#but not this dumbass game ??!!!! gawd

[maaalkavian]

i need to make an oc that's just the protag of v7mb but by the lord i don't have any ideas

[sharonisthebettercarter]

Idk nor care who tf shitlander nor bitcher is, but I do know and care for spiderdads/spiderparents (pbmj X Miguel). I'd rather read a fanfic where Peter B. is a figure skater and Miguel a hockey player. Peter is an ice skater who despises the hockey players whom practice right after him. Particularly given the one that makes an effort to dominate him both on and off the ice (Miguel).

OOH~!

valid, valid, valid, SO fucking VALID~<3<3<3! i LOVE this idea<3<3<3!

can i expand ooh i hope you don't mind<3

okay... okay. gah i'm excited OKAY

i wanna add a layered element here in which miguel is actually just trying to help peter get better because there's a grace element to figure skating that i wouldn't quite picture peter to... well? let's just say if he's a gem, he's in need of some polishing~<3 and maybe miguel is *actually* like honest to gawd familiar with said polishing/techniques~<3/etc.

i could see it tho<3 i still want them kinda maybe sorta to be spooderpeoples on the side, and i LOVE that miguel is a vampire and i can't live without that so of course i'ma make the boi struggle with that too<3 don't mind my dumbass throwing in mpreg (because OF COURSE i fucking always do)

BUTT~<3

what if~<3 peter is a fantastic skater with a TON of potential, but a little rough in the art of his craft~<3

miguel~<3 maybe a bit of grumpy dick forever on the surface LIKES peter and really SEES a ton of potential he actually wants to see flourish and bloom~<3 but he's totally inept when it comes to emotionally expressing this in a healthy way and comes off.

as horribly constipated as he fricken' is. OOH~! so OF COURSE it comes off that way~<3 maybe with a little bit of the buzzy little feeling because peter boo's just so CUTE to him<3

what if it's worse when they're busy being spooderpeoples~<3

so what happens~<3? well i could picture a very ROUGH start with miguel correcting peter's form at every turn, but who knows, maybe the boi has a bit of a background with figure skating himself ~<3 or even speed skating, and moved on to hockey post vampirism (or some other reason lol). either way, he means well, probably likes~<3 peter, but pisses him the fuck off<3<3<3 and then there's certainly carnal and pheromone attraction~<3<3<3

OOH~<3 i can see LOTSA things happening<3 ;))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

but mostly and certainly a love story~<3 maybe where miguel actually *helps* peter win his competition~! and who knows, maybe peter even knows a thing or two about hockey~<3 and he ends up helping miguel win a game or two~<3<3<3 because i LOVE when couples help bring the best out in each other and i could DEF see that here<3<3<3

as far as mpreg goes maybe peter boo hits a little sitch that makes him want to take a lil break from his career~<3 miguel could possibly be an absolute butt about it or encourage him to finish out the competition at least or peter finds out just after the competition~<3<3<3

;)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

[qillmhi]

How would the turtles react to you having a crush on them was so cute !! Do you think you do a Leo and Donnie one ? Also hope your doing ok 🥰

I got your order right here! I'm doing great thank you❤

How would the boys react to you having a crush on them?

Gender neutral!reader

Heres for Raph and Mikey

Leonardo

It happened during a game of a drunk version of Truth or Dare.

The turtles are 21, and Splinter finally let the boys go loose.

Which in turn lead to Casey bringing in the Big boys' drink.

As the eldest and most responsible brother, he has a reputation of a strong foundation to uphold.

To be tough, reliable, sensitive and level headed at all times.

But today he decided to relax a bit and had himself a few shots.

It didn't taste as good as he expected. But it does have a somewhat pleasant burn that goes down his throat. Soon he had gotten pretty tipsy.

Not as much as the rest of you dumbasses though.

So far, Casey had his shoe tied on his head, Donnie was passed out drunk, April was out in the kitchen trying to get herself sober, while you were forced to chug down a whole shot glass of vinegar, and finally: Mikey and Raph had both ends of their masks braided together.

Leo was sober enough to not choose dare. Sure he had to admit some embarrassing stuff but at least he was fine.

"Aight! (Y/n)... truth orrrr.... truth..?" Mikey slurred.

Raph took a shot "You idiot that's the same thing!"

"Bruh. Tough choice." You giggled like a mad hatter. "I'd say... truth!"

"Ooohhhh I've been waiting for this!" Casey rubbed his hands together with an evil grin.

Fuck. You didn't like that look.

Mikey's eyes sparkled mischievously. "Oh this sounds like its about to get juicy!" He giggled drunkly.

"Ehem, ehem!" Casey cleared his throat as if he was about to give an important speech "Tell me (Y/n)." He leaned closer "If you could fuck anyone here, who would it be?" He asked in the most cocky expression a human can ever muster.

Leo shot Casey a horrified look. He did not just ask that!

Mikey and Raph hooted. They were caught off guard by the question, but too drunk to care.

Leo opened his mouth to stop the game but you cut him off.

"Hmmmm.... I'd say...." You hummed "Leo."

Said leader did a double take. Did you just....?

Okay, he had to admit that you were a bit of a looker. He isn't going to lie about that.

Not that he's one to judge but he didn't think you saw him attractive in that way.

It was... honestly very flattering.

Casey raised an eyebrow "Leo?"

"Definetly, Leo yes." You nodded as if it was a normal conversation. "I'd totally fuck Leo."

Leo let out a choked gasp.

Raph snorted "Why Leo though? He's too stuck up!" Leo looked at Raph, incredibly offended.

"Nah man!" You dismissed Raph with a wave and leaned forward with a serious look on your face "Leo got that Daddy Dom vibes ya know?" You squinted your eyes like that 'aliens guy meme'.

Daddy what?!

"He is bossy, I agree." Mikey had taken on a broken noble British accent for some reason "I do presume he would act as such in the bedroom~?"

"Oh my gawd!!" Casey was basically dying.

The eldest brother's jaw dropped.

Excuse me?! He's right there!!

You continued "He's probably into some Bondage kink too." You said "If he isn't, he'd be strong enough to hold me down with those delicious muscles~!" You licked your lips.

"THATS ENOUGH!!" Leo shot up, with his face glowing bright red and started talking all the bottles from the table "YOU ALL HAD TOO MUCH TO DRINK!! TIME TO GO SLEEP!!" Leo obnoxiously yelled, drowning out the disappointed groans and protests.

Casey ended up staying over, while Leo, Master Splinter and April had to take care of five idiots.

The discussion of the contents of that night were never brought up again.

Mostly because none of you remembered shit.

But Leo does.

He doesn't ask you if you remember what you said. He didn't wanna ruin any of your friendships.

But sometimes he thinks back to that time and couldn't help but feel flustered.

He definitely checks himself out in the mirror before coming out of his room from then on.

Donatello

Do you know where there are some instances where you just gotta 'set the mood'?

For example: intercourse requires some form of foreplay to prepare both parties before they continue. Or first impressions require certain untold rules to ensure a decent platform when starting friendships.

Unfortunately, you aren't very aware of it.

You were a new addition to their little group. A fellow night rider vigilante of Casey and Raphael.

After going on a group of Foot ninjas to save the hot headed turtle, you earned Leo's respect. Raph told everyone about it and led to him introducing you to the whole fam.

"Goddamn Raphie! Who's the cutie with the duffie?"

But still, this was the first time he got to meet you.

A duffie?

"Uh... H-Hello?" It was more of a question than a greeting.

He looked around at what could be considered a "duffie". That was until he noticed his dufflebag.

What a minute...

He flusteredly pointed at himself "M-M-Me?!" Damn stuttering!

"You got it hot stuff." You winked.

Donatello shrieked and hid his face and avoided you for the rest of the night.

As someone who spent their entire life living in solidarity, he isn't used to getting such straightforward compliments.

If its not obvious yet, you're the incredibly bold type of person, not even having any sort of filter.

Which is why you're Raph's new bestfriend.

And being his brother's new bestfriend means you get to hang around in the lair.

Lots of cat calling.

"My Donnie-bunny~! I'm here!"

He couldn't handle being flustered around you so he spent a lot of time hiding away in his lab.

He would busy himself by working very loudly to drown out you laughing in the background.

Lots and lots of teasing.

One time he caught you staring, but instead of looking away like a normal person, you blew him a kiss.

Absolutely shameless!

He ran and locked himself in the lab while crumbled into a blushing mess on the floor.

His brothers are enjoying this whole shit show.

There was also this one time you manage to trap him against the wall.

Boi was pretty short and you were pretty tall so it was easy to get a clear view of this blushing panicky mess of a genius.

"You're not going anywhere this time~" you purred seductively.

His brain was having a meltdown.

"I-I-I uh.....!"

He passes out.

He somewhat got used to it after a while and started to come out a bit more and talk to you during missions, though he can't look you in the eye.

He still tends to scoot away from you but stays within your peripheral vision.

That or he unsuccessfully hides behind a pillar.

"Donnie! You cannot hide that fine ass from me!" You laughed like an evil villain when you spotted him hiding from you.

He panics "N-No? I'm just c-checking if this are i-is clean!"

It was infuriating how easily you can make him lose his cool.

That doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy your pampering.

Bringing him items from your uncle's workshop for him to use.

"Wow! It's still in great condition!" Donnie looked up at you with that adorable smile of his "How can I repay you?"

You thought about it for a bit and snapped your fingers with a wink "A date would suffice~" You suggested, wiggling your eyebrows.

Cue embarrassed screeching.

"S-Stop! I hate it when you do that!"

Look at his fucking face. He's definitely trying to suppress a smile.

"Awe~! Are you blushing?"

"N-No!"

"Awww you're so cute Donnie~!"

"S-Stop it please!"

Is the type of guy that jolts to the roof when you hug him from behind.

Don't do that when he's working tho.

He's not really the type that knows how to deal with someone who's got a crush on him.

Sometimes he feels really bad by not really giving a response to your affections and rude for running away so he would would often make some trinkets for you.

You often call them as Donnie's 'Declarations of love~!'.

And oddly enough... he doesn't correct you on that.

That olive green face of his turning into a burning red hue and squirming around the corner while mumbling excuses was just absolutely adorable!

You simply couldn't get enough!

And frankly? He is kind of enjoying your attention too.

[kyo-fish]

my dumbass was playing speedrun 4 on roblox and I had the brilliant idea to make hcs about the Gorillaz bandmates playing some games because I can so-

The band’s favorite roblox games headcanons!!

2D:

Seems like he’d play arsenal ngl, wouldn’t be good at it nor bad, just decent!

AVID ZOMBIE ATTACK AND ZOMBIE UPRISING PLAYER CHANGE MY MIND

Probably forced to play Judy with noodle and gets scared shitless after seeing Judy in her creepy ass spider robot form thingy at the start of the game

Noodle:

Like I said she’d force 2D to join her in Judy, but not only that prolly The mimic aswell

Royale high and MM2 player and is hella rich in both said games- like gawd damn

Possibly plays speedrun 4 along with tower of hell and rage quits (no I’m not projecting onto noodle because I kin her wdym,,,/j)

Russel:

ROBEATS AND FUNKY FRIDAY POSSIBLY???

Yeah gets dragged into playing roblox horror games too, laughs hard after seeing piggy cause it looks so damn horrible 💀

Beats 2D at Arsenal all the time, poor lad silently rage quits after his 10th beating

Murdoc:

Why would an old ass man be playing roblox

Probably likes watching 2D get scared outta his pants tho

If he tried playing shooting games on roblox he’ll probably go all full on rambo mode on kids 💀

Shit talks them afterwards in the roblox VC option thingy…

Anyhoo first HC Post because yes! Anyways I might start actually writing here more but I’m not entirely sure (I also might write x reader posts so… yah..)

[touyasdoll]

Dabi but make him a Spencer’s/Hot topic employee at your local mall and he’s obviously the hot shit bad boy “don’t bring home to daddy” type. And he likes you, cute little GameStop employee across the mall centre from him.

He takes his breaks and spends the whole time in GameStop, looking at games he’s never gonna buy leaning over the counter and hoping to get a peak at you n your cleavage. He’s not picky he’ll take what he can get. Your boss hates him, but he will never tell him to leave because he draws in some gamer girls that wanna talk to him while he pursues. He ignores them tho, always asking for the cute girl behind the counter to give him some specs on whatever console he’s not interested in, tell him what one game is about or the other. He’s so slick whenever he slides his phone across the counter and says “thinking of getting a PC, I’ll give you a call about specs if you’re cool with it.” He doesn’t care if you don’t know shit about it.

Heaven forbid you walk into Spencer’s while he’s working either, he’ll get the widest grin and practically hop over the counter to “help” you shop around. Doesn’t care if you have a friend with you, he’s not interested in anyone but you. He’ll point at the piercings trying to gauge which ones you have or might want, he’ll point at some he has and if he can make ‘em work for other places. He winks if you look at him, tells you you can always find out what he means.

Gawd, help you if you look at the lingerie, he’s picking the skimpiest one and saying “wish I could see this on a real babe instead of this dumbass mannequin”

VIIIIIIIII MY HEART ISNT THE ONLY THING THAT POUNDING AJDHXGAGS I WANT HIM SO BAD

pls I worked in a mall for so fucking long. I managed a pretzel shop and it was utter bullshit, but Dabi stopping by all the time?? to flirt?? and knowing you could just skip your happy ass down to his store to hangout with him whenever you wanted some attention from him pls I will perish zhavzvabs

[artandtingz]

random tokyo rev. headcannons because i’m still obsessed

Mikey can burp the alphabet backwards.

draken and takemichi are kpop stans. it was takemichi who had gotten him hooked, because he was watching some shit like jungkook’s hottest moments or smth, and draken as like, ‘wow..he’s hot.’ and so he introduced him to like all of the bts memebers, and got7 and mamamoo, and twice, and blackpink and all those good ones. now, they practice twice dances after a meeting if it doesn’t go on too late.

hakkai and yuzuha are barbz. need there to be any further evidence?

souya is good at the most random shit. tic-tac-toe. drumming. piano. skateboarding. skating. vintage video games. it pisses nahoya off so much.

shinchiro just learned how to use his angel wings :D everyone applaud.

chifuyu has a secret tiktok account. its full of cat videos, but he’s can do any dance if you put the song on.

kisaki likes country music.

nahoya uses cantu. like a dumbass. souya and his mom relentlessly get on him for it.

inupi can pole dance. and koko likes throwing pennies at him.

mitsuya listens to anything alternative. Like Gorillaz. or Eyedress. He dislikes mainstream music, but Ariana has a special place in his heart.

kazutora dyes his hair at least three times a month. he also has freckles that he hides because he thinks it makes his face look dirty.

takemichi has a frenulum piercing. (TONGUE WEB, MY GAWD. there is a reason why this is in all caps.)

baji knows how to braid hair. like really well. mitsuya would ask him to do his sisters’ hair for him if he couldn’t do it himself. he watches the crown with his mom.

hakkai messed up his hair when cutting it, and went to mitsuya for help.

koko is extremely flexible. inui jokes that he was a gymnast in his past life.

draken has tried to grow facial hair, but it didn’t work out. he tried for a month a just got this weirdly long piece of hair growing from his chin.

mikey can’t ride a manual bike. (’like a loser!’ says baji.)

hinata can play the piano.

naoto is a horrible shot with his gun. he miraculously hits his target once in a blue moon. he likes taco bell. 

chifuyu and takemichi watch one piece together. they haven’t slept in a week, and both have an obvious lowkey crush on zoro and sanji.

hanma has a major in clownery. his professor is kisaki.

kazutora’s back is covered in moles.

nahoya can bend his tongue three ways.

[kalinawtokilig]

A Silly S/O that shares one braincell with his best friend

Who doesn’t love a silly, goofy, S/O?

Pair(s) : Akaashi x Reader, Kenma x Reader, Suna x Reader, Kunimi x Reader

(((Ahhhhhahhh bruhhh I literally put the dying inside parted hair dark beauties here,,, ✨ blessing it ✨)))

{This is my first time doing headcanons,, i apologize as it is very early morning and i dont sleep so i may be passing out as soon as i post this ahahahhahahaahha))))) 

{Akaashi Keiji x Reader} 

(Ohh shi- Aight, we startin off with setters huh)

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To be fair, Akaashi met you through Bokuto, you chaotic duo, whilst Bokuto being a particularly sunny, bubbly guy, its fair he’s friends with someone as goofy as him 

It’s like,,, one of those kinds of friendships you have with Akaashi, whenever you guys are seated next to each other for a group project or simply having a one-on-one convo, you seem to have enraptured him with how funny you are

for example, you being a silly person, you seem to have gotten into a argument with Bokuto, seeing as there was only one braincell, thus being you as the only braincell between the two of you, a juicebox and two of you being dumbasses,,, You proposed to Bokuto to poke a straw through the box so you both can drink from either ends of the straw,,,while bokuto,,, proposed of cutting,,,the juice box,, in half,,, to share,,, 

(No cap, i saw my brother and friend argue and do this,,, it was a waste of a caprisun and i had to drink wine to forget that this is what I put up wit,,,yet i recorded it

Akaashi may have facepalmed when you told him this, but the genuine look of truth and kindness made him soft for you when you continued about your small mishaps 

This mans smiles faintly, so when you talk about a joke or something stupidly funny, he can’t help but have a full on smile, cause you speak so passionately about your small and oblivious situations you keep getting yourself into and the endearing solutions you have

when you get together, it’s no boring life at all

Akaashi is always there to rope you in when things get too hectic, especially around Bokuto, but when its you, he can’t help but grin at how bright you can be when you think of funny ideas for today and the next day

Kozume Kenma x Reader

(OHH SHI- another pretty setter, lucky day :3c)

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Ohhh boi this is gonna be so many jokes

You and Kuroo share a braincell, that being annoying Kenma ((That’s what Kuroo thinks at least)) 

Kenma never can get a break,, you being the manager of Nekoma and being good friends with Kuroo, even Yaku is getting a headache

Kenma looks forward to you talking to him ((He finds you genuinely interesting when you pointed out a creative way - more like a newfounded loophole - to one of his video games,, he got kinda hooked on you when you kept telling him possible ways to beat the boss using a weak weapon,, he thought you were buggin,,, nah,, he won and trusted your somewhat foolish advice,,, beating up a miniboss with a stick that had been leveled up from being used worked,,, he doesn’t know what goes on your mind,,, but he wants to know more)))

You tell Kenma funny jokes about the newest character in the game he’s playing, not to mention your own headcanons about them

Kuroo joins in, much to Kenma’s dismay, but with a small smile he likes seeing you enjoy yourself as you talk odd with his best friend

You call him alot of nicknames due to his hair and attitude 

“Aye,, wassup puddinghead?” - “Lil’Calico, how’s it hangin?” - “Tiramisu cup, ya lookin sweet today!” 

Its,, really cute how you think of him, make up nicknames and have this real attitude when you see him

Kuroo kinda ruins them tho, adding an annoying comment about the nickname and Kenma S C O W L S 

OHHHH When you ask him on a date, you use the most creative one liner 

“Instead of me being support how bout I join your party and be your player 2? We’ll use Kuroo as a support, Rooster-Attack!” 

*cue adorable pose*

-Kuroo in the back : “ROOSTER, WHO YOU CALLING ROOSTER YOU-”

You start attacking him with chemistry insult and he dodges it with another chem attack

Kenma has never been so flustered nor entertained before

Overall, Kenma believes that you being a cute, silly, s/o is literally the best thing that has ever happened to him,, (Besides meeting Shoyo of course,, but then again,, that’s always the best thing that can happen to anyone, have you seen that boy’s harem?) 

Suna Rintaro x Reader

((ooooo,,,, man,,,, this mans,,,, he got me,,,, everywhere,,, lmao i pimp him and he isn’t the only one))) 

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Suna ,, I pimp you 

OH GAWD, the MIYA TWINS

It’s like,,, an extra Miya,,, but more like,, cousin instead of sibling Miya but still family Miya,, ya get me????

You transferred in during your second year and man,,, having Atsumu and Osamu pushing you to be their manager,,, its been trouble ever since,, even Aran cannot handle the amount of boondoggle that happens in practice

Okay, listen, you, YOU, are the type to be silly, yes, but in a way that makes Atsumu and Osamu start arguing over something silly you said and the twins start fighting because they started to drift somewhere else. 

Basically you drench the kerosene, light it, and leave it for the twins to fan the flames,, they are rolling and causing chaos

You and Suna always record it to blackmail them

Not to mention, you being the wacky person you are, you rope the twins into your shit,,, 

Since your last name is NOT Miya, but your other parent’s name, many of Atsumu’s fangirls don’t,, appreciate you 

You can’t help but dangle funny insults towards your ego-filled cousin, having the fangirls wreak havoc and chase you around

you would and can stop,, buts its too funny seeing them get mad over silly things like how you perceive Atsumu to be an ugly sleeper that farts and wakes up from it (( You lived it as kids when you and your family slept over the twins’ place, Osamu and you have many videos of it)) 

Suna is usually the one hiding you away from the rabid fans who seem to want to defend Atsumu’s perfect image honor. 

This man cannot fathom the amount of trouble you get into sometimes, esp. with the twins

When you two get together, you think of the most diabolical and hysterical plans, Suna there to record and by your side when things start to get out of hand

Suna doesn’t express many emotions, but when you finally get him to show a reaction cause of something you did, whether it be a joke or starting a Miya Twins brawl, he can’t help but have the small ghost of a smile when you’re not looking

Kunimi Akira x Reader

(((ooo another parted hair dark male,, Me likeyy))) 

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You and Kindaichi are like,, a mesh of puns and anger 

Puns on your side and Anger on Kindaichi’s side

For Kunimi, he finds it entertaining, the dynamic you two have 

Though Kunimi doesn’t express emotions as much, ((like the other parted hair babes)) he likes to fan the flames to see his best friend angry 

Kindaichi doesn’t get ‘Mad’, he knows its for jokes,,, it’s just,,, your way of thinking can be so mind blowing that he doesn’t know how some of the things go your way it makes him want to know but he gets annoyed when you tease him about it 

Kunimi likes to see the way your accomplished smile shines, despite having silly pranks or stupid puns, you seem to get his type of humor 

you like to play jokes on Kindaichi, usually poking him when he’s not looking that he jumps out of his skin and he pokes you back and you poke him back, then it becomes a poking war and Kunimi steps to side to see you laugh and when you accidentally poke Kindachi too hard in the gut, he topples over and gives you the finger 

You say something among the lines, “Me? If anything, I won and you’re just salty, like that blond beanpole from Karasuno. Right, Kunimi?” 

Kunimi, I feel, isn’t the type to full out laugh, but snort or hide his laugh with a scoff behind his hand,, you know,,, like all these other men seem to do,, i get that vibe from them 

Dating, nothing changes but the teasing from your side is not overwhelming, yet its not underwhelming,, its actually a good wavelength to match with his own retorts 

Kunimi doesn’t hate that you rope him into your schemes, no matter how ridiculous, if it means he gets to see you smile and look at him with those crinkled eyes that seem to glow with joy,,, he doesn’t mind the effort (But he won’t tell you that) 

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((Ngl, this is kinda hard,, yet I tried lmao) 

[draganasimpsforjeff]

Wow! I'm like so happy that you liked that whole Toby wizard request 😄. Now, if you're interested, I have another idea: You're a human peasent, just wanting to get by and help your sick parent. But, medicine for you're parents illness is only supplied at the Slender Castle, and you're broke. So, while shouting at yourself that stealing is wrong, you decide to go and steal some medicine from the castle. And, of course, Top Knight Dom Toby catches you 👀. (Hcs if you want 💖) - 🪐 saturn anon 🪐

So wholesome but chaotic at the same time 🙃

"I'm gonna be so dead or worse, grounded."

You weren't the type to steal but your poor poor parents

And I mentally literally poor

So you left very early in the morning and gawd was it a long trip there

Why do the richest people live so fucking far away?

And you had to be back in time for dinner so no stopping for a break

But finally you got there and wanted to faint bc you couldn't find a place to sneak as everything was like 50ft in the air!!!

So naturally

You get into a barrel that was on its way to being transported inside

Hahaha sneaaaky

Once you felt like you were on the ground, you waited a moment before checking your surroundings and jump out, knocking it over

But you wasted no time on finding some expensive clothing belonging to some rich noble bastard

You followed them for a bit before breaking off as you smelled certain chemicals

You found the chemists room!!!

With the labels of the medicine u were trying to find

You grab a couple of vials and tuck them under your boobs (no one will suspect)

But as you turn around a tall skinny knight with fluffy hair is staring at you

"Hi." Was what your dumbass said and you swear it looks like this boy has never seen a women ever in his life

Bc he's staring still and won't open his mouth

But he can see his eyes moving up and down your body

And unfortunately you could only let your imagination take you bc his body is covered in armor

"I'll let you fuck me if you don't say anything so I'm not grounded."

He was immediately game

[zmediaoutlet]

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One of Liam's earliest memories is the time Cordell dropped him on his head. Not actually accurate at all to the way it went but that's how it's told in the family mythology. He was really little, three maybe or four—for some reason that part's indeterminate—and Cordell was climbing the stable and playing adventurer, or maybe just showing off and the adventurer part was a good excuse. Liam was following Cordell around like he always did and he tried to climb up, too, on the fence that kept in the horses when they were let out for their run, and Cordell told him no and that he was too little but Liam was determined to try. Cordell climbed back down and tried to steady him where he'd made it up to the top rung of the fence, and Liam lost his balance anyway, and fell straight backwards and landed headfirst on the dirt. There was a little rock and then a lot of blood, and then stitches, and Mama fussing and their dad ripping Cordi a new one—Liam doesn't even remember that it hurt—but the part that sticks it as a memory is how they all rode together in the truck back and forth from the doctor and Cordell held his hand in the backseat and he was crying, the whole way home, a silent seeping kind of crying that made his face a shiny mess. Liam thinks about that weirdly often. Cordi looking out the window and crying.

When the story gets retold for new friends, or the kids, or Cordell's buddies from the Rangers come around for coffee and Mama's pecan pie, they tell it that Cordell's so clumsy he dropped his baby brother on his head. Liam sort of hates it, every time. Cordell laughs and does the aw shucks routine he's so good at, relaxed with his beer and shrugging embarrassed apology. When Liam was about to head off to college, his eighteenth birthday dinner, Daddy told the story again as a kind of miracle survival, and Liam got up from the table real fast and went out onto the porch, annoyed for some reason beyond measure. It was Cordi who got up and came after him and said, a little cautious, "What's up, Stinker?" and Liam said to him, mad, "Why don't you ever tell people it was me? I was the one climbing up after you. It's not like you did it on purpose."

Cordell just blinked at him. "What does it matter?" he said. "You were the baby and I was a dumbass kid. So what?" He hooked his arm around Liam's neck and he smelled like sweat and Old Spice and that laundry detergent Emily bought that wasn't anything like the one they used at home. Liam pushed at his side but didn't try hard to get away. Not that it would've worked. "It's how we figured out how hard that head was, right? Come on. Mama's gonna wonder if you didn't like the brisket."

Liam let himself be dragged back into the house, and Cordi pushed him down into his chair right between him and Emily, and Emily smiled at him easy, and passed him the potatoes. "One month 'til the dorms," she said, very quiet so no one else could hear under Cordell telling some awful lie about Liam having gas, and Liam laughed, surprised, and it just happened that it was the same time everyone else laughed so that was okay. He always liked Emily. Cordell punched his thigh lightly on his other side, and gave him a warmer more real smile, and Liam dropped it, and he didn't complain about the story again.

*

Seven years between them. Liam always wondered if he was an accident, even if Mama said that with Cordell going to school she was ready to have another baby around the house. Cordell was always the one who was getting into trouble. Rambunctious, loud, falling headfirst into things and getting dragged out covered in mud. Liam learned from his example what not to do. Do not: run along the bleachers at the football stadium and vault the handrails until your foot gets caught and you fall and snap your wrist clean in two. Do not: get caught drinking beer with your high school girlfriend behind the horsebarn, and make Daddy give the most mortifying sex talk in the world afterward. Do not: make friends with the most delinquent-ass kid in the whole hill country and wind up explaining every other week why, really, he wasn't that bad, give him a chance—

Somehow even then he was the golden child. Not the best grades, not the most obedient. That wasn't what their dad cared about. Cordell was good on a horse, good on his feet. Respectful when it mattered and devil-may-care when it didn't. In high school he was the quarterback, of course he was, and Liam was right there in the stands with their parents every Friday night, cheering his lungs out. Weirdly boastful with his fourth-grade friends: his older brother was the star of the football team. His older brother could ride a bull for ten seconds and get off hardly winded. Bookish, kind of short, he needed the borrowed glory of Cordell's success to be proud of. Sometimes it worked. Sometimes it got him pushed over on the soccer field while some bigger boy went, gawd, William, who cares?

Liam never got in trouble. Never broke a bone. After bringing Cordell back from the hospital with a fresh new cast on his ankle and a dopey slightly-drugged smile on his face, Mama settled him in bed with Liam's help and turned off the light and then, in the kitchen, sighed and said, "Liam, you are a real relief to the mind, do you know that?" He was proud of that, too, in that moment. It wasn't until later that it nagged at him. A therapist asked him, much later in a sleek Manhattan office that smelled faintly of sage, "Do you think your predilection for being contrarian results from that time?" He went home annoyed with her, and was more annoyed when he told Bret the story and Bret didn't even turn around from the carbonara he was making and said, "Babe, you're the most contrary person I know."

He wasn't. He didn't—think he was. He… was, he realized, after a week of sitting with it, and a week after that it made sense. He didn't pick fights, and he didn't make waves. His rebellion was quiet. His hard head, forcing him to make his own space in the world. Not able to live up to Cordell and knowing instinctively that it would be awful even to try—and so taking the opposite turn, every time. It was better than being compared, even if he knew there was no chance but to be compared.

He studied hard. He read, all the time. He liked math and literature equally and did equally well in both. He hated P.E. but he did what he could there, too, and he learned to ride even if he didn't actually love horses the way the rest of the family did, and when Daddy asked if he wanted to join up with the little league baseball Liam asked to play soccer, instead, and Daddy frowned but Mama said, "Why not, I've seen enough boys drop foul balls for a lifetime." So, soccer, and most of his games were during the day or on Saturday mornings, but Cordi came to a lot of them anyway, and when Liam's team won Cordi would jump down onto the field and grab him up by the waist and crow David Beckham, right here! Little David Beckham for sale! Liam would struggle and then he'd be slung headfirst over Cordell's shoulder like a potato sack and his face would get so red from laughing that it hurt.

*

On September 12, 2001, Mama and Daddy were gone from the house when Liam got home from school and he was glad for it. That was a Wednesday. He was in sixth grade. The teachers weren't even trying to hold normal lessons and everyone was talking about what had happened the day before. Melissa Kettering was out that day and the rumor was that her dad had been on a business trip in New York. Liam had raised his hand and asked the social studies teacher if there was going to be a war, like there was after Pearl Harbor, and she sat down on her desk and shook her head and didn't answer.

He was trying to read his book for English when the phone rang. Cordell, calling from his apartment in town. Hey, buddy, he said, over the line, and Liam sat down on the floor by the phone table and closed his eyes, unaccountably almost about to cry. Is Daddy there? Liam told him he was home alone. Lucky, Cordi said, you can totally throw a rager, and Liam didn't laugh, and neither did Cordell, even though he always laughed at his own stupid jokes. Hey, um. I shouldn't—I don't know if I should tell you this but I've gotta tell someone, and Em's in class, and I just have to—I did something, and I need to—

He interrupted himself and Liam could hear him breathing over the line. He didn't want Cordell to say anything. If he didn't say anything then Liam could pretend that he was going to tell a story about some party they'd gone to at Emily's sorority, or that Hoyt had come back into town and they'd seen a show at ACL, or that he was gonna come stay that weekend, and maybe he and Liam would go riding. Anything but what he was about to say. Liam could hear it, in his head. He could hear it like it had already been said and it was echoing, now, inside, like a verse from a song he'd always, always remember.

Cordell graduated from the Marine boot camp on a Saturday in the middle of December. Liam went along even if he wasn't allowed to attend the actual ceremony and Daddy complained about the cost of the plane tickets until Mama told him to shut up. Liam sat between them on the flight and it was the first time he was ever in the air. Over the top of Mama's crossword book he watched the clouds go by over New Mexico, Arizona, with complete wonder. San Diego, then, different to Austin—palm trees, and the air so wet, and even the parking lot at their hotel smelling like warm flowers.

Mama gave him fifty dollars before they left for the graduation. They were bringing Cordell back, after, because they got one night with him before they had to give him back to the military. "Order a pizza," she said, "at 4:30 exactly, and we should get back at the same time the pizza comes so we can all eat together." Liam watched American Pie on the hotel tv while he waited, something he would never have been allowed at home. He made the call when he was supposed to, and when the girl on the phone asked him what toppings his mind went completely blank because he was never allowed to make that decision. Cordi liked ham and pineapple and none of the rest of them did. Liam ordered it with extra pineapple.

When a knock came on the hotel room door Liam jumped up to open it, cash in hand. The one holding the pizzas was Cordell, grinning at him with Mama and Daddy standing behind. "Pizza delivery," Cordell said, and Liam crashed into him for a hug so hard that Cordi almost dropped the boxes and said whoa, Stinker, soft and laughing.

His hair was cut off, an inch on top and shorter on the sides, so he looked like those pictures of their grandpa when he was in Korea. He was skinny, too, which Liam didn't get, because he thought boot camp was all about building up muscles. "Mostly running," Cordi said. He was tired, dark circles under his eyes. He was stretched out on one bed with his strange starched blue pants and the awful khaki shirt that made him look washed-out pale even if he'd been running around San Diego for thirteen weeks, and Mama was sat next to him squeezing his arm like he'd evaporate if she looked away for a minute, and even Daddy was hovering. Proud but worried. Liam sat by Cordell's boots and tugged on the laces, wanting to ask more questions but not daring to.

Cordi fell asleep before six o'clock. Daddy turned on the television real quiet to the news. More stuff about the invasion. Liam hoped it'd be all over by the time Cordi got there. Mama boxed up the remaining pizza, shaking her head. "Don't know why you picked pineapple, kiddo," she said, and Liam shrugged, sitting at the table, watching Cordell's face, turned away a little on the pillow. Liam wanted to shake him awake but of course he didn't. For his whole life, after, he gets a little sick to his stomach when he smells pineapple.

While Cordell was in Afghanistan Mama and Daddy had Emily over to the house a lot. She was sweet. Respectful of Mama, calling her ma'am half the time, and charming to their dad even though Liam knew that she and Daddy probably disagreed on more than things than not. She liked that Liam played soccer and asked if he ever watched the Premiere League. Liam didn't even know what that was. She helped Mama cook supper and went out and took pictures of the horses which made Daddy smile, and one time when Liam went outside after dinner to read she was there crying, on the porch, quiet with her hand over her mouth, and Liam hung back and didn't know what to say. "Sorry," she said, dashing at her cheeks with the heel of her hand. She licked her lips and nodded at his book, sniffing. "That's a good one. You should read the sequel, too." He did, and told her about it, and she smiled like a sunrise, the way she always did, and he felt like—he didn't even know, what he felt like.

Liam was the best man at their wedding. He felt and looked ridiculous. Fifteen in a tux and he didn't know how to tie a bow-tie, but Cordi didn't either, so Daddy had to do it for both of them, grumbling the whole time that they should've learned this by now. "Not a lot of bowties in Kandahar, Daddy," Cordell said, winking at Liam, and Liam—blushed. Ridiculous, and embarrassing, the way the whole affair and the lead-up had felt, but Cordell didn't seem to care or notice, so—there was Liam, blushing in a bowtie.

Cordell had only been back for a year and somehow things were off. He was serving the rest of his contract out in the reserves but he wasn't finishing up his degree like he'd told Mama he would. He'd entered the training program for the state troopers and was set up to be a highway cop, of all things. He'd rented a house in Austin with Emily and they lived together the whole year before the wedding—an argument with Daddy about that one, which Liam listened to from the hallway with his heart pounding—and they weren't even going to be married in the church because Emily didn't want a wedding mass and, Liam suspected, Cordell didn't either. Daddy lost that argument, too.

The wedding was tiny. Liam the best man, Geri the maid of honor. Emily's aunt that raised her on one side and Daddy and Mama on the other, and a handful of Cordell and Emily's friends making up the numbers in the little rented hall. Afterward they had a bigger barbecue out at the ranch and in front of the crowd Emily fed Cordell a dainty forkful of the lemon cake and Cordell responded by dotting a tiny bit of frosting on her nose and kissing it off, and Mama's best friend Sue-Ellen sighed and said to Mama, where Liam could hear, "Well, Abilene, maybe they're atheists but I daresay you raised that boy right every other way," and Mama said something dry back but Liam was watching how Cordell cupped Emily's cheek in his hand, smiling down at her like she hung the moon, and he thought, yeah. Yeah, Cordell was just about perfect, wasn't he.

"High school in the fall, right?" Emily's aunt said, later. "Emily says you play soccer. Going to try out for the team?"

Cordell and Emily were dancing, swaying in the grass, the bonfire leaping up behind them. His hand still on her cheek. "I'm quitting soccer," Liam said, without even realizing he was going to. "I'm going to try out for wrestling, instead."

*

He figured out he was gay relatively early. His friends at school got hold of a Playboy in fifth grade and didn't really know what to do with it beyond blustering. This was before anyone but nerds was on the internet, and Liam was a nerd but did a decent job of hiding it. Scott beckoned Liam over while they were waiting for the buses and showed him the top of the magazine, the bold logo and the girl with her boobs pushing up out of her bra—the group of them snickering, saying how hot she was—and that they were going to look at it at Scott's house later if Liam wanted to come over—and Liam said, "No, my mom's making me go to the store with her." The lie came out effortlessly.

They did have a computer at home, and dial-up internet it had been very, very hard to argue Daddy into. He hardly knew how to find anything but he did some careful searches while Daddy was out with the horses and Mama was cooking, singing bad over the stove like she tended to. Made Liam's face hot to see some of what he was seeing. Hoyt came over, once, while Cordi was away in the war, and he helped Liam and Mama dig out a bunch of tomatoes that hadn't grown in right, and afterward they sat on the porch drinking lemonade while Mama asked Hoyt all about the oil field he said he'd been working in and Liam watched how Hoyt's legs sprawled out on the porch, how his jeans hugged up against his calf muscle and how the sweat had made his white shirt nearly transparent, and he had to sit very careful on the bench with his knees drawn up to hide the effect it had on him.

When Cordell came home from Afghanistan they threw a huge party. Everyone came, Daddy's friends and Mama's, and Emily and their friends from college, and even Hoyt, magicked up out of somewhere (for the promise of free beer, Daddy said), and then Liam, the youngest person there, watching from the corner of the porch as always. Cordi was very tan and finally bulky with muscle and his hair had grown out, just a little, from that military buzz, and he barely detached himself from Emily the whole time, his arm always around her shoulders or hers around his waist, and when they did step apart his eyes followed her and she watched him right back, smiling at the most random times. Liam was fourteen and a little more aware of the world and he wondered abruptly if they'd had sex yet. Cordi had only been home one day and he'd slept at the ranch and not at Emily's apartment. How would they have found the time?

He was chewing his thumbnail over it when a sweaty weight crashed down on his shoulders, arms trapping his in. Hoyt. "Hey there, Stinker," Hoyt said, and Liam shrugged fretfully and said, "Don't call me that," and Hoyt laughed at him but stood up and ruffled Liam's hair completely backwards instead.

"Still pretty shrimpy," he said. He was grinning, like he had some big secret. "You planning on growing up anytime soon, champ?"

"Don't you have a sketchy job to get to?" Liam said, annoyed. He tried to fix his hair and gave it up as a lost cause the second Hoyt's grin got bigger. Asshole.

Hoyt sipped his beer. Twenty-one—he was allowed, although Liam had noticed that Mama was being a little free with handing out drinks to Emily's college friends. "Glad big bro's home, I bet," Hoyt said.

Liam didn't dignify that with a response. Hoyt laughed, under his breath, and held out the beer for Liam to take, which he did because he didn't know what else to do. "Go on," Hoyt said, nodding at it. "I won't tell your mama. Not fair that everyone else gets to celebrate while little Liam's sober. And boring."

"I'm not boring," Liam said, although he knew he was because half the kids at school clearly thought so. He took a sip of the beer, anyway, not knowing if Hoyt would snatch it away. Nasty, and he made a face that made Hoyt hoot, and then he took a bigger gulp, determined at least to get something out of it.

"There he goes," Hoyt said, weirdly delighted, and he clapped Liam on the shoulder the same way he would Cordi when they were in high school, and the bit of warm in Liam's belly went lower. "That's a welcome home."

Liam kept the beer, curled against his chest. He felt dumb holding it and also weirdly adult. "He's not even here," he said. Sort of scoffing. "Doesn't matter."

Hoyt curled his arm around Liam's shoulders again and ignored how he went stiff, and nodded out at the party. Music playing from a radio Daddy had set up on a truck-bed. Emily and Cordell, dancing in the firelight. Same as it would be for the wedding reception a year from then, although of course Liam didn't know that at the time. "Aw, he's here," Hoyt said. He squeezed Liam's shoulders. He smelled strange, like—skunk, and Mama's compost bin. It was gross but also kind of appealing and Liam shifted, hoping his dumb body wouldn't react. "He's just with his girl, and who could blame him. No call for getting jealous."

He wasn't jealous. Not—exactly. That night after Mama and Daddy went to bed the party kept on, and Liam went to his room and watched from the dark window, the bonfire still going and all the college kids still going, too. When he finally fell asleep he had a strange, blurry dream about Hoyt—building a bonfire together, and Hoyt smiling at him and being a jackass and then touching his face, the same way Cordell touched Emily's face, and then Hoyt touching his stomach, low—and then the dream shifted, the weird way dreams shift, and it was Cordell, touching his stomach, and smiling at him, and leaning in close—with his hair longer like it was before he enlisted—but wearing for some reason the dumb khaki shirt of his uniform—and then Cordell's hand—

When he woke up he was soaked and it was bright morning. He washed his underwear out in the sink, feeling like his head was screwed on to someone else's body, and then he hid the underwear in the hamper, and showered, and tried not to think about it. He had that dream or one like it on and off for years, until he finally lost his virginity to Michael in college and it went away. He never told his therapist about it, or Bret, or anyone. He could rationalize it but he couldn't ever acknowledge it out loud because of what it—felt like, to think about it. To make it real in a place that wasn't just his stupid, crazy, dreaming head.

He had the dream again the night before he came out to his parents. January 2nd, trying out his new year's resolution of honesty. He figured in a ruthless sort of way that if his parents kicked him out or hated him or tried to change him then at least he had early acceptance at UT for the fall and a full scholarship and it was just eight months where his life would be completely over.

Cordell was at home on the ranch and Liam figured that's what triggered it. A couple days of vacation, since he'd worked over Christmas, and he and Emily and baby Stella had stayed up for ringing in the new year, and everyone had taken turns kissing Stella's forehead when midnight struck. Liam had been allowed a glass of champagne, Mama not even fussing about it since it was a holiday and the house was full—so he had two glasses—and when he went to bed he could still hear Cordell laughing from the front room, telling Daddy some story about a bust on the highway, something about stolen Santa suits, something light.

He dreamed they were swimming, up at the lake, and Cordell was naked. Laughing, that same too-loud booming laugh, but just because he was happy and not like he was making fun. Being kind to Liam. Holding him from behind with his arms around Liam's chest, their legs slipping together in the water. Liam could imagine what it would be like for a man to do something to him, he'd seen porn by that point, and he'd seen Cordell naked too because of the vagaries of living in an old house without a lock on the bathroom door, but somehow there was still a disconnect in his head. He was turned on beyond belief but nothing—happened, just the vagueness of Cordell behind him. His big hands.

Mama took Emily and the baby in to town, that day, for shopping. Daddy said they'd just bought half of Macy's and Mama shushed him so Daddy was up at the barn, checking over the new foal. Liam sat on the porch with a cup of coffee and watched birds come to the new feeder Mama had got from Emily and he tried to rehearse it, in his head. What to say. He'd seen it in movies but it didn't feel possible to come out of his mouth.

Cordell sat by him, on the bench swing. "Since when do you drink coffee?" he said. Then, less casual: "Is that my mug?"

"Yes," Liam said, and didn't protest when Cordell took it out of his hands. He rubbed his palms on his jeans. He had a hard time talking to Cordi after he had one of those dreams and so it was a relief that most of the time Cordell wasn't around, that he was in town at the house he shared with his wife. With his wife, Liam reminded himself, as though that could help. Another thing to make Liam different. Wrestling instead of football, reading books instead of riding, and now—this, on top of everything.

"Whatever's going on," Cordell said. Liam blinked, came back to the world. The cold, and the swing barely rocking from how Cordi had set his boot on the porch and pushed, and Cordell looking at him very steadily. "You know you can tell me, right?"

Liam swallowed. "Even if it's—" Bad is what came to his mouth and he shook his head. He prayed about this, he resolved. It's not bad. "Weird?"

"If it weren't weird you probably wouldn't be being so weird about it," Cordi said, frank, and Liam shoved his shoulder. The dream dissipated just like that. How could he possibly be crushing on his brother when his brother is this much of a jerk. Cordell swayed, grinning, letting Liam push him even if Cordell outweighed him then by fifty pounds, but then he set his hand on the back of Liam's neck, more serious. "Whatever it is. We can figure it out."

Liam licked his lips, and nodded. He knew then that was going to tell Cordell the one secret, if not the whole of it, before they left the porch that morning, and Cordi would—back him up, with Mama and Daddy, even if he didn't get it. "Give me back the coffee," he said, and Cordell raised his eyebrows but passed it back, so Liam could take a gulp. The caffeine probably wouldn't help but maybe it wouldn't hurt, and it felt nice to hold the mug. "Promise you won't freak," Liam said then, even if he was—mostly, ninety percent, pretty sure—and Cordell said, immediately, "I promise," and Liam believed him. That was the thing, with Cordell, in those days. It was easy to believe him.

*

It's Mama who calls, when Emily dies. Liam's already in bed because he's got court in the morning and Bret shoves at his shoulder, says, "Oh my god answer it and then change your ringtone, I hate that song," and Liam's still fuzzy from sleep and doesn't quite process that there's no good reason Mama would be calling him after nine o'clock in Texas because she always thought that was bad manners, it had been drilled into him all his life, and he says, mumbly, still waking up, "Hey, Mama," and there's a sharp intake of breath on the other side of the line before she says, Honey, I'm sorry, but I have real bad news.

He flies out the next day. Bret tries to dissuade him. "There's nothing you can do right now," he says, as though that's the point. JFK to Austin-Bergstrom is four and a half hours and he spends the whole time with his chest this weird achy knot. It doesn't feel real but it is. He texted Mama his flight plan and she says that Daddy will pick him up at the airport, and when he gets into the truck Daddy shakes his head and says, "Good to see you, son," but without any truth to it. Liam doesn't take it personally.

Cordell's not at the ranch when they get there but the kids are. "Hi, Uncle Liam," Stella says, remarkably clear, until he hugs her, and then she curls his hands into his shirt and cries silently, her shoulders shaking. August doesn't get up from the couch, sitting there with one arm crossed over his chest and the other over his mouth, and he looks—Liam's always shocked by it—so exactly like his mother. Stella's a copy of her grandmother, to the point that Mama set her prom picture side by side with Stella's first dance photo and the only real difference was the dress—but Auggie always took after Emily, from coloring to temperament to those long straight eyebrows, that mouth that curves up into a wide, easy smile. Not smiling now, and not for a while, and when Stella pulls away and wipes her eyes Liam sits down next to Auggie and sets his hand on the back of his neck and Auggie just folds over, quiet, like whatever was holding him up just isn't there anymore.

"Where is he?" Liam asks Mama, in the kitchen later. The sun's going down. It hasn't even been twenty-four hours.

Mama's eyes are red-rimmed. "Where do you think?" she says.

Liam takes the truck. Lady Bird Lake is officially closed at night but of course that makes no difference. He parks and walks, up to the lookout, and Cordell doesn't hear him coming. He's sitting on the steps to the gazebo, his elbows braced on his knees. The light hitting his hair. Long again. Liam doesn't know how he's always skirting regs and getting away with it, except of course Cordi gets away with everything. Golden child.

He regrets the thought as soon as he has it. "Cordi," he says, and Cordell looks up in complete surprise. Liam smiles at him, as much as he can, and comes and sits on the step. He tries to think of what to say and can't come up with anything.

"Aren't you in court tomorrow?" Cordell says, after they sit there for thirty seconds. His voice sounds thick and distant.

Liam shakes his head. "Today," he says, and Cordell nods and huffs and says, "Right," and then looks down at his hands again. They're twisted together, his thumb rubbing hard and repeatedly at the mount of his other palm. Liam reaches over and puts his hand over the knot of Cordell's fingers and Cordell's jaw flexes but he lets Liam do it. "I'm sorry," Liam says.

"Everyone is," Cordell says, halfway bitter. Liam squeezes his hands and Cordell makes a rough low noise, some sound Liam has never heard him make. "Jesus. They won't let me go in to work."

"Of course they won't," Liam says, and Cordell pulls his hands away, pushes them into his hair. "Cordi, they have to—they're going to be looking for who did it and it has to be by the books so it'll stick. They're not going to risk screwing it up."

"I just want to—" Cordell cuts himself off but Liam can imagine what goes there. He touches Cordell's back instead and the muscle flinches. Set to fly off the handle any second. Fight or flight, but Cordell never used to run from anything and Liam can't imagine he's going to start now.

He stands up. "Wrestle me," he says.

Cordell looks up. "What?"

Genuine surprise. At least it's not misery. "Come on," Liam says. "See if you can pin me." These jeans are nice, were a gift from Bret, but he'll sacrifice them. He holds out a hand and Cordell lets himself be pulled upright, and it's a shock like it always is when Liam's been too long away, how much taller Cordi still is. Liam always was the shrimp. He pushes Cordell's chest, lightly, and Cordell slaps his hands away. "Cordi," Liam says, coaxing, and pulls at Cordell's wrist. "Let me take your mind off it."

Stupid thing to say and he knows it as soon as he says it. Cordell gives him an ugly look and shoves him for real. "Take my mind off it?" he says, while Liam's staggering backwards. Liam sets his boots in the dirt and braces, and when Cordell pushes him again Liam grapples, and they are wrestling, then. It's sloppy, bad holds, both of them in too-slick boots for this ground. Liam manages to swing Cordell around and get his back on the ground but Cordi's always been stronger and shoves him off, and then they're just—flat-out scrambling, Liam's hand sinking into a patch of mud and both of them breathing hard, Cordell twisting out of his grip and getting an arm over his chest, tight, before Liam eels over and flips them—gets Cordell on his back on the dirt—his leg over Cordell's—and then Cordi drops his head back against the ground and taps out, panting.

"You been practicing?" Cordell says. His eyes are closed.

Liam sits up, says, "Class at my gym." Cordi nods and Liam gets off him, kneels next to him in the dirt. The gazebo's bright and the skyline's pretty, on the other side of the lake. Liam looks at that instead of at his brother, so he won't have to see the tears seeping down Cordell's temples, wetting his hair.

"It's not okay," Liam says. He sets a hand on Cordell's chest. At the DA's office in Manhattan he's comforted widows, widowers, orphans. Some of them seeking justice but most of them knowing it won't really be found. Cordell, he thinks, is one of the latter type, but Liam tries out the lines he's learned anyway. "It's not okay and it's not fair. I can't pretend I know what you're going through but I'm sorry." He swallows, his throat trying to close without his say-so. "Jesus. I'm so sorry, Cordi."

"Yeah," Cordell says, rough, and grips Liam's wrist. When Liam looks down Cordell's eyes are still closed. They stay there for a while, by the lake, long past when it's uncomfortable.

When they finally get up, Liam's knees creak like an old man's but Cordell doesn't make the joke he should. He leaves Cordell's truck and drives them both back into town, and gets drive-through Whataburger that Cordell picks at instead of eating, and says, "Do you want to go back to the ranch?" and isn't surprised when Cordell shakes his head, no. They get a hotel instead, two queens and a respectable mini-bar, and Liam calls Mama from next to the ice machine in the hall and says that he's got Cordell, and they're fine, and they'll be back in the morning. She clearly wants to object but doesn't know how and Liam hangs up before she can figure it out.

He gets back, with the ice. Cordell's sitting on the end of the bed watching the news like it's the Superbowl. "I was thinking about the funeral," Cordell says, when the door closes behind Liam. "I have to plan the funeral and I don't even have her body."

Liam sets the bucket on the bar and sits on the other bed. "We'll help," Liam says. Cordell's cheek sucks in on one side. "You don't have to do any of this alone."

"Yeah," Cordell says, remote, and Liam looks at him. Weird hollowness in his stomach and he realizes only after a second why: it's the first time, all his life, that he can remember Cordell lying to him.

*

The Rodeo Kings operation is supposed to be quick. Three months, is the estimate: to get in, to learn the operation, to get out. They need an agent who can be convincingly skilled as a traveling rider, who knows a ranch operation, who can act. There's a depressingly short list and one name at the top of it. Everyone thinks it's a bad idea except for Graves, and Cordell.

"It'll give me something to think about that's not this," Cordell says, when Liam's trying to talk him out of it. They're on the back patio of his and Emily's house in town. The kids are still staying out at the ranch. It's two weeks after the funeral and they haven't gone back to school. Cordell hasn't shaved in a few days and the sound as he scratches his jaw is loud. There's no music playing from the kitchen window, like there used to be. The plants out here are already dying. Liam wants to grip Cordell's shoulders, get in his face and yell, but doesn't dare to. He gets a deep sigh, instead, and Cordell flipping a poker chip between his fingers like a restless card shark, and then a smile, fake as fake. "Anyway, who do you know who can ride a bull better than me?"

"No one," Liam says, and Cordell nods, like damn straight, and in the morning Liam goes in to the Travis County DA and announces he'd like to transfer offices, due to a family emergency that's going to keep him here in Texas, and it's only afterward when some calls are made and the paperwork's signed that he calls Bret, back in Manhattan, and leaves a voicemail that he's going to be staying a lot longer than he thought.

It isn't three months. As the operation drags on, Liam sweet-talks his way into being one of the assistant attorneys on the case and he tries to alleviate how Graves is getting more and more suspicious. Cordell's old partner James gets promoted to captain, six months in, and he vouches for Cordell, too, not that it seems to matter either way. Cordell's the one who's embedded with the rodeo and he'll either finish the job or he won't. They don't have another agent to send in, not without compromising the work that's been done so far, and nothing else will do but to wait.

The kids ask Liam for updates every week when he comes for dinner at the ranch. "I can't tell you everything," he says, like he does every time, and Daddy's quiet at the head of the table, and Mama quieter on the opposite side. Cordell has a rendezvous every Monday when the rodeo takes the day off with a burner cell phone and an agent waiting impatiently for his call, and his reports are terse: still trying to get them to trust me. They're suspicious of newcomers. The ring seems really tight and I can't figure out an opening. Give me time. He's allowed to call Liam the same day and Liam answers every unknown number on Mondays, giving hope to spam callers nationwide. Cordell usually sounds tired but he still calls and they have a dumb, simple conversation—about how the Rangers beat the Angels, how he's breaking in some new boots and has a blister the size of Indiana, how he's craving, inexplicably, sushi. "Sushi?" Liam asks, trying to imagine when Cordell ever tried it, and Cordi says, with rare humor, "Hey, I'm not a big fancy New York lawyer but I've had my share of raw fish," and when Liam hands the phone over to the kids they lean over the speakerphone and talk over the top of each other about a class project Stella did, and a history paper Auggie got an A+ on, and Liam watches with his hand over his mouth for the moment when Cordell has to interrupt and say, tired-sounding still, "Sorry, guys, I have to go," and the goodbyes have to be quick, and then that's it, for another week.

The first time Liam sees him when he's Duke it's a shock to the system. Seven months in and the reporting agent says that Walker missed his check-in. Walker—that's what they all call him, even when Liam's in the room with them. There's a small frenzy in the operation office. Graves calls for Cordell's head, predictably at this point. James, trying again to calm her down, but looking a little like he agrees. Liam leaves the office unnoticed and walks outside to feel cold air on his face and feel less—how he feels—and there's a text, on his phone, from an unknown number. The Alibi, Driskill ST, thirty minutes. Come alone.

Ridiculously illicit. Liam takes off his suit-jacket and tie and ruffles his hair into something unprofessional and goes. It's hard to park—Monday night football—and inside is the opposite of his scene but he finds a seat at the bar. A girl in a too-tight orange t-shirt gives him a once-over and he smiles tightly, ignores her, drinks a watery beer, and almost exactly on the thirty-minute mark someone sits down next to him and it's—not his brother.

Duke Culpepper was the fake name they picked. Originally from Texas but had some misdemeanors that made Texas unfriendly so he'd been hiding out in Tucson for a few years, working the rodeo there. Not dangerous but willing to get up to something that was, and he looks the part. He smells like sweat and horse manure and hay and some shitty, awful aftershave, and there's a bruise on his jaw like someone suckerpunched him, and he doesn't look at Liam but smiles sweet at the bartender and says, with a fake low drawl, "Darlin', I wouldn't mind a shot of bourbon, when you have a chance."

Jesus, Liam thinks. The bartender has an expression like Cordell slid a hand down the front of her jeans and made her the happiest woman alive—the shot takes about ten seconds to arrive, when Liam's been waiting for a second beer for five minutes. Cordell knocks it back in one motion and says, "Again, and—" and he turns, like he noticed Liam for the first time, "another round for my friend, here. We're celebratin'."

She blinks, notices Liam's empty glass. While the next round's being prepared Liam raises his eyebrows and plays his part. "What are we celebrating?"

"Got a new job," Cordell says—but no—it's Duke, who's saying it, Duke who's drawling lazy and has his hat cocked at an off-angle and who's got a bandana tied around his wrist which for some goddamn reason is working the whole, hot-ass look.

"Congrats," the bartender says, and Duke grins wide and winks at her and downs the second shot, letting out a little whoop. "Another?"

"Better make it a double this time, sweetheart," Duke says, and Liam puts his hand on the warm lean stretch of thigh knocking against his under the bar and squeezes, very lightly, a warning, and sees Cordell's eyes tighten just slightly, and sees how his shoulders round out, like he's ready to get in a fight. Cordell takes a deep breath and toasts the bartender, but turns to look at Liam, face a grinning glad mask. "Got a new girl, too. Real pretty."

The bartender's disappointment would be funny, any other time. "Your lucky day, then, huh?" Liam says. Cordell's knee presses hard into his under the bar. "Girl got a name?"

"Miss Twyla Jean," Cordell says, almost crooning it, and Liam raises his eyebrows—he thought they had embarrassing Texas names—and then Cordell downs the double-shot, grimacing at the sting, and then says, much quieter so that only Liam can hear: "All it took was me making it eleven seconds on a bull and she took me straight to bed."

Liam takes a deep breath. Cordell's jaw flexes, in the silence, and he puts the empty shot glass on the bar. "Thanks for celebrating with me," he says, and slides off the barstool, backwards. He grips Liam's shoulder so hard that it actually hurts. "Gotta get back. Job won't do itself."

"Godspeed," Liam says, toasting with his beer, and Cordell gives him a tight smile and tugs his cap and walks out of the bar, taking with him the smell of the stables and his too-tight jeans and this sensation under Liam's gut that's murky and dangerous, unsettled. His shoulder hurts. It's only after he's written down Twyla Jean's name and texted it to James, and gone home to the apartment where Bret's still bitching about the décor, and taken a shower, and pressed his forehead against the cold tile, that he realizes that Cordell was wearing a fucking Texas Rangers cap. The absolute bastard.

*

The night he hears from Cordell again he has a fight with Bret. The same fight, worked over the same way. Bret hates Texas. He hates being away from his friends. He hates the politics and the food and how Liam's always with his family. He doesn't want to go to family dinner at the ranch because he's sure Liam's dad hates him. "He doesn't hate you," Liam says, for the fifth time, but to be honest he's not sure. Daddy never seems to like Bret that much, either. Cordi's never met him and Liam wonders, like he's wondered many times, if they'd get along, at all. Wonders if that'd be a dealbreaker and then wonders, washing dishes while Bret watches MSNBC in chilly silence, if the fact that he's wondering if it would be a dealbreaker makes it a dealbreaker, after all.

The text comes as a relief. Annunziata's. He dresses down more carefully than the first time. It's a weird spot, on the outskirts of town where it feels less like Austin than like a suburb. Karaoke and Italian food and mostly-fake cowboys slapping their knees to the absolutely horrific song being sung—very suburb. And there, at a table right by what passes for a stage: Cordell. But, no: Duke, Duke Culpepper, with his arm slung around the shoulders of Twyla Jean and his lips on her ear, grinning, wild. It catches Liam's breath like it did the first time. Duke, confident in his body and happy and having a good time, easy. Hot. Jesus, Liam doesn't get how it's so hot.

He waits in the backroom and watches Cordell shoves his face into the water. It's disturbing how panicked he is, once he's Cordell again and not Duke. "You have to," he's saying—babbling—"You have to tell them, they're going to kill people, you can't let them go through with it—" but of course that's not either of their decision and Liam can't help. It's awful, an awful awful feeling. His big brother looking to him for an answer he can't give. Cordell pushes his hair back from his face and puts his hat back on and looks miserable but he goes back, he sits right back down with that girl and lets her slide her hand down his thigh up the inseam of his jeans and Liam watches from the corner of the bar, where he won't be seen, drinking a beer he doesn't want, seeing his brother be someone who's not his brother. Maybe someone his brother could have been. They're going to sleep together, tonight. Liam knows it. They've been fucking for three months. Is it easy, he wonders. It shouldn't be, for Cordell, but maybe for Duke it is.

He goes home to Bret and wakes him up, and apologizes for the earlier fight, and kisses him, and gets Bret on his belly, and fucks him that way, a little hard, kissing the back of his neck, making Bret gasp and flinch and groan, delighted. "Where did that come from," Bret says, lazy and satisfied, and when he falls asleep Liam takes a shower and then only then calls James, from the hall outside their apartment door, leaning with his forehead against the wall. The bank location has been obvious since Cordell reported about Twyla Jean; the only thing that wasn't certain was the time. It'll be fine, James says, firm, and hangs up on Liam to coordinate with the rest of the team now that Agent Walker has finally come back in from the cold, and Liam stands there with his eyes closed in the hall and thinks, yes. Yes, it'll be fine.

After the bank—after the clean-up—Graves debriefs Cordell for a long time. It borders on unlawful interrogation at a certain point but Liam doesn't dare intervene when she's this furious—he can't risk being taken off the case. It takes James making a call to her supervisor at the field office, who then calls her and pulls her out of the room, for Cordell to be given a reprieve, and Liam goes in to the conference room and finds Cordell still in the stupid black hoodie stained with Crystal West's blood, his head in his hands, breathing with his mouth open like he can't get enough air.

"Cordi," Liam says, and Cordell shakes his head. Liam licks his lips and checks the hall. No one's guarding them—they wouldn't, because Walker's one of their own—and he says, "Get up." Cordell looks up at him, finally. "Come on, quick before she gets back. Come with me."

Cordell follows him. Down the hall, left to go through the atrium instead of the bullpen, then through the glass doors to the hall to, at last, the men's room, and Cordell stands in the middle of the tile blinking until Liam nods at the sinks and says, "Do it."

He's sloppier about it, this time. His hair hangs dripping in front of his face. He pushes it off his forehead and looks up at himself, in the mirror, panting a little. Water drips off his nose.

Liam brings him paper towels and he dries his face. "You should take that off," Liam says, and Cordell looks down at his clothes like he has no idea what he's wearing and only just realized, and tears off the hoodie in an awkward tangle. Underneath his t-shirt is black so Liam can't tell if it's stained. The big silver cross swings from his neck.

"What happened," Cordell says. A croak.

"Graves didn't tell you?" Liam says, and then bites his tongue. Obviously not. "Clint and Crystal are both dead. Clint at the bank. Crystal crashed the car. They think she passed out. Blood loss." Cordell nods, tight, looking away. These are his friends, Liam reminds himself. These are the people he knew, the only people he really talked to, for almost a year. "Two more people died at the bank. Twyla wasn't there and we don't have information to tie her to the job. I don't know where Jaxon is but we have people looking. They're still trying to recover the stolen money."

"Graves did tell me that much," Cordell says, and turns around, leaning his ass against the sink. It's slowly draining, behind him. "I think she wants to arrest me since she can't arrest them."

"I think so, too," Liam says, and Cordell smiles a little. He looks like he hasn't slept all year. "You did your job. It's over."

"It's not over," Cordell says, immediately. He drags his hand through his hair. "Graves made that clear. The money's still missing and Twyla and Jax are in the wind."

"And Duke's being sent to jail," Liam says. "So his part in the Rodeo Kings gang is over."

Cordell wipes his fingers over his mouth. He's still wearing that bandana around his wrist. Liam wants to take it off of him. Throw it away, burn it. "Duke Culpepper, common criminal," Cordell says, drawling it a little.

"Never liked him anyway," Liam says, and Cordell smiles, dropping his head. Liam touches his shoulder, grips his neck. "Hey. Means you get to come home. The kids will be over the moon."

"Yeah," Cordell says. He brackets a loose hand around Liam's wrist and nods. "Yeah. Can't wait."

His smile faded, as soon as Liam said it. Liam thinks about that, for that whole night, and for the whole next day, after, when James tells him that Cordell put in for one week's leave. "You talked to him?" Liam says, and James shakes his head, says, "He called Connie. I think he still doesn't even know I'm the captain."

He tells Mama and Daddy that Cordell will be home next Wednesday. Stella's frowning, not eating her dinner. "I saw that bank robbery on the news," she says. Auggie's big-eyed, watching, next to her. "Was that Dad's big case?"

"It was," Liam says, and Auggie's eyes get bigger. "But there's a debriefing period. We need to make sure his undercover identity doesn't have any loose ends that'll tie him back to his real one."

Daddy's eyes narrow and Mama's quiet. Liam got pretty good at lying, over the years, but he never was quite able to fool them.

He calls Cordell the next day. "Tell me where you are," he says, and Cordell doesn't answer for a long moment, letting the silence stretch out over the cell line. Liam considers it a victory that he even answered the phone.

He has a room at the Fairmont, on the fifteenth floor. Liam knocks and it's a minute before the door opens. Cordell's in bare feet, jeans, an ACL t-shirt. Liam follows him in and the room is—nicer than Liam's current apartment, that's for sure. King bed, outstanding view. "Wow," Liam says, and Cordell says, "Better than the Super 8 in Kermit," sort of sarcastic, and then sits down on the bed like he can't stand up anymore.

Liam doesn't sit. He doesn't think he's really invited, even if Cordell let him in the door. "I told them next Wednesday," he said. "Mom and Dad, and the kids. A week. Do you think that'll be enough time?"

"Honestly?" Cordell says, and doesn't elaborate.

There's a table, with four chairs, like a dining area. On it a box, like one of the evidence boxes from the office. Liam walks over and tips back the lid and: there's Duke Culpepper. The striped shirt he wore when Liam met him at Annunziata's. That was—god, only three days ago. A plastic bottle of aftershave. The cross necklace. The gun. Liam picks it up and checks the revolving chamber—that one bullet, still ready. It makes him nauseous just like it did the first time.

"I know you're probably not okay," Liam says. Understatement, he thinks, of the century. He closes the box and pushes it away, toward the center of the table. When he turns around Cordell's holding the beer in one hand and playing with a poker chip, in the other. "I know you're going to need some time. But when you're done, we need you back. The kids, and Mom and Dad. And me."

"C'mon, you don't need anybody, Stinker," Cordell says, with the barest thread of levity. "You climb right up to the top of the barn all by yourself, when no one's around to stop you."

Liam pauses, confused by the subject change. Surprised, then. "You were there for that?" he says, and Cordell shrugs, one corner of his mouth lifting.

When Liam was eleven, and Cordell was at college, and the world hadn't yet turned over on its head. It was early August and his school hadn't started, and Daddy and Mama had gone over to the feed store to pick up a truckload for the horses. He was bored, and tired of reading, and he'd gone out to the barn and looked up at it and thought about how Cordell had done it, at his age or maybe even younger, and if Cordell could then Liam could, too, if he set his mind to it. It wasn't even all that hard, once he was looking careful for the places to set his feet. He sat down on the top of the barn and looked out over the ranch—and further, over the where the road into the ranch pushed out into the hills, down toward the town. He wondered how far he could really see, to the horizon.

"Swung by to pick up my football stuff," Cordell says, now. "Em parked on the other side of the house and I didn't think anyone was home, until I looked out the back. You were up there just—taller than anything." He shrugs. "See? Didn't need my help after all."

"I wouldn't have climbed it if you hadn't dropped me on my head," Liam says, and Cordell snorts, shakes his head. Liam bites the inside of his cheek and crouches, and Cordell's forced to look at him or be ridiculous and so Cordell looks at him. Liam reaches out and gets his hand, the hand with the poker chip, and squeezes it, and Cordell swallows and squeezes back. The edges of the plastic bite into Liam's hand. "Come back," he says.

Cordell takes a deep breath. "I will," he says. "I promise, Liam."

Liam stands up and hugs him, around the shoulders, and walks out of the room. He takes the elevator back to the lobby and steps out into the sunshine, and takes a deep breath, and calls Bret to arrange lunch. Cordell's promises.  Fifty-fifty, anymore, that it ends up being true. Liam decides to believe him. He's hardheaded. He might as well be hardheaded and optimistic about it.

[killuababie]

hello!! may i request nekoma, karasuno, and seijoh (if you only do one, nekoma's fine!) with a f! manager who is a kpop dancer? like, the team will be hanging out at the gym and trying to learn likey or tt or an easy choreo and reader is just slaying wannabe (ryujin and jihyo ily) or more & more!! please dont forget to take care of urself bb! have a great day/night!!

Their bias.

Pairing: Nekoma x Fem!Manager, Karasuno x Fem!Manager, Aoba Johsai x Fem!Manager.

Summary: Teams with a manager who is also a kpop trainee.

Type: Platonic Headcanons.

A/N:  You too take care of yourself! Ily 🥺

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NEKOMA:

I feel like Yamamoto watches shows like Produce 101. Maybe just to find his ideal type or just get ideas from the guys on how to become more desirable or attarctive etc.

Yaku and Kuroo usually tag along with Yamamoto when they’re bored and have these really stupid ass fights intellectual convos on who is prettier.

Ofc your privacy is respected by the company so no one really knows ab your personal details etc.

Hence, the first time you met Nekoma was whe you introduced yourself to them as their manger.

By this time the team fairly knew who you are.

Yamamoto LOST his shit at the sight of you

Like??? A KPOP TRAINEE IN NEKOMA???? HIS B I A S??????????

He's on the seventh heaven, he's in nirvana, he's literally frozen in his place.

Yaku and Kuroo are by your trying to flatter you, complimenting you etc. Some are hyped where as Kenma is quite chill ab it.

It was one of the normal days when the team asked you join them as they dance.

Gawd... What were they even thinking?

You being you put on Itzy's wannabe and was like "Yeah lemme rock that shit like the bad b I am 😌💅🏼"

When you started doing the shoulder move? THEIR EYES POPPED OUT CUZ HOW YOU DOIN THAT??

They stared at you like 🧿👄🧿

Fukunaga was like "Girl your dance move delicious" and ain't no body get the compliment 😔

Yamamoto, Lev and Inouka tried doing the same move THEY ENDED UP GETTING SPRAINS😭

Kuroo was in AWE whereas Yaku was telling the dumbass trio.

Kenma, exhausted of them: ...y'all really thought you could pull it off? We're volleyball players not dancers ffs.

You: ✨It's okay I can teach them the dance✨

Yamamoto: ALLOW ME TO SI- OWW THAT HURT

KARASUNO:

The team was fooling around for a bit, going on with their life playing games and shit.

For the first time in a while they were playing truth and dare instead of practicing volleyball.

Kageyama was dared to dance to Likey by Twice, well my boy  is stiff as fuck

HE WAS DYING TRYING TO DANCE TO IT AND THE TEAM WS DYING IN LAUGHTER 

Hinata:

Kageyama: BOKE HINATA BOKE

Hinata: ????? 😀😀 I think I JUST breathed

The team was legit dying in laughter.

You just happened to be passing by the gym thats when you heard laugher mixed with Twice’s Likey.

Your nosey ass decided to take a peak in and you saw utter chaos.

You couldn’t stop your legs after seeing all of them trying to dance to one of your favourite songs

You: I think you need some help? 

Kageyama: 👁️👄👁️

Nishinoya and Tanka: 😳🤲🏻💕

Everyone: 😳

Their experssions made you giggle as you played the song again, the rhythm getting the best of you. You subconsciouly started to move along to the song. Each and every step was ingrained in your brain and body.

YOU BET NISHINOYA AND TANAKA HAD NOSEBLEED

Suga and HInata were hyping you up, rest of them were plain flustered by your moves.

They applauded your small performance when you finished and introduced themselves when you did it first.

Well, it didnt take long enough for you to be their manager, like who would doesn’t want to spend time with these dorks.

AOBA JOHSAI:

You had been their manager for quite a while now.

Right now you were just getting bored looking at them practice

That’s when a thought popped up in your head, you decided to practice for your next test/performance for the show you were in.

They definitely did hear the low sound of the music but they dismissed it as you hearing some songs because your were bored until they heard your shoes queaking against the floor.

They snapped their legs in your direction so quickly just to find you dancing to Dally by Hyolyn where youre laying on the floor poking your butt out.

THEY ALL SCREAMED, LIKE LEGIT. Before Oikawa and Matsun whistled, hyping you up

MY BOY KINDAICHI HAS PASSED THE FUCK OUT. He ded.

Iwa and rest of the boys were blushing furiously, deadass looked like tomatoes.

They waited till you finish your lil performance before showering you with compliments on how well you dance.

Oikawa: GIRL WHY DID YOU NEVER TELL US AB YOUR DANCING SKILLS?

You: I thought y’all already knew me

Oikawa: Huh? 🤨

You: uhm... I'm one of the top contestants in Produce 101? I'm a kpop trainee?

Everyone: 😳😳😳 OUR MANAGER IS A CELEBRITY??

You were literally bombarded with questions from everyone and how they didn't knew ab it??

Also, Oikawa flirting with your increased like 📈📈📈

Poor Kindaichi passed out again when he found out you're a famous person😔

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[sarohara]

You both like friends.

You: heyo

Stranger: hey

You: wanna hear a really cool song?

Stranger: sure

You: hold up

You: name or link?

Stranger: name

You: okay

You: young the giant mind over matter

Stranger: okay hold up

You: take your time

Stranger: Damm he is getting into it

You: Yea right? ahah

Stranger: Yeah lmao

Stranger: lmk im prolly gonna regret this but let me use my best pick up line on you😂

Stranger: lmao

You: Go ahead 😂

Stranger: nah nvm I'm bouta say some dumb shit

You: I don't mind 😂

Stranger: wtf nah that shit is cheesy asf

Stranger: like cheesy cheesy

You: Cmon

You: I mean, it's up to u

Stranger: fuck im really gonna regret this alot

Stranger: okay okay game face on

You: 😂

You: you don't even know me, why would u regret it? ahahah

Stranger: Damm you remind me of the 20 letters of the alphabet

Stranger: bc it me I regret alot of things and now I'm regretting this shit rn

Stranger: fuck why do I gotta be so dumb

You: 20 letters of the alphabet? why?😂

Stranger: oh shit I'm dumb there's 26 letters how can I forget about u,r,a,q,t

You: AHAHAHAHAH

Stranger: See that shit is cheesy

You: I was gonna ask "what about the other 6?"

Stranger: Lmao found the other 6

Stranger: wait there is 27 u can get the d later😂😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Stranger: okay imma prolly go kill myself now

You: that's it? 😂😂😂😂

Stranger: I'm so so sorry u have to hear my dumbass

You: AHAHAHAHAHAH

You: You're freaking hilarious

Stranger: I hate my self now

Stranger: I'm so cheesy wtf

You: AHAHAHA

You: Stooop

Stranger: I'm never listening to tik tok ever again😂😭

You: AHAHAHA TIK TOK REALLY? 😂

You: I'm dying

Stranger: Okay no what I'm boerd and that app is okay

Stranger: and no o don't post i just scroll through

Stranger: i

You: Yea dw, I do the same😂

Stranger: Lmao im still so sorry u had to hear that

Stranger: Yo boi is running on like 2 brain cells rn

You: hey, shut up, it was cool 😂 I mean, you're funny

You: ahahahahahhaha

Stranger: funny who tf is funny everyone keeps on talking about funny but I still don't know who that mf is

Stranger: I wanna meet that dude he is obviously famous

Stranger: or her I don't really know yet

You: Who's obviously famous?

Stranger: that guy named funny

You: and well, it's funny just because it's not funny

You: AHAHHAHAHA OH MY GAWD

Stranger: yk its funny bc im dumb

Stranger: told you those 2 brain cells are kicking in

You: well, at least that made me laugh so..

Stranger: Fuck yeahhhhhhh

Stranger: look mom i did something finally

You: AHAHHAHAHA

Stranger: oh wait she is gone

You: Would she be proud?

You: ooooh

Stranger: She went to the grocery store 2 hours ago

Stranger: so we will find out when she gets back

Stranger: she will prolly still hate me but yk what thays cool

Stranger: thats

You: what mother doesn't hate her kid, right?

You: you're not alone trust me ahahaha

Stranger: Haha facts tho

You: what's ur name btw? lmao

Stranger: yk she told me that I was a mistake and yk what I'm not I won that race me I won

Stranger: all those other kids aren't here are they they are the mistakes

You: Wait, seriously?

You: I was kidding but maybe i was a mistake as well

Stranger: yes I won something and ik thats hard to belive but I did I did not get a trophy when I should have

You: ahahahhahahahahahah You won that race, you did it!

Stranger: wait they did give me trophy

You: I don't think so

Stranger: ur my trophy so I can finally show my trophy off okay that was bad I promise that was the last one

Stranger: Omg I'm going to hell

Stranger: why do I think of this shit

You: I wasn't expecting but 😂😂😂😂

Stranger: that sounded so much better in my head then I typed it out I was like wtf are you doing like are you fr fr bouta send that

You: You're fine 😂😂

Stranger: Okay I give you promise to shoot me if you would like

Stranger: I get i totally get it

Stranger: promision holly fuck my phone won't let me type

Stranger: Your like wtf he is dumb he obviously did not pass the second grade

Stranger: well jokes on you I am in the second grade

You: I'm dying actually, you're stupidly funny😂😂😂😂

You: Are u always like that?

Stranger: sadly yes do I want to be no

Stranger: God was like lets make this kid dumb asf and say cheesy things to ppl

Stranger: and I'm good at it

You: at least you're good at something, isn't awesome?😂😂😂

Stranger: obviously did you not read my pickup line like bro master piece

You: you know, you seem like that kinda person who gets embarrassed easily 😂

Stranger: Like God told me to use that pickup line on everyone so i did the only person that did not seem to care or even talk to me was the light poll outside my house

Stranger: Idk imma get it to talk to me one day

You: the light poll outside your house 😂

Stranger: yeah

Stranger: I've been trying for years can't seem to crack it yet

Stranger: I'm telling u one day its going to talk to me

You: I don't think u should do this but if u need me i'm down😂

Stranger: for what

Stranger: I should not do what

Stranger: oh shit

You: hey hey hey liste

You: listen*

Stranger: Okay im listening

Stranger: all I hear is music omg are u connect to my speaker

Stranger: Connected

You: ok so my family's calling me to lunch...i really gotta go, but can u keep in touch?

You: AHAHHAHAHA

Stranger: yes

You: yes?

Stranger: yes

You: yes!

You: what do u have?

You: idk even ur name

You: i'm sarah by the way

Stranger: Um Noah and snapchat insta Facebook venmo

Stranger: PayPal

Stranger: uber eats

Stranger: Yeah

You: ahahahhahaahahah

Stranger: I can text you on any of those

You: oh uber eats? really? i didn't now that

Stranger: yeah im ceo so I get all the secret stuff

You: ooooh you're ceo damn

You: anyway 😂

You: I do have insta & snap so..

Stranger: yeah did you know u can order food on there

Stranger: Lets do snapchat

You: yeah ofc i know that

You: ahahahhahaha

Stranger: oh you did

You: okay so it's scarval

You: ooops

You: scarvalhando

You: ***

Stranger: Boom added off uber eats

You: can we order food someday?

You: it would be awesome

Stranger: yes

You: okay noah

You: what's ur insta btw? i could follow u there as well

Stranger: I forgot I told u my name i was like omg I told a hacker my cheesy pick up line

Stranger: I'm fucked

You: 😂😂😂😂😂

You: Yeah omg i'm a hacker

You: I wish i were tho

Stranger: Oh shit please don't go through my history unless u want to see alot of cars like alot alot of cars

Stranger: And when u scroll down far enough you will see how to talk to a light poll

You: obsession with cars?😂😂

You: ooooh yeah okay

You: it seems nice, i mean, talking to a light poll, isn't?

Stranger: um a little😅

Stranger: idk it has not talked back yet

Stranger: I think its shy

You: oof that hurts 😂

You: okay okay okay

Stranger: I don't know find out on next weeks episode of dose it talk

You: 😂😂😂😂😂

Stranger: featuring little turtule and big fish rick

You: I'm gonna watch this

You: 😂

You: see ya on snap then?

Stranger: its gonna be lit and okay

You: i gotta gotta gotta gotta go

Stranger: by Sarah thank you for letting me use my cheesy pick up line on you

Stranger: bye

You: Anytime!!! 😂

Stranger: and u will hear more from my dumbass

Stranger: oh and ill lyk what my mom thinks

You: I hope 😂

You: okay i'll be waiting

You: Cya

Stranger: Okay byeeee

You: byeee

You: skip

[jayjaysocks]

ROTBTD TAG GAME

Answer these questions and tag your rotbtd friends! And please don't reblog this, put your answer in a new post 😊✨

Name/Nickname

My nickname is Jay, hence, JayJaysocks, heehee!!

How did you get into ROTBTD?

It was actually this image, by Hubedibubbe (the fact that I can pinpoint the exact image and like, moment is insane to me). It was also the image that introduced me to one of the biggest ships of my entire life lmao.

What made you stay/comeback?

There is no exit. No but for real, if something has an impact on you, it’ll always have a special place in your heart, whether it’s nostalgia or just because you love it. I love it and I never really left.

Out of the 4 movies, which one is your favorite?

This is genuinely a tough one for me. I absolutely LOVE the first HTTYD film because it’s hilarious, but Tangled also has a very very special place in my heart because it was my childhood movie. Like I know EVERY WORD. But like Brave?? And ROTG too?? UGH!! But if I had to pick one I think I’d say HTTYD because I’m a huge sucker for sarcastic humor lmao.

Dreamworks Dragons or Rapunzel’s Tangled Adventure?

Neither. I’m sure they’re good but I just dON’T do TV show renditions of movies. For me, they either stray from the movie’s original message/meaning, or end up doing things that don’t particularly fit for the character’s arc or even their personalities. I just don’t want to taint the image of the movie, yannow?

Which one do you prefer to be made a sequel of, Brave or Rise of the Guardians?

Definitely Rise of the Guardians. I think there’s real potential to continue Jack’s story, and I’m afraid that if they give Merida a sequel they’ll slap in a romantic interest. I really liked that she didn’t have a lover in the film (I mean that was what the entire movie was about), and I’d be scared that in the second one they’d add someone and just backslide with that entire concept. But maybe I’m too paranoid >:^)

OTP/BROTP?

I’m just going to put them both cause, idk I like talking about them?

My OTP is Jackunzel cause I’m a soft babie. Hubedibubbe’s picture that I posted above?? Literally is the thing that introduced me to it. I was like ‘oh wow, they’d actually make a cute couple.’ And then I was lost for eternity. Gone. Done. Dead.

And then my BROTP is hard. I rlly like the idea of Jack and Hiccup because I feel like Jack is a giant dumbass sometimes and Hiccup is just like, ‘sigh’ whenever he has to deal—But I also like the idea of Hiccup and Rapunzel being rlly close friends, like big brother little sister type because they’re both just softies and Ugh it GETS ME. And then there’s the love-hate that Merida and Jack share, like the friendly banter and the ‘if I’m around him for two more seconds I’ll actually kill him, but not really kill him but like actually kill him’. And then the dynamic that Rapunzel and Merida have, how Mer will literally shank anyone that hurts Punzie and UGH. But if I HAD to pick ONE, I think I’d say—

Favorite character(s)?

That’d probably be Rapunzel and Hiccup. Just the sarcasm and softie sweetness. Like, I LOVE YOU GUYS MY GAWD.

Favorite AU(s)?

I’m a HUGE sucker for like, Pirate AUs and Seasons/Guardians AUs. I also like Hogwarts AUs, but the Pirate AUs are my favorites which SUCKS because there aren’t that many :((

Pick one! B4 House placement in Hogwarts AU | Favorite B4 nation/bending headcanons in ATLA AU

I really like Rapunzel as a Hufflepuff, Jack as a Gryffindor, Merida as a Slytherin, and Hiccup as a Ravenclaw :))

Any fic recs? Or if you couldn’t think of any, what was the last ROTBTD fic you read? (It could be an old book or a recent one, do share!!)

I haven’t really asked permission to share it so I won’t link it, but it’s a story called ‘Maybe’, by OkeyDokey(LilMissNerdfighter) on Ao3. It’s my most recent, and it’s only a chapter so far but I’m enjoying it!!

My tags: @bauerriny ? (You’re amazing ily!!) @jackunzel-time ? @incorrectrotbtdquotes ? Maybe? Idk if you do these things but I love your stuff so it’s worth a shot.

Enjoy!! 💕

[khaleesiofalicante]

Game of Thrones S8E05 Thoughts

Okay so Varys is snitching. Shocker.

Ohhhhh the little birds are back. Also is this child labor?

Omg he doesn't want the fucking metal chair. Let him be, Varys!

Omg Dany looks sooooo sad :(

It was a mistake - I feel like Tyrion has been saying this a lot.

Okay that execution was unnecessarily dramatic. Also why does Jon have to watch this shit?

Both Dany and Greyworm need bereavement counseling. Poor things.

Leave Sansa out of this!!!

CONSENT OMG CONSENT DANY

Tyrion has been having a bad...year at work.

Arya still ain't taking shit from random soldiers. Queen.

Tyrion failing miserably at learning a new language is a big mood tbh.

Jaime in chains. Haven't we done this already?

You dumbass. You didn't cover your hand?

Run away with Cersei?? That's a horrible idea!!!

THIS LANNISTER BROTHERS SCENE GOT ME OKAY I LOVE THEM BOTH SO MUCH

I really dig the golden company's battle outfit. Those pants look comfy.

Bye bye iron fleet.

Bye bye golden company? That was easy...

NO I liked the Strickland guy!!

Cersei sweetie. I'm so sorry your men would choose their lives over their murderous queen.

Thank you, Jaime. Finally the bells!!!

DANY NO DON'T DO IT HOE

GREYWORM NO

Gawd Jon just wants to go home. Get the fuck back everyone.

Omg is that man seriously trying to rape her? Wtf.

Ugh Euron fuck off.

JAIME NO FUCK NOT BY EURON NOT BY EURON PLEASE DON'T DIE

I cannot accept that Cersei caved. Where is the woman who faced death in the eyes during the battle of the Blackwater??

Arya child. No. Yeah go home. Mission abort. Retreat. I repeat. Retreat.

I think that's the first time I heard someone call him Sandor :(

CLEGANE BOWL SUCKERZ

Lol Qyburn just got yeeted to death.

WTF JAIME NO THIS IS TOXIC SHIT NO BABY GET AWAY FROM HER

Arya run girl run idk where tho but runnnn

Okay this is giving me Oberyn PTSD

What did Qyburn do yall? This thing ain't dying!!

Holy shit wildfire. Yes Jon fall back. Go the fuck back to Winterfell.

Thank the gods Arya is still alive.

Oh no. Not that short haired lady!!!

FUCK JAIME NO

TOO LATE NOW CERSEI

OKAY FUCKING NO JAIME LANNISTER DESERVED A BETTER DEATH THAN THIS FUCK THIS

Are you serious? ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? NO NO AND NO.

Okay that scene with the horse was super chilling...

BUT YEAH FUCK THIS SHIT

JAIME AND DANY DESERVED BETTER THAN THIS YALL

FUCK. THIS.

[aceandsparrow]

The Amazing Race 31: Premiere

[S] Please please please no dumbass gimmicks this season. [A] I'm going to be honest: I wish I was more excited for this season of The Amazing Race. I 100% thought the last season would be it; it wasn't doing well and it had become a chore to watch and the past few winners have been forgettable/deplorable. I feel like this "reality all-star" season is a Hail Mary attempt and I am really hoping they forego the gimmicks and return to classic form.

[A] That said, I am always happy to see Phil again.

[S] Okay let's see how many of these people I know:

[S] Know Rupert and Laura.  [A] Duh.

[S] Remember Leo and Jamal. [A] Vaguely remember them; love Leo’s shout out to his cat.  

[S] Oh fuck Rachel is back. [A] OH GAWD RACHEL.

[S] Remember Tyler and Korey of course. [A] Why did they bring Tyler Oakley back...

[S] Remember Chris and Brett. [A] I was actually  just scrolling through old posts and came across the one where Chris came out to Zeke.

[S] Don’t remember Colin and Christie. [A] I don’t know the season 5 AR couple (that was before my time).

[S] I remember Eliza (unfortunately) but not Corrine. [A] I remember both and am actually excited to see the villains.

[S] Don’t remember Art and JJ. [A] Art and JJ I remember but Art looks way different (was their season really THAT long ago?) [S] Oh, I don't remember Art and JJ cause Art looks completely different.

[S] Remember Becca, Floyd, and the bike. [A] Oh god the band nerds are back.  

[S] Obviously know none of the Big Brother only people. [A] I know none of the Big Brother contestants and will 100% hate the all girl teams from there. And Nicole looks 12.

[S] 東京！すごい！[A] 日本! やった! Be prepared for lots of "omgwtfaretheydoing" and "I've been there" comments.

[S] Should I start a crying count for Amazing Race? [A] Yes.

[A] Someone said "Afghanimals" and I just had a bunch of flashbacks.

[S] OMG the Rachel team better go home soon. [A] Meanwhile, I hope the Survivor villains stay in. I love their commentary, especially re: Rachel and her sister. "Good luck, lips!"

[S] Did Phil say See-buya? [A] Phil did just say "See-buya" and I died a little inside.

[A] I like that they put them on a bus instead of letting them all take taxis from Narita like idiots.

[A] "None of the street signs are in English. I don't know what to do." Sweetie, you're in Japan. Street signs are in Japanese.

[S] They are so confused by Shibuya crossing. [A] Guys, you cannot just wander around Shibuya and find things. It ain't that easy.

[S] LOL that was actually clever of Leo and Jamal.

[A] OMG I love this challenge. Either of us could do it, but probably you because you like chocolate more. [S] Hell ya I'll bite the shoes!

[S] "Shabayou" - Rachel. [A] Tyler: "Shi-bayou." *cringe*

[S] You are climbing Fuji. [A] I'd climb Fuji and just be glad it's not a warped wall from that other Japanese game show.

[A] Oh god. They went into the station. And they were never heard from again (or not, that's a smaller station so they should be fine).

[S] Did she gag on chocolate? [A] Apparently?

[A] Me when Art and JJ are in front of a Uniqlo: "Oh, that's going down the left side by the movie theatre, in the building with the Hooters and the Rainier cafe." [S] I have been to none of the places they went this episode.

[A] Good redemption for Leo and Jamal.

[S] Watching everyone climb this so easily makes me wonder why the first team struggled so much.

[S] Brett WTF? You aren't gonna survive Amazing Race (pardon the pun).

[A] I love that they asked for water and brought Pocari Sweat.

[S] Rupert and Laura! No! [A] You know, I joked that Rupert would likely only make it like three episodes, but I'm starting to think they won't make it past the first episode and that makes me sad. Rupert and Laura spend a lot of time wandering and standing around. That is not the Amazing Race way, guys.

[A] HOW DO YOU SPEND 2 HOURS IN THE PARK AND NOT FIND THE FUJI SETUP.

[A] Poor Art. [S] Not gonna miss JJ. What a poor attitude. And yay Rupert and Laura are still around.

[flameontheotherside]

W007 Yass! 😆👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 I'm A Po-po Hoe!

I have 3 job interviews lined up. One is tomorrow and the others are kon and Tues. I'm so ecited. These are decent jobs for temporary work while I find another more suitable. It's totally fine. I feel accomplished and good about this instead of sitting around or playing video games all day. I feel not so bad now learning some bass tabs today.

A friend of mine did so me Reiki work on me. That must be also why I'm in a good mood. I didn't realize that I had some negative attachments and irritation over not having a job. I need food and I haven't been eating much because every penny is going to rent. 😒 And I LOVE food. Especially now while I'm major PMSing this week. Finances and keeping a roof over my head are the most important things right now. Not learning bass tabs, building a hactintosh computer or watching YouTube... Because honestly I had been slacking off since the blow from that.... Women who lied about calling me back. What a fucking idiot obviously doesn't have the common sense or decency. Idk how she still has a job. I'm still kind of salty... Not as much. Idk what, maybe it's my autism showing. Why can't people be honest? I can handle critisizm well. Especially from superiors or teachers and... God. 😅

Everyone else is ignored because I'm stubborn and sometimes arrogant.

I'm not perfect 😇👌🏼 but I don't have patience with some people. Especially dumb or ditzty people. I know I know I'm rather unpredictable and it's impossible to know when all logic and savagery go everywhere. Like a loose canon just all over and shit. Like composure and my own intelligence fly everywhere and before you know it I'm ranting or starting a physical fight with a retard. Like my moms boyfriend I had to beat up because he didn't understand what get out of my face means. How difficult is that to understand? I should have knocked him over with a chair. Classic. He hit me first. Dumbass had the audacity to hit a women. I should have really really get him in the balls so he can't reproduce retards and assholes. The world is better off without them.

Maybe the world would be a better place without greedy, superficial, inconsiderate, racists... Did I just describe Trump? 😔 Yes... I have social "road rage". Like bitch, you inturrupted me and then say some dumb shit? Or The milk goes in the fucking fridge moron, not in the Meat Department so how lazy do you have to be!? I've had full-blown "meltdowns" in Walmart and start saying some shit so whoever did it make it obvious by arguing with me. Vince has had to shush me several times. Oh my brain hurts so bad. 😂 LOL some people think ignorance is bliss. No, it's fucking retarded. Who wants to stay/be retarded. 🤣 Common sense... DO YOU SPEAK IT?! *WAVES GUN AROUND*

Normal PMS moodswings for about a week.

It's almost gone I guess. 😂 Jeez what a ride. Glad I'm off. I have to gift my friend for doing such a great job even if it wasn't him. My friend said there was some residual negative attachments. Forgot to write that part and I've already edited this enough. Wow... I had no idea. I mean I had a feeling but I couldn't put a name to it. God has been visiting a lot until now. So I'm sure that has something to do with it. I'm really curious about what it was! 🤣 Then again maybe it's best I don't know. They know my temper and diastain for all things stupid.

*sigh* 😅 well I'm going to learn some bass tabs now I don't feel so guilty for slacking off.

I can feel my spiritual team is very proud of my accomplishments. Speaking to them without my pendulum, shielding/protection, tuning out of frequency, and getting more interviews. I'm pretty fucking proud of myself. I'm the shit. Don't lie, you love me deep down inside. 🤣 Rofl I'm just silly 😋.

Also turns out we have some extra money so I got myself a mediterranean veggie calzone. Aaahhhh Mai Gawd did I miss real 🍕 Italian food. Oh Jesus has answered my prayers. LITERALLY! 🤣 👏🏼 👏🏼 👏🏼 Too much too much.

Last night we watched Miss Congenitality and Madea Goes To Jail.

Both hilarious AF and you have to watch them. I love watching movies I can identify with because it just makes a movie more enjoyable. I found it hilarious how there were so many elements in the first movie that connects with me and my life. Madea, not so much because I'm not an old, fat, ghetto lady.... 😂 But I can totally see who I want to be when I grow up. With a bunch of cats and ak 47...and getting in trouble. I'm surprised I've never went to jail for all the illegal shit Ive done! 🤣 Roflmao I'm dieing. Omg I'm dieing. The beginning when Madea trashed a bitches car for cutting her off, taking her parking space and being a stuck up snob. Well she deserved it. I'm a Po-po hoe 🚨 👮 . You have to watch it. So hilarious! I can see myself doing that. 😂 Haaaaaaa...

😘 💞 💕 ❤️ Still want some spicey Mexican 🇲🇽 food.

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧Don’t forget to take a look at Erik’s blog ran by his amazing mom Dr Elisa Medhus. Lots of stuff about his afterlife and shit. channelingerik.com.

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[siyadrunkrecs]

When you told me I was going to kill you for this, you were not wrong 🔪

Someone like me who doesn't read a lot of supernatural, was completely blown away by the sheer detailing and readability of the universe that you created for us. I went into it with zero understanding of the otherworldly and came out...... well, completely battle-scarred

I'm also very much convinced that Jimin is a real life Fae. End of that comment. The way you took them about the club... GAWD IT FELT LIKE ME. IM THE DUMBASS. TAKE ME AND MY BACKLESS DRESS AND TEAR MEEEEEE

You knew he’s teasing you with the current pace of his fingers, intentionally not curling them so you started grinding back on him

YANNIE GURL HOW DARE YOU???? HOW FCKIN DARE YOU BRO?? This just sounds like peak Jimin behavior 😭😭

If he was a regular human boy, he would’ve been all sweaty and breathing heavily with disheveled hair but instead he looked exactly the same, as if he didn’t just fucked your brains out in this alleyway.

BROOOOO why is this irl Jiminnnnnnnnn >.<

The way you describe the start of their relationship, and the forbidden aspects of it... I want Jimin so BAYYYDDD 😭 The line "The memory made you grimace a bit, a painful reminder that this was the limit of your relationship with Jimin." my goodness me. I'm hurt so bad 💀

Jimin was just using you.

WHAT NOW???? HE WHAT NOW??? IM BOUT TO BUST HIS ASS WHEN HIS COCK AINT IN ME

“everywhere is fine as long as you’re with me”

Yannie. Babe. Girl. I'm going to haunt you after my death for having this line here. I really will.

The way you take this story and then shift to Jimin's POV... foCK. WHAT EMOTIONS ARE YOU FEELING BOI, FCKIN TELL ME YOU HEARTLESS WENCH! And the two of them playing each other?? It's like a game of chess on the bed I lOVE IT

And when they FINALLY MADE OUT UUUGHGHHHGHGHHHGH you can just see me devolve through the course of this review and this is my breaking point fam

“you think you know me y/n”

bite me you hoe I DO. everytime he calls yn 'petal' my heart shrivels and pokes the corners of its cage asking me why i am doing this to it 💆‍♀️💆‍♀️

“To love is to destroy”

AND YOU END THIS HERE???? REALLY???? I HATE YOU YANNIE I REALLY DO!!!

All jokes aside, this was such a good story you wove for us - the ending hurt me hard, their last night together pushed a dagger into my chest and YN's last state of mind is probably very close to what mine is - which is a sign of a fantastic story 🥺🥺💀 Thank you so much for writing this love!!!! 💛💛

please, lie to me | pjm

pairing: seelie!jimin x mundane!reader

summary: “centuries of loyalty vs. only months of fucking, how could you miscalculate?”

rating: 18+

genre: urban fantasy, shadowhunters!au, angst, smut, fwb!au? (not really), faerie!au

word count: 11k (lol what happened)

warnings: explicit sexual content, multiple sex scenes, unprotected sex (the fae don’t do protections), pet names, praise kink, fingering, breast play, oral (f.receiving), multiple orgasms, rough sex (what’s new), creampie, manhandling, exhibitionism, marking, edging, forced orgasm, light bruises, a lot of begging, some messy emotional sex, poor OC but Jimin just–

a/n: this is part of The Fabled Collaboration hosted by @kimtaehyunq​ (thank you for this gorgeous banner and for being patient with me >.<) , @joontopia & @whipped-for-kpop-fics​. i’ve had this idea even before i joined this event so what a coincidence! the fic will have aspects from the Shadowhunter Chronicles by @cassandraclare, particularly The Mortal Instruments. i also wanna thank @lemonjoonah for being supportive when i’m nervous of writing this genre that i’m only used to reading 🥺.

also, listen this song/score while reading, especially near the end to be in the feels (i cried while writing for the first time lol)

UNEDITED 🤡

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“To love is to destroy”

That was a running joke you kept hearing with your Nephilim friends.

The Nephilim or what they modernly called as Shadowhunters were a race of humans with angelic blood that protected ordinary humans from demons and they coordinated with Downworlders which consisted of warlocks, werewolves, vampires and the fae. All of them were part of the Shadow World and they called humans like you as mundanes.

You were with your Nephilim friends for a weekend hangout, the schedule they set since they were always so busy with their missions these days that you could barely see them. The booming sound of the club’s current song was what all you can hear while you were trying to avoid the amount of people dancing on the floor. 

Not that this was the only club that you go to, but it’s the only place where you could meet them as it catered to both mundane and Downworlders. Though you had been hearing rumours about demons coming here to victimize the mundane patrons, you didn’t seem to care because you knew your friends would protect you anyways.

Passing through the dancing people turned out to be a struggle because you actually lost sight of your friends but then you felt someone’s stare.

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