#Sorry but our language is literally dying

[littlecajunlady]

I read a comment on youtube a couple years ago that left me so confused that I still think about it sometimes.

This person said they visited Lafayette, Louisiana and that everyone they met only spoke french. Idk the way it was phrased it was if anyone they met on the street spoke french. But did they only talk to 3 people? Did they time travel back like 80 years? Was the accent so thick they didn't realize everyone was actually speaking english? I don't understand.

I was so intrigued that I actually replied (which I never do) but never got an answer.

[beah388love]

So Cheesy…

Full Masterlist Lando Masterlist

Pairing: Lando Norris x Fem!f1 driver

Summary: Lando uses the cheesiest pick up line on you…

Warnings: swearing,bad language!!! (Please tell me if I missed any!!!)

Lando was streaming with ginge and filly, playing a shooting game whilst you was in yours and landos bedroom watching tv, Lando asked if you wanted to stay in the room with him or stream with him but you didn’t feel up for it and he understood so instead you chilled on your shared bed.

You was confused when you saw your phone light up and even more confused when you saw it was Lando? Why’s he messaging you when he’s literally in the room next to you.

“I miss you” you read from your screen and you rolled your eyes with a smile you couldn’t hold back.

“It’s only been ten minutes.” You typed back

“Still too long.” He messaged back making you smile

“Well I miss you too my adorable boyfriend” you typed with a cheeky grin and hit send.

Lando smiled when he saw your message, “Oi mate! Where are you? He’s shooting me!” Ginge said through lando’s headset catching his attention.

“Oh- sorry! Follow me and we can kill them” lando said back as he grabbed his controller again.

But he still had his phone on his desk so he can see your texts.

“Why are you smiling like that?” Ginge asked laughing and Lando bit his lip trying to hide his smile but failed miserably.

“Who are you texting?” Ginge asked when he saw Lando on his phone smiling, “whoever they are they’re very distracting since you died five minutes ago” ginge joked making filly laugh.

“It’s y/n” Lando smiled as he put his phone down onto his desk again, “you should do that thing where you message her a cheesy pick up line” ginge said

“Oh yeah you should- y/n will be so confused” filly laughed and Lando grinned thinking about it.

“Alright…what pick up line though?” Lando asked as he began searching for some on the internet.

“How about this one? Are you a broom because you’ve swept me off my feet” lando said through his microphone trying to hold in his laughter but failed when he heads ginge and filly dying of laughter.

“Nah! I’ve found one you’ve gotta use!” Ginge said and repeated the pick up line to him to message.

And they all couldn’t help but nearly piss themselves laughing as he typed it to you,

“She’s going to be so confused and probably disgusted-“ filly laughed

“where is she? Usually she’s in the corner of your screen” filly asked and ginge piped up “yeah I’ve missed her today” ginge huffed making Lando chuckle

“She’s literally in our bedroom next to me, so I’m trying to make sure she can’t hear us” Lando laughed quietly.

“I don’t know how you got her mate- she’s literally the funniest girl I’ve ever met I’m not gonna lie not to mention the fact she races with you” ginge said and filly agreed “nah literally tho man- like when I first met her she was well quiet and shy but after like two weeks she became one of my best friends”

Lando smiled at their love for you, but jumped a little when his phone lit up,

-

You stared at your phone when you saw Lando texted you,

“Babe do you have a map?” You was so confused

Why does he want a map?

Why would you have a map?

“No why do you need a map?” You texted back waiting for his reply

“Because I keep getting lost in your eyes” Lando replied and you rolled your eyes at his cheesy pick up line.

-

Lando waited for your reply but it never came “she left me on read you guys” Lando shook his head laughing making ginge and filly scream and die of laughter

“She literally left me on read guys I can see the two ticks” lando said his eyes wrinkling from laughing

“That is literally perfect” filly cried through his mic.

A couple minutes later you poked your head through Lando’s door.

“Baby?” You said making him jump and take his headset off

“What was that about?” You said quietly since you didn’t want people to hear you, since you didn’t know if his cheesy pick up line was a prank or genuine.

“Babe- It was a prank” Lando laughed making you roll your eyes “it was all ginge and filly’s idea! I had nothing to do with that awful pick-up line” Lando chuckled as he put his hands up,

You stood next to him and looked at his camera and saw ginge and filly who were crying of laughter “you guys are dicks.” You said through landos microphone and they both pissed themselves even more

“Sorry! But it was too funny not to!” Ginge said and you rolled your eyes shaking your head with a smile.

You stood up and Lando rested his hand on your waist pulling you close to him only the armchair blocking you “you can stay if you want baby” he said softly “you sure?” You asked and he nodded “of course, they were talking about how much they miss you anyway and I don’t even want to mention the chat! They haven’t stopped talking about you” lando said as he showed you some of the comments.

UserA: Where’s y/nnnnn! We miss her and her jokes!

UserB: OMG- CAN WE TALK ABT THE HAND PLACEMENT?!

UserC: Omg- where did she get that matching pj set cause it’s SO CUTE

UserD: SHES BACK ONG MY FAV COUPLE EVER <3

You smiled at the comments and Lando tapped his thigh gesturing for you to sit on his lap which you did, you straddled him and nuzzled your face into his neck. This was 1000% your favourite place in the entire world.

In his arms, you could only smell him, feel him and your favourite thing was falling asleep to him talking and you giggled when you heard ginge taking the piss out of Lando or filly.

“You guys make me feel so single I’m not even gonna lie” filly joked as he looked at you two, you snuggled on lando’s lap, he arm wrapped around you making small circles on your back under your his hoodie.

“Oi! Y/n- can u hear me?” Ginge said loudly making Lando jump a bit from the noise going directly into his ear but for you it was perfect “yes I can” you laughed at lando holding his headphones away from his ear.

“If you’re ever bored or Lando is being annoying just know I’m free for you always. Always. Hit me up” ginge joked making you giggle and Lando rolled his eyes.

“I’ll keep that noted” you laughed when he winked at you through the screen making Lando shake his head laughing

“Oi! Get your own girlfriend!” Lando argued into his mic making ginge laugh loudly.

You couldn’t hide your grin at their stupidity,

You actually found his stupid,cheesy and cringe pick up line quite cute though…you’d never let him know that though or he wouldn’t stop sending them.

[rootspiral]

Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 2 part 3

(Wandavision entries: [1][2][3])

(AAA entries: ep1 [1][2][3][4] ep2 [1][2][3][4] ep3 [1][2][3] ep4 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][+1] ep5 [1])

surprise sunday double drop!

insert the mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry meme here

dressed for success, armor on, time to do what she does best.

the way she visibly shrinks and trembles at the salem seven watching her. this coward is so terrified of dying and having to face her wife and son.

NO THEY ARE NOT WELCOME BILLY. WE'RE GONNA KILL THEM BILLY

look at how agatha's body language changes as soon as the others arrive. she's doing the thing!

lilia hasn't eaten in three days. she's poor, okay. her bed is literally inside her wall. (jen is mirroring agatha, interesting! they're both on high alert)

"High Priestess." Immense spiritual power, unwilling or unable to use it. meanwhile, future!lilia is sitting at the tarot table, looking for her coven through time. Unwilling or unable is a funny way to describe Jen's situation, I need to think about it a bit more.

she heard the Ballad, jen. you might even say she wrote it, jen. lol all her crime scene pictures are walls and gardens and random street corners.

look at the symmetry in this shot, it's beautifully composed. alice leaning against the door, a bit shy

I can't get over how agatha takes a moment to feel the weight of what she's about to do to sharon. the girls want a green witch and rio is out of the question, so sharon has to be sacrificed in her place, simple as that. a complete innocent. agatha is about to kill her.

branded is such a violent word too. as if the people of westview were cattle.

how lonely she's been since her husband died. how thrilled and glad she is to be invited to a party. I have very strong feelings about sharon and I'm gonna destroy you with them, don't you worry.

agatha's fake smile fades the moment she's alone. and you know the recurring joke about her forgetting sharon's name and calling her mrs. hart? it's on purpose, and it's demeaning, and it's a way to distance herself from her guilt. she does that with Tommy's name too. if sharon is a joke, maybe her death won't be so wrong. as if she's hurting a caricature rather than a real person.

agatha doesn't want billy anywhere near the crossfire

sharon took her purse but forgot to take off her gardening apron

future!lilia jumps back in time for a second to let us know she doesn't appreciate elphabagatha straddling her. couldn't be me.

BILLY HAS ALWAYS BEEN LINKED TO RABBITS AND SEÑOR SCRATCHY AND NICKY. IN THIS ESSAY I WILL-

nicky's bell!

lilia always singing backup is both hilarious and in character tbh. agatha would think she deserves to be lead singer. lilia would think she's undeserving despite literally sounding like patti lupone and being the most powerful witch around

(has there been anything from the costume department about lilia's necklace and vest decorations? they look fascinating)

herb, my guy. it's time to move to eastview or smth

there is absolutely NO REASON for agatha to be that intense. she is not doing any real magic, she's playing a part and being cheesy about it as usual

yeah, sorry girls. you are all great singers and harmonize together beautifully, but like. you know. patti lupone. she's on another plane of existence. like I said perfectly in character! lilia is that bitch!! be glad she has a heart of gold and the self-confidence of a shoelace, or she would literally be ruling a couple galaxies at this point

oh, alice, sweetie. while agatha is faking emotion, alice's tears are so real and painful. what's worse, agatha's feelings about the song are just as deep and complex, but she won't let herself feel them. especially not in front of other people.

gasp! how DARE YOU ma'am! lol they were all speechless for a moment at the intimacy they just shared and now they are deflecting

oooh Agatha trying to get a rise out of them calls Lilia a coward, jen a fraud and alice a disappointment. We have our lion, scarecrow and tin man.

well someone's panicking

well well well how the turntables

lmao billy going agathaahahahahahaha

kudos for making the salem seven so creepy on zero budget tbh

agatha looks at the Road, looks at the blue magic, looks at Billy. and you know what I think? this is when she knew. right from the start. that this is Billy, Wanda's Billy, and that he created this. Her heart is still pounding in panic, she cannot believe she's still alive. She could call the kid out immediately, but she still hasn't got what she wanted: the others' powers. and she has learned the hard way how dangerous chaos magic is, so she chooses to lay low and study the situation a little more. she is always, always scheming and studying and improvising, she is bullshitting when she takes off her shoes, needs to pretend she knows what's going on.

toto we're not in kansas etc etc. dear lord these scenes are so infuriatingly dark. it's gonna be a bitch to brighten them.

and that's it for episode two! next we look at sharon's tragic demise. shoutout to @73chn1c0l0rr3v3l for always being first to like and reblog, thank you!

go to episode 3 part 1

[nyankochan]

Sound of Snow

Pairing: deaf!Rengoku x gn!reader (college au)

Synopsis: There’s a cute guy in your class who ends up being your partner for a big research project. However, after realizing there’s a slight communication issue, you’re determined to learn sign language. And in the process of teaching you, Kyojuro realizes he’s slowly falling for you

Romance Tropes: college setting, tutoring, he falls first, miscommunication (lmao I’m so sorry), golden retriever bf

A/n: remember how in the spin off story Rengoku ruptured his ear drums to battle the flute demon? Imagine him being deaf/hard of hearing in the modern, Kimetsu Academy world. I’m also obsessed with “A Sign of Affection” and Ana Huang’s books.

W/c: 7K (im sorry)

History was your least favorite subject.

Most of the time it was boring as hell, nearly putting you to sleep from the long drawn out lectures your professor gave. It didn’t help that his lessons were insanely dull nor the fact the class was a large lecture with some 50 students in it. You were a literal small fish in a big sea, so it was damn near impossible to ask questions during the lesson or to get 1-on-1 help with the teacher.

You were doing the best you could. You and your roommate, Mitsuri, who was also on the verge of failing, often held late night cram sessions, trying to do your best at memorizing dates and key moments in history. With little success, you were truly hoping that on the midterm you could skate by with at least a D.

“For the midterm, you will be doing a group research project on one of the four units we’ve discussed thus far,” sensei explains. “You have been assigned a partner at random, and the four of you have the flexibility to do a research on anything as long as it pertains to one of our units. Today you meet with your partner, and by Friday I need you to submit a project proposal.”

“Great,” you groan, nearly slamming your face on the desk. Beside you, Mitsuri giggled. You don’t know why she was laughing. Her grades were as bad as yours.

“Mind you, this project is worth thirty-five percent of your overall final grade,” sensei continues. “I highly advise you not wait until the last minute for this assignment as you have a month to put together your report. I’ll display the groups on the board. You have the rest of the class to discuss.”

From your seat it’s hard to see the board. Squinting you eventually find your name and group:

Group 3: Iguro Obanai, L/n Y/n, Kanroji Mitsuri, Rengoku Kyojuro

“Oh oh! Y/n! We’re together,” Mitsuri says, excitedly shaking you. You hope the other two are smart, otherwise, you’re fucked.

The professor gives a few more instructions before allowing people to break into their groups.

“Excuse me,” someone said. Standing in front of yours and Mitsuri’s desk are two guys that you’ve never seen before (then again, you hardly pay attention to anyone or anything in class).

One of the guys is much shorter, with shoulder length black hair and uniquely colored eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses. He wears a black face mask that honestly matches the rest of his dark ensemble, a black and white cardigan that hangs baggy on his body.

Next to him is a taller individual with wild, shoulder length blond hair that’s been dyed red at the tips. He’s dressed in a white tshirt with an unzipped windbreaker jacket and grey joggers. When the male notices your stare, he smiles. It’s so radiant that you think you’ll go blind.

“I’m Iguro Obanai, and this is Rengoku,” the guy with the mask introduces. “It looks like we’re partners. A pleasure to work with you.”

“I’m Kanroji! But you can feel free to call me Mitsuri,” you roommate says too excitedly. “And this is Y/n!”

You nod in acknowledgment. They don’t seem so bad. Perhaps you’ll actually ace this midterm and avoid having to retake the class. After Iguro and Rengoku push two desks together, you get to work.

Iguro practically assumes the role of the group leader, not that anyone objects or complains. His notes are detailed, organized and surprisingly, they make sense to you. Though he comes up with a few good potential ideas, he doesn’t force any final decisions, leaving it up to the group.

“I like the pop culture idea,” you agree. “I think it would go along well with the globalization unit.”

“Ohh I actually understood that unit!” Mitsuri said. “Good idea, Iguro!” Though he wears a mask, you note the way the black haired male’s ears redden slightly in embarrassment from the praise. You grin. You can already see the budding romance forming on the horizon, and you’d support it no matter what.

Rengoku though hasn’t said much. He nods along, looking intently back and forth between his notebook and Iguro’s, who points out things for him to write from time to time. You don’t want to exclude his opinion, so you ask, “does that idea work for you, Rengoku?”

“Oh yeah, we don’t want to invalidate your opinion,” Mitsuri adds, as kind and considerate as ever.

“Uh…” Rengoku’s eyebrows furrow slightly. He looks to Iguro. His companion makes a gesture, communicating something with only a few hand signs which makes the blond’s expression appear more excited. “Oh, yes!” Rengoku signs back while vocalizing his agreement. His enthusiasm is kinda cute?

“Sign language?” Mitsuri beats you to the question.

“It’s not really my place to share,” Iguro says, glancing over at Rengoku who’s hunched over his notebook, pen quickly jotting away. As his hair falls over his shoulders, you see something red around his ear. “But Rengoku’s deaf.”

Rengoku turns his notebook towards you and Mitsuri. The two of you lean in to read his neat handwriting.

“I’ve been fully deaf since I was seven. I have hearing aids that help me distinguish some sounds, but I’m fluent in JSL and know a bit of ASL. I can read lips decently, and Obanai helps a bunch with things that I miss. I really like the project idea and I will make sure to do my part! ( ^ω^ )”

The little emoticon makes you smile.

“Wow you’re so amazing Kyojuro!” Mitsuri says. “I’ve always wanted to learn sign language.”

“Obanai and I can teach you,” Rengoku scribbles across the page.

“Woah, you know JSL too?”

Iguro, somewhat bashfully, nods. “We grew up together, so naturally I picked up on it.”

“I see! Say, why don’t we create a group chat in LINE so we can meet up outside of class.”

With no objections, you all exchange contact information. Mitsuri does the honor of creating the chat and nicknaming it “study buddies.” You add Iguro and Rengoku as friends so that their names come up your contact.

You send each of them a silly Pokémon sticker. Rengoku responds back with an onigiri emote wearing sunglasses. You laugh. It was cute.

You don’t notice the way Rengoku stares at you, watching the way you expression changes with laughter and how your eyes crinkle and your teeth show with your smile. His cheeks slowly turn red. Iguro’s the only one that notices his friend’s flustered look, and he could only smile behind his mask.

The bell rings signaling the end of the period. You all begin gathering your belongings, placing them in your bags, Iguro signing to Rengoku that class is finished. “Oh, are you guys free?” Mitsuri asks. “Why don’t we all grab lunch together?”

“I’m available,” Iguro instantly agrees. He looks to Rengoku, asking if he’s hungry.

“Yes!” Rengoku replied, cheerfully.

Iguro chuckles. “You’re always hungry.”

At that moment, Mitsuri’s stomach growls, her face flushing from embarrassment as you snicker under your breath. “So is this one over here,” you laugh. “What shall we get? Is sushi good?”

“Oh! Good idea! There’s actually a new restaurant that opened up by campus,” Mitsuri says. She searches up something on her phone, before everyone’s device pings with a message in the group chat. Rengoku’s phone vibrates in his pocket. He opens up the link sent and scrolls through the menu. He’s never been an overly picky eater and likes just about all food, but seeing that this particular restaurant had a tempura and sweet potato lunch sent, he’s instantly sold.

Kyojuro: I’m in!! ٩( ᐛ )و they have tempura teishoku!

Iguro: At this rate if you eat too much tempura, your hair will change colors

Kyojuro: waatt seriously?! ಠ_ಠ

Y/n: that’s what happened to Mitsuri’s hair. She ate too much Sakura mochi ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Kanroji:wahhh!??! That’s not true and you know it! .°(ಗдಗ。)°.

You all laugh, Mitsuri sulking as you leave the classroom. Iguro tries to cheer the pink haired girl up, and she honestly gets over her funk pretty quickly, beginning to talk his ear off. Not that he seems to mind, making no effort to stop her.

On the other hand, you and Rengoku trail behind the budding couple. You aren't quite sure what to say to him. Compared to Mitsuri, you were nowhere near as outgoing or extraverted and striking up a conversation didn't come as easy to you. In fact, you hardly talked to anyone in you classes outside of Mitsuri and your other roommate, a biology major named Shinobu.

Rengoku noticed your apprehension, like you wanted to say something but wasn't sure if you should or not. He definitely wanted to get to know you. At the same time, he didn't want to make you uncomfortable, in case perhaps, group outings weren't really your thing. He taps your shoulder, catching you off guard.

"You okay?" Rengoku asks.

"Huh? Oh-" You frantically wave your hands, embarrassed at being called out. "Yes! I'm sorry. I'm okay. I just zoned out a bit."

There is an unreadable expression on Rengoku's face as he tilts his head to the side. He then smiles. With his right hand he touches his fingertips to the left side of his chest and moves them to the right. "Okay," he repeats.

You have a confused look on your face, and Rengoku repeats the sign again. Hesitantly, you mimic him, unsure if you're mirroring his action correctly. "Like this?"

Rengoku grabs your hand, gently bending your fingers so that your hand is slightly curved. You notice just how big his hand is compared to yours, long slender fingers covering yours as he adjusts the positioning of your own. He then moves your hand from the left to the right. "This is sign for okay," he informs.

His touch lingers even when he pulls away. His hand was rough and calloused, yet warm and comforting in a way you couldn't explain. You repeat the sign, Rengoku's nod of approval making something in your chest flutter. If only your teachers were this kind and efficient with teaching. Maybe then you'd pass your classes, let alone pay attention.

"Um, Rengoku," you cut yourself off to pull your phone out of your pocket. You find his name on LINE, but curiously, Rengoku leans over your shoulder to see what you type. "What's your major?" You ask.

"History," Rengoku answers, signing along what you think is the word for it. He pauses for a moment to think, before taking out his phone to text. A message soon comes through. "What about you?"

Y/n: I'm a ___ major. Mitsuri's majoring in art and graphic design

Kyojuro: Intersting! Obanai's a chem major.

Kyojuro: do you know what you want to do with your degree afterwards?

Y/n: not at all T^T. And if I don't pass this history class, I can kiss getting that degree goodbye anyway

Kyojuro: (・・?)

Kyojuro: If you ever need help, feel free to let me know! I’d be happy to share any notes!! (^O^)／

Y/n: Rengoku you’re a godsend!

(つД`)ノ

Kyojuro: haha! Please just call me Kyojuro!

Y/n: right! Then call me y/n!

You hear Rengoku let out a laugh, a quiet little chuckle as he grins your way. You feel heat creep across your cheeks and you quickly look away before he noticed. He was so kind and sweet without even trying, being nice to you though you’d only just met. You weren’t really one to fluster, but something about him just had you feeling giddy.

Rengoku taps your shoulder again, seeing you weren’t paying attention. He holds out his right hand, nodding for you to do the same. He goes through a few signs, pausing to correct your fingers every once in a while. You have no clue what you’re doing, but try to follow along.

“That’s your name,” Rengoku says, signing through your name faster than he’d instructed.

“I see…” you try to copy, but forget one of the letters. “Uh…” Rengoku smiles and re-shows you the character.

“Like this.” With his close proximity, you could smell what ever cologne he used earlier, giving him a woodsy smell that reminded you of a campfire. You could feel your heart racing as nerves took over.

“I don’t think I’ll remember in five minutes, but I’ll practice,” you laugh. “How do you sign your name?”

Rengoku instantly frowned, scratching at his cheek, a nervous tick of his. “My name is…difficult.”

Still, you offer him a sincere smile. “Please teach me.”

Rengoku nods. But before he could show you the first character, your group arrives at the restaurant.

The place you had chosen was a revolving sushi chain, popular in various cities for the variety in the menu and the fun prizes you could get after eating so many plates. A place finally opened up near campus, so it was quite packed with college students.

Iguro signs in at the kiosk. A ticket prints for your assigned table and a waitress points your group in the direction of your seat. You originally planned to sit by Mitsuri. Why wouldn’t you sit by your best friend after all? But before you could, Rengoku grabs the sleeve of your sweatshirt, stopping you in your tracks.

He honestly reacted before he could process his actions. At the realization, Rengoku’s face slowly reddened and his mind went blank as the request sitting on the tip of his tongue fell short. Why did he grab you?! What possessed him to do such an embarrassing thing? He hoped you wouldn’t be offended or take it the wrong way. His eyes darted toward his friend, a silent plea for help.

“You want to sit by Y/n?” Iguro signed. He chuckled under his breath. “Just ask. When have you been known to be shy?”

Iguro was no help. Rengoku knew his friend wanted to sit with Mitsuri as much as he wanted to sit next to you.

“Sit?” Rengoku said hesitantly. “Please?”

You offer a smile before scooting into the both left to him leaving Iguro to settle in beside Mitsuri. Not that your somewhat air headed friend noticed how the black haired male sunk into his seat to put some nervous space between them.

What was nice about the restaurant was there was a tablet to order from. You just had to select what you wanted from the menu, submit it to the kitchen, then a few minutes later the plate would come down the conveyor belt to your table.

Mitsuri snatched the device before anyone could completely get settled. Although she contemplated about what to eat and asked everyone for their opinions, you knew she added it to the order regardless. Iguro orders a drink and maybe two items (always had a small appetite) before handing it to you. You add the items you want, including a melon soda, and pass along the tablet to Rengoku.

He’s cute in the way he ponders his decision, but ultimately, much like Mitsuri, orders half the menu. It takes a while for the orders to come out, a plate deposited down the conveyor belt every few minutes. So, the group decides to eat as food arrives and order more food into the rotation.

“This food is so good!” Mitsuri gushes, her mouth full of rice. Her stack of plates was at least 15 high. Her and Rengoku alone contributed to most of the dish ware cluttering the table while you barely had four.

“Tasty!” Rengoku agrees, swiping his hand under his jaw. It almost looked like he was wiping food from his chin despite nothing being there. He looks to you with a smile and repeats the sign with a questioning expression.

“Oh, yeah,” you say. You copy the gesture. Rengoku’s smile widens and he holds up his chopsticks to you.

“Tempura.”

“N-no it’s okay.” Rengoku pouts. You sigh and open your mouth to let him happily feed you. “It’s delicious,” you sign, albeit a bit incorrect, but you tried nonetheless. And that little notion of intent left a fluttering feeling in Rengoku’s chest.

No one ever really made an effort to learn sign language, unfortunately. Outside of Iguro, his brother and his mother, many didn’t bother to even learn the basics. Hell, his father knew JSL but often intentionally ignored him and avoided communicating. The fact that you were making a conscious effort to learn the few words he’d shown you made Rengoku insanely happy.

“Ne, Obanai, you don’t want anything else?” Mitsuri asked, pulling her next plate off the conveyor belt.

“No, I’m not very hungry,” the male mumbled.

“Ehh? But you have to try this one! It has salmon!” At her insistence, Iguro sighs and allows her to place the sushi roll on his plate.

You ponder what else to eat but don’t think you could possibly stomach anything else. Rengoku leans against you to try to look at the menu in your hand. He’s warm. You could feel his body heat and smell his cologne more potently, and it jumbled the nerves in your stomach. It took everything in you not to lean into his touch though you desperately wanted to.

“K-Kyo-“ dammit. Your voice cracked. Calm down. You point to the tuna roll. “Can you teach me the sign for this?”

Rengoku eagerly nodded and held out his hand. He showed tuna. Rice. Salmon. Sushi. Egg. To eat. With a little guidance, you managed to string together a choppy “I eat a sushi roll.” You kept fucking up the different fish and eventually conceded, much to Rengoku’s amusement.

“Are you two done with your lesson?” Iguro asks/signs, a knowing smirk on his face. “The other people at the table would like to see the menu if you’re done hogging it.”

Both you and Rengoku flush, and you quickly shove the device across the table. You were both so wrapped up in your own little world together, everything else had bleared into the background. Both of you were falling fast, and neither realized it.

~*~

The next few weeks you were busy, juggling your group project meeting, your other coursework, and your fellowship responsibilities for your scholarship (a few hours of work for the department), you were exhausted and a bit stressed. Your group met a couple times a week in the library to work on the project, which thankfully gotten approved by your professor without any issues.

You and Rengoku also often had sign language lessons here and there. Sometimes while you waited for Mitsuri and Iguro to arrive at the library. Or During your lunch breaks when you had time. You now had a decent grasp on the letters and basic greetings but could no where near hold a full blown conversation. Rengoku was patient and helpful, just happy to spend a little more time with you when his schedule permitted.

Much like you, everyone had their busy schedules. Mitsuri had her art club. Iguro had his chemistry labs. And Rengoku, much to your surprise, had practice for the Kendo team. Not that it should. His physique had to come from some physical sport. You’ve seen the way his muscles flex under the sleeves of his shirt. And you’ve quickly learned that Rengoku’s a hugger, from how easily he picks you up in greeting.

“No stop Y/n!” You mentally scold yourself. “Stop fantasizing about his body. What are you? A horny teenager? Focus on your damn homework!”

“Ara? If you glare at your textbook any harder, it may combust,” a soothing, yet somewhat sly voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, hey Shinobu. I didn’t realize you were going to be home this early.”

Your other roommate smiled, but you always suspected a hint of fakeness behind it. She always came across as guarded, like she was hiding something. Still, the short black haired girl was friendly and cordial, always doing her fair share of chores and entertaining Mitsuri’s insistence on weekly movie nights for bonding.

“The lab I’m a TA for ended early when one of the students got acid in his eyes from messing around,” Shinobu sighed. “He ended up being alright, but the professor was not thrilled.”

You cringe at the thought. Shinobu doesn’t stay long. Her phone rings, as upon glancing at the caller idea, you swear a hint of red touches her cheeks, and Shinobu hurries off, retreating to her room to study as she claimed.

Your textbook seems to mock you as you will yourself to focus. It was just so boring and all the words started to blur together as you fought the urge to doze off.

Your phone pinged.

Rengoku: Heyooo!! s( ^ω^ )

Rengoku: are you busy??

Y/n: studying. Why?

Rengoku: look outside

You nearly fell off the couch trying to stand. You pull back the blinds to open the slide door leading to the balcony. Below, Rengoku waves up at you, dressed in a red sweater and jeans, a scarf wrapped around his neck. It was chilly, thanks to the growing fall weather, and his lack coat was concerning.

Y/n: what are you doing here?!

Rengoku: I was on my way home from my part time job. I got to take home extra cupcakes and was wondering if you wanted one?

You forgot. You and Rengoku actually lived in the same complex, but different buildings. He roomed with Iguro, a scary engineering major named Shinazugawa, and another gentleman named Tomioka who you hadn’t met.

Rengoku: is now a bad time?

You snap quickly out of your shock.

Y/n: no! I’m on my way down!

You throw on some shoes, grab your keys, and wrap the throw blanket around your shoulders before flying out of your apartment, nearly falling down the stairs.

Rengoku waited patiently outside your building, ears and cheeks growing hot from the chilling cold and anticipation. He had been in such a rush to go see you that he all but forgot his fall coat. His hands felt like ice around the cupcake box. But to see you it was all worth it.

He instantly feels warm when he sees you stumble out the door, frazzled and under dressed. Before he could say anything, you grab him by the arm and yank him into the warmth of the building.

“Geeze, you’re gonna get sick without a coat!” You scold, though you were now shivering from the brief moment you stepped outside.

Rengoku merely smiles and holds up the box of cupcakes wrapped up neatly with a bow. “For you!”

His smile is contagious. “You might as well come up for a bit,” you say with a sigh, turning to hide your flustered face. “It’d be rude to kick out someone so cute…”

“Hm?”

“Nothing! Follow me.”

You lead Rengoku up the stairs and down the hall to your apartment, 205. Right as you’re arriving, Shinobu’s leaving it what seems to be a haste.

“Hey, I thought you had studying to do?” You say, oddly suspicious of her behavior. She’s usually so put together.

Shinobu seems startled by masks it well. “Something came up and so I’ll be home late. Bye!”

Rengoku and you wear similar confused expressions as you both enter the apartment. “Well, that was strange,” you comment.

“She’s…roommate?” Rengoku questions.

“Yeah. Shinobu Kocho.” You spell out her name in sign language. Rengoku nods.

“She has come to my place before.” You aren’t prepared for the bombshell he drops.

“Wait huh?!”

“Yes, she and Tomioka seem close.”

Oh you were most definitely not letting this shit go. You were gonna have a field day with this information.

“Make yourself comfortable,” you say. “The place is kinda a mess. I’ll grab some plates and drinks.”

Rengoku looks around the living room like a curious cat. The pastel pillows on the couch match the rug and blankets, which he could only assume Mitsuri had a hand in the color choice. The small dining table is cluttered with mail and books. And the TV’s set to a chill radio station. Your laptop and textbooks are still spread out on the living room ottoman.

“I was just doing homework before you came.”

You hand Rengoku a plate with a vanilla cupcake and set a glass of tea down on the stand before settling on the floor where you had left your belongings. You bite into the (favorite flavor) cupcake you chose, moaning at the sweet taste.

Rengoku looks between his cupcake and you then decides to settle next to you on the floor. The space between the couch and ottoman is narrow, and he’s so tall his knees bend and his broad shoulders brush against yours. He lets out a hiss as his shin collides with the wooden structure.

“You could’ve sat on the couch,” you chuckle, patting his knee. You sign back into your laptop, the device opening up the Canvas discussion post you had yet to complete.

“History?” Rengoku asks, head titling to try and see your assignment and not quite resting all the way on your shoulder.

“Yeah. I don’t really understand the question though.” And you were ready to make up random bullshit with the hopes it’d sound smart enough to warrant a passing grade.

Rengoku skimmed through the question, an intense look on his face. “Can I borrow a notebook?” He asks, gesturing towards your open Campus journal.

You nod. “Go ahead.”

Rengoku spends the forty five minutes jotting down notes on the paper, (since signing would be too complicated and having the notes to review later would be helpful), explaining in detail the question. He wrote down helpful information and even drew little diagrams that better depicted things in a visual level. By the end of his mini lesson, you had constructed arguably the most well written discussion post, you were sure your teacher would give you a decent grade.

He was honestly such a good teacher. Calm. Patient. Neat handwriting and easy to follow along. For once, you weren’t completely brain dead after doing your homework.

“Has anyone told you that you’d make a good teacher?” You write on a new page. You close your computer, then stretch, groaning slightly at how stiff you’ve gotten. Now your ass was sore from sitting on the ground for so long.

“I hope to get my teaching license after next year,” Rengoku writes underneath you.

Ah. That made sense. He was definitely good at it.

What do you want to teach?

History of course, but I’d be happy to teach anything.

What grade?

I don’t know. I like kids, so maybe middle school?

No. They’re little assholes.

(*^o^*)

What he writes next makes your chest constrict, you suck in air and fall silent.

It’s sometimes hard for deaf and hard of hearing students to go to school. We often need extra help and care, which is hard to get as there aren’t many schools with the resources and tools necessary. I want to be that resource so maybe, I can help a student enjoy school as much as I have.

Rengoku really was too kind. He had such admirable goals and remained positively optimistic. His heart was made of gold. And you…you didn’t know what you wanted to do. You were just skating by and trying your best in college but you didn’t have no definitive plans. You changed your major twice already, and only had lackluster grades. That thought alone was pretty scary and caused you a lot of anxiety.

“I really admire you, Kyojuro”

Rengoku read that sentence over and over.

He had never received that kind of praise before. Often just pitying looks and side comments that he didn’t need to hear in order to understand the implication. But, from you, he didn’t gather that at all. Yet, why did you have such a sad look on your face?

Rengoku leaned close to examine your expression. You flinched at his sudden proximity, but he simply brushed a few strands out of your face. You eyes were glossy, threatening to spill with tears.

His gaze softened.

His curved hand drags from one side of his chest to the other.

A simple sign.

A simple question.

One that threatened to break your composure.

“I’m okay.”

Rengoku didn’t move. Worry etched his features. You swear his eyes flicker from your eyes down to your lips. Your body involuntarily tenses, your breathing becoming constricted. Was that a blush dusting his cheeks?

“K-kyo…”

His lips touched yours, soft, gentle and sweet. They taste faintly of the cupcake he had earlier. A shiver ran through you as his finger traced your jaw. Your heart raced erratically, thunder in your ears.

That brief moment was all it took for Rengoku to become completely enamored. Your lips were everything he wanted and more. And for just a bit, was it selfish of him to indulge in you just a little longer?

Suddenly, you hear the front door click as the key turns. You quickly pull away, snapping out of your trance. As Mitsuri enters the apartment, you’re already standing, empty cups in hand, and walking to the kitchen.

“Oh hey Mitsuri,” you try to sound as casual as possible despite the erratic beating of your heart.

“Oh, did I interrupt something?” Mitsuri looks between you and Rengoku who remained rooted to his position in the ground, trying to still his own racing heartbeat.

He didn’t trust himself to turn around, knowing how hot his face felt, it was surely red as his hair. His fingers still tingled from your lingering touch. And he could still breathe in the remaining scent of your shampoo. It had his head spinning.

What was wrong with him?

Everything was fine just a second ago.

But he couldn’t get the look on your face out of his mind. How he just wanted to pull you into his arms and assure you that whatever was bothering you would be ok. To feel you against him. To replace that sad look with the smile he’d grown to love over the past month. And it that moment, he acted before thinking.

He wanted…

Rengoku quickly gathered his belongings. He didn’t know what you had talked about with Mitsuri, and didn’t bother to find out.

“Wait, Kyo, you’re leaving already?” You say, trying to mask your disappointment.

“I forgot! I haven’t finished my laundry!” It wasn’t a complete lie. And he didn’t want Shinazugawa throwing his stuff on the floor again.

“Oh…see you later then?”

With a smile, Rengoku pats your head. He nods to Mitsuri, before excusing himself out of your place. The door shuts with a soft close that seems to echo in your ears.

~*~

You don’t see Rengoku at all the next couple weeks and it drives you crazy.

Your group finished the project and got an A on it. Since the assignment was over, so was the group study sessions. Of course, you still see Iguro from time to time, especially with how much he hangs out with Mitsuri, but there is no sign of his roommate. And that, although you try not to show it, disappoints you.

You try so hard (with no avail) not to worry that you did something wrong but of course your brain tries to convince you otherwise. After all, he had been the one to initiate the kiss, so the attraction was there, right?

You missed his smile and his warm presence. You missed your sign language lessons and wanted to show him the new things you’ve learned on your own.

You missed him.

“Hello, earth to Y/n! Are you listening?” You snap out of your daze at Shinobu’s call. It was Friday night. Which meant, Mitsuri’s (mandatory) roommate movie night with junk food and mocktails.

“Huh?” You blink back to reality.

“Are you going to pull the popcorn out the microwave or do you hope to move it with your mind?” Her tone was both teasing and slightly sarcastic, trying to get a rise out of you. But you just robotically pull the bag out and set it on the table. Shinobu’s smile turns into a smirk as she looks to Mitsuri. “Ara. It seems like it’s worse than we thought.”

“Yep. Totally out of it,” the pink haired girl giggled. “Y/n’s completely immobilized by love-“

“Wait, what?” Now you heard that. “I’m not in love! What makes you say that?”

Your roommates wear matching mischievous looks.

“Now, don’t play dumb,” Shinobu teases. “You’ve been moping around like a heartbroken teenager with this look of longing written all across your face.”

“I-I do not!”

Mitsuri’s face softened ever so slightly, not quite looking at you with pity, but concern. “We’re just worried. Ever since Rengoku came over, you’ve been really down. Did something happen?”

“No,” you sigh, pouring the popcorn into the bowl. The buttery smell fills the kitchen. “There’s nothing going on so there’s nothing to worry about.”

“Sounds like denial to me~” Shibobu says.

“I don’t want to hear shit from the biggest tsundere here.”

Shinobu scoffs, taking a handful of popcorn. “I don’t kill the mood with my relationship drama. Now out with it. What’s going on with you and Rengoku?”

“Nothing,” you huff. You sit on the couch, hogging the bowl. Other snacks and drinks had already been set up in the living room including cookies and cupcakes from the bakery a certain someone worked part time at. “There’s nothing going on between us so leave it at that.”

“But you two seemed so close,” Mitsuri comments. You shrug and don’t elaborate further.

What was there to talk about? You hadn’t seen Rengoku one on one since the day he came over. End of story. It’s not like you two were together or anything so who were you to be privy to his whereabouts or personal life? He had better things to do than to deal with someone like you. Actual goals that you shouldn’t distract him from.

Now did he tell you all this? Well, no.

But you could gather that from how he avoided eye contact with you during the last few group study sessions and that he never read your last message, you figured he’d probably realized whatever chemistry you thought you guys had wasn’t there. And it was better to cut things off before either fell too hard.

It was for the better.

Right?

That’s why the ache in your chest hurts so bad.

Right.

“Oh, Y/n,” Mitsuri coos. She pulls you against her side, wrapping her arms around you in a tight hug. You hadn’t realized that stray tears managed to escape and trickle down your cheeks.

You furiously rub them away. “It’s fine. Let’s just start the movie.”

It was Mitsuri’s turn to select the movie for the night, so she decides to put on The Beauty and the Beast.

You mostly tune out the film, barely paying attention. Your thoughts consuming your focus.

Did Rengoku regret kissing you?

Is that why he had been avoiding you?

Why did you heart have to betray you?

Halfway through the film, Mitsuri fell asleep (despite it being one of her favorites), and Shinobu was not paying attention, scrolling through her phone.

Then, your own phone lit up with a text notification from LINE.

Rengoku: can you meet me outside?

Rengoku: we need to talk

~*~

If you had asked Rengoku Kyojuro several years ago, hell, even a couple months ago, If he thought he’d ever be in love, let alone all for someone, he’d have laughed it off. Tell you that he didn’t see it for himself. And he’d accepted that.

But something about you threw all reason out the door and all his thoughts were consumed with you. At first, being around you was good enough for him. He liked being around you, teaching you sign language and texting you about random things. Then, the more he got to know you, the more that being around you wasn’t enough.

He wanted you close. In whatever way he could. To hold your hand. To hug you. To lay your head on his shoulder while you both studied. Anything to embrace your proximity and cherish it as much as possible. And for the most part, he held himself back. Showed some restraint.

But for some reason, seeing you so vulnerable…it broke something in him and he kissed you without thinking.

Did he regret it? No. He wanted to do it again and again and would if he could.

But Rengoku didn’t know how to tell you that. He supposed he was a coward and let his own self doubts cloud his judgment and he panicked.

Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Rengoku paused the show he was watching, some random drama you had recommended, and looked up to see Iguro standing behind the couch.

“Have you seen my iPad charger? I can’t find it?” Iguro asks.

“The black one? I don’t think so? You ask Sanemi?”

Iguro sighed. “If Shinazugawa took it then I’m not getting it back.” Rengoku stiffed a laugh as his childhood friend took a seat next to him on the couch. “I’ve been trying to find a moment to talk to you and now seems like a good time, but what’s going on between you and Y/n?”

Rengoku’s chest constricts. “What are you talking about?”

Iguro rolled his eyes. “Don’t play dumb. I noticed the awkward tension between you two during the study sessions. And you always leave quickly. Like you’re avoiding Y/n.”

Rengoku frowns, looking down at his hands.

Why exactly was he avoiding you? He didn’t even have a good reason the more he thought about it and it wasn’t in his nature to turn tail and run from something, regardless of how challenging it was. But when it came to you…it was like his normal rationale went out the window.

“I…” The words fall short. Doubt swirls in the pit of his stomach and it makes him nauseous. “I really like Y/n.” Admitting it out loud was strange. “But…it’s a scary feeling.”

It scared him how fast he fell. How hard his feelings hit him. It was overwhelming and unnerving, and he feared he fucked it up by acting without thinking when he kissed you. The way you took up his thoughts was maddening. And he was scared that he wouldn’t be enough for you.

Iguro gave his friend a soft, somewhat understandable, look. “It can be scary. But I’m sure Y/n feels the same way. You don’t have to navigate it alone, so just be honest with them.”

Rengoku sighed. “But how do I do that?”

“I could think of a few ideas, but that wouldn’t be very sincere, would it?”

After thinking for a minute, Rengoku stands and quickly rushes toward the door, grabbing his coat and putting in the first pair of shoes he could find. “I’ll be back!”

Iguro laughs. It was about time.

Rengoku texts you as he runs to your building. He’s out of breath by the time he makes it outside. He didn’t even stop to think about whether or not you’d actually show up. What if you didn’t want to see him anymore? Then what would his plan be?

He doesn’t see that you exit the building, bundled up in your jacket. But once he does, it’s a rush of emotions that makes his knees weak.

You approach, bashful, after wrangling over your thoughts for several minutes before finally deciding to hear him out. Shinobu had merely waved you off with a smirk when you said you’d be right back.

“H-hi?” You squeak out, nervously hating the way your voice always seemed to crack.

“Hi,” Rengoku exhales. He takes in your appearance. Soft features. Solemn expression. Tentatively, he reaches out, pausing to see your reaction. When you don’t pull away, he gently traces your cheek. Your chest flutters at his touch. “I’m sorry.”

“Huh? Why?”

Rengoku frowns. He takes out his phone and pulled up the message he had typed while running over to your place in the notes.

I’m sorry…I didn’t meant to hurt your feelings but I was scared. I didn’t know how to tell you that. I thought you could do better than me and I didn’t want to lose you as a friend by overstepping boundaries. But i…

He didn’t finish writing out his thoughts before arriving. So he’d try his best to tell you to your face. It’d be more sincere that way.

“I…I really-“ damn, why were words so difficult. He feels himself growing flustered and anxious At the reddening of his face, you start to giggle. Rengoku feels himself relax, watching the way your shoulders shake with laughter and the way you smile takes up your face. What was he so scared for anyway? It was you. “I like you.”

You pause. Did you hear him correctly? Hesitantly, you sign, “can you say that again?”

Rengoku takes your hands into his. His palms warm and comforting. He brings your knuckles to his lips, pressing a chaste kiss on them. “I like you, Y/n.”

Your mouth falls open slightly, but the words escape you. So you settle for a smile. “I like you too, Kyojuro.”

He glances down then back to your eyes. “Can…”

Before he could finish the question, your close the gap between the two of you, your lips on his. Rengoku sighs into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist to draw you in closer. You had never heard him emit a sound like that before, but you didn’t mind it.

You part briefly. White flutters down around you both.

“Snow?” You question, holding your hand out to catch the falling flakes. “Isn’t it kinda early for it to snow?”

Rengoku held his hand out too. The snowflake melts on his palm, cold and fleeting. Did falling snow make a sound? He heard that rain makes noise. Looking over to you, he watches how you try to catch the falling flakes with your tongue. A smile makes its way on to his face, the constricting tightness of his chest now settling into a gentle flutter that for once, excited him.

It was a sign of how much control you had over him. And although that thought and feeling terrified him, as long as you were in his embrace, he was okay with taking on that fear.

Extra: 手話

JSL I've learned while researching. If anyone knows JSL and there are any mistakes, please correct me! アタシは日本語を話せますけど手話のリソース、本とかビデオとか、あまり見つけられなかった…ごめん

Resources: Blog & Source

[daijoubu] / [okay]: Place the fingertips of your curved right hand on the left chest, then on the right chest.　　　

[oishii] / [tasty, delicious]: Place the open right hand palm up under the left side of the jaw and move it to the right as if wiping somethhing off of your chin.

[suki desu] / [I like you]: The web of the right hand between the thumb and index finger is pointed toward chin with the thumb and index fingers over the jaw and the rest of the fingers curled. The hand drops down and the finger and thumb meet just a little ways below the chin.

Video: here

Kyojuro's Name: きょうじゅろう

Kyo: ki + small yo (きょ)

ki: With the right hand, palm facing away from you, touch the tips of the middle and ring fingers to the tip of the thumb.

yo: The palm of the right hand faces toward you with the fingers pointing to the left and the thumb slightly tucked in.

small yo: kyo is a contracted consonant known as youon. To sign this, pull the sign toward your body.

U (う)

Make a fist with the right hand, palm facing away from you, and extend the middle and index fingers upwards.

Jyu: ji + small yu (じゅ)

shi: Point to the left with the right index and middle fingers while the thumb is extended naturally.

ji: ji is diacritic letter(? idk if that's the correct word) known as dakuon. It is the two little dashes that turn shi (し) into ji (じ). While signing shi, move your hand to the right

yu: The palm of the right hand faces toward you with the index, middle and ring fingers pointing up and the tips of the thumb and pinky finger touching.

small yu: jyu is also a youon. So to sign this, sign yu and pull the hand toward the body

Ro (ろ)

Make a fist with the right hand, palm facing away from you, and curl the index and middle fingers slightly.

U: repeat sign for u

Hope you enjoyed (^-^) should I make a pt. 2?

Fin

[iateyourparents]

can you do one like the medium but for sam? 🙊

medium | s.g.

pairing: sam golbach x fem!medium!reader

summary: you’re a guest in sam and colby’s video.

warnings: place they are exploring is made up by me, mentions of death, physical hurt, use of y/n, bad writing and grammar(i’m sorry but english isn’t my first language), wasn’t proofread

an: thank you! i wrote it kinda differently than colby’s one but i hope you like it <33 here’s colby’s version of medium.

pictures are from pinterest:)

“What’s up guys! It’s Sam and Colby!” Colby started the video.

You stood next to them waiting for them to announce your presence.

“Today we are exploring haunted hospital. But it’s not just a hospital.” Sam said “It has graveyard in the backyard. People laying there were murdered by doctors and nurses here and then they were buried behind the hospital by cleaners to get rid of the bodies.”

“Exactly.” Colby nodded „We will tell you more about the history of this place in a moment but now let’s welcome on our channel ours today’s guest! Y/n, Sam’s girlfriend, will be exploring with us!”

You smiled and waved at the camera while Sam cointinued Colby’s introduction of your person “Most of you probably don’t know but my love is a medium. So we’re positive it will give us more perspectives on this place. Baby, how do you feel about this experience?”

You were about to answer when Colby interrupted with a cheeky smirk “Good, thanks babe.”

You only laughed while Sam shook his head with a smile and again looked at you.

“I feel excited, that’s my first time in so haunted place.” you laughed “I already can tell there’s so much bad and sad vibes in this place.”

“Great, then let’s start.” Colby clapped his hands.

You all walked into the hospital where waiting for you was yours tourguide. He quicky gave you a tour and said some things about this place to the camera and the left you alone.

„Okay, so like Mike said, the graveyard is called the most active place on the hospital’s grounds. So why won’t we start there?” Sam offered.

You went to the exit into the backyard and just as you walked through the doorframe you could feel shivers running down your spine. You felt overwhelming sadness and brutality. You literally could feel emotions of spirits here but as fast as it came it was gone.

“When I walked through the doors I felt shivers all over me and I felt like I was one of those spirits. I felt their emotions. But it was quickly gone.” you said to the camera.

“You just can feel this…sadness.” Colby added “I don’t know if it’s only me but I feel like I’m being watched.”

You and Sam agreed with his words and you explained to the viewers “I’m honestly not surprised we feel like it because we are being watched. I feel so many spirits here. I can see only couple of them but I’m sure that those I can’t see are also looking at us. But honestly I don’t feel…threatened? Like, I was expecting to feel not okay, to them not being okay with us because of how they ended up here but it’s actually opposite. They are curious but don’t feel need to harass us or something.”

“That’s actually a big relief because this place is known for people getting attacked in many ways.” Sam said. „Baby, could you describe who you see?”

“Sure.” you shrugged and looked around “Most spirits I see are pretty young. But I can see some olders ones too. They all are just standing or sitting around, I think they may be in places where their bodies are.”

“That’s so sad.” Sam pouted “Imagine dying here and getting buried here without your family knowing so they couldn’t even visit you and when it all was discovered it was too late to find everybody’s relatives.”

“We should probably start investigation.” Colby stated after a moment of silence. “We will start here with the spirit box but we were thinking about doing an estes method here outside later.”

You took a rempod from Sam and placed it on the stone that was gravered with story of this grounds as a memory of all these victims of bad care system and cruel people working here.

It wasn’t long later when rem pod started going off.

“Alright, whoever touched that, thank you.” Colby said „We want you all to know we come here in peace and just to get to know more about you and what happened here. We don’t want to disrespect or harass you. We promise we won’t do anything you don’t want us to but we’re hoping some of you will communicate with us.” rem pod went off again. “Thank you.”

“I can feel that most of them actually came here after your speech.” you stated and boys smiled.

„If you want to say anything to us, just say it to this thing and it will say it to us.” Sam explained turning on the spirit box.

Not a second later box said “dead” and “doctors”.

„Doctors killed you? Unfortunately we know, that’s awful what happened.” Sam tried to hold the conversation.

Box answered “body” and “here”.

„Your bodies are here?” Colby asked and spirit box confirmed.

You were asking more questions when suddenly you could feel emotions around you changing.

„Guys, for some reason some of them are starting to get angry. I think it might be because we are reminding them of everything.” you frowned when some ghost confirmed your words using the spirit box “We are sorry for reminding you…” you couldn’t continue because you felt like something scratched your face and you hissed placing your hand on burning place.

Sam immediately frowned in worry and stood next you carefully taking your hand away from your face just to gasp.

“Holy shit, something scratched you.” Colby pointed camera at your cheek where were two red lines.

“I think they don’t want us here anymore.” Sam said and you could hear worry in his voice so you squeezed his hand to let him know you’re alright.

“Yeah, let’s go inside.” Colby offered.

You went to take rem pod off the stone when it suddenly was swept off of it and landed on the grass.

“Holy fuck, did you recorded that?” Sam asked shocked picking up the rem pod.

“Yeah, camera was pointing there so I think it was captured.” Colby said and pointed camera at himself “Holy shit guys, it’s so sick.”

You took all your things and went inside where you decided to start investigation in the waiting room.

And again you didn’t have to wait long for some signs. Just as you were about to place your equipment you all heard a serie of knocks and then footsteps.

“I hope you guys can hear it too.” Sam whispered to the camera “It’s coming from this way.” he pointed at one of the examination rooms

“We are currently in the children ward but I don’t feel any children here.” you frowned “There’s only adults. Were the wards changed?”

“No.” Colby shook his head “There’s nothing about this anywhere. It was children ward to the end.”

“That’s weird.” you sighed and a moment later you could hear a scratching noise, like a chair against the floor.

“Shit.” Sam said with camera facing old chairs next to one of the walls. What attracted his attention was fact that the chairs weren’t in places they were a minute ago.

Next moment later your attention was turned to hissing Sam who hold his side with one hand.

Colby quickly took camera from the blonde while you lifted your boyfriend’s hoodie just to see a red handprint.

“Oh my god.” you gasped and Colby zoomed camera to give viewers a better look on the red spot “It literally looks like someone slapped you. Did it felt like it?”

“No.” Sam shook his head squeezing your hand in his “I felt like something was touching my side and then it suddenly felt hot.”

Before anyone could say anything more, Colby hissed and you could see handprint starting to show on his collarbone.

“It felt just like you described it.” Colby frowned “Is there something?”

“Yeah, it looks the same as Sam’s handprint.” you stated taking camera from him to show both boys and the red spots.

Then there was a loud noise coming from the same examination room as earlier.

You went there, boys following you and when you were in the room there wasn’t anything special but then the doors closed themselves loudly behind you.

“What the hell?” you pointed camera at the closed door and Sam went to open them. They, thankfully, opened and you quickly got out.

“Okay, something is wrong.” you stated giving camera to Colby. Sam looked worried and stood next to you. “I can’t explain this but I just know that something is so not right.”

“Our equipment.” Sam pointed out suddenly. Their equipment was scattered carelessly around the floor. It wasn’t like that when you went to that room.

“It’s dead.” you said picking up the spirit box that wasn’t flashing a red light anymore. “Or broken.”

“Shit, it must drained energy from it.” Colby said.

Suddenly you felt like something pulled your hand and you thought it was Sam but when you looked behind you, Sam was good few inches away from you.

“What the hell, something just grabbed and pulled my hand.” you frowned and Sam grabbed your hand giving it a squeeze.

Then something pulled Sam’s hair and you all could feel temperature in room changing. It was freezing.

“What’s going on?” Sam asked massaging his scalp.

“Someone is angry and feel need to be violent. I think it might be a doctor because it has, like authority aura around itself.” you explained.

“There was this one doctor that died here.” Sam told you “He died because of hypothermia in the winter.”

“It would explain the temperature changing.” Colby deduced.

You heard big thud from examination room.

“It wants us there.” Sam offered and started walking that way but you stopped him grabbing his hand and shaking your head.

“We shouldn’t go there, it’s luring us there with bad intentions in mind.” you said and boys looked impressed.

“It has a lot of energy if it’s the same one who was doing sounds during our tour.” said your boyfriend.

Again, big thud, this time closer to you.

“We should get out boys.” you stated “Something bad is about to happen. And it won’t end well for any of us.”

Sam and Colby knew your intuition was almost never failing so they just started packing and Colby said to their viewers “Remember that your health is the most important while things like this and that’s why we don’t wanna risk now, especially with y/n with us.”

“You cannot follow us home or hurt us.” Sam said sternly.

You quickly got out of the hospital and you could hear constant thuds, knocking and footsteps behind you that ended just when you were safely out of the building.

“It’s mad we got away.” you informed boys. They gulped and quickly said few words to the camera as an outro and you all got into the car and drove away from the hospital.

“I think we should go back there after some time. And take more people. And do that estes method in the backyard.” Sam said holding your hand between seats.

“Yeah, that’s good idea. We should take Nate and Seth.” Colby offered.

Not longer later you were in your and Sam’s hotel room sitting on his lap.

“Your cheek is more red than before.” he pouted kissing delicately the scratches.

“It will go away in few days.” you assured.

“It might scar.” he frowned.

“It’s okay.” you knew he felt bad for taking you there “Don’t feel bad, it’s not your fault and I wanted to go there.” you reminded and he just sighed and kissed you.

“I’m glad it only ended with scratches and not something worse.” he started peppering your face with small kisses and you smiled.

“Me too.”

This time you started a kiss.

[0w0tsuki]

It's always funny to see someone who's against TME/TMA language bring up being mistargeted by transmisogynistic harassment like it's the end all be all of what transmisogyny is.

Sorry but individual experience does not constitute a lived reality.

Is transmisogynistic harassment so bad and so common for you that you develop agoraphobia because you are in such a high threat of being hate crimed for daring to exist in public?

Do you constantly think about the statistic of one in every 12 trans women dying in hate crimes and how our average life expectancy is 35?

Is there an annual day where you're confronted with a list that you have to read through of all your trans sisters who were violently murdered THAT YEAR?

Is getting a new job a financial risk for you because your rolling the dice on a new set of coworkers who might be so transmisoginistic they plan the event they can use to get you fired that they can claim wasn't motivated by bigotry months in advance?

Do you have to worry about any display of anger or sexuality is going to be taken as proof your a predatory monster even when in supposedly "safe" spaces?

Is it a daily routine to log on and see the NEWEST harassment campaign against one of us and be reminded that there's literally no place that wants you?

Does transmisogyny pervade and influence every interaction you have with another person?

Oh boo hoo you got mistaken for a tranny once. You got to leave the transmisogyny there and go home without it over you.

Your individual experience does not constitute a lived reality.

[iz-star]

LaDS random thoughts.

I've seen players saying that they can't see Zayne as a romantic interest cause he resembles or reminds them of their dads or older brothers that are involved in the medical field... Funnily enough, these players always tend to be Rafayel girlies in most cases, and I find it funny cause in my case is kinda like this but opposite places? Rafayel sometimes reminds me to my dad!

Like not only personality wise but also, my dad used to be quite the artist when I was a child. He was a musician and also painted, I remember seeing him paiting a whole ass scene of a guy holding a dying woman in his arms in one of the walls of our rooms, kinda like a greek sculpture style. I think to see him paiting was that inspired me as a kid to learn to draw, altho I have to admit that I've been quite inconsistent about it, especially cause these were always just hobbies and not something that we decided to take professionally; my two brothers dedicated themselves more to music, while I went to the art route just to pass time.

Anyway, the thing is that I've always had this thought in mind and my mom ended up confirming it lol. My family knows I play L&DS cause I have no shame and they hear me yap about it all the time (They don't even know the name of the game or how... Spicy it gets, however), and my mom knows how much I love Zayne, so one day I showed her the three guys (it was before Sylus debut) and asked her to rate their looks from 1 - 10; I showed her Zayne and she said "I give him 100!" (cause she knew he's my favorite ❤️), then I showed her Xavier and she said "80, he kinda looks childish" (he was wearing his hoodie tho, so I suppose for her he looked too young), then I showed her Rafayel and she said without a second thought "200! He looks cool!"

And I was like... "Really? He's your favorite?" She just shrugged her shoulders and said "He's the one I like how he looks like the most"

And listen, is not like Rafayel resembles to my dad physically... Maybe there are some slight similarities, especially with the hair (and I think that's kinda important lol) but I left it like that. After some time, the devs released the lastest outfits of the three guys (The outfits used for 4 stars cards and that were recently released with Sylus debut, I don't remember their names rn, sorry lol) I showed my mom their outfits because I was drooling for Zayne and asked her which one she liked the most. She said Zayne looked nice, Xavier looked like a prince but of course, she liked Rafayel the most, and I was surprised again and asked her if she was being serious, like the previous time, she didn't comment on Xavier but dismissed Zayne cause he looked like a "Mister or Sir" I don't know if these terms fit with what she meant to say tho, cause words in our native language are different, but what she meant to say is that he looked "Too old for her taste" and the way my jaw dropped... I literally told her "You're older than me! You should probably notice him more than me!" We laughed a lot.

At the end I told her that it was curious and funny how she always chose Rafayel cause out of all the guys, he's the one with the role of the artist; my mom laughed. It was probably his vibe, idk but it's clear for me that my mom has a type and if she were to play the game, she'd definitely be a Rafayel girlie ahaha.

To finish this story, unfortunately my parents divorced years ago, you know things irl are more complicated than games and even tho my dad shares some similarities with Rafayel, they're not exactly the same, they have a lot of differences too so It's not complicated for me to see Raf as someone different and not feel weird when I get cute messages from him, however, I think after this is easy to sense how unserious my parents are, no wonder why Zayne's seriousness got me wrapped around his finger since I first interacted with him xD

[vxmpyr-clxb]

☆ . . . LEARN THE ALPHABET WITH SAGE!

A is for — “And here I thought Jake would’ve been the first to lose a limb.” Playing COD and other shooting games with the boys.

B is for — "Bitches love me bitches love me-" Jake on live and going to ask Sage if she wanted to join. Only to open the door and hear her screaming the lyrics to a song. Jake immediately slamming the door shut after hearing her.

C is for — “¿Cómo te va? Ten cuidado. No te caigas.” Teagan randomly switching languages when speaking to the boys in a en-o’clock ep and not even realizing it for a good 20 minutes.

D is for — "DEEZ NUTS!...I'm sorry." Her on a live, and letting the intrusive thoughts win, pt. 1.

E is for — “EVERYTIME WE TOUCH I GET THIS FEELING!" Karaoke with Heesung, Jay, and Sage is chaotic to say the least.

F is for — "FUC-FLIPPING FONGTASTIC PENGUINS!" Teagan stubbing her toe on the counter in I-land.

G is for — "Get me out of here.." Sage looking towards the cam during a live, with Niki and Jake, like she's in the office.

H is for — "HEKVSFKJASK-" Her literally getting choked out by Niki when they were roughousing and him dragging her off the side.

I is for — "I’ve accidentally indulged in too much ‘me time’ and must now suffer the consequences." Sage leaving her room after 24 straight hours of gaming and just hanging out and almost falling due to lack of iron.

J is for — “Just take me out! I wanna go back to bed." The group playing paintball while on a variety show episode and Teagan standing in the middle of the arena with her arms open.

K is for — "Kill me and I'll haunt you for the rest of your days, Kim Sunoo." Enhypen playing Mafia together.

L is for — "Likeee- You can’t sit with us.” Enhypen playing a game on one of her vlogs where you have to guess the person they’re pretending to be.

M is for — “MONSTER ENERGY!” Playing that one guessing game with headphones and Teagan being absolutely wrong in her guess.

O is for — “One more week of being stuck here with this *bleeep* cabeza de mierda and you will find a dead body.” Sage whilst on i-land and the boys keep eating all her favorite snacks when she started her period.

P is for — “Please, for the love of Christ, stop throwing monopoly money like we’re in a strip club!” A clip from one of her vlogs on Enhypen's group game nights.

Q is for — "QUACK QUACK HOE!" There's compilation of Teagan accidently cursing in public on YouTube somewhere, I just know it.

R is for — "RAAHHHH!!” Sage randomly using British slang out of nowhere and the boys getting confused.

S is for — “Shit..Oh fuck!…Who said that??” Her in the background of one of the other’s lives and dropping something and cursing.

T is for — "This is our village idiot—" Sage showing off her family pet, Rex, in a vlog.

U is for — "Ur joking.. Ur joe-king." The girl mimicking that one tiktok trend and dying of laughter on live.

W is for — "WAKE UP IN DAY ONE!" Shouting the lyrics to their song during a karaoke challenge.

X is for— "XYNDNDK” The girl falling out of her chair while laughing in an en-o’clock episode.

Y is for — “Yang Jungwon, I know you are not killing people without me!!!” Sage messing/joking with Jungwon when they all played Among Us together.

Z is for — "Zesty? Girl what.." Sage reading comments on live and laughing at goofy ones.

should really be named sage can't stop cursing pt.1

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

ofmd s2e1 rewatch where i pause to jot down my thoughts and other random shit

not quite a reaction post bc i've already watched the whole thing. not quite a liveblog bc it's one post and it's probably gonna take me a full hour to get through a 28 minute episode at the rate of pausing and typing i'll be doing

s2e1, s2e2, s2e3, s2e4, s2e5, s2e6, s2e7, s2e8

anyway, pirate time:

i love how much fun con is having choking on his own blood

dream!stede's extremely teary face right before he takes off running down the beach is doing psychic damage to me

also dream!stede's stupid ridiculous outfit with all the long ribbons and shit...

ed and stede make contact so hard shjfkhsgjkfd the loud OUGH sounds from both of them

also the return of ed's old beard! i didnt expect to see her at all this season, so that was a surprise.

"babe" "love" im tearing out my own hair

stede has yet to learn that ripping ass near your beloved can be a love language

stede is a terrible fucking roommate just deal with wee john's gas in silence like the rest of them. goddamn.

WHO HAS THE OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH TRAMP STAMP. WHO IS THAT.

i like when the background OST is familiar to me lol the little strings when stede starts his letter throwing me back to s1

olu: that–that's the swede the swede: Im the swede roach: he's single ;) me: *pissing my pants with laughter*

also the direct confirmation that the swede literally doesn't have a name. incredible

shjkfhdhfkj the crew encouraging him. stede's "it's okay" and roach "be brave" im CRYINGGGGG

stede doing customer service is something that can be so personal. "reservation?" "eat my fuckin' shit" "right! walk-ins, then" average restaurant experience

the random background guy saying "my favorite hand!" abt getting stabbed in the hand is making me giggle. i love the humor on this show

why does stede have so much shoulder movement going on when he's walking through the bar. whore behavior.

"this is for mom!" sorry but i want to know more abt whatever's going on there

also the purple mohawk. dope.

buttons is so distressed LET HIM RETURN TO THE SEA THESE CONDITIONS ARE INHUMANE

"i know the odds of you finding this are slim but so were the odds of us finding each other in the first place" IM RIPPING OFF MY OWN SKIN

also stede's lil sad hopeful smile after throwing the bottle... i care him

i love how they make this wedding fucking suck so we don't feel too bad abt the whole massacre thing. "the natural condition of humanity is base and vile. it is the obligation of people of standing, such as yourselves, to elevate the common human rabble through the sacred transaction of matrimony" if i was at a wedding and the officiant said that i'd also start killing people probably

yayy murder montage :)

FANG BREAKING THAT GUY'S SPINE OVER HIS KNEE

the whole cake scene is so fucking funny im sorry. i love u jim drawing the line at attacking a shitty wedding. i love u archie who wasn't here for the good old days so you dont really see a problem with how things are. i love u frenchie with ur box in ur brain that u never open again. i love u fang it's gonna get better i swear. i love u frenchie again bc u just took the cake right out of fang's hands while he was fucking sobbing hfjhgkjhdkjkf

I MISS IVAN JUSTICE FOR IVAN. wish they could've said he'd just fucked off somewhere instead of dying but i think that would've raised the question of why hasn't anyone else fucked off since they all seem so miserable

very relieved that stede isn't taking the racist/antisemitic caricature drawings of ed to make like a boyfriend scrapbook like some people were theorizing. would've been overkill if after episode 4 from last season stede still didn't realize that ed hated these sorts of depictions of him.

INTERESTING DETAIL THO the background music in this scene is "a pirate's life" aka the song frenchie sang in the pilot. it's an instrumental version obviously but yeah i recognize that tune

also more cool background ppl with dyed hair man i love this show

zheng yi sao flirting with olu is so good. he deserves it.

how nice of ed to offer his drugs to the crew. sharing is caring.

also it's so funny to me that the thing izzy is tormented by is ed saying "you can't do the job, someone else will" the toe thing's happened three times and apparently that was fine but the thing the show edits together right before izzy breaks down into the most pathetic aheemheem whimpers isn't any of that it's ed threatening to fire him

also they cut ed throwing knives at izzy!! what the hell.

releasing the clip of izzy crying kinda ruined it for me when it came time to watch it in the show bc i watched it several times since it dropped and now seeing it in context i was like "ok i've seen this already fast forward." i mean i didnt fast forward through it but i did kinda zone out bc i've seen this bit already. this post kinda sums up my thoughts on it

"trifling ingrate plan" dshkjfshgdskhfjkhgkjh

"SEMI-CLEAN WATER"

JACKIE CALLING THE SWEDE "BOO CAKES"

"i know that guy we had breakfast together!" "you'll be having a lot of breakfasts-es together" "oh, okay" i fucking love this whole dynamic like i can tell they're writing the swede out of most of the episodes for budget reasons (sorry nat faxon) but by god do they give him such an excellent fucking send-off. can't wait to see him again when he's in his trophy husband number 20 era

roach is upset abt not being able to cook, buttons is tied up so he doesn't go running back to the sea (i assume). stede you are not giving your crew the environment they need to thrive.

olu being an optimist :)

buttons opens his mouth to drink the rain and in the background u can see roach yanking the rope around buttons back fhdjskgfjhgkjfh STEDE YOUR SEA WITCH CANNOT THRIVE IN THESE CONDITIONS

stede tries to make things sound good in his bottle letters to ed but out loud he says his actual insecurities... it's so fucking tasty tho that he thinks ed could be doing better without him and THAT'S why he's been stalling so much. not afraid for his life even a little bit he just assumes he's not wanted. brb i have to cry now

"im sorry if that's a little bit creepy" "you are creepy" in this scene where they're soaked from the rain. ofmd said this prince ricky guys is creepy and wet.

stede's fucking FACE when prince ricky says "you're my hero" his fucking "clearly you dont own an air fryer" face I CANT STAND HIMMMMMM (affectionate)

prince ricky "these rubes" "men of our standing" yeah i cant fucking stand this guy (derogatory) i love how he's barely even in this episode

stede's face when the swede is talking abt how happy he is with jackie... my man believes in love so much im gonna cry

also in what fucking way does the swede owe them a life debt. roach and buttons literally tried to eat him

izzy's "you know me better than anyone knows me and i daresay the same about you" this is literally so false i dont even know where to begin. izzy in e6 being like "if i didnt know any better i'd think maybe ed might possibly maybe be actually enjoying bonnet's company" while ed and stede are giggling and making each other friendship bracelets. this guy doesn't know ed at all.

also i cant get over how izzy wont make eye contact he's like staring blankly into the middle distance delivering these lines so flatly until he goes to say "i have... love for you" and in that moment he looks like he'd rather ed were feeding him more toes.

"im worried about you, we all are" not gonna lie my dude you've had a weird way of showing it thus far. where was all that worry when you told him he was better off dead than wearing a robe and singing songs?? where was that fucking love then?

and NOW izzy wants to talk it through. izzy literally voted to make blackbeard great again and now he wants to give open communication a chance???

lmao there's a limit to how many characters can be in a bulleted list so here's fucking. part two. on the same post:

ed asking everyone if the vibe is poisonous and fang cant stop crying and ed's face is just like "eh good enough" im fdhksgfkjtdkh

anyway ed with a loaded gun under his chin talking to himself is hurting me so fucking much actually. ed my beloved babygirl for whom i would die. this poor traumatized man. yes he is making this workplace toxic as hell but god. GOD. im gonna throw up.

the way ed is so fucking casual about shooting izzy in the leg. just calm and jovial as he promotes frenchie to first mate. stepping over izzy all crumpled on the floor. everything about this is so fucking good. i mean it's horrible for ed and everyone around him but for me watching the show this shit is DELICIOUS. i love when the pirates get violent and unhinged i love when this shit gets fucked up. ed's mental state is so bad right now and it is causing me severe anguish but also it is so tasty. fuck.

anyway frenchie trying to turn down the promotion fhjkghdfjkhf

the cut to the swede performing the husbandly duties is INSANE. COMPLETE TONAL WHIPLASH. I LOVE THIS SHOW.

"fuck those hammies up!" spanish jackie i love you

black pete why are you so fucking loud AND WHY WOULD YOU JIX IT LIKE THAT???

why is prince ricky so small. he's like a full head shorter than stede. also this guy is insufferable i love how stede just fucking abandons him fhjkgdhkdfghkj

"the calf muscle is the most mysterious of alllll the muscles" what the FUCK does that even mean. oh swede i will miss you

NOSE REMOVAL FUCK YES. I LOVE THIS SHOW.

obsessed with the swede playing dumb. the dramatic gasp. "wow, so bad!" fhjsghdkjf

"aint you that soup bitch?" "im the money bitch" i love women.

sfdsjkh spanish jackie being into double-crossing. and slapping the swede's ass on the way out. i love this show

i love how zheng says "this much indigo is worth three times what i paid" while spanish jackie and the husbands are still like, right there. and they just don't hear that bit. incredible.

OUGH the back of jim's weird rope armor looks like a ribcage that's so cool

i love how jim is so fucking bad at telling this story. i love how the monkey's paw comes into it. i love fang asking them to do the voice. i love archie trying to hold back her laughter i love jim and fang giggling together I LOVE THIS SHOW

ed's fucking voice breaking through his whole convo with frenchie. im tearing out my own teeth

HEY DID YOU GUYS KNOW THEY HAVE POST-CREDITS SCENES IN THIS SEASON?????????? WHAT THE HELL

i take back what i said about jim being bad at telling this story their version is so much fucking better. squeaky voice "I pray to you, Dark Lord, to make me real flesh! I want to be real flesh!" IM FUCKING OBSESSED. JIM I WOULD DIE FOR YOU

[dizzy5]

Restore Me - Kenji POV

So I was bored and this idea randomly popped up. Just the dinner scene where Kenji meets Nazeera but in his POV.

Kenji

We’re all sitting at the table, dinner is being served. Warner in the middle with J and me on either side of him. In front of Warner is the son of the Supreme Commander of Asia, Haider Ibrahim. Even though Warner says he’s harmless, I don’t trust the guy, or trust that he’s here for any good reason.

Apparently his sister is going to be a bigger problem. 

Juliette and I have no idea what to expect.

Haider seems pretty happy to be here, smiling and starting a conversation with Warner. 

Who, by the way, speaks 7 languages? 

I start my meal while listening to them talk, not really understanding the Arabic. The room is only filled with their quiet whispers.

For some reason Haider laughs out loud, and sips his water. Didn’t realize Warner was so funny. 

“There’s always time for dinner.” He says to Warner, who uncomfortably turns away.

“Where is your sister? Why didn’t you arrive together?”

“Why don’t you ask her yourself?” An unfamiliar voice announces and everyone's eyes go to the door.

And the world stops spinning.

Air escapes my lungs.

Standing there at the door is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Utterly gorgeous. 

Her cold hard stare quietly assesses everyone in the room and I clench my jaw to stop it from falling.

For the split second that her gaze meets mine, my heart stops beating. 

She’s ethereal. I’m questioning whether this is a dream or not.

Did Haider like poison our food or something? 

Am I dying?

This must be real, I think, as she makes her way to the table. And she sits right. In. Front. Of. Me.

She’s so much more prettier than she was at a distance. 

Oh wait this must be-

“Everyone, this is Nazeera.” Haider jumps to his feet with a smile and wraps his arm around his sisters shoulders. Nazeera does not react.

Haider says something else but I’m too distracted.

Too focused on the girl before me.

Nazeera has warm brown skin, honey dipped eyes with dark lashes. Her lips are full, and a small diamond piercing sits right underneath her bottom lip. I can’t see her hair though, it’s hidden underneath a silk shawl. Which is weird because it’s illegal?

She’s looking at her plate, I can’t see her face and I so badly want to. 

“You cover your hair now?” Warner asks and finally she does lift her head. Sips her tea and studies Warner.

I don’t know why emotion just hit me hard and fast, but I find myself annoyed that she’s looking at him. 

I want her to look at me, to hear her voice again.

Nazeera does not answer Warner at all, so I take the opportunity to say something,

“So you don’t think anyone will notice? That you cover your hair?”

I chew my food as she silently forks some lettuce. 

Still not looking at me. I try again,

“I mean you have to know, that what you’re wearing is an offense punishable by imprisonment.”

This time her eyes meet mine and I feel all weird. 

My head feels light, dizzy and I swallow a lump. 

Why am I so nervous? 

“I’m sorry,” she says softly, putting down her fork.

“But who are you exactly?”

I like the sound of her voice. It’s calm, steady. 

And she’s speaking to me. A lick of warmth rushes all over my body. 

“Nazeera.” Haider says, “please remember that we are guests-“

“I didn’t realise there was a dress code here.” Nazeera interrupts him, continues her conversation with me. I can’t believe this-

“Oh - well,” I take another bite, “I guess we don’t have a dress code here. But that’s only because we have a new Supreme Commander who’s not a psychopath. But it’s illegal to dress like that,”

I gesture to her pretty face with my spoon,

“Like literally anywhere else. Right?” 

I search the table for confirmation from anyone, but everyone’s staring at me weirdly. Huh.

“Isn’t it?” I ask Warner, silently begging that he doesn’t embarrass me in front of this gorgeous woman.

He nods and I turn back to Nazeera, who sips her tea. Leans back carefully in her chair and glares at both of us. I can’t explain why the way she is glancing at me makes my heart burst.

“What makes you think I care?”

Huh.

I frown, sort of confused now. “I mean, don’t you have to care? Your dad is a Supreme Commander. Doesn’t he know that you wear that thing in public? Won't he be pissed?”

Nazeera sets down her fork again and sighs, staring only at me. 

“This thing?” 

“Sorry,” I apologize,

“I don’t know what it’s called.”

Nazeera smiles at me. It’s not a happy smile but wow. 

I can’t breathe.

Her smile is so beautiful, so scary too.

“Men,” she says, “Are always so baffled by women’s clothing. So many opinions about a body that does not belong to them. Cover up, don’t cover up -“ she waves a hand, -“no one can seem to decide.”

Oh wait what. I think I made her mad. Great job me.

“But - that’s not what I-“ I start to explain myself but she cuts me off.

“You know what I think,” she says, still smiling at me,

“about someone telling me what’s legal and illegal about the way I dress?”

She holds up two middle fingers.

I choke on my food. Oh my-

“Go ahead,” she says, her eyes cold and angry.

“Tell my dad. Alert the armies. I don’t give a shit.”

“Nazeera-“

“Shut up Haider.”

This has taken a wrong turn.

“Woah - hey I’m sorry,” 

How the hell did I manage to piss her off when she doesn’t even know my name yet?

“I didn’t mean-“

“Whatever.” Nazeera rolls her eyes, “I’m not hungry.”

She stands up gracefully. Stalks out the room without another word. Awkward silence floods the room but I’m still frozen. 

In awe of her. 

[oht8]

Oops, Chapter 2 |18+|

Yunho/Ateez X Reader fic

You’re working, covering an event for someone else, last minute, and in a rush- you quite literally crash into Yunho.. Oops. What comes to follow changes everything you thought you knew about love and lust.

Pairings: Yunho/various Ateez members X reader

Genre: Fluff, smut, Multi-chapter fic, unfinished, casual encounters, polyamory

Warnings:*MDNI*(Minors DO NOT Interact), Coarse language. Let me know if I missed any!

Word Count: 656

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Author’s notes:

This is my first fic, first post on here. I’m still trying to figure everything out/how to best use Tumblr for this. This story is a WIP/unfinished, and a multi-chapter fic. Please be kind in comments, I welcome suggestions on how to best use this platform/share my fics. I will do my best to edit tags/summaries, warnings, etc, as the story evolves

Stammering, you manage to get out, “all my ap-apologies, s-sir.. I will p-pay the dry cleaning-g f-fee..” as you now look at the floor, bowing towards this beautiful man.

You hear a soft chuckle.. “I said, are you okay??”

You can’t help yourself, you blurt out “I can’t believe I just did that! I’m so sorry! I was in a hurry and not paying attention.. I’m not even supposed to BE here! Now I’m probably going to get fired..” you finally stop yourself as you bury your face in your hands. You want nothing more than to just fade into the wallpaper. Did you seriously just word vomit in front of THE Yunho?! You lower your hands and look down at the floor again.

Yunho must be looking at your badge as he says, “..Miss Y/N..? Press— ah, a photographer? I’m not used to our photogs dressed so.. feminine?” he says slyly.

You blush even harder but you take a deep breath and manage to speak calmly now. “As I said, sir, if you just give me your or your people’s information, I’ll be happy to pay for the cleaning of the shirt.. if I have to, I’ll replace it..”

He grins as you —“Look.. Y/N, I have an idea.. my stylist will probably want to kill me, but, why don’t we both head to the rest rooms and freshen up and I’ll help you make this right. Give me 5 minutes..”

You’re dumbfounded and your heart starts hammering in your chest, not only is he GORGEOUS, he may be the kindest “stranger” you’ve ever met. You just completely embarrassed yourself and ruined his shirt at an important event and he wants to.. help you?!

“But, sir.. I don’t even know you.. and it was my fault for rushing and not paying attention..” just then, he holds up his hand so tantalizing close to your lips, hushing you, that scent of cedar wafting into you as he says, “no need to apologize again.. I’m Yunho.. now I’m not a stranger. Five minutes, remember? Meet me back out here and I’ll tell you how you can make it up to me..” he winks at you and walks towards the Men’s bathroom.

You stare after him, but then, it hits you that if your lipstick is all over his shirt, you are probably a mess yourself. “Fuck fuck fuck!” you mutter under your breath, as you bolt towards the Women’s.

You reach for some towels as you approach the sink and mirror and you startle yourself as you laugh out loud at your appearance. “Oh my god, y/n! You’re a mess! Shit!” you say to yourself in the mirror as you begin to clean off your face. You open your bag, grabbing what you need to quickly touch up your makeup and redo that damn red lipstick you decided to be bold with tonight.

You pull your phone out of your bag, and, glancing at the time, you’ve probably been in here more than 5 minutes, so you rush out of the bathroom to go see if Yunho is indeed waiting for you. He was probably just being polite, and if he’s not out there, you’re not going to spend any more time mortifying yourself and you will just go do the job you came here to do (if you’ll even have a job tomorrow!), and avoid him as much as possible.. you’ll worry about dying of embarrassment later. As you exit, you look for him and when your your eyes find him.. oh god, your breath hitches..

Yunho is leaning against the wall, across from you, arms folded. He smirks up at you and says, “so, Miss Y/N.. about how you can make it up to me for completely wrecking my shirt..”

He still has his beautifully tailored brown suit on, but now, he’s got his suit jacket buttoned up and.. no shirt on underneath. Oh. Fuck.

[corawritesthings]

chishiya shuntaro headcanons

headcanons (and general ramblings) about our favorite blond boy being besties with reader. because i’m a simp except it’s pre-arisu and gang; reader is assumed to be at the beach. gender neutral reader!!

(BOTH PLATONIC/ROMANTIC!)

disclaimers: mild references to both seasons of alice in borderland. very brief reference to alcohol. not beta read or spellchecked because we die on this hill.

platonic OR romantic headcanons//

-first of all, i have to mention: i feel like lots of people interpret chishiya as this very stoic, emotionless person. and he is, to an extent. he’s certainly got an amazing poker face. but he’s also not a statue, do you get me? like he does have. expressions.

-(my personal favorite being the little grin he does in season 1 when he’s using the walkie-talkie to talk to kuina and she’s like “i would NOT want to be your enemy” and he’s just like “lolol yeah i get that a lot” like TELL ME that face was not adorable)

-he’s a little gossip girl. prove me wrong.

-like, if you two were at the beach at the same time, you cannot tell me that he wouldn’t be in the know about practically all the going-ons. through either his own observations or kuina.

-literally, you could be like: “oh my god, did you hear about [x, y, z]” and more than likely he’d just nod and smirk and be like “yep.” because of course he does.

-(i’m sorry. i’m SORRY. but did you SEE how he was literally dying to tell someone about that couple in the cells in season 2. POOR BABY IPPEI DID NOT ASK TO KNOW ABOUT THAT, CHISHIYA)

-if you were an executive, you two would be like literal children during the meetings. hatter is just going on and on and on, and you two would share glances every time he said something slightly out of pocket. “did-he-actually-just-say-that” type glances. raised eyebrows. the works.

-if he was bored and felt particularly silly one of these days he’d like. try to make you laugh in the most subtle ways. it always works tbh.

-he would share his headphones with you for sure if you asked. he might give you shit for it, do not get me wrong. but he would definitely give in.

-i’ve heard others say this before, but i’ll say it too because it’s very accurate: top love language. quality time. like i firmly one hundred percent believe with my full soul that if you guys are friends, he will just camp out in your room if he doesn’t feel like being alone.

-deadass, he wouldn’t even need to be speaking. he’ll just be there, reading, or tinkering with his latest project, etcetera.

-also! i don’t think he’s nearly as quiet as people make him out to be, either. like he’s not a chatterbox necessarily, and he could definitely have his moods where he’s not in the mood to talk; but at the same time, i feel like the majority of the time, he’d be down for a genuine conversation.

-amazing listener.

-will definitely remember the things you say. will DEFINITELY remember that one embarrassing thing you did when you drank too much that one time. will definitely tease you about it.

-he likes being right, tbh. if he knows how to read you (and chances are, he does), he’ll do that thing where he completely psychoanalyzes your emotions and what you’re feeling and what you’re thinking JUST so that you can be like. “what the actual fuck, chishiya.”

-keeps an eye out for you when you’re supposed to be returning from a game. definitely feels relieved when he sees that you’re okay and alive. probably won’t show it. (LOL)

purely romantic headcanons//

-if you two are dating, i think we’ve all collectively agreed he wouldn’t be SUPER affectionate with you in public. (HELP I ALMOST WROTE PUBLIX that would’ve been funny)

-however, i do think it could go one of two ways.

-one, he could go the route of wanting to keep your relationship private. this is very much possible, and it wouldn’t be because he’s ashamed or wants to hide it--it’s more so to protect the both of you.

-he wouldn’t want anyone to attempt to use you to get to him. you’d be a vulnerability, and he definitely would not want you to get hurt.

-or, route two: perhaps he deems it safe enough for you two to be in a relationship and have it not be a big deal. meaning, he wouldn’t be actively TELLING people, but he wouldn’t be hiding it, either.

-if it went this route, i think it would allow for more public affection. :)

-by this, i mean like. hand holding. quick little smooches on the cheek or forehead. him having an arm around your shoulders if you’re out by the bar or pool. etcetera. (i really don’t believe this would be so out of character!! it wouldn’t be like a crazily obvious amount of public affection. i just mean small little things.)

-he would definitely have just a teeny tiny bit of panic in that heart of his while waiting for you to come back from a game. expect cuddles on those nights. sorry i don’t make the rules.

-i do actually believe he’d be a bit more honest with you in a relationship. like, about the gears that are constantly moving in his mind. you’d get a bit more insight into how he works and how he’s so many steps ahead. you’ve got an intriguing boyfriend tbh can i have him

-there’s so much i could say about this man. please i beg send me requests for headcanons (or even one-shots or drabbles tbh i have brainrot)

[ardentpoop]

I dont mean this as a dig, but as a genuine question: why do you feel like the S9 finale "undid" Sams character development? Cause I think it was like, very in character. Sam spent S8 being guilttripped for not looking for Dean in Purgatory, gave up Amelia and the chance at a normal life once again. Then he spent the 2nd half of S8 doing the trials and dying, and blaming himself for "letting Dean down" and internalizing Deans words. Then Gadreel, and the guilt of "killing" Kevin– and then he did stand up to Dean, which was immediately followed by Dean spiraling out and their relationship being all over the place. And I mean, even when Sam stands up for himself, he still always ends up feeling guilty. So even when Sam says and believes "I wouldn't do the same, in the same circumstances", its something else entirely when something actually happens. Its easy to say and believe "I wouldnt/would do this" until it actually comes to it. Especially with it NOT being the same circumstances and Dean battering into him how "Sam not doing the same for him" was something Sam should feel bad for. He was gonna trade his soul for Dean to come back (not sure if S10 retracks on that, I only have up to S9 finale on my mind), which he tried to before in S4 even after they said they wouldn't do it again. In S8 he got hit with the "yeah, your agreement? thats a non agreement". And its one thing when your brother just suddenly goes invisible like with purgatory, and another when your brother dies in your arms and you actually have a body lying in his bed. I dont know, I just dont think its undoing anything. I think with everything Sam has been through, and everything Sam was manipulated into doing, and having his body and mind violated so so many times, especially now after the trials and Gadreel, and knowing he cant go back to Amelia, and knowing Dean and Kevin are dead, not just missing or whatever... I dont think it was bad or out of character writing. Sorry i hope my words are making sense, english isnt my first language and i know i get a little all over the place sometimes

hi! tbh you really don’t need to provide this much context for me next time as I’m always able to make sense of sam’s motivations no matter how the narrative is framing them. however your objection here is exactly what I’m talking about when I tell you guys the inconsistent writing confuses the audience. what I’m criticizing carver’s writing for in the s9 finale is not the idea that sam would resurrect dean to keep them together - that is so obviously in line with sam’s past behavior that it shouldn’t even be worth debating. are you aware that during samndean’s confrontation in “the purge” they were talking about two different things? sam was telling dean that he would never violate his autonomy the way dean did his by tricking him into letting gadreel into his body. dean was taking this as sam saying that he wouldn’t resurrect him from the dead period i.e. he loves dean less than dean loves him - a frankly very juvenile and frustrating POV that completely glosses over the heart of the issue, but that’s our dean lmfao. would be fun and great to work with if not for most of this audience taking dean’s perspective as fact and disregarding any ideas that deviate from it, which is how we always end up with fandom invalidating sam’s feelings sometimes even worse than dean does onscreen.

the s9 finale reducing this conversation and related conversations in the aftermath of the gadreel issue to “I thought you said you were okay with [me dying]” / “I lied” DOES do a massive disservice to sam’s character development earlier in the season by badly obfuscating his possession trauma and the horrific horrific betrayal of dean tricking sam into being possessed without his informed consent and then quite literally gaslighting him about it. this writing choice also ensures that dean doesn’t have to change a damn thing abt his behavior, as is always the case in this story. dean wriggled in the cold for a little bit post-gadreel, then while he was in this fucked up headspace he decided to take on the MOC of which one of its cute little side effects was possibly eventually making him murder sam (lol), then in the s9 finale he punched sam out so he could Nobly go off to fight metatron alone after sam generously entrusted him with the first blade, then he got to hear sam telling him Forget Everything I’ve Said All Season, It’s Fine That You’d Do This To Me Again, then he fuckin pathetically died in sam’s arms, then next season he wakes up as a demon and tries to kill sam with a hammer after rattling off a bunch of nonsense abt Who’s The Real Monster Here Sammy. Really Makes You Think.

like I’m sorry the conclusion to s9 IS a bunch of bullshit that dropped every satisfying thread of character development that the rest of the season had been semi-competently weaving together, and s10 is even worse - a complete mess in terms of storytelling. and again, this is me talking about the way that the events are framed and the narrative bias in dean’s favor. if we’re talking in-universe samndean characterization of course their motivations make sense to me these guys live inside my brain permanently.

[fictionkinfessions]

People will look at literally any scene of Silco and I showing physical affection and try to say that something was weird about our relationship. Like sorry I wanted to hug my dad and sorry he kissed me on the forehead when I was literally fucking dying??? Like you do realize that parents and children are allowed to be physically affectionate right?? I'm 20 and my parents in this life and I are still generally physically affectionate towards one another. Honestly I think I've gotten that as more of a love language than I had previously after kinfirming. I mean, according to the fandom Vi can touch my face and it's sisterly affection, but as soon as I do it to Silco it's weird. (shoutout to this one reaction channel I saw that discussed this whole "discourse" after watching the final episode and just went "yeah no that's wrong." They were the best so many other reactors I had to stop watching them react to arcane for this reason). -Jinx (Arcane) #🌙🌹🐚

xx

[kirchefuchs]

just my thoughts abt Skip Button Ending

I don’t really think that Narrator dies… physically. I have an idea that he’s sorta immortal, but still is dying in psychological way. His brain is rotting(not literally but idk who knows lol) and at the moment “the end is never the end” he can barely think.. not, like, he cannot think anymore and just trying to fulfill the silence that he hates, but then he cannot do even that, poor man. and you know, the lights in that room like imitating the sanity of Narrator, and when it’s just one light left he’s almost insane, but then… he’s going insane.

just my theory and thoughts lmao(sorry english isn’t my first language so i can’t really express my thoughts as i would want to)

No, honey you got the point across great, don't apologize. I really like this take on it. It makes a lot of sense especially if you do see the Narrator as and immortal being. And honestly, I think anyone would go insane if left alone with no one to talk to but yourself for years upon years upon years. It's honestly amazing how long the Narrator is able to hang onto that tiny thread of sanity. It really shows how deeply inhuman he is, but not without acknowledging that he isn't invulnerable. He is much more and can handle more than any human could ever dream of, but he isn't invincible and he can still lose his grip on the world around him.

I think that's why it hurts so much to hear him breal down like that. Throughout the game he always seems so much larger than life. Like he controls the Parable and nothing can get to him because he is in control. And to watch as he loses that control and in turn lose himself to something as simple as loneliness? It hurts.

Watching the oh so powerful Narrator fall prey to one of the most universally known human emotions, and for it to be at our very own hands. It almost feels like torture. To me at least. I'm a very empathetic person when I play games, I get very attached to characters like the Narrator so I really hate to see him hurt.

Anyways, thank you for sending this. It was really fun to read and think about. I love hearing everyone'sideas so much :)

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Hey! I love your work, and I think you get everything down to Alfie’s language to the fucking t! It’s so fucking good when I can literally hear him in my head while I’m reading! Sidenote—please don’t cut my head off, because I’m *genuinely* trying to understand. I’ve followed you for awhile and I’ve noticed you engaging in the discourse about readers and reblogs, likes, etc., so I thought maybe you would be a good person to try to help me understand why some writers seem to be so upset by some readers liking instead of reblogging. Again, I’m not trying to attack anyone, I promise, but even as a writer myself, I struggle to grasp why it matters so much. Like, of course, comments and/or reblogs with comments make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside! It makes my day hearing that someone has loved a thing I’ve put my time and effort into creating, but likes are called “likes” for a reason—to let someone know you liked what they posted. In my head, getting them is another way for people to let me know they enjoyed what I put out. I’m not saying that anyone is, but to me, it comes off a little entitled when people get upset at readers for not explicitly praising their work with comments and such. Yes, the site is free and we’re not getting paid to write fanfics, but nobody owes anyone anything. When I write a thing and post it, I don’t feel like readers are then obligated to give me feedback because putting it online is a decision that *I* made. If they take the time to comment on it, that’s fucking wonderful, but that doesn’t mean that people who don’t do that are in the wrong for using the like button as their way of telling writers “Hey, I like this!” if they’re uncomfortable interacting or don’t have anything specific in mind to say. I’ve seen people talk about just copy/pasting a comment, but I don’t get how having 100 comments that all say “I like this fic!” or whatever is any different than using the button that’s meant to indicate “I like this fic!”. If somebody’s going to say something about my work, I would rather it be because they genuinely wanted to comment, not because they feel obligated to do so. I really hope this doesn’t come off as rude and I’m so sorry if it does. I’m just confused because both interactions mean the same thing—the only difference is that some people are more comfortable sharing their thoughts in depth or socializing online. I don’t know, it sorta feels like some are trying to police what other people do/don’t do with their blogs when we’re all here for the same reason—to fuck around and fuck our favorite characters. (Or daydream about it, unfortunately lmao)

Okay, I will try and explain it for you, nonie.

The reason why we are frustrated over the lack of reblogs is very simple, and if you’ve been following me for a while I’m surprised that you haven’t noted the reason by now.

Essentially, it keeps the fandoms going. It spreads posts around, it gives them visibility since half the time, the tags don’t work (it’s hit and miss at best!) and the algorithms on this site are virtually nonexistent, so having our work shared is a vitally helpful way for us to reach more people.

This isn’t Instagram. The reblog button is there to be used as that’s the very ethos of the tumblr experience; you see something that you enjoy, you like it, you share it. You seem to be forgetting that and solely focusing on commentary, but let’s get to that, shall we?

You’re absolutely right, nobody is obligated to comment, but come on. It’s a tiny exertion of effort to reward an author. It’s interaction, it can help people feel like what they wrote is valued beyond the bare minimum. It’s a tiny expression of gratitude in a world were fast consumption of “content” is now the norm. It also helps people - new writers especially - feel like they’re not shouting into a void. It all also ties in the the community of fandoms, which seems to be dying because of this quick consumption trend.

If you are fine with none of the above happening, with no sense of community in your respective fandom, with people not offering comments - or the more important reblogs - great! But people aren’t wrong for wanting a little more from our audiences, especially when that little more takes seconds to participate in.

I hope that clears things up for you.