#eleven questions tag game

[nolanhollogay]

"what's your ideal type?" "you." + jjedgar😊

jjedgar secret date time!!!

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"What's your favorite movie?" JJ asked, taking a swig from his soda can.

He was on the beach with Edgar, the two of them playing twenty questions. He was quite proud of himself because it only took five minutes of convincing to get Edgar to sneak out instead of the usual ten. He hoped that meant Edgar was excited to spend time with him and not that he'd just worn him down enough to get him to come.

Edgar whined, pouting at him. "That's too hard."

He was sitting in JJ's lap, knees pressed into the sand, arms around JJ's neck. JJ wasn't entirely sure of the most respectful way to hold onto him, seeing as it was only their fourth date – not that he was counting or anything – and Edgar was a good boy who was probably unaware of the way he was tempting him. So his hands were behind him, holding him up and curled in the sand, stopping him from making the wrong move.

"Too bad. You gotta pick," JJ said.

"Meanie," Edgar said, pouting even harder. "Uh.. If I had to pick, like someone was holding a gun to my head and said, "Tell us your favorite movie right now or I'll pull the trigger!" I would probably pick Psycho. Like, The Hitchcock movie." Wordlessly, he reached over, picking up JJ's soda and took a drink. JJ's brain short circuited, distracted by the line of his throat and the fact that Edgar's mouth had been where his just was – even though that was stupid because they'd literally kissed before, with tongue and everything.

He managed to find his tongue before the silence between them got weird though. "I tried to get the guys to watch that with me once, but Pope already knew the twist so he didn't care, and John B and Nova were too busy making out, and Mikey fell asleep five minutes in."

Edgar laughed, the sound making JJ's insides sing like always and he pressed his right hand to the side of JJ's neck. It was cold from the soda can, and JJ couldn't blame the heat on his skin on the summertime weather. "Oh yeah, nothing more erotic than brutal murder."

JJ wasn't sure if it was better or worse to mention that sometimes horror movies did make him a little hot under the collar. But his mouth wouldn't work anyway, not with his brain being too preoccupied playing the way Edgar said "erotic" over and over.

Edgar smiled down at him, looking like something out of one of JJ's dreams. He was all windtossed hair and dark shimmering eyes, and he glowed blue in the moonlight, looking alien and sexy. "Okay, my turn, right?"

JJ nodded, swallowing hard.

He bit his lip as he thought, before making the cutest little noise in the world. "I got one," he said, excitement written on his face. JJ felt like he'd been punched. "What's your ideal type?"

JJ didn't even have to think about it. "You."

Edgar rolled his eyes, smile never faltering. Obviously unconvinced. "Shut up. I'm asking seriously."

"I'm being serious," JJ replied. "You're like my dream boy."

Edgar curled in on himself, obviously unsure of what to do with that. Still not believing him. "I–"

"I mean it, Eds. You're nice to me, you're nice to everyone, and you don't treat me like I'm stupid. You're loyal and you care about your family. You're funny as hell and, like, the biggest dork in the world. Doesn't hurt that you're like the prettiest boy on the planet," he shrugged, trying to play his spiel off as casual, "Every time you agree to go out with me, it doesn't feel real."

Edgar used the hand still on his neck to pull him into a kiss.

"You're so.." He didn't even bother finishing his statement too busy knocking JJ into the sand with the ferocity of his next kiss.

[dooxliss]

deleted the reblogs bc that was a doozy but also bc i was also tagged by both @brave-little-pauper and @lethalhedgehogs! tysm :]]

1. The Pretender — Foo Fighters

2. No One Knows — Queens of the Stone Age

3. Separate Ways (Worlds Apart) — Journey

4. So Fresh, So Clean —Outkast

5. Love and Happiness — Al Green

now to tag mutuals :] : @noelledeltarune @retro-system @snotklown @surskip @lettuce-tv @cinnamon-bunni @moonknightproductions @mlimby @miraculous-hearts @ev1lde4d

🎶✨when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) 🎶✨

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I'm an idiot and I deleted the original question. I'am sorry. Thank you @pyreneese

1. Two — sleeping at last

2. All I want – Kodaline (i like the cover by Ha Hyun Sang)

3. Run away – Ben Platt

4. Dernière danse – Kyo (the cove by Pomme is perfect)

5. Because of you – Kelly Clarkson

I will tag (? @sakuranomai @my-one-true-l @queen--of--maggots @marilxrants @transasahi @wereana @gracetoldmeto @himbo-kronk-stan @balsemicvinegar @cherrygirl-28 sorry! this way is easier and faster. Feel free to ignore.

[seresinhangmanjake]

Forgetting

Jake Seresin x reader

Summary: Jake forgets to pick you up at the airport because of his ex, and for the first time, you think maybe you and Jake aren't mean to be.

Notes/Warnings: Angst, but ends fluffy. Fighting. Cursing. This was a request that I said I'd have done in a couple days and it took me a week and a half. Sorry about that. Also, please be gentle. I haven't written for Jake in what feels like a millennium.

Words: 2700

Jake Seresin Masterlist / Main Masterlist / Tag List

As much as it would kill you to know that he could be hurt, you hope he’s hurt. You hope he’s on his way to the hospital to receive life-saving treatment because if he’s not hurt, if he’s not receiving life-saving treatment, then he simply forgot about you. And that makes your heart want to claw its way out of your chest and scamper across the floor until it’s well out of your range to catch it. 

Your call goes to voicemail for the fourth time. You send your twelfth text: I hope you’re ok. I landed an hour ago. Please call me. Nothing different than the eleven other messages that have gone unanswered. Forty-five more minutes pass of you sitting on a bench by the airport exit before you finally surrender your last shred of hope and call Bradley to come save you. 

Within the hour, you’re sighing in relief, the sight of a friendly face almost bringing you to tears. He approaches you with open arms and you fall right into the embrace, comforted by the hug that should be in your boyfriend’s arms, and the warmth that should be from your boyfriend’s body, and the forehead kiss that should be from your boyfriend’s lips. 

“Please tell me he’s ok,” you say against your friend’s chest. 

A heavy palm rubs up and down your back. “No one could get ahold of him.”

Your head jerks back so you can meet his eyes. “Oh my god!”

“I’m sure he’s fine, kid. Don’t worry.”

“How can you say that? He was supposed to be here and he’s not and–” You pause when Bradley looks away from you, and a hefty stone settles in your gut. You know your friend well. He’s a good man, honest but sensitive, and when that honestly meets that sensitivity, it results in his inability to look someone in the eye if he thinks the truth might hurt them. You’ve seen it a hundred times, but never with you. 

Your posture wavers with your lengthy exhale. “What aren’t you telling me?”

Another great thing about Bradley: he doesn’t make you play any games. You don’t have to jump through hoops. You don’t have to ask the right questions in the right way in order to get what you need out of him, unlike many men, your boyfriend included, who recently has found ways to skitter around telling the full truth. 

“Javy said he saw him a couple of hours ago,” Bradley says.

Your back teeth clench. Your mind shoots to one conclusion. “With her?” you ask. Bradley’s eyes drift from yours again and you nod, a tear at the ready to leak down your cheek. “He forgot about me because he’s with her.”

“We don’t know that for sure, and–”

Your hand scrubbing down your face cuts him off. Your fingers pinch the bridge of your nose before you suck in your whimper and say, “Rooster, why did he even ask me to come here?”

“Because he…I mean, we thought he–”

“You thought he gave a fuck about me.”

“He does,” Bradley says, stressing his words in an attempt to reassure you. “He never shuts up about you.”

“Sure,” you say. “He gives so much of a fuck that he forgot about me to be with his ex. How can you explain that?”

Rooster sighs. His hands slip into his jeans pockets just to have something to do with them. “I can’t.”

“Exactly.” 

No one can explain it. Not you, not Bradley, not Jake. Everyone you know back home would be telling you to run for the hills right now. They were already wary of this ‘Navy guy’ that they’d only met twice around the holidays, who lives a decent distance away from your entire life and who constantly requests that you be the one to hop on a plane rather than the other way around. 

For the duration of your time together, you’ve been understanding of that sacrifice. You know his schedule doesn’t allow impromptu trips out of state, but that hasn’t made it any less exhausting for you. And maybe that’s a sign. Another sign. A nail in the coffin. Maybe you and Jake aren’t meant to be. And why would you be? You met him on a brief vacation to visit a friend who doesn’t even live in the same town anymore, and somehow, during those few days, he convinced you to take a chance on him. So you took the leap. But being that bold doesn’t guarantee you won’t fall flat on your face, and you think that’s exactly what’s happening. You’ve tripped over a guy only to realize he doesn’t care about you to the same degree that you care about him. 

However, you’re not the type to avoid confrontation. If Jake Seresin is going to mistreat you because of his ex, then he is going to do it to your face. He’s going to look you in the eye when he shows himself to be the liar he is. It may hurt more to go to him rather than get on the next plane home without so much as taking in a breath of fresh Californian air, but you’re too upset to let that thought fully develop, and a moment later, Rooster is following your stomps out the door. 

—

You find him at the Hard Deck, standing at a hightop with a beer glass in his hand that clinks against the one in his ex’s before he takes a sip. Bradley’s comforting hand lands on your back in solidarity. You only met him because of Jake, but the two of you bonded despite their differences, and having him by your side now makes him nothing short of a life-saver. 

He helps guide you through the crowd to the table, and when Jake spots you, he chokes around the liquid going down his throat. His blown-out emerald eyes rival saucers and his mouth gapes like a fish, but then his stare flicks to Bradley, and those eyes shrink into narrow slits. His face heats to a boiling red. 

“What the fuck!” Jake snaps, shocking the composure right out of his ex’s poised stance. Bar patrons close by turn their heads but quickly return to their own conversations. Jake steps away from the table, coming to a halt in front of you and his squadmate. “What the hell is this?”

You figured he’d be bothered if you showed up with Bradley in tow. And good, that’s what you feel he deserves. Jake’s been wary of the other Dagger’s closeness to you for a while, and even though you know—as does Bradley—that it’s an asinine concern, you have no problem using it against him now. But still, the intensity of his reaction manages to surprise you. You didn’t think he would be this angered by the sight of you with another man that it would have him overlooking his mistake of forgetting you.

Your arms cross. “This is your girlfriend and the guy who saved her when her damn boyfriend left her stranded at the airport.”

“Excuse me?”

Jake’s ex’s prying gaze tugs at your attention, but when you glance over his shoulder to catch her in the act, she quickly looks away—just more proof that whatever the fuck she’s doing with your boyfriend is something to be ashamed of. 

Bradley’s saying something. You can’t quite hear him over the anger-induced fuzzing in your ears, but you’re pretty sure it’s a scolding based on the twisting of Jake’s features as he shoots back his own words of aggression. And then your hand is in his and you’re being pulled through the bar, out the back door, and onto the deck where the only intrusive sound is the lapping of waves on the shore. 

“Why are you here?” he asks. 

You scoff to mask the heartbreak that comes with that question. “Because you asked me to be here.”

“Tomorrow.”

“What?”

“It’s Wednesday,” he says. 

“It’s Thursday, Jake.”

“No, it’s—” he freezes, and you don’t know if he’s tipsy or stupid, but it takes him a minute to come to the same conclusion: it is indeed Thursday. “Fuck,” he mutters.

Your lower back meets the edge of the railing, and you sigh, thankfully keeping in the tears. “What are you doing with her?”

“What the fuck are you doing with Rooster?” he returns much more forcefully. “Why didn’t you call me?”

“I called, I texted, I left voicemails,” you tell him, “But clearly, she was more important.”

Jake’s hands pat down his pockets, mouth setting in a frown when he can’t find his phone.

“Don’t bother. Phone or no phone, you forgot about me because of her. Last time I was here, you were late for one of our dates because of her. You spent fifty percent of our time together stepping away to take her phone calls,” you say, trying and failing to avoid the bitter taste on your tongue. “Just fuck her, Jake, if you haven’t already. I only came here to tell you that she can have you.”

You’ve never seen him fall apart the way he does. You’ve never seen the blood drain from his cocky face. You’ve never seen his features break and crack and contort into the vision of pure devastation as they do. His parted mouth must’ve gone dry because his next words come out slightly hoarse.

“You don’t mean that,” he says, but it’s more of a plea than anything. “Why…Why would you–” He swallows. A wrinkle forms between his brows and he shakes his head. “You love me. You didn’t mean to say that.”

You do love him—terribly so—but you’re willing to be one of those people who won’t view love as enough if it also means laying you out as a fool. “Jake–”

“Take it back,” he says. His steps are quick, and then you’re trapped where you stand, his hands on either side of your body, gripping the rail. Eyes drill into yours, and for a second, you feel a pang of guilt. “Please, baby, take it back. She doesn’t mean anything to me.”

“And I mean less.”

“No!” he says. “That’s not true. You’re everything, ok? You mean everything to me. She was just helping me, that’s all.”

“Helping you,” you mimic with a roll of your eyes. “Helping you what? Get off?”

With a little whine, Jake’s head drops between his shoulders, his blond hair brushing your collarbone. “Please. Please quit saying things like that.” His hands slide closer to your body and land on your hips. You don’t push him away—you can't—and his touch softens you ever so slightly.

“Then tell me the truth,” you say. “Right now. I’m giving you one shot.”

His head snaps up. His eyes flick back and forth between yours, ironically searching for your honesty, as if you’re the liar on trial here. 

“It was a surprise,” he tells you. “She’s a realtor now, and for the last few months she’s been helping me find a new place, one that’s bigger than what I’ve got because I was going to ask you to move in with me.” Your heartbeat stutters. A layer of goosebumps coats your arms. When you don’t respond, he continues, “I hate missing you. I hate how unfair it is that you’re always the one to come here because I can’t fly out at the drop of a hat. I know it’s a big step, but I figured if I had a place, I could show you how great things could be. That’s why she and I came here. We were celebrating because I’m signing on a house first thing tomorrow,” he says. “Well, that’s why I’m celebrating, anyway. She’s probably celebrating because she just made a decent commission.”

It’s almost unfair how that new information doesn’t make you feel any less of a fool. Had he told you that under any other circumstances, you’d be leaping into his arms, kissing him like you’ve been deprived of him for years, repeating ‘yes’ over and over between those kisses, but you can’t. You can’t because his explanation doesn’t fix everything. 

“That still doesn’t change that it’s Thursday, not Wednesday,” you say.

“I know, baby. That’s my fault. I was so excited, and I was thinking how perfect the timing was that I would be able to pick you up tomorrow and drive you by the house now that it’s officially mine, but I fucked it up.”

Jake’s thumbs press into your hips, and you’re instantly reminded of each moment in your relationship when you’ve felt that same light pressure on your skin. A gentle claiming. The same pressure you felt when you agreed to be his girlfriend. The same pressure you feel whenever you’re in bed together. 

You sense eyes on you other than your boyfriend’s, and when you turn your head, you find his ex staring right at you, an expression on her face that you wish you could say wasn’t one of distress, but it is. And worse, it’s obviously not distress for herself, but for Jake, as if she’s hoping she wasn’t just a contributor to a bomb dropping on his life. 

Jake’s busy staring at you despite your averted gaze, and in a monotone voice, you say, “She feels bad.”

He doesn’t follow your eyes. “Because she knows I’ve been doing this all for you.”

You blink. Your hand runs down your face before sifting through the strands of your hair. “You really want me to live with you?”

“Of course I do,” he tells you. He’s shaking his head, but you know it’s because he thinks any idea that he wouldn’t want you to be blasphemous. His hand cups your chin. “I love you.”

With a sigh, you push aside the rollercoaster of emotions, the misunderstandings that lead to frustration and hurt, and look him directly in the eye. And where moments ago you thought you saw lies, you see honestly. Where you thought you saw betrayal, you see love. 

“Can I see it?”

—

It’s small—a two-bedroom with a little driveway, the shingle siding painted a blue-gray shade that is more blue than gray; bundles of flowers bloom in the boxes under the windows; a bay window protrudes from the side of the structure facing the beach. And it’s perfect.

You can imagine building a life here. You can picture a dog that you’ll have to build a fence for and children years later that will have you reinforcing the fence because they’ll probably be like their father, and Jake didn’t choose to be a pilot because of his lack of adventurous nature. You look at this house and you can see the core of a family. A house that, no matter how far you go for Jake’s job, will always be home base.

Jake is leaning around you so you can both watch the house from the passenger seat window. “I’d offer to show you around, but I don’t get the keys until morning.”

“It’s ok,” you tell him. “I don’t need to see inside.”

When you say that, he falls back into his seat. The back of his head presses against the headrest. His fingers squeeze the steering wheel with his sigh of defeat. “You don’t like it.”

Shifting your body to face him, you say, “Jake, I love it.”

Just like that, his eyes brighten like a pouting child who was just offered a lollipop, and you can’t help but chuckle. You can’t help but forget everything that happened earlier in the night, all of it seeming so insignificant now, even though you know it’s not, and you both know that if he ever makes the same mistake again, he’ll have hell to pay. But something tells you that won’t be a problem. 

“Enough to live with me?” he asks.

You nod. “Enough to live with you.”

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Comments make my entire world, so if you liked it, let me know? Thanks :)

[nwjws]

WHO THE HELL IS NI-KI ?! - NRK SMAU

; SYNOPSIS - school sucks. especially when everyone's avoiding you like the plague - all because you're the principal's daughter. so it comes as a surprise when a strip of paper falls out of your locker one day, with a corny pick up line written on it. now you only have one question on your mind: who the hell is nishimura riki?

; PAIRING - riki x fem!reader

; STATUS - complete!

; TAGS - smau, fluff, crack (more like attempt at humor), high school au, riki is a menace, hyper x calm dynamics?? ; WARNINGS - swearing, dirty jokes/pick up lines (maybe??)

; AUTHOR’S CORNER ! i just love starting something new before finishing my other wips 😍 i've made it so the first part of the pick up line is on the masterlist here, and the punchline is on the title of the actual chapter. this is inspired by this pjo smau on ao3 (LMAO??) + my own experiences bc i also slipped a bunch of pick up lines in random lockers

SPAM LIKE = BLOCK !

➼ PROFILES ! losers club ; riki's pr team

PROLOGUE ! all the good pick up lines are taken…

ONE ! i don't need google anymore...

TWO ! i’m so jealous of ur phone…

THREE ! are you fortnite?…

BONUS ! let's play a game of tag...

FOUR ! do you listen to newjeans?…

FIVE ! "nothing is faster than light"...

SIX ! something is wrong with my phone…

SEVEN ! do you play quidditch?...

EIGHT ! this doughnut is pretty sweet…

NINE ! you look familiar, did we share a class?…

TEN ! we should probably social distance…

ELEVEN ! are you 0x1 = lovesong?…

TWELVE ! are you an unfunny meme?…

THIRTEEN ! hey, is it morning yet?…

13.5 ! i can’t hold a conversation…

FOURTEEN ! instead of liking my message…

FIFTEEN ! your hand looks heavy… ↳ written [2.1k] + smau

SIXTEEN ! be careful bumping into others…

SEVENTEEN ! are you a trap?…

EIGHTEEN ! are you the children i keep in my basement?…

NINETEEN ! is it the fire works…

TWENTY ! i’ll give you a kiss… ↳ written [1.5k]

EPILOGUE ! i can’t think of any more pick up lines…

; TAGLIST (closed!) perm . @lovelovelovebts @miyseung @babyy-bambii @haechansbbg @gweoriz @maoyueze networks . @kflixnet @k-films @/k-labels . send an ask or comment here to be added!

[bellaxgiornata]

List of Installments for Falling For the Devil

Warnings/tags: 18+; series contains lots of smut, fluff, angst, humor

Summary: This is a very long series/collection of one-shots about a nervous/awkward journalist Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock. Meant to feel like a realistic look into dating Matthew Murdock and all the sweet, vulnerable, sexy, and dark sides that come with him. Reader also gradually gains more confidence in and out of the bedroom as the relationship progresses.

List of Installments

Part One: "The Night You Met"

Part Two: "The One-Sided Pining"

Part Three: "The Time Daredevil Saved You"

Part Four: "The Night You Almost Kissed"

Part Five: "The Wedding Day"

Part Six: "The Wedding Night"

Part Seven: "The Post-Wedding Brunch"

Part Eight: "The First Date"

Part Nine: "The Pool Game"

Part Ten: "The Growing Insecurity"

Part Eleven: "The Night Together"

Part Twelve: "The Week You Tried to Avoid Matt"

Part Thirteen: "The First Time He Walked You Home"

Part Fourteen: "The Time Matt Got Jealous"

Part Fifteen: "The Vulnerable Side of Matt"

Part Sixteen: "The Time You Saved Daredevil"

Part Seventeen: "The Revelation in the Rain"

Part Eighteen: "The Visit to Fogwell's"

Part Nineteen: "The Time You Almost Told Him"

Part Twenty: "The 'I Told You So'"

Part Twenty-One: "The Time You Did Tell Him"

Part Twenty-Two: "The Night You Couldn't Sleep"

Part Twenty-Three: "The Day of Phone Tag"

Part Twenty-Four: "The Devil and the Baker"

Part Twenty-Five: "The Leather Couch"

Part Twenty-Six: "The Big Win"

Part Twenty-Seven: "The Grocery Run"

Part Twenty-Eight: "The Early Morning Wake Up"

Part Twenty-Nine: "The Questions Over Coffee"

Part Thirty: "The Introduction at Clinton Church"

Part Thirty-One: "The Flight to Chicago"

Part Thirty-Two: "The Night He Couldn't Sleep"

Part Thirty-Three: "The Thanksgiving Dinner"

Part Thirty-Four: "The Ex Encounter"

Part Thirty-Five: "The Very Bad Day"

Part Thirty-Six: "The Cozy Night In"

Part Thirty-Seven: "The Bad Dream"

Part Thirty-Eight: "The Black Suit"

Part Thirty-Nine: "The Secret Santa"

Party Forty: "The Secrets in Your Suitcase"

Party Forty-One: "The First Half of the Trip"

Part Forty-Two: "The Argument in the Hotel Room"

Part Forty-Three: "The End of the Trip"

Part Forty-Four: "The Christmas Eve Party"

Party Forty-Five: "The Christmas Dinner"

Part Forty-Six: "The Night of Christmas"

Part Forty-Seven: "The Devil in Need"

Part Forty-Eight: "The Perfume"

Part Forty-Nine: "The Cemetery Visit"

Part Fifty: "The Interview"

Part Fifty-One: "The Devil's Wrath"

Part Fifty-Two: "The Breaking Point"

Party Fifty-Three: "The Downward Spiral"

Part Fifty-Four: "The Impossible Friendship"

Part Fifty-Five: "The Disheartening Valentine's Day"

Part Fifty-Six: "The Nightmare"

Part Fifty-Seven: "The Rough Conversation"

Part Fifty-Eight: "The Aftermath"

Part Fifty-Nine: "The Necessary Conversation"

Part Sixty: "The Long Awaited Kiss"

Part Sixty-One: "The Things You Didn't Know"

Part Sixty-Two: "The Pinky Promise"

Part Sixty-Three: "The Dinner Party"

Part Sixty-Four: "The Lesson at Fogwell's"

Part Sixty-Five: "The Shower"

Part Sixty-Six: "The Night Out"

Part Sixty-Seven: "The Morning in Bed"

Part Sixty-Eight: "The Sleepover"

Part Sixty-Nine: "The Lunch Date Delay"

Part Seventy: "The Thoughts About the Future"

Part Seventy-One: "The Sleepwalking"

Part Seventy-Two: "The Belated Valentine's"

Part Seventy-Three: "The Easter Sunday"

Part Seventy-Four: "The Boy's Night at Josie's"

Part Seventy-Five: "The Hangover"

Part Seventy-Six: "The Request"

Party Seventy-Seven: "The Very Frustrating Day"

Part Seventy-Eight: "The Night You Cooked Together"

Part Seventy-Nine: "The Hell Day"

Part Eighty: "The Revisitation of Moving In"

Part Eighty-One: "The Nighttime Visit"

Party Eighty-Two: "The Overload"

Part Eighty-Three: "The Really Bad Idea"

Part Eighty-Four: "The Late Night Snack Hunt"

Part Eighty-Five: "The Romantic Voicemails"

Part Eighty-Six: "The Moving Day"

Part Eighty-Seven: "The Week of Distractions"

Part Eighty-Eight: "The Birthday Brunch"

Part Eighty-Nine: "The Stray"

Part Ninety: "The Ring"

Part Ninety-One: "The Helping Hand"

Part Ninety-Two: "The Recurring Nightmare"

Part Ninety-Three: "The Unexpected Introduction"

Part Ninety-Four: "The Offer"

Part Ninety-Five: "The Evening of Insecurity"

Part Ninety-Six: "The Quiet Morning at Home"

Part Ninety-Seven: "The Rooftop" {Coming Soon}

[smittenbypoetry]

Poetry Game!

August 2024 Edition:

The rules are as follows: write an eleven line poem. Each respective line includes, but, unless stated, is not limited to the following in order:

A musical term

A fishing tool

A time measurement

Something pertaining to light

A question

An alloy

A mythological reference

Free line, use however you want

The word: cynosure

Any symbol of luck

Something sweet

Bonus prompt: The importance of water

Write a poem or prose piece about water. The prompt must be the title.

Have fun!

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[if-whats-new]

What's New in IF? - Weekly Zine

INTRODUCING What's New in IF?

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Want to support our endeavors?

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Being a small team of volunteers, we try to collect all pieces about IF we can find, but the all of us can't really keep track of it all. So, we're turning to you (our lovely readers) to help us to be as accurate as we can in our Issues.

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[prettypinkbubbless]

I was so excited to take this you wouldn’t even believe. Thanks for the tag!

My top result!! I’ve never watched this show but I know who this is!!

Top ten and results that I knew. :3

I’m very nerd-coded. I’d be the character that constantly goes “uhm actually 🤓☝️”

Tags: @desire-mona @wilsons-three-legged-siamese @1mlostnow @clouds-soup @oh-cramity-its-amity @soobiesworld @sweaty-toothed-mad-woman @pingunaa @sapphosdickandballs and otherwise open tags <3

It's been years since I last took this test [what fictional character are you] and the first time I took it, I got Klaus Hargreeves and that's why I even got into TUA in the first place. It would be fun to retake it, especially since it has more results now.

Don't know who this is but that's the fun part of this quiz

I checked some results from shows/movies I watch and this is what I got

Tagging (no pressure!): @lis-likes-fics @virtie333 @dumbgothbunny @marc-spectorr @soft-girl-musings @iraniq @lucywrites02 @babiiface95 @my-secret-shame @blackroseyaz @vcat55 @kermitgasm @whatthefishh @stargazingcarol @nathanbatemanfucker @inklore and anyone who sees this 💚

[forgottenfourr]

i saw you in a dream - university smau

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pairing: non idol!jeongin x gn!reader

summary: it is said that whenever you see someone in your dreams, whether you recognize them or not, it’s someone you’ve seen before in real life. most people don’t question the strangers that dance around in their minds as they’re fast asleep. normally, you wouldn’t give it a second thought either. but when the same stranger keeps appearing every night, each dream being another place you never want to leave. you can’t help but wonder who the person is and why they have suddenly planted themselves into your mind.

genre: strangers to lovers

characters: yn, all members of stray kids, beomgyu from txt, keeho from piwon, soul from piwon, & mingyu from svt

!! all individuals used in the story are characters based off of how i perceive/write them. what they say here in no way reflects who they are irl. they are simply just words on a page. !!

tw: angst, suggestive(?), a lot of swearing, jokes about death/die jokes, bullying (jokingly), brief mentions of dissociation, insomnia, anxiety, and depression

a/n: i'm not new to writing and especially writing smaus but this is the first time i have posted one on tumblr! all previous stories have been on twitter and ao3. i hope you enjoy :)

status: completed!!

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the groups: haters at heart , sane people + binnie

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index:

chapter one - shut up

chapter two - blue hair boy

chapter three - i think i know

chapter four - tomorrow at 4

chapter five - dreams✏️

2 new characters!! - character update/refresh post :)

chapter six - aftermath

chapter seven - ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

chapter eight - a break in trust

chapter nine - gone.✏️

chapter ten - selfish

chapter eleven - not off the hook✏️

chapter twelve - wtf

chapter thirteen - coincidence

chapter fourteen - impossible✏️

chapter fifteen - noted

chapter sixteen - you?

chapter seventeen - not a game

chapter eighteen - you're insane

chapter nineteen - a bad(?) idea

chapter twenty - ticking time bomb✏️ (mini chapter)

chapter twenty one - so what's the plan?✏️

chapter twenty two - and you are?✏️

chapter twenty three - ominous texter

chapter twenty four - none of your business

chapter twenty five - no big deal✏️

chapter twenty six - ♡

chapter twenty seven - two idiots

chapter twenty eight - how they see it✏️

chapter twenty nine - forgotten key

chapter thirty - always welcome✏️

chapter thirty one - what are we?

chapter thirty two - partners

chapter thirty three - be okay✏️

chapter thirty four - fuck it.

chapter thirty five - can we talk?

chapter thirty six - pink innie

chapter thirty seven - kitchen light

chapter thirty eight - you're an asshole, choi beomgyu✏️

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[frost-queen]

Humming bees (Male!Reader x Bridgertons)

Requested by: @los-angeles-71300  Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22 @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco @subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07,@melsunshine, @goldenmoonbeam, @freyathehuntress

Summary: After Hyacinth finds a portrait of a young man she does not know, she confides with her father and brother Anthony of his identity. Little does she know it is a portrait of you, the eldest Bridgerton passed away at the hands of a small bee. (Ps. Edmund is still alive here)

“One, two, three.” – Gregory called out. Hyacinth picking up the hem of her dress, making a run for it. – “four, five six.” – she heard him count while running out of the parlor. – “nine, ten, eleven.” – his words slowly fading out till she could no longer hear him count. Giggling beyond herself, she ran up the stairs. Half-way up she encounters her brother Colin, nearly running him over. – “Hyacinth!” – Colin called out, turning around to see her run up the last steps.

He held on tight to the railing. It was his life saving or he would’ve tumbled down the stairs. – “Hide and seek!” – she simply responded loudly. Colin shaking his head with a shake. Hyacinth ran down the hallway. Eloise shrieking loud when she opened her door, greeted by her hastened sister. Hyacinth came to a stop, mouth gawking in surprise. Wondering where she would hide from her brother.

Setting her mind to it, she ran to the right, opening a door. She quickly shut it. – “Hyacinth?” – Benedict said, pausing his actions. – “Can I hide here?” – she asked, looking around for a hiding place. – “What? Hide? What are you on about sister?” – Benedict set his paintbrush aside, watching her from behind his canvas. – “Yes hide brother what is there not to understand about.” – she answered, sitting on her knees, looking under his bed.

Humming curiously she got back up. She ran over to his closet, opening it firmly. – “Do you think I could fit in here?” – she questioned. Benedict rushed to her, coming to stand between her and the closet, shutting it. – “No!” – he called out. – “No?” – Hyacinth repeated innocently. – “No I can’t fit in there or no I can’t hide there?” – she proposed unsure of his intentions of his words. Benedict spread his arms. – “No as in no, you cannot hide here or anywhere in my room for the matter!” – he told her off.

Hyacinth pouted her lips pitiful. – “Why not?” – she begged to know. – “I am painting sister.” – he sighed out, gesturing at the canvas presented in the center of his room. Hyacinth barely gave the canvas her attention. – “I won’t disturb you. I promise.” – she said wobbling on her feet, hands behind her back. Benedict pinched his nose bridge. – “Hyacinth no. I can’t have you hiding in here and Gregory storming in to find you.” – he explained to her.

She crossed her arms bothered. – “Where else am I supposed to hide? Gregory can come look for me any second now.” – she cried out. Benedict pulled his shoulders up, turning her around towards the door. – “Not my problem.” – he shoved her towards the door, ushering her out of the way. He shut the door before her. Hyacinth reacting by sticking her tongue out.

Hearing Gregory downstairs, she panicked. Her time was coming to an end if she ever wished to hide. Panicking, she ran further down the hallway before Gregory would come up the stairs and see her. Huffing and puffing loud, her mind could barely think rational. A thousand terrible hiding idea’s popping in her mind. All those that would easily give her away. Groaning out of breath, she did not want to give Gregory the satisfactory of finding her in the first two minutes of the game.

She wanted to do better. Turning a corner, she came in a corridor she rarely visited. One could say almost foreign to her. Quirking her eyebrow up, she moved swiftly through it, looking in wonder around. Letting her finger trail the wallpaper. It seemed older then those downstairs. As if it hadn’t been taken care of in years. There were another set of stairs at the end of the corridor as she went up. Her curiosity taking a hold of her. Completely forgetting about the game she went up.

It went darker, the further up she went. No windows cast upon the stairs to light up her way. She came to a stop before a wooden door. The handle was old and heavy. With some effort, the door opened with a shrieking sound. She so hoped no one had heard that. She blinked rapidly to adjust to the dim lighted room she found herself in. Only the light from a small window above granting the room some light. She carefully pushed the door closer to the lock, yet not quite in it.

Venturing further into the room, she peered around trying to get glimpses of what was stored here. She gasped running over to a wooden crib. It started rocking creakingly under her grip. Lifting her fingers up, she rubbed them together feeling the dust on them. It had been a while since the crib was used. She measured the size between her two fingers, trying to visualize how small she would’ve been to fit in. That seemed like an eternity ago when she could fit in that crib.

Giggling loud she imagined what it would look like if she laid in it now. Her legs and arms sticking out. It was just too funny to think about. She moved around the crib further down the room. She lowered herself, hands pressed onto a table, watching a dusted vase. It was see-through, yet not. Being so close to the dust, made her cough loud. Straightening her posture she kept coughing. Slowly turning around, the back of her hand against her mouth.

She stopped coughing, hand lowering as her gaze fell upon a hidden portrait it appeared. Hyacinth went over to it. The closer she got, the more she furrowed her brows. Perhaps it was a portrait of her father in his early days? She took a hold of the frame, moving something in front of it forwards so the portrait wouldn’t be damaged when she pulled it up. Slowly the portrait got pulled up, her eyes widening in wonder. She took the portrait with both hands, moving it closer towards the light falling into the room.

She smiled as the person looked so much like her father. Yet if she squeezed her eyes a bit shut, she could faintly see features of Anthony. This was clearly not her father. Yet he resembled him much. Who could this young man be and why is his portrait hidden away? Hyacinth wanted to know more, taking the portrait with her. She went back to the door, going through it. Down the steps back into the corridor. When passing her siblings rooms she got spotted. Gregory pointing firmly at her from across the way. – “Found you!” – he called out loud.

Hyacinth spoke back, coming nearer. – “Yes you found me, good work of you brother.” – she walked past him. Gregory crossed his arms bothered. – “You are no fun like this! Did you even hide?” – he called out to her. – “I did then I chose to come out of hiding.” – she shouted making her way down the stairs. Gregory stomped with his foot on the ground, annoyed at his little sister. Why couldn’t she simply play the game rightly. Close to crying, his lip trembled as he rushed to his room.

She went down the stairs, straight on to the study of her father. Edmund and Anthony lifted their heads up when she barged in. – “Hyacinth?” – Edmund spoke. – “Sister?” – Anthony said at the same time. Hyacinth struggled a bit to keep the portrait up. Her father jumping up from his chair to assist her. He ran around the desk, holding the portrait up before it could hit the ground.

“Whatever for are you carrying this?” – he chuckled, turning the portrait slowly around to see what she was carrying. – “I…” – his smile dropped in an instant. Sorrow reflecting upon his features. – “What is it father?” – Anthony asked coming nearer. – “Who is he?” – Hyacinth asked curiously. Her father seemed to have turned to stone. Not responding one bit. Anthony came to his side, eyes widening at the portrait of you. – “Where did you find this!” – he called out, snatching the portrait from his father.

The tone in Anthony’s voice terrified her for a moment. Thinking she had done something wrong. – “The… the attic… I…I…” – she looked at her father seeing the tears swell up in his eyes. She dropped to her knees, begging for forgiveness. – “I was playing hide and seek with Gregory; I did not mean to find it. Father forgive me.” – she cried out.

Edmund blinked himself awake, rapidly to keep the tears at bay. He softened a smile up for her. – “It is alright my child.” – he spoke, pulling her back on her feet. Hyacinth sniffed loud with pouty lips. Anthony set the portrait down on the desk, brushing any dust off with care.

A faint smile upon his lips. Edmund motioned for her to follow him. He went to sit down, pulling Hyacinth on his lap. – “That… that is a portrait of your brother Y/n.” – he told her, pointing at it. – “Brother?” – Hyacinth repeated confused. – “Is… is he away?” – she wondered since she’s never met him. – “No…” – Edmund replied with sadness in his voice.

“He’s gone.” – Anthony answered letting his finger brush over your uniform on the portrait as it removing any folds from it in person. – “What do you mean he’s gone?” – she wanted to know. Edmund took a deep breath. – “Hyacinth…” – he said to her making her slowly realize. – “Oh…” – she quietly answered. A moment of silence fell upon them till she spoke. – “How… how did it happen? How come I don’t remember him?” – she asked curiously.

Edmund smiled faintly. – “You were still in your mother’s womb. Slowly growing.” – he tickled her briefly making her smile. – “Your brother Y/n, Anthony and I had gone hunting.” – he started his story. Anthony turning around to lean against the desk. Anthony immediately pulled back to the moment. It was a nice warm summer’s day. There were up and about from early starters.

Long awake before anyone else was. Anthony felt beyond honored to go hunting with his father and older brother. He so very much looked up to you. Aspired to be just as gentile and determined as you. You could do no wrong in his eyes. He’d nearly hit a deer, yet the hunt was unsuccessful. Upon the walk home, you were there to give him the word of advise he needed.

“Say brother, no need to be pitiful.” – you spoke, moving an arm around him. Father just up ahead. Anthony took a deep breath. – “I almost had it. If my hand just didn’t tremble that much.” – he cursed at his own hand, looking down at it. You clasped your hand around his, moving it out of his sight. – “Your hand will steady, do not worry about that my brother.” – you told him. Anthony sighed. – “It is just…” – he responded coming to a brief stop. His shoulder slouched forwards, making you notice it quite quick.

You smiled, needing no more words to understand. Taking a deep breath, you set your hands on his shoulders. – “You did alright brother. There is no need to pity yourself with doubts. Believe it or not, I was much worse on my first hunt.” – you said with a smile. – “I don’t believe you.” – Anthony answered. – “Yet it is true.” – you insisted on. – “I had the unfortunate matter of nearly shooting my own hand off.” – you showed him your hand, laughing loud. Anthony wouldn’t have it, shaking his head.

“No, a skilled shooter as you, I do not believe you. You are taunting me brother.” – he spoke, pulling your hand down. You laughed even more. – “It is true.” – you showed him your hand, pointing at a little scar by your wrist. – “I’ve got the scar to tell the tale.” – Anthony’s eyes widened. How was it he’d never noticed that scar. Yes it was small and faint, yet it was there. You stopped smiling, hearing your father whistle loud between his teeth.

“Boys keep up or your mother will scold me!” – he called out from further up the path. The both of you ran to catch up with him. Both joining him at once side. Edmund patted you on the back with a smile. Riffle in hand, you took a satisfying breath upon seeing the manor once more. How good it felt to be home. Edmund and Anthony were laughing as you were a step behind them. – “Oh, she would adore those!” – Edmund pointed out, looking at the flowers.

He rushed over to them, Anthony following him on foot. Edmund took off his satchel and placed his riffle down. Coming to kneel before the flower patches. Hands deep, he ruffled through the flowers. The soft humming of bees never catching his attention. He plucked a few Hyacinths when Anthony came kneeling close to him. Admiring another set of flowers. – “Are you going to woe mother with some flowers?” – you laughed teasingly coming to stand behind your father and brother.

“Yes.” – Edmund huffed out, plucking another Hyacinth. He smelled it briefly. – “They are quite lovely are they not?” – he said out loud. A bee buzzing near him. – “Yes, indeed they are father.” – Anthony responded, looking over at his father. – “Daphne will be jealous if we return with nothing for her.” – he added, plucking a few flowers. Edmund moved his head back, noticing the bee in his vision. Furrowing his brows with annoyance he whiffed it away with the back of his hand. – “This bloody…” – he said getting up and backing away.

You came nearer wanting to aid your father. Edmund ducked away from the bee as he had kept waving his hand around to shoo it off. – “Father do not anger…” – you warned him, words suddenly cut off by a sting of pain. – “Au.” – you softly said, having felt the stinger in your neck. Anthony chuckled, looking behind him. – “Y/n.” – he said. You moved your back towards him and your father, walking closer to the estate. – “The darn thing stung me.” – you pointed out, touching your neck briefly. – “Apologies Y/n. I didn’t mean to anger the creature.” – Edmund said with half a smile.

Anthony was still plucking flowers, furrowing his brows when he heard you grasp weirdly for air. – “Y/n?” – he said. You felt your neck swell up, face turning pale. Turning around your lips were almost sealed. Looking as pale as a dove as you stumbled a bit forwards. You revealed a bit of your red neck to your brother and father. You stretched your hand out, wheezing loudly. – “What is it?” – Anthony questioned, getting up. You stumbled into your father’s arms, sending him down with you.

Grasping for air, blood veins almost popping out on your head. – “What? What?” – Anthony called out coming over. You sputtered loud, moving your fingers over the sting wound. – “Someone help us!” – Edmund shouted loudly. – “Help us!” – the panic alarming in his voice as he held you. You lost your balance falling onto your back in the grass. Edmund looked frantically down, pulling you onto his lap. Mouth open you were grasping for air. Choking on dry air. – “Help us! Someone help!” – Anthony raged out in panic.

Your head shock back, grabbing your hand desperately at Anthony’s arm. Needing your brother’s comfort. The scaredness in your eyes broke Anthony’s heart as you kept desperately grabbing for him. It took him a few try’s to take your hand in his. – “Y/n, brother!” – he called out worriedly. – “Y/n… Y/n you must breath.” – Edmund called out, holding you. – “I…I…can’t…” – you answered hoarsely, feeling how much closer to death you were. Anthony was panicking, freaking out as he couldn’t think properly.

He held your hand tight, watching you with horror. Your movements slowed down as you turned to look at him, choking on the lack of air. – “Brother.” – you hoarsely said in deep panic. Wanting Anthony to take away the pain. To tell you all will be alright as you felt your end draw nearer.  Anthony stared back at you with wide eyes in fear. Slowly you laid your head back, reaching up to touch your father’s cheek.

Your fingers barely touched his skin as your hand lowered slowly once more. – “No-no-no-no.” – Edmund whispered out seeing how the light in your eyes was fading out. – “No-no-no-no-n-n-no don’t do this.” – he told you, shaking his head. Your hand plopped to the side, eyes falling shut as your head felt weightless. – “No Y/n!” – Edmund cried out. – “Do not leave us!” – he shouted with a crack in his voice. Anthony’s eyes were wide with fear.

Slowly it was sinking in that he had lost his brother. He looked down at your lifeless hand in his. Seeing how his touch gave your hand no response. Edmund moved your head a bit up, letting his chin rest against your forehead. Mouth open as no cries came out. Silent as they were cramped in his throat. Then a loud sob emerged from deep within followed by a cry of agony.

Anthony’s head trembled, moving your hand towards his chest. Cherishing it near his heart. Edmund was crying loudly, rocking you gently in his embrace. – “My son…my boy.” – he cried out, releasing a cry so raw it scraped his throat. The sounds drew in some curious watchers. Tears rolled down Anthony’s cheek, seeing his brother, the one he looked up to lay still in his father’s embrace.

Edmund looked over his shoulder, sniffing loudly. – “They cannot see him… not like this.” – he told Anthony, seeing Violet among them. – “Anthony!” – he called out for his attention. Anthony looked sharply his direction, trembling to the bone. – “Go!” – he ordered. Anthony nodded shakily, laying your hand near your body. He hesitantly got up, barely able to keep up straight. He stumbled over to his mother telling her the children should head inside.

Anthony sniffed loud, wiping a tear off his cheek. – “If I had not decided to pick flowers for your mother.” – Edmund spoke feeling a lump in his throat. – “If I had not angered the bee, your brother might still be here.” – he continued, looking at Hyacinth who had tears in her eyes as well. Anthony gripped on tight to the desk.

Remembering what that day brought upon him. With the loss of you, it meant he was the next heir in line. Making it his sworn duty to fulfill your tasks as the eldest brother now. Making sure the family was well taken care off with father. – “I wish I knew him.” – Hyacinth spoke. Edmund smiled faintly. – “You would’ve loved him… he would’ve loved you…” – he answered pinching her cheek.

Anthony moved his hand to his heart, looking up to the ceiling with a saddened smile. Closing his eyes gently to picture you in front of him. Allow himself to feel what it felt like to have those glorious days with you as second. If only he could’ve held on to you longer. Taking a deep breath, he lowered his head, turning to look at your portrait. – “If only you could taunt me one more time brother.” – he whispered touching your portrait.

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[writtenjewels]

Voice part 3

Part One, Part Two

Salim fidgeted with the collar of his shirt, staring out over the crowd. After a lot of searching around, he found that there was going to be a singles' mixer that Saturday. As he understood it, bars and clubs were a more popular choice for meeting people, but he wasn't sure he was ready for something like that. He thought this mixer would be more his speed.

He was greeted and handed a name-tag before he was set loose to get a drink. They would have five minutes to mingle before the first activity. Salim went over to the refreshments table in search of something non-alcoholic. All the other attendants looked his age, with the youngest probably in their mid-thirties. He suspected anyone younger would have chosen a bar or club.

“First time?” He looked over to see a woman hovering nearby. She had her dark hair pinned back with glittering clips and was wearing a nice, sleek dress that showed off her legs. According to her tag, her name was Quinn. “It's like high school, isn't it?” she went on with a sympathetic smile.

“I wouldn't know,” Salim responded. “I didn't go to school in the States.”

“Then I'm safe from you making jokes about my name.” Salim raised a questioning eyebrow. “Doctor Quinn, Medicine Woman,” she explained. “I've heard it my whole life, and it drives me crazy.”

“I see.” Salim didn't understand the joke. It must be an American thing. “Have you been to one of these before?”

“A few. They can be fun.”

“In that case, will you be my guide? It's been a while for me.”

“Of course,” she agreed with a smile.

Quinn was kind enough to bring him over to a group. They were all friendly, and Salim tried contributing to the conversation when he could. The activities started with a game of Pictionary. It helped break the ice and made Salim feel a little more at ease. After that, they were set on a short scavenger hunt for things around the room. The organizers put everyone on different teams so they could all get to know each other. By the time the speed dating took place, Salim had at least seen everyone's face.

“Hi, I'm Leon,” his first date introduced. He was about Salim's age with auburn hair and stubble on his jaw. The man was handsome; Salim felt a stir of interest looking at him.

"Salim,” Salim returned. The other responded with a smile. Remember: try for a joke. “Why are bakers so rich? Because they have all the dough.” Leon's eyebrows went up. When he smiled, it was a little uncertain.

“You're a dad, aren't you?" he asked. Salim frowned, nodding in answer. “Your kid must love these jokes.”

“He does,” Salim confirmed. He couldn't tell if this was going well, so he moved on to the next piece of advice. “The unshaven look suits you,” he said.

“Thank you.” Leon's eyes swept over Salim. Salim waited, heart racing. Before he got a returned compliment, they called for time. “What's your number?” Leon asked him.

Salim returned home with several phone numbers tucked into his jeans pocket. All of them were from men. The women at the mixer offered, but Salim politely declined. He always knew he was attracted to other men. Now he was finally going to explore it. He went into his room and automatically turned on his meditation tape.

“You're home early,” the voice observed.

“It's nearly eleven,” Salim protested.

“That's early, darlin'.” The teasing tone in the voice made Salim smile. “How was your evening?”

“It was good. I met some people.” Salim took the phone numbers out of his pocket and placed them on his nightstand.

“I ain't surprised,” the voice drawled. “You could meet people anywhere, even a fuckin' hole in the ground.”

“That would put a new spin on the 'did it hurt when you fell from Heaven' line that seems to be so popular,” Salim remarked. He heard a strange noise from the tape that sounded almost like a snort of laughter. “At least someone appreciates my jokes,” Salim sighed.

“Maybe you just need to find people with a better sense of humor,” the voice replied. Salim just smiled and started taking off his shoes. “So tell me about 'em,” the voice urged him. “Who'd you like?”

“Leon, Shane, Ethan, Mark, and Vincent.” He read off the names on the napkins. “They liked me, anyway, and I'm willing to see where it goes.” Salim put his shoes away and worked on unbuttoning his shirt. There was silence from the tape. Salim paused with his shirt half-open to look over at the player.

“That's great,” the voice said at last. There was something strange in the voice's tone Salim couldn't place. “I'm glad,” the voice continued. “I'm real happy for you.”

“Really?” Just like last time, the voice had repeated itself.

“Yeah. Of course.” The tone shifted again into something almost aggressive. “Now, did you want a massage or not?”

“Give me a moment.” Salim finished working off his shirt and stretched out on the bed. He felt restless and uneasy. Why was the voice lying to him? After another short silence, the voice began its massage description.

For the first time, Salim was not soothed by it. The voice was lying to him and seemed upset at the idea of Salim dating. Why?

[formosusiniquis]

🪱 Wiggle Wednesday🪱

Thank you @paperbackribs who tagged me last week, I saw it while I was in class and immediately forgot until I saw people posting their things today. But I'm always excited to share my current brainworms

This is a scene from a fic that I pick at every now and then, so it's basically always on the brain. It started as something about Lucas and Steve and trying to explain away the slight anachronism of Steve (popular and rich) being in Nikes before Jordan made them cool (thank you Air) and it has turned into something much more about Lucas and also his Mom relating through a shared love of basketball and Steve is also there.

It’s a Friday night after the end of the world, and strangely Lucas is at a basketball game.

Or maybe it’s only strange because it’s so normal.

A Friday night in a small town and there isn’t much to do except support the home team. Only Mom won’t watch football, she calls it barbaric, so she reserves all her team spirit for November when basketball season starts. Lucas’ skin itches a little under the Hawkins Tigers shirt he’s wearing, as he’s pretending to be normal when a couple weeks ago he learned monsters were real. What can he do though? Mrs. Byers has Will on house arrest, Mike is still mourning Eleven, and Dustin hasn’t been allowed out since Will’s Lazarus act.

Maybe he’s being too sensitive. Steve is here, who Lucas mostly knows from Mike complaining about being Nancy’s stupid boyfriend. Steve is playing like everything is fine, even though Lucas knows Steve knows. He heard whispering about it with Nancy when he went to the bathroom the last time he was at Mike’s. But Steve is smiling as he paces down the court. Miles better than the other players around him, when Steve has the ball Lucas feels like he does when he’s watching a real basketball game on the couch with his Mom.

If Steve can act like things are normal. If he can sink three pointer after rebound after assist, maybe it’s okay that Lucas is wearing his Tiger green. He floats down the court and everyone cheers. But no one cheers right. When #21 Hagan gets a rebound off of Seymour’s best player, a girl’s voice screams so loud it makes his throat hurt. No one cheers that way for Steve. It’s just excitement for the game, not for him and the way he is playing.

When the game ends, Hawkins 73: Seymour 42, and the crowd storms the court Lucas stands by his Mom in the bleachers. She hates feeling the push of the crowd against her and as he gets older, and people’s hands get rougher, he’s starting to understand. He’s too old to be caught standing by his Mom though. After everything, he knows better than to move too far away from her; going to the game with your Mom is one thing, being the kid getting called out over the intercom because she can’t find you would be life ruining.

Lucas watches the thinning crowd while he waits. Parents and girlfriends crowding their sweaty players. He doesn’t want to get caught looking at any of those boys for too long now that they aren’t playing. He isn’t sure why. So he keeps looking for something familiar.

Steve is standing beside a short, dark haired man who’s got what his father calls a beer gut. He doesn’t look anything like Steve, but he’s also the only adult anywhere near him. He’s the only person at all that’s really near Steve. They’re talking excitedly about something. He claps Steve on the back and whatever he says next has Steve looking down toward the floor.

“Is that Steve’s dad?” he asks his mom before thinking about why that might be a weird question to ask her.

“Who?” The way she says it makes him sure she hadn’t actually heard the question. She’d caught a name, when he interrupted her conversation with the lady next to them, but not enough to answer. It’s a free chance to drop the issue. To say sorry, never mind, and go back to watching people move on the floor below them.

“That guy,” she slaps his hand down as he goes to point. “The guy next to Steve, number 8, is that his dad?”

“How do you know him?” The question, instead of an answer, startles him enough that he looks at her instead of Steve. Stern, he knows he doesn’t want to lie to her, but he also isn’t sure how to say that this random high school boy saved two of his best friends’ older siblings' lives.

“He’s Nancy’s boyfriend. Mike talks about him.”

If he’d just waited. He would have gotten his question answered without asking Mom. They both watch as that man says one more thing to Steve, shakes his hand, and walks out of the gym. “I don’t see Nancy here.” Because they both know he doesn’t really need his other question answered anymore.

“I don’t think she really likes sports.”

Mom sucks her teeth, a judgmental tchk that has heat climbing the back of his neck when it's not even for him. "Well that's a shame, he's a good player." There's finally enough space on the floor that they could leave. He wants, desperately, for them to just go cause something about this conversation is making him feel guilty again. "Do you want to to say hi?"

There's nothing he wants less than that. Lucas thinks if he has to go up to this guy, who went toe to toe with a monster, while his mom trails behind he'll die. Lucas thinks if he says hi to a guy who has only seen him maybe twice in the context of Mike Wheeler's house, and has to sit there while Steve blankly accepts his congrats he'll melt into the floor.

"Can we just go home? I still have homework."

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[aerodaltonimperial]

Maybe darby and jack getting stuck in an elevator game type situation?

"Let's play another game."

"I'm not playing fucking 'I Spy' again, the last time you made me guess through every fucking button on the—"

"I said another game, Jack. No wonder you sucked so bad at that one."

"... ugh, fine. Whatever. What game."

"Twenty questions. Someone in the company. You can pick first."

"Ugh. Alright."

"Man, woman, or neither?"

"Man."

"Tony Khan."

".... what the fuck?"

"You're so predictable, Jack. My turn. I'm ready."

"I'm gonna fucking murder you when the fire crew gets those damn doors open, you know that, right?"

"I'm gonna count that as your first question. And yes."

"Darby."

"Nineteen left."

"Oh my god. Man, woman, or other?"

"Man. Eighteen left."

"Fuck. Uh... does this person have executive rights in the company?"

"No. Seventeen."

"Jesus. Uh... okay, is this person currently in a stable?"

".... hm. No. Gonna go with no. Sixteen."

"What does that mean, how do you not know?"

"That's another question, by the way. Fifteen left."

"Fuck off, Darby, c'mon."

"Fifteen left. Better make 'em good."

"You counted the last one and didn't answer, you fucking cheat."

"I don't know, because things are unclear. That's the answer."

"That’s... ugh. Does the person actively wrestle?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Is... is this person over the age of 30?"

"No. Thirteen left."

"Do you like this person?"

"Yes."

"Okay, so not Nick. Helpful. Uh... did this person just win the tag belts?"

"No. Eleven left. And you're a dumbass, that means they're in a stable."

"A tag team isn't a stable!"

"Yes, it is!"

"No, it isn't! A tag team is two people, a stable is more than two."

"That’s... no. That's not correct."

"Yes, it is. Those are two distinctly separate things. You can be in both, but they're different."

"You're fucking full of shit—"

"Darby, the Bucks were a tag team. And they were also in the Elite. Two different things."

"...fuck. Fine. I'll give you that. No, did not just win the tag belts."

"Jackass. Uh... okay. Do... do they actually get booked on Dynamite?"

"Ouch. Yes. Ten left."

"Is... Moxley currently trying to kill them?"

"... no. Nine left."

"C'mon, there aren't even that many people who fit this description. You like them? That's like two people max. Are you talking about Sting, because he doesn't count anymore."

"No, I'm not. Eight left."

"Darby!"

"You suck at this game, Jack. Keep going or give up. And if you give up, by the way, I'm not gonna tell you who it was."

"Fuck you. Not a question, don't even think about it. Fine. Uh... shit. No one qualifies here. Does... uh, does this person hold a belt?"

"... yes. Seven left."

"But... there's no one who matches this! You said they didn't just win the tag belts, so... I mean, is it Pac? But he's sort of in the Deathriders, so—"

"It's not Pac. I hate Pac. Six left."

"What the fuck. I don't... there's no other belts. Takeshita is clearly in a stable, and so is Mox, and so the only other..."

"... I don't hear a question."

"Did... did you pick me?"

"Yes. And look at that: you still had five questions left."

"No, you... you said you like the person. You said that."

"I didn't lie."

"What? Darby, we tried to murder each other! You can't just—"

"I didn't fucking lie, Jack. You were the one who put the emphasis on the word."

"The emphasis on... on what word, the word like?"

"Seems like what I'm talking about, doesn't it?"

"As in... hold on, as in you like me like me?"

"Hm."

"... Darby."

"Hey. Fire crew is here, I can hear them on the other side."

"No. No, you can't... you have to explain this."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do! You can't just drop that bomb and fucking run, that's not... Darby, what the fuck?"

"What? Yeah, we're stuck in here. The doors half open should be fine, we can slip out."

"No, no, no, listen; stop. We need five more minutes!"

"Why are you telling them to stop, it's been over an hour."

"Five minutes! Darby. What the fuck?"

"I think you're out of questions now, Jack."

"All I have are questions now. Holy shit. When were you—?"

"When was I, what, gonna tell you? Ideally never, but guess I'm an idiot when trapped in elevators."

"... what do you mean never, why would—"

"Yeah, just a little bit wider would be perfect. We can shimmy right out."

"We cannot shimmy out. Darby! You are not running after this."

"Oh, I'm very fast; watch me."

"Fuck off, no. No. I'm not letting you just walk away from this like you didn't detonate everything. Fuck you. We are going to talk about this."

"I can't think of anything I want to do less than get yelled at by—"

"We are going to talk about this without clothes on. Pretend you guys didn't just hear that, thanks."

"... Jack."

"Get your dumbass shimmied out those doors before I tear that fucking pink coat off of you, so help me."

"Oh, I'll help you, alright."

"Go!"

"You're so bossy. It's fucking hot as shit."

"Darby!"

"Going, going, jeez."

[saursoob]

traitor- ELEVEN: the ferris wheel

synopsis: you and yeonjun were best friends for most of your life’s but he’d recently gotten into a toxic relationship with someone you’ve never liked, he knew that and still decided to be with her. though you’d never thought he’d go to the extent of cutting you off because of her. much less expect that years later he’d make his way back into your life.

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“what do you mean of course you did? it took you 5 tries” you say laughing, covering your mouth. “okay to be fair, the games here are rigged!” he smiles at your laughing face, taking into account jakes words. “do it already” but when is the perfect time to do so?

“okay so wanna go on the ferris wheel next?” you asked but jay paid no heed, too busy in his own thoughts and mindlessly responded, “yeah of course, lets go”

walking together side by side, jay cant help but eye your hand contemplating if he should hold it or not. wondering whether or not acting upon it would be too much since after all in your eyes you’re just friends.

-

after patiently waiting in line jay hands the tickets to go on the wheel giving you a light smile, “lets go” candidly, jay was a bit nervous to get on. he didn’t especially have a fear towards heights it was more of a fear of the ride suddenly stopping at the top. i guess it was perceptible on his face as the ride began since you suddenly asked, “are you okay jay?” he inclined his head, “yeah im fine” for a short time you looked at him with a worrisome expression before reaching your hand out to rest on top of his. “it’s fine if you don’t want to tell me.”

why do you act like this? you make his heart race but your face telling him that it wasn’t a big deal, that he shouldn’t think to much of this, that this is a normal thing for friends.

looking at your hands together he thinks, but isn’t this was he wanted all along?

the rest of the ride was awkward, he couldn’t get out of this thoughts. did you even like him back? what would be the point of sacrificing your friendship? just so he could get relief from his built up feelings?

this continued for the rest of the night, he tried to push it away but it was clear the mood had shifted.

in the end he just couldn’t do it, he was so determined to confess but realized if the possibility of loosing you was in the question then he can deal with his feelings on his own.

A/N: AHH IM SO SORRY FOR THIS GUYS but this is a yeonjun smau 😔😔💔 sorry if there’s any grammar mistakes im literally so sleepy making this 😭

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[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

Prologue

Pairings: Danny Wagner X Sam Kiszka (eventually) ***slash

Warnings and tags: For this part none, but this story as per my usual content is 18+ only, no minors need been reading. Overall themes will be heavy rivalry, bit of enemies to lovers, probably some smut at the end, college AU, tennis team AU, I’ll update warnings with each part

Word count: ~700

“Here are the locker rooms. I think there’s still one open locker on the top row, you can have it since you’re tall. We can make a label with your name for it, but I’d invest in a lock too. Even though most of the guys here are cool I wouldn’t risk it you know”.

Danny nodded his head in understanding as he continued to follow the club president around. Although this was already his second week at the new university, he had missed the last practice for some other enrollment activities, so he’d made it a point to arrive early today and was greeted warmly with a quick tour before the others started to arrive.

“I noticed there’s only a few courts out there. How many players do we have on the team?” Danny questioned, making sure to stay involved in the tour so that he came off as genuinely interested.

The club president, Adam as he had introduced himself to Danny earlier, ushered him along to the opposite wall of the locker room which contained a large cork board full of fliers and notices. “The team has three groups. Junior varsity, they practice on Tuesdays” he pointed at one of the papers with a list of names on it.

“Varsity is larger, so it’s split into two. We practice on Wednesday and Thursday, team A and team B respectively, and on Fridays coach trains one on one”. His finger shifted to the next paper which contained two columns. All of the names were written in pencil, and Danny could tell a few of them towards the bottom had been erased and rewritten a few times.

“Is there a system to who ends up with which group, or is it just random?” Danny looked over the list, finding his name freshly written in on the paper under the column which read Team B.

Adam chuckled, like he was in on some joke Danny was currently unaware of. “Yeah, there is. We call these the ladder. You’re at the bottom now because you’re new. To climb the ladder you have to challenge the other players to matches. So if you want to move up a rank,” he glanced at the page quickly, noticing the name written just above Danny’s, “you have to play a challenge match against Zach. If you win, you take Zach’s place and if you lose then you both stay where you’re at. Once you’ve climbed the ladder on Team B then you can start practicing with Team A”.

Danny examined the page once more, counting all the names that were listed before his. Eleven. “Do you have to go in order? Or can I just challenge whoever I want and take their spot?”

“You climb a ladder one step at a time buddy” Adam laughed harder, clapping Danny on the shoulder like he was wishing him all the best of luck. “Oh, and to make it official there has to be a witness to your challenge match. If you don’t get one then it doesn’t count. I can help you out with the first few matches since I’m not busy right now, but soon you’ll need to start making some acquaintances on the team”.

“How early are you available?” Danny continued to ask questions, already clearing his own schedule in his mind. “Can we set something up for this weekend? Say Saturday afternoon?”

“Sure, I’ll let Zach know, make sure he’s game” Adam replied, crossing his arms over his chest with a smile. He was impressed by Danny’s up and get ‘em attitude, already able to tell it was going to be a real pleasure to have him on the team.

“Zach and Dylan” Danny added the guy on the ladder above Zach as well. “I’ll play them both”.

“Two challenge matches in one day? You sure you’re up for that?”

“Have to be” Danny assured him, “if I’m going to be at that number 1 spot by the end of the month”.

He looked at the ladder for Team A one last time before getting ready for practice, familiarizing himself with his goal, the name at the very top of the list clear as day like it had been written there once and never moved.

Sam Kiszka.

A/N: as always if you would like to be tagged let me know! ☺️

[maochira]

Tha k you for liking my idea and writing isagi sibling 💙 i like it so nuch and I have more for isagi sibling 🥺 the same little one attending an official game but their mommy dresses them on isagi *own* jersey 🥺 so its a bit oversized and it looks like a midi dress 🥺 when isagi won, his sibling run towards him to congrats him but it was the first time ever done on public + they fell halfway and cried 🤦‍♀️🤧😂 so all the attention/cameras went from isagi and his teammates to this tiny cute pumpkin human 😂🥺💙 for 5 minutes no body cared about that cool goal but they are so in love with this sweatheart 💙🤧🖤.

PLEASEE I LOVE BIG BRO ISAGI........ AJKFSDZKHGSDGHADGHDGGHSADFJASs

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Tags/notes: gn!younger sibling!reader, fluff, this is a few years after Blue Lock, Isagi is a pro player now, reader is 5 years old

-it's Isagi's first big game as a pro player, and while he's very confident in himself, he's a tiny bit nervous

-but then he sees you and your parents sitting in the first row. And he realizes you're wearing one of his old jerseys (probably the Blue Lock Eleven one) and just seeing you and your parents there makes even the tiny bit of nervosity disappear!!

-Isagi manages to score one goal during the match. He also looked over at you a lot during the match (but didn't let that distract him from playing, it encouraged him to push himself even more)

-when the match ends, you see him and his teammates celebrate. You really want to join, so you somehow manage to climb over the fence and run on the field

-you did that so fast, your parents didn't get the chance to catch you

-your big brother sees you running towards him so he opens his arms and picks you up. He also spins you around!! But he's already exhausted from playing, so he falls to the ground, but still keeps you in his arms

-for a bit, everyone seems to forget that Isagi's team just won because they're so focused on the cute sight of you and your big brother

-eventually, Isagi has to go to the locker room so he returns you to your parents

-later, Isagi has some interviews and most of the questions he gets are about you. But he tries to not give any personal information away, so he just calls you by a cute nickname and talks about how you've always been his number one fan and supporter!!!