullshit.

Magic gets cancer and dies.

“It's not there. Look, just... just pull the drone up.” John B instructed Pope. We had searched all over the ocean floor and found nothing but the figure head that used to stand at the bow of the ship.

“Shit.” I muttered, the storm was picking up as the thunder grew louder and the lightning closer to where we were, I entered the cabin where JJ was still trying to hold the boat steady. We hadn’t spoken more than five words to each other since him and Pope had picked me up the day before, I figured it was time. “You need any help?”

“Nah, but if you have 400 mil lying around, I’d be happy to take it off your hands.” He joked, bringing a smile to my face before a comfortable silence fell over us and we continued to listen to the rest of the Pogues outside.

“Look, we can do another pass. Recharge the battery.” Pope suggested. “We can... we can go back down.”

“We've done it three times. There's nothing there.” JJ spoke up competing with the loud wind.

“Shut up! The gold could be buried. We don't know.” Kie reasoned, still hopeful.

“If it was there, it would've been found on the metal detector, okay? Somebody beat us to it.” John B told her.

“Or it was never there.” I mumbled. The more we searched the more the stories started to sound impossible.

With the thunder rumbling we all pitched in to bring in the drone before JJ drove us back to the dock.

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After we got back onto dry land the group all parted ways, promising to see each other later on that evening.

Once I got back to my house I changed into some dry clothes before making my way into the main room to see my mom sitting on the couch, I could hear Emmy in her room playing.

“Hey Hon.” My mom spoke up, setting down the book she was reading. “Where have you been all morning?”

“Oh we took Heyward’s boat out, trying to catch some fish. JJ’s cousin told him you can get spearfish out in the open water.”

“Did you catch anything?”

“No the storm picked up, we had to head back in.”

“Well that’s too bad. Maybe next time.”

“Yeah, maybe next time.” And even though my mom didn’t know what we had really been looking for, her words gave me a little hope, maybe we could still find something.

“Hey, are you and your friends going out later?” She asked after a few minutes.

“Um, I don’t know. Kie was talking about taking us to an outdoor movie over on Figure Eight.”

“Oh you used to love those as a kid, do you think they would be okay if Emmy tagged along?”

“I can ask. Kie was going to pick us all up in a little bit.”

“Thank you. I just don’t want her to miss out on everything you got to do when we still lived over there.”

“I know.” I replied with a smile. Ever since we had moved to the cut and Emmy was born, she had been trying to give us everything she possibly could.

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A few hours later I was in my room when I heard a horn outside. Quickly I got up grabbing the bag I had packed before going to find Emmy. She had moved to the porch as the day progressed and the house got hotter.

“Em, you ready to go?” I asked her.

“Yep!” She said standing up. “Wait I have to go say bye to Mommy.”

I watched her run back into the house, before I followed behind her.

“Have fun you two.” Mom told us as she pulled Emmy into a hug. “Don’t forget bug spray, and not too many candies alright?”

“Okay Mommy.” Emmy said nodding her head.

“Here.” Mom said standing up and passing me a couple of bills. “It should be enough for tickets and a treat for each of you.”

“Thank you.” I told her, folding the bills to fit in my pocket. I knew it wasn’t enough for all that, but it would be enough for tickets and I had some tip money from yesterday to buy Emmy a treat.

“Have fun you two!” She called as we went to meet Kie who was waiting by the road.

“Hey.” I greeted as we approached her car. “Is it alright if Emmy tags along.”

“Yeah of course.” Kie said smiling, I had a sneaking suspicion that my friends might have preferred her to me most days.

“Okay Em, get in the back.” I instructed opening the door for her. “Are we picking up the boys?” I asked.

“Yeah they're our next stop.” Kie told me from the front.

“You gotta sit in the middle seat.” I told Emmy, before buckling her seat belt.

“I don’t want to sit with the boys.” Emmy whined. “They smell bad.”

“They don’t smell bad.” I tried to defend the boys who weren't there to defend themselves, as I got into the front.

“Well…” Kie trailed off defending Emmy’s point. We all laughed as she pulled out of our driveway and down the road to JJ’s house.

As we pulled up, the two boys were waiting by the curb for us, Pope looked scared while JJ looked as if he were preparing for something. They greeted us all as they climbed into the backseat and before long we were en route to Figure Eight.

“Are you guys sure you want to go to this thing?” Pope asked about halfway into the drive.

“What?” I asked turning to look at him. “You love these movies.”

“Well maybe we’re just not feeling it today.” JJ defended Pope’s statement.

“What is up with you two?” I asked, I couldn’t help but wonder if it had to do with whatever had happened yesterday.

“Yeah, what is up with you two?” Em asked, parroting what I had just said. It was one of her current favorite things to do, after she heard me taunting John B the same way a couple months ago.

Her comment was enough to break the tension that had been building in the car, as it brought a smile to all our faces.

“Don’t worry Princess, we’re just bein’ weirdos.” JJ told Emmy, using the nickname he had started using a while ago when she had joined us all for a boat ride and declared herself the Princess of the water.

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“I'm so glad that they're still doing this.” Kie told us as we gathered all the stuff we had brought from her trunk. “Keep calm. Carry on. Back to OBX life. You know? Aren't you glad I made you come?”

“Ecstatic.” Pope replied in a monotone voice.

“My couch was pretty comfy, I'll be honest.” JJ added.

“Okay, Em? I’m gonna go with Kie to get your treat okay? What do you want?” I asked, setting down my bag.

“Um…” She thought, putting a hand on the side of her head. “Popcorn!”

“Okay.” I replied with a smile, moving to where Kie was waiting. “JJ can help you put out your blanket okay?” I told her before I turned to look at JJ, he gave me a thumbs up as I began to follow Kie to the concession.

“Hey, uh... can I get two Pepsis, please? Oh and a popcorn?” Kie asked the guy behind the counter.

“Oh I can buy Emmy’s food.” I told her, feeling a little guilty.

“No, don’t worry about it, did you want anything?” She asked, pushing away my hand which held a few bills.

“No, I’m good thanks.” I replied, as we waited for our order.

“Hey, Kie.” I heard Rafe Cameron call out from behind us.

“Hey.” Kie responded uncomfortably.

“What's up? How are you?” He asked, it seemed like he only noticed her. But it didn’t surprise me, I was generally looked at as the help.

“I'm fine.”

“Good, good. Um… Tell your boy that we know what he did.”

“Sorry, what boy are you talking about?” I finally asked.

“Uh, he'll know.” He told us. “Bye.”

“Douche.” Kie muttered as Rafe walked away. “What was that about?”

“I have no idea.” I told her truthfully as we made our way back over to the boys and Emmy. “Nobody will tell me anything.”

“Just saw Rafe, and he said, and I quote, <Tell your boy that we know what he did.> What is that?” Kie asked as I sat down between Emmy and JJ, handing her the bag of popcorn.

“Um… Where is he?” JJ asked nervously looking around.

“Right there.” I told him pointing behind us as we all turned.

“Great, the whole death squad.” Pope muttered.

“Don't stare, bro.” JJ warned turning around. “If they corner me, I'm coming out swinging, okay? Slice and dicin'. I'm on edge right now.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Pope confirmed, with every word they exchanged I was more confused.

“If that doesn't work, I got this right here.” JJ reassured Pope pointing to his bag, I was no longer confused, now I was just pissed of knowing exactly what he was referring to. How could he be that dumb.

“Yeah, yeah. So, we just gotta stay in the group. They can't get us in the group. Like a school of fish. Stay in the school. Can't leave the school.” Pope started rambling.

“I'm sorry, stay in school? Please tell me that you did not bring a gun here.” Kie asked, looking at the pair.

“JJ, there are kids. Emmy is here.” I reminded him.

“Sweetheart, I didn't bring the gun. Everything's fine, okay?” He told me with an unconvincing smile.

“Wow, thank you. That's really convincing. I love that, JJ.” I said, knowing he was lying.

“Founding principle, you guys. No secrets amongst Pogues.” Kie reminded them, which made me laugh bitterly. I was pretty sure everything Pope and JJ had said to me since yesterday had been lies. “What is Rafe talking about?”

“Kie, it might go down tonight.” Pope told her.

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“<Might go down tonight.> What did y'all do?” Kie demanded.

“Deny, deny, deny.” I heard JJ mutter to Pope. Shaking my head at Kie before I turned to look at Emmy, who sat blissfully unaware as she enjoyed her popcorn.

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About halfway into the movie I heard the boys whispering to each other. Before they both stood up.

“Hey, where are y'all going?” Kie asked as they began to walk away.

“We gotta wring it out.” JJ responded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“You gonna hold it for each other?” She criticized them as they left.

The pair had been gone for a few minutes when out of the corner of my eye I saw three Kooks head in the same direction JJ and Pope had gone. Glancing at Emmy to make sure she stayed put I shuffled closer to Kie.

“I think somethings wrong.” I whispered in her ear. “Three Kooks just headed off to where JJ and Pope went.”

“They’ll be fine, they have the gun, Rafe wouldn’t try anything here.”

“The gun is still in JJ’s bag.” I informed Kie, holding up his backpack.

“Shit.” She muttered, taking the bag from my grasp. “You stay with Emmy I’ll go make sure they get this.”

I moved back beside Emmy as I watched Kie walk away.

“Where is everyone going?” Emmy asked, curiously.

“Nowhere don’t worry, just watch the movie.” I told her, unable to take my own advice.

A few more minutes past as I sat thinking the worst had happened to my friends, until suddenly the bottom of the screen lit up on fire. The crowd began to scatter as more of the screen was engulfed in flames.

“Fuck.” I muttered under my breath, trying to decide what to do. “Okay come here.” I told Emmy picking her up, I knew I couldn’t leave her here alone but I wasn’t sure what I was about to walk into. “Close your eyes okay? Don’t open them until I say so.” I told her as I walked over to where I had seen all my friends go.

As I walked around behind the movie screen which had now been reduced to ashes, I could see Rafe and his goons running off and in front of me Pope, Kie and JJ were all laying on the grass. But I could see them all moving.

“Oh, thank you.” I mumbled, not entirely sure who I was thanking. Pope and Kie were sitting beside each other so I made my way over to JJ with Emmy still in my arms. With my free hand I helped him before pulling him into a hug.

“You’re squishing me!” Emmy called out from between us.

“Sorry Em.” I apologized, letting go of JJ and setting her down. “It’s okay, you can open your eyes.” I told her noticing that her eyes were still squeezed shut.

“Are you okay JJ?” Emmy asked, her voice quiet.

“Of course I am Princess.” He reassured her, scoping her up. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Izzie was swearing and I was worried when you and Pope left.” Emmy explained, ratting me out in the process.

“Iz, swearing in front of the Princess?” JJ asked, feigning a look of shock before he went back to talking to Emmy. “Come on let’s go get your stuff.”

I let out a sigh of relief before I followed the group back to where all of our stuff had been left. As I packed up my bag I heard JJ explaining to Emmy that it was all just a game that they were playing and that she didn’t have to worry about any of it. All I could do was hope she wouldn’t tell my Mom.

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After dropping off the boys, Kie drove me and Emmy home. The drive was silent partially due to the fact that Emmy was passed out in the back seat and partially due to the fact that neither of us wanted to talk about what had just happened.

Once we had arrived I grabbed my bag before getting Emmy from the back seat. Kie unrolled the window to wave goodbye to me.

“Thank you.” I said to Kie with a smile. “For everything.”

“Of course, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She replied, waving as I made my way to the front door.

It wasn’t until I had closed the door behind me that I heard the tires of Kie’s car drive off. My Mom was sitting in the kitchen with a cup of tea reading by a candle when we got inside. I quickly went and put Emmy into her bed before I joined her.

“You two are home earlier than I thought, wasn’t it a double feature?” She asked me.

“Yeah, um some kids messed with the screen and they couldn’t play the second movie.” I explained, pulling her into a tight hug.

“You okay?” She asked concern laced through her words.

“Yeah I just missed you.” I said, pulling away.

“Okay.” She said not sounding entirely convinced.

“Goodnight.” I said before I walked out of the kitchen and into my room.

“Goodnight!” She called as I closed my door.

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The next day the Pogues-minus John B, who no one had heard from-were gathered at Heyward’s discussing the events of last night.

“Don't let it get in your head. Three of them and two of us.” JJ reassured Pope, who was still on edge. “That's typical Kook shit right there.”

“Hey, Pope, someone here to see you.” Heyward interrupted, Deputy Shoupe trailing behind him.

“Evening, Officer.” Pope said, suddenly seeming even more on edge than before.

“I have an arrest warrant for felony destruction of property.” Shoupe told him blatantly. “Hands where I can see 'em.” He instructed beginning to cuff Pope. “Young lady, out of my way.” He said pushing past Kie as we all followed him outside.

“Whoa. Shoupe, what'd he do?” Heyward said, confused.

“Look at the warrant.”

“You're arresting him? You're just arresting my boy?”

“Be careful!” Kie shouted as Shoupe continued to read Pope his rights.

All of our voices seemed to mix together as I tried to figure out what was going on.

“It wasn't him!” JJ yelled over all of us, everyone else fell silent. “It was me. He tried to talk me out of it, but I was mad because he'd just been beaten up. I was so sick of those assholes from Figure Eight that I lost my shit. I can't let you take the blame for somethin' I did. You've got too much to lose.”

“JJ, what are you doing?” Pope asked and all of the sudden I realized what was going on and what they had been keeping from me.

“I'm tellin' the truth.” JJ explained, he was staring at me as if he wanted to say something more. “For once in my goddamn life, I'm gonna tell the truth. I took his old man's boat, too.”

“JJ, come on.” Pope tried to stop him.

“Just shut up, Pope!” JJ shouted. “Just shut up. He's a good kid. You know where I'm from.”

“Yeah.” Shoupe agreed.

“This was all me.”

“That's the whole truth?”

“Whole truth, swear to God.”

“I know what you think, damn it, I'm asking Pope.”

“Yeah, that about covers it.” Pope stated, as JJ nodded at him.

Shoupe sighed before uncuffing Pope and putting JJ into his car. I could hear Pope cursing from behind me as Kie and Heyward tried to calm him down. But all I could do was watch as the cop car drove off leaving me standing in the street, tears streaming down my face. Realizing I hadn’t even said goodbye.

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