#(omg this got long /// don't feel you have to match it! was just setting the scene)

[acey-wacey]

OMG congrats on the milestone!!!!!!

So excited you're back too, missed seeing you on my feed!

For the event, if it's not too much trouble, could I get

Hyacinth with Either Ace or Trey? Don't stress if you got nothing for it, and feel free to ignore if you need to!

CONGRATS AGAIN!!!!

Thank you for participating, lovely! I'm actually so thrilled to be back too! I forgot how much I loved writing and hopefully I'll be here for a little longer before my fall semester starts and I get swamped.

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Pairing - Trey Clover x Reader

Prompt - Arranged Marriage

"Alright, Y/N, you can do this."

You whispered a pep talk to yourself as you rolled up your sleeves. You looked up at the stone wall before you and gulped at its imposing height. It was 8, maybe 10 feet, which wouldn't have been that bad if you weren't in a dress. There were many things that could go wrong. You could lose your footing and fall to injury if not your death and if you were caught trying to sneak out, you would likely be punished harshly.

"Certain doom, marriage to a stranger," you weighed the two options in your head. At least if you died, you would be free of the dreaded prince you were meant to wed. "Definitely certain doom."

It wasn't as though you had anything in particular against the Prince of Clubs. Very few of his subjects had anything bad to say about him, except that he was a notorious flirt. You didn't really remember what his name was nor had you ever seen what he looked like so he was a complete stranger.

He wasn't the exact problem, it was the principle of it all. Your parents had practically sold you to the Club Kingdom, knowing you would never find a match better than a prince. Your mother was a countess of Hearts, high enough on the hierarchy to be rich but not enough to really be important. You had no idea how she had bullied the poor Prince of Clubs into actually accepting your hand. No matter how comfortable your life was going to be in the Club Kingdom, you refused to be a bargaining chip for your parent's power and wealth.

You hiked up your skirt and set your foot on the first foothold you could find. Luckily, the stones of the wall stuck out in some places so it wasn't too difficult to gain your footing. You huffed with newfound confidence and continued up the wall, grasping at the harsh stone. You were definitely going to have blisters after this.

About halfway up, you realized you had run out of footholds. The closest one was closer to your head than your feet and you didn't know whether to risk it.

"Giving up isn't an option," you thought with determination as you braced yourself. You swung your leg up and exclaimed in joy when it caught the high brick.

It didn't take long for your excitement to wear off once you realized you were quite stuck. You groaned and tried to pull yourself up by the leg but you couldn't seem to get enough leverage.

"Son of a-!"

"Hello, my lady."

A deep voice from behind you made you freeze in your tracks.

"Are you in need of assistance?"

You huffed and tried to pull yourself up once more, your leg beginning to lose feeling as the blood rushed from it. When you failed, you slumped back to your very uncomfortable resting position.

"No, sir, thank you!" you called, praying that the person was not a guard who would take you to the prince.

"Are you sure?" the voice asked. "You appear to be in quite the pickle."

You tried to look back at the man who had walked in on your escape attempt, but you could move very far without losing your grip.

"If you're really asking, I am a bit stuck."

"I can see that." You could hear the smile in his voice.

"Well?" you called expectantly. "Are you going to offer your assistance or just stand there gawking? I wonder how you can call yourself a gentleman!"

The man laughed and you heard him step closer.

"I would never want my status as a gentleman to be in question. How many I help, my lady?"

You shifted around, suddenly aware of the fact that your dress had ridden up around your thigh where your foot hung helplessly from the stone in the wall.

"Perhaps if you gave me a boost, I could make it over the wall," you deliberated, gauging how much farther you needed to climb. "Yes, one last push should do it. Climbing down the other way should be much easier. If you grab me by the waist and lift me up, I should be able to make it."

"You must forgive me my questioning, but might I ask why you are attempting to climb the palace walls?" the man said, now directly behind you. "Perhaps I should be worried. You are not a prisoner, are you?"

"I will be if I do not make it out of here before the wedding," you called down, getting quite frustrated with this inquisitive stranger. "Will you not help me? My leg is getting quite exhausted and I would hate to fall from this height.

"Is there any particular reason you must leave before the prince's wedding? Do you hold disdain for him?"

You scoffed at that.

"Do I?! I've never met the man and yet my entire life will be lost to the most insufferable and determined flirt in all of Wonderland!"

"Is that what they say about him?" the man laughed out loud and you briefly wondered what his smile looked like.

"It matters not what they say, only what he is," you huffed, growing more irritated by the second. "My waist, if you please."

You heard a soft chuckle before you felt strong hands grasp your waist and lift you up, freeing your leg from its perch. You were so thrilled to be free you almost didn't notice you were being pulled back down.

"Hey, hey, hey!" you yelled as you were set back to your feet, not without quite a bit of kicking and squirming on your part. "I told you to lift me over!"

You whirled around and were immediately met by the brightest hazel eyes you had ever seen. You gasped at the closeness of the man, though it shouldn't have surprised you, considering he just practically picked you up.

Your mental picture of what the mysterious stranger looked like did not do him justice. He was taller than you expected, with dark green hair and a gentle smirk on his face. You were so encapsulated by your savior(?) that it took you about 10 seconds of staring to notice the club painted on his cheek. You were filled with momentary anxiety, assuming he was a courtier of Clubs. Hopefully, if he was close to the king and queen, his good nature so far was an indication that he wouldn't call the guards on you.

"You refuse to help a lady in distress, good sir?" you straightened defiantly, refusing to let your moment of weakness and the man's closeness incapacitate you. "Though you would save her from a lifetime of misery?"

"Come now, misery is a bit harsh," he smiled with insufferable knowing, like you were missing a joke. "I'm only a prince, not a dragon."

"Yes, well, you-"

You stopped short. He was... the prince? Your eyes widened and you dropped to your knees as you realized all the things you had said about him.

"Please forgive me, your highness," you stuttered, keeping your eyes glued to the dirt as your feet. The best case scenario at this point was not being executed. After all, the Queen of Hearts was so fond of her guillotine, perhaps the Queen of Clubs had her own special device for taking care of rule-breakers. "I know my impertinence cannot be forgiven, but I only ask that you punish only me and not my family. I will accept whatever punishment you deem fit."

A hand grabbed yours, lifting your gaze to the man, no, the prince, in front of you. Despite all your expectations, he was smiling.

"Apparently, being married to me is punishment enough," he laughed exasperatedly. He pulled you to your feet and bowed curtly. "Hello, Y/N. I'm Trey."

"Forgive me, your highness-"

"Trey," he said, his eyes sincere.

"Prince Trey-"

"Just Trey," he interrupted again. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, tousling it ever so slightly. "If we are to be married, we may as well be on a first name basis."

"Sorry, your- Trey." You had expected his name to feel odd in your mouth but it didn't feel that way. It suited him much more than any honorific you could think of. "So... you will not punish me?"

"If you will not rest until I do, then I sentence you to dinner," he smiled, a glimmer of mischief hidden in the gold of his eyes. You furrowed your eyebrows.

"Dinner?"

"With me," he finished, amused at your shocked expression. "You see, I would like to get to know you before I share the rest of my life with you. That is where most people start with these sorts of things."

You were stunned silent by how nonchalantly he spoke, almost as if he really were just a lowly courtier attempting to court the countess' daughter.

"I-" you could barely bring yourself to speak. Trey raised his eyebrow in amusement which only flustered you more. "I suppose."

"You suppose?"

"Dinner would be an acceptable punishment."

Trey smiled and offered his arm to you. You took it hesitantly, still stiff as he walked you back to the palace you had just been so desperate to escape.

"Do people really say I'm an insufferable and determined flirt?"

[yutafrita]

Hii Nat! Im new to your account but found you through your yuta taking yn to japan oneshot (SO CUTEEE IM IN LOVE) I wanted to request a challengers au with johnjae x yn could be smutty or whatever (lool) love ya ❤️❤️

Omg hi welcome to my account!! And wow what a throwback that one was so fun. Well, I hope you like the rest of my account AND i hope you enjoy the small req :) thanks for sending it in! Sorry it took forever :(

Word Count: less than 1K

Warnings: Swearing, adultery, sexual situations/ references, small potential dubcon, oral (femme receiving), reader is the worst

Permatag! @nini0620

[10:58 pm]

You frowned. The tv was mocking you. You wished you could shove your arm through the glass and yank out the newscaster.

“At this rate, I don’t think there’s anyone who could take her down.”

You did. You beat her that girl without even breaking a fucking sweat. Yet, here you were, years later, glaring at the shitty tv while someone you hadn’t even considered a blip on your radar all those years ago was showering in her grand slam win.

Your knee ached. Another reminder of your injury.

You took a sip of your seltzer water. It was well past ten pm. Jaehyun was sleeping already- you'd have knocked him out if he wasn't. He needed to be awake by 5 the following morning, and as his coach so did you.

The engagement ring that used to belong to Jaehyun's grandmother glistened in the dim hotel lounge. You huffed. You set the glass down, prepared to simply go upstairs, shower, and climb into bed with your fiancé.

You felt eyes watching you.

You looked to the right of the TV, your eyes meeting that of your fiance's former best friend.

"What are you doing here?" Johnny was smiling like a buffoon, his hair longer than you would have liked and his shirt covered in sweat stains.

"Jaehyun’s at the tournament."

Johnny didn't respond to this, instead he let his smile drop as his eyes caught the ring on your left hand. He moved towards you as if the diamond was a siren calling him before he sat down at the empty seat across from you.

"It was his grandmother's," was what you settled on. A part of you knew you should tell Johnny to fuck off. Not only was he Jaehyun's competitor, but he was also your ex.

He was the reason you can't play tennis anymore.

Your knee ached again.

"How is she doing?" Johnny asked. It had been so long since had seen either of you. When you two had broken up, Jaehyun's grandmother was still kicking.

"She died a few years back."

"Do you love him?" his eyes finally removed themselves from the ring to meet your gaze.

"Why do you care? You two aren't friends anymore."

Johnny, instead of scowling and snapping like a normal person, chuckled lightly as he allowed his eyes to wander all over your form.

"Do you want to go outside for a smoke?"

"I stopped smoking in college."

"So you don't want to go outside together?"

You furrowed your eyebrows at this.

“We’re engaged.”

Johnny’s smile dropped, “We.”

He repeated that word, his face contorting as if the word itself was heavy on his tongue.

Even disheveled, clearly having just finished practicing, Johnny was handsome. More than that, even. He had fully grown into his height. Before, when he would sit idle a hunch would form as if to shrink himself smaller. Now, he sat tall as he studied your face.

You looked past his face at the tv in the lounge. They were playing highlights from Jaehyun’s match, and the match from that bitch.

“I need to be back in an hour.”

“Baby, for you, I’ll make do with anything.”

******

Johnny was just like you remembered. His shoulders were broader now, the motel he was staying at was just as cheap as you anticipated, and he fucked you until you saw stars.

“You got back late,” Jaehyun noted the following morning. He already was drinking his green juice once he finished his physical therapy.

“I had to finalize your Aston Martin ad,” you replied briskly. You checked the time on your watch- ten minutes until you had to go.

You would feel remorse for what you did if Jaehyun didn’t play like shit yesterday.

“Ah,” he nodded before his face flinched.

“What is it?” You asked, having caught the frown that appeared between you scheduling your ride to the courts.

“You… maybe it’s just the lobby,” he muttered to himself.

“Jaehyun? Get it together man you’re going up against Nakamoto today,” you rolled your eyes, stood up from the coffee table and maneuvered to the door of the hotel room.

“You smelled like this cologne I used to wear in high school. That’s all,” Jaehyun spoke up now, seemingly more confident. You hesitated slightly as you grabbed your shoes by the door, but it was so small you knew he didn’t catch it.

“It was probably just the smell of the hotel lounge.”

Johnny was such a loser. Of course he was still wearing the same cologne from high school. Of course Jaehyun also wore the same cologne back then, too.

The rush of people before a tennis match always sent a thrill down your spine. You walked closely next to Jaehyun, reminding him of each small issue you caught from his match yesterday.

“Remember Nakamoto gets frustrated easily, so you just need to survive longer before he starts slipping. He always is far weaker in his last sets,” you were mentally going over your notes after your previous review of Jaehyun’s competitor.

“Good luck out there, Jae,” his voice was fleeting, but the two of you made eye contact with Johnny who sent a wink your way before purposefully bumping shoulders with Jaehyun.

The two of you slipped into the room Jaehyun was assigned prior to the match, a small window high above Jaehyun’s head.

“Do you feel pre-?” you were cut off.

“You fucked him, right?” Jaehyun’s voice was so soft, you almost didn’t hear it as you were shuffling through your bag.

“Jaehyun, what are you talking about?” You lied through your teeth, taking out his protein bar. His gaze narrowed.

“I smelled his cologne while he walked past us,” Jaehyun snapped. You blinked quickly, not responding as you watched his breathes get heavier.

“You barely won yesterdays match. You’re gonna lose.”

Your shitty reply did it. He spit out his gum onto the floor and tore your purse off your lap.

“Jaehyun!”

He didn’t respond, instead shoving your hands aside as he snatched your panties off, leaving you in your tennis skirt on the wooden bench

“I’ll show you I’m better, and I’ll kick Nakamoto’s fucking ass,” he was knelt down in front of you, his eyes determined. You didn’t respond. You just slowly opened your legs, and allowed him to bury his face between them.

Finally, some fire in Jaehyun you thought as you stifled a moan. He hadn’t been this aggressive in a while. Maybe his anger would let him play a good fucking game of tennis.

[jamneuromain]

I have an idea omg. We need more of Lloyd and reader... What about a situation when Lloyd got injured, like he kicked someone's ass , got his knuckles bleeding, or maybe he got a cut or smth... and the reader though she's aware of her blood-seeing problem ofc decided to help him, trying to fight her hemophobia best she could because Lloyd needed her help. Or it can be quite the opposite, the reader got hurt in some way, bleeding a bit, and Lloyd decided to help her because he knows her reaction to seeing blood and all. What do you think?😬☺

Hi Elena😌❤️ （sorry that it took so long I accidentally deleted my draft ... and took very long to recover from the devastating fact :l

Your "Lloyd got hurt" idea certainly is very interesting....👀

So, what would happen if Lloyd got hurt and he has no one else to turn to but his secretary with hemophobia...🤔

Bleed Out

Lloyd Hansen x You

Warning: Mob AU, Mob!Lloyd, Secretary!Reader (Driver!Denny Carmicheal), Graphic Depiction of Blood and Violence (I guess Lloyd is a warning of his own?), Reader has hemophobia (fear of blood), a lot of cursing.

Summary: Lloyd is under your protection for now.

A/N: This is the sequel to A Whiff of Blood, Thank you for all your love to Mob!Lloyd<333

One thing, one particular feature you like about the apartment you're living in, is that this little condo - along with the rest of the building and five other blocks in the vicinity, belongs to a high-end resident community that has strict security guard patrol schedules and limited key-card access. These precautions resulted in rocket-high market prices and a rather wealthy neighborhood, as the owner of these buildings forbids renting, for every keycard that could access the front gate, elevators, and their matching apartments, accompanied by facial recognition embedded in the little chip. When you get home every night (or afternoon, if you are lucky), you have to press your keycard and stand before the camera before the gate grants you inside. This brings quite some comfort for you, working for a mob boss named Lloyd Hansen, and knowing that his associates are basically "wanted" by rival gangs for the valuable information they possess.

While it is impossible that you could afford such an exquisite apartment with your salary, though very well-paid, you are truly grateful because Lloyd signed this condo - his condo - to you without a word (or asking a dime from you) when you told him during your final interview that you will be needing a week to relocate before starting the job.

That's when you made up your mind that Lloyd Hansen is a boss worthy to work for.

It's not a big place. Having two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a kitchen. Decorated in white, black, and grey, clearly matching Lloyd's taste when he asked his lawyer to give you the key card and have you move in.

You've lived here for three years now. Adding soft cushions and light-colored sets to the tedious design here and there. Like the sunflower tablecloth and daisy plates and bowls. Like the pink polka dot sheets and duvet covers. And the fluffy slippers, taken out from the cabinets, ready to be put on as soon as fuzzy socks don't work their magic any more.

You are finishing washing the mug you just used. After putting it on the racks, you wipe your hands with a clean cloth. It is a workday tomorrow, and you intend to sleep early to wake up with a fresh spirit to deal with your (sometimes) moody boss. Treating yourself to a nice little read in the bedside lamp radiating yellow glow - another decoration that you feel much needed for this place, you reach out to turn off the lamp when there's a sudden rush of knock on your door.

You zip your mouth shut.

The news two weeks ago, about a woman who was curious about the baby crying at her door, was yanked out of her apartment as soon as she opened the door, being raped and killed in her own bed.

You are smart enough not to ask "Who is it", letting this unexpected guest learn that a young female is at home.

When the unexpected visitor doesn't hear your reply, they knock on the door more fiercely, nearly knocking your heart out of your throat.

You remember the tutorial online: Approach the door with caution, and check the surveillance camera. If there's no one in sight, call the cops. If there's anything out of the ordinary, like a baby or a kitten by the door, call the cops.

In summary, call the cops.

Your fingers hover above your phone, having the police number on speed dial, when you turn on the surveillance camera monitor by the door.

A very bruised, cut, and tired Lloyd, having a gun in his hand, banging on your door as he winces in pain.

"Goodness gracious-" Your gasp gets stuck in your throat. Opening the door in an instant, there's nothing else in your mind than keeping him alive. Your goosebumps on high alert as Lloyd's eyes scan over you. You pull him in, checking that the hallway is secure, before closing the heavy door as quietly as possible.

You turn to him, "Mr. Han-" Your words stop mid-sentence as you feel the need to fight the bile down your throat.

Yes. Mr. Hansen is very much covered in the one thing you hate most in the world.

Blood.

Blood splattered on his chest, his ridiculous choice of the blue-white striped polo shirt and cuts littered over his face and bare arms. His pants are dripping. Some crimson-colored liquid will stick permanently onto your floor and your beloved carpet.

Redness, some stained into near-brown, all over his figure.

You hold your breath, not letting the iron taste linger to make matters worse.

Lloyd walks, more like limps to each of your rooms - now that you can breathe a little while the blood smell is gone temporarily, and convince yourself that it's just ketchup on your boss (though you doubt that trick works) - and inspects each of them with his finger on the gun's trigger.

Taking in the whole situation, three things pop into your mind.

Lloyd is in desperate need of medical attention.

You are most likely to faint as soon as he returns, seeing this amount of blood.

Lloyd wouldn't knock on your door if this isn't desperate for him as well.

As Lloyd approaches, you are wrecking every brain cell to work a way out of this.

" 'S anyone here?" He asks, pulling the safe of his gun back on, before plopping down on your couch and groaning because he most definitely pulls one or two, if not a few of his wounds.

However, one of THE most brilliant ideas comes to you when you are holding your breath.

You shake your head, raising one finger to tell him you need a moment - or you hope that your running off conveys the message, and dash towards your bathroom.

Lloyd sags down on the couch, not even bothering to get up or turn his head to watch whether you've pulled out a gun pointing at him. You probably wouldn't do so, since you chose to pull him in, instead of letting him bleed out by your door.

When you appear in front of him again, his body briefly stuns a moment, before emerging in a burst of full-blown laughter. He laughs so hard that his laughter turns into coughs, which leads to him pressing his hand over his chest in case he tears his wounds further.

You place your hands on your hips. Compared to him, you are least amused by your idea.

You smoothed your hair back and put on your scuba diving goggles from a paid leave last year. Lloyd personally oversaw your two-week vacation, paying from your hotel suite to your travel expenses, and even ordering you full scuba diving equipment for your one-hour scuba lesson.

Of course, you weren't actually interested in becoming an expert, but the scuba equipment was too nice to be thrown away.

"Not funny." You breathe through your mouth. Even though the orange plastic - or glass, you don't quite know which - changes how the bloody Lloyd looks in your eyes, it still doesn't completely change the idea that Lloyd is, in fact, covered in blood, as much as you don't want to think about it. And it definitely doesn't block the smell of blood, which probes the nerves at the back of your nose whenever you breathe through your mouth.

Lloyd scans your "outfit", his laughter slowly dials down, eventually turns into a lazy smile ghosting his lips, "You're right. It's not."

It's over 10:30 pm, and you usually would have been sleeping, or lying on your bed, at least. But no, you are stuck in the living room with your boss who's about to die any minute, and you are only able to stand in front of him, alive and thinking, with a fucking scuba mask on.

So, fuck this.

You roll your eyes at your cold-blooded boss. "Should I call your doctor? Or send you to the hospital?"

The smirk disappears.

Although he didn't say "no" to the hospital, by now you've realized the hospital choice was crossed off the board, as he chose you instead of ringing the police - which will no doubt lead to an investigation since Lloyd is the most notorious mob in Los Angles.

You search for the first aid bag that you stocked away when you moved in. It has rarely been used.

"Doc's dead." He murmurs, but loud enough for you to understand. He spoke with a sadness that only appears when he has lost one of his people. "I took Jared to his clinic."

You know Jared, he is one of the muscles working for Lloyd. He helped take care of one of Lloyd's rivals, Brewer.

"The deal with the Russian mobs tonight went wrong, but we got out in one piece." Lloyd explains curtly, "I got him to Doc's place to get stitched up. But we were attacked... Doc died, so did Jared."

So... two of his people.

Medical alcohol and Q-tips were picked from the bag, then a roll of gauze. You place those on the coffee table.

"I think you need something bigger than a Q-tip." He chuckles, unbuckling his belt, removing his pants. You open your mouth wanting to argue it's probably best that he doesn't move right now, but you silence yourself when you see a flesh wound -

Blood trickles down his thigh, leaving a scorched round hole on his leg. You turn your head to the other side as soon you feel the need to hurl. Even with your goggles on, deep down, you know that it's blood, not ketchup, nor some red paint oozing from his body.

“Don’t puke on my shoes. Crocodiles died for it.” A strangled grunt comes out of his mouth when he finished speaking, having your heart tug in the slightest of agony.

The belt he took off just now is turned into an instant tourniquet on his thigh. The blood drips slower than it did, but it keeps ruining your carpet.

“Yeah, I bet the crocodile spirits hate you right now.” You mutter under your breath, snatching a face mask from the first-aid kit, taking a small inhale after you put it over your face.

Much, much better now.

Lloyd snorts out a short laugh, “You look like one of those bird-man in the Middle Ages when they are battling the plague.”

“Yeah well,” You place your hand on your hips, feeling somewhat braver to deal with this bloody mess all over your living room, “You’re about to bleed out on my couch, so let’s start with you telling me what else I can help with.”

Lloyd spares a glance at you when he’s busy rolling the gauze and pressing it onto his gunshot wound, his expression uninterpretable. Though you would guess that he is mildly impressed.

“Got any liquor? Something strong?” He raises his brows almost challengingly, “I don’t see any painkillers here, so … Bourbon? Whiskey? Scotch? Anything?”

You do have a bottle of whiskey that your cousin gave to you when you moved in. He’d come to visit and lend a helping hand from time to time. You take two glasses from the cupboard and half a bottle of whiskey.

You could use some liquid courage with a murder scene and your psycho boss in the middle of this lovely condo.

With the aid of whiskey and your patching and cleaning of the rest of the wounds, Lloyd is able to sleep through the night soundly without worrying about being a rigid corpse in the morning.

Yawning, and accidentally stretching his patched-up wounds, he allows a string of curses to flow out of his lips. Judging by the sunlight peeking through your curtains, he’d say it’s 9 or 10 in the morning. Last night, he was tired when the adrenaline gradually faded away, and he did not have the chance to take a close look at your – used to be his – place.

You did not put this place through any major changes, just some minor traces, reminding him that he is, in a sense, invading this cozy little apartment with his banged-up body.

With a decent set of fresh suit, shirt, and tie on the chair beside the bed.

Faint murmurs come from the other side of the door, Lloyd tenses up immediately, pulling his gun under the pillow, where he stocked last night, and turns the doorknob slowly.

“… shut up.” He hears you smack someone’s arm jokingly.

Your voice blends in with the voice in his memory of last night, when he winced in pain as you tried to take out glass shards from his forehead with a pair of tweezers, when he swung another gulp of whiskey from the bottle.

“Fucking hell, woman, I swear you’re trying to scoop my brains out rather than finding the glass pieces.” He grumbled.

“You’re lucky I didn’t kick you out, Mr. Hansen. Now I’m kindly asking you to shut up so I can take care of your wounds before it could get any worse.” You said impatiently, having struggled between the discomfort in your stomach and your determination to get him patched up, but adjusted your attitude soon after, keeping your mouth shut and pushing his upper body so he would lean on the couch and be still, while you turned on the flashlight to search the little glass piece on his forehead.

The warm and shallow breath fell on the ridge of his nose. It was broken, sure, tingling and itching, but it also meant that you were close, close enough to kiss-

“Cuz, are you sure that-”

The male voice is cut off when Lloyd in a black suit appears in front of you and a young man. One of his hands behind his back, you know far too well he’s holding the gun and will shoot your cousin’s brain out if you don’t explain quickly.

“Morning Mr. Hansen. This is my cousin, Connor Ashborne, studying at UCLA Med School.” You smile politely towards your boss, “I called for him to check up on you, since you refused to go to any doctor with a gunshot wound. He’s here to provide professional medical assistance.”

“Mr. Hansen,” the young man extends his hand for Lloyd to shake, “I’ve heard of a lot of things about you.”

“Lots of bad things, I hope.” Lloyd throws in a comment half-sarcastically, plopping himself down on the couch, ignoring your cousin’s extending hand, “Shit.” When he stretches his wounds again, the gauze must have clotted with his flesh for this level of pain.

“Cuz?” Conner turns his choice to your hand, “It’s your call. I can’t force your boss to do anything.”

“Yeah, me neither.” You mutter, “He’s more stubborn than a bull with eyes on the red flag.”

“Careful there, sunshine.” Lloyd gulps down some whiskey, numbing the pain in his thigh, “I can hear ya’ loud and clear.”

You silently shrugged towards your cousin, letting him know that you could not be of help any more than he did. “You should probably head to your classes.” You speak softly towards Connor, “Say hi to your sister for me, will you?”

“Sure thing, cuz. Remember those antibiotics and pain meds for the... patient in the kit.” He pulls you into a hug, “No need to thank me, I know, I'm one of a kind.”

Yeah, he's a one-of-a-kind dick when he wants to be. You can't help but smile knowing that his ego bloated after coming to your aid.

“I’ll see you around Christmas, yeah?”He asks.

“Around Christmas.” You confirm, patting his back.

Connor shoots you a wink and a “Bye, cuz”, grabbing the bicycle helmet on the kitchen counter and rushing out of your apartment like a gust of wind.

"A-hem." Lloyd clears his throat.

You let out a long exhale, realizing the big problem-o is still sitting on the couch like he owns this place – he indeed still does, as you have helped combing through his real estate. He owns the whole residential community – more specifically, has a lot of shares in the company which runs this residence, at the very least. Putting your best, and most professional courtesy on, you ask Lloyd, “I’ve called Denny earlier this morning. He’s now driving around the block. Denny has driven to your place and picked up the usual breakfast from your cook. Should I call him and tell him to come up? Or you’d like to head to the office right now?”

“Tell him to come up. I’ve been shot. It seems fair to skip work this morning.” Lloyd has the usual smug smile on his face. Stepping into his crocodile shoes onto the floor, spreading his arms over the couch, he looks down at the ground before narrowing his eyes and raising a sharp question: “You’ve had the carpet thrown out?”

Of course, you’ve had the carpet thrown out. Or you would throw up five times per hour.

You thought so when carrying the blood-soaked carpet downstairs, after making sure Lloyd was asleep around midnight. As his secretary, it is your job to make sure he doesn’t have to worry about anything besides his business.

You carried the carpet downstairs, avoiding cameras as carefully as possible, with your ridiculous scuba goggles and face mask on, and dumped the carpet, into another residence trash can two blocks further. With his blood and his scent on it, it is easy to lure those henchmen away if they bring hounds to search for Lloyd.

Lloyd does not go down without a fight, that you were certain. You were also certain of the fact that the transaction gone wrong would make relative parties involved less than happy, hence the ambush at Doc’s place. If they struck once, it seemed possible that they would strike again, knowing that Lloyd was hurt.

Also packing hydrogen peroxide, a powerful bleach, and a pack of Q-tips with you, you carefully erased the traces of Lloyd’s blood from the street to your residence building, and inside the elevator.

“Miss Y/L/N!” The security guard exclaimed on seeing you back inside the building. He was smart enough not to comment on you pulling your scuba goggles and face mask off, but smiled warmly, “A rough night?”

You smile back, “Hi Henry. I hate to pull ranks on you, Henry, I really do. But in less than ten minutes you are going to get a call from your boss, who has gotten a call from his boss, asking you to do exactly what I tell you to, which is to make a copy of the surveillance footage of the security cameras, and delete the original copy stored in the computers stored somewhere in this building. You are also going to tell me whether anyone has dropped by when your shift ends this morning, who looks suspicious, asking questions even though they don’t live here.”

The smile froze on Henry’s face, “Miss Y/L/N, it’s against the company orders…”

Just then, the phone on Henry’s desk rang, which Henry took the minute it made a sound.

The smile turned to a serious frown.

“…Yes. Yes, Sir. I’ll see to it.” He hung up the phone after a polite “Good night”, straightening his security guard uniform, and moved around the desk, “This way, Ma’am.”

After burying your head in the toilet bowl and throwing up almost half an hour ago, you had used your cell phone and called Lloyd's business partner up ahead, told him that Lloyd had issued a command to erase surveillance camera footage of a specific building and asked to keep a copy.

His business partner, hauled up from his bed because of this phone call in the middle of the night, knew better than to refuse.

… and that was why the Russian mob drove through the block later that morning at 1 a.m. and did not find a trace of Lloyd taking shelter in your condo after circling the area for quite some time.

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[respectthepetty]

We started episode nine of Wandee Goodday with the blinding yellow orb of light surrounded by pink/purple flowers. I'm gonna ignore the Ter part because between this and OMG! Vampire (and Thai BLs in general), I got questions about the lack of severity regarding male sexual assault and harassment, but that's a different post.

The props department has given me a yellow and purple labeled beer with the production name on it - AllThat Beer. Bless you, props department.

Yellow on Yak's side, purple on Dee's side, and they kiss in the blue with the purple countdown, and because I hate this blue, hopefully this is also a countdown to the fake part of their relationship ending soon.

@overrgrownn, already pointed out how they swap colors when they step outside and Yak turns pink, but the mermaid tails are in their colors too in yellow/red and purple/pink. Great had a picture on the set of him in a red wig and the boys have been spotted in other wigs, so maybe we wrote this mermaid plot off to quickly.

GET OUT OF HERE BLUE!

Much better! Much much better!

I knew the building's exterior lights were purple, but I hadn't realized it had yellow accents.

This is the worst montage of my life! I can deal with Yak in black because it's one of his colors, but seeing that brown and blue the entire time Yak is trying to woo Dee is disgusting!

Because even when there is yellow, it is covered up!

Both of them are very aware of their feelings! The colors are right there! SO WHY CAN'T I GET THEM?!

It's because they are faking it even when they don't need too!

And I've done been saying that Yak has tried to copy Ter because that's who Dee liked for eight years, so TAKE THE BROWN OFF YOUR BODY!

Y'all don't want to be to fake blue and brown like Ter trying to figure out his life.

And as cute as the boxing couple are, neither Yak nor Dee are an odd little boxing man or his girlfriend!

SO QUIT THE BIULLSHIT, DEE! I don't know why you feel you must lie about your feelings or your color anymore. I'm pretty sure that shirt is pink, so you're just going to sit there in a pink shirt AND LIE with the blue backing you up?! LIAR!!!!!!

I have a theory about the eleventh episode, and I think this man foreshadows it since Ter took too long to sort out his feelings and lost out, but before I write about it, I appreciate AllThat Entertainment for using the same actors in its shows because I deserve to see this man not surrounded by a harem of boys and being batshit crazy.

But back to Dee because even Kao knows what his true color is with his purple confidential folder.

So get it the fuck together, Dee! You know what your color and feelings are, so quit playing with this blue and these lies.

Because I think the eleventh episode will be Yak giving up. Yak lost his first boxing match because he ran out of energy to continue the fight, and Dee has continued this fight for no good reason. Therefore, I've been thinking that Yak was going to give up and Dee would have to finally step up and prove he loves Yak. Now, I NEED THIS TO HAPPEN!

Because as much as Dee is there for Yak, he is still hiding behind this illusion of a fake relationship.

Yak needs to win that final match, but he is dealing with some mental blockage. (This picture was absolutely necessary because he is wearing blue here)

The yellow comes from his mom.

And probably the pants too which is why they are so important. (Thanks, Dee, for showing up in your color)

So Dee gives Yak peace of mind and fills the voids that were left behind when Yak's mother died. We see the same dynamic between Cher and Yei.

But what will happen if Dee doesn't bring peace when Yak needs it the most? Dee's Nineties shirt had the always important message to "Make Love, Not War," but is he taking that advice?

He is absorbing Yak's color and combining it with his.

Yak is telling him that he loves Dee in every single way possible.

And they continue to switch colors as they kiss on the lips.

But Dee continues to deny his feelings and push Yak away when he feels too much. Next week, Yak is fighting for his family and home in episode ten, so I'm hoping everything else gets resolved, and all we are left with is the championship match and love for the last two episodes. My fingers are crossed that Yak will lose in this battle of love with Dee since Dee must always win (and he will win that scholarship).

Please, GMMTV, force Dee to make a choice because even if he wins everything, he'll still lose something.

Please.

[yuurivoice]

Not answering is A-okay with me fyi, but I just wanted to say as someone who struggles, THANK YOU for the sh "content" take. Do some people have good intentions? Sure, I'll give them the benefit of the doubt. Do good intentions even begin to scratch the surface of qualifying someone to handle it in a respectful and proper way regardless of personal experience? Nah. Thanks for keeping your space cool and safe, you're a real one.

- appreciative long time follower

I appreciate the message because sometimes I second guess myself like omg is my stance on this too firm? So hearing that I'm making sense to someone is comforting.

If that sort of stuff has helped people, etc, and it never got weird, I'm glad it helped. I wouldn't want to diminish that experience.

At the same time, my exposure to this that radicalized me was when I stopped in on someone's stream to get some insight into a situation (untold years ago) and got some key info that I think set my opinion in stone.

People boasting that they were making content like that for vulnerable people, and that those people "need us", framing the dynamic in the most codependent, unhealthy way you could fathom.

People who had been making this content since they were MINORS, and into young adulthood, who were also at risk themselves at the time.

Financially incentivizing their help with donations and wishlists, leveraging their own struggles and lack to create what I feel is a radically unhealthy relationship between comfort/aid and risky spending.

So yeah. I don't take too kindly to idiots with microphones specifically targeting vulnerable individuals who need a hotline far more than a parasocial hyperfixation.

I don't speak on a whole lot on shit in the ASMR Roleplay slash hobbyist VA space, but that in particular is a rancid corner I stumbled across that I think invites some of the most at risk, vulnerable members of the community to put their wellness in the hands of people who I frankly wouldn't trust to put my fries in the goddamn bag let alone talk to me about the value of my life and why I should stick around.

If I seem harsh, it's because somebody damn well should be. Shit isn't a game.

Anywho......yep. The topic came up recently in private when I was dealing with an unrelated situation, and I remembered this exact thing and how much it bothered me.

I can respect anyone who would like to hear very specific comfort from one of my boys. I don't fault you for that. You know they'd want the best for you. I just don't think I can personally deliver it to you, and they wouldn't want me to, because I can't do nearly enough for you. You deserve better than care being pantomimed and imagined, and no matter how alone you feel, there are people who will fight for you, you gotta go grab them and tell them you need that. And if they fail, you try again, and again.

Me and my content can be a lot of things, and helping soothe aches is a big part of the job, but there are limits. I think there has to be for the safety and peace for everyone involved.

I can't risk putting myself in a spot where someone has to rely on me like that, and I wouldn't want to put them at risk either. Because I can fail. Maybe the words wouldn't be right. Or the tone didn't match their needs. Or it was just too little too late.

For everyone, that's a path we shouldn't go down. But we can still support one another. I think my characters and their stories are filled with messages and purpose for people who are in need, because I've been there. Quite literally, I'm familiar with the territory. So what I've created reflects that journey. It may not be specifically comfort for the thing. But the underlying meaning and purpose is one that speaks to some of those dark places.

Or not. Because it's art. You'll take what you want from it. But you'd probably find it there if you need to.

Anywho. Thanks for the message, Anon. Take care of yourselves, everyone. 💖

[erenyeagerssgf]

streamer!silver wolf as your gf

♡ characters: silver wolf

♡ contains: gn!reader, established relationship, fluff, hcs, not proofread

♡ a/n: this inspired me to write again after a long time. i love silver wolf sm and i don't see enough content for her, so here's my piece! requests are closed, but suggestions are welcomed!

silver wolf definitely lives in a house with blade & kafka

they are also probably content creators or something

kafka is kind of her manager because she could care less about pr and sponsors, she just wants to play games!

has a really cool set up (best equipment only) and room but it's messy

always looks for cheats/funny glitches in every game (she gets genuinely amused by it💀)

silver wolf definitely gets so invested with what she's doing that she forgets to eat & drink water when she streams

you've probably encouraged chat to make sure they remind her of water breaks & sometimes you come in with food you've made her

always chewing pink bubblegum tho

silver wolf's membership/special streams are her teaching viewers how to code

i feel like she makes song covers once in a blue moon

she has a nice voice and she knows it, it's just too much work to record the vocals, find an instrumental, and all that!

on another note, she makes u playlists <3

i hc she listens to punk music (punklorde duh) & hyperpop

oh and she def gets u guys matching items! a fur tail keychain (which she attaches to her belt most of the time) & scrunchies/hair accessories

back to streaming, silver wolf's a master at rhythm games (she eats proseka players up)

definitely on leaderboards

hasn't really considered entering a pro gaming tournament, but you encourage her because she's just so good!

silver wolf is a bit hesitant to have you on her streams, but when you are, she LOVES playing games with you

you guys coop stardew valley & are married in game for sure <3

just like she did to the trailblazer, she will force you to pull for characters you probably don't even want

lowkey encourages you to make bad decisions in game, you get so frustrated and she thinks it's sooo funny

she makes up for it though when you're offline

you'll find this really rare item and look at it like ??? when did i get this?

when silver wolf gets tired on stream, she cuddles herself up in the blanket you got her so she could be more comfy <3

her viewers thinks it's so cute omg

she definitely makes fun of the people in chat that are down bad for her, she only wants your affection🙄

as a joke her viewers probs make really "cringy" thirst trap video edits of her (sometimes with you) and she likes to react to them on stream

silver wolf is pretty expressionless most of the time, but she cracks a smile and a few chuckles at the edits, they're too amusing to not laugh at

you've probably saved some edits of her on your phone though👀

randomly goes through your phone one day & is like wtf??? there's a whole album of edits dedicated to me??

actually gets a bit flustered & cuddles with you later <3

omg yk how she likes to pinch cute things? she ALWAYS pinches your cheeks or other parts of your body

ugh i love her <3

unfortunately, i’m giving up the layout i had with the pictures. tumblr just won’t let me format my posts the way i want it to😔 enjoy!!

[ughgoaway]

Blurb of Annie's birthday... Matty brings a cake to school to celebrate his little baby's special day... he stays a little while...

I'm loving all the blurbs

oh, I'm so glad you are loving the blurbs!!! I am loving writing them, little Annie Healy has my heart.

Anyway, yes yes yes I love this idea so much omg. 

(Can Ace write anything without saying “smile” and “eyes” 1000 times… wait and see!! (the answer is no.) Also, timeline wise this makes absolutely 0 sense but… I do not care!! All that matters is the vibe <33)

It's Monday when Annie comes in very proudly and announces “Miss y/n, I'm six on Friday” with her chest puffed out and a big smile on her face.

You pretend you don't know, despite having seen it on the system last week, “Is it really Annie? Wow! You're growing up so quickly” You smile down at her as she nods along to your words, holding her bookbag (do other countries have these? idk) in one hand and the other hand out, ready to gesture with when she spoke.

“My daddy says the same thing.” she starts. Then her face lights up further, “You know my daddy is coming in on Friday!! He asked Mrs Richards and she said that he could come and bring a cake for everyone!!” she recounts excitedly before her face drops, and she suddenly gets very serious. “But you can't tell anyone that miss y/n, it's a secret. Pinky promise?”

You smile at her but soon put on a fake stern face to match hers. You drop to her eye line, stick your finger out, and link it with hers, “I promise Annie. Now, how about you go put your bookbag away so we can get started?” she doesn't respond but instead nods and shuffles off to set her bag down.

Leaving you standing and reeling that Matty is coming in on Friday, in peak proud dad mode, to celebrate his daughter (who you love.) fuck. This was going to make your head spin.

/////////////

cut to the actual day, and Annie comes in wearing a little badge and a hat. You see Matty drop her off from the classroom. you totally weren't staring out the window waiting to see him arrive or anything…

he wasn't even really dressed up, just a chequered button-up and jeans. but for some reason, he still made your heart race. seeing him bend down and give her a kiss on the cheek, and a big hug almost made you audibly sigh, but you caught yourself before you did. because that would be inappropriate, you didn't have any feelings for him. none at all. totally neutral.

Annie came bounding in, a massive smile on her face showing off her gappy smile. she'd very proudly come in the week before talking about losing one of her teeth, and now, every time she smiled, her gaps were on show.

class started, and to avoid Annie literally buzzing with excitement all day, you allowed her to announce to the class the news of her big day.

with the happiest face you could imagine, she said, "It's my birthday today! I'm 6 and my daddy is going to come in with cake for everyone!" 

a chorus of cheers came out as you sat behind your desk, trying to stop your grin from growing an unreasonable amount. 

soon enough, you got the class back in order, and the day whizzed past. Suddenly, it was 2:30, and there was a knock on the door.

matty stuck his head around the door and quickly met your eyes, "hi" he breathed out, staring at you with adoration in his eyes.

“Hi” you breathed out in the same way. For a few seconds, you both stood there with stupid grins on your faces staring into each other's eyes. Of course, in a classroom of 5 and 6-year-olds, that peaceful staring didn't last long. But it simultaneously felt like a quick glance and a full minute.

Annie comes running out of her seat and to the door. Matty quickly catches on and comes fully into the classroom, managing to hold a cake in one hand and hugging his very excited daughter with the other.

“Daddy!!” she squeals with excitement, bouncing in her dad's arms as he tries desperately to balance a cake. Over the young girl's shoulder, he shoots you a worried glance, and you snap out of your trance and come to grab the cake.

“Ah yes, let me just grab this,” you say, and Matty smiles graciously at you. His other hand quickly scooped Annie up into his arms to greet her properly.

“Hi, peanut!! You have a good birthday?” he asks. His eyes flick between his daughter, babbling on about her day, and you standing at your desk showing a room full of mesmerised children the cake he brought.

In between his daughter's rambling stories, he manages to catch you chatting to the kids, “Yes Annie's dad Mat-” You pause and catch yourself before you slip, flicking your head up and making brief eye contact with Matty. “Mr. Healy brought us all cake! Let's all sit in our seats and get ready to say thank you like we practised!”

Matty's face briefly scrunched in confusion, but you did nothing to answer his silent question, only shooting him a sweet smile and spinning around to walk to the front of the room. The combination of the cheeky smile and the way your dress moved as you spun had Matty's brain stuttering through his thoughts.

Annie was still chattering along, completely oblivious to her dad being completely enamoured with the woman in front of him. She soon saw her classmates all in their seats and was wriggling out of her dad's arms, trying to join her friends.

Matty comes to join you at the front of the room, fighting every urge in his body to wrap you up in a hug. He wants nothing more than to grab you by the waist and pull you in, burying his face into your neck and breathing in the vaguely sweet smell that follows you around. He thinks about how his other arm would swing around your shoulder and pull you impossibly closer. Your arms would come around him, and he would feel you hum in enjoyment at the contact.

But he doesn't do that. He simply waves in a way that makes him feel so uncool that he internally cringes. You giggle at his clear discomfort and copy his wave, tilting your head teasingly at him. 

You somehow manage to wrangle your mind back to the task at hand, you clap your hands and grab your classes attention. “Right! Everyone, this is Annie's dad, Mr. Healy!” Matty cringes at you not using his name, loving the way it sounds coming out of your mouth.

“As you can see, he has been very kind and brought us a cake to share! Can we all say thank you?”

Matty was staring at you, lost in watching you work, but soon the ensemble of small voices wrang out, pulling his attention away from you.

“Thank you, Mr. Healy!!” says the sea of children in front of him, Matty looks out at the crowd, used to the number of people but not quite the age range. He sees a mob of gappy teeth and excited faces and can't help but mirror them.

“Wow! You guys are welcome! I hope you all like it. It's already cut up... sooo-” he looks over to you for further instruction, and you snap back into teacher mode quickly.

“Okay! Everyone, can we all line up in register order for our cake?” Some groans come from the crowd, but you quickly catch them, “and don't worry if you're near the end. There is enough cake for everyone! I promise.” You smile and wave your hand, and soon enough, each child falls into line, all bubbling with anticipation.

//////////

Quiet music plays through the classroom speakers, and the noise of children chatting and giggling permeates the room. At the front of the room, you are leaning against the desk as Matty stands in front of you with his hands in his pockets.

He stands with joy written all over his face as you continue to laugh at his stories and jokes, the sound of your laughter ringing in his ears in the best way possible. It's so melodic that Matty has the fleeting thought to record it and use it in a track.

“So you used a scooter to get to the smaller stage” you laugh, staring at Matty with an impressed yet questioning look. As he nods, his curls bounce. You briefly get distracted by how perfect they are, but his resonant voice brings you back to earth. 

“An electric scooter, I'm not just furiously pushing myself on a razor scooter in the middle of a concert” Matty corrects, looking faux offended at your forgetfulness. 

“Oh yes, sorry and electric scooter, of course.” You say nodding, “I don't suppose there's any video of this that I can see? I think I need to witness it.” You smile at him.

Matty pauses briefly, weighing up and showing you the video. On one hand, he can get closer to you to show his phone but on the other, you get to see a mildly embarrassing video of him whizzing away to the sound of “Vroom Vroom” by Charli xcx. 

You take his silence as offence and quickly start stuttering apologies, “Oh I'm sorry if that's too personal, you don't have to show me. I was just-” Before you talk so much it makes you dizzy, Matty cuts in. 

“Oh no don't worry love,” the nickname slips out without a second thought, Matty doesn't even consider it but you are sure you'll be thinking of his voice saying that on repeat for the next week, “I was just thinking how embarrassing this is going to be, but you're right. You do need to see it. Just promise me you won't think less of me, yeah?”

He makes intense eye contact as finishes, and you can't help but blurt out what you think of immediately, “I could never think less of you.”

A silent beat passes, and Matty doesn't say anything, just bashfully smiles and grabs his phone.

//////

Too soon for your liking, 3 pm comes, and it's almost time to leave, but before everyone goes, you have one more thing to do.

“Okay I have to play teacher now, sorry,” you say to Matty, standing up. He nods and steps back, letting you get everyone's attention and speak.

“It's almost time for our mummies and daddies to pick us up, so let's all do one last thing before we go today. As you all know, it's Annie's birthday,” Matty watches his daughter's eyes light up at being mentioned, “so let's all sing her happy birthday!”

You count them in, and the class starts singing to Annie, you and Matty included. Matty watches you sing for his daughter, pure joy on your face and a grin that makes his knees weaken.

The song ends, and everyone claps, just in time for the bell to ring, and you send them off. “Okay everyone that's the bell! Go grab your stuff and meet your mums and dads in the playground, Mrs Richards will be out there to help you find them if you need it!”

You wave each of them out until it's just you, Matty and Annie in the room. You spin around and bend down to her level, “Did you have a good birthday sweetheart?”

Her toothy grin comes out again, and she nods furiously, “Especially because my daddy came in, that was really fun” she says, looking up at Matty and grabbing his hand.

“I had so much fun too, sweetheart! Let's get going though, yeah? You've got Grandad and nanny at home waiting to see you!!” Matty says to his daughter, who immediately starts dragging him away and saying bye to you.

You laugh and wave them off, “bye Annie!!” You say excitedly. You make a point of lifting your eyes and meeting Matty’s.

“Bye Matty” you say softly, waving at him the same way he greeted you earlier.

He simply grins and waves back before returning his attention back to his daughter and continuing to be dragged away.

blurb masterlist here!!

[gilbirda]

gil gil gilgilgil gil gil.

i had

omg

i had the best

the best

Okay so.

Soulmate Identifying Marks AU

ANGER MANAGEMENT STYLE

i am

i need it.

(don't feel pressured i might write it myself but also might not but i had to throw the idea to you)

Fam.

You got it.

[Read on AO3]

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Jason never actually cared about his soulmark. Really. Why bother? He was poor, his parents' relationship was shitty (he later learned they weren't soulmates and Catherine sold him a pretty lie), and his life was complicated enough to add romance.

Once he became a vigilante at the tender age of thirteen, he understood that love was a luxury, and that having a soulmate at this point was a liability more than a blessing. A curse, even. He envied Dick, who didn't have a soulmate mark, and who loved freely and without hesitation; he envied Bruce, who loved intensely and burned just as bright.

He just. He couldn't do it.

So he chose to ignore it. Sometimes he hated it, sometimes it felt like a shackle to a complete stranger, someone he was supposed to tie himself to-

(Someone that didn't belong in his world. Crimefighters and civilians were not a good idea.) - so he just scrubbed at the damn ink on his skin when he got pissed at it, and covered with long sleeved clothes when he wanted to ignore it.

And then he died.

He was surprised to discover his mark was still there after coming back to himself post-bathing in the Lazarus Pits. He lowkey had hoped his soulmate was free from the connection the moment his heart stopped beating. But it was still there.

It was a bird. Ironic.

A freaking bluejay.

It was still colorful, it has all the details, no matter what he did about the mark. His soulmate was still there on the other side, waiting, biding their time. He wondered if their mark became a black silhouette like it did when partners died. He wondered if that stranger was holding hope or gave up on him already.

(He hoped they did. Giving up on him was the best option.)

When years passed and he didn't find anybody with a matching tattoo, blacked out or not, he tried to forget about it again. Holding hope was useless, and he had more important things to do. Dick eventually stopped asking about it, when they were back on speaking terms. Bruce still gave it pained looks when he visited the Cave.

That's why when a woman sat down on his table and hid her face behind a binder, he didn't notice the picture on it at first glance.

"Hello?" He put down the cup of coffee and sat straighter. It was never a bad idea to be wary.

"Um." The woman lowered the binder enough to look around the quaint café. She turned and checked the window, but if there was someone there she wouldn't be seen. That's why Jason liked this table, it was the best strategic point. "Sorry, I..."

"Hiding from an ex?"

The woman rolled her eyes, setting the binder back on the table. "Try a creepy coworker."

She tried to downplay it, but by her body language she was more affected than what she let on. He was interested in her story immediately. No woman was going to be stalked on his watch.

"Did you try the police?"

She looked at him like he was crazy. "Police doesn't do shit in Gotham."

Her sharp tone and eyes made him smile immediately. "Have you tried kicking him in the nuts?"

The unknown woman arched an eyebrow and untied her tight bun, massaging her scalp for a second, revealing long natural red hair. Jason noticed her white shirt, so she may be coming back from work. An office? He wondered where she worked. He could try and find out and then identify this creepy coworker-

"Hard to do that when she doesn't have a pair of those." The woman snorted. "My stalker is a woman."

"My mistake. Have you tried kicking her anyway?"

She made a face as if she didn't know what to do with him, but laughed at his comment. He smiled back, glad to see her relax after the scare.

"Thanks. I really needed the laugh, stranger." She made a move to stand up. "I'll leave you alone now."

He nodded, making a note to follow her and find as much information as he could about this stalker.

His eyes wandered to the picture taped to the front of her binder.

A bluejay.

"Wait." He extended a hand, catching her-

It was like an electric current coursed through him, from the palm of the hand that touched her forearms to the tip of his toes. He knew she felt it too, because she froze where she stood, her eyes glued to his hand on her person.

He had to let her go, he knew, but he couldn't. He really couldn't. He knew what this meant, and yet he didn't want to believe.

"Where did you get that?"

It took a moment to come back to reality and process her words. She was looking at his arm, her free hand hovering over the hem of the jacket her had rolled up to be comfortable. The shape of the tail of the bird was in plain sight.

He could lie and say it was a tattoo. That he thought bluejays were cool. He could say so many things.

He didn't need to say any of those lies.

The woman put the binder back on the table and rolled up the sleeve of her sensible white shirt, on the same arm he had his mark. He knew what he would see, what he could see, but it didn't prepare him to the sight of the same bluejay shape blacked out.

"I cried for you. I felt you die."

Her eyes were haunted with memories. What could he say? What could he explain?

"I should have looked harder for you." She narrowed her eyes. "I knew I could still sense you, but I didn't want to hope..." She trailed off, biting her lip.

"It's okay. People shouldn't be running around chasing ghosts." He understood her. Really. Holding hope for the impossible could be dangerous.

The woman smiled at his words, truly smiled, amusement morphing her expression like the turning of a page. She sat back down and extended her hand.

"Jasmine Fenton. Professional ghost hunter. Or was." She rolled her eyes. "I was taking a break now, actually."

Jason tried to gauge if she was joking. But she was completely serious.

Huh.

"Jason Todd." He shook her hand anyway, barely stopping when the electric current made an appearance again.

"Like the dead socialite?"

She did her homework.

"Yeah." It was his time to be amused. "Just like him."

He smiled back at her, and it felt right. Like coming back for air after being underwater for too long. Like feeling the sun warming your skin for the first time after a long winter.

He always found the soulmate talk boring, and in his darkest hours, pathetic. He would never experience that, and romance was for those that could afford it, so why care?

But now, touching her, seeing her smile and her teal eyes that hid many secrets, Jason decided that those people were very off about their descriptions - and very right at the same time.

So he just ignored everything he thought he knew about soulmates and tried to remember if he had the rest of his day free, since he apparently had a soulmate to get to know.

---

Hate the ending, might rewrite it.

Bone apple teeth.

Also I hc Jason as aspec if it wasn't obvious here.

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[arendaes]

I FINISHED IT

Thoughts below cut because of spoilers. I'll get this over with first though - I didn't hate it, in fact right now it's sitting at a solid 7/10. Warning that this got long because as I said...I got a lot to say.

Biggest takeaway is it gets MUCH better in the last act of game. The writing in the beginning was rough but I definitely thought it was worth sticking it out for.

The main plot is...not great. It suffers from the same thing Inquisition did, which is that two out of our three main villains are just mid. Mid writing, mid combat, mid designs (ok Ghilan'nain was decent but Elgar'nan? Bleh.) It made the stakes easy to forget and not care about. I do like how one plotline was handled, though, which I'll get to in a minute (you know who it is.)

The companions took a moment to grow on me, but they did grow on me. By the end I did really care about all of them. Davrin, Emmrich, and Neve are probably my top three, but due to certain choices I made in the endgame, both Harding and Bellara are up there too.

Like I said the last act was the best - the conclusion of all the companions' personal quests were satisfying (to varying degrees), and certain choices in the endgame gutted me in the best possible way.

Which brings me to Solas - maybe hot take, but I thoroughly enjoyed him as a villain. Scenes with him were definitely some of the high points of the game, and that ending.

"I am a fool...who has finally met his match" I am rattling at the bars of my cage. This is absolutely what I was hoping for.

Leading us to Rook. I loved Chiara, she felt alive in a way my Inquisitors never really have. Are there a few things I'm headcanoning differently? Yes. But overall she's only beaten by my Warden for favorite Dragon Age PC.

The factions were a mixed bag. I loved the Mourn Watch, especially as a Mourn Watch Rook. The Grey Wardens were also amazing - I loved all the content with them. The Shadow Dragons were also cool; I'm always down for freedom fighters, and I loved seeing Dorian and Maevaris. Veil Jumpers and Lords of Fortune didn't leave much of an impression on me, and I share a lot of other people's grievances about the Crows.

Now, what they did to Dragon Age's lore is where my opinion sours a bit. To me, it definitely feels like a soft reset for the setting - they've wrapped up all these loose ends in the worst possible way they could have. Having everything relate back to the Evanuris was a mistake, imo, and things like the Blight and the Titans, as well Andrastism (which took a MAJOR backseat in this game omg) should've remained their own thing. To say nothing of them deciding to have southern Thedas decimated by the Blight off-screen. Right now I'm wondering what else there is for these games to even be about now, and that post-credits scene did not exactly spark hope.

One thing that deserves its own bullet point - Bioware continues to absolutely fumble the Qunari. At this point I don't know if they even know how to write them without being cartoonishly problematic about it. Whoever thought the Antaam were a good idea - especially those designs - need to be hit over the head. Proverbially, of course.

OH! I don't think the Inquisitor was necessary either. We don't need to see our previous character each game. If there's another Dragon Age game, please let Rook stay home. They deserve to retire after this.

When it comes to things like combat and puzzles, I'm definitely not the person to look to for complex critique. I enjoyed them, but I also acknowledge that those mechanics did seem simple and repetitive. I'll definitely take turn-based, tactical combat any day of the week, but I had fun with what it was.

Speaking of mechanics, I do want to call out a couple smaller things I think the game did well. I liked the wardrobe and transmog system - though, as always, the clothes and armors could've used improvement. I also loved that it was so easy to respec and try out new builds. And the inventory system! Absolutely loved that I don't have to shift through a bunch of junk to find things my OC and companions could use - having items set to Rook or a particular companion and finding upgrades to them is definitely a great way to handle it.

The levels were big and beautiful, but I kept getting turned around, and the map markers ranged from "generally helpful" to "how the hell do I get over there?"

I enjoyed the art style, personally, I don't have any real gripes with it.

Anyways, like I said, overall I give it a 7 out of 10. Sure, once the "just finished the game" high wears off I might lower it to a 6/10, but I don't see it going lower. There was ultimately more I enjoyed then didn't. And now I'll be daydreaming about Chiara and Davrin living happily ever after, going on adventures with their griffon son.

[mins-fins]

caramel mocha? — sung hanbin

hanbin, calm and collected overconfident hanbin is freaking out at one in the morning over something so small.

tags :: sung hanbin x m!reader , i love night imagines omg , his inner barista comes out , reader is older than hanbin , i swear this is important , that awkward moment when your in love with your groupmate 🤣 , so silly , tension!!! , hehe , i'm so in love with this man

"you have got to be kidding me".

y/n, being the insomniac he is, jolted up at one in the morning for absolutely no reason and now could no longer go back to sleep. he decided water was his only escape.

so you can imagine his shock when he catches sung hanbin, the same sung hanbin who drilled into gunwook and yujin's head that they should go to sleep early and set alarms at the exactly correct time, awake in the kitchen aggressively stirring a cup of coffee.

y/n sighs, is this what he signed up for when he became a member of this group?

"hanbin".

"hi y/n" he greets with his signature smile, but his expression doesn't match his actions, as he now begins stirring faster, and even more aggressively.

"why won't it—"

"hanbin why are you awake?" y/n immediately asks, skipping all the small talk they were supposed to have or something. he rubs his eyes, seriously sleep deprived.

"it's nothing bad" hanbin responds, a bold faced lie. "i just wanted coffee, that's all".

"first of all, coffee at one in the morning and at all is pretty unhealthy for you" y/n points out, grabbing a glass so he could get his water. "and second of all, your a horrible liar".

"don't say that" hanbin spits back. "your making me doubt my own lying skills" his voice suddenly lowers, as if he's actually upset.

"you didn't answer my question".

"i did".

"no you didn't, you lied".

y/n is right, and hanbin knows that, he just knows him too well.

"how would you know?"

"because it's so obvious" y/n sighs, placing his now empty glass in the sink. "tell me the truth".

hanbin looks like he wants to, then he hesitates, then he looks like he wants to again. "i— it's embarrassing, i don't wanna say".

"i think whatever your about to say, i've probably heard much worse" y/n states, clearing his throat.

still, hanbin feels embarrassed, he looks back down towards his cup of coffee and sighs. "i feel nervous, about the showcase tomorrow and, god— it's embarrassing why am i even talking about this".

"embarrassing?" y/n inquires, and hanbin wants to punch him because of how casually he asks that. "trust and believe, hanbin, there's definitely been much worse, it took me almost two hours to get gyuvin to go to sleep".

hanbin remembers, that wasn't that long ago, gyuvin was complaining about not wanting to go to sleep at 9 pm, but as soon as y/n brought up the debut showcase, specifically a certain part of their debut song, gyuvin ran to his room and was asleep in seconds.

manipulation at it's finest.

hanbin smiles as he remembers that thought, but his smile fades when he hears y/n laugh, instead feeling his face go completely red.

"your nervous about debuting?"

"i guess" hanbin mutters, staring at the cup of coffee before him. "i mean— i usually don't feel like this at all, but for some reason since it's the night before now i feel even more nervous than i'm supposed to so—"

and then hanbin begins rambling, he doesn't remember the last time he ever rambled like this, not even to matthew, and y/n simply listens to every single thing he says.

it's like he's not missing a word, with the way he's staring at hanbin, so intensely but also not. his eyes are simply so pretty, hanbin thinks.

hanbin originally thinks that the room is just hot, they're in july! it's hot! that's why his face is heating up at this rapid rate, not because of y/n and how hard he's staring at him.

"oh god" hanbin covers his face with his hands, face getting even redder. "i was rambling wasn't i? i'm sorry, you know, it's the night before debut and i honestly just feel super overwhelmed—"

"you don't have to apologize" y/n cuts into his sentence, giving a small smile which makes hanbin's heart melt.

"i know.." he mumbles. "i just feel like i have to".

y/n gives a soft chuckle, shaking his head. "your stupid".

"hey!" hanbin yells, though softly due to mostly everyone being asleep. "don't call me stupid, i'm your leader".

"your still younger" the older says. "i don't care, i can tell you what to do".

"oh screw you y/n".

somehow, hanbin is still continuing with his coffee making, and he looks to y/n for a moment. "y/n what flavor should i make?"

"what?"

"tell me what flavor i should make" hanbin repeats, but this time he isn't asking. "caramel or mocha?"

"your seriously asking me about coffee flavors at one in the morning when we debut in four hours?"

"yes y/n, now tell me which flavor".

y/n blinks, rolling his eyes at how demanding hanbin had gotten in the span of a second. "just do caramel".

"but it doesn't taste that good at one am".

"so why did you ask me then?" y/n grits his teeth, annoyed by how dumb hanbin was acting.

"to get an opinion".

y/n scoffs, muttering a small "stupid.." under his breath, though a soft smile comes to his face. he hears hanbin give a small giggle, stirring his coffee even harder.

"y/n try this for me".

"i'm sorry?" he responds, and hanbin looks at him like he's crazy. "you want me to try your coffee?"

"yes".

"i don't like coffee".

hanbin rolls his eyes. "just try it, y/n, it's not like i'm forcing you to drink it or anything".

y/n narrows his eyes at the younger, whose simply playing with his spoon. he sighs and moves closer, pausing when he sees hanbin holding the spoon.

"what? are you gonna feed it to me?"

"you mean you don't want me to?" hanbin questions, a small smile coming to his face as he sees y/n's still deadpanned expression. "i'm doing you a favor".

"do you think i can't pick up a spoon?"

"will you let me feed you or not?" he retorts, now getting annoyed by y/n's constant questions. he just wants y/n to try the coffee, not because he totally wants to feed him or anything, of course not!

y/n sighs, inching closer. hanbin stares for a moment, feeling his face heat up as he notices how close he is.

KEEP. YOURSELF. TOGETHER. SUNG HANBIN.

his aggressive thoughts don't mirror his actions, fortunately, as he slides the spoon into y/n's mouth, he watches as he blinks, scrunching his nose at what he's tasting.

hanbin feels his breath get caught in his throat. he's going crazy in his head right now, he doesn't know how he keeps himself together.

or why he continues staring at y/n's lips..

"it's.." y/n begins, blinking as he scours his mind for the correct word to describe the taste. "okay".

"okay?"

"i told you, i don't like coffee" y/n states, shrugging as he's completely oblivious to how much hanbin is freaking out inside. "that should be considered a compliment".

hanbin narrows his eyes, but he laughs. y/n is simply so.. casual, hanbin loves him it for some reason, y/n laughs again.

he has such a pretty smile..hanbin thinks in his sleep deprived mind, staring at y/n with crazily enamored eyes.

"alright leader-nim" y/n begins teasingly, he's been calling hanbin that ever since his actual announcement as leader, but he never says it seriously. "it's time to go to sleep".

"no it's not".

y/n's face immediately drops, and he rolls his eyes. he doesn't care, he immediately grabs hanbin's arm and begins dragging him away from the kitchen, making the younger yelp at the sudden action.

"y/n! i don't want to go to sleep, i still have to drink my coffee".

"you are not drinking coffee at one am when you have a debut showcase at five am".

hanbin feels like a little kid being dragged back to bed by his mother, he doesn't want to sleep, because he can't, but he knows y/n is tired.

"y/n—"

"hanbin! your going to sleep! end of story!" y/n yells, staring at hanbin with that same deadpanned gaze.

"i'm not letting you be sleep deprived, i care about you, stupid.." y/n mutters the last part under his breath, not knowing hanbin caught it, and not knowing how red his face is.

"fine, i'll go to sleep, but—"

"but?"

hanbin eyes flicker down to the floor, and his face goes even more red. "can i sleep in your room?"

y/n gives a small chuckle. "did you have to ask?"

"yes, cause then you'd make fun of me".

"just let me take you to sleep, stupid".

hanbin gladly let him.

AUTHORS NOTE — i died then was resurrected then died again whilst writing this 😭 this is a filler because i still need to finish the matthew imagine that's been in my drafts for days my lord.. TY TO THE ZUMBLR DISCORD FOR ENCOURAGING ME TO FINISH THIS ILY ALL!!!

[strangerthings4theories]

Honestly, I truly believe, amongst all the other batshit theories that everyone has made about Season 4, that there was supposed to be more about the Russian prison in Kamchatka but for some reason, whether COVID-19 related or not, they couldn't do it.

You pointed out that the part of that prison we see in Season 3 doesn't match & never matches with the ones we see in see in Season 4.

All of this never comes back & there is no explanation why. And what we saw in Season 4 & what it made it out to be was so small compared to what we see here... I even find it hard to believe that even with the amount of power the Upside Down has, including it's creatures, it was able to take down an entire facility of that size especially since it seemed like the creatures where locked only in a specific place. (And again, given the rules of ST, there should have been a gate open in Russia for a long period of time, for what they were doing to work but this is never brought up at any point...)

Hopper couldn't have possibly been the American because we saw in Season 4 that he was somewhere else before getting to this specific base & he never goes to that specific part of the prison. It wouldn't make sense for him to be there, go somewhere else then come back. Plus we don't get any real reason why he wasn't given to the Demogorgon during that Season 3 scene.

Whether it was Billy or someone else, this just doesn't make any sense that there wasn't supposed to be more to it.

I'm choosing to be optimistic here but since we barely know how the Russians know about the UD & what they want to do with it, including the logistics of how they were able to pull off what they pulled off in S3, I'm thinking that we are going to go back to it in Season 5 because if not, this is the weirdest & most incoherent side plot in history.

No no you're totally right though. And I'm glad someone else feels this way.

The Russia plotline still doesn't make sense to me. Not in the slightest. I'd go so far as to say I'm not sure why the story even went to Russia. Absolutely nothing happened there to justify the setting. Hopper didn't need a Big Damn Hero moment because he's already had several, and everyone knew Hopper and Joyce would get together. There were no surprises, no revelations that made me think, "Omg this is why the story took us here." It was actually... um... pretty boring???

As someone who's gone over S1-3 with a fine toothed comb, that was a genuinely shocking thing to see. With every other plotline in the show, I've been able to say, "Oh this is what they were trying to accomplish with that." Not so with Russia. It's a mess that doesn't really achieve anything narratively or thematically.

And it just happens to be the plotline that, up until the last two episodes of S4, seemed to be prepping us for Billy's return.

Hell, even episode 8 went in that direction at first. When Hopper found the adolescent Demogorgon writhing in pain on an operating table, I legit freaked out! It was the perfect foreshadowing for him finding Billy - the teenage boy who's been written off as a monster, but actually deserves our compassion. Seriously, I couldn't have written it better.

And then we got... nothing? Nothing at all?

Lol nahhhhhh. Shit ain't right. I'd sooner believe they got screwed over because the pandemic took away their access to Dacre.

[katsukikitten]

@meggsngrits thank you for using our services your date is excited to see you.

When we received your profile we knew the exact match for you! This has gotta be the easiest date we’ve ever set up!

Kunigami was over the moon when he saw that you were interested in his profile and asked us to help book a date right away. Of course we thought a nice quiet dinner would be nice! However Kunigami goes the extra mile and asks for your number early so he can invite you to a friendly match at the start of his football season! You of course agree, just remember what happens next is out of our hands!

You're feeling good! The day is warm but not overly so, prompting you to wear your ripped jeans, fishnets underneath (that drive Kuni crazy!) and an old band tee.

Kunigami got you a good seat so you could see him score, you're practically on the field babes and he's looking up at you every chance he gets! His team is up by three and he's ecstatic you get to see it.

Running down the field and in the zone when he launches a ball for one of his signature long shots really trying to impress you (as if he has to!) But the ball doesn't go into the goal, it hits a player and ricochets right off of them sending the ball into the stands.

Hitting you right in the face (babes omg are you okay?!) It stings, it really fucking stings and your glasses don't help matters. Immediately Kunigami is sprinting for the stands. Climbing the wall with ease and pushing people out of the way to get a better look at you. His heart falls to his feet, he's broken your glasses and there's a bit of the stitching imprinted into your pretty face.

He scoops you princess style and makes his way to the belly of the stadium where he can sit you down in the trainer’s room and get a better look at you.

He looks like he could cry himself as he gently takes your glasses off your face. Cradling them to his chest before he sets them down and leans in. Gently pressing kisses to your redden cheeks before he grabs an ice pack. Holding it there for a long time.

“I'm sorry.” He repeats over and over again but after a few minutes (and really trying to stop your couple of tears) you wave his apologies away.

“It's okay. You didn't do it on purpose.” Patting his sweaty shoulder.

“But your glasses and our date tomorrow!”

“I have a backup pair. It's fine those aren't my super cute frames anyway.” You giggle as you add a little mischievously, “Besides now you can be my in-home nurse for our date tomorrow.”

[turtletimewriting]

Omg omg can you do number 8 with Lee Donnie and Ler Leo? I know Donnie’s the one who speaks logically and all but I think it would be hilarious if Leo used that line to tease Donnie for the way Don usually talks logically and scientifically lolll. You don’t have to ofc! Have a great day :)))

Hells yeah I can! I read it and genuinely thought of it being a Ler Leo so this was fun to write!

“Why are you embarrassed to admit that you’re ticklish?? It’s a perfectly natural physiological response. The nerve endings in your skin are supposed to send alerts to the brain that trigger a response of laughter”

Here's the prompt list if you want to suggest stuff! Would love to write some more. This prompt list is so interesting!!

Here's the previous prompt I was given if you're interested.

Listen this is kinda a weird set up for this prompt but hey ho. I wrote it. Sorry for the long wait!!

_._._

Leo took his role as the gang's doctor very seriously. From kissing booboos when he was a little kid to using Donnie to illegally download medical textbooks, he took a great pride in making sure he could look after his family no matter what happened to them. This was all made difficult considering they didn't match the anatomy of the bodies in the textbooks but that just meant he got to carry a cool clipboard of all his brother's notes. In all his years as Dr Leon, he knew how to handle anything.

Including if his brother was an idiot and dropped an entire tank engine on to his foot.

He had never made a cast and he was trying to hide how excited he was to finally try this out, but by Donnie's deadpan death glare, he probably wasn't succeeding.

"Okay, so it should be fully set?" He asked as he tapped against the firm plaster. It felt pretty solid. God if he managed to do this on his first try then he's truly an untouchable god.

"Am I meant to have my compression sock still on under the cast?"

Uh oh. Oh no. Was it? Was that okay? Will the sock like mess up his foot some more. The cast has already set!

"Uhhhhh..."

"Leo!" He cried out.

"What! I don't know how to do this! They don't exactly make books like 'oh here's how to make your own leg cast to magically cure broken legs'!"

"Literally yes they do!"

"Uhh, maybe we can just pull it out?"

"From under the cast!" Donnie yelled with too much attitude for someone who could've spoken up earlier.

"Yeah? I should be able to get like... a chopstick under the cast and use that to poke it out?" He immediately launched up from sitting by Donnie to raid the kitchen. He snatched a butter knife, a chopstick and Splinter's back scratcher. One of them had to help? Right? Please let this work because Donnie will literally never let him live this down if he doesn't.

"You're serious!"

"Yes!" Leo yelled out louder to assert dominance, "Are you helping me or not!"

He grabbed the chopstick and stuck it into the top of the cast where his toes were sticking out.

"AH! Some waharning please!" Donnie flinched like he had been electrocuted.

"Warning, I need to dig out your dumb dumb sock," Leo snapped.

He could feel the sock there. This very tiny slight resistance when pushing the stick in. With some wriggling he managed to feel the sock to catch. It was slowly starting to be pushed down. Maybe he can push it down, there would be no way to pull it out even though it would easier to go out that way. Oh well, whatever works at this point. He went to hand Donnie the butter knife so he could help but stopped.

Donnie looked tense as all hell. Like if he relaxed even a tiny part for a single second then he'd explode. He was biting his lip violently. Banging his fist into the chair.

"Uhh, you okay there hermano?"

"Just get this over!" Donnie growled. He jolted forward as if to stop him.

"Are you okay?" Leo withdraw the stick, if this was hurting him then they'd all just have to deal with his sock being trapped.

"doN'T REMOVE IT!" Donnie shrieked, throwing his head back.

Leo panicked and stopped everything. "What's going on!" He asked not at all hysterically.

"Nothing!" Donnie shrieked like a sea gull.

"Okay????" Leo slowly pushed the sock down further while making direct eye contact. Donnie jolted again with a harsh shiver down his back. His leg twitched wildly under his soft grip. "Don! If this is hurting then just say! None of this is a big deal." Probably.

"No..." Donnie looked completely beyond embarrassed.

Like the time he had found Donnie talking to the computer chip he was working on. More embarrassed than the time he found the self insert slash atomic lass fanfiction.

"Bro?" He asked, starting to feel his stomach flop in worry.

"It's nothing!"

"It's clearly not nothing!"

"It's not a big deaAH!"

"See it's a big deal!"

"Don't move it!"

"Then what's the problem!" Leo yelped, they were practically screaming at each other. It was a sheer miracle that none of the others had come in to investigate. But then again, this is usually how their bonding went.

"It tickles, okay!" Donnie shouted to the heavens.

Oh thank god. Leo could actually feel himself go boneless with relief. "Oh, that's it?" He grabbed the stick and now violently poke the stick further into the cast to push his sock out. "Why are you embarrassed to admit that you’re ticklish?? It’s a perfectly natural physiological response. The nerve endings in your skin are supposed to send alerts to the brain that trigger a response of laughter."

Donnie was back to pounding the chair. "stOP TALKING ABOUT IT!"

"It's a natural response. Society will tell you that you'll grow out of it but it's just a physiological reaction-"

"AAAAH! Stop dohoing it! Go slower! AH. AHAH."

"-There's no shame or embarrassment. Everyone's a little ticklish. It's all okay."

"Stop! Stop! Stohop talking about it!"

But just like the older brother he was (which he is, thank you very much, ignore all propaganda otherwise), he had sensed weakness. And that sock was very tricky. He totally needed to wiggle the chopstick from side to side. To make sure all the sock was being pushed down.

Donnie bite into his wrist.

"As a doctor, I can tell you in full confidence that it's perfectly natural to be ticklish. Healthy, even! I've had a few ticklish patients in my day." He carefully and slowly drew the stick back up. "You might find it better to laugh. There's no judgement here."

Now he was just waiting for Donnie to break and by the bright shade of neon red he was turning, it wouldn't be much longer until he did.

"I didn't even realise you were still ticklish. I can note that on your file so that I know in future to be gentle when handling sensitive areas. I guess it would make sense you're still ticklish. And your feet were always a bad spot, weren't they. Well, it's all okay."

"AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAA!" Finally Donnie cackled. His head thrown back with the sheer power of the crawling tickle under his cast. The feeling of his sock slipping down somehow making it feel more embarrassing. The tingles left by the stick lingering and building all over the top of each other. A tickle that wouldn't fade. He couldn't even scratch it away since there was a stupid dumb dumb cast in the way.

"It's perfectly natural. Now sit still," Leo teased with the smuggest of grins.

[thawthebeez]

on today's episode of What the Hell is Tumblr Use Thawthebeez Going Crazy Insane About?

PROMISES IN HAIKYUU

specifically this one:

you know the one. the good ol' "I don't care how shitty the toss is, if it's sent my way, I'll hit it" said by none other than Hinata "I keep my promises" Shouyou.

now, in the midst of my monthly season 4 rewatch, i was reminded of the super tense points at the end of the Inarizaki vs. Karasuno match, including the one where Hinata uses his foot to score a point, which isn't the first time he's done it, but i'll be using it as my prime example anyway because i feel like the mood is less "omg he used his foot to score how crazy is that" and rather more of a "HEY GUYS LOOK AT THE CRAZY INSANE BOND BETWEEN THESE TWO CHARACTERS"

Let us begin.

Alrighty so we've got ourselves a pretty sticky situation here. The scores are tied 25-all, and letting Inarizaki get the point would just put the pressure back on Karasuno so it's best to avoid that. They're all getting pretty tired, it's taking more energy to get to places, reactions are delayed, all that.

So, Kageyama goes to set the ball and...

It kinda flops. Unfortunate, yes.

and To Be Fair, if this was ANY OTHER GUY this would have been a point lost for Karasuno. Easy. Literally no questioning that. If this was a toss to Tsukishima or Tanaka or Asahi or LITERALLY ANYONE ELSE, that ball would have dropped.

but it doesn't.

Because it's Hinata, that ball stays in play. Hinata picks it up anyway because this is a toss for HIM. Not getting it up would be breaking a promise.

now, a promise like this isn't too insane, but the timing of which it's made IS. that promise is made just after Tsukishima airs out all of Kageyama's dirty laundry from his middle school days, talking about the whole "no one was there" thing (which leads into the "no one was there" / "i'm here" interaction that literally make me explode every single time without fail).

to paraphrase in a Very Normal way: "my tosses were too fast and demanded too much and so the ball just dropped and that was the most traumatic thing to ever happen in my life second to my grandpa dying" followed by "okay Cool. whatever. I literally do not care actually (soz abt ur grandpa tho </3). you could set the ball to the other side of the school and as long as it was addressed to me i'll get it. i do not care. just toss to me pls i beg" and that's that. boom. promise made. will never be broken. ever.

And then there is, of course, the other promise that is "One day I'll win and stay on the court the longest" that gets established in the first episode and is KEPT and just. ugh. i love how this show establishes promises and no matter how crazy they may seem they're always kept.

I'm also just really normal about the way kghn exist and function in General. i swear everything they do is so insane to me THEY ARE INSANE. like the way their relationship is built on a foundation of trust that never even needed to be there in the first place, and the way that they've kept age old promises (like the one i mentioned in the previous paragraph and the fact that it took TEN YEARS for Hinata to finally make up on it), and the way they keep count of all their little competitions, and the way Hinata has always accepted Kageyama for who he is, flaws and all, and the way that Kageyama made a toss for Hinata that would let him fly as high as he wanted to (whenever i get to that part where they mention that most tosses are "setter sets and spiker meets that height" but point out that Hinata and Kageyama's attacks are always "spiker jumps and setter tosses to meet that height" I GO ABSOLUTELY WILD EVERY SINGLE TIME) OUGH i am so so so normal.

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A goth love story: The love story of Damian, Rhea and I (chapters 1-12)

Chapter 1-a nerve-wracking day.

5/04/2026

I'm at Chicago's O'Hare airport, waiting for my Uber. Tomorrow is my WWE debut. I'm a wreck of emotions: homesick, nervous and excited. I do a quick check of my suitcase (again!), making sure I have everything. After that, I get into my Uber and head to my hotel, ready to see what tomorrow brings.

Chapter 2-my debut

5/05/2026

It's midnight on the day of my debut. I'm so nervous, I can't sleep. I go to the gym and get my routine started. My routine is modified, because of my disability. I get on the treadmill,and then I lift weights and do some yoga. After that, I go and get some breakfast and coffee. I go back to my hotel, shower, put on my ring gear and do my hair and makeup. Then I got into an Uber to head to the stadium.

Chapter 3-What the fuck just happened?

As soon as I enter the stadium, the whole roster just freezes. Then I hear two familiar voices say, "Damn she's so fine!!" It's Damian Priest and Rhea Ripley. They approach me and I freeze. These are my celebrity crushes and idols. I try to introduce myself, but Damian stops me. "Stop right there. We know who you are. We've been waiting for you." Suddenly, I'm pinned against the wall and feel a pair of lips on mine. Those are Rhea's lips. When they said that they were waiting for me, this wasn't what I was expecting. I thought that they were going to beat me up. After a few minutes, Rhea ends the kiss. "Good luck tonight. I'll be watching." My bisexual panic sets in as Damian approaches. He puts his lips on mine and kisses me. After a few minutes, he ends the kiss. "Good luck tonight. Like Rhea said, we'll be watching." Still shocked, I head to my dressing room to talk to my dad before my match. "Hi dad." I said. "Hi sweetie. I just wanted to wish you good luck tonight... Are you ok? You're bright red but you also look like you've just seen a ghost." He says. "I think I'm in love. Damian priest and Rhea Ripley just ambushed me and kissed me." I end the call and head out to the ring.

Chapter 4-what the fuck just happened part 2

I head out to the ring and sure enough Damian and Rhea are watching. Rhea winks at me. For some reason, Damian has a leather jacket in his hand. I ignore them. I don't need any distractions tonight including them. My opponent is Zelina Vega. She's not gonna stop me. I'm invincible. The match is a long one but I come out on top. After my match, Adam Pearce, Damian and Rhea enter the ring. They are all handed microphones. "Wheelchair Warrior, I'm impressed. I have the perfect opportunity for you. Damian, you can take it from here." Adam says. "The team of terror has been looking for a new member for a while. We tried everyone we could think of. After trying half of the roster, Adam told us that there was a special talent coming out of NXT. We were skeptical at first, but you've impressed us. So wheelchair warrior, will you please be the third member of the team of terror?" Damian says. "Yes, definitely!!! I can't wait to work with you guys more closely." Damian hands me the leather jacket. "Put it on. You've earned it" I put it on. It fits perfectly. I get out of the ring and head backstage. Damian and Rhea follow suit.

Chapter 5-falling for Rhea and Damian

5/10/2026

Now that I'm part of their faction, Rhea, Damian and I have to travel together. I meet them at the gate of the airport. Next stop:Des Moines, IA. We boarded the plane and easily found our row. "You're in the middle." Damian says to me. Ahh! (Bisexual panic setting in!) I'm in between the two hottest people on the roster! This is a fucking dream come true! We sit down and Rhea says to me:"Has anyone told you that you look absolutely gorgeous today?" I blush. "Thanks, Rhea. You look absolutely gorgeous today too." Damian starts talking to me, but I can't focus. All I can focus on is how sexy they both are. (Damian's eyes and Rhea's hair, OMG!) I can't help myself. "Sorry Damian, what did you say?" " I asked if we could learn more about you." I tell them everything I can think of. How I got into wrestling in the first place, about my childhood,etc. Before I know it, we land. We get our bags and Damian says, "Here's the plan. We're going to go to our hotel and unpack, and then we're going to meet up for dinner." Rhea and I say, "Ok." When we got to the hotel, Rhea and I found out that we were sharing a room. (Don't worry, it was a room with 2 beds.) "Awesome, that means more bonding time with my new teammate." Rhea says. We quickly unpack and meet Damian downstairs and head to dinner. "You guys ready to go? He asks. "Yeah let's go." Rhea says. When we're in the Uber, Damian says, "Rhea and I have already picked the restaurant. We didn't know what you liked." We go to a nice Italian restaurant. We get seated immediately. Before the waiter comes, Rhea says, "Damian and I chose this place because we have something special to ask you." Then they say," Will you be our girlfriend?" I'm shocked. "Wait a minute. Our girlfriend? You guys are dating and you're polyamourous?" "Yeah, we've been looking for another romantic partner for months now, and you're a perfect fit." Damian says. " So what do you think? Will you be our girlfriend?" Rhea asks. " Yes!" I said excitedly. We finish dinner and go back to the hotel. When we got back to the hotel, Rhea decides to have an impromptu make out session. She grabs the collar of my shirt and very seductively says," Come here, Mami." (Excuse me? Did she just call me Mami? Aren't I the one who's supposed to call her that?). She pins me up against the closet. We're so close that I can feel her heartbeat and see the spark in her eyes. Then she kisses me and I freeze. She's gorgeous and such a good kisser. After thirty minutes, she carries me to the bed. I fall asleep immediately. I feel a finger on my face as she moves my hair out of my face. "Goodnight, Mami." she says. She eventually falls asleep next to me.

Chapter 6-Our first gym session and event as a throuple.

5/12/2026

When Rhea and I get up, we notice that we have the same text message from Damian:"Do my queens want to go to the gym with me?" Rhea and I both reply,"Yes." Then we get ready to go. I just put on a sports bra and some sweats. After we finish getting ready, Rhea and I wait for Damian downstairs. When Damian gets downstairs, he looks at me and says, "When we get to the stadium, I need your leather jacket." I'm a little suspicious, but I say,"Okay." He kisses me on the cheek. We go to the gym for a few hours. After that, we go back to the hotel, shower and put on our ring gear. When I get out of the shower, Rhea says, "I left a surprise for you on the bed." I look at the bed. It's a new set of ring gear. It's purple and black with a little bit of white. "You and Damian want me to wear this in the ring?" I ask. "Yeah. Why not? You'll look super sexy in it." I very hesitantly put it on. I turn around to show Rhea. "See? Super sexy, like I said." She says. I blush. We go downstairs to meet up with Damian. Rhea immediately has a question for Damian. She points to me and asks, "How sexy does she look, Damian?" He has the best answer. "You look absolutely breathtaking!" I blush again. I wasn't expecting that answer. We get into the Uber and headed to the stadium. When we get to the stadium, I hand Damian my leather jacket. He thanks me and turns to Rhea. "Show our beautiful girl the clubhouse. I'll be back." Rhea and I walk a little further down the hallway. She suddenly opens a door. It's a dressing room like mine, but about ten times bigger. "This is the clubhouse. It's got everything you can possibly think of. We don't spend much time in here, but when we do, it's a lot of fun." She shuts the door, and we meet up with Damian and head out to the ring for our promo. When we head out to the ring, I ask Damian for my leather jacket back. " Not yet, I need to use it for the promo." We get into the ring and are handed microphones. Rhea starts talking first. "As most of you may be aware, we have a new member of the WWE roster. As you may also be aware, Damian and I have been looking for a new team member for months now." Damian goes from there. "Rhea and I watched her debut match and were so impressed that we decided to make her a member of the team of terror. Please help us in welcoming the Wheelchair Warrior to the team." Damian then slips my leather jacket on. "Turn around." He says. I do, and the crowd goes crazy. I take it off, and Damian says, "Look at the back." I flip the jacket around. I see a skull patch that is black and purple. Underneath the skull, it says," Team of terror." I hold up the jacket, say,"All rise!!!" and leave the ring. Damian and Rhea follow suit, and we go backstage.

Chapter 7-My make out session with Damian. Rhea's championship reign begins.

When we get back to the clubhouse, Rhea gets ready for her match. She kisses both of us, then heads towards the stage to make her entrance. We hear Rhea's theme song play, and then Damian drags me towards the back of the clubhouse and pins me against the wall. He takes off his shirt and I forget how to breathe. "I'm glad you're wearing that ring gear. You look so sexy in it." He says. He kisses me. It's definitely the most passionate kiss I've ever had. Better than Rhea's even. "Rhea and I are lucky. We have the hottest woman on the roster by our side." He pulls me close to him and I can feel his heartbeat. His heart is racing. I look up at him. There's a spark in his eyes that I can't explain. Then the door opens and we separate. It's Rhea. She looks excited. Then I see why. She has the women's world title around her waist. She gives us a hug. "Babe, I didn't realize that this was a title match." I said. "I've been after Liv Morgan for weeks now. It was a falls count anywhere match. By the time we were done, she was in the back of an ambulance with a broken neck. Anyway, Damian and I have something to ask you. But first, he needs to put his shirt back on." She says, looking directly at Damian . He blushes. "No, let him keep his shirt off. You know as well as I do that he looks hotter with it off." I said. Damian keeps his shirt off. I sit down next to Rhea. Damian sits across from us. "Damian and I want to know if you'd be willing to move in with us. Our relationship dynamic isn't the same without you." Rhea says. "I have to agree with Rhea. We're sad without you." Damian says. I think about it for a minute and look at their faces. They truly seem sad. "Yeah, I'll move in with you guys. Just tell me when." I said. "Does 2 weeks from now work?" Damian says. " Yeah it should." "Ok great. We love you." Damian says. We leave the clubhouse, close the door, and leave the stadium.

Chapter 8-moving in with Damian and Rhea.

5/26/2026

It's moving day, but it's also the raw after king and queen of the ring. I get up early and make sure I have everything. I've pretty much packed my life into three suitcases. One contains my ring gear, clothes, makeup and toiletries. The second one is just for my books. The third one is for blankets and knickknacks. I grab my boarding passes, lock the door and leave the keys in the mailbox. Then I get into my Uber and head to the airport. I board my plane and quickly check my phone. There's a text from Damian: "We'll be waiting for you at the airport in Boston. See you soon ❤️" I shut my phone off and settle in for my flight. 2.5 hours later, I land. Sure enough, Damian and Rhea are waiting for me. They hug me. "There's our queen. How was your flight, babe?" Damian says. "It was ok, but I missed you guys." I pick up my bags and then Damian, Rhea and I head to the stadium. Once we were in the rental car, Damian asked, "Why do you have three bags?" I explain what each one has in it. We get to the stadium and head straight to the clubhouse. 5 minutes later, we hear a knock at the door. It's Adam Pearce. "Damian, ladies, I'm sorry to interrupt, but Zelina Vega has been injured and I need someone to replace her in her match against Bianca Belair. Would one of you ladies be able to replace her ?" Rhea and I look at each other for a second. "I'll do it, Adam." I said. "Ok great, I'll see you in about 30 minutes." I give Damian and Rhea each a kiss, and then head to the ring. My match with Bianca is a long one, and she is a perfect competitor, but I come out on top. I go back to the clubhouse to recover from the match. Damian is waiting by the door. "Hey beautiful, great match. I've got to deal with Finn. I'll be back." Rhea is sitting on the couch. I go over and sit next to her. "You should've seen Damian after you won. He was so excited. He had the biggest smile on his face." She puts her arm around me and we watch Damian's match together. We hear him berating Finn:"You were my brother. I loved you. But then you changed. What happened?" He's angry. As he should be. Finn betrayed him. Finn tries to execute his finisher , but Damian catches him and executes the South of heaven chokeslam and pins Finn. Damian comes backstage and says, "You ladies ready to go?" We link arms and leave the arena.

Chapter 9-moving in with Damian and Rhea part 2

We head to the airport and board our flight. We'll be there in a little over an hour. I sit down and Damian gives me a kiss. "Hey I'm proud of you. You know that right?" "Yeah of course I do." I said. "I'm proud of you too." Rhea says. She also gives me a kiss. Shortly after that, we land at JFK airport. We get our bags and get into our Uber. Damian says, "Hey, do you want to go to Times square?" Rhea and I both say, "No!!" Damian says,"Why not?" I set him straight. "First of all, babe it's two am. Rhea and I are tired. Second of all, we know how you are really feeling about your match with Finn, and you're trying to hide your feelings by wanting to do something fun." "Yeah, you're right. Let's just go home." We spend the next fifteen minutes of the Uber ride in complete silence. Pretty soon, Rhea says, "We're home , you guys." We get out of the Uber and Rhea unlocks the door. "Welcome home, babe. We love you." All three of us went to the bedroom and fell asleep.

Chapter 10-My fun day with Rhea. I have sex with both of them. 5/27/2026

When Rhea and I wake up, we can't find Damian anywhere. He's not in the bedroom, bathroom or living room. He's not in the kitchen either. Then Rhea finds a note on the kitchen counter:"Good morning, my beauties. I'm gonna be at the gym all day. Just need to clear my head after the match last night. I've left 2 bouquets of flowers and some tickets to a showing of Hamilton on our bedside table. I'll have a surprise waiting for you guys when you get home. Damian." He put the word surprise in quotation marks. " Why does he do that?" I ask Rhea. "Do what?" she asks. "Put the word surprise in quotation marks." I said. "Oh." She whispers in my ear, "It means that he wants sex." Holy crap. I shove my thoughts aside and leave with Rhea. I give her a kiss. "I love you." I said. "I love you too." She says. We immediately hail a cab and head to Broadway. Before we enter the theater, we turn off our phones. We enjoyed the show. After we leave the theater, Rhea checks her phone. "Damian's not going to be home for another hour. Do you want to go get some pizza or a hot dog? I'm starving." We decided on pizza.

Then we head home. Damian is waiting for us. "There are my queens. You guys ready? We're going to get freaky." He smiles and winks. Rhea literally drags me into the bedroom. She takes off my shirt, and starts to take off my bra, but suddenly stops. "Are you sure you want to do this, Mami?" I nod, but mostly out of nervousness. This is the first time that she, Damian and I have been intimate. She continues removing my bra. After my bra is off, she carries me to the bed. Damian is waiting. I'm so nervous. Rhea places me in the middle of the bed. She lays right next to me, whispering in my ear while Damian gets on top of me. Rhea caresses me as Damian penetrates me. I close my eyes, moan and fall into a state of euphoria. Damian goes deeper and Rhea keeps caressing me. My moaning gets louder and I climax. Rhea says, "OMG, you're so perfect Mami." I fall asleep in her arms.

Chapter 11-My first interview with Cathy Kelley.

5/30/2026

Damian, Rhea and I are in Atlanta for smackdown. We don't have a match or a promo today, so I don't get why we're here. " Why are we here again?" I ask Damian. "We're here because Cathy Kelley wants to interview you. You haven't done an interview since before the draft." He kisses me. It's a long, lingering kiss and I don't want it to end. But I know it has to. With both him and Rhea by my side, I head out to my interview. "Corey, Wade, I'm here with the wheelchair warrior. "What did your debut match against Zelina Vega feel like? What was going through your head?" Cathy asks me. "Well first of all, my first thought was "I can't do this." But I did it. I was super proud of myself. Then Damian says, "We were super proud of her too. That's why we made her a member of the team. We love our girl." He kisses my neck. Rhea does the same. "Thanks for your time." Cathy says. We head back to the clubhouse and finish watching the rest of smackdown.

Chapter 12-some special alone time with Damian

10:30 pm

I'm back at the hotel, getting out of my ring gear when I hear a knock at the door. "Come in." I say. It's Damian. "Don't bother getting out of your ring gear. I'm gonna take it off of you anyway." He says. He pins me against the wall, and starts kissing and biting my neck. "Why aren't you with Rhea tonight?" I ask. " Rhea got her alone time with me last night. It's your turn." He says. He unhooks my bra, and I can see the passion in his eyes. It's electric. He carries me to the bed, gets on top of me and says, "you are the best thing that's ever happened to me and Rhea. You know that,right?" "Of course I do. You guys are the best thing that's ever happened to me." As he takes my panties off, he caresses me and kisses me. I close my eyes and moan as he penetrates me. "I love you so much, babe." He says as he goes deeper. I moan louder and say, I love you too, papi." He runs his hands up and down my body. I shiver. Damian smiles . "You like that don't you?" I nod and then he does it again. I cry out passionately, and climax. I eventually fall asleep in his arms.

(Chapters 13-23 will be included in a separate post)

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pre-show (one shot)

omg hiiii its been a while since i wrote anything lmdksfkafs. have a one shot of my band RABIES. if you don't know who they are, check out their bio on the mtl oc wiki!

tw for vomit for anyone who's sensitive

The buzzing of the cheap lights dancing through the cramped, hot dressing room stresses Meilin out. She hasn’t put on setting spray yet and her makeup is melting. Even worse, it’s their first show since Chris had to be sent to the looney bin once again. She can feel her teeth grinding against each other, feeling small bits of bone crunching away and touching her warm tongue. Her tiny fists clenched, her long, stiletto nails, painted obsidian and crimson to match her outfit, digging through her soft flesh. Just by the humidity alone, Meilin could feel her hair frizzing up no matter how much product she added.

She has to share this room with six other assholes she calls her bandmates. “De History of Chessboxin’” by Wu-Tang Clan is blasting through the cheap Bluetooth speaker thanks to Ryan. Speaking of Ryan, he’s still in the middle of spraying half a can of that Got2b hair spray. His deathhawk nearly reaches the ceiling, almost looking as if he were some goth cockatoo. Meilin’s nose scrunches just by the overwhelming smell of the spray.

“Why the fuck is he always like this? It’s gon’ end up all messy and down once we’re done, damn…”

She sprayed a whiff of setting spray, flapping her hands around and praying to whatever phony deity that her makeup didn’t look messy. Her spiky buns stick out of her black locks, her bangs almost covering her slim monolid eyes. Her soulless eyes roam around to see what the others are doing.

To her left, June is putting on their contacts; red and black, almost reminding Meilin of a ladybug. The kid is nuts for putting them on last, considering that their Jazmin Bean-inspired makeup is already on and their hair is up. They look insect-like, hence why they’re also called “June-bug.”

Next to June is Eddie, adding the last bit of corpse paint on his face. The thin brush slides through his full lips, sliding down a bit to give that cracked, distorted look. His long locks are still tied in a braid; how does he manage to keep up with hair that reaches down to his ass? Ed-boy is shirtless, wearing cargo shorts, and has his earbuds on, probably listening to Mortician or Emperor. She couldn’t blame him, the guy keeps to himself all the time.

“Gotta ask him ‘bout his hair routine.”

Meilin could see in the far back Tony, the big guy of the group. He’s adding Elmer’s Glue to his hair while blow drying it, shaping up his liberty spikes. She’s surprised he isn’t dumb enough to use Gorilla Glue like that lady did to make her hair flat. His golden eyes glimmer through the little light provided by the room, his full lips pursed and nose slightly twitching in focus. T is shirtless as well, showing off that bara body of his. His plaid shorts look a bit tight on him, with a red bandana wrapped around his thick neck and spiked bracelets covering up his wrists. A big observation the singer made was that Big T did or did not take small glances at the drummer, looking at him for a bit longer than usual…

Meilin turns around and gets up from her vanity, walking towards the cooler to get out a canned cocktail. She sees Jayu, sitting on the cheap, gross couch tuning his Jackson Series Rhoads. He’s still wearing that mask (like he always does), but she can sense that he’s getting irritated. The short man wears a tank top, revealing his many old scars. Meilin can tell that it tells a thousand stories and, knowing his background and how shut-off he is, is not going to bother how he got them. His hands clench slightly, veins slowly forming on his beige skin.

“...”

The door barges open, making the remaining six swoop their heads at who it is. It’s Chris, the notorious schizophrenic DJ for the band, literally the most unpredictable person you’ll ever meet. His body, a bit bigger in terms of weight, stumbles and wiggles a bit. He smells like Purple Haze and Newports, but Fearless, if not everyone, can tell that he took something stronger.

“Nah… This motherfucker did not-”

“I wan’ hot chocolate… hrnnnnngkjdsfnkgj.”

Chris then projectile vomits onto the floor.

“BITCH.”

All hell breaks loose in the dressing room. So far, this is the most insane shit they’ve witnessed.

“EWWWWWWW!!!!” screeched June.

“Oh my fuckin’ lord.” deadpanned Eddie, his eyes wide open.

“GAHHH DAMN!!!” said Ryan. Literally everyone knows that he speaks in bold text.

Jayu puts his Rhoads to the side, getting up from the couch to help his “little brother.”

Meilin puts a hand on her forehead, sighing deeply.

“Chris, if you keep this shit up, we’re gon’ have no choice but send yo ass to rehab.” 

“Suck my dick,” he replies.

Before Meilin would smack the shit out of him, someone from the bar staff said that they have five minutes before showtime, instantly getting out from the intense smell of bile.

“Nerds Rope… Rosetta Stone…” the DJ slurs out. 

Everyone was confused about what the hell he was saying (were they ever), until Ryan pointed something out.

“Yo… Ay yo yo yo!! Where the fuck is my Nerds edible?! Chris!! Did yo fatass ate it?!”

Chris giggles the giggle of a dying hyena.

“Noooooooooooooo…..”

“You mothafucker… oooOOOOH I’MMA MOLLY WACK THE FUCK OUTTA YOU WORD TO MY FATHER-”

Before Ryan could jump Chris, he was instantly held back by Eddie and Tony. His face looks like a screeching banshee. He kept on hurling out threats using his Japanglish.

“Yo, yo! Yoshi! Calm the fuck down!! Get out, everyone!!!” Meilin screamed out.

Everyone but Chris and Jayu was ushered out by their fearless leader. Meimei watches as the lead guitarist kicks his legs up and screams out like the diva he is while being carried away by the bassist. She leans back against the door to the dressing room, being nosy as hell as to what the two are talking about..

“Yeongi, why did you eat that? You know we have a show tonight.” Jayu asked.

Woah. Meimei did not expect his voice to be that deep.

“Hrnnn… I was bored, hyung~” the younger replies, still slurring his words.

Jayu lets out a deep sigh.

“I’ll get you some tea after the show, but you’re going to have to pay me back. Understand?”

Fearless instantly got bored of their little conversation. She walks off to enter with the other guys. Ryan and Tony are having their lil’ homo moment, playfully smacking each other’s asses while Eddie is drumming his thighs with his sticks. June is taking selfies.

Not long later, the two men appeared. Chris still looks a bit fucked up, but that’s Chris.

“Alright motherfuckas… Get in a circle. It’s time to make this show the best we got, ya hear?!” Meilin booms out.

The gang cheers on, hearing the crowd chanting their name.

It’s showtime.