#that’s gotta be some intense potato

[palavapeite]

Listening to my wife playing an alleged farming simulator and I have to say

I have some doubts.

#are there usually dungeons to loot #how does playing blackjack against a pirate come into it #are you supposed to yell fuck me before slamming down on the keys like it’s the end of the world #that’s gotta be some intense potato

[kenntolog]

Oh oh! I want to tag in!! I’m not entirely sure if this is something you’re comfortable with, but since cool bf Sukuna loser gf reader takes place in university, I think I’d be super cool seeing sukuna get wasted and being so soft to reader and just loving her while she’s all flustered and maybe on the verge of tears cause she feels so loved (not that she didn’t before, but sukuna is like, being extra about it you know?), thought it be cute!!

𝝑𝝔 an: hey sweet anon!! this is indeed very cute and charming so i hope you enjoy my interpretation!! read more ab cool bf sukuna x loser gf reader here! wc: throwing up, drinking.

cool boyfriend sukuna is so wasted he loses his filter completely, his affectionate nature that was sealed deep inside of him, threatening to break out only for his loser girlfriend, finally free of it’s restraints.

“you’re always so good t’me, baby,” he mumbles, face snug in the juncture between your neck and shoulder, and in any other setting in would’ve been very very sweet, but not when he’s laying on top of you by the entrance of your place, having lost his balance when trying to get out of his shoes.

“‘kunaa~ d’you wanna maybe get up?” you whine, trying to move him off.

“i’ll stay where i want,” he lifts his head up, a frown appearing on his face before he visibly stiffens. you eye him warily before you realise that he’s probably going to throw up and it’s gonna be all over you if he doesn’t move.

thankfully, sukuna has mercy and quickly moves away from you, standing up and running to the bathroom, and soon enough you hear him groaning in pain and agony. you rub his back through it all, cringing at the way he still manages to curse in between choking on his own vomit, and lift him up making him drink some water and get ready to wash his teeth.

he’s still very much drunk, now uncharacteristically quiet as he stares at you through the mirror while brush his teeth carefully. he’s probably capable of doing it himself, you think, but you don’t think he should let go of the sink’s edge, still swaying a bit from side to side.

since you’re focused on brushing his teeth so you don’t notice his half-lidded gaze on you until you’re done, instructing him to spit out the excess toothpaste.

“let’s get you to bed, ‘kuna,” you mumble, shy under his intense gaze, and tug him by his arm gently, leading him out of the bathroom.

sukuna falls on the bed like a sack of potatoes, pulling you down along with himself as he sighs in delight.

“g’night, baby.” he mutters, holding you close to his chest, but you chuckle nervously, trying to get out of his hold instead since you still had to change and do your routine before sleep. “where the hell are you goin’?”

“i gotta change and wash—”

“no, i can’t sleep without you, baby,” he pouts and you can barely keep your face intact to not give away your bewilderment because this is a revelation for you. his arms tighten around you a little as he glares at you sleepily.

“it’ll take just a couple of minutes, ‘kuna,” you attempt to negotiate once again. he stares at you for a few seconds before groaning and sitting up.

“‘m comin’ with you.”

you sigh, suppressing your growing smile, but don’t resist and let him tug you both into your bathroom.

———————

“you don’t even have to do all this shit,” sukuna complains quietly now that he’s settled: head heavy on your shoulder with arms wrapped around your middle as he blinks slowly and yawns occasionally.

you don’t give him an answer, busy with the last step of your routine, before you feel him breathing you in slightly, lips nipping on the skin of your neck.

“you’re the prettiest girl in the world for me,” he mutters simply, kissing your jaw and cheek as his hands rub up and down your sides soothingly. you feel your face heat up when his eyes lock with yours through the mirror, your flustered state now more visible. “the best girl in the world.”

“s’kuna,” you mumble, looking down at your hands so that he doesn’t see your cheeks dusting with the embarrassing pink.

he ignores you, fingers clasping around yours as he pulls you out of the bathroom and to your bed. once again, sukuna drags you into the bed with himself, covering you both with your blanket.

“my girl,” he sighs with a sleepy grin and cups your face with both hands, leaning in to place a kiss on your nose and lips. “took care of me so well t’night.”

you almost whine in embarrassment, hiding your face in his chest so sukuna doesn’t see the way your bottom lip juts out and eyes get watery as you try your best to not sniffle so much. the amount of love you feel from him is so overwhelming you start feeling stupid for the way you don’t know whether to laugh in delight or cry from the softness.

“love you so much.”

“love you too, ‘kuna.”

+ bonus!

“were you cryin’ into my chest?”

“n-no, why’d you say that?”

“you totally were, loser.”

“sukuna!”

#— miya writes! #sukuna x you #sukuna ryomen x you #sukuna ryomen x reader #jjk sukuna #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna jujutsu kaisen #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #cool bf sukuna x loser gf reader

[sissylittlefeather]

How the Web Was Woven: Chapter 6

A/N: I'm sorry this one took so long! I have a hard time writing sometimes, but y'all keep me inspired and I thank you for it. ICYMI, this is the time travel/soulmate AU with Elvis and a fem!reader.

Need to catch up? Here's my Masterlist.

Special thanks to @ccab for loving this series so much that I can't abandon it. This one's for you, baby.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, AND DRINKING, POSSIBLE ALCOHOLISM, and ANGSTTTTTT

Word count: ~3.5k

There's no way he's leaving you now. Not like this.

******

When your alarm goes off the next morning you roll over and groan, turning it off haphazardly. Elvis has been awake for a while, watching you sleep. He knows today might be rough for you, but he has a question that's burning in his mind and just won't go away. Seeing you last night has him worried about your wellbeing.

"You alright, honey?"

"Mmm. No." You groan and snuggle into his chest. Your hangover has your head pounding and your stomach rolling over. You want nothing more than to sleep in his arms for the next 24 hours, but he seems determined to wake you up.

"You need food. Come on." He tries to get you out of the bed, but you don't move.

"Later. I need sleep."

"Y/n, it's almost noon." You laugh.

"So much for my 10:30 class."

"Come on, honey. We gotta get up."

"Why??" You whine and snuggle under the covers again.

"Because we need to talk." This gets your attention. It doesn't sound like he has a good talk in mind. Has he had enough of you? You should've known this was coming. You've been a mess for almost two years now. It makes sense that he would notice it and want to cut ties as soon as possible. Making a portal will be difficult if he doesn't love you or even like you anymore. You sit up and grimace.

"Talk about what?"

"Let's just go get some food." Somehow, you manage to slink out of bed and get some clothes on. You know you must look terrible, but you don't care. It matches the way you feel, both physically and emotionally. He's not even gone yet and you already miss him.

About twenty minutes later, you find yourself in a booth at a local breakfast place and he waits for you to finish as many fried potatoes as you can stomach before he comes back to his question.

"Y/n, I told you we need to talk about something."

"I know. You're ready to leave and never come back, aren't you?"

"What? No. The exact opposite. I'm worried about you."

"About me? Why?"

"Are you happy?"

"Right now?" You look around the restaurant and consider your current level of happiness.

"No. When I'm not here. Are you... are you okay?" You look down at your hands. So he has picked up on the fact that you're not doing so great. You think for a long time before you answer him. Should you be honest and tell him that you've been miserable every day for almost two years? Or should you act like everything is fine, so he'll go back through the portal to his own life? You look back up into his eyes and know you can't lie.

"No. I'm not." He grabs your hand where it sits on the table and watches as your eyes fill with tears.

"That's what I was afraid of. It's my fault isn't it?" He rubs small circles on the back of your hand.

"No, Elvis it's not you. I just should never have left you alone. I know how much it hurt you. I'll regret it forever." A single tear slides down your cheek.

"Honey, no. You had to go. We didn't know any other way. I understand that. I don't blame you for anything." He stands up and scoots in next to you on your side of the booth as the tears start to stream down your face and your shoulders quake with the intensity of your sadness. You feel his arm wrap around you and he holds you as tightly as he can without hurting you. You cry and cry into his chest and it feels like all the pain from the last two years finally has some release.

He holds you and looks at the ceiling trying not to let his own tears fall. His resolve to never leave you gets stronger and stronger. How could he when he knows how badly you need him?

******

You spend the next week together and slowly you start to feel better. His presence is reassuring and almost healing. Knowing that he's forgiven you does wonders for your depression. Still, every time he ignores a portal, a small part of you worries that he might be missing his last chance. You know he has to go back. He has to become the man the world knows. And as much as you want to keep him here, you know he can't stay forever.

On Friday, one of your friends invites you to a party at his house. Elvis is nervous about you drinking again, but he agrees to come along just to be with you. Before you head over, your friends come over to pre-party like always. The shots of Fireball start to go around again and Elvis throws back two just to try to ease his nerves about how the night will go. He has a bad feeling, for some reason, but the Fireball helps.

By the time you get to the party, you're both pretty relaxed and ready to have a good time. You stay together and mingle with the other party guests. When you decide it's time for a second drink, though he tries to stop you gently.

"Y/n, are you sure? Remember how you felt on Monday?" You stop and look up at him surprised.

"I'm sorry; are you my dad now?" He rolls his eyes as you walk away to get another drink. He follows close behind you.

"No, I'm just sayin' maybe you don't really wanna do this again." He steps in between you and the bar. "You know I love you. I just want what's best for you."

"Ha. Okay. How about this: I'll listen to you when you start listening to me about leaving." The alcohol in your system makes you brazen. You can't ignore it anymore.

"That is not the same at all, honey."

"Except it is. I know what's best for you, you know what's best for me. Now, let me get a drink, please." The thought of sending him through the portal inspires you to drink even more, but you know it has to be done. Maybe if you push him away now, it'll be easier for both of you. He steps out of the way to let you walk up to the bar. To your surprise, he gets himself another two shots of Fireball. This may not end well for either of you. When you get away from the bar, he puts his arm around your waist and pulls you in close. You think back to your earlier plan to push him away. Despite the unbelievable comfort you find in his embrace, you know now is the time.

"You know, you don't always have to stay with me. You can walk around and talk to people. I'm fine." He looks down into your face, shocked.

"Doll, I'm perfectly happy to stay right here. Fore-"

"Don't say it." You interrupt him before he can. This whole situation is breaking your heart and you just need him to get it over with and go. Before either of you can say anything else though, your friend, Zach, that lives at the house calls to him.

"John! What's up, man?" He pats him on the back and shakes his hand. Elvis quickly rearranges his face to hide everything he's feeling as a result of your conversation. Sometimes you forget he's such a talented performer, but watching him change like this brings it all back to you.

They chat for a bit about music, since Zach was present for Elvis's karaoke success and he plays the guitar himself. Somehow the conversation ends with Zach fetching two guitars from his bedroom.

"Hey, yo, cut the music!" Zach hollers to no one in particular. The party music stops and the jam session begins. Luckily, Zach is an Elvis fan and there's a good number of songs they can play together. When Elvis starts to sing, you notice something you haven't before: the other girls. He certainly has their attention as they stand in various states of attraction. Some giggle, some blush, and some simply stand with their mouths slightly open. You look back at him and he's eating it up. Maybe it's the alcohol, but maybe it's just who he is. You shouldn't be surprised. You've read about him and his ways with women. It's different to see it in action when he's supposed to be with you, though. A few of them come close to him and sit down around him and he sings directly to them with a flirty smile. When he winks at your friend Stephanie, you turn away and head to the bar. There's only one guy back there, since everyone else is busy watching the music taking place in the living room.

"What're you drinkin'?"

"I don't care. Give me a shot of anything."

"A girl after my own heart." He smiles and you notice he's actually really cute with his round blue eyes and sandy brown hair fixed in a faux hawk. You take the shot that he hands you and smile in return.

"Thanks. I'm y/n." You reach out to shake his hand and he kisses yours gently.

"I'm Jeff. Pleased to make your acquaintance." He's a little dorky, but you're kind of into it.

"You're not an Elvis fan, I take it?" He asks.

"Ha, no that's not exactly... I just... it's hard to explain."

"No worries. We can talk about something else. What's the best concert you've ever been to?"

Your conversation continues while Elvis plays in the living room. He looks up from the throng of girls that has gathered around him to try to find you, but you're nowhere to be found. He turns back to Zach and hands him the guitar.

"Thanks, that was fun. I've gotta find my girl, though." The party music starts back up and the girls close in on him to try to get him to dance, or more, but he gently brushes them off. He's getting more and more nervous about your whereabouts. When he finds you, you're doing another shot with Jeff. After you finish it, you lean your head on his shoulder and laugh. You've had more than enough alcohol and you're clearly not thinking straight. Elvis stands there in shock for a good thirty seconds before he walks up to you.

"Are you having fun?"

"Oh shit, it's my boyfriend." You giggle and pop your head up.

"Something like that." He wraps his arm around you and pulls you over to him. "Come on, it's time to go."

"Maybe I don't want to leave. Maybe I want to stay here with Jeff." You gesture to the guy at the bar. Elvis's eyes burn with something you haven't seen before. It's a kind of possessive anger and jealousy and you should know not to push him. But you're drunk and sad and want to push him away, so you double down. "Maybe you should take one of your fangirls home."

"Oh shit." Jeff says and laughs out loud. Elvis turns to him and grabs the front of his shirt.

"Give me an excuse, fucker." This sobers you significantly and you step in between them facing Elvis.

"Babe, don't. Okay? I'll go with you." You almost called him Elvis in front of all these people, but you caught it at the last second. Still, the pet name seems to pull him back down to earth and soften him. He lets go of Jeff's shirt and puts his arm around your shoulders.

"Let's get the hell outta here." He guides you to the exit, forgetting that you drove and shouldn't drive home. He digs your keys out of your purse and gets you settled in the front seat. Then, he slides into your seat behind the steering wheel. He knows how to drive a car, obviously, but this is not any kind of car he's familiar with. It takes him a good ten minutes, but he eventually figures out the push-button start and how to adjust your mirrors and seat with the electric controls. While he's doing all of that, all you can do is look out the window and cry quietly. You know what needs to happen tonight. And more importantly, you know what you're sending him back to. Or rather, who you're sending him back to. He'll fall in love a few times and none of them will be with you. And then he'll get married. That won't be you either. You can't live like this anymore. You have to let him go. And the very thought of that damn near breaks you.

"Hon? What's wrong?" He's finally figured out how to drive your car and noticed that you're crying.

"You have to leave. Tonight."

"What the hell? Because of the other girls? Look, I'm sorry about that. But I don't want any of them. I don't want anyone but you." He reaches out and touches your face and it just makes you cry harder.

"No, not because of that."

"Then let's just forget about it. I'm not going anywhere." You ride the rest of the way in silence with his hand in yours, tears still sliding down your face.

Finally, you get back to your house and you've managed to stop crying. He comes around to your side to help you out of the car. You're so exhausted from the events of the evening that he half-carries you to your room.

When you make it inside, you stand in your room just looking at each other. He leans down and kisses your mouth gently. You grab the back of his neck and pull him into a deeper kiss, putting every emotion you're feeling into the movement of your tongue against his. He snakes his arms around your waist and holds you close, pushing your hips into his. You feel his erection growing and swallow the lump in your throat. He pulls back and looks into your eyes.

"You're not too drunk for this?"

"I'm really not. I promise." He sees how clear your eyes are and knows you're telling the truth, so he goes back to kissing you. You know you'll need to have sex with him to do what needs to be done. But the fact that this is probably the last time you will hits you squarely in your chest and settles there.

He pulls your shirt up and over your head and you do the same with his. He presses his chest to yours and puts his hands behind your back to undo your bra. For the first time, he manages to get it off all by himself.

"Ah ha! I got it!" He's so excited that he tosses your bra to the side and lifts you so that your legs are wrapped around his waist. You grab onto him and hold him a little too tightly. He lays you down on the bed, climbing in next to you, and puts his hand on the side of your face.

"Doll, what's wrong? Please tell me." You search for something you can tell him that won't give away your plan.

"I'm just sad again. Ignore me."

"You know I can't do that. Do you not want to do this?"

"No! I want to! I need it. Please." He remembers how you were there for him when he needed you and nods.

"Just tell me if you want me to stop." He runs his hand down your neck to your chest, massaging your breast gently. Then, he keeps going down to your hip, pulling you into him. He kisses down your neck and slides his hand under your pants and down to your center. Teasing your entrance with his finger, he gathers some of the wetness gathered there and begins to massage your clit. You moan softly and your hips buck forward into his hand.

"Does that feel good, baby?"

"God, yes."

"Good. I just wanna make you feel good tonight." You whimper as he pulls his hand out to unbutton your jeans and slide them down your legs and off. He makes his way back up to your center, pressing hot kisses to your legs along the way. When he gets back up to the place where your thighs come together, he presses a kiss to you through your panties. He pulls them off too and pushes his mouth onto you, settling his tongue on your clit. He licks up each side and then begins to move over and around it in the way that only he can.

"Yes! Elvis!" You moan loudly and run your fingers through his hair.

"That's my good girl." He says it quickly and goes back to licking you. You feel the pressure of your orgasm gathering in your center as he laps at you, moving down to slide his tongue into your slit periodically. Finally, he slips two fingers into you and pushes them in and out quickly while he tightens his tongue and drags it over your clit repeatedly.

"Oh God! I'm gonna come!" You whisper breathlessly.

"Do it, baby, come for me. I wanna feel you." Just as he ends his sentence, you feel the burst of your orgasm take off and reverberate across your body.

"Ohhhhhh, fuck, yes." You moan through gritted teeth as you pulse around his fingers. He smiles and kisses your clit one last time before taking his pants off.

The thing that's settled in your chest threatens to come screaming out of you and you feel the tears begin to gather again. As he climbs back up your body, you grab him and pull him into a kiss, hoping you can distract him from the fact that you're almost crying again. You press your forehead to his with your eyes closed and whisper.

"Make love to me, Elvis." He pulls back and looks you in the eye. Something is wrong and he knows it.

"Do you know how much I love you, y/n?"

You nod and lose control of the tears as they run down your cheeks. "You're sure this is what you want?"

"Yes, please. I need to know you love me." He lines his cock up with your entrance and pushes into you slowly. When he fills you fully, he pulls back and slides into you again.

"I love you more than I ever thought was possible." He kisses your cheek and thrusts into you again. "I love you so much that I don't even feel like I'm fully myself without you." Your voice catches in your throat.

"Please don't say that."

"Y/n, I love you with everything that I am." He continues to push into you slowly, picking up speed with each thrust. You grab him and hold him tightly while he moves against you. You wrap your legs around him and try to get as close to him as possible. If you could, you'd melt into him completely and stay with him forever. But you can't and you know that. So instead you hold him and cry silently as he drives into you as gently and lovingly as possible.

"I'm gettin' close, doll." You nod and he kisses the tears on your cheeks. He begins to pump in and out faster before he reaches his climax and moans loudly, shuddering into you. He pulls out of you and rolls over, cradling you against his chest.

When you hear the buzzing sound, you squeeze him tight and then stand up. Your hands are shaking and the tears continue to flow.

"Get up, Elvis. You have to get dressed."

"What? No. I told you-"

"Do you want to go through naked?!" You yell at him and he stands up ready to fight you on this.

"I'm not going! I'm staying here with you forever, y/n! I can't leave you. You're the love of my life."

"No. I'm not. You have to go back to her. You have to get married and be a dad. I can't take those things from you." You toss him his pants and he puts them on without thinking.

"Then I'll marry you. I'll have babies with you. That's what I want anyway!"

"You can't. Elvis, God, I'm so sorry. I'm so so so sorry. You know I will always love you, right?"

"Sorry? Sorry for what?"

"For this." You shove the rest of his uniform into his hands and push on his chest with both hands as hard as you can. You manage to catch him off guard just enough and he stumbles backwards, falling through the portal.

"Nooo!!" You hear him yell as he disappears.

The portal closes with a pop.

You fall to the floor and sob openly.

******

Back in 1960, Elvis falls backwards onto the floor of the train station and scrambles into the bathroom. He manages to get his uniform back on and then slides down the wall, tears streaming down his face.

What will happen to you without him?

Will he ever see you again?

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Will there be a next chapter?

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[the-possum-writes]

I loved the fire fin stuff you wrote, Can you write more headcannons about him and the reader trying to keep finn distracted while also trying to turn him back, pls

Subdue the Flame

➼Character: Fire Finn (Finn Mertens)

➼Tags (warnings): headcanons, canon typical violence, gender neutral reader, mentions of servitude, sloppy kisses, misogynistic comments

➼Synopsis: Fire Finn headcanons about distracting him in a fight during the Elemental special.

➼With the fire citizens heading for the Candy Kingdom it's up to you and Lsp to try and de-escalate the situation, mainly with you trying to defeat Flame Princess's newest champion while Lsp retrieves the jewel from Princess Bubblegum.

➼"Are you sure you can handle him? I mean he already beat you once, it’s like a more intense version of Finn... It’s lumpin hot." Lsp mutters as the two of you scout the area.

"Yeah, we just gotta improvise a bit. At least knock him off his sense until I use my secret weapon and defeat his hot headed butt for good!"

"You sound way too eager about this. But no dude you got it all wrong! the real Finn is still in there somewhere you just gotta play into his hero heart ya know? pull one of those 'I know the real you is in there somewhere' kind of speech."

It's hard not to roll your eyes at Lsp's dramatics, but if she's trying to tell you to solve things pacifically first, then sure why not. Like don’t get me wrong, of course saving Finn is a priority but knowing this prick fire version of him, it’s gonna take more than heartily speeches to subdue him.

"By all means, be my guest."

➼It goes as expected, Fire Finn just walks past her spewing something about war drums and threatens to slice her down if she tries to stop him. This is where you come in.

➼You're the only one who can confront Fire Finn either cause you're physically strong enough to match him in a fight or you have the mental fortitude to deal with the stuff he'll say in hopes of saving him.

➼Like, the guy was pulled in and created in a toxic and violent environment so that leads me to believe he's bound to say some hurtful things and make fun of you with low hanging fruit. For example, if you're a gal (or female presenting) he'll spew some misogynic comments about how he's biologically stronger "You don't stand a chance against me, I'm all hardcore muscle." or "You'll regret leaving your sewing room this morning."

➼If not, he'll still boast about how he's stronger than you and will wipe your face on the dirt.

➼Uses insults too. Mainly stuff like: nerd, loser, mouth breather, girlie, wimp, roach, useless scum, motherless bastard, to think of a few.

➼I don't know if he'll fight honorably (since the other fighters have kinda roman gladiator inspired designs) or fight dirty, but now that I think about it he'll most likely do the latter. He'll kick you in the shins and throw sand at your eyes, that's how he gets the upper hand when fighting you.

➼Dominant, ruthless and a huge show off. Overtime he gets too cocky.

"You're too much of a wimp, I bet I can beat you with nothing but my hands."

➼To mock you further he kicks away your bag and your main weapon but not without stabbing his own sword into the ground before approaching you with cracked knuckles, wrestling you into the ground as he continues to belittle you- albeit with suggestive undertones. "Once we're done with these candy nerds they'll be nothing left but cinders and ash. Maybe then I'll take you back to the fire kingdom as my personal training dummy... All for myself~"

➼You don't know if you're reading too much into this whole fight, but It's now that the physical contact makes sense. He tightens his hold on you, purposely grabbing you where you're most sensitive (that would make you blush any other day) before tossing you around like a sack of potatoes, the pain is real but it started giving you an idea.

➼If there's one mistake he's actively making it's that he's completely underestimated you and your brain power that compensates your lack of extra brawn to beat him on a one on one.

➼"Oh woo is me, you're obviously the better opponent. Might as well start getting used to serving you as you deserve." you cry out, causing Fire Finn to quirk a nonexistent eyebrow. He grips your hair by the back of your head, purposely raising you to his eye level.

➼"And how would you start serving me?" He asks, suspicious of your change of attitude but quickly allured by the promise of servitude.

➼You momentarily lick your lips, it's subtle but hypes you up for what's to come. "Like this," and you lean forward to kiss the fire elemental on the lips completely unprompted. It's a risky move, and considering Fire Finn isn't returning the kiss you're 90% certain that he's gonna slap or throw you away but the second you attempt to remove yourself from him he instead tightens his hold on your hair and pushes you back into his eager mouth, opening it up as his tongue dwells all around yours in unexpected wanton. You try your best to reprocitate but he's completely controlling in this situation as well, now holding your face with both hands as he gives you the sloppiest kiss you've ever had.

➼Underestimating how sharp his teeth are, you cut your tongue on it and has you groaning at the unpleasant metallic taste in your mouth, fidgeting in the spot as you try to pull yourself from his hold but it only served to rile him up further, running his tongue over the wound.

He eventually pulls you away to catch his breath, completely devouring your breaths as you exhale to take in the fresh air.

➼His reaction is more enthusiastic than you expected. In fact it's his crazed expression that ultimately snapped you out of your foggy daze, immediately taking advantage of his unguarded walls and you kick him where he counts.

➼Now he's the one falling like a sack of potatoes.

➼You suddenly rush to your discarded backpack as you hear him shout angrily behind you.

"YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT! I WILL MAKE IT TORTUROUS FOR YOU! I WON'T REMOVE MY HANDS FROM YOU UNTIL YOUR WAILING AND BEGGING FOR RELEASE BY THE TIP OF MY SWORD!"

➼There's no time to ponder what kind of punishment he's talking about since he's immediately back on his feet and just a few steps away from you, but the second you grab your hidden weapon it's over for this fire elemental. You pull out a plastic water gun and spray it all over Fire Finn, watching him shout in agony as he steps back as you blast him into submission until he lays beaten on the ground. "This is why you need a safe word my dude." You finally spew a well deserved taunt.

➼And to make matters worse and more humiliating for the fire kin, you snap a fireproof collar around his neck, courtesy of Wizard Betty.

"What is this contraption?!"

"It's a little something from a friend, a temporary solution until we find out how to turn you back to normal."

➼With a sigh, you sit back as you watch the fallen warrior attempt to rip out the collar only for it's safety mechanism to activate and spray him with cool water, like one of those automatic car window things.

"I DEMAND YOU RELEASE ME!!"

"You're not in a spot to make demands my dude, so unless you wanna turn into a popsicle you'll have to follow me." You eventually stand up with a more nonchalant attitude compared to earlier, still wincing a bit since your safety now doesn't take away that Fire Finn pulled a heavy number on you.

"I'LL KILL YOU!" He threatens, but the collar activated again before he could lay his blue hands on your neck.

"Maybe, if you say please~?"

"DIE!"

#adventure time x reader #adventure time imagines #finn mertens x reader #finn the human #finn the human x reader #adventure time

[cerastes]

hey, i'm planning to get armored core 6 despite never playing any of those games before and since you seem pretty knowledgeable about them i was wondering if you have any tips for someone totally new to the series?

Sorry for the super late answer!

The first thing I can tell you about Armored Core is that you have to get comfy because half of the game is high speed intense high octane combat, and the other half is accounting. Brother, I know how much you want to go back to the part where rifles go bang and swords go swoosh and you have enough Gs on your body that you could passably cosplay a plate of mashed of potatoes, but you gotta do the Excel spreadsheet part, too.

It's really not as bad as it seems, and once it clicks, you know exactly what to look for. But if you want to get all the juice out of the tenga, you have to sit down and take a deep gander at how the systems click. Once you do, trust me on this one, an endless horizon of options will stretch before you because that's when you'll know exactly how to tailor your big death machine to your exact specifications and playstyle. It's deep, but also deeply rewarding!

Next up, something universally useful in Armored Core: Turning Speed. If you can mod, upgrade, or otherwise improve your "Turning Speed" (or equivalent) stat, crank that up as often as you can. It's always a powerful tool, it's always very useful, it's never superfluous. This ties in to the next point:

Your strongest weapon is your camera. When fighting other ACs, player controlled or otherwise, your strongest tool, throughout the games, has been to keep your opponent in your camera, and to stay out of your opponent's camera. Movement is huge in Armored Core, you need to move so as to 1) keep your enemy in your sights, 2) stay out of your enemy's sights, and 3) line up shots. We call this "lining up a vector" or "keeping the enemy in a vector". What this means is that you want to set up your enemy in such a way that they are moving in a direct vector relative to you -- directly towards you or away from you -- so that your shot with stronger, single shot weaponry will land and deal significant damage. You set up this vector while also trying to not be 'caught' in one yourself, and as you may think, this is hard, because if they are in your vector, you are in most situations also in theirs. So, the solution? Be outside of their camera while they are in yours. Can't shoot what they aren't aiming at, right? This is a lot to take in, I know, but you don't have to commit all of this to execution off rip, just keep it in mind, develop your playstyle and learn naturally with this in the back of your head until it clicks and you start being able to see, through your own playstyle, how it is you'll do that.

One final thing I want to recommend is that you don't fall for the allure of The Big Damage Number without considering other factors. Especially when learning, you want to make a balanced build: Have your single shot strong weapons, like a grenade launcher or sniper rifle, paired with a weaker but easier to land weapon, like assault rifles or machine guns, and compliment this further with some sort of auxiliary tool or weapon, like flares that give you leeway, or missiles that can put further pressure on your enemy. In general, when starting out their Armored Core journey, I recommend to people the following loadout: Grenade launcher, assault rifle, laser sword, missile launcher. This is a well rounded toolkit that'll keep you effective at most ranges, and more importantly, will reveal to you, your own preferences. Once you become a super Newtype ace pilot fuckhouse, you'll doubtlessly make your own deathkaiser machine with quadruple railguns or missileboats or pure melee builds, but to get to that point where you know exactly what you want to do, a balanced build helps in letting you learn where your heart leans, what kind of movement-to-bulk ratio works best for you, which weapons are your favorite, etc.

#kurozu501 #armored core

[toastedwrittenthoughts]

Just a thought...

So I know we haven't had a drag race yet, and I would just like to say that technically, we have met the leaders of the future Pink Ladies, Frenchy and Rizzo but WHAT IF, when we finally do get to see the race, that that is where we meet the future TBirds?

Like, imagine Gil and Richie getting ready to race, or just walking around, checking out the competition/cars and they see two boys, a few years younger than them, looking over their signature TBird car? 

Walking over, they greet them make a few comments about their jackets, talk cars, tell them that they are part of a group from Rydell High and when the warning for the race is about to begin, they introduce themselves before parting ways? 

Richie reaches out to the dark haired one. "Im Richie." 

"Im Daniel. Daniel Zuko." They shake as Gil steps forward, twirling keys on his fingers.

"Names Kenickie." The other one would say, still looking over the car. "Who's wheels are these?

"Mine. I'm Gil." He calls as he opens the door, sliding into the drivers seat. "Back up guys. I gotta race to win." Richie would watch as they back up and wave over at Potato and Shy Guy to where they would meet up to watch for the race and its then Danny taps Kenickie on the shoulder when he spots the Pink Ladies walking through the crowd looking gorgeous in their matching jackets and points to them. They gawk, they cant help it.

"Who are they?" Kenickie asks as he and Zuko watch as the other TBirds join up with them. Cynthia would joke around with the guys, Nancy just being intense and full of colourful flair..

"They're the Pink Ladies." Gil says as he pops a stick of gum. "Rydells very own girl gang." They joke around, the girls smile and keep walking through the crowd but two of them look around before locking eyes with em. Jane smiles and winks at Richie who pops his collar while Olivia looks at Gil and undoes her neck scarf to be the flag girl and gets a revved engine out of Gil who returns her flirty smile. Zuko and Kenickie look from them to the TBirds who now seem to stand a little taller.

"Bet they'd be some fun action." Kenickie jokes as he nudges Zuko with his elbow who laughs with him.

Gil revs the car again cutting him off and when Zuko and Kenickie look back at Richie and Gil, gone are the easy going guys. They have a harder look to them, a non verbal warning.

"You think that you guys would have a shot with them?" Richie would sound doubtful and joking at the same time.

"What's to say we don't?" Zuko tossed back looking between them.

"Have a shot?" Gil laughed, looking at Richie who shook his head and pulled out his comb to run it through his hair. "Hey Richie, what's that old saying Shy Guy had when he boxed?"

"You're punching above your weight." Richie supplied and when they didn't seem to get the reference, he simplified it. "They are in a different class than you guys."

"Meaning?"

"You ain't TBirds." Gil states slipping glasses on as cars begin to coast and take positions.

"So?"

"Pink Ladies are OUR ladies. TBird girls. They ain't easy like cheerleaders, you gotta work hard for 'em." Richie looked back at Jane, took a deep breath and let it out. "But damn are they worth it."

"So to get girls like that, we gotta be TBirds?" Zuko asked as Richie hopped in to hitch a ride. He'd hop out when Gil got close to the starting line.

"That's right." Richie nodded, propping his foot up and rested his arm on his upraised knee. "But not just anyone can be a TBird. You gotta earn the jacket first. Then you earn your Lady."

"How do you get a jacket?"

"If your serious about it, come to Rydell and find out." Richie stats as he put on his sunglasses. "Let's go, Gil. Danny, Kenickie... be seeing you around."

Zuko and Kenickie watch as they drive off, looking bad ass. Richie gets out after giving a good luck tap on Gil's shoulder and the side of the car before hauling it to where the gangs are. Zuko watches as Richie sides up to Jane and put his arm around her shoulder while she snuggles up a little to him. Gil gets a smile from Olivia who takes her place to flag the race.

They cheer and freak out in typical TBird fashion when Gil win the race and pulls Olivia over the driver door for a victory kiss.

"We gotta join up with these guys." Zuko would say out loud and Kenickie would nod in agreement.

"Defiantly."

#grease: rise of the pink ladies #richie valdovinos #gill #richie x jane #olivia x gil #shy guy #potato #nancy nakagawa #cynthia zdunowski #danny zuko #kenickie #i have spoken #romance #grease #pink ladies #the tbirds #earn them #flirting

[missmagooglie]

A double date with Buck/Tommy and Eddie/Kim.

Kim is charming.

So is Tommy.

Eddie is grinning from ear to ear, but always seems to be looking anywhere else except meeting Buck's gaze...

... and Buck is giving Eddie the exact same look as when Ana showed up at the firehouse and Ravi made the mistake of uttering the word "wife".

Tommy, at a certain point, manages to get Buck alone and tells him, "You gotta cool it with the way you're eyeballing Eddie. I think you're making Kim uncomfortable." (What he doesn't say is, "you're definitely making me uncomfortable")

And Buck's like, "Well something weird is going on. That woman looks just like Christopher's mother."

Tommy goes, "Lots of people have a type, Buck. It's not that unusual to date someone who kind of looks like an ex"

And poor Buck is like, "No, you don't understand. If I didn't know she was dead, I would swear to you that was Shannon."

And Tommy kind of frowns and says, "How well did you know her? I thought she died not that long after she and Eddie reconnected."

And Buck's like, "I mean, I didn't. Not really. I met her a few times. But, you know, I see her photos all the time when I'm at Eddie's place and Tommy it's weird how much they look the same."

Tommy's been to Eddie's house. He didn't look too closely, but he vaguely remembers asking after a picture of a woman with dark hair and bangs and being told it was Eddie's late wife. Kim is blonde.

The thing is, Tommy knows a red flag when he sees one. And his newly out of the closet boyfriend being weirdly intense about his very close best friend's new girlfriend? That's fucking scarlet.

But they're in the middle of a double date, and Eddie and Kim are probably wondering where they've gone, so now is not the time to open up a conversation about whether this particular red flag is a deal breaker.

So they head back to the table, and everyone is smiling, for the most part, but Buck is still being weird, and Tommy's definitely uncomfortable by this point, and Eddie keeps darting his eyes between the two of them like he desperately wants to know what they were talking about, and Kim seems kind of puzzled at how the energy at the table has taken a turn suddenly, but it's fine. It's fine.

At least, until the waiter clears their plates and asks if they'd like to see a dessert menu and Eddie automatically replies, "What do you think, Sh-"

And he catches himself before he actually says the wrong name, but it is not a graceful recovery. He kind of freezes for a long moment before he clears his throat and forces a grin and says, "Should we see what they have, Kim?"

And Kim tells him, "I don't really like sweets all that much. I'll take a potato chip over a piece of candy any day. But I'm happy to look if you'd like dessert."

Shannon had a sweet tooth. Even when they were really pinching pennies, she'd always reply to the offer of a dessert menu by saying, "Come on, Eddie. It can't hurt to look!" with a playful grin in his direction. And every time, he'd agree to split something knowing he'd only take a bite or two before letting her have the rest.

It takes Eddie just a moment too long to respond, so Tommy's the one who ends up saying, "I think we're good with just the check, thanks."

And technically, no relationships end on that date. But all four of them walk away with some uncomfortable new awareness of an extra person hanging over their relationship like a specter - Shannon's ghost lingering between Eddie and Kim, and Eddie creeping in at the edges of Buck and Tommy's relationship with Buck getting closer and closer to the edge of understanding exactly what that means.

No relationships end that night, but all four of them go home alone anyway.

#911 spoilers #911 speculation #911 spec fic #eddie diaz #evan buck buckley #kim 911 #shannon diaz #tommy kinard #oops i accidentally fic'd #how do i fanfiction? #buddie #911 abc #buddie fic #bucktommy #kinkley #eddiekim #eddie x kim

[thewriterg]

♡︎Sweet Magnolia♡︎

Pairing(s): Tony Stark x Gn!reader, Tony Stark x Avenger!reader, Thor Odinson x Gn!reader

Summary: Your husband usually bids you goodbye before he goes on a mission the few ones that you don't go on yourself and he comes to the sight of you baking —flufftober day;12—

Word count: 700+

Warning(s): Pumkin flavor slander, small mention of violence, fluff, and language

A/n: —GIF’s aren’t mine— Hey.. how you guys doing 😅 so I’ve been sick beyond belief gotta love the weather change and if I’m being honest I thought of quitting kink/flufftober Just by how many days I’ve missed but I’m just gonna whip up some short blurbs like this one and finish out strong 🤭

“Don’t you dare, touch” You scolded seemingly playfully while Tony put his hands up in the air in surrender from taking a big scoop of the orange pie filling from the mixing bowl with his bare fingers before wrapping his arms back around your waist You knew he was leaving.

“Fury is reducing my Missions by the day, do you need me to come with you?” You questioned sighing in annoyance while the brunette just softly smiled rubbing his warm hand up and down your forearm

“It’s not even baked yet Tones, Cmon leave it alone” You shooed your Husbands hands away for the second time in less than five minutes while he mocked the most five year old kindergarten pout he could muster while you simply shook your head in mock disapproval with a small smile on your face

“It’s not even baked yet Tones, Cmon leave it alone” You shooed your Husbands hands away for the second time in less than five minutes while he mocked the most five year old kindergarten pout he could muster while you simply shook your head in mock disapproval with a small smile on your face

“What kind is this Pumpkin?” Tony smirked in victory as you slowly turned your head to look at him in semi- horror with your face turned up in disgust at the thought of the festive flavor that everyone went insane over

“Absolutely fucking not, you should know me better… it’s sweet potato” Your face was still scrunched your nose slightly wrinkling while letting out a scoff and Tony chuckled at your small rant

“I know Honey, just teasing” The brunette sighed purposely ignoring the vibrations he felt on his wrist, his watch most likely alerting him it was time to go but he just needed a few more minutes with you.

You were the closest to home Tony had ever felt since he was fourteen and his grandmother were still alive You warm embrace, sweet treats, and your comfortable smell. That damn smell.

That smell would always bring Tony to his knees You smelled of magnolia and clementines with a hint of vanilla it was warm and yet so soft it’s like the intensity of each scent modified as the seasons changed You smelled more of the magnolia and clementines in the warmer parts of the year while It didn’t change for the vanilla in the cooler times

“Come on Tones I have to get back to what I was doing before I was rudely interrupted, I have apples in a water bath with lemon so they don’t brown it won’t last forever come on” You smiled when he’d swooned his nose into your neck pushing into slightly

“Now sweetheart I wasn’t being rude, but two pies? I’m gonna be filled to the brim” Tony teased chuckling when you smacked his shoulder to the best of your abilities sense you were still behind him

“No it’s for Peter, he’s allergic to sweet potatoes I’m making him a personal pie only cut up four apples and none of them have screamed Tony Stark surprisingly” You sassed while your husband grinned at you proudly he swore your sass levels appended by the day

“Stark Rodgers has requested your presence at once to begin our mission. Lady/Lord Y/n, smells wonderful as always” Thor announced loudly while you could practically feel Tony roll his eyes against your shoulder While the God greeted you with a smile which you return in the addition of a small wave

“Thank you Thor, your hair looks quite wonderful today” You complimented while the God smiled almost bashfully here was one of earth’s mightiest hero and Strongest Avenger on the verge of blushing

“Alright Rapunzel, Tell Capsicle im on my way two minutes” Thor nodded his head before retaking the path he walked into the kitchen back out

“Go save the world handsome, kick some occasional ass yeah?” Tony sighed heavily before nodding his head in agreement before inching to kiss your temple, then to you cheek, to the corner of your mouth, and finally your lips it was soft and Tony had tightened the arm he had around you before finally letting go

Lightly tapping his chest the red and gold suit of Metal engulfed him whole while making his way to the exit of the kitchen and common area before looking back at you while you waved to him one last time and without hesitation he’d returned it before exiting completely

He couldn’t wait to be back In you embrace especially with your scent of sweet magnolia.

#tony stark #tony stark x reader #tony stark x you #tony stark x y/n #the avengers #avengers x reader #avengers x you #avengers x y/n #thor odinson #thor x reader #thor odinson x y/n #thor odinson x you #romance #fluff #flufftober #kinktober #gn!reader #fall 2022 #i love you #thewriterg

[miastideclock]

nightfood, bang chan

nightfood ˈnīt 'füd

noun noun: nightfood; plural noun: nightfood

a night meal, typically a greasy or unhealthy one. one is typically extremely intoxicated when consuming night food.

“we have to get nightfood after the club.”

origin: i just made it the fuck up.

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word count: 8.3k warnings: original character (she/her - afab - long, dark hair), mentions of food, mentions of alcohol, strong language, not edited even a little bit.

i was just gonna write down an idea i had, and seven hours later i had accidentally written the whole thing, idk this is stupid and came to me in a fever dream i had without having a fever :)

Cast,

Mila 24, adventurous drunk. Favorite nightfood includes gyros and tandoori baguettes.

Chan 25, borderline sloppy drunk. Favorite nightfood includes fried chicken and an obnoxious amount of orange soda.

Changbin 23, dancing and giddy drunk. Favorite nightfood includes sweet potato fries and chilli mayo.

Jisung 22, gotta peel him off the walls typa dunk. Favorite nightfood includes pizza with questionable toppings.

Lights were flashing, the intense beat of the music shaking the floor under the feet of the people on the dance floor. The venue was packed full of people wanting to enjoy the event of the night; a DJ from out of town. Raving and hyping each other up, going absolutely crazy on the floor was something Mila had gotten used to by now, as the DJ was at the club once a month, and she happened to work there.

On her side of the bar, the energy was a bit different. Just like the drunken crowd, her heartbeat was high and sweat was beading around her hairline, but unlike the partiers, she was rushing and stressing enough for her entire head of hair to turn grey.

“Six tequila shots and a beer!” "Absolutely not, I’m cutting you off."

“Jack and coke!” "Did I say it was your turn to order?"

“Can you make me a custom drink?” "I would love to say yes if there weren’t a hundred and fifty other people in line right now. NEXT!"

Holding three glasses in one hand, she made the vodka-redbulls that had been ordered within twelve seconds, all while taking the next order. Grabbing two bottles by their neck, she filled shot glasses upon shot glasses, handing them out to the patrons.

On the other side of the club, a three member group entered, looking around at the scene ahead of them. Chan, Jisung and Changbin had heard about tonight's event and decided to stop by to check out the energy. The club they found themselves at wasn’t usually their go-to as it was a bit of a distance from the city center, but going once in a while didn’t mind them. Without as much as talking between themselves, they beelined for the bar, as that was what they always did when they entered a club. Drink first, dancing and other shenanigans second. Chan lead the way, despite him most likely not getting anything at the bar. He usually opted for a soft drink or just some water as he didn’t love the taste of alcohol.

Not after long, they were the next in line, keeping their attention on the barkeep so they would be ready to order when they were next. What they didn’t expect however, was for the bartender to be as skilled and efficient as she was. She was around their age, maybe closer to Chan than Jisung, but not far off; and they could all admit she was beautiful. Her dark hair was tied up, a few flyaways and baby hairs sticking to the back of her neck, and her skin had a slight shine, both probably due to sweat. The three boys were all in awe as she held six bottles of beer in her arms, uncapping them at the speed of light with her bar-blade and placing them in the iced bucket on the bar. The guest in front of them took the bucket and left, leaving them to order next.

“What can I get you boys?” She asked. She didn’t smile, but she wasn’t by any means mean mugging them. She was tired from the hectic workload, and that much they could respect.

“Two vodka-redbulls please.” Jisung ordered for him and Changbin, tapping his card on the terminal when the bartender let him know it was ready for him. In record time, she had grabbed to glasses, filled them with the correct amount of alcohol, iced them, and topped them with the energy-drink of choice. Changbin grabbed the glasses as she handed them over, and they left the bar as soon as they could, not wanting to be in the way of the next patron. What the two boys didn’t expect, was for the next patron to be Chan.

“Trouble you for a GT?” He ordered, the girl in the bar nodding as she made the drink while putting his order into her machine to let him pay. Jisung raised an eyebrow and looked over to Changbin who seemed to be equally confused. Chan then stepped over to them with his drink in hand, and together they found a table.

“So you drinking tonight?” Changbin stated the obvious, waiting for Chan to explain himself. It wasn’t that he wasn’t allowed, but he usually gave the boys a heads up if he was gonna end up drinking. Chan returned a sheepish smile and took a sip of his drink, grimacing as he did so. “Not gonna lie to you boys, the bartender got me all turned around. I guess I just wanted to talk to her.” He admitted, then adding on that his drink of choice wasn’t the greatest. If you don’t like the taste of alcohol, you don’t usually order a gin and tonic.

The two other just chuckled at him, cheers-ed, and then got to partying.

After a solid ninety-minute rush, the bar finally quieted down a little bit. There were now few enough guests that Mila no longer had to rush at a million miles per hour, and rather could actually enjoy her work. So when a couple of girls ordered pornstar martinis, she decided to have a bit of fun with it. Instead of just grabbing the bottle and pouring the vodka into her shaker, she flipped the bottle and caught it with her bottom shaker tin, letting the right amount of alcohol pour out before she grabbed it and put it back in her speedrail. Flair had always been something she loved, both because it was fun and cool, and also because you could get insane tips from it. She continued on like this until the drinks had been strained and presented with a shot of champagne on the side.

“Wow,” it came from the next person in line when the two girls left with their drinks. Mila looked at him and recognised him as the gin and tonic guy. “Impressive.” She thanked him with a smile, then asked what she could get him. “Anything that means you can throw more bottles. Also two more vodka-redbulls for my friends, please.” He grinned, to which she returned the grimace. She entered the drinks in her system so he could pay, and then started the drink. A lynchburg lemonade was an easy flair, so Mila got to work. All while Chan stood there amazed at her actions, asking her a few questions about how long she had been doing this, etc.

“These are for you. Enjoy!” She smiled at him as she placed the three drinks in front of him. He gave her a quick thanks and a dimpled smile. Mila had to admit it was pretty cute, and internally wished he would come back to her section of the bar. It was a nightclub after all, so she was by no means the only bartender there, so it wouldn’t surprise her if they went to one of her coworkers and she never saw him again.

Her worries didn’t last for long though, as he was soon back, ordering more drinks. The brunette boy had only been served two drinks as far as she was concerned, and he didn’t seem drunk by far, but he did have a slight flush to his pale cheeks. More drinks were ordered, more drinks were made, and he was on his merry way. About ten or eleven visits from the guy, and two hours later, Mila could tell he had had enough to drink. He was slurring his words and it seemed his eyes wouldn’t fully open. It must have gotten to him all at once, cause it wasn’t that long ago he was standing in front of her cracking jokes and being all charming, making playful comments about taking her out for dinner.

“Two long island ice teas please.” He managed to get out trying to tap his card on the terminal before he was even done talking. Milas eyebrows pulled together in a concerned expression, tilting her head slightly. ”I’m sorry, sweetheart. How about a glass of water instead?” She offered, trying to defer him away from ordering more alcohol. He squinted at her, looking like he was thinking about the world's most existential question before he gave her a short nod. While she grabbed a plastic cup and filled it with ice and water, he started to sway gently back and forth, having to hold onto the bar to stop. She gave him the water and asked him to stay at the bar while he drank it. He did as he was asked and stayed put while he sipped the cold drink. Without leaving her position, Mila managed to wave over one of the runners on the floor, asking her to go grab the two guys she pointed at. Mila remembered them as this guys friends, so thought maybe they could be of assistance.

The two boys were soon over at the bar with their buddy, smiling at the bartender. ”You came with him, right?” She asked, to which they confirmed her suspicions. ”Yeah, why? Did he do something?” The shorter one of the two asked, Mila quickly shaking her head no, making sure that they knew their friend hadn’t caused any trouble. Yet, at least.

“No, but to be frank, he is probably going to be escorted out by security soon considering the level of intoxicated he is. So I was just going to suggest you maybe got him safely home?” She tried to come across as caring and as kindly as she could. She actually did care, but she also knew that drunk people have a tendency to take things the wrong way if you’re not crystal clear. The two boys then switched their attention from Mila to their friend, analysing his state. It didn’t take long for them to also see that he was much too drunk.

“Oh shit, yeah. You’re totally right. Thank you so much for letting us know, and have a great rest of your evening!” One of them told her and wrapped his arm over the drunk boys shoulder, leading him out of the club.

Once Jisung and Changbin had finally managed to get the very drunk Chan out of the venue and out into the cold air, Jisung let go of his grip around Chans shoulders. Chan stumbled a bit, almost falling onto the pavement, but caught himself last minute. “Why did we leave? I wanted more drinking of the alcohol!” He drunkenly whined, dragging out most of the words as he slurred. The two less intoxicated boys chuckled at their friend as they all started walking.

“They were closing. We had to leave.” Jisung replied, lying his ass off, just so Chan would stop pouting. This worked like a charm as Chan instantly understood and returned back to his overly happy and excited, drunk self. “Come now, let’s go get some nightfood from that deli we walked by earlier.”

Then they were on their way. The air was cool against their heated skin, warm from both the alcohol in their systems and from dancing for hours upon end. It was mid summer, so even though it was just around three thirty when they had gotten their nightfood and sat down in the empty parking lot outside the deli, the sun was slowly rising in the east.

That same sunrise held Mila company as she exited the bar after closing, making sure all the gates were locked before she walked away. It was a decent walk from her workplace to where she had parked her car, so she had plenty of time to watch the sky explode into a million different shades of orange, pink and red. After the fifteen minute walk, she got in her car and drove home with her windows down, enjoying the cool late night - early morning air. It had been an exhausting shift considering they had been two bartenders short, but she had made it out alive, and that was really all she asked. Tired feet dragged her from her car to her front door, but instead of inserting her keys into said door and letting herself in, she turned to face the sun and leaned against the door. A short minute of bright sunlight on her face was all she needed to feel rejuvenated from a shift like that.

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It had been three weeks since the boys had been clubbing, having to drag Chan out of the club before he made a fool of himself. Correction, more of a fool of himself. The morning after their outing, Chan had woken up on Changbins couch not only with a raging hangover, but also with the most embarrassing memories from the night prior. He didn’t remember all the details, but he did remember hitting violently on the bartender. He had no idea if he was actually being smooth about it or if he was acting like creep of the century, only increasing his embarrassment.

Even though the better half of a month had passed, Jisung and Changbin was still bullying the ever-loving daylights out of him for that particular night, especially since it was because of a girl. ”I really hope casanova over here doesn’t pull the same moves on some poor girl tonight.” Changbin chuckled as they were all sitting in Chan’s car, pulling into the destined neighbourhood.

They were on their way to a friends party, their first time out since the incident. Chan snorted at the comment, reminding his friend that he was driving anyway, so even if he wanted to - he wouldn’t be able to drink. “And honestly? Thank fuck for that.” Jisung added at last, unbuckling his seatbelt when they pulled up to the right house. They were a couple of hours late, so the party was already raging. The setting sun was illuminating the backyard of the host house in a stunning few shades of light, really setting the vibe as people were dancing on the glass-flooring that had been installed over the pool so they had more real estate to move around on, and also less of a drowning risk with this many drunks.

“I know we usually hit bar first when we get places, but I’m going to find Minho and say hi.” Jisung said, almost splitting away from the two others, but they soon agreed it was a good idea and joined him. It didn’t take long for them to find the party-host and greet him.

“Minho!” Changbin exclaimed and hugged his friend, Jisung and Chan following suit.

“Glad you guys could make it! Haven’t seen you in forever!” He spoke a bit loud to make sure they heard him over the music. They chatted for a few minutes, catching up before a few girls wanted Minho's attention. “Looks like I have to dip. But get your asses into the backyard and Mila will hook you up with some drinks!” He said before disappearing into the crowd. The boys did as they were told and made their way back outside. The sun had set by now, the yard being lit up with fairy-lights and torches. Jisung was the first back outside, followed by Changbin then Chan, as they all wouldn’t fit through the door at once. However, while Chan was still making his way outside, he heard Jisung absolutely lose his mind laughing, Changbin soon doing the same.

“What the fuck is wrong with you guys?” Chan gave them a look as if they were crazy, laughing at nothing. Neither of them were able to keep their composure long enough to explain their actions, but Changbin managed to point in the general direction of their amusement. Chan scanned the area of where his buddy had gestured, his heart soon dropping to the pit of his stomach. Over by the far end of the covered pool stood a makeshift bar, with a professional bartender behind it. “Are you kidding me?” Chan sighed as he looked at the girl he had so humiliatingly hit on a few weeks back.

Jisung and Changbin took a few minutes, but they finally sobered up enough to pat Chan on the back and make their way over to the bar. They greeted her, not really expecting her to remember them as she probably met thousands of customers every single weekend. But so wrong can you be.

“Hi boys, let me guess. Two vodka-redbulls for you guys, and should I just give you the bottle and a straw?” Mila chuckled as they had all fully approached the bar. She would never have said that if there were other people around, but right now it was only the three boys within earshot, so she took the opportunity to mock them a bit. Two of the boys broke out laughing, while the last one closed his eyes and smiled as a red tint appeared on his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I had to. I’m Mila by the way.” She chuckled as she prepared the two vodka-redbulls that had been confirmed ordered.

“Nah, it’s fine. I absolutely had that coming. I’m Chan, that’s Jisung and Changbin.” Chan replied once he finally looked back up, mustering up the courage to look Mila in the eye. She let them know it was lovely to meet them and gave them their drinks. As it was an open bar, there was no need for them to pay for anything.

“So what can I get you?” Mila asked, adding pressure to the ‘you’, making it a conversation between only her and Chan. Jisung and Changbin took this as their cue to step back. Chan definitely noticed them backing away, but decided to not pay them any mind in case it made it awkward between him and the bartender.

“I’m driving, so I’ll just have a glass of water or something.” He admitted, honestly relieved that he wasn’t drinking.

“You know, just because you aren’t drinking doesn’t mean that I can’t make you a drink. If you’d like I can make you something alcohol-free.” Mila said and reached for her Boston-shaker. Chan accepted her offer, and soon she was at work. Grabbing different syrups and juices, she free-poured them into her tin with some ice and shook it up. After straining it into a glass over some fresh ice and topping it off with some liquid Chan honestly had no idea what was, she presented the yellow to red gradient drink.

Chan gladly grabbed the drink and took a sip. He then admitted to her that he was absolutely blown away at how good it was. She gave him a smile and a thank you while rinsing her shaker and placing it back on her station.

“I’ll go find the guys I came with, but I’ll probably see you later?” Chan said, slowly backing up while talking to her, the grass soft under his feet as he walked. She nodded and gave him yet a smile, then turned to the group of people that walked up to her, ready for drinks.

The night blew past in a blur as the guys danced around, talked to friends, and in general just had a blast. Before they knew it, the music had died down and people had started leaving. By now Jisung and Changbin was - not drunk, but very, very tipsy.

“Ready to go home, boys?” Chan asked as Jisung chugged the last of his drink. Much to anyone's surprise, the two of them nodded yes, instantly getting ready to leave. Changbin excused himself as he ran to use the restroom before they left, Jisung taking the opportunity to return his glass to the bar for easier cleanup. Chan walked with him, having an empty glass himself.

“Heeey Mila!” Jisung greeted when they arrived, the bartender packing away her kit and tools, most likely having brought everything with her. Chan didn’t exactly see Minho owning this extensive of a bar kit, completed with spill mats and fancy pour spouts matching the rest of the kit.

“Heeey Jisung!” She laughed as she matched his borderline drunk energy. She happily took the empty cups from them and placed them in a massive tray she had behind the bar, filled with dirty cups and glasses. “You guys on your way home?” She asked, continuing to wipe down her equipment and sorting it away into her bag.

“Yeah, ending the night on a high is probably a good idea.” Chan said and chuckled, sort of hinting that he knew what happens if you don’t. Mila fully understood what he meant and chuckled with him. “You need a ride home?” He offered, suddenly realising that Minho lives in the middle of buttfuck nowhere, and it had gotten so late that public transport no longer ran.

“That’s so kind of you! Thank you, but I drove here, so I’m good.” She smiled so big her eyes almost disappeared, really showing Chan how grateful she was that he asked. He couldn’t help but notice how pretty her smile was, her nose wrinkling slightly, the ghost of a dimple showing on her left cheek.

“Of course. Get home safe though.” Chan smiled back, starting to step away from the bar once he saw Changbin return from the restrooms. “See you around.” He finally added before turning away and dragging Jisung with him towards the car, meeting Changbin on the halfway there.

The three boys soon climbed into the car and off they went. The silence was a nice contrast to the loud music that had been blasting into their heads for the past few hours, especially since they now could talk at a normal volume and still be heard by whoever they were talking to.

“I’d call this evening a success, if I’m being honest with you.” Changbin spoke from the middle seat in the back as Jisung had called shotgun. The two boys had to agree, but they also agreed it was missing one thing.

“Where are we stopping for nightfood?”

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“Four beers, four fireball shots, four tequila shots. Chop chop.” The man in the bar demanded more than anything. Customers like these always gave Mila the ick, making her not want to serve them. But since she couldn’t refuse him service without a valid reason, she decided to just match his energy and be kind of an impatient dick.

“$87.29. Chop chop.” She replied in the same bored and unimpressed tone he had used, catching the man off guard. Mila then grabbed a servers tray and prepped all of his drinks, placing them on the tray. She handed him the tray without as much as a word, and instantly turned to the next costumer.

It was the last Saturday of the month, which meant the DJ was back from out of town, hosting his monthly event. It was easily the busiest night of the month for the nightclub, but for some reason this particular Saturday was calmer than usual. There were still a couple of hundred people in the venue, but not nearly as many drunkards as there usually was. Mila didn’t mind one bit, it most likely meaning she wouldn’t be absolutely shattered by the end of it, especially since she had to walk home after work. Her car was in the shop, and her ride had bailed about fifteen minutes after she got to work, making it a lot harder for her to find someone who could get her home.

“A woowoo coming right up!” She smiled at her customer, punching it in on her till, letting the woman pay. The drink ordered was three ingredients, so it didn’t take long before it was served and left with.

Mila had so graciously been given the far station of the bar for the night, meaning she got the least amount of guests ordering from her. So while she had some downtime, she wiped down her bar, restocked whatever was needed and filled the water station that was nearing empty.

“Are you busy or can I order two vodka-redbulls and a bottle with a straw?” An oddly familiar voice asked while Mila had her back turned to the guest. She whipped around and was soon face to face with Jisung and Changbin. She laughed at Jisungs joke, and then properly greeted them.

“Hi boys, good to see you!” She smiled. Had there not been a full bar between them, she probably would have taken the opportunity to give them a hug. Though she had only met them a couple of times, they had gotten surprisingly comfortable with each other. Considering most of what they had done together had been joke around, it made sense with the friendship they had sparked.

“Looking lovely as always, Mila. Hectic tonight?” Changbin greeted back, taking the chance to look around at the club. Yes, it was a fairly large crowd on the dance-floor, but Jisung and Changbin had mentioned to each other when they entered that it wasn’t near as many people as it had been last time they were there.

“Not too bad. We do have a few tables reserved though, and those parties haven’t arrived yet as far as I’m concerned. Might pick up a bit later. But what happened here? I’m pretty sure there’s usually three of you. Lost him?” She joked, grabbing a damp rag from the bar behind her and started wiping down the glasses that had gotten marks from where the water had dried on them after they got out of the dishwasher.

“Chan is meeting us here, actually. He was running late on some work things he had going. We’ll send him over once he gets here though, he probably wants one of those drinks you made him as Minho’s. He hasn’t stopped gushing about them all week.” Jisung explained, lovingly-mocking his best friend. “And two vodka-redbulls when you get the chance?” He quickly added, pulling his card out of his back pocket.

“That’s nice to hear. And you put that card away, these are on the house.” Mila quickly made the drinks and handed each drink to each guy, not bothering to put it in on her machine.

“I know we just met, but is it too early to say I love you?” Jisung asked as he realised he didn’t have to pay and put his card back in his pocket. Mila chuckled, then blew him a kiss and winked at him in a playful manner. Jisung went to ‘grab her kiss’ out of the air, but Changbin did the same thing. It ended up with them fighting over who got to keep her kiss, looking like two kids in the sandbox arguing over who gets to play with the dinosaur toy. Mila couldn’t help but laugh as she hoisted herself up so she could lean over the bar and give Changbin a kiss on the cheek.

“There, now you don’t have to fight anymore. You both got a kiss!” She grinned, Changbin looking at her and jokingly started to fan his face and pretend like he was freaking out. They kept up the jokes for a few more seconds before they laughed it off, letting Mila know they would be back at some point. She waved them goodbye and turned back around to continue slicing limes, as she had been doing when they boys came over.

It wasn’t long after that Chan came waltzing through the door, looking around for his friends. He soon spotted them at a table and made his way over, greeting them both with a variation of a handshake. They hit off a quick conversation before Changbin let Chan know that their favorite bartender was over on the far end of the bar. Chan gave a quick nod and let them know that he would be back in a second. They boys however had a strong suspicion that wouldn’t be the case, and made their way to the dance-floor as Chan left them.

Station four of the bar was empty when he finally made his way over, instantly spotting the bartender focusing on something behind the bar that was out of his line of sight. “Hey!” He had to almost yell to make sure she heard him over the music, but it worked as she perked her head up and her eyes met his. ”Hi!”

Neither of them said anything else, which in literally any other situation would be so awkward that Mila would find an excuse to leave, but for some reason she didn’t mind it with him. Even though it didn’t last too much longer, it was weirdly nice. ”Would it be too much trouble if I asked for that thing you made me last time? The alcohol free drink, I mean?” Chan was the first to break the silence between them. Well, as silent as it could be with the speakers blasting some Spanish song Mila had heard a million times by now. She quickly shook her head no, and got to work.

While she was mixing and shaking, Chan found it odd that she hadn’t put in his order, letting him pay while she made his drink like she usually did. She always chose the most efficient route according to what Chan had learned about her during their short friendship. Mila soon saw his slightly furrowed brows and came to the rescue with an explanation. “It would be kind of a dick move of me to charge you for a drink, when I just gave your boys vodka-redbulls on the house.”

“You’re too kind.” Chan smiled and took the drink she had now placed in front of him. It was the same yellow to red gradient as last time, but the nightclub lights made the colours more vibrant, this time reminding him more of a sunset than anything else. Chans original plan had been to thank her and then leave to find his friends, but conversation between him and Mila happened so naturally that he found himself leaning on the bar, talking shit for way too long.

A solid thirty minutes must’ve passed before Mila was suddenly attacked in a wave of customers. Chan knew his place and went to leave her to do her job, when he was stopped. A hand had wrapped itself around his wrist, his eyes instantly shooting to the place of contact, then trailing up the arm until he made eye contact with the owner. Mila was leaned halfway over the bar to reach him, stopping him from leaving. ”Uhm, before you go. That offer of the ride home, is that still on the table?” She looked like she was embarrassed for asking, but it only made Chan smile. He used his free hand to grab hers and lift it off his wrist.

“Of course it is.” He grinned and lifted her hand to his face and quickly kissed her knuckles before he finally left.

From then on Mila found herself looking at the clock on her till every few minutes, wishing time would go by faster. Events like these usually flew by, but now that she was actually excited for her shift to be over, time slowed down. But even with the slowest minutes known to man, three a.m. finally rolled around, meaning they were closing.

Security ushered everyone out while the bar staff was cleaning the bar. A lot had to be done after the doors to the bar closed, but Mila and her coworkers had gotten a good routine down. Before she could fully go into cleaning mode though, she realised she forgot to let security that three of the partiers were with her. She was reminded of this when she heard two of the security guards talk over the system they had through the earpiece she had yet to take out.

“There are three losers here refusing to leave. I need backup.”

“Bar," she started, letting security know who was talking. "Are these three idiots three weirdly buff guys in their early to mid twenties claiming they’re waiting for Mila?” She pressed down on a button that was attached to the wire that went out of the earpiece and into the battery box she had in her back pocket. The security the bar had on events like these were not the same they had on regular nights, so she didn’t expect them to know who the hell Mila was.

“Correct.” The masculine voice replied to her through the coms.

“Those three losers belong to me, so if you could be an angel and let them back in that would be lovely.” She spoke, following it up with an apology for inconveniencing the guards. Not long after, three guys made their way into the now brightly lit bar, runners and barbacks flying around with trays and buckets, gathering all the dirty glasses off the tables, getting them ready to clean.

“Sit wherever, I’ll try to hurry!” Mila said to the guys and then disappeared to help clean. The boys did as they were told and sat down in a booth that seemed to be mostly cleaned. They were all amazed to see the speed and efficiency of the workers rushing around. They were all working hard and thoroughly, all while talking between each other about the events of the evening, if anything of interest had happened, or just joking around. At one point two bartenders were sprinting after each other, one of them trying to spray the other with the disinfectant they had in hand. All this, and still the venue was sparkling clean after forty-five minutes.

Mila was soon stood next to the booth where the boys found themselves, her bag over her shoulder, her uniform now replaced with some comfortable looking sweats. “So sorry you guys had to wait, but I’m ready to go now!” She apologised as the three of them scooted out of the couches and stood by her.

“Nonsense, you guys used way less time than we thought you would!” Jisung waved his hand to let her know what she was sating was nothing factual. The two other agreed as they all started to head towards the exit. Mila was luckily not shift manager for the night, so she didn’t have to worry about locking up.

Mila motioned for the boys to lead the way as she had no idea where they had parked the car. Chan turned left as they stepped into the street and the lot followed. The four of them easily fell into comfortable conversation that consisted mostly of joking around and Changbin refusing that he was drunk, even though he had failed Chans test of spelling the word ‘bumble-bee’.

Time really flies by when you’re having fun, because before she knew it, Mila found herself in the backseat of Chan’s car wishing to herself that she didn’t have to go home. Her prayers were luckily answered in the form of Jisung asking the question, “Where we going for nightfood?”

“We should let the newcomer choose!” Changbin replied from Mila’s left, Jisung having called shotgun before either of them. Mila didn’t have to give it any thought before she started giving directions to the location of her nightfood of choice. Once the boys realised where they were headed, they all started cheering and getting hyped up, loving her pick.

“You officially pass every friendship test we could ever have given you.” Changbin said as they all climbed out of the car. He and Jisung had sobered up a bit by now, but not a lot. Making their way into the shop they didn’t hesitate to go up to the register and order inhumane amounts of food. Orders upon orders of fries and burgers, as well as way too many drinks. The amount of food ended up being so massive that the workers placed it in a cardboard box to give to them so they could easily bring it with them. They thanked the workers and left, walking back to the car.

Mila, who was carrying the box, asked for someone to get the backdoor of Chans car so she could sit down. She sat herself so she was sideways in the seat, her feet hanging out of the car. The guys acted on guy-instinct and sat down on the ground next to Mila, the car door remaining open. She then placed the box on the ground, in the middle of the circle they had created. They all attacked the food without mercy, grabbing burgers, fries and drinks, sauces and dips left, right and centre.

“This is easily the best meal I’ve ever had.” Chan spoke, his mouth full of burger, causing his words to come out a bit muffled. The lot groaned and hummed in agreement, their mouth equally full of greasy food. “Hear, hear!”

The silence once again came over them, leaving them to enjoy their food in peace and quiet as they were the only people in the parking lot. It made sense considering it was nearing four thirty in the morning, and the sun was starting to rise. The sky breaking into colours would never stop being amazing, no matter how many times Mila saw it happen.

The sun continued to rise while they ate, and continued still when they had announced themselves finished.

“Are you working next Friday?” Jisung suddenly asked, directing the question to Mila. She had to give it a quick thought, but ultimately shook her head no. “We’re having a party! You should come!”

Mila nodded quickly, grabbing a napkin to wipe her mouth. She then pulled out her phone while she continued to talk. “I can send you my rates and my menus if you’d like.” Her tapping away on her phone was quickly interrupted when Chan corrected her.

“No, no, no. Not to work, you should come to party! Be a person!” He spoke, letting her know she had misunderstood. Mila clicked her phone shut, no longer needing the work-files she was looking for. She asked them if they were sure, to which they all agreed. “We would love to have you there!” A smile grew on her face as she nodded yet again, happy to have been mistaken.

Conversation then floated on, topics changing every few moments all while the sun still rose to wake the world.

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I’m on a street with a weird amount of brightly coloured houses.. Does that sound right? Read 00:09

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Yup! End of the street, Bin is standing outside talking on the phone right now, you should be able to spot him any second

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Mila continued walking down the street, keeping her eyes peeled as she did so. Soon she spotted the buff baby walking slowly back and forth, red solo cup in one hand, phone pressed against his ear in the other. She picked up her pace slightly, hurrying over to her friend and sending him a wave as soon as he noticed her. The call seemed to be of importance, so he kept talking while he gave her a hug and a nod, signalling he would be right in. Mila instinctively returned the hug and nodded as a reply, making her way inside the house.

Music blared through the entire house, Mila feeling the vibrations of the bass in her bones as soon as she stepped over the threshold. She had strategically arrived a bit late so she wouldn’t be stuck in the awkward early phase of the party, so a solid crowd had already formed. There were people everywhere; kitchen, living room, hallways, bathrooms, and Mila was almost certain she had seen a group of people make their way upstairs.

Pushing her way through the sweaty bodies, she finally got to the kitchen where the island was covered in whatever you would need to make a drink. A few people stood there, concocting their poison of choice, Mila internally wincing at their methods, but didn’t want to say anything. After taking a shot with a random guy, she mixed herself a drink and maneuvered herself back into the living room. It was first then she realised the crowd in there were all facing something, a DJ booth with none other than Jisung and Chan behind it. From the looks of it, they were mixing as they played, impressing Mila enough to push to the front. She knew the song they were mixing, so she instantly sang along. The music was proper loud, so she didn’t worry that anyone could hear her tone-deafness.

It honestly felt like a concert with the way they were jumping up and down behind the booth, hyping up the crowd that seemed to match their energy. Mila found herself dancing along, first alone but suddenly a pair of strong arms wrapped around her and shook her playfully. She whipped around when given the chance and was face to face with Changbin who was now dancing with her. “Shouldn’t you be up there?” Mila leaned in to Changbin’s ear so he could easily hear her, assuming he was part of the entertainment.

“Shouldn’t you?” He rebutted, making the bartender squeeze her face together in a confused grimace. Before she could as much as catch her breath, Changbin had grabbed her hand and dragged her towards the side of the booth, entering both himself and Mila. Chan and Jisung’s faces lit up once they saw the two and moved over a tad bit to make room for them to jam out with them.

It was first now that Mila could see how many people were actually there, but she didn’t seem to care. As a bartender, she was used to drunk people looking at her, so she didn’t mind being up there, front and centre.

Their set didn’t last forever, so when they finally needed a break, they played some pre-mixed tracks and scurried to the kitchen to get something to drink.

“Where in the fuck did that come from?!” Mila exclaimed once she was making them all sorts of different drinks, even though they told her she didn’t need to.

“Come to think of it, I guess we’ve never told you what we do for a living.” Jisung chuckled as he sipped the drink she had just given him.

The four of them had gotten to know each other a solid amount considering how long they had been sitting in the empty parking lot, eating fries and talking - but it didn’t dawn on Mila until now that they had only talked about stuff that didn’t mean anything in the real world. She had no idea what they did for work, how old they were (though she had guessed them all to be around her own age), or in general what their deal was. What she did know though was Changbin’s deepest fears, why Chan was so attached to music and how to comfort Jisung when he was upset.

“You do this for a living?!” Mila exclaimed yet again, stopping whatever she was doing with her hands to fully punctuate how shocked she was. The three of them laughed and nodded.

“We’re producers!”

It was when Mila then asked what else she was missing that the conversation really took off. They had all ended up grabbing stools to sit by the kitchen island, filling her in on quite literally every single detail of their lives, making sure she was catching everything. Minutes of talking quickly ticked into hours, and the only reason they were pulled out of their own little world was when one of their friends came over and asked when they were going to be playing again.

“Oh shit, our fifteen minute break turned into sixty-five. We’ll be right there, Hyunjin.” Chan replied after checking his phone for the time. They then excused themselves to go finish their set, but Mila only ushered them away, letting them know she would be watching them from the back.

Not long after they disappeared, the vibe of the music changed completely, signalling that they were back. Mila grabbed her drink and moved to the living room, only to see that it was completely packed. She looked around for a place to watch from, and her eyes finally landed on the staircase. She pushed and forced herself through the crowd until she was at the bottom step, then she climbed a few of them to sit down. From her spot she could perfectly see all three of them, as well as most of the crowd.

She sat there for a while, moving her body to the music as much as she could while still being seated. However, she found herself stopping when she looked back at the performers and made eye contact with one of them. Chan had his eyes buried deep within her, in a manner that surprisingly made Mila shiver. It seemed like he noticed, cause he gave her a smile and a wink. A smile erupted on her lips at his actions, his eyes shifting away from her at last. He was however smiling as he looked down at his mixing board, twisting knobs and pushing buttons.

The warm feeling Mila suddenly felt was too much for her to stop smiling, even when her cheeks started hurting. She leaned her head against the railing she was sitting against, her eyes still fixated on the three guys. One more than the others.

Her attention was torn away from them when her phone started blowing up in her pocket, forcing her to check it in case of an emergency. Luckily it was just the group-chat she had with her colleagues, the lot talking about something that just happened at the club. Something about an old man busting hella moves.

Just as she went to put the phone back in her pocket, she noticed someone was standing at her feet. Looking up she was met to face none other than the flirty producer himself. “Chan? Why are you all the way over here?” She quickly questioned, looking back over to the booth where Jisung and Changbin was now stood alone. The two guys seemed to be enjoying themselves a ridiculous amount, so she suspected they didn’t mind that Chan had detoured ever so slightly.

“You don’t seem like you’re having fun, so I’m kidnapping you.” Chan replied with the biggest smile on his face, only confusing Mila more.

“Are you kidding me? You guys are so talented!” She rebutted, but Chan didn’t seem to be having any of it.

“You can think we are the world's most talented dj’s as much as you want, that doesn’t mean you’re having fun. The two aren’t mutually exclusive.” He said and reached out his hand for Mila to grab. She tilted her head ever so slightly and gave him a smile. She then shook her head with a happy sigh and grabbed his hand, letting him pull her through the crowd and out the front door.

Time had passed faster than either of them had thought, cause the pitch black outside they had expected was nowhere to be found, instead it looked like it was about be dawn, causing Chan to check the time. “How is it almost three thirty in the morning already?”

“No idea, but what I do know is that I am hungry as hell.” Mila replied and started walking in the general direction of the closest shop. After a few meters, she turned around , walking backwards now. “You coming?” She asked as Chan was still stood on the porch. Mila stretched out her arms while still moving backwards, waiting for him to do anything. This seemed to snap him out of whatever trance he was stuck in, sprinting towards Mila, who by now had made it a decent distance. He came running right at her, bending down slightly as he came up to her so he could pick her up and throw her over his shoulder, continuing to run down the road. Mila was screaming and laughing at his actions, playfully hitting her hands on his back, squealing for him to let her down.

He didn’t make it far before he finally placed her back on the ground, laughing hysterically as he did so, Mila doubled over laughing as well. “Let’s go, dweeb.”

The walk wasn’t long until they found a shop that held open. Mila got a chicken baguette they had in the display window, while Chan went for fried chicken. They also ordered the largest serving of orange soda that they could, agreeing that they could share. After receiving their food, they stepped back outside, looking around for a place to sit. With no benches or curbs in sight, Mila decided to get creative.

“I have an idea.” She announced, walking to the back of the building they had just been in. At the back stood a massive container and a few boxes. She then handed her food to Chan for him to hold, then arranged the boxes so she could climb them to get to the top of the container. She then stretched her arms out so she could take the food from Chan, placing it on top of the roof she had now reached. “Come, come.”

Chan copied her actions, and soon they were sat on top of the roof, legs dangling off the edge. As the shop was placed on top of the same massive hill as the house they had just been at, they had a stunning view of the whole, entire city. It was captivating to say the least, especially when the clock ticked on enough for the sun to peak its glowing head over the horizon, illuminating the city as well as Mila and Chan’s faces.

“I’m glad you kidnapped me. This is incredible.” Mila admitted before taking a sip of their shared drink. Chan looked over at her with a smile on his face, bravely placing his hand on her thigh and giving it a squeeze as he did so. Her reaction consisted of turning her head to face him, straw still between her lips. Their smiling eyes held contact for what they would describe as an eternity, when in reality it was only a few seconds. Without any more words being exchanged, Mila removed the straw from her mouth, then held it up to Chan, offering him a sip which he gladly took while she still held the cup, and he held her thigh.

They soon chuckled between themselves, scooted a bit closer to each other, and watched the sun fully rise.

Hope you enjoyed! -ben♡

#kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #kpop one shot #kpop requests #stray kids #skz #stray kids scenarios #stray kids reactions #stray kids one shots #stray kids requests #stray kids drabbles #stray kids imagines #bang chan #dating bang chan #what it would be like to date bang chan #stray kids bang chan #stray kids chan #skz bang chan #bang chan drabbles #bang chan imagines

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Ruggie Bucchi New Year's Attire Personal Story: Part 2

"You can only try it here!"

(Part 1) Part 2 (Part 3)

[Main Street]

Vil: I'll have to teach this insolent potato a lesson, it seems.

Cater: Ack! Vil-kun, control yourself!!

Ruggie: Cater-san, why're you trying to stop them? Now's our chance!

Ruggie: While Sebek-kun and Vil-san are havin' a falling out, let's keep on shovelin' the snow and get ahead of them!!

Cater: Th-That'd be great if we could! But escaping from these two lobbing snowballs at each other is practically impossible!!

Cater/Ruggie: Ouch!/Ow!

Ruggie: Ack, a stray ball came flying...!

Cater: Was that really just a snowball just now!? I swear it just curved and came right at me!?

Ruggie: I don't wanna just get all beaten down like this. Maybe we should also strike back...

Ruggie: ―Oh.

Cater: Hm? Why'd you pick up your shovel all of a sudden? Weren't you going to attack...?

???: Nheeheehee... How young and full of vigor you all are so early in the morning.

Cater: Eh?

Vil/Sebek: That voice... Sam!/Sam-san!

Ruggie: Hey c'mon, you guys know you shouldn't slack off and have a snowball fight when you shoulda been shoveling, right? You gotta be like me and work properly.

Cater: Wait, you were totally about to jump into the fray! Ruggie-kun, you changed your tune so fast!!

Sebek: I had no intention of abandoning this task set to me, I swear... I'm afraid I acted shamelessly.

Vil: I also let my anger go to my head... I shouldn't have done so here. This is something for me to reflect on.

Sam: It's all right! As long as the shoveling is done before the shop opens, everything will be fine.

Sam: That being said, I'm going to need you guys at your best to sell our merchandise and engage in ＨＡＧＯＩＴＡ battles, so it'd be great if you guys could reserve your strength for that.

Sam: I'll be at the store, then.

Ruggie: Whew... I'm glad he didn't say anything like, "I'm gonna dock your pay!"

Ruggie: 'Kay, everyone, let's get back to shoveling this snow.

Cater: Yeah! Shoveling the snow～ Shoveling the snow～

Sebek: I cannot believe that I would lose my composure over something so minor as snow falling on me...

Sebek: How careless... The only way to vent this frustrating feeling is to shovel it all away.

Sebek: RRRAAAAARGH!!! MOVE IT, SNOW!!!

Ruggie: Sebek-kun's shoveling has gotten so intense he's more like a snow plow than anything.

Vil: ...

Ruggie: Vil-san, you've been quite for a little while now... Didja get all tired from that fight with Sebek-kun?

Vil: As if. I wouldn't even consider that level of movement a warm-up.

Vil: A thought cross my mind when Sam said "ＨＡＧＯＩＴＡ battle."

Vil: You recall how our sales took a dip temporarily due to our non-stop winning streak?

Vil: Our customers all returned, thankfully, after we switched up how we would win against them. However...

Ruggie: Yeah, I guess he'd have a few thoughts about that as the owner of the store, even though it was only a short period of time.

Ruggie: Ah! You're not thinking...

Ruggie: If I can make up for the sales we lost, I'd be more than sure to definitely get my special bonus...!?

Vil: Yours? I'll be the one to win it. ...Although, speaking as someone currently employed here, I don't think it wouldn't be too terrible to think about how to help the shop.

Ruggie: True... What about if we give some other perk if they spend more than 5,000 Madol, rather than just challenging us to a battle?

Vil: That's not a bad idea. However, is there even anything that we'd be able to prepare at a moment's notice?

Ruggie: If it's gotta be something that's not gonna cost any money... What if we folded up some warthogs out of leftover wrapping paper?

Vil: I can't imagine the students at this school would be interested in that, let alone small children.

Ruggie: You're right, I just thought I'd throw it out there.

Ruggie: Hmm, isn't there anything that won't take too much time or money to set up...?

Ruggie: Ah! What about the chance to take a selfie with you, Vil-san?

Vil: Are you seriously trying to insinuate that taking a selfie with me would only be worth 5,000 Madol?

Ruggie: Nah, of course not, but maybe it could be more like a friend discount!

Vil: Rejected.

Ruggie: Tch. Then...

???: ―Aaaaaahh!!

Ruggie: !! What was the scream just now!? Hey, Cater-san's missing!

Cater: S-Someone help me～

Vil: There's a voice coming from that snowbank beside the tree...

Ruggie: That's probably definitely Cater-san under all that snow, isn't it.

Ruggie: Doesn't look like he can get out of there on his own, we should help him.

Vil: You're just causing more work for us, seriously.

Ruggie: You okay, Cater-san?

Cater: Thanks, you two, for getting me out from under all that snow～

Cater: Right when I was shoveling the snow by the tree, a huge pile of snow fell on top of me, I thought I was a goner.

Cater: Even though I saw the same thing happening to Sebek-kun just a little bit ago... I guess I wasn't being careful enough.

Ruggie: That was way more snow than what fell earlier. Took forever to dig you out of there...

Ruggie: AH!!!

Vil: What is it, Ruggie?

Ruggie: I had a great idea that'll help boost the New Year's Sale, and make our job easier.

(Part 1) Part 2 (Part 3)

#twisted wonderland #twst #ruggie bucchi #cater diamond #vil schoenheit #sebek zigvolt #twst ruggie #twst cater #twst vil #twst sebek #twst sam #twst translation #twst new years

[mikimeiko]

Day 2 - Innsbruck (Austria)

I slept almost 12 hours XD tomorrow is going to be another intense day of travel, so today I'm taking things really slow.

It's raining, so I go get breakfast in a place near my hostel. They have so many options and I panic XD and end up ordering a breakfast option made entirely of sweet things ;_;

Everything was very good but it ended up being overwhelmingly sweet and I couldn't finish it.

It has stopped raining so I take a walk around the old town. It's still overcast but the light is a lot more lively and crisp than yesterday. Innsbruck is a very beautiful city.

I saw a priest on a scooter! (Not like a vespa-scooter, like a skateboard-scooter. His clothing was flowing in the wind and it was very funny XD)

Why is coffee so expensive outside of Italy? ;_;

The Hofgarten is very peaceful and lovely to walk through. Lots of biodiversity, gotta love that!

There's a funicular that starts underground on the outskirts of the old town and takes you up the mountain! Well, it takes you a bit up the mountain and then from there you can take two cable cars to get to THE TOP of the mountain. But I don't like cable cars and the top of the mountain is shrouded in clouds anyway, so I just go up a bit with the funicular :D

The Alps continue to be ridiculously magnificent.

Near the funicular station there's a small inn where I finally get to it the kaspressknödel (a fried "dumpling" made with potatoes and cheese - very similar to frico from Friuli now that I think about it), the one thing I really wanted to try here in Innsbruck. And I'm happy I did because it's SO GOOD.

I get down from the mountain by bus and, very happy with my 24h transport ticket, I engage in one of my favourite hobbies: taking random buses and trams out of the city centre. I find the prettiest small church, a second waterway (not sure if it's a river or a canal) and smallish park with a pond in the middle <3

I went to see the market, and the stalls that were closed yesterday, but neither was particularly interesting. I don't know why I always set my expectations so high on markets XD

I grabbed some food and went back to my hostel. Tonight there were actually people in the common area, and I had a nice chat with the other travellers before sadly saying my goodbyes - since tomorrow I have a SUPER early train to Salzburg ;_;

#innsbruck #austria #travel #europe #it's not technically interrail 2023 #mag travels from time to time #my photography #i just want a tag for the things i personally put out into the world

[moviesludge]

what I learned from my time exercising as a 260-280 pound 6'1" guy. I know this is all obvious stuff to most but it really all is as important as they say and sometimes you think you can just do whatever because you never had problems before, but I learned the hard way!

BREATHE - you keep your heartrate down and exercise doable by controlling your breathing. I didn't completely understand how important it was and almost passed out a few times (scary) because I was either unconsciously holding my breath during situps or not inhaling during the right *part* of the exercise, etc. Inhale during the tough part of the exercise!

I've always heard to breathe in through the nose and out through the mouth, with the emphasis being that the more often air is in your lungs on the inhale, the better (within reason obv). I have found that it doesn't always work when trying to drop my heartrate after heavy exercise. What seems to work best for me is a deep inhale and release followed by a "normal" inhale and release. When I keep doing deep inhales, my heartrate tends to increase. I gotta remember that the intent is to slow the breathing while getting adequate oxygen.

DRINK WATER BEFORE AND AFTER EXERCISING - Being hydrated affects your heartrate. I didn't hydrate enough once and my heartrate just would not come down at all after a workout. I didn't feel necessarily thirsty and started feeling tense and shaky, but once I drank some water, it came down almost immediately.

DONT OVERDO IT - Having a heart/pulse tracking device or fitness band is important. You always want to know where your heartrate is, as well as your levels of heart exertion. Most fitness bands have this broken into 4 or 5 heartrate stages. Even if you feel physically able to do the exercise at max hr, you shouldn't work in your highest exertion level for too long. You may feel discouraged and tempted to push yourself if your heartrate is struggling to do something that you've been able to do comfortably before or regularly before, but you shouldn't! It doesn't matter because there are often OTHER FACTORS AT PLAY. You could be more tired today, it could be hotter or more humid where you're working out, etc. There are other reasons you might not consider and it doesn't necessarily mean you've gotten weaker/more out of shape, so don't worry about it and ease up on the intensity to slow your heartrate down to a reasonable level

STRETCH - Warming up before a workout is important to prepare your muscles for stretching. I typically do treadmill and do calf stretches for 1 minute each.

SALT MANAGEMENT - Too much salt in a meal after a workout makes me tense and "jumpy". Like restless legs and cramps. It causes me trouble sleeping too. I've found that potassium helps. Raisins are a really concentrated form of potassium that cuts into the effects of / helps process salt. Potatoes, yogurt, and bananas work too. You can also take a potassium or magnesium supplement. If I feel a cramp coming on, I take a magnesium tablet and it gets rid of it.

EXPERIMENT - I was doing treadmill 3 days in a row regularly for almost a year and my doc told me I should be resting the day after doing treadmill once. When I finally took his advice, it was harder to exercise because I had let my body rest and it felt like I had to get back into "workout mode" again. But when I exercised 2 consecutive days, it was always easier the second day because I was riding the wave of energy I got from that first round. I don't know if there's something to what he was saying or not, but I found that it doesn't work that well for me. I have been trying different schedules of exercise since taking his advice disrupted my groove. I did 2 days on, 1 day resting, 1 day on, 1 day resting, repeat. Or 3 on 2 off. You gotta find out what works for your fitness and energy levels and the only way to know is experiment.

[yandereshingeki]

I was surprised at how much it helped actually 😭 it’s an intense taste at first but a lot nicer after you swallow it, and much better than any medicine TT at least in my opinion anyway 😭

Thank youu 🥹🥹 I feel much better now and it does feel so good, I always forget how much being ill sucks until I’m actually ill again TT

I’m still saving up to buy a pc but I was looking at pre-built ones and there was one near me that was so tempting but I just don’t have the money right now 😭😭 I’ll get there eventually 💔

I’ll leave the warm orange recipe below 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Sincerely a very scared anon 😗 ~~

p.s ~ i always forget how I do my signature so I apologise if this is wrong 😔

p.p.s ~ I hope the warm orange helps 🫶🏻

1. Get a big orange and slice the top off of it 🍊

2. Stab the inside of the orange with a fork, like you would a baked potato 🥔

3. Sprinkle a little salt on the flesh of the orange where you just stabbed 🧂

4. Put the sliced off bit of orange back on top, like a lid 🍊

5. Place in a microwaveable bowl and microwave the orange for 2 minutes 🥣

6. When the orange is ready, discard the sliced off bit of orange and add some honey 🍯

7. Squeeze out the juices from the warm orange 🍊

8. Be careful! Mine was very hot :3

9. Gently mix, add more honey if needed, and drink with a spoon or a syringe :))

10. 🫂🫂🫂💋💋💋

OOO THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON!!! I have to wait until my dad gets home to try this because he’s the only one well enough that can go out right now (He gets home from work soon so i’ll ask him to go get me an orange) but if he does, I’ll let you know if it works!!!! Also i’m so sorry that I took like an hour to respond to this I had such bad body aches that I just took some pain meds and took a nap 😭😭 body is feeling better but my head is pounding !! being sick sucks so bad you’re so right about not remembering how bad it is until you get sick again （；＿；）Gotta fight through it though, I got stuff to finish

💋💋 many kisses anon!! Ps, if i ever figure out the pc stuff more, I’ll post about it so hopefully you can see!!

#very scared anon #aleks is giving me a little bit of help with the pc stuff i am so grateful 😞 thank you aleks #forests mailbox

[softthrillz]

Endurance Athlete Feedist Daydreams

It’s nearing the end of marathon season and my last big race is coming up this weekend, and I haven’t been able to get this special vision of how a feedist relationship in which one partner is an avid distance runner/endurance athlete might play out. We runners have to eat a lot, and I often have trouble getting in enough calories to maintain my weight, balancing out my energy output with enough input. It’s not been my most grueling training plan, but I consistently run about 80 miles a week, and sometimes the intensity of my workouts can ironically make it a bit harder to work up an appetite. I couldn’t help but wondering what it’d be like to have a fat cutie by my side during this training period, what it might be like in the future.... I envisioned a plush partner who loves to eat and cook, loving baking, experimenting with different macro ratios to optimize for things like pre-workout fueling needs and post-workout recovery--snacking all throughout on these various baked goods, encouraging me when I have trouble eating because of the toll intense training can take on the stomach/digestive system (not to mention the exhaustion). Eating my leftovers is just a bonus, of course. Coming back from a long run on the weekend to a shower shake on the counter and a kiss on the cheek as they’re making the fixing for chimichangas--unquestionably a true breakfast of champions (a shower shake is a post-run shake you can just bring with you and drink in the shower lmao--like a shower beer--needless to say, we runners are weird lol--I mean, we just enjoy running around for hours, no surprise there haha), all the while sipping a shake of their own, because why not? Gotta keep their belly nice and topped off. Don’t mind the bits of tofu scram, breakfast potatoes, and soyrizo they’ve been tasting throughout the morning--that’s just being a proper chef! Gotta taste before you waste. Or something like that. Bringing back burgers, fries, and shakes from that new vegan diner down the street one evening after work, enough for my fill, and a daring amount for my tubby love. I help feed them as they start to slow down, offering them sips of their milkshake in between bites, simultaneously cooling them down and filing them up with an absolutely divine oat- and tahini-based chocolate shake. Rubbing their big, inviting belly, pushing along the sides and upper arch in strategic moves to alleviate errant pressure.  “Good job, baby, you ate so much for me,” I’d say.  After languidly basking in the haze of their hedonistic fullness, they likewise help me, noticing I’ve only eaten half my burger and a few sips of my shake. Knowing I ran 16 miles earlier that morning and that I have a sensitive stomach, one soft-but-sure arm comes around to gently hold me around my ribs, pulling me closer, leaning against their squishy side, their other hand coming to slowly brush gently across my stomach. ”Stomach giving you trouble? You need to finish that darling, let me help you,” they’d tell me. After working through our respective meals, in a sneakily caring plan to get more food into me after an intense week of training, they bring out some Tupperware filled with the pastries and other goods they baked to munch on while catching up on a show that night, ending up eating 3 or 4 or 5 for every one they got in me, but it works for us, for both of our goals, seemingly divergent, but actually at least parallel, harmonious even. Serving one another in this interesting feedist dynamic, where the feedee and feeder live outside of a rigid feedism binary and moreso in a synergistic space of care and affection and heat, realistically adaptable to situational realities, but familiar in many ways beyond those unique personal qualities.  Gosh, I can imagine finishing a race and seeing their cherubic cheeks bunched up in a laughing cheer, holding a sign in one hand and a snack in the other, falling into the soft, plush, pillowy form of an absolute babe, feeling flush and wild and electric with that post-race energy, the crowd still cheering as fellow runners cross the finish line. “I’m so proud of you, darling,” I imagine they’d tell me as I catch my breath, “you made it!” Cheekily, I might look at them mischievously and say, “wanna go help reup my glycogen stores?” And with a brilliant grin they’d reply, absentmindedly rubbing their ever-burgeoning belly in anticipation “of course baby, I’ve been planning this feast for AGES. First we’re going to go to...” I’d lovingly gaze at them as they guide me in my post-race daze back to the car, excited to eat hard after a long 26.2 miles on the road--and ensure my partner more than matches me and then some while we’re at it.... Yeah, I can definitely envision that.😌

#text #this has just been on my mind #among other scenarios within this context #a runner encourager/feeder and a feedee #I think it's actually kind of beautiful in a way #Sometimes mainstream feedism is contextualized in a way that doesn't seem super conducive to realistic relationships #And so I find that realism brought into feedism is just super hot--sweltering #Not in place of anything that already popularly exists--just as an addition to the lovely feedism mosaic of this modern world haha #soft feedism #queer feedism #sapphic feedism #nonbinary feedism #wg text #weight gain text #wg story #weight gain story #gaining weight #feedist text #feedist #wg kink #feedist thoughts #feedist imagines #gluttony #hedonism #plush partner is also some cute feedism alliteration imo

[toastedwrittenthoughts]

Pink Ladies Ep 8 Thoughts.. 

Episode 8.. Was rough.

Here are my thoughts.... Not that anyone asked for them.

The fact that Jane has to run away from both Buddy and Richie made me shake my head, and the fact that the Pink Ladies mention that she has 2 potential dates to worry about whereas they don't gave me the best of friends vibes.

Richie looking hurt, but still understanding of Janes decision about going to the Ball with the Pink Ladies. God. Man.

The internalized lecture she gave herself after he left. Say what you will, we've all had a moment like that. Like 'why did I say that?"

Gil coming in to the Frost Palace like a force and even after trying to shake the nerves out, him smacking books out of some persons hands never fails to make me laugh.

I gotta say that I FREAKING LOVE THE FACT!! That Gil respected both Richie and Olivia enough to WAIT UNTIL he got the brothers blessing to move in and ask her out. And as soon as he has an opportunity to do it, he goes straight for it! Atta boy! Get your girl! 

Olivia making him WORK for it with his hunt for nickels.

Hazel. And Wally.

Buddy looking visually a little rougher pleases me. Takes Jane's news well enough on the chin.

Gil being nervous and kinda skirting how he feels about her. .. My sweet boy..

Making nickels outta dimes... All I could think of.

Lydia walking by and Cynthia TRACKING here.

Nancy having a meltdown over her infatuation.

Nancy dropping a big C and Cynthia sounding so concerned.

"Its worse than cancer... Its inside of me. Growing. Spreading."

"A child?'- My roommate.

Cynthia being shook that Nancy has a thing for Potato. Both are probably shocked as hell..

Crushing Me is a western bop.

Potato looking thrilled and kinda scared of Nancy never fails to make me laugh...

Dot looking crushed..

Shy Guy looking subtly thrilled and SLIDING to go sit with the gang and tell them.

Classic Pink Ladies. Put their mind to it, they got dates in 5 minutes.

Richie chilling in the TBird, jacket off, looking at a lighter... Mmm. Yum.

Richie comforting Dot and deciding to go the the ball together is just... so pure. But what he says to her about how the person he likes going with someone else... "I know how that one HITS." And for Richie, they just keep on coming.. Then again, he's used to it. And Dot recognizing pain, offers him a lolly like someone does a drink or a cigg. And her lighting up at going together.

The whole PTA meeting... Just. Don't even get me started. Spelling in front of high schoolers? Are you kidding me? What about the others who's ears aren't covered?!

The more the girls are together, the more I love their dynamics. Jane and Olivia gushing together over the décor, the way they boost Nancy up in all her... Nancyness intensity. And the way Jane reacts when Cynthia comes into view. In a dress.. Just.. sweet girl.

Olivia and Mr. Daniels... GoFUCKYourself. No. Everything. About. You. NO!

Olivia almost using 'I have a date' like a goddamn shield...

Wally being charming AF when Hazel is nervous is just.. Daw.

Buddy looking FOUL and guilty to his dad who tries to dismisses it.

I thought it would pan over to Jane but the fact that it was Richie! Hooo boy!

And the look he sends over his shoulder before it softens in Jane's vague direction... God. Add in the fact that Richie was at a casino acting out when Jane got the news that she lost, and then to hear that after she lost, she didn't even lose fairly because Buddy's dad cheated... My first thought was that he couldn't go an tell her or even comfort her.. And the anger he must've felt to hear that his girl got cheated out and that Buddy hasn't come clean when he 'wants too'.... Lot to process.

The Pink Ladies hyping up eachother. The Birds being awkward around them..

Gil's comment about being a cartoon wolf around Olivia killed me! 

Gil being nervous when he hands her the corsage... YOU CAN SEE HIS HANDS TREMBLE! 

Richie keeping his reactions to Dot pleasantly neutral. He only livens up with Jane. 

Dots Sandy Reference! 

In my opinion, Richie's (Jonathan Neives) performance this episode seemed.... I dunno... weaker? than previous episodes, but when he was with Jane, he seemed to really be himself. Am I just being crazy?

Susan taking the Pink Ladies side in both the dance counsel and when talking to her mother made my opinion of her lift up a little. 

The conversation between Susan and her mother.. And the doctor... 'Buddy had a right to know...'  

Holy. Shit. 

Like, it makes sense and it does check off the classic box of head cheerleader and top quarterback... That is how you say something without saying something. 

Richie cant miss an opportunity to even subtly flirt with Jane. And the way she smiles back at him... Just.. My babies!

Dot picking up on vibes. They are kind hard to miss

Gil being a 'respectful dancing distance away' from Olivia until she pulls him in and the way he melts against her. And her giggle!

Cynthia and Shy guy.. The whole scene is (as weird and bad as this is gonna sound) a good kind of cringe. But Shy guy... My sweet boy.

Richie and Jane having 'ideas'!

Breaking my hear kid! Fly free!

Fly free!

It'll probably be an unpopular opinion but I'm glad we didn't get a kiss between Richie and Jane, especially right after Dot took 'one for the road.' And how he looked at Jane when she did it like... 

He wiped his mouth with his hand. I was both pleased and kinda offended in a good way.. 

"What about Buddy?"/"What about him?" The way his face subtly changes! AND THEY PLAYED THEIR SONG! I started humming 'Carelessly' and then FREAKED OUT!

BORN.TO.HAND.JIVE!

Olivia going after Susan.. is justified but scorpions can still sting eachother.. And dishing out poison like its shots goes out to anyone and everyone she can.

S.O.A.B.. Buddy didn't even come out and say it himself... But when it's already out there, he caves. 

Richie just trying to keep things calm... I felt kinda robbed that we didn't get a.. bigger reaction out of him.. And how he just pushes Buddy away..

Oh DOT! Damn! Dot! 

Wally and Hazel knowing that shits about to go down and need to GTFO. 

When we see Richie and Buddy.. I won't call it fighting.. It's more like a decent tousle.  "GeT him Richie!" 

Wally and Hazel. The Stars and the Sea. Cuties.

"That's. Not. Fair." I swear, that saying makes my eye twitch.

"If you would just Pick a side. Pick a boy." AND THE FACT THAT JANE doesnt respond. Say what you will, but Richie and Olivia make solid points, even when they are hurt/mad.

HE'S IN JAIL?! Olivia! WTAF ARE YOU DOING?!

Nancy looking as broken as the window....

#grease: rise of the pink ladies #richie valdovinos #jane facciano #richie x jane #wally x hazel #olivia x gil #spoilers #personal thoughts #potato x nancy

[hopefulstarfire]

Have some quick profiles for the yugioh ocs!!

Katherine "Kat" Grace Mercer

She/her, 15-18, pan.

Stage name is Kat Pegasus.

Younger sister of Cecelia Pegasus.

Lost her sister and parents within a few months of each other at the age of 8. She has since lived with her godparents, Vance and Chelsea Griffin, and also tends to crash with her brother-in-law and godbrother often. She still goes back to her family ranch every so often to visit her Uncle Wes.

Duels with a plant based Deck. Her ace cards are Fallen Angel of Roses and Queen Angel of Roses.

Got to beta test Duel Monsters and it's one of her favorite things.

Seto was the only person to beat her and she has had an intense rivalry with him ever since they were 13. Then he loses to Yugi and her immediate thought is "Well, great, I gotta beat short stack here too."

Loves gaming, the color pink, fashion, baking, steak, Funny Bunny, her queen Dolly Parton and doing anything for the Aesthetic. Hates paparazzi, crowds, mushrooms, Weevil Underwood and having to cook anything that's not ramen.

Has a service dog (a German Shepherd) named Lola.

Wants to stream and play Duel Monsters for the rest of her life; has some worries about one day running Industrial Illusions herself.

Iris Ophelia McGinnis

She/her (also will respond to they/them, may be more she/they actually), 19-22, demi bi.

Bastard child of Steven Nezbitt.

Lives with her Mom, Meredith, and her younger brother, River.

Tries to look after her Mom a lot, who deals with MS. She's also her beta reader since her Mom wants to try and become a writer and move away a bit more from the law world.

Met Seto and Mokuba when she was just shy of 14 when Nezbitt tried to arrange a marriage between her and Seto. This has since been called off since Seto took over the company and she views the boys as her brothers.

Doesn't really Duel, but does carry around a deck that's a mashup of cards so she can play with Mokuba and River. Seto is pissed she won't Duel him.

Is in school to become a nurse and is going to school off of scholarships and has some AP credits under her belt. She also works two part time jobs, one at a cafe/bakery and one at a bookstore.

Has one best friend she hangs out with during any free time she actually has and that's Alister...who is secretly not who she thinks he is.

Loves reading, thrift shopping, astronomy, gardening, baked potato soup, sitting in the park, comfy hoodies, quiet quality time and spamming her friends with tiktoks to let them know she's alive even if she's not feeling sociable. She hates porkchops, crowds, her job at the cafe, her deadbeat dad, weapons of destruction, bowling (bc she always loses and Seto makes fun of her for granny bowling) and sand.

Wants to become an APRN and later decides she's going to work in pediatrics!

Maddox Ryder Griffin

He/him, 24-27 years old, bi.

Kat and Cecelia's godbrother and Maximillion's best friend. His parents are Chelsea and Vance.

Lives with his twin daughters, Dahlia and Dinah (5-8 years old), and Max, having moved in with him shortly after his ex-girlfriend, Paige, abandoned him and their daughters. Considers Kat more like his sister and Max like his brother than anything else.

Uses a Spellcaster Deck; his ace is Magician of Black Chaos.

Currently works for his family company, Griffin Security, and is the one in charge of I2s security, just directly above Croquet. He's also acted as tournament comissioner several times before, to help keep the very loose rules of the game instilled before it finally got real rules (which was the biggest relief for him ever).

Protective of Kat and Max both, but he's never afraid to call them on their shit when he needs to.

Also has a German Shepherd for a pet that's a few years older than Lola named Diesel.

Loves punk rock and heavy metal, Nickelback, sitcoms, cooking, crab legs, camping, swimming, getting tattoos, his pickup truck and singing. Hates when there's no structure/rules to games, even mild cheating, overly controlling people, artichokes, and any reason to have to wake up early on a Saturday morning.

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