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jemmo · 2 months

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i hear the sunspot has brought me to tears once again. that ep was beautiful, and after talking about how i was excited to see how taichi handled dealing with this situation, im so happy with what we got from him this episode.

what i love about how they developed taichi this ep is that nothing was sudden. taichi takes the whole ep to process everything and basically gets back to the place where he was before, friendship with kohei, which on the face of it doesn’t look like progress at all, but if kohei’s reaction to that expression of friendship is anything to go by, my god does it mean the world. the way taichi’s thoughts have developed are so significant for him and for the story, and also so beautifully and simply taichi. every time the camera is on him, you can see him processing exactly the way he described at the end of the ep, he keeps on trying to find a reason to be mad or angry or to avoid kohei and he just can’t find it, so he simply isn’t mad, he’s good, they’re friends. nothing that kohei says or does is enough to upset him or enough to want to push kohei away. and no, i don’t think at this point he’s quite got to the point of understanding if his own feelings are more than friendship, but he understands that for kohei, his feelings are more than friendship, and he’s alright with that, that’s kind of the whole concept of the ep and it’s so beautifully conveyed bc they keep on going back to the idea of hearing and listening which, for a show with a hard of hearing character, is even more poignant. multiple times we get them asking each other “did you hear that?” and we also get multiple times of taichi speaking or calling for kohei and kohei not hearing, which is ironic bc it’s taichi in this situation that needs to do the listening and understand kohei’s feelings. the whole point of the exchange on the stairs is that, bless him, taichi is a little bit dense, or to put it more kindly, he didn’t have all the facts and understanding he needed to know what exactly happened and what was meant during their exchange under the bridge. he didn’t understand the different ways the miho situation could be misunderstood, and he also didn’t understand just what kohei was trying to tell him, bc the confession was wrapped up in all these other feelings about his hearing getting worse which taichi didn’t know about. through the ep we see him learn these things and try to put them together, but on the stairs he says just please make it clear to me, I can’t understand if you don’t say it. it funnily echoes the sentiment of what he told kohei in an earlier ep, if you can’t hear, ask someone to say it again, louder. except here, it’s if you don’t understand what someone says, ask them to say it again, clearly. so kohei does, or more, he speaks through his actions (and no, I don’t think the cut away kiss was a cop out, at least in this situation, bc it conveys the way taichi reacted to it, being he didn’t know what to do or say or handle it, it’s like it just happened in a blink of an eye, or almost didn’t happen, yet we all know it did, and such it can’t be forgotten or passed over in taichi’s thoughts as he begins to understand how he feels for kohei) so that taichi can understand clearly.

i also wanna point out how i love what they did with sound in this ep, especially the scene on the stairs and the scene in the club room leading up to it. taichi is talking about kohei, but you can also hear sound from elsewhere, like it’s some club practicing music outside. so as he starts to open up about how he feels about kohei, he pauses to shut the window and we lose that outside sound. it’s taichi wanting to close out the outside or listening ears as he opens up bc he’s saying things he’s not fully ready to talk about or express, his feelings for kohei. that’s when we get kohei coming to the door and overhearing, he’s broken in to the room taichi sealed off, but instead of reacting badly, he pursues kohei, and such as we get to the stairs we hear the outside sound again, of the music being practised, bc when faced with kohei and him avoiding him again, he overcomes that fear of expression and goes after him, he admits things out in the open. it’s such a subtle but masterful way of conveying how taichi’s inner thoughts were working in that moment while also playing with the shows theme of sound. just stunning.

and i also really loved one of taichi’s lines in particular. “I kept thinking… how i wished how i would forget to eat”. this one got me bad, bc it’s such a good way for him to express what he means without just saying it point blank. taichi is perpetually a hungry boy, we know that, and that’s how he got to know kohei, through food, both their first encounter was bc of food and their friendship developed through sharing lunch, through kohei feeding him. we also always see his stomach rumble, a reminder of this hunger he can’t control, but is obvious nevertheless. so when he says he wished he would forget to eat, he’s saying he wished he could forget something that is so simple and standard to your day but is so important, just like kohei. he’s connected food to kohei and now he can’t even have a meal without it reminding it of him, and more so, when he’s hungry and wants something to eat, he thinks first of the food kohei gives him. the desire is linked to him bc he’s the one that satiates it. and just like he can’t forget to eat, just like how his stomach rumbles from hunger despite not wanting to think about food, he can’t forget kohei. and his stomach rumbling becomes this proxy for the way that, even though he wishes he could, he simply can’t not think about him, his body, his heart, goes against what his brain wants. and bc like hunger, kohei is something he can’t ignore, so he goes out and fixes it, he eats, and he sees kohei. now if that isn’t mastery of metaphor, i don’t know what is.

and my final shoutout is for kohei’s mom bc she’s literally just the best. i really love that they’re showing that kohei has a very normal home life and his mom isn’t overprotective or cautious of him. she treats him so normally and lets him make his own decisions even when they aren’t right, like we don’t know what their relationship was like early on when his hearing first went, but kohei didn’t have the best time and isolated himself, and as his mom, it’s hard for her to help in that kind of situation, she can’t force kohei to socialise and she can’t force people to be friends with him, so it must’ve hurt, so now that kohei is talking about this friend, you can see how happy it makes her, and when she sees them become distant, she doesn’t overly interfere, she talks to taichi simply when he turns up at their house and just asks him to not give up where others have, and for kohei, the simple act of still making 2 lunchboxes even though kohei probably at some point told her he’d only need 1 now, and she doesn’t overtly ask him to talk to taichi, she just does it as this in case, like if kohei gets the courage to talk to taichi, now he’ll have a reason to talk to him, something to offer, something to break the tension and make it easier. it’s only a small thing she can do, but she does it bc that’s her way of helping. she treats kohei like an adult that can do as he decides and make mistakes, she lets him go to hospital appointments by himself bc we can see he can handle it, he’s fine, but you just know that if it got too much for him, she’d be there for him in an instant. i just love how they manage to show the care and love in that relationship without having to make anything dramatic, bc dramatics don’t mean always mean you care more, and this is proof.

anyway we’re getting a trip next week and everything always happens when boys go on a trip so i cannot wait.

#thank you for reading my unnecessarily long rant #there was just too many things i wanted to talk about #this show is special #i hear the sunspot #hidamari ga kikoeru

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saetoru · 1 year

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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。MORE — HANMA SHUJI.

based on this shit post i made on my side that has not left my brain since i took my final so here is a painfully cheesy scene i took out of a fic i wrote a while ago that i’ll never post bc it’s embarrassingly self indulgent

“these are bad for you, did you know that?” you mutter.

“that so?” hanma hums, leaning closer as your fingers work his lighter. his forehead practically bumps against yours as you light the end of his cigarette—even despite your lecture. he watches you as you do it, glances over the bridge of your nose and the curve of your lips as you frown.

“yeah,” you huff. “if you used that head of yours, you’d know these are death sticks.”

his lips are crooked in that smile of his—one that tells you he won’t stop. it’s a silent truth you’re both aware of, but it doesn’t keep you from scolding him. he needs to know, you think—that someone cares what happens to him. someone will miss him, even if no one else else will.

“good thing i have you to tell me,” he grins.

you think you could paint it from memory, the wide curve of his lips. you could remember exactly where that dimple on his left cheek is, where every crinkle of his eyes are under his glasses, how the slant of his jaw angles as he leans his head up. you’re too busy staring at him to fight it when his hand rubs over the small or your back, curling his arm around you and pulling you flush against his chest.

“it’s not like you ever listen to me,” you grumble against his shirt. it smells like him—like smoke and cologne that must be comically expensive. and it’s bad for you, perhaps—the secondhand smoke that creeps up your lungs and kills you slowly. but it’s blissful, comforting even. “but you should listen to me more.”

“i should,” he agrees.

“you won’t,” you pout.

he chuckles at that, takes a drag from the cigarette in his hand as he holds you tighter, sways you gently as the sun sets and coats your skin, leaving it sweet and honeyed just for him.

hanma shuji is not known for gentleness. he’s a hushed whisper, as if speaking the reapers name welcomes him to your doorstep, the blood dripping from the scythe as a fresh reminder that death is only around the corner. he should be anything but gentle in your eyes—yet when his fingertips find your skin under your shirt, gliding over the dip of your back and the slants of your hips, you think he’s nothing but gentle.

gentle enough to love you. gentle enough to let you love him too. gentle enough to pretend his listens when you scold him. gentle enough to let you know he knows you’ll miss him—even if you’re the only one.

“old habits die hard, baby.”

it’s your turn to huff out a small laugh at that. you want to tell him you know. that old habits do die hard—it’s why you let him walk through your door at ungodly hours, why you clean the caked blood on his fists, why you leave room for him on the other half of the mattress.

old habits die hard. it’s why you love him, even if maybe you shouldn’t.

“if you loved me, you’d quit,” you murmur.

“yeah? you think i don’t fuckin’ love you?” his voice is smooth against your ear, it drowns out the honking cars and the bustling of the city below you. it’s warm and familiar and a tad bit dangerous, but it’s enough to make you relax against his body, arms wrapping around his torso.

it’s silent for a moment. he holds you as you think, and when you make out the beating of his heart under your cheek, you have your answer.

“you know what i think?”

“what, baby?”

“i think you should love me more,” you insist, poking his shoulder accusingly.

“so greedy,” he giggles—and then he pulls you closer, holds you tighter, takes in every part of you like he can’t get enough. it’s him who’s greedy, you think, with the way he wants you enough to make you want him too.

“if you die from lung disease, i’ll have to find a new boyfriend,” you point out.

“you won’t miss me?”

“nope,” you lie. “i’ll be rid of my biggest headache.”

“too bad. guess i won’t die then,” he grins, eyeing down at the top of your head.

somehow, you trust him—he’s never given you a reason not to. you’re sure the fingers on your hips and the warm chest under your cheek and the smell of smoke lingering in the air won’t leave you any time soon. and you hope it won’t, that the sins on his hands aren’t enough to outweigh the prayers on your tongue.

but just to be sure, you look up, propping your chin up on his chest as you whisper, “promise?”

he nods, throwing on that easy grin on his face again. your thumb finds the dimple of his cheek as you cup his face. “of course.”

i am unwell over him and it’s all because of mich 😒

#teepods.writings #drabbles.#hanma x reader #hanma x you #hanma fluff #hanma shuji x reader #hanma shuji x you #hanma shuji fluff #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers fluff #tr x reader #tr x you #tr fluff #tokrev x reader #tokrev x you #tokrev fluff

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cowpokeomens · 3 months

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Good morning squad I’m thinking bout

Matt who so clearly has a big ole crush on you and everyone knows except you and him it seems! It’s ironic because you’re so sweet and down-to-earth and Matt is. Himself. Anyways! The whole gang has a whole day to run amuck and explore The City right? And so everyone is making their little plans when like Nicky asks what you’re gonna be doing and if you wanna tag along with anyone. You’re like “what’s everyone doing?” And he says “some of us are gonna go walk around downtown, there’s some wildlife center that someone mentioned, and Noah said he’s just going to rot in bed for the morning and decide later.” And you’re like ooooh!! Wildlife center means goats I’m going there!! And Nicky is evil and says “cool Matt will go with you teehee bye” and Matt is pouting because he wanted the day to bro down with the owls and now some girl he doesn’t even like liar is coming with him smh so you’re hesitant but you go for the goats okay and Matt drives the rental and his mood is sour but you’re keeping your spirits high!! He doesn’t speak the entire time and when you try to engage in conversation he just grunts at you :-/ but you arrive safely and the folks working there are so nice and let you hold the chinchillas and the capybaras and Matt is actually cracking a smile watching you, takes lots of pictures bc he adores you the capybaras :-/ they let y’all meet Rocky the raccoon who’s recovering from a leg injury and Matt gets so excited that he goes from hesitant smile to literally beaming like a little kid, feeds Rocky little bits of fruit :-(( you take lots of cute pictures of him so you have evidence that he can feel human joy, y’all tromp around the center for hours petting deer and holding owls and giggling until the sun is starting to go down and you’re abt to pass out from hunger and Matt is like “cmon there’s a good place not too far from here” grabs your wee hand to help you navigate the “rough terrain” (there are some pebbles) but then ope! Doesn’t let go! No reason in particular! And it makes your tummy flip flop but it’s probably just because you’re starving so you write it off :-/ Matt opens your door when y’all get to the car :-/ someone cuts him off in traffic and his arm instinctively comes up in front of you :-/ he drops it onto your thigh and just :-/ leaves it there :-/ lets you queue up music and he bitches the entire time about it until you roll your eyes and put on like. PeelingFlesh or Cannibal Corpse or whatever passes the vibe check and then he’s rolling his eyes and saying “you can listen to your Taylor Swift it’s fine I don’t actually care-“ so you start bumping Picture to Burn and belting it out and he’s just :-( so fond :-( keeps smiling to himself bc he can’t name the emotion he’s feeling but I’ve thinks it’s content :-( y’all get food and you steal half his onion rings even though you swore you wanted fries and his foot keeps bumping into yours under the table and you don’t know why it’s giving you goosebumps!! It’s just cold in here that’s all!! When everyone gets back to the hotel you two are sitting on the couch practically in each other’s laps comparing photos of the day and giggling and teeheeing :-( he gets an arm behind your shoulders bc it was “falling asleep” so you’re all nuzzled up in his chest now and he smells like soap and grass and maybe you’re a little drunk on it but who knows :-( everyone knows

Anyways bye

#ramblin gal #matt dierkes fanfiction #matt dierkes x reader

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behoright · 2 years

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long distance friendship with andrei svechnikov

uhhhh here's a little blurb! yall can thank @ryanpulock for this. it was just too much and needed to be shared soooorry it's so long.

warnings: haven't really proofread this I freaked out the whole time. fluffy fluffy fluffy a tiny bit of angst.

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you met when you’re both teenagers when he began playing for the lumberjacks

he obv had a crush on you but he couldn’t really speak english

you were always around the rink and at practice and stuff bc of a family member of yours so he saw you a lot

saw you do homework and stuff at the rink and he would try and talk to you or see if you could help him with english

you helped him A LOT bc you’d be one of the last ones there and so was he so you’d hang out a lot

but you were only teenagers and you had your own lil life at your high school and stuff

eventually he went to the OHL and it was heartbreaking for the both of you tbh

he had never been more excited to move up but the second thought he had was that he wasn’t going to see you everyday anymore

same with you but you both played it off

the last night before he leaves you hang out until late and he promises you he won’t forget or stop talking to you

“even when you make it to the nhl and become a big shot?”

“never, y/n”

sdjkfhkdjvh

and so it begins

the constant constant texting

silly snapchats and you send each other memes on instagram

he’s too shy to ask you to facetime so he doesn’t

until draft day

dude one of the best days of his life

and on top of that - he gets a facetime call from YOU

he makes sure his hair looks good before he answers djfksljf

you were afraid that now he would forget about you but as soon as he gets to raleigh you become even closer

he never fails to send you good morning texts and snapchats

he never sends good nights tho and thats because he never wants to stop talking to you

he’d rather tell you “i fell asleep lol” instead of saying goodbye

facetime becomes the norm on his second season w the canes

it ebbs and flows when you get a boyfriend

and tbh he says hes happy for you but hes not

and he doesn't understand why because he hasn’t seen you since you were 17 and you both had a silly teenage crush

also he has every single girl available and sometimes he’d tell you about it to see if you get jealous but you don’t seem to (even though you do)

he knows he has to find another way to distract himself now that you have a boyfriend you can’t facetime him as much

gets a girlfriend

but things turn sour faster than he expected

if you’re having any relationship problems you always tell him and so he does too

it doesn’t get very far tho because the only advice you both have for each other is

“break up with him”

“break up with her”

and you’re both too stupid to see what’s really going on but the distance doesn’t help

you finally decide to see each other during the summer and you meet each other’s significant others and

oh boy

she HATES your guts and she’s so condescending

“oH mY gOd iS thIs yOuR bEsTiE bAbE? OH yOu’Re sOOOOO cUTe!”

ugh

same with him

andrei is surrounded by toxic relationships and unfortunately toxic masculinity so he sees right through your boyfriend

he tells you after

“I don’t trust him, y/n”

you don’t know but its the beginning of the end for both of your relationships

after that, you both spend a week of his summer together before he goes to train in russian and its

so fun

except for the fact that your horrible partners are both always there so you both feel like you can’t relax bc they’d get insecure

at the end of the summer he breaks up with her bc he seriously cannot shake off how she treated you and also bc she was just not it

and surprise surprise your boyfriend cheats on you during the fall

you call him in hysterics crying sobbing

youve been friends for a long time and know each other very well but he’s actually never seen you cry

he just sits and listens to you talk and vent makes sure you feel really validated

you stay on facetime for a long long time that night even if he has a game tomorrow

and the day after he calls you while he’s driving to the arena

you’re in bed with your blinds shut even though its 3 pm

“I going to score for you tonight, you’ll see. Trust me.”

and score he does

he tries to find the camera as soon as he scores and everyone including his teammates are like ???

but he winks at it and points at it

you know its for you

calls you AS SOON AS THE GAME IS OVER

“you see? I told you! I told you I’d do it for you!”

and thats when you realize you really like this man

you call and text even more somehow

facetime all the time

the season has its highs and lows and

on most roadies he can’t wait to just get to his hotel room to talk to you

he tells you whenever he’s taking off or landing

you’ll send him snaps of you watching the game whether alone or with your friends

you literally never miss one

you share locations at some point and he will never say it but he checks on you all the time

breaks his heart a little when he sees you’re over at someone’s house

same with you wherever he’s at a club or something but oh well

you’re just friends and have to live your lives

but still no one takes up as much time as you do

even if its for 5-10 minutes he’d facetime you

your roommate thinks its fucking annoying that you stay up so late just talking

and what a cute texter he is

“good luck on your test!”

“i saw this and i thought of you”

sdkjfhksjfhskdjchksd

he ships one of his jerseys to your dorm

anytime there’s a limited edition piece of merch he’ll always send you one

on your birthday he sends you matching beaded bRACELETS

and you see he always always wears it

theres a point where the season gets freaking hard and andrei is so frustrated

you answer the phone but it looks like it’s just been placed on the nightstand

“Drei?”

“hi, y/n”

and his voice is all choked up and sniffly

“I want to talk to you but I’m just. I’m so tired and I can’t take it today. I’m sorry” and there’s a little sob in there

you reassure him and eventually he opens up

even though he can’t show his face because he’s embarrassed and he doesn’t want you to see him like this

“to be honest, it’s so lonely. I feel alone in the room at the end of the day and I feel guilty because this is my dream.”

you talk him through what he’s feeling and how to feel better

he grabs the phone and you see his face all red and puffy. you can tell he was crying really hard before he called you

“I’m sorry I look so bad” he says as he rubs his eyes and his face HELLA HARD bc he’s a boy

“You look great, svech”

And his heart melts oh it melts so hard

You don’t tell him but you saved up enough to fly out and one day you just show up at practice

Thankfully he was too busy to check your location lol

He’s ELATED

literally drops his stick and gloves and just skates towards you so fast

“Oh so this is who you’re texting all the time”

You spend the weekend together

He cancels your hotel stay so you can stay with him

He loves to have you around and debates kissing you when you go out with the team

But he’s too nervy so he doesn’t

When he drops you off at the airport he tears up a bit and hugs you for a long long time

“I going to miss you, that’s all”

“I love you”

Calls you after you’re past security lol

He tells you he wants you to come out every weekend

And you both laugh but he’s low key serious

Ever since you went to visit him last you both say I love you ALL the time

Whenever they play in your city he comes and visit you

He accidentally stays in your dorm once you guys cuddle and fall asleep talking

No matter the distance you become closer and closer

See each other for the holidays :)

Still no one is making any moves even though you are VERY touchy

And tbh neither of you seeing anyone else bc you’re both so busy w your jobs/college

It’s so easy to talk to each other bc it’s all online

No one uses snap anymore so he’d just send you selfies 😭😭

Sometimes when he’s reviewing video he’d FaceTime you to just have you there

Same whenever you’re just doing homework

There’s been times that he’s at the rink late and you’re doing school work late and he just props his phone up while you both do your thing even though he’s ON THE ICE

Keeps his AirPods in so he can hear you talk to him

You have movie nights together and do screen sharing

You decide to surprise him bc you have some

Big news

And he’s been in a HUGE scoring drought

You know it’s taking a toll on him bc he literally tells you everything

Every SINGLE thing

You surprise him when he’s doing morning workout w the team

They let you in because everyone knows you now he doesn’t shut up about you shows them pics of you always on the phone

And he’s SWEATY but he runs to you and picks you up in a big bear hug spins you around

He’s so so happy he really needed this especially after you guys talked SO much during the dads trip (since his dad couldn’t make it and all)

He keeps looking for you in the stands and during warm up just keeps skating past you and tapping the glass and puts his face up to it and shfhfjxbdchfjbfdn

he gets out of his scoring drought SO quickly in the 1st

Scores twice, is on hatty watch, has the best game ever

Whenever he’s on the bench he thinks about how he got his mojo back literally the day you got to Raleigh

Like this has to do with you

*superstition unlocked*

Gets first star and skates up to you to bang on the glass before throwing the puck to some kids next to you

Mouths “go to the locker room” before skating to Hannah

When you go see him he’s all sweaty and gross and shirtless, his hockey pants still on and all

“You did so good! You did amazing, Andrei!”

He runs and hugs you so tightly into his chest

whispers into your hair

“because of you. It happened because of you.”

before giving you the game puck

What he doesn’t know yet is that you came to visit to tell him that you got into an internship in Raleigh and will be moving there in a couple of months 👀👀

#andrei svechnikov #andrei svechnikov imagine #andrei svechnikov x reader #andrei svechnikov blurb #blurb #fluff #carolina hurricanes #canes #nhl #nhl fic #nhl blurb #hockey #hockey blurb #hockey imagine

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crguang · 12 days

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haven’t read kafka’s voice lines in a minute, but I just reread them, and like I need to know more. like her being a devil hunter. why were there devils on her planet in the first place, was it bc of the stellar on or just like smth else. why’d she become one. and it was always interesting to me that it seems like she kind of didn’t like her home planet, obviously she could be lying. ig she wasn’t that close to her family and she probably didn’t have friends bc she’s a loser and isn’t good at connecting w people. And I’m curious abt where and when she started saying "When making friends with someone, keep the right distance, in order to maintain a long-lasting relationship." and firefly thinks she doesn’t believe that? if Kafka didn’t care abt anyone on her home planet ig that would make sense? idk hsjjghsh I’m not coherent enough but I need more Kafka. I do wonder abt how people who can’t feel fear yk survive and all, but idk. Her sea voice like is also interesting like why was that such a personal place?

Also my fighter between the two kafcats os probably the happy one bc she’s just so cute…I want to a symphony a few days ago and I couldn’t stop thinking abt Kafka, like violin=kafka for me. She def would liked it, trust me. On a side note, do u think she’d be concert master? it’s like the best (violin I think) player and everyone tunes to them bc, and they usually get all the violin solos.

and I’m gonna have to clear out some stuff bc I don’t have enough storage for ptn…don’t ask. I know I’ll like it bc women, ugh I should just get more storage.

less than 24 hours til the banners come out im actually terrified, but umm we’ll see. And I have a quiz ig but you def got me covered fr (didn’t know you take comp too)

-🌠

now that ive read AND listened to her voice lines i find it curious that she seems to have a bit of nostalgia in her tone when talking about the destruction of her planet. like you can tell whenever she has a smile on her face as she says certain lines and she’s always so playful (spent a whole hour just listening to her yesterday im ill) but this line was one of the serious-ish ones. she could be acting all mysterious on purpose but i guess we won’t know until more info comes out…. i really wonder if she had friends or something before because she says she rarely ever saw the same person twice due to her work.

THE SEA VOICE LINE. HELLO. WAS NO ONE GOING TO TELL ME HOW EXCITED SHE GETS?! THE CUTE EMPHASIS ON “fiercest”?!?!?! YOU ALLLLL FAILED ME. she speaks so genuinely as if reminiscing that place then she composes herself after a pause… wow. my baby. she’s so cute 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

i also go violin = kafka and omgg going to a symphony sounds so nice i hope u had a great time. straight up unbiased thoughts i think she would get the solos because she seems really rigorous in her practice of the violin despite having a very unstable job. she doesn’t strike me as the type to go for easy to play pieces either, especially when you consider what kind of music she’d like. so she’d work for that solo!!

hope your pulls went well i thought i was gonna be devastated if she came at hard pity but turns out im too happy that shes home at all🥹

#sat answers #🌠 anon

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augustvandyne · 9 months

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request: do you think you could write jackie taylor x f reader? they've been together for a few years and have know each other for longer r is not apart of the team but was on the plane when they crashed (maybe she's something similar to misty? //job wise only tho yk😭) she's also not close to the team (aside from jackie) and feels awkward and shy or whatever around them so she just sticks with Jackie pretty much at all times (and plus she's terrified of their situation)very clingy r but jackie doesn't mind one bit. looooots of cuddles and forehead/temple kisses bc yes pls

had to do the request this way because apparently my anonymous wasn’t on. but it is now ❤️

Becoming co-manager for the Wiskayok girls soccer team didn’t feel like such a good idea right now. You definitely didn’t regret it, because she did it for your girlfriend, Jackie Taylor, whom you loved very much. But it didn’t feel like it was your best idea ever.

As soon as the plane had crashed, Jackie reached for you, and soon after searched for Shauna. But you came first.

She made sure you sat with her rather than Shauna, because she knew how you were about the team. You’d never even tried to really socialize with them because of your personality type. You were more introverted than anything, but you still tried.

You were friends with Misty, due to you both managing the team, as well as Shauna because she was Jackie’s best friend, but that was about as far as you’ve gone.

The crash was about three weeks ago now, and you have been contributing, although no one had made any other attempts to talk to you then they had before, at practices.

You’ve mostly been glued to Jackie’s side, even when she had to pee.

It’s not that you’re afraid of the other girls, or that you don’t want to socialize with them, it’s that you’re terrified of the situation you were involuntarily thrown into. There’s a voice in the back of your head wondering what if you’re here for a reason.

But you haven’t brought the thought up to anybody because, you were gonna get rescued soon, right?

During meals Jackie has to forcibly remove you from the cabin to come sit with the rest of the team. She insists you’re just as much a part of the team as she or Shauna are.

Like right now, you’re sat on the cabin step, willing away the dark thoughts about the wilderness. You tilt your head up the slightest bit to see Jackie’s big eyes staring toward you.

You give her a nervous smile, in which she replies by coming over and grabbing your hand gently to pull you over.

Jackie wants nothing more than to have both of her favorite things to fully collide; you and soccer.. but she won’t rush you until you’re ready.

She sits you so close beside her on the log, you’re almost sitting on her lap, which results in your cheeks setting aflame. You swallow nervously and get out a, “H- hi,” like you always do.

“Hey, y/n,” Tai gives a small smile, as she always does, when she hands you your share of the food.

You let out a sigh of relief as everyone else greets you just as kindly.

“See, nothings wrong,” Jackie kisses your temple. “It’s just the girls. Plus Javi, Coach, and Travis.”

You chuckle quietly, to which Jackie’s eyes brighten.

“Why don’t you talk a little about yourself?” Shauna looks at you with comforting eyes. Of course, she knows all about you, but none of the other girls do, not even Misty or Coach knows a lot about you.

You swallow nervously, but speak confidently.

“Well, I..” You look down but Jackie grabs your hand and that gives you more confidence. “I like soccer. I wish I could play but I don’t think my lungs could take it.”

“It’s true,” Jackie backs you up when everyone continues watching you. “She’s winded just from making out.”

The girls chuckle as they eat and listen.

“I also really enjoy reading and— I’m kind of fluent in French,” You shrug nonchalantly.

“No shit,” Nat rubs her thumb across her lip absentmindedly.

“So that’s why Jackie is always passing the French tests with flying colors,” Lottie nods. “I always wondered, because the first day you could even say ‘Hi, my name is..’”

Everyone bursts out laughing, yourself included. No one notices how Lottie speaks presently, instead of in a past-tense manner. Or if they do, they don’t say anything, because for once since the shit hit the fan, they were smiling and having fun.

Eventually, the team went around in a circle sharing secrets, like how Lottie has thousands of dollars in TJ bucks.

By now, the sun had gone down and the warm atmosphere during the day had faded into a cooler one. You were snuggled against Jackie, who was scratching your head and leaned down to kiss your head every few minutes.

The groups eyes landed on yours after a while, and your mind came up blank. You couldn’t think of anything off the top of your head that you hadn’t already revealed.

“Um,” your face heated with embarrassment because everyone who has shared before you had already known what they were going to say, except you. “I don’t know— I don’t really have any secrets. I don’t even have time to go to the store.” You laugh a bit.

“Just tell us something else about yourself,” Van shrugs. “I don’t have any secrets either, if it makes you feel better.”

“Well, I have a lot of family, but none of them amount to how much Jackie means to me,” You give a glance the your girlfriend, who moves in closer. She puts her arm around you and gives you another kiss on your head. “I have three sisters and a brother.”

You shrug, not really knowing what else to add.

“I can play the piano. Really well, actually,” You put out there, raising brows from everyone.

“Well there’s a secret,” Jackie chuckles. “I didn’t know you could play piano.”

“Yeah, maybe I can play for all of you sometime.”

“That would be nice,” Shaunas eyes sparkle with hope, that just maybe you will all get out of here.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #jackie taylor x reader

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hyperfixatedonstuff · 1 year

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hello!! do you have any tf2 headcanons? i got neck-deep into this fixation without realizing and your scout fic in your pinned made me tear up just a bit- :')

i understand that fixation part so much😭 i’m out here rereading all the comics to write a drabble abt Zhanna bc i will NOT mischaracterize my girl! anyways i’m glad u liked the scout fic and since i don’t want this post to be 10 million words long i’ll do mainly Scout headcanons

Scout definitely took a year or two of Spanish in highschool and will respond to his team mates with “de nada” and “gracias” when they speak another language (german, french, russian, etc)

I headcanon that Pyro is strangely fluent in multiple languages as well but no one can understand them properly anyways

Heavy or Medic will make some rude or funny comment in Russian/German and Pyro will laugh along with them

At first they find it odd but I think Heavy in particular would really enjoy being understood in his native language even if he doesn’t understand ANY language Pyro speaks

I’m a big fan of Lesbian Miss Pauling! so when she tells Scout I see a few options: Scout will come out as trans fem a year or so later and ask her out again. or! Scout will have this huge moment of realization and apologize to her a ton, then try to become her wingman(both suck at talking to women).

Scout sees Medic and Heavy kiss once and then goes and asks Spy if gay people are real

Spy does all sorts of cheesy things for Scout’s mom and she loves it but makes fun of him so much

Scout is allergic to sooo many things but claims that if they eat them fast enough it won’t matter(cue lots of medic bay trips and a pissed off Medic)

Scout finally starts to crack Sniper’s tough guy loner mask and finds out he’s actually a huge ass loser

Spy HATES every love interest Scout has except for Miss Pauling but only because he knows they’re not gonna end up together

the only person Scout can beat in an arm wrestle is Spy and maybe Sniper

Scout and Medic go for runs together occasionally

Medic has to annually replace Spy’s lungs. He’s had all different kinds of fucked up animal lungs.

Scout learns best by actually doing something/practically applying it. if that makes sense

He’s also super good at literary analysis and character analysis but has trouble reading the actual words. He’ll listen to audiobooks instead sometimes but prefers comics.

Scout has probably accidentally called some of the mercs his brothers’ names and then got really embarrassed and ran away

Kinda random but Medic has and will brain scoop/ lobotomize people who saw him do something even mildly embarrassing

#tf2 #tf2 mercs #tf2 hcs #tf2 headcanons #tf2 scout #tf2 medic #tf2 heavy #tf2 spy #tf2 sniper #tf2 pyro

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hiraethhh-h · 2 years

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puppy love

summary: after catching feelings for a certain fury, zagreus offers some advice to get you back on your feet.

pairings: megara “meg” x gn! reader, (platonic) zagreus x gn! reader, mentions of thanzag.

warnings: light spoilers

notes: in lieu of Hades II being announced, here we are! also bc i am a whore for greek mythology (thanks pjo/hoo <3 /lh)

word count: 1.2k

you were always unsure how you landed yourself in such shitty situations.

for one, as a minor god, you somehow got yourself a position in the underworld. did you read the fine print in the contract you signed in olympus? absolutely-fucking-not. the trip to the river styx was less than pleasant, but you did leave a good review for charon. despite him speaking in decipherable groans, he made for good company and talk.

small dents began to appear in the rod of the broom you held, your sweeping motions coming to a halt. the shiny granite floors perfectly reflected your frowning face back at you. not wanting to get scolded for lagging behind in your chores, you took a few steps forward before gently brushing at the floor.

“is… everything alright?”

you jolted violently, whipping around with wide eyes. zagreus stood before you, his hands raised. “sorry- didn’t mean to scare you.” he quickly uttered. “you just looked… tense, is all.” his mismatched eyes slowly drifted to the broom, where cracks had formed from your iron grip. you blinked, slowly setting the broom against the wall with a sheepish look. “just… having a bit of a mid-life crisis? well, a godly one.” you sighed, shaking your head.

the prince raised a brow, “i don’t mean to pry, but i wouldn’t mind listening.” your brows perked up in surprise, a small smile forming on your lips. “thank you zagreus. do you mind also covering for me? i really don’t feel like getting told off today…” zagreus nodded in agreement, “of course. perhaps my room would be best for privacy?” you followed after the male with no further questions, trying to decipher where it would be best to start.

the two of you sat atop zagreus’ bed, the mattress bouncing ever so slightly to accommodate for the new weight. the silence didn’t feel as unnerving as before, thanks to the prince of hell’s presence. you were glad you had found a confidant and amazing friend in him.

“well… to start, i guess i…” you paused, inhaling then exhaling to organize your thoughts. “i have feelings for meg, romantically.” zagreus blinked in surprise, looking down at you. “i don’t know what to do next, zag. she’s practically unreachable. any time i see her, i want to approach her but i’m just so…” “nervous?” zagreus finished for you. “yes, nervous. that.” you fell back onto the bed with a grunt, staring up at the ceiling in disdain. the bed shifted as zagreus laid beside you, his head propped up by his hand.

“if you don’t mind me asking, zag, how did you approach than?” a nervous chuckle left the male, the flame-colored wreath atop his head shifting ever so slightly as he moved to look at the headboard. “i don’t mean to sound… generic, but all i really did was be myself.” he began. “aside from the fact that we’re childhood friends, all i really did was figure out what he liked, what he didn’t like. then, i just went from there.” at his words, you went silent.

if you started from there, perhaps you would have a chance to find out more on meg. you looked to zagerus with a faint smile, “thank you, zag. and don’t worry about sounding too generic, you… you’ve helped more than you know.” you nodded firmly, watching a smile grow on zagreus’ face. “you’re welcome, i’m glad i could be of assistance… but really, that quick?” he questioned, a brow raised as he moved to sit up once you did.

“yeah, i want to find meg, see if… i can muster up the courage to talk to her.” zagreus placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. “that’s a great start, but remember not to get ahead of yourself. things like this take time and patience.” he warned. “right. time and patience.” you huffed, standing to head out of his room. the prince trailed after you, the two of you heading into the dining hall. unfortunately, nyx was nowhere to be seen, so you couldn’t greet the primordial goddess on the way.

a few shades lingered about the mess hall, some seated at tables and chattering amongst each other on how they died and the works. not too far, deusa was humming to herself as she gently dusted at a ledge. “deusa,” zagreus called from behind you, the gorgon jumping with a chirp-like hiss as she turned around. “p-prince zagreus!” she squeaked, also calling your name shortly after. “done with your chores already? maybe i should learn a thing or two from you…” the snake huffed in defeat, her eyes flitting over to zagreus. “oh- i also washed your sheets with the detergent you like! i-um… hope you enjoy it, prince zagreus.” she rambled. shortly after, the gorgon floated upwards, disappearing to carry on with her duties around the house of hades. “yes, thank you deusa. i’ll… be seeing you then.” the two of you moved on, the prince gently nudging you at the sight of a specific fury nursing a drink.

she stood alone, her whip holstered. on her face she wore a small scowl. “ah, must not be in the best of moods because of earlier…” zagreus winced, looking to you with worry written on his face. you shook your head, “nothing i can’t handle zag, besides, there’s a warrant on your head, not mine.” you jested lightly, earning a soft chuckle from the male. “true that. well, it’s best you go alone then. i’ll watch from afar.”

your heart hammered in your chest as you looked to meg, the fury sensing your stare shortly after. with narrowed eyes, she locked onto zagreus. you watched her face twist into a sneer, “tch.” she scoffed, setting her cup down. eventually, she looked to you. you could only hope she couldn’t hear your racing heart. “zagreus and the new godling. to what do i owe the displeasure?”

you and zagreus shared a look, the prince giving a small nod. “zageus was… just on his way, and i wanted to check in on you.” you told the fury, stepping forward to stand before her. meg raised a brow, “to… check in on me?” she repeated slowly, a hint of confusion laced in her voice. behind you, zagreus departs with a few pats on your back and he mouths a ‘good luck’ to you.

“yeah- er, yes. you looked like you were in a bad mood so…” you trailed off, sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck. your gaze slowly drifted to the ground. meg eyed you up and down for a moment, a long sigh leaving the woman as she turned to take another sip from her drink. “i’m… fine. zagreus just- eugh, the nerve of that prince irks me.” she seethed, shaking her head. you chuckled softly, waving to the shade behind the counter for a drink of your own.

“that sounds like a light way of putting it.” you murmured, thanking the shade-chef with a nod. the sweet taste of nectar soothed you, meg watching as you drank the gold-colored liquid. “well, i’m all ears for whatever you’d like to talk about.” you told her now, looking at the fury with a kind smile. she blinked a few times before nodding, “thanks…” meg murmured. she stared at her drink for a moment before glancing back over to you.

perhaps you wouldn’t be as bad as she thought you would be.

#bee's writing #hades #hades game #hades supergiant #thanatos hades #zagreus hades #zagreus #meg hades #zagreus x reader #zagreus x thanatos #meg x reader

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mikasa-imadebiscults · 9 months

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Hello, hello! I hope you’re doing well and are having a nice end to your weekend. If your matchups are still open, may I request a matchup for JJK and AOT?

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: straight

Zodiac/MBTI/Enneagram/Hogwarts house (bc why tf not?): Leo, INFJ, 1w9, Ravenclaw

Appearance: long wavy auburn hair and my eyes are more of a honey brown. I always wear round glasses. I'm pale with freckles on my cheeks and nose. 5’9, more of an hourglass shape and have a bit of muscle. If I wear makeup, I like keeping it subtle. I often just apply eye makeup and stick to shades of purple, gold, and orange.

Aesthetic: I mostly wear black and white, but I have some lilac in my wardrobe. In summer I typically wear long, flowy dresses with a jean jacket and combat boots, and when it’s colder I prefer slacks, sweaters, and combat boots.

Personality: Making an effort to understand myself and others is important to me, so that leads to long periods of pondering my actions, as well as others’. I love having me time, though I enjoy being with those close to me from time to time. I love discussing topics that revolve around enigmas. It’s not as important to have others agree with me as it is to explore the unknown with them. Since I’m reserved, I take a long time to open up to others. I’m gentle but can be (unintentionally) intimidating. I’m adventurous and have completed a dream of mine – living/working in a country that doesn’t speak my native language. I actively search for things to be thankful for. I'm easily flustered, clumsy, athletic, and conscientious. My humor is witty and sarcastic. Every now and then, I like listening to the branches being rustled by the wind and being able to gaze up at the moon and stars shining brightly, which remind me that there's a lot of beauty in the world, and I'm glad to experience it. I am happiest when seeking out information/reason. I’m really kinda superstitious…

Likes and Dislikes: I like practicing the languages I know, demonology, biology, genealogy, reading, museums, Victorian history, singing, alternative rock, and exploring my surroundings. A large portion of what I read/watch relates to the occult. Although I used to play the piano and was extremely talented, I still admire it and may want to get back into it in the future. I dislike storms, large bodies of water, and people who always turn disagreements into arguments.

Hobbies: Writing horror stories, DnD, reading, singing, listening to music, watching horror movies, and yoga. As an avid horror fan, animated movies are for sure a guilty pleasure of mine. Coco is 10/10 for a good cry.

Pets: I don’t have any pets, but I’m a massive cat person. I love all animals, although I just feel like cats and I get each other.

Type: In terms of physical appearance, I find many features attractive and don��t have a type. However, personality wise I can handle a lot in a partner/friend but not one who belittles others. I’m someone who can laugh at myself, so I appreciate when my partner/friends can do the same. This may be super basic, but I’m the kind of person who’s very supportive of their friends/partner and just wants that in return. Too many people I’ve met have tried to take advantage of that. Speaking of which, my ideal partner would need to have a backbone and healthy boundaries. I’m not usually romantically interested in people pleasers ^^’ (NSFW related) I much prefer being dominated and feeling out of control. I get stressed a lot, so giving someone control over me in the bedroom is *chefs kiss. I’m kinda kinky and also very vocal ^^’. I try to be as open as possible with my partner, especially when it comes to intimacy and welcome discussions about what we like/don’t like.

Love languages: words of affirmation and acts of service. I love cuddling and hugging but sometimes need my space. Same with spending time together, I love it but I need time to recharge, too. I don’t really like gifts just because I feel like I owe them. That being said, I will still appreciate and adore anything they give me. It’s sweet to know that they were thinking of me.

(HEY I AM ALIVE I SWEAR! I really hope you enjoy this and have a great day!)

I match you with..

Gojo Satoru

- He likes that you get easily flustered, often times he teases you.

- Always gives you the biggest hugs.

- One day he took your glasses and put them on then asked if he looked good in them (hopefully he didn’t break them)

- He’s great at acts of service. He loves taking you out places, he reassures you that you don’t owe him anything.

- When you two are watching horror movies together, he will try and startle you. If he succeeds, he will be laughing his ass off.

- Likes to jam out to music with you.

- He listens to you talk about demonology, he always says something like “Yeah I can defeat them in a fight.”

- If he’s scrolling through social media and finds a video about cats, he thinks of you and sends them to you. (Most of them will be funny videos, like cats attacking their owners)

- The first time he heard you sing he was like “I didn’t know you could sing” in a teasing way.

Armin Arlert

- He is glad that you love to seek out information because he can relate.

- He’s really good at words of affirmation. Ever feeling insecure about your relationship or other things? He’ll be right there ready to make those feelings disappear.

- Prefers horror stories over horror movies but he doesn’t mind watching them with you. He enjoys when you talk about the horror stories that you make.

- You two love to star gaze together, pointing out all the unique looking stars above you, listening to the sounds of nature and feeling the cool air.

- He likes to take you to museums, and even go somewhere new that you both never been to before.

- He would love to adopt a cat with you, but before that he wants to make sure that he’s prepared to take care of a cat (cause cats be wild sometimes-)

Masterlist

#jjk matchups #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #aot matchups #aot matchup #aot x reader #aot x y/n #armin arlert #armin x reader #armin x y/n

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romanarose · 2 years

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Leather and Lace: Chapter 8

Santiago "Pope" Garcia X Fem!OC

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Chapter summary: Santi makes his round of apologies. Later, Frankie has an emergency and Santi has to take Laci to Will's, where they go on their own adventure, and a new person is introduced.

A/N: I feel like the last chapter had everyone like that Micheal Scott meme "why are you the way that you are" so here, hope I fixed it. Not a whole lot of Santi Laci but next chapter will, promento. Not proof read bc this was LONG AS FUCK and if I look at it one more second I'm going to SCREAM!!!!!!

shout out to @welcometostayingawake ask and you shall recieve, here is Laci in Santi's shirt.

WARNINGS: Mentions of drug use, mentions of addiction and alcohalism, general fic related references to sex trafficking but nothing super bad.

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Santiago Garcia was woken up that morning to a cup of water being splashed on his face.

“Jesus Christ!” He sputtered awake, a wave of nausea over taking him before he could process who was in his house. Santi found a trash can at his feet, which he promptly threw up in. When he looked up, he found Will standing above him, arms crossed. “Jesus, Will, what the actual fuck.”

“Get up.” The older Miller stated simply.

“Why are you here?” Santi groaned out, head throbbing from his hangover.

“I have a key and your home security info for a reason.” Will practically pulled Santi’s smaller body up, pulling him to the bathroom.

“Yeah, for emergencies. What are you doing?”

Will dragged him to the bathroom, turning on he shower. “You’re trying to ruin the one good thing in your life, that’s enough of an emergency for me” He pushed Pope, fully clothed, into the shower.

“What the fuck!” He shouted as the water drenched his clothes for the second time in the last 24 hours.

Will walked out of the bathroom, calling to his friend. “You have 15 minutes. Get showered, get dressed, sober up, then we’re going to Ben’s, and you're going to make this shit right.”

Santi pouted the entire ride over. “How much did Ben tell you?”

Scoffing, Will couldn’t help smile a bit despite his irritation. “It’s Benny, he can’t keep a secret to save his life.” But he turned to Pope with a frown. “He told me the shit you said.”

He groaned. “Which time.”

“Well,” Will started sardonically. “There's the fact Laci had the courage to not only talk to you but to call you out, and you shut her down in possibly the cruelest way I can imagine, and I can imagine a lot”

A pang of guilt and shame shot through him. “Yeah. Yeah there's that.” Santi remembered the strangled smile that fell from her face when he said that to her. He had been so happy, thrilled even, with how freely she had been speaking that day, and the words he chose were almost certainly going to undo every piece of progress they made, and possibly fuck up whatever it is they had forever. He would understand if she never wanted to talk to him again.

“And then,” Will didn’t stop. “Then there’s the shit you said to Benny.”

Santiago flopped his head back to the headrest of Will’s truck. “Will, I’m sorry-”

“Don’t say to me, say sorry to Ben.”

A pause. “You’re not going to beat me up?” Santi joked wryly.

Will laughed back, pulling into Benny’s driveway. “No, I’m not going to beat you up. But,” He turned off the roaring engine, giving him a serious look. “You need to make this right. Listen. Maybe we’re done in the field, maybe our days as a team are done and everyone is moving on with our lives.”

“Will-”

“But I need us to stay connected. You and Frankie don’t have family, Ben and I just got our mom and piece of shit dad left, and y’all know how bad that bastard fucked up Ben.”

Santi did know. The Miller’s dad was alcoholic fucker who beat the shit out of their mom and the boys. Santi knew that Benjamin’s drinking and fighting started long before the shit he’d seen in the military. But he also knew what Will refused to acknowledge, that Will took the brunt of the beatings to protect Benny and Mrs. Miller. He knew that Will held a lot of guilt for all the times he couldn’t deflect his dad’s anger away from his baby brother. Will would never admit to any of that.

Will continued. “We are what we got. And I have… I have a hope that in the future, we’re still all together, still friends, even if our paths go separately. And I’m hoping Laci will be a part of that.”

Santi nodded. “I’ll make this right, I promise” They knocked on the door, Ben answered. Santi had expected him to slam the door on him, curse him out, maybe swing on him. But Ben greeted him and his brother with a smile. “C’mon in.” he turned to Will. “Grab a beer, I’ll meet you in the yard” then back to Santi. “Listen, she’s ready to talk, I wouldn’t let you in here if she wasn’t.” Benny nodded towards where the top of Laci’s blonde head over the couch on the other side of the house, out of earshot but actually aware of him. “I’m not gonna tell you how to live your life, but that girl is in love with you, and I’ve seen the way you look at her. We all have. Just… she could make you happy, if you let her.”

Santi shuffled, hand rubbing the scruff of his neck. “I know. I’m worried about hurting her-”

“Oh, I call bullshit. You’re worried you’ll get hurt the way me, Will, Fish and Tom have. You’re the only one who has avoided it this far. But if you let that girl walk away, I’m willing to bet it’s gonna hurt just as bad. There’s no avoiding it now., which maybe isn't what you want to hear, but it's the truth."

Santi nodded, patting Ben’s back as he walked past Ben to get to her. Before he took more than a few steps, he turned back to his friend. “I’ll talk to you in a bit, okay?”

Benny surprised him with a bright smile. “After last night, I sure hope so.”

Again, Santi nodded and made his way to her. When he rounded the corner of the couch, she was shitting with her arms crossed, legs tucked between her and the cushion. Laci avoided his eyes, a sadness on her face he hadn’t seen since they were alone in the jungle.

“Hey Lace.” He greeted tentatively, standing in front of her with his hands in his pockets to avoid wringing them in nervousness.

She continued looking at the tv, but motioned for him to sit. Santi practically scrambled to the other end of the couch.

Turning to face him, her feet on the couch pointed to him with her arms crossed, but nevertheless meeting his eyes. A pregnant silence surrounded them, Santiago trying to figure out where to start. Laci raised her eyebrows, waving her hand at him. ‘Well, go on then.’ Santiago thought back to the previous day, how easily she talked to him, and now she was closed off again, relying once more on reading her face and body language.

“Lace I’m so sorry” He burst out in one breath.

Her face softened a bit, but prompted him to go on. “I don’t really have a good reason, but I panicked. I’ve never been in a serious relationship, never been in love.”

She rolled her eyes.

His foot began tapping on the floor. “I know it’s a cliche, but it’s true. And I was worried, I don’t want to fuck you up, I couldn’t forgive myself if I hurt you.

She gave him a dry laugh.

“Well, hurt you more. Not after everything you’ve been through.”

Laci pointed to herself and shook her head, then motioned like she was rocking a baby. ‘I am not a child’

Santi sat back against the couch. “I know. I’m sorry for treating you like one. I was trying to be careful but I think, and I can’t believe I’m saying this.” The smallest smile quipping up on his lips. “But Benny was right. I should be supporting you, not keeping you locked up”

Santi watched her face, for a moment there was no reaction. Then, thankfully, she let out a snicker.

Pope’s smile broadened. “Don’t tell him I said that.”

Out of nowhere she spoke again with a light smile, much to Santi’s relief. “After the shit you said, I’m definitely telling him.”

Santi dodged her eyes, but nodded.

She continued. “He’s just my friend, Santi. I love you.”

Quickly looking back at her with wide eyes, he barely whispered out, so quiet and nervous Laci almost didn’t hear him. “Still?”

Her shoulders and face fell at that. Crawling along the couch, she sat again facing him and taking his hands in hers. “I told you I love you, that doesn’t change after one fight… right?” Her voice trailed off, face faltering a bit as she looked at him with concern.

“No” Santi breathed out, sitting up and taking her face in his as as he moved to kiss her, waiting until he saw the smile on her face return to close the gap. His lips on hers, he couldn’t help but think how right it felt, how this was what he wanted. Out in the open, where Will or Ben or anyone could see them, away from the cover of midnight. As much as he cherished the nights they spent together, there was something different about it being open. Santi was well aware there wasn’t much of a secret with them between the guys, he had admitted his feelings to them before. But now, he no longer had to lie to them, to her, to himself.

When she pulled away, Laci touched her forehead to his. “Santi…”

A quick kiss on the lips. “Yes, Munequi- uh” He stopped himself, calling her little doll felt wrong after Benny’s comments and the accusation of her infantizing her.

She returned the quick kiss and laughed a bit, returning her forehead to his, still holding his hand. “You can call me Munequita, baby, I like that.”

“Okay” he grinned at her, unable to take his eyes off her.

“You need to apologize to Benny.”

Santi couldn’t help the small sigh that escaped him. “Yeah, I know. I will. I promise to do better, whatever you need, even if it's space, you can tell me. I want what you want."

When he found Ben and Will outside, he nodded at Will, letting him know things were right between him and Laci. Will walked inside to join Laci, doing the ‘I’m watching you’ motion, leaving Benny and Santi outside.

Santi started. “I’m sorry, Ben. I was an asshole-”

“Tu eres pendejo” Benny said with a cocked eyebrow and a slight smile. He didn’t hold a grudge.

Santi laughed back. “Frankie teach you that?”

Benny took a drink of his beer. “Hey, I can speak some Spanish. I learned the important parts.” A pause. “And it’s okay, we don’t have to talk about it more. An apology is more than I think anyone but her has gotten from you. You two good?” He nodded through the plexiglass to where they could see Will beguiling Laci with some story.

Santi turned back, smiling. “Yeah, yeah we’re great.”

Benny grinned at that. “Oh thank god. I think if you guys broke up, we’d all just give up on love forever, it would be more devastating than Taylor Swift and Harry Styles.”

Santi blushed, looking away but grabbing Ben’s beer from his hand and taking a drink.

After a pause, Benny added. “There’s not, and there never was anything with us, just friends.”

“I know-”

“I’m talking to someone” Ben spit out, body buzzing from not being able to keep the secret.

Santi’s ears perked up at this. Benny had a lot of people he fucked, very few people he ever talked to outside of a little flirting before hooking up. “Oh? Who is she? Or he! Or… they… or…”

Ben burst out laughing at Santiago’s awkwardness. “I appreciate you trying."

Santi threw up his hands. “I’m sorry! After what I said, I don’t want you to think I’m-”

“I don’t.” Ben reassured with a smile. “And it’s a she. She’s a she. Don’t tell Will, I’m not sure where this is going yet.”

Nodding, Santi finished the beer and motioned Will and Santi to come outside. “I won’t”

That night, they went to bed separately, Santi not wanting to rush or push her. As much as Pope was beyond thrilled that they were together (is he supposed to ask to make it official? Is he her boyfriend? Maybe he should take her on a proper date now…) the fact of the matter is that she was a victim of sex trafficking and had eluded to other problems in her past, he would wait as long as he needed to in order for their first time to be to her complete comfort and enjoyment.

When Laci gasped awake in the middle of the night to Santi turning her bedroom flights on. Santi never entered her room unless it was an emergency. Oh shit. “What’s wrong?” She cleared and focused her eyes to see Santi on the phone, face panicked.

“Laci, we gotta-” he stopped, glancing at her. “Are you… is that my shirt?”

Laci looked down, heart pounding in a panic. She had on Santi’s green long sleeve that he gave her their first night in the jungle. He never had asked for it back and she just… held onto it. “Yeah, sometimes I wear it when… if I’m nervous. Sorry.” she began to take it off.

Despite the anxiety flowing through his veins, he still felt his heart flutter. He never had gotten butterflies before her. “No, no” A slight smile spread on his face. “Keep it.” His smile faded. “We do need to go. I’m taking you to Will’s”

A range of negative emotions flooded Laci’s face. “What’s wrong? What’s happening?”

‘Is she going to be okay? I know she’s only ever been alone with you or Benny’ Jana, Frankies’s babymomma, asked on the phone.

“She’ll be okay” He looked to Laci. “You’ll be okay with Will, right?”

Laci frowned deeply as she crawled out of bed, but nodded, trying to put on a brave face, but Santi could read her like a book.

“I’m sorry, Lace, there’s an emergency and I can’t take you with me.” Jesus christ, she was in her underwear, straps of the tank top peeking out from the collar of his shirt that practically swallowed her tiny frame up. Santi wondered if she was always underweight, if she had high metabolism or if she had eating problems way before she was starved. His eyes followed her as she went to her drawer to pull on pants, but looked away when she bent over and he caught a peak of her pink underwear.

“Can’t I come?” She always came with him. Where he went, she followed.

“Not this time, munequita.” Santi was apologetic. Jana had called Santi. Her and Rosie were on a trip to her parents, but Frankie had gone on a bender, showing up on her front porch. They weren’t home, but Jana got the alert on her phone from the home security that Frankie, ironically, insisted on getting for her and paying for.

“Benny?” She and Santi walked out to the foyette where she put on her shoes and Santi grabbed his keys.

Santi talked into the phone again. “What’s he doing?”

‘He’s still just on the porch, yelling’ Jana and Frankie were together for years, but after Columbia his drug use got much, much worse, and Jana ended things, taking Rosa.

“I’ll be there soon, please don’t hang up” Santi was pretty sure they had never fallen out of love, and held out hope that If Frankie could get sober, they’d get back together. He liked Jana, he missed her. She was there for him after Fatima’s death, even agreeing to name her and Santi’s daughter after her. She fit in well with them. But right now his focus was on Frankie, who was high as shit and would only end this night hurting himself in some way or getting arrested.

‘I won’t, I promise’

Back to Laci. “I’m sorry, I tried calling Ben but he didn’t answer, Will says he probably went out tonight” and was probably halfway to blacking out or getting in a fist fight by now.

‘You can tell her, she deserves to know what’s happening’

They climbed into Santi’s truck and immediately drove to Will’s house which was a 5 minute drive. “Listen, I can’t tell you everything right now, but Frankie is in trouble, I need to help him.” Santi’s hands and voice were shaking. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I have to leave you and I’m sorry if I scared you-”

Laci scooted over, placing his hand on Santi’s knee reassuringly. “It’s okay. I trust you and I trust Will. You need to help Frankie.” Laci didn’t ask what was wrong; Frankie never pushed her for answers. He deserved his privacy. Santi visibly calmed to her touch.

When they arrived, Will was waiting on the porch in the warm Florida early summer night, and jogged up to her door. Santi squeezed her hand. “I’m sorry, but I’m on a time crunch. I’ll text you later but please try and sleep”

Laci had no idea how she was supposed to sleep after this.

Will opened her door.

Laci gave Santi a quick peck on the cheek. “Be safe” and left Santi to do what he had to as Will coaxed her inside. When they stepped in the living room, he was noticeably nervous. “Hey, I’m sorry, I know this isn’t exactly ideal”

“Is Benny okay?” Laci stood with arms crossed, despite it being plenty warm inside.

Will laughed at that, blue eyes bright despite his clear irritation. “Damned if I know. I didn’t even know he went out tonight, but I shouldn’t be surprised. 50/50 chance I’ll get a call from him asking me to bail him out of jail. Again.” He walked her over to his spare bedroom. “You can stay in here. It’s a bit of a mess, Ben usually stays there and you know how he is.”

“Can I… stay on the couch? I’m not going to sleep much tonight so I might just watch tv, at least until I fall asleep.”

He squinted his eyes a bit. “The bedroom door locks, I can’t lock my room from the outside.”

Laci paused for a moment, confused. “Oh! No, I don’t need to lock the door, Will, I trust you.” She realized what he was getting at. He wanted her to feel safe and he didn’t think she felt safe around him.

Now that was enough to melt the 6’1 giant of a man’s heart. ”Okay, then yeah, tv is fine.”

She sat down. “Does Ben get arrested a lot?” Will rounded the couch to sit at the opposite end as Laci pulled up Archer.

Will couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Yeah, about every other weekend. Sometimes weekdays. Isuslly me or Santi go with him but… yeah”

A crease appeared between her eye brows and her lips pressed into a pout. Santi didn’t go with him because he was stuck with her. “How is he not in prison?”

“Miss, ‘round here, if you get in a bar fight they just lock you up for the night and let you lose with the world’s worst hangover when you’re sober enough to walk home.”

Another pause. “Why does he get into so many fights? He’s so nice. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone easier to get along with”

Will’s playful mood faded out. “That’s sober Benny. Drunk Benny is a bit more combative. He’s not mean, but he’ll look for a reason to fight.”

Surprisingly, Laci kept going. “Why does he drink like that?”

“Sweetheart.” Will sighed. “We all got our shit that gets us through the day. After all the shit we’ve seen, everyone needs something, a way to cope. You’re in therapy, you’re doing it right. Benny has the drinking and fighting, Fish has the coke.” Laci’s eyes widened at that. Ah, so she didn’t know that about Frankie.

“That’s where Santi is, right? Did Frankie overdose?!”

The panic was evident in her voice, but even without that, he could tell by the rapid rise of her chest- wait, wasn’t that Santi’s shirt? “No! No, sweetheart he’s fine. He’s just having an episode, Santi needed to be with him to keep him safe.” A knot twisted in Will’s stomach. It was understood that Frankie was Santi’s, Ben was his. It wasn’t often that he had to think about Frankie’s addiction, but tonight was different, tonight the problem was clear an evident; there would be no other reason for Santi to drop his precious… girlfriend? Are they actually dating now? His precious girlfriend who was always so nervous about everything, drop her off with him, of all people. It had been months since Will had been a dick to her, but Will didn’t forget, Laci wouldn’t forget, and he knew a small part of Santi would never forgive.

Laci relaxed a bit. “Do you know where Benny is it?”

Nodding, Will pulled out his phone. “He shares his location with me.”

“Can we… can we get him? Before he gets in a fight?”

Will gave a short chuckle. “I think Santi would kill me if she left the house.”

Laci shot him a pointed look, but with a smile. “I’m not his little captive, Will, I can go where I want.”

A hearty laugh escaped him, slapping his knees before standing up. “You’re right sweetheart, you’re not. C’mon, let’s go rescue that dumbass”

Laci lightly smacked his arm, but they headed out. 15 minutes later, they were walking in the bar. Will had tried to get her to stay in the car, but she insisted she felt safer with Will.

“OH MY GOD! LACI! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!” Benny was practically screaming as he hugged Laci, spinning her around.

Will spoke first. “We’re here to bring you back so I don’t gotta pick you up at 6 am.”

“UUUGGHHH” Ben rolled his head as me groaned. “I’m fine, William” Ben emphasized his brother's full name, much to Will's chagrin.

“Benny” Laci put his hand on his arm. “Can we go home so I don’t have to worry about you?”

Ben looked down at his friend, her wide blue eyes compelling him. He was a foot taller than her at least, and she really knew how to work that pretty, innocent thing she had going on. Even without the sexual or romantic attraction, Benny would do just about anything for her if she gave him that look. “You’re gonna have me whipped just like Santi” he grumbled, throwing money at the bartender.

Laci smiled, taking his hand and the three of them began walking out.

Until Laci passed a man sitting at the barstool, facing out. Her body lurched, hand squeezing him tight enough to break a bone.

“What was that?” Benny asked, but Laci was frozen, eyes wide with terror

“Laci?” Will asked, trying to get her attention. He looked at the man, then back to her. “He touch you?”

Laci, despite everything, gave a small nod, then tugged at Ben’s hand. She wanted to leave.

But before Will could stop him, Benny had flung towards the man. “You fucker!” he shouted, landing an aggressive punch that knocked him off his seat. The fight that ensued was a mess, Will could hardly keep track of what was happening. Laci clung to him, and he wrapped his arms around her. He wanted to step in, wanted to break up the fight the way he usually did, but he couldn’t leave her.

But she, apparently, could leave him.

Beny was getting his fucking shit rocked. The man had folded him, bringing him to the floor and climbing on top, laying punch after punch after punch on Benny’s blood covered face, Ben kicking and flailing.

Laci couldn’t sit there and watch it. Despite what everyone around her seemed to think, she wasn’t innocent, she wasn’t pathetic, and this was not the first fight she’d witnessed. She charged at the man, his unprepared frame falling over in exhaustion at the force. Benny, however, didn’t register any of this, as was still in fight mode. Eyes closed, he sent a punch to where he thought the man still was, punching Laci with a pathetic weakness in the nose.

“FUCK!” she fell back, holding her nose.

“BEN WHAT THE SHIT!” Will ran over to her. “Let me see.” He brought her hands down, revealing the blood lightly dripping from her nose. It wasn’t a much, looked worse than it was.

The bartender threw two ice packs at Will. “Get him out of here, now, or I’m calling the police.” He turned to Benny, who was still getting his bearings. “You’re 86’d, asshole. I’m sick of you.”

“But he groped her!” Benny defended himself.

“And you punched a 5 foot girl who weighs 100 pounds.”

“On accident!”

“OUT!”

Will held Laci up, handing her ice, and yanked Benny up “Ben, now”

The walk back to the truck was a long one, a litany of apologies spilling from Benny’s lips as Laci ignored him, storming away. When they got in the truck, Benny moaned in the back. “Pope’s gonna murder me!”

Laci sighed, taking mercy on the man who had become her best friend and pushing back the anger once again “No he won’t, we won’t tell him.”

Benny perked up immediately. “Really?”

“Yes, Ben” She smiled at him in the backseat. “You got beat up trying to defend me, let’s call it even” Will muttered about not encouraging him, but it was only half hearted.

If Laci wasn’t sitting, she would have been knocked over by the force of Benny’s hug.

Upon Laci’s insistence, Will took Ben to the ER.

“Oh hey Loralei!” Ben called drunkenly to the ER nurse he recognized.

Laci trained behind the Miller’s, having cleaned up her face. Will half carried a drunk and beat up Benny.

The dark haired nurse looked up from the chart she was holding, giving Benny an almost motherly look. “Benjamin Miller. Again.”

Benny shrugged with a cheeky grin. Will didn’t recognize her, but it seemed Benny was frequent enough of a ER flyer to know the nurses.

“What is it this time?” she asked.

Will took over. “This dumbass got into a fight and we need to make sure he isn’t concussed." Will’s free hand smacked Benny.

“Hey!” The nurse snapped at him. “Don’t hit my patients.” She ordered, voice firm but calm as she motioned for a wheelchair

“It’s okay” he chuckled out. “He’s my brother.”

“I didn’t ask. He’s my patient, this is my hospital, behave or leave.”

Will raised his hands in defeat. “Yes ma’am” There was no playfulness or condescension in his tone, just respect.

She nodded, then turned to the other nurse. “Get him a scan, make sure he somehow avoided traumatic brain injury again.”

Benny looked up at the new nurse as she wheeled him away. “Hey Amy, how’s the baby”

Will called after him. “Ben no flirting with the nurses!” Then looked over to see the nurse glaring at him for yelling. “Oh sorry.” He extended his hand. “William Miller”

She gave a quick shake. “Lorelei” Then walked to Laci. “What happened to you?”

There was still some blood around Laci’s nose. Laci felt the familiar sense of things folding in, her mouth unable to form the words she needed.

Loralei continued, motioning her thumb back towards where Benny went. “You guys get in a fight? “

Will leaned in. “Actually, she got in the middle of another fight-”

She simply held a hand up to him. “I wasn’t asking you.” Her intense gaze was focused on Laci, her tone was soft. She reminded him of Santi in a way.

Laci shook her head.

Will tried again. “She has-”

With the wild eyes of a nurse who's seen it all and the intensity of a woman tired of men not listening, she turned to him. “William, I’m going to need you to step back, please.”

Will opened his mouth to argue, but closed it when he decided better. He turned to Laci. “Use your notes app, I’ll be over here.” With a soft smile to Laci and a nod to Lorelei, he walked away.

Lorelei turned back to Laci. “Hey honey, everything okay?” The irony of it wasn't lost on Laci, she was safer with the Millers, Frankie and Santi than she had been with anyone since her brothers death.

Laci took a moment to type. ‘I have trouble talking sometimes. Ben and Will are my friends.’

Lorelei nodded, but continued. “Did one of them hit you?”

Laci considered lying, but opted for the truth. ‘Kinda. Benny got in a fight and I tried to stop him, he accidentally hit me. That’s it.’

Lorelei scanned Laci’s face for a lie, but found none. She nodded, beckoning Will back over. “Wait out here, fill out these forms, he’ll be done soon” She began to walk away.

Will cleared his throat. When Lorelei turned back to him, she was greeted with a cheeky smile. “Yes?” She asked.

Will raised an eyebrow at her. “Well?”

She smiled back, but put her hands on her hips, challenging him. “Well what?”

At that, Will scoffed, still keeping his smile despite his mock offense. “Well?! You basically accused me of hitting her, and I didn’t.”

Lorelei's smile was a challenge, ‘keep going’ it said ‘I’m not backing down’ “I won’t apologize for seeing clues and being suspicious. You work in my line of work for one week, you’d do the same. I’ll talk to you when your brother is discharged.” She walked off.

Will couldn’t help hoping she’d come back.

Him and Laci sat down in the waiting room in silence until a ding it Laci’s phone. It was Santi.

Santiago: Frankie is okay, we’re at his place, he's sleeping, but I can’t leave him. I hope you’re asleep, but I know you probably aren’t.”

Lacina: I’m glad he’s okay. I’m fine here, stay with Frankie. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.

Santiago: I love you, Lace. I’m lucky to have you.

Lacina: I love you too, Santi. Stay safe.

It dawned on Laci that Santi had her location, as she did his. He had no reason to doubt where she was, but he hoped she wouldn’t look. Benny and Santi just made up after weeks of tension, she didn’t need Santi acting up because Benny accidentally hit her Laci knew the irony of telling him to stay safe considering she got decked. She relayed the message to Will, then rested against his shoulder. “Hey Will?”

“What’s up.”

“You said you all have ways you manage things. Ben had drinking and Frankie has coke.”

“Yeah?”

“What’s your thing?”

Will huffed out a laugh. “You’ve seen part of it.” She looked up at him confused. He continued. “I was a complete ass to you. Made you feel like shit when you did nothing wrong. I tend to have outbursts like that. I ever tell you I was engaged?” Laci shook her head. “Yeah, years ago. It ended because I went ape shit on a guy in a grocery store. I have a few vices. Drinking, being an ass, fights, the list goes on. Jack of all trades I supposed. I’m not any better than Benny or Frankie.” Why was she asking this?

“And… Santi?”

There it was. What Will did not want was to get in the middle of them, and he especially didn’t want to inadvertently mess up what they had. “Projects. It’s always something. Work, house renovations, drug lord bust. He always needs something to focus on until the next thing comes along. And alcohol. We all drink a bit too much.”

Things were quiet for a moment before Laci replied. “Am I his project?”

Will sat up, forcing Laci to sit up as she was resting on him. “No! Oh my god, no. You are…” He shook his head. “You are, wow, I’ve never seen him like this with anyone before. He loves you.”

Laci laid back down, but she wasn’t convinced.

‘He always needs something to focus on until the next thing comes along’

If she was a project, how long until the next thing comes?

Benny was fine, but under strict order to drink water and to ‘stop fucking around, before you find out’ according to the nurse. Will took them both home, putting Benny in his usual bed as Laci insisted she wasn’t going to sleep. That morning, Santi let himself into Will’s house. He found the house quiet, and Laci, predictably, asleep on the couch. He knelt down beside her, taking a minute or two to watch her. It was rare he could see her like this; calm, peaceful, in the daylight. He hoped, as they progressed, he could wake up to this sight every morning for the rest of his life.

She was incredible. The light shone on her face, a light flush of pink on her face and her under-eyes ever so slightly dark from lack of sleep. Wisps of her long bangs covered her face, and he brushed them back, revealing the scar on her forehead. Laci stirred, waking up. “Hey Munequita.”

Without even opening her eyes, she smiled at the sound of his voice. “Hey baby.”

Baby. He could get used to that. “You alright? Everything go okay?”

She was… so tired. Laci reached out for him as she nodded. “Yeah. Can you lay with me? I don’t wanna get up yet.”

He smiled at her in adoration. “Yeah, scoot over honey.”

With a satisfied grin, she scooted back. “C’mere, I wanna hold you. I get to be the big spoon.”

Santi laughed out loud, but then realized she was serious. “Really?”

“Yeah, wanna hold you. You had a long night, wanna make sure you’re okay.”

Santi was in no position to deny her. He was exhausted, he was sad, he was hurt. He had never seen Frankie that bad before, it worried him. The idea of being held was appealing. Santi laid down, back against her chest as she wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled her face into his hair and neck. “Good night Santi” She spoke, despite the bright morning sun shining in.

“Good night, Lace.” With her arms around him, he felt comfortable, warm and safe with her.

When Will woke up an hour later, he found his friend on his couch with a tiny blonde clutched to his back like a backpack.

“Not a word” Santi muttered.

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I HOPE YA'LL LIKED IT!!!!

A lil announcement for those who didn't see my post, after leather and lace ends (chapter 12 is the last!) the universe will continue in the form of a Will Miller fic! Although Santi and Laci's story will be on the back end, Laci will make appearances throughout Will's fic and we'll get to see how Laci grows! Hope y'all tune in for Piece by Piece!

Also, come back out Seattle, my Marc Spector story!

Love y'all! Please remember to reblog if you are so inclined, and comments mean the world to me, i literally reread them all the time. I'm so glad everyone has come to love Laci as much as I have, and I really hope this chapter showcases more of her personality now that she talks more! Also, I hope you like Lorelei, bc she maaaaaaayy or may not show up in this universe again

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tutuandscoot · 1 year

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What are some of your favorite quips/jokes that vm have made, in interviews or otherwise. I don’t know it verbatim but I love that pyc one - interviewer: is this the greatest ending to a love story? T: well my character dies at the end so I hope not! or when vm did commentary at the 2022 olys - interviewer: you guys are just bouncing off of each other! S: we’ve met 🤭

Haha yes I love that first one! I love when T is sassy and has no time for peoples… not ‘shit’ in all cases- like this wasn’t BS but when she has good, harmless clap backs.

I actually didn’t know about that second one from them commentating! That’s adorable 😭

-I love when they play the newlywed game in that skate canada package and T kinda spit takes/snorts out a laugh when he says ‘that’s what I usually do when people have a phobia is tend not to believe them’

Also in the newlywed game:

-when he has to write T’s bday and pretends not to know it and then says ‘of course I’m right’

- ‘I can write this with one hand’. ‘With one hand as opposed to two?’

-Basically the entire newlywed game removed from the ‘sleep habits’ bit which people can’t seem to get over which I could give plenty of normal explanations for other than it was just a fkn joke.

- when they are doing a little sit down interview with fans and one of the questions is ‘did you ever have to skate a program you did not like’ and they say ‘Maleguenia’ (spelling 🥴) and at the end of the answer Scott kinda emotionless/straight faces ‘but we won. 😑We won junior worlds😑’. x

-This entire video

- ‘that’s our biggest goal. And maybe to open Tessa’s left eye’ x

-It’s wordless (at least from the pov of the camera) but during a practice at nationals in 2017 (practicing Prince) they finish with their hands up and they quickly kinda bounce their hands down and look at each other like they’re flirting and T kinda shoos him/pretends to hit him and she turns away and he takes her hands from behind her back and throws them apart.. there may have been a joke said or if not just looking at each other they know what the joke is and that was the physical reaction to it.

-Scott making fun of Tessa for telling some snotty kid off when they were kids training in Detroit x (T’s face is priceless at Scott imitating her).

-Even though is a bit deeper Scott basically saying to Tessa’s face that she’s a blessing to him, then followed it up with ‘don’t tell her that’- the way it makes T super (subtly) emotional then with that quip she cracks up (into the sweetest little giggle). x

-When they do their evening news sit down interview leading up to the olys and they are talking about how their biggest fear is letting each other down- same thing as above he gets her kinda in the moment- her listening to him say that and feeling the exact same way, then it breaks her when he says jokingly ‘I don’t see that happening, do you’, and she responds “never, no you couldn’t”. 😭😭😭 x

-T retelling what Scott said to her before their SD in Sochi- the ‘no matter what…’ line and he follows up with jokingly saying T gets super sentimental before they skate and that makes her laugh- if I were to put on my faux-psychologist hat for a moment I’d say that was him covering for his emotions with humour. x

Basically anytime they take the shit out of each other bc they both have such wonderful senses of humour and don’t take themselves too seriously and bc they basically speak their own language they react to things that are so specific and only the two of them understand. The level of trust and knowing of each other (not to get too deep on a post about quips) but that allows them to be so….. free with each other (in all senses) but in this sense knowing what not to step on in terms of insecurities and sensitive points they would never publicly share or foil each other’s personality for the sake of a joke. And just in general their rapport- how they bounce off each other is mesmerising 💖

-Oh and of course Scott saying ‘we’re second’ at the end of the FD competition in 2010 and then essentially tackling her in a hug.

There’s so many more but I’d be writing a book here if I listed them all.

#y’all tell me what your have VM quips/moments are

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hanarchy · 4 months

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ooooh i promised @wantbytaemin a post about hanji covers (not that you asked, i just want to talk about it more) and i just came back from listening to your suggestions several times and i have sooooooo much to say ok, so little numbered list again for ease bc i cant shut up to save my LIFE.

Here’s some wishes I would have for jisung if he listened to me

1. Straightforward/Live/Acoustic Instrumental music with some VOCALS!!

This is why i have my country girl agenda, like why i picked kacey musgraves. I love the tinyy snippets we have gotten of him just singing over guitar. The softness, and yes as you mentioned!! The emotionality he can put in his voice!! I would love to hear more of that. Just quiet, no electronic beats, not the usual slightly overproduced instrumentals he gravitates to, I want to HEAR his voice even when its quiet. acoustic, stripped. like fast car, absolutely.

I would just love more rock, more guitars, more real drums (FREE ME FROM THE KPOP DRUM MACHINE). This is why like. arctic monkeys are appealing to me. they have three instruments and alex turner pretending to be cool and the tension in a song like ‘do me favour’ is so thick. Would do Jisung amazing BUT. you’re SO right that he could also build that emotional tension that carrie underwood does on this with his voice (btw hearing this again after years made me listen to shania again, which, fun fact: first album i ever bought with my own money was shania twain ‘up!’) if he just WANTED. I hope he practices more, i hope he collabs with day6 or xdinary heroes. he has the bands IN HOUSE!!

2. More production experiments but specifically more stripped back beats and funkier basslines (and real drums but whatever).

Now this one he is on the way to himself I think.

His production sensibilities are just very pop-focused and i respect it and understand why and I also don’t have the terminology or knowledge to explain what makes both the brent faiyaz song you suggested and the internet different but like. He demonstrated on 1,2,3,4,5 and on Run what that could sound like for him. Those are maybe my favorite hanpop songs so far and i desperately want him to explore this direction more. The vocals on run are so good, relaxed, laid back, the change between lower register and high parts. Now the next thing he should do is make a song with a rap part that offers a nice contrast. Rhythmic, strong, kinda takes you out of it and then plunges ur head back under water. Or if it’s something more melodic, make it airier, more ethereal, more surreal. Like fka twigs yess exactly. nebula by cifika is different vibe but also so atmospheric and a bit otherworldly.

I also think this niche of rnb has become the sound of situationships and messy breakups and i loooove that for him because he occupies that in-between of love and hate so well. resentment, anxiety, uncertainty and yes. pettiness. Which brings me to my next and biggest point.

3. Explore more uncomfortable and ugly feelings.

Listen. This may be the parasocial relationship speaking but I know that kid has some powerful perfectionism and jealousy going on. There’s a self-hatred and a desperation there that, if he were to explore it, would make him unstoppable imo. Now I absolutely understand why his position and his genre make this impossible and I am absolutely open to having a discussion about whether artists are really obliged to share everything or not.

Like this is gonna sound negative to the average kpop stan but i KNOW he is a judgmental little dick. I know he has an ego that is barelyyyy being kept in check (by his own limitations and working in a group) but is also just kind of explosive and i KNOW he knows exactly how good he is but being anything other than humble and only boasting in the context of largely meaningless skz title tracks (im sorry but they havent made a title with an emotion other than ‘look at us being so great at doing our own thing’ since like… idk. levanter. many of them are bangers regardless but explorations of real emotions they are not.) is just not acceptable. This is why i bring up that pettiness so much (lol) bc its the hint of like. an unpleasant emotion that (record execs think) doesn’t sell to teenage girls.

Don’t get me wrong, the anxiety and the romanticism and the fear and the love are all real emotions too - many of them uncomfortable - and he has built and recorded great songs around them. I’m not calling him emotionally dishonest. But they’re emotions that are acceptable for a boygroup member to have publicly. Stuff like Paramore (i dont actually know their discography very well so your input was MUCH appreciated and i agree wholeheartedly) or the way alex turner or julian casablancas write unfavorably about women while it’s extremely clear that the only reason it’s unfavorable is because of their own shortcomings and smallmindedness and self-obsession is something that would simply not be allowed of a man that is being marketed by a kpop company. And yes i do believe it’s uncomfortable for him to explore publicly and there may very well be many other reaons and cultural barriers that i do not understand but this is my wishlist so it has to work with my limitations.

And well anyway I know I’ll never get it but i would just enjoy him leaning into that. Doing some introspection and some scary shit. I think it would be transcendent.

little tangent: (I love bands like hole and sleater kinney and bikini kill because theyre unapolgetic angry women but ironically i used to love kanye west for the same (not exactly but very similar because he was extremely unapologetic in his own confidence and ability and his personality in an industry that didnt want it at first) reason kfkfkdk. hes not ok to listen to anymore and frankly i dont like talking about him and the women in these bands would crucify me for putting him in the same sentence probably. But what they have in common is that they publicly explored and explore emotions that society thinks unacceptable. (If you ever want to hear an EXTREMELY intelligent analysis of kanye and his career, FD Signifier has two incredible videos on youtube that go so deep into like… pop culture, hip hop culture, black masculinity, mental health… just music history. cant recommend them enough))

4. storytelling

listen. what i look for in a songwriter i become obsessed with is so simple: emotionally honest to the point of personal detriment, tells a good story, self-obsessed in a self-hating way, driven by love and the belief in beauty and magic underneath it all and a good hook every now and again. jisung checks most of these boxes and i think tbh he could just learn a lot from country musicians or people like tracy chapman or bruce springsteen or leonard cohen etc etc etc

like do NOT get me wrong i dont think hes bad at it and i also think its likely there are many korean songwriters better suited but due to my personal mental illness this is just sth i think about a lot. what jisungs version of like… Johnny 99 would sound like…

#long post #listen ana i am SO sorry #but there u go #and everyone else has to read it too now 🤷🏻‍♀️#bro and i gotta reblog this in a sec to tag it properly #and when we both roll up with our soyeon comeback powerpoint for jisungs solo debut

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