#and then they did a complete restart from their side and it still crashed

[usafphantom2]

SR 71, #960, came close to crashing at least three times.

Taken at Andrews Air Force Base during an Air Show in May 1984, the first image in this post features SR-71 Blackbird #960 right afterburner blowing apart.

The following are some excerpts from an article that appeared in The Washington Post on May 14, 1984

The pilot of the SR-71 Blackbird shut down the burning right engine of the high-altitude reconnaissance jet and brought the airplane, which carries a crew of two, safely back to the runway, an Andrews spokesman said. The plane said to carry a wide variety of information-gathering sensors along with cameras, was taking off shortly after noon yesterday when, according to a witness, the engine on its right side “burst into flames.”’

Five years earlier, in 1979, Pilot David Peters, with Ed Bethart as the RSO, were flying the 960 near North Korea when both engines flamed out. It turned out it was a faulty fuel pump.

Dave Peters recalls, Unfortunately, about 15,000 ft in the decent setting up for a downwind, the other engine started surging and the compressor stalling. Ed commented, “Don’t tell me that’s the other engine. “ My answer, Ed, that’s the other engine. So he says what are you going to do.

I managed to restart the other engine, so call approach and tell them we are going visual and get the tower, and I’ll talk to them. So, I started a pretty steep dive to get enough speed for a restart, which I was able to get. The engine was still operating the same way, so it wasn’t doing anything but giving us hydraulics for flight controls. I left the other one running for the same purpose. Ed got the tower, and I told them we were running out of engines and were visual for a. Just when they were about ready to pull the D ring and eject. Dave started to tell Ed to get out (eject) Then Dave heard a voice …

“you’re OK keep going.” The voice was not in my head.

Ed said he never heard it. I heard it again and I felt calm and I did exactly that. I kept going.. David managed to get the engine started.

Both men receive the distinguished flying cross.

In 1968 Ben Bowles and my father, Butch Sheffield, were flying the 960; they were at 68,000 feet when the right engine flamed out. Ben asked my Dad if he wanted to get out. Dad said NO he had ejected just the year before in the (966) he tried to ride the crippled SR 71 down. This is what the pilot Ben Bowls wrote: We complete the “shutdown checklist”…unbuckle our harness and stuff, but no one comes to help us out of the airplane. We at least need a ladder! Butch says the crowd is over by the right wing. Finally, a couple of considerate Colonels came to our rescue and advised us, “You may want to see this”. We shuffled around to the right side. The outboard forward section of the nacelle had been blown out, taking with it a portion of the wing leading edge. Obvious severe fire damage. Not much of the engine was left in the nacelle…you could see daylight Again, both men receive the distinguished flying cross.

Kelly Johnson told my father that the 960 was the only deficient Blackbird that was ever produced. Remember each airplane was handmade. So if you go to Castle Air Force Base in California, take a long look at this airplane, it’s a miracle that all of the men survived and that the airplane is still in one piece.

Linda Sheffield

@Habubrats71 via X

#sr 71 blackbird #usaf #cia #nasa #cold war aircraft #mach3 #spy plane

[anonymouspuzzler]

Yay Yipee I Finally Remembered I Should Update Folks On Things That Are Happening

because hey whoops as some of you might remember Supposedly I Stream Sometimes! That Uhhhh Hasn't Happened In A While Has It! so I should probably let folks know what's goin' on!! the long and the short of it is

Around late November/early December I started having issues where Discord would crash and restart anytime I tried to screenshare my capture software with my friends who I stream with. This put console game streams (so 2/3 of the games we were streaming) on the backburner till I could troubleshoot and solve that issue

On top of that it was Fucking Finals Season for me at my Graduate School so at a certain point I had to be responsible and focus on getting my final projects & essays done, which meant sacrificing stream time till my break (where I would hopefully have time to troubleshoot and then do a ton of streaming to make up for lost time)

Except THEN literally the second I went home for the holidays my hard drive abruptly and completely died. It is very possible that this contributed to the aforementioned tech issues

I was able to replace the drive and get my computer working again but because I have a Fucking Curse a lot of tech-side things were lost or started experiencing issues due to the new drive, namely A) I haven't been able to get my capture software working yet and B) whoops my entire OBS layout is just gone now I guess

This whole saga, on top of juggling other life shit and work and the like, effectively ate up my entire winter break

so tl;dr! I have a computer curse and because of it streams are gonna have to wait till I can get both OBS and my capture software working again. I'm hoping to work on that this weekend so I can be back to streaming next week, but given my school & job workload I'm guessing it'll more likely be two or three weeks. On top of that, I won't be streaming most of March due to reason of "my partner is visiting then". all of this sucks cause I want to be streaming, both for reason of "i like spending time with my good friends doing this" and "haha whoops I'm not earning money now and oh boy there sure are a lot of expenses flying at my head like rocks huh".

I've already rambled a bit more than I'd like to now so here's da main points:

Streams will (HOPEFULLY) be back in February. When they are, they'll be Monday & Tuesday nights, 5:30pst/8:30est, for as long as my friends remain available at those times (we're all adults having to look for or maintain Day Jobs so availability could change. y'all know how it is). I may also do occasional one-off streams on weekends as my energy 'n schedule permits, most likely art streams

I'll continue to be around on Holly's streams Fri/Sat/Sun as her schedule permits, because I don't have to rebuild OBS from the ground up for that

There is a 99.99% chance I'll be totally absent stream-wise during March

Even though streams are facing The Troubles I am still taking art commissions! Those haven't been affected!! You can submit an interest form here and I'll reach out to confirm prices as soon as I'm ready to start work on yours

If, out of the kindness of your heart, you would like to toss some support my way during The Troubles (which would be much appreciated; as said I've got a lot of expenses coming my way and unfortunately my day job covers my rent and nothing more), here are some other ways you can do so: -- Tip me on Ko-Fi; if you pay $9 or more you can request a doodle that I'll do for you and post on here & twitter (and might stream the process of drawing once that's up and running again). Here's an example of some Ko-Fi doodles I did previously -- You can also tip through my stream page if you want but I probably won't see those till I start streaming again. Still appreciated!!! -- I have a Throne Wishlist that's mostly stuff like kitchenware, household goods, stuff for my kitty, etc. There's also a few Fun Things though, like vinyls and a billy big bass Jay insisted I add. Either way, if you wanna contribute to something on there it means a lot. You can also suggest items to make me laugh

an' above all: thank you for reading and for bein' around!!

#long post / #anonymous puzzler talks #sorry for the big ramble!! i just figured it was worth putting everything out there #you mighta heard bits and pieces of this on friends' streams slash twitter slash wherever #but i figured it was worth puttin' in one place #anyway if you read this far: i hope you're having a good day and if you're not i hope a good day comes your way!!!!! #edit: i forgot the link to the doodles!! silly me!!! that is in there now

[f1]

Max Verstappen insists he 'didn't understand' the decision to call a second red flag

Max Verstappen insists he 'didn't understand' the decision to call a second red flag during the Australian Grand Prix... as the Red Bull star claims Lewis Hamilton BROKE the rules by 'pushing him wide' when overtaking him on the first lap By Will Pickworth For Mailonline Published: 05:10 EDT, 2 April 2023 | Updated: 05:10 EDT, 2 April 2023 Max Verstappen hit out at the decision to issue a second red flag after Kevin Magnussen crashed during the Australian Grand Prix. Verstappen won a chaotic and at some times farcical race that saw eight cars withdrawn and three red flags. After Alex Albon had crashed on the ninth lap, there was an initial red flag, before another was called with just three laps to go when Haas' Magnussen collided with a wall and lost his right rear tyre. However, this led to effectively a two-lap sprint race which caused even more drama as Fernando Alonso collided with Carlos Sainz - an incident that saw Sainz receive a five-second penalty and drop from fourth to 12th - while Pierre Gasly, Esteban Ocon, Logan Sargeant and Nyck de Vries all crashed out before drivers had completed the first sector of the track. And Verstappen was heavily critical of the decision to call a red flag before the chaos, but insisted he was just relieved to have picked up another win.  Max Verstappen insisted he didn't understand the second red flag at the Australian Grand Prix After two red flags when Albon and Magnussen crashed out, the third restart saw saw Gasly, Ocon, Sargeant and De Vries also crash out, while Alonso was hit by Sainz in a collision 'The first red flag you can do it, but the second one I did not understand,' he said post-race. 'It was a bit of a mess at the end, but we survived and we won and that was the most important thing.' Despite his dominance over recent years, that was Verstappen's first win in Australia and Red Bull's first victory at the circuit since 2011 with Sebastian Vettel.  Verstappen began the race poorly as he was overtaken by George Russell and Lewis Hamilton on the first lap, before he bounced back and cruised into a mighty lead. He was not happy with Hamilton overtaking him at the time, as Verstappen claimed on his team radio the Brit had 'pushed him wide' - something which is against the rules. Following the race, he refused to let the incident go and took a dig at the FIA and Hamilton as he said: 'From my side I just trued to avoid contact.  'It's quite clear what you are allowed to do in the rules but it was clearly not followed.' After he regained the lead soon after, despite a slight incident when his car locked-up and he went on to the grass, he still remained more than seven seconds ahead of Hamilton for most of the race and the Dutchman reflected on his triumph. He said: 'We had a very poor start and I was careful - I had a lot to lose and they had a lot to win. 'I think the pace of the car was quick. We were always there waiting for the DRS to open up.  'We had really good pace on the air today and we won, which of course is the most important. 'I did the city a favour and cut the grass a little more for them. I had a lock-up there but it's ok - we had a good margin. 'It's great to win here, my first win here as well but I am very happy.' The result saw Verstappen open up a 15-point lead over Red Bull team-mate Sergio Perez in the Drivers' standings, while he is 24 clear of Aston Martin's Alonso who is in third. Verstappen revealed his delight at winning his first ever Australian Grand Prix on Sunday  He fought back after a poor start that saw him overtaken by Russell and Hamilton early on  Share or comment on this article: Max Verstappen insists he 'didn't understand' the decision to call a second red flag via Formula One | Mail Online https://www.dailymail.co.uk?ns_mchannel=rss&ns_campaign=1490&ito=1490

#F1 #Max Verstappen insists he 'didn't understand' the decision to call a second red flag #Formula 1

[findstenicht]

this is the third day this week im waiting for some guy to show up and fix my internet and if he doesnt come in today either im actually going to lose my mind

#like mate. i have a block seminar next week and some online exams #i need a stable internet connection #please just show up and fix it #also like. i have othet stuff to do than sit around and wait for someone to show up #and i get that you cant really plan appointments like this to the hour or anything but if you say youre gonna come in a certain day #maybe show up that day #i dont want to call my internet provider again #like the internet connection has been randomly crashing for three months now #and i got a new router (actually two bc they sent the wrong one at first :) ) #and set it up and it still crashed so i switched out all cables and it still crashed #and then they did a complete restart from their side and it still crashed #and then some guy fixed some cable at the main distribution thing or sth and it still crashed #and im just. so frustrated #like not to be a stupid millennial/gen z but i actually need internet #and not knowing when its going to be fixed is really stressing me out #bc i already had to opt out of some exams just bc i couldnt be sure that my connection wouldnt crash during it #and this is just. ugh #nina.txt

[tomtenadia]

Blind mistake

Rowaelin month - day 8

So, this fic was fighting me at the beginning. as I started, deleted and restarted a million times.

Then slowly the idea came and here it is. What I was not expecting was to write a A Little Braver AU.

Aelin and Rowan meet under different circumstances and are two different people from thee actual story. Aelin is still the captain at east station and Rowan still the airforce captain.

Yes, this is a happier fic but as Aelin said in KoA... she loved Rowan because it was him, the man who had known pain as deep as hers.

IN order to enjoy this fic you do not need to have read ALB. A part from Pete popping up for a brief second at the end, this is a complete stand alone story and no knowledge of ALB is needed.

Rowan sighed. His love life sucked so much that he ended up using a dating app. Since Lyria dumped him a year before he had been struggling to go back in the game. He had been on a few dates but so far none of the women he met had sparked his curiosity. Far too bland and with almost no personality or far too bothered by looks. Some of them had been downright stupid and he had been a gentleman and played along when all he wanted to do was run away screaming. The last nightmare had been a woman called Remelle who Lorcan had recommended to him. He had to feign food poisoning and pay the chef to let him escape from the back of the restaurant to flee the monster. He had paid the bill sneakily, and once home he had insulted Lorcan and his poor taste in women.

Now he was again in a restaurant, ready for probably another fiasco. He and the woman had chatted a bit and she had seemed interesting so he had dared to ask her out and she had accepted. On the paper it was all good. In reality he was getting ready for another crazy escape. Maybe he should just give up and live alone and become a grumpy old man.

He had a kingsflame on the table near him, their code to recognise each other at the restaurant. The fact that they knew very little about each other made him nervous. It was a recipe for disaster. He knew she was a personal shopper and that she liked movies and music. He was really dreading the encounter now, and started to realise that perhaps it had been a mistake. She could have lied.

Until he raised his head and he noticed the woman who had just entered the restaurant. He then spotted the flower pinned on her green dress as they had agreed. Gods, the woman was way too hot for him. There was a catch somewhere. His heart raced when realisation dawned on her face and she waved and started to walk to him. The smile. Damn, the smile could stop a man’s heart. The woman walking toward him was a goddess. He was expecting her to turn away for another table until she sat down in front of him at his table. Rowan was speechless.

“Sorry, I am late. Accident on the ring road. I stopped to give a hand to west station.” She used her hand to brush off the smudge of grease he had only just noticed she had.

“You stopped?”

“Yes,” she looked at him with a strange light in her eyes “I am a firefighter. I am the captain at east station.”

Rowan blinked twice. Shit. She was the wrong woman. She was not here for him. Of course. It was too good to be true. She had sat at the wrong table and a part of him was sad.

“I am Aelin.” she said and he knew that it had dawned on her as well that he was not her date “You are not Chaol.”

Rowan shook his head “I am Rowan.”

“Holy shit. I saw the kingsflame. The restaurant. And you smiled at me when I came in. I just assumed...” He did not want her to go. 

“Ach, I was having second thoughts anyway.” He shrugged.

In that moment the waiter came and they were hesitant for a moment then Aelin grabbed the menu and started ordering, surprising him. Rowan got some wine for both and they placed as well their order.

“Our dates are late anyway. Maybe stuck in the horrendous traffic out there.”

“You will not hear me complain.” Said Rowan with a smile “so, you stopped and helped?”

Aelin nodded, sipping a bit of her wine “I couldn’t resist it. West station was there but there were so many cars involved that I had to something. The traffic wasn’t moving anyway.”

Rowan could not believe the woman in front of him. Not only she was a goddess. She had even stopped to help her colleagues save people from a car crash on her way to a date. Where had she been all his life?

The waiter came with their order and smiled at the expression of joy when Aelin looked at the amount of food in front of her. Another point for her. She had an appetite. He had no need of another date ordering a boring salad. He was a healthy eater but loved a woman with an appetite, especially because he loved cooking.

“So Rowan, what do you do?” She asked him while tackling the gigantic prawn on her seafood tagliatelle.

“I am an airforce pilot. I am a captain.”

Her face lit up “as in the uniform and all? And the awesome planes?”

Rowan nodded.

Aelin was about to take another sip of her wine when two figures stopped at their table. A brown-haired man and a blonde woman. Both had a kingsflames pinned on their dresses.

“Excuse me but you are with my date.” Said the stranger.

Rowan looked up from his risotto “finders keepers.”

“And he is my date.” Said the woman in a shrill voice.

“What he said.” Added Aelin while eating another prawn.

“We got stuck in traffic. There is a massive road accident on the ring road.” Chaol complained, not letting it go.

“Yeah I know. I stopped to help and I still made it here before you.”

“So what does this mean?” Asked Chaol.

Aelin stared at Rowan. It was a no brainer. Chaol was cute but Rowan was sex on two legs. Between the silver hair and the green eyes he ticked all of the boxes. And he was a pilot. Chaol was an accountant.

“You two can go on a date together.” She suggested and hoped they took the hint.

“That is rude.”

“Oh shoot,” said Aelin covering her mouth in fake surprise “I must have left the fucks I have to give in my bunker gear.”

Chaol looked at her aghast. The blonde woman turned on her heels and left.

“You missed an opportunity.” He added before he left as well.

As soon as he left Rowan burst into laughter and she joined him “no fucks to give…” he said trying to catch his breath “I have to steal this when my CO drives me nuts.”

“Ansel, one of my firefighters, she taught me that.”

“It’s fucking perfect.” 

And both resumed their dinner without the awkwardness of a blind date. No stupid questions like how many siblings do you have or what is your favourite colour. No, with Rowan there had been a connection from the start and the joke had been the final proof.

“Most guys would have left running at my joke. I have a big and foul mouth. Not very lady-like.” She apologised. “I work in a male dominated place. Apart from Ansel and my two paramedics, I am surrounded by guys and well, they are not easily scared.”

Rowan chuckled “I am in the military. My CO uses fuck you as a term of endearment and one of my lieutenants has the record for the most innuendos in a sentence.”

“How many?” Asked Aelin curios.

“Ten.”

“No friggin’ way.”

Rowan nodded solemnly. Then looked at her and he was glad she sat at his table mistaking him for another man. They had known each other only for twenty minutes but he was dumbstruck by the woman.

She was fierce, intelligent and with a wicked sense of humour.

The meal had been perfect. Aelin had polished every single plate in front of her and also ordered dessert. And when she offered to pay for half the bill he had smiled. He had plenty of dates where the woman didn’t even offer. She took it for granted that he, being the man, was the one paying. He had no issues with that, he was happy to pay, but the fact that Aelin offered made him realise that she was different.

They left the restaurant and he gasped when he saw a red pickup reading Terrasen fire department on its livery, parked just outside the restaurant.

“Way to scare the patrons away.” He joked.

“Sorry. Yesterday I took a lift to work from a colleague and I forgot for a moment that I had a set the date for tonight after my shift. So I grabbed my work pickup to get here. I need to go back to the firehouse and return it.”

“I’ll follow, you drop off the pickup and then I drive you home.”

“I can take a cab, you don’t have to come all the way to the station and back.”

“Humour me,” he said giving her a beautiful smile and she accepted.

Ten minutes later they were at east station and she parked the pickup in its corner at the side and out of the way.

She saw Rowan getting off the car.

“Welcome to east station.” She said extending her arms. She pushed a button and the rolling doors slid up and two big trucks appeared in front of him. He had always wanted to see one up close.

“Cap,” said a man at her back “what are you doing here? I thought you were on a date?” He smiled “that bad? I told you accountants were a bad idea.”

Aelin laughed “looks like I got myself an airforce pilot instead.” She winked at him and Rowan’s heart skipped a beat.

“I’ll tell you next shift, Pete. I just brought back the pickup before Dorian kills me.”

She waved at her relief captain and followed Rowan in his car and told him her address.

While he drove she studied him. He was wearing a nice pair of jeans, a shirt and a black leather jacket. She should have guessed he was military. Aedion had the same posture and he was ex-army.

“Which house?” Asked Rowan, waking her up from her thoughts.

“The one with the blue door.”

He parked and walked with her up to the door “I had so much fun tonight,” she said to him, not wanting him to leave her.

“I am so glad that you sat at the wrong table. This was the best blind date ever.” He looked at her and wanted to kiss her so badly but they had just met and he did not want to pass a a pig.

She moved a step toward him “I am glad too.” And her lips brushed his cheek in a kiss “perhaps we could go on a proper date. One where we are actually meant to meet each other.”

Rowan sighed relieved “It would make me very happy.”

Aelin rummaged in her bag until she found a pen then grabbed his wrist and pulled up his cuff a bit and wrote down two numbers.

“The first one is my personal mobile number. The second one is the direct number to my office. I am known to leave my mobile in my bunker gear.”

“Thank you.”

“Let me know a date and if I am not free we can find a better one. Us firefighters have crazy long shifts so I need to be off.”

He took her pen and her wrist and wrote his number “then you text me. A day that you are off shift. I work regular hours. This makes more sense.”

He took a step down from the few step and she hated the idea of him leaving.

“Goodnight, Rowan.” She opened the door and looked at him one last time.

Rowan waited for her to disappear behind the door and then went back to his car and was grateful for the best blind mistake of his life.

#rowaelinmonth #rowaelin #rowaelin fanfic #rowaelin fanfiction #rowan whitethorn #aelin galathynius #rowan x aelin #fluff

[corpsedaydream]

crash

so, here i am with a new one shot.

so before anyone asks if i’m gonna be posting frequently again or anything, i process things by writing about them. if something is running through my mind over and over and i can’t think through it on my own in my mind, writing about it generally helps me. this past weekend was supposed to be a fun long weekend away w my friends but it quickly ended when i experienced something pretty traumatic. i haven’t been able to sleep at all the past couple nights and so i started working on this. originally it was just going to be something private to help myself w the panic i was feeling then i started adding a muse into it and then i realised i was still writing about corpse without even meaning to, so i guess he’s still got me feeling musey.

anyway, i thought about keeping this private bc i’m still rly shaken up about what happened but idk feels like a shame to just let it sit on my computer.

idk if i’m back to this blog yet, i still feel indifferent about it. i’m signed out on my phone and was signed out on my laptop until just now and haven’t opened my inbox.

anyway. here’s the one shot.

word count: 1666 words (i’m not kidding)

trigger warning: car crash, panic attack

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crash

Wake up. Wake up. Wake up wake up wake up.

The words repeated over and over in your head. You’d had dreams about crashing your car before, but usually you woke up just before the point of impact. This time you didn’t.

This couldn’t of happened, this can’t be real, this is a a dream, I’ve got to wake up.

But you were already very much awake, this was very much real.

The colour had already drained from your face, tears were welling up in your eyes and your heart had already sunk. Your hands were trembling, your chest was completely still, you weren’t breathing in that moment. Your body had reacted before your mind had completely caught up.

“Fuck.” Was all you managed to say as realisation had hit you. You’d gotten into a car crash.

You looked around you, wondering how the others cars on the road were still moving when it felt like your world had just come to a stop when your car had its collision. You heard your dad’s voice in your head, all the things he’d told you when he taught you how to drive, had - god forbid - you ever ended up in a situation like this.

You went through the motions as well as you could. You were in a state of shock and physically, you were definitely there, but mentally, you really weren’t present. You were having an out of body feeling in the most terrifying way, it was a defence from the panic that had overwhelmed you.

-

Corpse felt a surge of anxiety. He had no idea why, either. All he was doing was looking through fan art on twitter, he hadn’t seen anything that usually would make him feel like that. It just throttled its way into himself seemingly out of no where.

It was especially odd seeing that today had been such a good day. Waking up beside was usually something that put him in a good head space.

So he started to call you, you always made him feel better. But then he remembered you were driving and you were a cautious driver, you never answered your phone when you were behind the wheel. You’d told him in the past how tenacious your dad had been as a driving teacher and it had really stuck with you.

Just as he was about to hang up, knowing you weren’t going to answer, you did.

“Hello?” Something was off. Corpse heard it right away in just that one greeting from you.

“Are you okay?” He didn’t even greet you back, he already had anxiety running through him and the unsettling tone of your answer of the phone had only made it increase.

“I think so.” You were so monotoned. Corpse had never heard you speak this way. You were a lot of things, but monotone was not one. You were expressive, bright and dramatic.

“You think so?” He repeated in a questioning way, wanting to know what was wrong.

“Yeah.” You responded so plainly again. Corpse almost wanted to ask you who was he speaking to right now, because surely this couldn’t have been you. This person had your voice, but this was a person he did not know right now.

“What’s going on?”

“I crashed my car.” You said it to him so simply. There was no emotion behind it. His heart thundered as if a terrible hail storm had just broken out. 

“What?!” 

“I crashed my car.” You repeated. Once again so eerily unemotional.

“Where are you?!”

-

Corpse shouldn’t have been driving in the state he was in, but he needed to get to you. His emotions were running so high and he couldn’t comprehend why yours weren’t.

After what felt like the longest drive of his life, he reached the crash site. His panic peaked when he spotted the ambulance, immediately thinking the worst. But then he saw you standing to the side of it. You were up and talking to the paramedics, that was at least a good sign you weren’t seriously injured.

“(Y/N),” He called for you as he got out of his own car. And just like your voice on the phone, your movements were so robotic.

You were normally so open with your emotions, you were such a readable and honest person. When you were happy, you shined, when you were mad, you yelled red, when you were sad, you cried oceans. But Corpse had never seen you in a true state of shock. He’d never seen your fight or flight response. And apparently it was a stillness and unresponsive, the complete opposite to how you were normally.

“Are you okay?” He knew you probably weren’t, but he couldn’t find any clue to how you were feeling. Until his footsteps brought him closer to you.

You didn’t respond to him at all. Even words felt like too much right now. As he neared you, though, he spotted the signs of fear your body displayed that your words did not. Your hands and arms were trembling, your shoulders were slumped, your face was completely pale, sweat dotted all over your forehead despite it not being a hot day, tears were slowly spilling from your eyes one by one, your chest was moving unevenly as you struggled to breathe properly.

“Baby, c’mere.” Corpse didn’t hesitate to gather you in his arms. Holding you so tenderly against him. That’s when he felt that it was more than just your arms and hands that were trembling, your entire body had a slight shake to it. He knew you were experiencing true terror in that moment.

-

The time between your banged up car getting placed onto a tow truck and arriving back at your apartment felt like a blur.

You’d just gotten off the phone with your insurance provider when you’d heard Corpse.

“Are you in any pain?”

"What?” You’d heard him perfectly but you hadn’t once thought about how this had affected you physically.

“Are you in any pain?” He repeated himself.

“I’m not sure.” And you weren’t, but the paramedics had said that adrenaline would be coursing through you right now and adrenaline was the biggest distraction from pain. “I’m gonna go have a shower.”

“Okay.” Corpse watched you with concerned eyes until you disappeared behind your bathroom door. He so badly wanted to help, wanted to make you feel better, break you out of this state you were in that he was so not used to.

-

You didn’t know how much time you’d spent in the shower. But it was long enough that the sky had grown darker and the moon had replaced the sun by the time you emerged. Once you’d gotten dressed, you made slow steps towards your bedroom. Your hands were trembling more violently than before and your breathing was speeding up.

The shock was finally wearing off and reality was getting ready to slap you hard across the face.

“Corpse...” Your voice was so silent, almost as if you couldn’t form a word due to the air that seemed harder and harder to breathe as a panic attack started to take control of you.

Corpse might not have even heard you had he not been on such high alert for you right now. But he was, and so he did he hear you and when he saw the state you were in, he instantly got up from his spot on your bed where he was waiting for you and was wrapping you up tight.

You were hyperventilating so dangerously, your heart felt like it was being encased in treacherous clouds that tightened with every intake of air you struggled to get.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had cried this way. You were breaking down.

Corpse was completely holding you up. Had it not been for him, you would be a crumbled heap on the floor.

-

The both of you didn’t sleep that night.

Every time you were close to drifting off, the crash would replay in your mind on an insufferable loop and you would jolt awake and the panic would restart all over.

And every time, Corpse was right there to hold you through it. He didn’t sleep due to how concerned he was about you.

-

The next day was a little easier mentally, but a lot harder physically. You’d gotten so much emotion out the night before that now the pain could have your attention.

Everything from your hips up felt sore, stiff and tense. Every time you moved your neck was scary because it felt like it was about to snap. But worst of all was your chest. It was hard and painful to breathe. The paramedics had warned you about this. The impact to your chest was going to take the longest to recover from. You kept your breathing shallow, any other kind of breathing made you wince and Corpse noticed.

“You’re hurting.” It wasn’t a question, he was stating what he noticed. He’d known the signs of someone in pain. Plus he had also taken note of the bruises that had appeared on your skin, the colouring of them looking like a painting of a galaxy, all purple and blue. 

“A little bit.”

“Mhm.” He knew it was more than a little bit, but he wasn’t about to argue with you. He looked over you laying beside him, grateful that you were still here, you were alive. A car could be replaced, but you could not.

You were flat on your back because that was really only the current position that felt even the tiniest bit comfortable right now. Corpse was on his side, one of his hands supporting his head as he leaned over you. His other hand began to soothingly run his fingers through your hair and you let your eyes flutter close at the touch.

“Tired?”

“Yeah.” You mumbled back, keeping your eyes shut and feeling exhaustion take over you.

“Try sleeping, baby. I’ll be right here.”

#corpse #corpse husband #corpse x reader #corpse husband x reader #corpse imagine #writing #mine

[selinakidreams]

pairing: merman! dabi x gn reader

warnings: nameless character deaths, a singular mention of nausea + throwing up, unfortunately a lot of blood mentions, near death experiences, SHARK! THERES A SHARK IN THE WATER ! (I SWEAR this is supposed to be pretty but the warnings make it seem otherwise) slight soulmate au?, dabi had a SINGULAR moment of softness.

a/n: guys I don’t even know what this is and it’s unedited,, but welcome to my contribution to mermay ! I had two scenes plain as day STUCK in my head and I just needed to get them out,,, honestly this was just supposed to be a short lil thing but I’m invested,, so here this is

ps, though this may not be edited... I would like to thank all my monster fucking moots who helped me to piece together the perfect mer version of dabi— I love you guys so so so much.

looking out into the darkness of the night, unable to locate the horizon from your position at the edge of the ship- you lift your gaze to the sky with a small sigh.

an unimaginable amount of stars litter the atmosphere, the clear view above could never be tiresome.

the city was no place for you; too crowded, full of men who were trying to court you for your fathers money and your beauty, not enough adventure. the ocean offered a type of freedom land could never- granted, the ship wasn’t much different from the bustling towns in the sense that all the soldiers would eye you like you’re a slab of meat.

the only difference given at sea is that you’re able to put those undesirable fuckers in their place. given your ranking, your power obsessed father wasn’t completely useless.

escaping to the empty deck had been your big feat today; everyone below was gulping down wine by the barrel when you managed to slip out. it was much colder out here, the chill of the salty wind was refreshing, sobering you up quite a bit- but still mentally fuzzy enough to tempt yourself into discarding edict and loosening up your tighter garments.

your drunken attention span shifted from fiddling with your bow in the back to the inky deep water...

what was that?

ripples were quietly dancing on the surface, the warm light reflections coming from the ship’s sconces moved along with them.

it had been really fast, so fast that you were almost left to wonder if you had actually imagined the most vibrant blue eyes you had ever seen... bobbing in the ocean.

two days. it had been two days since you had first “spotted” them and absolutely nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. the sailors still went about uglily gawking at you, your captain of a father was still behind the wheel, barking orders at everyone, while you went about your business. Sighing, the image of the eyes still fresh in your mind, you prepared to be lowered into the shallower sea.

upon hearing that there was a small island not too far from your current coordinates, you commanded a stop be made, needing to take some time away from the close knit quarters you constantly share with those horrific pigs. thankfully, no arguments surfaced and you headed straight for the dinghy. it had been surprisingly easy.

the trip wasn’t too long; you patiently waited for the tip of the boat to breach the soft sand, excited for what awaited you. it was such a lovely sunny day, big puffy white clouds dotted the expansive blue sky while the palm trees at the base of the beach greeted you with a steady sway.

once your boots sunk into the wet sand, you turned to the two other men who had escorted you and informed them that you were not to be followed- but to wait right there- which in retrospect, was not a good idea. that was too much trust and responsibility that was placed in their incapable hands.

you wasted no time trudging through the lush greenery to get to the other side of the island, wanting to be as far away from the crew members as possible. 

it couldn’t have taken you more than two hours for you to reach an elaborate array of tide pools sporadically placed on a flat uneven rocky surface, some being lapped over by waves while others sat calmly- living in their own little world.

you had to look in each and every one of them.

wide eyes and mouth open, looking at all the lives in the crystal clear pools was an absolute marvel. some only held a few small sea anemones of different colors while others not only held the soft flowery plant but also housed fighting crabs of all sizes, large chunky starfish, and even a fish or two!

you took careful steps towards the end of the rocks, towards the ones where the waves were constantly restocking the pools with new life, your heart flipping in your chest at the colors of the crashing waves.

peering down into one of the deeper ones, you found it hard to take your sights away from the glistening sun streaks that cut through the water; a small gateway to the open ocean was at the bottom of this pool. it’s like you were hypnotized. making yourself comfortable, you laid yourself down next to the glistening water and began to break the calm surface with your finger tips, eyes trained on the tiny ripples.

“they left you, you know.”

you felt so at ease with the sound of the waves crashing around you, you almost didn’t hear it. it wasn’t until the nagging feeling that you weren’t alone hugged you in all the wrong places, that you looked up... only to be met with nothing.

scrunching your brow, the tranquility you were feeling before suddenly slipping through your fingers. you sat up, but not before you held a lingering glance at the glowing water once more. that’s an image that will stay in your mind; you almost wish you had your sketch book.

your mind went blank when you saw something block the light as it swam by... something big. the next few minutes happened in a blur. after scrambling up to get away from the pool, a huge body washed up on a nearby rock plateau and by no means was it graceful. your heart dropped to your stomach as you watched the lifeless body get smacked with harsh waves.

he was wearing your ship’s uniform, now drenched in blood.

nothing came up when you fell on your knees and lurched over, your eyes squeezing shut- the gruesome image of the crew member engrained in your mind.

“they got what they deserved.”

this time when you whipped your head up to follow the velvet voice, you fell into an almost trance. those breathtaking turquoise eyes you had seen a few days ago were now staring right at you, not too far away.

you couldn’t help the gasp that you inhaled as you fell back. looking at him in his entirety- you must have been hallucinating. growing up hearing the tales of deep sea monsters and nasty magical land creatures could never have prepared you for what laid in front of you.

it was such a drastic change; going from looking at something so appalling to something so... flawless... it was indescribable.

on display, your eyes followed the curled figure- wet white hair flopped against a pale forehead, the tips of his pointed finned-ears peaking out from the wet hair. there were deep dark purple markings starting underneath his eyes, slightly mimicking bags that then restarted at the bottom half of his face- all the way down his neck, ending at just the top of his chest. the markings then continued down his arms, right up to his knuckles contrasting the pale thin slightly webbed fingers that merged to sharp claws, gleaming in the sun. his toned chest eased into a pearly type of color around his hips before submerging into a black ragged tail- but it did the strangest thing. when the sun reflected off of it, a blue so royal- that you’ve only seen it on the most expensive of garments- came to life. the dorsal fin looked just as rugged as the tail did, but his odyssey fluke was splayed out so beautifully, you didn’t give it a second thought.

it wasn’t until you took a second glance that you noticed there was a red tint to his claws that you put into context what was said earlier.

“did you- di- you killed that man?”

his voice came out as smooth as silk, “I did.”

how could you be so dense? this was a creature that came from the sea- a ruthless underwater world. he was a predator. but wait-

“you can speak- you s-said.. did you kill them for me? are you going to-?”

“I killed those men because of all humans, the ones who betray others for their own greed serve no purpose.”

he didn’t tell you more than necessary in his opinion, but he was smart enough and old enough to know that you’re still going to ask more.

it seemed you were sitting on quite the pile of questions but he wasn’t going to be the one to break the silence. it was clear that you were mulling over what should be said first.

“was it you I saw at sea the other night?”

out of all the things you could ask, that was the only thing your mind had on repeat- the only thought present.

“and if it was?”

after receiving two similar vague reactions, something in you was screaming for something to happen. the interaction seemed to be going nowhere and here you were, in front of a creature that you’ve heard so much about but never actually met- a drastic change in interaction was calling, and who were you to ignore it?

in hindsight, it was a terrible idea.

one minute you were on land, next you were shedding your heavy, restrictive clothing- the mer watching with a slight smirk and a heavy gaze- then seconds later, were in the violent push and pull of the ocean. luckily you were far enough to be out of the rocky reach, but the current was too strong. you were being swayed back and forth with too much force.

if it had been your first time in the ocean, you would have been a goner- you would have washed right into the sharp jagged edges; a terribly painful way to go. but thankfully, flowing with the ocean had been your specialty since you were young. incredibly masculine and dirty, but you simply couldn’t stay away. the watery depths have lured you in and there was no escaping the spell it had casted on you all those years ago.

maybe that’s why you dove in. or maybe you wanted to see what the mer would do. whatever the case, there you were in the lull of the tide and running out of air. breaching the surface was your main goal, urging your arms and legs to snap out of the shock of the cold water.

eyes on the bubbles traveling upwards, you finally get your arms to push through the current almost missing the dark shadow swimming closer and closer to you, getting larger and larger.

a quick sideways glance in the clear water showed something large with many many rows of teeth out on display, heading toward you and gaining momentum.

a shark.

a... shark.

of all the ways you possibly thought you could go... this was not one of them. it’s almost ironic- the one way you thought you wouldn’t go would end up getting you.

breaking the surface, you gulp your last breath of air- painfully waiting for the horrifying moment when powerful jaws clamp around your body... but it never came. all you felt was a strong current zip past your feet, slightly pulling you along with it.

you’re heart was pounding; adrenaline coursing through your veins, breathing choppy as you whip your head in every which way to see what was going on in the water beneath you. then you saw it.

blood.

just then, the gory image of the crewmate’s body flashed into your mind. there had been another sailor... the mermaid didn’t pull up two bodies- he wasn’t the only predator in the water.

before you could evaluate further, you were pulled by the ankle under the water and into a place where the blood hadn’t seeped yet.

not enough air was sucked in before you submerged, so you frantically searched for ways you could reach the surface again- not even thinking about the now-absent steady grip that dragged you under.

then you felt it. pointed claws lightly tracing up your sides before his handsome face was leveled with yours. if seeing him on land wasn’t good enough, seeing him in his element was nearly heart stopping.

but your lungs were going to collapse before your heart could-

or so you thought.

he flattened his palm around your waist, cupping it gently before he inched his face toward yours, lips slightly ghosting yours, as if asking for permission.

with his toned body pressed against yours, it was hard to think straight, but the most prominent siren going off in your mind was the fact that you were loosing oxygen, and quickly. you found yourself panicking in his grip. was this really the time?

his lips were on yours in less than a second, your struggling becoming more and more apparent- but it was when he got your mouth to open that you realized what he was doing.

A mermaid’s kiss gives you the eternal breath; the ability to breathe under water.

pulling away, he watched as your eyes went wide, the small smirk you’d seen before had appeared once more.

the sensation was otherworldly; though there was a heavy pressure in your chest as the water was filtering in and out of your system, you were breathing underwater.

slowed down by the new density, you lifted your head to look up at the mer- no doubt the most excited and bewildered expression on your face, just to realize the size difference. he was huge- how had you not noticed this on land?

the more human half of his body had to be around the six foot range, his muscular tail roughly adding another ten. the massive figure floating around you was... beautiful.

he had the softest gaze when looking down at you, it nearly shocked you more that the new incredible ability had. he didn’t seem like the type to be full of expressions; it was such a warm and familiar look, something that you hadn’t seen in a long time- and one you typically didn’t see on a stranger’s face, much less a merman you had only just met.

opening your mouth to say something-if you could, that is- his expression changed in a blink, fear now contorted his features.

everything was so fast with him; his arm wrapped around your waist in mere seconds before speedily guiding you through a passage of underwater tunnels that lead to somewhere you assumed to be in the middle of the island- a lush green grotto.

once you resurfaced, you inhaled a breath you didn’t realize you needed; the new air burned your lungs- you almost didn’t want to breathe.

“just keep breathing. it will get easier over time.”

he almost sounded... bored? a complete one 180 to what you had just witnessed in the water.

the mer guided you up to the pool’s edge, lifting you with ease until you sat with only your legs dangling in the water.

outwardly, it stayed quiet for a while. there wasn’t much noise around besides the occasional bird call and the delicate sound of waded water.

your breathing had slightly evened out but you weren’t too confident in your voice, so keeping your mouth shut seemed like the best option.

what now?

tag list: @zhongh-li

#she dreams ! #I think I should have realized when the only reason I would watch PotC: on stranger tides was for the mermaid content #Serena really hit different #i actually contributed to mermay... i can't believe it #dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi #bnha dabi #dabi drabble #toya todoroki #touya todoroki #bnha toya #bnha touya #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha x reader #mha x reader #siren au #mermaid au #1800’s au but like... my way #dabi x gn reader #dabi x gender neutral reader #mha toya

[teaveetamer]

Ok more Triangle Strategy stuff. Again, I’ve only completed one ending (the Benedict one).

1) Holy shit Cordelia and Avlora are gay. I don’t wanna be like “female Dimidue” since obviously they’ve got none of the history and not even a quarter of the homoerotic bonding, but... lesbian lord/knight dynamic. Nice.

2) Benedict’s route revealing that he did this whole thing just because he wanted to fuck Serenoa’s mom is... weird. At least I assume he wanted to fuck Serenoa’s mom unless they pull a surprise! they were siblings! thing again.

The reveal that he just like. fuckin’ hates Symon and Regna for apparently treating a woman we never see and who died decades ago like a pawn doesn’t... doesn’t make a whole lot of sense to me. Like up until the very, very end I was dead curious to see how/why Benedict would end up leaving the party since his one thing the entire game is being unfalteringly loyal to Wolffort no matter what. I can absolutely see why rolling with Fredrica in the final decision would earn his ire, since what she proposes basically abandons Wolffort territory entirely, and spits in the face of what Symon wanted and all the work he’s done to keep shit together throughout the game. (I assume the endings are Fredrica/Roland, Roland/Benedict, and Benedict/Fredrica, at least, right?). I mean Benedict is singlehandedly keeping this entire operation afloat throughout the entire plot since no one else has any idea what they’re doing. Likewise, I can see why he would want to side with Aesfrost over Hyzante as a matter of practicality. Hyzante, with a monopoly on salt, could be a real danger to the people of Wolffort and Serenoa especially, since they’ve already decided once to enslave an entire group of people to hide the presence of salt elsewhere. But also why he would probably stick with Serenoa if he picked Hyzante, since submitting now does not necessarily have to mean submitting forever, and if they live to fight another day they can deal with the fallout then. Basically, he really didn’t need the extra justification of really hating Symon/Regna and wanting to fuck Serenoa’s mom to drive him into wanting to side with Aesfrost.

3) I still can’t get over how dumb the “Serenoa and Roland are siblings” thing is. I mean, I genuinely cannot remember any instance of that being foreshadowed at all. Maybe I’ll see it upon replaying but IIRC no one is like “gee sure is weird that Symon got married so fast and had a kid like right away” and there’s even an NPC that tells Serenoa the story of how happy and proud Symon was at Serenoa’s birth. And like NPCs constantly talk about how much Symon loves Serenoa and how proud Symon was/is/would be of Serenoa if he could see him now, so Benedict being all “they treated you and your mother like a pawn!” just seems like... really untrue.

4) Ok ok I said I was going to be more positive. I do really like the battle system, and I like how forgiving it is. I messed up the last fight of the Benedict route (bad TP management) and got Erador killed (who is basically necessary for this map) via mages, and I did not realize the game not only lets you restart from the beginning, it even lets you keep the EXP you earned so you can try again, still progress and get stronger, and not have to waste time grinding on Tavern maps.

5) THANK FUCKING GOD FOR THE AUTOSAVES. My game crashed on that one level near the end, the one with the minecarts where the Aesfrosti soldiers are trying to blow the place up? Like not even shitting you, four enemies from the end of that map the game crashed and I was in near tears thinking I was going to have to restart all over from the beginning (and that map is fucking annoying), but turns out it makes quicksave data constantly so I just had to redo like a few movements.

6) I’m guessing I didn’t get all the notes with extra worldbuilding info, but I actually do quite like what they did with them. They were informative without really feeling unnecessary. Admittedly, even though I did call salt being in the mine from chapter 1, I was kind of back and forth on committing to the guess until I read some of those notes that really hammered home just how scarce and how important salt actually is on this continent.

7) The entire plot of this game would crumble if these guys were like five feet closer to an ocean lmao.

8) Ezana can fucking step on me.

9) Next playthrough is going to be really weird, considering I made like no major utility decisions my entire playthrough but wound up being very utility aligned anyways. Assuming the colors on the voting screen actually align to the proper convictions though, I guess that won’t make me going for a lot of utility decisions next playthrough a problem? Since Benedict’s route is presented as red (liberty?) and Roland, who I plan to do next, is presented as the Utility option.

[carelesscreativity]

DeathGlitch Doubting: Commission for Ko-Fi

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(SFW, Angst, Neglect)

“I d-d-d-don’t CARE what you do! Just stop getting c-close to me!!” Error snapped. Reaper blinked and gave a quiet nod. He drifted away from Error and floated for a moment, keeping his eyes closed. He finally decided on an activity. Maybe it would make Error look at him. He didn’t care if it was good or bad. Attention was attention.

Reaper hummed as he lifted his robe to allow his constantly hidden bony white feet to settle on the white floor of the AntiVoid. The slight brow raise he got from Error made him smile a little. That was good. That meant interest. Hopefully. He’d set his scythe to the side. “Wh-What the fuck are you doing?” Error’s voice was irritated and it made Reaper pause. He glanced back at him and elected not to answer. Maybe he could keep the other’s attention like that.

“D-Don’t ignore me, a-a-a-asshole.” Error shifted in the beanbag, setting down his knitting needles carefully. He was fizzling in annoyance. Reaper considered his words and decided not to point out how much of a hypocrite Error was. “Hey!” Reaper continued to pointedly ignore him as he set one of his feet in front of him, humming under his breath. He took the first step and did a small spin. Life had taught him how to dance and he’d never forgotten when he’d taught... He sighed quietly.

He was never sure what to call the way he danced, as there was a little bit of everything mixed into it. Some ballet, for sure, and maybe a mix of other things. Of course... he’d always done this dance with a partner. He remembered when someone had told him he looked like a raven with his robes fluttering around when he danced. There was a LOUD fizzling noise and Reaper glanced back.

Sure enough, Error was gripping the beanbag tightly, his fingers dug into the fabric. His body was pixelating wildly and he was crashing, error messages swarming his eyes. Maybe he remembered? Would he dance with him like he’d used to? Reaper blinked and his shoulders sank as he turned away. Right, Error couldn’t touch him like he’d been able to. When he’d still been Geno.

He would’ve offered a hand and Geno would’ve glared at him with flushed cheeks. He would’ve taken it though. He would’ve allowed Reaper to pull him up and he would fall into step with the god. It was a fluid, graceful dance that was fun and beautiful when both participants were in sync. If he was lucky, he would snag a kiss off Geno at the end. Kissing Error? Out of the question. He continued to dance by himself, mimicking holding someone. Dancing was always so nice for him. It felt good to finally use his feet.

The first time he’d danced for Geno, the other had been clearly awestruck, though he would never admit it. When he’d met Error, the other had lost his memories. When he’d performed the dance again for Error for the first time, the glitch’s body had almost crashed and he’d become angry, calling it ridiculous. Reaper had never danced for him again. But today, he didn’t care. Dancing helped him think.

He’d asked Error if he still loved him and though the glitch had blushed, he’d only said yes two weeks later. However, all the usual teasing that had made Geno go adorably red and flustered had ended up with Error attacking him. Reaper had mended many of his bones without Error seeing. He couldn’t remember how long it had been since the ‘relationship’ restarted. He closed his eyes, continuing his movements like second nature.

When had he ever been this tired? His body was fine, but his soul felt exhausted and heavy. He knew he often asked Error if he still loved him and the other would either give a snappy ‘yes’, an eye roll, or just ignore him completely. Reaper glanced back at Error, who was still glaring at him and he knew what came next. He was prepared this time.

Of course, he would never be prepared for the speed of Error’s first attack. It was always random, maybe instantaneous and maybe delayed by 8-10 seconds. Either way, there was a crunch as Reaper felt the bone pierce his ribcage. His wings formed and unfolded behind him, spreading wide and casting a shadow as they moved to protect him. He was off-balance now. He couldn’t dance.

He staggered and fell to his knees, his wings kept around him like a shield. The exhaustion in his soul was turning into something else as he felt Error continue to attack his wings. He could hear him yelling. The tiredness in his soul was turning to numbness and he held a hand up to his chest, tugging the bone out. He cast it aside, the space inside his wings quiet and protected. He kept his hand over the hole, healing it.

The hole was fixed, but the aching wasn’t going away. He finally stood up, his wings forcing Error back. The glitch hit the beanbag with a grunt and Reaper lifted his hand, summoning his scythe to it. “Error?” His voice was quiet and something must’ve really been off, because Error stopped immediately, staring at him. Not even glaring. “Do you still love me?”

Error seemed to freeze and Reaper waited. He glanced up after a minute and Error wasn’t looking at him. Something had been burning at the edges of Reaper’s eye sockets for a while and he nodded. “I see.” Error blinked and looked over at him, seeming confused and alarmed. Reaper raised a hand and wiped his eyes, looking up at the glitch with a shaking smile. “I won’t bother you anymore.” Another stream of glowing blue tears escaped and he turned away.

“What?” Error sounded confused and there was that faint irritation again. But Reaper was done with that. He slashed open a portal and disappeared through it, leaving nothing except a few black feathers to drift to the floor of the AntiVoid.

Of course, Error thought that he’d been kidding. He’d hurt Reaper so many times before and he always came back. Days passed and he didn’t return. Days turned to weeks and Error found himself pacing the AntiVoid. He twitched, fizzling a little. That look Reaper had given him made something burn in him. He’d never seen the Reaper cry. Error stopped pacing.

Why couldn’t he answer Reaper when he’d asked? Why did he have to look away?? He felt something twist in his chest. It was fairly difficult for Error to admit he’d fucked up. Because... yeah, of course he still loved Reaper. He loved his stupid jokes and flirting. He loved his company. He loved his dancing. He... He loved him. Error blinked as he felt something wet run down his cheek. Was he crying?? He quickly wiped his eyes.

His body fizzled wildly. He screwed his eyes shut and opened a portal. He didn’t see how Reaper could’ve still loved him after he’d stopped being Geno. He had been trying to push him away all this time. Get rid of everything that had alluded to who he had been. And... it had finally worked.

Error hated it. He thought he would’ve been happy, but he was NOT. Quite the opposite, in fact. He stepped through the portal and landed with a crunch on the dead orange grass. He could already see him. He had his wings folded and was simply sitting in the middle of a dead clearing, scythe tucked next to him.

He inhaled shakily and began to make his way over. The grass crumbled under his feet and the only indication that Reaper knew he was there was the twitch of his wings. “What?” His voice was tired and cold, momentarily startling Error. He’d never heard him sound like that and he forced back what would’ve been a naturally aggressive reaction. He moved around the front of him.

Reaper stared right through him with his hollow, empty eyesockets. Once, those had radiated warmth towards him. A few rare occasions, they’d had glowing, blue-ringed eyelights. Not this time. Error didn’t even know where to start. “I... I just...” He fumbled uselessly over his words. His body was glitching badly.

“Deep breaths.” Reaper said quietly, finally seeming to focus on him. Error would’ve usually snapped at him, but he knew how bad that would’ve been. Instead, he screwed his eyes shut and did as Reaper said, taking deep breaths. He forced himself to calm down, but he could feel something wet run down his cheek again. He opened his eyes just in time to see Reaper almost get up.

The god visibly kept himself back and lowered his arm. Error quickly wiped his eyes. He stared at the cracked dirt beneath him. He didn’t know what to say. He moved over to Reaper after a few moments and the other looked up at him. Error was hesitant before he stretched out a hand. Reaper’s sockets didn’t hesitate to widen in surprise. “You can’t handle being to-”

“Please.” Error managed to say, his voice slightly choked. Reaper stared at him a moment longer before reaching up and slipping his cold hand into Error’s own. He fizzed a little, but he kept himself very much together. He stood awkwardly and Reaper realized what he wanted. Right, he’d never taught Geno how to take the lead. He placed his foot out and Error did the same.

Reaper didn’t know why Error had come back. He began to dance, finding himself surprised. Error seemed to remember every step. He was keeping pace with the reaper, with as little glitching as possible. They continued their quiet dance through the dead field, never breaking contact with one another. Reaper finally was able to get to the end.

He had all the care in the world as he dipped Error, who went bright blue. Reaper could tell that Error was struggling not to look away. He brought him back up and Error continued to hold his gaze. Reaper’s hand moved without even thinking, moving up to cup Error’s cheek. He traced his cold touch along the glitch’s jaw and leaned in. He pressed their teeth together.

Error froze up and Reaper quickly came to his senses, immediately beginning to pull himself back. He felt fingers in the shoulders of his robes a moment later and he was being yanked back towards Error. The glitch pressed their teeth together again, almost desperately. Reaper blinked and didn’t hesitate a moment longer to reciprocate it.

They pulled away from each other and Error was crying again. Reaper was alarmed, reaching up and jumping as Error buried his face into his shoulder. “I-I-I-I’m sorry... I’m sorry... I... I just... I’m so s-sorry...” Error was shaking. “I-I was trying to convince m-m-myself to move on... s-s-since I’m not Geno anymore... I wanted to get r-r-r-rid of everything associated with him... and... that included you...”

Reaper stared down at him. He opened his mouth, but Error kept going. “B-B-But you actually l-l-l-left and I MISSED you... f-f-f-fuck, I missed you so bad...” He was becoming choked up again. He blinked as he felt Reaper’s arms wrap around him. “I’m sorry... I...” The god shushed him and Error felt a small prickle of annoyance.

It was quickly soothed as Reaper held him close. “It’s okay. I still love you. I never stopped loving you.” Reaper told him. Error shook as he stared at him and swore as he almost started crying again. “My love for you is still the same, Error.” Error hadn’t realized how bad he needed to hear that. “Do you still love me?”

That fucking question again. Despite how bad it had annoyed him, he wasted no time now in blurting out his answer. “YES!!” Reaper blinked at him in surprise before laughing and smiling. He spoke in a warm tone as he brushed Error’s cheek.

“I’m glad...” He sighed and blue tears ran down his face. “Thank you.”

[belliesandburps]

Here's a weird ask: how does the cast off MHA and TW react to being in first place in Mario Kart only to get blasted with a blue shell?

I see @twistedtummies2 and I share some anons. :P

Twisted Wonderland

Ace: That dumbass would have the worst luck imaginable. He'd get nailed by the blue shell right when he's doing one of those loops, so he'd go crashing down and have to get scooped up by that passive aggressive cloud-flying dickhead whose name I never knew or cared to know. He'd lose a few places in the race, and before he can eve get started, someone would use the lightning to shrink everybody...aaaaand someone else would blast him off the cliff again because they had the Bullet Bill. By the time he can race again, he's in dead last and also a full lap behind. "...Wha...how...WHEN...?!?! O___o; " would be the only his only befuddled response.

Deuce: He'd snap and get mad at what a cheap shot that was, and how he was so close to victory. Then, he'd apologize, go back to playing and acting like he's not super annoyed that he got screwed so badly.

Cater: He's far too busy taking selfies of him and his pals playing video games to actually...PLAY video games.

Trey: He will be in shock for a moment, but when the person who blasted him smugs at him, he'll retaliate by refusing to bake them any pastries for a week. They won the battle. But Trey just won the war...aaaaand broke their spirit.

Che'Nya: Heeee's too busy driving backwards and smiling to himself to ever get blasted by the blue shell. He tilts his head with confusion at the cloud turtle for constantly telling him to go the other way and mutters, "But I like this way! :3 " and keep on playing incorrectly.

Riddle: That controller is going through the TV.

Leona: He'd say his famous catchphrase. "Tch, pain in my ass..." then he'd lazily toss the controller, get up and leave. I imagine Leona isn't actually THAT fond of video games despite being young. I think he only really likes strategic video games that make him feel smart. And anything that has complete random chance to negate skill like that goddamn blue shell just turns him off.

Ruggie: He'd whine and pout. "Awww, whaaaaaaat?! D8> No fair!!" Then he'd sulk for a while, grumble in annoyance, and keep playing, trying veeeeery hard to inch his way back to the top.

Jack: He'd show a flicker of anger, would pretend that it's just some stupid game, then turn away, grumbling about what a crappy, cheap trick that was and that no real wolf would ever need to use...in fact, I'm pretty sure Jack's the type who never uses items because he doesn't think he needs them.

Azul: He will forget all about winning and focus the entire duration of the game to ensuring whoever got him with the blue shell is dead last. He will not rest until he crushes their dreams...

Jade: He'd just nod passively, resume playing like it's no big deal, then he'd wait to hear the smug "Haaaaa!" from the culprit he's playing with, and make a note to exact revenge slowly and embarrassingly once the game is finished.

Floyd: He will immediately turn to whoever blasted him, have pinprick-sized pupils, aaaaaand the other player will immediately restart the race, and Floyd will beam happily at being able to play more and giggle about how his opponent is really bad this time.

Kalim: He's never been hit by the blue shell. He's too busy getting hit by green shells. And red shells. His OWN red shells...which...isn't supposed to be possible...but he found a way...

Jamil: He'd use his magic to immediately force whoever blasted him to keep driving off a cliff again and again and occasionally act as a roadblock for other racers. Why get mad when you can get "cheat-y?" :P

Vil: He'd just huff dismissively and say that this is why he doesn't stream video games like other online personalities. Too uncouth and mindless like that blue shell and whoever lobbed it.

Rook: He'd be too busy focusing on wiping out other players to actually race. He's the sort who would literally drive backwards just so he can kamikaze with all his green shells at any incoming player he decided is his prey.

Epel: He'll sneer angrily, catch himself, and say it's just a stupid game, and keep playing like it's no big deal...then occasionally glare daggers at whoever blasted him when they weren't looking, and contemplate stealing some of Vil's poisons for later use.

Idia: Idia's such a ""pro gamer"" that he knows the shortcuts in every single track. You can hit him with TWO blue shells, he'll still be ahead by half a lap and have time to spare. He'll just grin that rare cocky fang-filled grin and say, "Ohhhhh nooooo, blue shells, I hope I don't lose my entire lap lead... >:D " Then he'll giggle maniacally...aaaaaand immediately whimper at realizing he just giggled in public, then largely keep to himself for the rest of the race.

Ortho: He'll pout and angrily whine that blue shells are cheap...until he realizes how much better the items are when you're in last place...then stay in last place when he realizes how fun the golden mushrooms and lightning bolts are.

Malleus: ...He's never been first place in any video game he's ever played. He's not very good at any video games, but the fact that he's been invited to play at all already has him in a good mood. Also, whenever he plays in a castle level, he's too busy trying to admire the decor to actually race.

Lilia: He's never been hit by the blue shell because he's never allowed himself to be that far ahead. He intentionally eases up whenever he has a major lead so it's neck-n-neck between himself and second place. And once a blue shell has been launched, he'll slam the brakes so second place takes the lead...aaaaaand promptly takes the shell, so he can carry on freely to victory. :P

Sebek: He'll never play unless Malleus is playing, at which point, his only priority is supporting his young master, who is...not gonna be in first place. Instead, he'll stay by Malleus' side the whole time, and be horrified when he accidentally blasts Malleus off the road when he gets green shells and stays too close to his master.

Silver: He fell asleep two laps ago.

My Hero Academia

Midoriya: He'll grit his teeth and just try harder to claw his way back to victory. Can't keep a cinnamon bun down after all.

Bakugou: One angry shout later, and the entire room will explode...

Todoroki: He'll blink with surprise, look around in deadpanned confusion and simply ask, "...Did I win? : | "/

Kirishima: He'll whine and frown, muttering, "Awwwww, blue shell?! That's not manly at all... >:( " Then huff but nonetheless keep on playing through. Also, he'll be screwed if he ever gets the blue shell because he actively refuses to ever use it because he doesn't think it's fair.

Iida: Blue shell him once and he's effectively lost the game. He will immediately jump to his feet, stomp over to whoever blasted him, chops his hands in the air like a robot and proceed to go on a massive tirade about how true heroes should never rely on such unfair trickery...until someone points out that anything goes in Mario Kart, and if it you were a skilled enough player, you could overcome such an unfair disadvantage. At which point, Iida will freeze, hunch over and mull over to himself for a solid ten minutes about what an excellent tool the blue shell is to actively push players to be better, to overcome the odds. Then he'll immediately bow repeatedly and apologize for blowing up, praising the blue shell as the ultimate teaching moment in a video game...not realizing no one is even playing anymore...

Uraraka: She'd go wide-eyed, turn to whoever blasted her, pout and shout, "You did that on purpose, you traitor...! >:{ " Then, she'd try and latch a ride onto the cloud turtle to see if her character has zero gravity powers as well. :P

Momo: She'd never get hit with the blue shell because she's learning how to drive, and is trying to be responsible behind the wheel...meaning she's driving veeeeery slow and avoiding all the collisions everyone else is facing. So even if she's dead last, she'll say, "Well, I may be last, but I'm also unscathed. So I do believe that makes me the REAL winner in this silly game."

Kaminari: "Awwwwww, wwwwwhaaaaaaaaaat....?! <8'{ " He'd just turn to whoever blasted him with this adorably pathetic look of absolute betrayal on his face.

Mina: She'll complain about what a cheap shot that was, then get over it in a second, grinning as she tries to get payback with red shells and banana peels.

Tsu: She'd stare blankly, ribbit, and resume playing, expression unchanged while she deadpan says, "...You suck. : | " while continuing onward.

Tokoyami: He'd mumble that this never would've happened if any of the players knew how to fly, then remark that whoever blasted him must have been pretty desperate if they couldn't best him otherwise.

Ayoma: Heeeee's far too busy admiring himself in the slightest reflection he can see on the screen to actually play the game...

Mirio: "Awwwwwww, looks like I lost, guys! :D " Would literally be his response and his expression...without realizing the game isn't even over yet.

Tamaki: He'd sigh a breath of relief, saying it's so much better not having to be first because now, that's a load of pressure off of his mind...then complain that he's hungry and ask if he can go home yet. :P

Mineta: ...He was too busy perving out over Daisy to actually play, and then Tsu wrapped him up in her tongue and flung him out a window.

#ask belliesandburps #twisted wonderland #my hero academia #bnha #tw #mario kart #blue shell #this really was an odd question #but actually pretty fun to think up answers for! #in the future i'll stick to fewer characters #this took a while 'XD

[f1]

Sainz fastest for Ferrari as Albon crash ends first practice | 2023 Monaco Grand Prix first practice

Carlos Sainz Jnr put Ferrari quickest in a practice session for the first time in 2023 as he led the opening session for the Monaco Grand Prix. Sainz’s best time of a 1’13.372 was over three tenths of a second faster than Fernando Alonso, with Lewis Hamilton third-fastest in the revised Mercedes W14. The principality was picturesque as the pit lane opened for the first time of the weekend, with sunny skies overhead and ambient temperatures at 26 degrees. Sergio Perez was the first driver out on the track and also the first back into the garage. The majority of drivers headed out on hard tyres, however Lando Norris was one of only three alongside the two Ferrari drivers to go out on mediums, setting the early pace with a 1’16.875. Home hero Charles Leclerc broke under the 1’16s barrier to put his Ferrari on the top of the times, while team mate Sainz took second despite brushing the inside barrier on the exit of the Swimming Pool chicane. Sainz jumped his team mate to take the top spot with a 1’14.401 to reverse the Ferrari one-two, with Leclerc just over a tenth slower. Alonso moved third on the hard tyres, while his Aston Martin team mate Lance Stroll nudged the outside wall on the exit of Anthony Noghes with his left-rear wheel, doing no significant damage of note. With just over half of the hour still remaining, most of the drivers returned to the pit lane to adjust their set ups and give feedback on their earlier runs. Williams driver Logan Sargeant slowed on the circuit through the tunnel and reported that he felt as though one of his wheels was not secure. After returning to the garage, the Williams mechanics struggled to remove his right-rear wheel, eventually getting it off from the car after some difficulty. Lewis Hamilton fitted the medium compound tyres and took to the track in the heavily revised Mercedes. He immediately went quickest of all on his first timed lap with a 1’14.035, while Alonso went second with a lap just half a tenth slower than his former McLaren team mate. Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free Nico Hulkenberg got into trouble at the chicane, clipping the barrier on the inside as he turned in, ripping his left-rear tyre from the wheel rim. The Haas driver was able to recover to the pits but the session was red-flagged soon after due to debris from the knock lying off the racing line. When the session resumed with 20 minutes remaining, Alonso headed back out on the same set of medium tyres he had previously been running on, going quickest of all with the first lap under 1’14 of the session. Alonso’s time at the top did not last long, however, as Sainz used a second set of medium tyres to pip Alonso by half a tenth and reclaim first for Ferrari. In the final five minutes, red flags flew again after Alexander Albon lost the rear of his Williams on the way into Sainte Devote, crashing into the barriers and wrecking the left-hand side of his car. With only a handful of minutes remaining, the session was be restarted, leaving Sainz on top as the fastest driver in the opening practice session. Alonso was second, three tenths slower than the Ferrari, with Hamilton third and Perez fourth for Red Bull. Leclerc was fifth in the second Ferrari, ahead of Max Verstappen. The championship leader endured a tough session, clearly unhappy with the balance of his car, the team unable to make some of the changes he wanted until the break before second practice. Norris, Esteban Ocon, Stroll and Albon in his damaged Williams completed the top ten. Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free 2023 Monaco Grand Prix first practice result Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free 2023 Monaco Grand Prix Browse all 2023 Monaco Grand Prix articles via RaceFans - Independent Motorsport Coverage https://www.racefans.net/

#F1 #Sainz fastest for Ferrari as Albon crash ends first practice | 2023 Monaco Grand Prix first practice #Formula 1

[kyloswarstars]

ROOMMATES • Part 1

Divergent • College AU • Eric x Reader

ROOMMATES masterlist 💫 Divergent masterlist

You escaped your current living situation by moving in with your friend Christina – and five other college students. Little did you know that one of them was the guy who was your ultimate pain in the neck since your first semester. Now, you had to find a way to not strangle him in his sleep out of pure frustration. Also, you had to find a way to get rid of those weird butterfly feelings for him that slowly grew in your stomach.

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The enemies to lovers story no one needed.

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It absolutely didn’t take you by surprise when your moving day turned out to be the hottest day of the year in Chicago. Not one single shadow spending cloud was to be seen, the temperatures felt like standing next to an actual volcano and your so called ‚friends‘ called off from helping one after one. It all got your blood boiling and made you want to throw your phone to the ground and stomp on it.

Instead you pushed it into the pocket of your pants, brushed some sweaty hair out of your face and continued unloading the first box out of the moving van you had rented.

Before you entered the building you would live in from today on, you took a good look at it. It was a rather spontaneous decision to move in. When you told your college friend, Christina, that your current living situation was very complicated, she offered you a free room in her apartment.

She was living with a lot of people. It would be eight people in total by tonight when you had moved in. For your liking, that was maybe a little bit too many roommates, but you rather took that, than live with your ex-boyfriend any longer.

You climbed up three flights of stairs and with each one the box in your hands got heavier. Knowing, that there were so many more boxes in the van that had to be brought up, made you want to sit down and have a beer already.

There was only one door on the third floor, which also appeared to be the last story of this building. That must be it. You rang the door bell and instantly heard some voices discuss about who would open the door.

A guy with some friendly eyes opened. „You must be Y/N!“ He stepped aside for you to enter the apartment. „I’m Uriah.“

„Are you on your own?“ You didn’t really get a proper chance to introduce yourself because Christina came rushing to Uriah’s side and gave you a brief hug, ignoring your sweaty body. She seemed truly offended by you being alone. Though, she was rather offended by your friends who weren’t there to help you even though they said they would.

You just shrugged and tried to take in the surroundings of your new home. Christina already told you that the apartment covered the whole story, therefore it had a lot of rooms that sheltered a lot of people.

It was a pretty opened concept. The big kitchen space flowed over into a living area and the other way around. Around the center piece, a huge dining table, were sitting three people, chatting the afternoon away. Christina and the guy, who had introduced himself as Uriah, joined the group again. She introduced you to Will, her boyfriend who you already knew from a lot of conversations, and the second couple in this apartment: Tris and Four.

„One roommate is missing, he’s… I don’t know where,“ said Christina and gestured for the remaining people to get up from their chairs. „Are we okay to help you with your stuff?“

She asked as if you had truly something to disagree with her offer. „You would be my life savers,“ you confessed. The help of your new roommates was genuine. The first bonding with them happened through carrying up your heavy boxes three flights of stairs, ranting over the heat and laughing about it because somehow you got along with them very well. Maybe after all the crap that had happened, this could be a good restart.

Christina offered to drive along with her car to the rental station and take you back to the apartment after dropping of the van. You didn’t have a car yourself and her offer was music in your ears. After that hot day and the physical exhaustion, you really didn’t want to ride your bicycle all the way from the rental place to your new home.

On your way back to the apartment, you asked Christina to stop at a pizza shop. You wanted to grab some dinner for your new roommates, and yourself, after they saved your ass with carrying your stuff all the way up to your new apartment.

When you placed the pizzas on the dining table, where everyone was still sitting at, every hesitation, if they had some at all about you moving in, was gone. Someone who brought pizza was very welcomed to move in.

Even though you were exhausted to your bones, the pizza gave you a small power boost, to continue with some more work after dinner. Before crashing on your mattress tonight, you wanted to unpack some of the stuff still. To your luck, Christina and Tris helped a little with your clothes and setting up a makeshift desk. At some point they left to go to bed. Way past midnight you felt your body giving out rapidly. You needed a shower. And sleep.

Right across from your room was the bathroom. There was still light in the hallway and you heard noises from the living area. The bathroom door was slightly open and you sleepily opened it completely to enter and shut it behind you.

The tiredness in your brain was suddenly gone when you faced a naked man getting out of the shower. You looked at him in shock and all you were able to say was: „What are you doing here?“

„What does it look like?“ He didn’t really hurry up to grab a towel and cover himself. There was too much time passing until a towel finally covered his lower half. Too much time for you to see, well, everything.

When the first shock subsided, you pulled yourself together, and looked at his face. This guy hadn’t been there all day. Still, you knew him.

„What are you doing here,“ you repeated your question in disbelief, this time with a small addition, though, „Eric?“

„I live here. What are you doing here?“

Fuck. No. Please not. „I guess we are roommates then,“ you stated in frustration.

„You are Christina’s friend moving in?“ He grabbed a second towel to dry his hair and looked at your from a weird angle. „Life’s just not fair to me.“

„Tell me about it.“

There you were. Standing in the small bathroom of your new apartment with Eric Coulter. Who lived here as well. You contemplated going back to the rental station immediately, get a van and remove your stuff before you unpacked completely. This was a nightmare. Since starting your first semester, Eric was the pain in your neck you were constantly clashing with. Whenever you started a constructive discussion about a topic, he was the one to drive you verbally crazy. There was no debate he missed and sometimes, you thought, he had taken it a personal mission to piss you off. Because even when he had the same opinion on something, he still had to prove you otherwise.

It had been dislike at first sight.

„Are you done in here then?“

„Why should I be?“ Eric’s discipline to make life more complicated for you was nothing you could deal with right now. Not after the day you had.

„Fine. Whatever,“ you mumbled. Instantly, you regretted opening the bathroom door – a shower had been so necessary – but dealing with Eric right now wasn’t worth it. The few steps across the hallway later, you stumbled over some of the boxes in your room, tripped and fell right on to your mattress. Grumbling, you turned around and saw Eric in the bathroom door inaudibly laughing at you. With your last energy, you slammed the door shut and collapsed back on the mattress. His stupid, grinning face was the last you had in mind before falling into a deep sleep.

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The next morning, after sleeping like a baby, you made sure to first take a glance into the bathroom before entering. No Eric. You locked the door, undressed and breathed out in relief when the water hit your skin. The warm water washed away all of yesterdays sweat, soaked your hair and made you feel like a human again.

The water temperature suddenly changed from hot to freezing. Hearing the toilet flush go off indicated why. You peaked out from behind the shower curtain and saw Eric readjust his boxer shorts.

„I locked the door!“ You whisper-screamed at him.

Eric went to wash his hands. At least you’re washing your hands, you thought. „I had to pee.“ He winked at you, left the bathroom and turned the lock into position again when he was back in the hallway. Great, not even a lock can keep him out.

With fresh clothes and still wet hair, you made your way for the kitchen. Your roommates were gathered at the huge dining table, Eric included, and had an awesome looking breakfast. It was ten on a Sunday morning, you didn’t expect all of them to be up yet.

Some ‚good mornings‘ welcomed you and assigned you the seat right across from Eric. Of course.

„How did you sleep?“ Christina poured you a coffee and tried to add milk and sugar but you were able to fetch it from here while it was still black.

„Good,“ you answered with a ‚thank you‘.

„This is Eric, by the way. The roommate you didn’t meet yesterday.“

Your glance went from her bright eyes to Eric, who stared at you like he had only now registered you sitting across from him. „We had the pleasure already,“ you stated and took a long sip, not breaking eye contact with him.

He was the first one to look away, which made you sink back in your chair with a winning grin on your lips.

During breakfast your roommates instructed you on how this living together worked. Who cleaned when and what, what team is when doing the weekly grocery haul and why you don’t flush the toilet when someone is taking a shower. When Uriah mentioned that, you turned your head to Eric and caught his glance. He didn’t seem to be impressed by your death stare.

Christina offered to help again with unpacking after breakfast. Still within the second she closed the door to your room, she popped the question. „Do you and Eric know each other?“

You groaned. „Kinda,“ you said as you turned to look at her. „Do you remember me constantly complaining about a guy in one of my classes who’s always driving me crazy?“

„That’s Eric?“ Christina’s face went blank and her jaw dropped. She flung the door open and entered, without knocking, the room next to yours – Eric’s room. You could hear his voice telling her to get out and knock the next time. Christina replied something but you couldn’t understand it. Was she telling him to stop his bullshit debates with you, now that you were living here? You couldn’t tell, even though you pressed an ear to the wall. They were both talking, but too quietly for you to understand a word.

You still wondered about that incident a week later. Christina just didn’t come back after bursting into Eric’s room. And he wasn’t to be seen ever since. Like he had just vanished. Which he didn’t because you could hear him come into his room late at night and leave it early in the mornings. Summer break meant he didn’t leave for classes and it bugged you that you even thought about this so much. You shouldn’t care. At all.

You did care.

„Chris?“ You knocked on hers and Will’s door. Will answered to ‚come in‘. You opened their door and only saw him laying on the floor in front of a fan. The heat was still very prominent. Instead of asking where Christina was, you asked him if he was fine.

„Totally fine. Just very hot.“

„Same,“ you replied, regretting it a little to not having asked Christina if there was air conditioning in the apartment before you moved in.

„Christina is out with Uriah. Doing the weekly grocery haul. Uriah jumped in for me,“ Will rolled around to lay on his stomach and looked at you with a dramatic expression on his face, „I just couldn’t. Too. Hot.“

With an amused smile you closed the door again and went to the kitchen to get some more water. Even though it was summer break, you still did a lot for college. There was a study you had engaged in and wanted to work on further. Sitting back down at your desk, you lost yourself in analysing the newest data that had come in.

You didn’t know for how long he stood there in silence until you noticed him. Eric leaned in your opened doorframe and observed what you were doing. You turned to him in your chair.

„Can I help you with something, Mr. Invisible?“ You really really wanted to know if you had done something wrong for him to disappear so completely from the apartment. Within the next second, all the exhausting memories of debates with him came back and you were feeling a little less guilty. Still, you wanted to know.

„Just wanted to let you know that, whatever Christina might have told you, is not true.“

„What’s that supposed to mean?“

„That it’s not true.“

„What is not true?“

„My reasons for always debating with you.“ Eric’s look was puzzled and he tried to understand the confusion on your face. Or his own confusion. Then his eyes widened a little. „Wait, she didn’t talk to you?“

„Talk to me about why you’re such a pain in my neck? No!“ You wished she would’ve. For the last week you had tried to question her about that incident but she always managed to change the topic. Wait… „What are those reasons?“

„There are no reasons. And if there are any,“ he grew uncomfortable, „they are just not true.“

„You confuse me,“ you stated.

„Great,“ Eric replied. „At least once I managed to do that after never being able to do so in our debates.“ He left. Just left and let you sit in your room with a thousand question marks in your head.

Christina wouldn’t get a single minute of peace when she got home. Not until she told you what had happened a week ago. Even if you had to kidnap her on your bike to a donut shop and sugar-shock her to get information. You would get information. That was for sure.

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to be continued

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[blueprint-han]

ticklish ↠ yjn. ♡

          ↳  for @baby-innie 🤓 anon.

genre: fluff, from this prompt list but i forgot the prompts.

type: drabble

word count: 1.1 K

⇥ warnings: none.

network tag: @stayverse ​

↯ note: hope you like it glasses !! This was fun to write uwu, i’d actually written this a long time ago and completed it today, so I hope this comes out okay. 🥺 ⇥ dawn.☀️

“Just a little bit to the right, Y/N!” You pressed the button on the remote control, body automatically leaning in the direction he said as you squealed. Thankfully, you dodged the car in the neck of time.

“Okay now, a bit to the left!” Jeongin bounced on the couch, black eyes intently staring at the scream where he’d been teaching his girlfriend how to play video games. 

Now, it was you who’d gone up to him and dragged his ass off bed to teach you. You’d told Jeongin it was because “you simply wanted to learn and were curious”, but he knew that it was rather because you were tired  of staring at the screen and not understanding a thing every time Felix came over to play.

But the, luck wasn’t in your favor, because the moment you’d dodged the blue animated vehicle you realised that you’d rejoiced your victory too soon. You ended up crashing headfirst into the side of the racing track, and the screen glitched, a “game over” sign coming into view.

You heard Jeongin gasp, a groan of frustration leaving his lips as he pushed some of his hair falling over his forehead to the side, eyes scrunching up in dismay as he eyed your pouting form.

You gasped too, sighing before sinking down into the couch, throwing the remote control to the side before looking at Jeongin. “Don’t look at me like that! It was my first go!” You humphed, folding your arms over your shoulders as you glared at him playfully.

Jeongin only chuckled, shaking his head as he reached over you to grab the console, hunching his shoulders as he restarted again. You silently looked at his eyes which were fixated on the television, suddenly overcome with the urge to run your palm along his smooth cheek.

His caramel skin almost glowed in the almost dim lighting of the hall, thick locks of black hair falling over his eyes. You laughed to yourself when you saw Jeongin’s lips part cutely — a habit he had whenever he focused on something. 

And so succumbing to your temptation, you straightened up from your position, scooting closer to Jeongin before laying your palm flat against his warm cheek. You smiled when he leaned into your touch almost immediately, shoulders sinking down as you ran a thumb along his cheek.

Even in silent moments like these, Jeongin knew how to make your heart flutter. He wasn’t even doing anything — one could say it just made the moment more special — just being next to you, and that was all. And that was enough.

Slight squint in his eyes when his hair got into his eyes, and you immediately let your fingers push away his tresses from his face. He sighed more, but continued to play the game. You pouted again, wanting to break his attention from the glow of the screen. And so you brought your hand to the back of his head, gently scratching the base of his scalp.

Raking your fingers through his hair, you watched as his eyes fluttered close, a magnetic reaction to your small, tiny gestures of affection. You moved as close as you could, pressing your body heat against his side as your ruffled his hair up, humming to yourself as you basked in the feeling of his soft hair surrounding your hand.

“Y/N...” He whined, finishing the level before shutting the game off, turning to you soon after. 

“What?”

“You know I get sleepy when you do that...” Jeongin pouted. You simply smiled, lying your cheek against his shoulder as you as you drew tiny circles on his shoulders, fingers still rubbing through his scalp. An evil smirk grew on your lips when you thought of something. 

With his eyes fluttered shut, Jeongin did not notice the way your hand slipped down against his well built biceps and down to his hips — and when he realised, it was too late.

A sharp giggle left Jeongin’s lips when you dug your fingers into the fabric of his thin shirt, his eyes scrunching up into tiny crescents and bright teeth on full display. You applied more pressure, only for Jeongin to squeal loudly as you tickled him, his giggles only making you coo at how cute he looked.

Pinning him down onto the couch, you straddled his hips. “Y/N, stop!” he shrieked when you tickled him again — his laughter was truly gorgeous. His hair fell over his forehead once again as he squirmed under your grip, trying oh so hard to free himself off your embrace. But with zero luck.

“But you’re so adorable...” You chuckled devilishly, quickening up your actions to the point where he was almost wheezing. “Oh gosh, you - you devil, stop!” Jeongin screamed, and that was when you finally stopped, giggles leaving your own lips as you looked upon his breathless form with the slightest amount of mercy.

Jeongin stayed in that place, panting before getting up, wrapping a hand around your waist to pull you onto his chest, your form crushing with his own as a gasp left his lips. A large bout of hearty laughter overcome the both of you, eyes twinkling in pure love when they scrunched up to form the tiniest of crescents.

Jeongin lifted his head slightly, nuzzling his nose against your own as he hummed. “You’re lucky I love you, you devil.” He kissed the tip of your nose, and you immediately felt the heat creep up to your cheeks at the tiny gesture of affection. 

His dark, black eyes seemed to draw you in — so you gently brushed your lips against his eyelids, the atmosphere quickly morphing into something much more intimate than the playful mood you had going mere seconds ago. 

“I thought I was your angel, though.” You tried to sound playfully offended, but really you sounded like a giggly 6 year old. Jeongin did call you his angel all the time, especially when the both of you were alone. 

The gesture where he’d gently kiss the back of your hand, your knuckles and the inside of your wrists before whispering wordless murmurs of appreciation were very, very common, yet you never grew used to it. Those words would always make your heart jump out of your chest, would only make you want to pull him close kiss him with all your devotion, and would only make you want to smile shyly whilst also sob at the same time. 

When Jeongin gently tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, a small smirk tugging on his lips before he flipped the both of you over, pinning you underneath him. You gasped loudly, melting under his warmth as he pressed his lips to your forehead.

“You’ll always be my angel”

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Ladies’ Night

Monsta X AU: 8th member

Zoey x Monsta X

Things get wild at a Sumi x Zoey girl’s night.

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“That’s how you dress for girl’s night?”

Zoey didn’t look away from the mirror to respond to Seungcheol. “Yes. Do you have a problem with that?”

“Just that I know for a fact you’re ordering food, and I’m concerned for the health of the delivery man.”

Zoey turned, finding him smirking. “You’re being an idiot and you’re supposed to have left already.”

“Dokyeom’s running late.” He answered. “But seriously…that’s your outfit. I thought you were going to be posting selcas and stuff.”

“I am. This outfit is super cute.” Zoey looked back into the mirror. She’d gone for some short black shorts with white stripes down the side and a bandeau top. Her legs, arms, stomach and back were completely exposed. It was par for the course for Zoey, but a lot for just casually walking through their apartment complex.

“You look hot.” Seungcheol promised. “I’ll get out of here soon.”

“You’d better. The first rule of girl’s night is that-“ A knock sounded at the door. “Do me a favour and let Sumi in while I pick a lip gloss.”

“I got it.” Seungcheol patted her butt and then walked out of the closet, heading towards the door.

“Who’s ready to-“ Sumi trailed off when he opened the door. “I thought Zoey said you were going out.”

“I am.” Seungcheol rolled his eyes, stepping aside to let her into the apartment. “You look lovely, by the way.”

“Aw, thanks Cheol.” Sumi was wearing a matching set of pink shorts and a tank top, each with a trim of pink fur. She had a bag hanging from her hand that looked to be holding a couple of bottles of wine.

“You guys are really going to drink that much?” He gaped. “There’s only two of you.”

“Exactly.” Sumi winked. “So we’ll have to get beer with dinner.”

Seungcheol shook his head. “I don’t know why I try to understand you two.”

“I told you to give up on that.” Zoey said, walking into the room. “Hey, gorgeous.”

“Hey, Zo.” Sumi grinned, heading towards the fridge.

“You’re heading out now?” Zoey stopped in front of Seungcheol, tugging lightly on the front of his jacket.

“Yes, I’ll get out of your way.” He laughed. “I’m going to crash at the dorm, so just call if you need anything.”

“Will do.” She stood on her tip toes to press a kiss to his lips. “Have fun.”

“Be safe.” He licked his lips, tasting her lip gloss. “Is that the new strawberry one?”

“Yes. You like it?” She grinned.

“Love it.” He kissed her again.

“Just a friendly reminder that I’m still standing right here.” Sumi called, already pouring a glass of wine.

“I’m leaving.” Seungcheol promised. “You’re in charge, Soo.”

“Roger that.” She saluted him with the bottle.

The second the door closed behind him, Zoey turned to her friend, a grin spreading across her face.

“Now, as I was saying.” Sumi held out a glass of wine to Zoey. “Who’s ready to party?”

“Me!” Zoey clapped taking the wine and taking a generous swig. “Yum.”

“It’d better be. It was expensive.”

“We need something to chase it with.” Zoey pulled out their folder of takeout menus. “What are we feeling?”

“Jajjangmyeon?” Sumi suggested.

“Ooh, sounds good. I’ll get beer too.” Zoey pulled her phone out of her shorts, dialing the number.

“And I will pull up the first of many movies.” Sumi clinked glasses with Zoey before ducking around the counter and heading for the couch.

“Are we finishing the Twilight marathon?” Zoey asked.

Sumi sighed. “Can we watch that later? I have a better movie to watch.”

“Go for it.” Zoey lifted the phone to her ear, waiting for it to stop ringing.

Sumi pulled up Magic Mike on Netflix.

“We’re watching strippers?” Zoey exclaimed.

“Um…can I help you?” A voice said through the phone.

“Oh my god, sorry. Yes.” Zoey turned away from the TV, blocking out Sumi’s barely concealed laughter.

“How long until food?” Sumi asked when Zoey finally put the phone down.

“Twenty minutes. They’ll call when they’re here.” Zoey dropped down onto the couch. “Seriously, Magic Mike?”

“Yes!” Sumi exclaimed. “To get us in the mood.”

“For Twilight?”

“Obviously.” Sumi pouted. “Please? I never get to watch it at home. I think Changkyun gets a little too into it and YinYin just spends the whole time criticizing their dancing.”

“How often do you watch this movie?” Zoey asked.

“Like once a month.” Sumi smiled. “Come on – I’ll let us restart the Twilight marathon afterwards. And we’ll be drunk by that point and Twilight is always better when you’re drunk.”

“I don’t know…” Zoey pretended to think about it.

“Please….” Sumi leaned her head on Zoey’s shoulder. “I’ll pay for the food.”

“Deal.” Zoey snapped her fingers. “Let’s go. We’ve got twenty minutes of strippers before the noodles get here.”

“Let me get more wine!” Sumi shouted.

The only managed to get about ten minutes into the movie before the call came for the food. Zoey reluctantly put down her second glass of wine and grabbed Sumi’s wallet, heading out to the elevator.

“Do I have to pause it?” Sumi called after her.

“Nah – just keep going.” Zoey answered, shutting the door behind her.

She did pull some looks when she stepped into the lobby. To be fair, she wasn’t wearing much, and her cheeks were tellingly flushed. But she found the delivery man with no problem and he politely averted his eyes as she paid for the food.

“I come bearing-“ Zoey’s gaze shot to the TV as soon as she entered. “Wow that’s just a naked man right there, isn’t it?”

“Hm?” Sumi was shaken out of a daze. “Oh, food.”

Zoey sat back down, taking a sip of her refilled wine glass before she started to open the dishes.

“Dinner’s served.”

“Huh?” Sumi’s attention was once again on the film.

“Are you and Changkyun having problems, because you seem really thirsty right now.” Zoey handed her friend a pair of chopsticks.

“Don’t talk about my sex life over dinner please.” Sumi smirked.

“I’ll just text your boyfriend and find out.” Zoey scooped up some noodles. “Cheers.”

“Cheers.” Sumi downed her glass of wine and dug into the food.

Zoey woke up on the floor, very thankful for the plush rug that she’d insisted they purchase. There was a throw blanket covering half of her body, but the rest was still hanging off the couch where it was covering Sumi.

Her head was pounding, and she winced at the light from the window.

“Sumi?” She reached up, smacking the girl. Her voice was hoarse. “You awake?”

“Urgh, I wish I was dead.” Sumi groaned. “What happened?”

“Your stupid wine happened.” Zoey closed her eyes. “I feel like shit.”

“Well you both look great.”

Both girls opened their eyes, finding Seungcheol leaning over the back of the couch.

“You’re home?” Zoey said weakly.

“Considering it’s one in the afternoon, yeah.” He held out two small yellow bottles.

“Don’t show me alcohol?” Sumi turned away.

“Hangover cure.” He dropped one on her before tossing the other to Zoey. “Figured you would need it.”

“I love you so much.” Zoey said, trying to open the bottle with weak hands.

“Even I love you.” Sumi said. “Will you open this please?”

Seungcheol opened Sumi’s bottle for her. “You got your’s, Zo?”

“Mmmhmm.” She pushed herself into a sitting position to take the shot. “Hey, did you bring food with you?”

“How can you even think of eating?” Sumi gagged. “I think I’m going to hurl.”

“Not on the carpet please.” Seungcheol deadpanned. “And I’m going to order something, now that you’re both awake.”

“You waited? That’s so sweet.” Zoey smiled at him, aware that she looked like death.

“I had a late breakfast, and when I got home I checked to make sure you guys were still alive and I’ve just been working.”

“We get it – you’re perfect!” Sumi groaned loudly. “I will also have some of whatever you order.”

“Cool.” Seungcheol patted Sumi on the head. “You might want to clean up. Your boyfriend is coming over.”

“What, he is?” Sumi shook her head. “Why?”

“Because he couldn’t get a hold of you or Zoey this morning. So he called me.” Seungcheol started collecting empty bottles. “Go shower.”

Both girls started to stand up.

“Not together!” He exclaimed. “Woah, are you guys still drunk?”

“A little.” Zoey took a seat at the kitchen counter. “You can go first, Soo. He’s already seen me look gross.”

“Thank you.” Sumi walked away towards the bathroom.

“I can do the dishes.” Zoey offered weakly, resting her head on the counter.

“I like these glasses.” Seungcheol said simply. “How about you just concentrate on not throwing up.”

“I’m trying, believe me.”

“Oh, and Zo?”

“What?”

“I got a weird text from you last night. Something about ordering a pole?”

Zoey shot up. “I didn’t.”

“You did. Why, did you-“

“I may have drunk ordered a stripper pole.” She jumped off the stool, running for her phone.

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49 or 50 for willex, and au of your choosing!

“Also happy second birthday!! Hope you have a wonderful day”

Thank you! This was an absolute joy to write so I hope you like reading it as much as I liked writing it! From the gimme a chance AU (which I guess now officially has spin-off lore about Willex) I give you Alex and Willie’s first date.

#49: holding onto the other’s shoulders for support & #50: putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up 

When Willie had asked Alex if he wanted to go on a date to the art museum, Alex couldn’t help but picture something cute and romantic. The two of them wandering around bright, airy rooms with the sunshine streaming in, bathing them in an ethereal kind of glow. Long moments standing in front of different paintings, fingertips brushing as they exchanged meaningful side long glances with one another. Maybe they would even kiss. Alex had been nearly breathless with the thought. Which was why he said yes without hesitation.

Willie looked like an absolute dream when Alex first caught sight of him outside of the museum, his long hair fluttering in the breeze behind him under his helmet, the loose, slightly cropped t-shirt he wore rising up every now and then to reveal tantalizing glimpses at tanned skin and toned abs. He came to a graceful stop on his skateboard right in front of Alex, grinning from ear to ear as he raised his eyebrows up and down teasingly.

“Didn’t run ya over this time. This date is already going better than our first meeting.”

Alex couldn’t stop the slightly high-pitched embarrassed laugh that slipped through his lips. Willie’s cheeks stretched impossibly wider, and Alex felt his own cheeks warm.

“I didn’t really mind so much.”

Willie smirked like he thought Alex was lying, which, fair. Alex had been pissed when Willie had crashed into him, ready to absolutely lose it on whatever dumbass had knocked him down and then had the audacity to complain about his stupid fucking skateboard. But then Willie had been scrambling to apologize, his brown hair tumbling down from his helmet in a mesmerizing cascade, and Alex had forgotten about his injuries completely because he was entirely focused on remembering how to breathe and getting his brain to restart. And then Willie had asked him out and it became the best day of Alex’s life. So, in the end, he didn’t really mind.

“C’mon, I got us tickets already.”

Willie tucked his skateboard under one arm and held his other hand out like he was offering it to Alex. Which, he was, Alex realized after a long second. He felt the blush paint his cheeks again and rushed to pull his hand from his pocket so he could place it in Willie’s. Willie didn’t say anything, but Alex caught the way his lips curved a bit on the edges, like he was holding back a smile.

Willie, it turned out, had an extensive understanding of almost everything art related. He named off artists without having to read the little cards by their work and talked about different periods of art styles and the evolution of art as it related to history, explaining how the two were inextricably linked which wasn’t something Alex had ever really thought about before, but was fascinating, nonetheless. Alex let himself be led around, impressed and in complete awe as Willie pointed out his favorite pieces and waxed poetic about Jean-Michel Basquiat, who Alex had learned was his favorite artist. It was everything Alex had hoped for in a date, especially when Willie led him down a set of stairs and into a basement gallery that was practically deserted.

There were large abstract sculptures throughout the room, concrete benches spaced out along the wall. Willie walked over to one and sprawled out, Alex sitting down next to him in a bit more conservative manner.

“Man, I wish they had let me bring my board in. How dope would it be to skate through this place?”

He traced his fingers through the air like he was mentally mapping out exactly how he would maneuver around all the obstacles. Alex laughed.

“I’d be way too worried about running into a priceless piece of art and ruining it.”

Alex shuddered as he thought about how awful it would be to destroy someone’s artistic creation. He still remembered how heartbroken Luke had been their senior year of high school when their former bandmate Bobby had stolen his songs and sold them to a record label on a solo contract. The pain had been unbearable, and Alex hadn’t even been the one dealing with the brunt of the hurt. Something must have changed on his face because Willie leaned over to nudge him softly with his knee. Alex blinked, startled back into the present and looked into the warmest pair of brown eyes he’d ever seen.

“You’re wound a little tight, huh? Where’d you go just then?”

Usually, Alex didn’t really open up to people. He’d learned from a young age that emotions were best kept in a bottle locked in a safe shoved into the farthest reaches of his brain. Alex and Reggie had unpacked some of that throughout the years, slowly gaining his trust and teaching him that it was okay to express himself. But Alex never really let other people in like his boys. Except, there was something about Willie, some innate goodness in him, that made Alex feel safe and calm and like maybe it was okay to let him in, too.

So, he did. He talked about Bobby, and then that spiraled into talking about the band and his homophobic parents and their silent rejection that stung all the more because it was like they weren’t even mad, they just decided that he suddenly no longer existed. Willie didn’t interrupt or judge. And when Alex had finally exhausted himself and felt a little less bogged down by it all, Willie reached over and placed his hand on Alex’s knee, skin to skin through the hole in his jeans.

“That sucks, man. I’m glad you’ve got a better family with your friends now. Luke and Reggie, right? So, you all moved down here from San Fran together?”

Alex had mentioned that when they first met. It shouldn’t be a big deal, the fact that Willie remembered and had clearly actually been listening to the things Alex had said then and now, but he was so used to not being heard that it felt monumental. His lips curved into a small smile.

“Yeah. They’re my best friends. Luke swears someday our band will take off now that we’re in LA, but I’m just happy I get to be here with them, living in a house that doesn’t feel so unwelcoming all the time and whaling on some drums whenever I need to.”

“I’m happy you’re here, too.”

The way he said it, with a little smirk and some bouncy eyebrows, Alex knew Willie meant more than just being in LA. He meant here in this museum, with him. Suddenly, Willie jumped to his feet, holding both hands out towards Alex.

“I think I know something else that might help you loosen up. Wanna give it a try?”

Alex was pretty sure he was willing to give anything a try if Willie asked him to. He slipped his hands into Willie’s and only stumbled slightly when he was pulled to his feet. Willie let go so he could catch Alex by his shoulders, their faces so close Alex could count every one of his eyelashes. Time seemed to stand still for a moment, something crackling in the space between them. And then, Willie threw his head back and yelled.

Alex jumped about 10 feet in the air and immediately slapped a hand over Willie’s mouth, muffling the sound of the other boy’s voice. He whipped his head back and forth, thankful that there wasn’t another museum patron around or worse, a security guard.

“What the hell was that for?!” He whisper-yelled, feeling the need to compensate for Willie’s vocal volume by lowering his own.

Willie laughed, his lips moving under Alex’s palm. Alex let his hand drop, not wanting to think too long about Willie’s lips touching his skin.

“It’s stress release!”

Alex raised a judgmental brow.

“Yelling in a museum is stress release?”

“Yeah, man,” Willie was still laughing, his smile easy and eyes sparkling. “There’s something about letting everything out all at once, especially in a place where it feels like you shouldn’t. C’mon, you said you would give it a try.”

Alex glanced around the gallery again. They were alone, and he had said he would try it. He took a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh. Willie grinned and nodded encouragingly, so Alex inhaled again and tried to copy him.

“Ahhhhh!”

It was pretty pitiful in comparison. Willie doubled over with laughter for a moment, but when he straightened his smile was patient and kind.

“Nah, dude. You gotta mean it. Here, we can do it together.”

He stepped close, the tips of his shoes touching Alex’s, hands fisting into the shoulders of Alex’s favorite pink hoodie. He looked down at where Alex’s arms were dangling limply at his side and cocked his head, so Alex grabbed onto Willie’s shoulders as well. He felt Willie lean against him, letting Alex support some of his weight, and did the same. It weirdly felt almost like a hug, the way they were each clinging onto each other, trusting the other one to hold them up. Alex copied Willie when he sucked in a deep breath, but this time, instead of lifting his head towards the ceiling, Willie maintained eye contact. That same tension from earlier pulled taught between them. The moment built until all the sudden Alex felt a huge rush of emotion and opened his mouth at the exact same time as Willie, their voices overlapping and blending together in one loud, messy shout.

The resulting rush was incredible. Alex understood immediately what Willie had meant. He let out a laugh, absolutely delighted, and yelled again. Willie yelled back, and Alex felt like his head was spinning, drunk on adrenaline and release and Willie himself. He opened his mouth to yell again when he heard footsteps on the stairs. Willie glanced over his shoulder towards the doorway they had come through and then he grabbed Alex’s hand without hesitation, giggling as he pulled him through the room and out a second doorway at the back of the space before they could get caught. They raced up a different set of stairs, only slowing to a walk as they reentered the main level gallery space. Alex was breathless and giddy, the feeling of Willie’s hand in his making him feel brave and reckless. When they finally came to a stop in a hallway between the main gallery and a doorway to the outdoor sculpture park, he used their joined hands to pull Willie close.

“You are insane, and I cannot believe I let you talk me into that.”

His words were too soft to be a real admonishment. Willie leaned in, his hips brushing against Alex’s and the feeling was overwhelming. Without letting himself think about it, Alex reached up to move a few errant strands of hair out of Willie’s face, letting one hand rest against his jaw and bringing the other around his neck so he could tilt his face up. Willie’s eyes were shining, gaze dropping to Alex’s lips as the tip of his tongue peeked out to wet his own. It was all the invitation Alex needed.

He swooped down, Willie stretching on his toes to meet him halfway, arms sliding around his waist and pulling their bodies close. Alex’s mind went blissfully blank, focusing on nothing but the taste of cherry Chapstick on his tongue and the feeling of silky hair slipping through his fingers. Willie made a little noise in the back of his throat and Alex pulled back slightly, feeling shy and nervous. Their foreheads were still touching, breaths comingling in the tiny space between them. Willie leaned in to press a soft kiss against Alex’s cheek, leaving a burning mark behind as he moved so his lips grazed Alex’s ear.

“Totally worth it.”

He pulled away with a satisfied grin, dropping his heels as Alex felt himself blush from head to toe. Willie laced their fingers together and started to retrace their steps back towards the front of the museum, pulling a dazed Alex along in his wake.

“Wanna go grab some food? There’s a pretty good hotdog stand around the corner we could hit up.”

That broke Alex out of his spell.

“Ugh, no. Literally anything but hotdogs, please.”

He shivered, his stomach clenching like it still remembered the time Luke had convinced them they could totally trust the dude selling food out of the trunk of his car at next to a venue they were playing at. Willie laughed and quirked a brow.

“Sounds like you’ve got a story to tell, Hotdog. Let’s go.”

And Alex went, groaning the whole time about his new nickname but secretly loving the fact that Willie had given him one. Nicknames said familiarity, affection. Maybe by the end of their next date he could earn a different title: boyfriend.

#mads writes #gimme a chance #jatp #julie and the phantoms #send me prompts for my birthday! #willex #willex week #jatp ficlet #willex ficlet

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So, happy eggs benedict day to those who watch dsmp. I’m sure you’ll have fun today! I know I will when you all read this chapter and freak out at the end! also gonna apologize for the formatting. I wasn’t sure how to replicate what I did while writing it, so I’m doing that instead.

@petrichormeraki​

“Hey Tommy?” Phil took the teen over to the side, wanting to speak with him. “Since Grian is still talking with his admin-”

“He’s my admin too. You saw that the other me was in their world.”

“Right, fine. While he’s talking to your admin, I’ve got a question.”

“Alright, shoot.”

“When you were talking with that other you… D-Did Kristen show up?”

“Mumza? Uh, no. Why d’ya ask?”

“Well, I guess you wouldn’t know. She wasn’t really around when you were growing up. But she’s sort of… a goddess of death.”

Tommy’s eyes widened. “She’s what?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, no. Mumza didn’t show up. You did. Or the other version of you. I guess you’re the death god there instead of her.”

“Right. Well, anything else happen, mate?”

“After the other you showed up, the other me got taken away by him and told me the thing to say to Xannes.”

“Alright. Thanks for telling me Tommy.”

“Theseus. Theeeeeeeseus. Theseus! Wake up!”

“Ugh… where am I?”

“Prison. Specifically Base Iridium.”

Theseus shook his head to wake himself up more. “Wait where the fuck am I?!”

“I just said you’re-”

“No what the fuck is this?!” Theseus shouted and tried moving around, only making the sound of chains jingling.

“Ohhhh, enchanted bedrock casket to make sure you can’t move. But hey, At least we get face holes. Aaaand you’re hyperventilating.”

“How do I get out?! Let me out!”

“If I knew how to get out, I would have aaaaaages ago and gone to see Sense!”

“W-Wait, S-Sense like the e-evil r-redstone guy?”

“Yes! With a wonderful mustache and sexy suit of his~”

“Oh eww gross. You’re just as bad as him.” Theseus cringed.

“How’s he doing?”

“Half starved to death and had his vocal cords ripped out.”

“He. What.”

“The new emperor of Helscraft or whatever did it. Kicked him off the throne and trapped him in whatever was there instead of the nether.”

“No! Now I need to get out!” Chain rattling filled the air.

“Uh hey, what’s your name by the way?”

There was a pause from the rattling. “Oh you heard I changed it? It’s Grifter now.”

“Uh, didn’t know you started with anything else.”

“Hiii Puffy! I’m baaack! Did you an’ Grum talk about stuff?” Jrum walked into Puffy’s home holding a lot of quartz in his arms. He knew he could just put it in his inventory, but this was more fun.

“Yes we did, though… well it was a little rough for him, so he’s... out building a place for you to stay near your charger until you can get home, alright?”

Jrum nodded, accepting the answer without question before setting his haul down on a table and picking up a piece quartz to chew on. “I made a new friend! His name is Michael!”

“Oh, that sounds nice.”

“Yeah! And then I went exploring and I found a big cave!”

“In the nether?” Puffy asked, only half paying attention right now while hoping Jrum would get distracted talking. She knew the bot’s brother wasn’t really out building after his panic attack, but duckling Dream had been kind and offered to help the child.

“It looked kinda like it, but no. It kinda looked like something Uncle Scar would make. It was pretty. He once built a humongous drill to get to the nether. A-And then some of the nether started climbing out, but the hole was waaaaay too big so it didn’t have any chance!”

“That sounds creative.”

“Yeah! He also made a magic village with a big magic crystal, and apparently it helps connect to the hels dimension, so I made a friend there!”

“What’s that?” Puffy asked with a tilt of her head. 

“Oh, the hels dimension is a place parallel to this dimension, but it’s not like another dimension like the overworld and the nether are different dimensions to themselves, hels is like… us, but through a mirror! A funhouse mirror! Like my daddy is really good at redstone like me, and he can get frazzled at times, but he’s really nice. But then there’s the hels version of him who’s like a big mean evil scientist!”

“Oh really. And I suppose you made friends with your hels version?” Puffy asked with a small smile, but Jrum frowned and found his antenna to tug on, squeezing the little blue ball at the end.

“Uh, no. Grum and I were built by our dads, but in hels, they got separated and so they couldn’t build us. So… we don’t have our own hels versions.”

Puffy frowned sadly. “Do you want to talk about that?

“Yeah. I’ve tried telling my dads, but they just sort of reassure me without really listening.”

Puffy got a chair set up for Jrum, ready for an impromptu therapy session which she hoped wouldn’t end as bad as the last one. “Now, what’s bothering you most?”

“Well, the fact that we don’t have our other versions kinda hurts because it sort of makes me feel like we’re less real. I know my dads say that we’re of course real, but it doesn’t hurt less because they just sort of say it and not give reasons. In fact, they sort of give us less reasons because they were really protective about us respawning since they didn’t know how that would work. I mean, I guess they had a reason to worry since Grum and me are here now, but the fact they couldn’t trust us with that kinda hurts.

“And then we need to be charged up as well as eat, but we don’t need to worry about phantoms. I guess it’s a trade off, but no one else has to deal with that! It feels weird! From what Xisuma said, he needed to mess with some files to get us read properly by all his admin stuff, and he didn’t need to do that for others sort of like us, so why are we different?!”

Puffy hugged Jrum to comfort the now crying robot. The small whispers of reassurance helped a little, telling him he really was a person and that he would be safe. Jrum was glad for them he didn’t like the mess he was in, and the fact that it came from not really being a person made it sting even worse. So he was very happy to find someone who would listen and understand.

System hard drive crash. Attempting recovery. Recovering… Recovering… 92% of data recovered. Rebooting… Rebooting… Essential data missing. Please insert external drive for troubleshooting.

External drive connected. Reading external data. 16 files located. Do you wish to replace data with files? Backing up old files. Backing up… Backing up… Data has been backed up. Replacing data. Replacing… Replacing… Replacement complete. Restarting. One moment.

Restart complete. Checking systems. 100% data found. Implementing… Implementing… Files implemented.

Are you sure you want to rename this machine? Renaming… Renaming… Renaming complete. Restart needed to fully implement. Restarting. One moment.

Welcome. Please continue with s s s set u u up. Ch ch choose a l l lan. :) 

Grumbot sat up with a start. He was pretty sure if he wasn’t a robot, he’d be breathing heavily. He put a hand to his head before looking around. It looked like he had been put in a room with a bed, but he didn’t recognize it, and no one else was there.

Grum tried to remember what happened. Had he run out of battery? Or had he gotten damaged. No, he had been trying to [: )] and it didn’t work out. He had also been with Puffy, so perhaps this was another room in her house. It wasn’t one he had seen before, but he also hadn’t really gone exploring.

Getting up from the bed and stretching, Grum decided to do just a little bit of looking around the room to make sure this really was Puffy’s place. He didn’t want to end up in someone else’s place and get in trouble. Though perhaps it was a similar situation to [: )] when they showed up on [: )].

That was another thing he almost forgot. Jrum. Was he okay? He didn’t know how long they had been separated and if it were long enough, he could have gotten in trouble. He had always taken after their [: )] and if the people here weren’t the happiest about stuff like that, it might not end well.

Well, as he looked around, the place seemed safe, and after carefully breaking a piece of the wall before putting it back, he was still at Puffy’s home. He attempted to contact Jrum, but it seemed that function wasn’t working. Possibly because they were no longer in [: )] and it was something there that allowed a direct connection between the two of them.

Grum’s eyes landed on a piece of paper he hadn’t noticed before. It seemed to be a note of sorts, so he read it. It seemed to be from the admin. He wrote how Puffy said Grum passed out and she went to check on Jrum to make sure the same didn’t happen to him. That if he would like, the admin could check him over and make sure everything was fine and there were no programming issues.

The robot rolled his eyes. He wouldn’t have any issues. [: )] and [: )] had built him just fine, Plus Jrum had gotten the two of them updates from [: )] so they were even better. There was no reason to see the admin, especially because…

Because…

Because why? This person was the admin, so he would just be making sure the server ran as smoothly as possible. He likely was just worried. That was all. What admin wouldn’t? And they hadn’t done anything to make Grum think otherwise. If they did, then maybe he would need to be wary. But so far, nothing. 

Puffy suggested they get a treat for Jrumbot to help him cheer up and Jrum wiped away his virtual tears before following her. As they left, neither of them noticed the small red plant wrapping around the antenna and connecting to the now red ball on the end of it.

“Ah ha. Nice joke Theseu- wait a second.” There was silence. “You’re not my brother.”

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