#'SHE DID NOOOT??'

[wakingupthetrees]

imagine how crazy the legolas and tauriel gossip sesh went when he finally got to valinor like omg i just know they had so much to say

[vim-flam]

transcript:

JL: (...) I think- you better just tell us the answer, now. we're--

Ella: it's... it's... swimming flippers!

JL: no way!

JF: nooo(!) [JL laughing]

Ella: yeah!

Liam: Benjamin Franklin invented swimming flippers!?

Ella: yeah!

JF: whaaat, no he did nooot(!)

Ella: he did!

JF: really?

Ella: he did!

Liam: I never knew that!

JF: what were they made- what do you think they were made out of?

JL & Liam: wood?

Ella: yeah!

JF: nooo. that- that can't be true(!)

Ella: just wood that he tied onto - his feet! and - I read it in a non-fiction book!

JL: no, I believe it! I believe it.

JF: really?

Ella: yeah, 'cause he loved swimming.

JL: sure! that's right, he was a big-time swimmer.

Ella: he loved swimming and he wanted a way to make himself go faster!

JL: mhm.

JF: interesting ... I wonder how well wooden flippers would work.

Ella: yeah, they probably weren't too comfortable. he might've gotten a couple splinters. [JF laughing]

JL: have you read the autobiography of Benjamin Franklin?

Ella: no.

JL: it's a good book, there's a part of it where he talks about, um, problems that people have and what's wrong with them. and he says- he's working on all of his problems, but there's one that he thinks he'll never solve, which is that he's, um. vain? you know what that means? like, he's conceited. [kids giggling]

it's like, if he could manage to... stop being vain, he would probably be, uh, vain about that. [Bill Childs laughing]

Ella: so, you can't- so he couldn't really stop being vain?

JL: he couldn't stop! he couldn't stop being vain--

Liam: -- whenever you hear that slap, it's me.

JL: (chuckles) that was a forehead slap there.

Liam: yes.

[xingqiusleftearring]

STOPP what is peoples problem w suzume that was legitimately one of the best movies ive ever watched

[cloudeling]

our new kitty is very talkative which is vry cute but i swear it's rubbing off on mia

[illdothehotvoice]

I must admit I am coming back around to Mareach

[strwbrychffoncke]

"and so i drank one ,it became four ,and when i fell on the floor i drank more,, 2.4k words synopsis: lads men taking care of you when you're drunk contains: lads (separate) x drunk!reader ,f!reader (use she/her pronouns around + femme petnames) ,fluff, some drunk comfort ,completely self-indulgent (based on me when i drink so keep in mind) ,reader is a lightweight (lol) ,some suggestive dialogue but nothing happens its mostly teasing ,that might be it note: unedited! wrote after drinking myself so beware of typos lolol, this was written in honor of the new yrs :x

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zayne

(implied) established relationship, you're at his place, doctor zayne mode activates, reader is pretty clingy, zayne gets you water, you get carried, you sleep in his bed, he hides the alcohol from you (lol???)

"it looks like someone overindulged themselves tonight."

"huuuuuh?"

you tilt your head, innocent eyes finding zayne's hard gaze.

"whad'y mean?"

coming home to see various alcohol bottles sprawled out across the kitchen counter, and a couple of empty bottles of some sweet mixed drinks you had sitting in the fridge for who knows how long was not something he expected after another long shift at the hospital.

he only sighs in response to your question, walking towards you to check you over before you cling to him.

"zayyyyne, missed you soooo much," you mumble, arms encircling around one of his tugging him closer.

"you're drunk."

you burst into a fit of giggles before refuting.

"no im nottt."

"just how much did you drink this time?"

you think it over for a long moment before deciding on your answer.

"just a little," you emphasize by holding your index and thumb fingers up, a small distance in between them.

zayne leans towards you, hand rising to rest on your forehead.

"how do you feel?"

"my head feels like its going to fall off...." suddenly your expression morphs into one of worry, and your eyes water as you look up pleadingly at zayne.

"it won't fall off, will it doctor?? its so heavy, it feels like its going to fall off...."

"no, its not going to fall off," he reassures pointedly, drawing his hand back in favor of pinching the bridge of his nose.

"really????"

you look up at him, eyes wide and hopeful, and when he looks back down at you he can't help but to pat your head.

"really. now, let me examine you further."

you give a short nod, small giggles escaping your lips as he gives you a good once-over, dragging his index finger across your line of vision (noticing how you quickly lose focus and laugh instead) and taking note of your hazy, half-lidded eyes.

"my diagnosis is that you're drunk."

"i'm nooot," you whine.

"i'm going to get you some water, and then you'll get some rest."

you let out an involuntary yawn, proving his point before he stands up and turns towards the kitchen.

"i'll be right back," he says, but only manages a single step before you latch onto his hand with both of yours.

"don't leave," you whine, looking up at him again with those wide, tearful eyes.

seriously, how much did you drink????

"i'm only grabbing some water for you. i'll be back in a moment."

with that, he takes off, leaving you to giggle to yourself for a moment before calling out to him.

"zayne.... zayyyyne.... come baaaaack............ where did you gooooo?"

he's back in under a minute, and you're quick to cling to him once he's back in your sight.

"zaaaaaaayne!"

"let's get you to bed."

"carry me?" you ask, reaching your arms up as your lips curl up cutely.

he sighs before promptly reaching down for you.

"it seems this particular patient requires plenty of rest given the way she's acting."

with those words, he lifts you up with ease, carrying you bridal style towards your shared room, quickly noticing the way you almost seem to go limp in his arms by the time he gets to the bed.

you already managed to fall asleep?

after he tucks you in, he makes sure to hide every liquor bottle properly while making a mental note to tell him when you wanted to drink so that he could make sure to be with you when you did.

even if your drunk self was a handful, he thought you were still quite cute.

who knew you were such an easily amused drunk?

-

xavier

established relationship, out together before he takes you to his place, sleepy!reader (+ xav), he gives you water, affectionate!reader moment, he changes you (freak mode is not activated), cuddling

tonight, the hunter's association went out drinking to celebrate a particularly grueling mission that turned into a success.

while neither you or xavier drank much, you decided to indulge just a little given the nature of the mission.

though, despite xavier's warning for you to not overdo it, he watches as you down your second drink as he sips on his water, already preparing himself for the trouble you'll be causing later.

which leads to now, supporting you (almost like half-carrying you) as he unlocks and leads you through the entrance of his apartment.

"ah, im so.. sleepy...."

"yes, me too. the sooner we get you in, the sooner we can get to bed," he reassures.

you're led to his sofa, falling back into the cushions as he runs off to retrieve water from his fridge for you.

when he comes back, your eyes are closed.

he bends himself to your level, nudging your cheek with his finger.

"hey, don't fall asleep before drinking some water."

"head hurts.." you mumble.

"the water will help, come on."

he opens it for you, pushing it towards your lips.

they part, and he takes the opportunity to tilt the bottle slightly, hydrating you himself.

after ten seconds, he pulls it back, wiping a stray droplet from the corner of your lips before screwing the lid back on.

"why would you drink so much when you can't handle it at all?"

you chuckle at this, and he sighs.

"come on, let's get to bed, i'm tired too."

"sleepy time," you mumble as he grabs your hand and helps you to your feet, steadying you with both his hands.

"sleepy time indeed," he nods once, leading you to his bedroom.

right at the doorway, you suddenly wrap your arms around him, planting sleepy kisses across his cheek.

"oh?"

xavier is stunned for a moment but accepts the drunken affection, wry smile forming on his lips.

you pull away to look at him.

"you're so pretty," you sigh, gaze faraway yet almost enchanted by him.

he laughs at this.

"come on, lets get to bed already."

he helps you shed your outer clothes before ridding of his own, pulling one of his sweaters over your head as he pulls on sweatpants, tugging you to fall into the mattress with him.

he hugs you close, planting a kiss on your head, then your cheek, your nose, and then your lips as your breaths even out.

"sleep well, my lovely star."

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rafayel

implied established relationship, whiny!reader, teasing!raf, he calls you "cutie," you're at his studio/home

truth be told, rafayel loved when you got like this.

since you didn't drink often, it was quite the treat for him to see you as clingy and needy as he felt for you on a daily basis.

"raaaaaaaaf," you whined.

"yes, cutie?"

you hugged him.

"'s so hot," you breathed out, slumping beside him.

he laughed.

"but i opened the window to let the sea breeze in awhile ago, isn't it working?"

you pout, shaking your head before quickly regretting it, laying it back down against his shoulder.

"not at all."

"you poor thing," he said half-teasing, reaching his free hand out to pat your head.

"raf."

"hm?"

"rafayel."

"yes?"

"ra-fa-yeeeeel."

he broke into a wide smile.

"need somethin', cutie?"

"jus' like your name," you mumbled.

"oh? really?"

"mhm."

"well, i like yours more."

"nope."

"mhm."

"no."

"do too."

suddenly, you reach for his hand.

you tug it towards you before beginning to trace his fingers.

"are you a fortune teller now or something?

he maneuvers his hand so that his fingers intertwine with yours.

"too bad, looks like you can't see it anymore."

you giggle at him.

"stay like this?" your words come out as a question.

"there's nothing i'd want more," he answers, heart full at the satisfied smile on your face before cuddling into him once more.

-

sylus

relationship can be seen as established or not tbh, he calls you "kitten" several times, incorrect use of evol? (but its to save reader from falling lol), you get carried, he comforts you

sylus walks into the kitchen as you step out, taking note of the various alcoholic beverage cans and bottles across the counter.

"having a party without me, kitten?"

you shake your head.

"no, no," you smile. "jus' needed t' grab som'ing" you manage to slur out, headed towards the stairs.

he watches you as you begin making your way up some stairs before you stumble.

before you can even register that you're falling, black and red tendrils wrap around your body, catching you with ease.

your airy laughs fill the room, uncaring of you almost falling down the stairs, the feeling of the tendrils circling your waist and thighs almost electrifying against your sensitive skin.

"s-s-sylus! aha! tickles, hahaha-!"

the man in question half grins at your reaction, none the wiser to the surge of panic you just caused him.

in no time at all, he's beside you, tendrils gently uncurling from you as he looks down at you.

"such a clumsy kitten," he shakes his head. "what will i do with you?"

you're still swaying slightly, blinking up at him, and he doesn't wait for an answer that you may or may not give before hauling you over his shoulder, causing a surprised sound and you erupting into another fit of giggles.

he holds you securely, making his way towards his room with you, the pleasant sound of your amused laughs his favorite melody.

he passes by luke and kieran, asking them to do away with the beverages that are still out on the counter.

"is she... alright?" luke asks out of concern.

"oh, she's just fine. it seems a little kitten can't hold her liquor very well," he shakes his head.

after they leave (you waving at them as they disappear into the distance) sylus feels you shiver against him.

"cold?"

"so cold..."

"don't worry, kitten," he begins, pushing the door to his room open. "you'll be warmed up in no time."

he wastes no time gently dropping you into bed, watching as you bounce slightly on the mattress, a pleased sound escaping you as you waste no time to get under the covers.

"are you alright?" he asks, head tilted and concern lacing his tone.

you nod before you frown.

"stomach hurts...."

"my poor kitten."

sylus quickly turns out the light, settling beside you as his large hand comes up to rub over your belly.

you curl into him, pleased grin stretching across your lips, and without realizing it, you've drifted off in sylus comfort and warmth.

he doesn't know how long he stays by your side, gaze fixed on your sleeping face as he continues soothing the spot of pain, but he knows that in this moment, there's nowhere he'd rather be.

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caleb

implied established relationship, slight suggestive remarks, worried!caleb, caleb teasing you

when you stumble your way through the front entrance of your home, the first thing you're met with is caleb, hands crossed over his chest as he stares down at you, unamused.

before you can greet him, he speaks up.

"do you have any idea what time it is?"

your eyes slowly shift up to his, and you can't help but to burst into a fit of giggles.

"hiiii," you drag out once your laughing begins to subside.

caleb stares down at you for a moment, taking in your slightly disheveled state and your lack of comeback, hardened expression softening just slightly.

"are you.... drunk?"

you burst into giggles again as you deny his accusation.

"not at alllll," you deny, swaying side to side.

"ok, you're literally just lying."

you move to take another step but somehow stumble right into caleb, who quickly wraps his arms around you.

"what the hell did you drink, pipsqueak?"

"dunno..." you trail off, closing your eyes, feeling comforted by caleb's embrace.

"'m dizzy.. so sleepy...."

"ok, let me just get you to your room first, yeah?"

you nod, allowing yourself to be led by caleb to your bedroom.

you make it quickly, not without a few more stumbles, mostly leaning on caleb's large frame for support as you're led to sit down in your desk chair.

"ok, wait here, i'll be right back."

when he leaves your gaze lingers around your room, darting across the shelves and decorations as if its unfamiliar before you slump down in the chair.

you sway side to side for a bit before you allow yourself to slip down further, sinking down down down until you're splayed out on the soft carpet.

just as you make yourself comfortable, hurried footsteps get closer and enter through the doorway.

"ok, i'm back, i have-"

caleb pauses, staring down at you before his eyes crease in amusement.

"pipsqueak, what are you doing on the floor?"

"'s comfy," you answer, grabbing a nearby plushie (that caleb won for you) and hugging it to your chest. "wanna sleep here."

"well, you can't."

"why?"

"because your bed is right there."

"don' wanna get up..." you whine, eyes shut and curling up comfortably.

he sets down the water and medicine bottles he brought in on your bedside table before his attention is on you again.

"making me do the work like usual, huh?"

you don't have time to try and process the underlying meaning of his words before you feel yourself being lifted, erupting into laughs at the action before you're tossed onto your bed, bouncing against the mattress before you're settled, amusement still circulating the room.

"caleb!"

you're looking at him through your creased eyes, half closed as you slowly recover from your fit, watching as he shrugs, teasing smile playing at his lips.

"you said you couldn't get up, so i helped you."

when the giggles subside, you're both staring at each other for awhile before caleb breaks his gaze away.

"ok, you should really sleep now. do you need anything else before i go?"

"you?"

your answer comes out so simply, so honestly, that it catches him off guard, stuck in momentary shock when you speak up again.

"sleep with me," you pat the side of your bed.

he recovers from his shock at these words, smirk breaking out.

"oh? really, pipsqueak?"

"caleeeeb," you whine.

he puts his hands up in mock surrender.

"kidding, kidding," he closes the distance, standing right at the side of the bed.

"you sure you want me to sleep with you?"

"yes," you say, grabbing his hand.

"ok, ok, let me just get the light first."

he switches the light off, making his way back over before being tugged into bed by your eager pull.

even after he falls into the mattress with an oof, he quickly settles in before teasing you again.

"you sure you don't have any ulterior motives in pulling me into bed with you this time?"

when you don't pipe up again, he takes a look to see you having already dozed off.

he sighs, hand reaching up to cup and caress your cheek.

"sleep well, my pipsqueak. i'll be sure to punish you for worrying me so much tomorrow," he whispers his promise into the night, sealing with a kiss to the corner of your lips before slipping his eyes shut.

with you safe and secure in his arms, he could finally fall asleep peacefully tonight.

-

a/n: writing this after drinking hehe... i want to write more detailed (maybe full fics) of lads x drunk!reader but wrote these little imagines up for nowwww... i would like them all to dote on me but i think im quite funny in this state hehe -

[howslemon]

Breaded Butter

Jo Yuri x Male Reader

Words: 2k+

Part 1

You poured a packet of brown sugar into your coffee, stirring slowly until it dissolved. The first sip drew a quiet sigh from you, the warmth helping to shake off the remnants of sleep.

"Thank you for the update. We’re pleased to hear Yuri’s interactions went smoothly. Please ensure she’s well-prepared for today’s interviews. Keep us updated on any concerns or adjustments needed." Your eyes skimmed the higher-up’s reply to your report from last night, the iPad rested on the table beside your coffee.

“Good morning, oppa,” Yuri mumbled, shuffling toward the table, her hair slightly messy as she rubbed her eyes.

“Morning,” you replied, setting the iPad aside.

“Did you make me sound better in your report?” she asked, sliding to the seat next to you.

You took a bite of the avocado toast that you ordered from room service, glancing at her with a straigh face. “I made you sound worse.”

Her hand shot out, swatting your shoulder as she gave you a mock scowl. “I hate you.”

Suppressing a laugh, you watched as she grabbed her own toast, taking a bite with a pout. “Be thankful this tastes good,” she muttered, her glare darting sideways.

For someone so bratty, she really couldn’t take a joke. It always amused you how easily annoyed she gets.

“They just said good job,” you added, sipping your coffee.

Yuri’s pout melted into a smirk as she took bite after bite of her toast, chewing it like a squirrel. “Mm, it’s good.”

“How many interviews do we have today again?” she asked after finishing her toast. She reached for her orange juice, sipping carefully.

“Ten, some influencers, journalists, and a couple of reporters,” you said, finishing your own toast. “Did you prep your answers?”

Her lips curved into a proud smile. “Oppa, I’ve been prepping for ages.”

“Oh, and you’ll be with Siwan-nim as well in some of those. He’ll be guiding you if you stutter.” You added.

She smacked your arm, rolling her eyes. “I don’t stutter.” Seriously, it’s so fun to tease her.

A smirk tugged at her lips as she leaned back in her chair. “Siwan-oppa will probably just end up praising me anyway.”

You raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “I’m sure he’s thrilled to babysit you again.”

Her playful pout returned as she grabbed her orange juice. “Tch, you’re just jealous because he’s nicer to me than you are.”

Draining the last of your coffee, you stood and started stacking the plates and cups onto the room service tray. “We leave at eight. Better start getting ready.”

Yuri swung her legs playfully, leaning back on her chair. "Oppa… Why don't we shower together to save time?" she teased, her voice filled with mock innocence as she clapped her feet together.

"Pass," you replied, your tone as cold as the untouched butter packets on the tray.

Yuri pouted, resting her chin on her hand. "Come on oppa, we could finish early if we do it together," she said, her eyes locking on you. "It’s better to be early, right?"

"Still no," you said bluntly, turning to walk toward your room.

"Why nooot?" Yuri trailed after you, whining like the brat she is.

You sighed, your patience wearing thin. "Just go start getting ready. We don’t want to be late," you muttered, trying to end the conversation as you reached your room’s door.

Yuri wasn’t done. She grabbed your wrist, stopping you mid-step. "Just this once oppa, pleaaase?" she pleaded, her puppy eyes so exaggerated they might as well have been rehearsed.

You hesitated, feeling your resolve waver under the weight of her gaze. "...Fine," you muttered.

“Yayy! Wait for me,” she squealed, running back to her room like a puppy hearing the word ‘treat’.

A sigh escaped you as you opened your door, “This brat,” you muttered, stepping straight to the bathroom.

The warm spray from the shower eased up the tension of this LA trip off your shoulders. Your hand softly ruffles your hair against the running water. Steam began to rise, softening the chill of the marble tiles beneath your feet.

Just as you were about to forget that Yuri was coming over, the bathroom door suddenly opened. You glanced though the fogged-up glass, seeing her silhouette as she stepped in.

She slid the glass partition open and handed you the shampoo, body soap and a loofah she brought from her room. “Hold this for me oppa,” she said, completely unbothered by your naked body.

You placed her stuff down on the marble ledge, “At least knock the door before you enter,”.

Yuri untied her bathrobe, hanging it beside yours. Her movements were unbothered and natural, almost as if stripping down in front of you was the most normal thing for her.

She knocked on the glass before stepping in the shower, “There’s your knock,” she said, giving you a mocking smile.

As much as you’re tempted to stare at the idol’s naked body, you turned your back to her out of respect.

The water cascaded down Yuri’s body. "Ah, this feels so good," she murmured, tilting her head back to let the water drench her hair. She reached for the shampoo you’d set on the ledge.

Your focused on washing yourself up, trying to ignore Yuri’s presence. However, it’s almost impossible to ignore her quiet hums as she softly scrub herself with her pink loofah.

It was almost calming, the sound of water splashing the marble tiles, the warm water steaming the area, and the quiet hums of the woman behind you.

“Oppa, can you help me with my back?” Yuri breaks the calming sounds. Hesitation kept you in place for a moment before slowly turned to face her. There she was, her gorgeous back facing you, with the loofah that she’s holding on her shoulder for you to take. Your gaze flickered over her slender figure, her damp hair clinging to her shoulders, and the faint outline of her curves undeniably irrisistable.

Your feet silently stepped forward to reach the loofah from her hand. “Thank you oppa,” she said softly as you took it.

You brought the loofah on her back, the damp object warm against your palm as you work in slow, steady circles. Yuri’s shoulders relaxed under your touch, her head slightly tilting down.

Your hand shifted lower, careful enough not to reach somewhere restricted, not to linger for too long. The warm water hitting you only amplified the heat coursing through your body.

A faint smile formed on Yuri’s lips as she glanced over her shoulder. “Oops,” it was teasing, she purposely shifted backwards just enough to press her soft butt cheeks against your length that’s in a state between rest and readiness. It lingered just for a moment before you stepped back instinctively, heat rushing through you as you act unfazed by her action.

“My bad,” she turned her head to you biting her lip, it was almost mocking.

Without a word, you handed her the loofah, your head shifted to the side avoiding her blurred reflection through the fogged-up glass panel. You quickly turned towards the wall, hearing the sound of her fingers brushing the loofah’s surface.

A sudden touch on your back made your tense body jolt in surprise. “Let me wash your back too oppa,” her whisper carried a hint of her voice, low and intimate, carrying enough weight to send shivers down your spine.

Your body slowly relaxed as Yuri worked on your back softly. The abrasive but soothing sensation of the loofah felt like a massage. She traced deliberate circles that slowly went lower. You closed your eyes as you surrender yourself further into a relaxed state.

You were caught off guard as you felt something soft pressing against your back. “You’re so tense oppa,” that’s the moment you realized your loss, your heat had already consumed you and took over your body.

“Let me help you relax,” The loofah slipped from her hand, landing softly on the tiles beneath you, completely forgotten as you felt her hands slide on your sides.

You opened your eyes seeing the pink loofah lying down the floor. Her hands softly exploring your abdomen, pressing her breasts firmly against your back.

“Yuri…” you surenderred to her touches as your head tilted up, feeling her hands dangerously creeping lower somewhere that’s supposed to be private.

“You’re so much better when you’re relaxed like this oppa,” she murmured, planting soft kisses along your back. Before you could react, her fingers wrapped around your now semi-erect cock.

A low moan escaped you as she began to move. Her soft hands worked steadily around your hardening shaft. You were left speechless at her touch, her free hand cupping your balls. “You’re so full for me oppa,” her seductive whispers and touches are working, your cock now standing fully erect against her palm.

You escaped from her touch as you turn to face her. “Yuri…” you growled quietly glaring at her, annoyed by that fucking grin on her face. “Yes oppa?” She bit her lip, stepping closer to you.

Your hands found her waist pulling her closer. Your stiff cock pressing against her navel as you leaned forward to kiss her. It was hungry, full of passion, your tongues intertwining each other.

The warm water cascaded over both of you, amplifying the heat radiating between your bodies. Your hands moved instinctively, gliding over her skin as you rinsed away the lingering soap. Each stroke felt deliberate, your fingers tracing the curves of her waist and the smooth plane of her back.

Yuri's breath hitched against your lips as your mouths met again, her hands tangling in your damp hair. She tugged gently, pulling your face closer, deepening the kiss. Her fingers tightened in your hair, guiding your face as the water streamed down your intertwined forms.

She moved a hand lower reaching your cock that’s pressed against her. You let out a moan through the kiss as you felt her stroke your length expertly.

Your hands didn't stop their work, skimming the remaining soap from her skin, full of purpose. The softness of her hand along with the smooth surface of her navel against your cock sent shivers across your body as you murmur her name through her mouth “Yuri…”.

“Yes oppa…?” her seductive whisper was so quietly loud hitting your ears. She bit her lip feeling you squeeze the soft cheeks of her bossom.

“You’re all clean now, you can get out,” you leaned closer to her ear and whispered, your voice soft but firm.

She froze for a moment, “W-what?” her hand stalling mid-stroke blinking up at you, her confidence faltered quickly.

“I said you’re all clean, you can get out now,” you repeated your words with a smirk on your face. You turned the shower dial, stopping the rainfall above you. Her grip on your cock loosen as you gently took her by her shoulders.

Before she could protest, you guided her out of the shower. The cool air met your damp skins as you reach for her robe, draping it over her shoulders with care. Her eyes blinked in confusion, clearly caught off guard with the sudden shift in the moment.

“Better hurry up, we’re going to be late,” you said in a mocking tone as you usher her towards the bathroom door.

Grabbing your own robe, you glanced over to see her frozen by the door, still trying to process what just happened. “I’ll bring your stuff to your room later, just go.”. She stepped out of your room silently, her expression still dazed in confusion.

“That girl…” you let out a dry laugh looking at your reflection in the mirror, shaking your head. “We’re so fucking late.”

••••••••••

Happy New Year!! Yuri in Squid Game is sooooo cutee! (Watch it now if you haven't yet!) She's now starting to blow up more and more, I'm so proud of her ㅠㅠ 2025 is going to be a big year for her so let's continue supporting her!

[bobosbillionsknives]

(not shipping content)

It's one of my biggest headcanons ever that Vash does NOOOT like his birthday dude I just can't believe it...Knives however. Biggest birthday enjoyer ever. He is the special birthday boy. 🤗🤗🤗

Knives usually leaves Vash alone but Vash KNOWS Knives is going to make an effort to show up on their birthday and it stresses him out so bad. Especially if the July incident was on their birthday...that would leave horrible memories for him. 😭 Not to mention how painful remembering his first birthday with Rem would be. Plus Knives would act so bitchy about it like wooow dont even want to see your own brother on your birthday wow. I get it I'm just the worst ever ..🥀 Vash would be so over it.

I feel so strongly that Vash is the introvert while Knives is the extrovert. Knives self isolates out of fear and disgust of humans but he secretly thrives while talking to others. Especially if they have strong opinions he can argue against (definitely a debate bro). If Knives had a normal childhood he would've loved big crowds, he has absolutely no social awareness or shame . Or filter. He'd talk to anyone who'd listen. Knives drives himself absolutely insane with his own isolation. All he really wants is social connection, something he's convinced himself is impossible with humans. That's why he's so fixated on getting Vash to stay, he feels Vash is the only person he can actually talk to. Vash on the other hand, would do anything for 5 minutes alone. He is constantly pushing away Milly, Meryl, and even Wolfwood. He cannot let anyone know him beyond his silly guy persona. He especially doesn't like being celebrated (doesn't think he deserves it. 😂😂😂) He is constantly trying to skip out on the parties towns people throw for him, leaving without saying goodbye. (He does like getting drunk tho...makes talking easier) He'd never EVER share his birthday with anyone. Especially not Wolfwood or the girls. Knives however, would tell EVERYONE !!! (like how the entire Gung Ho Gun knew Knives had a brother, but Meryl had no idea Vash did. I think Knives loves talking about himself and his tragic past, painting himself as the forever victim to absolutely anyone who'd listen. To Vashes absolute horror 😭.) Vash is constantly drained from forcing himself to perform socially. He loves people and talking to them but he just needs like. 8 hours of alone time to properly function. That's why he gets so bitchy with everyone sometimes lol. She just needs a naaaaap omg 🤦‍♂️. But he feels guilty for being snippy and tired so he'll force himself to be social anyway. Which makes it worse. Love hiiim !!!! 😍 Either way they're both hurting themselves when they behave like this.

Knives is definitely the yapper while Vash just listens. I feel like Vash would appreciate not having that pressure to constantly respond. Even if Knives can be overbearing, I do think they enjoy each other's company. When they aren't... trying to murder each other. Nobody knows him like Knives does, it would almost be relieving not having to pretend to be happy all the time. He can perfectly morally justify being as mean to Knives as he wants to be !! And he wouldn't admit it, but he does enjoy listening to Knives complain about nothing. He thinks it's funny. Knives is just happy to be with someone he's deemed worthy of his time. He views Vash as his equal, someone he actually trusts to confide in. They are the opposite and also the same in every way life is so beautiful I love these guys.

It would also just be such a cute subversion of audience expectation if Knives, the self proclaimed people hater, was a people person. I think that's sooo interesting and makes so much sense with the context of his desperation for the approval of humans when he was a child. I think kid Knives would've tried to argue that celebrating something everyone goes through is pointless, but would love all the attention anyway. Even be a bit resentful that it was Vashes birthday too if he didn't seem to appreciate the attention as much. As he got older hed mellow out and warm up to the idea of having a birthday and sharing it. Mostly as an excuse to talk to Vash and make everything about himself again. Lol. Plus I think he likes organizing parties. His dream is to have that sweet 16 fantasy the humans in the old world used to have. He actually wants to be normal is the thing. They both do.

[vctrvn-ls]

treat me better p4

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sharky x reader

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There’s always a way to forget about a person. 

Some people focus on themselves, some start a spiritual journey or something like that and others look for other people.

You also had a way to forget about people. For one night at least.

And there were only three things you needed:

dance floor

alcohol 

lots of alcohol

Currently you were doing just that. Forgetting a person. You were on the dance floor with a scary amount of alcohol in you. You and Kenny were having the time of your lives, the two of you were probably the drunkest out of everyone here. Nella decided not to intervene, as long as you were having fun she thought.

You and Kenny bounced around, singing, no, more like yelling the lyrics to every dirty Weeknd song that came up. You spun each other round, scream-sang in each others faces and overall did some really energetic and weird shit.

While you were totally gone, Sharky was bitterly spectating from a dark corner. He was sober and sour. He just kept replaying the idea that he didn’t care about who you were dancing with or doing whatever in his head. 

It was easy for him to tell you to stay away from him. But he wasn’t sure if he could do the same.

“THIS IS SOOOO FUN!” You yelled out to Kenny.

“I KNOW RIGHT!?” He replied even louder.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I LOVE YOUUUUU!”

“THANK YOUUUU!”

“HEY DO YOU WAN-” your yelling was cut off by an unexpected sensation of Kenny’s lips on yours and his hands on your hips.

You were shocked at first, but the alcohol covered that shock with fake but quick surging lust.

Somewhere in the crowed Nella was paying attention to everything, watching you and Sharky at the same time. The audible gasp she let out when she saw you and Kenny making out made Niko turn around from beside her.

“What?” He said with his mouth full of food.

She pointed.

“Holy shi-” he began coughing on the crumbs he accidentally inhaled.

Nella glanced at Sharky who had the stupidest expression on his face. His eyebrows were furrowed but his face looked more disgusted than mad.

“Get them off eachother before Sharks sees!” Niko blurted.

“Yeah, he’s already on it.” Nella murmured, but Niko heard her.

“Fuck.” 

Meanwhile you and Kenny were almost getting your clothes off. You were just beginning to slip your hand underneath his shirt when suddenly you felt yourself getting yanked backwards by your shoulders. 

Everything went sort of blurry after that and the next place you found yourself at was back in the hookah room.

“What the…” you squinted, looking around.

“Nice one.” Sharky whispered behind you.

You jumped up on the spot from the scare.

“Sharky,” you said. Your tone was innocent.

“The hell was that?”

“Huh?”

“Don’t play dumb.”

“I’m nooot,” you whined drunkly.

“I tell you to stay away from me so you decide to make a move on my friend? Real mature, real mature.”

“Shut up,” your words were coming out slurred and messy “Kenny’s hot.” You grinned to yourself.

Sharky rolled his eyes.

“Whaaat? Don’t be jealous,” you shoved him playfully on the shoulder.

“I’m not.” He said seriously, despite you obviously playing around.

“You don’t actually care,” you laughed, fixing a strand of loose hair.

“Yeah, I don’t.” It didn’t sound convincing.

You tried to fix the strand of hair but it kept falling back. You sat there pulling at the strand until Sharky snapped “Fucking stop,” he made a haste move towards you, but the way he fixed your hair was plausibly delicate. You locked eyes with him. They were so dark and beautiful, you haven’t seen them this close in ages.

A sudden wave of sadness hit you as you remembered the whole situation that was happening between you and Sharky. 

Your eyes filled up with tears.

“W-why are you crying?” He asked, taken aback by your quick change of mood.

“You’re mean,” you sobbed, wiping your eyes “I don’t like you.”

Sharky watched you closely.

“A-and you don’t love me, you argue with me,” you fiddled with the bottom of your dress.

Sharky wanted to remain cold but he already broke his ‘mysterious uncaring’ character after intervening in what happened on the dance floor.

He sighed as you continued to sniff in front of him.

He felt sorry for you, but also mad at you. You and Kenny? He just couldn’t understand why you did what you did.

“Hey, I’m sorry ok? Now please stop crying.”

You looked up at him with glassy eyes.

He groaned, rolling his eyes and pulling you into a hug. 

It was more of an instinct for him. It felt right.

You smiled to yourself as your cheek rested on his chest. You could hear his heartbeat, smell the familiar scent of his cologne and the feeling of his fingers gently gliding up and down your bare arm made your stomach tingle. 

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[gunthermunch]

[Transcript under the cut]

Both sides now by Judy Collins playing WG: hey Blooms- what’s that Bluma: a something WG: little dude? Bluma: [nods] WG: cool. what’s his name Bluma: I don’t know… it’s supposed to pop in front of us by now WG: …are you trying to summon fairies again? Bluma: hm… no, not really. I saw this on a cartoon the other day Bluma: this kid had a friend that came out of his brain and then for some reason he sent him over a foster house WG: …OH. yeah THAT cartoon WG: I'm not sure why he sent him over that house of freaks either Bluma: [muffled] well I won’t send mine anywhere because he- she will live with us forever Bluma: like you WG: right. WG: okay you won’t summon anything on an empty stomach Bluma: am nooot! WG: come downstairs, I got us some trash

WG: one of your traps almost got me today Bluma: was it the- the invisible string on the hallway? WG: no, the big barrel Bluma: but that’s for rats! WG: and your brother. Bluma giggles, WG chuckles Bluma: uncle Wolfgang WG: yeah? Bluma: I keep hearing the walls… [whispering] trembling WG: y’know, we had this talk way back when you were little. I was joking, there’s nothing wrong with this old ass house. Bluma: hey!! language. WG: with this old school vintage property. Bluma: mhm, good! WG: okay but did you hear me? No ghosts living in your walls. After me now WG: there’s nothing inside my walls Bluma: there’s nothing inside my walls WG: and if there is, it’s probably just the wind or some rusty pipes. or rats. Bluma: …okay… Bluma: and I’m sane WG: ehh i mean. you're your father's daughter Bluma: yay!

[naminiza]

SPOILERS

holy fuck act two came to kill.

MADDIE AND CAITLYN??? CAITLYN YOU WHORE

jinx saying "you kind of remind me of her (vi)" just broke my heart.... but also proved my first prediction half right(?)!

JINX IS DEAD????

ambessa saying "how could i not secure the scientists" honestly is so life changing to me bc before she was all around strategy and combat... but looks like she can also think about them. maybe it's more "how could i not secure the only people that know how to use hextech (the weapons i want to use)" but it's still nice to see she values brains just as much as brutes. + it shows self reflection skills and i think that was important for everyone to see — no, she DOESN'T think she's always right (like it kind of seemed in s1), she can see and admit when she was wrong

also wasn't rictus the traitor? i'm pretty sure that got revealed/foreshadowed hard in episode 3... maybe this is just a prediction and i'm just tweaking though (this is being typed as i watch the episodes, so if it's revealed in act 2, it's after i type this). + we've seen lots of misdirection in season 1 so it wouldn't surprise me if it was teased and then it ends up being maddie or something

jinx using >w< on one of her inventions is something i didn't know i needed but absolutely needed. yes girl go kaomoji queen !! it girl shit, iconic.

IT WAS ISHA PRETENDING TO BE JINX???

"why is peace always the justification for violence." 1) this is so accurate to our current real world and i'm so surprised (in a good way obviously) that ARCANE of all people said it before anyone else. and 2) the ambessa & mel / ambessa & caitlyn parallels are SOOO. like i expected it, it was a pretty common (as far as i'm aware) prediction, but ughh.

"so i'm thinking—" "NOOOT your strong suit." i'm deceased someone send help

also it's been 28 minutes since the episode came out and i'm only 15 minutes in because i keep stopping to type these ... choices have been made and i regret none of them

"you want a symbol?" *flips her off.* *sees she has no middle finger TO flip her off.* *groans*

how did that even heal??? girl???

hi at the part where caitlyn visits her mom's statue or whatever WHY is a CANDLE treated with MORE care than a ZAUNITE???

omg they added ekko to the wall and set down candles because they think he's dead arcane do not make me sob. i will

ohhh the hallucinations are BACK FUCK YEAH this is my favourite part of arcane and it's so much better now omg

ROAAASSSTTT OH MY GOD "YOU EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE JINX, THE MASTER CRIMINAL, WEARS PANTS LIKE THAT?" OH I'M OFFERING UP MY SOUL CACKLING WITH HYSTERIA THAT WAS A WORK OF ART. (also that was pretty miles morales coded icel)

"powder?"

i am deceased. no one contact me. i will not be recovering for the next eternity.

notes! what the fuck!

(i'll be watching episode 5 now, I'll post again when i finish that one)

[gothe]

i do nooot trust people on here whose only words are their responses in reblogs. not a single original thought in sight. what’s funny is somebody who did this is the woman on radblr who got with a man and turned pro-life, do you remember her. she had frogs in her url. she never had original posts so i had never followed, i like when there’s an actual personality

[repeatsquared]

A Life for a Life - 12

Chapter 11 "Recap": It's a date! And Claec is nooot happy about it, for some reason. Guess we'll find out why. Eventually.

Word Count: 2,152

Trigger Warning: Kidnapping, hostage, battery

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A week and four three dates came and went. The first was almost three weeks ago. Alex lay on Jasmine's couch with her leaned against them, focused in on the TV. An older show played, filled with audience laughter and bad jokes. They hadn’t seen it, but apparently it was one of Jasmine’s favorites. They were happy to watch, content with listening to her laugh and explain certain scenes. It was endearing, getting to see someone’s interests in such a genuine way.

Her apartment was relatively bare. There were floating shelves and bookcases, all perfectly cleared of dust, and decorated perfectly with leaning books, fake plants, and the occasional minimalist knick knack. It was very unlike their own place, where things lay scattered and disorganized, but in a maximalist, stylistic sort of way. Or at least they liked to think that. The structure of their homes were similar, though. One bedroom with a connected bathroom, a living room as the entryway with a small kitchen tucked off the side, and an unnecessary amount of storage closets scattered about. Her’s was nicer, though. The furniture looked almost new, and everything was bright, spotless, almost as if she had just moved in. It was a refreshing change.

“Oh, oh, this is where you find out that she was cheating on him!” Her announcement pulled Alex from their thoughts, and they were quick to laugh.

“That’s a weird thing to be excited about.”

“Well it’s because it’s with his brother!”

That made them laugh more. Thankfully she joined in that time, turning her head just enough to catch their gaze. “I told you it was a weird show. Here it comes!”

It wasn’t that funny, but they laughed, nonetheless. They didn’t care about the show, just that she was having a good time, and that they were able to enjoy that time with her. That was something their previous partner considered a major flaw. You don’t do anything for yourself. But they didn’t really need to. Seeing people they cared about having fun was enough for them.

It was dark by the time they left. If it wasn’t so early on in their relationship they would have accepted the offer to spend the night. They weren’t even to the point of calling each other partners yet, and it would feel odd to impose.

Rain continued to fall, the same pattern as the rest of that Sunday. Each streetlight seemed to flicker with the drops of rain bolting down in front of them. It gave an eerie feeling to the street, but relaxed them at the same time. There was no need to be wary, it was a safe neighborhood. That alone was reassuring.

Claec hadn’t been as imposing recently either. He made jokes about having more time for “evil schemes,” but even those were quiet. Since the day they had met, Claec hadn’t been responsible for… anything, really. His name had almost completely vanished from the news. Maybe keeping an eye on them really did take away the time necessary to prepare for whatever it is that he did. Or maybe he just didn’t care anymore. Aside from work and the occasional dinner, he didn’t do much checking in on their personal life. If it hadn’t been so creepy, they would have started to miss it.

Their car was right where they left it, parked at an adjacent street, looking just as shitty as always. They rushed over once getting close enough, hopping in and slamming the door shut. The rain hadn’t bothered them until protection was in sight.

Follow the same routine as always. Heat, lights, radio, GPS. Waiting to get feeling back in their hands, humming along to whatever random song played, then starting to drive when they grew bored of sitting around.

It was nearly midnight. The roads were quiet, even for the city, but that only made their mood brighten. Driving while the streets were busy was a nightmare. Getting to listen to the rain patter off their windshield as they cruised down empty roads, illuminated by the orange glow of street lamps, that was one of their favorite pastimes.

The sight of a car ahead, however, caught their attention. It was crooked, and after getting close enough they could see it had jumped the curb, the front bent around the tall pole of a crosswalk signal. Smoke hissed from under the hood, tail lights flashed, and the sound of an almost dead alarm beeped on and off. Plenty of large puddles dotted the streets, this poor driver must have hit one of them and sent them flying.

They parked, hopping out of their car and jogging forward. “Hey! You okay?” They called, bending slightly to peer into the driver’s seat. It was dark, hard to make out details through the odd glow of the lamps and the spattered rain, but the car looked empty. Did someone already come and go after helping? Why would the car be left behind without a tow truck? And how were they the only one around?

With a sigh, Alex stepped back, spinning on their heel to return to their car. What are you gonna be able to do anyways? You’re not a paramedic, or detective. The scratched the back of their neck, pausing at their car door. It just felt odd. Alex’s gaze lifted, changing from the car to focusing on the sidewalk.

They squinted, ignoring the rain dripping down their face as they focused on a dark figure, almost peering at them from behind a building. “Hey!” They called, taking a step away from the car. “Do you know what happened here?” They kept moving forward, just to pause at hearing the sound of footsteps rushing through puddles, turning to face the noise.

They barely had a moment to react as something swung in to block their vision, eyes snapping open just before something smashed into their temple, sending everything into darkness as they dropped into the rain soaked street.

Alex woke with a groan. Their body felt numb, vision hazy as they blinked their eyes open, staring at what they assumed was the ground. It took a moment for the pain to kick in, an intense throbbing that took up the majority of their head. They blamed that pain for the stars and black dots swirling around their vision.

They could hear talking, then yelling, then talking again. It was muffled, slowly coming into focus as the ringing in their ears began to subside. What was going on? They could barely keep their eyes open, even the dull light of the room being too bright for their head to handle. They closed their eyes once more, focusing back on the voices.

“-do with them? Ransom? Information? Fuck’s the point?” A high voice, feminine and angry.

Ransom? What was she talking about?

“I just did what you told me to do!” A different voice, this one deeper, but he sounded intimidated. “Wait for someone to walk up, whack ‘em over the head, bring ‘em back.”

“Just figure out who this idiot is.” Silence, for a moment, then footsteps, gradually getting louder, closer. “And they’re awake. Get that fuckin’ mask on.”

What Alex thought was the floor ended up being the ceiling. They tipped their head down, grateful when it became ever so slightly darker. They could make out the figure of someone walking towards them. She looked like a woman. Probably. Short stature, shorter hair. The shoes sounded like heels of some kind, or a heavy sole. A trench coat hid most of her figure. They could make out more details as she stopped in front of them, bending at the waist with her hands on her knees. Her hair was dark, nearly black, barely longer than a buzz around her head. Her face was covered by a black ski mask, Jason style. Her outfit matched, also all black. A simple hoodie, sweatpants, combat boots. She was still dripping water from the rain.

“Morning, sunshine,” Her voice was muffled behind the mask. There was an odd accent though, one they couldn’t quite place. European was all they could guess. “You’re drooling on yourself.”

So they were, but they didn’t quite care about that for the moment. The aching in their head only got worse, and the fear regarding their situation followed the same trend.

“Not a talker, huh? That’s no fun.”

“Whaddyu-” Alex stopped themself from slurring the rest of that sentence, swallowing the rising anxiety in their throat, before trying again. “What do you want from me?” Still slurred, but only slightly. They sounded more tired than intoxicated, thankfully.

“From you? Anything valuable,” She shrugged, standing upright and looking over her shoulder. They followed her gaze, landing on a small table. Sitting on it was their phone and wallet. “You don’t have anything on you, though. And that car wouldn’t be worth my left shoe. So, you’ve got two options,” She turned back to them, stepping forward and pressing her hand into the back of the chair, leaning forward. “Tell me where I can get something valuable, or I let him start beating you.”

There was no explanation of who “him” was, but even if he were a toddler, being beaten was not the most enjoyable thing in the world. They would like to avoid that at all costs. But, something valuable? That was difficult.

“Most expensive is my car,” They breathed out, trying to ease away from her. Stretching to the side only revealed that their hands were tied to the back of the chair. At a quick test, they realized their ankles were as well. Nowhere to go. “Or my phone. You’ve got both of those.”

“I said valuable,” They could see her eyes roll through the holes in the mask. “Not expensive. Come on, make it good. Two more tries.”

What did that even mean? Weren’t they one in the same? They hung their head with a groan, squinting their eyes shut to try and ease away the pain. Thinking only made it hurt more, it was impossible to focus on anything, let alone such an obscure prompt.

“Ma’am?” The voice from before blocked their thoughts, raising their head only slightly to catch sight of the man. He stood by the table, tapping away at a tablet they didn’t notice before. “Found who they are.”

She groaned, but stood upright. “Think about that for a second.” She turned and stalked to the table, hissing a threat out under her breath as she got closer to him.

Alex tried to listen in, closing their eyes and straining to hear. All they could make out was the blood rushing in their ears, pulse thumping, and muffled murmurs. Nothing useful. They had to get out though, they needed to get back to their car, to get home.

Before they knew it, the woman was back, this time dragging a chair behind her and plopping down. “So, you’re that wonderful hero saver,” She sounded annoyed, leaning back and picking at her nails. “Got something that you wanna share? I’m sure you and Claec had a nice little chat.”

“What? Like how he threatened to kill me and then broke my ribs?” They let out a strained laugh, letting their head fall back. “Nothing valuable there.”

“You know who he is?”

Alex blinked, lowering his gaze once more, trying to read anything from her, anything at all. “No? He wanted to kill me, not invite me to his birthday party.” They could feel their heart race even faster, trying to ease down any thoughts, any sign that they were lying. Although, it wasn’t really a lie, they didn’t know anything about Claec except what he looked like and that he liked curry.

“Curry’s a good choice.” They could almost hear her grin, their face going white in response. How did she know that? Did they say it out loud?

“I’m a mind reader, love,” She leaned forward, staring into their eyes. Hers were an electric blue, piercing. They could practically feel her digging around in their head. “But you know what he looks like. Let me see it.”

Alex clamped their eyes shut, dropping their head and clenching their fists. Anything else, they had to think about anything. Curry was fine. They pictured the bowl, the taste, the bowl again.

“That’s no fun,” She sighed and stood once more, stepping around their chair until she was out of sight. “Oh well, guess I shouldn’t have spilled my secret. You’ve got some nice boundaries set up.” Her voice was a hum, melodic. They flinched as her hands pressed against their ears, pressing down. “Let’s try again.”

They jolted at the sudden pressure. They could feel her in their mind, gritting their teeth and trying to shake her off. It felt like pins and needles, poking and prodding and clinging onto every little thing that could be important. It was agony. They could feel sweat build on their forehead, teeth grinding together, the throbbing of their head only getting worse and worse and worse as they dug their heels into the ground.

“Stop!” Alex managed to wheeze out. The pain was nearly unbearable, they couldn’t see anymore, their vision overtaken by a cloud of black. It was all they could focus on, just the hurt. “Stop it, please!”

“Why? We’re almost there,” She sounded breathless, but her grip tightened, pulling their head back and against her sternum, pressing down hard enough to draw a cry from them. “Come on, it’s right there, I can almost-”

Alex nearly screamed, flinging their head forward and jerking their hands against the ropes. They felt her hands tear from their head, heard her stumble back, but they were in too much pain to care, hunched over, panting, shaking, tears and sweat dripping down their face as color returned to their vision once more.

“Tough cookie,” She breathed out, stepping back into view, though she didn’t turn to look at them that time. “Get them back to their car.” She called, receiving a stuttered out confirmation in return. “Don’t look at me like I’m crazy! You heard me.” Her attention turned back to them, and Alex finally realized her mask was gone. She was too far away for them to make out the details of her face. Damn.

“Nice to see you, Alex. Till we meet again.”

Chapter 13

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Another round. Do I even know what's happening at this point? Guess we'll find out. Also, I gave up on the recaps, I'm just gonna write them as if a drunk toddler half-read the chapters.

Also, if anyone is curious, the total word count is at 24,617. I officially have no life.

[hohslop]

I’m just losing my mind how how angela is being on day 5. like she did NOOOT need to do all that. as team fun feeder, im blessed. but she’s crazy😭😭😭

[total-lost-boys-simp]

Water Might Be Thicker Than Blood

The Lost Boys x Fém! Reader

Chapter 1

Master list / Chapter 2

After her parents’ divorce (Y/N) had no choice but to move to Santa Carla with her mother and two brothers. While getting to know the area of her new ‘home’ (Y/N) meets a group of interesting guys that show her what it means to be outgoing and carefree again. The downfall of it all is how her family might react to her new relationships and how she might have to choose between the two. Will (Y/N) leave her new found family behind to repair her old one or will the conflict with her mom & brothers show her that maybe water is thicker than blood?

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Oh“ ew! (Y/N) knock it off!” A blonde, small, teenager shouted from the passenger seat of a Toyota Land Cruiser. His dog barked at the commotion.

“Oh whatever Sam, stop being such a little kid,” Said a fit brunette young man in the back with (Y/N) in the seat next to him.

“I’m nooot, it’s just gross!” Sam said, looking back at his two siblings.

“C’mon, what I do isn’t nearly as bad as what Michael does!” Exclaimed (Y/N) as she points to the brunette.

“And what is it that Michael does, (Y/N)?” Asks their mother, Lucy, from the driver’s seat.

With a panicked look (Y/N) looks over at Michael who, by this point, is giving her a look that says, “If you tell mom anything I will rip you limb from limb!’’ So she doesn’t say anything at all other than a small grumbled “Nothing.” Their mom goes back to driving asking Sam to find a station to listen to as they drive along the coast.

The breeze was nice and full, nothing like the beating sun of dry Arizona weather. That was probably one of the only things (Y/N) was excited about, it wasn’t very easy to be excited about anything anymore. The nasty divorce that caused her family to move, her friends ditching her almost a week before she left, her partner saying there wasn’t a point in being together anymore. (Y/N) felt almost completely alone, she knew she wasn’t actually alone...she had her brothers and her mom but their relationships faltered a little during this big move, things just felt off now. Lost in her thoughts (Y/N) didn’t even notice the switching of the stations and the bantering until her mother said, “Hey, we’re almost there!” as she drove.

(Y/N)’s head shot up from the resting position on the back of the seat, “What really!?” she exclaimed as she stuck half her body out the window. Seeing a huge billboard for the town: SANTA CARLA it said in bright bold letters.

“Ugh, what was that smell?” Sam asked as he scrunched his nose, looking out the window.

(Y/N)’s question earned no response but Sam’s did...it’s just because he’s the youngest.

“Ah! That’s the ocean air,” Lucy exhaled as she drove further down the scenic route.

“Smells like someone died,” Sam huffed out in disgust as he looked around.

Woah… (Y/N) thought as she spotted the back of the billboard “MURDER CAPITAL OF THE WORLD”, shoving her body back into her seat, “You saw that too...right?” she asked her brother as she looked over at him on the other side of the car. “Yeah,” was all he said as their mother drove them and their little brother further. Something already felt off about this town.

As they drove around town they saw all sorts of creative areas and interesting people from ‘all walks of life’. Santa Carla already seemed like a huge melting pot. As the small family stopped for gas they had the chance to walk around a little bit and get to know the place. (Y/N) didn’t really feel the need though, even though the opportunity was given to her...she just wasn’t comfortable yet. Staying behind with her mom and Michael she asked, “So mom, how long do you think we’ll be staying with Grandpa?”

“Oh I don’t know sweetie, maybe a few months to a year...however long it takes us to get back on our feet,” Lucy said as she pulled her daughter in for a hug.

“Ya know mom, I could always help out, like get a job?”

“Oh (Y/N) first your brother and now you too! I don’t want either of you to focus on that, just focus on school!” She exclaimed as she shook her daughter by the shoulders.

“Okay okay, all I’m saying is that you shouldn’t be afraid to ask, we love you mom and we’re there for you,” (Y/N) tried to comfort her mom, giving her another hug.

“I know sweetie, thank you,” said Lucy as she gave her daughter a kiss on the head.

Soon after that Sam came running up to the gas station with his dog, Nanook. “Mom mom” he shouted, “There’s an amusement park right on the beach!” Though his excitement was pushed aside by more pressing matters. Lucy handed Sam some cash and told him, “Sam, tell those kids to get something to eat.” She pointed at two children digging around in a dumpster, one with frizzy brown hair and another in a navy blue jacket. Sam ran over to the kids all the while Michael was asking the gas station attendant if there were any available jobs to which the guy said “Nothing legal.” This made (Y/N) laugh a little given that it really says a lot about the type of area this is.

Michael started taking his red dirt bike off the bed of the uhaul trailer when (Y/N) asked, “What ya doing Mikey?” with a big smile.

“None of your business,” her annoyed brother responded.

“You suuuure?” She asked again.

“What do you want (Y/N)?” Michael asked, now very annoyed with his sister.

“I want to ride your bike because I’m tired of sitting in the back seat behind our ratty little brother,” (Y/N) said as she crossed her arms.

“Fine, get on,” Michael said as he swung his leg over and kick-started his bike.

As they all drove further from the coast the town became rural and almost unrecognizable. Possibly the craziest thing though was a large wood cabin decorated in wood carvings and totem poles. As they came to a stop everyone got off & out of their vehicles and looked around at the...unique structure. “What is this place?” Asked (Y/N) confused on why this even exists. Her brother, Michael, just nudged her as a form of telling her to shut up. It was something he did frequently. As the four of them walked up the path to the front door they noticed a man laying out on the front porch, full on laying on the ground with nothing over him. Lucy picked up pace and crouched down next to him asking, “Dad?” and again, “Dad?”

“Looks like he’s dead” Said Michael trying to get a better look at the body.

“”No, he’s just a deep sleeper,” Said the three’s mother.

“If he’s dead, can we go back to Phoenix?” Asked Sam to which his mother looked up at him with a disappointed stare.

“Sam, dude, so not the time,” (Y/N) nudged his shoulder.

Suddenly the old man on the ground jumped his head up and shouted, “Playing dead! ...And from what I heard, doing a damn good job of it too!”

“Daaad!” Lucy dragged out in relief as she hugged her father on the floor, “Oh dad,” she continued.

With that little kerfuffle out of the way the kids walked back to the car grabbing their belongings they brought with them from Arizona. (Y/N) just thought about how their mom took everything but the kitchen sink from their home back in Phoenix. She had all these things from the old house, most likely nowhere to really put it and yet Lucy won’t let her kids help out. And she has the audacity to give away their money to people nearby like they don’t need it themselves! Not that it doesn’t show care and compassion, it’s just that… (Y/N) understands that her mother wants to feel independent and collected just so her kids don’t worry but it’s plain as day she’s panicked and struggling… the only one who doesn’t see it is Sam.

Lucy isn’t the only one stressing; (Y/N), Michael, and even Sam- in his own way are having difficulties coping with the divorce. Michael started to isolate himself even more from his siblings and mom. Sam acts normal but the look on his face as he walked out that door and their father didn’t even spare him a glance...it said a lot. (Y/N) would argue with Lucy. Not because she thought she was a bad mother but because (Y/N) didn’t fully understand why she couldn’t stay with their dad. It wasn’t a good time for anyone right now but Lucy hoped that by moving to Santa Carla the kids could find new friends and new lives better than their old ones.

The kids walked inside, the boys in front with (Y/N) following suit. Looking around, everything was weirder inside than it was on the outside. Mounted fish, deer, lions, even animal hyde lamps. The cabin seemed bigger on the inside with its wide open family room and large walkway to the kitchen.

“This is a pretty cool place,” Michael said as he looked around carrying his weights and some clothes.

Sam, who was holding a folded stack of dish towels and a pot on his head- for whatever reason, said, “Yeah for the Texas Chainsaw Massacre.”

“C’mon Sam, give mom a break,” Michael replied as he walked through the kitchen and into the sun room.

“Yeah, it’s not like we had a lot of options…” (Y/N) said as she avoided the kitchen clothes line of socks and sat some boxes behind the kitchen island.

“What’s wrong with this picture?” Sam didn’t even wait for an answer, “Have you guys seen a tv? I haven't seen a tv guys!” Sam lightly thumped the boxes onto a wooden table next to the island.

“You know what it means when there’s no tv?” The blonde teen asked.

(Y/N) mocked her brother by speaking with him in unison, “No MTV.”

The child looked in her direction narrowing his eyes as if to say, you’ll pay for that.

Michael, curling his weights, said, “Sammy we’re flat broke.”

“He knows Michael, he just suffers from spoiled youngest sibling syndrome,” (Y/N) said as she leaned on the kitchen counter.

“Haha… Let’s go look upstairs, I call first pick for rooms!” Sam said as he ran out of the kitchen.

Michael sprinted after his younger brother shouting, “Oh no you don’t!”

As (Y/N) walked up the stairs following her brothers she just thought, I wasn’t joking. Sam was kind of the favorite child, not because their parents didn’t love all of them, but look at Sam. The clothes he wears aren’t exactly inexpensive and he did just complain about not seeing a tv… and demanded changing the radio on the drive here. Those very well could just be normal teen behavior but it could also be the effect of a dad with a white collar job and an ex-hippie mom who believed that saying the word ‘no’ to her kids was too harsh a punishment. (Y/N) loves her little brother, of course she does. She knows that when it comes down to it, he’s willing to do anything for his brother and sister, and especially their mom. She still wishes he wasn’t so goddamn annoying though.

“Okay so- Oh my god what are you doing?!” (Y/N) shouted in a snort of laughter as she walked into her middle child of a brother flipping the younger one by his waist. Immediately after Sam bit Michael's leg causing the brunette to drop his little brother who ran away.

“Move!” Sam exclaimed to (Y/N) who was blocking the door.

“Oh no you don’t! This is too funny!” She said in a fit of laughter trying to keep her little brother in the room.

To no avail, Sam ran out but not before (Y/N) and Michael ran after him down the stairs. Sam let out a chaotic laugh as he ran.

When he saw his mom walk in he shouted, “Mom- Mom you gotta help me!”

“Soon,” Lucy said with plastic cover clothes slinged over her shoulder.

Michael jumped over the railing of the stairs while (Y/N) kept stepping down- like a normal person.

“Hey no running in the house!” Lucy shouted trying to get her kids to calm down.

They weren’t listening to a word she said as they ran for the giant sliding double doors. All three stopped immediately as Sam opened said doors. A glowing red light filled a work space with a table covered in animal skulls. Antlers and sharp bones stuck out in every direction to the point of making the table top disappear.

“Woah…” Was all (Y/N) could say as she was both curious and mildly disturbed.

Michael leaned over their little brother saying, “Talk about the Texas Chainsaw Massacre…”

“Rules!” Grandpa piped up, “We got some rules around here,” he got the kids’ attention as he stopped in his tracks with a large box in hand. Placing the box down he motioned for the kids to follow him. They all walked over to the kitchen where Grandpa opened the fridge.

Flipping up a cut out on the second shelf labeled ‘old fart’ he said, “Second shelf is mine, that’s where I keep my root beer and my double thick oreo cookies.”

Before anyone could say anything he went on, “Nobody touches the second shelf but me,” as he slammed the fridge door closed.

The old man walked off expecting his three grandchildren to follow, saying something about not moving anything. Instead Michael snapped his fingers at Sam to get his attention. The older boy pointed to a plant outside the window, thinking it was marajuana, and motioned his fingers as if he were smoking a blunt.

Looking over at her brothers (Y/N) thought, God they’re idiots, that’s just a yard plant, it’s like they’ve never seen weed a day in their lives…

“You’d be dumb enough to eat a roach,” (Y/N) said as she looked at Michael before following their grandpa. Michael had a tendency for giving into peer pressure while still trying to make it seem like it was his idea.

“Hey Grandpa, is it true that Santa Carla is the murder capitol of the world?” Michael asked as he followed behind his sister.

“Well there’s some bad elements around here…” Grandpa said as he grabbed the tv guide.

Shocked, Sam asked, “Wait let me get this straight; are you telling me we moved to the murder capitol of the world? Are you serious Grandpa?”

Now with all three grandchildren in front of him, Grandpa replied, “Well now let me put it this way, if all the corpses buried around here were to stand up all at once… We’d have one hell of a population problem.”

Lucy, who had stood in the living room once Michael asked the Santa Carla question, sarcastically said, “Great dad,” before she walked up stairs to put away more belongings.

Grandpa continued his ‘rules’ by saying, “Now, on Wednesdays when the mailman brings the tv guide sometimes the address label is curled up a little just a little like that,” pointing to the right lower corner of the floppy book, “Now you’ll be tempted to tear it off but don’t. You’ll only wind up ripping the cover and I don’t like that.”

Getting to his weird workshop room, Grandpa turned around and said, “And stay out of here.”

Before Grandpa could close the sliding double doors, Sam asked, “Wait- What, you have a tv?”

“No, I just like to read the TV guide. You read the tv guide you don’t need a tv,” Grandpa said before finally slamming the doors shut.

“Jeez,” (Y/N) said finally relieved to be out of that situation. She walked back upstairs getting ready to unpack.

(Y/N) chose the room at the end of the hallway. She thought it’d give her the most distance and solitude from her mom and brothers. She adored her family but she still needs her personal space like anyone else. She dug around in the cardboard boxes unpacking things like; box, posters, nic-nacs, and family photos. She got down to one particular photo. It was a baby photo of her, her father, and Lucy. It was before Michael was born, though that wasn’t long since he was only a year younger.

The year was 1968, (Y/N) was only a few months old. The photo was from their old house in Phoenix, around Christmas time. Grandma and Grandpa were visiting from Santa Carla. Grandma Emerson wanted to commemorate the moment of (Y/N)’s first Christmas so she picked up her camera and took a picture. The photo was in black and white since the “colored film was too dang expensive,” according to Grandma. The picture itself was of (Y/N) sitting on a fluffy faux fur blanket and her parents lying on either side with the dark green pine tree decorated in red & silver ornaments behind them. The couple was smiling down at their happy baby girl. (Y/N) vaguely remembers the glowing Christmas lights. 

“Hey sweetie, how’s un-packing going? Need any help?” Lucy stood by the doorway as she asked.

“Oh..uh no I got it but thanks mom…” (Y/N) said, wiping the tears from her eyes.

A concerned look appeared on her mom’s face as she rushed to sit on the bed and hug her daughter.

Rocking her daughter back and forth as she stroked her head she asked, “Awe sweetie what’s wrong?”

“I just miss him, why couldn’t we stay? Why did we have to leave? Why did you have to divorce? I just- I miss dad,” (Y/N) couldn’t hold back the endless stream of tears as she hugged her mom.

“I know sweetie, I know. Sometimes this is just where life takes us… we just have to look to the future since we can’t change the past,” Lucy said, trying to stop herself from crying at this point.

“I know it’s just-“ before (Y/N) finished her brothers entered the room.

“Hey we were thinking…of heading to the…boardwalk…” Sam’s words got smaller as he looked at his mom and sister.

Peeking his head over Sam, Michael asked, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing, nothing,” (Y/N) said as she wiped away her tears and quickly stood up.

(Y/N) has never let her brothers see her cry, she was their tough sister. She certainly won’t let it happen now.

[the-grey-hunt]

Minovember week 4: Partners in crime, gifts

Late for last week, early for this one...aka I looked at my Minovember doc for too long and suddenly had all of this written.

Jowd was being suspicious.

“It’s GOT to be birthday presents,” Alma told him. Cabanela nodded in somber agreement. “He must have gone shopping last week. I told you we should’ve gone with him.”

Cabanela shook his head. “If he was buying presents he’d never have let us get away with it. Sneakin’ up behind him while he’s at the register paying is the first trick in the book, page one, beginnin’ of the alphabet.”

“But we could have forced him to wait. There’s only a few days left till mine and a week and a half till yours, if he was down to the deadline he might have slipped up.”

“Ifs, ands, or buts do nooot a strategy make, baby. It’s time to get serious.” Cabanela put both hands on her shoulders. “We need to know what’s in that closet.”

Jowd’s closet. In his art room. It was Alma’s house too, and by extension Cabanela’s when he wanted it; it should not have been that hard to take a little peek. But Jowd wrapped fast, generally before birthday presents ever entered the house, so any peeking would have to involve very careful un- and re-wrapping.

And Jowd had Kamila and Lynne on his side this year.

Kamila knew the rules of engagement. Alma and Cabanela agreed that she would have told Lynne about all of it as soon as Jowd put her on alert. One child was hard enough to dodge, but a teenager really threw a wrench into things. 

Alma tried to casually walk past the door to the art room, but both girls were, equally casually, absorbed in some kind of creative project. When she tried to step in and compliment their work, Lynne, who was closer to the closet, instantly shifted to be in the way of Alma and the fastest route the hidden presents. 

“Well now we knooow they’re in the house,” Cabanela said encouragingly while they conferred on the front stoop. “You gotta think outside the box, baby.”

“Two of us versus two kids,” Alma said. In past years they had waited for Jowd to be out of the house. “Even if you make a distraction, whoever comes to investigate can leave the other one to guard the door.”

“Yes, but Lynne’s a teenager,” Cabanela said. “Teenagers are notoriously susceptible to bribery.”

Alma looked at him flatly. “You’re going to bribe Lynne. To betray Jowd.”

“It hurts my little heart that you don’t have faith in me.”

“I’m going to laugh when she turns you down. What are you even bribing her with? Cold case files?”

“Those are classified! ...I know a guy who runs the microfiche collection of old newspapers at the downtown library. Nooormally you have to be eighteen to look at the collection.”

“Oh, my gods.”

Jowd coughed gently, making the two finally look down at where he stood on the sidewalk, waiting to come in. “I’ll assume my job is to pretend I didn’t hear any of that,” he said, “but maybe you two should practice being quiet. Or just patience. Probably the patience would be best.”

“You are a cruel, cruel husband who hides things from me,” Alma said pitifully. “When it’s my birthday.” She regretted pushing as soon as she said it, but Jowd didn’t look like her leaning so heavily on it being her birthday had hit a sore spot. 

“In four days,” Jowd said.

He was playing along. Alma tried, “You got me presents and you won’t even give them to me.”

“Until four days from now, no.” His mustache did little to hide a smile. She knew what it looked like, even past all that hair.

“What’s the harm in doing it a little early?” Cabanela wheedled. “Four days isn’t much in the long run.”

“You try persuasion and blackmail and bribery every year, and it’s never worked. You’d think you’d have learned by now.” Jowd gave up waiting for them and stepped onto the stoop, too, rummaging for his keys. He had to squeeze between them; Cabanela automatically stepped back to make room. 

“Quick, his pockets!” Alma yelled, and shoved her hand past Jowd’s coat and all its pockets to viciously tickle his stomach instead. She felt it seize with the laugh that jolted out of him, his hand fumbling the doorknob.

But the door was already open and unlocked, and under Jowd’s weight it fell open. Jowd grabbed Alma’s arms as he went down.

“Jowd!” A shriek like coming over the crest at the top of a roller coaster. Alma was already laughing before they hit the ground. 

Cabanela said something anxiously about Jowd’s knee, and the girls scrambled in from the art room in the back to see what the noise was, and Alma just laughed until her husband, lying underneath her on the floor, kissed her to make her stop.

“Legally you have to tell me if you have birthday presents in your pocket right now,” Alma said into his beard when they stopped to breathe. It would be just like Jowd to actually have something in his pockets when she said that and then didn’t check.

“In four days,” said Jowd.