#okay its as if the idea itself is like rolling a die and hoping u get a six bc all other numbers will get you killed

[somuch-4-stardust]

i will learn NOTHING from this

#this is my problem #i do dumb shit but it always turns out well #and i learn nothing . someday this will go badly and then ill be fucked but that day is not today #LIKE. GENUINELY I AM SO HAPPY WITH THIS OUTCOME. NOTHING WENT WRONG SO??????????? #<- im so jinxing it oh lord. nothing has gone wrong YET and i hope it stays that way #fr fr tho. ill do the stupidest things and then be like 'hmmm i didnt get caught or die.... it must be a smart and safe thing!' #AND THEN ILL DO IT AGAIN. AS IF I AM NOT JUST TOSSING A COIN UP AND HOPING IT LANDS HOW I WANT #id like to give myself a little credit. #okay its as if the idea itself is like rolling a die and hoping u get a six bc all other numbers will get you killed #and through my cool and epic planning i add a weight to the die so my probability of dying is lower ^-^

[aspiringtrashpanda]

hey there!!! if you're still accepting submissions for the spontaneous drabbles, then here u go :]

setting: training room/field

favorite (scent): lavender

term of endearment: darling

pairing: inuokko

🍙TOGE x YUUTA💍

AHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR PARTICIPATING! I'm honored to write for a fellow inuokko writer! 🥺💕

I did some research out of curiosity for this one, and the idea bloomed to life so perfectly! I hope you enjoy✌🏻

“italics” is sign language

No C/W apply

“Duck!” Yuuta’s voice washed over Toge like a wave of mud, thick and heavy.  His body curled in on itself as he let the command bend his knees and drop his head.

Good thing the demand had been powerful, too, because a katana flew over his head a milisecond later.  Trimming a handful of stray hairs that had stuck up from his scalp on its way, the blade buried itself into the target on the wall behind him, sinking into the padded bullseye with a muted schink!

“Shit!” There was the thud of frantic footsteps across the wooden floor, Yuuta dropping to his knees in front of Toge, “Are you okay, Inumaki-kun?!”

Toge shot him a shaky thumbs up, the effect of his own mirrored Cursed Techniqued fading away as he gained control of his limbs.  He pulled himself to his feet, shrugging off Yuuta’s supprotive hand on his elbow, and rolled his shoulders to loosen his stiff joints.  A swig of cough syrup, and he was ready for the next round.

Yuuta paled, “Um, don’t you want to take a break?  We’ve been at it for a while now and – ”

“Blast away!”

The command that had thrown a special grade cursed spirit into the side of the school like a ragdoll mere months ago managed to push Yuuta to the other side of the room, bringing him to his knees as he resisted the massive force demanding he obey.  

The silence was defeaning, the only sound Yuuta’s low grunt as he strengthened his own energy, reinforced his ears, pushed back against Toge’s demand.  The moment Yuuta’s calves flexed, an indication that he was successfully defying the order, Toge knew it was over.

The tables turned, Toge crumpling to the ground once more as Yuuta stood, winning the battle of wills.  

“Inumaki-kun!” Yuuta sounded more distressed than before, and that was saying something.  First-year Yuuta had been quick to scare.  Second-year Yuuta had full faith in his friends’ strength... And perhaps a more realistic idea of what they could handle than themselves.  Case in point. “That was too far!”  

Yes, it was, Toge thought bitterly to himself as the metallic taste of blood gushed over his tongue, his eyes watering from the pain of his crushed throat.  How else would he ever get stronger, though?  Not only did he have to push himself harder against the strongest sorcerer (other than Gojo, but no one had the patience to put up with that manchild) he knew, but training with Yuuta also allowed him a chance to combat his own technique.  

It was naïve to think we would never face a Cursed Speech user ranked higher than himself.  What if the clan ever came for him?  What then?  Would he bow and return to them like a dog with his tail between his legs at a single word, or would he fight?

The answer laid with training.  And yet, no matter how many hours devoted to strengthening his voice, to working on his agility and hand to hand combat, to maximizing his cursed energy output, the results gleaned were minimal to nothing.  

“Is your throat okay?” Yuuta’s voice was gentle as he helped Toge to a seated position.

This, time Toge did not brush him off.

He tried to speak, blood spraying from his lips as he choked on the liquid seeping from his ruined vocal cords.  His features twisting in agony as he clawed at his neck, panicking seizing his entire body when he realized he couldn’t breathe.

He was drowning on his own blood.

That was new.  

Toge would’ve laughed if he could.  It was just another show of the widening gap between himself and the other second years.  He was pathetic, doomed to one day die from the backlash of his own technique.  

“Here,” Yuuta’s fingers held his broken throat like a shattered glass vase, energy seeping from his palm, warming Toge from the outside in.  The slightest tingle of heat grew into an uncomfortable simmer, to a raging boil as his muscles knit themselves back together.  His vision went blurry as the tears that pricked his eyes poured down his cheeks, the flames lapping at his throat pushing them over the edge.   Too much.  It was all too much.

The pain subsided, along with the burning sensation, leaving Toge blinking frantically, desperate to clear his eyes.  

The first thing he noted was the way his fingers had wound into the sleeves of Yuuta’s uniform.  They appeared stiff, held like claws, like he had scratched and writhed and begged Yuuta to stop.

The second thing he noted was the way Yuuta sniffled, red rimmed eyes peering at him guiltily.  When he spoke, his words were coated with phlegm, “How’s that?”

“Shake,” He croaked, using the back of his hand to wipe at the blood coating his chin.  

“Inumaki-kun,” Yuuta fixed him with a worried frown, his hand moving from Toge’s neck to brush away the tears from his left cheek, “Why?”

“Need to get stronger,” All Toge could see as he signed his answer was the blood staining his hands, tangible proof of his failure.  

Yuuta’s brows knit together, ”You are stronger.”

“Okaka,” The word was but a rasp falling from his lips.  He lifted his hand to rub at the tears trailing down the right side of his face.   When he pulled his hand away, he saw the red, and groaned internally.  He had just smeared blood all over his face.

He was a mess.

“Hold on, I have an idea,” Yuuta got to his feet, holding out his hand to Toge.  “I want to show you something.

A shower, a call to Ijichi that involved a lot of begging and “please don‘t tell Gojo-sensei"s, and an hour and half drive later, Toge was staring out at Lake Kawaguchi.

They sat on a park bench just past a row of vendors, peddling artisonal snacks and hand-crafted wares.  Mt. Fuji loomed in the distance, its reflection a dark shadow on the serene surface of the lake, glittering gold and pink in the sunset, the pool surrounded by fields of purple petals.

Nibbling on their lavender soft-serve ice cream, looking out at the field of bright flowers that had allowed such a tasty flavor, Yuuta broke the companiable silence. “It’s nice, isn’t it?”

“Takana?” Toge chirped, staring out at the birds soaring across the warm hues of the sunset.  He licked at his cone, the subtle floral sweetness of the cool treat far from overbearing.  

“I wanted to take you here, because, well...” Yuuta’s hand rested on Toge’s knee, the warmth radiating from his palm startling Toge.  He blinked up at Yuuta, his pulse quickening under the ferocity of Yuuta’s gaze.    

Taking a deep breath, Yuuta began, “Inumaki-kun, I wanted to show you how you make me feel.”

Toge gasped, following Yuuta as he gestured to the field of flowers before them.  He smiled bashfully, a rosy blush softening his features as he explained, “I thought about it for a long time, how I could find something that was so you, something that could capture your essence as a whole.  I think lavender works best.”

“Okaka...?” Toge tilted his head to the side.  He didn’t move Yuuta’s hand from his knee.  

“Hear me out, okay?  Don’t worry – This is a compliment!” Yuuta chuckled, his eyes squinting into crescent moons, into that smile that made Toge’s heart do a little loop-de-loop, “There are so many different aspects of lavender, right?  The first thing you notice is its appearance, its pretty purple petals.  Obvious, right?  The rich color is just... Inumaki-kun, your eyes are so beautiful and expressive and full of life and... Okay, get it together, Yuuta.” He used his free hand to drag it over his face, huffing in exasperation.  

Steadying himself, he continued, “The petals match your eyes.  But, that’s not all.  Lavender grows in bushels, thriving in a group, not unlike the way you aren’t meant to be alone, you know?”

Toge felt his eyelids tighten, a lump rising in his throat.

“You were isolated for so long,” Yuuta’s soft voice took on an edge, now, “They told you so many things that were entirely false.  They led you to believe you were a monster.  That’s...” Yuuta squeezed Toge’s knee, “That’s not true, Inumaki-kun.  You bloom brightest when you’re with your friends.  And did you know that you are the one who lifts us up?  You’re always trying to make us laugh, or pranking us, or challenging us to try harder.  You’re meant to be with a group.  You’re meant to be with us.”

Toge knew then, that if he could make it through Yuuta’s speech without crying, that he, in turn, would tell his best friend how he really felt.  

“Then, you notice its scent,” Yuuta accented his phrase with a deep inhale, smiling as the aroma of lavender flooded his senses, “So soft and sweet, but not overly pungent, not offensive in any way.  But it’s light, hidden underneath flashier scents.  You have to be patient, take in the whole bouquet to really experience the subtle notes that lavender provides, just like how your kindness is often misinterpreted when people don’t know how to understand you.”  

Toge sniffled, willing his eyes to dry, dammit!  

“Lavender packs a punch too,” Yuuta chuckled, finally lifting his hand from Toge’s knee, giving him a brief reprieve from the searing heat of his intent, just to cup his chin.  He turned Toge’s face to his, making eye contact, reminding Toge of just how much Yuuta had changed in his time abroad.  “Did you know that lavender, when prepared incorrectly for consumption, can cause nausea?  You could say it’s like a thorn to your digestive system.”  He paused to wink cheekily.

Rolling his eyes, Toge had to interrupt, signing, “Please stop subscribing to Gojo’s Joke of the Day.”

“Shush,” Yuuta bopped his nose with his index finger, “And lastly, the medicinal properties of lavender include relief from depression and anxiety.  It is known to calm the nervous system and lift the mood, which, well, you know...”

He stopped abruptly, leaning forward to rest his head in his hands.  Groaning, he lamented, “Oh god, this all sounded so much better in my head...”

“Tuna, tuna,” Toge prodded his shoulder, trying to convey his interest in what he was about to say, even if he already had an inkling of a hunch.  

Yuuta met his violet gaze with one of stormy blue resolve, his spine straightening and his brows creasing as he spewed, “What I’m trying to say, Inumaki-kun, is that I think you’re amazing, inside and out, and when I’m with you, I feel, for once in my life, that everything is going to be okay.  You think you’re not strong enough?  Fuck, none of us would be where we are without you.  You are so strong.  You’re incredible.  You’re like a tiny jar of lavender infused lemonade on a hot summer’s day and every moment with you is never enough.  Like, I need more and –”

“Yuuta,” Toge laughed, interrupting him by flashing his hands, “You had me at ‘I wanted to show you how you make me feel’.  Quit milking the comparison.”

“Sorry, darling,” Yuuta laughed sheepishly, his face very quickly matching the red of the sunset, “Oh! Um, is that okay?”

Nodding, Toge his scarf down, smiling with his teeth as he signed, “What if I told you that you’re like...Mint.”

Yuuta blinked, obviously more interested in staring at Toge’s mouth than listening to what he had to say, much to Toge’s amusement.  Yuuta shrugged, “Mint is lovely.”

“It’s also an invasive weed.”

“Rude,” Yuuta gasped in mock offensive, but the word died right in front of his lips as Toge brought their mouths together, kissing him with his entire being.  He was so desperate to show Yuuta just how much his words meant, that everything seemed to move in double time.  One moment, they had been eating ice cream on a bench, the next, his hands were tangling in Yuuta’s hair, his tongue was sliding against Yuuta’s and oh, he was in Yuuta’s lap now.  

“Darling,” Yuuta spoke against his lips, “Is this okay?  I mean, if you don’t want –”

Toge shut him up once more.  

He’d had enough of Yuuta’s ramblings for the evening.  

#inuokko #ottoge #yuuta x toge #toge x yuuta #drabble #drabble request #aspiringtrashpanda

[cullxtheherd]

“Don’t let me die here.”

hi!!! so strange meeting u here skdjsdkjf. i wasn’t sure exactly where u wanna put this but since we talked about not really caring about exact timing i just jsjfhbhdfgnkjfg??? i hope that is okay!! also feel free to reply/respond at will - i know some people are weird about it, but i am definitely not anyways skdjnfdsftl;gmh; bYE

“Well,” Jacob surveys the scene before him, one eye squinted into the setting sun against a backdrop of endless mountainscape. His mouth cocks to the side, tongue clicking as he thinks, palms on autopilot and engaging the safety on his rifle. “Never woulda’ guessed it’d be you,” Although it is a minor embellishment he’ll try anything to distract her from the pain she is likely experiencing.

Calmly he stoops, gun hooked securely over his shoulder. In the audience of his peers and subjects he is long-winded and quick to fill the silence, but now he is quiet and measured; careful about choosing his words. “Heard you hollerin’ like a damn wildcat from a mountain away,” Slowly he meets her gaze, “Hardly thought you capable of such a racket.” 

His accent is thick and lazy, tired from the day's activities already, “Got a vehicle halfway down where the road ends at the Ranger Station.” Though he doesn’t point visibly his head does sway in a vague direction, “Let’s see if we can’t pry you outta’ there before sunset, Rabbit.” 

Angling he spits the shortened rod of sourgrass he’s been absentmindedly chewing on during his trek out. Being careful to avoid the tines of the trap he places his hands, “It’s not gonna be good,” For the first time he gives her a genuine and sincere look over the cap of her bent knee, “You pull that leg out and we’ll figure it from there.”

“How much you reckon you weigh-” It has been many years since he’s found himself around any kind of woman regularly and he catches himself much too late, “Stupid question,” He apologizes by way of machismo, “Of course I can carry you.” He doesn’t leave time between his words, preferring to proverbially bulldoze over his blunder.

“Ready?” Jacob does not leave time for an objection or readying countdown but he does clench his jaw, straining against the metal animal trap. It takes more effort than he’d like to admit and idly he wonders how long this trap has been here - had its hinges accumulated rust over the months or years? Surely it hadn’t been this difficult the last time. When it finally loosens he is quick to toss it away and let it set itself off in the nearby grasses.

“It’s alright,” He finds himself saying, though the pinched and shredded meat of her calf says otherwise. The two rolls of gauze he carries aren't enough and he abandons the idea of using a medkit entirely. “We’ll get you home,” Vaguely he can recollect repeating these words to his brothers when they were young after a particularly bad spill or bicycle accident but he stows the memories as deeply and quickly as he can.

Removing his severely worn, braided leather belt he moves quickly, relying on his field training from so many years ago. “Come on,” Jacob knows there is more than one patrol in this area at this hour, but? Nowhere to be found when you really need them as per usual. Strapping the length of battered leather around her thigh above the knee he secures it as tightly as he can, ignoring any protests.

“It’s a long way down,” He interrupts giving her something to think about; the agonizing journey ahead. If it had been anyone else he’d only offer the option of having them walk down the side of the mountain alone, but? He is privy to her pregnancy if only just recently. It certainly explained how Elvis and the other Judges had acted around her confinements.

Though the situation they are in is very far from light hearted he does take a stab at making her laugh for the first time since he has known her, “Now, I can carry you or you can experience the worst piggy back ride of your life down the side of a mountain - choice is yours, darlin’.” Jacob offers a hand for? Help up? To claw at in pain? To - ? He isn’t sure but a brow raises lopsided as he waits.

[radioduo]

roses and riots: chapter 1

i could count the stars (wait until the dawn

notes: apoc au ^-^ this has been in the works for a while, so hope u guys enjoy! thanks to @b1rdza for the title and the letting me plan things w them :}

tws: blood, injury, violence, talks of death and zombies

Ranboo stared at his phone, slightly cracked and looking worse for wear, reminiscing over the photo on his lock screen. A picture from two months ago of him, Tubbo, and Tommy beaming at the camera. Ranboo returned the smile. Probably a picture Wilbur took on their moving day.

Two months ago, Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo began living together. Two months ago was the last time everything was normal.

Ranboo leaned against the wall of the now crumbling apartment and laid his head back against the foggy windows with a sigh. He could hear Tubbo in the other room quietly singing a cheerful tune and fiddling with some new gadget on his own. Tommy still wasn’t home from the scouting trip he had left for hours ago, and as the minutes ticked by, more and more anxiety gnawed at Ranboo's stomach.

Speak of the devil, Ranboo thought to himself as the communicator next to him began to buzz. It was Tommy, unsurprisingly. Ranboo gingerly set the phone down and picked up the other device. “Hello?”

“RANBOO, GET - krzzkr - HERE, THERE’S - skrzzkz - FUCKING HORDE HEADING OUR - krzzssz - HELP-”

Ranboo flinched and held the speaker away from his ear as he sprang to his feet. “Oh god, alright. Hold on, Tommy, I’m getting Tubbo and we’re going. Where are you?” He pulled on his boots and grabbed the musty red rucksack that hung next to the door.

“WEST- kzzszrt - NEAR THE DINER-”

“Just stay calm, Tommy, find a hiding place, you know the drill,” he knocked on Tubbo’s door urgently, but there was no response. "Are you k- whatever," Ranboo threw open the door, muttering to himself. Tubbo yelped in surprise as the door swung open, flinging his arm out and knocking his project onto the carpet. “We’ve gotta go,”

Tubbo took a deep breath and raised an eyebrow. “What’s up, bossman?”

Ranboo began to explain, but Tommy seemed eager to take matters into his own hands.

“TUBBO, THEY’RE FUCKIN’ AFTER - skrzztz - YOUR HELP RIGHT NOW, GET YOUR ASSES DOWN HERE - kryzztz - TO GOD I WON’T FORGIVE YOU IF I DIE,” he yelled through the radio. Tommy was breathing heavily, and Ranboo and Tubbo could hear quick, heavy footsteps pounding against the pavement.

“Oh fuck, okay, we’re coming, Tommy!” Tubbo grabbed his yellow bag from the foot of his mattress, abandoning his gadget and nearly knocking over his trash can full of failed prototypes. “Where is he?” he asked Ranboo, straining as he tugged his shoes over his heels.

“West Elm, near the diner,” Ranboo said as he pulled his mask over his face, leading Tubbo into the kitchen and grabbing his crowbar from the counter. “We’re on our way, just stay hidden and stay put.” Ranboo ended the transmission before Tommy could keep shouting at him and pulled open the door. “Let’s go, Tubbo,”

Tubbo hoisted his bat over his shoulder and tugged his goggles over his eyes. Wordlessly, the duo slunk out from the crumbling apartment building and down the street.

Nothing new, Ranboo noticed as the two speed-walked around the dilapidated city. Broken glass lined the pavement in front of shopping outlets, rotting wooden planks covered doors and windows, and the smell of flesh and blood filled the air around them, pungent and nauseating. The acrid scent slithered through the mask over Ranboo's nose and snaked into his nostrils, and he fought back the urge to heave as he swallowed the bile rising in his throat.

Rapidly rounding a corner, Ranboo tore his eyes away from the city scenery, stifling a gasp of surprise as he and Tubbo found themselves face to face with a gathering of the undead.

With bulging eyes and mouths lined with yellowed, broken teeth, the pack shuffled down the debris-covered road in the opposite direction, still oblivious to Ranboo and Tubbo's appearance. They seemed too busy tracking something out of sight to pay attention to the smell of fresh, unspilled blood nearby. Unfortunately, Ranboo realized with a sinking feeling in his stomach, the thing they must have been searching for was Tommy, and to find him, he and Tubbo would have to make it through the horde of the starving dead.

Tubbo stared ahead at the mob, a sour expression painting his face. "Don't tell me-"

"We have to, Tubbo. Unless you want to leave Tommy to die over there."

"I'm gonna be honest bossman, that sounds pretty fuckin' appealing right now," Tubbo replied dryly.

"I really hope you're joking," Ranboo answered. "C'mon," he urged, gripping the crowbar in his gloved hands, and charged forward like a bull.

The zombies, luckily for Ranboo, moved slowly, giving him time to react between attacks. He swiped nimbly with his left hand, slamming the metal bar into the face of a corpse, taking its head off with a satisfying crunch. Ranboo heard a grunt next to his ear and rolled out of the way right as an undead creature swung at him, nearly grabbing his arm and pulling him back. He brought the crowbar down into the skull of his attacker and looked away as the creature made a strangled sound in the back of its throat. Bobbing and weaving through the sea of the undead, Ranboo slammed the crowbar into every shambling body he could reach, over and over again. He yelped as he suddenly felt something grab his arm, sending a wave of pain up his arm from the iron-like grip. He wrenched his hand away frantically and stabbed the crowbar into the zombie's eyes. Breathing heavily, he scrambled away from the horde and into the clear at last. Ranboo gripped his sore arm and anxiously looked over the sea of corpses. Tubbo hadn't come out of the mob yet, and Ranboo's stomach twisted with fear at the thought of something happening to him.

A loud smack came from somewhere inside the cluster of bodies, and at last, Tubbo appeared, waving his bloodstained baseball bat like a madman and shouting a string of curses at the undead hands grabbing at his clothes. He ran to Ranboo's side, gasping for air. "Don't ever fucking make me do that again, okay?"

Ranboo grinned, relieved that he seemed unharmed. "Alright, alright, whatever," he said, flicking a drop of blood from his face. "We have to keep moving or they'll catch up with us."

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Tubbo and Ranboo slid open the diner door silently, stepping over the upturned chairs and tables as they walked into the abandoned building. "Tommy?" Tubbo whispered. "Are you in here?"

"Tubbo?" A voice answered. A head of curly blond hair popped up from behind the counter, and an unmistakable look of relief swept over Tommy's face when he caught sight of the two. "Thank fuck," he muttered, breathing a sigh of relief and dragging himself to his feet, hauling his backpack with him. "I wasn't sure how much longer I'd last." Crawling out from behind the counter, Tommy pulled his green bandana down from over his mouth again and faced the duo. "How'd you get through that giant fuckin' mob back there?"

Ranboo and Tubbo held up their crowbar and bat, respectively. "We managed," Tubbo said with a shrug. "That's beside the point though, why have you been gone so long? You were supposed to be back, like, two hours ago!" The three inched towards the door as Tubbo talked, slipping back into the streets and booking it in the opposite direction they came from.

Tommy huffed, trying to keep up with his friends. "Other than those dickheads back there keeping me away, I stopped by Phil's place for a bit to get us some food," he explained through deep breaths. "We haven't been able to get out much, thought it'd help." He held up his lumpy bag, obviously full of cans and boxes.

"Tommy, you know carrying food long distances is dangerous," Ranboo huffed, pulling ahead of the group as they rounded a corner. "Those things can smell just about everything, what made you think that was even slightly a good idea?"

Tommy made an indignant scoffing noise in the back of his throat. "Well, ex-CUSE me, Boob Boy, for wanting to help out you and Tubbo. That's my bad," he said, placing unnecessary emphasis on the last two words.

Ranboo rolled his eyes with faux annoyance as the three of them kept walking. "How many times have I told you to stop calling me that?"

"Not enough clearly," Tubbo answered, amusement obvious in his tone.

"Oh my god-" A hand flew over his mouth as Tommy suddenly took a sharp turn and flattened him against the bricks of a rundown building. Ranboo bit back a pained grunt as his aching arm hit the bricks. "I can hear those fuckers nearby," he removed his palm from Ranboo's masked mouth, and the three of them pressed their backs against the crumbling wall. "Is there another way we can take?"

He pressed his lips into a thin line, eyes darting back and forth as he strained his ears to listen for the familiar groans of the undead. "There are only a few that won't take us, like, two hours," he whispered. "Most roads loop around the city, and-"

"-and there's no way in hell that we'd make it back alive if we travel in the dark," Tubbo finished bleakly. He stared at the ground, lost in thought as though he were hoping the answer would write itself on the sidewalk. "So what now? Just stay here and wait until the morning? Surely not," he looked up at the other two. "I mean, that's a death wish right there,"

Ranboo and Tommy nodded silently. "I guess there's always Phil's place, but that's a couple dozen blocks down the road," Ranboo suggested, glancing up at the sky. It was only marginally darker than when they'd left, but Ranboo knew the light wouldn't last for much longer - especially not with the luck they'd been having. He absently rubbed his sore arm, careful to keep something from hitting it again. "We'd have to leave now to be there before dark,"

"Don't tell me we have to fuckin' walk even more," Tommy griped loudly. "I just got back from his place, are you sure there isn't a faster way home?"

"We can leave you here with the horde, if that's what you prefer," Tubbo retorted. Slinging his yellow bag over one arm and hoisting his worn baseball bat over the other, he dashed down the street, calling to Tommy over his shoulder, "Hurry up, dickhead!"

"Tubbo, wait-!" Tommy shouted back as he and Ranboo followed suit, jogging down the sidewalk behind Tubbo to the safety of their friend's home.

It was nearly dark by the time the three came to the pale blue house. It sat on the city outskirts, barely safer than the houses on the inside but at least ten times cozier. Tommy rapped on the door raucously, and Ranboo and Tubbo cringed as the sound echoed, definitely alerting the nearby zombies to their presence.

They didn't have time to worry about that, thankfully, as Phil greeted them at the door, looking relieved. "You guys scared the shit out of me," he breathed as he ushered the three teens inside. "You can't just be out wandering and knocking on strangers' doors,"

"Phil, if you were a stranger, this would be very awkward right now," Ranboo said, kicking his boots off and shoving them in the corner.

"I'm- oh my god, you know what I mean," he replied exasperatedly. "Be careful out there, is all. I don't know what I'd do if you guys got hurt."

Silence fell over the group as they heard the subtext of Phil's words. 'If you guys got hurt again.' Ranboo peered over at Tubbo, whose hand had subconsciously drifted up to trace the burn scars that outlined his face. Ranboo's own hand had floated up to touch his bruised arm carefully. He wouldn't tell Phil about it. Not yet.

Coughing, Ranboo broke the silence as he drew his hand away from his injury and undid the clasp on his cloak. "Welp, uh, I'm gonna sit down if anyone else wants to come," he invited, plopping the heavy fabric in a pile with the rest of his things and wandering into the living room.

The fireplace was burning, and Wilbur laid next to the orange flames, half-lidded eyes staring sleepily at the ceiling. He blinked and sat up as Ranboo entered the room, still alone as Tubbo and Tommy followed Phil into the kitchen, discussing something Ranboo couldn't quite hear. "Hey, Rhombus," Wilbur smiled, holding back a yawn. "How goes it?" His eyes darted briefly to the yellow sweater Ranboo wore.

Ranboo shrugged, removing his mask and catching the brief smile that flickered across Wilbur's face. "Could be better, I suppose," he replied.

"I think you said that last time," Wilbur noted.

"Yeah, well, it's been hard to be great recently," Ranboo said, barely audible.

Wilbur nodded sagely nonetheless, shuffling away from the fire to sit on the carpet in front of the couch. "You're not wrong," he agreed. There was a moment of silence as Wilbur looked up at Ranboo, who sat stiffly on the sofa, clutching his arm lightly and staring blankly into the fire. "You all good?"

"Y-yeah, I'm fine," Ranboo answered, blinking himself out of his stupor and brushing a strand of hair from his eyes. "Just- pain is all. Nothing a little sleep can't fix," he insisted. Ranboo could see the doubt in Wilbur's eyes, and it made his stomach churn. He wasn't sure why. "I'm alright, seriously," he repeated. "I'd let you know if I wasn't, you know that."

"Right." Disbelief laced Wilbur's words, but he didn't pry, nor did Ranboo want to offer an explanation.

Wilbur opened his mouth to say something else, but he didn't get the chance as Tubbo peeped his head into the room. "Dinner's ready big man, if you're interested," he said, jabbing a thumb behind him towards the kitchen, the comforting smell of potato soup wafting through the house. "You too, Wilbur, I guess," he snickered.

Ignoring the lighthearted banter between the other two, Ranboo inhaled deeply, savoring the scent. It smelt like home, he thought, a small smile painting his face. Wordlessly, Ranboo padded through the doorway into the kitchen, where Techno, Tommy, and Phil sat around the table waiting.

"There you are," Techno greeted him, reaching for the soup spoon. "We were starvin' to death in here, c'mon man," he joked.

Ranboo huffed a laugh through his nose. "Sorry about that," he apologized, running a hand through his hair. "Been a long day." He caught Tubbo's eye, who agreed with a slight head nod.

"It's alright, mate," Phil assured him. He held the bowls as Techno ladled soup into them carefully. "We get it." Phil handed him a bowl, steaming and cozy, and Ranboo gratefully accepted. "Just hang out for a while, alright?"

The six of them sat around the small kitchen table, eating together and listening to the radio as songs old and new alike filled the air. Tubbo and Wilbur sang duets, and Techno and Tommy made increasingly strange parodies as Phil and Ranboo watched with amusement.

Tommy and Techno were mid-song about Phil when the music suddenly stopped, harsh static cutting through the joyful atmosphere like a knife.

"WE INTERRUPT YOUR PROGRAM FOR AN EMERGENCY ANNOUNCEMENT," the prerecorded sample recited. "ATTENTION, ALL CITIZENS OF NEW LENSLING COUNTY: A MANDATORY EVACUATION IS BEGINNING TOMORROW AT 11 AM. ALL PERSONS LIVING IN THE CITY MUST RELOCATE BEFORE THE END OF THE WEEK."

The once bright mood at the dinner table quickly sank, dread and icy cold fear replacing the warm feeling of family and safety.

"What the fuck?" Tommy murmured, turning the radio volume up to the max.

"COUNTY OFFICIALS WILL BE INSPECTING HOMES TO ENSURE THAT EVERYONE HAS EVACUATED. SAFE CITIES ARE AS FOLLOWS: ATTSTONE, WORWICKE, LANGSTEDSHIRE, SHANTOWSEA, AND SOUTH BIRBED. FURTHER QUESTIONS WILL BE ANSWERED AT-"

Wilbur turned off the radio with a harsh slam. "Great," he growled. "What the fuck do we do now? Surely they don't expect us to just be happy with this!"

"All our shit is still at home!" Tubbo added, agitated. "There's no way we have time to grab it tonight, and it'll take ages to get back to the apartment in the morning!" He grumbled. "This is bullshit!"

"Calm down, you two," Phil cut in, trying to curb the anger bubbling in the air. "We'll figure something out, okay?"

Tubbo and Wilbur had the same disgruntled look in their eyes, jaws set and eyes shadowed. "Fine," Tubbo muttered, standing up to look at Phil. "Tell us then, what's the plan? Do you even know what's going to happen to us?"

"Tubbo," Ranboo warned. "Calm down. We're all figuring it out as a group."

Tubbo folded his arms and sat heavily in his chair, still irritated.

Techno was already rifling through his things for a map of the county. "The safe zones were all cities nearby," he said, seemingly to himself. He rolled a thin map out over the table, careful to avoid the drops of soup. "Attstone, Worwicke, et cetera. The closest one to us would be-"

"South Birbed, innit?" Tommy finished, shoving his now-empty soup bowl out of the way to lean over the table. "It's 'bout a week-long trip on foot," he explained. "We could be there in no time if all of us leave first thing in the morning,"

"Hold on, Tommy," Techno stopped him as Tommy took a breath to say something else. "One of us needs to stay behind and let someone know where we're goin', right Phil?"

"They need to send a message to all the safe zones to tell 'em how many people to prepare for," Phil confirmed. "I'll stay behind, tell whoever may stop by that the six of us are heading south, yeah?"

Ranboo and the other four shared a look of hesitance, none of them quite sure how to respond. "I don't want to leave you behind, Phil," Ranboo admitted. "Are you 100 percent sure you'll be alright on your own?"

Phil waved a hand dismissively. "You don't have to worry about me, mate. I'll catch up with you all in no time."

Phil's promise sent a wave of relief around the room. Wilbur and Tubbo looked more at ease, and Ranboo, Techno, and Tommy all breathed a sigh. "We should probably pack up our shit, I guess." Tommy rose to his feet, stretching and yawning. "Early start tomorrow, aye?"

They all stood, some more hesitant than others, and dispersed to their respective sleeping quarters. Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo trekked upstairs single file, carrying their bags, weapons, and everything in between into the large bedroom silently. It wasn't like they hadn't done this same thing before, but something about knowing it might be the last time for a while made the mood feel more somber than usual.

Tommy flopped onto the large, pillowy mattress with a sigh. "I can't believe we're being fuckin' kicked out," he muttered crossly, a change in mood from the upbeat leader persona he'd put on downstairs (probably to prove himself to the adults). "And to South Birbed of all places!"

Ranboo snorted, his eyes crinkling up with laughter. "What did South Birbed ever do to you?" He asked, watching as Tubbo crawled onto the bed next to Tommy.

"I dunno, it just seems like a shit city," Tommy shrugged.

Tubbo smacked him with a pillow, and Tommy yelped in protest, shouting a string of curse words at his assailer. "Mercy, mercy!" Tommy begged as he and Tubbo began a pillow fight.

Ranboo looked on with mild intrigue but didn't join the party. Instead, he slipped away from the other two into the bathroom and shut the door.

He pried his gloves off his hands and rinsed his face, desperate to clean the dirt and grime from his forehead and fingers. Ranboo stared at himself in the mirror, watching beads of water run down his face. He looked like a mess, he thought briefly, before drying the water with a towel. He winced, feeling a shock of pain flow up his arm as he blotted the water with the scratchy cloth. Deftly, he rolled up his sweater sleeve to examine his arm.

A little bit of broken skin, Ranboo noticed. He caught sight of a few small indents, which he assumed were from fingernails digging into his arm when the zombie had grabbed him. He made a mental note to keep checking the wound before it got infected and rolled his sleeve down again.

With a newly clear head, he reentered the bedroom quietly. Tommy and Tubbo had already claimed the bed, he noted, as the two laid on either half of the mattress, Tommy's head and Tubbo's feet on one end and the other way around at the foot of the bed. Ranboo sighed as he realized he'd have to sleep on the floor. Swiftly, he snagged a pillow from the bed, careful not to wake the already-snoring Tubbo, and dragged a throw blanket from a basket to sleep beneath. Begrudgingly, he laid on his makeshift bed, staring at the ceiling.

He had never noticed it before, but shining overhead was a galaxy of artificial stars, blinking and twinkling. The question of "why" briefly crossed Ranboo's mind as he stared at the bright little shapes above him. It made sense, he supposed, since the room belonged to Wilbur years before he, Tommy, or Tubbo ever stayed there. Still, he thought, it was surprising that Phil had kept them up there after all this time. Maybe he wanted to keep a little piece of the good times with him.

Ranboo felt a pit form in his stomach as he thought about the future (or possible lack thereof). The uncertainty made his stomach churn as he yawned, eyelids drooping. Thoughts of traveling and an image of the artificial galaxy were fresh in his mind as he rolled over that night, shutting his eyes and letting the darkness of sleep wash over him at last.

#ranboo #tubbo #tommyinnit #philza #wilbur soot #technoblade #dream smp #dsmp #mcyt #blood tw #injury tw #violence tw #zombies cw #my writing

[dabard]

An Outsider’s Guide To Humans: Entry #42

Humans are not invincible, they can die, they can be killed. I write these words unwillingly, because the truth of mortality is something I had hoped would not- could not apply to my own experience. My name is Amvixxis, and I killed a human. My ship is the Allied Systems exploratory vessel “[Hiskaren insect]” and on it I am the sanitation officer. A cleaner on a very strict schedule. I had worked on this ship for ten terran rotations of Sol, almost half my life, before we took on the human Alex. They were terrifying at first, for humans had not long been among the stars and we had few preparations for their arrival on our own vessel. I guess that’s why this guide was started, right?  Alex was taking over as quartermaster, their gift for numbers and heavy equations far outstripping any other species we’d employed. Humans you see, have niches much like a subspecies of another race would have it’s specialization, only humans are not restricted to one thing. Alex was beyond extraordinary with mathematics, yet they could also mend clothing, prepare lavish meals, build and repair simple constructions, read maps and navigational systems. Humans hungered for knowledge, and are fascinated with learning as much as they can, especially if it helped their every day life. This meant that Alex, unlike the rest of the crew, cleaned their own rooms and workspace, long before I arrived near the end of my rounds.  “U-Um, Human Alex?” I had asked, when first discovering the cargo holds they managed to be spotless. “You know that I am designated to clean here, yes?” “Oh, yeah I know Amvi.” They had bared their teeth at me, waving their hand slowly. “I just like to clean, helps me sort out everything in my head while my hands are busy. I don’t mind doing this to save you some work, I’d prefer it honestly.” My topmost ears flattened against my head in confusion. “You want to do my work?”  “It’s my work too, I make the mess after all.” The human had let go a light “Ahuh” that I remembered was a sign of amusement. “If you’re worried about being ahead of the all mighty schedule, you can hang out here for a bit? It gets kinda lonely with just me and cargo that doesn’t exactly uncount itself.” It usually took me twenty “minutes” to clean the cargo holds accounted by Alex, then another ten for their office and quarters. This time was instead spent talking with my strange new crewmate.  Our deathworlder came from a city in the desert, an oasis of light and glass. Las Vegas. They told me of Earth, of the animals and plants that seem so dangerous on a datapad screen, yet from the lips of my new confidant they were... Intriguing, beautiful for their eyes.  I, in turn, told Alex of my homeworld Garnessa, of its rolling auburn hills and crystal beaches where my people would gather in the night to sing the sun asleep.  “It sounds magical.” Alex had sighed. “I wonder if I’ll ever get to visit, or if they’d let me.”  “I’m not sure.” I answered truthfully. “My people have been preyed on before, they shy away from predator species.” Alex puffed out their cheeks and huffed, blowing their fringe up, and out of their eyes. “I’m not exactly chasing you up and down the hallways am I?” I trilled in amusement. “No, but all the same, I do not know if it would be allowed. Why do you want to see it anyway? Your Las Vegas sounds far superior.” “There’s noting for me back home.” Alex shrugged. “My dad was a drunk and bounced my mother off the walls if she spoke a word against him. My brothers are okay, I guess, but never really cared enough to get my pronouns right.”  I tilted my head. “Are your brothers intellectually challenged? Pronouns are not hard to get right.” Alex tilted back their head and roared with laughter, by then I was versed enough in their habits not to cry in fear. “No, they weren’t challenged, just products of a bygone era. I like it out here more than back home, I want to find a nice, pretty world, and grow old there.” What strange beings humans are. We were three weeks underway in the voyage when they attacked. Perri’ka, the nest breakers.  I was only halfway through my shift, when our warning siren began to sound, I had no real knowledge of what to expect during the chaos. Ships are so rarely attacked outside of war, a ship such as ours was built for research and carried so little in terms of defense it must have seemed like a gift from the Source for the Perri’ka. I abandoned my work and ran for the safety of the engine room, but of course, that was one of their first targets.  I rounded a corner, all six of my ears flared in terror, my short fur rigid from exertion and the siren pounding in my skull, I saw the reptilian before me and halted, trying to turn and run but not quite managing it. The Perri’ka you see, had already grabbed me. My species, the Emnae, are prized by many as slaves. We’re small, mild mannered, and with the right coercion we sing such beautiful songs. The creature that grabbed me was not concerned with my music though, for it had wrapped a tendril around my neck and squeezed.  My vision blurred around the edges, and that pressure only felt tighter, and tighter, and tighter... And then it wasn’t. Just wasn’t. I choked, heaving up my morning meal as my body tried to make itself lighter, tried to make it easier for me to run. I looked up through the tears and marveled at what I saw. The Perri’ka who had assaulted me was not alone, in a group of six they had gone to sabotage the engine, in a group of six, they died. Alex had come to save me. Humans are odd, for they don’t bond only with their own species, this much you know. What you do not know, is that this bond is stronger than we could imagine. Your mother, your father? They love you right? They’d die for you.  Humans can feel that love, for anyone, for anything.  And Alex? Alex felt it for me. I know that without a shadow of a doubt. I killed Alex, not by claw or tooth, not by poison or weapon. It was by being small, and weak that I killed Alex. Perri’ka... They aren’t like other species. They’re stronger, faster, angrier. They’re what a Deathworlder is meant to be, a creature spat out of hell for being too mean. I say this because I want it to be clear that when I say Alex killed six of them, it was not because humans are physically superior, no. Humans are crazier though. Alex tore out throats with their teeth, slammed balled up fists into the side of skulls, took out their utility knife and painted a nightmare across that hallway in shades of purple blood. If it had been five against one, I’d pick Alex to win every. single. time. But there were six. And Perri’ka are venomous.  The last bit Alex, and by the Source I hope it savored that small victory as our quartermaster gouged out it’s eyes. It held on, and Alex... Alex started to die.  They could feel it, I could see that much in their eyes. Alex’s knife was huge in my hands, but I took it up all the same and cut that thing off my friend.  My friend... Yes, I’d call them my friend, how could they be anything else? The Perri’ka, now without their soldiers, retreated from the fray and left us to repair the ship under the impression we were warriors. Alex survived another three hours, Perri’ka venom was supposed to kill within the minute but whoever made that rule didn’t know my Alex. They clutched my hand, until the very end. “I didn’t want to die here Amvi.” My friend had gasped, pain shooting through their spine. “Not on a ship, so far from solid ground.” “I’m sorry.” I had cried, hugging their arm to me. “I’m so sorry. You should have let them take me Alex!” A blow across my cheek. Shock had me reeling for a moment, until I turned to see Alex withdraw their hand in jagged movements as the strain of moving so fast took it’s toll. Their other hand still held my own.  “I would rather be here dying with you, than living with my friend stolen away.” The human had groaned, a guttural sound that sent a cold shiver up my back. “I did this for me, not you.”  “...okay.” I sniffled.  “Can y- GARHHH!” Alex convulsed as the toxin in their veins savaged the human’s organs. It took them a moment to recover. “Can you promise me something?”  “Anything.”  “Bury me somewhere no human has ever been.” Alex asked, locking eyes with me. “I at least want to manage that, to go where no one has gone before me.”  I nodded, not really caring if the Allied Systems would allow it. “I promise.”  “It’s sad, y’know?” Alex gave a ragged laugh. “We won’t find out if your people would come around to the idea of a human on their planet. I’d have liked to see the crystal beaches.” To laugh at something so tragic, humans make the mind twist so strangely.  “Do you want to hear it instead?” I had asked, the air heavy with the smell of their already decaying body. Alex, no longer able to talk, nodded softly.  And I sang the sun asleep. Humans can die, they’ll die for love, for the pack bond, for a friend, I know because I’ve killed one. Don’t make my mistakes. Alex rests now, on a crystal beach, on a world that humans may never set foot on, beneath a tomb with a simple inscription. “Here rests Alex, on a nice, pretty world, to grow old upon.”

#humans are space orcs #deathworlders #humans are space australians #humans are weird

[asian-hero]

hey its the prev anon (the tumblr eating asks one) yeah thats not mine, can i get a shiro x fem reader with prompt 67? Thank u !! Sorry if it seems like im pressuring u ^w^

this sounds more gender neutral i hope you don’t mind

#67: When One Stops The Kiss To Whisper “I’m Sorry, Are You Sure You-” And They Answer By Kissing Them More

send me a kiss prompt! (vld, tdp, ml, dbh (i’m begging you, send me connor kiss prompt pls))

Your friendship with Shiro was always sort of rocky. It wasn’t that you two hated each other, it was more of a double sided love-hate relationship. You were constantly angry and worried about all of the stunts that Shiro pulled and he was annoyed with how you were always watching him. Ever since you two were little, you’d always hurl insults at each other, trying to see who could say the most vile thing to the other. This occurred so often that your parents, teachers, and other classmates thought you actually hated each other. Of course, this wasn’t the case, and if either of you said something that crossed the line then you’d apologize, because deep down, really deep down, you cared for each other. 

That’s why you found yourself in the med bay of the Garrison, waiting right outside of the surgery room that currently held Shiro in it. He had been reckless. The Atlas was losing power and the paladins of Voltron were in a tight spot, not being able to fend off the Galra by themselves. So Shiro, ever the self-sacrificing hero, decided to take one of the MFE fighter pilots and rushed right into the fight. He managed to help take down two of the Galra’s ships, but he was shot down by the cruiser, crashing down right in front of the Garrison. 

You remember rushing alongside the medics to the emergency room. Seeing Shiro with blood pouring out of his head, bruises and burns littering his exposed skin, will forever haunt you. Seeing his face contort into one of pain while trying to talk, blood trickling out his mouth as well, is etched into your memory. The feeling of his blood seeping onto your skin and clothes, the warmth that it provided, had now been burned into your flesh, and you couldn’t wash the feeling away, no matter how hard you tried. You know that you’ll never forget when he looked at you, even though he’d been through hell and he was a certified mess, he smiled at you. A peaceful smile, full of warmth and love that, once he slipped into unconsciousness, still rested on his face. That one damn smile was the sole reason of the blood curdling scream that tore itself from your lips. 

Looking down at your arms, you took in a deep breath. Although you’d scrubbed away at the blood on your skin and burned the clothes tainted with his blood, you could still feel it linger. It felt like a constant reminder that you failed him somehow. No matter how much your brain tried to convince you that his injuries weren’t your fault, that you aren’t even a soldier, you couldn’t help but think that you could’ve prevented this. Maybe, if you had joined him in the fighter pilot division instead of the medic division when you were younger. If you had been trained to fight in this type of combat, then maybe this could’ve been you, and not him. 

The quiet “swish” of the door opening and closing caught your attention. Glancing up, you noticed one of the operating doctors standing next to you. Springing up to your feet, you looked at her curiously.

“How is he?” You croaked out, your voice damaged by your screams earlier in the day.

The doctor smiled at you, activating the door to open it. “He’s no longer in critical condition, but he’s still unconscious. You can see him, if you’d like.”

You nodded your head, not trusting your voice to speak any longer. Stepping inside of the room, you were quick to sit down in the seat next to Shiro. Seeing the rise and fall of his chest, a quiet snore coming from him, made you sigh in relief. Brushing his bangs away from his face, you smiled, gently caressing his face in the process. Looking over your shoulder, you smiled faintly at the doctor.

“Is it okay if I stay here?”

She smiled, nodding her head as she exited the room, leaving you to slowly fall into a light slumber. 

———

The sound of sheets rustling is what woke you up. Opening your eyes groggily, you noticed that Shiro’s eyes were finally open. Snapping up, you analyzed his face, making sure that he wasn’t in immense pain. He seemed to know what you were doing, as he turned his face away from you.

“Stop looking at me like that. I’m fine,”

You huffed out in annoyance. “You know, for once in your life can you just shut up and let me worry about you?”

When he didn’t respond, you sighed. Grabbing his face gently, you forced him to look at you. Leaning in, you examined his face once more, making sure that there were no cuts or bruises in more important places. After a few seconds had passed, you slumped back in your chair, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. 

“Do you know how stupid you are?”

Shiro blinked, clearly not expecting that from you. “Wow, I just woke up less than five minutes ago and that’s what you want to say to me?”

You crossed your arms, sending a harsh glare at him. “Look at yourself! Do you have any idea how worried we were?”

Shiro sat up slightly, wincing at the pain that shot up his side. “I did what was necessary for the team’s success,”

You could practically feel the steam rolling off of you because you were so angry. Your hands balled into fists, your blunt nails indenting the skin of your palms.

“What if you died? You do know that you’re not immortal, right? I don’t care if you thought that you were ‘helping’ the team, your life is just as important as their’s!”

“They’re our only chance to defeat the Galra! I’m not going to sit by and do nothing if I can help!” Shiro yelled, not looking at you.

You felt your tears streaming down your face freely now. “There are other ways you can help! You don’t have to continuously put yourself in harms way!”

You couldn’t help the sob that ripped through you. All you could think about was how lifeless Shiro looked, how terrified you were when you tried to help him up on the stretcher. Taking a deep breath, you tried to calm down your sobs as you spoke:

“Did you even think about the consequences that would happen if you did die? What would the Garrison do? What would the paladins do?” You took a second as hiccups began to arise, “What would I do?”

Shiro snapped his head towards you, his eyes softening at the sight. He scooted over on the hospital bed, patting a spot for you to sit. You obliged, slowly moving over towards him, rubbing at your eyes in the process.

He gently took your hands away from your eyes, resting his forehead on yours. You looked at him, your face heating when you realized how close he was. 

“I’m sorry for making you worry,” He whispered, not wanting to break the peace you two had.

You smiled, shaking you head slightly, causing your foreheads to bump. “I know you are. I also know that after this you’ll still put yourself in danger, so, just, please be careful. For me.”

He stroked your cheek, silently making a promise to you. Leaning in ever so slightly, Shiro slowly moved until his lips were on top of yours. 

His lips were rough and chapped, partially due to the cold hospital air. You gripped his shoulders, making sure to not damage him even more so. Carefully, he wrapped his arms around your waist, hoisting you up onto his lap, deepening the kiss. You sucked his bottom lip into your mouth and he groaned, before pulling away slightly, looking at you with concern.

“I’m sorry, are you sure you—“

Instead of answering him in words, you pressed your lips back on his, your nose bumping into his cheek slightly. His hands were immediately on you again, gripping your waist tighter. His tongue pressed against your lips, silently begging for entry. You allowed him to, tasting your shared breath. 

You absolutely could’ve done this for an eternity, if it weren’t for the “swish” of the door and a round of horrified gasps. Jumping off of Shiro, you turned around, groaning when you saw who were the intruders.

Standing in the doorway were the paladins, with Lance and Hunk staring at the two of you in shock, Allura covering her and Pidge’s eyes, and Keith, leaning against the door with a bored look on his face. Shiro cupped the back of your head, hiding you in his chest. He narrowed his eyes at them.

“Haven’t you heard of knocking?”

“Haven’t you heard of bed rest?” Keith countered, a smirk on his face.

You groaned, pushing yourself further into Shiro’s chest. He laughed at your antics, pressing his lips to your hairline. Looking up at him, you smiled.

You were thankful for him being alive.

#takashi shirogane #takashi shirogane x reader #shiro x reader #vld shiro #voltron #vld #voltron x reader #voltron imagines

[faunusrights]

OFFAL HUNT REMASTER LIVEBLOG // CHAPTER 8? IS IT 8 ALREAD- YEAH IT IS.

oh god its been 8 weeks already i dont like that these chapters reveal how much time im WASTING but c’est la vie as always lets put these assholes on blast:

moving SWIFTLY on!!!!!!!!!!!!

(also what do you mean ‘it’s the meat chapter’. wh. what meat. hello.)

She slumped back against uncomfortably warm stone, trying to tuck her feet back into the shade.

it’s a known fact that glynda is all Long all Angles and also a lot of Beef,

this is? the date, right? the date chapter? yes? all the chapters have been shuffled around i have NO sense of where i am because all thats happened for 7 chapters is ive been assaulted by lesbians but given the distant chanting of meat meat meat this must be the date.... right.........................................

OH THAT MEANS WE GET TO SEE CINDER’S DRESS NICE

Cinder’s smile flashed through Glynda’s mind, and she shifted against the stone wall, reaching for her Scroll.

my favourite thing is how whenever cinder and glynda think of each other its never not got crazy gay energy............. this is LITERALLY like the whole ‘i sleep next to a photo of my enemy’ deal!!!!!!!!!!! they’re both just attracted to dangerous (and also stupid) people, is the thing,

The Grimm swarmed, biting insects with snapping mandibles, their chitinous exoskeletons all scraping against one another with their constant, eager writhings.

YES thats some GOOD IMAGERY RIGHT THERE IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF UH-HUH

honestly i- OKAY LOOK I SAID IT BEFORE BUT I STAND BY HOW OFFAL HUNT IS SO VISCERAL... i love writing thats like............ kinda Uncomfy to imagine but also rly detailed and just rly digs into the gore and the grossness............ its GOOD CONTENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! thank god offal hunt just whaps u in the face w/ it like a damp sock,

we’re got a bit of slow start here which is a nice way to  slice the difference between earlier ‘gotta go fast’ glyn and this ‘actually i’m way out of my depth’ glyn. wow! i can BREATHE. and we havent had anything massively cheeky pop up yet which may be a new record all round

The ripples of its being reached Glynda with ease, consuming those of the smaller Grimm. It was dangerous. More dangerous by far, even out here among these ancient beasts.

mmmmmmmmmmm this is- okay slight spoilers but i presume this is hati? aka he who had like a handful of lines in the first version and was generally just... look hati was winner of The Most Vague award in the first version so i’m hoping its hati because i am CURIOUS ABT THIS BOY.................. who i coincidentally love. who is he? we’re not sure (yet) but i love him. its just a fact!

It wasn’t just consumption. It was desecration. Vile unmaking. The Grimm stripped away her flesh. Tasted of her marrow. Gorged itself on the gristle between her bones and peeled back her ribs to reveal the chasm within. It sucked the soul from her chest in a wash of red and agony that spanned centuries, each running over the raw meat of her like long, black claws—

I JUST LOVE THE WAY THIS SHIT GETS DESCRIBED ITS SO SATISFYING also i feel like there should be a tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiny fingerguns in here t e c h n i c a l l y but im not gonna cause its vague enough i can kiiiiiiiiiiiiiinda move on kinda slightly maybe

It felt like death itself had caught her in its massive maw, chilling her organs, reaching for the soul at the core of her.

OKAY FINE 👈😡👈

OKAY FINE YEAH THE REST OF THIS IS ALL CHEEKY FINGERGUNS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! that said this is all RLY VITAL STORYTELLING and im rly glad we’ve got some expanded Glynda Lore because it was Lacking in the archived version... but now we’re full on until glynda backstory babey!!!!!!!! yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fear itself couldn’t touch her, and even as she thought this, she felt it drain away.

Her breathing slowed. Her body relaxed. Information trickled in, unburdened by emotion.

👈👈👈😡👈👈👈

glynda rly DOES only have half a braincell Huh

OKAY DATE TIME? DATE TIME? YES? MAYBE?????????????? god ive been looking forward to this stupid gay date for so long. EIGHT WEEKS. EIGHT.

A pause. “Are you familiar with the Hill of Roses Massacre?”

ah the return of the Plot (that Isnt The Gay Bit)

i was gonna Say A Thing, and then answered my own question, and then realised it’d be spoilers anyway. YAY SPOILERS! YAY NOT BEING ABLE 2 SAY ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so yeah theres a lot going on here dsdjhgf

“Well, it was your class, so.” She couldn’t help but smile at the memory.

/ticks off ‘anything to do w/ ozpin’ off the bingo card, again,

“I’m afraid it’s a bit more complicated than that, Glynda. With this meeting on the horizon… I fear I would cloud your judgement.”

oz i love u and yr cryptic bullshit but this will not the first Nor The Last Time glynda and i are both exasperated w/ u. please. blease.

Ozpin had never misled her before.

👈😂👈

“I’m only following orders.” Written with the same implication as a wink. “Now, is there anything else I can help you with, Professor?”

i fucking adore winter schnee i’d DIE for her

i may have to make a spoiler version of this later because theres Some Shit being said here and i DIRELY have to expand upon it but that will have 2 wait dskfjsdf

When they saw she was human, they waved her through without any trouble.

i still feel like im being targeted for my url!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U ASSHOLES,

As much as she could, Glynda tried to avoid the constant bump of shoulders and too-tight quarters. As large as she was, it was nearly impossible,

what did i say!!!!!!!!!!!!! we LOVE one beefy bitch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(im literally getting SO excited for the date reveal im VIBRATING)

She still didn’t have much of an idea what waited within, but she had quite a few reservations about using the front door.

me: knows whats coming also me: glynda please

As a Huntress who’d been trained in both subtlety and stealth, Glynda had a few ideas.

The next person who stepped outside was thrown roughly aside,

ME: GLYNDA PLEASE,

you have no idea how often im just. i have my face in my hands. glynda’s never heard of a repercussion in her life. cinder once saw the word ‘consequences’ and broke out into hives. im. where’s the thinking-

And then she noticed Cinder.

here comes the peak gay im so ready HERE IT COMES-

Her hair was tossed over one shoulder as always, but in place of her usual crimson dress, she wore black tonight. Dark fabric with but a hint of iridescent specks rippled around her ankles, rising up to stretch tight across her hips. It rose all the way to the hollow of her throat and was cut to be sleeveless, though Cinder wore gloves of the same material that rose nearly to her shoulders.

HERE IT IS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh my god u may know i drew a shitpost of this scene and now i Have to redraw it to be even Sexier!!!!!!!!!! also i know glynda could argue she’s being Observant but i also think, she’s a home of saxophone, and is gay,

LIKE ‘stretch tight across her hips’ WHY YA L O O K I N

Glass heels clicked over the dark stone floor as Cinder stopped right in front of Glynda, looking up at her from beneath lofty bangs. Gold eyes swept from the crown of Glynda’s head to the crop gripped so tightly in her hand—and then Cinder smiled.

there is No heterosexual explanation for this

Cinder clicked her tongue. “Well, now that you’re here, shall we?”

“Shall we…?”

“Glynda,” she chided, rolling her eyes. “Dinner, of course.”

IM LOSING MY MIND AAAAAAAAAAAAA THEY’RE LESBIANS HAROLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAROLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

okay. okay. this still isnt QUITE THE DATE CHAPTER BUT WE’RE RLY IN IT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! im so scared that a whole chap has been saved for this meal because its going to be so long and charged w/ lesbian energy and its gonna kill me BUT OH WELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! anyway i loved it. the end.

#rwby #offal hunt #liveblog

[freakin-edikan]

More Unpopular Smash Onions

I have a lot of Smash Onions and here are most of them in one post. Be warned it’s long and stupid

Bayonetta Should Not Have Been in Smash Ever

The whole point of Bayonetta is that she whips out these crazy combos and super strong witch tricks to defeat her opponents. The only problem is...barely anyone else can do that because they’re not supposed to because it’s Smash Bros and not Street Fighter. There was no way to nerf Bayonetta without ruining her, and there was no way to keep the Bayonetta feel and style without her dominating the game.

Cloud Should Not Have Been in Smash Ever

He was too fast, he was too strong, he had a projectile. Sakurai specifically said he knew Ike had exactly these stats when Ike was added to Brawl in 2008. He intentionally left them out so as to not let Ike become too strong. But years later, Cloud strutted into Super Smash Bros. for Wii U/3DS with these same attributes anyway. He’s a lot more tame now, but how many Peaches had to die?

The Zelda Characters Got the Short End of the Stick

A game with 30 years of history does not deserve to be represented by three Links, two Zeldas, and one Ganondorf. It’s clear that the development team was banking on the games sticking to its Ocarina formula, which is why they tried so hard to keep all the designs from one game and didn’t introduce anyone who wasn’t a Triforce bearer. By the time they finally stumbled on the idea of giving characters designs from different games, they had run out of space for any newcomers specific to particular games in the series, and the potential for new characters had run out.

I’m aware that Zelda isn’t as popular in Japan as it is in the United States; however, seeing how big Super Smash Bros. and its audience is, I think its representation could be a little better than that.

Zelda Got the Short End of the Stick

You mean to tell me it took 17 years for someone to look at that trainwreck of a moveset and finally do something about it? Y’all ugly.

There Doesn’t Need to be 15,897 Marths

If the devs over at Sora Ltd. played their cards right, our Fire Emblem lineup could have consisted of a balance of characters and assist trophies that could show off the most prominent aspects of the series. My idea is this:

Characters

Marth

Ike

Lyn

Robin

Assist Trophies

A Manakete (from any game)

A Pegasus Knight + Triangle Attack (any game but preferably the ones who made it famous—so Palla, Catria, and Est.)

A main villain (person, any game)

A main villain (monster, any game)

Ephraim?

Micaiah.

...and some cute lil spirits/stickers/trophies with some lore or references or something. If you ask me, we got the characters we got because of poor planning. I might not know the ins and outs of the process, but that’s what it looks like to me.

I Am Singling Out Corrin Specifically

This pick feels like an impulse because of the fact that FE14 was new, but besides that, I (a salty Peach main and Bandana Dee fan) first thought the character was busted. Never before had we a character with such ridiculous range—I thought Shulk’s energy sword Sunday was pushing it. It looks like Corrin set a precedent, though, because tall, adult characters who can reach across the entire stage seem to be the norm nowadays.

The Mario Characters are Out of Character

I think it’s telling when you can’t convey the character of Mario properly. Mario in Smash rather quickly moved away from his friendly everyman balancedness to a very aggressive, very angery Man who apparently just beats the living daylights out of people as the Smash Ultimate music blares in the background. Mario in his games is so much more friendly, eccentric, comical, fun. Smash Mario is way too serious; he doesn’t even smile in his renders anymore. I know, it’s a fighting game; you have to be serious to some extent. I just find this a little odd considering, um...

Peach was pretty similar when she first came to Melee. But when Brawl came around, her headbutt was replaced with hearts, her explosions with hearts, her diplomatic walk with a ditzy skip—it’s all incredibly suspicious. I talked about this before, but I think Smash makes Peach look dumb. I feel like it tries too hard to appeal to the girl who couldn’t pick any of the boy characters because they were icky so she picked the prettiest, girliest girl and that’s Peach. Her character feels like it’s making a mockery of her. (I mean, who remembers the tea time? I remember the tea time.) Nearly all of the nuance in Peach’s character is gone; I like the Toads and it feels like she’s commanding an army, but she herself with the rainbows and the hearts...I don’t know. It makes me. Uncomfortable. Peach has displayed far more competence before; she’s a very intelligent individual, but in Smash it’s not showing.

If I thought Peach was bad, imagine how I feel about Daisy! They barely changed a couple of animations and visuals but no attributes. It feels cheap and lazy and even though she’s an echo fighter, other “clones” had at least a little more thought put into them. And no “Hi, I’m Daisy”??? Preposterous. I think it goes to show that you really can’t make a clone of Peach because her moveset is too unique, and tinkering with it makes it fall apart. I think this was a bad call.

Bowser Jr. seems fine. He’s just a kid with some toys and it shows. Bowser...can at least walk straight, nowadays. But...

Luigi Baby I’m So Sorry That a Ugly Ass Bitch Would Even Do That

So when Smash 64 came out in 1999, Luigi had had his own voice for 3 years. Smash had decided to take Mario’s voice clips and pitch them up instead. This didn’t change until Brawl.

Luigi is Mario’s taller, slippery-er, eccentric younger brother, and Smash played the eccentric up to 11. (I mean, who remembers the Negative Zone? I remember the Negative Zone.) The hip bumps? And the weird dances? And the being able to fall over and be so round that he can just roll back up? I’ve never seen him do that anywhere but Smash. I don’t know who that is with the green hat in Smash. But it’s not Luigi.

The great thing is that he plays like Luigi! But he sure doesn’t act like it. And neither does Mario. And Mario and Luigi don’t play off each other at all, either. They’re so awkward to put together in this game; it’s like an attack on the sibling family unit.

We Don’t Stan Rosalina

We don’t stan her

“We Made Up Lore About EarthBound Hoping No One Would Notice Also We Really Like Pollyanna and the First Eight Melodies and We Exclusively Reference Mother 1 But We Still Won’t Put Ninten in This Game”

Ness is supposed to have defensive and support PSI because he has the highest physical offensive stats—and the lowest IQ—in EarthBound. He can’t use PK Starstorm, or PK Fire, or PK Thunder. He can use PSI Shield and Brainshock and Paralysis and um, PSI Rockin, and though I don’t mind using Ness and Lucas as they are now, I still can’t help but notice how inaccuracy-laden all the EarthBound references were, and that a moveset focused around trapping an opponent to go in for the beat down intrigues me.

Listen, no one else in this game has made-up lore about how their friends taught them certain moves after the end of their game, and how they channeled their big finisher into smaller bursts of energy while taking on the friend’s (much weaker!) signature move as their Final Smash. You could probably explain the magic Zelda uses as they come in crystals anyone could theoretically use, but the framing that they use for Ness and Lucas? It’s pretty silly.

Okay, about Ninten...he doesn’t have to be in Smash. But what’s the point of saying “Mother (Series)” and then making this weird conglomerate of ideas that doesn’t actually get the point across? All three games communicate very different ideas, but hardly any of what’s in Smash portrays any of it very well.

Where’s Bandana Dee

Where is he

Realistic Guns

Joker is about to enter this game with a literal fucking glock and I’m not okay

Final Smashes is the Same

It’s either a Mega Laser, a Giant Stage Hazard, a I’m Gonna Just Ram Into You Like Nobody’s Business, or a Barage of Attacks With One Final Hit. For all the crap I give Peach’s Final Smash, at least it’s different. Oh, there’s a new kind now: the We Stole Snake’s After We Thought He Was Never Coming Back And Oh God He’s Here. Oh No He’s Back. He’s Angry Oh N-

Kirby and Jigglypuff

They haven’t been great for years! I want them back to being good again.

Okay so Jigglypuff was OD’ing in Melee. But insta-death shield break just doesn’t tell me you care about them!

Speaking of Caring About Kirby

I see y’all only putting Kirby’s Adventure and Kirby Super Star content in your game. Look, whoever made Kirby 64 and friends disappeared the same year Sakurai left HAL Laboratory. The new Kirby games acknowledge all of Kirby’s history, and they take many cues from Smash. Smash is a big game, but the least it could do was reciprocate some of that.

The Music Selection is Underwhelming Me So Far

And it’s not the sheer number; I think that’s incredible. My problem is many of the songs are remixes with multiple versions. There are multiple versions of Light Plane from Pilotwings, multiple versions of Magicant, multiple Ballads of the Goddess, a billion Mario Main Themes. There are so many different musicians arranging for these games; are they all sitting there thinking “I’ll do you one better!!” making the same songs again? Some series have one song being remixed over and over while the rest of the soundtrack is just ripped from the original and chucked into the game. Other songs are just weak, which I expect, but they’re just so...mild.

The original music in Smash Ultimate I think is also pretty weak. It’s the same problem Brawl ran into and the only difference is the Ultimate themes are better orchestrated. The arrangement became stale to me and I think it’s because the game is so big that it couldn’t tie itself together as neatly as Smash 64 could (although only one, maybe two people worked on Smash 64’s music).

Stage Hazards

I don’t remember if it’s possible to turn them off but I am tired of the goddamn Flying Man.

So I think that’s about it. Thanks for reading and on the off chance that someone responds to it, you don’t have to go through the entire thing just to pick it apart bit by bit, I don’t want anyone to have to slog through that unless they want to, I guess. Happy New Year!

#smash ultimate #thinking about video games

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rey: rey will be like 'ah..... so UR the one my best friend is fucking but like not right'

steve: or peggy

rey: rey will be like 'wait is that a mirror nope ur a different person ok hi'

steve: u know vision could pick up the mjolnir so why cant rey

steve: she got the force

rey: REY SHOULD DO IT WITH EASE AND STEEB AND TORE WOULD JUS T BE THERE LIKE '........wut'

rey: and then shes like 'hAH tricks on u ive got the force, bitches'

steve: can rey and ben join the avengers thx

rey: rey would ruin all the undercover stuff

steve: GUYS http://www.cinemablend.com/new/An-Avenge...

rey: she cant work the sweatshirt, sunglasses, and hat

rey: bYE

thor: the instant steve announced the challenge, thor tore his way through the ballpit and lunged after him, mere seconds behind. the very first tunnel proved to be a challenge in and of itself, however. huffing out a frustrated breath, thor awkwardly half-shimmied, half-crawled through. "these tunnels weren't made for asgardians, that much is clear." by the time he finally made it through the other side of his fifth tunnel, his chest was heaving with exertion and the sides of his arms were bright red from squeezing through the tunnel walls. "i surrender," he called out grudgingly. without warning, he collapsed onto his back in the middle of the tunnel, thankful that this one was at least made up of some type of rope rather than the hard plastic of the others.

thor: rip thor

thor: CROSSO VE R OH MY GKSL

steve: rey drag him with ur jakku junk dragger™

thor: LOL nah she can just climb over his corpse it's ok

steve: I WAS TRYING TO FIND A PIC OF THE JUNK DRAGGER AND I FOUND THIS http://media1.popsugar-assets.com/files/...

rey: rey immediately got into competitive mode as soon as steve brought up the challenge. within moments, she was crawling through the holes and squeezing past crevices with ease. scavenging in small areas helped with that, along with her tiny body. unfortunately, an irregular diet helped with /that/. but finally she slipped through the last tunnel and came out victoriously, holding her arms up. "i win!" she grinned happily. then she laughed as she saw that thor was stuck, and moved quickly to him, placing her hands on her hips. "maybe if you weren't so strong, this wouldn't be happening," she teased.

steve: LIKE OMF

rey: no shell just go cuddle him

steve: IT LOOKS SO REAL

rey: WTF I THOUGHT THAT WAS REAL AT FIRST

thor: OH DANG WTF

thor: IT DOES LOOK REAL

steve: steve took a seat in the cube area that connected two tunnels, letting rey pass him up. even for a super soldier it was really hard. he got a glimpse of thor laying in the center of a rope tunnel. as soon as rey announced her victory, steve found a slide by the next tunnel up. he even slid down it defeatedly. "i'm too old for this." the avenger mumbled as he got to the bottom of the slide, which ended a few feet from rey. if laser tag included narrow passages, then he would be on his way to the area where the parents sat earlier.

steve: cap is #done

steve: i love how thor and steve can beat the fuck out of huge robots and space dragons but fail at playgrounds

rey: LOL I LOVE THEM

rey: ok i think kayla passed out and im about to too rip

rey: well def continue tomorrow tho omg

steve: same

steve: night!!

rey: night fam

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steve: im lowkey here

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rey: I'm low key here now omg

rey: i should be around for a little while

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steve: hello!!

rey: HELLO

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rey: HI

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thor: I PASSED OUT LAST NIGHT RIP ME

thor: thankfully, thor recovered swiftly. he had no intention of navigating his way through the godforsaken tunnels to get out, however. "my strength is not the problem," he informed rey, eyes glinting as he realized exactly how he could escape this monstrosity. rolling over onto his stomach, he grabbed hold of the ropes directly below him and forcefully pulled them apart. they surrendered easily to his strength, the tunnel giving out underneath him in a matter of seconds. landing in a crouch, he shot rey a grin. "see? these fragile midgardian materials cannot hold the mighty thor."

thor: thor has no chill tbh

steve: im dying

thor: don't die omg what will america do without u???

thor: RAI WHERE R U

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rey: IM SO SORRY I WAS AT A GAME RIP

rey: IM MOBILE FOR A BIT

thor: IT'S OK OMG DID U HAVE FUN

rey: YAS SO MUCH

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thor: WAIT WHAT KIND OF GAME WAS IT

rey rey giggled in admiration as she watched thor literally rip the ropes apart, and land in a crouching position. then she met up with steve and shook her head. "no..." she complained dejectedly, reaching her hands out to him. "we-we still have the trampolines. and-and laser tag!" she grinned, hoping to get his spirits up.

rey: I MANAGE FOR BOYS VOLLEYBALL AT MY SCHOOL

thor: OMG REALLY?? THATS SO COOL

rey: YA ITS FUN

thor: i suggest a rey/thor laser tag team-up against steve

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rey: YES PLS

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rey: iM HERE ON A COMPUTER BLESS UP

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thor: NICE 2 bad steeb's missing :////

rey: fml ik

rey: i messaged mia tho

thor: gosh does she have a life or something?? RUDE

rey: yA WTF IS UP WITH THAT

rey: IM GETTING TO THE MEME U SENT ME NOW RIP

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thor: OMG OK BUT DONT KILL ME WITH CUTENESS AGAIN THANKS

rey: NO PROMISES THO

thor: OH GR8

rey: brb dinner ayy

steve: HEY BITCHES

thor: aYYYYY IT'S STEEB THE DWEEB

steve: steve hoisted himself up from the slide, joining rey and a crouching thor. he had no idea what a laser tag was or why they'd let children play it, but he proceeded to agree anyway. the laser tag facility was unlike anything he had ever seen. the room was pitch black, aside from the various neon obstacles and graffiti on the walls. there were staircases leading to ramps above the floor. there were guns, presumably 'lasers', lining the wall next to the entrance. steve grabbed a laser, before tossing two to rey and thor.

steve

http://youtube.com/watch?v=8pmB7nlC9mI

i watched this shit

thor: omfg i admire ur devotion sm

thor: thor caught the weapon effortlessly, though he held it slightly away from himself in wary consideration. it appeared to be of the same style as most other midgardian weapons, yet they were used for games? reminding himself that steve was the one handing them over – so it couldn't be /that/ harmful – he wrapped his hands more securely around the gun in preparation for battle. leaning close to rey, he murmured, "join forces with me?"

thor: rip steve

steve: https://49.media.tumblr.com/e0a9dce6eefe...

thor: LMFAO

thor: get out ben, this ain't ur battle

steve: if ben found out this was happening he would be like http://66.media.tumblr.com/a95daaf244c20...

thor: LOL BEN OMG CALM DOWN

rey: IM HERE

rey: IM H ER EE

rey: FCK

thor: FIN ALLY

rey: HUSH

thor: NO

steve: HI

rey rey followed steve up the stairs, making sure thor was there behind her, then giggled excitedly at the pitch black play area. she carefully caught the laser gun he tossed her, grunting slightly at the force, then looked up as thor leaned down beside her. she giggled silently, hand going over her mouth, and nodded her head swiftly. "let's do it," she whispered back, then winked and moved to steve. "okay, let's spread out first. i'll start our guns with the panel on the wall. then we go. agreed?"

rey: HI BABE

steve: steve caught a glimpse of the two whispering out of the corner of his eye. he was too busy trying to scope out the area to realize what was going on. "okay." cap spoke as he zeroed in on the perfect spot. as soon as their guns were activated, the avenger was bolting up the stairs to the first hanger. the ramp was dark so soon enough he lost sight of the two. he kept his gun on the rail in true assassin fashion, ready to shoot at the friends.

steve: steve learned his moves from bucky ))

steve: wtF IS THAT THING

rey: thE EMOJI OMF

rey:

thor: tHE EMOJIS LMAO

steve: steve, finding out his friends are t8rs:

steve: tr8s***

rey: t8r tots

thor: "agreed." thor slid his finger over the trigger, readying himself. it didn't surprise him when steve was the first to take off as soon as rey gave the signal. considering his history as a soldier, thor had opted to take on an ally against him for that very reason. with one last nod at rey, he began navigating his way after steve as quietly as a man of his build could manage. it was much too dark, however, and thor soon found himself using one of the several odd glowing pillars for cover as his gaze scanned the area for signs of movement.

thor: T8R TOTS

thor: delish

rey "okay, ready? go!" rey shouted to them once they were all dispersed, using the force to start up the panel that gave their guns power. she began running along, mainly for cover at first, and ducked expertly behind walls using her stealthy silence. soon, she saw steve on the second floor and grinned to herself, running up the back stairs. she stayed ducked behind a wall, but stuck her gun out just enough to zero in on her target, and shoot rapidly at him, the sound effects going off.

rey: LOL

thor: GET HIM REY GET HIM

rey: if ben and rey ever played laser tag, shed get v emotional bc she tried to go after him with a gun on takodana rip

thor: sudden feels

steve: steve caught a glimpse of someone shuffling behind a pillar below. his finger snuck down to the trigger, slowly but surely ready to shoot the target. alas, his grand moment was ruined when laser beams sounded off behind him. he expected thor to be the one behind the shots, but he was faced with rey crouching behind a wall below. "rey, you traitor!" the super soldier exclaimed, surprisingly offended by her actions. he took off down the stairs determined to take her down.

rey: feel trip

steve: pft ben wouldn't go into the laser tag room, the darkness is too ~tempting~

rey: 'Does Rey call you Daddy ' riP

rey: the darkness works with his aesthetic tho

steve: wtF

rey: YEP U GOT US SHE SO DOES

steve: i don gettit

thor: the commotion from nearby, quickly followed by steve's shout, brought a grin to thor's face. remaining in place, he cocked his head and listened closely for the careless series of telltale stomps down the stairs as steve searched for his victim. alas, thor fully intended to protect his ally. as soon as he heard the other man moving passed his pillar, thor lunged out from behind it, sound effects deafening the quiet as he unloaded a series of shots directly at steve. "hide, rey!"

thor: oMG i saw that ask & i screamed

rey rey couldn't stop laughing as she ran as fast as she could away from steve, tripping over her own feet every now and then, though she allowed herself a break as she heard thor's gun go off, meaning he found steve. now was her chance. she ran up the stairs steve had been on earlier and crouched behind a wall again, then fired her gun... at thor. she fired shot after shot, right when he least expected it, then turned her gun on steve as well, continuing to laugh as she nailed them both. "sorry, i had to trick ya!"

steve: the confusion on his face was absolutely priceless as rey shot at them both. he was unbelievably aggrieved that the two had teamed up against him, but then this? steve didn't spare the laughing girl a look before lifting his laser and shooting it at her. "number one rule of war, skywalker: never get distracted on the battlefield."

steve

http://youtube.com/watch?v=-i99TPwXSoM

steve rn

rey: HAHAHAHAHAH

rey: OMFG

thor: his own ally had turned on him. when steve turned his own weapon on her in return, thor used it as cover, swiftly moving to circle around rey. it would have been a prime opportunity to shoot her again, but she deserved far worse than that. throwing an arm around her waist, he lifted her off her feet and draped her over his shoulder. "no more fun," he announced in a cheerful tone as he casually made his way back to the captain. "rogers, how do you punish traitors on this planet?"

rey "hey!" rey gasped as steve shot her, moving to run away again, then shrieked and laughed hard as thor picked her up and laid her across his shoulder, kicking her feet playfully. her gun slipped out of her hands in the midst of all the fighting, and she was laughing even harder as they approached steve, crossing her arms stubbornly. "not fair!"

rey: i shouldve had her say 'spank me, daddy'

steve: NO

thor: oMF G

rey: o ya

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thor: http://images.idakoos.com/B0220000BL0000...

rey: oh my og od

rey: oh my og od

steve: "well, it usually goes something like.." steve pretended to stroke his chin in thought, before deciding on a torture method. "tickling. lots of it. it worked on the nazis every time." the captain joked lightly, letting his gun clatter to the floor beside him. "tickling on a trampoline seems pretty brutal to me."

steve: pcE

steve: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236...

rey: nO RAI IS SO TICKLISH SHE WILL START CRYING

rey: stop

rey: SOTP*

steve: can u imagine derek walking in one two burly blonde dudes tickling tf out of his gf

rey: ON A TRAMPOLINE

steve: can u imagine thor and cap on a trampoline like girl

rey: yum

rey: ive gotta go yeet to the shower after i do this next reply

thor: "tickling it is." tossing his weapon onto the floor as well, thor then turned on his heel and began making his way for wherever the 'trampolines' were. eventually, he managed to find them – and stepped onto the closest one without even hesitating. instantly the unstable, bouncy terrain threw him off-balance, and his grasp on rey loosened as he fell onto his back. as soon as his head stopped spinning, he spoke dryly, "/this/ is supposed to be fun?"

thor: prepare 4 me 2 randomly pass out again as soon as u shower xoxo

rey: omg ill try 2 hurry rip

rey "no, no, no!" rey protested and shook her head swiftly, knowing how ticklish she was, and laughed again as thor carried her to the trampolines, though she gasped as well as he fell, allowing her to break free from his hold. "yeah, it's so much fun! look!" she giggled and began jumping up and down, reaching her hands out to steve.

thor: if u guys would just move to the superior east coast this wouldn't be a probLEM

rey: OK BRB

steve: ive never been to the east coast i am down

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rey: I AM BACK

rey: WAS THAT FAST ENOUGH

rey: OR NO

rey: WHERE DID U ALL GO

rey: WHAT

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steve: im heeree

rey: friEND

rey: I LEFT FOR LIKE 10 MINUTES DID THIS PLACE DIE OR SMTH

steve: steve's left angle gave out beneath him on the canvas of the trampoline. he stumbled a bit before finding his footing. as soon as rey approached him, he reached his hands out to attack her ribs. he began to tickle her, seizing her jumping movements

steve: idK YOU LEFT AND THEN KAYLA LEFT SO I WAS LIKE OK PCE

rey: i tolD U WEHRE I WAS GO ING

steve: MAYBE SHE FELL ASLEEP IDK

rey: GDI

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thor: I FELL ASLEEP AGAIN IM S ORRY

rey: LAAAAME

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rey: ayyyy

thor: ayyy hello ur fav sleepaholic is here

rey: LOL

thor: upon carefully finding his footing (which proved immensely more difficult when rey was bouncing all over the place) thor stepped over to join the pair engaged in a one-sided tickle fight. bending his knees a couple of times in a test bounce, he glanced down at rey with undeniable smugness. "i would help you, but this is your rightful fate after betraying me." and if asgardians were good at anything, it was holding grudges.

thor: i love how we're all rarely on at the same time lmao

rey: thats so tru

thor: REY MEETING LOKI THO

rey "no!" rey shrieked as steve began tickling her, causing her to completely lose her footing. his hands were the only things holding her up now, and she was laughing so hard it was almost silent. and thor wasn't helping. time to pull the guilt card. "ow, steve. /ow/," she winced, hand going to her ribs, where he had bruised her from hugging her too hard. "it hurts, stop..."

rey: rey u bitch

rey: I K NOW

rey: WE PLOTTED SOME THINGS MWAHAHAH

thor: YOU WHAT OMG IM AFRAID

rey: BE AFRAID

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steve: steve withdrawled his hands with a mortified look on his face. how could he forget? that bruise was bound to be there, and worse than it was before. "i'm so sorry," the avenger gushed. his apology was a little humorous due to the way he swayed back and forth on the trampoline.

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thor: hOW DO WE ALWAYS MISS EACH OTHER WTF

thor: thor's earlier amusement quickly turned into a whirlwind of confusion and concern. while steve withdrew, the asgardian lowered himself to a crouch beside rey, his hand tentatively enveloping her shoulder. "what happened?" his eyes scanned the girl for injuries before snapping to his fellow avenger accusingly. "did his tickles harm you?"

steve: im here

thor: SUP

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rey: IM SRY

rey rey bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. the bruise was already almost gone, and she wasn't hurt at all. she just liked to mess with her boys. as thor asked his question, the smile finally spread across her cheeks as she shook her head, easily rising to her feet and bouncing up and down a bit. "actually, i'm feeling a lot better," she giggled and winked before bouncing away as she laughed even harder, knowing they'd want to get their revenge. "gotcha!"

thor: thor picked himself up off the ground, reaching up and patting the back of his head in the process. the bun still held. huh. it really did hold better thanks to rey's superior method. "if anyone attempts to arrest us, i'll stop them," he replied with confidence. narrowing his eyes in rey's direction, he added, "besides, i don't wish to ever come back here again. it will only remind me of betrayal."

rey at the mention of getting arrested again, rey's smile immediately disappeared as she stopped her bouncing, fidgeting with her fingers nervously. she felt slightly more relieved at thor's promise of keeping them out of jail, nodding her head. then she moved to thor and couldn't help but wrap her arms around him, still overall grateful that he would even think about stopping people from arresting them. she couldn't do that again. "thank you..." she whispered, then reached a hand out to steve.

thor: thor picked himself up off the ground, reaching up and patting the back of his head in the process. the bun still held. huh. it really did hold better thanks to rey's superior method. "if anyone attempts to arrest us, i'll stop them," he replied with confidence. narrowing his eyes in rey's direction, he added, "besides, i don't wish to ever come back here again. it will only remind me of betrayal."

rey at the mention of getting arrested again, rey's smile immediately disappeared as she stopped her bouncing, fidgeting with her fingers nervously. she felt slightly more relieved at thor's promise of keeping them out of jail, nodding her head. then she moved to thor and couldn't help but wrap her arms around him, still overall grateful that he would even think about stopping people from arresting them. she couldn't do that again. "thank you..." she whispered, then reached a hand out to steve.

steve: "don't worry about getting arrested." the captain shot a smile to rey. "rey has the force. she can get us out of everything." he spoke highly of the girl, grasping her palm in his.

thor: though thor was supposed to be annoyed with her, he couldn't help but soften as her small arms wrapped around him. he enveloped her in one of his own in return, rubbing one of her shoulders. "the force?" he repeated, brows furrowing. "she is tiny. what force could she have?"

rey "...if snoke doesn't get in my way..." rey replied quietly in a pessimistic manner, glancing shyly up at steve. then she clasped onto his hand before looking up at thor, smiling softly. "the force surrounds us all. it controls... basically everything. watch," she whispered then turned to the ball pit, lifting her free hand up. but nothing was happening. "...no," she breathed out, shaking her head as she tried again and again to at least make one of the small, colored balls levitate. "no, no, no..." she could feel its absence in her mind, in her heart. with snoke so strong now, it was hard to keep in touch with it. "steve, i-i can't- it's gone..."

steve: snoke. he had heard that name before.. it was the sith lord who invaded rey's brain. the captain moved closer to her, bending down slightly to get a better look at her. "are you alright?" he pressed. at times like this, he wished wanda was here to help.

thor: if the force surrounded them all, thor had no idea how he'd never sensed it before. he watched, captivated, as rey seemed to be attempting to do something –– but failed. "what's gone? the force?" thor looked back and forth between steve and rey, faintly irritated over his lack of understanding. instinctively, his arm tightened around her shoulders, pulling her in closer. "we will help you find it."

rey rey looked into steve's eyes nervously as he ducked his head down to look at her, much like derek did when she was upset about something. "it-it doesn't hurt yet, but i can't... i can't focus on doing it," she whispered, wrapping her arms around thor again as he hugged her. then she nodded her head and stepped back as she took a deep breath, thinking about the hope that both steve and her new friend, thor, had for her. she closed her eyes and held her hand up again, focusing as hard as she could. when she opened her eyes, only one ball had popped out of the pit, and rolled a few inches on the ground, then stopped. she sighed heavily and buried her face in her hands, hoping she wasn't losing touch with the force for good.

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steve: steve smiled gently as the ball rolled forward. he knew it must have took a lot to persevere with snoke inside of her mind. "don't get upset." the avenger chastised the girl. "you just need to.. find the force again. is there anyone who can help you?" he knew that rey had multiple family members in magnolia. they had to be able to help her, someway or somehow. "could we help you?"

thor: a ball levitated in midair, seemingly doing so as a result of rey's concentration. thor barely heard steve as the man spoke, too busy gaping at the ball in newfound fascination. an amazed laugh escaped him. "did you move that with your mind?" he turned to face rey, eyes dancing with enthusiasm over what he had just witnessed. "is this the force? i did not realize you were capable of something so incredible." after a pause in which the solemn mood washed over him, he added, "if you could do that, then the force is still within you. you haven't lost it."

rey rey turned sheepishly towards the two again, nodding her head to steve. but then, noting thor's reaction, her own expression lightened slightly, her shoulders straightening. "r-really...?" she whispered, feeling more reassured by the way he was so interested in her force skills. "as-as long as snoke's here, i don't think i can get any better..." she mumbled to steve and stepped back. in fact, she could feel him coming now. she opened her mouth to explain it to them, but just turned and moved off the trampolines onto the floor, rubbing her temples with her fingers.

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steve: "don't say that." steve called after rey as jumped off the trampoline. he looked at thor before following after her. surely this snoke guy could be stopped. they've dealt with aliens before, what made this one so different? "what can we do to help?"

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thor: the mention of snoke nearly drew a low growl from thor's throat. the idea of an unseen opponent harming someone like rey right beside him while he was powerless to do anything to stop it was beyond upsetting, to say the least. "there must be a way to track him," thor added as he trailed after steve, worried gaze on rey's back. "if i know where he is, i can put a stop to this. even if he has armies, they will not stop me."

rey rey buried her face in her hands now and sniffed, trying to push him out of her mind as much as possible. but it wasn't necessarily simple. at the first small pain, she winced and jumped slightly, hands dropping to her mouth. "no, no, no, no..." she murmured under her breath as she began to tremble, pleading for him to leave her mind. then there was another, sharper pain and rey tucked her knees to her chest, beginning to rock back and forth.

steve: steve dove to his knees as soon as rey fell. "hey, hey," he cooed, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. he knew whatever she was feeling or seeing was much like what they went through when wanda brainwashed them. if not worse. he felt a intense need to protect his best friend. "it's gonna be okay, rey. i love you. stay with us," he cooed, rubbing her back as his heart hammered in his chest.

thor: it appeared steve and rey were even closer than thor originally suspected. the revelation did little to ease the tension in his muscles as he began circling restlessly around the pair, hands curling into fists as he itched to summon his prized weapon and smash something, anything. "we must help her," he finally said, stopping to glare at steve. "there must be a way. think of something."

rey rey clasped her hands over her ears and began to cry as she buried her face in his chest, but managed to murmur, "i-i love y-you too..." through her sobs. just so he knew how appreciative she really was of his kind, caring heart. her hands moved about until they landed on thor's chest, curling her fingers into his shirt and holding it tightly, tugging him closer. another sharp pain caused her to shriek and weep even harder, tears flowing freely down her cheeks.

steve: "you're the one from space." steve gritted his teeth, trying to focus on the girl falling apart before him. she was in excruciating pain by the looks of it, and it killed him not being able to stop it. "rey, listen to me. is there anything we can do? what makes it hurt less?" the usual put together soldier was now stumbling over his words in an attempt to help his friend.

thor: thor allowed himself to be pulled closer, teeth grinding together as he fought to keep his rage against an invisible foe in check. his temper wouldn't help, especially not when the likes of even steve rogers was losing his cool. "i could take her to asgard," he said slowly. "our healers may lessen her pain while we search for answers." assuming everyone on asgard cooperated and sought to help her as much as he did.

rey "d-derek..." was the first thing rey choked out. he usually helped her after a snoke episode. by... doing exactly what steve and thor were doing now. holding her. talking to her. maybe things would be okay. she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to focus on clearing her mind, like anakin and ben taught her, attempting to push out all thoughts of anything dark. instead she focused on memories of derek. of ben, of steve, of thor, everyone. and slowly, gradually, she calmed down, eyes finally fluttering open. he was leaving. he was smart enough to pick his battles, rey was sure, and probably couldn't fight this one.

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steve: steve's jaw clenched at the mention of derek, but he quickly shook his rage off to focus on rey. her body noticeably let up moments later. he retracted his arms once he knew she was alright. "how often does this happen?"

thor: the unfamiliar name made thor frown, glancing at steve for answers – only to find an odd expression awaiting on the man's face for a split second. dislike? mentally tucking it away, he refocused on rey. where steve moved back, the asgardian leaned forward, slipping his arms beneath rey and lifting her effortlessly into his arms. steve already asked the question on his mind, so he remained quiet, merely looking down at her with expectance.

rey rey's arms slid easily around thor's neck, noticing how he didn't even flinch when lifting her small body. she really was curious to know how strong they both were. "it's-it's been happening more often than not lately..." she admitted in a whisper, rubbing at her eyes with her fists then returning her arms around thor's neck as she looked into steve's eyes. "i-i'm okay, though... please don't tell derek, i don't want him to worry. please."

steve: "do you know how to get to this snoke person?" his tone was firm and assertive, much like the one he reserved for the avengers. he ignored her question about derek and continued with the questions. "can your family help you at all?"

steve: "do you know how to get to this snoke person?" his tone was firm and assertive, much like the one he reserved for the avengers. he ignored her question about derek and continued with the questions. "can your family help you at all?"

thor: there was that name again. derek. thor's eyes narrowed in annoyance over not knowing yet another piece of information in the rapidly developing mystery of rey. at least the captain was back in action, a small silver lining. "if she knew where snoke was or if her family could help, i'd wager she would have already said as much by now." looking back and forth between the pair, he added, "who is this 'derek'?"

rey "/no/," rey snapped in frustration, mostly at herself for not being able to rid of the sith lord. "just-just forget it, he's gone now..." she mumbled, then closed her eyes again at the mention of derek. now she really missed him. she took a few deep breaths to keep the tears from filling her eyes, then rose to her feet shakily, one hand still in thor's, and the other in steve's. "i-i don't wanna dwell on snoke anymore... not tonight... please? i need a break...'

steve: "her boyfriend." steve answered curtly as rey let out her frustration. he couldn't understand how she could try to move on from something like that. his grip on her palm was loose. "what do you want to do?" he looked around, mentally checking off everything they had done. ball pit, check. playground, check. laser tag, check. trampoline, check. "i saw a game room near the front?"

thor: for a long moment, thor didn't move, only staring hard at the captain. if derek was rey's lover, why was steve so visibly displeased by the very mention of him? thor had only ever seen one reason for that type of behavior. as a fresh understanding dawned, thor wordlessly tightened his grasp of rey's hand and began leading her in the direction of the game room. when they arrived, he stepped passed several brightly colored loud machines until one in particular caught his eye. "captain america and the avengers?" he read aloud, amused in spite of himself.

rey "yeah, can we do that?" rey whispered as she took out her pigtails, trying to let the smile appear on her face again, though it was still shaky for now. she let go of steve's hand, knowing the reason behind his sudden closure, and instead held thor's with both of her own, stumbling along behind him. "whoa..." she whispered in amazement at all the machines, her eyes widening. once at the machine thor stopped it, she began giggling and moved to sit down on the floor in front of the game, knowing from experience to not be on her feet for too long after a snoke episode.

steve: "sounds about right." steve laughed under his breath, leaning against the side of the arcade game. he stared at the giant, cartoon version of himself for a few beats before moving around again. he wandered off toward a skeeball machine where he grabbed one of the basketballs. the avenger stood there, absentmindedly dribbling the basketball. the first time he shot, it went in effortlessly even though he hardly paying attention.

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thor: thor watched rey settle down onto the ground before glancing once more at the machine. uninterested in trying (and likely failing) to figure out how to toy with it, he shifted his attention to steve and the ease with which he tossed a ball through a hoop. "how long have you known each other?" he finally asked, looking back and forth between them. he could have asked more about derek, but keeping the peace felt like a better idea right then.

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rey rey watched steve as he moved to go shoot a basketball, still staying where she hd sat on the ground. then she glanced up at thor and shrugged a shoulder. "i-i don't know... a month or so...? maybe longer?" she asked steve, smiling shyly to herself and resting her chin on her knees. "i used to have the biggest crush on him."

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steve: steve nearly choked on his tongue at rey's confession. instead of replying, he merely shot the basketball into the 100 point section. "you might not want to tell derek that." the soldier muttered as he collected the tickets that spewed out of the machine. he handed them over to rey, seeing that he had no use for them. "go get a prize."

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thor: "yes, go get your prize," thor agreed, pushing at rey with gentle but insistent nudges toward the area with several objects scattered along the wall that he assumed were prizes. as soon as she was out of earshot, he turned to steve, arms folding over his broad chest. "where i come from, we settle these situations with duels. have you considered fighting derek for her heart?" he kept his voice low, lips curving to betray his amusement. then, just like that, his features turned solemn. "if not, you must let go of her, friend. this pining is not easy to watch."

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rey rey looked up hesitantly as steve handed her the tickets, collecting them all into her arms and rising to her feet slowly. she didn't move immediately, but at thor's gentle persistence, she finally made her way to the counter, oblivious as to why they sent her away. she was too excited about her prizes. the worker there, the only one left, seemed less than thrilled about accepting the tickets, and told her to pick out three things. she looked over her shoulder at steve and thor, seeing them still talking, then glanced at the shelves to pick her prizes.

steve: steve scowled at thor's proposal. he wasn't entirely subtle about his dislike for derek, but he didn't think it was that obvious. "i'm not fighting derek." his gaze followed rey, who was eagerly awaiting her prizes. "i'll get over it. i always do." he shook his head, eyes falling down to his fidgeting fingers. it was a total lie. he wasn't even over peggy yet — and that was seventy years ago. he couldn't even close his eyes at night without thinking of her or bucky.

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thor: "no, you will not." thor knew an overly-attached lovestruck fool when he saw one. he himself had been on the opposite end of that sort of infatuation more than once, in fact. "these things do not simply fade away. they grow stronger, along with resentment, until you find yourself saying something you will regret." throwing rey a glance, he then dropped a hand on steve's shoulder, squeezing more tightly than truly necessary. "do not destroy your friendship with her. take some time away, if you must –– but let go of this before it harms both of you." thor released him and, without awaiting a response, strode over to join rey.

rey "thank you," rey gasped as the worker handed her her three items, hugging them close to her chest. then she turned towards her friends as thor made his way over to her, showing them the three bears she'd picked out. ( http://www.buildabear.com/ProductImages/... , http://www.buildabear.com/public/images/... , http://www.buildabear.com/ProductImages/... ) "aren't they so cute?" she giggled then moved to steve, wrapping her arms around him the best she could with her new toys. "thank you so much, steve."

steve: the crease between steve's brows tightened following his words. he knew thor was right, but the thought of distancing himself from the girl brought a sharp pain to his chest. he knew he would have to get over his schoolboy crush or else it'd cause damage. the soldier managed to muster a smile at rey as she approached. the stuffed animals tucked under her arm were cute, indeed. the cap and thor bears coaxed a laugh out of him. there was another one that strangely resembled darth vader. "you're welcome." his voice was distant, but the smile gracing his lips still remained. "where to now?"

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thor: thor cast a disapproving eye at rey as she embraced steve, but resigned himself to trusting that the captain would take his advice and move on. if not, thor would do his best to help pick up the pieces when things made a turn for the worse. "is this supposed to be me?" he took hold of his lookalike bear's paw, feeling the soft plushness of it. "hm. we should get ice cream." his eyes met rey's with a wink. in his experience, mortals loved their ice cream.

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rey rey grinned softly at steve's laugh, wishing he would do so more often, then looked between him and thor. "of course it is," she giggled, holding up the thor-themed teddy bear she'd chosen. then she gasped before nodding swiftly. "yes, yes, yes!" she begged, and didn't even wait for an answer before moving to the exit, but not before scooping up her captain america figurine that steve gave her, and holding it with her three teddy bears. "c'mon, you two are so slow!"

[peachhobis]

baby, you’re a caramel macchiatto

pairing: yoonseok length: one shot, 4.3 words genre: fluff, coffee shop au rating: G tags: fluff upon fluff, your average coffee shop au, idiots pining

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summary:  Hoseok didn’t want to admit to himself that he only came to this Starbucks for a specific reason. Reasons including that the coffee here was just better; it had nothing to do with a certain barista.

Hoseok didn’t want to admit to himself that he only came to this Starbucks for a specific reason. Sure there was one right near his dorm, one that would take considerably less time than the ten minute drive he does daily, but he had his reasons.

Reasons including that the coffee here was just better; it had nothing to do with a certain barista. A certain barista that had his order memorized like the back of his hand, one that wrote his name in the messiest writing that was somehow still endearing, and one that never really spoke to him but his smile was enough to make Hoseok want to come back every time.

Sipping his latte, Hoseok glared at his computer’s screen, hoping if he stared long enough his essay would write itself. He silently cursed himself for taking on so much this semester; it was just like him, after all. Between his literature courses and his constant dance practices with his team, he never had a moment of peace.With his eyes tired of boring holes into the pixelated screen, Hoseok shifted his attention over to the counter. The barista, Yoongi was his name to be exact (he found out from his nametag, nothing else!), was still on shift.

He was taking a customer’s order, his soft features glowing under the store’s lights. He was nodding while writing the customer’s order on a cup. He was always polite when taking people’s order, Hoseok noticed, but he never engaged in small talk. There had been plenty of times where Hoseok--awkwardly so--had tried to differ the conversation from coffee to daily life, but they never lasted long. All Hoseok had learned about “Yoongi the Barista”, as Taehyung called him, was he was going to school for music and he loves green tea lattes. The lack of information intrigued Hoseok and made him wish he could get to know him more. He was sure he had spent his life savings in coffee just for this purpose. It really was good coffee.

Hoseok groaned, placing his head down on his keyboard in annoyance. He was ready to make a steady life, there on his keyboard in the middle of Starbucks, when his phone vibrated on the table. Lifting up his head, he saw he had a text from his best friend, Taehyung.

Taehyung [12:05pm]:

U look like ur about to die hobi kekeke

Hoseok raised his eyebrows, confused by his friend's text.

Hoseok [12:05pm]:

what???

Taehyung [12:06pm]:

U should really be working on that essay you know! Not watching the barista~ ;)

Hoseok was even more confused. He looked around the room, probably looking crazy to other people in the store.

Hoseok [12:07pm]:

tae, i know we’re best friends but I think planting a camera on me is a bit too far..? ㅋㅋ

Before Hoseok had the time to recheck his surroundings (because seriously what and how did Taehyung know that?), he felt someone touch his shoulder.

“I was outside, hyung!” Taehyung greets, flashing his boxy grin at his best friend, engulfing him in a hug from the back.

Hoseok jumps up, nearly knocking over his latte and causing a couple people to stare his way (god, he hopes not Yoongi), due to the high-pitched shriek that came out of his mouth.

“Aish, Taehyung!” Hoseok whines, “What are you doing?” Taehyung laughs, sitting down across from Hoseok at the table and taking a sip of his friend’s latte with no hesitation.

“Well,” Taehyung began, “Jungkookie had to go to class and my class was cancelled, so I thought it’d be fun to hang out. Obviously I knew you’d be here.” Hoseok reached over to flick his best friend on the head.

“I am not always here.”

“Yoongi the barista says otherwise,” Taehyung laughs, finishing off the remains of Hoseok’s latte.

“I was drinking that,” Hoseok pouts, picking up the cup to feel its remains empty.

“I’ll get you another one. I'm sure you’d have no problem with that,” teases Taehyung.

“He’s going to think I’m so weird. That was my second latte today already,” sighs Hoseok, shutting his laptop because god knows he is not going to get any work done now that Taehyung is here.

“It’s cute! Really shows your commitment to his company.” Hoseok rolls his eyes.

“Yeah that commitment will really matter when I fail my Philosophy class,” Hoseok sighs, pouting his lower lip. “Write my essay for me, Tae,” says Hoseok, poking at his now closed laptop.

“I made Jungkook write mine. You’re on your own, Hobi.”

“God, what do you even do to make Jungkook do all that for you,” says Hoseok, but catches himself write before Taehyung opens his mouth, grin spread wide on his face. “Wait don’t answer that.” Hoseok scrunches up his face at his laughing best friend.

“Things that you could do to Yoongi. I’m sure he’d be more than willing to write it for you after that,” teases Taehyung, producing what Hoseok believes is supposed to be a wink, but instead it just makes him look weird. A blush spread across Hoseok cheeks, probably reaching to his ears at his best friends crude joke.

“Keep your voice down! I don’t need him thinking I’m some kind of pervert along with a stalker,” whispers Hoseok.

“I didn’t say a word, hyung.” After that, Taehyung excused himself from the table and walked in line, which, at the moment, wasn’t that busy.

“You owe me a latte--no, two!” Hoseok said before Taehyung walked away. His only response was that he was sure Hoseok was going to die from a caffeine overdose one day and not him or Jungkook would be there to save him.

Hoseok was fiddling with his phone and checking his college email for hopes of any cancelled classes when Taehyung returns, two drinks in hand.

“For you,” says Taehyung, placing the drink by Hoseok’s abandoned computer. “And for me,” he repeats, sipping at his frapuccino.

“You know,” Taehyung begins, still sipping at his drink, “I got an idea while in line.” Humming slightly, Hoseok raises his eyebrow at him.

“For the entire one minute you were there?” Taehyung proudly nods, finishing his thought.

“You should invite Yoongi to our dance performance on Saturday! You’ve liked him for almost a year now!” Hoseok is lucky he hadn’t started drinking his coffee yet, or it would have ended all over Taehyung’s face (although that would have been funny).

“Why would I ever do that?” asks Hoseok, blush forming on his face again, “I barely even know him.”

“So? It doesn’t have to be weird,” says Taehyung, “Hyung, you need to make a move. Me and Jungkook are worried about you. Jungkook said you’re going to end up alone with a thousand dogs. He’s ready to take matters into his own hands”

“Tell Jungkook he needs to respect his elders.”

“I’m serious, Hobi,” Taehyung looks at him with a flat face, forcing his smile to go down, “Look at me, when have I ever looked more serious?” Taehyung tries to hold the face for longer to get his point across but he eventually breaks back into a smile. “Please--!”

“Right now? I mean--” Hoseok subtly glances back at the barista in question, who seems too preoccupied in making drinks to notice them, “He’s really busy. I don’t want to come off as weird--or desperate.”

“Well we both know that’s too late,” teases Taehyung.

“Hey!” Hoseok yells.

“If not today Hoseok, you should do it tomorrow. It’s not like you’re not here everyday.”

“The coffee is good,” defends Hoseok, taking a sip of his latte to prove his point.

“Sure, sure,” Taehyung says, “but an invite won’t hurt! You know we need all the people we can get to the performance, hyung--think of it as an excuse.”

Hoseok sinks into his chair, feeling like his best friend just laid an entire bomb on him. “Aish, I’ll think about it, okay? Can we talk about something else?” Taehyung nods, not wanting to press his friend even further.

“Actually, Jungkook got yelled at again by our professor, you’re not going to believe what he did this time.” Hoseok laughed, immersing himself in Taehyung’s tale with all thoughts of horrid philosophy essays and cute baristas lost.

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Hoseok was finally free from the reigns of class. Two hours of philosophy lecturing later and he handed his professor the essay he had thrown together with an hour to spare, not spending any time to hear any results. Hoseok always managed to throw things together somehow.

Now, he was headed to his dorm, making a mental checklist of all the work and events he had to complete. The philosophy essay was finally finished, no thanks to Taehyung distracting him all day. All that was left was to prepare for his dance performance tomorrow and study for his next literature exam. However, when he was headed to dorm he had the looming thought of a barista. One with dark hair and pale skin, with bright brown eyes that made Hoseok have butterflies. And he couldn’t stop thinking of his best friend’s crazy suggestion. Hoseok shook his head, he had to be out of his mind. Taehyung must have possessed his body because the next moment Hoseok found himself heading not to his dorm--but to his car, flyer in hand for the show. He was going to kill Taehyung for putting this thought in his head.

One fifteen minute drive full of anxiety later and Hoseok found himself park outside of the infamous Starbucks, nervousness running through his veins. This was a bad idea, right? If it went wrong not only would Hoseok look like an idiot, but he’d have to find some place else to relax and study, a place that didn’t have a certain cute barista. Hoseok sunk down into his front seat, groaning ever so slightly. He picked up his phone and shot a text to Taehyung.

Hoseok [2:32pm]:

i hate you so much. know that kim taehyung ㅡㅅㅡ

Taehyung [2:32pm]:

ㅠㅠ ???????

Hoseok sighed, ignoring his friend’s text and heading inside. It was all or nothing. Upon opening the door Hoseok was hit with the scent of espresso beans. The place was pretty busy, not surprising considering school had just gotten out. Hoseok stepped into line and scanned the crowd, looking for the only reason he decided to come here today.

To his surprise, he didn’t see Yoongi at all. Feeling his heart sink into his chest, Hoseok was at a loss for what to do. Should he just go home? Maybe it was the world’s way of telling him it wasn’t the right idea. He shook his head slightly, maybe he was just in the back or on break. Feeling his anxiety grow and his grip on the flyer growing more tense, Hoseok didn’t even notice when he was at the front of the line, face to face with another barista that was not Yoongi.

“Hi, welcome to--Oh!,” the barista grins, recognizing Hoseok, “Ho--It’s you! The regular today?” Jimin, he recognized, smiled brightly at Hoseok, completely oblivious to the disaster Hoseok had planned.

“A-actually, no--not today, thank you,” stutters Hoseok.

“Changing it up? That’s new,” giggles Jimin.

“I was wondering, actually, is--uh--Yoongi here?” says Hoseok, feeling like this was just an incredibly bad idea. Jimin blinks at him, a mischievous smile filling his face that Hoseok can’t quite put his finger on.

“Yoongi?” he begins, “No, actually, he’s on lunch but he should be back in an hour. I promise I can make way better coffee than him, don’t worry.”

Hoseok quickly shakes his hands in front of him, “No, No! I didn’t mean it like that I bet you do!” Jimin laughs at him for being so flustered. He’s sure he looks like a mess right now. Hoseok hesitates before continuing, realizing he’s holding up a line full of impatient coffee drinkers. “I wanted to give him this.” Hoseok hands Jimin the flyer; it's crumbled to hell and back now, but it's still readable. Jimin skims the front a bit before turning the paper front and back.

“Oh Jun--I mean, you dance too?” Jimin gasps. Hoseok nods, confused on what Jimin means by too, but he lets it slide. He explains briefly about his dance group. “That’s so cool!” Hoseok is about ready to run out of the Starbucks and never show his face again when yet another idea pops into his head. He hates himself for as always, putting himself through way too much.

“Um, thank you again for that. Can I also get a Venti iced green tea latte?” asks Hoseok, pulling out his wallet.

“Sure! Anything else?”

“No, that’ll be it, but--can you give that to Yoongi?” asks Hoseok, cheeks burning, “Can you write that I hope he has a good day?” Jimin has to stop the burst of ‘aw’s’ getting ready to leave his mouth, to nod and write the message for his coworker.

“I’m sure Yoongi will be very happy to see this. How nice of you,” Jimin says, a smirk forming on his lips. Hoseok doesn’t have the time to process the barista’s sentence before he’s handing him his money, spewing variations of ‘thank you’s’ and sprinting from the Starbucks.

Once Hoseok reaches the safety of his car, he feels the butterflies racing in his stomach and the world’s weight on his chest. He has no idea what to expect tomorrow, nor does he know how Yoongi will even react. At least Jimin was nice about it, but now he had the anxiety of waiting. The time he was in there Taehyung had texted him three times, different variations of sad emoticons and question marks filling his text messages. Someone needed to take emojis away from that boy.

Hoseok [2:48pm]:

i did it.....................

Taehyung [2:49pm]:

U kissed yoongi??? ;) ;)

Hoseok [2:49pm]:

shut up ㅡㅅㅡ

i invited him. and i also bought him a drink with a weird ass note. he will think im weird!!!

Taehyung [2:51pm]:

Fdofpokd;’.///3///////// FL;F.DDFDS /

Hoseok [2:51pm]:

what?? ㅋㅋ

Taehyung [2:53pm]:

sry kookie stole my phone we are PROUD!! my baby is growing up ㅠㅠ

Hoseok [2:54pm]:

baby? remember who the hyung is here brats ㅋㅋ

Taehyung [2:55pm]:

jungkook says hes poppin open the bottle of champagne when u get home

Hoseok laughs upon reading the texts, anxiety flowing out of him. Now all he had to do was face the music tomorrow (literally) and see if Yoongi actually shows up.

-

Hoseok never feels more alive than when dancing. The ability to throw himself into his dancing, feelings moving along with every beat and swift move of his body. It was the fact that when dancing he felt every beat pulse his heart, leaving him with a feeling of adrenaline. When dancing he didn’t have a thought or worry. It was only him, his members, and the cheer of the audience.

Hoseok, Jungkook, and Taehyung had practiced hard for this day. Amidst spontaneous 3am dance practices, sore feet and ankles, and fear they wouldn’t master the choreography--they had finally done it. Hoseok soaked in the cheers of the crowd when they pulled off the final move they worked so hard to master, the rhythm coming so easily to them now. Before he knew it, the piece was over, leaving him a sweating, adrenaline filled mess. However, with the piece over, worries began to cloud his mind. He scanned for Yoongi in the crowd due to not seeing him the entire show.

He had spent the entire morning whining to Jungkook and Taehyung about yesterday's events, proclaiming that what he did was the worst idea of the century and they were to blame. They did nothing but laugh, pushing him off and stating it would in fact work out. Yet here he was, show over and no sign of Yoongi. He was an idiot for thinking he would ever come to a random customer’s show, because that’s all he was in Yoongi’s mind--a customer.

Going backstage, Hoseok tried to hide how hurt he was. He had no right to be hurt, after all; they had no connection to each other besides worker and customer. Hoseok wiped his forehead off with a towel, feeling the grossness that comes after he’s worked this hard on a number. Getting ready to change into new clothes, Hoseok feels a slap against his back.

“We did it!” exclaims Taehyung, arm around Jungkook’s shoulder, pulling him as close as humanly possible.

“I didn’t think I’d pull off the move at the end but I really did it,” says Jungkook, still a sweaty mess but his happiness was enough to mask it.

“You did great too, Hobi, I really--,” Taehyung looks at his best friend who has been silent throughout the whole exchange. He’s normally the one hyping everyone up, saying how they’ll do even better at their next performance. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Taehyung slips his hold on Jungkook, causing Jungkook to perk up and stare at Hoseok, obviously concerned.

“Hyung?” ponders Jungkook.

“Yoongi didn’t come,” whispers Hoseok. He feels like the main character of a really bad rom-com.

“What?!” exclaims Jungkook, “But Jimin sai-” Taehyung runs to Jungkook quickly covering his mouth with his palm.

“What he means is that can’t be right,” explains Taehyung, palm still pressed to Jungkook’s mouth.

“Wait,” Hoseok says, glaring at his friends, “Did you say Jimin? As in the Jimin who works at Starbucks?” Taehyung’s eyes wide and Jungkook mutters an ‘Oh shit’.

“No--we, uh, it’s Jungkook’s fault!” Taehyung points his finger at Jungkook, who very much looks like a deer lost in the headlights right now.

“Hey! Don’t string this all on me,” defends Jungkook. Hoseok stands there, watching the two boys bicker, confused on the entire situation.

“Explain,” Hoseok glares, “Now.” He points at his best friends, who both look at each other until Taehyung finally opens his mouth.

“Jungkook has class with Jimin,” starts Taehyung, playing with the string of his hoodie, “Jungkook recognized him and one day you just so happened to come up.” Jungkook nods, trying to plead for his own innocence.

“Hyung, he was really curious about you. He remembered me from all the times the three of us have gone together. He asked me your name.” Jungkook says, continuing with his story, “He said his friend really wanted to know and he thanked me.”

“His f-friend..?” Hoseok says, still trying to piece the situation together.

“Yoongi, you idiot,” inserts Taehyung, “Jungkook wasn’t lying about taking matters into his own hands.”

“Well, when Taehyung visited you the other day he told me about the idea he pitched to you,” Jungkook continues, “I went up to Jimin in class that day and asked him to give Yoongi our flyer, in case you chickened out and didn’t do it.”

Hoseok lets out a loud groan, “God, I feel like I’m on a horrible love sitcom and the episode is never going to end.” Taehyung laughs, but feeling guilty for putting his friend in this situation, hugs him from behind.

“Needless to say Jimin was super smiley when I gave it to him; it was really weird,” says Jungkook, taking a water bottle out of his backpack in the process, “He told me he’d be sure Yoongi would come even if he had to drag him there. The rest is history, I guess.” Jungkook takes a swig of his water bottle, waiting for Hoseok to process the story.

“I-I,” Hoseok stutters, “I don’t know what to say besides you guys get the worst friends of the year award.” Hoseok laughs, throwing whatever nearest object he can at his friends. “Scheming behind my back and making me make a fool of myself for nothing. You two are nothing but brats” Taehyung pouts, hugging his best friend tighter.

“I’m sorry, Hobi; it was all Jungkook’s fault, blame him.” Jungkook begins to interject, ready to defend himself before Hoseok cuts him off.

“That still doesn’t explain why I didn’t see Yoongi though. I thought I searched the entire crowd.”

Jungkook groans, “Go outside you idiot.”

“But it’s cold!” pouts Hoseok, but he gets up anyway, curious to see what else his friends could possibly have planned. Taehyung and Jungkook push him out the door, Jungkook mumbling ‘you’ll thank me later’.

Hoseok finds himself ten layers of confused as he walks out of the auditorium into the brisk air, only a thin sweatshirt to warm him. What he sees, however, when he’s out there, fills his body with warmth.

It’s Yoongi. Outside of his uniform. No sort of customer/worker barriers surrounding them. He’s standing there, looking down at his phone, not yet noticing Hoseok is there. He looks good--really good. His black hair is styled and parted to the side, he has on a pair of glasses that Hoseok has never seen him wear before, and a black turtleneck to accentuate his pale skin. Hoseok’s heart is fluttering and he’s sure it’s going to pop out of his chest at any second. What really gets Hoseok flustered, however, is the bouquet of red roses in Yoongi’s hand.

“Y-Yoongi..?” Hoseok stutters, thousands of emotions engulfing him. Yoongi looks up from his phone, jumping a bit due to Hoseok’s surprise entrance.

“Oh,” Yoongi says, his voice softer than Hoseok remembers. It’s like he’s an entirely new person. “If it isn’t Mr.Vanilla Latte.” Hoseok blushes, hand flying to the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“It’s Hoseok, actually.”

“I know.” Yoongi walks closer, shortening the distance between him and Hoseok. It’s not quite the level of intimacy, but it's the closest Hoseok has ever been to him that isn’t behind a counter.

“Thank you for the drink, but if you wanted to ask me out you didn’t have to buy my heart,” laughs Yoongi. Hoseok’s face feels ten shades of red at the moment and hearing Yoongi’s laugh, one low and rumbly, doesn’t help the situation.

“Sorry! I knew it was a stupid idea, but my friend Tae--”

“I was joking. It was actually pretty cute, though I think Jimin snuck the “Secret Admirer” part on there.”

“I didn’t write that!” Hoseok defends. His entire life doesn’t feel real right now. With Yoongi, his crush for the past year in front of him, he feels like he could pass out any second.

“Well, that’s a shame. I guess I have no one to give these flowers to,” sighs Yoongi, looking dramatically from the flowers to Hoseok.

“You know, you’re more sarcastic than I remember,” notes Hoseok.

“There’s only so much sarcasm I could do behind a counter,” says Yoongi reaching for Hoseok’s hand, “These are for you.” Hoseok feels a spark the moment Yoongi’s hand touch him. It’s an instantaneous movement, but Hoseok still feels the touch lingering when the bouquet of flowers is placed into his hands. Hoseok looks at the flowers; they’re absolutely beautiful, the red petals glistening under the moon’s light.

“You did really good tonight, Hoseok.” It was Yoongi’s turn to get flustered. The man that Hoseok knew as soft-spoken and stern was now in front of him, gorgeous and flustered. “I got cursed with really shitty seats but I could still spot you from a mile away. I never would have taken you as a dancer.”

“So that’s where you were,” says Hoseok, mostly talking to himself, but Yoongi still hears, humming curiously. “I couldn’t spot you. I really thought you didn’t come and I made a fool out of myself for nothing.” Yoongi shook his head, a smile forming on his face that revealed his gums.

“If I wouldn’t have came Jimin would have probably killed me,” laughs Yoongi, “Plus I wanted to go.”

“W-What?” Hoseok says, still refusing to believe that this was in fact happening to him.

“I like you, idiot,” Yoongi’s gaze drifts from the floor to Hoseok, “If that wasn’t obvious already.”

“You like me?” repeats Hoseok, unsure he’s hearing Yoongi right. “Really?”

“Yeah,” says Yoongi, growing brave enough to hold Hoseok’s hand in his own, “When you see a cute guy as often as I do, it gets to you.” Hoseok can’t believe his ears. Maybe he should really run and think his stupid friends this instance.

“I like you too, Yoongi,” Hoseok says, decreasing the distance between him and Yoongi, “A lot.”

“I figured,” whispers Yoongi. Hoseok’s lips are ghosting over Yoongi’s, begging to kiss him, begging to feel the man he’s liked for so long now. They’re foreheads are touching, both of them daring for the other to make the next move.

It’s as if it happens in an instant, Yoongi’s hands are on Hoseok. One grazing his hip and the other grazing over his neck, his thumb skimming over the skin of Hoseok’s neck. The kiss is patient and timid, but it’s everything Hoseok has wanted and more. Yoongi’s lips are slightly chapped but against Hoseok it’s breathtaking. Hoseok understands all the romantic movies and novels describing fireworks and sparks when he kisses Yoongi. It’s awkward to move his hands with the bouquet in them, but he makes it work.

The two pull apart, foreheads still touching. Eventually they pull apart, Hoseok speaking the first word.

“Wow.”

“Wow, indeed.”

“I need to thank my friends for this,” Hoseok laughs.

“Me too. Jimin was way too persistent.”

“You have to let me take you out. No Starbucks I promise.” Hoseok says, holding on to Yoongi’s hand, a smile on his lips.

“I’d like that. A lot.”

-

Unknown to Hoseok, Jungkook and Taehyung cheered silently in the background for their best friend, shooting Jimin a text to share their victory.

Jungkook [9:01pm]:

operation complete!!!

thanks for making it to the end wow! feedback is appreciated!!

#yoonseok #yoonseok fic #bts #yoongi #hoseok #jhope #suga #bangtan boys #feedback is much appreciated??? #thank u so much for reading!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #sope

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the 20 must-have Switch games you can play right now • Eurogamer.net

The Nintendo Switch is a sort of inverted version of the Wii or Wii U. While those consoles all but demanded that games had to be redesigned to make the most of their strange features, the Switch manages to make old ideas new again simply by allowing you to take them out into the wild. Dark Souls on the tube! Mario at the beach!

While Nintendo’s had a thing for portability since the days of the Game Boy, the Switch is also defined by its multiplayer accessibility, and was sold on the unlikely promise of friends gathered together in public spaces crowded around a single screen. In the end, that sales pitch came true. So whether you’re looking for a game for the TV, the commute, or one of those improbably stylish rooftop parties from the launch ads, hopefully there’s something for you here in our list of the best Nintendo Switch games.

Editors Note: Eurogamer is relaunching its series of ‘best games’ features, starting with the Nintendo Switch. You’ll see more platform lists appearing on the home page in the coming weeks, with the aim to update them several times a year as new releases supplant a given system’s existing library.

The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

To make a game about nature, Zelda’s creators had to change the way they created. The precision tooling of every part of the environment had to be hidden, with intricate dungeons that clip together across the landscape replaced with massive vistas that at first appear thrillingly empty.

Do not be fooled. Breath of the Wild is as obsessively designed and crafted as any Zelda game before it, but everything in this huge, seemingly untamable game is put in place to make you feel lost and small and at the mercy of the elements. Pick a direction and explore: an adventure of genuine beauty and revelation awaits.

Want to read more? See our full Zelda: Breath of the Wild review and buy now from Amazon.

Super Mario Odyssey

Odyssey is a wonderfully, purposefully incoherent Mario game in which each world has its own costumes and gimmicks, but also its own defining aesthetic. After the rolling majesty of Breath of the Wild’s Hyrule, it’s a bit like diving into a jumble sale. But like all jumble sales there are brilliant things to discover: strange worlds that glitter with unusual textures and seem to be driven by alien rules.

And at the heart of it all, that brilliant sense of weight and momentum and pace that makes Mario the platformer than nobody else can touch. So Odyssey is a game of moments, in other words – and what could be more like Mario than that?

Want to read more? See our full Super Mario Odyssey review and buy now from Amazon.

Mario Kart 8 Deluxe

Countless others have taken on the Mario Kart formula since its inception in 1992, not least of which is Nintendo itself, delivering various mutations, variations and iterations over the years. It wasn’t until Mario Kart 8, however, that it matched the brilliance of the SNES original, with a work of stunning imagination and impeccable craft.

It wasn’t until the release of Mario Kart 8 Deluxe a few years after, however, that Nintendo delivered what’s inarguably the best in the series to date; bundling together all of the DLC that came to the Wii U version post-release, most importantly it also added a brilliant Battle Mode that completed the package. It’s thrillingly close to perfection.

Want to read more? See our full Mario Kart 8 Deluxe review and buy now from Amazon.

Splatoon 2

Splatoon 2 is a glorious team-based shooter with a unique territory capturing mechanic, but that’s only half of the appeal. The arenas are great and the weapons are a pleasure to use, and there is a simple playgroup joy to chucking that much ink around, but Splatoon’s Switch instalment lingers in the mind because of its placefulness.

Much has been written about the Switch’s bare-bones front-end. For the first days of the console’s lifespan, Inkopolis Square felt like it was the heart not just of this wonderful game but of the charming, personable, colourful and surprising console that runs it. What a thing!

Want to read more? See our full Splatoon 2 review and buy now from Amazon.

Super Smash Bros Ultimate

It doesn’t even matter if you like fighting games or not: Smash Bros is for anyone who’s ever fallen for video games full stop, a mad, impossibly expansive and expertly engineered celebration not just of Nintendo’s rich past but that of the entire medium.

The cast is outrageously vast, taking in all-comers from Mario to Metal Gear, the options are plentiful and the soundtrack is just to die for. Oh, and the game underneath all that is alright too, a wilfully chaotic dust-up that’s best enjoyed shoulder to shoulder with friends. You’ll find a little of all video games here in Smash Bros. Ultimate, a breathless celebration of the medium in all its mad, incoherent and joyous whole.

Want to read more? See our full Super Smash Bros Ultimate review and buy now from Amazon.

Arms

How’s this for a pitch: the Mario Kart team does for fighting games what it once did for driving games in a ludicrously colourful, energetic and original Switch exclusive. Yet despite delivering so well on that promise, Arms has never found the audience it deserves. For shame, though that shouldn’t stop you picking up what remains one of the highlights of the Switch’s line-up.

Here’s a fighter that’s instantly accessible, offers boundless depth and does all this with one hell of a spring in its step. Oh, and springs in its arms too, as your fighters reach into the screen in an enjoyably pliable brand of pugilism. The chances of a sequel now seem slim, so make the most of a game that’s truly one of a kind.

Want to read more? See our full Arms review and buy now from Amazon.

Tetris 99

Battle Royale Tetris sounds like a joke, but it turns out to be the basis for one of the most energising console exclusives in years. It’s Tetris, a game you’ve been playing forever, but now you’re up against an entire gameshow board of rivals.

There’s two kinds of beauty here: the beauty of a game you know innately being twisted into a new form, and then the buried beauty of the hidden rules and synergies that will see you racing up the leaderboard. Tetris isn’t just the eternal game, it’s an eternally surprising one.

Want to read more? See why we think Tetris 99 might be the best battle royale yet and buy now from Amazon.

The Legend of Zelda: Link’s Awakening (2019)

Link’s strangest adventure has long been marooned on the original GameBoy, with only a timely port to the 3DS reminding us of the weird island where the Wind Fish sleeps. For Switch the whole thing has been reimagined as a tactile children’s animation, but the puzzles and overworld are as precision-tooled as ever. This is a slight Zelda as they go, but it’s still rich in adventure and heart.

Want to read more? See our full The Legend of Zelda: Link’s Awakening Switch review and buy now from Amazon.

Cadence of Hyrule

It still feels wrong for anyone other than Nintendo to handle a Zelda game, but the highest praise you can give Cadence of Hyrule is that it doesn’t feel wrong for very much time. This is a beautiful reimagining of the flip-screen Zeldas of the 8- and 16-bit generations, shot through with a rhythm-action conceit so beautifully executed it feels like it’s always been a part of Hyrule. Unmissable.

Want more? See our full Cadence of Hyrule review and buy now from Amazon.

Picross S

Picross has become such an embedded part of Nintendo’s handheld portfolio that it’s easy to forget it’s there. It’s easy, in fact, to think these aren’t video games at all – they’re close relatives to sudoku, living alongside them in some publications as nonograms, and they offer the simple thrill of logic and deduction.

For all that, it’s easy to forget just how good the formula is, and see that you’ve clocked up *checks play time* 150 hours across the three instalments released to date on the Nintendo Switch. If it’s a commute-eating puzzler you’re after, they really don’t come much better than this.

Lumines Remastered

Lumines started life on the PSP, and despite the transition from Sony to Nintendo, Remastered feels like a homecoming. The only puzzler to truly challenge Tetris in terms of universality or brilliance – okay, maybe Drop7 comes close – is built for a screen like this, bright and luxuriously wide and yet held, somehow, in your hands. The levels have never looked better and the use of vibration is sublime.

Mostly, though, it’s Lumines back where it belongs, inches from your eyeballs, the timeline racing through again and again and leaving the glinting landscape behind it transformed once again. Jeepers this is good!

Want to read more? See our full Lumines Remastered review.

Windjammers

Once upon a time, there was nothing more exotic, nothing more nineties than the Neo Geo, and one game on that most exquisite and powerful of machines was more exotic and nineties than them all. From the chromed lettering of developer Data East to the wraparound mirrored sunglasses of Hiromi Mita, Windjammers is arcade perfection, serving up a delicious alchemy of Street Fighter and Pong.

It’s one of the very best local multiplayer games available, which makes it an absolute essential for the Switch. Now it’s not a case of hoping the pub you’re heading off to has a well-stocked Neo Geo cabinet propping up the corner – thanks to the marvels of modern technology, you can challenge someone to a game of Windjammers wherever you may be.

Want to read more? See our full Windjammers review.

Puyo Puyo Tetris

The blending of two puzzling greats, one austere and angular, one squishy and sugary, makes for an absolute classic in its own right. But there’s more to Puyo Puyo Tetris than the ingenious nature of its design.

In the early days of the Switch, this game above all others delivered on the console’s dream: a bunch of friends, loose in the world, all crowded round a tiny screen propped up on the table in front of them while four-player chaos unfolded. If you’ve ever wondered what that stand on the back of the Switch is really for, wonder no longer. It’s for Puyo Puyo Tetris.

Want to read more? See our full Puyo Puyo Tetris review and buy now from Amazon.

Darius Cozmic Collection

The Switch isn’t short of shmups. Pick up Konami’s Anniversary Arcade Collection and you can play Gradius 2, one of the greatest of them all, or maybe you want to sample the classic Thunder Force 4 via M2’s impressive Sega Ages port. Or you could go through a large chunk of Psikyo’s back catalogue, or get an impeccable introduction to the genre with the smart, accessible Danmaku Unlimited 3.

Or, if it’s just one game you’re after, you could turn to Devil Engine – an all-new effort that’s studied the classics and added its own unique flavour. It’s an incredibly enjoyable game, and one that looks – and sounds – the part too. Devil Engine just goes to show that, sometimes, they really do make them like they used to.

Want to read more? See our full Darius Cozmic Collection review.

Into the Breach

A tactics game concerned with the world’s dinkiest invasion, Into the Breach is a study in economy. From the game’s tiny play areas and short match times to the sparse animation and simple rules that govern a unit, everything here is bright and glinting and wonderfully fit for purpose.

Such basic elements lead to rich surprises, however, and this is one of those games that you can play for days and weeks and months without ever feeling that you’ve ceased to learn.

Here’s a tip to start you off: don’t just think about what a unit can accomplish on a turn, but also think about where it ends up once the turn is finished. If you’ve never played this, I envy you. Tactical perfection awaits.

Want to read more? See our full Into the Breach review and buy now from Amazon.

Animal Crossing: New Horizons

Nintendo’s legendary take on bucolic living has never been more sharply arranged than here, where a trip to an untouched island quickly expands to involve town infrastructure meetings and the search for the perfect bed-side table. Min-max this and it’s a game filled with depth and secrets. Play it for a lazy hour every day and it’s slow gaming at its most comforting. An unusual and distinct world-beater.

Want to read more? See our full Animal Crossing: New Horizons review and buy now from Amazon.

Fire Emblem: Three Houses

And there was us thinking Awakening was Fire Emblem’s big push for the mainstream… With Three Houses, Intelligent Systems handed the reins over to Koei Tecmo, for the most part, who then delivered an absolute epic of a strategy RPG. Its scale is at once personal and vast, its characters winningly human and the best bit, for older players of the series, is that the strategy is as satisfying as it’s ever been. An absolute triumph.

Want to read more? See our full Fire Emblem: Three Houses review and buy now from Amazon.

Astral Chain

Is this Platinum’s most loveable game? It’s a pocket-sized masterpiece, anyway, offering skipping-rope combat and a police procedural-world in which you hunt for clues but also put away litter and help out a mascot dog bag at the station. Effortlessly quirky and filled with delights, this is an action game with endless charm, and it feels perfect on Nintendo’s oddball console.

Want to read more? See our full Astral Chain review and buy now from Amazon.

Overcooked 2

The first Overcooked is just as essential a pick here, really, because the core premise is just the same: chaos with friends. The Switch is only half a console without its brilliant take on portable multiplayer, and Overcooked 2 is probably the best example of it. A game about food assembly under pressure where each player’s role is essential to your chances, it’s a classic of party-gaming comedy full of intense frustration, intense reward, and often a mighty good laugh. It’s also family friendly, if you can manage to bite your tongue.

Want to read more? See our full Overcooked 2 review and buy now from Amazon.

Ring Fit Adventure

Nintendo turns exercise into an RPG and creates a game that can be merrily binged while you slowly tone yourself up. Beautiful peripherals and a wonderful fantasy setting are backed up with lovely, witty writing and a thoughtful spin on home work-outs. Just remember to stock up on smoothies.

Want to read more? See our full Ring Fit Adventure review and buy now from Amazon.

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[benwhlshaws]

ok so this is just a rambly overview over what has happened (sam wise) over the seasons so its maybe a little bit easier when keep blabbing @ u abt him 😂

i will try not to go on tangents ehhh 😬😬

sorry for the salty tone in advance

s1: ok sam is at college & lives with jess, dean comes to him after they havent seen each other in 2/3/4 years and says they gotta find john bc he didnt come home from a hunting trip, sam reluctantly says yes to one case but only if theyll be back in time for his law school interview (☹️ oh child), they do the case, sam comes home to jess burning on the ceiling like his mum, and him & dean hit the road to Find Dad and Kill The Demon.

during all this sam starts to get visions of bad things happening in the future and everyones Concerned, they eventually find dad but fail to kill the demon and dean gets fatally injured.

s2: john makes a deal with azazel (the demon that killed mary and jess) to save dean and Dies (& gets sent to hell), sam and dean are Sad (this is tangent worthy but i Won’t right now)

note worthy middle season things are that sam gets possessed by a demon that makes him do horrible stuff in one ep and in another the first girl he has sex with after jess turns out to be a werewolf and he has to shoot her (Fun!), oh and before john died he told dean he might have to kill sam if he starts going rogue (bc john knows abt sam’s mysterious gifts), dean eventually tells sam abt it and sam is Horrified obvs, season ends with azazel kidnapping sam and other kids with Gifts and sam finds out he was fed demon blood as a baby, sam gets killed and dies in deans arms, dean makes a crossroads deal to bring him back and gets one year of life left

oh and they open hells gates and john gets out and is just Normal Dead (yay) but also lots of dark stuff (not yay)

s3: sam is Upset and tries to find a way to get dean out of the deal, katie cassidy’s Ruby appears and says she can help, mid season stuff notable mention for an ep in which the trickster makes sam watch dean die every day for abt 100 days and then lets sam live 6 months without him just for Fun (dean doesnt remember any of this but sam does), anyway they fail at saving dean and sam has to watch him get ripped apart by hellhounds

s4: i mean u watched this but still 😂, dean crawls out of his grave, cas gets introduced, sam has been hanging out with ruby and starts drinking her demon blood bc it gives him the power to exorcise and kill demons without harming their vessel, also the demon lilith (she sent dean to hell so sam has a revenge boner for her too lbr) wants to start the apocalypse by breaking 66 seals and sam has the power to kill her (hot powerful babe that he is 🔥😏), the angels manipulate the living hell out of Everyone and LOTS OF FIGHTING HAPPENS. also dean finds out he broke the first seal when he started torturing in hell (everyone loves forgetting that but Ok) anyway

when dean finds out sam is addicted to demon blood, him and bobby lock him in the panic room without food or water or comforting words but :-))) (i’m not mad at all). then CASTIEL (another guilty party maybe?? HMMM??) lets sam out so he can find ruby and go kill lilith, which he does and ends up breaking the final seal and frees lucifer (which no one knew would happen except for the angels and ruby & dean was abt to do the same thing literally minutes before he found out the truth LOL)

this season is so crazy tangent worthy but i’ll save it for the Actual Post

s5: sams guilt and self hatred is HIIIIIGH and dean does nothing to help that and the rest of the world loves reminding him hes Evil incarnate as well :-) but ok,

dean finds out hes michael’s vessel and sam finds out hes lucifer’s, lots of archangel and other mid season stuff happens, season ends with sam saying yes to lucifer so he can jump into the pit to hell and trap him in there with him, therefore saving the world and all of humanity bc he is a hero thanks for listening to my Ted Talk

s6: dean has been living with lisa and her son ben for a year, it turns out sam is alive but Different, oh damn! he’s soulless! (and sassy sexy Fun 😎) and his (pure gentle) soul is still in hell with lucifer (💔😭)

dean and cas get his soul back but its so damaged (😔) that putting it back into sam would kill him so they ask death to build a wall between the two (no idea how this all rlly works its been a while since i watched this), soul is back in sam, forgot how the season ends but not that important anyway

s7: sam’s soul hell wall thing breaks and he’s dying and ill and sick and sad and everythings awful and he has hallucinations of lucifer telling him insidious horrible stuff and making him doubt reality and dean and everything and its very upsetting to me thanks,

umm forgot how the season REALLY ends but basically sam sees dean die (dean is actually in purgatory BUT SAM DOESNT KNOW THAT)

s8: my memories are hazy at best but i remember the Basic stuff,

its one year later and dean is out of purgatory and somehow him and sam find each other, sam has been living off the grid and found a gf and a dog after grieving dean, dean finds this to be the most heinous of crimes and Hates sam for it (bc u didnt look for me sam!!! and u had a cushy life while i was fighting for mine in purgatory!!! HOW DARE YOU BE HAPPY WITHOUT ME) and the guilt tripping is outta control this season woooohoooo,

anyway idr why but one of them has to take on The Trials (bc it does smth important for them i dont remember why lmao) and sam wants to do them,

stuff happens and they make sam sick and weak and Sad but they also purify his blood so hes desperate for them bc he’s felt awful and unclean all his life and its Upsetting. season ends with the final trial aka The Ultimate Sacrifice which means death and sam’s like yes! death! here for it 100%! and dean’s like no! why? and sam’s like lol i’m horrible and useless and a liability and all i do is let u down and i wanna die! :-)

dean convinces him not to (in a crap way imho BUT)

s9: sams fatally ill and just. wants. to dieeee and gadreel (an arch?angel) tells dean that he could possibly heal sam if he lets him possess sam and Dean Says ‘sam would rather die than ever let anything possess him again’ aaaand then says yes to gadreel :-)

and sam’s alright but has no clue how it happened and keeps losing time and is fucked up over it and dean lies to him and says everythings A Okay

oh and gadreel kills kevin with sam’s body and sam has nightmares abt it

this somehow resolves itself (not in a satisfying way for me of course but when do things ever) but i dont rlly have the deets for the rest of the season

s10-s12: honestly i basically dont know much, somehow dean has the so called mark of cain on his arm which makes him Awful and Horrible and he says things to sam that are Unbelievable and make me Furious

also at some point dean turns into a literal demon, not for super long though i think

sam is a strong kind and beautiful bean during all of this

mary is there somewhere too somehow and lucifer stuff and the list goes on but you know SHRUG

s13: lucifer’s baby is born! a nephilim! idk how it works age wise but hes in the body of a cute young man called jack and hes a cinnamon roll and sam treats him so fatherly and gently and with so much compassion and it makes me Feel and they have an adorable gorgeous relationship! also dean is a giant Dickwad to jack :-) fun!

oh omg lucifer gets killed in the finale and i fucking hope its final and forever bc I AM OVER IT!!!!

thats the VERY basic stuff and i apologise that its so long... im sorry ur indulging me how do u cope

also i love u and the only person cuter than sam is You 🤗💘💖💕💓