#oh also for those who know 31 minutes | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

hxlcyon · 1 year

Text

❥ ❥ ❝ miss me already? ❞

ace trappola x gn!reader | wc: 6.8k~

summary: your boyfriend (of now approximately a minute and 47 seconds) makes a bet with you: “those idiots”—your best friends of first-years—won’t even notice a thing even if we weren’t dating.” and the funniest part? he’s probably right.

warnings: pure fluff! shenanigans! lots of cursing! friends (idiots) to lovers. one joke gendered term of milady but i think that meme is gender universal lol (coming from a masc nb)

a/n: this is for @dulcesiabits's “who is the prefect dating?!” collaboration on tumblr! thank you so so much for allowing me to write for ace, the little man, the stinky guy. also MAJOR shoutouts to lily and ct for wading through this mess, i appreciate you more than you know

“Thanks for covering me.” Your sigh is accompanied by a satisfying crunch beneath your shoes, a stray leaf the unfortunate target of your latest frustrations. “Even if you were late to class.” It wasn’t like being caught on your phone by Trein was the worst of your worries, but a death sentence of papers and reprimands was, in fact, preferably avoided if you could help it.

“You owe me one.” Ace replies airily, slowing his stride to bump your side with his bag. “What’re you going to do without me?” Like he wasn’t the asshole who made you check your phone because of his sudden impromptu reenactment of an earthquake via spam text.

08:30 [ ace ]: fuck im late

08:30 [ ace ]: HELP

08:31 [ ace ]: distract him

08:31 [ ace ]: catch something on fire idc

08:33 [ ace ]: i cant believe ur gonna make me take the L

“Have an easier life, that’s for sure.” He makes a vague noise between a squeaky trumpet and a chicken, looking as if you’ve insulted generations upon generations of the Trappola bloodline with a single throwaway comment. “What was I even supposed to do?” Several expressions cycle on his face—focused, thinking, trouble—before he makes a decision and steps closer to you to ‘accidentally’ swing his bag into you again... only to eat shit as you retaliate and shove it back.

“Told you, catch something on fire.” However, the movement is enough to make you lose your footing and free fall to the ground; about to meet miserable, sweet, concrete Death before Ace grabs your arm and catches your face with his chest. “Not that.” Whatever you say next comes out muffled, noise and mind distorted by the smell of cherries?

But, the peace doesn’t last long, especially with Ace, as he pulls back enough for you to catch his lips twitching with another one-liner. “Oooh, can’t take your hands off of me.” He instantly catches your next fist, “if you like me this much, just say so.”

“Oh, Ace.” Time to switch tactics. You latch onto the front of his shirt, tightening your fists with enough force to wrinkle both his blazer and vest. “You’re totally sooo cool and don’t pick your nose and I am sooooo deeply in love with you that I just,” he begins cackling as you shake him, “can’t-help-but-choke-you-out!”

“What happened to boundaries? No safe word?” It doesn’t matter that he’s practically being rag-dolled for all of NRC to see, no matter how much you try to shake and activate that one brain cell of his, giggles continue to keep spewing out, taunting and delighted.

“I hate you—just! Shut! Up!!” You’re gonna throttle him. No one’s gonna find his body, not if you can help it.

“Wow, love you too.”

“Sure don't act like it!”

“What? I do!” You let up and he doubles over, gasping as he breaks into another fit of giggles. “How can I not?” He rubs his hand over his face, winded as he looks up at you, red eyes shining.

“What? Say that again? One more time for the audience in the back.” It’s meant to be an innocent tease, but for some reason, it sparks a knee-jerk wide-eyed reaction from him as a simple word slips from the depths of his very soul.

“Shit.”

“What?” You repeat, squinting at him. “What you just said, right? Going on about how I’m so lova—”

He begins to bounce restlessly in place, words coming out harsh and forced. “I didn’t say that.”

“Are you seriously trying to gaslight me? In broad daylight?”

“No. That was just a normal thing, you’re making it weird. Geez.” His iconic smirk warbles and it almost seems as if the heart over his eye begins to grow runny.

“What does that even mean?”

“Definitely not what you’re thinking.”

“Ace.” His whole body is flushing. It’s enough that you can make it out from his ears to the sliver of skin at his wrist. “Look at me.” He refuses, half a second from booking it. “Do you—”

Then, suddenly filled with resolve, he faces you properly... only to cup your cheeks and squish them together between his palms. “Ooooh we’re never going to talk about this! Let’s move on~” The voiceover is the worst that you’ve ever heard, high and lilted with fear and cheap falsettos.

The sound of your palms practically patty-caking Ace’s face into a sandwich bounces against the statues of the Seven surrounding you (what a familiar place). He winces but doesn’t let go as you two proceed to stand in an awkward, competitive deadlock. “I’m not letting go until you tell me what’s up.” You manage through squished lips.

“You’re annoying.” He grits his teeth in irritation, staring straight at your forehead like he was weighing the outcome of embarrassment and pain if he head-banged you and ran.

“No, you.”

“You’re such a kid.” Ace wiggles under your grip, attempting to escape only to fail to your stubbornness. “It took you this long to notice my feelings? Sevens, how dense can you get?”

You roll your eyes. “If you want to actually go out, the offer is about to expire in approximately three seconds.”

“Wait.” His grip slackens.

“Three...” You begin counting. “You’re kidding me.” His lips twitch, throat bobbing as panic begins to settle in.

“You’re not going to really make me—” You finish off in a singular breath. “Twoone.”

“Wait, that’s cheating—hold up!”

“Should’ve confessed your undying love for me.”

“You’re the worst. You’re literally the absolute worst.” His thumb traces hearts on your cheekbones, words coming out breathless as the tension finally drops from his body. “Is this what you do? Play with a poor man’s feelings? Heart breaker much?”

“Yeah yeah, let me go and hold my hand already.” He obliges, shaking his head disbelievingly as his fingers come down to intertwine with your own. His grip is tight, assured this time as his pulse drums loud and steady against your wrist. Without a word, he squeezes your hand, just once, unabashed affection making itself fully apparent with your permission.

Though, you only get four steps ahead before Ace interrupts, “You had a crush on me? That’s embarrassing.”

“Oh my God. I can’t believe I’m going to break up with you already.”

“Too late. You signed the contract, breaking it involves a fee of seven million madols by tomorrow.”

“Did I? Did I really? You didn’t even ask me out yet.”

With his free hand, he crosses his thumb and pointer, winking at you as he brings your interlocked hands up and presses a kiss to them. “Milad—”

“No.” He snorts, dropping it to swing your hands.

You see his mouth move, and the possibility occurs to you that maybe, for once in this lifetime, he’s about to say something profound. What comes out instead is: “Wouldn’t it be funny if we pretended we weren’t? Dating, I mean. Just for a week.” The grip on your hand gets tighter as he quickly backtracks, bothered. ”We’re still going to date afterward—no it’s non-negotiable—but I bet the guys wouldn’t notice a thing out of place.”

“Why?” Wasn’t Ace the type to hold it over their heads? Or, at the least, take the opportunity to be obnoxious about it?

“They’re the types who won’t notice even if you write it on their foreheads.” Reward of the year for I-Love-My-Friends goes to Ace Trappola, without a doubt. “Wanna see if they have a chance of noticing if we don’t tell them outright.”

You think about it for a moment, “Bet you’re gonna be the first one to expose yourself.”

“Says you.” He takes the opportunity to lean into you, lanky arms taking up space at your sides. “I’ll even bet Deuce on it.”

Not very far off in the distance, Deuce sneezes into his arm (properly! just like his mom had told him). “Ah, am I getting sick...?”

14:30 [ ace ]: “miss me?”

"What? Need me to say I do?” There’s an airy sort of tease to your tone, feather-light as it drifts down the empty halls. ”Down bad much?"

It’s entirely by accident that Jack—of all people—manages to overhear you as he scrambles to adjust his hold on a stack of boxes dangling precariously off of his arms. Did he just hear that correctly? The Ramshackle Prefect having a private conversation with... family (well, that doesn't make any sense considering your circumstances)? A long-distance friend...? Possibly?

“That’s not a no.” A lover?

“Loser, why wouldn’t I miss you?" His ears flatten with embarrassment, mentally cursing himself for having such good hearing as he presses his shoulder flat into the wall—a feeble attempt to stabilize the boxes. It worked, only temporarily, to slightly balance the cardboard already determined to give him several concussions.

After all, it’s not as if he could help the size of his ears or what they just happen to catch. It wasn’t like he meant to eavesdrop, especially on what seemed like such a private conversation. If he wasn't pressed for time or currently violating OSHA regulations, he would’ve absolutely upped and turned around to leave you to your privacy. You know... to be a good friend. But life (whoever said it was lemons didn’t consider it could be entire box fulls) was working against him. Dorm meetings, teacher favors, and the weight of the world practically rested in the room beyond—with you being the unintentional final boss blocking his way.

Whoever is on the other end seems to mirror his embarrassment, although for entirely different reasons. "Wow. It's almost like you like like me." The voice cracks, tinged pink as it trails off into a pathetic warble of a comeback.

"I mean... yeah? Isn't that obvious?"

The poor person on the other end starts to choke, "That's fucking cheesy." To each their own, but that sentiment was sweeter than it was cringe... at least, it was in Jack’s opinion.

Suddenly, something tips from a box and lands squarely on his head—right between his ears. The jarring sensation sends a jolt through him, lightning quick, and makes all his brain cells freeze to one singular thought: Wait. Like? Like... like? Can’t be. You literally said otherwise yesterday at lunch.

It was unclear how it exactly got from point “quit that, give my food back” to point “you ever think you’ll find someone here?” He really didn’t have any intentions, it was an absent-minded question. Really. But to say he wasn’t actually curious of your thoughts would be a complete lie.

“Relationships? At our NRC? Less likely than you think.” A fork hung from your mouth, suspended in your sarcasm. He distinctly remembers you squinting at him, huffing as your arms come out to gesture to the rest of the students surrounding you.

The fireplaces have exploded. A torrent of magic, roof high and smoldering, blazes unmercifully across students unfortunate enough to be close. There’s screaming. An entire portion of a half-eaten (and now charred) pastry lands directly on your lap. Someone breaks a window.

...All because a stray fire fairy in the kitchen got slop thrown on it.

Your brow goes even higher as if to further contest his comment.

Fair enough. Jack had thought, handing you a napkin and ending the conversation at exactly that.

Did you suddenly change your stance? Was romance blossoming right under his nose?

And... doesn't that voice sound kind of familiar?

“Like you don’t like it.” He hears you laugh sweetly, “You gonna break my poor heart and pretend otherwise?” He can hear something akin to muffled cursing on the other end of the phone, rising in pitch, denial, and excuses. ”Eh? Did he hang up...?”

There’s absolutely no way for him to prepare for the sequence of knob to hand to sheer, unadulterated pain as the door slams wide open and straight into your eavesdropper. "Jack?!"

Despite all his mental prayers to the Seven and a desperate grip, the boxes are knocked straight onto him and the floor, scattering an assortment of odd trinkets all over the ground. "Tsk—!" A broken bottle filled with some type of odd oil quickly spreads across the floors, making you both slip around and tumble until your knees pathetically hit the floor "Ow!"

“Jack... what the hell is this?”

Given up, no longer thriving, and lying face-down in the middle of the hall, Jack huffs out, “potion materials for Crewel.” His words come out loopy and muffled with a bit of a haze to them as his arm reaches forward and attempts to grab an orb spinning its way down the hall. He misses by just a hair and grunts in frustration as he begins to push himself up. “Were you...” He starts before abruptly stopping himself, that’s none of my business.

You snatch up a stray pen rolling away on the floor and toss it into a box. “What were you saying?”

“Nothing.” He dismisses you with a shake of his head, clearing away some of the earlier haze. ”I just need to get into that room.”

“...Oh!” You have to avoid grimacing or slipping as the oil seeps into your clothes, but gingerly the two of you slowly manage to become upright once again. “Here, let me help then.” He beams at you in appreciation as the both of you make quick work of the scattered materials. Recovering what you can of several broken bottles, everything gets put back into place and Jack is sent back on his merry way to his dorm—only a minute pressed for time.

When he arrives, out of breath and with shirt sleeves stained olive oil yellow, Jack groans, unable to hold back his immense disappointment. Was the whole catastrophe earlier for nothing? Were they really having a dorm meeting about someone making “snowmen” out of people’s shedding?

Pause. Wait. That is really weird.

Several Savanaclaw students squabble, pointing fingers at each other while Leona lazily watches on uninterested. Jack begins to astrally ascend out of sheer disbelief, scuffing his foot into the floor as someone attempts to sneak away—only to have multiple shoes thrown at their head. Loud conversation floats vaguely in and out of his head, but something much more pressing catches his attention. The Prefect dating someone... couldn’t be, I’m overthinking it.

📞 [ call ended ]

Somewhere, on the other end of a phone, a certain someone throws an arm over his face now burned crimson—his thumb still hovering right where the screen blinks your name. "Fuck, didn’t mean to hang up but...” He slumps down further over his desk, wanting to melt in shame. “At least it's over phone, but argh—! This is lame." He drags his hand down his face, internally debating if he should jump out the window or just call you back.

“Ace. Your phone. Now.” Trein’s voice echoed from the front of the detention classroom.

Shit.

Epel makes a face like he's swallowed an entire handful of sour cherries. "What's got you looking at your phone so much?"

Your fingers stop over the keyboard, "Uh." With a very deep gravity, as if the answer was something he couldn't afford to hear, you reply in the gravest tone possible, "Your mom."

You practically have to throw your body out of the way to avoid the round-house kick Epel aims at your head.

You're out shopping together, juggling the assortments that you've gotten from Sage Island’s most popular tourist spots. With your hands full and mouth muffled by a snack, you order, "Camf fu sorch up wheof the fefenal," yeah, he has no clue what you're saying, "onmf phon?"

Phone. Got it. He digs your phone from your pocket and, with much difficulty, swipes it open after nearly butchering your passcode to lock point. "For Seven's sake, put yer snack down already and properly speak!" He grumbles, grabbing your thumb and pressing it to your phone to open the damn thing up and search the location for... fefenal?

Though, as he types it up, your past searches float and bubble up.

> why does my cat keep drooling on me

> if i boil an egg in gatorade does it taste like gatorade

> date spots

Cause yer cat loves ya dumbass... why in the Sevens would you even think about that... wait. Wait. Date spots? He looks at you, then at himself in a shop mirror, then back at you. No... you wouldn't force someone to spend hours debating fruit freshness for a date... right? Though, to be very fair, he was good at telling which fruit was ripe and the tastiest. But you'd do better than that for a date, right?

"What were you looking for again?"

Finally, you answer him with a clear mouth. "General store." He gives you a weird look when you return a "what?"

"...Wouldja go on a date for fruit?"

"...Huh?"

"Nevermind."

"I mean—" Suddenly, a notification flashes across your screen. "tomorrow at noon, right?"

"Huh?" You repeat.

Epel simply shakes his head, "Clown emoji... second place emoji? Just texted you that and n’ a bunch of flame emojis." You look at him confused. "...One of the hearts is on fire?"

"Oh... Oh! Can you send back an image from my gallery?" He obliges and looks through the first five images.

"What the fuck is this."

"Don't worry."

"Whose mouth is this? Why do you have 15 photos of the inside of someone's mouth?!"

"Floyd."

"Ah." Makes sense. He sends the grossest one. A ping later and he instantly sees... a chin photo of Vil? Epel snorts, barreling down as he chuckles louder. "Pfta! Haha! Like this? Serves 'em right to look ugly for a change!"

"Hold up, lemme see." You lean over and start to snort too, "What do you mean? He looks really good right there."

"Don't kid! He’d kill ya if he saw this!"

"Never!" As the two of you absolutely rag on Vil (lovingly... probably) and proceed with your day, the thought that had begun worming its way into Epel's mind lingers even as the both of you miserably pile crates of apples into a carriage: could’ve sworn the number under that stupid nickname seemed familiar... and what’s with that search history?

It’s horrible that such a nice sort of day was spent preparing for the next interim level of Hell that Trein deemed fit to sentence everyone to during a lovely week that truly didn’t deserve such misery. After all, there was really only one way to make any possible preparations for the upcoming onslaught...

Studying. Oh, the… horror.

It was the three of you in preparation for Magical Analysis. Sure, Sebek and Ace seemed to have a knack for it, but it was a different matter altogether to apply it in practical form with a group.

Squabbling amongst yourselves, Ace, out of air from arguing, falls back onto you with a grumble. “Sheesh, it’d be so much easier if you just did it this way y’know.”

“And stoop to rewriting the work of an upperclassman’s past project? Of course, humans wouldn’t have any understanding of what dignity might mean.” His prattling continues as he sweeps his pencil over a scrap piece of paper in frustration. “Nevertheless, integrity.” Wow, he was really taking it out on that miserable little pencil—the eraser gone to the metal line.

Ace rolls his eyes and looks at you. Knowing him better than anyone, you can tell he wants to ditch or at least shovel more work unto Sebek in unwarranted revenge. Without even bothering to hide it, he mouths to you, “C’mon, if he wants to be so righteous, he can do this damn project himself.” You kick him under the table, but he easily defends himself with the flat of his shoe. “Loser.” He taunts, low enough for you to barely catch it.

Oh? So, it’s like that today.

By the time Sebek actually notices is when you finally go silent. He turns his head up in confusion to see your face fluster and Ace looking at you with smug victory that Sebek mistakes for rivalry. "Hmph! Children! Are you so dependent on one another that you can't separate?" Sebek grunts, peering under the table to where Ace's hand rests squarely on your calf, dipping under the fabric to firmly stop your attacks against his stomach as your legs—practically in his lap—kick at him to let you go.

Your voices reach him in almost perfect sync,

"Something like that."

"I’m twice the man he could ever be...!"

Sebek only scoffs and tears another sheet of blank paper out. “That simply proves my point. Two idiots make a pair.”

Ace snorts, pressing deeper into your leg to tip you slightly onto the ground. On instinct, you reach out, grabbing onto his neck in what would seem like a romantic interaction if it didn’t jerk his head and cause him to nose dive down straight onto the table. “Fuck!”

“Sorry! Shit, you okay?” You fuss over him, patting his face and forehead despite his wincing.

“If you really felt bad, you wouldn’t be smirking.”

“Oops, was I?”

He sulks and leans closer to you, reveling in the pampered treatment for a minute more... until he pulls out your chair and unceremoniously nearly drops you to the floor before childishly catching you last minute. “Ace!”

Sebek, exasperated, watches this all with a sigh, he wasn’t ever going to get anything done with you two, huh?

....But to his surprise, you guys do make timely work somehow and manage to finish everything with time to spare. Sebek doesn’t even give a second thought to your shenanigans nor how close the two of you were, opting to think: Seven, they’re idiots, completely unaware of Ace sneaking a kiss to your forehead in cheeky revenge.

Deuce pauses, sniffing the air. "What smells like cherries?" Unconsciously, he brings his shirt up to his nose, double-checking himself as he sniffs the collar of his shirt. “Do you smell it too?”

"We're in the middle of the Gym, there’s a lot more smells than that,” you reply absent-mindedly. A ball idly rolls by your foot, remnants of the game only a couple minutes prior before the two of you were forcefully assigned cleanup duty. ”Maybe you smell something from the cafeteria?"

"It's not that." His hands squeeze around a basketball, confidence assured in his words as he spins it around in his hands. "The cafeteria doesn't serve cherries on Wednesday. That’s a Friday thing."

"Huh, really? Is that why Ace always drags us to eat there then?"

"Yeah, you never noticed?" He turns back, genuinely curious as he watches your reaction. "That's why he always gets so excited."

"I mean, we always eat cherry stuff every other Unbirthday though? Which is like, literally, almost every other day of the week. Don't know why he'd get so amped at the cafe."

"Maybe it tastes better...?"

"Better than Trey's?"

"Hmm..."

As the two of you ponder, Deuce's eyes settle on your jacket. “Huh? Where’d you get a Heartslabyul varsity from?”

“Stole it,” you say simply, much to the baffled—near horrified—expression that dawns on Deuce’s face. “C’mon, you think I stole it from Riddle or something?” He looks so stressed that you’d even suggest something so terrifying that he almost stops breathing. “Deuce! No! Think.”

“...Diamond-senpai...? He’s nice enough?”

“I mean, I do have some clips he’s given me. But no.”

“Clover-senpai? Maybe?”

“Wouldn’t it be bigger?” He squeezes his eyes shut, using all of the power in his singular brain cell to come up with answers—but to no avail, even as you walk away to grab a broom. It takes him until another class change that, when you finally leave the locker room and you’re bending down to retie your shoes, Deuce rushes to you to boldly and confidently announce, “ACE!”

“Took you long enough,” you sigh, rolling up your sleeves as the sun beats down hard. “Speaking of, lemme text him that we’re done.” You pull out your phone to go into your recents, a long log of clown emojis filling it. Eh...? It seemed like you called a... clown a lot? Did you get something with the circus? Before he can ask, a clown emoji pops up on the screen. “Speak of the devil.”

“Wait. Am I a clown on your phone?”

“Maybe.”

“Hey!” He looks to you, pleading for confirmation. “I am? Really?”

“I would never...! Probably.” You maneuver the phone to your ear where inaudible sounds from the phone continue, vaguely the cadence of ranting. “Oh, hold up, he’s asking me to meet him. I’ll see you later, Deuce.”

"The clown...?" He watches you go in confusion, mind spinning as he thinks about clowns and, weirdly enough, a recent complaint Ace had about missing clothes. He remembers a wry, affectionate smile on his face as he shut his closet doors and sighed. It wasn’t like him to lose things and he seemed to know who took them. So... really, that guy relented enough to let you borrow something from him? He grimaced at the memory of Ace letting him walk around with his bright pink leopard print jacket, jabbing him without mercy.

Well, whatever. You guys were all best friends after all. It wasn’t a big deal anyway. Maybe you’d ask to borrow Deuce’s leopard print soon.

It is of the utmost importance that the highest council come together... for a sleepover to watch the latest horror movie that had appeared in home theaters. But, more than that, there was an immediate emergency of the highest level that needed to be addressed: drama. The tea needed to be prepped, served and spilled.

Or so Epel spits out (albeit in a much rougher manner), lifting his shoulders high in the air like he was ready to start his villain marketing monologue. "Is it just me or has the Prefect been weird lately? Not weird weird or nothin’, just that... ugh!" He shifts his eyes around, getting quieter with each frustrated syllable. Despite the fact that you were gone for a quick snack run, it still felt wrong to gossip in your house... place… dilapidated building. But he desperately needed to know he wasn’t going crazy.

"Really? They seem the same as ever to me.” Deuce chimes in, balancing a bowl of popcorn on his leg as he mindlessly picks off burnt pieces lining the top.

"They were searching some weird stuff—" Unconvinced, Epel spins toward Jack, gesturing to him and waiting like he knew the answer. "Ya think they're... fancying someone?"

“It’s their private business.” Jack settles firmly, replying with what he deemed as a solid, mature, and impartial response. “I’m sure that the Prefect isn’t interested anyway. Night Raven College is far too chaotic for romance.”

“Well, if that’s the case, then why’d the Prefect search up somethin' like date spots? Huh? What’d ya got to say about that?”

“If you’re on Sage Island, date spots are practically the equivalent to tourist spots. Maybe they’re looking for nice places. Don’t overthink it, Epel.”

Epel, more worked up than ever, smashes his hand into a bowl of gummies, stuffs them all in his mouth, and viciously proclaims in one go: “Then why’re they texting so much! Huh? Huh?!”

“...That’s just texting?”

“I think they made a clown friend,” Deuce unhelpfully adds. “I saw them calling a clown emoji a lot.”

“It was a clown emoji...” A lightbulb goes off in Epel’s head as he slams the table in front of him, shaking off bits of popcorn onto the floor that causes Sebek to promptly scowl. “Don’t do that to the popcorn!”

“Oh, shut yer trap. Big talk from someone who’s not helpin’ anyway.” Epel huffs, but leans down and scoops the pieces off of the floor, popping them into his mouth without a second thought. The jab works well enough though as Sebek straightens up, a twitch on his forehead.

“On the contrary,” he begins, voice loud and booming at a decibel that makes everyone wince, “they’re too focused on playing to be dating. When I worked with them and Ace, they were lolly-gagging around without a care! If they’re going to bother dating someone, it’d be Ace and we’d all know already.”

Everyone but Jack nods in agreement. Imagining the Prefect and Ace, of all people, dating? Nah. They’d seen you fill his shoes with spaghetti sauce once because he used up all your salt and left the container. It just... didn’t seem like you had that kind of relationship. "True, I really only see 'em with Ace all the time, maybe he’d know something?"

On the other side of the couch, Jack frowns, opens his mouth, and then promptly decides to close it as he quietly surveys the scene with a pensive, furrowed brow.

There’s a clue now, a distinct, visible connection: Clowns. Of course, it had to either be a potential relationship or your career plans. “But about that clown emoji... I think I remember the number.” It’s gotta be the former, Epel decides. If it was the latter, wouldn’t you have tried honking your nose or something? "I’m gonna call it."

Jack puts his face into his hands, having a moral crisis as he mumbles, “...wouldn’t they think that you’re a spam number?”

“Doesn’t hurt to try,” Epel pops another kernel into his mouth as he chews it in thought. “Think it had a triple seven in it somewhere...” He slowly mashes a key string of numbers together, erases, retypes, cusses.

Peering over Epel’s shoulder, unable to hide his curiosity, Deuce points out, "Isn’t the first bit the Kingdom of Hearts area code? Are you sure you remember the right code?"

“How would the Prefect know someone from the Kingdom of Roses outside of NRC?” Sebek muses aloud, unable to help himself either.

"Shouldn't we respect the Prefect's privacy?" Jack attempts once more, seeming as if he was shrinking with every busy tone Epel got stopped at. Yet, he continues to be ignored as Epel only calls the number again... and again... and again. "Hey... it's not our business."

"I got it damn it!" Stronger than any military man, Epel, the lone soldier, continues to push forward in his self-made journey. "Just give me a bit!" He keeps typing away, accidentally calling up a pizza place that makes everyone collectively groan. "C’mon, I’ve just about got it."

"Even if the Prefect were hypothetically in a relationship. Okay. Courting takes much time and requires a substantial amount of effort and persistence. I have not seen hair nor signs of lovestruck gooey eyes. Trust me, my parents are disgustingly in love. I would know." The scowl on Sebek’s face deepens, "we would've caught the Prefect by now!"

Deuce startles up, wide-eyed and mouth gaping as he blankly stares at everyone in pure shock, “WAIT... what? The Prefect is dating someone?"

"It took you this long?"

"WHO?!" Sevens help him, Jack was going to come home with premature wrinkles at the age of 16.

After about ten minutes of furious tapping, Epel’s thumb slips over the worn keypad and lands on one. His eyes, hazed over in delirium, border madness as he maniacally shakes his phone in victory. "Got it! This is it! Didja see that one?!"

"You sure? Pretty sure your thumb just..."

"I swear if you try sayin’ somethin’ silly, I’m gonna take my—"

"Then... why's Ace coming up on the screen?"

"Huh?" He erases, squeezes his eyes really hard, and types in the number that he sees in his head again.

It's Ace.

“Nah, that doesn't make sense.” Epel sounds nearly hysterical at this point. He calls again and goes straight to a cheery-toned voicemail that mocks everything Epel had ever known.

Unaware of the literal red swirling in Epel’s eyes, Deuce, having calmed down, happily nods with complete confidence, "Oh, it's probably auto-corrected to his number.”

“Phones do that?”

“...Maybe?”

Epel furiously spams the number anyway, not caring even if it was Ace. His frustrations were immeasurable, reaching an all-time new high. The levels were exceedingly dangerous, beyond over blotting with only one possible outlet it could vent to: Ace’s phone (and his dumb voicemail). In an effort to somehow abate Epel’s rage, Deuce gently puts his phone down and makes his own attempts at calling the number. "Maybe your phone is wrong, let me try from mine." Sebek, who looks very lost, does so too.

Through very pointed, timed coughs, Jack taps the table to get everyone's attention. “...ack. The Prefect should—uheum—return any minute now.” However, being the group of idiots that they are, it only brings about a different change, somehow switching to the topic of who it could possibly be.

"Grim?" The little guy wasn’t around, somehow off meandering for the day or sleeping the evening away somewhere else in the dorm. "Maybe the Prefect's upped their pet pampering. Something like he’s being a grouch and they're having to give him more attention than usual."

“I wouldn’t be surprised if the Prefect succumbed to giving Grim a phone.” Would paw pads work on a phone screen though?

The answers quickly devolve, becoming more ludicrous as Epel casually brushes away Grim's possibility. "Think about it seriously won’t ya? If the Prefect is in love... No, Jack’s right—that wouldn’t make a lick of sense with...” He waves his hand vaguely around at the comfortable but still dilapidated state of Ramshackle. “What if the Prefect’s possessed? Having to step through life fulfilling the sad, unrequited love of a ghost..." It wasn’t as if the events of the whole ghost bride shenanigans were all that far away anymore—quite literally living in the walls of NRC. It was just yesterday that Idia, out of all people, was, for once, the most eligible bachelor of all the lands.

“Wasn’t that whole deal done and over with already?”

“Hm. Probably.” Epel concedes, still vaguely worried.

Sebek leaned forward on his knees, a perfect replica of The Thinker as he genuinely considered the possibilities. "I think... If we haven’t caught them, then it has to be someone who doesn’t go to the NRC. Perhaps it’s someone from RSA?”

“Like Neige?”

“Or, do you think it could—”

"Or maybe... you guys need to learn to quit it!" Ace, missing from the scene, all but tackles Epel as he shoves his phone directly into his face.

"It's important!" Despite his face mushed into a phone screen, Epel doesn’t hesitate to immediately throw fists as he scrabbles to knee the intruder. "We think the Prefect is datin’ someone and keeping it a secret!"

A look of complete incredulity passes over Ace's face. He momentarily stops squishing his phone into Epel’s forehead, twists his eyebrows, and then smoothly says with a shit-eating grin, "Yeah, you notice it too?

"SEE, I wasn’t goin’ crazy!" All is forgiven. Friendship? Restored. Epel, more than happy to present the evidence, drops his fists to recount the facts index to pinky. “They’ve been on the phone non-stop with someone.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s super suspicious. I bet they’re giggling and kicking their feet too.” Ace, grabbing a handful of Deuce’s popcorn with his other hand, pops it into his mouth and blinks doeishly while twirling his hair. “What else? Catch them making lovestruck eyes? Swooning? Are they writing love letters?”

“No. That’s the weird part.” Epel gets to his pinky, souring as he recollects your latest actions. “Searching up date spots...”

“Hm, really?” Ace, no remorse, continues to be a complete asshole, liar, and gaslighter. "Look, I think the cards are all on the table. The Prefect is head over heels no doubt. Sound agreement. Completely agree." He grounds his feet and pushes forward, back to his phone-spam vengeance mission, but Epel doesn’t budge. His resolve is only strengthened by sheer willpower and probably far too much adrenaline as he attempts to sock Ace directly in the throat.

Much to his chagrin, Ace dances out of the way snickering “sucker!” But the bated breaths of stars and divine karma decide, hey this guy’s a little too full of himself, and shake loose the grip on his phone.

“Oh shit.” It happens in slow motion, the cherry-colored phone spinning round and round until it slots perfectly in the middle of the table for all to see two perfectly immaculate coincidences appear. Ace’s phone opens—a beacon of undeniable guilt—to a sweet, innocent lock screen of him pressing a kiss to your cheek... in his varsity. Then, if that wasn’t enough, your conveniently timed texts appear, rendering Ace to repeat solemnly to himself, “Oh shit.”

18:16 [ y/n ]: hey can you open the door my hands are full

18:22 [ y/n ]: like. right now

18:22 [ y/n ]: you LEAVE prefect? you leave me in the cold? oh! oh! jail for boyfriend! jail for the worst boyfriend for One Thousand Years!

18:22 [ y/n ]: wait i didn’t mean it

18:28 [ y/n ]: babygirl please

Deuce can scarcely believe his eyes, barely registering the texts or the lock screen as he utters out a single, profound word torn out from the deepest depths of his soul. "WHAT."

Sebek, not registering the picture, reacts point-blank. "Did the Prefect call you babygirl?"

The most ardently passionate Epel stares and processes the new evidence quietly, “wait...” It clicks. “IT WAS YOU.”

"It was obvious guys..." From the very start, Sebek had even accidentally guessed it.

"YOU'RE DATING THE PREFECT?!" Et Tu, Ace? Just like this? Deuce had never felt such betrayal, never like this before. Such... deception!

"WHAT," Sebek’s voice steadily gets louder to match everyone else, baffled by the turn of events. “WHAT DOES BABYGIRL MEAN?”

Not knowing what to do with his hands or rage, Epel begins to put Ace into a headlock.

Jack leaves the room in second-hand embarrassment.

Ace, tongue in cheek and barely able to hold in his laughter, allows himself to be manhandled—but not without chaos. "Um? You didn't know? Wasn't it obvious?" He gives Sebek a smug smile in particular, "Didn't you catch my hands literally under their clothes?"

Sebek gawks, turning bright red as he flails, "ISN'T THAT NORMAL FOR YOU GUYS?"

The pieces all come together. It was the footsies in your study session, the recognizable jacket during gym, an eavesdropped conversation, a much-too-revealing search history.

It’s you finally coming in with the snacks—carefree as ever—opening the door with an "I'm back!" to only be blasted by a chorus of "YOU'RE DATING ACE?"

You blink. The snacks drop. You’re out the door.

Jack reappears to pick up the snacks while Deuce knocks over the table and falls to the floor as Epel flies over his head to give chase—barraging you with questions of “Since when?!” and ”Why are you running?!”

"It's only been a week!" This little man is chasing you so fast oh my God how is he so fast. “Stop chasing me!”

Deuce finally breaks out of his stupor to go, "Now, wait just a minute...!" and slams his head up into Sebek’s stomach where he chokes on the popcorn. The two first-years groan, rolling around on the ground and couch as Ace makes eye contact with Jack, shrugs, and runs to catch up to the distant screaming (you) and threats that most certainly break the Geneva Convention (Epel).

Well, more like a light, easy jog as he arrives to Epel finding a spare branch and full-on frisbeeing it at your head, fully intent on taking you down without care of any possible casualties. It was war. If this was how you went, death via a guy whose parents really thought it was a good idea to name their son Apple™, then you mentally decided all of your meager earnings as a janitor and de facto therapist at this cursed college would go to Jamil. Sevens knows he deserves it.

“Epel!” So worked up on adrenaline, Epel’s head instantly whips around to face Ace... only to realize his mistake a second later as you kick his knees in and run, Ace close behind as he passes by and tussles his hair for good measure.

“This isn’t over yet!” Epel hollars, cussing you two out with every name under the sun. “Y'all ain’t seen nothing yet, I swear when I get to you—”

Ace’s lips curl with mocking delight as he throws his head back and laughs from the rush of your moonlit escapade. “Yada yada, he’ll calm down eventually... probably.” He was this excited to dupe his friends? "Pfft... haha! Sheesh, took 'em long enough!" Ridiculous.

What a stupid, endearing idiot (your idiot). "Took you long enough. Where were you?" Ace’s hand is warm as it finds yours.

His timing is off by only a second before he replies, a little bit hopeful, “What? Miss me already?”

(Yes.)

You think, for a long moment, before reaching up and pressing a kiss underneath his jaw. “No.”

In response, Ace's hand squeezes your shoulder as he pulls you closer with a wide, genuine smile. “Liar.” Keeping you close as the two of you escape into the night, hand in hand.

♥♥

end a/n: hello! happy holidays!! i am also so late to the collab: i am so sorry—but i hope that this being longer makes up for it lmao. a lot has happened this year (not necessarily bad things!) but definitely. exhausting ones haha—so it made this piece really difficult to get out. BUT I DID IT. MA YA SEE THAT? I DID IT—so with all my heart, i sincerely hope that you enjoy this piece and maybe laughed a little. because ! that makes it all the more worth it! so, again, thank you for reading about this little foolish lil guy

#twisted wonderland #ace trappola #twisted wonderland x reader #ace trappola x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twst #now to go lay down for a bazillion years #this is sincerely soooo much better to read on laptop #if you're reading on mobile i am. so sorry.

742 notes · View notes

kanmom51 · 1 year

Text

Jungkook 28 Feb 2023

*Disclaimer: this post is written by an opinionated blogger that usually is not afraid to speak her own mind. I say it now and I also repeat it throughout the post – these are MY opinions, my thoughts. You can agree or disagree. Just don’t be an ass about it!!

Cr./ to all the creators of the media used in this post.

28 Feb 2023 started out as a lovely quiet peaceful uneventful day.

Until it was no longer peaceful and uneventful, cause Mr. Chaos himself, a.k.a Jeon Jungkook, decided it’s time to liven things up.

28.2.2023 at 13:31 SKT Jeon Jungkook started a live.

*Anecdote time:

Just for a second here, before I go into the live, I would like to talk about the coincidental numbers playing here. Yes, we have another coincidence.

From the date:

2+2+2+2=8

8+3=11

8/11

You can also go with:

2+2+2+2+3=11

And the extra 8, bringing you to the same place:

8/11

Oh, and the time: 13:31 – 2 thirteens, mirrored (well the numbers are).

So, yeah, again, one of those strange coincidences that kind of keep happening time and time again with those two.

Moving on to the live itself.

This time it was on the shorter side, just under 30 minutes, JK letting us know in advance that it probably would be, as he had to leave for work soon.

And yet, he decided to do the live cause he was bored (and even though he hasn’t washed up yet either, a piece of information he shares with us later on).

J-Hope and JM showed up at the start, in the comments, once again. JK with his “oh, J-Hope” reaction and his special “JM’s here” one including his unmissable JM smile.

JM's last comment was Hyung is going to a shoot (filming), as in JM is.

And a special prize goes to JK's very special JM smile.

youtube

Now, I know there was a whole wave of (add annoying voice effect here): “JK asked JM and Hobi how they are doing” and “JK told them to be well”, followed by, of course: “boo to you, you lose, that means JK hasn’t seen either of them for a long time” and “clearly JK hasn’t seen JM for a while now, heh heh heh, we win”. If only you could see my rolling eyes at this point.

So, as usual, idiots will be idiots, and of course they twist things up to suit whatever and whichever narrative they want at that moment in time (cause the narratives, they keep changing as well, like constantly).

I will start by saying that even if that WAS the actual translation or WAS what JK was saying, then: SO WHAT? In what world can we not ask our significant others how they are or tell them to be well during the day, even if we saw them off to work that very morning? I mean in the actual living long term relationship world and not in the “we don’t have an idea about what a real relationship is and live in fantasy” world that is.

But you know what? We didn’t even have to go there, to that real life relationship world. Because JK, he wasn’t talking to JM and Hobi at that point.

He was talking to bloody army. Pity these ‘army’ didn’t realise JK was asking them how they are and to keep well.

So this is how it went down:

JK sees Hobi and JM. He reacts the way he does (you know, JM smile and all) and then says “it’s nice to see the members”.

Then he moves on to that Japanese word they were commenting about.

And only after that he goes on to say:

“Yeah, everyone, be well. Are you doing well?” followed by: “I’m growing my hair. What do you think?”

These 4 short sentences were all connected. The “everyone” is meant for us, the viewers. I also have to ask, do these idiots think the question about his hair was also meant for Hobi and JM?

Later on, around the 6:54 min. mark he once again asks: “everyone, what are you doing?” was that for JM and hobi as well?? She asked sarcastically…

Before I go on, and because I need to calm down for a second, can someone tell me please….

Is this person real????

Is it actually legal?

Ok, moving on…

JK telling us he doesn’t want to wash up, too lazy, and asks who wants to help him. Lol, JK, you don’t ask your fans something like that. I bet that ring at the door was someone coming to help you out… (I don’t believe I’m laughing about that, it was probably a bloody sasaeng…).

But you know, that “I’m too lazy to wash up” did sound a little familiar.

So, let's remember for one second a certain other who stated just that, and a clear solution to it all.

JK explains Bam is in a new training centre, but also that he hasn’t been well. It seems this is an ongoing issue, well a few issues (stomach, spine, skin). Poor Bammy, and poor JK too, he does seem really worried (Bam post will come…at some point…I promised and I will deliver).

He talks a little about the new centre and explains that they have camping options on site, and that:

“We’ll gather around all cozy and nice, and drink some beer”.

I’m kind of wondering if this translation is accurate and if it is, then who the “we” is that he is referring to.

JK talks about going out for drinks with friends the night before the live. He also talks about having a full pork belly delivered and grilling it, so now the whole place smells of meat (me asking: do they not have proper ventilation in the kitchen in such a high end apartment?).

JK says he made himself a hearty meal, but couldn’t finish it off, as his stomach shrunk.

Ahm, yeah, frown.

Editorial:

I, as opposed to those that think JK is great, happy, doing well, don’t think that at all. I think he is going through something. Maybe, as a very good friend of mine called it yesterday, a quarter life crisis. But he’s not ok. And him calling himself lazy, which he does after saying he doesn’t want to wash up and will someone come help him, and before saying “I don’t want to do anything”,

doesn’t explain it all away.

It doesn’t explain this, for instance, assuming this translation is correct:

Yes, I think Bam’s health is weighing on him. But I think it’s more than that too. He told us in the previous lives that he hasn't been working, although he hasn't finished his album yet. There was also a sense of loneliness, talking about how quiet the place is without Bam (read between the lines too). It probably isn't easy for him this new reality, in which he's separated for long periods of time from the person he has been practically connected at the hip to for almost 24/7 almost 365 days a year for 10 years.

That’s my gut feeling. You can take it or leave it.

One good thing I did notice and am happy about is that he has put on some weight again. That last live at the gym, his jaw line, he was unhealthily thin. Evidently (by him), he’s eating again, so that’s good.

End of editorial.

At this point JK moves on, to the thing that he feels most at ease with, and that’s singing.

He sings “To find you” – a beautiful love song.

A song he says he’s heard recently. I’d say more than heard once.

He KNOWS the song.

And this isn’t the first time he’s singing this song either. I’d go so far as to say JK knew the lyrics off by heart, well at the very least some of them. He clearly likes the song. 😊

He starts singing and stopped by the door bell ringing (well, probably not door bell, more like downstairs entrance).- that’s when he doesn’t recognize whoever it was and doesn’t let them in. He looks at the camera and then comes back to us saying he doesn’t let in someone he doesn’t recognize. He giggles after saying he should sing a bit quieter, but then he looks back at the monitor (the door monitor), he does that again mid song. It felt like he wasn’t at ease then, which does makes me think: sasaeng?

Side note: love the way he just climbs and jumps over the sofa. Not first or last time we'll see him do that in this live, lol.

JK goes back to sing the song.

1st time:

youtube

JK sings the song twice, cause the first version felt to him like it wasn’t heavy enough, the backtrack.

Mid 2nd performance he goes, well jumps over the sofa, to fetch another mic, and then continues to serenade us with the 2 mics.

2nd time:

youtube

Then he does a Jang Beom June song. A couple of times, first his version, then imitating him, well trying to in any case, lol.

After those performances JK asks for song recommendations.

And then comes the second bell, and JK talking to whoever that was (from the company probably, because he straight away tells/warns them he’s doing a live).

JK then comes back to explain about a garbage disposal unit that isn’t working (not him causing the damage – but why would that matter if the apartment was his?) and they are coming to take it away.

JK ended the live. And us mere mortals were sure that’s the end for today. We got to enjoy our boy. And when I say boy I mean young man (it’s just enjoy our boy rhymes…shoot me…well actually please don’t, but that’s what you get from someone that has year 4 level poetry).

JK came to be with us at a normal time of the day, when we are actually still awake (and when I say we I mean me of course), even though he was supposed to be getting ready for work. I mean, he kept saying on repeat that he was bored and that’s why he started the live, but dude, you have to get washed up, dressed and off to work in no time, so you do a live? Not that I’m complaining…

But low and behold, Mr. Jeon Jungkook decided that the 28th of Feb 2023 (you remember 8/11, wink wink) is going to be a super dramatic day, and approx. a couple of hours later, Mr. Jeon committed the mortal sin of obliterating his IG account. Wiping it out. Deleting it. Even deleting the app from his phone (his words).

JK came to us a little after that heinous and deliberate act to tell us:

Whoever thinks JK doing this, including letting us know he deleted the app, is not a statement, well idk what to say to that.

Why he did it, only he knows.

Do we take what he said at face value? We can. But then, if we think that they tell us everything without embellishment at times or without omitting at times, then that would make us super naïve.

My thoughts?

This is something JK said during the live (again, assuming Weverse translation is correct):

And yes, it was said in the same context of him getting ready, washed up, being lazy. But it means more than just being annoyed at having to get ready.

His words: “annoyed with everything…”

So my thoughts are that just like JK didn’t tell us all the story with the J and M tattoo, the placing, the connection, the meaning, he didn’t tell us the full reason for him deleting his 52 million follower JK branded IG account.

That just like we didn’t take what he told us during the Vminkook live in LA about how he would go to JM’s room 3 times a day because JM’s room was the closest to his, at face value, I don’t think we should with this either.

And these wouldn’t be the first or last times we’ve been told partial stories/ partial truths, parts of the stories being omitted or maybe even changed to suit our ears (cough hickey cough).

So, I believe this is bigger than just JK being bored with the app. Also the him being stressed by IG theory is not one I go for, as this was something we were told back in May 2022 when he deleted all his personal posts and turned the IG account into pure business/professional. Again, back then, in my opinion, not divulging the actual reason for doing so, but it doesn’t take too much to understand what led to it, including the timing of it all.

Just like JM (since around mid 2022) this account was used mostly for promotional purposes only (with a couple of exceptions for JM). When they had something to promote they posted on IG, otherwise they didn’t. And he could have continued doing that. No pressure what so ever. But he decided out of the blue, or not so out of the blue really, to end the game (pun intended - end game, you know…).

Does it have to do with the invasive video of his posted on IG just a few days earlier? Does it have to do with the dating rumors circulating? Does it have to do with his friends/colleagues/and friends of friends being harassed on IG by TKKs and possibly other fans? Does this have to do with companies following him to get traction and free publicity (cough CK cough)? Is this some kind of defiant act against the company, a rebellion of sorts? There could be 1001 reasons why JK did what he did, we will probably never really know why. But in one sweep of the finger JK deleted a buying force of over 52 million.

And yes, JK’s brand hasn’t been ruined, it’s not about his brand, it’s about how the company will use that selling power, how they are supposed to reach the audience. That was one of the biggest reasons the company set up those accounts for the members. Not out of the good of their hearts. Not because they wanted to give them a way to stay in touch with the fandom. MONEY folks. It’s always about money. And big money at that.

The IG accounts were there for promotion, for staying in touch with the fandom on a personal level (sells more) now that they were doing their solo acts, but also a lot of money exchanged hands when they opened those accounts (and I'll leave it at that).

There are those that say “well BH have their own IG account for promotions”, and indeed that’s true. But be real people. It lands different when the company is posting and when the idol himself is. It’s more personal. It’s the idol himself reaching out to the fans saying “look, this is what I’m up to now, please support me”. That by itself generates more sales. But also, the idol posting a pic of himself in a Dior outfit – everyone running to buy Dior. With no IG account where will said pic be posted? Weverse? Twitter? Not every IG follower is an actual fan of BTS. Many don’t even know what Weverse is. IG at this point has a wider reach than Weverse does.

What I’m saying here is that this action has financial consequences. And JK knew that. Stress or no stress, this is something he knew the company would not be happy with. Because this isn't a decision that affects him alone. It's a decision that affects the company as well. And he did it anyway.

Good for him.

Whatever the reason behind it.

Be it retaliation for his breach of privacy.

Be it a defiant act against the company.

Be it both and more.

Good for him.

I just hope, as impulsive as he is, that he got some form of legal advice prior to doing so, because this could definitely be in breach of contract, something that could have real consequences for him. This is not going live when told he shouldn’t or without staff present. This is big. This involves a lot of money. This might very well be him breaching a clause of his contract, requiring him to take part in whatever promotional activities the company deems necessary. And we don’t know what that contract looks like, but I do know that some contracts have set penalties for parties breaching this clause or another.

All I’m saying here is that it’s not as simple as pressing a delete button. There are complex issues here.

This is an action that can have consequences for JK if this is a step too far as far as they are concerned.

I guess we will wait and see how things work out.

Will JK keep in touch with us via Weverse?

Will we get more lives from him? And if so, how often?

Will these lives be from ‘home’, given what he told us in the past about permission from the company?

One thing I’m also curious about is where to now? Does him deleting IG mean he has no brand deals in the horizon and/or no solo releases planned any time soon? I'm not going to ask the next question that comes to mind. I think there are quite a few that have thought it already. And I don't think the answers are as cut and dry as some might think. All I'll say is, god I hope not.

I will end this post with my wishes:

I wish for JK to find his way if he is feeling a little lost, be happy, be content.

I wish for all the obstacles that stand in their way as a couple to just fuck off, including effing military service.

And if ms doesn't just disappear, I wish for it to pass as fast as possible and for us to be on the other side of it all. Them and us.

And if I'm already wishing for ms to be over, let's wish to be on the other side of the rainbow and meet them all healthy and happy for Festa 2025 and a comeback.

There are a few other wishes I'll keep to myself, you know, like win the lottery, for one...

I would wish for world peace, and end to racism, bigotry, hate, homophobia, transphobia, and all that crap, but let's be real here, I might be delusional, but not that delusional.

#Jungkook #JK #JK Wlive #JK live #JK IG #Jikook #Kookmin #Minkook #JM #Jimin #Youtube

221 notes · View notes

georgies-ftts · 1 month

Text

my thoughts and opinions on this weeks episode as someone who didn’t have time to watch last weeks episode, has never watched live american telly before and has discovered a new found hatred for your adverts. Also i swear a lot.

let’s begin

(spoilers obviously don’t be a knob)

1. he cannae be captain he’s only got two stripes on his epilette why are we focusing so much on this man

2. Bobby eyeing up that gun I like that (the acting)

3. this guy is giving me uncanny valley and i don’t like it

4. hehe dongle

5. i mean fair enough… in and out just like he said

6. Hen love of my life where the hell have you been loca

7. “and you won’t be anymore either” that’s actually dead funny to me

8. husbands that saw together survive trauma together <3

9. “everyone survived” i know foreshadowing when i see it

10. there’s a lot of drunk driver hatred (as deserved) somethings gonna occurr

11. oh he’s dead… lol karma fuckhead

12. Hen, i love you but why can noone on telly give me actual realistic CPR… break them ribs girl

13. christ these american adverts are weird

14. let me tell you advertising prescription medicine isn’t actually a normal thing to do

15. I don’t know boss man am no a dr but that’s an awful lot of blood are you sure you should still be breathing????

16. “Are you happy” “Yeah, Yeah I am” i have a feeling that’s all about to change buddy

17. just me or can anyone else not see a fucking thing that’s going on this episode why’s everyone in the dark for?

18. moving on from that i love the lighting in the office scene… chefs kiss

19. EXCUSE ME SHE WAS DOING HER JOB, NEXT YOU’LL SUSPEND HER FOR CODLING THE DRUNK DRIVER AND GIVING HIM TEA AND CHEEK KISSES PISS OFFFFF

20. Why do American comm’s systems always fail whenever you actually need them

21. They were axed to pieces. I will let you off -_- this time…

22. “I didn’t shoot him” honestly… same i hope you get yer pay out boss

23. Athena please for the love of god pop a paracetamol or a codeine and chill the fuck out

24. cause it has never been hard enough for them you just had to add a bastard bomb

25. ITS BEEN 5 MINUTES WHY MORE ADVERTS

26. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU ADVERTISING TO YOUR CITIZENS

27. The Rookie ad i love it carry on

28. If he wasn’t under the influence then he was just being a cunt and hen had every right to react as such thankyou very much

29. Oh my fuck what is happening - don’t tear them apart i’ll start crying

30. Bitch you’re taking on water stop being a pussy and help

31. “Don’t test me.” Queen, you rag his arse

32. “port stabilisers are gone” surely you should be tilting like a bitch right now or did i miss a frame

33. MORE FUCKING ADVERTS????

34. why’s that lizard from london?

35. WHY ARE YOU ADVERTISING DEMENTIA MEDICATION THAT IS LITERALLY ADVERTISED ALSO AS A DEATH PILL WHAT DO YOU MEAN COMA AND DEATH THATS NOT HELPING

36. “i didn’t save him either” he quite literally refused your help despite being detained

37. didn’t get that SS Menow reference… try the Mayflower next time

38. “Saving the ship” “course she is” GIVE THEM ONE MOMENT OF PEACE PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU

39. okay good they are tilting like a bitch i will shut my mouth

40. NO STOP TILTING LIKE A BITCH I DONT CARE ABOUT REALISM I TAKE IT BACK NO

41. HOW MANY MORE ADVERTS DO YOU NEED

42. i don’t know but all your meds just seem to be doing the opposite of.. you know… keeping you alive.

43. woah therapy flash back get me one of those

44. you forgot to mention imminent death in your therapy session Mr Sir

45. “We did what we had to do” YOU’RE ALLOWED TO LIVE TOO.

46. “I couldn’t save my first family and I can’t save you either” and what if that was my last straw Robert Nash

47. ABC you can tone down the writing now i’m fucking sobbing

48. FUCK YOU AUSTRALIAN MAN I WAS CRYING MY EYES OUT

49. glad the us also have those Haribo ads

50. first time in my almost 20 years of life where i’ve seen an ADVERT for ANTIDEPRESSANTS that also actively make you MORE DEPRESSED

51. Hen i knew you were slaying you’ve never not slayed <3

52. no need for it was there mr boss man? no didn’t think so

53. You have no jurisdiction past the Gulf of Mexico??? ummmm??? distressed cruise ship full of your citizens???? idk??? do something????

54. oh. welp. no surviving that one, have fun with poseidon my loves

55. i don’t know about you but once i’ve been capsized like that in anything bigger than a kayak im giving up…

25 notes · View notes

ginalinettiofficial · 1 month

Text

hey what’s up hello okay so i finally just finished s2 e52 of dndads (had a very crazy work week so was listening in bits and pieces) and here’s the thing is that im also currently relistening to the whole season and earlier in this week, the most recent episode i finished, was halt and catch fireball, and before that ya know was mrs. swallows oak garcia’s home for peculiar teens or whatever that one is called where they are just. at normal’s house and we got to actually get to know rebecca a little bit and i have got to say that i don’t know if i could’ve picked a more painful and wild older ep to listen to as a precursor to dood riddance i really don’t!!! literally half of the shit in dood riddance just circles back to that arc in the swallows oak garcia home and it’s CRAZY

like first of all. the red vines, which they called twizzlers the entirety of e52 which was MADDENING as a person who legit just finished e30/31 where the red vines were introduced

but then like. e31 is where taylor gets the anime sword from nick!!! that he loses in e52!!!

there were a few other things that i’ve forgotten in the half an hour since i finished the ep because my brain is a sieve on a good day and i’m just getting home from two back to back 13 hour shifts (with an extra 1hr10/20 each day for the commute) so the brain machine is so fucking broke rn

but mainly. i wasn’t loving e52 esp after dood left i just was not vibing with it, i feel like the vibes were off in the room in a way that translated into the ep for a bit there, but then anthony in those last like three minutes brought it back around and with the roll of rebecca??? after i legit JUST finished listening to the eps that feature her the most prominently and like truly showcase not only normal’s relationship w his mom but also, as is said several times in e30/31 and their teen talks, just how similar normal IS to his mom and how he really clearly is a total momma’s boy and very much so seemed to be a kid who sought solace with his mom more than anyone else in his family and just. having legit JUST reestablished that in my own, made the end of e52 DEVASTATING for me in a way that idk if it was for other ppl??? idk haven’t checked the fandom yet im very disconnected this season but just.

i think that okay so we have ten parents it could’ve been, right? and five of those are the kiddads, and none of us want to see them die, so in that moment when anthony was telling us what was gonna happen, obviously my instinct was like “oh god don’t do this don’t do terry jr again but truly permanent” and then my next instinct was that it would be potentially even MORE awful if it was scary’s dad because finally there he is and that’s ALL she wants and for willy to take that moment from her would be INSANE and then (mind you this was my thought process over the course of literally 10 seconds, my brain is ping ponging in my head and has been since the second i got in the car to head home i need to sleep) and THEN my next thought was, oh god, but how fucked up would it be if it were marco??? oh god, how fucked up would it be if it were cassandra?!?!?!?! and then it was time for the roll and truly in those brief seconds basically my brain flicked through every potential victim and said “oh god THAT one would be the WORST”, EXCEPT for veronica and rebecca, and it made the hit of it being rebecca who was low down on my instinctual list to think of but then the second he said her name i was immediately ricocheted back to earlier in the week when i was listening to halt and catch fireball and mrs. swallows oak garcias home and how many emotions i had about normal and his mom just relistening to those episodes and then the fact that i DIDNT think to worry about her just

all of that combined to make that a CRITICAL HIT FOR ME OKAY like i am SO fucked up over this truly that was WILD and i applaud anthony burch for it and now am excited for the finale even though ive spent the last three eps just dreading it for several reasons but now im excited and devastated and i love that

anyways. that was word vomit i just NEEDED to get this out because the connections between those two episodes really will not stop hitting me in the head and i need to impart that onto SOMEONE. if u read this. ur a real one. rip rebecca swallows oak garcia you were a legend and i am so sad about u

#d speaks #dndads #dndads s2 #dndads spoilers #dndads s2 spoilers #normal oak

20 notes · View notes

bazooka-overkill · 2 months

Text

MR SANDMAN BRAINROT EUEUUUGGHHH

okay yay brainrot won the poll. also i might psot dragon chan headcanons requested by wallet becuz yaaaaaayyy

uhhh also i dont really gaf about timelines. so if something doesnt line up time wise. ignore it. shh

ermmm cw for child fighting!! mr sandman didnt have the best middle school experience

BAZOOKA'S THOUGHTS:

i need this man so badly PLS MR. SANDMAN ONE CHAAAAANCEEEE

who typed that omg…

GENERAL SANDMAN INFO (canon + headcanon)

full name: isaiah joseph banks

birthday: april 12th

age: 31

height: 6’5” (197 cm)

weight: 284 lbs (129 kg)

origin: philadelphia, PA, USA

gender: cis male

sexuality: bisexual (might be in denial lmao. men say theyre fighting demons and the demons r bisexuality LMFAO)

family:

victoria banks, mother, alive

george banks, father, alive

no siblings

HEAD CANON TIME:

- insomniac. goes between sleeping for 11 hrs during the day and not sleeping at ALL, also explains the eyebags in his TD

- incredibly horrible sleep schedule. stems from his childhood

- also stems from his childhood but not exactly the best at socializing w other people

- somehow is friends w glass joe. don't ask me how it works they just ARE (and they may be a little. fruity.)

- has one of those light up squishy things that u hit to change the color. yeah he either fucking SLAMS that thing or gently pats it when he wants to change it. it’s a bunny for anyone curious

- goes thru the 5 min nap to the 5 hour nap pipeline. “oh im just gonna take a small nap,” then wakes up w the blankets all over the fucking room, the god damn windows r open, he’s somehow upside down, etc etc

- him and the ref have beef after his TD victory animation

- was one of those kids that would be on his knees near some mulch playing w the roly polies on the playground. he'd have like 20 in his palms in 5 minutes

- if u catch him right when he wakes up (like. RIGHT right when he wakes up) he accidentally calls people “baby.” it’s a habit he picked up from his mom and he’s pushed it back into his mind, but it slips when he isn’t exactly thinking (totally not projecting my own habits onto him guys)

- adding to the above that the person who originally found this out was glass joe. take that as you will

- he sends some of his boxing money to his parents to support them (he’s a mamas boy LEAVE ME ALONEEEEE)

- doesn’t exactly search for a relationship, believes that when he decides he’s ready for one the right person will find him

- gets dragged into world circuit outings by either super macho man or aran ryan. on the rare occasion it’ll be soda. one time they all went bowling and sandman watched aran ryan throw a bowling ball like a fucking baseball and it broke the ceiling

- knows how to make a MEAN philly cheese steak. will be mentally freak out (positively) if someone mentions they’ve never had one before. if he wasn’t so stoic he would be jumping up and down and going “YAAAAAYYYYY🎉🎉🎉” becuz he finally gets an excuse to make one for someone

- has 100% almost broken the world circuit ring's ropes (see his intermission animation in contender)

- his locker in the locker rooms is either completely spotless or dented to hell and back. bonus points if theres like. a fake succulent in there or some shit

- luvs animals. takes pics of cool animals he sees anywhere

origin backstory thing under cur bc its long

origin:

isaiah joseph banks, known as his boxing alias mr. sandman, was born on april 12th to victoria banks and george banks in the Doylestown Hospital. born to loving parents, isaiah grew up as an only child.

isaiah learned to keep to himself and care for himself very early on, as both of his parents were usually at work. they worked hard to provide for isaiah and themselves, but always put their son first. they

the time they spent at work would be made up at home, albeit this time could never be fully made up for a young isaiah. he had spent more time with babysitters and nannies than his own parents. of course, isaiah knew his parents loved him, but all the bonds that were supposed to be formed hadn’t; the time frame had passed.

the time they did spend together was… memorable, really. not in a bad way, but every moment— every waking minute— made isaiah into the man he is today.

every night, when his mother was home early enough, she would sing him a soft lullaby. when she wasn’t, his mother had recorded this lullaby onto a tape for him to listen to. this lullaby was the song that made mr. sandman: Mr. Sandman by The Chordettes. it wasn’t a typical children’s lullaby by any means, but by god he loves that song— present tense intended.

then, a problem arose: school. starting middle school is one thing, but isaiah found out how cruel children could be.

isaiah was big, to put it lightly. five foot six at age 12 was enough ground for bullying, and being dropped off by a few different babysitters/nannies in the morning only added to the ammunition.

with how big he was, the bullying never went farther than verbal harassment. soft giggling every time he talked in class, glances from across the classroom, the bullying was subtle except for the occasional direct blow to isaiah.

his boxing interest began when he was thirteen, where his parents enrolled him in a self defense class that revolved around boxing and the sort. they had found out about the bullying from the babysitters, as isaiah had been reporting what they had been saying to him. there, young isaiah learned the basics of boxing: dodging, punching, and jabs had been added to his arsenal.

isaiah had always relished in the safety of knowing that he’d never get attacked at school, but unfortunately this was false.

it was brutal really; the poor boy had been caught in the bathroom and was attacked from behind, slammed his face into the sink, and assaulted from there. it took around two minutes for teachers to hear the commotion, but they were two minutes too late.

there, isaiah was brought to the hospital. no one truly knows the full extent of his injuries, minus his parents. if you look closely at mr. sandman, his top teeth are a little crooked.

nothing exactly eventful happened other than he moved schools, and everything was smooth from there.

his boxing career began to take off when he was 17, when he met an old babysitter of his— one who had taken care of him up until he was 13. he had become a boxing coach and offered to take isaiah up as a student.

if you ever ask mr. sandman in an interview about his boxing idol, he’d most likely say his coach. that man taught him nearly everything he knows, and even taught him the dreamland express move that mr. sandman is most known for, albeit modified.

mr. sandman picked up his alias when his coach told him about the WVBA and their boxers. it was almost inevitable he’d choose mr. sandman in honor of his mother.

he had his first fight at age 18, where it went swimmingly well. records of this fight have been lost to time, but, according to word of mouth, mr. sandman nearly killed the poor man.

i gotta be honest w u all idk how to continue this. umm mr sandman meets a wvba recruiter and then uh yah.😁😁😁

#punch out #punch out wii #mr sandman #mr. sandman #IM MR SANDMANS BIGGEST FAN IVE SAID IT BEFORE BUT IT STANDS #AAAAAARRAGHHH #half of this is me just projecting onto him #also can we talk abt his hairstyle in TD like. who is ur barber #bazooka-overkill #bazooka overkill #also maybe hourglass if u squint

20 notes · View notes

captainjunglegym · 3 months

Text

WIP Wednesday - 31/01/2024

Tagged by jon @bigassbowlingballhead <3

Uhhh so much in my brain here's a few things. Once I've finished my groundhog day fic, Henry Fox is Alive (which shall b soon) I'll do another long form firstprince fic AND some other short smutty ones too i believe

Untitled 'Other Woman' Fic (Firstprince, AU, chaptered)

Alex isn’t a detective. In fact, Alex is oblivious to most things. He didn’t know that his sister and his best friend were dating until Nora (the best friend) and June (the sister) were practically dry humping on his futon after his birthday party. He didn’t know that one of his law professors was part of a scheme that was laundering money for a corrupt business, even though the signs were there in hindsight. And his parents divorce? Well that certainly caught him off guard. But he isn’t stupid. Despite the aforementioned corrupt law professor, Alex does actually have a law degree from NYU and he does work at a very prestigious law firm in New York City. So, when the guy he’s been seeing, Marcus, accidentally texts him using the wrong name – well, he knows how it goes. Guys are cheaters. The texts say the following: Marcus 🍆 H, I’m going to be out of town thurs – Sunday for meetings (Lie, he's going upstate with Alex for a vacation.) Marcus 🍆 I love you and I’m kissing you (Barf) Marcus 🍆 Also remember the plumber is coming Friday to fix the sink in our ensuite (Oh, goodie they live together, and they have an ensuite. Pretentious pricks.) It takes Alex too long to realise, after he’d received these texts, that if Marcus lives with this H person, then it's Alex who is ‘the other woman.’ Fucking shit. And so, the detective work begins. He ghosts Marcus’ cheating ass, then sets about to find H and tell him he’s living with a lying cheating piece of shit. What could possibly go wrong?

No pressure tags for a few moots but it's late in the game y'all probs already been tagged! @eusuntgratie @sunnysideprince @nocoastposts @anincompletelist (and @ anyone who wants to get tagged! Again i've barely had this blog two minutes so let me know if you wanna get tagged in this stuff!)

other (more depraved) wips under the cut:

Untitled watersports fic (firstprince, canon, oneshot) 😵‍💫😳

Alex’s depraved mind lights up. “Get your cock out baby.” “What?” Henry squeaks. “Get your cock out,” Alex commands. “Let me get you hard so you can hold it better.” And Alex really is a certified freak, getting so much enjoyment out of this. But Henry, forever his good boy, does as he’s told and lets out little breathy moans as he pulls his cock out of his pants. He’s already a little hard, chubbed up from the pressure, and Alex wastes no time in getting his hands on it. He squeezes Henry’s cock in a way he knows feels good when you’re dying for a piss. Henry lets out a punchy little ‘uh’ and lets his head flop backwards onto the headrest. Alex begins pumping Henry’s cock slowly as it hardens, and it’s a little dry, but Alex has a feeling it won’t be dry for much longer.

An Invitation to fuck my mouth (Nick/Taylor RPF, oneshot, part of a series)

He finds himself staring. Any and all opportunity, Taylor will stare slack jawed and dumb, captivated by Nick’s elegant neck and those ridiculous lips. Nick could be talking to someone, a friend or something. He could be just sat there watching his dumb Arsenal on tv and Taylor will have to pinch the skin of his thigh to stop staring, to stop getting hard just from looking at him. But those lips. Taylor knows they feel good on his cock. And that neck. Well, Taylor isn’t unused to wrapping a hand around it. He wants more though. He wants to choke Nick with his cock. He wants to see his big dick fuck that throat raw. It’s depraved and dirty and a little scary. Nick’s not a delicate flower, but Taylor doesn’t want to hurt him. Wait. No. He kind of does. “Fuck.” He says out loud. “You alright darling?” Nick asks, oblivious. Yeah, he wants to fuck this man’s throat.

#fic tag #wip wednesday #its also barely wednesday for me now its 23:54 lol

24 notes · View notes

cricketnationrise · 3 months

Note

For your 500 followers celebration! 12:45 pm the Haus porch. Shitty and Jack or another bestie pair

Lyrics "We can do this every night You can be my ride or die And we can live this way every day Go out like dynamite, I'm living life, ride or die Gonna live this way every day" the Knocks "Ride or Die"

I'm at this handle on AO3 also.

HELL YES JACKSHIT MY BELOVED BFFS

a genuine pleasure to write them, thank you for the prompt and all your lovely comments the past few years :D

want your own ficlet? followers can submit their own prompt using these guidelines through Jan 31, 2024

🏒🏒🏒🏒

12:45pm, haus porch

“Jackabelle!” Shitty calls up the stairs. “Get your perfect, gravity-defying ass down here!”

“I’m still unpacking!”

“Unacceptable reasoning—motion denied.”

“On what grounds?” Shitty can hear the amusement in his best friend’s voice.

“On the grounds that that’s stupid, and I’m down here, waiting for you so we can celebrate a new year.”

Shitty punches the air in triumph when he hears Jack’s feet crossing his room, refuses to look at all contrite in the face of Jack’s faux-disapproving glare as he comes down the stairs.

“I really should unpack—”

“Absolutely fuckin’ not. Time for that later. Or you can get the frogs to do it,” he says, shepherding Jack out onto the porch. “Right now is best friend time, no more arguments.”

“Fine, fine.” Jack sounds all put out, but Shitty catches the way his lips quirk up at the corner and knows he isn’t actually bothered. If he really didn’t want to come downstairs he wouldn’t have played along with Shitty’s jokes earlier.

“Sit down, Jack-o, it’s Best Friend Porch Swing O’Clock.” He hip checks Jack in the direction of the swing before grabbing two drinks out of the cooler he packed twenty minutes and one of his own suitcases ago.

“Cheers to the best year ever,” he says, pushing one of the bottles into Jack’s hand and flopping down, more onto his best friend than the swing.

“Shitty, I don’t—”

“It’s non-alcoholic, J.”

“Oh.” Jack picks at the label with his thumbnail. “Thanks.”

“Got your back, bro,” Shitty says, shrugging. The motion sets the swing swaying wildly and they both have to grab hold of the wood armrests for a bit before Jack gets a foot on the porch floor to steady them.

“My hero,” he says, fluttering his eyelashes, mentally cheering when Jack huffs out a laugh.

“Anytime, Shits.”

“Now, cheers! To a new school year, and a new hockey season with the best damn captain Samwell Men’s Hockey could ask for!”

Jack clinks his bottle against Shitty’s, but he’s not smiling now, just staring out at the street, brow furrowed, full Hockey Robot mode.

“You are the best captain we could ask for, you know.”

Jack exhales hard, takes a swig of his drink. “The other guys only voted for me because of my last name.”

“Yeah, probably,” Shitty says, blithely.

That startles Jack into actually looking at him.

“Your name’s your name, Jack—no getting around it. Well,” he says, “I guess you could change it, but that’s a lot of paperwork and everyone would still know who you are, so probably you should just leave it. But you’re gonna absolutely smash it as captain this year. Not because of your dad, who is admittedly, pretty great, or because of your fucking stellar stats.” Shitty makes sure to look directly into Jack’s eyes, willing him to hear Shitty this time. “You’re gonna be a great captain because you care. You care so much about what happens to this team, and you want us to be the best we can. And the others will see that and get in line.”

Shitty lets his speech sit in the still-humid air around them, lets Jack sit with those words while they drink in silence, watching the occasional car drift by.

“Thanks, Shits.”

Jack presses their shoulders together firmly, a non-verbal I appreciate you that Shitty learned last year.

“‘Course. Now can we fuckin’ celebrate? Because I’ll bet the tub juice fund for the year that you haven’t yet.”

“Yeah, go on then,” Jack says, his smile actually visible to the average human now, and not just Shitty, who has put in the ten thousand hours to become an expert in Jack Zimmermann’s expressions.

Shitty punches the air again, and yells, “FUCKING BEAUT OF A CAPTAIN RIGHT HERE!” loud enough to echo around the street.

The LAX-holes across from them immediately shout for him to shut the fuck up, brah, but Shitty ignores them in favor of savoring Jack cracking up next to him, worries wiped away for now.

#cricket writes #itsthekiks #ficlet fest 500 #omgcp #check please #jack and shitty ride or die #i love them your honor

27 notes · View notes

marvelstarker-mha98 · 3 months

Text

The Runaway Distance Life Of A Little Stark chapter 31: Where do we Go from here?

Pairing: Tony Stark & daughter!Reader, tony stark x Pepper potts, Tony stark & ben parker, Happy hogan, tony stark & Pepper potts, Maria hill & Tony stark, Ben parker, may parker & peter parker, Roberta Rhodey & tony stark, Peter parker & harley keener, Peter parker, harley keener & tony stark, Matt Murdoch & Foggy Nelson, Matt Murdoch x stark! Reader Summary: What happens after the will Warning: Kiss and flashback

"I'd also like to say that this USB is gonna burn out in a minute." You added on a slightly less serious note at the end. "You know, just in case certain people try to get their hands on this. Precautions and all that."

You took a slow intake of breath.

"That's it. For real, now. Goodbye... I love you."

Your words were hanging in the air even after the video had finished.

Nobody knew what to say or what to do or who was supposed to talk first after all of that. They simply kept to themselves in silence, the occasional sound of a sniffle or quiet sob being all that got through.

Pepper took a long minute to gather her thoughts and emotions as she wiped her eyes tenderly. She was the first to speak.

"Did (Y/n) leave anything else?" She asked quietly.

"I think that's it." Foggy said.

"No, there's more." Matt said, receiving a curious look from his partner. "Not something she left, but something she said."

"What was it?" Tony questioned, his tone eager.

"Only that if any of you needed help, you come to Nelson and Murdock if you don't know where else to go. She trusted us and she hoped that would be enough incentive. We hope so, too."

Foggy was quite surprised, clearly not having been in the room when you discussed this with Matt. The Starks and Parkers were also pleasantly taken aback, but found comfort knowing that you were watching out for them even now.

"We do have a calling card." Matt added. "Please, don't hesitate if you need us."

A silence followed as he waited for Foggy to put the copies of the mentioned card on the table. When he sensed that his partner didn't move, he lightly nudged Foggy's shoulder, prompting him into action.

"Thanks." Tony murmured, picking up one of the cards. "We'll think about it."

He was being genuine, of course. If he or Stark Industries ever needed a hand or two in legal obligations, he was assured by your faith in the lawyer duo. Pepper was thinking the same as each of them also took a card.

"Thank you." Ben also said, tucking it into his jacket. "If she trusted you, that's more than enough."

After the meeting had been called to end, everyone headed out of the office.

"Until we meet again, Mr. Stark, Ms. Potts." Matt said, shaking their hands once more.

"It was a pleasure." Foggy added, doing the same.

"Thank you for taking care of (Y/n)'s wishes." Pepper said.

"She was wonderful to work with."

"Even after you tried to gift her with cigars." Matt commented.

"She said she was flattered."

"And that's where we stop talking." Tony quickly intervened. "Again, thanks for everything."

They exchanged farewells and, soon after, Pepper noticed something.

"Where's Harley and Peter?" She asked.

Tony looked around, spotting Roberta in conversation with her son and Happy. They walked over while the Parkers stayed to talk to Hill.

"Roberta, where are the boys?" Pepper asked again.

"They're just outside, dear." Roberta said, having heard the concern in the other woman's voice. "Safe and sound, I promise. They're taking a good look at that watch (Y/n) left to Peter."

Tony's lips flickered up in a small smile at the news. Before, whenever someone mentioned your name, he would find his chest tightening and his heart thumping, but now, although those feelings still remained, it was accompanied by something lighter too.

"I appreciate the eye." He said.

"Anytime." Roberta smiled. "And I have to ask, how did the meeting go?"

"It was certainly something."

"She told me to get a girlfriend." Happy spoke up, smiling weakly.

"Oh, did she now?" Roberta chuckled, also with a tilt of the lips. "That's easily remedied. I have a list of my friends' daughters who are single."

He immediately turned red with embarrassment. "You don't have to do that."

"Nonsense. If (Y/n) wanted you to get a girlfriend, we'll get you one. I'd recommend Alice. She's lovely, that girl."

As Roberta started to list the qualities of 'Alice', Happy looked to Rhodey for help, motioning for him to change the subject quickly.

"She also made a video." He said, saving his friend.

Roberta stopped what she was doing and a small gasp of surprise escaped from her lips. "She did?"

"Yeah."

"And what did she give you? Do you need a woman too?"

Rhodey looked down with a smile as he shook his head. "No. She actually left me her car."

"Oh, how lovely."

Tony couldn't resist a little smile as he moved behind his best friend to mouth 'it's a flying car.'

Roberta showed intrigue. "A flying car..."

Rhodey looked back up and wondered how she knew, only to catch sight of Tony mimicking a flying motion. He playfully glared and Tony shrugged innocently.

"A little unconventional, I'll admit, but our little girl always was as eccentric as her father." Roberta admitted, sparing Tony a kind glance. "A flying vehicle sounds just like her dream car. I hope you'll be sensible, James."

Rhodey nodded. "Always, Ma."

Roberta was assured by that at least. She trusted him to be safe enough since he already did the majority of his military missions in the War Machine suit anyway. Perhaps the car would be a useful addition to those missions too.

It brought a tear to her eye thinking about it. She could remember when you were barely old enough to talk, and one of the first things you said was Rhodey's name as you gave him your favorite toy car.

"Do you know what kind of car it is?" She asked.

Rhodey went to answer but paused when he realized that he didn't actually know. "I didn't ask."

Almost as if the mention had summoned them, Hill and the Parker couple walked over as well. Rhodey asked about the car as soon as he could, eager to see it.

"It's here." Hill explained. "The parking lot, all the way from the garage."

"And it's in good condition?" He asked.

"There were damages from the incident but we managed. I'll take you."

"Hold on, which incident?" Roberta questioned.

Hill looked towards Tony with an uneasy glance. There were some people who didn't know all the details about your death and she was one of them.

"I'll explain later." Hill said for now, motioning for Rhodey to follow her.

"Mom?" Rhodey asked, offering his hand.

Roberta happily accepted, going to follow the two.

"Hold on." Tony called, intervening before they got too far. "(Y/n)... She said she left the Avengers a place, that you'd show us. Where is it?"

Hill paused, sparing him a second glance. "In time. After I've sorted the car out, then you'll see the surprise. Just hang around."

"Alright. I'll be here."

She nodded thankfully and left with the Rhodes duo. After this, Tony turned back to Pepper and the others, tuning in to their conversation also.

"Where's Peter?" May was asking.

"Your nephew is okay." Pepper reassured her. "He's with another boy, Harley Keener. Is that alright with you, Mrs. Parker?"

"Of course, Ms. Potts, it'll be nice for him to make another friend. And, please, call me May."

"Only if you call me Pepper." The other woman teased, smiling at her. "I think they're just around the corner."

"Thank you. I've got to say, it's an honor to meet (Y/n)'s real family."

Pepper nodded in agreement. "We're all her family now. She loved you just as much as us by the sounds of it."

"I hope so. Ben and I will be heading home soon and we'd love for you to join us. It's a chance to see (Y/n)'s apartment before it's tidied."

"Of course." She looked over at Happy next. "We'll follow behind?"

"Sure." Happy confirmed. "No problem."

She would've asked Tony to come with them too but he had the whole Avengers thing to deal with first. She knew he'd rather get that out of the way before seeing the apartment. And with that concluded, Pepper, May, and Happy headed towards the cars. Ben opted to stay behind for a moment.

He found rest against a wall and had been completely quiet during the women's exchange due to the 60k check in his hands. He still couldn't believe your generosity, knowing he truly didn't deserve a reward that great after everything. The SHIELD stamp on the paper and your signature dotted down in cursive glistened in the dying sunlight, making him sigh.

Tony, who had been observing the other man from a distance, finally chose to approach. "Ben Parker?"

The older man looked up, shaken from his thoughts. "That's right."

"Hey. It was good to meet you, even under these... Well, you know."

Ben gave a stiff nod. "Yes, I know."

"Yeah. So, you, uh... You doing alright?"

In all honesty, there wasn't an answer to the question. Instead, he just showed Tony the salary check.

"This shouldn't be mine." He said. "If anyone, you should take it."

Tony raised a brow. "What?"

"You're her father. She always loved you the most, even from the start. She was good like that."

"That's what they tell me."

"I'm sorry you didn't get a redo. It was all she wanted during the last few years. She... She didn't know what else to do but work and save and survive. And this money, I can't accept it. Please, take it."

Tony hesitated, considering the words for a moment. "She left it to you, not me."

"Sixty thousand." Ben sighed. "I've only ever dreamed of that amount, and it's not even the whole thing. Agent Hill said there's more."

"Unfortunately I'm already rolling in money and silk sheets." He joked. "I think you should save it for the kid. That's what she wanted."

Ben remained silent for a moment, staring at the check. "She loved him so much."

"I'm sure. I wish I'd known her like you did. I didn't know anything until it was too late."

Ben understood. He thought back on the shared conversations with you about family issues. You used to be so angry and acted out because you didn't feel like Tony could see you when you were younger. He thought about how it all changed when the hit was sent out, when you changed.

Maybe Tony was right.

Even if Ben didn't want to accept all the money, the least he could do was respect your wish and send Peter to MIT when he was old enough if that was where he still wanted to go when the time came.

"You are a normal family, right?" Tony then asked. "No aliens, secret spies, or wizards involved? I'm only asking because there's been a lot of that lately."

Ben looked at him, holding back a small chuckle. "We're normal."

"Good. That's good. So you met (Y/n) through Fury?"

"That's right."

Tony waited for more. "You gonna make me ask about it?"

Ben did let a chuckle slip out that time and nodded. "I'll tell you. But it's what he'd call 'classified' so I'd appreciate it if you kept it between us."

"Yeah, no, totally." He mimicked a cross over his heart. "Just between us girls, I promise."

Ben smiled, already seeing shining similarities between you and your dad.

"It started with my brother - Richard - and his wife, Mary. They worked for SHIELD in the early days." He explained. "The agent and the scientist, that's what everybody called them. They were high up in the ranks and were one of the few that Fury called friends. They left Peter with May and I when they had missions out of state."

"They're gone too?"

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay. It's been a while."

Tony, much unlike he usually would, felt a strong pang of sympathy for Peter losing his parents, especially as it sounded like SHIELD business probably ended their family. He knew that pain, losing you in a similar way.

"Does the kid know?" He asked.

Ben shook his head. "After we were told, I wanted Fury to remove everything. I didn't want any trace of Peter there to risk him being a target. When he's the right age, if he asks, then he'll know."

"Just like (Y/n)." Tony mumbled, remembering that the fear for others' safety is what prompted the running away. "Do you know why Fury chose her?"

"I'm not sure, to be honest. He told us that it just had to be. Peter just needed someone."

"Why? What happened?"

"There was... It was a bad series of incidents with a babysitter. Peter didn't understand what was happening until we realized and put a stop to it."

Tony stayed silent for a moment, mulling over the words. He understood what Ben hadn't explicitly said and felt more sympathy for Peter after hearing it. It also triggered some of his own worries about you and all the years he missed. What if something similar had happened because he hadn't been there? Did you ever have to experience that same confusion and fear?

"(Y/n) came afterwards and it really helped Peter." Ben added. "They had a good connection. She taught him how to build things and laugh again, and he even taught her some things too. Namely pranks."

The two men shared a smile at that.

"Peter's a sweet kid. He's kind and intelligent, and he needed someone like (Y/n) to grow with that. Especially after what happened with the sitter. I'm pretty sure the best part of his life was when she introduced him to Star Wars. Star Trek and Back To The Future too."

Tony nodded, envisioning the scene in his head.

"She's the reason he wants to go to MIT." Ben also revealed. "She said that the great hero Tony Stark went there too and he was fixated on it after that."

Tony had a mixed flurry of emotions go through him after that. You called him a hero. Not Iron Man or the Avenger, but him.

"Did she talk about me a lot?" He asked.

Ben smiled, giving him a nod. "Once she started to hate all the anger she felt and made it positive instead, she couldn't stop. Rather than resentful she became proud. She was so scared during the Battle of New York. Terrified. Then there were the panic attacks and the anxiety... She hated being away."

A lump formed in Tony's throat and prevented him from breathing properly. Every time he heard it, an apology or how proud you were, it didn't feel real. After all, he may have changed, but there would always be part of the man he used to be inside of him. That was a man no one should ever want to be proud of.

Ben was about to mention you being at the Stark Expo next but was suddenly interrupted by Harley and Peter. Peter was looking incredibly shy, and Harley rather excited. He took Peter straight up to Tony.

"Hi." He beamed.

"Hey, kid." Tony replied.

"This watch is so cool!" Harley showed Peter's wrist where it was still strapped on. "Karen is awesome! She's smart and cool and even funny! She tracks things too! (Y/n) was super smart!"

"Sure was." He smiled, taking a good look at the design. "What do you think, Peter?"

Peter looked like a deer in headlights, stunned that his hero was actually talking to him.

"Really cool." He mumbled. "I'm happy (Y/n) remembered."

"She'd never forget." Ben said as he ruffled his hair affectionately.

"You were pretty close, huh?" Tony asked.

Peter nodded. "She said we were special siblings. Not related by blood but related because of happiness and choice."

Tony Stark wasn't the kind of man to get emotional over simple words but knowing how much Peter clearly meant to you fueled that strange urge to protect the boy even more. He wanted to continue your mission to watch over Peter, to make you proud again.

"Hey, underoos." He said, kneeling down in front of Peter. "You're (Y/n)'s neighbor so that means you're mine now, too. How does that sound?"

Peter still looked pleasantly bewildered but now there was also a light in his eyes again.

"I'd like that." He said.

On their way back to the office, Matt and Foggy were deep in conversation.

Foggy was of course driving while Matt was verbally listing what you had willed and making sure that everyone had gotten what they were left with. After it was all confirmed, Foggy let his curiosity get the better of him.

"I didn't know (Y/n) wanted us to look out for her family." He commented. "I mean, I'll say yes, but it was in the will?"

Matt sighed as he nodded. "Sorry I didn't tell you."

"When did it happen?"

"After we sorted everything else last year. I made a promise to her."

Foggy glanced over, curious. "Why do I get the really annoying feeling that you're not telling me something?"

A year ago, Matt had wound up in a SHIELD recovery wing.

Some very lucky thugs had managed to get a few good hits in before he stopped their criminal activity. He was only saved a worse beating because a certain (Y/n) Stark had arrived with SHIELD agents to deal with the criminals too.

You were talking with the SHIELD doctor about Matt's condition. After a lengthy debrief, all things considered, he was going to be okay as long as he got plenty of rest.

"Thanks." You said to the doctor, giving him a friendly smile before you split ways.

He went into the office by the wing entrance and you headed over to Matt's bed. He was awake which was good.

"Morning, princess." You teased.

He turned towards the sound of your voice, managing a small smile. "Ellen."

"Hey. How you feeling?"

"Like a million bucks."

"Oh, I'm sure. By the way, I hope my estate agent is still kicking. That was quite the brawl."

"He's okay." Matt promised. "Alive? Yes. Traumatized? Probably."

You scoffed in amusement, sitting down beside the bed. "I guess that's the best any of us can ask for, huh?"

"Apparently so."

"You know, it's a good thing my team brought you here instead of the hospital. You and I both know a certain nurse who complains every time she's gotta stitch you up."

Matt nodded, smiling again. "'Violent vigilantism' she calls it."

"Exactly. At least in SHIELD, no one complains."

"Ah, yes. What's the jury on that?"

"A few broken ribs, a dash of bruising, a nice big spoonful of pain." The two of you shared a laugh. "Seriously, though, you'll be fine. Just rest up for a few days and take the painkillers as prescribed."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Ugh, please, I'm definitely not old enough to be considered a ma'am."

His lips curved up in a smirk. "Keep telling yourself that."

You mocked a gasp. "Matthew, how dare you."

He raised a hand in surrender. "Sorry. I couldn't resist."

You smiled either way. "You're lucky I like you, Mr. Vigilante. Although, I'm really not a fan of the suit."

Matt groaned. "Really? This again?"

"Come on! Let me work my magic. Pretty please?"

"No."

"But they're literally just pajamas at this point. And without a proper suit designed to withstand a few matches, what if you get hurt even worse in future? Do you really want everyone worrying about you? I mean, with a new suit I could modify shock absorption, boost the force of a punch, even give you soles as light as a feather so you're extra quiet-"

"Fine."

You froze. "Wait, really?"

"You won't stop until I say yes, so... Yes. Just don't lose sleep over it. I know what you're like."

You grinned, happy. "Thank you, Matty."

"Just don't give me one of those AI's you're so fond of. I like FRIDAY, but I don't want that kind of distraction."

"Okay, okay. We'll take notes later."

"You're very persistent, you know that?"

"I do. It's great."

Matt shook his head with a subtle smile. "How are the others?"

"They're fine." You replied. "Worried about you, but fine. I let them know that you'll live."

"Good. And thanks again."

"For what?"

"Arriving with those agents. I'm pretty sure I'd be at the bottom of a dumpster without you."

"Hey, no sweat. I'm just happy I got to kick some ass."

"Still, I don't like it when others have to get involved." He lowered his voice so any lingering ears wouldn't pick up what he was saying. "Especially when one of them is a runaway billionaire."

"Again, I got to kick ass. It's all good."

You shared a smile.

"Oh, and Fogs called earlier." You added. "Just beside himself with worry."

Matt chuckled. "Really?"

"Dreadful, it was. But I dropped by at the office and explained what happened and he found solace in my words."

"Naturally."

"Yep. You've got a true friend there. He even gave me cigars as a thanks for helping you out."

"Of course he did." He sighed.

"Yeah, what's up with that? Why cigars?"

"We're probably better off not knowing."

"Fair point. I'm more of a beer drinker anyway. Maybe a really aged wine. Anyway, I told him I was flattered. I'll probably be handing them off to some of the guys who might actually use them. Don't tell him that last bit, though."

"Your secret is safe with me."

"Many thanks." You laughed a little but soon turned serious as you remembered the second reason you stopped at the office. "While I was there I also dropped off the box for the will. And the USB."

Matt nodded in understanding, knowing how much all of it meant to you. "How are you holding up?"

You went to reply but hesitated. In all honesty, you were scared. The will was just a precaution and you tried to play it off with jokes but the reality that things could turn very bad very quickly was starting to bite at you.

"It's weird." You confessed. "Planning my own death is... You don't expect to be doing that until you're at least fifty and yet here I am. I'm just glad I've got you, Matty. And Fogs. I wouldn't have asked anybody else."

Matt reached out and you held his hand as he spoke next. "We'll always be here for you, (Y/n). I promise."

"I know. I'm grateful. Any other person would've blabbed to the whole world about who I am."

"Yeah, well, I was taught to respect others, not exploit them."

You smiled a little. "I didn't expect morals from a boxing background."

"You'd be surprised."

"I don't doubt it."

You hesitated next, thinking about a request you had.

"If it's not too much, there's something else I'd like to add in the will. Well, sort of. It's more of a personal thing."

Matt nodded. "Of course."

"If something does happen to me in the end and I do end up... Dead... I want to leave your details with my family. The Parkers and the Starks. I'd feel better knowing they had you and Fogs protecting them."

He was surprised. "We'd be happy to. But your dad? I think he can afford better than us."

"True, but I don't exactly trust anyone else after what happened. His lawyer could be a - a sewer alien or something."

"A... Sewer alien?"

You laughed. "I don't know! But... Yeah. And you never know, you could even be an honorary Avenger out of it."

"I think I'll pass on that. Do they even need the help?"

"Everyone needs help."

"Alright. We'll do what we can."

"Thank you, Matty."

"I should be saying that to you." He joked, referring to his current condition.

You squeezed his hand lightly. "Still, I appreciate you looking out for me."

"(Y/n), I'd do anything for you. I promise."

You felt a warm sensation inside, like butterflies of nerves and anticipation. Whether it was just his words or something else entirely, you found yourself drawn to Matt. He was so genuinely kind and helpful and intelligent. He was one of the truest people you knew.

And so, letting your bold side take control, you slowly leaned in until your lips were mere inches apart. You felt both his and your own breath hitch at the sudden closeness. For a moment, you hesitated. But neither pulled away.

Matt was the one to close the gap, kissing you so softly you almost wanted to beg for more. His hand tightened around yours and you used your other hand to cup his cheek and deepen the kiss.

"How did I miss all of that?!" Foggy practically yelled, stunned.

Matt remained silent as he reminisced on that day. He wished more than anything to relive it, to have just one more moment with you.

"(Y/n) didn't mention any of that to me." Foggy continued. "I remember the night, though. And I definitely wasn't as worried as she made me sound. I was super cool."

Matt hummed to show he was paying attention.

"The Avengers, though. Wow. Imagine if we got to defend the Avengers. That would be awesome!" He glanced over at his friend again. "I can't believe you kissed (Y/n)."

Matt had been waiting for that bit to come up.

"Were you guys ever a thing?" Foggy asked.

"Don't start." Matt told him lightly.

"No, really. Were you?"

"Shut up."

And despite the pestering from his friend, Matt didn't let up and give an answer. He remained completely silent on the drive back.

18 notes · View notes

hopefuldesolate · 4 months

Text

im seeing a lot of people say that the genocide going on in Gaza "isn't a genocide" because the "statistics are normal for war"

first of all, whether they are or arent isn't really important for calling for a ceasefire...? ANY civilians PEOPLE being purposefully (or even accidentally) murdered is more than a valid reason to call for a ceasefire. why are you so focused on the language anyway?

second of all, what fucking statistics are you looking at?? did you think about WHY the information was given the way it was? did you stop to ask yourself what they might gain from portraying it that way?

third, genocide or not, innocent human beings, families, children, pets, and homes are being wiped off the map. stop discoursing about the language used. you're distracting from the real issue AND you're part of the fucking problem.

fourth, all of those statistics that include year and death tolls never contain the volume of murders within a given time... you can't look at the "whole thing." if you do, you overlook something. averages aren't as important as trends. looking at ANY genocide you should really take a minute to think that usually what we define as a genocide is the tail fucking end of it. so many people overlook what builds up to it.

if you need a metaphor or whatever, here: (all information in this metaphor is completely made up for the sake of explanation) (also if you don't know how to calculate averages look it up) every year 15 people die from eating apples. this has occurred for 30 years, but this year alone 7000 people were killed from eating apples. averaged out, (15x30+7000)/31 = 241. saying *on average* 241 people die from apple consumption yearly is so fucking misleading.

also?? you cant simplify a fucking genocide/war/wtv. there are people dying, they arent numbers.

oh and btw for the morons who still want to play word definition games bcuz the only genocide they know of is the Holocaust, read here: Stages of Genocide from the Montreal Holocaust Museum

thanks! remember to think critically about who you're getting your news from and what they stand to gain from you spreading it

and before anyone asks, yes im jewish

#gaza #free palestine #free gaza #fuck israel #israel #jumblr #jewblr #anti zionisim #genocide

24 notes · View notes

soclonely · 7 months

Text

OC-Tober "A Night At 79s" Mini Event!

Our staff is happy to welcome anyone to partake in OC-Tober over at 79's clone bar! Participation isn't mandatory but we would love to get to know you and your OCs during one of the best times of the year! This years OC-Tober includes a list of fun fall themed prompts and ANY creation is welcome- whether it be a fully detailed piece of art, a or a 5 minute sketch, a moodboard, a fanfic of any size, list of headcanons, or even a silly moment one liner inspired by the prompt for your OC in a galaxy far far away!

Not able to participate in the prompts but want to chat and get into the OC game? This months "daily questions" will be geared toward generalized OC creation stuff! Want to share with others your process for how you create an OC? Are you stuck on a section of character building and want to bounce some ideas off others to get inspired? Come on in! There is also a fun list of characters of the month to encourage content for and October's characters of the month are "Your favorite mandalorian!", opening the door to any possible space warrior in tin can for you to share fun content about! The possibilities are endless! If you aren't looking to join a discord server, but still want to participate or just curious about some of the OCs passing through, Here is the prompt list provided by one of our lovely partrons this year!

Whether its 1 day or all 31, we would love to support you here on tumblr! We love supporting those who serve the Republic and creating OCs to love and spread across a galaxy far, far away is the best way to do just that! If you want your work to be noticed for following this prompt list, just tag it with the tag #MaxRebo'sBandstand so our regular patrons can enjoy any content you made! Thanks again from 79s Staff proud to serve those who serve the Republic!

WRITTEN PROMPTLIST

Pumpkin Spice and Everything Nice

Witches Brew

Crunching Leaves

Foggy Morning

Midnight stroll and a Full Moon

It's an Autumn Festival!

Warm Sweater and a hot drink

Apple Picking

Pumpkin Patch

Just a silly little ghost

Scary Movies

Vampires, Mummies, and Werewolves Oh My!

Sleepy Hollow

Carving Pumpkins

Hocus Pocus I can’t focus!

Poltergeist and Pumpkin Pie

Scarecrow

Haunted House

Candied Apple

Black cat

Costumes

Boys and Ghouls night out

Bonfire

Decay

Is it Christmas yet?

Tricks

Treats

Scarves, beanies, and gloves

Migration

Sunflowers and Cornfields

It's A Halloween party!

#79s staff #a night at 79s #star wars discord #MaxRebo'sBandstand #Max Rebo's Bandstand #star wars #star wars ocs

23 notes · View notes

archivalofsins · 17 days

Note

Heya again! Thanks for answering my what if guilty Kotoko ask! I really like hearing your thoughts.

I was also wondering how it would change if Shidou got guilty like he wanted in T1? Due to his like "this world is cruel" attitude? Don't feel obligated to answer if there are other things you want to do. I hope you enjoy your day <333

Oh, thank you for such a polite ask!

I was writing a very long post- So, it took a minute for me to get around to reading this. I hope you do like the answer though because i have a lot of thoughts on guilty Shidou. I even surprised myself a bit.

Personally I think if Shidou got the trial verdict he wanted he would have been incredibly scarred and upset by it. He's shown to be upset by people have negative opinions of him in Throw Down. So, he's the sort to be really sensitive to the opinion of others. This is because, like Kotoko he's rather oblivious to the feelings of the people around them.

For a good example think of them like Laios from Dungeon Meshi. They both put they're interests and hobbies above the feelings of others unintentionally and end up being careless with their relationships. Causing there to be a level of distance between them and others that they themselves rarely perceive if ever perceive outside of direct acts of hostility. Futa is like this to an extent as well.

Here are some instances that display this oblivious nature of his.

20/06/08

Mahiru: Shidou-san…… you’re really good-looking. Personally I think you’d be better if you ate a bit more, but you’re slim and tall, and well put together to boot…… You must’ve been super popular up until now, right?

Shidou: ……yeah, that’s true…… I did my share of fooling around in the past.

Mahiru: Oh~? That’s not the sort of answer I’d expect from you. I’ve got it! Somebody told you that if you replied like that people wouldn’t resent you so much, right?

Shidou: Haha, I’m surprised you guessed. ……it seems that no matter what guise I put on, it’s meaningless against a woman’s insight.

Q.19 What was your partner like?

Shidou: A strong person. I tend to be a bit careless in my personal life, so I was always relying on her.

In Minigram Episode 31: Going For A Walk Shidou doesn't recognize that Mu want's attention and continues walking around the panopticon.

He asks her to join her of course Shidou is courteous but he doesn't stand around idle to make small talk after she says she's not interested in walking. Going straight back to what he set out to do.

And with that he continuedd his walk. Meeting Mahiru along the way and walking with her when they wrap back around to Mu, Mahriu verbal notes and recognizes Mu is upset.

This habit is also shown of in the Minigram Episode 16: Insensitive,

Where Shidou is shown to be intrigued by Kotoko's discussion instead of disgusted like the rest of them.

Kotoko not even stopping her discussion until Futa has to remind her that he's trying to eat and maybe tallking about peeing on clothes isn't the most appropriate right now. Not even going into how she just starts this conversation because she notices him staring at his spoon.

He just fucking thinks it and Kotoko is observing people well enough to go i know what that guy's thinking but not that maybe this is not the appropriate time to say the rest off this.

Q.09 Which of the other prisoners do you think resembles you the most?

Kotoko: That’s a hard one. I’m only able to answer based on my guess on what they did. But I think the one that probably resembles me the most is Futa? Though he’s also the person who resembles me the least.

Let's get back on topic now we know that Shidou is a bit oblivious to the feelings of those around him. Is he self-conscious when those feelings are brought to his attention plainly though?

Given these lyrics in Throw Down I believe so.

"“NO” in my dream I am making you cry again, I am being blamed. “NO” the hesitation I killed is holding its breath and sniffing out lies."

Shidou cold opens his first song showing that despite strengthening his resolve to do the things he feels he must and can't stop doing the upset it creates for those around him still causes him to hesitate. That he feels upset when what he does causes others to cry or when he is being blamed for misfortune. Yet, he can't stop.

He wants this cycle to end but this cycle is also the only thing given him a reason to live.

"Tock-tock… tells me, the reason it’s ok to be here."

Shidou doesn't ask the audience to vote him guilty because he wishes tobe punished through living on being held accountable for his actions and the harm they caused. He's asking because he wants to be able to die. He wants something that tells him it's not okay to be here without it hurting him emotionally.

That's why in his first voice drama he states that doing three trials and unnecessary while asking for Es to simply skip to the death sentence. There's also this lyric that highlights his disconnect between the the repercussions for his active choices and his long term goals.

"I don’t feel scared because I don’t know."

He isn't afraid because he doesn't yet know-

"Not dead. Yeah, she's definitely not dead. I finally understand the value of what I've been robbing people of."

He's not scared to do what he's doing because he doesn't comprehend the pain he's causing people. Shidou exists to juxtapose and embody the mindset that Kotoko espouses. That people who do the sort of things that got everyone here put in Milgram possibly won't understand the severity of their actions until they've lost something.

"Es, look. Someone who committed a crime can only realise its severity through losing something. I've seen many criminals, but none of them would give way without pain."

Shidou's serves to highlight that despite how radical in her implementation Kotoko is she isn't entirely wrong. The only thing that's causing her to be wrong is the fact that her methods are inflexible she uses the same means on every individual even when it may not be situationally appropriate.

Still Shidou perfectly represents the sort of person who can casually do harm to others because they have yet to experience the same things themselves.

Or to put it simply Shidou only believed the ends justifed the means means because he wasn't the one footing the bill for those means.

"After stabbing you with my words, the blood started to flow and slowly stained my white. Hey, you remember what it feels like? The feeling to take away in order to give."

Q.15 Do you think you’ve made a contribution to society?

Shidou: I used to think my work was a contribution to society.

He's taking from others to give to himself so he won't see the issue with that cause there's he's constantly gaining. Why would he see an issue? He believes this will all pay off in the end for himself.

This is one of the reasons Delusion Tax suits him so well.

Because it's a song all about making empty promises to help the other person get what they want then just running off with all the gains. Even ending with,

"But those wishes won't really come true, even if you pay. For it's all a lie, a great big farce. Thank you for all that, that's plenty. These scraps of paper belong to me now. That's right for all these dirty delusions let's settle the bill with this dirty money."

Like thanks I used you now- You had some nice thoughts there too, right? So let's just settle the bill and end things here. Trial three double innocent Shidou is definitely going to be fun. Getting off topic having some nice thoughts of my own here but yeah.

Shidou wants the outcome of being guilty but doesn't want to walk the road to get there. He doesn't want to go through that mental torture because as he said from the start,

"“Throw down” emotions with no color I wonder if I can die with it still left."

This is why when it's immediately brought to his attention that the verdict causes mental anguish. Something that would make it impossible for him to die with emotions that have no color he changes his tune. Suddenly he needs to be innocent not for his sake though he still wants to be guilty in the end- In fact he doesn't even know the right answer yet really. He just knows that there are lives that need saving so his abilites make him indepensable. He needs to be innocent for their sake what if someone dies.

So, if Shidou was guilty with no forewarning that the verdict caused mental anguish suffering and for those to hear voices constantly blaming them something he admits being sensitive to in his first trial song... I honestly think it would have taken a very heavy emotional toll on him and he would have holed himself off as we see him doing in Throw Down and is alluded to in Triage.

Which could be why he stated this during his trial two written interrogation,

Q.07 Are there any prisoners you get along with?

Shidou: Kayano-kun has become like that, and I can’t spend my time smoking at the moment, so the smoking trio has disbanded, which is a bit lonely.

Specifying how Mikoto had become because it reminded him of how he used to act and caused him to be upset.

A trial one guilty would have emotionally wrecked this man. He was already. Hair more dishelveled than Mikoto's restraints tighter probably and not even mentioning if Kotoko is still innocent during this he would have been jumper after Futa and Before Mahiru.

Since Kotoko said,

"I attacked everyone in order, but because of the interference caused by Kayano Mikoto and Mukuhara Kazui, who was protecting Kajiyama Fuuta, I couldn't finish it properly."

So, good news Mahiru would have been uninjured since Mikoto and Kazui intervened during Kotoko's second attack.

Bad news he would not be able to really help the injured or would have possibly died. Though I don't think they'd kill him that early he'd be more injured than Mahiru for sure. Because his on the slim side as Mahiru noted and how much strength he has is unknown.

He may have reflected on his treatment of children a little and not be as demeaning to Es. Because he would respect them being able to see through his theatrics a bit more. Instead of believing Es and the audience still don't know anything yet.

"You don’t even know yet, and yet."

I could imagine despite Amane being upset with him her gritting her teeth and trying to help without him badgering over her shoulder. Because she wouldn't want anyone to die either. I mean she couldn't leave the cat alone and all it had was a scratch.

So chances are taking care of people might have fallen on her in the case of that happening. Like if Shidou was guilty and her innocent first trial or even if they were both Guilty. Since it seems Kotoko was always going to attack the prisoners in order.

Shidou would more than likely in contrast to Mahiru be opnely angry about the situation since he doesn't sem to like violence at all. Plus despite being innocent he still holds disdain towards Kotoko. Making me feel his anger over it would just be doubled and he would take low shots to hold Es to the same accountability they held him to.

Probably saying something along the lines of,

"This prisoners are your responsibilty. That's what you claimed. Right now we're all like your patients then and the only thing you seem to be doing is making us all worse. In a lot of ways you may be no different from me it seems.... Even children can be this way after all. I was naive."

Really just twisting it in. The same way he sort of does in his second voice drama already.

He does say I see how cruel this world is in Triage but I feel like he's saying that in a only a cruel uncaring world would find a person like me innocent. Especially given the information from Deep Cover confirming that Kotoko did go to court implying all of the prisoners may have from Kazui's statement on acquitted murderers in his first voice drama and Jackalope stating in Es' if this was just about the law than there would be no point in them being here.

So I thought that Shidou was once again upset that he hadn't been held accountable to the extent that he should be which meant he would have to live with himself. So I think if he were guilty trial one he would consider that to be fair in a lot of ways. Yet not be able to handle all the voices judging and blaming him. He'd probably take it a little harder than Futa maybe go to others for reassurance.

Because of his carelessness he wouldn't be able to support himself in the face of scrutiny like that. He'd probably either end up relying a bit on Mikoto who didn't have anyone else to confide in about his guilty verdict because Futa basically told him there's no use talking to him about it. Plus Mikoto and Kazui are the only two in Milgram he treats somewhat like equals.

If Kazui is still innocent under this framing he could end up relying on him or being around the both of them more. The smoking club definitely would not have disbanded because Shidou would probably be smoking more if anything. Like I just imagine him being super dispondent and a bit shaken in his belief about children.

He would defintiely take Es more seriously after that's for sure.

#gunsli rambles #milgram #shidou kirisaki

10 notes · View notes

jmdbjk · 2 years

Text

Happy Tumblr Anniversary to me

Exactly 1 year ago I started blabbing on this hellsite. A lot happened in one year...

• Oct. 2021: In the Soop 2: people were analyzing the clues Bam was throwing down to prove if Jimin and Jungkook lived together. And then we get this followed by an invitation to partake in ramen:

• Also Oct. 2021: Jimin’s birthday VLive when he made a phone call to JK (suspiciously staged?) and Jungkook immediately (less than 1 minute) zips up or down the elevator to join him briefly.

• Nov. 2021: BTS historically wins the AMAs Artist of the Year Award and during that acceptance speech, JK had us hanging because “in 2022 we’re gonna focus on....” feeding jk some pizza…

• Also Nov. 2021: The PTD LA VMinKook VLive when Jimin and Jungkook officially name their (fake) YouTube channel “Mingoogie.”

• Dec. 2021: Jin unleashes Super Tuna on an unsuspecting world and surprised himself with an instant hit.

• Also Dec. 2021: the creation of individual Instagram accounts and we are blessed with a series of photos from Santa Monica Beach including this one...

• Jan. 2022: The Hunger Games of Artist Made Merch began.

• Also Jan. 2022: the world stopped for a week from Jan. 31-Feb. 5 when Jimin was admitted to the hospital for an emergency appendectomy and treatment for COVID simultaneously.

• Feb. 2022: Jimin finally is discharged from the hospital and goes home to recuperate and shares with us on Weverse that he’s watching “The Notebook” for the nth time.

February was a particularly meager month for us as we did not get as much content as we had been.

• March 2022: We discover Jimin’s new moon tattoo and his “Youth” tattoo behind his ear and we collectively freak out. And JK seems to have covered some of his tattoos…and we start seeing more nipples... the normalizing of naked Bangtan has begun...

• Also March 2022: Jimin blesses us with the “air ass slap” video.

• April 2022 (the month that kept on giving): Jimin April Fools us by changing the Twitter handle of the BTS official account to Jimin Park and every post appears like this:

Also April 2022: The Grammy Awards... and Rolling Stone inadvertently reveal they are Jikookers:

Also April 2022: PTD Las Vegas...

May 2022: The Perilla Leaf Debate raged on... and proved they can’t be a couple because those darn leaves get stuck together. Ok whatever you say...

Also in May 2022: BTS is invited by the White House and President Biden to speak during our National Asian American and Pacific Islander Heritage Month. And they did amazing...(this photo is surreal)...(and we see you Jimin and JK)...

Also May 2022: Jikook just Jikooking in Washington DC at Dave and Busters? (courtesy of @uarmyhope).

June 2022: The bombshell heard ‘round the world. BTS going on hiatus/not a hiatus, BTS embarks on Chapter 2... and oh look, Namjoon already said they would perform Run BTS (actually practically spoiled that choreography was being created for it) and right before this he sort of said old songs like Mic Drop and Fake Love might be popular with fans but they are ready to move on from them... go watch it again. Calm down people.

July 2022: Hobi killed it with Jack in the Box and Hobipalooza.

Also in July 2022: They are THAT couple at a party...

Aug. 2022: VampKoo drops and Armys (who were in the midst of some sort of Werewolf fantasy) were in shambles...

Sept. 2022: Jungkook’s birthday WeLive (with his lil hairclips) and Jin’s interrogation of who came to wish JK happy birthday in person...

Also in Sept. 2022: All we needed was a leather-gloved hand to cause a massive orgasm within the fandom...

Oct. 2022: Jimin’s birthday... the thirst trap birthday wish/invitation/horn-fest...

And here we are, full circle. So much more happened other than what I mentioned here! But I hope everyone can see what has remained consistent: Jimin and Jungkook being together. Now we are waiting for the big event of the year, Yet to Come in Busan. We’ve seen the sneak peeks of them rehearsing and we know Jimin and Jungkook are STILL happily being in each other’s space.

Also, the constant downplaying of what they are and have. So. much. energy. wasted. on that. Just accept it my friends. It is what it is.

And these words I’ve seen more times in the last year than in my entire lifetime before BTS: hypocrisy and heteronormativity. And the big “H” word... homophobia. Attitudes and views that are sadly still prevalent. I will admit, I have LEARNED A LOT being here. If only everyone else were capable of opening their minds to ideas that might be different than what they think they know.

On a much brighter note, I’ve encountered many of you who follow my crazy ramblings and you have enlightened me, made me feel like I belong here, bring me joy and make me smile every day. I will keep saying it, I love you all. We are in this Bangtan shit together and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Looking forward to what’s to come.

#rolling stone are jikookers #jimin #kookmin #jungkook #its a great day in the jikook neighborhood #jikook in the sheets #i dont know where that jikook in the sheets tag came from #it was supposed to just be jikook #jikook #happyanniversary #happy birthday bro

138 notes · View notes

bratshaws · 1 year

Text

through the hourglass 60. brb x oc

a/n:OH B O Y OH B O O Y revenge is sweet

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: BEA BEING A BADASS (rooster being low key kinda horny ngl next chapter might be s m u t )

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

chapter

1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13/14/15/16/17/18/19/20/21/22/23/24/25/26/27/28/29/30/31/32/33/34/35/36/37/38/39/40/41/42/43/44/45/46/47/48/49/50/51/52/53/54/55/56/57/58/59

(pls let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!! )

taglist: @mirandastuckinthe80s @roosterschanelslut @wiipes @lcahwriter @shrimping-for-all @gretagerwigsmuse @frenchtoastix

@lizzie-rdj @fanboyluvr @atarmychick007 @comebacktoearthpls

@peachiicherries @mak-32 @lizziespidiepridie @roosterswifey @ollyoxenfrees @piceous21 @sqrlgrl22 @hofficoffi @lexhalstead3 @lorilane33 @legendarydreamersharkparty @luckyladycreator2

@emilybradshaw @j-6o @louisahale @leobabbyyy @kulicny @winter-run @ktjmac @graciereads @bigpoppajes @taytaylala12

@caitsymichelle13 @becks-things @caatheeriinee07 @dhwanishah09 @jesfreedark @katiemcrae @lilmonstrjedi @hobiismyhopeu @teacupsandtopgun @insominac23

If Shells was present for this she’d call Beatrice ‘beautifully petty’ and be so proud of her because this was something that the blonde would definitely do. It only took a quick call to Evelyn and then another through one of Marcus’ assistants, but it was done and she couldn’t be happier.

Rooster however didn’t know what she was planning, she did everything in secret but with the same smug little smile he saw the night before. Honestly he was just glad she wasn’t anxious considering they were going to go to this ‘reunion’ in a few minutes. He kept Nicole company since his wife was changing in their bedroom, she also didn’t want to tell him the outfit she was wearing, it was also a surprise.

Did he mind? No, he did not.

She knew he liked surprises.

Plus it was always great to have something else in his mind besides the fact that her cousins are still bitching at her because of her body. As he waits for Beatrice sitting on the sofa, his eyes move to Nicole who is already looking at him, her eyes getting greener and greener, even more than Beatrice’s eyes were almost turning into a light shade of blue if he squinted, “So,Birdie,” he begins as he crosses his legs by the knee, leaning closer to his daughter’s carrier, “We are going to see some people, some people that neither I or mommy enjoy but neither do your uncles and aunt.”

Rooster her her full attention, those big eyes blinking at him as she had her little fists up on her chest, “And we are not going to stay long,” he begins, gently fixing the top of her flowery blouse where the light colored button was turned inside her collar, “We are going to get in, eat something and then get out because honestly, they all suck.” he whispers as if he doesn’t want anyone to know, “And maybe when you are older you’ll get why…no you will get why we hate them so much.”

He leans against the back of the couch to tilt his head to the staircase hoping to see Beatrice but there was no sign of her yet, “Mommy and daddy just have to deal with some shit, it’s very possible you won’t even know what we are talking about when you are older.” Nicole makes a noise as if she agreed and then he laughs, tickling her tummy, “You are so cute.” she gurgles out a giggle, kicking her little legs “You are the cutest little thing in this whole universe, you know?”

Nicole grabs his watch when his hand is close enough, immediately ceasing her laughter to look at the shiny object in her line of view, slapping a tiny palm against the glass as if she wanted to grab whatever was inside for herself, “Sorry cutie, can’t have you messing with this, daddy needs the watch.”

“What are you two talking about?”

He leans his head back to check on her, but all he sees is the bottom of her feet as she walks past the staircase but doesn’t come down yet, “Just letting her know everything we’ll do today.” he leans his head a bit more, “Are you done?”

“Almost! I’m trying to find my shoes!”

“Which ones,gorgeous?”

“The beige wedges.” she explains and he hears her exclaim in triumph, “Found them!”

“Okay! Do come down soon because I wanna see what you look like!” he doesn’t get a reply after that and even if he has his body slightly angled so he could see a bit more of the second floor Beatrice was no longer there. He sighs as he readjusts himself on the seat, looking down at Nikki who was now distracted by the mobile swinging above her head.

He sat there admiring his daughter for a few minutes until he heard the sound of a solid heel walking down the steps, the dogs wagging their tails as Beatrice slowly came into view. He looked up just in time to see his wife fix her ponytail with a little smile, “...oh I love Marcus.” that dress was beautiful: it was long to her feet but with slits on each side that went up to her mid-thigh which added a bit more of a risqué vibe to it, the red color was dark enough to near maroon but it had a soft orange gradient on the skirt of the dress and the top part was hugging her body just tight enough to make her breasts appear fuller.

“So,” she turns around to give him a full view,”You like it?”

Rooster was holding his mouth closer with a hand, briefly shaking his head, “...I think we might have another baby soon.” Beatrice threw her head back in a laugh and he could see that her lips only had a light red sheen because of the cherry lip gloss she often wore, “Bea,I swear, I swear you are the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.” and her cheeks turned red but she didn’t seem bashful, she just giggled at him, stepping closer to the couch, “Now I know why you told me to wear the hibiscus shirt.”

The one she gifted him during their first outing together and the one he liked the most, “Hmhm,” she smiles, leaning down to peck his lips, the smell of cherry invading his nostrils, “So we can match.”

“I like that.” he whispers against her lips, moving forward to kiss her again but she backs away, tapping his lips with her finger before walking around the couch to see Nicole. Rooster licked his lips to keep the taste of her lip gloss in his mouth, watching her crouch down to check on Nicole and following those dangerous curves with his eyes as if he was ready to lose himself, “...You look so good.”

Beatrice flicks her eyes at him momentarily, smiling wider as she fixes the headband on Nicole’s head, combing some of the brown tresses away from her eyes, “Thank you,Roos.” she says, “I want to look good. I want to look great.”

“Well, you succeeded.” he turns his wrist up to check the time, “Do you wanna go yet?”

“Hmmm..let me check my phone, we want to come together.” she says as she stands up to where she left her phone - right by the coffee table - before sitting down next to him with one leg tucked under her. She thumbs the screen for a few seconds, “...they are saying they’ll leave in fifteen minutes, so we are all going to be fashionably late.”

“Petty.”

“Oh I know.” she sounds so pleased “It’s one step forward.”

“Do they have anything planned too?” he questions, “I know you have something in your sleeve.”

“Me? I have nothing in my sleeves, I don’t even have sleeves.” she nods to the straps that held the top of the dress up to her chest with a little smile, “I’m innocent,Roos. There’s nothing I’m planning.” he arches his brow with interest then slowly drops his gaze down her body, “Okay,maybe there is something. But I can’t tell you yet, you’ll have to see.”

“I know it has to do with Marcus, because you called one of his assistants.”

Beatrice however just smiled more, tapping her fingers together as her hands lied on top of her lap, “Maybe. I just…well, it’s a little something.”

“A little something.”

“Yep, a little something that will definitely make those hags stop bothering me.” she grins, “Marcus was very eager to help.”

“I’m sure he was.” and seeing her happy like that was more than great to him, he loved seeing her completely fearless when it came to her cousins, seeing her confident like that was a complete opposite from the last time they saw those women. He had a feeling it’d be like that during the whole day as well. “So, what’s the plan?”

“Well,we are all going to arrive together because then they’d have no time to talk shit about someone who isn’t there…unless it’s Gui and he isn’t coming.” she shrugs, “So there will be nothing else, I know each of my siblings has something else in mind…I think today will be a fun day…I just wished this wasn’t how you had your farewell.”

He smiles almost sadly, looking down at his pants’ fabric as he inhales softly, “It’s okay,baby. It’s not the end of the world for me. Besides, it’s going to be fun, isn’t it?”

“I think so.” she reciprocates the smile, reaching out to hold his hand, interlacing their fingers, “If you are okay.”

“I am okay.” he lifts their conjoined hands to press a kiss to the back of hers, keeping his lips there for a few more minutes before he drops them again, “Our talk helped a lot.”

And that made her expression light up like the Fourth of July, she was so happy she was able to make him feel better and he found that so precious. Beatrice was about to say something when her phone pinged with a notification, “Oh…well, it’s time.” she says after the quick check, “Shall we go?”

“Oh baby,” he smirks, “You know it.”

All the cars arrive at the same time, amazingly so. They all park one behind the other on the street and that makes the snotty looking women who were talking on the sidewalk look up in suspicion and confusion, one of them even lowering her glasses to see better. Beatrice’s siblings walk out first, Michael,then Leo and Cyn with the girls and finally Marina and Derek with a very shy Gabriel who stood behind his mother at all times.

Rooster then walked out himself, giving one brief look to the women who were still staring before he walks to the passenger seat to open her door, “Madam.” she laughs, holding out her hand for him to take with a playful flourish and he leans down to peck her knuckles, “There you go,gorgeous.” he says as she steps aside so she could walk, “Do you want me to get Nikki?”

“I can do it, don’t worry.” she smiles, opening the back door where Nicole was seated nicely in her carrier to unlock it and carry it to the door, “If they say it takes too much space I will place this right in their hallway.” she gestures to the carrier with a scoff, “I wanna see them try to say anything about Nikki.”

“You think they would?”

“Roos,I don’t put anything behind them.” she whispers with her eyes locked with Michael’s dark shades, her older brother gives the two a salute wave with a smirk, “Come on, let’s meet them.” and when they do join the others, no one is really knowing whose car is the one on the driveway since it was a Camaro and no one of the triplets could have that sort of horse power.

After complimenting Beatrice and Rooster’s outfits - ‘of course you two are matching’ - they made way to the front door that opened as soon as they stepped on the stone path that led to it. Melinda was the one who opened, looking a mix of annoyed and surprised at the same time, “You are all late.” she snarls, holding a martini glass in her hand with her eyes dropping to the children they had with them, “...and you brought the babies.”

Marina narrowed her eyes, holding Gabriel close to her side, “Next time we’ll ship them, don’t worry.” and she was the first one to walk in, almost shouldering her cousin as Derek followed right behind. Then it was Leo and Cyn with the girls, leaving Michael,Rooster,Bea and Nicole for last.

Michael gives Bea a look, “Let’s sit together.” he whispers as the oldest triplet is busy talking to someone inside, “I have a feeling that the power in numbers is needed this time.” and he looked up just in time as Melinda did, offering her an innocent smile as he walked past her just as his sister did.

And when Melinda’s eyes met Beatrice’s, the brunette knew that her cousin was already judging her but she didn’t falter. Instead she held onto Rooster’s arm and puffed her chest just a bit more, “Hello,cousin.”

“Hello,Bea, you look…” she looked at her up and down, “Really-”

“Beautiful,I know.” Beatrice cut her off with a little smile, shocking the other woman who just stared at her in silence, “Thank you, you look good as well.” and the two walked in finally, letting out a sigh of relief once they were out of earshot from the oldest triplet, Bea looking over her shoulder to where her cousin was - chugging the rest of the Martini - “That was good.”

“That was great, gorgeous.” he places his hand on her lower back as they walk forward into the house, “You looked really good doing it.”

“Did I?”

“You sure did,” he stops the sentence when he looks up to see a huge painting - not a picture, a painting- of the triplets standing behind their mother who looked like she was ready to cry. They were all dressed fancily with long dresses and jewels but only the triplets were smiling, “...that is…” he pauses, licking his lips as he tries to come up with a sentence that would give that justice, “...so strange.”

“They do think they are some sort of royalty,Roos.” Beatrice says with her voice low as she heard Melinda’s steps approaching them, ‘Let’s go before she explains what this means and whatnot.” he nods, not even looking back to see if Beatrice’s cousin was close by.

He had to admit that the house was really pretty and large, it was beachfront with a beautiful view of La Jolla beach that made the whole situation a lot better just because the scenery was nice. When the two joined her siblings, Beatrice did a double take when she noticed that there were three men she didn’t know sitting there as well, two of them sitting with the two women and one alone that she assumed was sitting with Melinda.

In the corner was her aunt,who immediately stood up to greet them, “Beatrice,Bradley, thank you so much for coming by.” She pecks them on the cheeks, then coos Nicole who just stares at her with a blank expression which makes the older woman’s smile drop diminutively, “Please sit down- oh, boys, this is my niece Beatrice and her husband Bradley.” the three men threw a greeting their way, and one of them - the one sitting alone - looked at Beatrice for too long, especially for Bradley’s liking.

The tall pilot clenched his jaw, gently leading Beatrice to where Michael was seated on the large seafoam colored couch, the sea breeze making his long gray streaked hair move as he sips on a cocktail, “Who are they?” Bradley asks him quietly as soon as he settles down and Beatrice has Nicole in her arms.

“Apparently they are our cousins’ new boyfriends.” he doesn’t seem to believe his own words considering he’s chuckling quietly, “Don’t know much about them yet. They just stand there looking pretty…they are also very young compared to them, at least twenty years.”

Beatrice didn’t notice it until now, but they did look very young, at least twenty five and she wished she could say she was surprised that her cousins would go to younger guys like that. “Hm.” she begins as she adjusts Nicole in her arms, “Seems like them to get guys like those.”

“Hah,yeah,” Michael laughs, sipping more of his cocktail and then making a face, “One of them is a shitty mixologist, this tastes like ass.” he pushes the glass aside and crosses his leg by the knee as his siblings are analyzing the situation with a confused frown, just looking at these three young men like they had no idea how they got there.

And the one sitting alone was still looking at Beatrice,who was too busy checking on Nicole to notice him. But Rooster noticed him and he noticed Rooster. Their eyes met when the guys’ gaze slowly went up Beatrice’s body, immediately meeting a very angry tall pilot whose hand immediately landed on his wife’s thigh, giving it a squeeze while keeping the guy’s eyes on his.

The young man quickly moved his gaze away and Rooster huffed quietly, leaning back against the seat with his hand still on top. This guy, whoever he was, was already getting on his nerves but he felt Beatrice’s hand on top of his, rubbing his knuckles which made him look back at his wife, “You okay?” she asks, rubbing his skin.

“I’m fine.” he mutters, looking around with a confused frown and then looking back at Bea, “Isn’t it your aunt’s birthday?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Then…where are her friends?”

Beatrice opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out, indeed she was asking herself the same thing. There were only them there, only the nieces and nephews, only the younger generation and she furrowed her brows, “...maybe they’ll show up later.” she whispered, “I…I think.”

She hoped at least. Her aunt looked…happy yet uncomfortable by everything and it wasn’t until Melinda finally came back with her glass raised that everyone looked over, “Well, thanks to all my cousins for coming here, well, most of you.” her laughter was only reciprocated by her sisters, the Schiavoni siblings just stared in silence, “...anyway, we are here to celebrate my mother’s birthday, one more year!” Regina opened her mouth to speak but her daughter cut her off, “And of course, we have new for you all too! I’m sure you noticed but our boyfriends are here.”

“Oh of course.” Mikey grounded out with a dry chuckle, “That’s why they called us over.”

“Anyway, this is Jeremy, Todd and my love bunny, Grant.” she blew a kiss to the guy sitting, the same guy who was ogling Beatrice moments before, “I thought it’d be interesting to have both celebrations together, wasn’t it fun?”

Beatrice wondered if her parents were coming or not because she was just getting more and more uncomfortable.

“So, enjoy the party! We are bringing the food in a few minutes!”

No one could believe what just happened, they were all staring at the triplets and their aunt almost breaking with laughter. Michael had to cover his chuckle by drinking more of the overly sweet cocktail and looking away from the triplets. Beatrice felt so bad for her aunt, she just looked down at her glass because…what sort of celebration was that if her daughters were too busy showing off their young boyfriends?

And as time went by it was obvious that their mother’s birthday was just an excuse. Beatrice’s parents came as did her aunts Yvette and Martha with their families, but it was still so obvious that there was no celebration for Regina, none. But having her siblings there was a lot better and it made their aunt smile in relief when they started talking to her.

As they were eating however, Beatrice noticed how the triplets were looking over at her and then leaning down to whisper something in their ‘boyfriends’ ears, giggling like old hags. She felt sick for a few seconds, then closed her eyes to control her breathing and remember that whatever they planned it wasn’t going to affect her.

“Cousin.” Melinda’s syrupy voice called, “That dress of yours, it’s really nice.”

“Thank you.” it was really nice, Marcus didn’t play around. “It’s a-”

“But, oh, did you see our outfits? They are from Marcus Beverly.” the women angled their bodies to show their tops and dresses that definitely weren’t Marcus. He’d never work with lemon drop colored sequins and he hated using animal print that wasn’t zebra, “We are good friends with him.”

The conversation caught Rooster’s attention, who stopped talking to Michael to look over at Beatrice with his brows furrowed, “...oh really?” Beatrice played dumb, tilting her head, “What is he like? He’s so famous.”

“Oh, you know, the usual.” Melinda waved her hand as if it meant nothing, “Handsome,tall, you know he even flirted with us when he met us but, we told him we were taken.”

“...Marcus…flirted with you.”

“Yes, he sure did.” Adriana giggles while playing with…Jeremy? Was hers named Jeremy? “You know, men just can’t handle when we are around.” cue to Marina’s mumbled ‘yeah they keep wanting to vomit’ that made Michael snort. Meanwhile Beatrice,who blinked her eyes twice and then licked her lips because there was no way this was happening just stared.

And then, she decided, she could use some of the surprise she had planned for that day.

“That’s so funny because,” she gestures with a finger towards them, “Because I’m pretty sure Marcus doesn’t like women.”

“Oh,she called him Marcus,” Cristina laughs, “They are friends now.”

“We are, matter of fact.” Beatrice cuts,”In fact this dress was personally made for me by Marcus…you know as a thanks for helping him with the last successful photoshoot he did.” and then the triplets’ smiles dropped, “Oh, you guys didn’t see? It was all over the place. In his website too…it was…what was it again,Roos? That he said?”

And Rooster was more than glad to play along, “Well,gorgeous he said it was the most successful launch he had in a long time.” he smirks, “And he also said you were responsible for doubling his sales.”

“Thank you,Roos.” she has that smug smile again and she crossed one leg over the other while holding Nicole up, her daughter’s stinky eye to the cousins was just making the situation better especially since their mother was busy talking to her siblings far away, “So yeah,I don’t know if he actually made those outfits.”

“What?!’

“Because he hates the lemon curd color,” she points out, “And he hates animal print that isn’t zebra,so…”

Melinda narrowed her eyes, giving her a snarky grin, “Oh, please, why would he waste time with you? You? A model? Don’t make me laugh.”

“I mean, it’s true.” Michael pointed out a bit harder than before, giving the oldest triplet an ugly look, “Everyone saw it, even our parents…you just didn’t because,well, you three are pretty…dumb.”

Cristina gasps in offense, standing straighter but she doesn't raise her voice, “Excuse me?? Unless there is actual proof we won’t believe it. She could be lying for all we-”

“My wife doesn’t lie.” Rooster snaps and his voice is the only voice that can appear louder even when he’s speaking normally and his fury was directed at the cousins, “She has no reason to.”

“Well–” and as if on cue, as if God Himself decided to add to the fire, Beatrice heard the sound of her cousins’ phone being pinged over and over. It took a few seconds, basically less than two for their faces to turn sheet white as they looked at what it was.

When she called Marcus and asked his help he immediately said yes, of course she had no idea her cousins would pull that shit out about knowing him but it worked nonetheless. She gave him their numbers and asked him to send the pictures he took and the video he had of them having fun together after the photoshoot.

She knew they’d never believe her if she sent it herself, so this was the only way to shut them up. And it really did shut them up. “...I can’t believe this.” Melinda whispered, “...that…that is you. But,how?!”

“I think it’s because I’m not an annoying bitch who has to find guys half my age to feel like im complete and I’m in love with my body and I know people love me for who I am so I don’t have to worry about trying to steal my cousins’ husbands.” Beatrice says casually, giving them a shrug, “I think that could be it.”

Her siblings started laughing, Rooster started laughing, even one of the boyfriends started laughing before being elbowed by Cristina “You know what else, guys?” she continues, feeling relentless now, “...You three made our lives a living hell for a long time and you won’t do this anymore. You never wanted to celebrate your mother, you just wanted to show off your boytoys because you are so insecure about our husbands that you have to find someone younger.” Beatrice smiles sweetly tilting her head, “And you talk shit about our kids too and that’s really mean…and unwarranted. So…I think I speak for everyone here when I say that you three are…something else. But not in a good way.”

“And we all look good as fuck because we are here to be petty.” Michael added, “Also,this cocktail sucks.”

“Y-You-”

“And we are here for our aunt,so,” Beatrice looks at her siblings, “I feel like going inside, what about you guys?” there’s a wave of ‘yes’ and ‘hell yeah’ coming from the others, who immediately stand up and walk past the cousins who sat there completely dumbfounded, looking at nothing. Beatrice stands close by with Rooster’s hand on her lower back, “Oh, another thing before I forget, my husband loves my body, the way it is.”

Rooster’s hand slowly drops to her ass where he keeps it just so the triplets could see, “Don’t talk shit about my wife.” he warns, “Ever again…and stop looking at her ,fuckhead.” the one with Melinda just looks away sheepishly, “Come on,gorgeous.”

They enter the house and leave the three couples completely alone, shocked and awkwardly looking around.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader

86 notes · View notes