#... And i miss their birthday trend. Twice

[p-receh]

What do you like about sonic and bbb?

I love the found family in sonic and the mobian's designs :D, similarly to bbb i'm a sucker for element powers and its fun vibes

Eh? What do I like?

For sonic, his view of life that drives him for new adventures. He is truly a guy who's more of "Less talk, Act more" style.

His strong sense of what he did simply because he loves doing it. He's more keen towards the thrill of action while coincidentally also saving the world.

My journey finding this dude was... Kinda weird? It's started from Beijing Olympic. I absolutely had zero idea who were Mario and Sonic. I'm not kidding. I grew up in the generations when Sony dominated Indonesian market, especially when entering 2000 era. That alone you could tell what games I grew up with. Say the title and I know it.

Then wii came along on 2009, one of my cousin who was just moved from Papua invited me and others to play some games in his new home, including Beijing Olympic.

My first pick was Amy, simply because I love an energetic girl and pink is my favorite color (I want to pick Shadow but he's notoriously was a popular pick among the cousins and sometimes went debate at that time :/), even then she also got picked by someone and I think I remembered I choose Sonic as my last pick, simply cause he's blue lmao.

"Ah, he's kinda neat apparently". My first impression after using him. Then He became my favorite pick in winter olympic ver. But those games still not even getting my interest further

Until... Youtube.

It was so random cause I'm a bit bored to find something new and I just type whenever I want in search bar. What did I type? It's started with "S" and "O" letters and YouTube immediately recommended it with full of sonic 06s.

I kid you not, I honestly have no intention to connect with sonic, At. All. I even forgot about the Beijing moment since it happened last year.

"Sonic? Sonic?? Why that name does ring a bell—Oh he's from Olympic!" And since I was super bored, I gave this game a chance. See what's this all about.

Never knew that moment change my life because of it. It changed my view of games and my view of music as well 🙃

The moment I literally hooked myself to liking him was when he's down to serious and almost caught me off guard. His happy go attitude is secretly observant with his surrounding whenever he lowered his eyebrows. Along with his unusual deep tone somehow made my eyes wide opened. Either Eng part or Jp part, Jason or Roger, all the same.

That's when I instantly, "It settles! I'll stick to this series from now on!"

Gladly, my parents bought wii and they knew how I obsessed with Sonic, so the console was also packed with games such as Sonic Colors and Super Mario Galaxy 2.

I had a blast playing it even though high-speed-action genre is not my cup of tea(I'm more of Mario type). Cannot play now since the console was sold to someone else, but I still have the cd in case I buy wii myself in the future.

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For Boboiboy, what I like about this series is the fact one, the Muslim hijab girl treated with dignity and respect as a hero without loosing her religious norms with it's do's & don't's(that somehow marvel should take notes at :I).

Second, is simply cause I like Boboiboy's voice whenever he shouts his spells(And "Terbaik" was my second most repeated word after "Betul Betul Betul!" That triggered an annoyance within my family lol).

The journey to find him was... More or less in the same year as I started liking Sonic.

Same basic reason at first, this one I thought Boboiboy was under the production of Upin-Ipin (you know the twin bald characters wearing yellow and blue shirt respectively? And then later I find out that those two show were made by different production house :/), and I simply like the show cause it voiced by same VA(before she permanently voice Boboiboy onward).

I already liked the show but the moment I got the same hooked as Sonic was during the debut of Halilintar. Not because his design or personality, more so with the concept of "split" that broke my way of perceiving it.

"Wait so it's not just 'original with clones' now? Who's leading who? Why all of them indirectly create their own personality after Halilintar's incidents? Are those still Boboiboy? Where is he at that time?"

I already talked about this further in my previous ted talk btw.

I may too late rejoining to this series after all these years, but that's fine though!

They're not going anywhere and as long as people still love them, their spirit will never fade in the heart of their fans😉

[deada55]

kenzies vlog year 2 10 5 - shitting in my sisters car (not clickbait)

Kloktober day 5: use a self-insert/OC

Kenzie Explosion is one of the best ideas I've ever had. Enjoy.

"Hey, welcome to my channel, I'm Kenzie Explosion, now let's go shit in my sister's new car!"

Kenzie chattered at her phone in portrait mode, held with a perfectly straight arm. She walked lighter, so that a bounce wouldn't ruin her shot, and so her legs looked more graceful. The more she could show her new athleisure co-ords on camera, the better the sales on her new collab would be, and the higher her cut. Already, she was looking at a deal from Holas, a rising footwear giant that's gonna be huge in the spring. The more she could multitask, the better her job got.

She held the phone closer to her face (up close and personal with her “uncanny” green eyes; her nose was purposefully left unflattered and obvious)  as she approached to the black-and-silver colorshift Bentley until it was under her chin, staring at the red and white lights of the Mordhaus parking garage. Then, in a much-rehearsed bit of choreography, she slipped into the car and mounted the phone on an expertly pre-positioned kloktuplepod stand on the dashboard in one fluid motion.

"'Kay. Sorry about that. I hate how this parking lot fucking echoes. Ugh." She put her hands to her temples out of exasperation. "But this is my sister's car. Not sure why or how she got it... it's really her second car. Dad gave her something cooler for her sixteenth birthday, but it takes jet fuel or something and she wanted to be able to fill her car up at Wawas. She drove it like, maybe, twice so far?" Lyssa's sixteenth birthday party absorbed the tabeloids. Her birthday party inspired weddings, houses, funerals, formal fashion trends, and etiquitte around the world. The trends still haven't died: why wouldn't Kenzie bring it up?

"Oh, by the way... Make sure you save the date. October fourteenth. New seasonal treats at Duncan Hills. Seriously, you won't want to miss it. I didn't think I'd really be into a flavor combination that... meaty? If that makes sense?  But it kinda works. I'm a little obsessed. It makes that pumpkin stuff sound fucking nasty. Seriously. I'm hooked on it. October fourteenth. Make sure you figure out what I'm talking about." She undid and redid her ponytail towards the end of the plug. "It's gonna be big."

And so will that. Fuck, there's so much money in how nasty people can be. She fought to keep the neutrality in her eyes, but she sighed.

"I feel like we need to do a little tour. This car is kinda nice. Lyssa likes her stuff to look new, but not necessarily luxury. I mean it, like, in a charming way. It's cute. It's nonthreatening. Demure. Mindful, even." Ha. She unmounted the phone and switched the camera.

"See? All black interior, custom steering wheel cover stitched onto the wheel," complete with silver emgraving: L Y S S A in the bottom right quadrant, "Metalhead Mint Tea air freshener... Built in is a proprietary Dethphone plasmacharger right here," under the air controls, "But I think that's a mod. Not a standard feature. Sad. Get with it, Bentley." As she pointed the camera around in the vehicle, she flashed her Holas a couple more times. This colorway isn't trendsetting, but it was trendy enough. After all, it was the Holas brand and iconic shape that makes it an icon of tomorrow. Or something.

"Yeah. All that shit."

She mounted the camera again and shifted the way her headphones fit on her neck. Statistically, it made her feel 15% more approachable to the average consumer, with the strongest impact on adolescent girls from South America.

"Ok... now for what we came here to do. Shit!-

"I left my fucking coffee upstairs. Yeah, no. Abort, abort, abort... I need my Dunky Hillary to do anything." Just like that, she was out of the car and headed back inside Mordhaus.

[honorary-fool]

My Wisp Dolls!!

bc I've mentioned wanting to show them once or twice and then never.. did that

SO

under the cut 'cus it'll be LONG between image size & mini rambles/text blurbs in between them

I'd also like to add these guys are roughly life-sized, based on comparison of wisp venti's size to the bard's head in screenshots from The Boy and the Whirlwind animation

The original, the one, the only, TB (originally meant to stand for Tiny Barbatos, but at this point it alternates between that and Tiny Bastard), the one that stared it all in June of 2021

he is also the only one w/ a name bc I didn't expect to make so many more

I know you're not supposed to play favorites w/ your children but THIS ONE'S MY FAVORITE I LOVE HIM

this li'l one's my second wisp. They've been to a lotta places with me, and even have been to comic con! (/srs - a prop for my Nameless Bard cosplay)

they're what started the actual trend of me making these lil fellows ; I wanted to take TB on vacation with me but got scared bc I didn't know how to clean felt, so I made a second one a few days before our trip with t-shirt fabric. I've smuggled them into school a few times too

i never gave the third a name, but they look like they'd be namedFrank

they were an experiment to see how non-stretchy fabric worked with the pattern (Which was primarily drafted for use with felt, as that's my go-to sewing medium)

They uh... no longer exist (which looking back on, I'm sad about, I wish I kept them instead of [redacted])

One of my partners affectionately calls this one the strawberry wisp

They're actually based on art by Ceri_obt on twitter, of their corruption AU venti and the wisp form to go with it

I planned to add chains from the craft store and then I didn't

their eyes also used to swivel bc of how I unintentionally sewed the buttons in ; after awhile they got too loose, so i just hot-glued them into the above position.

I guess you could say they have a case of... resting wisp face?

Eh? ... No? Okay, moving on-

I wanted to experiment with how I attached the flowy part, and I had more spare tshirt fabric, hence.. this li'l fellow

I don't have much to say, just that they too were an experiment

..that sounds really concerning out of context

This one was actually for a friend's birthday! I fucked up the stitching on their back a li'l but other than that they're relatively normal /lh

my friend also used them as a reaction image for the next few days after I gave them to him so counting that as a W

they're my latest one, made early December of 2022

BONUS IMAGES OF TB!!!

This is how they look after ~2 years of being cuddled and well-loved- I like the pilled texture truthfully, it feels nicer than you'd think

the fabric marker on their antenna & wing have signficantly faded, which sucks, but hey, it's alright!

they're so tiny that they get thrown around during sleep unfortunately and end up in silly situations

this is one of those, found literally this morning

it looks like they're having an existential crisis & is using my pillow as a weighted blanket alternative /j

and there we go! all 6 wisps (I feel like i'm missing one but i genuinely cannot remember / find any pictures I took of them upon creation, sooo,,,)

[starseedfxofficial]

Master the Price Oscillator & Triple Bottom: The Ninja's Guide to Hidden Forex Gems It’s a jungle out there in the Forex market, and if you’re feeling like a lost explorer with only a broken compass and a pocketful of trading mistakes, you’re not alone. We’ve all been there—whether it’s buying that shiny altcoin at the top of its hype (hello, 2021) or mistaking a minor correction for a market trend. But today, we're diving into something that’s less about hype and more about quiet precision: the Price Oscillator and the Triple Bottom pattern. Think of these as your secret map and lantern, guiding you through the murky depths to spot the real treasure while avoiding the quicksand. And hey, I promise we’ll make this as fun as your favorite adventure flick—minus the dangerous stunts and with way more game-changing insights. The Triple Bottom: A Hidden Pattern Worth the Wait Imagine you’re out shopping. You see an outfit that’s gone on sale once, twice, and finally, a third time, getting cheaper each time but never selling out. That’s the market shouting, "Buy it already!" The Triple Bottom pattern is pretty much the trading equivalent—a pattern where a price hits the same low point three times before launching upward. But unlike that sale, the market doesn’t always hang out at these lows forever—so timing is everything. Traders often miss out because they’re too skeptical—"It can't possibly go up again, can it?"—when in reality, this third dip is the market showing its resilience, preparing for a rally. Think of it as that friend who needs exactly three reminders before remembering your coffee order. The key to successfully trading a Triple Bottom? Patience, analysis, and a bit of courage. Many traders run at the first sign of a dip—you'll want to grab a coffee, settle in, and watch. Ninja Tip: When the price hits that third low, get ready for action. Watch for a confirmed breakout past resistance with increased volume. Without volume, it’s like a birthday party with no cake—there’s nothing to celebrate, and you’re probably better off waiting. Price Oscillator: The Market's Mood Ring The Price Oscillator is like that old mood ring you had in middle school. Instead of showing whether you're "excited" or "relaxed," though, it's showing whether a currency is overbought or oversold. Spoiler alert: when the Price Oscillator is at extreme highs or lows, it’s saying the market's getting emotional—either overconfident or totally panicked. And trust me, just like with a reality TV cast, emotions can lead to some irrational decisions. Ninja Tactic: Use the Price Oscillator to spot divergence—when price is making higher highs but the oscillator isn’t, that’s often a sign that things are about to head south. Like when your friend starts working out a lot but hasn’t ditched the daily pizza—something’s gotta give, and in this case, it’s likely the market’s overenthusiastic rally. By pairing insights from the Triple Bottom with signals from the Price Oscillator, you’re essentially becoming that friend who never buys until there's a discount code and cash-back offer—it’s about maximizing opportunities. How to Spot a Triple Bottom Without Breaking a Sweat Some traders spend hours staring at charts until their eyes resemble raccoons more than humans. Let’s avoid that. - Step 1: Zoom Out: Start with the daily chart to get the full picture. A Triple Bottom takes its sweet time to develop—we’re talking weeks, sometimes even months. If you’re expecting it to happen in a few hours, you’ll be sorely disappointed, like those five-minute abs routines that are more fantasy than reality. - Step 2: Volume Check: It’s not just about the dips. Make sure volume is drying up at each bottom, suggesting sellers are losing steam. It’s a bit like when you’re trying to convince your friend to move across town for the third time—each time, you’re more tired and less enthusiastic. - Step 3: Confirmation: Wait for the breakout above the neckline—the resistance that has held during the formation of the pattern. Don’t preemptively strike here. No trader’s worth their salt without confirmation. Why Price Oscillator and Triple Bottom Are the Dynamic Duo It’s all about timing—using these two tools together, you can maximize your chances of spotting a true trend reversal and not just a temporary hiccup. The Price Oscillator tells you when emotions are stretched too far, while the Triple Bottom is like the calendar reminder that pops up three times before the big event. The beauty here is you don’t have to chase the market. If you have ever sprinted across a supermarket chasing a rogue shopping cart, you know—sometimes it’s better to let it crash into something soft and pick it up calmly. When Not to Fall for a Triple Bottom: The Bear Trap Edition Not all triple bottoms are made equal—sometimes they’re just a bear trap in disguise, waiting to catch overeager traders. Just like that pair of shoes that seem to be on perpetual sale (but somehow are always uncomfortable no matter how good the deal), some setups aren’t worth it. Red Flag 1: Lack of Volume. No volume on the upswing? The market’s not buying it—literally. Red Flag 2: Weak Market Context. You need a supportive backdrop. A Triple Bottom within a bear market can be risky—it’s like trying to sell Christmas sweaters in July—the timing is off, and enthusiasm is lacking. How to Use the Price Oscillator Like a Pro (or Like a Jedi) Using the Price Oscillator to its full potential means understanding its nuances—don’t just wait for it to hit an extreme and assume it’s time to reverse course. The key is divergence. Picture yourself hiking up a steep hill; if you’re starting to struggle, even though you haven’t yet reached the top, it’s a good sign that momentum might not take you all the way. Similarly, when the Price Oscillator stops following price action, it’s time to reconsider where the market's headed. Contrarian Viewpoint: Price Oscillators often lead traders to think they’re safe simply because the indicator is at an extreme level. But, context is everything. Ask yourself, "Is the market overreacting? Is there a catalyst here?" Just because your mood ring is black doesn’t mean you should panic—sometimes it’s just cold hands. Be sure to incorporate other technicals and fundamentals before pulling the trigger. How To Marry These Techniques with Fundamental Analysis Pairing these technical setups with solid fundamentals can truly boost your success rate. Like a hearty meal with a complementary wine, knowing the fundamental drivers behind currency strength gives these setups additional validation. For instance, a confirmed Triple Bottom in EUR/USD around the time of hawkish ECB statements? Chef’s kiss. The fundamentals provide context that the technicals alone can't. The Bottom Line: Be the Ninja, Not the Herd Understanding the Triple Bottom and Price Oscillator is like being that sly ninja who sneaks in, grabs the prize, and is gone before the rest even know what happened. Most traders are part of the herd—reacting too late, or worse, emotionally. Don’t be the trader who misses the opportunity because you’re busy second-guessing the third dip. Instead, know when to pounce by understanding market psychology, volume dynamics, and fundamental drivers. But more importantly—keep it light. This journey, like all the best adventures, should have a bit of humor. It’s just money, after all—and there will always be another trade. Remember These Key Ninja Tactics: - Triple Bottom patience: Wait for that third dip, watch for volume, and confirm the breakout. - Price Oscillator divergence: Trust divergence to tell you when the market’s about to turn. - Context matters: Fundamentals + technicals = success. - Don’t be the herd: Approach the market with the precision of a well-trained ninja—waiting for the perfect setup. —————– Image Credits: Cover image at the top is AI-generated   Read the full article

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Surprise!!! Have some Starstruck fluff that I've been working on for ages ��� (part 2 is out now)

There are no warnings for this, just pure fluff.

3k+ words

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Birthday Surprise (Part 1)

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When Wilbur found out that the boys’ birthdays were all on the same day, at first he was surprised. And then, when he checked the old files and realized the date was the same as the starting day of the experiment, the surprise faded into something a bit more weary. Of course their birthdays were on the same day; they’d been created at the same time.

The thing he was still surprised at was that Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo didn’t seem to find anything odd about that fact until he brought it up.

“It’s pretty common, isn’t it?” Tubbo had said, a little confused. “A lot of people have the same birthdays. And people with the same birthdays usually become friends.”

Wilbur had blinked at the strange logic. He had to explain that it wasn’t nearly as common as they seemed to think. They’d all seemed to deflate at the realization that this was just another quirk of the simulation. Wilbur told them it was kind of like they were triplets, and they cheered up a little.

Their birthday was coming up, their first one out of the simulation, and Wilbur wanted to make it special. There were so many things these kids would miss out on because of their size, and he didn’t want their birthday to be one of those things. He couldn’t take them to anywhere like an amusement park or ice skating, but he could still make the day special.

He woke up early on the day, heading to the kitchen to make them something for breakfast. It was hard to make things that scaled to them properly, but after several months, Wilbur had mastered the art of making pancakes their size. Or as close as he could get. Each pancake was about the size of a dime, or twice as large as one of their heads, but the teens never seemed to complain. They could down several of those pancakes each, far more food than it seemed like they could handle. Wilbur suspected it was a mix of their tiny size and their still growing bodies that caused such fast metabolisms.

Today, he added a special touch to the pancakes. Just before they were done cooking, he placed a single chocolate chip in the center of each. The effect was pancakes that were more sweets than breakfast, but it was a special day. Nothing wrong with a bit of indulgence.

He’d made nearly a dozen of the things, only messing up a couple, when he saw movement on the side of the counter. Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo were climbing the homemade ladder he’d fixed to the side of the counter, and many other places in the house.

Wilbur felt a surge of pride as they scurried up the ladder as if they’d been climbing all their lives. They’d progressed so much from the state they’d been in at the lab, muscles so atrophied they could barely stand. Now, only a few months later, they’d recovered enough to be climbing and running around with remarkable speeds.

“Happy birthday, you three,” he called as they reached the top of the counter. It took a moment for them to recover from the exertion, but once they did he got an amusing response.

“Is it our birthday?” Ranboo asked, sounding bewildered.

“Of course it is, dumbass, did you forget what day our birthday is?” Tubbo chided.

“I didn’t know either,” Tommy said. “You actually pay attention to the calendar, Tubs? That sounds like pussy behaviour to me.”

“Haha, cringe,” Ranboo said, joining in on the bully-Tubbo trend that had just started.

“Thank you, Wilbur,” Tubbo said, tactfully ignoring both of his friends.

“Of course. I’ve actually got a few activities planned if you three want. It’s your special day, though, so whatever you want to do,” he said, dishing up the pancakes onto some of the miniature plates he’d ordered online.

The teens perked up at this, looking very excited. It wasn’t often that Wilbur actually took them places, so he understood the eagerness. They would still have to be careful; Wilbur wasn’t sure what might happen if word of their existence got out, let alone spread to the lab. But he wouldn’t keep them cooped up their entire lives, and especially not on their birthday.

They whispered to each other, huddling together as if they were discussing criminal activity rather than their birthday plans. For all Wilbur knew, those could be one and the same. If his boys wanted to rob a bank for their birthday, Wilbur would probably let them. …Ok, maybe not a bank, but he’d participate in some light larceny if they truly desired.

“We choose the activities!” Tubbo chirped.

“Surprise us, big man,” Tommy said with a grin.

“Oh, I will,” said Wilbur.

He channeled his best evil villain laugh, feeling validated when the trio looked a bit wary. Really, his plans were nowhere near nefarious. Even on their birthday, he couldn’t resist a bit of teasing.

He set the plates full of chocolate chip (singular) pancakes down in front of them. They forgot about his suspicious plans at the sight, and Wilbur was treated to a small chorus of oohs and ahhs for his troubles.

“I made some extra batter, so if you don’t like the chocolate, I can make you plain ones…” he trailed off. Tommy had already shoved most of a pancake into his mouth- very impressive considering how big they were in comparison to him. Tubbo and Ranboo were digging in with much more decorum but no less enthusiasm.

“Never mind,” he said with a laugh.

Personally, Wilbur was a little tired of pancakes, and had grabbed a bowl of cereal earlier. He took advantage of the time the teens would be eating their breakfast to duck into his bedroom and grab their presents. He tried to bring them in sneakily, but was instantly noticed.

Tommy gasped, mouth still full of pancake, and he nudged the other two to look. Wilbur gave up on secrecy, and just placed the handful of wrapped gifts on the counter next to them.

“Finish your pancakes, then you can open them,” he suggested, seeing their intense interest in the gifts. He got exaggerated pouts, but they did as he said. They ate so quickly, he was afraid they might make themselves sick. Except for Tommy, who regularly ate that quickly and was probably used to it by now.

After finishing breakfast in record time, the boys crowded around their gifts. Understandably, they swarmed their biggest gift first; it towered far above their heads, about the size of a shoebox.

“Who’s this one for, Wil?” Tommy asked with a grin.

“That one’s for all of you,” Wilbur said with a laugh. “You should probably save it for last; I’m sure you’ll want to mess with it for the rest of the morning.”

Reluctantly, the boys stepped away from the big gift, instead pulling out the much smaller, individually wrapped gifts. After a short argument, they agreed to open gifts at the same time, going one gift at a time. While the gifts were all in the same wrapping paper, the labels made it clear which gift was for which teen. Wilbur had written the labels in his smallest handwriting, but the labels had still ended up comically large for the size of the gifts.

The first gifts they opened were the bundles of clothing Wilbur had made. Each teen received a sweater made from various socks, a shirt made from the thinnest fabric he could get his hands on, and a jacket that had actually been ordered from a doll clothing website. Though the handmade clothes were as sloppy as any of his creations, his kids seemed touched. Tommy actually pulled his misshapen red sweater over his head, beaming at Wilbur.

The next gifts were the ones he’d hesitated most to give them. In the end, he admitted to himself that they needed to be able to protect themselves. The dog incident had proved that. Although they hadn’t gotten hurt, they easily could have, and Wilbur wouldn’t have been able to stop it. He couldn’t keep them in his sight at all times, and the world was an incredibly dangerous place to someone only a few inches tall.

“Are these real?” Tubbo breathed, eyes wide as he pulled a homemade sword built from a sacrificed razor blade out of its sheath.

“As real as I could make them on my own,” Wilbur said with a smile. His expression faded to something more serious, and he looked between the three teens intently, needing to make sure they understood. “I’m sure you realize this, but these swords aren’t toys. I’m trusting you not to use them on each other. They’re yours to keep and take care of. If you’re ever in a dangerous situation, and I’m not around to help… Well, that’s what they’re for.”

He got a solemn nod from each, and he smiled. They really were good kids.

“Woahhh what is this?” Tommy asked, peeking into the next gift.

“Now those,” Wilbur said, a grin breaking out on his face, “are toys.”

Tommy pulled out a repainted plastic sword. It was a little big, but the repurposed garnish Wilbur had yet again found on the internet was light enough for him to hold. Tubbo and Ranboo tore open their own tiny swords, and the three began waving them around, attempting to smack each other. Wilbur had realized giving three teenagers the equivalent of actual swords and expecting them not to play with them was a little unrealistic. So he’d also given them a set of fake swords that they could hit each other with safely. …mostly safely.

Once they eventually tired of chasing each other with the plastic swords, they settled down to open the last gift before the Big One. These were the more personalized gifts, picked out using everything Wilbur had been learning about them over the last several months.

Ranboo managed to get his gift open first. Wilbur saw his eyes go wide as he took in what might be the smallest set of art supplies to ever exist. The sketchbook was homemade, created with a few sliced up pages of a normal sized one, liberal use of a hole punch, and some string to bind it together. The canvasses were real, something he’d seen at a craft store and immediately purchased.

Wilbur was pretty proud of the tiny bottle cap of watercolors he’d managed to cobble together. The chunks of watercolor pigment he’d cut out with a pocket knife and glued to the bottle cap were a little uneven. And the paintbrush was actually just the end of the smallest brush Wilbur could find, cut off to make it closer to Ranboo’s size. But while the brush was half the teen’s height, it would still be usable. Wilbur counted that as a win.

However, the piece de resistance was the set of ‘pencil’s’ he’d created. Each was made from the tip of an actual art pencil, carefully taken out with a pair of pliers. Around the base of each pencil, going up in a spiral, Wilbur had wrapped the thinnest piece of tape he could make. It was designed so that Ranboo could slowly unwrap it when he used more of the pencil, while still keeping his hands from getting dirty.

Ranboo ran his hands across the gifts almost reverently. He turned towards Wilbur, opening his mouth, but Tubbo and Tommy got into their own gifts at about the same time. They both burst out in excited chatter. Ranboo smiled, simply mouthing a silent ‘thank you’ to Wilbur.

Tommy’s gift had been simultaneously the easiest and the hardest to put together. The teen had two very obvious interests that Wilbur figured out within the first few weeks of knowing him. Whenever it was his turn to pick YouTube videos, he would request one of two things. Extreme gardening, which Wilbur hadn’t even known was a thing, or in depth coding videos.

What he enjoyed had been easy to figure out. However, finding something involving those hobbies that a person a few inches tall could use was a nightmare. Eventually, he’d decided to go down a fairly reliable path: books. He chose a beginners coding book and even managed to find an extreme gardening book by one of the channels Tommy enjoyed. He wanted Tommy to be able to read them on his own, though, so he needed to make them an accessible size.

And thus began the most tedious process Wilbur had ever done: copying each individual page of two ebooks to a separate document, lowering the font size to the smallest setting he’d managed to print on, and cutting out the printed pages into a book shape. Making the covers had been fun at least. He’d made a parody of the ‘for Dummies’ books with the coding one even though it wasn’t from that series. For the gardening, he’s simply drawn a cartoon plant with eyes and angry eyebrows, and put explosions around it.

Tommy seemed confused at first, then excited when he realized what the books were about. When he recognized the title of the gardening one, he leaped to his feet in excitement. He ran at Wilbur, launching himself onto the hand that was resting on the counter and hugging his thumb. Wilbur smiled, gently wrapping his fingers around the teen in an imitation of a hug.

Tubbo’s gift had been difficult to figure out. Even after several months, he was the most reserved of the trio. He rarely opened up, at least not to Wilbur, and hardly ever talked about his interests. However, one thing Wilbur had picked up was his interest in music.

All of the teens were interested in music, to some extent. They’d been fans of Wilbur back before they’d officially met, when he was uploading his songs to the simulation. They loved to hear him play, but loved listening to other music too. They had plenty to say about the lyrics, the tune and the sound design of various songs. Although when it came to Wilbur’s performances, they got shy with their criticisms.

When it came to Wilbur’s songs, Tommy was undeniably his biggest fan. He had been, even back in the simulation, and his idolization had persisted even once they met. However, Tubbo was the only one of the trio who actually seemed interested in learning how to play music. He listened intently whenever Wilbur explained chords or technique, and Wilbur had caught him mimicking his hand positions a few times.

With nothing better to go on, Wilbur had decided to go all in on the music thing. He couldn’t get Tubbo a real guitar, no matter how badly he wished. The best he could do was create something new; a tiny instrument just for Tubbo. It was probably most similar to a banjo, with its bottlecap body. Wilbur had glued a popsicle stick to the cap, and attached four rubber bands of different thicknesses to the instrument.

Trying to create a sound that was actually musical had been hell. Rubber bands were not naturally a pretty sound, but after some experimentation with lengths and thicknesses, he managed to find a balance that sounded nice. To his shock, he’d actually managed to match the notes to a ukulele’s notes. After some adjustments, they were in the same order as well. Wilbur couldn’t get Tubbo an actual instrument, but he could give him something pretty damn close.

Tubbo froze when he saw the banjo-lele (the name Wilbur had been calling it in his head for the past few weeks). He reached out hesitantly, plucking each string, before pulling the whole thing into his lap. He pulled out the homemade music books Wilbur had made in a similar manner to Tommy’s, and began testing to see if the chords would work the same.

When he glanced up at Wilbur, the man was startled to see tears in his eyes. Tubbo looked away quickly, subtly wiping his eyes, and Wilbur pretended not to see.

“Thank you, Wilbur,” the teen managed. “This is… a lot.”

“Seriously, big man, these gifts are so pog!” Tommy yelled, still clinging to his thumb.

“Aww, I’m glad you guys like them,” Wilbur said. “But don’t forget, there’s one more gift.”

They turned towards the largest box, and Wilbur could practically feel the anticipation rolling off them in waves.

“I don’t know how you’re expecting to top these gifts,” Ranboo muttered, although he was actually bouncing in place from excitement.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Wilbur asked, and that was all the prompting the trio needed.

They swarmed the box like ants, searching for a weak point to start tearing. When they found it, they attacked the wrapping paper with a vengeance. They tore chunks off, tossing aside armfuls of wrapping paper. They made their way around the box, slowly revealing…

“It’s a shoebox,” Tubbo observed.

“What the fuck?” complained Tommy.

Wilbur burst out laughing. The tiny teens gave him offended looks, which just made him laugh harder. Once he recovered, the trio was looking very unimpressed. Ranboo even had his arms crossed. Unable to keep the mischievous grin off his face, Wilbur hovered his hands over the lid.

“The real present is inside,” He said. “You ready to see?”

The boys all started shouting at once, telling him to just show them already. Wilbur slowly lifted the lid off and set it to the side. Then he reached into the box, moving at a snail’s pace. The kids looked like they might die of impatience. Finally, he lifted it out.

Ordered fresh off the internet, and sporting two week’s worth of modifications, was a shiny red RC car. The boys watched in awe as he lowered it to the counter, circling around to take it in from all angles.

“You boys are sixteen now,” Wilbur said, adopting a tone he remembered Phil using on him many years ago, “which means you’re old enough to start driving.”

“Holy shit- the remote’s where the steering wheel would be,” Tubbo said as he peered inside.

“You don’t have to pay for gas until you’re older,” said Wilbur, continuing the bit, “but if you’re pulled over, you’re responsible for the ticket.”

Tommy burst out laughing, although it turned into something close to a sob halfway through. Wilbur dropped the act, and looked at the teenagers he’d as good as adopted. All of their eyes were a little wet, and it wasn’t hard to guess why.

“I know it’s not the same as the real thing,” he said gently, his voice just a little watery, “but I wanted you to experience having your first car. I want you to be able to have all the important milestones you should have had.”

“Thank you,” Ranboo choked out.

“Seriously, thank you,” Tubbo echoed. “Not just for the car, but for… all of this. Rescuing us, taking care of us, giving us as normal a life as you can.”

“Of course,” Wilbur said softly. “You three… you’re like little brothers to me. I want you to be happy.”

Wilbur was tearing up now too. He wiped his eyes, trying to collect himself. Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo were doing the same, sniffling slightly.

“Right,” Wilbur said when he was no longer on the verge of bursting into sobs. “No more sappy shit, you three go enjoy your birthday gift!”

He lifted up the RC car and set it on the ground, offering a hand to the teens for a shorter trip down. They hopped in, and he carefully crouched down. He lowered his hand to the floor, and they slid off, immediately running to the car. There was a short fight over who got to drive first, with Tubbo winning, ending up in the driver's seat.

Wilbur watched with a fond smile as the car spluttered to life. It jerked forward a few feet, and then backwards directly into the leg of a chair. He burst out laughing.

“Already crashing, Tubbo?” he called.

“Shut up, bitch,” came a faint yell from the car.

Tubbo somehow managed to knock into the counter, the chair again, and Wilbur’s legs even though he was dodging before the other two had enough and kicked him out of the driver’s seat. The teens took turns driving the car around for the rest of the morning, just like he thought they would.

Wilbur didn’t care how annoying it had been to get the remote inside the car, nor how many bruises his ankles sustained while they were learning to drive. Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo were getting the chance to actually be teenagers. That was enough for him.

Part Two

[jungshookz]

hwayoung’s two now and y/n’s allowed to be emotional about it, okay?

➺ genre; ceo!yoongiverse!! a little bit of yoongi and y/n being mushy for each other!! fluff!! cutest drabble for the cutest girl!! jungkook and jimin bickering like an old married couple as per usual!! 

➺ wordcount; 3.2k

➺ p.s. this drabble is approximately five months overdue and it’s basically been collecting dust in my drafts so i figured i’d finally release it into the wild since it’s mother’s day today and i thought it’d be nice to read something sweet on this special day!!!! happy mother’s day!!! give ur mom a big ol hug and a kiss on the cheek :-) and if u don’t celebrate mother’s day that’s okay you can still read this for a small boost of serotonin wahoo :D 

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“i’d just like to inform you that if it wasn’t for the fact that today is hwayoung’s birthday, the idea of having cake as part of breakfast would definitely be off the table.” yoongi pauses before turning his head to look at you pointedly, “in fact, it wouldn’t even had made it to the table in the first place.”

“trust me, you’ve made that clear multiple times-” you roll your eyes playfully before offering yoongi a half-hearted shrug, “it’s not a big deal! we’ll just give her a tiny little chunk that’ll fit in her tiny little hand and then we’ll save the rest for later!”

“yeah, right-” yoongi snorts, making his way over to you to hand you a balloon, “you’re probably going to sneak an entire slice of cake into her mouth while i’m not watching-” he teases, digging his fingers into your sides playfully before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back against his chest, “you think you’re so sneaky-”

“hey-!” you giggle, squirming in his grip when you feel him starting to nip at the side of your neck, “this is not a very productive use of our time, boss-”

“hey, you two! are you just going to stand there making out all day or are you actually going to help me with the decorations?”

both you and yoongi peer over the edge to see jimin standing by the bottom of the spiral staircase looking very unimpressed and you flash him a sheepish smile 

“we’re not making out-” 

“yeah, well you might as well be-”

“we’re helping! we’re almost done tying balloons to the banisters-” you argue, holding the balloon in your hand up before flopping it around enthusiastically, “we-” you jolt when you accidentally let go of it, watching with wide eyes as it rockets around the ceiling before poot-poot-pooting pathetically and landing on the ground by jimin’s feet

whoops

“…yes, that’s very helpful, thank you.” jimin mutters to himself, shaking his head as he bends down to pick up the sad, spitty balloon up off the ground with a grimace, “when you’re done, come down and help me because this balloon arch isn’t going to make itself! chop-chop, people-” he claps his hands together as he wanders back to the living room to the half-constructed balloon arch

“you know, you’d think that hwayoung was his daughter-” yoongi murmurs lowly, twisting his neck to give your cheek a quick kiss before pulling away

“mm, tell me about i-”

“she’s mine when the two of you drop dead!”

you jump in surprise at the sound of jimin’s voice snapping at you from below and you and yoongi exchange glances before bursting into quiet giggles

“i feel like i should be more concerned that jimin seems to be very eagerly waiting for our deaths.” you joke, reaching for the bag of balloons and pulling out a handful of them

as much as you love your daughter you weren’t planning on having a super big birthday party for her just because..,., well, she’s probably not going to remember most of it considering she’s two and also it’s just the five of you celebrating at home, so you thought that a cake and a bunch of presents would be good enough of a celebration

of course, when you told jimin about these plans he looked like he was ready to bury you alive which is why he insisted that he’d take care of the food and the drinks and basically the entirety of hwayoung’s birthday party and told you that all you and yoongi had to do was sit back, relax, blow up a couple of balloons and also choose a cute birthday outfit for hwayoung

(jimin actually ended up taking over that part as well. he bought her a new birthday dress and a brand new pair of shoes to go with it.)

“everyone can relax! the star of the show has now arrived!”

the sound of the front door slamming shut suddenly shatters the silence and you smile lightly when you see jungkook sauntering in as if he owns the place

“good morning, kook.” you hum, jungkook looking up at you before offering you a lopsided grin, “actually, the star of the show is still fast asleep in her room.”

“oh, right-” jungkook snorts, dismissing you with a flick of his wrist, “i mean, yeah, of course this is hwayoung’s special day- but check it out! i picked up her birthday cake and brought it back here and i didn’t accidentally ruin it somehow!” he raises the big blue box in his hand with a beam, “i’m incredible!”

“that thing looks huge, jungkook!” you frown lightly, “i told you not to go crazy-”

“please tell me you didn’t max out my credit card buying a giant cake for hwayoung.” yoongi chimes in, leaning over and folding his arms atop the banister, “i hope you realise it’s just going to be the three of you having to eat it all-”

“it’s hwayoung’s birthday, i had to splurge! you know that ‘everything is cake’ trend? i ordered a custom cake and asked them to make it look like a giant cookie! but i also ordered a dozen chocolate chip cookies just in case she’s not into the cake.” jungkook smiles proudly before pausing, “…of course, knowing hwayoung, she’s going to love the cookies and the cake, so i’m not too worried. i’m going to see if i can shove these into the fridge-”

“what’s wrong?” yoongi nudges your side to get you to look at him, “you look like you’re thinking, which is never really a good thing-”

“hwayoung’s two now.” you blink twice before turning to look at yoongi, “she’s two.”

“yes. you’re very good at keeping track of our daughter’s age.” yoongi coos, reaching up to pinch your cheek playfully, “good job, baby.”

“two years old!” you gasp, turning around to lean back against the railing before shaking your head, “my god, she’s aged.”

“oh my god, you’re right. the ripe old age of two.” yoongi teases before gasping dramatically and reaching over to grip onto your forearm, “soon, we’ll be thinking about what elementary school to send her off to... and then the next thing you know, we’ll be helping her look for her own apartment when she’s off at university... and then you’ll be going wedding dress shopping with h-”

“stOP stop stop stop-” you wave your hands before covering them over your ears, yoongi laughing lightly when you frown at him, “i don’t want her to turn two! because that means she’s going to turn three… and then she’s going to turn four… and then five, six, seven, eight-” you pause and your eyes suddenly widen in horror, “she’s going to be a sixteen year old one day- what if she turns into a bratty sixteen year old?? because i was a really bratty sixteen year old and i don’t want her to turn out like me! do you know how hard it’s going to be if she turns into me? i used to sneak home at four in the morning-”

“let’s keep in mind that hwayoung is also my daughter and i was not a bratty sixteen year old,” yoongi interrupts calmly before giving your arm a reassuring squeeze, “she’s gonna be fine! and you turned out great, so give yourself a little bit of credit-”

“i just want her to stay two forever.” you pout, crossing your arms stubbornly as you look down the hallway towards her room, “is that too much to ask for??”

“when the terrible twos hit, i guarantee you’re probably going to feel a little different.” yoongi teases, pushing himself up off the banister before gesturing for you to go and join jimin and jungkook downstairs, “why don’t you help jimin out with the balloon arch while i go and wake our little miss two year old up?”

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yoongi presses his lips together tightly as he twists the doorknob, being careful not to make too loud of a sound to accidentally shock hwayoung awake

the last thing he wants is for to burst into tears at the start of her special day

he peers into the bedroom, smiling fondly when he sees a little lump under the covers shuffling a little 

a chubby sock-clad foot pokes out for a second before it disappears again

“이게 누굴까요? [hm… who’s that]?” yoongi asks quietly, the lump suddenly freezing in place, “드디어 일어나셨네요… [i think someone’s finally awake…]”

he tilts his head when a messy head of hair pops out from under the covers, the corners of hwayoung’s mouth immediately lifting in a bright smile when she spots him, “우리 공주 좋은 아침입니다! [oh! good morning, miss min!]”

he lets himself into the room and reaches over to click the white noise machine off before starting to quietly pad his way over to her, his heart melting in his chest when her mouth opens up in a quiet little yawn

“잘 주무떠뜹니까… [gub moming…]” hwayoung murmurs, eyelids fluttering slightly as yoongi reaches down to push some of her hair out of her face

“잘 잤어? [hi, baby… did you sleep well?]” yoongi asks, leaning down to scoop her up, “우리 화영이 생일 축하해… 밑에서 다 기다리고 있어... [happy birthday, my darling… we’re all waiting for you downstairs...]” he whispers, rubbing circles into her warm back when she immediately clings to him, “머리에 물 좀 묻히고 내려갈까? 머리가 아주 산발이네. [why don’t we freshen up a little, hm? the birthday girl can’t take pictures with a bird’s nest on her head.]”

“딴바. [birb’s ness.]”

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“i hope she likes the present i got for her.” jungkook mutters, his foot tapping anxiously against the ground as he looks up towards the top of the stairs in anticipation of hwayoung’s arrival, “i mean, if she doesn’t like it, there’s a receipt in the box so i can return it and get something else for her… but i really hope she likes it.”

“jungkook, she’s two. i gave her a wooden spoon to play with the other day and she was ecstatic.” you snort, peeling an eye open to look at him from where you’re lying on the couch before shutting it again, “i’m sure she’ll love whatever you got for her.”

“what’s the matter with you?” jimin hums, glancing at you for a second before focusing his attention back on sticking the bright pink ‘2’ candle onto the cake, “you look a little out of it today.”

“gee, thanks.” you snort, blindly grabbing one of the throw pillows before hugging it to your chest, “no, i’m fine, i just- i was feeling a little mopey this morning about hwa turning two and now i’m just thinking about how time has just flown by…”

“mm. it seems like it was only yesterday that i was holding your hair back while you violently puked your guts out into the toilet bowl.” jimin jokes, holding a hand to his chest before spinning around to face you and jungkook, “ah… fond memories that i’ll look back on for the rest of my life.”

“you know, i should’ve told yoongi i was pregnant in another way.” you suddenly change the subject, propping yourself up onto your elbows with a frown, “all i did was give him a tiny cookie. how lame is that?!”

“to be fair, you didn’t know how he was going to react, so maybe it was a good thing you went for something so simple!” jimin shrugs, making his way over to you before sticking his hand out for you to take, “c’mon, miss mopey. hwayoung probably doesn’t want to see you throwing yourself a pity party on her special day when she comes down here.”

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“-화영이가 엄마한테가서 이쁜짓 해주는 거 어떨까? [-now, mama is feeling very emotional today, so i think it’d be a really good idea to act extra cute, okay?]” yoongi whispers to hwayoung, planting a quick kiss on her cheek while slowly making his way down the stairs, “of course, that probably isn’t going to be a problem for you, seeing that you’re adorable 24/7-”

“i adowbo.” hwayoung murmurs, leaning down and squishing her cheek against yoongi’s shoulder, “졸려. [i seepy.]”

“졸리다고? [sleepy?]” yoongi pauses on the steps, reaching up to adjust one of her pigtails with a smile, “이거 큰일났네, 졸리면 어떡해! [you can’t be sleepy for your morning conference. look alive!]”

“is that the sleepy little birthday girl?” 

yoongi looks down to see you waiting eagerly at the bottom of the stairs, your hands clasped together and your eyes glued on hwayoung, “good morning!”

“mama!” hwayoung immediately twists around in yoongi’s arms at the sound of your voice, reaching out for you with a teethy grin as soon as yoongi gets close enough to you

“oh, happy birthday, my sweet little baby!“ you coo as you take her into your arms, squishing multiple kisses to her chubby cheek as you hold her close, “happy happy birthday, my beautiful girl…”

“ahppa bouday!” hwayoung giggles, little hands patting against your face

she leans in and smushes her nose against yours before giving you a drooly kiss on the cheek and you can’t help but laugh at how affectionate she’s being with you

see??

you want to keep her like this forever and it sucks to think about the fact that one day you’re going to set her down on the ground after carrying her and you’ll never pick her up again because she won’t need you to pick her up again

:-(

“oh…” you sniffle, suddenly feeling your nose prickle and your eyes starting to get a little tingly, “i love you so much…”

you don’t get much of a chance to say anything else before hwayoung’s suddenly being plucked from your arms, both jimin and jungkook immediately starting to fawn over her as per usual

“우리 화영이, 공주님이 따로 없네! [look at how beautiful you are in your dress!]” jimin exclaims animatedly, hwayoung clapping her hands together in response

her dress is sage green and gingham and it even came with matching ribbons for her hair and you have to admit that jimin made a pretty good choice with this birthday outfit

you probably would’ve stuck her in a pair of overalls or something

“see, what’d i say?” jimin smiles proudly, smoothing down the back of hwayoung’s dress before looking over at jungkook, “i told you the sage green was cuter- 아니 빨간 걸 왜 입혀 뭐 애를 도마로 만들 생각이니- [the red one that you wanted to go with would’ve made her look like a picnic blanket-]”

“아니 도마라니! [red gingham is classy!]” jungkook argues, trailing behind jimin while making faces at hwayoung to get her to laugh, “입혀보지도 않고- [you didn’t even give it a chance-]”

“난 그딴 거 염두에 두지 않는다 정국아- [i don’t need to give tacky garbage a chance, jungkook-]”

“hey, are you okay?” yoongi gives you a quick hug and kiss on the side of your head when he suddenly notices a tear running down your cheek, “she’s just turning two, y/n... she’s not moving out of the country-”

“i know, i know-“ you sniffle, reaching up to quickly wipe at your tears before chuckling, “i guess i’m just feeling extra emotional today-”

“c’mon, parents!” jimin calls out for you two while setting hwayoung down in her high chair, “the candle is melting and this cake is too expensive to get any wax dripped on it-”

“gookee!” hwayoung points to the cake and claps her hands as she bounces up and down on her seat, “gookee, mama!”

“yeah! cookie!” you mimic enthusiastically, smiling widely when she suddenly lets out a high-pitched squeal of excitement, her nose scrunching particularly cutely, “i’m glad to see that you inherited my love for cookies and not appa’s love for muesli.”

yoongi immediately scoffs and reaches down to give your bum a quick swat

“i know she’s saying cookie, but i’m just going to go ahead and say that she’s actually saying the name of her favourite uncle-” jungkook sighs, reaching down to pinch hwayoung’s cheek, “화영이는 꾹이 삼촌 제일 좋아하- [uncle gookee is your forever favourite-]”

“어 응 뉘에- [yeah, okay, whatever helps you sleep at night-]” jimin snorts, shoving the camera into his hands as the four of you stand in front of hwayoung, “okay, don’t touch the cake yet! let’s get some pretty pictures of the birthday girl first!”

“hwa, look into the camera!” jungkook coos, snapping his fingers to get her to look up at him, “그래 삼촌 한 번만 봐 봐- [look at uncle goo- yeah, there we go-]”  

you watch hwayoung fondly as she continues to ham it up for the camera, her little legs kicking in anticipation under the tray

“good girl, you’re being so patient.” you hum before reaching over to pluck a cookie from the open box, “ooh, i’ve been dying to sink my teeth into one of these-” 

“i had one earlier, they’re pretty good!” jimin nods, brushing past jungkook to get to you, “the bakery i ordered them from has, like five out of five stars one google review- hey, what’s that face for?”

“eugh- do the cookies taste a little funky to you?” you face screws up as you swallow the bite before holding the cookie up to take a closer look at it, “it’s just chocolate chip, right?”

“yeah- hold on, lemme try-” jimin frowns, reaching over to steal your cookie before taking a bite of it and chewing thoughtfully

“maybe you just got a weird one?” yoongi suggests, peering into the box with a frown, “all cookies taste funky to me, so my opinion probably isn’t valid here-”

“it’s fine, i’ll try another one later-” you dust your fingers off before perking up and clapping your hands together, “hey, should yoongi and i hop in for some pictures before hwa completely destroys the entire cake?”

“yeah, it… might be a little too late for that.” jungkook clears his throat and the three of you look over to see hwayoung’s tubby arms shoved elbow deep into the cake, “i gave her the green light to go ahead and eat. she just looked so sad and hungry, i’m sorry!”

hwayoung cackles in glee as she continues slapping her hand against the cake, her grubby little hands now sticky and her new dress stained with globs of frosting chocolate

“oh my god.” you stifle a laugh and reach up to cover your mouth so that you don’t burst out laughing at the fact that both jimin and yoongi look absolutely appalled

“i spent, like, ten minutes doing her hair-” yoongi whines, gently nudging you aside so he can hurry over to hwayoung and try to salvage the neat little pigtails he spent forever working on, “and now there’s frosting everywhere!”

“that dress was expensive, jungkook!” jimin snaps, and if you didn’t know any better you’d think he was about to burst into tears, “and i didn’t even get any nice pictures with her before she- come on, man-”

“i’m sorry!”

“ahppy bodday!” hwayoung shrieks in delight and flings her arms up, chunks of cake and specks of frosting flicking out from her hands, “i adowbo!”

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Curiosity Killed the Cat

ft. Kuroken

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Kenma hated these types of events. Blaring music, flashing lights, horny drunk people, crowded spaces. Yes, parties were the worst- but it wasn’t like he could tell Kuroo “no, I’m not going to attend your best friend’s 27th birthday party just because.” Which is why they’re in Osaka and not Tokyo at the moment. Kuroo had gone off to god knows where- claiming he was going to get some drinks for them- but that was 15 minutes ago and he still hadn’t returned. Shoyo was arriving late, so there was no one the dyed blonde felt comfortable with speaking too. Seeing no other option, he decided to seek Kuroo out on his own. 

“Excuse me.” The short male muttered as he nudged people aside to get to the bar. No one seemed to mind, too caught up in their dancing- probably thanks to their alcohol induced haze. His skin crawled in disgust as he passed by some chick who was making out with Miya Atsumu- if Shoyo was right with his suspicions, Sakusa Kiyoomi would not be happy. He pushed that thought aside. Eventually he made it to the bar- successfully locating Kuroo. “I was waiting what’s-” He was shut up by his fiance’s hand over his mouth. 

“Shh... look over there, across the counter- is that Y/n?” Kenma followed where Kuroo was pointing, they couldn’t see the persons face, but they had a similar figure and skin tone to your own. Suddenly the person turned- but they realized that it wasn’t you. 

It had been two, nearly three years since your emotional breakup, and they still found themselves looking for you in every room they entered. Kenma hadn’t gotten over his love for you- he doubted he ever would, but it was just another thing he had learned to live with. Kuroo slowly began to realize how much of an impact you had on his daily life, things he had previously taken for granted like a homemade meal at the end of a long day, hot bath prepped and ready, folded clothes and cute little notes. Those things were gone now, so he and Kenma had to step up and do it- until eventually they just decided to hire someone to do it for them. It wasn’t the same- sure, the housekeeper did an amazing job, but the difference was palpable. It sounded dumb but they could just feel the lack of love- your absence had created a void in the large penthouse. 

It had taken time, but Tetsuro realized that yeah, he did love you- not as much as Kenma- yet, it was a tangible love all the same. Which is why it hurt him that day- not only because you left them, but because you didn’t feel loved by him. He couldn’t find it in himself to be angry at you- that was his own doing. All you had done was leave him with happy memories. 

Kenma found himself reverting back to his old habits. Their home was a lot lonelier without you. Kuroo often went on weeks- if not months long- business trips for the volleyball association, leaving Kenma home alone for lengthy periods of time. No longer did he have you to keep him company or monitor his sleeping or eating habits. Even his viewers had noticed his unhealthy lifestyle and urged him to take better care of himself, but it wasn’t the same. So, without anyone there to stop him, he would fall into ruin- because then, when he was exhausted or kept occupied by the newest trending game title- he wouldn’t be thinking about all that he was missing. 

Neither of them had spoken- or even checked up on you since that day, those  few years ago. You had blocked them on everything, made your accounts private, changed your phone number, and asked your mutual friends to not share anything about you with them. It hurt- because how can you so easily shut out the people you love- but after much thought and consideration, they realize you had to be hurting twice as bad as they did. Unlike them, you had the time to simmer in your pain, hurt, and longing, while they remained oblivious. 

Ignorance was bliss.

The two of them left Bokuto’s party early that night, Kuroo said something about an emergency Skype meeting in the morning as an excuse. In actuality they found themselves driving to one of your favorite restaurants- they hadn’t stepped a foot inside the establishment since the last time they ate here with you. But- as it was for many things apparently- tonight seemed to be one all about stepping out of their comfort zones. 

“What are you getting?” Kuroo tried to act casual, but Kenma had known him much too long to fall for his act. 

“I think I’ll get (f/f).” 

Kuroo nodded. “I think I will too.” Neither of them particularly liked (f/f), but it had been your go to order. Maybe by being here and eating the familiar dish, they could pretend that they were simply on a date as a triad- and you were running late- instead of dealing with the reality that they were a couple now and not a throuple. 

Their food arrives and they dig in, eating slowly, eyes shutting occasionally, it seems like they’re merely savoring the flavor- when in reality they’re trying to picture you dining with them. No words are exchanged between the two- they’re together yes, but it’s somehow a lonely occasion all the same. 

If you were here, the table would be filled with easy conversation- you were always so neutral when you spoke, teasing when you felt particularly daring (they realize now that this was such a rarity because you were hesitant about starting an altercation- which no one should have to be afraid of in any relationship). Kenma would let himself loosen up and exchange snarky words with Kuroo, who quipped back savagely, and you would watch them- laughter spilling from your lips. Too bad they didn’t try harder to include you in the conversation- not that they intentionally alienated you- just that they were enjoying themselves too much to bat an eye in your direction. 

Yeah, it was better for you that you weren’t here. That was a fact they still had trouble stomaching. 

They hear the restaurant’s door opening in the background, but don’t care enough to look who entered. It doesn’t matter to either of the two that it’s late at night and logically there shouldn’t be anyone else here but them. Their imagined scenario is much more appealing than real life. 

“Put me down Tsutomu!” A male scolds from the lobby area, despite their best efforts, they’re unable to block the newcomers voices out. 

Another male laughs in response. “Calm down Kenji, I got you!” 

“Hahah! Why are you so red Kenji-” Someone else adds, this person’s voice is familiar. Kenma and Tetsuro freeze at the sound. It’s kind of weird how they recognize it- despite having slowly forgotten what it sounded like over the course of passing time. You know how each time you recall a memory it actually ends up altering it a little? That’s how it was with your voice. Eventually their recollection of it was changed to the point that they couldn’t quite remember how exactly your laughter sounded, or even how your pitch changed with various moods. 

Their ears were filled with you- wonderful, gorgeous, breathtaking you- the one who cared too much and pushed aside prioritizing yourself until eventually you couldn’t take it anymore. The Y/n that they still, could never seem to love enough- even now. But it was dissimilar all the same, since you sounded so happy, so content- what was weird was that they didn’t even need to see your face to confirm it. 

Neither of them dare to look in your direction, afraid that you’d disappear right before their eyes. It isn’t until they see your approaching figure in their peripheral that they glance over. 

You’re positively glowing. It feels like you’re an entire galaxy- so far and out of reach- and they’re merely stargazers. They’re stuck on Earth, forever fated to watch and appreciate your splendor from an impossibly wide distance.

The purple-nearly black haired man that accompanies you pulls your chair out, gesturing to your seat with exaggerated motions. You laugh, sitting down in the most graceful manner possible and let him push your seat in. He places a kiss to your temple before going to pull out a chair for the other brown haired male- whose cheeks are still tinted red. 

The three of you order appetizers and speak about many things- Kuroo can overhear ‘volleyball’ and ‘hospital’ mentioned somewhere in the mix. The two men- your apparent lovers- don’t even have to make an effort to include you in their conversation, it’s like second nature for them, just as it should have been for him and Kenma. They listen intently as you ramble on about whatever, the shorter brown haired one adding his two cents in occasionally, while the taller male questions or presses you for more details. 

“Kuroo I’m not hungry anymore.” Kenma says, and only now does Tetsuro notice how upset his fiance is. Normally the half blonde is composed and neutral, but right now his face is scrunched up like he smelt something sour. The feeling is mutual. He isn’t happy with the situation either. 

"Do you want to head back to the hotel?”

“No, let’s stay a little longer.” 

So they stay, silently watching as you make lively conversation with your lovers. Observing as you polish off your plates and finish dessert, they’re still seated when the throuple pays the bill and walks out the exit. Eventually the elderly owner comes out and asks them if they want to order anything else- a polite way of letting them know that they’ve overstayed their welcome. 

They tell her no, pay their own bill, and head back to their car. They sit there in the parking lot a little longer.

“Hey Kenma.” Kuroo murmurs, fingers drumming on the steering wheel.

“Hm?” Kenma hums.

“Do you think we could have made it work?” It’s a question that they’ve never actually voiced out loud- not even once- in the years since the breakup.

“Why do you ask? You already know the answer.” Is what he receives in response. Kenma’s right, he did know.

“I... guess I needed to hear it.” He says lamely.

He turns the key and starts the ignition. They drive back to their hotel in silence. 

They made their beds a long time ago. So it’s only right that they lie in it- even if the bedsheets are uncomfy and the blanket threatens to suffocate them.

Kenma regrets wondering about how you were doing now. At least before tonight he was able to take comfort in the fact that you still might be in love with them.

The old idiom was right. Curiosity killed the cat. And he certainly felt like he was dying.

A/N: Believe it or not the inspo behind this was the song Good Stuff by Griff. I really liked the whole idea of Kuroken x reader ending on semi good terms. The difference between how their emotions for the reader portrayed here vs IwaOi is an example of this. Unlike IwaOi, Kuroken is able to identify their emotions when given time and space, they’re not necessarily prideful and can acknowledge that despite being broken up with, they’re still the ones who were left with “the good stuff.”

They miss you sure, but they know it’s unfair to want you to come back to them when they’ll never be able to love you as they should. So they don’t even bother wishing or seeking you out. Of course, they do their best to maintain some semblance of a connection to you (like why they look for you in crowded rooms and eat your favorite food), but they’re fine with remaining curious. Of course no one can remain willfully ignorant forever though.

[stardusttkachuk]

Birthday Blurb 16, 20 with Sidney Crosby please and thank you!

16. “Let’s have a baby.”

20. "I want a baby.”

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Sidney had been away for the last week. You never had a chance to miss him when he was away because he'd text you constantly, call you every night, and FaceTime you as much as he could. And when he was on the ice, you'd watch his games, fawning over every closeup.

It was the last away game of this roadie though and you had some girlfriends over to watch it. The pens were on a high, leading 5-0, and of course, you had had quite a bit of alcohol, both celebrating a night with your friends, and a great game for Sidney.

“Hey, have you seen that trend where you text your boyfriend you want a baby?” One of your friends asked the entire group. Of course, you all had, although it was just you who had never partaken in the trend.

“Text him now!” Another one of them said, already tossing you your phone.

“I want a baby.” you had written in the text, hitting send before you could think twice about it.

You picked up Sidney’s call as soon as it came through that night, answering with a cheerful ‘hi!’

“Let’s have a baby,” he greeted. “As soon as I’m home. I want a baby too. With you.”

You didn’t have the heart to tell him you sent it as a joke, especially since you always dreamed of having a baby with him. And you were more than happy to start trying.

[atinybitofau]

[ateez] S A N ⟶ idol au

YOU HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO LOVE YOUR BOYFRIEND.

a/n: y/n is NOT an idol.

• the boys were very much au courant with their “middle child”.

• because it’s hard not to know Choi San’s characteristics by now.

• he’s a loving man.

• affectionate a good word to describe his trends.

• but where San excelled,

• you lacked.

• and you were a shy girl and less of an open book.

• afraid of the world who didn’t know you yet.

• but San saw you and thought you were the most shiniest treasure on the planet.

• and the boys knew you weren’t a fan of PDA.

• thought you and San’s relationship was comfortable, mature.

• because you’ve known him longer than they have.

• and they’ve only seen you two kiss once or twice in person,

• their schedules hard to come by.

• but you did as best as you could to be a good girlfriend to a man who deserves it.

• even if you didn’t seem like it all the time.

• “You guys were great out there!”

• the fans thought you were just someone who worked for the company—

• a publicist who came out in the public eye with them to monitor their activities.

• when maybe if it were the case, it weren’t entirely the case at all.

• “Thanks y/n.” Hongjoong sends you a kind smile. “Will you stay till after the show?”

• you shake your head softly. “I can’t. They called me for work tomorrow.”

• Hongjoong turns his head over his shoulder. “But you haven’t seen San yet..”

• “That’s okay.” you smile again. “I can see him again some other time. He knows I came. That’s all that matters.”

• he feels bad.

• the company even feels bad.

• because they know you’ve abided well to the rules,

• the efforts shown clearly.

• but you don’t intend for them to feel bad.

• despite being tired of not having your boyfriend the way you want sometimes.

• “I-is it okay if you bring this to him for me?” you fumble with the small bag in your hands. “He missed my birthday yesterday and his mom asked if I could send it over.”

• you weren’t his messenger.

• Hongjoong hurts for you because well—

• you’re San’s girlfriend.

• you have every right to see your boyfriend right now even if time was tight.

• “Y/n..”

• “N-no! It’s okay.” you wave it off. “He’s probably tired and needs rest. He can call me later. That’s all I need.”

• Hongjoong can’t say much but take the gift.

• hoping San would walk in to stop you in time but you’re already out the door fishing for your car keys.

• “Babe?”

• you blink up at your sweaty and out of breath boyfriend in a bustling hallway, “Oh h-hey. I was just—“

• “Where are you going?”

• San’s frantic already as it is hurrying for the next leg of the show,

• but he’s afraid you’re gonna leave before it’s over.

• before he gets to kiss you.

• “You’re leaving?”

• you bow at his members who passed by prior to looking up at him again, “I was just stopping by to drop off the leftovers from last night. Hongjoong has it. Do you want me to–“

• San kisses you.

• though it wasn’t banned,

• neither recommended,

• through his stress and hard work he’s allowed to miss you.

• he’s allowed to want his girlfriend.

• “Wait for me.” he cups your face in his shaky hands. “I know. Fuck— I know this is hard. I know this is hard for us but don’t just leave.”

•you bite back at your starved lips, “San..”

• “Please don’t go yet.” his lips hover yours. “Let me just have you for a little bit. Then you can go.”

• you chuckle softly moving away from the eyes in the halls. “I guess I can stay a little longer..”

• he sees the hesitation.

• and it burns his heart the way it burns yours.

• “I love you, hey.” his eye contact gets stronger. “Y/n, I love you. Don’t forget that, okay?”

• you never do.

• of course you never do.

• even if it’s too difficult,

• even if you want to give him up,

• you do love him. you do.

• “Ms. y/n?”

• you didn’t realize you fell asleep.

• but it’s how long you’re willing to wait that surprises not only you, but everyone else.

• because you aren’t a fan of PDA.

• but the effort you make for your hard working boyfriend is display of affection enough.

• “I’m sorry!” you fumble with your things. “I fell asleep, didn’t I? I’m so sorry, let me get out of the way.”

• the two tall managers chuckle holding you down steady, “No y/n. You’re fine. San’s waiting for you by the van and we’re just here to escort you there.”

• “O-oh.” you swallow nervously. “Okay. Right pick me up. To see San, right. I almost forgot.”

• San may be a hard working idol,

• but you work almost as hard as he does.

• no comparison, everyone has a different workload.

• as someone who works two jobs and travels in and out of the city for both him and your families.

• you aren’t a messenger.

• you’re his girlfriend.

• you’re a woman who has the right to miss her boyfriend.

• you have every right to want him too.

• “Sannie?”

• San peeks his freshly showered hair from the backseat, “Y/n?”

• you close the door behind you before eagerly jumping into his lap,

• the company doing you two a solid favor of an empty vehicle on the ride back home,

• lack of public display.

• no you get to have him all to yourself.

• “I missed you.” he mumbles brokenly against your head. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.”

• he’s already crying.

• but you stay strong for him always.

• taking his face in the palm of your hands and kissing him tenderly on the lips.

• “Don’t cry.” you chuckle moving your thumb against his cheeks. “San, stop that. Don’t cry for me. You did good today. You did great.”

• “I don’t want to talk about my show today. I want to talk about you.”

• you sigh leg draped over his lap as he rubs at your thigh. “That’s not fair, San.”

• “Why not?” his eyebrows furrow. “You see me and it’s all we talk about. My music, the boys, me. Y/n, I want to talk about you. I want to talk about my girlfriend too.”

• you curl into his hand like you belonged there.

• if it weren’t his mic, it’d be you.

• his nth prized possession on the planet.

• but, “I’m okay with that. I’m okay with talking about you because I come here for you. I don’t come here expecting you to talk about me.”

• he sighs. “If I could... if I could just spend more time with you. I missed you for everything. Your birthday, mine. My parents, yours.”

• you kiss his bumbling lips curling your hand around his waist,

• the car moving forward unlike time that stilled for only the both of you.

• “We talked about you yesterday. And they asked me how long I was willing to stay. How long I’m willing to wait for you even if you start loving thousands of other women? How long I’m willing to share you until I get too tired.”

• San frowns against the back of your neck.

• hiccuping softly as if you were letting him go.

• crying as if he already lost you.

• “San, look at me.” you move his wet hair away from his wet eyes. “I love you, you know that. I don’t need to justify to anyone how long I’m willing to stay.”

• he cries while he kisses your skin.

• the reasons for the eyepatches every once in a while a tell tale sign he cries too much.

• “No matter how many people you love,” you wipe away his tears. “I’ll only love you.”

• “I’m not enough for you..”

• “You’re too much for me.” you giggle to make him feel better. “You’re everything to me.”

• you two are interrupted when the van arrives,

• you mindful of the distance when they open up the van to let you two out.

• “You’re not leaving yet are you?”

• Hongjoong pulls at your hand when San leaves first to avoid the press,

• the chances of you two getting caught.

• “I-it’s getting late. I should go.” you look up at the building where your boyfriend is probably waiting for you to say goodbye. “San’s tired, Joong. He needs rest.”

• “He needs you.” he clears up with a soft chuckle. “And we owe San a little more than we’ve granted. The company wants to do a little more for you two.”

• you don’t question it when he tugs you up the stairs, the managers following suit.

• how the atmosphere is a little different.

• shocked when the dorm door opens to expose a small little party,

• celebrating you?

• “Happy birthday y/n!”

• the boys and the managers crowd around a table,

• your parents right there.

• San’s parents too.

• “What’s going on?” you look around with blinking eyes. “S-San?”

• he emerges behind his dad with a toothy grin,

• almost like the first day you met him.

• when he once only focused on you.

• “Sannie, what’s all this?”

• your boyfriend slips his arms around your waist,

• cause what was that you said about PDA?

• how you’re not usually all for it.

• but instead you’re the one crying.

• crying when San holds you for something that’s long owed.

• something you’ve wanted for too long now.

• “The company asked me today about my vacation and how I want to spend it..” he mumbles forehead heavy against yours. “How I’m given a little more time considering the efforts I put into practice. They’re giving me two weeks.”

• “O-oh.” you sheepishly pull away realizing eyes were all on the both of you. “They didn’t need to do that for us. San, we can—“

• “No y/n, I asked them. I asked them because they owe it to you.” he keeps you locked in place. “They owe it to you for all you’ve done for me. For all you’ve done for them.”

• your lips pout. “What have I done for them?”

• “Do you really have to justify yourself, babe?”

• you don’t realize how much you do—

• how much torture you take for loving Choi San.

• if it has to be time, effort.

• or helping the company in their own efforts to protect the boys’ image.

• technically it’s your job..

• you do get paid for it.

• and maybe if the company didn’t exactly owe you,

• you owe yourself.

• cause you have all the right to finally have your boyfriend.

• all the right to kiss him in front of everyone even if it’s not exactly the right thing to do.

• “You don’t owe it to anyone but your boyfriend, me, the time lost that I need to spend anywhere so as long as it’s with you.”

@atinybitofau

[soldouthaz]

hey all! I'm just now getting around to doing this and I've been SO excited to see if I can notice any difference in my first lines over the lats year or so. so several extra special thank you's to @allwaswell16 @zanniscaramouche @hadestyles @solvetheminourdreams @bravestylesao3 @halosboat and @tomlinvelvetfics ! I loved reading all of yours so much and I hope you're all doing well! <3

(these are vaguely in order of the ones I like the most, but really just random!)

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nothing worsens, nothing grows

The spring semester before graduation was long and treacherous and Louis wants nothing more than to fall into his bed and never come out of it again.

golden slumbers fill your eyes

Harry’s exhausted.

what's mine is yours to make your own

They’re in Detroit the first time it happens. Or, the first time Harry notices it, anyway.

make this feel like home

The house on West 28th Street in London is twice the size of Louis’, more expensive than the price of all of his car and house payments combined, and is falling apart at the seams.

like it's a game

There is little Harry hates more than truth or dare.

baby blue

Deep green pine trees line the gravel road they’re travelling on, the expensive car wheels grating down the perpetually long drive. Rows of various crops and tall grass fills Louis’ vision blurrily as they pass by outside of his window. His seatbelt jabs into his ribs with each pothole, but he keeps perfectly still despite his growing discomfort. He supposes he should try to get used to feeling that way from now on.

until this blood runs cold

In a town as small as Louis’, everybody knows everybody and gossip spreads faster than the wildfires that rage on just outside their backdoors in the sweltering heat of summer. It’s that season right now as well, sweat dripping off of the back of Louis’ neck as he tidies the big, empty house. Every fan he’s got is on full speed, his air conditioning spotty since he moved in over ten years ago now.

your biggest fan

The night of the last footie game for his school, Louis watches from behind the fence just like he always does.

the way this river runs

The first time Louis wakes up after the accident, he doesn’t make a sound.

eyes off you

The lights in the dingy downtown Manhattan bar are low and they make it difficult for Louis to see from where he’s situated against the back wall. Face partially lit up from his computer screen and the knobs of his spine pressed up to the cool brick, he tries to sip lightly on his drink and avoid people’s wandering gazes. Liam’s stern warning not to draw attention to himself rings inside of his ears.

somewhere in between

Louis likes to think he has everything he’ll ever need. He’s got a fantastic job at the head of his company, along with all of the perks that come with being a CEO: the car, the penthouse, the stale air of luxury. He’s worked hard for many long, tiring years to get to where he is, and there isn’t a single regret he has about any of it.

smoke between your teeth

“It’s just - s’ amazing , like, when you think about it. I mean, really, if we look at it from an evolutionary standpoint, it’s fascinating. Our brains know even before we do what we want. Did you know that, subconsciously, one of the first things we look for in a potential love interest is teeth? Yeah, s’wild, I know. It’s got something to do with how we reproduce and having a superior gene pool. Y’know, I don’t think I’ve ever judged someone by their teeth. But, you know what? That doesn’t mean I haven’t, no, do you want to know why?”

tall stories on the page

In the midst of everything else going on right now, the last thing Harry wants is to sit through yet another grueling interview. To hear an endless parade of questions about his potential suitors, his family, his personal life that he explicitly tells them beforehand he wants to keep off of the radar.

sky'd be falling and I'd hold you tight

The last day of Louis’ life begins like any other.

you're safe like spring time

The library closes at nine o’clock on Wednesdays.

call if you need me

If anyone asks later on, Louis plans to tell them that it’s all Niall’s fault.

you know what they say 

When Louis was little he wanted to be many things. 

living for your every move  

After unlocking the front door to his flat and setting the keys down in the bowl beside the entrance, Louis slips off his shoes and stretches his arms high above his head, a soft smile on his face and a subtle redness to his cheeks.

sunflowers, sunshine, and you  

By the time the sun sets over Aimsley, Texas, Sheriff Styles has managed a fairly productive day.

make my wish come true  

“Happy birthday, baby.”

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okay, I think this is about it haha! I feel like I'm a bit late to the trend here, so if you’ve missed out on it so far and would like to do so, please tag me and go ahead! I’ve loved seeing everyone else’s!!! :)))) 

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Being Present Mic’s favorite student would include

A/n: why don’t yall show my mans any love? Like damnn smh he just out here breaking people's eardrums and tingz and y'all cant even give him some acknowledgement or what not smh. Present Mic stans, you may now rise

-I imagine you’d be like that American exchange student and you laughed at a bad pun he did in english and he felt super special because no one ever understands the puns he does, so now he’s just constantly bothering you

-like you’re just walking down the hall, trying to get to class and you just hear 

-”HEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYY Y/NNNNN MRS.AMERICAAAAAAAAAAAA.”

-*invoked with fear*

-Like seriously he won’t leave you alone…..at all

-”Y/NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN what’s upppPPp?”

-He love speaking in english to you because it’s keeps him refreshed and plus it’s fun seeing Aizawa all flustered because he only understands 60 percent of what you guys are saying

-You get used to him I promise, he’s actually like the sweetest little thing that wants the best for you uwu. Like if you’re a shy student he’ll break you out of your shell most definitely!!

 -He asks you to do his introductions because aizawa refused for the 1000th time but it actually was super fun so you don’t mind

-”GIIIVE IT UP FOR PRRREEEEEESEEEENNNTTTTTTT MICCCCCCCCC THE ONLYYYY ONEEE THATTT CAAAAN BREAAAAK YOUURR EARDRUUUMSSS AND WILL TO LIVVEEEE IN UNDER A MINUTE.”

-He did a super long hyped up into for you at the sports festival like and he kept cheering you on soo much he was like a soccer dad watching his little princess play her first game

-I swear he was wearing a shirt that said ‘Go Y/N!!’

-Everyone knows you’re his favorite like if you thought All might and Deku thing was a bit much well like he is on a whoooleeee new level

-Speaking of All might and little broccoli, there is an unspoken rivalry between All might and Present. They are always like

-”Haha did you see young Midoriya’s moves today? He is working so hard, he’ll be a great hero soon!”

-”Yeah of course, BuT did yOU sEE mY Y/N todaY????

-SocCeR DAdS

-You and deku kinda does friendly competitions just to watch the two teachers go at it

-”DEKU CLEARLY WON MIC.”

-”LISTEN YOU BLIND FOSSIL IT WAS Y/N!!”

-It was a tie tbh

-Always asking you about American slang and terms like brooo

-”y/n what’s a yeet? Someone told me  I need to yeet off a building and I kinda wanna do it for my next youtube video on youtube.”

-You helped him set up the youtube channel btw

-”so i say period after something truthful is said?”

-”YOUUUUUU ARE THE BESSSSTTTTTT STUUUUUDENTTT Y/NNNNN PERIOODDDD.”

-”like that?”

-You keep him updated on all the trends and make sure his outfits are looking good

-He lets you design a new logo for his brand

-Did I mentioned he’s like super sweet. Like one day you opened your locker to find a note he wrote for you.

-”Heeeeyyyyy Y/NNNNNNN, 

Whats upp best student evvvvvaaaaa???? I just wanted to say i’m proud of you and I heard from a little sleepy birdie (sensei Aizawa) that you aced your test in hissss claaaaaassss wooooooo!!!!! Because of that i mayyyyyyy haveee brought you ice cream that may or may not be in the fridge in the teachers lounge that you may or may not can get during lunch perioddd…… anyways MIC OUT!”

-He helps you control and project your powers when you are struggling with them

-Helps you with the weird Homework assignments All might and Aizawa gives you

-”wtf is this shit? This is your homework?? Hold on, I’m calling shouto .”

-Lets you sleep in his class

-He is like your personal translator if your japanese is a bit iffy or you don’t know how to say something

-Oh and Aizawa adores you also but like he keeps it on the down down low. Like people actually thinks he kinda doesn’t like you but that is not the case at all. Like he supports Mic’s constant spoiling of you and might throw in a gift or two with him.

-Aizawa looks at you guys as his two kids that he will literally protect at all costs. 

-If anyone is messing with you or you need something just yell out ”MR.HIZASHIIIIIII.” or “MR.AIZAWA” and he’ll be there in under a minute.

-Bakugou threatened you once, and Aizawa and Hizashi heard….lets just say he never messed with you again.

-Same goes for you, if anyone is teasing or talking wrongly about Present Mic, you’ll square up any day.

-”yeah he’s like so weird and does he realize that no one thinks he’s cool like stop trying so hard.”

-FigHt mOde ActIvaTeD

-You got in trouble but it was totally worth it and Mic was super flattered but as a teacher he still had to discipline you. He high five you tho and said he wasn’t mad and he only got you in trouble because the other teachers would have bashed him for favoritism

-Once you get more comfortable with him, You guys have like daily talks about anything and everything, he’s a really good listener and will listen to your weekly rants.

- Despite being a literal crackhead, he is super wise and has a lot of knowledge so if you need advice, just ask.

-Knows when you aren’t feeling your best and tries his all to make you smile, it usually ends up working and you’re just laughing at his bad jokes and he’s like

-”YYyyyYYYYy/NNNNNNnnnnnnNNNNNNnNnnn IS FEELiNG BEtTTeRRR  YAYayYAAY!”

-He’ll let you hide out with him and Aizawa when there’s a bunch of kids are crowding you and asking questions about your home country or when school is just overwhelming

-”MR.HIZASHIII THEY ARE AFTER ME AGAAAAIIIIN.”

-He’d 10/10 adopt you if he could

-He invited you on his radio show like twice, it actual helped gained a lot of listeners from a younger audience and even some international people listened in as well. It was actually pretty fun, of course you were a bit nervous you weren’t sure to expect but it was reallly cool. It was almost like an interview, he asked you a few questions about yourself and your school life even opinions on different heros or what not.

-DO NOT AND I REPEAT DO NOT LET THIS FOOL KNOW YOUR BIRTHDAY, HE WILL EMBARRASS YOU INFRONT OF THE WHOOOOLEEE SCHOOL I SWEAR NO ONE CAN STOP HIM

-”But Mr.MIcCCcCc plEAsE Dontttt iTs NOt A BIg DeaL.”

-”i must y/N….LETSSS A BIGGGGGGG HAPPY HAAAAAPPPPYYYYY BIRTHDAAAAYYYYY TOOOO Y/NNN L/NNNN-”

-you died 

-He got a little cake made for you, it had little candies and sparklers on it. It was mega adorbs.your name was also on it but it was spelled wrong. 

-”Here ya go Y/N! Sorry your name is spelled wrong...i tried to fix it but it got all smudged so i just left it.” 

-For his Birthday, you made a picture frame that had a selfie with the two of yall and gave him a little card that said, “Happy Birthday The best teacher evaa! You’re super great and I hope one day we can fight side by side and be the best duo in history! Enjoy your day old man. -The best student evaaa”

 -You teamed up with eraser head to throw a little surprise party for him at a cute little restaurant and he ended up crying sksksksksksdnjksk it was so soft.  

-At the dance you didn’t have a date or anything so ya boi Mic danced with you and it was uwu like super soft. He even walked around with you a bit and let you wrap your arm around his, like he’s the best teacher seriously

-At the end of the year when it was time for you to go back to America, he was devastated like seriously he’d miss you and y’alls antics. He practically begged you not to go back. Yeah he held your leg and cried on the floor….Aizawa had to pull him off of you so you could leave 

-”Don’t cry Mr.Hizashi!! I I’ll see you again one day! Thank You so much for being an awesome teacher this year, I’ll miss you.”

-you actually got approved  to come back the following year but you kept it a secret so you could surprise him when you walk in his class again.

-he was big boi shocked 

-”YYYYYYYYYYyyYYyyYyYYy/NNnnNnnNNNnnn SKDJNKHDKSK YOU’RE BACKKKKK WHERES AIZAWA I GOTTA tELL HIM SILDKSISJSSKKSNJSK DID YOU CUT YOUR HAIR OMHDNKJD  ITS SO CUTEEE AHHHAHSHJSHSJHS AZIAWAAA LOOK AT OUR LITTLE GIRL SSKLKSMLS.”

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Aftermath - Chapter 3

hellooooo friends, lets continue my trend of updating at godawful hours of the morning

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Waking up, Shepard wonders for a second if she dreamt it all, but then she feels Kaidan’s field against her own, gently fizzling. One of his legs is caught between her own. He’s somehow wrapped up in the entire comforter. She relishes in the feeling of just existing next to him for a moment, then he shifts and rolls over, scooching close so he’s pressed against her back, wiggling of the covers to just enough to drape an arm over her waist as he presses a kiss to her shoulder.

“Mmm, good morning.” Norah Jean feels his voice rumbling through him almost more than she hears it. Only one hearing aid is on and it’s pressed into the pillow.

“G’morning,” She readjusts so she’s laying on her back, Kaidan resting his head on her shoulder now. She tugs at the blanket he’s still burrowed into. “You stole the entire comforter overnight.”

“You weren’t using it.”

“So?”

“So, I put it to good use, its cold as hell in here.” He settles down deeper into the bedding.

“It is nice in here.”

“Right. I was getting flashbacks of Noveria while I was trying to fall asleep.”

“Oh please, it’s not that bad.”

The comm system crackles and they both glance up at the speaker on the ceiling.

“Up and at em, Norah Jean! We’re 10 minutes out from the Mu relay. Might wanna head up here.”

The channel clicks closed before she can respond. Norah Jean hides her face against Kaidan’s hair for just a moment, before sighing and rolling out of bed.

“So, do I get to call you Norah Jean now?” Kaidan sits up in bed, rubbing his arms, content to watch her in the dim light for now.

“If you want, preferably not around the rest of the crew, not if we’re gonna keep this quiet.” She gestures to the general space between them as she pulls on a t-shirt. Almost immediately, she pulls it back off, throwing it at Kaidan. “That one’s yours.”

“Joker calls you Norah Jean, always wondered about that.” He finally gets out of bed, shuffling around looking for the clothes they’d left scattered around the room.

“Close friends and family. He’s both.” Norah Jean tosses another piece of his uniform at him, this time hitting him square in the face, making herself giggle. She’s standing in front of the mirror, fingers staring to comb through her hair, then swiftly braiding down its length. Pins sticking out of her mouth, she carefully winds the braid into a flat bun, pinning as she goes until its completely secure.

“Y’know, that is mesmerizing to watch. Almost as fun as finding all the pins to take it down again.” He’s sitting on the desk, tugging on his boots.

“Maybe you can put it up next time, see if you can get the bun within regulation.” Finishing the last button on her uniform shirt, she tucks her it in and fastens her belt.

“I think I’ll leave that one up to you, you’re the expert.” Boots tied, he made his way across the room to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She stood still for a moment, cleaning up her eyeliner. He rested his head on hers, eyeing her reflection. “God, you’re beautiful.” He paused a moment, grinning. “Norah Jean. Yeah, that’s good. I like that.” Hearing her name from his mouth sounded so right.

She turned around in his arms, standing on her toes to press a kiss to his lips. “We should go.”

“Mhmm, maybe just one more.” His hands cup her cheeks, and he kisses her slowly, savoring every second he gets.

Then the two of them walk out the door and pretend to be nothing more than friends while they try to save the galaxy.

-

She’s alive. She’s alive and everything hurts. She shifts and immediately freezes; white hot pain blocks every coherent thought. Alarms wail in the distance, she focuses on their sound, breathing through the pain. Most of the debris missed her on the way down. She’s not pinned under anything; she just hurts like hell. She shifts slowly, black spots dancing in her vision, working her way to a sitting position. She moves her left leg, and the pain comes again, this time she can think enough to pinpoint the source. Her knee is wrecked, probably. But it sure hurts like a bitch.

One more try. Gotta be worth one more try. She grips the low wall of a garden bed behind her as she tries to get to her good foot.

Tries.

The more she moves the more she hurts. Can’t even fucking breathe right around the shooting pain in her ribs. Swearing, she let herself sink back down to the floor. Somebody’ll find her. Eventually. Probably.

-

After two weeks of debriefings and medical paperwork and an official Alliance investigation, she was finally free. She’d been put on a week of mandatory shore leave, along with the rest of the Normandy’s Alliance crew. Looking around the courtyard, she spots Kaidan, just where he said he’d wait, and she’s making her way over to him. He looks up from his omnitool with a smile as their fields intersect.

“Hey, Norah Jean.” He gets halfway off the bench when she grabs his shirt and kisses him senseless, crutches falling to the ground. He reacts almost immediately, one hand sliding around her waist and kissing her back, oh so slowly, calming her frantic pace. When they pull away for air, his free hand cradles her face, thumb gently brushing over her cheek. He presses a kiss to her nose. “Hey, hey, we’ve got time.”

“Let’s get away, Kaidan, just the two of us.” She’s still breathless, all she wants is to kiss him again, but she settles for resting her forehead against his chest.

“You got a place in mind?”

“My grandparent’s old house, in Anchorage. Couple hours away, at least. Quiet and pretty unlikely to be occupied this time of year.”

“Then let’s get out of here.” He grabs her crutches and hands them to her, before grabbing his own bag off the bench.

-

Six hours and a trip to the grocery store later, they’re climbing out of a skycar in front of a modest looking house, twenty minutes outside the city limits of Anchorage, Alaska. Standing on the porch, Norah Jean leans her crutches against the siding to dig into a rarely used pocket of her duffel bag. She retrieves an old set of keys, unlocking the doorknob, then leaning all her weight against the door to unlock the deadbolt. The door creaks as she swings it open.

“After you.” She waves Kaidan and his armful of grocery bags into the dark house, grabbing her crutches and following him in, locking the door behind them. She flips the lights on, illuminating the living room and kitchen.

“Nice place. You spend a lot of time here?” Kaidan sets their groceries down on the counter, separating out the perishables. Norah Jean leans on the bar, smiling at him as he opens a bottle of beer and passes it to her.

“Not anymore, used to visit all the time as a kid though. Pretty sure my bedroom hasn’t changed in 20 years.” She clinks her bottle against his and takes a swig.

“Let me guess, you’ve got model ships all over your room.”

“Close. Old space stations and satellites. Plus, a scale model of the solar system, minus the sun.”

“Impressive.”

“I like to think so.”

“Can’t wait to see it.”

“You’ll see when groceries are put away.”

“And you’re not gonna help me?”

“Kaidan, if you want me in that tiny kitchen with my crutches, I’ll gladly grab one thing at a time and put it away, but I prefer to stay out of the way. This is a two-butt kitchen, max, and these crutches may as well be an extra butt.”

Kaidan laughs. “Fine, fine, but if you want another beer, you’re grabbing it yourself.”

“I can live with that.”

He puts the last few things in the cupboards, then wanders back around to the bar, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. “C’mon, Norah Jean, give me the grand tour.”

“I’m afraid it’s not all that grand, but I’ll indulge you.”

She leads him around the first floor, showing him the fireplace in the living room that’s older than half the house itself. Down the hall is a bathroom and the office that sometimes doubles as a guest room, where Kaidan spends at least 10 minutes asking questions about the artifacts and antiques in display cases along the wall. Between the two is the back door.

Upstairs was another bathroom, the master bedroom, and the other two bedrooms.

“I’d show you Jamie’s room, but I’m pretty sure it’s locked, and also I don’t care, but here’s my old bedroom in all its glory.” Norah Jean swings open the door, flicking on the light, revealing blue-black walls and ceiling, spattered with thousands of white speckles. A handful of constellations are carefully mapped out across the walls.

“Wow.” Kaidan idly traces along the lines of Orion with a finger, gazing around at the sky on her walls. “Did you paint all this?”

Norah Jean snorts, “Hell no, my grandpa did most of it, I helped. Well, I helped as much as a fidgety 5-year-old can muster when she’d rather be outside. Pretty sure there’s a few sets of handprints scattered around from me and Jamie.”

“It looks really good, it’s easy to see how you ended up in space after spending enough nights surrounded by walls like these. You’ve even got Arcturus up here. Didn’t you say you grew up there? On Arcturus station?”

“Yeah, Dad ran the garrison for a while, gave us a break from moving every other year. He didn’t get reassigned till I graduated high school, and by then I’d enlisted.” She drops her duffel bag on the floor, walking across the room to sit on the bed. “How’d you work your way back to the Alliance? After Jump Zero, I mean.”

“Time, mostly. Dad tried not to talk about it, didn’t want to push me further away.” He drops his own bag next to hers and sits on the bed beside her. “Aunt Irene, though, she wouldn’t let it go. She was always trying to talk me into the Marines, long as I can remember. It got a little better as I got older, but then after BAaT, she mostly quit talking about it, just the odd comment once or twice a year. Then a few months before my 22nd birthday, she talked me into staying a week with her and her wife in Rhode Island, to get away from Vancouver and breathe for a bit, y’know, see the Atlantic Ocean, Niagara Falls, few other places. The whole week she didn’t bring up the Alliance even one time. I got so curious that I finally cracked and asked her about it my last day there. She told me I was more than old enough to make my own choice, that she’d talked it up all she could and especially after the disaster with BAaT, all she could do now was support whatever choice I came to. I enlisted 6 months later.”

“Sounds like she really had an impact on you.”

“Yeah. She was having a blast drilling recruits out on Jump Zero when I finally decided. I think she’s still there. She’s made a hell of a reputation breaking in cadets, earned the nickname “Mad Major Mabbit”, she thinks it’s the greatest thing.”

Norah Jean stares at him, mouth hanging open. “No.”

“Yeah.”

“No, Kaidan, she took a year on Arcturus my first year of training, I swear to God she was the reason I almost dropped out. We were butting heads all year. And she’s your aunt?”

“Really? She’s the reason you nearly washed out? I wonder what she’d have to say about you now?”

“Probably not much good, I mean, we did steal the Normandy.”

Before he can say anything in response Norah Jean shivers, then, a long, low rumble of thunder rattles the house. Her face lights up and she shoots off the bed, hopping on her good leg before snatching up her crutches and racing to the window.

“It’s thundering! Let’s go downstairs and watch the storm!” She grabs her N7 hoodie from her bag, tossing it on.

Kaidan gives her a look. “You want to go sit in the rain, just because its thundering?”

“No, I want to sit under the back porch, enjoy the smell of the rain, and watch the lightning, all while staying perfectly dry.”

“Alright, I think I can get behind that.” He gets up off the bed, searching in his own bag for a jacket, pulling it on as Norah Jean works her way down the hall.

He joins her at the top of the stairs, not sure if she stopped to wait or if she doesn’t know how to get down them. Her laser focused stare down the steps says the latter.

“Do you trust me?”

She looks up at him, chewing her lip. “Why?”

“Just answer the question.”

“Yes?”

“Good, I’ll carry you down the stairs.”

Norah Jean makes an undignified squeak as he sweeps her off her feet, careful not to jostle her knee. One arm is almost uncomfortably tight around his neck, and the other grips her crutches as he walks down the stairs. He carries her to the couch, gently setting her down to let her sort herself out.

“You know, I’ve got to learn how to get down the stairs sometime this week.” She grumbles as she gets to her foot, making for the bar and their half-forgotten beers.

“Here, I’ll grab those, and some new ones. And don’t worry, I’ll let you work out the next time yourself.”

He follows her out the back door, to an old bench just out of the way of the water splashing over the edge of the gutters.

“You sure we’ll stay dry?” He passes her one of the open beers.

“Probably. Unless the wind blows this way, we’ll be fine.”

He looks out at the back yard. Lightning flashes, he counts on instinct. Thunder crashes overhead.

“Ten seconds.” She swings her good leg as she sips her beer. “Do you get a fun tingly feeling from thunderstorms? Or is it just 2.5s and 3s?”

“Sometimes. Don’t usually associate it with fun though, it’s just kinda weird feeling to me. I don’t think 2s are as sensitive to it.”

“Huh. I’ve always loved thunderstorms, partly for the feeling. Just one of those things that reminds me I’m still here. Still kicking.”

“Yeah.” He reaches for her hand and she laces her fingers with his.

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#5

It’s missing Shance hours

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#4

There is no experience like going to the cinemas to see Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021) and have the audience go fucking wild not once, not twice, but three times for the introduction of Daredevil, Tobey, and Andrew respectively.

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#3

Happy birthday to the best sharpshooter and Paladin in the galaxy 💙

28.7.21

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I hope everyone wishes the best paladin a happy birthday today 

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The fandom: 

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Newly Added Fics

July 4 - 10

🎭 Angst  |  🛸 AU  |  ☁ Fluff  |  ♥ NSFW  |  📚 Series  |  📷 Edits

Bryce x F!MC

Hand-Me-Downs - @appiomofchoice 📚 [extended: wip] (Enemies/Rivals-to-Lovers AU)

Part 11

I Love You - @lahellacute ☁ Bryce and Casey walk home after the Boards’ party, and suddenly decide to voice their love for each other... aloud. [3.16; In Love] 

Ethan Ramsey 

Moving On - @lucy-268 🎭 The end of Ethan and Tobias’ friendship at Hopkins.

Ethan x F!MC

A Birthday - @bex-la-get ☁ It’s Nat’s 28th birthday! Time to celebrate! [Birthday] 

A Reason to Celebrate - @jerzwriter ♥ Casey has completed her medical boards and, after a night of celebrating with friends, she and Ethan share a celebration of their own.

Black Coffee - @estellaelysian ☁ Sometimes coffee isn’t just a coffee.  [Pining; Ethan POV] 

Can’t Have You - @bex-la-get 🎭 After agreeing to reset, Ethan struggles with the feelings he still has for Natalie. [Pining; 2.1] 

Christen - @heauxplesslydevoted ♥ Ethan got a brand new office and we didn't get to canonically break it in so...here we are. [Office] 

Close for Comfort - @potionsprefect 🎭 He doesn’t want to spend a single second away from her but she finds it too much [Pregnancy]

Control - @utterlyinevitable ☁ They can’t be together in real life. But what if there’s a place they can simply be? Enter Lia’s idea for a Control Room. [Secret Relationship] 

Envy & Desire - @headoverheelsforramsey 🎭 Meera had a date when Ethan was in the Amazons. Ethan was always resentful towards him. But how is he going to react when he encounteres him twice? [Date; Amazon; Jealous] 

Ethan - @bex-la-get 👗📷

Feelings - @adiehardfan 📚 [mini: completed] Anna gets injured.  [Injury] 

II  |  III  |  IV

In Plain Sight - @queenbirbs 📚🛸 [mini: wip]  Warnings: mention of off-screen su*cide, language, alcohol mention

Chapter 2

LATEST TREND - @a-crepusculo ☁ Set around 2,5years after the end of Book 3.  The newest TikTok trend caught Ethan off guard. [Social Media] 

Marchia - @a-crepusculo 👗📷

Meeting Nat’s Siblings - @bex-la-get ☁ Her brother only knew three things about Ethan before they met.  [Family] 

Nat & Ethan - @bex-la-get 💒📷

Penelope Saunders - @chaoticchopshopheart 🤝

Picture us… - @jerzwriter ☁ When Ethan drives Casey home from the opera, she learns she is always closer to him than she had realized. [1.12] 

Playing to Win - @liaromancewriter ☁ Cassie and Ethan disagree about the direction of the Diagnostics Team and their personal relationship becomes collateral damage. Can they compromise enough to get it back on track? [2.6] 

Poco a Poco - @utterlyinevitable ☁ She accompanies him to an awards gala. It’s the first time they’re out in public together, and a certain doctor is appreciating the view. [Date, Gala; Protective; Pining]

Selcouth - @monsoonblooms12 🎭 Set in Book 2, Pooja gets the recognition she deserves for solving Naveen Banerji’s case.

Soulmates - @starryeyedrookie ☁ Ethan realizes that he’s found his soulmate. [Soulmates; Vacation] 

Part 1  |  Part 2

Sweet Hoax - @estellaelysian ☁ Catch and favor with a splash of fake dating.  [Fake Relationship] 

Take Me Home - @starryeyedrookie ☁ The Ramsey family take a road trip to New York to visit Evelyn’s grandparents for the weekend. [Family] 

The Viper - @jamespotterthefirst 🛸 Detective Ramsey is a step closer to capturing a notorious criminal. If only Miss Allende, a key witness, would cooperate.

What Happens in Venice, Stays in Venice - @starryeyedrookie ♥ [Vacation] 

Will You - @takeharryandgo ☁ Ethan has a very important question for Meredith. [Proposal] 

Love Triangle

Delaying the Inevitable - @jerzwriter 📚 [extended: wip] Ethan x F!MC x Tobias

Chapter 10: Unsteady

Chapter 9: What Tomorrow Holds

Rafael x F!MC

From a Distance - @potionsprefect ☁ Someone catches Rafael’s eye but he has no idea who she is

Tobias Carrick 

Moving On - @lucy-268 🎭 The end of Ethan and Tobias’ friendship at Hopkins.

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sniperscout week day 2 ft. trying to format and play among us at the same time

Day 2: Meet Cute

@sniperscout-ship-week

The Sniper looked up as the doors swung open, a gaggle of people moving through them, some towards waiting cars, some towards the parking lot, some towards the line of taxis waiting outside. He scanned the crowd, trying to spot any of the distinguishing features he’d been told about, sifting through the visual of various men in suits and women in skirts and dresses and elderly folks and small families until finally his eyes landed on one sole man, standing with his back straight and his eyes nearly shielded entirely from view by a baseball cap emblazoned with the logo of some American sports team or another. Baseball, maybe?

He scanned the line of cars, sweeping back and forth a few times, until that pair of narrowed eyes finally swept far enough to one side to land on him. A blink, a visible brightening of his posture as the kid gave him a brief up-and-down, a goofy grin.

And damn, kid really was the word to describe him. He looked like he could be in his late teens, practically, even though gossip around base was that their newest teammate was somewhere in his mid-twenties. And he wasn’t particularly muscular, at least not from what Sniper could tell, and the way he moved as he walked over was so casual, nothing like the walk of their standard hired killer. No glances over his shoulder, clearly not strapped, probably not even carrying a knife, just walking straight up to him.

“Yo, uh,” he opened with, and his tone was easygoing enough, voice louder than expected, “are you uh, that guy that Miss... Pauling, right? That Miss Pauling sent?”

He looked at the kid. “Just get in the van,” he said flatly, and stood up to move around to the driver’s side.

By the time he opened his door, the kid had just popped open his own, looked a little nervous. He was tapping a little rhythm into the door with his fingers. “Uh, pretty sure I heard somethin’ in school about not gettin’ in random dudes’ vans, at least once or twice,” he half-joked, glancing around the inside of the van. “Especially dudes who might, y’know, maybe be armed.”

“I’m definitely armed,” Sniper deadpanned, buckling his seatbelt. “I’m also the one driving you to the base. Now get in the van.”

Somewhere between him sticking the keys in the ignition and checking his left mirror, the kid got in the car, buckled his seatbelt, deposited his bag at his feet, and kicked his feet up onto the dash. He was working on rolling the window down by the time Sniper glanced over the check the right mirror, tapping a rhythm into his own leg now. Quicker than he’d expected. He took mental note of that fact. “So, uh,” the kid said, leaning to look back out the window towards the doors of the airport, “is that Pauling lady not gonna show up? She driving separate?”

“She’s at the base,” Sniper said, trying to figure o it what accent the kid had as he pulled out of the line of cars. East Coast, he knew. What was that city called?

“Okay. So are you one of those dudes I’m supposed to be workin’ with? Because she kinda mentioned that I’m gonna be on like a team with people but she didn’t name any names and she said she’s not on that team, so are you one of those guys or are you just kind of a paper-pusher too? Or do you drive full time maybe? Weird that they’d give you a freakin’ camper-van for that, like, what if you gotta drive a couple people at once, you could get maybe two other people in here, or is this not a camper-van? Is it like, weapons and shit in the back? That’d be pretty sweet—“

“Sniper,” he cut in.

“Huh?”

“I’m the Sniper. On the team,” Sniper said, still mentally trying to catch up with what all the kid was saying. “We’ve all got titles. Don’t use real names. Got yours yet?”

“Uh, yeah, I’m uh—“ He stopped to fish through his bag, coming up with some half-crumpled papers, squinted at them. “Uhhh, the uh... Renconin—no, uh, Reconescent and—and Scouting Specialize—uh, Specialite—no, wait—okay, y’know what? Scout. I’m the Scout.”

He wondered, brow furrowing, if the paper was too crumpled to read, or if the jostling of the van was throwing him off, or if the Scout just couldn’t read. “Awright. Scout it is,” he shrugged.

“Hell yeah,” he said cheerfully, sifting back comfortably in the seat again, tossing the papers back down with his bag.

The question was burning a hole through his tongue. “How old are you, exactly?”

“Twenty-three,” he said, and out of the corner of his eye Sniper could see that he was making a face. “And yeah, yeah, I know, look way younger than that, whatever, but it’s totally true. Practically twenty-four, even! Birthday’s only two months out.”

He side-eyed the man, but decided to drop it. Apparently, the Scout didn’t.

“What about you, huh?” he prodded. “Probably like thirty-five, right? Forty?”

“Late twenties,” he said dryly, not particularly wanting to get specific.

“You’re kiddin’!” He leaned over the gearshift to elbow him in the upper arm, and Sniper tensed up at it. “Hey, it’ll be nice havin’ a younger guy around, huh?”

Sniper stared out the windshield and didn’t make eye contact.

“So what’re the rest of the guys like? They cool?” he prodded further.

“We get there in half an hour, you’ll meet them yourself.”

“Yeah, but it’d be nice to know what to expect, y’know?” The kid started fishing through his bag for something. “Any of ‘em Australian like you?”

“No,” Sniper said, voice flat. He paused for a second. “Few Americans, few Europeans, a Russian, one person who we aren’t sure about. Think they’re all at least mid-thirties, oldest nearly fifty. And none of them would be this patient with your bloody badgering, so I’d recommend being a little quieter once we get there. Already I’m about three questions away from leaving you on the side of the road with a map and making you walk.”

The Scout laughed, as if he was joking, and leaned forward to fiddle with the radio, eventually finding a station that was playing music and cracking the tab on the can of soda he’d apparently had in his bag. It was mostly quiet the remainder of the drive.

-

“Badgering, you said.”

“Did not,” Sniper mumbled.

“You absolutely did!”

Scout managed to roll over onto his front without elbowing Sniper in any soft tissues, the tiny camper-van bed making any maneuvering at all a bit of a challenge, looking up at him with that goofy grin he’d become so familiar with.

“Still annoyed about my badgering?” Scout chirped.

“What do you think?” Sniper drawled, fighting to hide the little upwards tick of the corner of his mouth that always gave him away. From the little huff of a laugh that Scout gave, apparently he didn’t quite manage it.

“What was your deal, anyways?” Scout asked, shifting a little to get more comfortable. “Like, even knowin’ you a little better now I’m pretty sure you had to be in a pretty bad mood that day.”

Sniper exhaled, trying to stretch his memory back that far. It had been a few years by then, and admittedly, his memory was a little fuzzy. “Wasn’t exactly thrilled about the growing trend of me being the team driver,” he said, reasonably sure that was accurate. “Especially such a long drive.”

“Would’ve been a shorter drive if you’d gone over the speed limit,” Scout mumbled.

Sniper shot him a look, albeit with an undercurrent of amusement. “We’re not having this argument again,” he deadpanned.

“No, for sure we’re not. It’s just funny is all that you still use your turn signal in the middle of the open freakin’ desert with no other cars around—“

“Awright, if you’re gonna get on my case for being a safe driver—“

“We’re mercenaries, Snipes, Jesus Christ, what’re they gonna do, pull you over? Are one of the dozens of cops that don’t fuckin’ exist out here gonna pull you over? It’s so ridiculous, why wouldn’t you just speed up—“

Sniper leaned in and cut him off with a firm kiss on the lips, and the second Scout processed it he was leaning into it, argument almost instantly forgotten in lieu of trying to get an arm up over Sniper’s shoulders. When they parted again, a few seconds later, Scout’s grin said that he’d effectively forgotten what they were just talking about.

Or he’d figured, anyways. Because after a few seconds of looking at each other, Scout spoke. “Badgering, you said.”

Sniper picked up the pillow from behind his head and shoved it in Scout’s face, making him squawk in indignance, and tried his damndest not to smile. Unfortunately, that trick hadn’t worked for quite some time.

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Shiny

What was the last thing you spent under five dollars on? A Monster. How many times have you cried in the past week? Once or twice, not over anything major. When was the last time you saw a rainbow? Uh, does on Animal Crossing count? Because that was today lol Have you ever had feelings for someone your best friend was dating? Nope. Have you ever used your cell phone as a light source in the dark? Yes. Is there anything written on the shirt you’re wearing? Nope. Would you rather spend two days in London or a week in Finland? London. Where were you living in 1997? My hometown. How was your first kiss? It was alright. Do you still talk to the person you shared it with? No. Are you the oldest of your siblings? No. What're your initials? AVW. What does that middle initial stand for? Victoria. When was the last time you kissed someone? Last night. Do you regret it? Absolutely not. How long is it until your next birthday and how old will you be? About 7 months. I'll be 33. What was the last song you heard? Idk. Do you have any tattoos? I have ten. How would you react if you found out you were pregnant right now? I would be VERY unhappy. What's your mother’s maiden name? M. How many people do you know with the same first name as you? One, personally. Are you related to a Johanna? No. Have you ever hugged an Eric? Probably. Have you ever ridden in a car with a Brooke? I don't think so. Have you ever kissed a Jesse? No. Have you ever worked with a Heather? Yes. Have you ever dated a Ryan? No, but I hooked up with one. Which of your friends would be most likely to become a stripper? I'm already friends with strippers and ex-strippers. How long has it been since you showered? Yesterday. Where did you or do you go to high school? In my hometown. What's the nearest red object to you? Part of the hamburger bun package next to me on the table. Do you have a birthmark and if so, where? I don't. Who was the last person to let you down? Myself. When was the last time someone gave you flowers? Valentine's Day. Would you ever consider getting back together with an ex? No thankssss. Do you like it when someone takes you by surprise and kisses you? If it's Justin. Can you name a movie that makes you cry? Green Mile. What's your natural hair color? Brown. Do you sleep naked? Rarely. Is smoking a turn-off when it comes to being interested in someone? Nope. Have you ever dated someone who had kids? Yes, but they were my own kids haha What was the last book you read? I'm reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix to the boys. Have you kissed someone four or more years older than you? Yes. How about younger? Not 4 years younger, but yes, younger. Were your parents married when you were born? Yes, they got married while my mom was pregnant with me. Were you born before 1990? Yes. Is your hair longer than your shoulders? No. Why did you miss the last call you missed? I ignored it. Have you ever been pulled over twice in one day? No. When you need to vent, who do you turn to? Usually Justin. When was the last time you went to the movies with someone? UGH IT'S BEEN SO LOOOOONG. Are you comfortable in your own skin? Sometimes. Have you ever been told you’re a flirt? Yes. Are there any candles in the room with you? No. Does the last person you kissed have tattoos? Yes. Do you live within twenty miles of where you were born? Yes. Is it after five PM? Not quite. Is there someone you always call or text when you’re drunk? I don't drink anymore. Have you ever been engaged? Yes. Has anyone seen you naked in the last week? Yes. Were you dating anyone in October 2008? No. Where was your current profile picture taken? My room. Is your birthday in April? Nope. Are you a Libra? Nope. If you found twenty dollars, what would you spend it on? Cigarettes, probably. What's your favorite holiday? Fourth of July. Do you believe the saying that experience is the best teacher? Sure. When you’re at home with nothing to do, do you typically find yourself walking around or sitting about randomly wearing different clothing throughout the day, or do you usually stick to one outfit? Usually just one outfit unless the weather changes midday, as it wont to do in Texas. When at home with nothing to do, do you wear socks? No. When at home with nothing to do, do you typically spend your time in bed, on the couch in your living room, sitting in the kitchen or at your desk, or do you go between them all or some other variation? Bed, usually. What're things that you commonly do when you’re bored and can’t go out for whatever reason? Play video or phone games, watch Netflix. Do you watch TV when at home with nothing else to do, or do you spend most of your time reading? Both. What do you usually watch? Whatever I'm currently binging or maybe a couple movies. Depends on my mood. Do you wear socks to bed? No. What do you hate or love about jeans and sweatpants? I like how comfy they are, but there's like 8 months of the year I don't get to wear them bc it's hot af. How and in what situations do you usually wear them? Idfk, jesus. What about underwear? What about them?? What type of underwear do you prefer? Boy-cut. Is daytime television really starting to get to you and if so, why or are you addicted to it? No. You’re at home a lot when you’re not at school or working, aren’t you? Not really. What clothing do you sleep in? Usually just a shirt and undies. Is your bed actually a bed? Yes?? Do you prefer other sleeping arrangements rather than the usual bed and if so, why? No. Is your room a mess constantly and if so, why? Yes, because I'm lazy lol Is your new clothing constantly getting ragged and worn-out during short periods of time and you’re not sure why? Nope. How often do you shower? Every day or every other day. Do you wear a lot of make-up, some make-up or no make-up? Some. What’s your favorite make-up? Eyeshadow and mascara. Could you go out in public without make-up? Yes, but I don't too often. Do you do your nails often? No. What color are your fingernails? There's some tiny pieces of chipped charcoal gray polish lol How about your toenails? Charcoal gray, not chipped, bc for some reason it lasts forever on toenails lol Heels or flats? Flats Eyeliner or mascara? Mascara. Lip gloss or lipstick? Lipstick. Eyelash curler or tweezers? Tweezers. Vans or Converse? Converse. Nike or Adidas? Neither. What color are your socks? I'm not wearing any. What color's your bra? I'm not wearing that either. Are you wearing skinny jeans? No, leggings. Do you think you set or follow trends? Follow, I suppose. Have you ever done something just to fit in? When I was younger. Do you go to the mall often? God no. Do you have many friends? Sure. Do you dislike any of your friends? No. What’s your best friend ever's name? Justin, Kelsi, Krystle. Have you ever had a down moment with that person? Yes. What's your most memorable moment with that person? Idk. Who was your most recent missed call from? An unknown one. Who was the last person you called? My mother. What does your fifth message in your inbox say? My texts aren't done like that. Who was it from? -- Are you single or taken? I'm in a relationship. If you're taken, by who? I'm with Justin. What color are your eyes? Dark brown. What’s your favorite color? Grey. What song are you listening to right now? Whatever is on the computer game my youngest is playing. Do you like to dance? Sometimes. Do you like to sing? Yes. Do you believe in love at first sight? No. How about true love? Yes. Do you believe in bros before hoes? Ugh. Are you a whore? Nope. Are most of your friends guys or girls? It's pretty even. What's your favorite candy? Trolli gummy worms, Reese's. What's your favorite ice cream flavor? Rocky Road. Have you ever cried yourself to sleep? Yes. Have you ever slept on your computer? Probably. What's the longest you’ve used your computer? Idk. What's your favorite smiley? Just the generic ones. Do you edit your profile often? No. Have you ever been in a fist fight? Not really. Do you want to? Nope. Have you ever thought about having sex? I mean, yeah. Have you ever babysat and if so, who? Yeah, lots of kids. Have you ever waited so long for something you wanted to happen so bad? Probably. Have you ever not been yourself to impress someone? In the past, sure. Have you ever done yourself up very pretty with so much make-up and a whole different outfit to make a guy like you? Not to "make" a guy like me, but maybe because I wanted to look pretty for someone. Have you ever betrayed someone? Yes. Water or soda? Water. Coke or Pepsi? Coke. Looking behind you, what’s there? My kids' dresser that I took out of their room five years ago bc they kept jumping off of it, and I just never put it back lol Have you ever been rejected or dumped? Sure. Have you ever thought about what school would be like if someone didn’t go there? No. Do you hate anyone? Nah. What’s your locker number? I don't have a locker. Do you have good hygiene? Yes. Have you ever danced in front of the mirror? Yes. Are you craving something? I'm already snacking on what I was craving, guacamole. If you could have one thing right now, what would it be? That lol Would you rather have ten kids or none? Omg, none lol Is your bed against more than one of your walls? No. What’s on your mind right now? This survey, the episode of Breaking Bad I'm watching, and my snack. Are you there for your friends? Yes. Who was the last person to see you cry? My kids and their dad. What do you do when you get nervous? Fidget. Do you like people in general? No. How old do you think you'll be when you finally have kids? I was 19 with my oldest, 22 with my youngest. Does anyone completely understand you? Sure. Would you be happier if life had a rewind button? No. Do you tell your mom or dad everything? No. Does it matter to you if your boyfriend or girlfriend smokes? It doesn't. Are you going to get hurt anytime soon by someone? I hope not... This time last year, can you remember who you loved? Yes, it's the same person I love now. Do you think more about the past, present or future? Future. How many hours of sleep do you get a night? Not enough at all. Are you easy to get along with? I like to think so. Do you hate the last girl you had a conversation with? No, she's my best friend. What was the last drink that you put in your mouth? Water. What size bed do you have? Queen. Do you start the water before you get in the shower or when you get in? Before, so I can adjust the temp before I get in Do you like the rain? I do, unless it's been raining nonstop, like it is now. Do you think someone's thinking about you right now? Meh. Have you ever been hurt by someone you never thought would hurt you? Yes. Your parents are out of town, so would you throw a massive party? I'm 32. Do you regret a past relationship? Nah. Would you rather spend a Friday night at a concert or a crazy party? Concert. Do you tend to fall for the same type of person over and over? No. What're you doing tomorrow? Hopefully sleeping in late, hanging out with Kelsi at some point. Have you ever fallen asleep on someone? Yes. How has the past week been for you? Not bad, actually. Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to? Yes. What were you doing at midnight last night? Hanging out with Justin, watching Hunter x Hunter. What's your current mood? Good, slightly bored. Who was the first person you talked to today? My kiddos. Will this week be a good one? It's almost over, it's been decent. Did anything happen to you within the past month that made you really happy? Probably. Who were you with last night? Justin. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? No. When's the next time you'll kiss someone? Next time I see Justin, which should be Saturday. Who should start the kiss, the girl or the boy? Jesus. Do you have any plans for the weekend? Hanging out with Kelsi tomorrow, hanging out with Needles, Justin, and Carly on Saturday.