#but like.... free games with my cereal breakfast....

[catmemey]

remember when they put CDs in cereal boxes and you could get a cool game? really fuckin miss that.

[falesten-iw]

It’s strange when “democracy” means people have to choose between Ivanka’s dad and Ella’s mom, as if that’s supposed to feel empowering. Sure, two bad options don’t feel great, but hey, at least there are options. In some countries, you’d be lucky to get even one choice. And in others? They don’t get elections at all, just a permanent leader who shows up like it’s just another day on the clock. But here democracy feels like a two for one special with a free side of disappointment.

Now that Ivanka’s dad has won. Yes Yes my friend !! Abo Ivanka has won!! And here we are, looking at this system and thinking, “Was this even a choice?” It’s like being asked to pick between plain oatmeal and soggy cereal for breakfast. Sure, it’s technically a choice, but nobody’s excited about it. The two main parties hog the spotlight so completely, they’ve turned “options” into a choice between “slightly bad” and “absolutely dreadful.” And heaven forbid a third-party voice shows up, because here, you need a 50% popularity rating just to get a seat at the grown-ups’ table.

By now, picking a president feels like choosing between the flu and food poisoning. The two big parties are so close in their love for big donors, it’s like watching rival soap operas funded by the same network. We call it “democracy,” but it feels like a rigged game, with mega-donors pulling the strings while the rest of us are just the audience, sitting here with popcorn, hoping the plot somehow gets better.

Sure, many lean toward the Democrats, thinking they’re the “better” choice. But from where I’m sitting, especially as a Palestinian, neither side looks promising. Take Gaza: Democrats have left it in ruins, like a bulldozer at a sandcastle competition, with 80% of the infrastructure leveled and 90% of the people displaced. Now Ivanka’s dad is in charge, and, honestly, we’re past worrying about escalation, because there’s nothing left to escalate to. At this rate, they have already broken the records for destruction and the number of martyred, but the looming fear now is if there’ll be any Gaza left to talk about.

For Palestinians, for Gaza, for much of the world, this isn’t “democracy”; it’s a magic show where they tell you to pick a card, but no matter what you choose, it always comes back to the same card: disaster.

And now, winter’s arrived in Gaza. The nights there? Let’s just say, they’re colder than the stare you’d get from a #### who’s been asked to pay $12 or 15 for a black coffee. My family, like so many others, is living in a tent, a “tent” being a generous word for a few sheets trying to pass for walls. The wind comes in from every side, and huddling under thin blankets in this weather is like fighting a snowstorm with a paper towel. The cold bites to the bone, and there’s no escape; it’s like nature’s way of reminding us we’re still here, exposed.

If you can, please consider donating. Even the smallest help means warmth on a freezing night, a bit of comfort in the middle of a relentless winter. It’s a glimmer of hope for my family and trust me, it’s more welcome than soggy cereal ever could be.

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[whoisneo404]

Kitchen Accident.

Summary: While going for a mid-night snack with your close friend Nick in his kitchen, you start to goof around and wrestle (as a joke or game), and he accidentally stains your sleeping shirt with grape juice.

tw: cursing. use of good boy (as a joke??). suggestive?? at the end

Note: The reader is shorter than Nick.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

"All right, we can go to the kitchen, but we have to be silent; I don't want to wake the kids and make them grumpy." Nick says as he grabs the door handle and looks at me dead serious.

I nod, and he opens the door of his room, walking silently to the kitchen and turning the lights on. He left his phone on the counter and walked to the fridge.

"What do you have?" I ask, looking over his shoulder. He hums as he scans the fridge. "Chris' pepsis are a big no; he will kill us. It's not fun to drink milk if it's breakfast. Water and grape juice!" He smiles, looking back at me.

"That sounds great," I say playfully as I start searching for the bag of snacks I bought with me today. "Hey, Nick, where is the bag of snacks?"

He puts the pack of plastic bottles on the counter, opens up a drawer, and takes out a knife. With it, he breaks the plastic, takes out one bottle, and takes a drink out of it.

"I think I left them in one of the top drawers," he says, taking another sip of his drink.

"Okay," I say, and start opening the drawers, which had lots of things like plates, cereal, empty boxes, and mugs, but no bag with snacks until I opened the shelf next to Nick, and there it was, on the top shelf. I stand on my tiptoes but can't reach them. I let out a groan and looked at Nick with "anger."

"You did this on purpose."

"do what?" He tries to hide his smirk with his hand and the bottle of juice, but I see it, and I cross my arms over my chest. "You placed the bag there because you knew I couldn't reach it."

"How do you know it was me? Maybe it was Matt; who knows?" "No, why would he do that? It was you; now get it down so we can continue watching drag races."

"See, you liked the show. and I won't help you until you say please and thank you." He's smiling wider, and I try to contain the blush on my cheeks.

"No, I won."

"Then, no snacks."

"Come one, don't be a jerk," I say, walking to him and grabbing his arms to try and move him over. Closer, go to the drawer. "Don't push me around you idiot," he laughs and starts pushing and pulling me playfully. The kitchen was filled with laughs and curses from both of us.

"Just grab the fucking snacks! I won't say please." As I said, he grabs my arm with his free hand and pulls me closer to him, leaning forward. His mouth is right beside my ear. "Be quiet; good boys don't behave like that." His voice is low, and I can tell he is smirking from the way it sounds. I blushed and pushed him away from me, his grape juice splashing over me. He burst into laughter while covering his mouth, trying not to wake anyone up. "What the fuck, Nick?" I let out in shock; my chest and stomach are cold, and my cheeks are hot. I can't even look him in the eyes.

"I was just playing, god, sorry," he says between giggles. "You should take your shirt off," he says, winking at me.

"STOP THAT!" He laughs even harder. I cover my face and let out a groan. He stops laughing and grabs my waist. "what-?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to spill my drink over you... but now I can take off your shirt, help you dry yourself, and give you one of my shirts," he whispers close to my face. "Why are you doing this?"

"I mean, the drink was an accident; I don't know what took over me to say what I said. I never thought you'd like it or like me, so I never did anything, but... did you like it? I mean, like me, do you like me?." he smiles.

"God, Nick, yes, of course." I grab his cheeks and pull him down to kiss him.

"All right then, let's go to my room and get you cleaned up." He kisses my head. He grabs the bag of snacks, and I grab the pack of drinks.

"Just so you know... these chips and chocolates aren't the only snacks I want to eat tonight," he winks at me and runs to his room.

"NICK, WHAT THE FUCK!"

[kodaloveschris]

A Fun Day with Daddy

It was a sunny Saturday morning, and the Sturniolo household buzzed with the sound of laughter and little feet pattering on the hardwood floors. Matt Sturniolo, still in his pajama pants and a t-shirt, stood in the kitchen, pouring cereal into two colorful bowls. His twin daughters, Emma and Lily, giggled as they tried to climb onto their chairs at the kitchen table.

"Need a hand, munchkins?" Matt asked, a smile spreading across his face.

"Daddy, I can do it!" Emma insisted, her determined little face scrunching up in concentration.

Lily, on the other hand, reached out for Matt, her big eyes pleading for help. Matt scooped her up and set her gently in her chair, ruffling her hair.

"Thanks, Daddy!" Lily said, beaming up at him.

"You're welcome, sweetheart," Matt replied, placing the bowls in front of his girls. "Now, eat up. We have a big day ahead of us."

The girls dug into their cereal with gusto, chatting excitedly about the day's plans. Matt listened with one ear, sipping his coffee and glancing out the window at the beautiful day unfolding outside.

After breakfast, Matt helped the girls get dressed, their room a flurry of dresses, bows, and shoes. Once everyone was ready, they piled into the family car, Matt making sure everyone was safely buckled in before heading to the park.

The park was bustling with families enjoying the warm weather. Matt held his daughters' hands as they walked towards the playground, the girls skipping with excitement.

"Daddy, can we go on the swings?" Emma asked, pointing eagerly.

"Of course," Matt said, leading them to the swings. He lifted Emma onto one and gave her a gentle push, her delighted laughter filling the air. Lily waited patiently for her turn, holding onto Matt's leg.

When it was Lily's turn, Matt pushed her gently too, watching both girls with a content smile. Their happiness was his happiness, and there was nothing he loved more than spending time with them.

After the swings, they explored the rest of the playground, Matt always nearby to catch them if they stumbled or needed help. He joined in their games of tag, pretending to be a monster chasing them, his playful roars making them scream with laughter.

When it was time for lunch, they found a shady spot under a big oak tree and spread out a picnic blanket. Matt unpacked the lunch he had prepared: sandwiches, fruit, and juice boxes.

"Yum, Daddy, these are my favorite!" Emma said, biting into her sandwich.

"Mine too," Lily added, her cheeks full of food.

"I'm glad you like them," Matt said, leaning back on his elbows and watching his daughters with a smile.

After lunch, they lay on the blanket, looking up at the sky and pointing out different shapes in the clouds. Matt listened to his daughters' imaginative descriptions, marveling at their creativity.

"Daddy, that cloud looks like a unicorn!" Lily exclaimed.

"And that one looks like a dragon!" Emma added.

Matt laughed, nodding in agreement. "You both have great imaginations."

As the afternoon wore on, the girls started to get sleepy. Matt gathered up their things and carried Lily, who had fallen asleep in his arms, back to the car. Emma walked beside him, holding onto his free hand.

When they got home, Matt tucked the girls into their beds for a nap, kissing their foreheads and whispering, "Sweet dreams, my loves."

He tiptoed out of the room and headed to the living room, where he finally took a moment to relax. He smiled to himself, thinking about the perfect day they had shared. Being a single dad wasn't always easy, but it was the most rewarding job he could imagine. The girls' mother had left shortly after they were born, realizing she wasn’t ready for motherhood. It had been a challenging adjustment, but Matt had stepped up without hesitation, determined to give his daughters all the love and support they needed.

As he sat on the couch, the soft sounds of his daughters' breathing drifting down the hallway, Matt felt a deep sense of contentment. He was exactly where he wanted to be, surrounded by love and laughter, cherishing every moment with his little girls.

[heart2beom]

colon and a parenthesis

pairing: bestfriend!beomgyu x f!reader

genre: fluff, light hearted angst/comfort, best friends to ...lovers? drabble (an attempt), best friends who live together!!

synopsis: getting played has got to be the worst feeling ever. for you, you go through that heartbreak every other month. and now you're wailing on your best friend's shoulder again, for the hundredth time, ruining his hoodie. again.

a/n: "he doesn't deserve you" i'm such a basic bitch because the way i squeal over this line...was watching this show that is totally devoid of any romance subplot but i was okay with it because its a good show!! then this cute guy playing the best friend role just says this and im folding. like im being serious, i would've asked what we were. anyways ahahahahahaha, enjoy this as i slave myself into finishing my other bf2l beomgyu fic.

"Why do you look like that?"

You blink, processing his words before turning around, cereal box in hand. "What? What do I look like?" You pat your free hand around your face in attempt to figure out what incited that reaction. If it's an unwanted pimple, you're going to go insane.

Beomgyu huffs out a laugh through his nose, still eating his cereal. "I don't know, it's like you didn't get sleep for the past three decades."

He doesn't catch the roll of your eyes since he's focused on his phone, eating his breakfast but you still make sure to do it anyway. You pour the lucky charms in the bowl, the mention of your tired state gets you fighting the large grin overtaking your face. Reason?

You haven't slept a wink last night, inevitably a bad choice since you have morning classes, but digressing, it had to be the most magical of all nights. You recently got Mingi's number, the cute boy in your Music Comp class, who you've been notably crushing on for weeks.

Beomgyu knows this, obviously since you practically tell him everything, but what he doesn't know is that you've done some progression with your pining.

Other than the fact that he's cute, you find out he's also quite funny and witty, all throughout yesterday's overnight chat. Mingi's absolutely perfect. Like a prince charming. You don't even care that you have to spend extra time covering up your under eyes, it's what comes with the package that is Song Mingi.

You set your cereal on the kitchen island, sitting on the stool next to Beomgyu. Checking your phone for umpteenth time today, reading through the texts from last night still makes you smile a little too hard at the realization that yesterday night was in fact real.

You catch Beomgyu turning his head to you, brows furrowed like he was thinking of what to say, still chewing his food. "So?"

You lay your phone face down, "So what?"

"What happened?"

You realize he's talking about your dark circles. "Nothing, nothing happened. Was just studying all night," your eyes look up from your bowl of cereal to Beomgyu's doubtful eyes. "You know, pointing these things out to a woman is very disrespectful."

He laughs, and turns away shaking his head. Beomgyu was equally as tired looking so it wasn't like he had the right to make a comment. His ginger hair had strands poking out everywhere, dark circles even more evident under his eyes. It made sense, he worked late night shifts, and when he didn't, he'd stay up all night anyway, playing video games.

Yesterday he didn't have work, so you were very graciously blessed with having to hear his usual shenanigans through the walls of your room. He had an issue with keeping his emotions on the low when it came to games, which proved to be a nightmare. But thankfully, you were able to filter out his yelling with every response from Mingi.

"I heard you."

You furrow your brows, glancing to Beomgyu. "Huh? Heard what?"

He gets up, done with his breakfast, heading to the sink. "You were giggling all night. It was really weird," he mentions and your eyes widen, slowly chewing your food. Were you really that loud? How embarrassing. "Even weirder now that I know you were studying."

You throw your head back, groaning—of course he didn't buy your lie. "Beomgyu," you drawl.

"No, no, if you wish to keep your life private, keep it private." He was faking his hurt, but you also know there's some truth to it. Sharing things with each other, with no filter, has always been a staple to your relationship. And it's not like you were the type to be private anyway, so it worked out in the end.

"We were texting all night," you start, the dreamy vision of his face clouds your mind as your eyes sparkle at the thought, "Me and Mingi."

Beomgyu halts, his back faced to you— you don't read too much into it before he finally turns around. "Mingi as in... Music Comp Mingi?"

You flutter your lashes, nodding, barely biting down your smile. "He's a total A-plus heartthrob." you swoon.

Beomgyu lays his forearm on the countertop, standing across of you, tilting his head and a scrunch of his face like he’s willing to debate on that. "Yeah, but didn't Yeonjun happen like, two months ago?"

Yeonjun. The upperclassman you dated for six entire months, probably your longest relationship ever. Which is a little sad, at least for a sophomore in college. The added duration of your relationship made the breakup sting a lot more, as well as the fact that you wholeheartedly believed you'd end up marrying him at some point in the future.

Your smile droops, gaze fallen to the sad looking soggy cereal. "Hey, no, I mean, Y/N I'm just worried, but if you're—if you're over him, Mingi is good for you!" You slowly look up at Beomgyu, and you manage a smile on one end of your lips.

"You think so? Mingi's pretty nice, right?"

He huffs out a laugh through his nose again, he's been doing it a lot more often. "You stayed up all night talking to him, you're in love with him."

You break into a smile, eyes back on your spoon. "Shut up."

He points an accusatory finger, "Your ears just got red, oh my god, you are in love with him!"

You roll your eyes, quickly adjusting your hair to cover your ears. He shakes his head in awe, "You're actually hopeless."

"I'm sorry that he's literally the reincarnation of a prince charming. I can't help it."

"You say that about everyone." That was half true. You never said it about Sunwoo. "Anyways, you guys made plans, right?"

You fall quiet, eyes widening before quickly breaking eye contact with Beomgyu, clearing your throat. A few beats of silence and before you know it, Beomgyu grabs your phone, and is typing in your passcode.

You jump off your seat, "Beomgyu! Don't text him! I swear to god—" You have always made a mental note to change your passcode, but your memory fails you each time. And now you're bearing the consequences.

It quickly turns into a game of cat and mouse the more you go after him—each time, he's directly across from you as he focuses on typing as quickly as he could. Even when you calculate to run the opposite direction, Beomgyu is faster, quickly having the kitchen's island in between you both again.

"Mingi, the love of my life, I proposition you with a date at Gorae's—" he announces aloud, reading off the screen.

You rush to his side in his moment of weakness, reaching to grab your phone but Beomgyu's quick to react, raising his arm high enough for you to struggle to get your phone. God darn his height.

"Give me my phone you ass!"

"—and I want to marry you and have nine babies with you in a cottage far away from the world, my love!"

If he sent that, you'd jump off the balcony of your flat. No doubt. So, you attack him with your most effective weapon.

"And—shit. Oh my god, oh my god Y/N—" He wheezes, he's calm drowsiness dissipating, and he's quick to retreat, hands shielding themselves from your evil fingers. But you don't stop, a mischievous smile breaching your lips, because god is it fun to be the one to tease for once.

You aim for his sides, unprotected and perfect for your fingers to start tickling. His giggles are boisterous as he weakly attempts to stop your hands, but you don't let, "Punishment for being a little bitch."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry— oh my god, have mercy!" he manages to muster between his fit of laughter.

His contagious laugh bubbles one up from you until you hear a ping, and you realize that he might've actually sent that in! In horror, you grab your phone from Beomgyu's loose hold, who was still attempting to calm his laugh down, wiping under his waterline.

You check your messages, and it's in fact one from Mingi. "Beomgyu! Did you actually send him something?" you yell anxiously, eyes wide.

You don't give him time to respond, deciding to rip the bandaid, clicking on your chat. Hesitantly you read the messages after the 'goodnight' you've sent yesterday.

Your brows crease flatten as you read the two messages Beomgyu sent.

"I had fun talking. Maybe we should hang sometime?" you look up from your phone, "Who says that?"

He shrugs, wiping his hand on his sweats, "Probably, I don't know, sane people. What'd he say?"

You smile, looking back at the text Mingi had sent in response. "I'd like that. He'd like that. With a smiley face."

A conflicting smile is on his face as he says, "He'd like that with a smiley face?"

You roll your eyes, it's a terrible attempt at a joke, "A smiley face. Colon and a closing parenthesis."

He lets out an oh of realization as if he truly did not know, nodding. "Good luck, thank me when the wedding happens." he comments, walking into the living room you think— you don't really care. Too far gone as you re-read three simple words. And a colon paired with a closing parenthesis.

You really wish it'd work out this time.

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You don't exactly remember when you started to consider Beomgyu to be one of, if not, your closest friend.

The time he had stayed on a call with you throughout the entire night, on a school night, falling asleep after the spell of drowsiness won against both of your wills to continue talking? It magically seemed like you could endlessly talk, about anything, everything and nothing at the same time, with Beomgyu.

The time your eyes miracally found each other, in heaps of awkward situations? Like when you both ended up being third wheels to your pining friends, or when a party seemed too much for comfort.

Or when Beomgyu confided to you that he spent days learning makeup through lengthy youtube tutorials to help you out with applying it for prom?

Maybe the time you celebrated your graduation by choosing to invite over Beomgyu's family? No, you think it's probably the time you realized the only person you thought of when meaning to ask someone to move in with you—possibly the biggest next life step— was none other than your goofy, sort of odd, friend.

Or maybe it's now.

When you open the door, a heavish Beomgyu with his chest rising and falling, like he just ran a marathon, iris darting quickly going over your state before crashing you straight into his embrace, a hand gently on the back of your head. "I'm here."

You were holding it before he showed up, really holding it. But the warmth of Beomgyu's body against yours is enough for you to break. Your shoulders shake as you silently sob onto Beomgyu's, and his hold on you loosens, the previous panic slowing as he pat your back soothingly.

You knew Beomgyu, he's always been hyper aware of feelings, his own and others. This time, he set aside his own to make it easier for you to let out yours—you always notice when he does this.

His breathing is unstable against your hair, still attempting to catch it. "Why are you here? Don't you have work?" your words come out as a muffle, especially with the way your head is buried against his hoodie.

"You called, idiot."

"I called to ask if you could get milk on your way." You were in the mood for hot chocolate, your comfort drink, but to your absolute dismay, there was no milk. And you strongly preferred your hot chocolate with milk.

Beomgyu only hums in acknowledgement as if to say, yes, you're correct. You did only ask him to get milk.

Your emotions are one of a rollercoaster, once again sobbing like a child, before you pull your head away slowly, sniffling as you look up at him, your hands still wrapped around his waist. "You called in sick?"

His silence makes you feel uneasy, he could just say yes. Or no. Your brows raise. "Did you just ...run out?" you yell, almost pulling away from him completely, but he has senses for things like this —quickly pulling your head into his chest again. You groan.

"Now's not the time to lecture me." he mumbles into your hair.

After a little thinking, you decide to not fight him, giving in to his embrace. You could talk to him about his rash decision skills later, now, you want to be a little more selfish.

You're not sure where it went wrong with Mingi, and you don't really want to think about it. Your lips tremble against the soft fabric, more tears spilling down your cheeks, snot running.

"Can I blow my nose?" you ask. Beomgyu's a tinge hesitant before he just sighs. "Be gross all you want."

It felt like eternity standing there, in front of your door, Beomgyu's hand wrapped around you, and yours around his. He doesn't ask questions, he only stays silent unless you said something first. Usually saying incoherent things about Mingi, how you thought it'd end well, how he was everything to you, your moon, the sun that shone brightly. All through the occasional hiccups and sniffles of your crying session.

"I swear, Mingi—"

Suddenly Beomgyu exhales, his hands falling from your back to pull your head away from his chest. You guess it isn't a pretty look, with your bloodshot eyes, and gross snot messy on your face. But he doesn't hesitate to rub a thumb over your cheek.

"You know he doesn't deserve a minute of your time, Y/N. He doesn't deserve you. Like at all."

You furrow your brows. You don't believe a word. "You've barely met him, how would you know that I don't deserve him? And he realized that, which is why—"

He cuts your self wallow of deprecation off with a violent shake of his head. "Stupid. I've met you. I know you. That's enough information for me to make judgement."

"That's..." tears well up in your waterline again before you bury your head in his hoodie again, "That's so cheesy Beomgyu. Thank you."

You can feel his smile, somehow, it's like you're both connected by a string. "I'm serious, you're the best person I know. Flaws? Everyone has them, you do too, but you're ...still somehow the best person I know. If Mingi can't see that— if, impossibly, no one else can see that, then they don't deserve you. You know that?"

You nod meekly, soaking up his words. Millions of things could be said in response, something that could tell him how much highly you think of him too, but the dry of your throat prevents you from so.

"Tell me a joke." you say instead.

He ponders a bit before landing on one. "Can I be the parenthesis to your colon?"

You look up at him, silent, before you weakly hit his chest, laughing. When Mingi asked you to be his girlfriend, he said those exact words, and you had came home, raving all about it to Beomgyu, even though deep down, you found it a little ...too cheesy for your taste.

Beomgyu held the same opinion, except he was vocal about it. Making fun of the line for an entire weeks worth.

"Too soon."

He scratches the back of his head, a sorry smile on his face, "Yeah?"

You don't know if this breakup would be worse than the one you had with Yeonjun—only time could tell. All you knew was that no matter what it'd feel like—hell, like you were walking on pins and needles, like drowning in hot soup; Beomgyu would be by your side. That alone is enough, something that reminded you that this feeling would go away eventually.

ending a/n: you're done!! this might have to be considered the longest proclaimed drabble ever lol (2.6k words this is not a drabble) but anyways, like always, thoughts are appreciated.

[thesiltverses]

Hey I wanna buy the rpg but none of my friends have listened to the Silt Verses. Will the game still make sense to them?

Hey! This is actually something The Gauntlet figured might be a concern for some listeners, and they've factored it into the advice for Keepers/GMs:

Obviously there's never any guarantee that any group will click with any setting, but as they mention, the rulebook does have a ton of helpful text to introduce the world of TSV to players who've never encountered it before.

I actually ran a short session last week with some friends who'd never listened to the show, and this was the one-pager introduction text I gave them (which seemed to work just fine!)

The game is taking place in a modern world much like ours, a nation-state called the Peninsula, but with one crucial difference - gods are real, and they’re everywhere. All of them hunger for attention, all of them hunger to be fed, and all of them yearn to transform the world around them into their own image. In the cities of the Peninsula, major businesses conduct industrial-scale mass human sacrifices to appease the gods of electricity, oil and coal, while ordinary citizens walk past huge billboards for deities of coffee, processed pork, and breakfast cereal. In the countryside, towns and villages may worship their ancient gods of harvest, hill, river, and forest in secret, conducting ancient, brutal rituals and holding to their old traditions even as modernity threatens to overwhelm them. The government of the Peninsula - the Legislatures - do their best to control and regulate worship, licencing certain faiths while banning others outright. Depending on who you ask, this is simple common sense to prevent population collapse from unsustainable sacrifice, a safety precaution to keep certain dangerous gods from spreading too far and wide, or a deeply corrupt act of oppression to help their friends in the world of commerce maintain a monopoly of worship. However, there is no such thing as a ‘safe’ god. Illegal or legal, in the cities or the countryside, any god may break free from the control of its worshippers, evolve or grow beyond their understanding, or bestow its horrible blessings upon ordinary citizens, transforming them into the twisted image of the deity. The world around you is broken-down, often abandoned, and always dangerous. ‘Angels’ and ‘saints’, reshaped manifestations and servants of a god’s will, stalk the land, uncontrollable and almost unstoppable. Local law enforcement, when it isn’t corrupt, apathetic, or compromised, has a tendency to go missing in the backwoods if it interferes too closely with the affairs of an illegal faith… You begin the game as Custodians - government stooges and former convicts who’ve been press-ganged or ‘volunteered’ into a dangerous and thankless field role, travelling across the territories of the Peninsula to investigate cases of volatile worship, or to mediate in situations where an angel or saint has gotten loose. Each of you has your own history of dangerous, fanatical, or illegal worship, a past life where you were beloved by a particular god, and even now its whispering shadow haunts your steps… Where you go from there is up to you.

[fivestar-outlaw]

New Horizons (Park Seonghwa) (Ch. 2)

Chapter 2: Wishes

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Fem!Reader

Words: 3.2K+

Warning(s): Mentions of rude customers, MC is stressed(tm), use of time jumps

A/N: Chapter 2 is here! I hope you guys enjoy it. I think its my favorite of the four <3 Not much else to say other than tadaaa and thank you for the love for the first chapter.

Reader is implied to be living in the US bc uh TIMEZONES ARE FUCKY and i didnt realize how reliant i was on mine (PST) when looking up KST

Summary: Attempting an all-nighter while playing Animal Crossing alongside your bias, you didn't expect your turnip prices to be such a high amount... nor did you expect Park Seonghwa to actually accept your offer to sell his turnips on your island.

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You got out of your last class for the day in the afternoon and ready to get your shift done at the bookstore next. It was a warm Thursday but you were glad it was slowly starting to cool off. Shifting your bag your shoulder you pull out your phone and see you got a message while in class. You smile and press the kakaotalk app. Seonghwa had sent you a message.

'Good afternoon for you, (Y/N). I just woke up. I hope classes have been well.' Followed by a cute emote of a cat yawning in bed.

After inviting Seonghwa to your island to sell turnips and take Marshal, you two began playing together. This was initiated by him, saying that he wanted more Animal Crossing friends. You and him swapped gifts for a few days in the game when he asked if you'd like to message through kakaotalk and here you both were now. At first most of your conversations pertained to Animal Crossing but gradually it shifted to you two learning about each other and talking.

And not just over text either.

When Seonghwa learned you were learning Korean he offered to help you out with verbal conversations if you helped him with English. At first you wanted to decline since you knew he would be busy and the time zones would make it difficult. He talked you into it, however, saying on the weekend when he has a shorter practice day and on your Friday nights when you could stay up layer you'd both video chat to show the progress you've both made for the week. Though, soon that would lead to sporadic video chats when either of you had free time.

'Good morning to you. I just got done with classes and I'll be heading to work in an hour. :)'

You replied and a few moments later he responded.

'Want to have a quick video call before I need to leave for practice?'

'Sure, let me find a spot to sit at.' You quickly found a small picnic table in the shade under a tree and put in your earphones. You hit the video call button and wait for him to pick up.

The screen shifted and you see his face. He seems to be at his deak with his phone set up to perfectly capture his face. You could faintly hear his Animal Crossing game in the background. You couldn't help but chuckle at that.

"Hey, Seonghwa. How did you sleep?" You greeted.

"Hello, (Y/N). I slept good." He smiled. "Were classes good today?"

"A bit boring. We just did lectures today and got a good chunk of reading to do for homework. Did you have breakfast yet?"

"I grabbed something small." You watch as he reaches over off screen and he holds up a bowl of cereal in one hand and an apple in the other. "I'll pick up more food when we get to the building." He lightly chuckled.

"Ah, yeah. I was running behind so I didn't have much to eat this morning." You saw him give you a playful scold. "But I'll be sure to pick up something at the café by my job. I have some left overs from last night that my roommate made for us that I am looking forward to after my shift."

"Oh, Redd is at my island and the real artwork is one I already have, the beautiful statue, do you want it?"

"That would be great, Seonghwa. I am missing that one. Man, it seems like Redd really likes visiting your island. He rarely ever comes to mine."

"Well, you've been having the better turnip-"

"Hyung!" Three loud, distinctive voices cut him off and soon you're seeing San, Mingi, and Wooyoung bust in behind him. Seonghwa was clearly flustered as he stared at you then looked back at the three men in his room.

You haven't gotten to speak to the other Ateez members before, nor were you ever begging or asking to. You'd let your friend decide when you'd be introduced to them. Seonghwa frequently mentioned the antics Ateez gets up to and he's mentioned that he has brought you up to them before. You were curious to see how this video call would go.

"Is that (Y/N)?" You see Mingi bend down into frame, looking at the phone. Wooyoung and San crowd around the elder male, who's ears were turning red.

"She is pretty, hyung." Your faces flushes with warmth when you hear Wooyoung not so quietly say. You smile though when you hear his words.

"It's nice to meet you finally. Seonghwa-hyung is always talking about you." San smiled brightly next to a mortified looking Seonghwa.

You chuckle, "It's nice to meet you three too! I hope you've heard all good things."

"Only good things. Hyung never shuts up about you." Wooyoung said playfully, rolling his eyes.

"Want to swap KaTalks?" Mingi asked while already pulling his phone out. San and Wooyoung quickly follow suit.

"Hey-!" Seonghwa tried to speak but the youngest in the room cut him off.

"We want to talk to and get to know (Y/N) too, hyung. And she can help us with our English. Right, (Y/N)?" Woo smiled at you and you can see a hint of mischievousness in his expression.

"Will the schedule Seonghwa and I have for those work for-"

"Yes, it would." San interrupts. "So KaTalk?"

You simply chuckle and immediately exchange numbers with them. You start to see notifications pop up on your screen of them texting you their names and emotes as well.

"Let's be friends." Mingi excitedly said with San nodding along.

"I look forward to talking to you guys."

"I look forward to talking to hyung's pretty friend-"

"Okay, out you three." Seonghwa cut Woo off and glared at the three of them as he stood up from his chair. You watch him shoo San, Wooyoung, and Mingi away, who were all very vocal in wanting to stay in his room and talk to you. You heard the door close loudly and then see Seonghwa sit back down in front of his phone. His ears, cheeks, and the sides of his neck were blushing.

"They seem fun." You tease.

"Try living with them. I'd never get peace if Woo was living in the dorm too." He rolled his eyes but still kept a soft expression. "I do love them despite the teasing."

"So you talk about me to them?"

"W-well, yeah. I consider you a friend and all-"

"Seonghwa!" Suddenly you heard Hongjoong's voice in the call. "Woo told us you were speaking to your game friend!"

You see Hongjoong and Yeosang flank Seonghwa and kneel on the ground while Jongho and Yuhno stand behind them, leaning down a bit to be in frame. The eldest male looked so embarrassed as they started to greet you and asking you to exchange numbers, making sure to tell you how much Hwa has mentioned you.

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It was late one Friday evening as you got home from work. You were feeling especially exhausted from dealing with rude customers and from staying up late the night before getting homework done. Your professors must be collaborating to make your homework levels as stressful as possible with all the assignments on top of the readings and the studying for finals next week.

And you swear customers must have planned to be the worst this week with their rudeness or staying in the store way past closing. Today alone you had a lady almost hit you with a book she tossed directed at your head and had a group of teens stay an hour past closing trying to see if they could stay in the store over night.

It hasn't been a good week. You've been so tired and drained, you've hardly been able to really communicate with Seonghwa or the rest of Ateez at all.

You slowly trudged to your room, saying hello and goodnight to your roommate on the way there. You wanted nothing more than to get into comfier clothes and sleep, but you knew your mind was too stressed to fall asleep immediately. Maybe some catching up on youtube or some Animal Crossing will help.

You close your room door and immediately toss your bag in the corner. You quickly grab some clothes to relax in before peeling off the outfit you'd been wearing all day. Almost instantly you felt some of the tension leave your body. You let out a sigh and roll your neck, stretching your limbs in hopes it'll help.

Your phone started ringing.

You look at the screen and see that it was Wooyoung wanting to video call.

Despite it two months since you got to officially meet the rest of Ateez, you were close with all the boys. Though, outside of Seonghwa, you talked with Wooyoung and San the most. Both were very sweet with you and you appreciated them and Seonghwa in integrating you into their friend group with ease.

You go and sit down at your desk and press answer, but didn't turn your camera on. You see Woo and San. They seemed to be outside somewhere, snacking on something. Both smiled.

"Ah, turn on your camera. We haven't seen or heard from you all week." Woo pouted. You really didn't want them to see how haggard you look, but you've come to learn you couldn't say no to him.

"Fine." You say, dragging out the word. You tap the button and see you are now on camera. Bother either could speak you sigh, "I know, I look like a mess. I just got home ten minutes ago."

"Weren't you supposed to get off an hour ago?" San's brows scrunch in concern.

"You look really tired, (Y/N). Are you taking care of yourself?" Woo's voice was gentle. "Have you eaten yet?"

"It's...been a hard week." You bite your bottom lip, feeling tears sting your eyes. "Just a lot of school work and then bullshit from customers. I'm just happy its the weekend tomorrow for me."

"Do you want to cancel the language catch-up lessons?" You felt your heart drop at Sannie's question. "Practice ended a few minutes ago, we just wanted a moment on the roof the relax. After we are done up here we are going back to the dorms soon, we can let the others know for you if that's the case."

"I'm sorry guys. I completely forgot." You couldn't help prevent the tears from finally spilling over.

"No, (Y/N), don't cry." Woo coos. You hastily wipe the tears and make sure to take steady, deep breaths.

"Don't worry about today, yeah? It's okay, we understand." San's kindness and his smile made you feel a little better. "The others will understand."

"Thank you both." You shakily say with a wet smile. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cry-"

"Don't apologize for that." Wooyoung tsk'd. "I wish we were there, I would be giving you a big hug right now."

"Me too, (Y/N)." Sannie spoke, his tone and face exuding sweetness.

"I wish you all were here too."

"Now go eat something. We'll let the others know about tonight." The younger male smiled.

"And we won't tell everyone the details either. Just that it was a tiring week for you." San assures. "Take care of yourself, (Y/N), and remember all of us are here for you."

"You both take care too. Thank you again."

They both smile and wave. The call ended and you let out a soft sigh, feeling a little better. You sit at your desk a little longer just to further decompress from the day. You were mindlessly scrolling on social media for a bit, letting your brain shut off.

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Wooyoung and San returned to the dance studio a few minutes after their call with you ended. When they walked through the door they saw the others lounging around on the ground, some looking at their phones while others chatted.

"Woo and Sannie are back!" Mingi grinned and got up from the floor. "Now we can head home and talk to (Y/N)."

The two glanced at each other and then back at the others, who were getting up and grabbing their things to leave.

"We actually talked to (Y/N) while we were up on the roof." Wooyoung started. Seonghwa perked up when he heard they spoke with you. He and the others haven't heard much from you this week, which had them a bit worried.

"Is she alright?" The eldest couldn't help but ask, stepping closer to them. Everyone else looked at each other with knowing looks at his concern.

"She can't do the usual language lessons today. She told us she hasn't had a good week so we suggested she just rest tonight." San said. Everyone pulled out their phones and sent various supportive messages to the group chat you were in.

"That's too bad. I hope she is fine." Hongjoong crooned.

"She will be. Like we said, it was just a rough week." Woo nodded, his lips quirked up in a smile. "She needs rest."

"Let's get back to the dorms then." Hongjoong clapped his hands together.

Everyone let out several spunds of acknowledgment and started making their way out of the dance room to the garage to go home. Seonghwa lingered a bit, still looking at his phone before following the others at the back of the group. Wooyoung decided to move to the back with him to walk along side him.

"Are you messaging her?" The younger male asked.

"Yeah, she and I are going to video call and play Animal Crossing when we get back to the dorm and after she eats dinner." Seonghwa hummed, typing a few more things before putting his phone in his pocket.

"You care for her, don't you, hyung?" Woo's voice got lower so the others couldn't hear them.

"I do." Hwa smiled sincerely.

"Do you like her?"

"Of course I do. She's been nothing but a good friend."

"No, I mean as in you have a crush on her." Seonghwa looked to the younger males face, trying to discern if he was teasing him but saw nothing of the sort.

"No, I don't, Woo." The older male said softly. Wooyoung eyed him, but decided not to speak further on the matter. He could recognize Hwa was telling some truth, but he also could tell his friend wasn't completely aware of his budding feelings.

Wooyoung wasn't stupid and neither were the others.

Everyone else began picking up small things that gave it away. Seonghwa has gotten very happywhenever you two texted or video called. Whenever they took breaks during rehearsal, he'd immediately check his phone for any messages. He'd often laugh and tell the others a funny story you told him about your day before you told any of the others. Overall, he just seemed very happy.

And they were happy for him.

The boys were obviously wary at first and had expressed this to Seonghwa. He assured them that you've been nothing but genuine to him. And after them getting to know you on their own they came to that same conclusion. They just hoped Hwa could come to terms with his underlying crush and Woo hoped you could as well.

Only Wooyoung knew you had feelings for his oldest hyung and he hoped the two of you wouldn't drive him crazy.

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The second Seonghwa walked through the door to his dorm, he immediately rushed into his room to wash up. He grabbed some comfier clothes and walked back into the shared space were Mingi and San were.

"I'll shower first." He smiled to them and didn't wait for an answer as he went into the bathroom. Mingi and San looked at each other before smiling while shaking their heads.

Seonghwa took the quickest shower he has ever taken. He felt less sweaty, clean, and relaxed from practice. He rentered his room and booted up his switch before he unlocked his phone. He sent a quick text telling you to call him when you were ready then got his phone set up for the video call. He did some fishing and bug catching as he waited.

When he heard the ringtone he quickly answered it.

You seemed to be lying on your stomach with your phone propped up at an angle, your switch in your hands. Seonghwa could see exhaustion clear on your face and he could see some puffiness to your eyes. Concern immediately filled his being.

"Hello, (Y/N). I'm sorry the week hasn't been kind to you." He crooned.

"How much did Woo and Sannie tell you?" There was almost a hint of worry in your voice.

"Only that it was a tiring week and you needed some rest." He gently smiled. "If... you want to talk about it, I am here for you. Only if you want to of course, don't feel like you have to share."

"It wasn't anything major. I've just been assigned a lot of homework, finals are next week, and customers have been a nightmare to deal with." You exhale. "I think today, though, stole the show with rude customers."

"What happened?"

"A lady tossed a book at me because we wouldn't accept it as a return and then some teens made me stay an hour late after closing because they wanted to hide in the store over night." You snort at the absurdity of it.

"I am so sorry its been hard for you. At least your weekend starts now."

"At least I get to play Animal Crossing with you. My mind hasn't been able to relax yet- Oh! And there is a meteor shower happening on my island!" Your face lit up and Seonghwa attempted to ignore the flutter in his chest. "Let me open up the airport for you so you can get some wishes too."

Seonghwa quickly had his avatar fly over to your island.

"Enough about me. How have you been, Hwa?" You lead him to a good vantage point on your island to wish on stars.

"The week has been good. We are practicing a lot for the various performances coming up and we've all been working hard. Sannie almost started a fire in the kitchen." He smiled when he heard you chuckle at that. "I'm glad to see you again, (Y/N)."

"I'm glad too. Sorry for being inactive-"

"You don't have to apologize for that. Life gets busy, we all understand. I just hope things in your life get less stressful for you."

"I'm already feeling better talking and playing Animal Crossing with you, Hwa."

"Good."

"Anything else happen this week? I know you can't say specifics but any antics with the guys?"

Seonghwa smiled as he focused on making his avatar make wishes. "Well, Jongho's been progressing nicely with his vocal training and practice. You didn't hear this from me, but he's been wanting to do a video call with you to show you that. Wooyoung and I did a home-cooked dinner for everyone on Wednesday this week. We all wished you could have joined for that. Hongjoong, Mingi, Wooyoung, and Yeosang engaged in a brief prank war from Monday to Tuesday. I had to put an end to it when the rest of us became collateral. And then Yuhno and San put together everyone in teams for a small free style dance battle..."

He was about to continue on but when he glanced back up at his phone, he saw that you had fallen asleep. His features soften at how adorable you looked, one arm supporting your head while the other outstretched with your Switch still in your loose grasp. He could faintly hear soft snores from your parted lips.

Seonghwa felt a tightness in his chest. He could feel his face and ears flushing with warmth. These are things that he has experienced lately when talking with you. His mind suddenly went back to Wooyoung's earlier question, making his eyes widen.

Oh.

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[drabblesandimagines]

Kitty (part 5)

Parts 1-4 can be found at my masterlist. Pairings: Rei Suwa x reader Lotsa fluff (as usual)

Your alarm goes off just before seven but you’ve been awake a while, staring at the ceiling and blaming an internal body clock. Before you’d gone up to bed last night, Kazuki had said he’d take Miri to daycare in the morning but you’d assured him you could do it. You’d at least slept a bit before they’d come home and it’s not the first time you’ll get by on less than a full night’s sleep. You get up and dressed – a denim dungaree dress, black t-shirt and leggings – and head through to Miri’s bedroom, coaxing her out of bed and downstairs with the promise of her beloved chocolate cereal for breakfast if she plays what you’ve dubbed the whisper game, saying you both had to be as sneaky and quiet as mice. You’re hoping to keep the noise down to allow Kazuki and Rei some more sleep. Miri settles down with cartoons on mute as she eats and you eat something from Kazuki’s large amount of food prep from the other day. It’s then back up to the bedroom to get her dressed, do the temperature record and sentence or two about the late night for her book, and packing up her essentials for the day.

All packed and ready, you’re heading to the front door when the bathroom door slides open and a bed-headed – tub-headed? - Rei emerges, yawning.

“Morning,” he mumbles.

“Papa Rei!” Miri collides into his legs, still whispering - thankfully. “Are you coming too? Please, please!”

“Er… Sure,” he runs a hand through his hair in an attempt to flatten it and shuffles over to the door, Miri holding onto his leg the whole way. “Why are we whispering?”

“Me and Kitty are mice - squeak-squeak!” She squeals, shoving her shoes onto her feet. “You try, Papa Rei.”

“Er…” He looks at Miri and then you – you give what you hope is an encouraging smile.

“Squeak.”

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Picking up Miri yesterday was odd – you’d ignore the mothers’ stares and hushed comments of, “Is she the mistress?” And “No, she’s got to be the nanny”, when they’d seen you waiting for Miri to pack her belongings, chatting politely with Ms Anna. You hadn’t quite made it through stutter-free, but the daycare teacher’s kind eyes and smile hadn’t put you so on edge, at least.

It’s even weirder being here with Rei. Miri is holding both yours and Rei’s hands as you approach the daycare and the chatter appears to cease entirely as soon as you step foot into the playground. Seeing Rei at morning drop-off must be a rare occurrence as the mothers soon descend, swarming the three of you, saying how nice it was to see him, but where’s Kazuki?

“Uh…” Rei trailed off, looking a little like a deer caught in headlights at the women’s questioning.

“Z-Z-Zuki’s f-fine.” The eyes all turn to you and you regret opening your mouth, but you can see they’re after more detail. “H-he’s j-just h-h-hav-having a l-lie-in.” You can deal with Kazuki, Rei and Miri looking at you, but the gaggle of women is a little too much and your stutter got progressively worse the more you tried to get through the sentence. You want the floor to swallow you up.

There are some raised eyebrows and side glances, but suddenly – thankfully - Rei’s arm is around your shoulders and he navigates the three of you a way out through the crowd. “Excuse us.” He grunts. They all share a glance before they’re staring down at their phones, texting furiously. Rei drops his arm as soon as you’re clear and you immediately miss its reassuring presence. Miri tugs at your arm, speedwalking over to Ms Anna. Rei falls behind for a second and a mother jumps at the opportunity, grabbing hold of him by his arm.

“Rei, it’s so lovely to see you here. Kazuki tells us how busy you are. I’m Asahi’s mother, I’m sure Miri’s told you all about her!” She giggles. The name vaguely rings a bell in Rei’s head – something about Asahi being quite bossy.

“Uh-huh,” Rei tries to politely shrug his arm out of her grip to follow you and Miri but she holds firm. “And I take that sweet girl is your nanny! I hope you don’t mind me saying this – and I’m sure she’s nice - but I couldn’t help but notice that nasty stutter. You do need to be careful around this age, exposing Miri to something like that could hamper her educational development, you know? And she could replicate the behaviour around my Asahi, they’re just so easily influenced at this age…”

Rei is done with being polite and shakes his arm free with force. “Shut up.”

“Excuse me?” Her face screams disbelief.

Rei is ready to repeat himself, but doubt swirls in his mind. Kazuki probably would agree, but he could also be mad if he finds out Rei’s made an enemy with one of the daycare moms… He bites his tongue and rephrases.

“I said, she’s not the nanny. And her stutter is fine.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you. As I said, she seems very sweet. I just thought…”

“I know.” Rei grits his teeth. “Thank you.” And then he strides over to where you and Miri are chatting to Ms Anna at the door, waiting for you.

“E-everything okay?” You ask.

“Mm.”

After Miri is signed in and waves you both goodbye, Rei’s arm is back around your shoulders and speed walks the both of you through the crowd with a scowl across his face – warning everyone to steer clear. You’re thankful – there’s probably not a job in public speaking for you in the future.

“You okay?” He checks in as you head up the street, back towards the apartment.

“Y-yeah. I f-feel a little s-silly that I pa-panicked.”

“They kind of scare me too, to be honest.”

You laugh a little at that. You can’t imagine much scaring Rei.

His arm is still around your shoulders and it feels comforting as you walk. You think about returning the gesture, slipping your own arm around his waist when suddenly a ringtone blares out and his arm leaves your shoulders to retrieve his phone from his pocket. Too late. “It’s Kazuki.”

He answers without a word.

“Where are you?” You can hear Kazuki’s tired voice echo through the speaker. You don’t want to eavesdrop but the volume makes it impossible.

“I’m with Kitty – Miri wanted us both to take her to daycare.”

“Oh, did she?” A pause. “Ohhhh, you sly dog.” What on earth does that mean?

“Huh?” Rei seems as clueless as you.

“Hey, buddy, why don’t you both swing by and see Kyu? You can pick up the payment for yesterday and have a drink.”

“Er…” He pulls the phone away from his face. “Do you mind if we pop in to see Kyu?”

“No.” You shake your head. “S-sounds nice.” You haven’t met the man who’s apparently researching your past yet. Kazuki had taken photos of you on his phone to show him previously for his research.

“Okay. We’ll go.”

“Great! And, er, no need to rush back, if you get what I mean. Bye!”

The phone beeps, signaling the end of the call and Rei pulls it back from his face, looking bemused. He doesn’t get what Kazuki means.

“Is Z-Zuki okay?”

“He’s being weird.” He sticks his hands back in his pocket. “We’ll head this way, then. You’ll like the walk along the river bank.”

You reach the café Yadorigi and Rei holds the door open for you. There’s a tall gentleman dressed in black behind the counter, drying off a cup as you enter. He has brown hair and glasses and a mildly surprised look as you enter with Rei. Looking around briefly, it seems you’re currently his only customers at this early hour.

“Well, it’s rare I see you out of the apartment, Rei. And this must be the famous Kitty.” He smiles warmly at you, gesturing for you both to take a seat at the counter.

“H-hi.” You smile back, sitting down on a stool. “It’s nice t-to meet y-you.”

“You too. I do hope Kazuki and Rei are treating you well.”

“V-very well, thank y-you.” There’s something about Kyu that’s calming - almost.

“Good.” He turns to Rei. “Good work yesterday. Here for your payment?”

Rei nods and Kyu pulls open a drawer. He removes two brown envelopes and slides them over and Rei tucks them into his jacket pocket. You don’t know what the job exactly entailed of – of course you’d heard some of the preparations but you’d tried not to eavesdrop. It could’ve been surveillance, blackmail, reconnaissance… It could’ve been assassination. If you hadn’t seen them in action for yourself, would you really think the two men who had taken you in were hitmen of all things? They were so patient and kind with you from the get-go. They don’t match the stereotype of people you’d been with living with in the shady underworld the past few years – you couldn’t imagine any of his men returning home to cook, clean, do laundry and lovingly tuck a child into bed. Come to think of it, you weren’t sure any of the men even had homes. The house began to seem more and more a compound towards the end as his gang grew until, that is, he was deemed too greedy and had to be eliminated from the competition.

Kazuki and Rei are in a bad business, but they saved you from a miserable, silenced existence. And, from your limited knowledge of their past hits – you’d heard the story of how they came to meet Miri last Christmas – the people they kill are not angels themselves… Kazuki has let you in a little on his past, unprompted, abandoned by his parents, getting by on the streets with cons and grifts. You hadn’t asked Rei. It doesn’t seem proper to ask when you can’t relay anything. You’re aware of the Suwa empire from dinner discussions at the house, he had started to speak his plans to transcend the Organization, rumours of the Suwa heir leaving the nest, exposing a vulnerability…  All whilst you had your head bowed down, hands clasped, awaiting his instructions.

“Kitty?” Rei’s hand is on your arm and you realise you’ve done it again – got tied up in your thoughts and ignored a question.

“S-sorry, I was m-m-miles away.”

“That’s okay.” It’s Kyu this time. “I just asked if there was something you’d like to drink.”

“Oh. Erm…” There’s no menu that you can see, but there’s a familiar scent, sparking something in your brain at the fact you have choice. “Any t-type of c-coffee, really.”

Rei’s eyes widen at that – besides the cocoa, you’d never really partaken in hot drinks back at the apartment, always going for water.

“I didn’t know you liked coffee.”

You smile, sheepishly. “I’m s-still trying t-to work out w-w-what I like too.”

Kyu begins to grind some coffee beans. “So, you really remember nothing of your life before Aktomi?”

Your stomach flips at the name you refuse to use - you squeeze your nails into your palms before you shake your head. “S-sometimes t-there’s a flash of s-something, b-b-but nothing con-concrete. I j-just remember the h-house and him.”

“It could be your brain protecting itself from trauma.” Rei states and Kyu gives him a quizzical look. “Or that’s what I read online.”

That makes you feel uneasy. If your brain was keeping things locked away from before the house – the house in which you were beaten, starved, forced to live in servitude to a mafia boss – what on earth were you not wanting to remember from your home life?

“Could be amnesia from a head injury too.” Kyu comments as he takes the freshly ground coffee over to an espresso machine. “Kazuki said you stopped talking so Aktomi would stop hitting you in the face?”

Rei tenses at that besides you.

You wished Kyu would stop saying his name, but you don’t feel confident enough to voice your discomfort. “I w-was a little st-stubborn, until I-I wasn’t.” Beaten into the good, submissive maid you became.

Kyu notes the deepening scowl on Rei’s face and thinks perhaps he should move the conversation on. “Without sounding too big-headed, my contacts and research are usually spot-on, but I’ve reached a dead end at the moment. I’m still surprised you didn’t show up on anything when the hit was organized. If you remember anything, please get in touch. I’m sure you must be eager to return to your old life after so long away.”  

You don’t miss the trace of suspicion in his tone, but you try not to take offence. He must have to be naturally suspicious in his line of work, you reason. You wouldn’t describe yourself as eager at all - you quite like the life you’ve found yourself in at the moment. Being with Rei, Kazuki and Miri makes you feel safe, relaxed, content – all feelings you haven’t had in a long while. Though, you have to admit, when Kyu mentions your old life, you can’t help but wonder if the three of them miss their old life, without you, your lack of history, your stutter and your taking up Rei’s bedroom.  

“I w-will.” You smile politely, as he begins to froth some milk.

“Can we sit in a booth?” Rei asks, abruptly.

“Why, tired of me already?” Kyu teases. “Go for it. I’ll bring these over.”

Rei nods and gets up from his seat, heading towards the booth in the back right-hand corner of the establishment. You slide into the seat and he sits opposite, forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. You can tell he wants to say something but he’s holding back and you’re not one to talk, so you settle into a companiable silence as Kyu finishes making your drinks. He comes over with a fruity orange concoction for Rei and a coffee for you.

“Flat white.” Kyu serves with a smile.

“T-thanks.”

“How much do we owe you?” Rei asks, sullenly.

“For the young lady’s first visit – on the house.” He waves off, returning to behind the bar.

Rei takes a long sip through a straw, looks over his shoulder to see Kyu cleaning the counter and then leans forward to you, shoulders sagging with the release of tension. ”I didn’t like his tone.”

“H-he’s just d-doing his job.” You try to shrug it off. Kazuki’s told you before that he and Rei have worked with Kyu for years and you don’t want to cause a fuss. You take a sip of the flat white. “Mm. I d-do like c-coffee!”

Rei can’t help but smile at that.

As you enjoy your drinks, the dark-haired man pulls his phone out of his pocket and shows you a game he downloaded to pass the time on the car ride yesterday. The bell jingles to signal the arrival of another customer and a tall, a receding black hairline man enters and looks around. He’s dressed in all black and is bulky – he wouldn’t have looked out of place at the house. His eyes seem unnaturally wide and protrude out of his skull almost, his face expressionless. It’s unnerving. You cast your eyes back down to the table and the phone screen, but the hairs standing up on the back of your neck suggest he’s staring at you. There’s a hushed conversation between the mysterious man and Kyu, before you hear a pen click twice and he vacates.

Weird.

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After you finish your drinks and say goodbye to Kyu, you walk back along the riverbank. It’s peaceful and you’re content in Rei’s company. You like talking to him, of course, but silence seems different with him. With Miri, conversation is constant and you don’t blame her, she’s an inquisitive child who says everything and anything that comes to mind. With Kazuki, well, he’s just being sweet and trying to improve your confidence, especially after the grocery store incident. You can tell he worries you might regress, so he tries to keep the conversation flowing at all times. But with Rei, it all just feels different. He goes at your pace, he doesn’t speak just to fill the void, but everything he seems to say is considered. And those fleeting touches the two of you have had lately…

You don’t know what it is – it could be the warmth of the sun on your skin, the relaxing sound of the water, the gentle breeze, the buzz of the caffeine, the man himself - but whatever it is, it gives you a surge of courage and without a second thought you grab his hand.

As soon as you touch his fingers, the panic springs up. You’ve misread the situation, you’ve overstepped the mark… but, before you can pull away, his fingers deftly intertwine with yours and the panic quells instantaneously, as if it was never there in the first place.

Looking at your laced hands, you glance up at Rei, feeling your cheeks flush. There’s a dreamy smile on his face as you continue the walk back to the apartment in silence.

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[sserajeans]

you are in love | 34. lee y/n, believe in yourself (written)

it was the morning of the snhs swim team's departure, and lee y/n sat by the kitchen counter staring blankly at her half-filled bowl of cereal. the girl was dressed in her team's tracksuit with a white shirt under the jacket, infamously known for being the prettiest merch from the school clubs. y/n had wonyoung to thank for that.

"that thing won't eat itself, unnie."

hyein sighed, taking the seat beside her older sister with her own bowl of cereal in her hands.

"what's wrong?"

silence filled the air for a solid minute. y/n's expression unchanged, she zipped down the jacket and sighed before taking a spoon of her cereal.

"what if i come back empty-handed?"

hyein's gaze shifted to the kitchen counter the two were eating on, her mind rushing to think of the best words to use to comfort her sister.

"i mean. this isn't my last shot at the national team, i know that. but i at least need scouts for college, and if i mess this up..."

hyein nodded to at least show y/n she was listening, before taking a deep breath, hand on her sister's shoulder.

"truth is, unnie, no one knows for sure what the results of these games are. and i wish i could travel in time to tell you so you'd feel better, but i can't. however, the one thing i am sure of is that you've practiced your best and worked your hardest, just like you always have, and that seemed to have brought good results, right?"

"yeah, i guess so."

"so believe in yourself, unnie. i'll believe in you twice as much in your place if you can't."

y/n nodded and hugged her sister from the side, the younger rubbing her back in comfort. "thank you. it's times like these where i forget you're younger."

"wise words, what can i say?"

the older of the two rolled her eyes, and the lee sisters went on with their breakfast, conversing until their bowls of cereal went empty. perfect enough timing for minji to show up at the door.

the school doesn't usually provide transport when it came to sending less delegates in competitions. in this case, only y/n, minji, and two other swimmers from junior year, qualified to compete. because of this, y/n and minji decided to go to the airport together, courtesy to minji's older brother for driving.

seeing y/n and hyein from the living room window, minji proceeded to step into the unlocked house, the same way she has for the past how-many years.

"y/n! we leave in 5 minutes, and hi hyein."

y/n rolled her eyes and stood up to roll her luggage and duffle bag outside the door to help minji's brother load it in the car. she came back inside for one final check before leaving the house for what'd probably be about 3 weeks. by the time she ensured she hadn't left a single thing, she turned around to debrief her sister.

"you're staying at jiwoo's right?"

"yup."

"lock the door when you leave."

"got it."

"and if you need help, call hanni or zuha-unnie."

"i know."

"and if it's really drastic call them then me, okay?"

"okay!"

"and i-"

"unnie!"

y/n chuckled and gave her sister one last hug before zipping up her jacket and stuffing her hands in the pockets.

"i know, i know... i'll miss you though, even if it's just like 3 weeks."

"gross. i'll miss my free wallet too."

"shut up, hyeni."

"hehe, good luck unnie! you too, minji-unnie. whatever happens, you'll make us and snhs proud."

and those were the exact words both minji and y/n needed before heading off to a competition representing not just their school, but their country, and most importantly, themselves.

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[yanderecrazysie]

I LOVE YOUR WORKS SO MUCH. 😭😭😭 YOUR BLOG HAS MY WHOLE HEART 💗

i know you must have a lot of requests, so feel free to deny this one if you don't feel like doing it, you matter the most! that being said, i am inlove with the yandere profile you made of Byakuya (danganronpa), he is LITERALLY my love and his yandere potential is just immaculate, could i request an one shot or headcanons of him and reader on the killing game? imagine that, reader tries to get closer to Byakuya since the first day, shes very nice and she likes him very much, shes always including him and talking to him, they're always hanging out, but we all know he is a asshole, so he was always kinda mean to reader, so imagine one day he says something particularly bad and Reader just stops hanging out with Byakuya to not bother him, and he just, "wait this isnt right, yknow, the old "Just knowing how you felt when you lose them."

anyway, feel completely free to deny, remember to drink water and eat, smoochh💗💗💗

TYSM! You’re so sweet to me! 

Title: Sorry Seems to Be the Hardest Word

Pairings: Byakuya Togami x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes

Summary: Byakuya might have lost you for good.

“What do I got to do to make you love me?

What do I got to do to make you care?

What do I do when lightning strikes me?

And awake to find that you're not there

What do I do to make you want me?

What do I got to do to be heard?”

- from “Sorry Seems to Be the Hardest Word” by Elton John

“Byakuya!”

The tall heir looked up from his breakfast, frowning deeply as you practically skipped over to him. 

“Do you want to sit at the main table with the rest of us?” You asked hopefully. He didn’t know why you asked, when the answer was obvious. He never joined the large table with the rest of the students. He had no interest in doing so.

“No, now leave me alone. You’re disrupting my meal.” Byakuya snapped, eyes narrowing in annoyance.

You nodded, unfazed by his rudeness, “Okay, Byakuya. I’ll come sit by you in a little bit.”

Byakuya sighed loudly, “Please don’t.”

Despite his insistence, it tugged on his heart a little to see you sit at the main table with all the others, laughing and smiling at all they said and did. Even that plankton, Mondo, could earn your laughter.

After spending some time chatting with them, you went to sit by Toko, who picked nervously at her nails while sending looks Byakuya’s way. Disgusting. Why you would spend your time with that creature was beyond him.

But then it was his turn, and you took a seat at his table, excitedly smiling up at him. His lips curled downwards. Why did you insist on spending time with everyone? He couldn’t understand it.

“How are you doing, Byakuya?” You asked, trying to strike up a conversation. He kept quiet, refusing to answer your asinine question.

You pouted a little, trying to figure out how to get him to talk, “I saw you in the library earlier- what were you reading?”

Silence.

You leaned back in your chair. Byakuya found satisfaction in the fact that you no longer tried to converse with him, turning instead to your cereal.

In a way, he enjoyed the silence between you both. It was a comfortable kind of quiet, not awkward or tense at all. Sometimes, he felt like he could stay like this forever, just you and him sitting together. 

But that was a stupid intrusive thought, one that he dismissed whenever it popped up. 

He would never admit, not to you or anyone, that he secretly enjoyed his time with you. 

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“Byakuya!” 

You poked your head through the library door, smiling brightly at him. 

Byakuya peered at you over his book with narrowed eyes, biting back a sigh. There you were again, disturbing him.

“What are you reading?” You asked, slipping inside the room and approaching the stern male.

He felt a rush of annoyance, finally feeling himself snap, “Don’t you have anything else to do than be an annoyance, you insolent brat? Keep your nose out of my business and get lost!”

Your head snapped back as though you’d been slapped. An “oh” floated out of your mouth. Suddenly, your lip trembled and you hurried out of the room. 

Byakuya lifted an eyebrow. You had never reacted like that to his retorts before.

He couldn’t ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach.

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You were avoiding him.

It drove him crazy to watch you converse with everyone else normally but refuse to visit his table. To watch you turn on your heels every time he tried to approach you.

Didn’t you realize it was safer to stick together during this killing game? There had already been two deaths, more were sure to come soon. You were in danger- he could protect you. 

He couldn’t bring himself to say “sorry”, he’s not sure he’s ever said that word in his life. But it broke his heart to watch you drift further and further away from him.

Maybe he’d have to show you just how much you needed his protection in this killing game.

[erathene]

LOTR Themed Tag Game

I was tagged by @softboiledwonderland - Reblog with your own answers and tag three or more people you want to get to know better!

- How old were you when you were first introduced to LOTR? I think I was around 12. I have two distinct memories from that time; seeing Gandalf on a cereal box whilst I ate my breakfast and being very confused by Gandalf the Grey/Gandalf the White (wondering whether or not they were the same person, or if they were twins LOL), and borrowing my cousin's extended edition DVDs to watch (we borrowed a lot of stuff from him including his PS2 with Final Fantasy X).

- Favourite LOTR character? Aragorn hands down because he's a filthy ranger and I love that I feel he's a well-rounded character in the movies. I see him as a bit of an adventurer, a do-gooder and not afraid of a fight, but also someone who has his own flaws and struggles. He's certainly interesting to write about and explore as a character.

- Books or Movies? Movies 100%. I'm trying to read the books.. honest..

- Which location in Middle Earth would you want to visit? I think Rivendell would be my top choice, but honestly any location would be amazing. I would love to see Rivendell for its architecture, its open and breezy spaces, it just oozes relaxation and a place to get away from it all. And maybe I'd run into Aragorn there HA 😂

- Favourite Movie? The Two Towers! Because FOTR sets the scene, ROTK wraps up the story, but TTT is where some shit starts to go downnn.

- Favourite scene? I love the fellowship fighting off the orcs in Khazad-dûm; the anticipation of the orcs breaking through the door and Legolas/Aragorn being cool enough to shoot arrows through tiny cracks, Boromir being sassy ("They have a Cave Troll🙄🙄🙄"), Sam fighting orcs with literal frying pans, Aragorn and Boromir giving each other The Nod™, the teamwork to bring down that cave troll, running like hell afterwards... I just love everything about that scene in the movies 🤩 Everything up to Gandalf's fall of course...

- Favourite quote? "All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us" - it's like a hug that reaches out to you, telling you that you'll be okay 🥰

- What Middle Earth race would you like to be? Probably an elf! I'm 5ft7, a natural redhead, and would love to let time slip pass without worrying about things not getting done because I have literally fucking centuries to live haha.

- Favourite LOTR ship: Similar to @softboiledwonderland I don't really have one?? I'm just an appreciator of blorbos 😅

Tagging @emmanuellececchi @sonofarathorns @fishing4stars @nocompromise-noregrets - if you guys fancy taking part feel free, if you're busy or don't want to then no worries! If anyone else sees this post and wants to participate, consider yourself tagged!! 😉

[spicyclover]

She’s everything. He’s just Ken

Summary: You eat cereal when he announces he wants to break up.

Request

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I'm open to requests.

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Thank you, and Enjoy! :)

Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover

Inspire by Dakota Johnson and Armie Hammer. (I don’t remember the name of the series/film where this scene is from. So if you know, comment in the section below. Thank you!)

I wrote another story for this request because the first one was too sad. 

There has been a lot of up and down in your relationship with George. You can’t remember the last time you had a meal together without being mad at each other and having make-up sex afterward. 

You’re not unhappy with him. Actually, you love him dearly. But he’s always been complicated and unsure of everything. One day he would be the perfect gentleman, giving you flowers, kissing you every time he can, saying to you how much he loves you. But some days, it’s like he doesn’t know. 

His mother always refers to you as Barbie, not in the wrong way, like superficial or anything. Just because everywhere you go, you grab attention. Everyone turns at you. Giving you free stuff. Telling you how beautiful you are. She never quite understands why your choice has been on George. To be honest, you can’t explain it either. So eventually, everyone started to joke around, saying that George is just Ken and you’re everything. He hates it, and something that is what the fight is all about.

Last night was a lousy fight for both of you. Yelling at each other all night and him deciding to sleep on the couch. You didn’t sleep. You lay in your bed, waiting for the hours to pass, listening to his sights behind the door. You made a list in your head of everything that happened, all bad and good. 

You finally roll out of bed when your alarm goes off. You rub your tired eyes, and you drag yourself to the kitchen to have your breakfast. Pouring cereal into a bowl, you look over at him. He’s gazing at you to make so much noise, but you don’t care.

“I think we should break up. I don’t believe this is working.” He says, sitting in front of you. 

“Okay.” You say, unbothered. 

“That’s all you got? Okay?” He repeats. 

“What would you expect that we cuddle?”

“Fuck you!” 

You smirk, looking up and down at him. He takes his stuff and slams the door. You expected him to come back, but he didn’t. This surprises you initially, but you no longer have time for him. 

A few weeks passed, and you kept working at the organization for the Grand Prix in Silverstone. Freshly single, you met a guy a few times, but nothing serious. I mean, that’s what you thought. Only after a few weeks he finally kissed you.

You didn’t expect this action so soon but didn’t back down. Yet, the following day, you made it clear to him that it was only one evening. You left, leaving him stunned.

You smirk and get back to your hotel room. You get to the track for the race a few hours later, and you don’t tell George you will be there. So you walk in like you own the place and go straight into his garage. The few team members you pass on your way politely greet you, unaware of your breakup.

You see him talking to his engineers. You smile politely at the person who recognizes you and leaves the Mercedes garage to go to the Red Bull garage. You can feel George’s eyes on you when he sees you kissing his worst enemy on the track.

His hands rest on your hips, visibly surprised by this situation change. After all, a few hours ago, you made him understand that you wanted nothing more, and now you’re kissing him in front of everyone.

“I didn’t change my mind.” You say, getting away. “I’m just playing a long game.” You smirk and get out of the way. 

Leaving the garage to find your place at the paddock club. 

Let's just say this race has been brutal. 

George wins, and your lover DNF.

The first thing George did? 

Grabbing your face to kiss you, unable to let you go. 

“You’re right. I’m just Ken.”

[oleander-nin]

The Weight of a Letter(3)

A/N: Y'all I don't know a thing about basketball. My bad. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

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Words: 3617

Content warnings: mentions of stalking and paranoia, elevators, mention of not wearing a seatbelt(wear your seatbelt or I will smack you), my writing, multi-chap fic

Summary: The first one I received was innocent. Nothing more than a love letter from a secret admirer. But as more letters came, so did the fear and paranoia. Guess secret admirers aren't so romantic after all.

Chapter 3: A Watchful Eye

Silencing the countless reminders and notifications I had set to remind myself of Irma’s basketball game, I continued eating my breakfast. I chew through my cereal, scrolling through various social media apps as I wait for my brain to reboot. My head was heavy and throbbing slightly, most likely from dehydration. This morning was hard to recuperate, it was like my body shut down after the stress from last night. I frown, closing my eyes as I try to process my emotions. I knew this was coming for months, but now that they  actually left? Nothing felt real. I thought I would feel more free, no longer having my parents constantly looking over my shoulder and monitoring everything they did, but instead I felt numb. The world was too slow and fast at the same time, everything was too quiet but oh so mind numbingly loud. I didn’t like being alone. I didn’t want to be alone. Maybe Irma would stay over with me for a bit.

My phone buzzes again, another notification popping on my screen and bringing me out of my head. I tap on the messaging app, grinning at Irma’s good morning message. My leg bounces a bit as I wish her luck on the game and tell her my estimated time of arrival at the school. My phone gets set on the counter as I stand, my hands clasping above my head as I stretch and pop my back. I move through the kitchen, blinking tiredly as I set my cereal bowl in the sink. I quickly wash it, not wanting to cause a pile up of dishes for me in the future. If it sat in the sink for more than a day, I knew I would never touch it.

I move back to my room and grab my planned clothes, moving to the bathroom to take a shower with the bundle of clothes in my arms. I set my outfit in the sink, making sure it was dry before I did so. I look at the mirror for a moment, scanning my face. My hand comes up to touch my cheek, pulling at the skin as I tilt my head. My eyebags were evident, sleepless nights catching up to me and shouting my bad sleeping habits from the top of their lungs. I sigh, turning away from the mirror with a small frown. It would be fine, I just needed to ignore it. I will sleep better tonight and sleep in tomorrow. It would be fine.

I step into the shower, flinching slightly when the cold water from the shower head hits me. I reach my hands up to scrub at my hair, trying to ignore the bite of cold from the water. I dump a generous amount of shampoo in my hand, running it through my hair as the water finally starts to warm. Steam slowly rises from the water, filling the room with its heavy fog. I let the water run down my back for a moment, sighing softly as my hands rest at the base of my neck. I needed this, my brain finally calming as my eyes shut. The water continues to thrum against my skin as I continue to wash myself, being mindful not to slip on the tiles that lined the floor of the shower. 

I turn off the shower head, turning the knob until water stopped coming out. I run a hand through my hair, trying to dry it a bit before stepping out, water dripping off me and onto the small mat protecting the floor. I wrap a towel around me, drying off while I run a brush through my damp hair. Satisfied with the less tangled strands, I set the brush down and change into my outfit. The bright purple and red colors of our school adorn the jersey I wore over my hoodie, Irma’s number shown big and bright on the front. I run my hand through my damp hair one last time, trying to relieve some of the energy building up in my chest. My head buzzed with thoughts, not resting for even a moment. I needed to go, Irma was waiting. I walk back through the apartment and into the kitchen, grabbing my phone and slipping it into my pocket along with the keys I threw in the center bowl on the table.

I exit my apartment and lock the door behind me, resting my forehead against the cardboardy wood for a moment. I push myself off and start to walk down the hall and to the elevator. I hit the button once, moving to the side in case anyone needed to exit when the doors opened. The elevator arrives with a small ding, and I enter into the contraction, pressing the button for the first floor before moving to a corner and trying to press myself into the wall. The small chimes of a marimba sound as the elevator moves down. It was nice, being able to stand there for a moment with the light music sounding. The elevator doors opened again, allowing me to exit. I rush out, keeping my head down in case one of the older residents tries to rope me into a conversation.

The cool air of the outdoors hits me, the sky overhead cloudy and dark. Outside was damp, the sky showing signs of rain that threatened to fall. I scan the clouds for a moment, grimacing. I didn’t want to get caught in the rainstorm. I start to walk towards the school, debating whether or not I needed to run. I roll my shoulders before sighing. It was a ten minute walk to the school, and I didn’t trust those clouds. But if I ran, I would get winded by the time I was at the school and possibly sweaty. I didn’t want people to stare. But they would also stare if I was sopping wet from the rain. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath before nodding to myself. I would walk until it started to rain. Hopefully It would all work out in my favor.

I take one step when I feel a drop hit my head. Then another. Then another. I start to sprint towards the school as the sky opens up, unleashing its anger on the world as lightning starts to light up the world in place of the sun. I stick my hood over my head and run, grimacing as water starts to soak through my clothes. This was just my luck. I huff as I keep running, my arms pumping at my side as I stride forward in quick succession. A ten minute walk turns into a five minute run, my sneakers skidding on the pavement as I reach the school. A familiar chill runs down my spine, my head whipping around to look for eyes. I see nothing, only seeing cars pulling up with kids coming to watch the game. I scan the rooftops, thinking I would see the shadows as always, but the nearby buildings held none.

I open the door to the school and enter, the cold of the AC making me shiver. My dampened clothes clung to my skin, my hair pasting itself on my forehead and neck. I wipe my wet hands on my shorts, the squeaking of my shoes echoing through the dark halls of the school. I duck into the gym, making my way into the bleachers as I scan the bobbing heads on the court for Irma, both teams warming up with hoop shots and runs. I sit at the top, leaning my back against the white concrete wall of the gym. Taking off my wet hoodie, I sigh a bit. Being damp was not ideal. Hopefully I would dry off a bit during the duration of the game. I take the jersey off the hoodie and slip it over my shirt, holding my hoodie in my lap. The referee blows their whistle and the players line up, Irma shaking hands with the other captain. I lean forwards, resting my elbows on my knees as I watch the game start. Irma ended up being the one to get the ball between the captains, having jumped higher than the other and won the tip-off.

Watching Irma play was like watching a fish in water. She moves fluidly with her team, the ball seeming to be more of an additional limb than a random orange rubber ball. Irma had always tried to get me into basketball with her. I had tried, when we were both back in middle school, but had  given up after the ball rebounded from the backboard and went straight into my face. My nose was broken and my pride was too shattered to try and join the team. I played still, of course. Just never on a team. The local basketball court was my preferred way to play the game Irma and I's rounds of horse and around the world being superior to the actual game.

I cheered loudly when Irma got another basket, her lanky body dropping back to the ground after gravity caught up to her. I was convinced Irma was more rabbit than human, her quick movements and high jumps seeming inhuman. The game was going fast, Irma's team dominating as always. She passes to one of her teammates, who turns around and shoots the ball. I wince when she misses the basket, understanding her embarrassment. The opposing team gains the ball and the game goes on, Irma’s team doing their best to stop them from scoring a basket.

I watch the game with a wide grin, excitement building up in my chest, the impressive way the girls moved on the court sending shivers down my spine. My leg bounces, a constant thud of my sneakers against the metal of the bleachers bringing some peace to my jittery nerves. My hair raises on end while I watch, my brain stuttering to a halt. I glance around, peeling my eyes from the game and to the crowd, searching for the eyes I could feel burning into me. Down at the opposite bleachers, my eyebrows furrow as I make eye contact with someone who was shrouded in shadow, their face barely peeking out from where they hid under the bleachers. My heart sinks into my stomach as I continue to stare back at the figure, my mouth gone dry.

I couldn’t make anything out about them, their body distorted by shadows and the metal seats of the bleachers. I could tell they were wearing a purple hoodie, but that was it. I shift uncomfortably, looking back at the game as I try to focus once more. Irma’s team won the first half, taking a ten minute break for intermission. A part of me wanted to go down to Irma and tell her about the figure, to recruit her help in finding the person who was hiding under the bleachers. I glance back at where they were but see… Nothing. No one was there. I squint at the gaps between the seats, trying to find the mystery person. I couldn’t see anything, no one was there. 

I huff a bit, annoyed with myself. Of course they weren’t there, I was just seeing things again. I stand up and set my hoodie down where I was sitting, making my way down the bleachers to go buy some food from the concession stand. I wait in the short line while scanning the poster board menu, thinking over whether I should buy the slice of pizza or the hot dog.

I make my order, eating my food as I walk back over to the bleachers. My eyes drift over to the opposite side, looking at where I saw the figure standing. Watching. A shiver runs down my spine as I think about it, the feeling of the shadowed eyes raking over my skin was nightmare fuel. I quickly scarf down the rest of my food, wiping my mouth with the back of my wrist as I walk over to the opposite side of bleachers. I duck under them, looking through the shadows to see if I could find any proof of the figure. My hand rests on one of the poles holding the seats up, chewing on the inside of my cheek as I stare into the empty space. Nothing was here.

Sighing in defeat, I turn around. Running my hands through my hair, I walk out from under the bleachers and back towards my seat, patting at my legs as I do so. I pick back up my hoodie and sit down, leaning against the wall. My eyebrows furrow as I continue to stare at the spot the figure stood, racking my brain for a reason. Was I really just imagining it? It was plausible, knowing my history with the many shadows this past few months. Maybe my paranoia was just spiking and my brain filled in the blanks. I roll my shoulders and pop my back, my attention turning to the third quarter of the basketball game. It didn’t matter, nothing was there. It was just my imagination playing tricks on me. Again.

The last two quarters of the game go by fast, Irma’s team dominating as always. I stand up as the game ends, walking down the bleachers to stand on the sideline while all the players shake hands. Irma talks idly with her teammates, drinking at her water as she bounces on her feet. I see Irma’s dad in the bleachers, his arms crossed as he watches the players and audience disperse. Her dad meets my eye, a smile spreading across his face as he waves. I wave back. I was happy he came considering how much he worked. He was a trucker and was constantly on the road to deliver whatever he was hauling. I was surprised I didn’t notice him earlier, his large build and bushy red beard were quite eye-catching.

Her father finally stands up as Irma yells up at him, waving her long arms in a wide arch. Her father beams at his daughter, his booming voice sounding as he shouts back his praise. His sure steps thud slightly as he walks down the metal bleachers, his heavy work boots not helping the sound. Her father was always loud, his voice no lower than a boom. He was big, both in personality and person, able to captivate an entire room in an instant. 

I watch awkwardly as her dad picks Irma up, swinging her taller form around with ease as she laughs. His large hand ruffles her head, a small pit of guilt forming in my stomach. I wanted my parents to act with me like that, to hold me and celebrate my achievements. Irma’s dad might not always be with her in the moment, but he tried his hardest to support her in every opportunity. I admired that, his determination to make her as proud of him as he was of her. I remember when we were kids, taking us to the park to run around, how he gave Irma her first basketball and taught her how to play.

“You’re in your head again, you okay?” Irma’s dad takes me out of my thoughts, his large hand clasping my shoulder tightly as he shakes me gently. His gruff voice was comforting, Irma’s head poking over her fathers shoulder while she stares down at me. I shake my head, a wide grin spreading across my face. I shouldn’t envy Irma for her dad, considering he took me in as his second child years ago. He taught us both to drive, taught us both to cook, taught us both to live. In every way that mattered, he was my dad too. As far as he was concerned, I was just as much his kid as Irma. Especially considering he started introducing me as his kid years ago.

I shake my thoughts away, grinning up at the pair. “I’m all good Mr. Campbell, thank you.”

He nods, clapping me on the shoulder twice before straightening up. “Call me Tony. I’ve known you since you were born, you don’t have to be formal.” He says, as he always did. Irma’s dad hated the formality, hated the responsibility that he claimed came with ‘Mr’. His name was Antonio and he refused to even go by that, always saying it was ‘too fancy’ for him. I’ve only seen one person use his full name without correction, and that was the principal. He didn’t like the principal. 

Tony grabs both me and Irma by the shoulder, pushing us in front of him. Irma laughs slightly, grabbing me by the hand and pulling me forwards. Tony follows behind, Irma starting to babble on about her game. I listen closely, grinning as I compliment her on her impressive playing skills. We make it to the entrance of the school, Tony’s blue 1987 Chevy Silverado sitting in the parking lot. I look at it for a second, tilting my head. Tony notices my look, opening the door and ushering us in. “I thought we’d go for ice cream. I know you two go out for dinner after a game, but I wanted to take you both to ice cream for celebration. Do ya mind movin’ ya’s dinner t’ ‘morrow?"

“Not at all.” I say, sliding into the middle ‘seat’ of the Chevy. It’s more of a couch than a car seat, and I pull the small seatbelt over my lap while Irma buckles in on the passenger side. She was taller, so she got the side seat, her seatbelt pulling crossbody. Irma’s dad grabs the frame of the car, using the momentum of his pull to get into the car. He slams the door shut, jiggling it to make sure it was in place and wouldn’t swing open mid drive. Irma pulls out her phone and starts checking her notifications, leaning on me as she scrolls through her apps. Her eyes flick to her dad as he starts the engine, her brow furrowing.

“Seatbelt, dad.” She reminds. He grumbles, sticking his tongue out at her. I grin. Mr. Campbell was always fun.

“Can’t, ’s not fat friendly,” Tony pats his large stomach, frowning slightly as he puts the car in gear. “And the dang things are useless in this truck, they don’t lock like a normal cars.”

Despite his argument, he puts his seatbelt on, pouting like a small child. He was always one for car safety, being a trucker himself, but he always had a hard time with the seatbelt in this truck. It was tight over the lap and loose over the body. Tony’s larger frame made it more or less choke him whenever he tried to change gears. I lean back on the plush seat, looking over Irma’s shoulder as she scrolls through her phone.

“Why’d you go under the bleachers during the intermission?” Irma asks, glancing up at me inbetween her rounds of her phone’s game. I wince slightly, rubbing at my neck.

“Thought I saw someone down there. My eyes were playing tricks again.” I explain. Irma nods, patting my knee in quick comfort. Tony glances at me, a small frown bringing his lips down.

“You still seeing them shadows?” He asks, not moving his gaze from the road in front of him. I nod, fiddling with my fingers. Tony blows air out while his mouth is pressed together, making his lips rumble in a small vibrating noise. “Try put’ta mask on ya’s noggin’.”

I snort slightly. “That’s for tigers.” I say, shaking my head with a grin. Tony shrugs, patting the steering wheel.

“If it works, it works.” He says simply. Irma puts her phone back in her pocket, turning her attention to the both of us. The buildings went past as Mr. Campbell continued to drive, his hands steady on the wheel. 

“Do you want to stay with us tonight?” Irma suggests, looking at her dad in case he denies her suggestion. Tony seems to brighten at the suggestion instead, nodding eagerly.

He claps his hand as he pulls into the parking lot of the ice cream store, grinning widely at his daughter's suggestion. “Yes, yes, great idea. I was gonna make a big pot of spaghetti, and we need someone to help eat it. Plus, your’s parents left last night right? It’s only best you stay with us.”

I laugh slightly, Irma shaking her head at her dad’s enthusiasm to have me stay. We walk into the ice cream shop, waiting in line as her dad starts talking excitedly about the dinner he was planning on making. Irma leans into me, whispering softly as she watches her dad talk. “He wasn’t planning on making spaghetti, he just wants you to stay the night. He’d adopt you if given the chance.”

I snort at that. Tony had been trying to get me to call him dad for as long as I remember, joking with my parents at every chance that he’d just steal me so he could have a second kid. We move up to the counter, ordering our ice cream and Tony finally stops his spaghetti talk. We sit down at one of the booths, digging into our respective cones. Irma asks about a new pin on her dad’s hat, Tony starting on a new story about his trucking adventures and the gas station he got it from. I settle into the booth, eating my ice cream with a smile. Even if my own parents left, I would always have Irma and her dad keeping me close. Everything would be okay.

[manatee-rp-memes]

Muppets From Space (1999) Sentence Starters

~Feel free to tweak as needed~

"Hey, wait for me! Hold the boat! I'm coming!"

"What are you, anyway?"

"No, I don't wanna be alone! No, no, no!"

"I had that weird dream again."

"It's just that I'm sick and tired of being a one-of-a-kind freak, that's all."

"I don't even know where I came from or who I am."

"He didn't mean it! He's just a musician!"

"I’m on a schedule. What have you got?"

"Over the past few months, we have received some unusual communications."

"We are highly evolved beings."

"Put a little more paprika on those, okay? Thank you."

"I wonder if there really is life on other planets."

"Have you seen something in the sky but were afraid to talk about it?"

"Okay, I am not gonna panic... Who am I kidding? Yes I am!"

"You see, I was contacted through my breakfast cereal, and it was confirmed to me by the cosmic fish that I am definitely from outer space."

"Look, chumpo, I'm just trying to get a story."

"This seemingly ordinary rubber ducky actually contains invisibility spray. However, the effect is, sadly, temporary."

"I've been looking for something like you all my life. And now, at last, my search has come to an end."

"Don't... laugh... at me!"

"Could I get your autograph?"

"I'll make your back crack, your knees freeze, and your liver quiver."

"He just likes to hang out with his birds. Know what I mean?"

"I really need that information. So, I'm afraid we'll have to perform an invasive quadra-lobal brain probe on you and pluck it from your head."

"Where are you taking me?"

"No matter what happens, no matter what obstacles we face, we never forget one of our own."

"Well, well, well. We got a funny boy here."

"This is just like one of those carny rides."

"You're just trying to play mind games here."

"Tell me I'm beautiful, sweetheart!"

"You are beautiful, sweetheart."

"Should we just ask permission from those nice men with the rifles?"

"Have you ever experienced any achiness in your tentacles?"

"Listen. You guys go ahead. I gotta go find my friend."

"Behold! Irrefutable evidence of extraterrestrial life!"

"So sorry I got you into this mess. Thanks for coming to save me."

"Whoa. Now, now. Remember, calm blue ocean. You let it go. Baby steps, remember?"

"When we pull together, we can do anything."

"Get me the subatomic neutro-destabilizer."

"We'll be chilling in our hot tub later on. Perhaps you'd like to partake in the party."

"No, no, not me. I do not do goodbyes."

"Thank you for going to so much trouble to find me."

"That was probably the best day of my whole life."

[janitor-figure-a]

transcript that might not be up to code under the cut

Austin: um

Ali: I just want to say, I'll probably edit this but, this is an important thing for Keith. The quarters is like a game thing that everybody can use during the down time and not a special place to describe your bedroom which is what i also thought it was

Dre: mmm

Keith: Oh no! Mine doesn't describe my bedroom mine describes that i become a bedroom

Austin:  oh okay, sure sure sure, okay 

Sylvi: (overlapping) oh cool!

Keith: yes

Austin: and a modest library

Many overlapping

Ali: (overlapping) people can enjoy it

 Keith: and a modest library, yes. 

Janine: wait what, a bedroom that,what

Keith:   Everyone is free to enjoy..

Janine:  a bedroom that people can what, i need to know

Keith:  do whatever there's a breakfast nook, there's a bookshelf

Austin:  Ali: Keith laughing

Austin:  you can't! 

Sylvi:  oh yeah man x2

Ali: the midnight sunset fanfic inside of Phrygian 

Janine:  oh god

Dre: oh boy

Keith:  on top of, around, i mean, i don't know, within??

Austin: on top of!

Dre: oh yeah i'm sure who’s on top is a very important part of that fanfic bud

Austin:  no one does it like us, i just wanna say

Sylvi:  also i feel 

Austin:  Im sorry yall have a tactical map but no other show has a character who can become a bedroom you can fuck in, soooo… That's probably not true somebody is probably doing it harder than us ill be honest

Dre: yeah that's in transformers for sure

Austin: god. Transformers, i dont go here, i don't go to transformers but transformers seems truly next level these days

Sylvi:  um, i have distinct memories over a decade ago my friend, my dear friend mike finding bad transformers fanfiction that had this basically happen 

Austin: shout outs

Sylvi:  with R2D2 and optimus prime 

Austin:  oh my fucking god

Janine:  what…

Austin: they could make it work

Keith: but did they transform into a bed or where they just..?

Janine: R2D2 can't transform,

Sylvi: i don't know how much i should get into honestly on the show, we’re already pushing it

Austin: we’re gonna move on

Keith: I just meant you could have cereal there! if you wanted, is what i meant

Austin: in the bedroom??!!!

Keith: There's a breakfast nook!

Austin: ah there's a breakfast nook

Dre: yeah yeah yeah, it's important

Janine: this is a studio apartment you could be a studio apartment

Keith: it’s a studio apartment, yes

Janine: okay

Austin: I do, I mean, here's the thing. The blue channel did not have a studio apartment in it before. This is serving a social function like, you know, sometimes you wanna hang out in the studio apartment. I live in a studio apartment. It's nice to be here, you know?

Keith: Everyone desires to take a nap in a weird bed. Right? Like a hotel room or ah, you go to an air bnb. 

Everyone loves spending a night in a bed that's not their normal bed. I think that that's, nearly universal

Austin: and that's one of the services we offer here, 

Keith: the blue channel has a extra bed that anyone can use

Austin: and it can change! It can presumably change the bed from day to day. It’s you!

Keith: yeah, it's like a mood ring

Austin: ah interesting

Keith: the genres on the bookshelf change

Austin: that’s fun

Keith: oh don't catch me on a non-fiction day 

Ali: laughs

Keith: oh do not, you do not wanna mess with Phrygian when the shelves are stocked with like, 

biographies

Austin: bad yeah bad mood i got you

[shitolodise]

Hii peeps, i've made some TF2 morning routine headcanons, bc i'm obesesed with this game and i can never stop thinking about all of the mercs

keep in mind eng isn't my first language so there could be some stuff wrong haha (cries in brazilian)

Scout

One of the last to wake up, usually leaves the room already dressed, his social energy already replenished, having more energy than the others to talk. He starts the day with cereal and milk, and as soon as he's done Scout invites, anyone who has time, to play baseball with him.

Mostly cheerful, Scout tends to crack jokes in the morning, trying to make conversation and asking how everyone's night went, always talking about the dreams he had, if Miss Pauling isn't involved, of course.

Soldier

very punctual, every day he wakes up at 7 am, has a hearty breakfast (bacon and eggs with orange juice, American stuff), and already leaves to put on his uniform, his time outside varies between target shooting, unnecessarily running for hours without stop, break the necks of criminals for America, taking care of the raccoons in Merasmus' house, go back and wake up the others who are still sleeping.

He already wakes up in a good mood and energized, talking loudly in the morning resulting in sometimes waking up the other men. If it's not Scout who is bringing up the subject or telling stories, that role is Soldier’s, that is if he comes back home during the others' breakfast.

Pyro

Wakes up around 8 am, his mood usually already being high up. He likes apple juice and pancakes for breakfast or sweeter things in general. After eating, Pyro goes from setting small things on fire or drawing and watching cartoons on TV.

Always cheerful, he rarely wakes up angry. He comes out of his room already hopping and waving to the other mercenaries.

Demoman

It varies on how he slept last night, depending on how drunk he was. Demo gets out of bed looking in the fridge for anything that has alcohol in it, going so far as to pour vodka into his coffee cup. It is normal to find him walking dizzy through the halls of the house, or sleeping in a random corner of the backyard. He is usually the one who agrees to play baseball with Scout, even though most of the time he has to stop playing because he is too dizzy.

Demoman goes between babbling shit when he wakes up / talking in his sleep (yes, in the middle of the breakfast table), or laughing along with Soldier / Scout. Aside from being drunk, it's hard to see the Demoman wake up in a bad mood or sad unless he doesn't find anything alcoholic in the fridge.

Heavy

he is already up around 8/9 in the morning, a chamomile tea is what he normally drinks in the morning accompanied by his sandwich. He likes to spend his free time reading a book or just sitting in front of the base enjoying the morning breeze, if possible talking to Medic.

Heavy isn't much of a talker when he first wakes up, answering others shortly and quickly, Soldier and Scout’s stories helping him wake up faster, eliciting a few laughs from him. Despite this, Heavy wakes up with a neutral personality, what will happen throughout the morning decides how his mood will be.

Engineer

What time he wakes up depends on how much sleep he had last night as he has a habit of having brainstorms at ⅔ in the morning. When he wakes up, he already takes coffee from the coffee maker, adding milk depending on how much energy he needs in the morning. After eating anything easy he finds in the cupboard, he goes straight to his workshop to finish what he started the previous morning.

Difficult to wake up in a bad mood, he always leaves the room with a smile on his face and greets others, it takes a few moments to become talkative, but after a cup of coffee, he starts to interact better.

Medic

Due to insomnia, Medic tends to wake up very early, already up at 6 am. His first idea is to look at the things he was doing before going to sleep in an attempt to bring his sleepiness back, if that fails, after a few hours, Medic leaves his lab and goes straight to the kitchen to eat something, going about his day as usual. Most of the time his choice is tea (especially when he can't get back to sleep) and something simple to go with it like biscuits, then go back to work on what he was doing before going to the kitchen.

It takes time to "wake up". His mood most times is not the best, easily irritated by too much noise in the morning. He tends to give others dry good mornings, paying more attention to the thoughts running through his head and after a few minutes he finally snaps back to reality. Usually, it's Heavy who can talk to him best.

Sniper

Between the last and the first to wake up since he sleeps outside the base / in his van, it depends on how good his night of sleep was. Starts the day with a strong black coffee, not too much sugar, a slice of bread with butter being a good enough breakfast, and when with patience a fried egg. He gets dressed when he wakes up if he hasn't already slept in his clothes. When he leaves the van, his first hobby, if not seeing the others, is target shooting or watching a program recorded on a cassette tape.

Always looking tired, his social battery is usually very low in the morning and it's even hard to see him out of the van shortly after waking up, but that doesn't stop him from laughing at Scout's jokes or missing the chance to make fun of Spy at the first opportunity that arises.

Spy

He wakes up around 6 am (the first one to wake up) since he likes the silence and his alone time. Usually, he has breakfast, does some kind of exercise or stretching, and gets dressed, staying in his smoking room reading some magazines or books until the others wake up.

His mood starts good when he wakes up, normally calm and with a smile on his face, that is until the others wake up, causing him to revert to his ordinary serious personality.