#19 peach falls

[cookiekissers]

Hi, I just discovered your CRK profile and I can say I simply LOVED it. I would like to commission a piece featuring Peach Blossom Cookie.In the scene, he invites the reader to walk under the cherry blossom trees and then they have a picnic where he and the reader start enjoying some peach-shaped sweets. During this, he confesses his feelings to the reader, and they end up kissing, with a light touch of nsfw at the end! No need for them to go all the way, hickeys, kisses, and neck bites are enough! (Make the reader big and rough to contrast with Peach Blossom, Peach blossom dom pls )

I am 19 years old, I am of legal age! :)

[Peach Blossom Cookie x Male Reader]

ahhh thank you so much! Happy to hear you enjoyed my writing! <3 also hell yeah dom top peach blossom 🤟

Petals danced around you as you walked under the blooming cherry blossom trees with Peach Blossom Cookie firmly clinging to your arm. You could feel his hands massaging your muscles lightly.

"Your arms are so strong, Y/N Cookie~" He giggled. "But you feel a bit tense, is something the matter?" Peach Blossom Cookie asked innocently. You avoided his eyes with a bit of a pout. He always teased you like this.

"I'm fine," you replied quietly. "Are we almost there?" You quickly changed the subject, sensing that something was off. It made you a bit bashful since Peach Blossom Cookie was noticeably more affectionate than usual. He was a caring and warm Cookie in general, but when he was alone with you his attention became more... intimate.

"Almost~" Peach Blossom Cookie giggled. "It's such a beautiful spot, perfect for a picnic, so I had to take you here." He smiled warmly. Your heart quickened, though you tried to urge it not to at the sight of his lovely smile.

The spot Peach Blossom Cookie brought you to was a small, secluded clearing surrounded by large cherry trees in full bloom. The branches above created a thick canopy of blossoms and leaves, providing pleasant shade.

Peach Blossom Cookie pulled out a large blanket from the wicker basket he was carrying. Even though you offered to help him carry the supplies, he insisted on doing it himself and even shooed you away when you tried to assist with setting up the picnic. Peach Blossom Cookie happily prepared the picnic spread, taking great care to ensure everything was perfect and in its place. You didn't understand his commitment to detail for a simple, casual picnic but a part of you appreciated him going through the trouble for you.

Once it was finally ready, Peach Blossom Cookie gestured for you to come sit beside him, patting the blanket with a cute smile on his face. You did as requested, but you were a little hesitant. You tried not to let your mind wander as you sat beside Peach Blossom Cookie, who looked so perfect against the pink falling petals.

Peach Blossom Cookie took your hand into his. You looked up in surprise at his action, but he didn't meet your gaze, instead choosing to focus on the picnic basket set in front of him. He kept your hand in his as he opened the basket, pulling out the various snacks and desserts. Colorful macarons that resembled peaches, chocolate-covered strawberries, and longevity peach buns. The buns were neatly packed in their own small bamboo steam basket.

Peach Blossom Cookie gingerly picked up one of the peach macarons and smiled.

"I made these for you, my dear. Please, try one," he said softly, his eyes sparkling with warmth. Peach Blossom Cookie offered the delicate macaron, but you found yourself leaning away slightly as he tried to feed it to you, overwhelmed by the tenderness of the action. Heat crept to your cheeks as you felt a flutter in your chest, caught between shyness and the allure of his affectionate gaze.

"You didn't have to go through all the trouble just for me." You muttered, quickly turning away so Peach Blossom Cookie didn't see the blush dusting your cheeks.

Peach Blossom Cookie was a great friend to you and he cared for you deeply. And you cared for him, albeit in your own aloof way. He would be overly affectionate sometimes, but you never really minded. Even now, as his hand remained firmly wrapped around yours, you couldn't help but feel a warm glow in your chest.

"You're my dear friend. Of course, I wanted to do this for you," he answered earnestly. His words gave you a fluttery feeling in your stomach, and you raced to stuff down the feeling as quickly as possible.

"Still... it's very thoughtful of you," you said quietly. You gently placed your free hand over his and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Thank you," you mumbled, feeling slightly embarrassed. Peach Blossom Cookie's face brightened, clearly pleased with your gratitude. He playfully pressed the dessert lightly against your lips.

"Now say 'ahh'~!" Peach Blossom Cookie laughed. This time, you accepted it with a small smile. He waited patiently as you chewed thoughtfully. The crispy, but still soft cookie mixed with the feather-light cream in the middle surrounded a center of sweet peach jam. It was clear that Peach Blossom Cookie had put in a lot of care when making these sweets for you.

"It's really good." You praised. Peach Blossom Cookie beamed at your praise and released his grip on your hand so he could reach out and cup your cheek, brushing a stray crumb or two from the corner of your mouth with his thumb. You felt your heart suddenly jump in your chest as Peach Blossom Cookie leaned forward slightly, his soft face inches away from yours.

"I'm so happy you like them." He whispered softly, his pale dough painted with a bright blush. You felt your whole body tingle beneath his touch.

"Y/N Cookie... there's another reason why I brought you out for a picnic." Peach Blossom Cookie admitted. You stared into his eyes, completely mesmerized. Swallowing thickly, you knew where this was going, and just the thought made your stomach twist with a flurry of butterflies. Peach Blossom Cookie's eyes flickered briefly to your parted lips.

"You mean so much to me, and I realized, that I'm in love with you, Y/N Cookie." He confessed.

You froze as the words sunk in. Love. Peach Blossom Cookie loved you? Your mind was a whirl of thoughts. How long had Peach Blossom had these feelings for you?

It almost didn't seem real, like he was simply teasing you like he had always done. But there was no mistaking his words and they rang true throughout your entire being, making your heart skip a beat.

Before you could even think of a response, Peach Blossom Cookie cupped your face with his hands, and closed the distance between your lips. He kissed you, softly and tentatively as if testing the waters before eagerly deepening the kiss as if he could no longer hold himself back. Your mind went blank, and the only thing you could think of was that you wanted to kiss him back.

Peach Blossom Cookie slid his arms over your broad shoulders and straddled your lap. You wrapped your arms around him in turn. Peach Blossom Cookie moved his lips against yours passionately, kissing you as if he had been wanting to do this forever, as if he were starving for your touch this entire time.

You mind was so hazy with affection that you didn't even realize what was happening until you were flat on your back, and Peach Blossom Cookie had pinned you to the ground. He trailed kisses across your jawline and neck, breathing heavily while kissing every inch of exposed dough his soft lips could reach. Your hands flew up to grip his slim back is surprise as you jumped slightly at the sensation of Peach Blossom Cookie sucking a hickey into your dough. You couldn't keep a moan from slipping past your lips and panting needily, your head fell back, exposing your throat to Peach Blossom Cookie, allowing him better access to mark your neck.

"Oh, my sweet Y/N Cookie... I've been waiting for this day for so long~," Peach Blossom Cookie whispered against your dough as he continued to suck on the sensitive spots along your neck. You shivered at his words, his hot breath tickling your dough and sending a rush of pleasure through your veins.

You let out a yelp of surprise as you felt Peach Blossom Cookie suddenly bite you. You could hear him chuckle deeply at your reaction. You were unable to form any coherent thought or words, your vision tunneling as he began to leave love bite after love bite all over you.

You had known Peach Blossom Cookie for a while, but you never expected something like this from him. Despite his slim frame and pretty looks, he had surprised you with his sudden strength, and never did you think he could be so... dominate.

Peach Blossom Cookie's lips worked expertly over your neck, leaving marks on your dough with each lick and nip. He kissed each hickey and love bite affectionately when he was done. The sensations alone were enough to make you dizzy with pleasure, and your hands gripped his back tightly. You hips bucked involuntarily and you swore quietly when Peach Blossom Cookie paused.

"Sorry..." You muttered in embarrassment at your own body's excitement.

Peach Blossom Cookie chuckled as he lifted his head to look into your eyes.

"You don't need to apologize. It's quite alright. I know you are not used to being touched so intimately, my dear." He teased. You frowned in annoyance.

"Hey-!" You began to protest with a grumble, but Peach Blossom Cookie quickly silenced you by leaning back and grinding himself against you, making you gasp.

"It's alright. I'm a little excited myself." Peach Blossom Cookie giggled suggestively. "The picnic can wait. After all, I want you to enjoy my gift to you~" He purred, leaning down again, his teeth grazing your neck, ready to strip you and expand his marking to the rest of your body.

You didn't expect things to turn out this way when going on a picnic with Peach Blossom Cookie, but you couldn't say you disliked the results.

[sylusjinwoon]

This is such a random question but have you ever written a story where the reader goes with jinwoo to the international guild conference(I think thats what its called)

Im not asking you to write it, you’ve already written so much. Its just that you have so many works I struggle to find a specific one

Byeeeeeee! Have a good day/sweet dreams

hey sweetheart! and no, i don’t believe i wrote a story where the reader attends a conference with jinwoo. however, i can help you find a specific jinwoo story that i have personally written to suit your needs! so i have made a summary of every single jinwoo story i have written under the cut with their links ♡ !

1. { sparkle } - first jinwoo story i have ever written told in jinwoo’s POV where he realizes he’s in love with reader

2. { 3RR0R } - where the system shows jinwoo that his soulmate is not cha hae-in

3. { pillowtalk } - reader speaks to jinwoo about her love for him while he sleeps.

4. { season’s call } - reader is constantly under protection from jinwoo’s shadow soldiers.

5. { hold me like a grudge } - investigator!jinwoo protects the reader while hiding a secret from her.

6. { surround you } - jinwoo is away on a business trip, leaving reader alone as she muses on how much she misses him.

7. { like you do } - reader is a young woman living in the real world who gets the chance to live out her dreams of being with jinwoo in his world.

8. { butterfly kisses } - reader comforts jinwoo during a bad day.

9. { love letter of flowers } - florist! reader and s-rank hunter! jinwoo fall in love 💐

10. { slow dancing in the dark } - reader sees jinwoo dancing with hae-in and feels envious.

11. { boyfriend headcanons } - general fluff headcanons

12. { arise } - reader is resurrected as one of jinwoo’s shadow soldiers due to a tragic event.

13. { rose-colored boy } - jinwoo takes care of a sick and feverish reader.

14. { sands of time } - academy arc; reader can’t stand jinwoo and lowkey hates him… or does she?

15. { light in the darkness } - antares!jinwoo basks in the reader’s softness.

16. { tiptoe } - reader is kept hostage as potential leverage, but it fails when jinwoo brutally attacks her captors to teach them a lesson.

17. { snooze } - reader loves to humble jinwoo by calling him dorky nicknames.

18. { enough is enough } - reader and jinwoo get into an argument.

19. { motherland } - jinwoo comforts reader after her failures.

20. { love me for me } - reader can’t stand being second best to her sister, hae-in.

21. { follow you } - reader becomes anxious at work due to a persistent co worker who can’t leave her alone…

22. { house of gold } - jinwoo fumbles his proposal LMAO

23. { headfirst for halos } - first yandere jinwoo fic.

24. { penpal } - academy arc; jinwoo wishes to get closer to his beloved reader.

25. { proud to be yours } - jinwoo makes a huge announcement during a press conference.

26. { the dark knight } - reader is a capable hunter who can’t stand it when jinwoo purposely prevents her from attending raids.

27. { musings for yandere jinwoo } - more yandere stuff

28. { moonlight } - jinwoo becomes captivated by reader when she calls him a strangely unique nickname.

29. { anomaly } - reader gets isekai’d into the world of solo leveling.

30. { of gifts and curses } - jinwoo muses how his strength and power are for the sake of protecting his beloved…

31. { reader inserts } - reader gets emotionally scarred after reading a painful reader insert.

32. { too sweet } - jinwoo falls in love with a reader who is the embodiment of sunshine.

33. { peaches } - a love story between jinwoo and the reader whom he has always loved.

34. { the only exception } - yandere jinwoo who falls head over heels for reader at first sight, willing to do anything to keep her by his side.

35. { selfish } - jinwoo being a jealous bby 🥰

36. { belong to you } - 100% jinwoo spice / thirst post

37. { touch starved } - jinwoo tries to woo (lmao) the reader and win her heart ♡

38. { cry for me } - another thirst post based on an ask ♡

39. { lover is a day } - comfort fic for jinwoo

40. { heartbreak feels so good } - reader is embarrassed with having a one night stand with jinwoo and wishes to forget. unfortunately for her, jinwoo wants nothing more than to remember and finally claim reader as his.

41. { marked by you } - more thirst posts for jinwoo

42. { the prince and the pauper } - historical romance / fairytale au with prince jinwoo sung and a commoner reader

43. { darling } - a yandere story with a twist. yandere jinwoo and yandere hae-in are deeply in love with the reader and would kill each other just to have you all to themselves…

44. { company } - lmaoo reader keeps friendzoning jinwoo, and he hates it.

45. { autobiography } - reader is an author that wants to write jinwoo's biography; what more can i say? 🥰

46. { perfect } - 18+ only, another thirst post for jinwoo

47. { saturn } - will jinwoo learn to love the reader’s true self hidden beneath a cheerful façade?

48. { slow it down } - boy next door jinwoo! what more can i say 🤭🥰

49. { that green gentleman (things have changed) } - single dad! jinwoo x daycare worker! reader

50. { god is a woman } - 18+ thirst post / drabble

51. { the admirer } - jinwoo loves to annoy the reader to capture her attention

52. { not a want but a need } - 18+ thirst drabble

53. { marry me } - the title says it all, really 🤭

54. { your heart belongs to me } - another 18+ thirst post

55. { the haunted one } - academy arc story where reader can see jinwoo’s shadow soldiers and becomes terrified of him.

56. { me + you } - another cute academy arc story where reader is struggling with math and jinwoo tutors her

57. { of painful auras and cute boys } - university au; reader has a migraine and needs to be saved;;; but by who ;3c

[f1-chaos]

I’m trying to put together a playlist of songs Oscar mentioned or used in his social media posts. It’s far from complete, let me know songs I should add (and their source please ☺️)

Updated: 15/May

Clothouse - Hector CT (TikTok, 15/MAY)

Move Your Body (Future House) - Tchami (TikTok, 06/MAY)

No Bad Vibes - Jazzy, KILIMANJARO (Instagram, 06/MAY)

Oh Honey - Angelo Ferreri (Instagram, 05/MAY)

Back in the Dance - Darius Syrossian (TikTok, 05/May)

Like This - ZARG (Instagram, TikTok, 05/MAY)

So Good - NOSI (Instagram, TikTok, 28/APR) note: it’s the song in the background of the video, not soundtrack

CALMNESS - MVTRIIIX, Kingpin Skinny Pimp (Instagram, TikTok 26/APR)

Shapes (Oh Will) - Sammy Virji (TikTok, 22/APR)

Nostalgia - Sammy Virji, Issey Cross (Instagram, 21/APR)

Stay - FISHER (Instagram, TikTok, 20/APR)

What Does It Take - Cody Wong (TikTok, 14/APR)

Racing Green (Disrupta Remix) - High Contrast (Instagram, TikTok 13/APR)

Rally House - valtis (Instagram, TikTok, 12/APR)

GLUE (DnB) - VULTURE$ (Instagram, TikTok, 11/APR)

Automatic - Silva Bumpa (Instagram, 9/APR)

Rave Out - Turno, Skepsis, Charlotte Plank (Instagram, TikTok, 7/APR)

The Final Countdown - Europe (Oscar’s pick for karaoke song, YouTube, Which Driver Has The Best Karaoke Pick? on F1 channel, 02/APR)

Wacuka - AVAION, Sofiya Nzau (Instagram, TikTok, 24/MAR)

LETS GO - Lykia (Instagram, TikTok, 23/MAR)

Find My Way Home - Sammy Virji (Instagram, 17/MAR)

Ventriloquist - Chris Gresswelll (Instagram, TikTok, 6/MAR) Note: also recommended in the 3/MAR video

Big Dawgs - Hanumankind, Kalmi (Instagram, TikTok, 22/JAN)

Baiana (Sped Up) - Bakermat (TikTok, 17/MAR)

I Guess We’re Not The Same - Sammy Virji (TikTok, 3/MAR)

Not Like Us - Kendrick Lamar (Instagram, TikTok, 13/FEB)

Chihiro - Gravagerz (TikTok, 31/JAN)

Real Love - Retrowaves (TikTok, 24/JAN)

The Days (NOTION Remix) - Chrystal (TikTok, 19/JAN) Note: also recommended in the 3/MAR video

Who Loves The Sun - Jo. Ke (TikTok, 13/JAN and 29/JUL)

It’s That Time (FISHER remix) - Marlon Hoffstadt (TikTok, 16/DEC)

Peach - salute, Sammy Virji (TikTok, 10/DEC)

Let Go - Duskus (TikTok, 02/DEC)

If U Need It - Sammy Virji (TikTok, 25/NOV)

Somedays - Sonny Fodera, Jazzy, D.O.D (TikTok, 05/NOV)

Thunderstruck - AC/DC (TikTok, 22/OCT)

Way Down We Go - KALEO (TikTok, 06/OCT)

Let It Happen - Matt Frank & The Manic Moon (TikTok, 24/SEP)

Safe and Sound - Capital Cities (TikTok, 17/SEP) Note: version used was “slowed + reverb”

I Follow Rivers - Lykke Li (TikTok, 18/AUG)

Praise Jah In The Moonlight - YG Marley (TikTok, 25/MAY)

Greedy - Tate McRae (TikTok, 22/MAY)

M to the B - Millie B (TikTok, 28/APR)

Bring It Back - Sosa (UK) (TikTok, 18/APR)

Check Da Method - SonoTWS (TikTok, 16/APR)

Lose Yourself - Eminem (Oscar’s hype song, Ride along with Robert and Oscar - Prema Youtube, 21/OCT 2021)

Streetside - Bru C, Bou (Oscar’s song to fall asleep?, other hype song, Ride along with Robert and Oscar - Prema Youtube, 21/OCT 2021)

Don’t Worry Be Happy - Bobby McFerrin (Oscar’s song for a happy moment, Ride along with Robert and Oscar - Prema Youtube, 21/OCT 2021)

Tri Poloski - Davay (Oscar’s song for sleeping, Ride along with Robert and Oscar - Prema Youtube, 21/OCT 2021)

[irradiatedpathogen]

8LACK SAPPHIRE REDESIGN

This guy had like WAY too much purple had to tone it down somehow

EXPLAINING THE HEADCANONS

8one cancer- this was completely a joke until it wasnt and decided that 8efore the fall of the beasts sapphire and candy apple were extremely ill (dunno what candy has) and were sealed with shadow milk 8efore they died where they 8ecame a kinda false dream version of themself which they thank shadow milk for (also he has cancer in his right leg, uses his wings to kinda fly him up so he doesmt have to put pressure on his legs/ ALSO HIS STAFF USED TO 8E A CANE)

gargyole- they both have wings like demons 8ut also sapphire is grey like stone so i decided to make them gargyoles (with horns and tails) that protect sm, also 8ecause i imagine they died togather where candy apples bosd fightbis kinda like on a perch

one eye- he just hurt his eye which was just stoned over when he died, also his bones are now made of stone since they were also damaged

gay- pretty self explainatory, 8ut also id like to imagine he was closeted when he was alive and candy apple still (somehow) doesnt know

adoptive cousins- their parents where related 8ut their kids are 8oth adopted (also theyre 8asically the only family eachother have)

8ONUS- i feel like sm kindom is just "land of the escapists" and the kindom we see is just what sm created after his fall (and some time before it) to use to torment his citizens 8ut also used it as something ingnore the fact he was trapped for how many years.

-sapphires tumors are close to his hips wich makes one side bigger than the other

-sapphire is dating clover cookie 8ecause yes

-they are 15 and 19 FOREVER, 8ut also clover ages really slow so ma8ey by the time clover starts getting older sapphire wont 8e undead, 8ut prolly not

-the family they were adopted into was pretty rich, but like old money

-also each 8east had their own version of their people 8eing sealed away (shadows is an illusion stuck in some type of hump back day)(mystics was all stuck on that moutain and literally only consists of cloud haetae and peach blossom, both are litterally what they are like, not cookies, 8ut spirits)(spicys was left in a destructive desert contantly wondering, most likely dying to the area aka going STRAIGHT to the after life instead of joining the spice army to kill golden cheese)(sugars are all trapped in instrements cause i imagine her kingdom will 8e like the classical music place from trolls world tour)(salts will pro8a8ly 8e like an ocean or sum shit idk ma8ey theyre stuck in the fucking moon)

[nizhspo]

saltwater secrets

chapter seven: final set

genre: haikyuu fic, slow burn

pairing: tooru oikawa x reader

links: m.list, next

you get to the courts early.

the breeze is soft, sky a little hazy, and there’s already a crowd forming: teenagers in swimsuits, teams stretching on the sand, a half-broken speaker blasting nelly somewhere in the background. the bracket’s duct-taped to a fold-out table by the concession tent, and the paper already looks sun-warped and water-stained.

you and akaashi are in your pink tie-dye field day champs shirts, already catching a few second glances and muffled laughter. you don’t care. it’s part of the charm now. he adjusts the collar of his shirt, says, “we look ridiculous.”

“we look unforgettable,” you correct.

he hums. lets you have that one.

the first match is nothing. not even a warmup. you’re up against team peaches, two girls from your school’s cheer team who entered just to “try something new for the summer.” they show up in rhinestoned crop tops and lip gloss, their glitter reflecting in the sun like sequins. they spend more time posing for pictures than touching the ball. one of them screams every time her foot hits the sand wrong.

they’re sweet, and to their credit, they don’t quit, but you beat them 25–5, and three of their points are from your own serves going long.

“we’re officially villains,” akaashi says as you walk off.

you grin, but the second match isn’t cute. it’s grueling.

your opponents this time are tsubaki and ryo, both tall, tanned, and silent, in matching black tanks that say twin fang in silver sharpie. they don’t talk. they don’t joke. they just play. hard. sharp hits, tight digs, wicked court awareness. they pick apart your spacing. force you off rhythm. every point feels like dragging your body up a hill with your teeth. sand sticks to your knees, to your shoulders, to the inside of your socks.

after one especially brutal rally, you slam your hands on your thighs and say, “we’re not gonna make it.”

akaashi looks over calmly, handing you your water without hesitation. “yes, we are.”

“we’re dying.”

“it’s just volleyball. and you’re not dying.”

“my legs say otherwise.”

he doesn’t flinch. “then we’ll win before they give out.”

and somehow, you do. 25—23.

last point comes from akaashi digging up a hit that should’ve ended it and you flicking it barely over the net. you fall forward into the sand when it’s over, chest heaving. akaashi offers you a hand. doesn’t say i told you so. just pulls you up.

between rounds, you spot bokuto and kuroo off to the side, sitting under a beach umbrella and eating orange slices like they’ve been here for a picnic.

“we destroyed them,” bokuto says, waving at you.

“you tripped on your own set,” kuroo replies. “it was a close game.”

“strategy,” bokuto insists, wiping his face with a towel.

they’ve been playing like maniacs: wild, chaotic, almost clashing. bokuto’s all explosive swings and emotional spikes, kuroo’s more surgical and sarcastic, but they’re making it work on pure friendship. it’s kind of impressive.

“you guys holding up?” kuroo asks.

“barely,” you mutter.

“see that’s how you know it’s real,” bokuto says, throwing you a half-melted granola bar.

the third match is easier, almost suspiciously so. two guys from aoba johsai in long board shorts and custom visors, calling themselves team beachshift. they’re solid, sure, but you and akaashi have already been through the storm. this is sun after rain. everything clicks again. you’re moving like you’re supposed to. passing sharp, hitting clean, covering each other’s space without even talking about it. the match ends at 25—19.

you don’t say it, but it feels good. like you’re getting it back. like this isn’t just some fun spring moment and you’re still a sophomore on the volleyball court, no injury in sight.

on the way back to the sidelines, you catch a familiar voice.

“you’re doing pretty well for two people who dressed like camp counselors.”

iwaizumi is standing near the bracket table, arms crossed, grinning at you. he looks solid: sun-browned, already sweating through his shirt, expression soft like always.

you laugh. “i’m gonna take that as a compliment.”

“it is one,” he shrugs. “you look good out there.”

oikawa appears beside him a moment later. you can feel it before you see him.

he looks… devastating.

hair tousled and damp. actual sand in his curls. skin golden and sun-warmed. a thin silver chain tucked into his collar, shirt clinging to his back from the heat. there’s a shimmer of sweat on his neck that looks like it belongs in a commercial.

he looks at you, eyes scanning you lazily, then shifts to akaashi just a little too long.

“you and akaashi, huh?”

his tone’s easy. but the words sit sideways in your chest.

“teammates,” you say, cool.

he nods once. “right.”

nothing else. just that single word, right.

he walks off. iwaizumi offers you a small smile and jogs after him, probably to make sure he doesn’t start talking trash to strangers.

akaashi watches the whole thing in silence.

when oikawa’s out of earshot, he says, “…he’s very dramatic.”

you laugh. maybe too loudly. “understatement.”

he glances at you sideways. “he’s also not wrong. we’re a good team.”

you look at him. really look at him: skin flushed, hair sticking to his forehead, face calm like always.

“we are,” you say, bumping your shoulder lightly into his.

you’re stretching at the edge of the court when you see yachi, running across the beach in her platform flip-flops, holding a poster board above her head that says FIELD DAY CHAMPS in bubble letters outlined with glitter gel pen.

you don’t even get a word out before she’s waving it around like it’s a flag. “gooo besties! go you and akaashi!”

akaashi blinks. “we have signage?”

“you have me,” yachi says proudly, spinning to reveal her shirt.

on the front of it, taped, with three visible strips of dollar store scotch tape is a black-and-white printout of bokuto’s face, cut into a heart shape and slightly crinkled.

akaashi stares. “is that… bokuto?”

“yes,” she says. “i’m a multi-fan.”

“we’re honored,” you tell her, fighting a smile.

your opponents this round are team stormshift: two players from a private school just outside town. tomo & hayate. both experienced. both quick. they’re in matching blue tanks with their school’s crest, looking like they’ve been training all year for this.

it’s hard. from the start.

long rallies. smart serves. you dive more than you have all day. akaashi’s voice stays in your ear: low, steady, just loud enough to hear over the wind and the crowd.

the score climbs. point by point.

18-19.

20-22.

22-22.

23–24.

you don’t speak. you just breathe.

akaashi serves. you scramble to dig a short return. you see it float. watch him move. hear the thud of the ball hitting the sand on the far right corner.

25-24.

next serve, you both play like it’s instinct. set, spike, cover.

point. match. 26-24.

you fall backward into the sand, chest heaving, hand on your ribs. akaashi crouches beside you, sweat dripping from his jaw, breath shallow.

you fist bump in silence. yachi’s screaming from the sideline. “you’re going to semis!”

you laugh. maybe cry. it’s hard to tell with the salt in your eyes.

later, you catch a match on the far court: oikawa and iwaizumi. you weren’t planning on watching. you just… stop.

he plays like it’s nothing. like he’s meant to be there.

his serves are precise. clean. fast. the ball curves like it’s been coached into submission. he sets like he’s sketching a line between heaven and earth. doesn’t even have to look sometimes. just flicks his wrist, turns, and iwaizumi is already there.

and the crowd? they’re watching him.

especially the girls.

a whole group of them standing off to the side, cheering every point, some of them literally gasping when he dives. you watch him chase a tip, land in the sand on one arm, pop back up like it didn’t even happen.

he runs a hand through his hair. there’s sand stuck to his skin. his chain slips forward over his collar for a second before he tucks it back in. his shirt’s damp. there’s sweat down the middle of his spine.

he doesn’t look at you. not once.

but your breath still catches. your throat still tightens. and you wonder, does he know how he looks when he plays?

iwaizumi calls the next serve. they win the match two points later.

you leave before oikawa turns your way.

by the time the semifinal rolls around, the sky’s starting to fade from hot blue to gold.

your legs are sore. your shirt’s soaked. but you’re still here.

bokuto and kuroo are waiting at the net, already bouncing on their heels like it’s round one. bokuto’s hair is even more chaotic than usual, salt-stiff and sticking up like he’s just gotten out of the ocean. kuroo has his hands on his hips, already smirking, the sun catching on the chain around his neck and the glint in his eye.

“don’t go easy on us,” kuroo says, voice low and joking.

“who’s going easy?” you mutter, already stepping into the sand.

bokuto claps loudly, eyes bright. “this is gonna be awesome.”

and it is. it really is.

the game starts like a storm.

bokuto and kuroo play hard. power serves, cross-court spikes, sheer dominance—but they make mistakes. little ones. kuroo overshoots a set. bokuto gets too excited and sends a hit long. but when they’re on, they’re on. bokuto nearly knocks the air out of you with one serve, and you hit the sand with a grunt that feels like your lungs folded in half.

akaashi helps you up silently. hand under your arm. no words needed.

you get them back on the next rally, a fake tip turned push, straight to the corner you know kuroo always abandons on his coverage shift. point.

the next play, akaashi reads bokuto’s angle perfectly. you see it: how bokuto shifts his weight just slightly, how his eyes land on that same back corner he always aims for when he’s hyped. akaashi’s already there, crouched, planted. the dig is clean, and the ball stays up.

you spike it into open court.

point.

“that’s no fair!” bokuto shouts, but he’s laughing. “you knew it would go there!”

“of course i did,” akaashi says, totally blank-faced. “i’ve watched you do it for three years.”

the game is tight. back and forth. 18–18. 20–19. 21–21.

your heart is pounding. you feel the sweat dripping into your eyes. your hair’s sticking to the back of your neck. you’re shaking.

but you know them. you know where kuroo’s going to block. you know where bokuto’s going to look before he hits.

and more than anything—

you trust akaashi.

match point comes on a tight rally. bokuto’s spike goes deep. akaashi saves it. you flick it short. kuroo dives for it—misses by an inch.

point. game. win.

bokuto falls back into the sand, arms out. “we lost!”

kuroo drops beside him, huffing. “shocking.”

you’re too tired to celebrate. akaashi just walks over, nudges your shoulder, and says, “you good?”

“no,” you say, breathless. “but we’re in the final.”

and that’s when you hear your name.

not just from the bracket, not from the crowd, but from behind you.

“you’re up,” someone says.

you turn.

and there he is.

oikawa.

sand in his hair, tan sharp across his cheekbones. his shirt’s loose, collar pulled slightly to one side. his necklace is tucked in again, but you saw it earlier. you remember the glint of silver. the sheen of sweat down his throat. the way his eyes don’t really settle on anything: they scan.

he smiles. not big. not bright.

just enough.

“see you on the court,” he says, voice soft like it means something else entirely.

[cheshirecherry]

Harry Styles has become synonymous with ‟sexiest man alive” and ‟world's sexiest man” simply by existing but at what cost?

DISCLAIMER: I own no pictures, articles, videos, excerpts used citations will follow nor am I affiliated with H / my take

Here I will take you down memory lane magnifying Harry's image from the start of X Factor circa 2010 to present day; with a fine eye pertaining to his sex appeal and womanizer narrative depicted in the limelight and mass media. As boyband 1D began to rise to fame the general public became fixated on Harry's sexual attributes.

Harry Styles appears to be the whole package. He has talent, wit, humor, a sensitive heart and looks but the harsh reality of living in a superficial world is: physical appearances are favored over substance. In result conventionally attractive people like Harry fall subject to heavy sexualization. Harry's professional music career started in 2010 as did the narrative.

2010

April 11th Harry auditions for the X Factor at the age of 16 years old

Harry is selected to be in a 5-part boyband 3 months later in July (birth of 1D)

Sep 26th Harry stars in a X Factor clip that aired with Katie a potential love interest and multiple other female contestants simultaneously

I'M JUST A TEENAGE DIRTBAG BABYYYYY Harry is portrayed to be a manwhore/player multiple women are at his disposal but he gets caught in the end; Harry doesn't pick any of them and male contestant Wagner sweeps him off his feet

Oct 7th The gold thong incident

Harry is exploited in a magazine as a minor (this makes me so angry and sick) and then asked about it in a interview see video Harry is labeled as an exhibitionist which implies Harry likes to arouse the others in the house with his nudeness or derive attention from his habit of being naked Typical child audiences don't know what an exhibitionist is This is a clear indication for adult attention and later grooming

Oct 20th Harry headlines in The Mirror for the first time featuring singer Cher Lloyd and their blossoming friendship

This article is harmless in nature but helps promote Harry and female companionship on X Factor

Oct 21st 1D video diary week 2

Harry's role in 1D is the flirt at this time this is a given and understood (flirts are promiscuous and highly charming)

Oct 31st The Mirror claims Harry denies dating rumors with Cher Lloyd and insists Harry is interested in singer Frankie Sanford

cited: ‟Cher's not really my type. She's a great girl. We've become good friends but that's it.”

A follow up from the first article and the introduction of Harry and love interests in the media (Harry is referred to as a heartthrob - his appearance is emphasized; his sex appeal is apparent) Harry is picked as receiving the most attention within the band and LT of 1D teases Harry about his crush on Frankie Sanford see video (19:27)

Nov 2nd Harry shows some skin on his bunk bed

The boy likes to be nude again why exploit a minor what's the motive?

The boys talk about Harry's nudity

More excessive showing of Harry and nudeness

Nov 11th Harry confesses his worst habit

Getting naked is his favorite (fansite dedication post)

Nov 13th The Mirror uses descriptive language to depict Harry seducing a mystery girl in Simon Cowell's dressing room (STEAMY!?)

Sources state he was caught after kissing-and-telling

Nov 22nd Daily Mail stirs up Harry and Cher rumors with pictures

This is a common tactic in the music industry; articles will be released with a storyline and pictures will be "leaked" or be released to sway the publics opinion regardless of what was previously reported and it successfully added more fuel to keep the fire burning (attention on Harry)

Just in a span of a few months Harry was a subject of news revolving around his looks and women not his singing! That's normal though right?

Dec 7th The Mirror spew more bs 21 year old Peaches Geldof shows interest in little Harry

Harry shows no interest back

Dec 13th The Telegraph makes Harry the center of attention after a supposed naughty lip read to X Factor's winner Matt Cardle

I find it extremely odd Matt won a TV SHOW but Harry was the center of attention for something inaudible and sexual see video

Ask oneself why and how Harry was relevant in the tabloids after losing X Factor

2011

Jan 30th Anorak News talks 1D X Factor lost and groupies

Harry is referred to as a womanizer at the age of 16 years old prior to his 17th birthday (this breaks my heart completely)

April 11th Sugarscape continues the topic of Harry's nudity streak on X Factor and inquires about UAN tour

Pay attention to how it is a common topic for him; more sexual attention is now on Harry

July 29th 1D appears on Chatty Man for the first time and Harry explains comment made to Matt Cradle

Harry confesses it was completely innocent as he was talking about cats; nobody believes him although it got him grounded for a week (his age is really showing here)

Alan Carr inquires about the girls starring in WMYB

Harry replies twice "the girls were lovely in the video" see video (9:05) Alan Carr pokes at Harry about one of the girls Madison

Alan Carr inquires about Harry stripping on a plane

LP of 1D chimes in and Harry laughs it off as Alan playfully gestures himself opening an imaginary cover to show his body off (this made me uncomfortable; Alan insinuates Harry wants to show his genitals to others unprovoked) see video (6:23)

Sep 19th Yahoo reignites Harry and Frankie Sanford rumors

Clickbait

Sep 27th Capital FM ignites Harry and Adele rumors

More clickbait

Incoming Caroline Flack spam *she is now deceased

Oct 24th Daily Mail claims Harry kisses 32 year old X Factor host Caroline Flack

Grooming has begun and future potential love interests will now be milked in every media outlet from this time forward

Nov 4th RTE reports Flack claiming she regretted kissing Harry

Follow up article

Nov 7th Digitial Spy reports joke gone wrong by comedian David Williams

cited: ‟I'd like to suck his c*ck.”

Male sexual attention is prevalent; solidifying Harry's sex appeal to all audiences

Nov 17th The Mirror continues hinting at Flack and Harry

The phrase stop feeling weird to describe the distaste the world had of their arrangement is laughable

Nov 21st The Mirror gets an answer from H

cited: ‟A lot of people write things on the internet and a lot of the time they don't think about what they are writing or how it's going to affect people.”

‟It's a shame people say that. We are close friends.”

‟We are friends. We hang out sometimes but that's about it for now.”

Around this time Flack received death threats for her association with Harry

Nov 22nd Sugarscape inquires about living arrangements between Flack and Harry

Anne Twist; mother of Harry notifies him of the current rumor

Digital Spy reports X Factor contestant Amelia Lily and Harry getting acquainted

Lily refused to speak on their situation due to fear of backlash

Nov 25th Harry talks virginity with Glamour

Why is a teenage boys sex life NEWS?

Nov 29th The Mirror reports tweet from music exec Sarita Borge

Harry has a dinner date with Borge "Weeeeey, just got a visit from the young ledge that is @Harry_Styles. Ain’t he pretty?" original twitter @SaritaBorge cannot be viewed in present day

Tweets around this time can be found on various accounts about Harry and his lifestyle; he is referred to as a man hoe

Dec 7th Digital Spy reports one night with Flack

Harry was spotted going to her home and leaving; great timing paparazzi!

Dec 8th Capital FM interviews 1D at their first Jingle Bell Ball and questions nudity amongst the band's first meetings

Everyone's full undivided attention is on H Harry speaks on skinny dipping at the bungalow see video (40:14)

Dec 10th IBT reports Flack preparing for the holidays with Harry

It cannot be confirmed Flack met family but was followed by Anne Twist; the mother of Harry on Twitter

Dec 11th The Mirror stir up rumors with disapproval from X Factor bosses and Anne

Very interesting

Dec 22nd Daily Mail reports Flack dropping Harry off at a venue for the start of the UK leg

Teenager Harry is referred to as Flack's boyfriend; citations are included for opposing and pro viewpoints (Daily Mail takes a unbiased and neutral stance)

Dec 23rd Daily Mail suggests Flack is a FWB

Harry explicitly states he’s single

2012

Jan 3rd Metro reports Harry NYE fun

LT of 1D and H host a party together at their home This article is a sympathy pull for Flack Metro claims Harry was crying over Flack as he has fallen for her hard (the source: trust me bro)

Jan 24th Daily Mail reports Jody Flack; sister of Caroline Flack dropping Harry off at a train station

This article is propaganda to persuade the masses H was close with the Flack family

Jan 26th Harry tweets about Flack

H gets personal online

Jan 27th The Mirror reports Flack and Harry split

The timing is astonishing; Harry's 18th birthday and the USA leg is approaching; with a breakup in the media Harry is now on "the market" for outlets to rip apart with other love interest pairings as he travels in the USA

Exciting things were coming into fruition! One Direction hit it off in the UK for their very first tour to promote their very first album Up All Night. Little Harry is living his dream and enjoying every moment of it with his best four mates. A Cheshire bakery boy is now transformed into a international sensation.

The media pushed for Harry to be perceived as a attractive young nudist friendly musician that can seduce men and enjoys women of all ages

Marketing plays the biggest role in a musician's career because it sets the tone for longevity, and Harry was a gold mine for sexual attention. As time goes by Harry's celebrity status elevates and speculation about his personal life becomes more intense and invasive.

WORK IN PROGRESS STANDBY

[saturnplaza]

INTRODUCTION (redone)

HIYA MY NAMES SATURN OR JAYDEN//MIKEY ALL WORKKKK Whichever you'd like to call me!

I am non-binary and Pansexual:p

I'm also a minor (15) don't be a creep or I will show up to your house with a Glock 19

I USE THE TAGS #Saturn ______ for post organization ex: Saturn rambles, Saturn is zero zero posting again, Saturn does art-- etc... #vent or #Rant for well vent or rant posts

#x3 for moot interactions

use #anon asks, to find your answer to the anon you gave

I ALSO HAVE A SIDE BLOG FOR ALL MY FANFICTION, ART, AND OTHER PROJECTS @saturnmustdieorsmtin

STATUS - Online :p, Intro post has been updated 3/8/25

Song of the mood:

Message - Ya'll Know about when Kimya Dawson and Frank Iero covered this song

Magestic blinkies by my homie womie @rip-my-heart-out-and-eat-it

MORE INFO ABOUT ME AND MY BLOG UNDER THE CUT!

I love music, writing, and art!

I also play bass and sing :p

I hope to one day be in a band.

I do sometimes use this blog to vent, though I am mostly a bandom blog

Also I'm an emo little shit.X3

Bite me >-<

I also have, Severe Anxiety, Depression, Borderline Personality Disorder, and Severe Paranoia.

I'M INTO ALOT. like alot alot...

So much I can't name SO ILL DO TOP 5 FANDOMS (not in order) IM IN -- split by bands, and misc. (Cause I am mostly a Bandom blog)

BANDS!!:

+ MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE

+ Pierce The Veil

+ FALL OUT BOY

+ SLEEPING WITH SIRENS

+ PANIC AT THE DISCO (no pftw and vlv)

OTHER!!:

+RESIDENT EVIL

+YELLOWJACKETS

+LIFE IS STRANGE

+CRY OF FEAR

+Silent Hill

-SOCIAL MEDIAS-

I'm on alot of social medias so I'll make it easy for you all

LINKTREE All of my fanfiction gets promoted on my writing blog and posted onto my A03! https://archiveofourown.org/users/SATURNPLAZA/pseuds/SATURNPLAZA

I ALSO WRITE ON LIVEJOURNAL !!! If you are more interested in more intimate writing, or blogging this is where you'd want to be-- I use it as an online diary from time to time

https://saturnplaza.livejournal.com/ SOCIAL MEDIAS TikTok -- https://www.tiktok.com/@saturnplaza I EDIT WOOO WHOOO. I have always loved editing and I am pretty good at it (I may just be biased cause its myself) --- I edit alot of random things I'm into --- Fair warning my upload times do very --- But I am very active with moots and fandoms Tumblr -- You don't need a link we're on my blog: AH YES, my infamous blog where I yap about the most random shit cause I am the queen of yapper town. I am very active and interact a lot with people.

[nosebleedsturn]

Welcome to NOSEBLEEDS I’m summer or autumn or winter depending on whatever season we’re in, but you can call me whatever. Originally written on Wattpad (user: Luvr_0f_Min3) so I’m not copying anyone that’s MY account!

THE WATTPAD VERSION

Vega’s Moodboard:

Matthew’s Mood Board:

Christopher’s Mood Board:

Camille’s Mood Board:

Malerie’s Mood Board:

Nicolas’ Mood Board:

Sam’s Mood Board:

Justina’s Mood Board:

Daniel’s Mood Board:

Madi’s Mood Board:

Nate’s Mood Board:

Nessa’s Mood Board:

Madison’s Mood Board:

Lucille’s Moodboard:

Devon’s Moodboard:

Tracklist:

Prolouge: nosebleeds (march 1, 7:00)

Chapter One: rbf (march 3, 7:00)

Chapter Two: men (march 7, 7:00)

Chapter Three: frozen heart (march 10, 7:00)

Chapter Four: talk, talk, to me (march 14, 7:00)

Chapter Five: sympathy is a knife (march 17, 7:00)

Chapter Six: girl, so confusing (march 21, 7:00)

Chapter Seven: von dutch (march 24, 7:00)

Chapter Eight: don’t wanna fall in love (march 28, 7:00)

Chapter Nine: after midnight (march 31, 7:00)

Chapter Ten: peach pout (april 4, 7:00)

Chapter Eleven: when the phone rings (april 7, 7:00)

Chapter Twelve: the one where cami’s upset (april 11, 7:00)

Chapter Thirteen: truth be told (april 14, 7:00)

Chapter Fourteen: cherry baby (april 14, 7:15)

Chapter Fifteen: not dressed like that (april 18, 7:00)

Chapter Sixteen: call it a love story (april 21, 7:00)

Chapter Seventeen: too hot to cry (april 25, 7:00)

Chapter Eighteen: what happened in vega’s room (april 28, 7:00)

Chapter Nineteen: stir-knee-oh-low (april 28, 7:15)

Chapter Twenty: given enough (april 30, 7:00)

Twenty-One: ice queen (may 2, 7:00)

Twenty-Two: sweet november (may 5, 7:00)

Twenty-Three: locket (may 7, 7:00)

Twenty-Four: finals week (may 9, 7:00)

Twenty-Five: cindy lou who (may 12, 7:00)

Twenty-Six: frappe (may 12, 7:15)

Twenty-Seven: snowflakes and dewdrops (may 14, 7:00)

Twenty-Eight: v. (may 16, 7:00)

Twenty-Nine: faith, trust, and pixie dust (may 16, 7:15)

INSTAGRAM POSTS (may 16, 7:30)

Thirty: degage (may 19, 7:00)

Thirty-One: disco (may 21, 7:00)

Thirty-Two: mustang baby (may 23, 7:00)

Thirty-Three: heartbeat (may 26, 7:00)

Thirty-Four: one step forward, three steps back (may 28, 7:00)

Thirty-Five: get him back! (may 30, 7:00)

Thirty-Six: she loves me, she loves me not (june 2, 7;00)

Thirty-Seven: babydoll (june 4, 7:00)

Thirty-Eight: pins and needles (june 6, 7:00)

Thirty-Nine: the silence between albums (june 9, 7:00)

[ladykailitha]

Royal Pain Part 20

Hello, darlings! I hope that cliffhanger didn't leave you hanging for too long.

As promised two villains get vanquished and Wayne is bestest. As always.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19

***

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Eddie cursed over and over again. He just needed to take a quick piss. He was supposed to just be in and out, but nope.

Motherfucking Seth Davies cornered him in the stall.

“There you are, pretty boy,” Seth purred. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” He stroked Eddie’s cheek, but when Eddie flinched away, Seth grabbed his face roughly. “I told you, you are mine. No one else’s.”

Eddie pushed him, but he barely even budged. “Get out of here. You aren’t supposed to be here.”

Seth chuckled darkly. “You see that’s where you’re wrong, princess,” he sneered, pressing their bodies together. “You see this club is exactly five hundred feet from Nightmare Holes. I’ve been coming here for longer than that usurper has.”

Eddie felt a cold sense of dread shudder down his spine. Shit.

“Imagine my surprise when you showed up with the usurper and the little bird with all your little bandmates,” Seth continued. “I knew it was a sign that you were meant to be mine again.”

Eddie tried to push him again. “I’m not anyone’s. I’m not even seeing anyone right now.”

As much as it hurt to say that, it was true. Steve and he hadn’t even gone out on a date yet. Mostly they had hung out, usually with other people there or they were at his tattoo parlor working on the tattoo.

“And it’s going to stay that way, won’t it, peach?” Seth growled.

“Eddie?” Steve called out.

Eddie went to call out, but Seth put his hand over his mouth to silence him.

“Eddie?” Steve called again.

Eddie bit down on Seth’s hand causing him to scream, but he didn’t budge from Eddie’s mouth.

Steve’s eyes narrowed at the stall the cry had come from.

“Hey, just me and the boyfriend having a little fun,” Seth called out. “So if you could give us a minute.”

The door opened and closed and Eddie closed his eyes, tears falling. He couldn’t believe Steve had fallen for that.

Suddenly the door to stall banged down to the ground without its hinges and then was slammed aside. Seth was being pulled off of him and thrown into the basin of the sink.

“What the fuck?” Seth growled, abruptly face to face to the avenging fury of Steve Harrington.

“I told you at Hop’s,” Steve growled, “that you picked the wrong man to target.”

Seth scoffed. “I didn’t think some skinny ass prep could take me.”

Steve shook his head. “I meant Eddie. I would anything to protect him and you are so going to regret this.”

Seth took a swing at Steve, who side stepped it easily. Eddie got out of the stall and came to stand next to Steve.

“I don’t work out as much as I used to,” Steve said, with a raised eyebrow, “now that I’ve been running a tattoo shop full time, but I do enough to keep in shape.”

Steve loosened his shoulders and took a proper swing at Seth. He aimed straight for the guy’s nose. He smirked when he heard the crack.

“The fuck?” Seth screamed. “I think you broke my nose, you fucker!”

“I’m only going to tell you one more time,” Steve warned. “Either get the fuck out or get your ass kicked. Your choice.”

Seth spat out blood from his mouth. “If I can’t have him, no one can.” He pulled out a knife and lunged at Eddie.

Steve grabbed Seth’s extended wrist and twisted it hard. The knife dropped to the ground and Seth tripped over his own feet. He clutched his wrist, screaming as Steve kicked the knife behind him out of reach.

Seth got back to his feet, blood staining the white suit.

“Let it go, man,” Eddie pleaded. “Just walk away and move on with your life.”

“You think he’s going to be any better?” Seth sneered. “It’s all you’re good for slut. To spread your legs for the first pretty boy to bat his eyelashes at you. You deserve to be beaten into submission, because submission is all you’re good for.”

CRACK!

Suddenly Seth was on the floor cradling his jaw.

Steve looked over at Eddie appreciatively. “Wow, baby. That was a good hit.”

Eddie shook his hand. “Fuck, that’s going to sting like a bitch later.”

Seth stared up at Eddie as if he was seeing him for the first time.

Steve gently took his hand. “Let’s go to the bar and get them to call the police and get ice for both our hands.”

Eddie smiled up at Steve. “Sounds like a plan, sweetheart.”

Seth just continued to stare as if his whole world had been yanked out from under him.

“Actually,” Gareth said from the doorway. “I’ve been on with the police this whole time and I filmed it.”

Eddie and Steve turned slowly to see Gareth standing there, his phone in his hands and cheeky grin on his face.

Seth scrambled to stand up, but it was too late. There was knocking on the door with a gruff voice saying it was the police and to open up.

All three of them gave their statements while Seth tried to lie through his teeth that Eddie had sought him out and cornered him in the bathroom. Gareth just calmly showed the officer the video and one glare from the officer shut Seth up for good.

Gareth then pointed to the knife in the corner of the room. “And you can keep the cell phone, boys. I’m due for an upgrade anyway.”

It took barely a half hour and then they were back out with their friends with a story to tell. And ice for both Steve and Eddie’s hands, of course.

*

Wayne stayed another week to make sure that the DA didn’t do something stupid again. Thankfully, an election had happened since then and a new DA was in there. One that wasn’t so soft on domestic abuse, assault, and attempted murder then the last one was.

And with the video there was no doubt Seth was guilty of all of the above. Plus the judge ruled that the earlier case could be used in court as a pattern of behavior. When Seth’s lawyer got the word about that and that the video wouldn’t be thrown out, he caved.

Seth was forced to plead guilty to all charges and would go away for ten years without the possibility of parole. When faced with the alternative of going to jail for at least twenty years on the attempted murder charge alone, he took the deal.

This is time Eddie was informed of the deal and agreed as long as the cops actually enforced the protection order this time.

As Wayne was getting ready to go back to Hawkins, he stopped by Royal Pain to say goodbye to Steve.

“Steve! Your future uncle-in-law is here!!!” Robin called out.

Steve came running out of the back where he was watching Argyle and Chrissy tattoo the same picture to see who could copy the style the easiest.

“Robin!” he hissed at her as came up to Wayne. “Sorry about her. She’s been calling for wedding bells since day one.”

Wayne chuckled. “That’s alright. But have you got a few minutes. I’d like to take you out to lunch.”

Steve turned to Robin. “When is my next appointment?”

She pulled up the schedule on the computer. “You have a little over an hour.”

He turned back to Wayne. “Is there some place you had in mind or are you up for suggestions?”

Wayne grinned. “Whacha got?”

Steve laughed. “Oh so many...”

*

“I wanted to thank you for taking care of my boy,” Wayne said once they had ordered at a good sandwich place and were waiting for their food.

Steve blushed. “I’m just grateful I got to him before Seth did any real damage.”

Wayne scoffed. “I think he did plenty.”

Steve nodded, grabbing a hold of this water glass and rubbing the condensation off with his thumb. “Without a doubt, but he threatened to kill Eddie and who knows what his full plan was.” He fought off the shiver that went down his spine at the thought. “I think Eddie will recover from this, not so much if Seth had actually done something.”

Wayne nodded. “I get what you’re saying now. You’re right. So count me as even more grateful than before.”

He rubbed the scruff on hsi chin thoughtfully. “Why didn’t you try and break down the stall door?”

Steve’s head jerked up in surprised. “The hinges were on the outside because it opened toward the sinks instead of inward. Trying to bust it down would have only made things worse.”

Wayne huffed out a laugh. “So you just what? Removed the screws?”

Steve blushed, ducking his head. “Something like that, yeah.”

“I know you two are going slow,” he said, “and I appreciate you letting him go his own speed, but boy, you’ve got to kiss him!”

Steve sputtered. “What now?”

“Look,” Wayne said, leaning forward on the table, “I love my nephew with all my heart, but that boy has a tendency to get lost in his head. And don’t think I didn’t notice you wearing that necklace.”

Steve rubbed the pick around his neck fondly. “I know what it means, him giving this to me. He told me. Not right away, but I know that he gave it to me because he feels the same way about me that I do about him.”

“You in love with Eddie, son?” Wayne asked gently.

Steve pursed his lips and nodded. “Yeah. I really do. But I’m okay going this speed because he’s not the only with hang ups. I had a really bad relationship a few years back that is still effecting everything I do when it comes to relationships. I had a bad tattooing experience where someone tried to sue me and that left me in pieces, too.”

Wayne nodded back. “All right, I can’t say I understand, but you seem to have a good head on your shoulders and I’ve said my piece.” He held up his hands in surrender.

They chatted amicably about their favorite sports teams and Eddie as they ate their lunch.

Wayne paid and they walked out on to the pavement. Wayne called Eddie to pick him up and they continued to chat while they waited.

“Oh come...” Steve said, “you can’t believe they have the team to win it this yea–”

He was spun around and was face to face with the last person on earth he ever expected to see. And really at this point after his dad in his shop, Nancy at the grocery store, and Seth at Hop’s, he really, really should learn by now that the world loves to torment him.

“You absolute fucker!” the man snarled. “How dare you just walk around town like you didn’t ruin my life!”

Wayne immediately got between them. “There is no reason to go around harassing people on the street regardless of what they’ve done.”

The man looked Wayne up and down and scoffed, ignoring him. “I can’t get it covered! I can’t even get it removed because it covers too much of my back! You did this to me, you asshole!”

The man raised his fist to hit Steve, but someone tapped his shoulder. He turned around only to be punched in the nose.

“The fuck!” he screamed.

Steve cocked his head to the side. “Hey-ya, Eds!” he greeted warmly.

Wayne huffed out a laugh. “You always did have perfect timing, boy.”

“Everyone meet Quinn Colburn,” Steve said dryly. “the asshole who kept trying to sue me over a tattoo I did for him. The one the courts kept denying over and over again.”

Eddie grinned. “Ooh...can I hit him again, then?”

Wayne and Steve laughed as Quinn stood there holding his nose.

Quinn spotted Eddie’s tattoos. “I hope you don’t go to this asshole for your tattoos, he’ll fuck up your life.”

Eddie laughed. “Too late, man. I love them!” He pulled off his shirt right there on the street. He tapped his chest. “This was the first one he did for me and I fell in love with his style.”

Quinn’s eyes bulged out his head. “But that’s a small one! He does shit at large tattoos. I even heard that he won’t do them anymore. I wish he had decided to do that before he fucked up mine!”

Eddie turned around slowly. The sword was done, complete with the words scratched out, and most of the right wing was done. “He’s not done yet, but god, I wouldn’t let anyone else touch me after this. He’s my only tattoo artist from now on.”

But that one served to make Quinn angrier. “So what? You can do your friends’ tattoos just fine, but when it comes to strangers, you can’t be assed to do it right?”

“Show them,” Steve bit out. “Go ahead. You think it’s shit, but I never did. Go ahead, show them!”

Quinn turned around and showed Eddie and Wayne his tattoo.

“Wow, babe,” Eddie marveled. “It’s a bit anime, but holy shit that’s wicked cool.”

“You drew that, Stevie?” Wayne asked.

Steve nodded.

“You are very talented man,” Wayne said, with a smile.

Quinn whirled around to face them. “You’re all morons if you think that was good.”

Eddie and Wayne looked at each and shrugged.

“You had your chance to stop him at anytime and didn’t,” Eddie pointed out. “That’s no one’s fault but yours. You can either continue to be bitter or you can move on with your life knowing you have a kick ass tattoo from a kick ass artist. Up to you, man.”

Quinn threw his arms up in the air and stalked off.

Steve turned to Eddie with absolute heart-eyes. “I know it’s not even the same realm as what happened last week, but that’s the second time you’ve come to my rescue. Thank you.”

Eddie blushed. “I couldn’t stand there and let that man continue to harass you.”

“God I love you,” Steve breathed. His eyes went wide when he realized what he’d said.

Eddie grinned. “Right back atcha, big boy.”

Steve blushed a deep red. Eddie grabbed his cheeks and pulled him in for a searing kiss.

He wasn’t sure how long they kissed, but Wayne had to clear his throat a few times to get their attention.

“As happy as I am for you both,” he said with a fond, lop-sided smile, “it is summer out here, and I would really, really like to get out of the heat before I become Kentucky Fried Wayne, please.”

Steve laughed. “I’ll see you tomorrow at the shop?” he whispered into Eddie’s space.

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, baby. I’ll be there.”

Steve watched as Eddie and Wayne walked to Eddie’s van, a goofy grin on his face.

***

Steve mimed for Gareth to go for help when he opened and closed the door to the bathroom and didn't realize that Gareth had called the police and started filming.

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[minkiluva]

!! ATEEZ 🏴‍☠️!!

!! MASTERLIST !!

FULL STORIES ; 03

(All stories originate from my Wattpad account, therefore are already written but are being revised to put on here.)

﹒ ◠ ᴘᴏʟᴀʀᴏɪᴅꜱ ⊹ ﹒

Zuri and her best friend, Danielle fall in love with Jung Wooyoung at the same time. All the conflict and drama avoided came pouring down when the boy made his choice between the two.

READ TEASER FOR FURTHER INFO & TAGS

TEASER || 3/19/25

01 - PARTY || 3/31/25

02 - APOLOGY || 4/11/25

03 - THE CALM B4 THE STORM || coming soon!

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﹒ ◠ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ⊹ ﹒

Kim Hongjoong, who produces for his own group, is having trouble brainstorming. A fellow idol tells him about the rumor of a genie-angel, residing in a national park.

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TEASER || 3/17/25

01 - MEETING || 3/21/25

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﹒ ◠ ꜱᴀʟᴀᴄɪᴀ ⊹ ﹒

Salacia and Riki end up trapped on ATEEZ’s ship, this encounter being the trigger of their story. The pirates and mermaids end up unable to escape each other.

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TEASER || 3/18/25

01 - FISHNETS || 3/27/25

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SERIES/DRABBLES ; 02

(None on Wattpad.)

ANITEEZ

Kenya, determined to escape all of the trouble surrounding her, begins a new life. She was an adult, so she finally decided to take control of herself. She moved into a new apartment, immediately busying herself with work. Although unplanned, she ended up allowing eight hybrids into her home.

01 - JJONGRAMI || 5/11/25

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GUARD DOGS

Kiki’s father, tied up in the same gangster business as his own parents, has a priority to keep his little girl away from it all. To break this ‘generational trauma’ he buys eight dogs to guard her and their home.

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ONE SHOTS ; 02

(All on Wattpad, also based off of songs.)

PEACH EYES || coming soon!

Kang Yeosang, stressed out with his mind disoriented, runs into a fairy who lived near the tree where he always emptied his mind.

A NIGHT TO REMEMBER || loading…

Jung Wooyoung, full of regret, runs into the girl he was forced to abandon as children.

[al-the-remix]

ten people i'd like to get to know better

thanks @queermccoy for tagging me!

Last Song: amber waves by ethel cain

Fave Color: army green, burgundy, and a VERY specific colour of blue

Last Book(s):

apparitions of the living by john trefry (great if you like experimental fiction)

Death's Acre and Beyond the Body Farm by Bill Bass (if you like forensics and true crime--but be aware some of the terms used are dated.)

Cuckoo by Gretchen Felker Martin (if you like queer horror)

Fall; or, Dog in Hell (if you like speculative fiction)

Last Movie: 13 going on 30 🙂‍↕️

Last TV Show: rewatching house md and 19-2 (which anyone who likes cop shows should watch it's like Southland but set in Montreal)

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: savory (though spicy is included in that so both???)

Relationship Status: single

Last Thing I Googled: richard shmid

Looking Forward To: not having the flu anymore :( + being able to run again once I don't have the flu anymore :(( + getting to use my brand new running shoes :(((

Current Obsession: tommy kinard + parasites + neuroplasticity + oil paint charts sorted by value + human osteology + house md + Peach flavored Bubly

tagging: @theweewooshow , @bugboybuck , @blue-arts-stuff , @miriellesandthegiantpeach , @emphasisonthehomo , @mirrorballmusing , @queeravatar , @buffaluff , @kinardsboy , @thetouchof118

[ragnarockz]

For the "weird asks that say a lot" ALL OF THEM 😈❤

🥺🦫

ME @ ME

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

Coffee mugs - I collect Tim Horton's and vintage milk glass!

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

Chocolate bars

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

Cotton candy

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

I was the bad, troubled kid that got into fights and was constantly bullied soooooooooooooo

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

I don't drink pop BUT, I do drink iced tea and I love drinking it from the can. I don't know why but it just tastes better?

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

TOMBOY

7. earbuds or headphones?

Earbuds

8. movies or tv shows?

TV shows (more to flesh out with characters hehehe)

9. favorite smell in the summer?

BONFIRE

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

Oh I SUCKED at sports but I didn't mind floor hockey and soccer

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

A bagel (depends on what bagel we got - usually an everything or a cinnamon raisin) and a coffee

12. name of your favorite playlist?

Poke the Bear AGNES MY BELOVED

13. lanyard or key ring?

Lanyard

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

Fuzzy peaches!

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

Oh man...I've read so much shit for school but I think one that stood out the most was probably The Outsiders

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

I sit like a fucking 🥨 (can you tell I'm a Lesbian? I CANNOT SIR NORMALLY). I am literally sitting at my comp desk with my right leg/foot up and tucked under my ass and my left foot is semi-wrapped around the wheel of the chair 😂

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

My shoes for work which are just a tan pair of sketchers 😂

18. ideal weather?

Rain with thunderstorm

19. sleeping position?

ON MY STOMACH. FACE DOWN, ASS UP

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

On my laptop! I type SUPER fast so I can keep up with my thoughts as they just pour outta me 😂

21. obsession from childhood?

TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES, BABEY

22. role model?

My Mom 🥺

23. strange habits?

Define strange? Ya girl loves to repeat words and sounds but I don't think that's strange.

24. favorite crystal?

Carnelian

25. first song you remember hearing?

Little Ways - Dwight Yoakam

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Read outside

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

Read inside

28. five songs to describe you?

Wannabe - Spice Girls

Candy Man - Aqua

Black Betty - Ram Jam

Devil in Disguise - Elvis

She - Green Day

29. best way to bond with you?

Oh my god just be a super fucking dork with me. We can be serious and talk serious stuff but honestly, I am most comfortable when I am just rambling on about nonsense

30. places that you find sacred?

Bodies of water. Lakes, rivers, streams, oceans, creeks - that shit SLAPS

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

Favorite band tee shirt, cool ass plaid leggings and my favorite red pair of runners

32. top five favorite vines?

Jesus christ hotline...you are live! YEAH JESUS CHRIST FUCKING SUCKS-

*GASP* JUDAS!

There's this one of this guy drinking tea and like falling down a greenscreen cliff and he just casually sips his tea and does a little 'ah'

You wouldn't last a day in fucking harry potter world

Jared, 19

33. most used phrase in your phone?

"FUCK THAT/YOU/THIS"

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

I had that fucking alarm force one stuck in my head yesterday

CALL 1-800-267-2001 ALAAAAAAAARM FORCE!

35. average time you fall asleep?

Oh man it depends but usually 9ish

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

Le derp

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

Duffel bag

38. lemonade or tea?

Tea BUT LIKE, NESTEA ICED TEA. I remember going to cracker barrel once one time and I ordered an iced tea thinking it was like NESTEA and it was fucking cold ass tea with sugar thrown in??? GIRL, no.

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

Lemon cake

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

Our science teachers in high school having an affair with each other

41. last person you texted?

My Dad

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

BOTH

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

HOODIE

44. favorite scent for soap?

Lavender

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

Superhero

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

NOTHING

47. favorite type of cheese?

PARMESAN or, Pecorino Crotonese

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

CANTALOUPE

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

"Although she be but little, she be fierce."

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

Definitely something my brother has said/done. He is just naturally funny

51. current stresses?

OH YOU KNOW. MY JOB LITERALLY GOING OUT OF BUSINESS JUNE 30th AND STILL NOT LETTING US KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING PLUS NO JOBS I'VE APPLIED TO GETTING BACK TO ME BUT OTHER THAN THAT HAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA

52. favorite font?

Calibri

53. what is the current state of your hands?

COLD

54. what did you learn from your first job?

How to take really good and precise notes!

55. favorite fairy tale?

The Little Mermaid

56. favorite tradition?

Having lasagna on christmas day

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

Myself, other people's opinions on me and, TRYING NOT TO WORRY SO MUCH ABOUT THINGS OUT OF MY CONTROL

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

My passion

My creativity

My writing

My observational skills

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

"FUCK THIS!"

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

Magical Girl FOR SURE

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

"There's an old Italian saying: You fuck up once, you lose two teeth."

62. seven characters you relate to?

Raphael, TMNT

Matt Murdock, Marvel

Sara Sidle, CSI Las Vegas

Debra Morgan, Dexter

Mickey Milkovich, Shameless (US)

Negan, The Walking Dead

Agnes O'Connor, Agatha All Along

63. five songs that would play in your club?

Vengabus - Vengaboys

Barbie Girl - Aqua

Spice Up Your Life - Spice Girls

Angel - Joee

Another Night - Real McCoy

64. favorite website from your childhood?

WEBKINZ AND CLUB PENGUIN AND MF DRESSUP GAMES

65. any permanent scars?

I got a few little ones from stupid shit (shaving too hard, getting my finger drained, hooking onto a staple that was on the underside of the bed frame)

66. favorite flower(s)?

Lily of the Valley

67. good luck charms?

Evil Eye 🧿

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

Orange or cherry

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

uhhhhhh legit all the facts I know I KNOW where I learned them from so 😂

70. left or right handed?

Right

71. least favorite pattern?

Patterns in math, lbr

72. worst subject?

MATH

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

Peas in tartar sauce

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

bruh I will suffer through a ocular migraine and the worst period pains and NOT TAKE ANYTHING 1000000/10

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

Eating a Dad's Oatmeal cookie while playing on the old Macintosh comp we had

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

oh maaaaaaaaaan crispy potatoes in the oven

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

ANY! ALL PLANTS ARE GOOD!

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

Sushi

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

BITCH I DON'T DRIVE LOL

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

Earth tones

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

We don't have either of them here 😭

82. pc or console?

PC

83. writing or drawing?

Writing

84. podcasts or talk radio?

Podcasts

84. barbie or polly pocket?

We are not pitting two bad bitches against each other ok? I played with BOTH

85. fairy tales or mythology?

BOTH

86. cookies or cupcakes?

B O TH

87. your greatest fear?

Not being my 100% authentic self

88. your greatest wish?

To just be at peace with myself

89. who would you put before everyone else?

My brother

90. luckiest mistake?

Pretty sure there's a lot...

91. boxes or bags?

Bags

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

Sunlight

93. nicknames?

Beta, Bet, Bets, Betty, Betty Lou, Betty Lobster

94. favorite season?

Autumn

95. favorite app on your phone?

Tumblr

96. desktop background?

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

Like, 3

98. favorite historical era?

Ohhhh there's soooo manyyyyy...... ALL OF THEM ARE COOL THOUGH AS LONG AS THE LORE IS GOOD

[bladesofkyber]

Finally saw Furiosa in theaters & we have Opinons.

Hello Homer. Welcome to The Iliad and The Odyssey. While that conflict starts with an apple, this conflict begins with a peach. Both are catalysts for a decades long saga culminating redemption and the restoration of self. Obviously the plot points are not one for one and Max & Furiosa both take the role of Odysseus at different times in the story. (if anyone reads this, please be kind it's been a hot minute since i read either the Iliad or the Odyssey and i'm going off memory here and it might be intertwined with Troy: Fall of a City which is not quiteee faithful to the source material but i've also seen it an unhinged number of times.) Oral Tradition: The History Men are stand ins for "Homer" or the many storytellers whose tales we attribute to Homer. With the fall of civilization, knowledge and stories are shared by the History Men much like the traveling storytellers of the pre-modern world. George Miller has said Max could be seen as a mythological figure, which tracks with the narration by the History Men as Homeric stand ins.

Random Greco-Roman References: Praetorians, Imperators, Scrotus' attire, the relief sculptures on Jack's War Rig, Cheedo being told to "Wring your hands and tear your hair" in the ancient greek style of grieving. Fruit as the Catalyst: Apple vs Peach. The Trojan War begins with an apple. Discord is pissed she doesn’t get invited to a wedding. Paris chooses Aphrodite, Aphrodite promises Helen who isn’t actually available and Chaos Ensues. Furiosa takes the peach, not outrightly forbidden to eat, but far from the safety zone. Both instances are the catalysts that start their respective conflicts. Furiosa also evokes the imagery of Eve in the Garden of Eden.

Siege: Like the Achaeans, Dementus is unable to capture any stronghold in the Wasteland without trickery. The actual Trojan Horse: capturing the War Rig and disguising his men as War Boys to gain entrance into Gas Town, otherwise impenetrable. Fury Road has that Trojan Horse as well, with Max taking on the role of Odysseus suggesting the group return to the Citadel with the War Rig. Forgetting yourself & Hidden Identity: Odysseus' men eat the lotus flowers and forget their desire to return home. Max has suppressed his identity and lost himself to the ghosts of the wasteland. He hardly knows what is real and what is not. Odysseus washes up on shore and does not reveal his name at several points in the story. Seems he learned his lesson with Polyphemus and does not reveal himself without caution, especially upon his return to Ithaca. Max does not share his name with Furiosa until the very end of the story. ("What's your name, What do I call you?" "Does it matter?") Max is haunted by the ghosts of his past, by those he could not save & the mistakes he made. Max has wandered the Wasteland alone for so long, he has lost sense of himself. He is feral, "reduced to a single instinct, survive." A Long Journey: The Odyssey is a 10 year long journey home from a 10 year war; Odysseus has been away from Ithaca for 20 years at the end of the Odyssey. Albeit Odysseus fucks around A LOT, some is his fault some isn't. Furiosa states she's been away for 7,000 days plus the ones she forgot to count. (19+ years.) Max has been wandering since 1979/1980. Coming Home: In the end Furiosa, like Odysseus, fights for her home, even though in her case it wasn’t the home she longed for. Max, coming back to a sense of self, helps Furiosa & the Wives fight for a home to come back to. Odysseus & Telemachus fought to rid Ithaca of the suitors; Max & Furiosa fight for The Citadel, to free it from Imortan Joe. Praetorian Jack as a stand in for Hector of Troy: Hector was the pride of Troy, it's greatest warrior. Jack is the best driver to run the Fury Road. Revered by their respective cities, these warriors are both slain in battle. Jack's death scene is a clear allusion to Achilles desecrating the body of Hector after Hector's defeat. Achilles drags Hector's body behind his chariot while Hector's widow Andromache watches from the walls of Troy. I would argue the relationship between Furiosa and Jack is romantic, specifically due to his death scene. You have Jack's body dragged by the motorbikes with Furiosa, taking on the role of Andromache, forced to watch. (I also can't hear without my subtitles, but when they are about to be executed and she touches his chest and he touches her face, I s2g she says "Jack, my Jack." which has nothing to do with the Trojan War, but is absolutely implying a romantic relationship. You will not be able to convince me those two didn't bang after he stitched her up in the grotto. Please.)

Really hope the next Mad Max takes on a different ancient Saga. Here's hoping for Mad Max with Beowulf vibes.

[cheesecakeislazy]

Hey, I hope you have a nice day. I also hope you enjoy MORE FUCKIN HEADCANONS WOOOOOOO

Sally Headcanons

1. While yes, Sally loves the color pink, it isn’t actually her favorite color. She doesn’t have one. She loves blue, green, purple, all colors.

2. The only color Sally dislikes is orange, due to this, she hates oranges and tangerines

3. Sally has the body of a 7-10 year old, yet she is mentally older.

4. Despite the fact Sally is mentally 16, she still has childlike characteristics within her mindscape

5. Sally has a hard time trusting adult men; females and younger males are more trustworthy to Sally

6. Mr. D (Sally’s teddy bear) is a normal teddy bear

7. Every single person inside the mansion has seen Mr. D move on his own; nobody knows how or why as Slender has confirmed it has no supernatural tendencies within it

8. Sally likes to watch Bluey

9. Sally likes to hang out with BeN, Jeff, and Toby; viewing all three of them as older brothers

10. Jeff and Sally hang out the most

11. Sally used to have a little kid crush on Ben; Sally no longer views BeN that way because she thinks that dating is gross

12. Sally is AroAce in my AU, because despite physically being 7, she’s mentally around 16

13. Sally constantly asks Slender for a puppy

14. Sally hates wearing socks

15. Sally also hates wearing shoes of any kind

16. Sally doesn’t leave footprints anywhere, not in snow, mud, anything.

17. When Sally has tantrums Jeff calls them her “poltergeist attacks”

18. When upset, Sally can make objects levitate.

19. Sally usually throws the objects she levitates, due to the fact the objects are usually plates, vases, cups, and Toby- Damage is always present after a Sally tantrum

20. Sally cannot levitate objects on command.

21. Sally calls Slender “Mr. Slenderman”

22. Sally gave Slender a white mug that had “#1 Mr.Slenderdad” written with black sharpie on it

23. Sally isn’t an innocent little girl, she also loves to commit war crimes

24. Sally usually kills creeps, molesters, perverts, etc.

25. Sally has constant bruises and cuts on her from her death

26. The wound on Sally’s head eternally bleeds forever, it’s annoying but she’s gotten used to it

27. Slender puts bandages around her head to somewhat stop the bleeding

28. Sally and Jane argue a lot

29. Jeff managed to convince Sally that Jane is a bitch

30. Sally is a Princess Peach main in MarioKart

31. Sally is one of the few people that Ben likes to play board games with because she doesn’t destroy the game board/pieces

32. Sally likes to play house and dress up

33. Sally serves real tea and desserts at her tea parties

34. Sally doesn’t really know how to defend herself, so she can’t go on intense missions or go on missions alone

35. Sally is 4’5

36. Sally needs to be babysat whenever a majority of the mansion is on an expedition

37. Babysitting duty is rotated around the mansion

38. Jane hates babysitting duty because Sally never listens to her

39. Jeff is rarely on it but when he is, he loves it

40. Most of the proxies see Sally extremely often but don’t really know her

41. If given the chance, Sally will cling onto Slenderman all day

42. Sally loves Ben’s brownies (the not weed ones)

43. Sally loves chocolate chip cookies

44. Sally and Lulu are decent friends

45. Sally and Lazari have play dates together

46. Sally and Lazari share a room in the mansion

47. Sally and Smile dog have a complicated relationship

48. Sally loves Smile Dog because he’s a dog and constantly tries to play with him

49. Smile dog.. is an intelligent dog that usually wants to be left alone; he doesn’t hate Sally he just finds her a lot to deal with

50. Sally used to be really bad at painting nails, now she’s actually quite good at it due to BEN teaching her

51. Sally likes to draw and finger paint

52. Sally’s art skills are the same of a preschooler (aka fucking awesome)

53. Sally has a bad habit of randomly falling asleep; Slenders arms, Slenders tentacles, tea parties, while standing up, taking a bath, etc.

54. Sally likes fruit punch and grape juice

55. Sally likes to say Fuck (Jeff taught her)

[bigfathoe4you]

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Preface:

My zombies are not dead, they are infected with a disease which makes them hungry, they are not decomposing or mindless, they are driven insane by the pain of hunger and the things they’ve done so in a sense they die. They are loosely based on a book called ashes by Ilsa J. Bick, a very good angsty zombie book with very little romance.

This fic is set in the north west of England, to make it plausible for the MC to stumble upon the 141. Being Scottish myself I would love to make the MC Scottish and move the fic to the highlands, but I want some feedback on that.

TW: Death of a friend/sister, skinny reader (she fattens up), a lot of gross descriptions of zombies and death, angst lots, smut in later chapters.

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If there’s one thing I’ve learnt from living 6 years in a zombie apocalypse it’s “waste not, want not.” That was the thought that kept me from gagging at the smell of the jacket that I shook rotten skin off of. Rising I looked down at the skinny, pale ‘woman’ I’d pried it from. had she done the same? How many people have died in this jacket? Would I die in the cold, spend years wandering, Killing others, feeling a deep painful unending hunger?

I looked down at her failing body, before the fall of humanity these jeans would have been 2 sizes too small, the shirt about 3 or 4. I’d lost all shape, hadn’t had a period in years, my skin looked a shade darker thanks to the many layers of dirt that clung to me. I once took pride in my appearance, now my crowning achievement was surviving for this long by myself.

Taking one last sweep of the shop I found a grey eyed boy, looked about 19, his cheeks sagged and the bags under his eyes were bulging, purply red. His pale cheeks were littered with peach fuzz and tear stained, his nose a pudgy red from his quiet sobs. He groaned in pain as he pulled a skinny rat apart, sucking on the small bones. He looked up at me from his crouched position and growled, his primitive brain deciding if he should run with his meal or if he could take me. He twitched his way to his feet dropping the rat at his feet.

Before his skinny legs could take him to me I’d pulled the gun from my waistband and shot a few small holes through his chest. He let out some muffled whimpers as he crumpled to the floor, I followed him to the floor. I had grown to feel very little but when they looked so young it hurt. I stroked his thinning hair and shushed him whilst he hacked up blood and shook.

The trek back to base was long but quiet, the marshy ground of the north west sucked my feet deep into the ground, the ‘suctiony’ sound that emitted from dragging my feet drowned out my own thoughts. As the base came into view my steps hurried, eager to get inside, it was tuesday (possibly) which meant it was my allotted bath day, due to the difficulty of moving the water from the various rain collectors and the calories it cost, I allowed myself a bath every two weeks. 

The hard metal door bit at my reddening fingers as I fumbled with the keys, reminding me I needed to organise them somehow. I huffed at the effort it took to pull the second interior door open and closed, it had been ripped off its hinges and now scratched across the cold linoleum as I dragged it about. When I finally got inside I relocked every door I walked through to get to the innermost rooms of the base. Whilst people were rare- some zombies in the early stages retained the ability to open and close doors. 

I went to the woodburner and warmed the deer from the outdoor freezer. Most livestock like cattle and sheep were almost hunted to extinction by the zombies but some animals like deer and rabbits remained too fast for zombies. But not me and my gun. I cooked the whole leg, I’d refreeze the tougher bits and keep them for on the go.

Whilst the deer cooked I used my pot to boil some water for my bath. It was more of a sponge bath really, getting fully naked and into a slippery tub was inviting trouble. I used some watered down fairy liquid and an old PT (psychical training, yeah I did cadets so I’m qualified to tell you all about it) shirt to scrub at my skin, one limb at a time.

I pulled one leg out of my jeans leaving the boot and jeans scrunched so I could haul them back up if I needed to. And it was a good thing I did as I was picking dirt out of my scabby skinned knee, I heard a scrapping. My blood ran cold and I almost wept at the sound. 

Scrambling to put my jeans and boots back on. With each creak of a door opening and closing and the low raspy voices of men my hands shook more. 

And when I heard the noise that I knew to be the particularly squeezy door to the room I’d claimed as my own, I almost turned the gun on myself. There were at least 2 men and they knew there was a woman living here.

Steeling myself and setting my footing I readied myself in the middle of the room, no hiding the only power I have is I am pointing my gun at the single door to this room.

The kitchen door moved to open easily and a silhouetted figure pulled every shadow from the room and they pooled at this man's feet, he stood easily a foot taller than myself. The imposing figure took up almost the entire doorway. Although there were no shadows, it was only him, he dressed all in black, tactical gear and a dark balaclava covered his entire being. This man may be death itself.

“Fuck off.” A man wriggled around ‘death’ “Nae way!” barreling towards me a man not as tall as ‘Death’ but just as large wrapped strong arms around me.

My plans crumbled and I lost any ability to remain calm or strong were lost to me. “Please! Please there are guns, ammo, food! If you leave me alone I- I’ll tell you where” the words were choked out of me and my sweaty hands shook looking for my gun. 

The man pulled back but I couldn’t see through the tears that blinded me “It’s- It’s me Johnny” the voice and name were familiar. Strong hands snaked up my arms and held me at my shoulders “oh, darlin’ we’d never hurt you” he put a hand on my cheek and slowly brought my eyes to him. I almost gagged on my tears looking at him, my best friend's older brother, I looked at him and saw her. Alex, my other half, our whole lives attached at the hip, her death had hurt more than any of the rest. 

“Oh Johnny, I’m so sorry” his excitement at seeing me faded to the most hollow I’d ever seen a man. We sank to our knees together, forgetting the man in the doorway. I pushed our brows together “It was quick, I did it” I whispered to him, as I saw the small tears slip down his cheek. 

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[konjaku]

夾竹桃[Kyōchikutō] Nerium oleander var. indicum

夾[Kyō] : To hold between; to be mixed

竹[Chiku] : Bamboo

桃[Tō] : Peach

Its name is the same as that in China. It is native to India and was introduced in the Edo period(1603-1868).

It is known to be deadly poisonous throughout, but on the other hand, is found everywhere because its beautiful foliage and flowers, strong vitality, and resistance to air pollution and disease make it a popular garden and greening plant.

Novelist 壇 一雄[Dan Kazuo] was fond of this flower, so the anniversary of his death, January 2, is called 夾竹桃忌. 忌[Ki] means anniversary of one's death. Incidentally, 桜桃忌 for Novelist 太宰 治[Dazai Osamu] is June 19. 桜桃[Ōtō] means cherry fruit. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kazuo_Dan

By the way, Fall phlox(Phlox paniculata) is called 草夾竹桃[Kusakyōchikutō].