#but also I’m close to giving up on it lawl

[poyell]

Yuta ^_^😳

[virdemption]

Tower and Beast Parallels

I have ideas for other things but here I am writing about a STP speculation I have had for a few days now. The Tower and The Beast I find to be very similar to one another. Despite their very conflicting appearances, with The Tower taking the form of a powerful goddess and The Beast a shadowy, feral animal, they both convey just about the same idea. Why?

Each route, like almost every other route in the game, involves the Hero being killed by the Princess. In which you get The Tower, she suffocates you under her slight frame as described by the Narrator, and The Beast can be obtained in a few other methods albeit the primary jist of it all involves her attacking you like an animal, similar to The Witch for example.

Very different ways to go out, yes, but what unites both deaths this way in Chapter 1 involves the option to Give Up trying to kill her. You could most certainly give her everything you’ve got, yet you chose not to. After all, it's pointless to resist her and a little splinter clutched in trembling hands won’t save you from her at this rate. The idea is that by now you’ve accepted the fact that she’s too much to bear for even your hands, and if you, the only person capable of slaying her, can’t do it? The world was destined to end from the very beginning.

Voice Of the Broken and Voice Of the Hunted also share close similarities to one another. They’re both much quieter than some of the other voices while speaking softly, VOTB doing so in a more careless, almost angry tone at some points and VOTH in a skittish, nervous, whispered manner. Although, both convey hopelessness in their situation, with quotes such as “I’m not being a pessimist. I’m just being realistic.” and “You’re afraid, aren’t you? Just like us.” in these negative tones.

Quotes from both voices are also very applicable to the other’s respective Princess, especially VOTB. Dialogue such as “She probably doesn’t even need to try to overpower us.” and “We don’t feel small. We are small.” are extremely applicable to The Beast’s entirety, really. Most importantly the line “She’s so much more than us. You wouldn’t understand what it feels like to be in her presence.” because it matches almost perfectly with The Hero’s situation against The Tower at the time VOTB says this. And The Beast says to The Hero; “I’m so much more than you, and a little splinter clutched in trembling hands won’t save you from me.”

While The Beast has no physical appearance in the new demo (An old design in demo 1 exists but is safe to assume outdated) she is very monstrous, she has a paw, a talon, wings, fangs. Glowing eyes that pierce through you (Like The Tower!). That’s all that’s known about her, and if The Nightmare has proven anything, it’s that scary unknown thing = gonna kill you run away now. The devs have even joked about it lawl. With what we know about The Beast’s appearance alongside how she speaks to The Hero, she is clearly a bloodthirsty predator. Another quote from VOTB, “Please don’t. I’d rather the Princess kill us again than see how dreadful we are.”, applies here. The player and the voices are implied to be scared. The Beast fills them with dread.

At first glance, there is almost nothing to say about The Tower, and it almost stayed that way when I started writing. Her mere presentation steals the words right out of my mouth. You knew just about exactly what to expect from her the moment you stepped foot into the cabin. Her booming voice rolls up the stairs. “Is that a guest I hear? Don’t linger on the stairs. Come down and witness me.” Something that The Tower does that The Beast doesn’t is that it takes virtually nothing for her to make you see how severe your situation is. You the player are already shaking your boots (or horny) hearing her voice for the very first time. Would VOTH be put in this situation, he’d fall to his metaphorical knees just as VOTB would have. “Impatient. Or maybe eager.” describes The Tower’s tone of voice just as well as it does The Beast. “Does a cat lie to a cornered mouse to play with its freedom, or is it just acting out its nature?” She’s got you in her claws and has made you drop yours.

“The jungle is pressing in on us… hiding her from view. She could be anywhere.” the Princess is omnipresent regardless.

I’m not good at conclusion so… And them’s the facts.

[yami-yomiel]

More GTMC sillies

OK SO, this is a part 2 to the other one i did a while back; this one is more daydream/idea based; anyways let’s get to it! This is a collection and no they’re not dated or in order. -

“Took you long enough.” Evelin muttered and opened the window, carefully walking onto Adam’s hand.

He was huge, and not like the ‘normal’ huge it was more ‘if he stood up his head would be obscured by the clouds’ type of huge. She took a deep breath of the cool air and flopped onto his palm, her head resting on his thenar (aka the soft squishy part of your hands). He took a (frankly large) finger and rubbed circles onto Eve’s back, being careful not to apply too much pressure here or there. “I missed you” they both whispered.

[based off the song Sweetness by Yes, thank @fruitysillyladofgt for this one ^^]

-The next two are about thatcher BUT it’s really vague lol

The bedroom was pitch black, You couldn't see anything besides vague shapes and light peeking from under the door. The only thing you could hear was light snoring, this immediately piqued your interest. You climbed up the draping covers (secretly jealous of the owner) and grasped at the mattress covers, making sure that every inch of your tiny body was on the soft bed. Your little moment of admiring your 'handiwork' was interrupted by yet another snore, this one louder than the last. Before you could properly investigate a big hand nabbed you and pulled you closer. Getting your bearings you realized the situation, the giant's warm body and soft heartbeat, his gentle breath upon your face. You turned as red as a strawberry as you tried to (gently) push his hand off, however it just wouldn't budge. It also didn't help that the more you stayed like this the more weak your efforts were, everytime you closed your eyes you 'risked' falling asleep. Soon, you just gave up and let your eyes rest, the warmth of the giant's hand acting as a cover and his chest a pillow.

[2nd one was related to something i drew, not the same day as above]

Imagine traversing over him trying your hardest NOT to wake him up. But every time he takes a deep breathe it feels like a rocking ship. I bet you can feel how warm he is under your hands (mine are cold rn so that’s why i say that LAWL) and you’re holding back all the urges to just lay on his stomach. Assuming he’ll stay in that position because i am a fan of the ‘character shift around in their sleep’ I’m not projecting i swear. Also to answer your question, HE WOULD. But not like in teh uniform, i imagine he just has the dress shirt and tie (loosed by a lot) and he just flops on the house, this is ALSO under the assumption that he CAN get good shut eye because you know <//3

[I think Thatchie deserves some shut eye mkay?]

-last one, this is based off something @/fruitysillyladofgt also drew MUWAHAHAH

I can imagine something like this; perhaps you and Jonah know each other, perhaps you feel self conscious about how small you are compared to him. You shift awkwardly under his gaze, standing on tall objects and what not- most often then not you get stuck up there and he has to bring you down. One day you get stuck and he just holds you close. “Why’re you like this’ he mutters. “I dunno, i just hate being small” you offhandedly comment, waving your little hands. “But why, i think it’s cool to be small, think of it like this” he starts to think of something simple. “You can get my trinkets from behind my desk!” It’s true, you’ve done that time and time again because well that’s what friends are for! Jonah starts thinking of another thing “uhh, you’re good at hide and seek?” He shrugs. “Well, i did win like 11-5” you smugly announce. “Shut up” Jonah held you up to his face, his lips pressing against your small body. “See, being small isn’t that bad, sides, it’s easier to give u all the kisses i want!” You giggle under all the affection, guess it’s ok to feel or rather be small.

[ok that’s enough entertainment for today, tune in Next time to hear more silly g/ting

[smashlawlai]

Here’s a Super Smash Bros. Lawl moveset for Duncan from Total Drama:

Reveal Trailer:

The trailer opens with Duncan lounging in a messy, rebellious room, playing a guitar. He gets a notification about a Smash Bros. invite and smirks. The scene shifts to the Smash Bros. arena, where Duncan walks in with his signature leather jacket and a defiant attitude. He flips a switch on his guitar, and the screen flashes: "Duncan’s Ready to Rock the Arena!"

Moveset:

Duncan’s moveset reflects his punk rock persona, rebellious nature, and physical strength.

Neutral B (Guitar Smash):

Description: Duncan strums his guitar, sending out sound waves that damage and push back opponents. If charged, the sound waves become more powerful and can disorient enemies.

Inspiration: Represents his punk rock attitude and his use of music as a weapon.

Side B (Punk Punch):

Description: Duncan delivers a powerful, straight punch with a burst of energy. This move has a good range and can knock opponents back. It can also break through defenses with a well-timed hit.

Inspiration: Reflects his rebellious nature and physical strength.

Down B (Rebel Roll):

Description: Duncan rolls across the ground, dealing damage to opponents in his path. The roll has a quick start-up and can be used to dodge attacks or get up close to enemies.

Inspiration: Showcases his agile and unpredictable fighting style.

Up B (Crowd Surf):

Description: Duncan leaps into the air and performs a crowd-surfing maneuver. During the jump, he can strike opponents with his guitar or body slam them. This move helps with recovery and can catch opponents off guard.

Inspiration: Reflects his punk rock energy and his connection with rebellious crowds.

Final Smash (Punk Rock Rampage):

Description: Duncan summons a stage-wide punk rock concert where he and his band perform an intense, high-energy song. The concert causes massive damage to all opponents on stage with powerful sound waves and stage effects. The final part of the attack features Duncan crowd-surfing while the stage is lit with colorful lights and confetti.

Inspiration: Captures the essence of his rebellious spirit and his love for punk rock music.

Taunts:

Up Taunt: Duncan plays a quick riff on his guitar and says, “Rock on!”

Side Taunt: He adjusts his leather jacket and says, “Let’s make some noise!”

Down Taunt: Duncan gives a punk rock salute and says, “I’m here to shake things up!”

Victory Poses:

1. Victory Pose 1: Duncan stands with his guitar slung over his shoulder, flashing a confident smile and saying, “That was awesome!”

2. Victory Pose 2: He does a quick air guitar solo with a cheeky grin, saying, “Looks like I’m the top rocker here!”

3. Victory Pose 3: Duncan poses with his arms outstretched and a triumphant smirk, saying, “Victory’s got a new name—Duncan!”

Defeat Pose:

Defeat Pose: Duncan slumps against his guitar with a defeated sigh, saying, “Well, that didn’t go as planned.”

[sopebubbles]

Resolutions

Summary: It's NYE and your best friends Min Yoongi, Kim Taehyung, Jung Hoseok, and Kim Seokjin are throwing a party. All their friends are going to be there, including your ex Jackson.

Genre: College AU, Angst, but with a happy ending, New Year's Eve

WC: 13k

WARNINGS: A lot of profanity, Recreational use of alcohol and cannabis. You use alcohol to cope with mostly unnamed shit in your life, so if you are sensitive to that please avoid and take care of yourself. Also we deal with some mental health here. I am not condoning how she handles her business but real life is real life, you know?

A/n: I chose to include the guys from GOT7 as extras in this au because I adapted this from something I wrote for a C-POP band last year and when I had to think about who in KPOP could fill the bad guy role I just really wanted it to be Jackson. I LOVE Jackson Wang, so no hate here. I just really feel like he could pull it off.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

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Jin, Hoseok, Yoongi and Taehyung are your neighbors. You’ve known them since freshman year when you all lived on the same floor. Jin and Hoseok are a year older, seniors now, but you’ve all been close ever since you met. You met Jackson through Jay and Yugyeom who are in a dance club with Hoseok, Yoongi and Taehyung. You and Jackson have been on and off again for almost two years now, ever since he kissed you in the middle of spring semester your freshman year. You fell for his smiles and his jokes like a fucking idiot. And you fell hard. And sometimes it’s hard to get back on your feet, like now, when you’re off again. Usually you’re off when it’s convenient for him, like when he goes home over breaks. This year he didn’t break up with you before leaving for Christmas like he did last year. No, instead he broke up with you between Christmas and New Years, via text.

You pull yourself out of bed reluctantly. The dress you bought especially for NYE is hanging on your closet door. It’s not all that flashy because you know you’re just going over to the guys’ house, but you bought it to wear with Jackson, and it’s all you have now. You drag yourself to the shower and wash out your greasy breakup hair. You hate that you’re fucking pathetic for Jackson, and your friends hate it to, but they can only lecture you so many times. Your hair’s not dry yet, but Hoseok is still blowing up your phone, and he’s about to come over and make a scene so you snatch your dress off the door and walk across the street to their house. Taehyung answers the door in a cloud of smoke.

“Hey, babe,” he lawls.

“Are you even going to make it to midnight?” you ask, looking at his blood shot eyes. It’s almost 7 pm.

“Hopefully not,” he grins. He closes the door and offers you his bong. You have no shits left to give so you drop your dress on the floor and take the bong and the lighter he has extended to you. You take a big rip and Hoseok comes down the stairs as you’re coughing your lungs out.

“That’s enough,” Hobi says, and Taehyung takes the bong back and heads to the couch to keep watching youtube videos. “You’re gonna look like shit if I have to do your makeup on your droopy stoner eyes.”

“I’m gonna look like shit regardless,” you complain as he picks your dress up off the ground.

“No you’re not. You’re gonna look hot. Now get your shit together!” he orders and pulls you up the stairs.

Jin sits on the bed scrolling through his phone while Hoseok blowdries your wet hair. It’s nice how it warms you up on the cold evening.

“What did Jungkook mean in the group chat today?” you ask them when he’s done and brushing out your hair.

“What does Kook ever mean?” Hobi asks in reply.

“Don’t lie to me. If you know something, then tell.”

Hoseok looks at Jin, but says nothing.

“Jinnie?” you asked, searchingly.

“Jackson goes out with a lot of girls,”Jin says diplomatically.

“What he does when we are broken up is his own business,” you say quietly, but deep down you already know what Jin says next. It’s in your mind while he takes his time to say it.

“He may not just see other girls while you’re broken up,” he says cautiously. “And he may not just see them.”

“Why didn’t anyone tell me?” you demand to know, but you know it’s unjust.

“Honey, I have tried. You don’t want to listen.”

You pause for a moment before bursting into tears. “I’m such an idiot,” you sob.

“No one here is saying that,” Hoseok tries to soothe you.

“But we are thinking it,” Yoongi says from the doorway. You look around for something to throw at him, but Hoseok keeps his room too neat. Finally you find a hairbrush and lob it at him, but he’s quick and he dodges. “Hey, don’t be mad at me. I just bought a bottle of Jack,” he croons, pulling out a fifth of Jack Daniels he bought for your personal use from behind his back.

You reach your hands out in an infantile “gimme” gesture. Whiskey is your hate liquor, and everyone knows it. After two and a half years of partying together they know you drink vodka on the regular, tequila when you really want to let loose, and whiskey when you want to burn it all down. And tonight, Yoongi knows, you want to burn it all down, and he’s always in charge of the bar.

“Yoongi, I thought I said NOT to get whiskey,” Jin says.

“I heard you. But it’s NYE,” he says, and he approaches you, placing the bottle in your waiting hands. “And baby needs her bottle. Out with the old and in with the new, right, baby?” He pets your hair gently and you should be more upset at how condescending it is but it’s actually nice.

“Right!” you say enthusiastically as you unscrew the cap.

Hoseok pulls the bottle away from you and sets it on the ground behind his back, causing you to frown. “Baby needs to put her makeup on first, or baby’s not gonna make it to the party,” he tsks. You roll your eyes before closing them and let him get started on your face. “You got the playlist ready, Yoongi?”

“Of course,” he says confidently, because he’s always in charge of music, too. “I’ll see you guys in a little while,” he says and goes casually down the stairs to continue setting up.

Hoseok finishes your makeup far more quickly and better than you could have done on your own. He tells you to put on your dress and you follow his orders, not caring that he and Jin are right there, or that the door is still open.

“Can I have my whiskey now?” you ask with an outstretched hand.

“If you want to start drinking now then go down stairs with Yoongi and Taehyung. You can be his problem for the night,” he says acerbically.

You know you probably deserve it. You squat down beside him and kiss him on the cheek as he sits in front of his mirror. “I know you’re probably tired of cleaning up my messy ass every time I let Jackson break me. I get it. I should be better. But the New Year starts tomorrow, not tonight. So give me a break, okay?”

He sighs and gives you a look with a lot of meaning, but he knows there’s no stopping you. You grab your bottle from behind him and shuffle down the stairs. You realize now that you didn’t bring shoes to go with your pretty dress, and you could go back over to your place and get them, but lord knows they’ll just be off your feet in an hour and you’ll be running around here barefoot then anyway. Yoongi’s nowhere to be seen at the moment, so you plop down next to Taehyung, who offers you another hit. You take it. Taehyung doesn’t drink, and you want to get drunk, but you don’t want to get drunk alone. That’s why you came looking for Yoongi. He’s your best drinking buddy. You don’t realize that he doesn’t drink as much as you always do, but he’s good company. He would make a great bartender, if that wouldn’t be an enormous waste of his other talents. He somehow knew what people needed. He knew when someone needed another drink and when they didn’t. He was a good listener who only offered advice when he was asked, or when he felt it was truly needed. It’s a while before he appears again, and by then you’re good and high and you haven’t even noticed how much time has passed. Guests will be arriving soon, probably, maybe, Yoongi informs you both, and Taehyung scurries away to hide his stash in his room. He’s willing to share but not with every asshole who walks in the door, only those who know how to find his stoner den.

Yoongi’s in the kitchen cutting up limes and you go to talk to him through the window to the living room. This is often the window through which Yoongi observes the party, because even though he’s left to mastermind a lot of the logistics, when it’s actually happening he usually posts up in the kitchen or nearby and keeps a watchful eye. He’s part bartender and part bouncer. In spite of being the shortest of his friends he gives off strong “don’t fuck with me” vibes and takes it upon himself to keep people in check, especially around his friends. Especially around you. He’s even thrown Jackson out a time or two. He doesn’t abandon this post until the party is almost over and things have calmed down. That’s when, if your messy ass is still around, he usually takes you to his bed and lets you sleep before he comes back to clean everything up. Yoongi likes to make sure everyone has a good time, but he also likes to make sure things are under control, and he doesn’t like to wake up to a messy house.

“Did you have a good Christmas?” you ask him through the window. This is the first time you’ve seen him since then.

“It was fine,” he shrugs. “Nothing special. Just the usual. You?”

“Yeah. The usual,” you reply. You don’t know that Yoongi knows how bad your home life is. There’s a lot of things you don’t remember telling Yoongi, but it’s okay, because he’s great at keeping secrets. You hum for a moment while he continues to cut. “Do you think Jackson will come tonight?” you can’t stop yourself from asking.

His cutting halts momentarily before picking up again. “I don’t know. I know that Jay and those guys are coming, so there’s a chance.” He finishes and sets the knife gently in the sink. “Do you want me to deal with him if he comes?” he asked, looking up at you for the first time since you came over.

“No,” you shrug. “It’s a party. He has friends here. He can come.”

“He doesn’t have any friends that live in this house,” Yoongi says a little gruffly.

“Mm, but he has friends who will be here and they are our friends, and it will be a big party, so who cares.” You’re trying to act like it’s not a big deal but neither of you are buying it. You can’t see the way Yoongi’s fists are balling up until his knuckles are white. He lets them go after a moment.

“Have you made a New Years resolution?” he asks casually, transferring the cut up limes from the cutting board to a bowl.

“Aren’t those resolutions just for breaking? Why would I want to set myself up for more failure?”

He scoffs. “When have you ever been a failure?” You don’t answer. He wants to ask you to make a resolution not to get back together with Jackson’s lying, cheating ass this year, but he heard your words and so he doesn’t want to create a self-fulfilling prophecy, because he knows the only thing you fail at is staying away from that asshole.

“What about you?”

“Nope. You’re right. They’re impossible to keep,” he agrees.

Just then Jimin and Jungkook come busting through the door, and you know now that even though it might not quite be time, the party has officially begun. Jimin and Jungkook aren’t your close friends, not like the guys who live here. But they are fun and they do like to drink, so good times begin when they arrive. Jungkook is only a freshman, and you’re not quite sure how even ended up in your group of friends, but he’s entertaining as long as he keeps his hands to himself, and tonight Jimin’s brought his older brother Namjoon, who you’ve met a few times, but is known to be quiet and studious. Jungkook is already bouncing off the walls.

“What’s up with you?” Yoongi asks as he sets out disposable shot glasses on the counter of the serving hatch.

“He chugged a redbull and vodka just before we left,” Jimin explained.

“Ew,” you grimace. “Redbull is so nasty.”

“What’s your favorite energy drink then, Miss Thing?” Jungkook asks you.

You pick up the shot glass that Yoongi has just filled for you. “Whiskey,” you say with a wink and toss back the shot. They can’t help but laugh.

“I’m pretty sure that was tequila,” Jungkook laughs as he picks up his own glass.

You reach for the lime that Yoongi has just offered you and bite it. “Ay, but this is whiskey,” you say in an inexplicable Scottish accent you’ve just acquired as you open the fifth that Yoongi gave you earlier and take your first swig. It burns so good, but you make sure not to let it show on your face because you like the way guys are impressed by how well you drink. You know that’s a little fucked up, but well, you’re a little fucked up.

“You’re totally wasted on a guy like Jackson,” Jimin says because he has absolutely no filter. You’re not sure what exactly that’s supposed to mean, or if he even knows that you guys have broken up again. Before you have time to worry about your total lack of response, there’s a knock on the door and Jungkook opens it to a group of girls you’ve seen before but aren’t familiar with. Then Yoongi is there with another distraction.

“Can you take these pretzels up to Taehyung. He’s probably got the munchies by now.”

“These are my favorite pretzels, and I’ve got the munchies by now,” you replied, hugging the bowl to your chest.

“Maybe if you’re nice to him he’ll share,” Yoongi smiled.

“Maybe if I’m nice to him, they will make it to his room.” But you hustle up the stairs to share with your friend. Taehyung’s in his room listening to music, blissed out when you knock on the door, even though it’s open. He’s staring at a lava lamp and makes a small sound for you to come in. You sit next to him and offer the bowl to him. He reaches in and takes a handful without looking at it. You sit with Taehyung for a while in a comfortable quiet. You’ve only known him a year and half, but you’d swear you knew each other in a past life, so there’s not a whole lot that needs to be said between the two of you. You sit with your knees pulled to your chin. Eventually you turn your head to ask a question that’s been on your mind all day.

“Taehyung, will you kiss me at midnight?” you ask, desperate.

He wrinkles his nose at you. “That’d be like kissing my sister.”

“What’s the big deal? We hit the same pieces all the time,” you note as he picks up his pipe.

“That’s not remotely the same. And if you suggest such a thing again I will not share with you anymore.” He takes a hit and holds it. Smoke wisps out of his mouth as he says, “the smoke sterilizes it.” You laugh, because you don’t believe that’s true, and you wave him off when he offers you puff. “What’s so important about being kissed at midnight, anyway?” he wonders.

You shrug. “It’s tradition.”

“Tradition is stupid. I mean, that’s just totally arbitrary. Time on a clock is totally made up anyway, and so are years. So really tomorrow is the same as any other day, and midnight is the same as any other moment. You might as well wander around wanting to be kissed all the time.” He fades a little at the end of his rant. It’s funny because that’s not even the weed talking. That’s just the kind of weird ass shit Taehyung says sober.

“Maybe I do wander around wanting to be kissed all the time,” you tell him.

“Girl, you’ve got so much better shit to do with your time,” he assures you, and then you both laugh as you take another sip of Jack and lean back on the carpet together. You hide out in Taehyung’s room for a little while longer and chill out to his music while you listen to people gather downstairs. A slight draft wafts up the stairs each time the door is opened to welcome new guests, but it’s refreshing. Eventually the door will just be propped open to keep the place cool when the whole house is packed with friends and friends of friends. You’ve always been a little surprised that these four boys like to throw parties so much. They’re not your typical extroverts, but they still throw a party almost every month. You know that they do it for their friends. They’ve got the best space and they like to be at home, so having friends over and gathering people around is what they prefer to do rather than going to someone else’s party. Plus, Yoongi keeps it going like a well oiled machine. Nothing’s ever missing. It’s always safe. Those are his goals. Still, you know that Hoseok and Jin are still hiding out in their room because they don’t come to their own party until it is in full effect.

Taehyung’s friends arrive at his room and you see them upside down first because of how you're lying and then behind them you see Hobi’s door open, and that’s your queue to leave. You pull yourself up and grab a few more pretzels before ruffling Taehyung’s hair and heading to the hallway.

“Why didn’t you answer my texts?” Hoseok asks.

You pat your butt and thighs even though your stupid dress doesn’t have any pockets. “I don’t know where my phone is.”

“Well, Jungkook just texted and said Jackson is downstairs,” he informs you.

The way you see it, you have two options. You can carry your ass back home and go cry about it, or you can get drunk off your ass and try to have a good time. You choose the latter and shrug as you unscrew the bottle cap and take a big glug of whiskey. “You’re the one who said I had to come,” you tell Hobi when he shakes his head at you.

“Just promise me you won’t leave with him tonight,” Hobi sighs.

“Well, he did come with another girl,” Jin says quietly from behind his boyfriend.

You look at him and raise your eyebrows while you raise the bottle to your lips again.

“Jin, that’s not helpful,” Hobi gripes. But you’ve got no fucks in exactly this moment, so you lead the pair downstairs.

Yoongi’s eyes find yours before you even reach the bottom step and he’s worried, but he sees your smile and even though he’s not sure if it’s forced or lubricated he knows that for now it’s a good thing.

You look over the crowd and most of the people there are familiar to your alcohol-soaked brain, but it’s hard to remember names you only hear when drunk. You remember that tall guy. You remember that one time he gave you a piggyback ride, even though you don’t remember where, but there was food involved and Jackson was pissed. To your surprise, people look happy to see you and the atmosphere is very warm. And you haven’t seen Jackson yet, but honestly there aren’t that many places he can be. Since he’s not in the living room, he must be in the basement, which is where Yoongi’s room is, and that’s absolutely burning him up, though he’s not showing it. You say hello to some people as Hoseok pushes you, hands on your hips, toward the kitchen where Yoongi is waiting.

“Why don’t you let me hold onto this for a while, and you hold onto this?” Yoongi is taking the two-thirds of a fifth that’s in your hand and replacing it with a red plastic cup. Funny, you could’ve sworn you’d drunk more of it by now.

“This isn’t water is it?” you ask, and he laughs because it’s already in your hand and you can clearly see that it’s coke with a dash of whiskey because Yoongi knows it’s not good for you to mix too many liquors and he also knows you were a little wobbly already coming down the stairs. He knows a lot of things. He could try to stop you from drinking all together, but he knows that would grate against your independent and rebellious nature and it would backfire. And you know that he’s silently taking care of you. The fizz from the fresh soda tickles your nostrils. “Did anything interesting happen while I was gone?”

“How could anything interesting happen while you were gone, sweetheart?” he retorts while he mixes two drinks and then passes them off to your friends behind you. He gives them a little nod with his chin toward the stairs leading to the basement.

I know he’s down there, and I’m staying away, you want to say with a roll of your eyes, but you know they’re each just trying to protect you in their own way. Jin with his honesty, Hoseok with his advice and admonishments, and Yoongi with his every well-thought out gesture. So instead you just ask Yoongi if he has any cigarettes, because you need some air, but not pure air. He bought a pack when he went out for your whiskey because you two “only smoke when you drink.” He reaches in his pockets and once again gives you what you need. You notice for the first time that he’s put a half-zipped bomber jacket over his plain t-shirt tucked into his belted jeans. It’s not festive at all. It’s positively ordinary, but it’s a look that works for him and for a moment, except for the hair, he reminds you a little of James Dean. You give him a kiss on the cheek and excuse yourself out the backdoor by the kitchen.

You’re tempted to sit on the stoop, but you haven’t reached that point of the night yet. You need something to look forward to. Instead you step down to the sidewalk and lean against the house and puff away silently on your death stick. And amazingly, your mind is clear. You enjoy it and just as you’re finishing someone calls your name from the doorway.

“What?” you call back with an annoyance you don’t truly feel.

“Come play beer pong with me!” Jungkook calls without fully exiting the house.

“Now?” you ask, like you have anything better to do.

“Yes, now. Jimin is challenging against me with some girl he just met because he thinks he has game, and we need to put him in his place.”

“Jimin shouldn’t drink so much. He’s just a baby,” you say like you weren’t just as bad, or worse.

“Come inside,” Jungkook begs. “You’re gonna freeze.”

“I feel fine,” you argue, although it’s apparent to both of you that you’re shaking like a leaf.

“Fine, popsicle girl! Freeze to death!”

“Okay, okay. I’m coming.” You scrape your cherry onto the concrete and throw what’s left into an old coffee tin.

“That dress is stupid,” Jungkook says as he holds the door open from the inside so you have to brush against him as you come in.

“I know.”

“It looks ugly on you.”

“Okay, now, that’s just not true.” He was testing your confidence on purpose and you delivered more than he expected.

“I meant what I said early,” he tells you as you two descend into the basement. “I’ll kiss you at midnight.”

You laugh at him. “Maybe I’ll find you if I’m really desperate.”

“Don’t wait too long. Might find someone else,” he quips, and you’re sure that he will.

It isn’t until you reach the bottom of the steps that you realize you’ve unwittingly ended up where you don’t want to be. You see the table set up for beer pong, but you refuse to look anywhere else. You consciously keep your eyes from roving for who you don’t want to see. The cups have been filled and Jimin is ready to go. You guys let him and his girl go first. Jungkook rubs your arms with his warm hands because you’re an idiot who went outside without a coat and even though you can’t really feel it your skin is flushed and cold to the touch. Jimin and the girl both miss. Jungkook makes his shot and Jimin has to drink. Just before it’s your turn you see Jackson move into your view right over Jimin’s shoulder. He’s literally moving into frame and you just know he’s doing it on purpose. And as he planned, you miss. You almost never miss, so Jungkook is surprised until he looks up at Jimin, who’s taunting you and sees you-know-who. He turns you square toward him and grabs your face.

“I did not know he was down here!” Jungkook says firmly. “But I need you to focus. We cannot lose to Jimin.” You nod awkwardly because he’s still holding your face.

“Where’s your energy drink?” he asks, and you laugh because you know it’s a call back. You find your cup and drain it because it’s mostly coke and a little whiskey and that’s pretty much an energy drink, right?

Jimin and the girl both sink their shots and you and Jungkook both drink. You know he’s still lurking in the corner of the room, watching you at the same time he’s paying attention to another girl because he’s sooo good at that. He can divide his attention like a hershey’s bar and not miss a thing. But you tune him out, and you and Jungkook don’t miss a shot until Jimin crumbles in his humiliating defeat. Jungkook scoops you up in a hug that has you hoisted over his shoulder and sings ‘We are the champions’ as he carries you up the stairs. You wonder if he’s acting like this to put Jackson off or if he’s trying to make a move or if this is just Jungkook. Either way, you’re still happy with victory. He sets you down at the top of the stairs where the landing forms an intersection with the backdoor, the kitchen and the living room. You could go anywhere from here, but you know you’re going to the kitchen.

“Can I have my whiskey back?” you ask Yoongi sweetly.

“After you take this,” he tells you, handing you a shot glass of clear liquid you take for vodka. You toss it back and it’s water.

“You tricked me,” you smile.

“I did. I’m sorry. Here.” He takes your plastic shot glass and pours into it from a vodka bottle before handing it back to you. You shoot it and frown.

“You’re a con man,” you grumble. He actually filled an old vodka bottle with water just to trick you. Well, you’re not the only one. He knows just how to trick everyone. But you know he’s doing it for your own good so you hold out the tiny cup for one more just to get an approving smile from him, and after you’ve been good he opens the cabinet under the sink to fetch your bottle. He leans against the counter and crosses his arms, somehow intensifying the James Dean impression you got earlier. You examine it like he would’ve let anyone touch your precious elixir. You grin, but you don’t open it right away, because you’re feeling a perfect level of drunkenness right now, and it’s nice. It’s warm.

“Don’t you get bored in here?” you ask him, leaning against the counter next to him.

“Nah. When I get bored I think of ways to trick you,” he grins.

You scrutinize his face and his eyes carefully. You think about brushing hair off his forehead but he looks so cool like that so you leave it. “Have you been drinking?” you ask.

“I have not,” he admits. “You want to have my first drink with me?”

“Well, I am a winner, so this one’s on me,” you say with a wink. You turn around to grab shot glasses and the tequila bottle. He hands you salt and you hand him a lime.

“Cheers!” you both say and maintain eye contact while you toss back the sweet liquor. He squeezes the lime into his mouth and screws his eyes closed at the sourness. Warmth spreads from your throat down your chest to your stomach and you shiver.

“You good?” he asked. Not like something is wrong, like someone else might, even though he knows you have reasons not to be good. You nod and smile, and you mean it because even if you’re sad, you’re usually good if you’re with him. You reciprocate the question and he nods back with a soft smile before he shoves a chip in your open mouth. “Hoseok is trying to get your attention,” he tells you.

You tell Yoongi you’ll see him later and make your way over to where his roommates are sitting. Jin is on the couch and Hoseok is perched on the arm next to him. Without any invitation or permission you sit in Jin’s lap and rest your head on his shoulder. He supports you with an arm around your back and rubs your side gently.

“You okay?” Hoseok asks. Not like Yoongi did. No, he expects something to be wrong. Even though he was the one who told you you had to come because you’d have a good time, he’s expecting you to be having a bad time. You hate it when he acts like this, when he brings down your mood that you’re carefully trying to build up.

“I’m perfect!” you say loudly and exaggeratedly, giving Hoseok a little shove. That’s when Jin tosses you over, because you know how he hates you yelling in his ear. You apologize by patting his ears gently and kissing him on the cheek, and he doesn’t look mad. The couple are talking with Yugyeom and Jay, who are both close friends of You-Know-Who. You ask politely about their break and respond “Great!” when they ask you. You all know it’s a lie, but your tone is bright enough that everyone ignores how blatant it is. Everyone is so tired of this road you’ve all been taking. They’re tired of the drama, and they know their friend’s an ass, but he’s their friend, so they can’t be anything more than polite to you. But Jay always looks at you with pity and you fucking hate it.

You know the door opens because a cold wind blows through but it brings in pure sunshine. You look at the door to see Bambam and Youngjae have walked in, late as always. It’s a perfect excuse to escape because even though they're also his friends, their light is above all that bullshit. You jump up from your spot next to Jin and run to throw your arms around them both at the same time.

“Babies!” you cry when you crash into them. You know you’ve drawn attention to yourself with your loudness and your movement, but you don’t care.

“Hey, baby,” they both say as they take you in a group hug. You’ve still got the bottle gripped in your hand and after you let them go to take a swig of it. They see it and give you a troubled look. They both just got back to town today and they haven’t heard.

“Again?” Bambam asks.

“Whatever,” you say with a dismissive wave of your hand.

“Hey, where’s Y/N? She’s got my smokes!” you hear Yoongi say loud enough from the kitchen to reach your ears over the music. There’s no way he doesn't see you, since you’re basically directly in front of him and when you turn your head you can see him clearly, even through the people that fill the living room. But as you turn your head you register that Jackson and that blonde he came with have just reached the top of the stairs, and you realize that Yoongi’s giving you a warning call, like a prairie dog. Predator on the scene. Run for cover.

“Come and get ‘em!” you yell back over the crowd, waving the cigarettes you forgot were shoved in your boobs above your head, and you slip past the two men you were just welcoming and out the door to the front porch. You wait for a minute, listening to cars pass and doors close. You can hear a group of girls walking down the street, chatting cheerfully. You don’t dare light up a cigarette until Yoongi joins you. He places a jacket over your shoulders. It’s not the one he was wearing because he’s still wearing it. It’s his leather one, and it’s cold.

“Sorry,” he breathes. “It was in my car, but you’re the one who came out here without a coat. You’ll warm it up in a minute.” He holds a hand out for you to hand over his smokes and you do. He lifts a cigarette to his lips, but then he stops as he looks down to light it. “Damn, sweetheart. Where’d you leave your shoes?”

“Didn’t bring any.”

“Jesus H. Christ. What am I gonna do with you?” He turns his back to you. “Come on, hop on and I’ll take you to your place to get some shoes.”

“Why? You and I both know I’m just going to take them off. I’m fine.”

“You’re gonna get frostbite.”

“It is not that cold. If you’d give me a cigarette, we could go in sooner.” You refuse to acknowledge that you’re shaking.

He gives in, because there’s just no fucking talking to you. He knows, maybe better than anyone, that you can’t be told what to do. That’s why he has to find such tricky ways to take care of you. He has to plan and prepare because god forbid you do what’s good for you when it’s suggested. He thinks you’re a mess, but he won’t say it because he knows it’s mean and he knows it won’t help you to hear it. And he knows better than most that it’s not entirely your fault. You two puff away on your cigarettes for a few minutes in comfortable silence. You take a swig of whiskey and offer him the bottle.

“You’re gonna share with me, sweetheart?” he asks like it’s the honor of a lifetime.

“You deserve it,” you shrug.

He takes it gladly and enjoys the burn. He stomps out your cigarette butt and looks over your shoulder through the blinds as he takes a last drag of his own. He can see your stupid ex in the living room chatting with your friends and his. It’s the nucleus of the party at this point and you definitely won’t be getting through the living room without passing him.

“Wanna come hang out with me in the kitchen?” Yoongi asks as he stomps out his cigarette. You half turn your head to see what he was looking at but you don’t need to. You just agree. “Okay. Hop on,” he says, offering to give you a ride once again.

“I can walk!” you insist.

“There is broken glass over there, now giddy up!” he insists. He’s not angry or even frustrated, he just needs you to give in, and you do.

“Why do you like to stay in the kitchen at your own parties?” you ask befor you suck the jello shot out of its shallow cup.

“I can see everything,” he says matter of factly and yet it comes off with his typical air of mystery. You already know this. You’re not even sure why you asked. You guess what you really want to know is why he wants to be outside the party instead of immersed in it. Jin and Hobi like to be in the party. You like to move through it. Taehyung likes the party to come to him. But Yoongi just wants to observe it. He interacts with it in his way, but he’s somehow not in it. Your current position is not one you usually take, but you’re enjoying it nonetheless. You’ve crammed yourself into a corner of the kitchen counter, leaning against the wall where no one but Yoongi can see you. He’s your watcher and your shield and he will know before you if any danger is coming your way. He’s not doing much at the moment though, just eating peanuts. He talks to you about this show he started watching.

Taehyung wanders down the stairs to grab sodas from the fridge for him and his cohorts. He looks like he needs help but he rejects it when you offer. You think for a moment you might like to venture upstairs with him for a bit, but you decide against it. You’re happy where you are.

Jin comes to the window a few minutes after that. He asks Yoongi where you are and Yoongi subtly glances to the right. Jin hadn’t even seen you tucked into your corner. He reaches his long arm through the window and hands you your phone with a simple “Found this.” You mumble a thanks, and both you and Yoongi wish it had remained hidden. Reflexively, you open it. There’s a whole bunch of texts. Most of them were from the group hours ago and are irrelevant now. There’s one from Jackson.

You’ve typed it out. You’re chewing on your bottom lip, pondering whether or not to add in a “fuck face” for some spice and hit send, but before you can Yoongi deftly grabs the phone, turning it off an putting it in his pocket. He thinks twice about his actions though because that’s super controlling and even though he desperately wants to do it, for your own good, he knows he shouldn’t. He reaches back into his pocket and pulls out the device, holding it back up to you.

“I’m sorry. I know it’s not my place. I just don’t think you shoul-”

“No,” you interrupt. “I’m glad you did that. Good idea. Hide it.” All the better you didn’t send the message now he’ll just think that you’re typing for hours and surely that will drive him mad. Yoongi gives you a small but very satisfied smile and slips the phone back into his pocket.

You wonder where Hobi is and why he hasn’t been badgering you all night.

The truth is, he’s hedging his bets. And he’s being an asshole, but in a sneaky way. Hoseok thinks you're weak and he has your track record to back him up. He knows it’s only a matter of time before you let Jackson back in, so he isn’t going to spend tonight not hanging out with your mutual friends. Afterall, you two only know each other because of him. And it isn’t even like he wants you guys to be together. He knows it’s toxic. Everyone knows it’s toxic. But he honestly gave up on trying to explain that to you two breakups ago. He’s not even sure you’re going to make it through the rest of this party without getting back with Jackson, because Jackson takes what he wants, especially from women. And you don’t guard yourself. You want to, but you don’t, and so you’re a victim every goddamn time.

Just as you're wondering where your other best friend is, Jungkook and Jimin come barrelling into the kitchen. They want a rematch, but this time you and Jimin versus Jungkook and someone that came with Jay’s crowd. What happened to the girl with Jimin? Dunno, she left. You look at Yoongi who gives you a look that says follow your heart, because he just wants you to have fun. So off you go with the two boys and their one very intoxicated brain cell.

The other girl has never played before, and she sucks, and Jungkook is drunk as hell so he’s not doing her any favors. Jimin’s actually terrible, too, but he’s got you and victory comes swiftly. Jimin talks a lot of trash he has no right to, but you just laugh. You linger in the basement for a bit and chat with some acquaintances. There’s the part you’re in, where there’s a washer and dryer and some chairs and a table that is used almost exclusively for it’s current purpose. There’s another room behind the door. That room is mostly finished and it serves as Yoongi’s bedroom. He likes that it’s cold, even though he has to use a space heater in the winter. It’s quiet and dark down there. It’d be creepy if Yoongi were a creepy person, but he’s not. He’s neat, a minimalist, and he doesn’t spend a lot of time down there, but he values it for sleep. You tried to convince him not to live down there thinking he’d get sick, but he’s actually doing okay and you can appreciate why he likes it when you sometimes sleep down there. Usually he locks it during parties because he likes his privacy, but you need to use the bathroom and he has his own down there so when no one is looking you try the handle and surprisingly it’s unlocked. The light is on and there’s a couple on his bed. You know there’s about a 99% chance that’s where you’re sleeping tonight, so you politely ask them to leave and they do. You lock the door behind them. You put on Yoongi’s slippers because, and you won’t admit this to anyone, your feet are freezing so you’ll just warm them up a bit before you go out to face people again. You use the bathroom and wash your hands before you lay down on Yoongi’s bed. Somehow it’s already past eleven, almost eleven thirty according to his alarm clock, the old school kind with the red numbers. You don’t remember that much time passing. You don’t feel like you’ve talked to that many people at this party. You don’t think you’ve smoked that many cigarettes. You spend about ten minutes in Yoongi’s room before you decide to face it again. You put his slippers back exactly where you found them and you turn off the light. You slip out and up the stairs unnoticed.

You’re at the crossroads again. You could go anywhere in this party. Hoseok and his dance friends are still hanging in the living room. Hoseok hasn’t actually moved at all. He doesn’t have to. He’s still perched on the arm of the couch and people come to talk to him. You think for a moment about how you don’t fit in with them. You don’t have any of the same hobbies. They’re all music and art majors and you’re studying history with a minor in philosophy. You can’t dance for shit. Yoongi makes fun of you for it all the time, but he finds it endearing in a weird way. Your bonds with these boys are about something deeper within you and the experiences you’ve shared, and you’re fine with that. They’ve helped you through some tough times, even if they don’t fully realize it.

You’ve lingered at the top of the stairs too long in indecision. People are bumping into you. You don’t like it when people are mad at you, so you decide to go up to Hoseok and be sweet. You don’t say anything, since he’s in the middle of conversation. You just wrap your arms around him in a back hug and rest your chin on his shoulder. Without any other acknowledgement he just leans his head against yours. He knows it’s you. He knows what you’re doing. It’s okay. You’re hearing the conversation, but you’re not really listening. You know Jackson is only a few feet away from you. But Fuck Jackson. Hoseok can think what he wants, but you're not going back this time. You've spent the last two days analyzing all the fucked up things about your relationship. You made a list, on paper, and when it was physically there in front of your eyes it was harder to ignore. You can't go back. You always thought the way he treated you was your fault, and yes, you bring a lot of your own toxicity to your relationship, but so does he. He doesn’t know how to love any better than you do and it's not all his fault. You know that. But he still loves the way you're cracked and broken, loves to pick at the chips on your paint, and fuck him for that. He uses his beautiful face to pretend he's not broken, too. And you're just over it. You want something different, something better for yourself.

You're immune to his gaze for now, but you can feel Yoongi watching your back, literally and figuratively. He's observing. He's got eyes on all your potential enemies. He's running threat assessments in his head. He can't even help it. You're one of his people, just like Taehyung is. Hoseok and Jin, too, but to a lesser extent. He won’t let them get hurt, but he doesn’t feel like he has to protect them the way he does you. He can't stop you from making the dumb choices you make. He can't control you, but he can do his best to protect you from other threats.

You kiss the side of Hoseok's head and slink back to the kitchen without a word. Yoongi is talking to a girl in there. You recognize her but you can't remember her name. She's part of the dance group. She's nice if your drunk brain remembers correctly. You don't want to interrupt so you just slip your hand into his pocket and pull out his smokes and his lighter and slink out the backdoor just as quietly. You didn't see the look that says he wishes he could go with you, but at least you're wearing the jacket he gave you earlier. After you've fumbled around and managed to light your cigarette you can hear there's some sort of commotion inside. You listen to the sounds coming from within the house but do nothing. It's someone else's problem. It's Yoongi's problem, to be specific, but he'll deal with it. You didn't consider the implications of the commotion until you heard his voice. Jackson says your name. He's picked his moment carefully and that's all he says for now. You're frozen to the side of the house, but you have to exhale the smoke. That's all the movement you make, the contraction of your lungs to expel the toxic air and the puckering of your lips to direct it up to the clear night sky.

"Still smoking?" He asks. He acts like he hates it but actually he doesn't care at all. He just likes to criticize you for it.

"Only when I drink," you mutter the same line you've said a hundred times.

"You're always drinking." Like he doesn't?

"What do you want?"

You don't get to find out, thank God. The door opens again behind him. Someone’s getting tossed out and they crash past Jackson who’s lingering halfway down the steps.

“Don’t come back until you can behave politely,” Yoongi says in his not-fucking-around tone. You’ve always admired the way he can get a point across with such nice words. He doesn’t need to curse, though he will, just for fun.

It’s Jimin and he’s absolutely shitfaced. He puts his hand on the wall beside your head and leans into you. You turn your head away from him to blow out your smoke. “You okay, baby?” you ask when you look back at him, brushing hair out of his eyes. You can see he’s definitely not. He’s not just drunk. He’s lost. You recognize it, and you feel for him. His brother is coming down the steps.

“Sorry,” he mutters to Yoongi, embarrassed. When you look at Yoongi’s face, cast in the yellow light from inside, you can see he’s not really mad. He knows what he’s looking at as well as you do. He just doesn’t tolerate drama and violence in his home. It’s a rule with him. Even you’ve been thrown out before, though not quite like this. You were asked to exit the building. He’d never put his hands on you like that.

“You guys gonna head home?” you ask.

“Yeah. Uber’s on it’s way,” Namjoon says as he puts a hand on his brother’s shoulder and pulls him away from you.

“‘Kay. Get home safely. Happy New Year,” you say, and the older brother just gives a little wave as they walk/stumble around the corner of the house.

You look back and Jackson is still on the next to last step. Yoongi’s still holding the door open. He’s not speaking but his message is clear that he’s not leaving.

“You need something?” you ask your ex.

He scoffs. “You think I’m scared of Yoongi?”

“‘Course not. Why would you be?”

Yoongi comes down the steps to where you are, carefully not to make any contact with Jackson, not to give him an excuse. He takes the cigarette from your fingers and steals a drag--they’re his smokes after all. Yoongi’s shielding you again, with his back to Jackson. Beautiful Jackson, you think. Beautiful and broken like you. Nothing you can do. It’s clear now all he wanted was to bother you, and he can’t so he walks back into the party in a huff.

“Thanks,” you say to Yoongi.

“I didn’t do anything, sweetheart.” He continues to smoke, letting the tension of the last several minutes fade away. You ask what happened with Jimin. “He went at the wrong girl the wrong way. It wasn’t much. The other guy just shoved him but he’s hammered and he hit the table before he fell to the ground. He’ll be fine. Let’s go inside,” he says, shivering, and puts out the cherry.

“Hey, I’ve been pretty good tonight. You know, by my standards,” you say as you enter the empty kitchen. “I’m not even that drunk,” you say as you attempted to hop onto the counter and fail miserably. You both laugh hard at how you struggle until he puts his hands on your hips and helps you launch yourself up. He hands you your bottle just when you’re wondering where you’d left it. There’s still a third of it left and it was with him the whole time so you know it’s safe, even though it’s probably mostly backwash by now. You take a big drink of it anyway because you have this feeling the night’s not going to last much longer. You look at the clock on the stove and it says 10:47 and that can’t be right because you could swear it should be close to midnight. The clock on the microwave says 1:23 and now you’re double confused. You look over at Yoongi who’s wearing a happy smile.

“Bye Yoongi! See you next week,” Jay calls from the door. Him and his crew are leaving and they're taking a sizeable chunk of the party with them.

“You sly bastard,” you smile. “What time is it?”

“Taehyung says time is a construct. But if you must know…” he pulls your phone out of his pocket. “It’s 12: 17.” He hands it back to you and you reach between your legs to open the silverware drawer and toss it in. He laughs again and it sounds so nice.

“You changed all the clocks in the apartment?”

“I let Taehyung change all the clocks in the apartment.”

“Even the one in your bedroom?”

“You were in my bedroom?”

“Yeah, sorry. I just needed to get away for a second,” you admit.

“That’s cool,” he says, and he really doesn’t mind.

“So, we didn’t kiss anyone at midnight,” you say.

“It’s a stupid tradition,” he argues. You nod your head in agreement.

“So, our NYE party was like, our least rowdy party of the year,” you observe. It’s gotten quiet. The music is a little too loud for the current ambiance. There are still some people around though. “Hey, all the really rowdy people have left. You wanna abandon your post and go chill?”

Part of Yoongi wants to stay here just the two of you, but he’s ready for some low key socialization. He even coaxed Taehyung and one of his friends to come down and hang out. There are about ten people left now and they’re all cool people. There’s also Jungkook in the basement with a couple of people, but they trust Jungkook. Yoongi’s turned the music down and you chitchat casually about current events. You’re on the couch between Taehyung and Yoongi and you really want to stretch out over both of them, let your feet reach all the way down to Jin, maybe far enough to tease Hoseok, but you try to behave yourself. There are still guests here. Not you. You’re not a guest. Eventually, Jungkook and his friends come up.

“I didn’t get to kiss you at midnight,” he says with his head close enough to yours that you can smell the beer on his breath.

“Darn. My loss, I guess,” you say with no emotion, just to tease him. You do actually like Jungkook, just not like that.

“Well, next year.” He shrugs into his jacket and says, “see ya later,” before he walks out the door. The last few guests leave and Yoongi starts to pick up trash. You help while the others all go up to their rooms.

“You don’t have to help. You can go lay down,” he tells you as you put trash into the bag he’s carrying around the house. You’re not tired yet, you swear. You’re not ready to go, really. There’s something that feels incomplete about the night. But maybe it’s just that you aren’t totally trashed. You’re drunk, sure. You drank most of a fifth of whiskey and then some, but you’re not the wreck you usually are, and it seems strange. You head down to the basement to clear up the trash down there and it’s all done pretty quickly with the two of you. You each take one last shot because it’s the New Year and it may all be fake, but life needs ritual and Yoongi knows that. Then the two of you go out onto the front porch for your final smoke. You’ll have to go home after this. It’s right there in front of you, and you’re not that drunk, so you have no excuse.

“How come I’m the only guy you didn’t ask to kiss you tonight?” Yoongi asks while you lean your head on his shoulder.

You huff a little laugh. “Because I know you’ll say no.”

“How do you know if you don’t ask?”

“Because I know you won’t kiss me when I’m drunk. I know I ask and I know you never do. You’re a good guy who won’t take advantage of me, even if I want it.” You take a deep breath and for some reason the gates are open. You’ve just admitted that you know how you are with him when you’re drunk and you’re about to admit a lot more. “I know that I lean on you, and you take care of me and I don’t give you anything in return because I’m just a shitty fucked up person, but I honestly don’t know what I would do without you. And that’s probably the worst thing about me. I use you even though I don’t want to.” Yoongi wants to say something, but it’s stuck in his throat, and you go on. “I know that I tell you things when I’m drunk. I don’t know what all I’ve told you, but I know that you know more about me than anyone. I know we’ve sat here a dozen times at this time of night or later, and you’ve let me unload all my crap on you and asked for nothing in return, and I know that makes me a terrible person. But I feel so safe with you. I know you know the deep shit about me, and you keep it to yourself. I can see it in how you look at me, but you don’t pity me, and I can’t tell you how much that fucking means to me, Yoongi. It means everything. And I’m sorry I don’t show my appreciation, but I’m just so embarrassed.” You sniff but you don’t even bother to wipe the tears that are coming down because there are only going to be more. “I know that I’m pathetic and useless.”

“Don’t-” he tries to stop you but you trudge ahead.

“I’m trying to fix myself. I’m going to therapy now, but there’s just so much shit. There’s so much wrong with me, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be okay.” Your breath is shaking and the words come out chopped up now, and you have to stop to catch your breath.

He wraps his arm around you and says, “I know. Shit. I mean, I know that you’re in therapy. And I’m really proud of you. You might not be able to see it, but I can actually see you doing better.” He’s talking to give you time to catch your breath and also because he thinks you need to hear it, even though he’s not sure you’ll remember.

“You can?” you sniff.

He smiles. “Earlier tonight Jungkook said you looked ugly in your dress and you told him you knew you looked good. From the girl I met a few years ago, that’s a lot of progress.” He doesn’t say that he knows Jackson preys on your low self esteem, but he’s thinking about it.

“Yoongi, can I say something selfish? I mean, shit, I do selfish shit all the time, but I’m acknowledging it right now.”

He’s shaking his head, but it’s at your way of talking and he says yes.

“Are you waiting for me?” you ask. His mouth falls open a little. Your eyes widen and you suddenly cover his mouth with your hand. “No. Fuck. No, don't answer that! Shit. What I wanted to say is. I wait for you. Ah this is so fucked up. Nevermind.”

Yoongi doesn’t know where you’re going, and he thinks it might be something that could break him, but he doesn’t care anymore. He’s been playing the self-preservation game for so damn long he doesn’t even know what he’s protecting anymore. He just knows he loves it when you open up to him and you’re doing it even more than usual and he wants--no he needs--to hear whatever it was you wanted to say. He removes your hand from his mouth and looks into your eyes, red as they are from the drinking and the crying. “Please say whatever you want to say.”

You hesitate, but Yoongi is someone you can trust and you know that, but that’s why this isn’t fair to him. “Aaaaahhhh,” you keep hesitating, but eventually you just give in. “Let me get my thoughts back together,” you finally say. He waits patiently, as always, but inside he’s burning. You take a deep breath and begin again. “I know what I have with Jackson is fucked up. I know that it’s bad. I used to think that because I’m a shitty person-”

“Please for the love of god, sweetheart, stop saying that. I hate it,” he interrupts.

You try to use your nice words for yourself. “Okay. I used to think that because I thought I was not a good person, I deserved to be treated how he treats me. I didn’t think I deserved to be treated the way you treat me. But I want to. I want that treatment, and I want to deserve it, and I tried.” Oh fuck, tears are coming in again. “I tried to be someone who could receive that from you, but I didn’t do it right. I’d just get fucked up and let you take care of me, and I understand how wrong that was, and I understand that it’s wrong right now. Whenever Jackson and I split up a part of me hopes you’ll come in and scoop me up and show me why I didn’t deserve that, but I always fucked it up. And I know now that I can’t rely on you for that. I need to pick myself, and I need to fix myself up. And I will,” you promise him. “So, tonight, I’m going to go home, and I’m going to take care of myself, and I’m not going to trouble you anymore.” Your muscles start to coil like you’re going to get up and march home. So he puts his hand on your leg to stop you.

“Hold on a damn minute,” he says. “I just...give me a second to think.” You furrow your brow at him, but you wait. “Are you saying...what the hell are you saying?”

The thoughts were jumbled as they were coming out and they’re even more jumbled now. “I think I’m saying I’m going home.” You stand.

“Wait.” He grabs your wrist gently, just enough to get your attention. “Are you going because you want to go home, or because you’re afraid of being a burden?”

You think for a second. “I hate going home,” you tell him. You even hate that word, home. Even the house where you live across the street from him doesn’t give you the sense of safety and security that word is supposed to embody. Only Yoongi gives you that.

“Then don’t go home. Stay here, like you always do. It’s not trouble, okay? Tomorrow, you can explain all of this to me clearly, when we’re both sober. We’ll both be honest about what we know and feel, and you can tell me then, okay?” He had a plan. You thought it sounded like a good one, not least because it involved you waking up here, your favorite place to wake up. He’s still holding onto your wrist, so you sit back down beside him. He lets you go, but uses his fingers to wipe your tear stained cheeks.

“You ruined all Hobi’s hard work,” he comments, using his thumbs to try to clear your raccoon eyes a little.

“You know, when he was doing it earlier, I was thinking to myself how much of a waste it was going to be when I cried it all off later.” You both laugh and you lean your head back on his shoulder. “I’m sorry for being so broken,” you say quietly after a couple of quiet minutes pass.

He huffs a laugh, as if that’s something you could or should apologize for. “Hey, I’ve got a ton of tools, and duct tape, and super glue. I’m really great at putting shit back together,” he assures you.

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You wake up, but you can’t be sure what time it is because you’re in the basement on Yoongi’s bed, and there’s no sunlight down there, and you don’t trust clocks anymore. But you’re pretty sure it’s mid-morning because you can hear him in the kitchen. It’s warm in his room from the space heater. Your head hurts, just a little, not a lot, but of course he’s prepared for that and left you water and medicine. You take it before going upstairs. He’s making scrambled eggs, but you don’t know who he's preparing for because you’re the only one besides him on that floor. He’s wearing the same plaid pajama pants he always wears and a plain white t-shirt. You wonder briefly if it’s the same white t-shirt from last night or if he put on a different one to sleep in. The boy owns a lot of plain white t-shirts. You clear your throat as you lean in the doorway.

“I was going to make you breakfast this morning,” you say. You always say that. Sometimes you actually do it. Sometimes not.

He smiles. “You can make toast.” He hands you a bag of sliced bread and you get to work. While it’s toasting you scoot in beside him in the small space and get a cup of coffee. He likes your closeness. He can smell you, and he doesn’t even care that you smell like whiskey because you still smell like you, too. It’s quiet. You don’t really talk until you’re sitting down to eat. It’s still just the two of you, and even then you’re not talking about much. He doesn’t say anything as you take his empty plate and wash the dishes. He gets up for a second cup of coffee and then sits back down at the table. You wonder what he’s thinking about but you don’t ask. He’s wondering what you’re thinking about, too. This is what the two of you always do after nights like that, on mornings like this. It’s so damn comfortable, even in its uncertainty. He always wonders what you remember. You always wonder what you said, though not today. When you’ve finished the dishes you go down to the basement to strip his bed and wash his sheets. You feel guilty. He shouldn’t give up his bed to you, but he insists, and he shouldn’t have to wash his own sheets every time you sweat whiskey on them. Normally you’d go back up stairs and watch something on TV with him until the warm bedding comes out of the dryer and you’ve made his bed. Only then will you leave without saying a single word about any of the things that you’ve done since you stopped remembering the night before.

But not this time. This time he comes down the stairs while you’re putting in laundry detergent.

“You don’t have to do that,” he says. He’s never said it before. Not because he thought you needed to or you owed him that, but because he knew it made you feel good to do it, like you were somehow paying him back for a debt that he wasn’t even recording. He let you do it for yourself. After last night, he doesn’t want you to let you as much.

You close the door of the washer. “It’s done,” you smile.

He fidgets with the hair at the back of his head. This is his nervous tick, and you know what’s coming. You’re not really afraid of it, though. You need it and so does he. You just don’t know if you’re going to like what comes after.

“So, last night…” he starts, but doesn’t know how to continue.

“I remember.”

“I said I was going to ask you to tell it to me sober. Can you do that?”

You nod and sit in one of the chairs in the basement living area. It’s not really a living area. It’s a laundry room, but there are some chairs down there and sometimes you sit there and pass a joint. He sits in another chair and looks at you, but not intently.

“Can I just offer up a disclaimer that what I’m going to say is probably going to be arrogant and presumptuous and selfish, and I’m not sure if it’s fair to you, but I don’t think it’s fair to you if I don’t say them either. So we can just get them out of the way, and if you want me gone, then I’m gone.” You say it all in one breath. He wrinkles his eyebrows because he disagrees already, but he accepts with a nod and allows you to continue. “Right. So. I may be wrong about this, but sometimes in our friendship I’ve felt like you’re waiting for me. And at other times, I feel I’m waiting for you. I know that you know things about me no one else knows. You’ve taken on secret burdens of mine that I had no right to force on you, and you’ve done it all without asking for anything in return. I take and take from you. I’m sorry. I don’t want to do that anymore.” You take a deep breath, but he knows you’re not done and he doesn’t interrupt. “Every time Jackson and I have broken up, there’s a part of me that hoped you would come and scoop me up. I was torn between believing that I deserved what he gave me and what you gave me. I knew I didn’t have any right to ask for more from you, so I tried not to. And when you didn’t scoop me up and he came back, I just figured that was my answer. He was what I deserved and not you. I hope that doesn’t sound like I’m blaming you. I’m not. I’ve been working on it and thinking about it a lot, and I know now that I don’t deserve either of you. I let him treat me like shit because it’s what I’m used to, and I accept your kindness selfishly even though I don’t know what I can give in return. So, I’m going to end it both. I’m not going back with him this time, and if I do Hoseok can hit me over the head with a two by four. But I’m going to stop leaning on you, too. You don’t deserve a friend like me who takes and doesn’t give.” You didn’t know how to end it and he’s just looking at you. “So. There. That’s it.”

He shakes his head and smiles. “Sweetheart, you think you don’t give in this friendship? You think that I sacrifice by letting you crash on my bed a couple nights a month, but do you remember who helped me get that bed? It was you. And I coulda gotten one on my own, but I probably wouldn’t have because I was a dumb kid and also I needed someone to help hold it on the roof.” You both laugh a little at the memory. “Who sat with me for days freshman year when my grandfather died and I couldn’t go home? Who leaves lasagna in the fridge when we’ve been too busy with work and school and dance? I might not act the way you do when I’m upset, but somehow you always know, and you’re the only person who can cheer me up, and you don’t even try. And I hate Jackson. And I’m sorry I didn’t scoop you up. I didn’t think I had the right. But you don’t deserve to be treated like trash, and it isn’t selfish to let people care for you.”

You’re both quiet for a moment. “Well, damn,” you mutter to yourself. There’s a part of you that really wishes you’d asked him to kiss you last night because right now you’re wondering what it would be like to kiss Min Yoongi, but you’re too shy and he’s too shy and it isn’t going to happen right now. Neither of you have actually confessed, per se. It’s all there, but you’re not even conscious of how much you actually love each other. You've got fuck all grasp on what that word means, no more than you do for home, but Yoongi's still the closest you've come to either. He doesn't understand it either. Things are shifting for you and you don’t know where they’ll fall. He breaks the silence.

“I don’t know what happens next, but you’re my best friend. I don’t care what you take from me. I haven’t given anything I wasn’t willing to. I haven’t done anything I didn’t want to except maybe watch you cry too many times. So if there’s something you want to do for me, then stop doing that. I mean, at least over him. You’ve got plenty of other reasons to cry, but just not over him, okay? And I don’t want to be his replacement for the love you need in your life. I just want to keep treating you the way I’ve been treating you, okay?”

“Oh, okay,” you say, not exactly sure what he means by that, but you accept it and you’ll figure it out as it comes. It’s a big moment for both of you. A step in your friendship that had to be taken, but now you both need time to process what it means. You still have things to work out.

You both go back upstairs. You go up to Hoseok and Jin’s room to find your non-party clothes laying in a pile in the hallway. You change and watch TV until the others wake. You talk to Hoseok and explain to him that you really, really don’t want to get back with Jackson and as convinced as you are of that, you know you’re going to need his help. You bring up the two by four thing again. You need help with your willpower when it comes to people. You suck at boundaries and you know it’s not fair to ask Yoongi’s help with this even though you think he’d be a lot better because he has two middle names and they are structure and limits. You remember your phone is still in the silverware drawer, except it isn’t because Yoongi plugged it in for you and he gives it to you so you can block Jackson’s number, and you start to feel at ease again. You text Jimin and Jungkook to see if they got home okay. You smoke with Taehyung, and you hang out, and you’re just at home.

Over the course of the Spring term you continue to do therapy and you work hard to be better because you are a hard worker, even if you feel like a failure a lot. Yoongi and your other friends remind you that you’re not. You all stay over summer because most of you have jobs and you have finally learned you don’t have to go home. That’s a boundary you can set. You guys still party, but not like you used to. Not to forget. Not until you forget. And it’s a little unfortunate that your first kiss with Yoongi came that summer while you were drinking, but you were so damn cute and funny and you were alone and he just couldn’t help himself. It was great though and it felt right. There was a part of you that was afraid it would be weird to kiss your best friend but it wasn’t at all. It made you both tingly and warm, and it felt better than any other kiss you’ve ever had, so you do it a lot more.

Yoongi comes around on his own to the idea that he’s not a rebound and he’s not filling some void in you. He realizes that he deserves you, too. After all the time he’s cared for you and been with you, he deserves to have the complete deal. Not because it’s owed to him, but because you’re both good people and you both want it. He finds satisfaction in your simple routines and understanding your innerworkings and you telling him how you feel without needing to be plastered. But he also enjoys the way you bring joy and laughter and a touch of spontaneity into his life. He helps you by setting his own limits and letting you set yours. He helps you to grow and overcome your fears of intimacy and abandonment. He stays and he doesn’t criticize and you’ve never once worried when you were apart that it would be forever.

You never told him that you did make a New Year’s resolution to understand what you deserve and then to get it. You didn’t say because you think it’s like a wish and it won’t come true if you say it out loud. He never told you that his was just to be with you.

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[princess-of-inarizaki]

hello ! if ur requests are currently open, can i get headcanons / scenario of inarizakis manager having a celeb crush (like finn wolfhard, louis partridge ALSO if u can, can u please make the celeb crush louis patridge ? im kinda desperate for sum louis x reader scenarios lawl) and they let them simp for him cuz it's just a crush right ? right, what they don't know is that manager-chan has made some attempts for him (their celeb crush) to notice them and they have successfully made him notice them bc manager chan is such a charm, so what will be their reactions if they see manager chan holding hands with the celeb crush that they didn't worry ab ? thank u in advance if u do it ! but it's fine if ur requests aren't open,, i just didn't see any posts ab ur requests being closed hehe also sorry if i did this wrong 😭 this is my first time requesting sumthn 😭😭

Louis Patridge x Inarizaki manager

Oh my goshhh hi bb. I'm so glad I was your first :D (yes, initially, requests were closed, unfortunately) but this was literally such a good one, I couldn't resist writing it. (I'm in love with Louis Patridge too, bubs)

Also, just a tip (if you're gonna request on anon, make sure you follow me, or have my profile saved because tumblr doesn't give you a notification when I've answered you 🥺🥺)

🦋; Inarizaki manager (reader) x Louis Patridge (celeb crush) x Inarizaki vbc ,, triggers: none!!

“Guys. DID YOU WATCH ENOLA HOLMES?” your breathless face was red due to fact that you've ran a long way, obviously to tell them this.

Atsumu and Osamu nodded in unison, “Yea, that Millie Bobbi Brown chick acted prett' well”

Suna rolled his eyes. “Hated it. Only watched it for Superman, though.”

Kita shrugged, walked up to you, and shook his head as he smoothed your hair down (the stray curls obviously came undone as you were running). “I don't watch fictious movies, y/n-san. Was it good?”

Eyes sparkling, you nodded. “It was more than good. Besides, that actor, Louis Patridge? The guy who plays Lord Tewkesbury? I think I'm in love with him.” a dream-like look glazed over your eyes as you stared at your phone wallpaper wistfully.

Suddenly, the bell rang, jolting you back to reality. “Oh that's right, I need to go to class now.”, and with that, you left six very stunned boys in the gym.

“I wonder what'll be of her crush on that' actor?” asked Atsumu with a smirk. Don't be fooled though, behind the easygoing exterior, he was the most concerned of the lot (and the most jealous).

“Yer' overthinking it. They live oceans apart, and he plays movies on the big screen.” drawled Osamu.

“Yeah, I'm sure one of us still has more chance with her than him, she's actually met us, after all.” chirped Akagi, with a positive note. He was determined to win you over, and a celeb crush didn't deter him in any way.

Suna nodded, whilst Kita and Aran exchanged looks. “It's important to be supportive of her though. Albeit it being merely a schoolgirl crush, this could mean a lot to her.” said Kita, and his tone invited no further disagreement.

Back at home that evening, thoughts of the handsome brown haired boy could not leave your mind, and you logged onto Instagram, hoping to see if he had posted any updates.

He had, and it was a selfie of himself, with his tousled hair in all its "I-just-got-out-of-bed" glory. Damn, this man was sexy.

Smiling, you typed out a comment. “No offense, but if being adorable was a crime, you'd have fine written all over you ˃ᴗ˂ ”. Yes, it was dorky, and cheesy all in one. But why not? He might not ever read it anyways, as your comment got swept underneath the hundreds of others that came after it.

Sighing, you settled down to study, with thoughts about the comment and Louis pushed out of your mind.

Meanwhile, as Louis scrolled through his comments, a single one caught his eye. She used a pickup line (how adorable) which caused his cheeks to redden. Tentatively, he surveyed her profile, before feeling the familiar sensation of having a crush, wash over him.

She was gorgeous, and although he knew he shouldn't stalk random pretty girls over the internet, he couldn't help himself. Her pictures showed her to be the manager of a club of some sort, and she was almost always posing with a teammate. A male, teammate.

But damn, that smile. Even if he felt a small pit of unfounded jealousy at the guys, her smile was enough to distract him from anything.

His fingers hovered over the "follow back" button, before he finally gave in to temptation by following her, commenting, and putting his phone away quickly, suddenly feeling like a schoolboy all over again.

That morning, before school, you could barely believe the notifications waiting for you on your phone.

"louispatridge_ is following you"

"louispatridge_ commented: nah, if anyone's fine, it's gotta be you ˃ᴗ˂ "

Of course, after having seven mini panic attacks, and fawning over him, you set out to tell your boys at the volleyball club the good news.

And all you could think about on the way there was how Louis Patridge somehow noticed you. It was unbelievable, and somehow turned your insides to jelly.

As soon as you reached the gym, you flung yourself on Atsumu, engulfing him in a hug. “Guys I'm so happy” you managed to choke out.

Atsumu obviously enjoyed holding you, and he gently wrapped his arms around you to feel your heart beating quickly

“To what do we owe the pleasure of seeing you this early, y/n?” joked Aran.

Wordlessly, you dug into your pocket and pulled out your phone. “He thinks I'm fine. Fine means hot right? I mean, I used it meaning hot. Because he is hot. And he thinks the same of me, that's gotta be good? And the emoticon. He used the same one, he's so cu—”

But you were interrupted out of your whisper-babble by the boys' shocked faces. He noticed her? This fast? “I'm so happy for you, y/n” said Akagi cheerfully, but internally he was demotivated and sad at the prospect of you dating the young star.

Suna looked at you thoughtfully and ruffled your hair. “That's my girl. She's just as amazing and capable as those girls on the silver screen.” and although it pained him to say this, he just wanted to share your happiness.

The twins were withdrawn, and Kita congratulated you, whilst obviously feeling a bit regretful for dismissing it as a "schoolgirl crush".

In general, the boys were upset, but not surprised. If you had them all collectively whipped for you, why not a movie star?

After kissing Suna's cheek and waving the rest of the boys off, you skipped all the way to homeroom, excited to share the news with your friends.

Silence followed your absence as Aran shrugged. “So are we gonna acknowledge the elephant in the room?”

Atsumu pouted and glared at them all. “Why did he have to notice her? Was it her profile picture? I've always asked her to change it, she looks way too attractive.”

Osamu nodded and jutted his bottom lip. “I mean, we think she's the most beautiful girl in the world, and apparently other guys do too.”

“Oh God make it stop” whispered Suna. “I wish she'd just stay ours. I don't mind competing with you guys, I'm obviously better, but that actor dude? No chance.”

“We'll be supportive” reaffirmed Kita. “Above all, she's out friend and we do not own her. If this makes her happy, we won't ruin it.”. Akagi and Aran were quiet.

Ever since that day, you and Louis have been slowly but steadily growing closer and falling harder for each other.

He tried his luck by texting you, and although you were shy and tentative at first, getting to know the real him was refreshing.

And you really did like him. He was intelligent, adorable, and realistic. The two of you spent your time from dusk till' dawn talking, whether on call or on text.

And no one could deny the blossoming chemistry between yourself and Louis. He was a gentleman in every way, and his honeyed words stuck in your heart, finding its way to be replayed every time you felt down.

The boys slowly saw you drifting away. And when you weren't, it was always "Louis this—" or “Louis said—” and frankly their hearts couldn't take it anymore. It was time to give up, and love you as a friend instead.

But immersed in his attention you barely even noticed.

One day, Louis called you as you were heading home after practice. “y/n! Love, guess what?”

“aw bubs, just tell me. I hate guessing. Mostly because I suck at it.”

You could hear him chuckle on the other side of the line as he softly whispered “I'm coming to Japan on the ninth!”

“Wait, Louis. Today's the ninth.”

“I know. So are you gonna come to that bubble tea place you won't shut up about, or must I come get you?”

“You're joking”

“I'm not. I've wanted to surprise you, and I swear it was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Which includes getting kicked by a horse on set, but nevermind about that, y/n, I want to see you, so get your arse here.”

“Coming, Lord Tewkesbury”

“I might have a kink.”

You blushed bright red at his words. “shut up oh my gosh, I'll be there.”

Louis ended the call with a small smile on his face. He knew how easily flustered you were with him and he loved it. It was just another thing on the list of all the reasons why Louis Patridge adored you to hell and back.

The whole way to the shop, your heart was pounding. So you'd finally get to meet the guy you've been dreaming about ever since you laid eyes on him in a movie.

Ever since those late night phone calls and early morning texts made your heart race and eyes sparkle with wonder.

You were finally meeting him.

The familiar sweet smell of the tea washed over you, and a familiar face waited for you at the entrance. His brown eyes looked gorgeous in the sun and his hair was tousled exactly the way you once saw in a selfie.

Wasting no time, you ran to him, pulling him to a hug. He laughed and caught you in his arms, holding you closer as your legs wrapped around his waist. No words were exchanged, just touches. There were too many words said already.

After pulling away, he gently stroked his thumb through your features. Tucking a strand aside, ruffling your hair. His hands ached to touch you, and now, finally, he could.

“You're such a dork.” was all you could whisper, afraid speaking loudly would break the spell.

“Your dork. All yours.”

“Louis!” your voice went an octave higher as the familiar warm sensation came over your cheeks, painting them a delicate pink.

“Oh God, I've always wanted to see you blush. How can you be so adorable?? Oh God.”

You whined in protest, but frankly, you were too happy to be around him to care much at all.

Tipping your chin to face him, Louis Patridge did the one thing he dreamt of doing, ever since he stalked through your Instagram profile one fateful morning.

He kissed you.

And wouldn't you know it? You kissed him back. It was warm, comforting, and everything you thought it'd be.

Meanwhile, the boys had finished cleaning up the gym, and started heading home.

“Hey guys, do you wanna go grab some bubble tea?” asked Aran. The prospect of food, or sweet things always cheered up the boys, and after a day of particularly grueling practice, it was no surprise they agreed at once.

You however, were comfortably nestled next to Louis as you swapped stories. Your hands never left each other, though. He kept stroking your palm, just to remind himself you were here, right next to him.

“So how's the volleyball club, Mrs. manager?”

“Mrs? Do I look like I'm married?” to which Louis responded with a shrug and wink.

Coincidentally, the Inarizaki boys entered the shop at that very moment, freezing in their tracks after seeing you in a booth with Louis.

“Psst. Guys. Loverboy's here.”

“Should we say hello?”

“I might cry if they kiss” whimpered Akagi.

“We need to say hello, it's the right thing to do.” said Kita sensibly, as he walked up to the two of you. “Hello y/n-san, Louis-san.” said Kita with a slight nod.

Happily, you rose from your seat and hugged the captain, thanking him for saying hi, as you introduced him to Louis.

Soon, the other boys came around and one by one, introduced themselves as well. Honestly speaking, they were jealous. How could they possibly get over someone like you? Someone as spectacular and beautiful as you? But when they saw you face shining with radiance as you smiled at Louis, and the way his hands never left yours, they understood.

And they wanted you to be happy. That was the most important thing, above all else for the both of them.

“I love you, manager-chan.”

[slut4russia]

axis + allies reacting to you being upset because of your friends

hi this is my FIRST ~reaction post~ so sry if it’s not great. i needed something to cheer me up today cause my friends love to leave me out :/ lawl

also side note, since this is the first one, i’m doing both axis and allies but pls do not request both at a time 😔 my deteriorating brain cannot do it all the time

AXIS

Ludwig Beilschmidt (Germany)

on jah, he’s mad. you are so fun to be around so like ??? why are they leaving you out?? you are the life of the party, or at least his party. he will give you encouraging words, trying his best to cheer you up (cause you know he loves you <33)

Feliciano Vargas (North Italy)

poor bebe is going to cry with you. he knows what it’s like to be left out and have people be mean to him :( but do not fear! this will not dull his optimism! he will do whatever it takes you make you smile again! (cause he baby, he just wants you to be happy <333)

(this is my fav gif of him, he so cute ;’))

Kiku Honda (Japan)

he will listen to you rant about it and give you the best words of encouragement. although he doesn’t completely understand, he tries his best! he will cook you some really good comfort food and remind you of the small things in life. everything will be okay!

Gilbert Beilschmidt (Prussia)

he won’t admit it out right but FUCK it makes him so sad to see you like this. he will listen to you talk and chime in to let him know that what they did was so (fucking) rude. he’ll try to cheer you up by cracking jokes and suggesting going out to your favorite shops!

Lovino Vargas (South Italy)

he is PISSED. how could someone do that to you??? livid. he’s gonna listen to you rant and agree with you, throwing insults at your “friends” because nobody disrespects his baby like that! he’s probably going to cry if you cry (emotional bub <3). expect lots n lots of cuddles n kisses.

ALLIES

Alfred F. Jones (America)

it hurts him to see you so upset :( he’s like “no no no baby” and he will wrap you up in the warmest embrace and rest his head on yours, letting you cry into his chest as he slowly rocks you back n forth. he reassures you that no matter who leaves, he will ALWAYS be there, no matter what <3

Arthur Kirkland (colonizer England)

he sees you crying and he is like ???!!!. he sighs and asks you what is wrong, opening his arms and trying his best to make you feel okay. he makes you a nice cup of warm tea and reads your favorite story to you <3 he knows it always cheers you up!

Francis Bonnefoy (France)

is absolutely distraught!!! who would do something like this to such a lovely person :( it shatters his heart. he will hold you close and remind you of all the things he loves about you, giving you small kisses on your forehead, cheeks, and nose. he loves you oh so much and will go to the ends of the earth so show it <3

Ivan Braginsky (Russia)

when he sees you upset, his heart absolutely sinks. he understands this feeling more than he would like to admit because he is so misunderstood and always left out :(. the only thing worse than feeling this himself is seeing the one person who understands him feel this way. he will hold you for hours, making sure you know you are loved, you don’t need those “friends”!

Yao Wang (China)

he immediately asks which friends, although he probably knows. he has been around long enough to know the feeling, and understands how you feel! he’ll tell you that they aren’t worth tears or heartache. he’ll cook you a lot of tasty food n make sure you know that there are better days ahead <3

Matthew Williams (Canada)

He KNOWS exactly how it feels! he is always left out and of course it hurts him, but seeing the people who you call your friends being mean to you makes it 1000000x worse. he hugs you and reassures you, letting you melt into his soft figure. he’ll make you some pancakes with extra maple syrup to help bring a smile to your face again. soft baby loves you more than you think. ;’’’)

🇨🇦🥞💕

(sorry there is no gif for canada 💔 i can only put 10 pictures :’( i apowogize i’ll put emojis in commemoration)

[bunnimew]

Not Much for a Soul

Rating: T  Fandom: Rise of the Guardians Relationship: Jack Frost/Pitch Black Tags: Demon AU, Humor, Fluff, Consent issues dragged out into the light lawl, Kind of a meetcute if you tilt your head and squint a little Summary: For RotG Halloween 2020: Day 6 @rotg-halloween

A flat bike tire changes Pitch's future. 

On AO3 here.

This route was a lot less terrifying on a bike. 

The traffic was too far away. Pitch never usually had that thought, but tonight, limited to the speed and resilience of his own two feet, the sounds of life were muffled and distant. He felt that if something happened to him here, no one would arrive in time. No one might even hear him.

The buildings on either side of the street were tall and dark, closed and locked for the night. Nobody here had worked as late as Pitch had. None of them had stayed late enough to be sentry for his safe passage. 

He was being dramatic. 

Nothing was going to happen. If there was nobody here, the way it looked and sounded, then there was no one here to help him nor hurt him. He just had to get home.

Pitch reset his grip on the handlebars and decided not to think about it anymore. He would need to get the tire replaced in the morning; he didn’t want to walk this path at night again if he didn’t have to. 

“Nice bike.”

Pitch damn near jumped out of his skin. It was his own fault. He’d hyped up the desertion of the street and the creepiness of the quiet all by himself. If he was afraid of the lone, thin teen standing under the streetlight who looked like he might weigh a hundred pounds soaking wet, he did it to himself. 

What was this kid doing out here, anyway? 

“Thanks.” The reply was automatic. Compliment? Thanks. “Can I help you?”

“Oooh,” the teen smiled. “Accent. I like it.”

Pitch wished he hadn’t stopped, because now it would be rude to keep walking. 

“You don’t seem lost.”

The teen shook his head. “Nah, I’m right where I want to be.”

Pitch thought as much. He gestured in the direction he’d been walking. “Then, if you don’t mind…”

He didn’t manage a full step before the teen spoke again. “Maybe you can still help me.”

Pitch swallowed, irritated, and put his foot back down. Manners were a curse. “With?”

“I’m Jack,” he said, and tilted his head forward charmingly with a smile to match, “and I’m looking for some souls. May I have yours?”

Pitch couldn’t help it. He snorted a laugh. 

“I know, it sounds stupid—”

“That’s the worst pick-up line I’ve ever heard.”

“It is pretty bad, isn’t it?” Jack’s nose wrinkled in distaste, but his smile didn’t go anywhere. “What’s your name?”

“Pitch.” He nodded. “But I’m not really looking to date, right now, so…”

He was stopped again. “Not even a pretty little thing like me?” Jack batted his blue eyes at him and tilted his face at an alluring angle. It was an impressively self-aware display. 

And Pitch had to admit, those eyes were quite pretty. Combined with his pale, dishevelled hair and rounded chin, the man was striking. And maybe he wasn’t as young as Pitch originally thought; he’d never met someone under the age of twenty this smooth. Smooth didn’t mean trustworthy, though. “I don’t even know you.”

“You know I’m looking for souls,” Jack insisted with bright eyes and a convincing grin. 

Pitch snorted again. “Does that line ever work?”

“Surprisingly high success rate.”

Pitch shook his head, but there was a laugh on his lips. Disbelieving maybe, but a laugh all the same. “You’re on an awfully deserted street if you’re looking for people.”

Jack’s grin changed. It was small, but Pitch could swear it was… devilish, now. “I found one,” he pointed out. 

Which, Pitch shrugged a shoulder, “I’ll give you that.” 

Jack splayed his hands and despite all the smiles, all the posing, now was the most salesman-like he’d seemed all night. “So what do you want for it?”

Pitch furrowed his brows. Had he missed something? “What do you mean?”

“Say I was a demon,” Jack said, moving his hands and shoulders in overly casual ways that made Pitch pay extra attention to them, to what they could be hiding, “Say I was actually looking for souls. Would you sell me yours?”

That was maybe the oddest question Pitch had ever been asked. He wondered why he wasn’t saying no. “I suppose that depends. What are you offering?”

Jack laughed. It wasn’t the sleazy laugh of a dealmaker or the forced laugh of marketing. He sounded delighted. “Care and affection?”

Pitch considered it, but only for a second. “That doesn’t seem like much for a soul.”

“It’s really not.” Jack shook his head, and Pitch got the impression he was having the time of his life with this. 

Pitch suddenly realized he was still clutching his bike, standing on a deserted street in his work clothes, talking to a man barely out of college about selling souls. He blinked, and said the words before he thought more about it. “This is an odd conversation to be having this time of night in a place like this.”

Jack shrugged and leaned back against the light pole behind him. The yellow cone made it hard for Pitch to say whether his hair was actually white or a pale blond, and it washed out the blue in his eyes. “How about love?”

Pitch blinked again and told himself to stop looking so hard at Jack. They were having a conversation, still, apparently. “I’m sorry, what?”

“If I promised to love you,” Jack said, with a patience and exactness that made his words sound much more serious than this hypothetical conversation probably deserved, “would you sell me your soul for that?”

Pitch tilted his head curiously. “Wouldn’t you already have it?” 

Jack’s smile was so much more gentle now. “That would be if you,” he pointed at Pitch, then himself. “Loved me.”

Pitch took a second, but conceded. “So it would.” 

“If anything,” Jack continued, “it would be like you owned my soul.”

Pitch shifted his weight and released the handle of his bike to set that hand on his hip. If every romance novel ever written was to be believed, then that was not untrue. Many questions sprang to Pitch’s mind. “Is this a line you usually use to pick people up?”

Jack barked a surprised laugh. “You know, actually, I’ve never tried it quite like this before.”

Pitch wasn’t sure he believed that. “Why would you purchase a soul just to give yours back?”

“Well, because I wouldn’t actually be giving mine, since I don’t really have one to give, but also,” Jack’s eyes had rolled up as he thought, his arms sort of half-crossed, half-gesturing as he worked through the logic. It was kind of endearing. “‘Cause it would be nice, right? Being in love? Loving someone and knowing they wouldn’t leave you?”

Pitch supposed he could see the appeal, put like that. It was a little bit psychotic and a lotta bit problematic, but alright, in a fantasy sort-of assumed consent kind of way, loving someone and knowing they wouldn’t leave you was nice. “But can you love if you’re missing your soul?”

Jack bit his lip, looking very pleased. “You sure can.”

“You sound very confident,” Pitch mused. This whole conversation was very strange. To imagine Pitch wouldn’t be having it if he’d missed that nail. “So if I sell you my soul, you’ll promise to love me forever?”

“Well, as long as you live,” Jack said. He seemed wholly unconcerned about that. “And you’d have to wait ten years, of course. Soul contracts always come with a grace period before they start.”

“Oh, of course.” Pitch pressed his hand to his chest dramatically. “I never meant to rush. How could I forget that deals with demons have a decade delay? How foolish of me.”

Jack’s smile widened and he pushed away from the streetlight. “I really like you.”

Pitch was flattered and a little bit shocked. His hand drifted down from his chest. “After only one conversation?”

Jack shrugged carelessly. “Sometimes you just know.” 

His steps didn’t stop. Pitch wasn’t sure what to do, but with his bike to steady, he couldn’t exactly retreat. Or, at least, not without being terribly obvious about it. 

“Sometimes you’re wrong.”

“Yeah,” Jack breathed, now close enough that he didn’t have to speak at full volume for Pitch to hear him. He finally stopped at a very polite, but very forward, distance. Pitch wasn’t sure what to do. “But I don’t think I am.”

“You don’t even know me.”

Jack’s smile looked so very pleased. 

“So just to recap,” he said, and Pitch was sure from his expression, from his body language, that he was having so much fun with this, “If I promise to love you, with all my heart, ten years from now of course.”

Pitch found himself muttering, “Of course,” but he didn’t know why.

“Then you’ll give me your soul?”

He wasn’t sure why this needed a recap. It was all hypothetical, wasn’t it? There was no way Jack was actually going to love him in ten years, especially not if they didn’t… see each other between then and now. But those were the terms they had discussed, weren’t they? 

“I suppose I’m not doing anything with it.”

Jack laughed, but he was shaking his head. And moving forward again. “Good answer, but that’s not how contracts work. You have to say yes.” Jack looked up and met his eyes very intently. “Or, you know, ‘I do.’”

“I do?”

Jack nodded. “You do.”

Pitch wasn’t sure why he was saying anything at all, but Jack was very close now and Pitch… wanted to. “Yes.”

“Excellent.” 

Pitch gasped. Cold fingers pressed against the side of his face, and he wondered when Jack’s hand had gotten that close. His palm tilted Pitch’s face, and now he knew what Jack wanted. What he wanted, too, if he was honest. It was a silly deal to make, there was no way it was real, but it seemed real, and this felt real, and Jack really didn’t seem all that young, anymore.

Pitch’s hand found its way to Jack’s waist, thin and solid, and that was all the grounding he needed to make a decision, to lean down and take Jack’s lips with his. 

It was a chaste kiss, tentative, very unsure, but lingering, and sweet. So sweet, light, like a first love or a New Year’s promise. It filled his chest and made it hard to breathe, and Pitch hadn’t shared a kiss like that in… a while. 

Jack, the nymph, licked his lips once then pulled away. It was a terrible tease, but since Pitch wasn’t sure what had come over him in the first place, it was probably best it stay that way. He wasn’t in the habit of kissing strangers on the street and yet, here he was.

“See you in ten years, then,” Jack said as he drifted out of Pitch’s hold. He waved, a flirty little flip of his hand, then started down the street and into the darkness.

Pitch shook himself. Wait, what? “You’re joking?” He wasn’t serious. He was leaving?

“Oh no,” Jack turned back with a secret smile. “We sealed it with a kiss. That means it’s a deal.” He closed one eye in a slow, seductive wink, and only then did Pitch notice the unnatural glow in his bright, blue eyes. They were lit from within by a cold burning fire. Under the streetlight, he never could have guessed. But out in the dark... Jack looked otherworldly. “Your soul is mine, Sweetheart.”

Jack… 

Had he really been a demon all along?

“Don’t get too old,” Jack said. He spun slowly on his feet and continued along the street. “I like ‘em spry.” His laugh echoed between buildings on the deserted street. “But I’ve got a good feeling about you. I might even already love you.”

He was insane, surely. Pitch gaped as he watched Jack simply leave him behind after all of that, but between one shadow and the next, he was gone, and there was nothing left to watch. 

Pitch wondered what that meant for his soul. 

[tropicalfreckles]

While waiting for my ride I’m feeling nostalgic so I wanna talk about this time I worked at an amusement park that was doing a halloween event thing. So, I worked there for about a month and a half, cause, it doesn’t last that long. I worked there as a monster, dressed with a costume and mask, sadly no make up (jealous of the people that got to do that that is so much fun). One of my favorite scares I got out of someone was when I tag teamed with my fellow corner monsters. I was originally gonna go with a mannequin scare (it’s where you basically pretend to be a prop and blend in to the background then BAM scare), but, when I saw this lady was already flippin’ out I knew it would be better to start creepily stalking over to her with my back hunched. I was dragging my nails against the corn in our maze, and the guy in the shack next to me and the other monster around the corner all honed in on this poor woman lmao. We did a triple scare, she jumped into the arms of her friends behind her and screamed she was gonna pee herself and almost knocked all three of them over lmaaaao. Another favorite scare of mine was this guy who looked like he could either been like a late teen-early 20s, was running ahead of his friends, talking about how scared he was. I did the mannequin scare for that, since my costume also blended in with the corn, I got right up into it and waited. When he got close, I made a horrifying noise and came out at him. He jumped into the air, fell to the ground dramatically, then jumped back up and ran as fast as he could to get away lawl. Ahhhh I wish that gig was a year long job. There are a lot of stories like that, and on the stand-still moments where the maze is backed up and I couldn’t actually scare anyone cause ya know they’re standing there and can’t move. I would give kids high fives who would giddily run up to me. Cute as heck, kids are the hilarious.

[copperbadge]

shirokou replied to your photo “Taking this photo is the last thing I remember doing on January 5th,...”

I had no idea you were still recovering, sweetie. I'm glad to see you're doing better, but keep taking it easy as you heal. Do you have someone close to check up on you to see how you're doing? Do you have a follow-up appointment with your doctor? I know Dr. Deebs and Dr. Polka-dot are taking care of you! ^^! *gentle hug*

Oh yeah, I have friends who are checking in, and also coworkers. They know if I don’t show up and don’t call in that they need to check on me.

And I didn’t want to give anyone the impression that I’m not still under a doctor’s care! I had a check-in last week where I was cleared for everything except running and heavy machinery, and tomorrow I have a check-in to get cleared for running. “Heavy Machinery” usually means driving, for most people, and since I don’t drive that’s not as much of an issue. 

bonnie131313 replied to your post “Holy shit I am dying, you guys. This morning I was reading about...”

way back (possibly still) all the higher ups had to be able to walk into any McDonalds in their country and do any job in the place. When I was in High School I saw the guy in charge of every McDonalds in the northeast USA mop the lobby because a kid spilled a soda and the rest of us were busy. It was a horrible job but I was kind of impressed by that.

I’m pretty sure it’s still in effect, but I think for corporate particularly it’s not as, uh, strenuous as it used to be. It’s like “Okay, this week you’re going to spend an hour or two each day on the floor” kind of a deal. At least that’s my impression. 

amairawrites replied to your photo “Taking this photo is the last thing I remember doing on January 5th,...”

I’ll be honest that I’m more curious about how the kitties have responded to your concussion than how you’ve dealt with it.

I don’t know that they’ve really changed behavior much, to be honest, perhaps because home is where I’ve changed behavior the least. When I’m at home I’m usually sitting quietly anyway. :D The first 2-3 days they were pretty clingy and concerned, like they clearly knew something was up, but after that they more or less reverted to normal behavior. We’ve spent more time on the bed, because the heating pad helped with my sore muscles from the fall, and they love the bed so they’re quite happy about that. But by and large, home life is not too altered. 

figtreeandvine replied to your photo “Taking this photo is the last thing I remember doing on January 5th,...”

If you haven't already, go see a doctor again. Your word issues sound like a less severe form of my mother's aphasia--she had a stroke almost two years ago. She can speak grammatically but almost all nouns are gone--which makes actual speech...difficult. An MRI might help locate organic damage. Speech and/or physical therapy could also help.

They warned me that I might need therapy if the TBI was bad enough, but the checkup last week said that while it’s clear I’m still having issues, they’re fading about as rapidly as would be expected of someone of my age and general health. After tomorrow’s check-in I won’t have another for six-ish months unless I notice a decline or a stall in the healing, but I should be good to go. 

starkwest replied to your photo “Taking this photo is the last thing I remember doing on January 5th,...”

I feel you on the words issue. I've learned not to talk much in public. I get strange looks or people filling in the words. The meds I have to take make word memory so hard. Image association and deep breath back tracking helps somewhat. Your description of 'six degrees' is spot on. Good luck. I hope it improves for you soon.

What’s so interesting is that it’s only an issue when I’m talking -- when I’m writing, occasionally I’ll mistype a word (”might” for “my” or “attendee” for “attendant”) but I at least have all of them at my command. When I try to connect brain to mouth, something just goes awry. It’s like having a word on the tip of your tongue, like it’s not a NEW sensation, it’s just a much more common one than normal.

mangy-mongrel replied to your photo “Taking this photo is the last thing I remember doing on January 5th,...”

I would now like to put safety corners on all of your furniture

I mean, you’ve seen photos of my condo, it’s COVERED in pillows :D The doctors gave me a four page SUPER CONDESCENDING but understandably-so pamphlet about preventing tripping hazards in the home, and really “not to trip over my own goddamn feet” is what I need more than anything, sadly.

tehnakki replied to your photo “Taking this photo is the last thing I remember doing on January 5th,...”

LAWL. Oh Sam. Welcome to the brain-fucked-up club! It sucks =) Personally I agree with the super blasé emotional acceptance of injury. I've made my mom and friends cry by how casual I am about my death but *shrug emoji* it just doesn't bug me.

Yeah, I would think I’m not traumatized because I don’t remember it, but the fall isn’t the scary part for people, it’s the fact that I don’t remember it. But it’s not like there’s a gap, per se, or a blank space. There’s just a seamless transition from “taking a cute picture of Polk” to “waking up and feeling dreadful”. It’s like how you don’t normally remember the moment of falling asleep, only that moment lasted an hour and a half. 

pinglederry replied to your photo “Taking this photo is the last thing I remember doing on January 5th,...”

it’s weird reading about your word struggles bc that level of struggle is my regular adhd baseline. Was your concussion injury to the frontal lobe area?

I honestly don’t know. From the sound of it my brain just got bounced around my skull; they only did the CT scan, so I don’t think they could tell which part was actively bruised. But it would make sense, I clearly fell face-forward, and most of the bruising and scrapes were on my forehead, left cheekbone, left ear, and the area just above my left ear. 

junker5 replied to your photo “Taking this photo is the last thing I remember doing on January 5th,...”

I know you probably don’t feel “lucky” but you really are. I love how you deal with things both realistically and with your patented Sam humor. I’m so glad you are recovering, and so sorry you had such a crazy scare! In January no less!

I do feel lucky in the sense that since it happened I’ve read about a couple of people who fell over while drunk or passed out while high, bashed their head on something, and bled out before they regained consciousness. Living alone does come with that kind of peril. But I also think, you know, I was lucky to survive it and the odds of it happening again are quite low, in theory, so my guardian angel probably isn’t done with me yet :D 

yee-jun replied to your post “Holy shit I am dying, you guys. This morning I was reading about...”

Oh Boy! What A Way To Advertise A Vacancy!

I pictured this being shouted enthusiastically by a guy in a sweater vest with a pipe between his teeth, I’ll have you know :D 

[otamiyuki]

Got any more HCs about soroku or soven doing some world hopping aside from Corona lol Also your other HCs are SENDING ME in the best way possible!

Sorry, I know it’s been months, but here it is, anon ^ ^;.

SoRoku

For one thing, I see these two traveling via gummiship with of course the occasional argument on who gets to pilot it and such. I see Sora easily maneuvering around the enemy ships and knowing which path to take in the Ocean Between. He’d appreciate Roxas being his second pair of eyes in terms of spotting goodies as he does tend to be scatterbrained while zooming through the galaxy. Roxas would be able to spot and fire at enemies from a distance, but I also imagine him getting them both lost or transporting them to the wrong world lol.

Pride Lands

Both of them would be cubs, I’d imagine. Either way, the image of them both purring and nuzzling each other gives me the fuzzies.

Roxas will have to make do with wielding only one of his keyblades since that limitation applies to Sora as well. I would think despite being used to dual wielding, Roxas would still be efficient in battle using only one keyblade as he’s a hard hitter anyway.

Another image that comes to mind is cub!Roxas standing in front of cub!Sora protectively how Simba did with Nala in the elephant graveyard. Little growls and snarls included.

Roxas would be warmly welcomed by Simba and the others in the Pride Lands. I can also see Sora and Roxas having fun hanging out with a still cub Kiara, exploring different places while also making sure to help her against the occasional heartless. 

If these two were to see the relationship forming between Kiara and Kovu, it’s going to be a complete deja vu for them regarding their own relationship on how they evolved from supposed enemies to lovers.

Atlantica

These two singing duets together while in merman forms has me reeling.

Sora is just enchanted by Roxas’s singing voice (lawl, Jesse definitely wouldn’t have any difficulty providing his voice for this world) while Roxas is amazed at Sora’s voice himself (Haley’s voice wasn’t bad in the singing stages imo).

While Sora has a dolphin tail, I see Roxas having a shark’s tail, more specifically that of a great white. Roxas be having a bit of trouble swimming at first and he’s just floating around while wagging his tail all “I have no idea what I’m doing”. Skateboards, he can handle. But anything to do with water? He needs some adjusting lol.

Sora’s just laughing and takes his hand while showing him the ropes, the two of them eventually swimming in sync with some fancy tricks to impress the other on the side.

I’d imagine they could revert to their human forms to go on land. The two sitting across from each other on a boat in the middle of the sea while a suspiciously familiar voice sings a rendition of “Kiss the Girl” in the background.

Land of Dragons

I can’t help but imagine them sitting on the roof of the palace watching a bunch of fireworks go off.

San Fransokyo

I’m still in the middle of writing a certain fic pertaining to what these two would do in this world, but one sure thing would be them just having fun exploring the city and getting into wacky shenanigans San Fransokyo has to offer.

The introduction of Roxas to Big Hero 6 would be pleasant and a little comical at best. Namely, Baymax pointing out Roxas’s natural grumpiness and natural behavior of an adolescent.

Of course, the two getting lost just exploring the big city and agreeing that while Ghirardelli's ice cream is delicious, Sea Salt Ice Cream is better. And cheaper.

Olympus Coliseum

Those two would wreck the games, no doubt.

Beast’s Castle

I can see these two visiting the castle post-curse with Adam (Official name for human form Beast) and Belle living peacefully with no real conflict at first.

Halloween Town

Probably one of the worlds that is the most favorite for them. Roxas gets a little spooked at first despite it not being his first visit, but quickly gets used to it and even joins in on the spoopy fun.

Instead of his organization coat this time, Roxas will have a proper form change involving his outfit being a werewolf themed one, opposite to Sora’s vampire-imp motif.

Of course, winter fun times in Christmas Town as well. Cue, Sora sneaking a few snowballs to Roxas’s head before the latter retaliates, leading to one of them tackling the other to the ground (maybe steal a kiss or two ;) lol)

VenSora

I feel these two would also travel via gummiship, while also occasionally on Ven’s glider. Sora may eventually obtain a keyblade that he can shift into a glider as well, though, in all honesty, Ven will prefer to want to keep Sora very close so he can keep a better eye on him.

Cinderella’s Castle

I can see Ven introducing Sora to the mice gang along with Sora being taken aback at first at how giant everything looks only to realize that they merely shrunk. Cue Sora being reminded of navigating the Bizarre Room back in Wonderland.

Already mentioned in another post, but these two would definitely enjoy slow dancing with each other at one of the balls held in the castle. Can also imagine a mini-game similar to the one in Corona, where the two dance around the ballroom with different partners, ending with the two coming back together striking a pose.

I also imagine upon entering the ballroom, the pair are arm in arm much like Cinderella and Prince Charming.

Disney Town

Sora would have a blast trying out all the games and most likely will beat Ven’s pre-existing records on some of them.

Cue Sora being a boss at Ice Cream Beats or he and Ven making up a new flavor together.

Me thinks this place could also be a major date destination for the two.

Total fluff regarding the Dream Festival Million Dreams Award: Sora telling Ven he’d always have his vote considering he’s always been looking out for him before he even realized it.

Land of Departure

Probably already stated that this would be a significant destination for the two a million times already lol.

Headcanon that Sora crashes at the castle whenever he “accidentally” loses track of time. Dude technically has his own room set up, but Ven will conveniently “forget” to tell Sora that in order to have the brunet share his room. Not that Sor would mind lol.

Speaking of sleep arrangements, It goes without saying that Ven wouldn’t hesitate to cuddle Sora.

I honestly would be excited if Hawaii was a world in Kingdom Hearts. Sure, we already have Deep Space, but I think it would be sweet to have Stitch be reunited with both Sora and Ven.

Ven and Sora being happy to see Stitch in a much better place with a home and loving family.

The two already loving Lilo like she could be their little sister (or even daughter).

Those two surfing the waves together make the perfect scene.

I’d imagine that Sora would take to hula dancing pretty well and may convince Ven to try it with him. Ven is decent enough, but he prefers to watch Sora as he finds him being better at it.

The two enjoying a walk on the beach hand-in-hand or arm-in-arm lol. They wouldn’t be able to decide whether this beach or destiny Islands is better but will find that there’s something different and special about the sunset in this world.

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Reveal AU Part 4

A Fallen Hero Fanfic

This series will have spoilers! And Kiyo has the suicidal scar! There’s also mentions of blood later into the second part!

Give Me a Reason

Steel 1 week ago:

  You snort, hand coming up to your face to hide your smile as you watch him take refuge from the onslaught of dogs by hiding behind the huge Mastiff. Only to have another dog jump in, butting her head into him to tackle him away from the Mastiff who happily stays laying down ignoring the chaos around him. Kiyo lets out a loud laugh petting her with a smile you didn’t even think was possible.

 “Is he yours?”

 You turn to look at the older woman wide eyed, coughing into your hand when she clearly points to Spoon who runs around in a circle before jumping onto Kiyo’s back and covering him with sloppy kisses, “Yes.”

 She laughs lightly, “Thought I was talking about the cutie in the dog pile?”

  “No,” you bite out staring resolutely ahead, trying to will the blush away. You don’t need any added complications.

 She laughs again, “It’s been awhile since I’ve seen him here. I think the last time was before that horrible incident… I had thought he had been one of the casualties,” She looks at Kiyo sadly, “He’s changed quite a bit...though not too much it seems,” she chuckles when he tries to stand only to have a german shepard tackle him back to the ground. “He always did like coming to the park to play with the dogs.”

  You hadn’t known that… you wonder if Ortega ever knew if he’s ever seen Kiyo smile or laugh the way he does only here. “Horrible incident?” you ask looking at her, she couldn't mean…

 “Heartbreak,” she says with a sad sigh, “I lost quite a few people to it.”

  “My condolences.”

 “Thank you… it's been a long time since it happened but I'm glad there's at least one good thing it didn't take away,” she pats your shoulder gently before turning to leave. “Keep an eye on him, he's a good kid.”

 You stare at him, watching as he giggles under the overwhelming attention from the dogs. He keeps trying to stand only to be overrun. You turn to say something to the woman but she’s already wandered off away from you chasing after her own dog.

  “Hey!” you swivel your head back to see Kiyo running up, he has such a nice smile. Kiyo immediately frowns as he comes to a stop in front of you and you curse yourself. You shouldn’t be thinking that, especially when he’s around. He shakes his head slightly before resuming his smile. “I’m getting a Mastiff!”

 “Kiyo-”

 “Look at the fucker Chen,” he points to the Mastiff whose tongue lawls out of its mouth, “He’s fucking huge!”

 You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose, “Can you even afford one? Or even afford to take care of one?”

 “Yes,” he says not looking you in the eye.

 “You’re not stealing someone’s dog,” you cross your arms and he looks at you completely offended.

  “I wouldn’t do that!” he pouts, “You're just saying that because I stole your wallet once, ON ACCIDENT.”

 “You can’t steal a person’s wallet on accident!”

 “You can if you didn’t want to steal a Rangers wallet,” he mutters, “Besides my job pays well enough for me to afford and take care of a dog or any other animal.”

 “You have a job,” disbelief colors your voice but your smirk lightens the actual sentence.

 “Ha ha, Yes I’ve got a job,” he crosses his arms defensively, “It’s not like I could go around being a vigilante again and steal from bad guys.”

 “Ortega still trying to talk you into it?” you ask with a frustrated sigh. You wish Ortega would just drop it, it's best that Kiyo isn't in the line of fire. Kiyo responds with a wince and a nod of his head. You both sigh, moving to sit down on a nearby bench.

 “I think he’s got Herald in on it too,” he groans as he leans back and watches Spoon run around, “I don’t think he gets that I want nothing to do with it. What happened with Heartbreak…” he swallows reflectively hands gripping tightly to his knees.

  “You don’t have to talk about it with me if you don’t want too,” you murmur softly and he responds by shaking his head.

  “Something broke Chen,” he forces the words out, his body shaking, “and it feels like Ortega thinks he can just recrack everything and glue it all back together the ‘right’ way but… it feels more like I’m going to lose what’s holding me together now.”

 You set your hand gently on his shoulder and he leans into it, “What do you want me to do?”

  He sighs in response, “I don’t know, I just… I honestly don’t know how to handle any of this. I don’t even know if seeing my therapist is helping or making things worse.” He can’t meet your eyes, “Chen… If I do something stupid... will you stop me,” he says it desperately, looking you in the eyes to try and make you understand.

 “I will,” you don’t hesitate as memories of him jumping out of the window play in your mind. The sound of shattering of glass. Whatever happens, you’ll stop him and you will help him in whatever way you can.

 He lets out a breath, sagging in relief, “I’ll hold you to that.”

“...What do you mean you stole from bad guys?”

 “Oh look! I think Spoon wants attention. Bye!”

 “Kiyo!”

…..

Steel Present:

  You hadn’t expected this to be what he meant by something stupid but it fits well enough that you can freely choose to kick his ass to stop him from endangering himself. Heartbreak… Of course, it’s him. The name had never dawned on you until now. A part your lives that refuses to let go... that refuses to let him go.

 You bring up your hand just in time to block the hit aimed for your head. You're being overwhelmed but the main issue is this person. A skull mask accented with carved wilting flowers stares back at you before a haunting chuckle rips from their throat.

 “You're not the fly I was trying to draw in but I'll enjoy taking you apart all the same,” they push off you into a backflip and as they land the floor cracks beneath them. “Boys take 5. This one's mine,” they stand to full height slightly towering over you as they flick their wrist to produce a blade from their gauntlet.

 You brace yourself, they look like they're built for speed and from the taste they've given you they're incredibly strong as well. You're going to have to play defense until they give you an opening. They swing forward just as the others around you back off. Your arms come up to parry their blade, aiming a punch towards their stomach that they avoid by jumping and landing on your arm. Their foot kicks off you face letting them jump back slightly before rushing back with the intent to stab you.

 You shake off your daze in time to move to the side and land a blow against their back. They laugh in response completely unaffected before trying to swing a kick towards your head. You grab their leg and they twist in your hand jumping to allow their other leg to kick you square in the jaw. You let go, wincing back as they drop to the floor.

  “Such a shame to ruin a pretty mind but I do prefer my men dazed and drooling,” they chuckle as they roll to their feet.

  “You're not my type,” you comment raising your fists, defense isn't getting you anywhere you'll need to try to take them down by force.

  “Oh yes I forgot, you prefer morons with pretty smiles,” they laugh as they easily dodge your attack. How do they know that?

 They twist around you, moving like water before they stop just behind you. Close enough for you to hear their whispers, “You think far louder than you know.” They dodge as you swing back, a chuckle escaping them. “You know you're so much funnier to play with than I was led to believe. It's really too bad you-”

 A small missile misses you by inches, hitting them head on, the explosion from it tossing them through the nearby wall. You turn to find Heartbreak dropping a missile launcher in time to block an attack from one of the goons who had been watching your fight.

  “Did you really just shoot a fucking missile launcher in a building!” you rush forward fist planting itself into a goon's face who had been trying to sneak attack him.

 “Not that kind of missile launcher,” comes his distorted reply as he throws someone over his shoulder.

  “You literally just blew someone into the next room,” you growl out blocking a crowbar aimed at you, twisting it so you can use it against your attacker.

 “Exactly, if it had been the kind you're thinking of do you really think this part of the building would still be here?” he grunts as he dodges an attack and you find each other back to back. “She's not down,” his voice comes out panicked you find yourself being grabbed and swung around as he switches places with you.

 A loud crack and you turn to see his faceplate break around the skull mask’s fist. He pushes off away from them backing into you, “Pay attention!” he screams and you twist back in time to grab a person’s modded fist aimed at you. You feel him as he pushes off you and you can hear him fighting them, grunting in exhaustion. How many people has he fought to get to you?

 You barely have time to pay attention to him as you take on the other opponents in the room. Is he winning? It doesn't sound like it. He screams out in pain and you punch the last goon in time to turn around to find a long blade sticking out through his side and the skull face person splattered with blood as they yank the blade out. No. He falls to his knees hands covering his wound. They raise their bloodied blade intent on finishing him.

 You don't remember moving but you find yourself tackling them to the ground. They let out a frustrated scream that's cut short as you slam their head several times into the floor. You only stop when they lie limp beneath you and your own breathing has become harsh and uneven.

 “Steel…” his voice comes out weak, halfway garbled by a broken voice distorter. You turn to find his grey eyes hazed over looking at you but not seeing you, blood spilling through his hands.

  “Kiyo.”

[ask-anyone-from-the-tick]

Bellow the cut are my spoilery thoughts after watching season 2 of the Tick

I’m kind of glad Dot turned out to have a super power because being the only hero with no powers is sort of Arthur’s whole thing. I also like that she didn’t outshine Overkill and just step over him, but still looks up to him a bit and appreciates his approval. They feel like equals, and he’s still an awkward turtle socially.

THEY WERE SO CUDDLY AND AWKWARD ON THE COUCH, Overkill is def the kind of guy who can’t move if there’s a pet on his lap. He’s so soft I can’t...

I LOVE that we get to see more of Joan and her relationship to her family, she’s awesome and I love and support her. She’s just doing her best, and I hope those lobster babies come to visit.

Superian and Larry’s relationship continues to baffle me just a bit. Larry seems to just be a willing servant to cater to his whims I guess. I kinda hoped they were more buddy buddy than that. Apparently it makes Superian feel better to toss him way up and catch him lawl

The way Hobbs reacted when Tick broke the arm wrestling machine thing makes me wonder if Tick is actually the strongest superhero in the world, maybe second only to Superian ??? Or at least the strongest ever registered with AEGIS.

I really, REALLY like Sage. He’s fantastic. He’s also really attractive, is it just me? DAT VOICE THO. [take me on a wild nipple ride! jk omg I’m sorry]

That twin woman who was impressed with Arthur’s nerdy organization came off as REALLY OBVIOUSLY flirting with him, and his reaction was to just shrug it off like he wasn’t in to her, even though she was gorgeous, and Tick immediately picked up on it that she was flirting and got DEFENSIVE AS HELL like she was taking Arthur away and I just-- that’s pretty gay guys. That’s really... wow. And then she comes back and continues to hit on Arthur and he never once acts like he’s in to her, I don’t... I don’t know what to say but if Arthur suddenly starts pining over her in season 3 out of no where I’m gonna kms [not because he’s not gay but because it’s pretty clear he’s not interested in this woman. Don’t establish this and then force romance after we’ve seen there’s none.] Also when Arthur was picking out fancy clothes Tick had REALLY specific fashion descriptions and opinions on what looked good on him. He was like enjoying Arthur modeling clothes ajdlfdjas

Someone needs to draw Overkill being lovingly rescued by dolphins STAT

I honestly, unironically, think Edgelord’s entire look is cool and he’s very handsome. I think he looks like if Johnny Depp and Adam Driver had a baby.

SUPERIAN FEARS THE TUMBLRS. We’re his kryptonite. 

Dangerboat... plane... whatever he is, kinda deserved a little more attention toward the last half of the season. The episode centered around him was the most emotional and it brought everyone together more, I really dug that. It made me cry. ALSO WE STAN MICHAEL, HE WAS TOO GOOD FOR THIS WORLD. I’m so proud of Arthur for seeing Dangerboat more as a person and making an effort to connect to him as a friend. <3 good job Arthur-- at the same time--

I HATE they way Arthur acted like Dot has a specific thing she should or shouldn’t be that was out of character. It’s like the writers wanted the female character to undergo some sort of oppression to rise up against, some form of misogyny from her male family member that she had to point out. You shouldn’t have to tear down a good character because he’s male, to make the female look good. If misogyny was gonna come out of Arthur, let it come out another way other than “this isn’t want you’re supposed to do” like mother fucker, she’s been taking care of you your whole life, she’s done martial arts training, she’s a paramedic, she is way more qualified than you. He’s the last person to talk that way to anyone and it’s pissing me the fuck off. He’s the one struggling with mental illness and no phyical ability to fight anyone, it makes no sense.

Arthur’s actor Griffin Newman, he just does such a fantastic job. The whole undercover scene was so perfectly on pitch, like... just the right level of second hand embarrassment and pride came outta me. He was so close to  blowing it because he’s an anxious person by nature, but he pulled it off and came off more as just an awkward criminal with tons of money that was just believably nerdy. I loved it, it was so funny. Please give him all the awards. And that scene where Tick is on one side of Lint, way too close to her, and Arthur is on the other, and they just work her forking nerves was so hysterical. I died. I think they need to play up that comedic chemistry more often because Tick and Arthur bounce off each other really well when they’re not busy trying to solve serious problems. 

Ok so the whole human furniture thing caught my eye immediately. The pose we are first introduced to is an infamaously disturbing pose by a real life serial killer who ate people and posed their bodies in weird positions and used them for sex and I forget what else. Anyway I tried to brush that off as coincidence, but then later on Dot and Overkill go to where they think this Duke guy’s lair is, and his house looks exactly like John Podesta’s house that had a statue of that EXACT same serial killer’s victim in that pose, and podesta’s walls were covered in creepy pedo art of little girls and drowning women. And the walls of Duke’s lair were covered in creepy human furniture art. I mean there are all kinds of parodies this season that are in your face, but I don’t think anyone who didn’t follow pizzagate carefully would catch this one.

Speaking of parodies OMFG I lost it when Superian reenacted that Superman scene where he’s like “Can you read my mind?” as he’s dragging the screaming guy across the night sky. 

Ugh, I’m so sad that Tick and Arthur don’t get to keep those precious baby lobsters, and where did they get all the cute toys?? I wanna think Joan picked those up for them. Kawaii lobster voice: “Joaaan!” Tick is such a good dad...  A family can be a giant Tick man, a moth boy, a hobo, a mimaw, and a bunch of singing lobsters. "SHE'S THE MOTHER OF OUR CHILDREN!" Tick drinks respect woman lobster mom juice.

I think I don’t know what to make of the reverse Green Goblin twist going on with Ms. Lint. The creepy voice is telling her to become a hero I guess, but not really? I think the joke is we think it’s telling her to be a hero, but really it’s teaching her to be a  better villain LMAO

I’m glad kevin has a power and he was welcomed to come help even before said power was revealed.-- woah wait where tf is Karamozov?? I gotta tweet his actor he loves this show and he wasn’t in this season ???

I don’t blame Dot for being upset they want to defrost The Terror, but at the same time due process is a thing. I don’t know how that would work in a society full of super powers though. Because the moment you defrost him he’s going to find a way to escape. He’s the oldest, and the worst super villain of all time. This is why I’m ok with the death penalty and killing villains lol

I was expecting Walter to be some sort of MK Ultra sleeper agent, but the plot twist was, that’s what Overkill would become I guess. And Lobstercules. OH BTW I think she’s voiced by the same actress who played Captain Liberty in the old Tick sitcom! “Walter isn’t Walter? My feet don’t feel so good.” Aw Tick

Ty Rathbone drinks respect mothers juice.

Acting agent commander doctor agent Hobbs, honestly I suspected he was the main villain like the moment he was headed toward Lobstercules because something about the lighting and the camera work seemed to telegraph that.

I bet the reason Ty Rathbone feeds his black hole heart monster mice, is because it requires frequent blood sacrifice and that's the smallest sacrifice he can think of that he can quickly just put in there and placate it and go on with his day. I don’t know if he’ll be season 3′s villain or if it’s the aliens that just came back to reclaim Superian. 

Which btw, I called that shit from season 1 episode 1. Superian showed up crash landing inside Big Bismuth which is the only thing that could trap him. He was a prisoner, probably because he did some bad shit, and he told Arthur he helps humanity because he just wants to be a good person. Like he wasn’t one before and now he wants to try to be one.

I want to talk about these, nearly involuntary dance parties Overkill rewards himself with... but I uh... I still can’t compute that that’s actual canon. That that’s a thing Overkill and Dangerboat enjoy together and he... he can’t seem to control himself when the music plays... And also that Dot AND Overkill both know how to floss dance... I just... wow...

Oh and that hug with Overkill made me an emotional mess, he just... he really needed that, thank you Dot.

This concludes my rant and ramble.

[weeblifeiscomingbacktohauntme]

QUEER EYE BNHA

I’m watching Queer Eye for the first time and everything goes back to BNHA LAWL

Anyways I’d love to see the Fab Five makeover Izuku because even though he is the actual ray of sunshine I see him being an Adult Disaster™

He’s in the top 5 Hero rank (Look, I’m thinking, like, 23ish so give it like another year he’ll be number one) but he’s so focused on taking down villains that he doesn’t do anything for himself EVAR

-also I’m a Tododeku shipper but also literally it doesn’t matter-

-I don’t know what the FabFive quirks would be but that sounds like a lot of fun, doesn’t it?????-

Anyways

Ochako and Tsuyu are the ones to nominate him

“So why did you nominate famous Hero Deku?”

“I’ve known him for almost ten years and I don’t think I’ve ever seen him put himself first”

“I have to agree -ribbit- he has such a big heart but when he isn’t in uniform he looks like a homeless person.”

“TSUYU-CHAN THAT’S NOT NICE”

_

“Um, Hello. I’m Hero Dek-”

Jonathan probably “Okay sweetie, everyone knows who you are -love what you do, you’re amazing, i feel very safe- but we’re not here to see Hero Deku, we’re here to see Izuku Midoriya”

-

“Would you say you go out on dates often, ever?? At all???”

“I think would I like to. When you’re a pro Hero it’s just a bit harder I think.”

“Look, I understand being to be married to your job. Loving your job. Wanting to be there for everyone all the time. But fact of the matter is, you can’t. There are other pro heroes. And while you are one of the best, you are not Atlas. The world does not belong on your shoulders. Believe it or not, you don’t have to carry all that weight on your own”

*cuts to Izuku crying tears of bitterness, regret, maybe other things*

“I JUST MADE A TOP HERO CRY DOES THAT MAKE ME A VILLAIN IF I’M CRYING TOO”

-

“WHAT DO YOU WEAR OUTSIDE OF HERO WORK!? DO YOU ONLY WEAR GYM SHORTS?!!”

“Well, I didn’t have the best experience when I went to the mall back in high school, so I guess that I’m a little more wary about shopping”

“I heard about that. But listen. I also heard that you tOOK CARE OF THEM BEFORE YOU GRADUATED. YOU’RE ARE LITERALLY SO AMAZING AND WE’RE GOING TO THE MALL RIGHT NOW”

-

“Who lives here?”

“Me?”

“And you and all of your guests are 100% okay with All Might looking at you 24/7 from every corner of the room?”

“I just really admire him!”

“Oy vey I have so much to do”

-

“What would you say is your favorite food?”

“I really love my mom’s katsudon! It always brings me back to a simpler time.”

“And what time would that be?”

“When everyone else had given up on me because they were all so sure I was quirkless my mother never stop loving me. She inspires me everyday.”

*more tears*

“Well, have you seen your mom recently?”

“Not since last month, I’ve been busy.”

“Well, honey, we’re going to learn how to make her katsudon right from the source!”

-

“Is there anyone special in your life?”

“Oh yes! All my friends, All Might, although he goes by Yagi now, my old teachers, and of course my mom!”

“That’s awesome and we’re revisiting that All Might comment because we HAVE to meet him before we are done with you”

“We were thinking romantically. Is there anyone you want to impress?”

“Oh. uh. um”

“Your face is bright red so you HAVE to tell us”

“Well, you probably know him actually.”

“wait. hold up. not only is it a him but we know him?!”

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry but even though you’re 10000% my type because just look at your shoulders, I don’t think we can be together”

“Although anyone of you guys I’m sure would be the perfect partner-”

“Okay shut up. We completely agree but get on with it because we need to know”

“Hero Shouto. He’s uh, he’s amazing. Whenever I see him I want to run with a tail between my legs. I think I would rather fight the strongest villain in the world one million times than ever see him disappointed or upset.”

“Honey. Angelface. Darling. If he isn’t in love with you, I will happily take his place.”

-

*walking through the park*

“So when we talked about your little crush, something stood out to me.”

“Yes?”

“You said you want to run away with a tail in between your legs. Why is that? From what I’ve heard from Uravity and Froppy, you seem pretty close. Practically best friends, easily more if you wanted more.”

“He..he has gone through such a rough life. He’s finally made it to where he’s proud of himself and without worrying about his father breathing behind his neck. You heard about the Todoroki scandal, I’m sure. After that, he shut down for almost a month and I just needed to be there for him. I didn’t want to pressure him into returning my feelings when he was in such a vulnerable spot”

“When did this happen? Feel free to ignore this question if you don’t want to talk about it.”

“Oh no! It’s fine! Uh, I wanna say, maybe a year ago?”

“Did you ever think that maybe enough time as past and you could start something with him romantically if you really wanted to?”

“Well-”

“What’s that thing you’re doing? You’re looking down and shrugging your shoulders like you have nothing to offer.”

“...maybe Hero Deku has something to offer. But I don’t feel like Izuku Midoriya ever left middle school sometimes.”

“You. You are the 3rd most popular hero on the field of thousands of heroes and you’re not even 25 yet”

“But-”

“There is no butts. Not one. Not even yours. You don’t get into that kind of rank by being a powerhouse and taking down 40 villains a week. If that was the case, Hero..uh gosh what is his name again...Ground Zero! He would be ranked as number one!”

“Please never say that in front of him.”

“My point is. Deku takes care of the monsters, the evil geniuses, and the falling buildings. But you, Izuku Midoriya, wipe the tears of children. You stop the crying mothers. You help the elderly with their groceries. You light the hearts of teenagers that strive to be the new generation of heroes. You’re funny, you’re caring, and above all else, you are good.

*izuku literally crying a river of tears*

“If you love this man and he, not by some miracle because you are a catch, loves you back, you should go for it. Because you, Izuku Midoriya, not Hero Deku, not Number Three, you deserve it.”

---

Anyways I can go on and on about this “episode” and actually this was WAYYYYYYY longer than I anticipated but I hope y’all enjoyed it because it was fun to write

[shotfromguns]

Good, long thread by @TheMittani on Twitter on “neoconfederacy” in the South:

if you ever wonder why i got politically 'radicalized' it's because i grew up in alabama as an atheist child of two biochemistry professors; at 17 i graduated and moved away forever. reminder: Alabama came within 1.7% of sending a known pedo to the senate~

any '13th dimensional chess' tweets about how the AL leg composed this abortion ban to provoke a court fight has never met an actual neoconfederate this is what they want 100%, it's a white supremacist aristo fertility cult and all the moves make sense when understood that way

source: i have been to an unironic country club debutante ball in dear old mountain brook and folks have no idea how much intergenerational wealth transfer has carried over from the days of slavery in that society's upper class

for context, when i was in high school there were three country clubs, maybe 20k citizens, and zero black students; every street is named after a civil war battle, and 'houses' there would be called mansions anywhere else

best public schools in the state though~

folks have no clue how rich and well-educated the ruling class in alabama is, going to mountain brook means if you don't get into one of the better ivys you're probably a bitter slacker like me legislation like this isn't from stupid hicks, it's the goal

southern aristos can be incredibly intelligent and well-traveled and are all the more dangerous politically because they are happy to play dumb in public with the aw-shucks jesus loving hick routine in order to quietly run an antebellum society and pit poor whites against blacks

it's almost comically effective, I do this stuff all the time in Eve - say laughably wrong things, act like a fool, and then it's much easier to outmaneuver people. The most dangerous enemy is one who is comfortable with being publicly underestimated.

I mean to say, 'ha ha eat my ass look at me I'm so great at spaceship games', please interpret my above tweet as evidence of hubris and ignorance rather than giving up an actual tactic I've employed so often it's been nicknamed the 'tee hee, flounce flounce' by my chief of staff

'I'm the fucking Mittani, I know everything in this game,' another good one wearing red shirts? stupid gimmick, keep doing it because it's a stupid gimmick, it's far better for our competitors/enemies to see me as a joke luv2club? tee hee, flounce flounce, same shit

anyhoo yeah it's the same dance, play god-fearing jesus lover to keep the poor whites on your side, maintain that patriarchy with the complicity of ruling class women who enjoy the economic benefits of neoconfederacy, and live over the mountain so no one spots all the lexuses

it's interesting to see the term neoconfederate finally get some use but it implies that there isn't already an actual working confederate states of america right in front of everyone's eyes that's been there since reconstruction, none of that shit is an accident

if you put 'hail hydra' on statues in every town in the region you don't have to bother saying 'hail hydra' or announce in print that you're down with hydra, everyone who lives there gets it

the issue is not being part of a traitorous conspiracy against the united states government (i mean hydra, not the neoconfederacy, ha ha!) the problem comes when you state it where those not in on it can hear you. Viz: ”Alabama newspaper editor calls for Klan return to ‘clean out D.C.’”

i kind of like the hydra analogy for the neoconfederacy, because all this shit - 'states rights', 'pro-life', 'voter fraud', these disparate causes are actually all the same cause: the ~lost~ cause

southern politics makes a lot more sense when viewed through the lens of pro/anti-confederacy politics; confederate society is based upon a ruling gentry descended from the cavaliers see generally https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albion%27s_Seed actual /aristos/ not merely rich people

so basically you have an entrenched aristocracy that traces their lineage back 10+ generations running a plantation society and fighting like fucking hell to maintain that privilege, privilege most people in the usa cannot even begin to imagine

generic usa high ~net worth individuals~ have nothing on the cunning and unity maintained by ancient proud cavalier aristocratic families in the south with shitloads of money who will do anything to protect the universe they and their forefathers have created (via slavery)

the whole 'the south will rise again' thing is a huge joke because the structure of the society immediately returned to functional slavery as soon as it could get away with it, the south already 'rose' after reconstruction, it's right in fucking the open

if they get away with the abortion thing, they'll gun for brown v board next; these people remember life before MLK and they have not forgotten or forgiven the civil rights movement those behind this aren't hicks, they very smart confederates acting like hicks to fool you.

many old privileged families come with a legacy and a purpose imposed on you from birth it's not a stretch of the imagination that the quest of a lot of these old aristo families is to restore the society to antebellum life and get their privileges (slavery) back

the civil war was only a few generations ago, these families have not forgotten and they have not let their children forget the monuments, the street named for war battles, that's why it matters still to them

southern aristos are pro-life because the whole point of the society is the poor whites fight the poor blacks, and restricting abortion = more labor and poverty to exploit by the gentry the goal of their flavor of white supremacy is about getting rich off slaves, not death camps

not that they have a problem with a death camp or three, it's difficult to communicate how utterly disposable the lives of people outside of their class are, this is a society whose rulers believe that god has anointed them to rule over their lessers

its not rocket science, you take a slaveholding landed gentry and take away their slaves and land (good!) that gentry is going to spend its time fanatically scheming to get its land and slaves back (bad, what we see in southern politics)

anyhoo what i'm saying is that this isn't about random kooks trying to put women 'in their place' (there's a bunch of them too, useful idiots) but part of a broad campaign across generations by a dispossessed cavalier nobility to get all their lost privileges (slavery) back

conveniently the rest of america doesn't have much of an entrenched aristo/gentry culture anymore so the maneuvers of the 'neo' confederates just look like random right wing lashing out rather than a deliberate series of moves to benefit the southern aristocracy

the reality of the modern confederacy reminds me a lot of 'The City and the City' in that it's clearly visible to those raised within it, yet its contour is completely alien to outsiders who don't know how to 'see' it the 'right' way.

shit like Roy Moore being a pedo but coming within 1.7% of winning a senate seat makes a buttload more sense than 'alabama voters will send anything not a democrat', Moore is a proud and loud confederate and Doug Jones is anti-confederate it's the confederacy - always.

Pro-life? Confederacy. State's Rights? Confederacy. Gun rights? Confederacy. Religious Freedom/Gay Cake Stuff? Confederacy. Anti-union? Confederacy. If you're a Cavalier or one of their foremen, it all fits~ 

Robert Caro basically spelled out in intricate detail how the confederacy works in his LBJ bios but particularly Master of the Senate, read these if you want a primer on actual power and its uses: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Years_of_Lyndon_Johnson

when LBJ shifted to supporting voting rights, the confederacy simply switched its support from the democrats to the republicans. it's a real thing and its moves make perfect sense once you grok the core motivations of the southern gentry and their henchmen~

you see this repeatedly through history where one side stops fighting after a victory and the other side loses but keeps trying to find ways to win, the Union torched the south and moved on, but the confederacy has /never stopped fighting/ using whatever means they have available

tl;dr "it's the confederacy, stupid" also explains those crazy 'obama is the antichrist' memes; if you're a confederate, a black president existing is against everything your flavor of pro-slavery jesus stands for

None of this thread really applies to Texas. I was born in Houston, moved to AL at 10; completely different culture in Texas. Going to rodeos, oil/cattle, science, ranching. When I say the 'South' I'm talking about the plantation society of the Cavaliers.

As a quick example of using the Lost Cause to understand Cavalier political behavior, Lindsey Graham's 'hypocrisy' makes perfect sense. He doesn't give a shit about spewing nonsense or lying to Yankees, all he cares about is Dixie. He's not dumb at all; the Union is his enemy.

Expanded May 17, 2019:

oh yeah and Mitch McConnell was born and raised in Alabama and then Georgia from 8yrs on, so heyoooo

look up how long jeff sessions family has been naming their kids after jefferson davis on his bio dixie is real; it's the confederacy, the political moves the cavaliers and their overseers are making on behalf of the lost cause as plain as day if you know what to look for

just gonna spend Friday night reading Albion’s seed to learn more fun ~cavalierfacts~ like how their royalist gentry is literally all one big interrelated family and coordinates retribution and uses debt to control the poor

“It is difficult to think of any ruling elite that has been more closely interrelated since the Ptolemies” holy lawl (it is a history insult as he’s basically calling the cavaliers a nest of outright incest, the Ptolemaic dynasty was Targaryen-style sibling marriage)

Hey guess what turns out the control of women is deeply ingrained in cavalier society because uh... kidnapping / human trafficking / sexual slavery and a massively skewed male to female ratio lovely people, these confederates

“These patterns did not develop by chance. Virginia’s great migration was the product of policy and social planning. Its royalist elite succeeded in shaping the social history of an American region partly by regulating the process of migration” (p 232) fucking hell it’s all here

May 22, 2019:

by req: another ‘understanding the confederacy’ thing, all the protest tweets saying “the cruelty is the point” are wrong, the point is opportunities for race-based policing (a la weed), disenfranchisement, reinforcing patriarchy, and more labor/babies to exploit + compliance

sure there’s a bunch of cruelty in there too but the whole thing is a means to the ends of rolling back the civil rights movement and restoring the structure of Dixie as the gentry/cavaliers prefer; the confederates may be slavers at heart but they’re not cartoon villains

(they're way worse)

In case I get hit by a bus, I currently think the concept of hegemonic liberty is the most misunderstood aspect of the cavalier mindset, so here’s three key pages from Albion’s Seed~

And the cavalier conception of condescension and deference as two sides of God’s hierarchy and order is a fracture point, that’s why incivility towards one’s ‘betters’ is so provocative - milkshakes would probably work over here, too

Also by hiding and lying about the existence of Dixie, they fragment their opposition into issue-based groups - pro-choice, gun control, voters rights, anti-racism - instead of each opposition group recognizing that they are fighting the same confederate foe

Not like they really hid that much, they had confederate flags flying over their capitols ever since the Civil War until recently, but the Union won the war and moved on, so folks think they’re fighting random bigots and not the CSA

May 23, 2019:

the lack of a concerted effort by the democratic party to win and develop victories in the south has allowed the bulwark of the RNC power to be unchallenged, if you erode the Dixie Wall in the Senate the republicans pretty much lose all their functional power

as the DNC is incompetent one doesn't need to rely upon them, state by state in Dixie voting rights and organization must be pushed to undermine the structure of confederate power, that's the fracture point, that and forcing their true nature as confederates into the open

I'll develop all this crap into more useful tactics on the upcoming blog thing but this is all just-in-case 'yo guys, if I get hit by a bus, take Albion's Seed, drive through Mountain Brook for proof of everything I'm saying (crestline doesn't count lawl) go fight hydra'

as someone will inevitably discover not EVERY street in Mountain Brook is named for civil war battles (there's a lot), the really old money lives on streets named for old british estates/towns + they're episcopalians (anglican 2.0) not baptists, of course

[nurseconscience]

THE MUN WATCHES. The Resident - 2xx09 - The Dance - MID SEASON FINALE.

Okay. Here we go. HERE WE GO.

I AM SO READY FOR THIS.

Okay at first I thought this was like a hallucination scene but it is not. ....What the fuck are you doing. What the fuck, Pravesh. I 1000% like Julian right now. All of her reactions are good. Do not make her the reason for your marriage not happening. Go, Julian!

Mina’s dress already looks AMAZING. And I see Nic’s blue dress from the previews. Aaaayyyeeeee.

THE COMMUNITY CLINIC. Damn. This shit is happening fast. I love this whole scene so far. Nic and Mina are dropping those numbers. They have thought this through and are badasses. Take care of your community. <3 Also, Nic watching Marshall closely and then Marshall collapsing. NOOOOOOOOOOOO. :( Don’t let her future father-in-law die. <3 I really do love him. I don’t think he is as bad as Conrad says. Either he’s gotten better or Conrad had child/mom pref. blinders on.

He has Crohn’s? I have a lot of friends with it. 

Marshall looking at Nic and going ‘They’re ganging up on meeee’. I adore him liking Nic. It’s so cute. 

LAWL. HODAD’s lawyer makes me laugh. I hate him but also he speaks my language of sass and sarcasm.

Um. You want Lane to get off ( .....again... ) Like a doctor that RAPED his patients? I take everything back.. I really do hate him.

Ugh. QuoVadis. Fuck this place. 

I am SO HERE for Julian being short and pissy at her job. I really do love her. I always loved her I just didn’t like what they were doing with her in regards to Devon. Like...I do enjoy their chemistry but I am not here for her being the reason that Devon and fiancee don’t work out.

‘I can heeeeaaar you.’

#Bless Marshall Winthrop

MARSHALL JUST GLARIN’ AT HODAD. SO FUNNY.

And his loveliness with Nic. Just. 

NIC. “Talk to your dad like you talk to all of your patients.”

CONRAD THINKS HIS DAD LEFT HIS MOM AND HIS DAD JUST SAID THE OPPOSITE AND PAUSED AFTER CONRAD ‘CORRECTED’ HIM. I SMELL LIES. I SMELL MARSHALL PROTECTING HIS SON’S MEMORY OF HIS MOTHER.

‘I don’t want to be a burden.’ ‘You do not have to take care of me.’

I just.......... MARSHALL.

omg. Irving and Bradley. I love them.

JULIAN PLAYIN NANCY DREW.

GUYS. I am so worried they are going to murder Julian.

Oh look. The lab that existed is now gone again. IMAGINE THAT

SHOCKING.

The Raptor is so good at dealing with people even if he doesn’t want to be. lol 

Awwwwww. Marshall turns to Nic to explain things.

LAWL. “Anybody but Bell.” HOW CAN YOU HATE HIM. LMFAO. BEAUTIFUL.

oh wow. Marshall listed Conrad as his medical proxy and Conrad is freaking out. I love that Nic is just calm about all this and is not letting Conrad derail himself or try and get out of his reasoning to not be it. 

Irving doing a magic trick. Bless this man. “Is losing your sense of humor part of the marriage vows?” // “I’ll be by the elevators. Pacing.”

Is Devon’s mother telling him to just marry Priya?? Please no. [ My sister watched some c-drama last night and at one point this guy was guilted to get engaged the younger sister of his former best friend {or rather one of his group of close friends; she died in a car accident and he was driving). The younger sister was in love with him and tried to kill herself because he didn’t like her. So then the family and a mutual friend basically guilted him into getting engaged to her because she was going to kill herself otherwise INSTEAD OF GETTING HER MENTAL HELP. NO. LET US JUST MAKE THIS GUY THAT HAS NO FEELINGS FOR HER MARRY HER. ] okay good. She was not.

Oh god. Is that FDA guy going to be in the pocket of her work? Julian worry level is increasing.

Oh shit. ......Maybe HODAD will want her killed? Because QuoVadis is about to have a whistle blown on them......

Awwwww. Is Conrad going to ask Raptor/Mina to do his dad’s surgery?? Because that would be super cute. I would love that. 

There are so many cute Nic moments in this episode. GOD. I NEED NIC AND CONRAD TO HAVE A BABY. Can’t tell if it is just me or Nic. Either way feeling a bit baby crazy. 99% sure that it is Nic going baby crazy.

Look at my babiessssss. They both look so lovely. ‘We don’t have to leave right away.’ Good Nic. I love her encouraging Conrad to be with his dad. That is a NOICE suit. OH. OOOOOHHHH. HERE IT COMES. ‘Do you want the truth?’

Oh shit. Mommy fell in love with the neighbor. This is some Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time stuff right here. Awwwwwwwwwwwwww. Marshall is making me want to cry. He is so loving and understanding of his dead wife even though they had their differences.. GOD. I LOVE THIS MAN. A+. THEY BETTER NOT KILL HIM. I WILL RIOT.

“I’m glad you came back.”

CONRAD JUST SAID I LOVE YOU TO HIS FATHER.

MARSHALL’S LIP WOBBLING. 

THESE GUYS AND THEIR FEELS. MY HEART.

.....................

I called it.

Julian why would you announce who you were meeting. Especially if it is the FDA. This was all covert. Don’t say that shit out loud. That is how you get murdered.

75% of the way done and I am SO FUCKING PLEASED.

But now I am worried I have been lulled into a false sense of security....

Julian I am 100% with you, babe.

NO. NO SHE IS NOT A TEAM PLAYER. YOU ARE RIGHT. BECAUSE YOU A LIAR.

I’m sorry. Did Nic just say she doesn’t want kids? Conrad also looked SUPER surprised at that declaration. She keeps lighting up when around children or interacting with them. She is so freaking good with them. WHAT IS THIS. 

Is this because of the miscarriage?                  I know she said something about currently having to take care of Jessie but she can’t use her sister as an excuse. I’m thinking Nic has some PTSD from the miscarriage. It is very common and super not talked about. I know she has a lot of things going on. Probably a lot of pent up feelings. Her mom dying when Nic was young, Jessie and her drug problems, the miscarriage, Conrad and his frustrating problems with opening up.  But the last few episodes it seems like Nic is pretty happy but as we all know depression is easy to hide from others. And we saw that panic attack at Halloween. Definitely anxiety to some degree.

omg. Irving. ‘Hey guys. any of you seen Devon?’ Not good.

I am not okay with any of this. Devon is that guy that I hate. Like. How dare you do this to her on this day. ‘Why did you wait until now to tell me?’ 

‘you have humiliated me. and you think this little speech gets you off the hook?’

I give Priya 100% permission to murder her ex-fiancee.

SO. How the fuck is this going to go over when he goes downstairs and tells them he is calling it off?

Oh no. The dad is going to have a complication post-surgery isn’t he? Is it because of Mina rushing at that one point? Jeez. They are laying on the parallel between him and Marshall thick.

OH GOD.

MARSHALL.

NO. GET HIM SURGERY RIGHT NOW.

FUCK IS HODAD GOING TO BE THE ONLY ONE ON CALL RIGHT NOW????

Because if not, FUCK.

......FUCKING HELL.

MOTHER FUCKER. AND NIC HAD THEM TURN OFF THEIR PHONES. GOD DAMN IT

HODAD YOU KILL HIM I WILL FUCKING MURDER YOU.

AND NOW JULIAN IS GOING TO DRIVE INTO A DITCH SOMEWHERE

Why is everyone still chilling at the not-wedding???? TURN YOUR PHONES BACK ON. TURN THEM ON RIGHT NOW.

IT IS TIME TO RIOT.

JESUS CHRIST

Yes, Julian you are being followed. Maybe she pretends to crash her car? Or not. She legit ran off the road. Fuck.

Okay but....Nic and Conrad dancing together with no music was super sweet and I am pissed that nice moment was ruined but HIS DAD BETTER NOT DIE. AND WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT NIC NOT WANTING KIDS RIGHT NOW.

Preview: Okay. So it looks like HODAD shares a look with Conrad from the operating suite. and it looks like a not good one...but then there is another clip that looks like Conrad at his dad’s bed post surgery??? HE BETTER LIVE.