#fight flight or pay up idiot

[crustycantankerousgrownup]

<inhale>

<long, controlled, extremely audible exhale>

...

I am literally begging someone-- ANYONE, ANYWHERE--

DO YOUR FUCKING JOB TO AT LEAST THE BAREST MINIMUM PLEASE!!!

I just went to sign up for student health insurance, because I live in a capitalist hellscape, and there was the option to pay in installments or pay all at once, and on each of those pages there were two options.

On the pay-all-at-once page there was "Medical" and "Medical+Dental". Great. Good. Clear. Concise. Par for the course.

However, I was not going to pay-all-at-once, I was going to pay in installments, and on that page there was;

Medical... | $700 Medical... | $750

The end of the name of the plan was cut off. I had to make a college-educated guess as to which one included dental coverage.

I ended up being correct but if I ever find the motherfucker responsible for this, I will absolutely hex their comprehension of all things to end just 2 words before the end of a given thought or sentence.

Enjoy your manufactured neuroses, idiot.

[chubbydino]

since i probably won't finish it...

Max pulled at the clasp of his TAG Heuer Monaco with a lump in his throat. He felt sick. Everyone in the paddock assume it was the Singapore heat, and Max let them think it as he mopped more sweat from his brow. He certainly wasn’t built for humidity. His eyes burned and itched, but not from the stagnant air or sweat dripping into his eyes.

He’d only seen flashes of Daniel since the checkered flag, and each one made Max feel worse than the last. First, the glimpse of him bent over in the cockpit, taking in the moment like it would be his last in a way that made Max’s heart crush itself. Then the brief look to the screens during interview, where he’d seen Daniel’s tears and the fake smile he knew almost as well as his own.

Racing was as exhilarating as it was cruel. Max’s father taught him early. Doom was always licking at his heels, ready to swallow him when he stumbled. Max feared that Daniel was already lost to the shadowy depths, and he’d been too busy fighting for second fucking place to see it. 

“Max?” his press officer called through the door to his driver room. 

“Yes, you can come in,” Max replied, still fussing with the clasp on his watch. He was two holes past the biggest notch—the one from his eighteen year-old wrist. 

Now, he had a girlfriend. One who knew who he really was and let him be it as long as he didn’t make it public. Max had no intention of ever doing that, because he wasn’t fucking gay. He wasn’t. He was just whatever it meant to be in love with someone who happened to be a man. He didn’t like men—only one. He only loved one.

“Daniel left already,” Max’s press officer said, still out of breath from her jog across hospitality.

Max blinked. “What?”

“He changed and left.”

Max’s stomach dropped through the floor. 

He thought of Niki Lauda, of all people. His dad didn’t like Niki. His dad said Niki bet on the wrong horse, that he was an idiot everyone called a genius because he had a stick so far up his ass it talked for him sometimes. Max only spoke to Niki a few times, but one time stood out. One moment, really.

This is the strange thing, Niki said. You send your life so focused on the seconds, then you say goodbye to a friend and never see them again. It will happen when you don’t expect it—just like everything else in this business.

Max cleared his throat. “Did they say where he was going?”

“The airport. He took his rental to turn it in.”

Max tugged the clasp in place. “Really? Who is he flying with? What charter?”

His press officer frowned. Her hair had curled in the humidity. He’d never say anything, but it didn’t look very good.

“Daniel booked a commercial flight,” she said softly. “He, um. He wanted the first plane out.”

Max’s insides twisted up on themselves. He scrambled for his backpack and slung it on. “Thanks for the info. I’m heading out too. Please have travel prep my jet—now.”

A year ago, Christian wouldn’t have allowed this. He’d force Red Bull to pay for a charter before he ever let Daniel fly with normal people. Even in first class, people loved to bother them. Everyone wanted signatures, pictures—they didn’t give a shit how you were feeling or what kind of day you had. 

He called Daniel as he ran for the car park. The phone rang but Daniel didn’t pick up, which meant he was still on land, at least.

Take my plane, he texted. Fuck first class.

The text thread was a barrage of blue. Max hadn’t realized how unresponsive Daniel had become since Friday, but he saw it now.

[sunny44]

Unexpected Revelations and Intimate Confessions

(Ruin it pt. 3)

Pairing: Max Verstappen x journalist!reader

Warnings: mentions of sex.

Summary: You and max were always teasing each other and over the years it turned into a huge sexual tension, until the fights of all the years and the accumulated lust turned into one long night of great sex.

Previous chapter | Next Chapter

We were in Mykonos in Greece for our vacations, arriving at the hotel we took our things and went to the reception to check in.

"Here are the keys for the two rooms." The woman hands them over.

"Excuse me, two rooms?"

"Well it's the one I have registered in Pierre Gasly's name."

"Damn I forgot to ask for another room, I was going to share with Charles and you were going to be alone but I forgot to ask for another when Max said he was coming."

"Are the two rooms with king size beds?" Charles asked.

"No, ours is with two single beds and hers is with the king size one."

"Well we're in a room so we can still share."

"So you two share a room." Pierre says. "Especially since it won't be the first time you share a bed then."

"What do you mean?" Charles asks.

"Pierre."

"So what's going on and why am I the only one who apparently doesn't know?"

"We had sex." Max says and I slap his arm.

"Max."

"What?"

"You weren't supposed to tell."

"And why not? Pierre apparently already knew."

"Never mind." I left Charles shocked in the back and went straight to the elevators.

Max followed me next to Pierre who was explaining to Charles what had just been revealed.

"Okay but wait, did it just happen out of nowhere?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like you have this huge sexual desire for each other we all knew but you just met and boom you were having sex?"

"Of course not, I went to Max's championship victory party and he drank and kept calling me drunk and Daniel had to go after me so I could take him away since he didn't want to go out with anyone else there, so he ended up going to my hotel room since the key to his was with Daniel and then boom we had sex." I explained and then walked into the room leaving the three idiots behind.

I put my suitcase in a corner and started to get my stuff to take a shower, I walked into the bathroom and heard the door to the room close. When the hot water hit me I could feel my body relax, it was all I needed after this long flight, the bathroom door opened and I felt a body behind me.

"What are you doing?" I asked with my eyes closed since I was under the water.

"I thought I'd save some water."

"We're not even the ones paying for this water, why should we save it?"

"You're right, we don't need to." He press me on the wall and started kissing me.

"Max..." he starts kissing my neck.

"Huh?"

"We shouldn't be doing this before we talk." I mumbled feeling their hands slide down my back.

"You just need to tell me to stop." He said in my ear. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No."

"That's what I thought."

I finished drying off and put on my pajamas and sat on the bed, as I was about to lie down I snorted loudly remembering that I had to dry my hair before bed.

"What happened? Are you okay?" Max asked coming out of the bathroom drying his hair with the towel.

"Yeah it's just that I forgot I had to dry my hair."

"I'll dry it for you.”

"You don’t have to."

"But I want to." He says and comes back from the bathroom with the dryer and I just stay silent.

Max starts running his hand through my hair as he dries it and I close my eyes at his touch, it was relaxing and I was already sleepy so it just made me sleepier.

"Tired?"

"Uhum." He laughed.

"I'm done, let's go to sleep." Max puts the dryer away in the bathroom and lies down on the bed pulling me to his chest. "I know I'm complicated and also our situation but I promise you I’ll make it right and that everything I said was true. And I'll prove to you that I meant what I said about my feelings for you."

"I believe you." I said softly. "But can we talk about it tomorrow? I'm very tired."

"Yes we can." He pulled me closer and I buried my face in his neck and then slept.

Taglist: @44-ilton @babyvinnie @hockey-racing-fubol @xjval @xcinnamongirl @dudenhaaa27 @evans-dejong @chilwellspulisic @rossylightwood @rm25711 @imperfect-paragon @formula1mount @flwr-stella

[smoooothoperator]

untouchable

02: Don't Blame Me

Lando Norris x OC (Violet Sinclair)

same group friend, unrequited love, acquittances to lovers, ski trip, love triangle

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: just lando being in love

a/n: Hello my loves! I hope everyone had a nice Christmas!! Just to say it: I'm reading ACOTAR and I swear I'm in love :) so yeah, I obviously had to add something about it. And yes, they place they will be staying looks kinda like Velaris!

Masterlist

Official Playlist

previous chapter | next chapter

If you want to be tagged don't forget to message me!

Every way of feedback is very welcomed

Sitting on an airplane, no matter if it's a commercial fight or in a private jet, with a couple, will always be tedious. 

And sitting in front of Harry and Eloise during the flight is like injecting a dose of self torture. Watching how he holds her, wrapping his arm around her is just a little tease of what I will be witnessing this whole week, watching how.he kisses her and how they cuddle because of the cold weather.

“Lando said he will go to the airport to pick us up” Harry said, making me nod and sigh. 

“That's so nice for him!” Eloise smiled. “Isn't it, Violet?”

“Mhm” I hummed, looking out the window.

It's not the first time something like this has happened. It feels like Eloise is trying to set me up with him, to make me look that he's a gentleman and someone I could be with. 

Maybe she knows that I like Harry? 

I focus back on my book, the one of many that came anonymously to my door. I just don't know who is the one that sends it, but it feels like that person knows me so well because it's the one I wanted.

“Oh? When did you get that book?” Eloise asked surprised when she saw it. “It was the secret admirer?”

“Secret admirer?” Harry asked, confused. “What?”

“Yeah! Every two weeks she receives a package with a book on it” Eloise explained. “She even receives her favorite book with different editions and languages”

“Oh, really?” Harry frowned, looking at me.

“You saw it” I said. 

“But I thought it was a collection you made by yourself, not because a creepy stalker is sending them to you” he frowned, looking away. “So stupid, and the fact that you welcome those gifs make it worse”

I frown looking at him. Stupid? 

“Well, I think it's cute” Eloise argued, making Harry scoff. “It's for sure someone that pays attention to her and wants to make her happy”

Something I don't like about Harry is how little attention he paid to me since he started dating Eloise. We were friends before he started dating her, we respect each other and never hide things. But somehow, he changed. He changed the way he talked to me, it only took him a few months to change his behavior. 

The moment the plane landed I got up first, grabbing my bag and the coat. I heard Harry sigh heavily, getting up and walking behind me.

I saw the flight attendants taking our suitcases out of the hold and I walked towards my suitcase, going towards the car I recognized as Lando's.

“Hey- oh” Landon said, getting out of the car but I immediately got inside of it after putting my suitcase in the trunk. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing” I sighed. “Just Harry being an idiot”

“The usual, then” he nodded, making me sigh. “That’s nothing new, I guess”

I sighed, looking back at the book in my hands, thinking that Harry would be right, maybe. Maybe it is something creepy, having someone that keeps sending me books and gifts, someone that knows my address. Should I be concerned? One thing is having a secret admirer at school that leaves little love notes on your backpack, and another thing is having someone that sends you books to your apartment’s front door.

“Nice book” I heard Lando say, looking at the book on my lap.

“O-oh, thanks… it's new” I nodded. 

He smiled and nodded, looking back at Harry and Eloise sitting on the backseats, and he started to drive.

“The house is really nice. Max, Pietra and I arrived this morning” Lando started to say. “It has really nice views”

“Where are Pietra and Max now, by the way?” Harry asked, frowning.

“Buying groceries and going to the ski shop to rent our equipment for the week” Lando answered. “I made them a list so if you want to add things…”

He gave us his phone with Max's chat open, messages of what he has to buy were written on it. I looked at the list, but what really got my attention were three things.

-Coffee (the mocha one)

-Ginger cookies

-Marshmallow bears

Those are things I like. How did he know that? Maybe it was Eloise who told him.

“Is there anything you need?” he asked me.

“No, no. It's alright” I nodded, passing the phone to Eloise.

I looked back at the book, frowning. This was exactly the book I wanted, one I have been talking about for a while with Eloise. Maybe she is the one that gifted it to me? And the other books? But why didn't she say anything? Why send them anonymously?

I looked back at her, how her hand was held by Harry's while looking at the groceries, resting her head on his shoulder.

God, I wish that was me. I wish he paid me as much attention as he pays to her. I wish I never introduced her to him.

I wish… 

The way to the house Lando rented was beautiful, showing an amazing snowy landscape with trees and the roofs of the houses covered with a white blanket. The chimneys of the houses were working, making sure to keep the house warm. And not far away, a mountain. It was a perfect picture, just how I imagined that city in the book I was reading.

“Wait until you see the views of your room” I heard Lando say. 

I looked at him and smiled nodding, looking back at the road and humming softly the song the radio was playing.

Every time she smiles my heart jumps. That’s what being in love feels like, I guess.

Arriving at the rented house I hear Eloise and Violet gasp, making Harry and me laugh. It wasn’t too big, but spacious. The porch of the house had a table with a few chairs, somewhere where you can sit and have a hot drink while looking at the ski zone next to the house. It has been snowing since this morning, so now the roof was covered in snow, but that didn’t mean that the interior of the house wasn’t warm.

“It’s a nice one, Lando” I heard Violet say behind me after she grabbed her suitcase from the back of the car. “This time you’ve outdone yourself”

“I’ll take that as a compliment” I laughed softly, watching her walk away carefully, trying to fall because of the snow. “I'll go pick up Max and Pietra, just get comfortable in the house”

Only a few minutes later I saw Violet walking out of the house, with her hands making tight fists and her jaw clenched.

“I'm going with you” she said, making me frown. “Don't give me that look! You and I both know what those two will do once they get inside their room”

“Oh, yeah” I nodded, laughing softly. 

I drove away, with her sitting on the passenger seat next to me. I heard her hum softly the music, watching outside the window.

Something I like about her is how simple she is, the way she can be happy with little and simple things. How something like snow falling can change her mood in a matter of seconds, or how a song she likes that is playing on the radio makes her sing under her breath.

Violet Sinclair is someone you definitely fall in love with the first time you see her, it's impossible to not love her. Everytime she walks in a room all eyes go to her, at least mine. The way her perfume hypnotizes me when she walks by or when she's close to me is something I never knew I could experience in my life. 

How can Harry be so cruel with her? How can he not love her? Why would he prefer Eloise before Violet? Why can't she see the way he is with her? Why can't she see that I love her?

Everytime I have her close to me it is like having a little taste of heaven.

“Did you see your room?” I asked, breaking the silence that fell between us.

“Yeah” she nodded. “You were right, the view from my room is perfect”

“I'm glad you like it” I smile. “I left that room for you, mine is actually at the other way of the house”

“Why? You came first, you had every right to pick the room you want”

“Because I know how much you love winter and snow” I said looking at her, and in that moment I saw her blush. “And I know how similar is this place with the one of your books”

I know her like the palm of my hand. And it might sound stupid, or delusional, or even creepy, but this week I want to show her how much I love her. 

I want to make her forget Harry.

When we arrived to the market where I left Pietra and Max I parked the car so I could help them to get all the things on the back of the car, making Violet wait inside the car.

“What did you do to make her come with you?” Max asked, surprised.

“Nothing, actually” I sighed. “I think it was Harry himself”

“God, that idiot…”

Everyone sees the way he treats Violet. Well, everyone except Eloise and Violet. And it just makes me feel worse, because it looks like she is under a spell that blinds her and doesn't make her see how he really is.

“I wonder at which moment he started to be an asshole with her” Pietra sighed. “She doesn't deserve to be treated like that”

“No, not at all…” I sighed.

When we went back to the house all of us walked with the bags in our hands inside of it. Harry and Eloise were out of sight, but the noises upstairs gave us an idea of what they were doing.

“How can they be so disgusting?” Max groaned, taking the things out of the bags and putting them on the cabinets.

“Let them be…” Violet sighed.

Why does she keep defending him? Why does she have to be in love with him and not with me?

taglist

@elisysd @racinggirl @ninifee1802 @kakorrhaphiphobia @landoyesrizz @lorarri @bellwhysomean

[dwtdog]

a little drabble for fem dnf week day 1 :]

--

Dream is slow to wake- her sleep schedule has gone to absolute shit as of late, and it’s a gamble to drift off and not know if she’ll be up in four hours or fifteen. 

There’s light creeping at the edges of her black-out curtains, creating odd little stripes on the opposite wall. But that’s not what had woken her- she turns her head quickly when she hears the sound again, a rustling. For a moment, her heart crawls into her throat, and she thinks the worst; a robber, a giant rat. But her logical brain quickly steps in, reminding her of the three cats that run the house like they’d been the ones to pay for it.

Dream relaxes back into her pillow, feeling the pull of sleep behind her eyelids. She really can’t be bothered to check the time, much preferring to trust her bodies signs that she needs more sleep. Until, of course, an angel appears in the doorway. 

She’s haloed by the bathroom light, harsher than the sunlight, stark against short cropped dark hair. She’s speaking, lips moving in patterns Dream knows he should recognize, but she’s blinded in the moment, entirely entranced. Until, of course, she hears her name. 

“Dream? Are you okay?” She blinks. The angel walks closer, and a thousand winged creatures take flight in Dream’s stomach. “Sorry for waking you up but all my clothes are in the wash.”

And Dream smiles. Because it’s George, her girlfriend, standing just a foot away in the shadowed room. 

“S’okay,” she says brightly, all the prior urge to return to sleep flushed from her system. “What did you need?”

George grins then, cheeks rosy, and loops her fingers in the bottom of the shirt she’s wearing, pulling it forward so Dream can see better. And it takes her a moment to realize what it is she’s being shown- but when she does, she feels all the blood rush to her own cheeks, her heart pick up speed in her chest.

“My hoodie?” Dream asks, soft. She’s fully sitting up now, knees drawn to her chest, chin resting atop them as she stares shamelessly at her girlfriend, looking all cosy in her hoodie. 

“And shorts,” George adds proudly, lifting the hoodie up to reveal Dream’s shorts, which she’s secured with the string running through the waistband, and the skin of her stomach. Dream’s mouth waters involuntarily, and her eyes almost ache with how fast they dart between hoodie-skin-blush. “They’re shorter than mine are.”

And they are. George tends to prefer basketball shorts when she can’t wear pants, and while Dream adores the way they look on her, the sight of George’s pale thighs is well worth the tradeoff. 

“Dream,” George says after a beat, breaking the word into two syllables to draw it out. “You’re staring, idiot.”

“What, like you don’t stare at my boobs every time my shirt so much as moves?” Dream fires right back, smug. “You have no ground to stand on, Georgie.”

George huffs, her mouth twitching as she stares Dream down. There are familiar wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and Dream traces her gaze across them, wishing it were her fingers instead. 

She gets a step closer to her wish when George suddenly darts forward, hands gentle as they come up to cradle Dream’s face. Her thumbs dig into the corners of Dream’s mouth, pulling at her lips until Dream is frowning up at her even as she feels her cheeks warming under George’s hands. 

“Say sorry for staring,” George demands, using her grip on Dream’s head to tilt it until her eyes are level with the pale expanse of George’s neck. When Dream just makes a noise, the choked giggle she does her best to fight back, she steps on Dream’s foot. “Look! You’re still doing it!”

“You are so,” Dream says, words garbled due to the fingers still contorting her lips, “Ridiculous! Fine, I’ll stop,” she declares with finality, screwing her eyes shut.

George lets this happen, bringing one thumb up to rub at Dream’s cupid’s bow while the pokes into her mouth, her short nail tapping against Dream’s tooth. Dream fights to keep her expression neutral, knowing that if she holds out enough-

“Fine!” George says, stepping back. Dream’s eyes shoot open, taking in the sight of her girlfriend crossing her arms petulantly, dark eyes shining with something that sends a thrill of fear, or something near it, down Dream’s spine. “Fine, I want you to look at me. I came in here because I missed you. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Dream smiles, sure there are hearts blooming in her pupils, showing the world how totally in love she is with her ridiculous girlfriend. “I didn’t want anything, but since you’re here….”

George snorts. “Freak.”

“I could just go back to sleep.”

“No,” George says, punctuating the words with a shake of her head. Her hair swings a bit as she does, overgrown since neither of them have left the house much recently, let alone to get haircuts. “Pay attention to me.”

“Well then stop being over there,” Dream gestures, shoving the blanket away from her in invitation, “And get over here.”

George takes the offer gladly, although she does a damn good job of holding back- she walks up to the bed slowly, drawing the few paces out into what feels like an eternity. Dream’s already shown her hand, the secret weapon she’d kept hidden behind the blanket protecting her modesty. She was, as George would say, a freak, who preferred to sleep in nothing but a loose bra and a pair of comfortable shorts. And here she is, all cozy and growing cold, just waiting for George to fall into her arms.

And fall she does. Once she’s reached the edge of the bed, the facade falls quickly, and George pushes her way between Dream’s knees until they’re kneeling, face to face, on Dream’s mattress, noses nearly brushing with their proximity.

George is looking at Dream through her eyelashes in the moment before they both lean forward, eyes dark and wanting. The first brush of their lips is more of an accident than anything, a brief spark before George rolls her eyes and leans fully forward, capturing Dream’s lips in hers.

[hannahssimblr]

I open the envelope on the stairs. The same stairs I spent six years rushing up and down, going from class to class, that was always bustling with students, bumping shoulders, swinging school bags, yet here I am, on an empty staircase in the building I thought I’d never be inside again. All the people I thought I’d never have to see again are here too, milling in and out of the foyer, collecting envelopes, telling each other about their summer. Somehow I’d forgotten I would have to do this. 

I keep to myself, wishing to minimise any conversation. Get in, get out, that’s the plan. I slip my thumbnail under the lip of the envelope and pull my results out. 

Mathematics A1 English A1 Art A1 Biology B3 Geography B1 German A2

Oh, Jesus Christ. There’s a roaring in my ears. I shove my grades back into the envelope before anyone can see them, then add up the score in my head.

Five-fifty. Is that possible? I peek inside to check again. 

Yes. Five-fifty. 

I blow out a lungful of air. How can this be? I’m famously a fucking idiot. This is a disruption to my worldview. I hardly even studied towards the end of the year, so how in the-

“Jude?” Someone steps into my space, and I have to suppress a groan as Sam from the yearbook committee stands over me, looking completely misplaced without his uniform on. It’s like the freakish experience of seeing your teacher in the supermarket. Sam, without his starched uniform shirt and perfectly knotted tie, is hardly Sam at all. Perhaps he thinks the same of me without my tie, which was always hanging crooked with a blue ink stain on it that wouldn’t come off after a hundred washes.  

The smug look, however, is Sam all over. “Looking a bit glum. Are you disappointed in your results, or something?”

I pause. “No?”

“Oh, grand. Suppose you don’t need the marks anyway, do you? You’re off to art college in Berlin, so I heard.”

“You heard correctly.”

“Surprised to see you here at all, I have to say. I thought you might have been gone already, off to the continent and all that, instead of coming into school.”

“No, my flight’s Wednesday.”

“Ah. So soon.”

“Yes, I suppose it is.” He stands expectantly, hovering, and so, with a sigh, I ask him what he is frothing to be asked. “What points did you get, Sam?”

“Five forty,” he gloats. “I’ll be off to Trinity now, all going well with the offers and all that. ‘Twas an expected result, but I’m still thrilled with myself. Just goes to show that hard work and proper study really pay off.”

“Yeah. Well done. Lucky that points don’t count for me, then, hm?”

“Well, it’s only art school. It’s not like you need to be smart.”

“Yep, that’s true.”

Sam’s head swivels like a submarine periscope. “Oh, look who’s just come in.” His mouth stretches into an unsettling grin. “Sure, it’s the lovely Michelle Tengu. You should say hi to her.”

“Right, yeah.” I say, though my fight or flight has activated and my palms prickle with sweat.

Michelle crosses the linoleum floor in the chunky black boots she’s had since fifteen. She accepts her envelope from the principal and stands to the side where she tears it open and her eyes scan the page. It’s impossible to tell how she feels.

She looks the same, of course she does. Maybe her hair is longer, maybe her makeup is different, her skin a little browner, and I have this feeling as I see her, that I am looking at a picture of a person I used to know, someone whose name I remembered, but whose face I had long forgotten. This girl I loved, or thought I did. I don’t really know that person anymore, at least not how I used to. 

She sees me and gives a hesitant wave. 

I wave back. 

“You’re still here,” she approaches me with the caution one would with a spooked cat, emotions flashing over her face, like she can’t decide how to feel. Neither can I. She’s still blocked in my phone, from that fateful night in June, but now, on the cusp of September, those heavy feelings I had seem so melodramatic. I am just Jude, she is just Michelle, and somewhere along the way, without me even paying heed to it, a storm has passed. 

“Yeah, I’m still here.”

“I expected you to sneak off to Berlin under the cloak of night.”

“That’s the plan, honestly. I just needed my results first.”

“I see. Are you happy with them?”

“Yeah. Are you?”

“I got enough for NCAD.”

“Oh, Michelle, that’s amazing. I’m so happy for you.” An odd moment follows, where I am not sure whether I should hug her. I twitch toward her, then second guess myself, and then I just freeze there, halfway lifted from the step. I slump back down onto it. 

“It, um… Well. It sounds like you had a pleasant summer, and all that.” She says. “Jen was telling me all about it.”

“Was she? Yeah, it was fine. Did she really say it was pleasant?”

“She mentioned that you two had a bit of a falling out, to be honest.”

“Ah, yeah, we did.”

She gives me this awkward smile, and it’s instantly obvious that she knows. Jen, being Jen, has told her the entire story. She’s revealed every aspect of my summer - the festival, the conflicts, and its conclusion. She knows about Evie too. It’s in her eyes. It’s that hint of betrayal she knows she’s not supposed to feel anymore. In them lies the sting of an ex moving on and leaving her behind.   

“I’m, um…” I smooth the front of my hair. “I think things will be alright with Jen, probably. I just need time, you know?”

“Yeah. I get it.” She adds delicately, “though, like, you are leaving in about five days.”

“That’s true.”

“And you were really planning to just vanish?”

“Well, yes. I just don’t know how else to do it.”

“Usually people have a party or something.”

“No, come on,” I scoff. “I’m not doing all of that. It’s so much work.”

“Hm. I just think you’ll regret not saying goodbye.”

I can’t decide whether she’s right, and can’t think of what to argue in my defence, so I say nothing. A sympathetic smile crosses her face. It’s strange. She never looked at me like that while we were together.

“I can help,” she says. “It can be low-key, just a few people. I’ll send out a text and see who wants to come, yeah? Whoever wants to say goodbye?”

“Including Jen?”

“I’ll need to invite Jen.” she shrugs, “it might be a good chance to talk. To get it all ironed out.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, I do. I think it’s best not to leave things unfinished.”

“Hm. That’s very philosophical of you.”

“Are you shocked?”

“Kind of.”

She huffs out a laugh. “Well I’ve been seeing someone.”

“A boy?”

“A therapist. I realised after we broke up that I had some things to work through. I had some… big feelings.”

“That’s great, Shell.”

I could swear that her eyes get a little misty as she inhales, as though to say something before deciding against it. She straightens her shoulders and smiles. “I’m happy you’re happy.” She says brightly. “With the Leaving Cert results, obviously.”

“I’m happy you’re happy, too.”

She glances toward the door. “Look, I better go, but I’ll text you about the going away party, right?”

“Yeah, I better unblock you.” It slips out of me before I can stop it, but to my immense relief, she laughs. “Good idea. See you Jude.”

“Bye, Shell. Thanks.”

“For what?”

“I dunno. For this.”

She just smiles. 

Beginning // Prev // Next

[tkuro0]

Now playing… Track 2

“Are you sure you don’t want me to meet up with you to go home?” Iwaizumi’s voice was clear, Matsukawa could hear the passing of cars and the muted beat of the club in the background. He was outside.

“Nah you’re good, go home we’ll meet you there” Matsukawa practically screamed into his phone, pushing through the jumping crowd with his shoulders. He couldn't hear his own voice, but he could feel the timber vibrating through his throat. Matsukawa was painfully aware of the feeling of others' hands, their bodies, around him as they moved with the music not paying a single mind to him going through them. “It’ll be easier this way and I don’t know if Makki is okay to be moved and put in an uber-“

“you make it sound like he's going to die-“ Iwaizumi let out a rough laugh.

“you never know with him- I’m almost there I’ll text you”

Iwa breathed out a brief "Be safe idiot-", before hanging up.

Matsukawa Issei was by no means a small man. His height made him an excellent middle blocker in his volleyball days, it made him large but also easy to spot, it was easy to be intimidated by his height and the lazy gaze he carried through life. It wasn't strange to him when you froze as he opened the door, almost as if ready to go into fight or flight.

He hated to even think it but, Makki was right, you were gorgeous. Even through the dim light of the room, mascara smudged at the outer corner of your eyes, and what used to be your glitter eyeshadow faded and flaky. The sigh of relief from, the somehow still, glossy pink of your lips as you pieced together it was Hanamaki's friend, the stray pieces of hair that slipped through the pins and ribbons holding it up. He could feel the breath catch in his throat and his mouth go dry. 

"Issei!" Makki cheered from the floor, his back against the wall and leaning his head on top of Noya’s unconscious one. "Y/N I present to you the love of your life Matsukawa Issei-"

“Oh-”

“Sorry about him- he’s an idiot-”

“Hey!” 

Mattsun rolled his eyes as he walked over, assessing the state his best friend was in. Pink hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, his shirt had a mysterious blue stain from the middle of his chest all the way down to the bottom edge of it, not to mention it looked like it had been tugged and pulled, wrinkled and looser than Matsukawa remembered it being. He had a loopy smile on his face anyway. 

“It’s totally okay- I’m y/n” You stuck your hand out, but quickly retracted it “Actually don’t touch my hand Hanamaki threw up on it like ten minutes ago” You could see Matsukawa cringe at it with amusement in his eyes. 

“Been there- I’m Mattsun, also your set was nice by the way” he could see the corners of your lips turn up, eyes narrowed playfully

“just nice? gotta try harder next time I guess” you could see his cheeks slightly redden.

“I didn’t mean- what i meant was that it was good you know.. whatever-“ your laughter broke through his words, amused at how flustered he had suddenly become 

“yes whatever Mattsun, how are you guys getting home?” he could feel a chill run down your spine as your lips pronounced his name. 

He turned to stare at his friend, with half-lidded eyes but a cheeky smirk still plastered on his lips. Bastard.

“I don’t think he’ll make it on the uber... he's gotta walk it off” he sighed as he bent down, hauling Makki up from under his armpits until the strawberry-haired boy stood up mostly straight. “do you need help with him?” Mattsun said signaling towards Noya with a cock of his head, as he threw one of Makki’s arms over his shoulders, holding onto his wrist. 

You stood up from your crouch, eyeing Noya with your hands on your hips. “I want to say I got it but…” you glanced at him and Makki, “it's fine actually don’t worry”

“No I’ll help you- are you guys ubering?”

“God please no-” Noya spoke up, eyes still closed and voice groggy, Mattsun couldnt help but feel the butterflies that awoke at the pit of his stomach as you laughed. 

“Well I guess not-” 

You walked out, Mattsun helping you hoist Noya up to standing as the two of you guided your friends out. Pushing through the sweaty bodies, the beat and bounce of the music reverberating through your bodies, in your chest, in your ribs. The blue and orange lights flashed across Mattsun’s handsome features, blue across his eyes, dots of reds and yellows rotating on his skin. You tried your best not to stare, focusing on the door ten steps in front of you.

“God is real-” Hanamaki exclaimed as the fresh air hit you, getting out of the stuffiness of the club making you all feel even the slightest bit more sober. 

“You might be onto something…” Mattsun muttered as he took a deep breath, cold air rushing into his lungs.

“Why are we leaving?” Nishinoya groaned as his head dropped onto your shoulder, fully leaning onto you as you all walked away. 

“Because its almost three in the morning... and also you couldn't handle the club sweetie-”

“Pffft- the club can't handle me-” Noya’s muttered ramblings whined down as you walked.

UP ALL NIGHT ; Club Can't Handle Me

fun fax ;

☆ noya cannot handle his liquor EVER ☆ he somehow always makes it home tho??? like even when he runs away and goes on his lone four-hour side quest he somehow always makes it home by sunrise... ☆ mattsun couldn't handle going shot for shot with makki, gave up and ended up mostly sober by like 1 am... makki will probably hibernate for about a day after this tho... ☆ mattsun walked yn and noya all the way to their building even though it was a detour. He did find out they only live two streets away from each other, about a 10 minute walk. totally not relevant at all... ☆ makki is delighted about mattsun looking so flustered, he KNEW yn was mattsun's type to a T. he might not remember the interaction tho...

taglist ; @weezerbby

[incorrectjttw]

Tripitaka: *pouting because Sūn Wùkōng and Èrláng Shén are arguing too loudly for him to defuse the situation* Nézhā: *hands him coffee* Get ready for the fistfight. My bets are on Èrláng. Tripitaka: Hells, no, Pilgrim would win. He’s fight or flight! Fight is in his base function! 50 on Pilgrim. Nézhā: Then 50 on Èrláng. Zhū Bājiè, eating popcorn: 50 on a tie. I’d love to see these idiots knock each other out. Li��'ěr Míhóu, sipping his hot cocoa: I’ll bet you all 50 they both start crying in about five minutes because they start picking at insecurities. *five minutes later* Liù'ěr Míhóu: Pay up, you three. You losers owe me 50 each.

[fairy-verse]

Is it possible to ask for some cross x error?

“Too sloppy,” Error said, only half paying attention as he sat upon the mountain’s edge, legs dangling as his strings gently wafted in the wind.

Cross, sweating and heaving for breath, landed on an icy outcrop not too far away. His wings were shaking from slight exhaustion and his arms felt stiff from overuse, yet he still refused to call it quits. He knew there was no winning this, though. Error might, in the present day, be rather lazy and solitary within his mountaintop nest, but his mastery of fight clearly hadn’t dwindled in the slightest. It only made it all the clearer why knight/warrior fairies were more commonly winter fairies than any other season fairies out there; born from both the image of their firstborn, as well as his hopes and dreams.

“Just… need to catch my breath,” Cross said, resting on one knee as the cold wind nipped at whatever exposed bone they could.

Error watched him, silent at first, but a wave of his hand was all warning Cross got before shimmering blue strings suddenly enveloped him, catching him off guard as they pulled him away from the outcrop and towards Error instead.

“It’s enough for today. You can barely fly anymore,” Error said, voice monotone, though the strings sent waves of heat through them, soothing the fairy in their grasp. Said fairy only struggled a little bit.

“No, I can still spar. I just need to rest for a moment,” Cross objected, but Error would have none of it as he took to wing and began his flight towards his mountain home; Cross still in his strings.

“No, you’re going to exhaust yourself.”

“But—”

“No.”

“…” Grumbling silently, Cross allowed himself to relax in the hold of the strings and closed his eyes as the journey through the Mountain Halls and up Error’s tunnel quickly led to a comfortable, bright, and warm nest. He would have flushed with embarrassment with how quickly the strings shed his armour and clothing, but the tub of warm water that quickly surrounded him from toe to neck took away any shyness he might have felt, and he near fell asleep right then.

“… You can’t beat me, idiot,” Error’s voice cut in as he watched his knight, his mate, rest in the warm water. “You’re nearly as stubborn as me, but you’ll never be as strong.”

“I know…”

Error frowned, and walked up to flick Cross’ forehead. Cross in turn made a cute sound of surprise.

“You’re my strongest knight, you know. My strongest winter fairy…” Error began, flushing a little with soft specks of yellow and blue over his cheeks. “And you keep getting stronger. I… am impressed by it.”

Cross couldn’t help but also blush, and he looked down into the water to fiddle with his hands. His wings mostly hung dry over the edge of the tub, but the sensation of fingers trailing over them made him jump in sudden surprise. He looked over at Error and noticed him seeming far away, his fingers touching and stroking soft fuzz.

“None of my fairies will ever be as strong as me, but I’m…” Error frowned, embarrassed by the words he wanted to say, “I’m… happy to see that you’re capable of protecting yourself. It… it puts me at ease to know you won’t go down easily.”

…

Cross reached out from the water, and feeling brave, he touched Error’s cheek, allowing his thumb to trace over those pretty yellow and blue specks.

“My queen, I will always fight to stay alive and well, if that is what you want to hear. But I… I will admit that my requests to spar with you have been selfish, too,” he said and smiled a little as he took Error’s hand, and kissed his knuckles; one after another. “When I spar with you, I get to see firsthand how you fight, and how passionate and beautiful you are in the heat of a battle. It is something few fairies will ever get to see, and I’m glad to be one of them, to admire you so closely.”

The specks on Error’s cheeks turned into an aurora of colours as he took a sharp breath, and he suddenly dunked the knight’s head beneath the water, sputtering incomprehensible sentences before releasing him as he stepped away to collect himself.

“D- don’t say embarrassing things like that, you—you…” You hopeless, lovable idiot, he thought and failed to see the soft smile on Cross’ face as he plunged into his furs and blankets to hide for a moment, at least until Cross finished his bath and came to join him.

[elliebyrrdwrites]

Draco Drabble

Thanks to the potions my mother handed me, I no longer feel like heaving my guts onto the kitchen floor, though food is a no-go. My headache is manageable, but now I’m sitting in front of a table with a weepy eyed Astoria who is refusing to have her hair or makeup done because she is embarrassed.

I’ve embarrassed her. How can she possible walk down that aisle when the entire world knows that the man she is to marry is actually in love with someone else.

What, exactly, did you expect to happen when you let your parents arrange a marriage, I ask her.

“I expected you to do your duty!” She shouts, throwing down her tissue and jumping to her feet. Her anger is nothing like Grangers. It’s more insidious. Grangers is all warmth and fire. Astoria is cold and her touch like a fish out of water when she reaches over and grabs my hand.

“It’s one thing to have an affair after we’ve been married but like this?”

I pull my hand back and shift to face my father, who is sitting at the head of the table, popping sausages into his mouth like he has his entire life to burn them off.

“Is that what you planned to do? Wait a couple of years? Get your fancy home, your posh little life, pop out a son and then what? Start up an affair with the first idiot who shows you some attention?”

Astoria’s lips press together, forming that thin little line, and before we can say another word, the door slams open and in steps Guy Greengrass.

Astoria’s father is burly. He’s big and hairy. His beard is trimmed but takes up the entirety of his lower face, his salt and pepper hair is slicked back. And he’s dressed like he’s about to give his daughter away.

To me. His wife, who is a carbon copy of Astoria, looks timid and meek as she follows him inside of the dining room.

“You,” Guy’s finger is pointing at me, his hand shaking, his eyes wide and dark. Cold lumps of coal stare at me, damning me to hell. I have to fight the yawn as I wait for him to continue get on with his rant. I’m not stranger to patriarchs ranting and raving but this is just getting boring.

“How dare you smear our name!” He goes on. “And all for a vile little mudblood.”

“Vile?”

My mother clears her throat, her passive aggressive way of telling me to shut the hell up.

“I should kill you.”

Yeah, yeah. “What, exactly, are you waiting for?”

“I want to renegotiate the terms.” Guy demands, turning to my father. My father, who is still shoving little greasy bits of meat down his throat. His mouth is stuffed with it, his eyes rolling, as he tries to swallow the massive bite.

“And change what?” I ask with a chuckle. “Demand more money?”

“She deserves it after what you’ve put her through.”

“I’d pay you a thousand galleons if it would buy me out of this marriage.” I admit.

Apparently, this was not helpful.

Guy’s wand was out, a renewed anger burning inside of his dark eyes. A wizard can only rely on instinct when someone draws a wand on him. Fight or flight, is it? I imagine muggles feel the same when a pistol is drawn on them.

My wand finds its way into my hand and then Guy and I are standing with our wands drawn, a large dining table between us.

My mother and Astoria’s mother cried out. Astoria descends into sharp wails of despair. My father, inhales sharply, just as a plain owl sweeps into the window.

It’s aiming for me. With a quick stupefy aimed at Guy, I accept the letter and pick up a blueberry from the dining table to feed the bird.

Guy is thrown into the wall, before he slumps and slides down, unconscious.

Astoria starts to scream at me and my mother is moving, hurrying over to my father while I open the letter.

The world around me goes quiet as I read it.

Please, come and clean up this mess. -H.G.

It’s from Granger. She’s asking me to come to her. Yesterday, she asked me to leave. Part of me can acknowledge the fact that she’s upset about what I’ve done. But there’s a part of me that might be delusional but, I believe she really wants to see me.

Because, undoubtedly, I am hers. And, now the entire world knows.

“You bastard!” Astoria’s shouting at me and it jolts me back into the present. When I look up from the letter, I find that chaos has evolved into madness. Astoria is stringing together a slew of curse words as her father still lays unconscious. But my mother, she’s hitting my father on the back, slamming her hand and her fist over and over, as if to give him the beating he’s always deserved.

Horrifyingly, though, she isn’t trying to punish him. She’s trying to save him.

I watch as my fathers face swells, his eyes bugging out. His skin is purple, and he’s clawing at his throat. His greasy lips are turning blue as the bits of sausage tumble from his mouth. He’s stuffed too many pieces in. He’s choking on the bite he couldn’t finish before he shoved more in.

My gods.

My father is dying.

My body is filling with something I can’t describe. A sense of fullness and lightness consumes me as I watch my fathers eyes lock onto mine. I don't know if he is seeing me or not. But together, our eyes remain, as he gasps, uselessly, for more air.

There’s warmth seeping into my face, my fingers feel tingly, and my feet are lighter than ever.

“Draco, do something!”

But, I can’t. I’m stuck. I’m frozen to the floor as my mother cries and panics. She’s running around the dining room, as if in search of something that may save him. But there is no saving this man. The world he built is imploding around him as he dies. Choked out, suffocated by his own greed.

It’s a fucking miracle.

When he finally slumps forward, his face falling into the greasy plate in front of him with a loud smack, I can’t help the choked laugh that escapes.

My mother is too upset to notice, but Astoria is frozen, staring at my fathers dead body before she finally blinks and looks at me.

I fold Granger’s letter back into the neat little envelope before tucking it into my coat pocket.

“Astoria, I think it’s safe to say that we shouldn’t get married.”

She says nothing, she just stares at me. Wide eyed and shocked.

“I’m sorry for hurting you, I am. You deserve more than that. You deserve to marry for love, not...” I hold a hand out toward my family. My mother running around, crying. My dead father, blue faced and covered in sausage grease. “This.”

Surprisingly, she just nods, agreeing.

[psychesetra]

little mari

this is js a song i wrote in 10 mins but also basically a summary of my life except for the ending 😭

there’s a hole inside my chest

where all my feelings manifest

sometimes i wonder if any of them are wrong

especially when i hear the doorbell

its little ‘ding-dong!’

i don’t want them to come home

i want to stay as i am, all alone

doesn’t anyone understand that that’s all?

that i’m not just some puppeteered doll

[ chorus ]

mom, dad, can you treat me like

i’m human too?

so i can stop wishing

that this heart’d stop beating

(glass breaking, “ano sinabi mo!?”)

wait, sorry, that was a lie

really, really, i’m fine, i’m fine

i won’t do it again

i’ll just crawl back into my den

there’s a hole in my chest

my feelings no longer manifest

i sit inside my room all day

so, this is the price i have to pay?

music helps, sometimes, i guess

ignoring all the pain i’ve dressed

myself in

inner child? what child, what child?

the one that grew up too soon, knowing touch no longer mild?

[ chorus ]

mom, dad, can i grow up faster?

now i know my injuries won’t be solved by plaster

or prove me wrong, maybe

say that i’m still your little baby

(cooing, vague “mahal kita!”)

wait, i know that’s stupid

really, really, it is idiotic

i won’t do it again

i’ll just crawl back into my den

there’s a hole in my chest

feelings are weak, i cannot rest

as the days go by, so did my cries

for help, but, oh well, no one cares about a stray’s hurt yelp

a whispered plea, unheard and unwanted

left for dead, useless even if created

every interest, a saving grace

yet lulling me more to join those of death’s race

fight, flight, freeze, fawn

every morning is the old, dead dawn

shining behind the clouds the sun rises

and i fall, past the point of crisis

[ chorus ]

mom, dad, today, i put to rest

my soul and its vessel, it’s for the best

sweet rope, take me home

to the place i’ve never known

(“oh, god, what have we done!?”)

hell or heaven, who cares? not me

all i know is right now, right here

i’m kind of.. sleepy..

(“mari! mari! oh, mari.. what did we do wrong..? ano ginawa namin?”)

(a few seconds later, flapping of wings, and “be not afraid.”)

[ context ]

we meet an abused child named mari, a play on the word marionette. we see inside her mind as she ages and as her days get worse, until she ultimately can’t take it anymore and she hangs herself, therefore being “asleep.”

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

Happy go-lucky boy! (sometimes not so happy)

pairing: best friend!Seokmin x gn!reader (ft. some of the sebongs)

genre: minor fluff, angst, comedy, best friends to lovers!AU, college!AU, slice of life

warnings: mentions of food, mutual pining, seungkwan our lord and saviour, hoshi is a mf idiot, kissing, jealousy, cursing, mentions of anxiety and panic attacks (they aren’t actually happening), seokmin is sad :(

word count: ~2.2k

summary: Seokmin is a bright person, full of love, especially for you - but it proves to be a little too overwhelming for him to handle.

Author’s note: Hi Madi @heartkyeom​! This is your @svthub​ secret santa calling <3 I know it’s cliche to write a fic for a Christmas gift, but I really hope this will cater to your tastes (and keep you on your toes for the next part hehe)~ Happy reading and happy holidays my love🤗

“Kwan”, Seokmin nudges his friend’s shoulder with a grin but the latter ignores him. “Seungkwaaaan”, the older male whines again, making Seungkwan roll his eyes in annoyance. 

“BOO SEUNG-”, “Will you shut up?”, he snaps his head towards Seokmin, dramatically putting his phone down on the table. “But you were ignoring me!”, “You were about to tell me about Y/N’s latest instagram post, weren’t you?”, he deadpans and Seokmin is left frozen in his spot. 

“H-How did you know?”, he asks while rubbing his nape and Seungkwan merely shows him the screen of his phone, the post in question clearly visible. “Oh”, “Yes, Seok, you’re not the only one who’s friends with Y/N and follow their profile”, “Ahahah, yes you’re right”, “But you are the only one who has a crush on them and is a complete coward about it-”, “I shouldn’t have bothered you at all”, Seokmin grumbles, crossing his arms in front of his chest. 

“Listen, I know you’re very fond of them and literally adore them, but you won’t win anything by sitting here, liking and commenting on their posts or going out with them for coffee or food or whatever while you’re walking next to them with fucking heart eyes”.

Seokmin hates it when Seungkwan gets brutal with his words - but what he hates the most is that Seungkwan is right about everything. 

But how is he supposed to make a move on you when you’re always so confident and a literal ball of sunshine?

His heart does somersaults whenever you post a selfie or a full bodied pic, in the cutest outfits, with bright colors and statement jewelry - if Y2K aesthetic was a person, it would be you.

But it’s not just the bright colors you’re usually sporting -  it’s your smile and radiant eyes that make him melt on the spot, whether he’s looking at you through the screen of his phone or in real life, in flesh and body.

All of his worries are skyrocketing to the max when he spots you at the cafeteria cashier, paying for your milk boba and you turn around, happily waving to him. He feels like he just got showered in ice, frozen in his seat and about to enter a panic attack.

“Dude, calm down, you’ll make it worse if you don’t relax!”, Seungkwan whisper yells at him, “I can’t fucking calm down - oh God, they’re almost here, Kwan, I’ll fucking pass out-”

“Good morning besties!”, you greet the two men with a big smile, “How are you doing on this fine day?”, fine my ass, Seokmin thinks - but a bit louder than he was supposed to. “Seok? What’s wrong?”, you ask him with a worried tone and he looks at you, frozen and eyes wide open, not knowing what to say.

His fight-or-flight instincts kick in and he mutters a faint ‘sorry’, bolting out of his seat and away from the table, leaving you and Seungkwan utterly baffled.

“What just…?”, “Don’t mind him, Y/N, he’s just…hella stressed lately”, Seungkwan makes up a kinda believable excuse, hoping you won’t catch up on what is really going on. “I might text him later, I’m worried about him”, you sit down, a pout forming on your lips. “I know you are, I am too”, Seungkwan exhales, “But knowing Seok, he hates making his friends worry about him, even if it’s something serious”.

Even if his friend loves him like he's the most precious person in the universe?, you mutter to yourself, fiddling with the straw of your boba, completely missing the way Seungkwan's eyes widen in shock. You didn't even notice that you said it louder than you thought you did, sighing as you take a sip of your beverage, slouching back in your seat - your mind is still occupied with Seokmin’s bizarre behavior and you pray to whatever higher being exists in the universe that you’re not the reason he acted that way.

“Um, Y/N, I should get going, class starts soon and Soonyoung will probably start wailing if he’s left alone”, Seungkwan clears his throat, “Where are you headed to?”, “Me? Um, I think I’ll go back to the dorms, my classes are over for today”, you reply nonchalantly. “Okay then”, the blond man gets up, “I’ll catch you later then. Oh, and cheer up a bit, everything’s gonna be okay!”, he says before sprinting away to make it in time for his class.

“Everything’s gonna be okay, huh…”, you mutter and leave the cafeteria, clutching the milk tea in your hand as you make your way back to your dorms, the taste of the beverage not feeling as sweet as it was a few moments ago.

Seokmin wants to disappear from the face of Earth after what happened today. 

He feels like the biggest idiotic asshole in the universe and the worst of all? He made you sad AND worried about him.

“Ughhhh you stupid, stupid fucking idiot dumbass!”, he curses in the pillow he grabbed and pushed on his face, practically screaming and kicking his feet (not in the cutesy way), all while his roommates are worriedly watching him behind the half open door of his bedroom.

“Do you think we should step in?”, Mingyu asks with an upset expression. “I would say no, but given the current situation and how he has been acting today, I guess we don’t really have any other choice”, Joshua sighs. 

“Um, I can hear you two”, Seokmin speaks with a defeated tone and his roommates shyly enter the room, awkwardly clearing their throats. “Aw come on, just speak”, he throws the pillow on his side, trying his best to sit up on the bed. “I’ll be honest with you, Seok, this isn't like you at all”, Joshua sits right next to his friend, “Can you at least tell us what’s going on?”. “What’s the point of telling you what’s wrong with me if I can’t solve it on my own?!”, Seokmin protests. “Are you fucking stupid? This is exactly why we’re here!”, Mingyu kneels in front of him. 

“Ew, Kim, kneeling? Really?”, “Shut up, Shua! Anyways, where was I? Oh, right”, the tall man picks up his train of thoughts, “What I’m trying to say is that we want you to tell us your troubles, because we’re your friends and we wanna help you”, “As much as I don’t want to admit it, Mingyu is right”, Joshua adds, his hand resting on Seokmin’s shoulder, making the man exhale in defeat.

“Okay fine, you won”, he shrugs, “I’m madly in love with Y/N but I don’t know how to confess to them because I’m a goddamn coward who has fucking heart eyes everytime I see them in person or one of their insta posts or whatever and I managed to make them upset today because I acted like a scaredy cat in front of them AND Seungkwan!”, he blurts out in one go, leaving his friends completely stunned.

“Well shit, dude”, Mingyu breaks the short-lived silence. “That’s all you have to say?!”, Seokmin asks with a baffled expression, “I literally spilled everything that has happened up until this morning!”, “Actually, I do have something to add”, Joshua chimes in, “Please do, I would love to hear your input”, “You’ve royally fucked up everything, Lee Seokmin”.

“Fuck you both”, he grumbles, falling back on the bed with a loud plop. “Hey, come on, buddy, it can’t be that terrible - nobody could ever hold a grudge against you, especially when you’re literally such a happy-go-lucky guy!”, Mingyu pats his back, “Besides, you could always text them back and explain yourself - you’re best friends with Y/N, so I doubt it’ll go that bad”. 

It’s as if a light bulb has lit up above Seokmin’s head and he grabs his phone, opening the chat he has with you, to see the familiar bouncing dots appear on his screen.

Y/N is texting…?, Seokmin notices and lets out a loud yell when he reads your message.

y/n <333: hey seok, sorry if i’m being nosy, but i wanted to check up on you…you seemed very upset earlier :(

“Why the hell are you yelling?!”, Mingyu whines, covering his ears, “Y/N texted me!”, Seokmin yells back in panic and the three men are instantly glued to the screen. “Are you seriously going to leave them on read?”, Joshua glares at his friend. “No, of course not! I’m just trying to think of a good answer”, “Oh my God, he’s so whipped”, “I fucking know, right?”, “Can you two shut the fuck up? Thanks”, Seokmin makes both of his friends stop simultaneously as he tries to type out a decent answer.

seokshine☀: hi y/n, sorry for earlier today :/ 

seokshine☀: i..didn’t want to worry you, just…some personal shit going on

“Well, at least you’re being honest…kinda”, Joshua mutters, which earns him a slap on the head from Mingyu, signaling him to stay quiet and just watch.

y/n <333: oh i see….

y/n <333: do you perhaps wanna talk about it? you know you can talk to me about anything

“Yeah, I fucking wish I could”, Seokmin scoffs, typing out his answer, his fingers calmly clicking on the screen, unlike the rest of his demeanor.

seokshine☀: it’s…kinda sensitive, i don’t feel very comfortable saying more rn :(

seokshine☀: sorry for that

Mingyu frowns as he reads the sent message, soothingly rubbing his friend’s back up and down. 

y/n <333: it’s okay! there’s no need to apologize, i won’t push you to do smth you don’t want to

“Fuck, stop being so nice to me”, Seokmin’s voice cracks, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. “Seokmin…”, Joshua looks at his friend, leaning closer to him.

y/n <333: um…i’ll go out with soonyoung tonight for ramen, do you wanna join us? it could lift your mood…

Tch….of course, that fucker, Seokmin scoffs, biting his lips out of frustration.

It’s not like he hated Soonyoung, not at all - on the contrary, Soonyoung is one of his closest friends. But the thought of you and him eating together, laughing and perhaps flirting (he knows how flirty Soonyoung can get when he’s in his comfort zone) makes him upset….and jealous.

“Uh oh…”, Mingyu grimaces and Joshua mirrors his expression, fully aware of how well you get along with Soonyoung - it was a very fine line, and one wrong reaction could blow up on Seokmin’s face. Badly.

seokshine☀: nah, i think i’ll stay home today

seokshine☀: don’t wanna be a party pooper today :”)

God, would he be one hell of a party pooper if he actually went.

y/n <333: aw :( 

y/n <333: if you wanna stay home, i’ll respect that

seokshine☀: ty for understanding me :’’)

y/n <333: don’t even mention it, that’s what friends are for <3

y/n <333: i will still miss you seok :(

Seokmin laughs dryly, tears now freely spilling from his eyes, staining his cheeks. He drops the phone on his bed, sobbing loudly, feeling lost and helpless. And it was all because he acted like a fool in front of you.

“Oh, buddy…”, Mingyu pouts and brings his friend in a warm hug, Seokmin’s head resting on his chest, as the brown haired man cries nonstop, “It’s okay, let it all out, we’re here now”.

Joshua silently stares at Mingyu, a puzzled expression on his face, as if he’s trying to ask what they should do to help their friend. But none of them have a good answer.

But maybe someone else does.

boo seungkwan: hey, dumbass

boo seungkwan: HEY

boo seungkwan: STOP LEAVING ME ON READ I KNOW YOU’RE ACTIVE

boo seungkwan: oh come on tiger bitch

tiger king: i’ll ignore the last word but now you have my attention

boo seungkwan: i hope so bcs things are serious this time

tiger king: how serious??

boo seungkwan: we must set up y/n with seok. asap

tiger king: okay i’m down! 

tiger king: why should we do that again?

boo seungkwan: oh my god you’re a fucking idiot

boo seungkwan: they’re in love with each other, you himbo!!

tiger king: and how was I supposed to know that??

boo seungkwan: seriously now? you haven’t noticed?

tiger king: uhhhhhh

tiger king: no? 

boo seungkwan: this is not going to end well…

tiger king: oh come on, kwan, i’m supposed to leave in ten! don’t wanna stand up y/n

boo seungkwan: wait - YOU’RE GOING OUT WITH Y/N??

tiger king: IT’S JUST RAMEN, STOP YELLING AT ME

tiger king: besides, it could be a good chance to get some extra intel yk?

boo seungkwan: wow, look at you putting your brain to good use for once

tiger king: i can put other parts of me to good use as well ;)

boo seungkwan: you’re gross

boo seungkwan: just…try to be discreet and not give away anything, okay?

tiger king: aye aye sir

Seungkwan closes his phone, letting out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding, holding the device on his chest.

“I hope they won’t be mad at me”.

[onboardsorasora]

Wanted to do a little holiday post for these idiots in love lmao

Part 1 | Part 30 | Part 32

Part 31

Blake stood by the door, eyes narrowed on the kitchen. He looked over to Mike who was looking just as dubiously. Ok good, so he wasn’t seeing things. Daniel was in the kitchen, in a ridiculous apron and a chef’s hat– where did he even get that?

“Do you need any help mate?” Mike asked hesitantly. Because this wasn’t a normal sight. Daniel’s prowess in the kitchen tended to end at the microwave. He was stood in front of the stove, so sue them for being worried.

“Nah, like I got it mate!” Daniel grinned over at his friends. He looked back to his phone, rereading the instructions again.

“Uhm, what’s even happening here?” Blake leaned on the counter top, concerned. He pointed to the random array of ingredients scattered about the place and the empty pot that was uncomfortably close to start smoking from being on the heat for too long.

“I’m making a turkey lunch for Max.” Daniel smiled proudly, before going back to his phone. They were distracting him!

“Danny, we don’t even celebrate–”

“Yeah but I figured– I just wanna do something nice for Max.” He muttered with a shrug. They were back in LA, only for a little while. Their flight to Dubai was tonight. It was thanksgiving week and well Max had never experienced the American holiday. Neither has Daniel truly, but he had figured it would have been a nice time to celebrate together. 

Blake and Micheal looked at each other before sighing, they wouldn’t fight him for wanting to do something for Max. But maybe they could help him?

“Are you sure you don’t need help?” Blake asked again, more insistently this time.

“I think I got it, mate. I’ll just like follow this recipe.” Daniel didn’t look up from his phone, pinching his fingers on the screen to zoom in. Micheal had a bad feeling.

“...if you’re sure?” They watched as Daniel bobbed his head in a nod. “Ok we’ll be back in time to go.”

The two left, feeling very uneasy about leaving Daniel in the kitchen. Blake shot off a message to Max to keep an eye on him.

Max wandered into the kitchen area with wide eyes. He took everything in, and Daniel’s focus. We was endeared– but worried. The tone of Blake’s text wasn’t encouraging. He sat on the stool by the breakfast bar and rested his cheek in his palm.

“Hey baby!” Daniel greeted with a grin and sparkling eyes.

“Whatchya doin?” Max asked after Daniel leaned over to kiss him.

“I thought I'd make us a big lunch. Since it's like a food holiday here.” Daniel shrugged sheepishly. Max hummed.

“Have you ever like made turkey before?”

“No, but it can't be too hard right?”

Max shrugged back, along for the ride. At least if they got sick, they could push back the flight maybe. He hoped they didn't get sick.

He watched Daniel focus, chattering away when he wasn't paying close attention to his phone. Max also thought it was commendable of him when he said nothing when Daniel looked very panicked.

— - —

Max accepted the paper bag and thanked the delivery person. He plopped it gently on the breakfast bar and tore into the packaging while Daniel dropped the blackened seemingly still smoking turkey into the garbage. His apron was stained and a little charred and they both had learned how to turn off the smoke detector.

The small turkey didn't survive anything. It had burned on the outside and when Daniel tried to cut it to see if it was ok on the inside, they had found out that the bird was still very frozen. They had both collapsed to the floor in laughter. Eyes red and chests heaving. Then in that chaos, the water from the potatoes boiled out and the taters were also scorched. 

The only thing that was salvageable was the salad and they both had agreed that they weren’t going to waste a cheat day on a salad.

“Thank you Maxy.” Daniel called, packing the dishwasher while Max took out their food and plated it in the place Daniel had pre-prepared. Daniel plopped heavily onto the chair just as Max placed his plate down. He smiled at his boyfriend happily. So maybe things didn’t go according to plan, but he was still thankful that Max was in his life.

[sy3ra]

tokyo rev series; sanzu haruchiyo

episode III

tw: swearing, some spicy moments and grammatical errors.

You were an executive at Bonten. You were well respected by the underlings and the other executives except...

Sanzu.

He was your biggest enemy ever.

"What the fuck did you do to my shampoo, [Name]?!" Sanzu screamed in the bathroom.

He came out with his hair....yellow..

And you, well you were laughing your ass off.

💠

"Sanzu what the hell happened to my white shirt you fucking bastard!" Your voice echoed in the halls of Bonten. The white shirt was spray painted...in pink. The color you hated.

"You started it dumbass I'm just paying you back!" Sanzu's voice echoed back. To the other executives this was a normal day with you two pulling pranks on each other.

"Are they at it again?" Rindou sighed while his brother nodded.

You and Sanzu always bickered and fought like there was no tomorrow. Ever since you joined Bonten, Sanzu was irritating for you and you didn't know why. In the end you just shrugged it off.

💠

One Tuesday evening, You and Sanzu were called in by none other than Mikey himself.

"I have a mission for you two." Mikey said with his usual emotionless tone. "There's an important artifact in Korea and I need you two to assassinate the owner and take back the artifact." He explained while the underlings gave you two folders that contained the information.

You looked through the information, carefully scanning it. Sanzu did the same.

After a while, Mikey continued. "I'm sending the both of you to Korea for one week."

You tilted your head to look at Sanzu with a disgusted expression "1 week with you? I'd rather eat dog shit" You said. Sanzu scoffed at your reaction "I would rather go alone anyway" he rolled his eyes at you.

"No, you two are taking this mission and that's final." Mikey said "Pack your things, you'll be leaving in two hours." He added. With that, the two of you bowed and exited the room.

"I can't believe I'm spending 1 week with YOU" You said in annoyance.

"Deal with it dumbass it's not like I want to spend my 1 week with you too" He barked back.

💠(2 Hours Later)💠

You pulled your luggage behind you, making your way to the front entrance of the Bonten HQ.

"We're taking my car to the airport" Sanzu said.

"No, my car" You argued

"My car is faster than yours" He argued back.

"My car is more suitable for this than yours idiot" You hissed.

"Can you two stop fighting?" A voice said behind the two of you. You cocked your head to look over your shoulder and the voice was Rindou. "Boss said you'll be taking the private jet" He sighed.

"Tch" Sanzu scoffed. "I see, thanks Rindou" You said with a small smile but there was an evident irritation in your expression.

The two of you boarded the jet not long after that. You sat comfortably by the window to enjoy the view. But then lewd noises intruded your eardrums. "For fuck's sake pinkie, for once can you not fuck every woman you see?" You frowned angrily.

"Why not? If you want to I can.." Before he can finish what he was saying you smiled at him and put your middle finger out.

"I'd rather jump on a cliff than fuck you" You said with an irritating smile. Then you threw a pocket knife at them which, unfortunately, landed on chair. The flight mistress grew terrified of you and ran off with her clothes making Sanzu sigh. "Oops, I missed" You shrugged and returned to look at the view in silence.

Sanzu decided to scan the information on the folders some more, while you silently watched the scenery by the window in awe.

Unbeknownst to you, Sanzu looked up and stared at you. He was intrigued at how your eyes were full of wonder and astonishment.

For some weird reason, he found you beautiful.

💠

You stepped out of the jet inhaling the fresh air of South Korea. "How nice" You mumbled to yourself. "Let's go, we still have to check in the hotel" Sanzu said as he got into the car.

You sighed in irritation and you got in as well. The whole ride was silent like earlier, 'this is unusual' you thought.

The ride to the hotel was an hour long. And once you stepped out of the car you were dumbfounded at how tall it is. "I'd close my mouth if I was you" Sanzu smirked at you.

"Yeah yeah shut up" You hissed.

The building was owned by Bonten, of course but it was undercover as a normal hotel owned by someone 'anonymous'. By saying the code words, you and Sanzu were checked in an executive suite at the second to the top floor.

You slid the card in the door, opening it. The room had a great view of the city and the enormous swimming pool. But to your dismay,

There was only one queen sized bed.

"Why...IS THERE ONLY ONE BED???!!?" You screamed in horror (not quite literally).

"Who the hell booked this????!" He shouted in frustration, popping a pill in his mouth. Sanzu ran his hand through his hair "I'll sleep on the floor then" he said.

"No, I'll sleep on the floor and you sleep on the bed"

"No I'll sleep on the floor"

"NO I WILL"

"I WILL"

"YOU KNOW WHAT LET'S JUST SLEEP ON THE SAME BED"

He scoffed at you and began unpacking his things while you examined the blueprint of the enemy's base.

"Looks like the best time to sneak in is 3 days from now. Based on the info, Azier Delius has a family reunion in 2 days." You said.

"What are we supposed to do until then..?" He tilted his head to look at you. "Probably plot and get some energy" You shrugged. As much as he hated to agree with you, you were right.

You and Sanzu plotted for a while, for once you two had a decent conversation without fighting. After that, you rummaged through your luggage and grabbed your swimsuit.

"The hell is that for?" He said looking at you. "Hotel = Swimming pool." Was all you said before going into the bathroom to change.

After 15 minutes, you came out of the bathroom wearing a sheer jacket that showed the monokini you wore underneath and your hair was tied in a tight bun that is held together by a hair stick (or hairpin).

Sanzu stared at you, a blush creeping up his cheeks as he looked at you up and down.

"Eyes up here pinkie" You teased. "I'll be going bye" You added before heading out the door and closing it behind you. Sanzu stood still in his spot after you left.

You got on the elevator and went down to the 10th floor. Then, you made your way to the entrance of the pool.

You took off your sheer jacket and slowly dipped in the pool, shivering lightly when the cool water hit your skin. You sat there for a while getting used to the cool water before swimming around.

Meanwhile, Sanzu watched you from the window, he bit his lip to get rid of his thoughts and closed the curtains. You were having an effect on him and he was falling for you. Slowly but surely.

A sigh erupted from your throat, you decided to leave him be so he can bring some woman to fuck with. Deep inside, you still respected his privacy and you already expected this anyway.

After an hour or so, you left the pool with a towel wrapped around your body. Upon entering the room, it was empty. 'it seems like he did find a woman or he just wanted to to get some air' you thought to yourself.

Nevertheless, this was a good chance to shower in peace.

You stood under the hot shower, steam filled the entire bathroom. You had your Bonten tattoo on your lower back, near your behind. You thought it was quite sexy that way so you had it tattooed there. You wrapped a short towel around your body and peeked outside the bathroom door to check if Sanzu was around.

Well, he wasn't. So you went out and rummaged through your luggage while humming Red by Taylor swift. You slowly took off the towel around your body and softly swayed your hips along with the song you were singing.

Not until you felt a warm hand in your waist. "First you stand infront of me wearing a revealing swimsuit and now you stand here naked. Do this one more time and I might not be able to control myself.." He whispered. You felt his hot breath on your nape and he stood incredibly close to you.

Sanzu wanted to push her on the bed but he had to restrain himself. After all if [name] can't walk then this mission would fail. He went into the bathroom to shower leaving you alone again.

You were rendered speechless, a slight blush creeping up your cheeks at what happened earlier. [Name] had never thought of having a relationship before, let alone be touched by someone..

You quickly wore pajamas and plopped on the bed. Sanzu slipped out of the bathroom after a few minutes. He was half naked with only a towel covering his lower body. The towel, however, hanged dangerously low showing his V-line, his hair was wet and honestly that looks so attractive.

You looked away to prevent yourself from staring. "Did you bring some wine [name]?" He suddenly asked you while getting changed in the bathroom.

"Well yeah it's in my luggage" You said. "You did? Good girl" He said taking the wine out of your luggage and chugging it down.

Your eyelids felt heavy as you slowly went to sleep. Sanzu sighed at you before also going to sleep. In the middle of the night, Sanzu woke up. He couldn't see properly but the moon illuminated your figure, you were shivering from the cold. You didn't cover yourself in the blanket before because it was still pretty warm.

He carefully took the blanket at your feet and gently covered your body with it. He stared at you for a bit, you looked so peaceful while sleeping.

"Good night, [Name]" He softly muttered before going back to sleep.

Part II?

-Mayven

[positron2399]

The Juggerknight

The Juggerknight used to be a late middle-aged Vietnam vet who simply woke up as a 1500 kg, 2-meter tall crystalline monster on the day of a scheduled genitourinary exam, needless to say, the doctor, like his wife and grandkids had absolutely no idea of what to make of it, nor of the spandex that appeared in his closet. But after some thorough examination, they found that he has no orifices, as such, he could never enjoy a double scoop of chocolate ice cream or red velvet cake. How he could hear, see, speak, cry, or respirate was unknown, but at least whatever this was wasn’t radioactive, contagious, or harmful to other people.

…He was really looking forward to that leftover cake. Regardless, this made international news, then it became mundane, people still had to pay bills and put bread on the table. But at least he had all of the generic “Superman” powers, such as

- super strength

- controlled self-levitation

-steel-melting gamma-ray laser vision

- near-instant regeneration (assuming there’s enough matter/energy)

- the ability to move at .7C from rest instantly and altered time perception to go with this. He can build momentum and get to speeds upwards of 2.5C., but this takes a very long time.

Not only that but “unique” powers such as

- the ability to warp “bubbles” of space upwards of 50 meters in diameter, allowing him to instantly reach speeds upward of 7C

- immunity to vacuum decay

- the ability to go dormant on long space flight,

- the ability to nonconsciously calculate his trajectories when jumping from planet to planet

As for the story, it takes place in a universe where the dark forest hypothesis is true in most cases, except that of civilizations < 10 light years from another, ass-to-ass civilizations generally become allies. Earth and humanity are killed really early on, Killing Star style, so he fights for two alien species he dubbed the "Kehhar" and "Ven" respectively after being discovered unconscious 45ish million years after he slammed into the kehhars world at 2.223C, causing the mass extinction that lead to the insect-sized ancestors of the kehhar to obtain sizes closer to the megafauna of the late Triassic period. He never discovered who killed our world, but figures an RKV of sorts as it went nova as opposed to "collapsing" into an altered state similar to that of the "novo-vacuum" from "Schild's Ladder."

So, the physics in this story is gonna be closer to that of "The Boys" or "Invincible" where The Juggerknight and other supes can definitely lift a plane, it's just that they can't stop them from crashing as the supe would go through it like a bullet through butter.

For his design, I wanted him to look both like a "Hehehe yuo gowt it boasse" and "NO! YOU BUMBLING IDIOT!" as opposed to a heroic Superman knockoff as he's closer in personality to an 80s cartoon "villain goon" than a typical comic hero. As in, when he's not protecting the remaining kehhars and vens from complete genocide, there's a good chance he's standing in front of a busy subway, rambling about nursery rhymes from Earth where 90% of the context is lost to the minds of the starfish aliens. In fact, this is so prevalent that it's a reason for kehhars to call off from work.

Feedback and Critique are welcome (^_^)

[wcrldcfvtlvs]

You have (1) new email.

LOST AT AIRPORT IN NEW ZEALAND WITHOUT PASSPORT

Dear friend,

I am Roberta. I know we haven’t spoken in over ten years and you probably don’t remember me but your email wound up in my list so I am sending you this aid request as well because I’m very desperate and sad and miserable and will cry. tHIS is because during my flight to norway the plane stopped at new zealand for transit and I lost all of my belongings while boarding because they took my luggage to a different plane. My passport was not in my bag and i need the sum of twoo hundred dollars to make a new one and confirm my identity to the local authoritries so theycab ket me go. My paypal is on the same email, i promise to pay you everything back adbif you need proof here is  apicture of the airport. Please, old friend, help me for old time’s sake I love you so much. 

With desperation, 

Roberta from high school

Checking emails was something Rosalie did often since it was part of her job to do so. Making sure VIP clients were taken care of, security patches were put through and so much more. However, she had to double-check the email she just received. Squinting at the screen Rosalie couldn't help but laugh. " Hey Gabe, come look at this. " Rosalie called over her shoulder, within seconds the voltaic knight summoned beside her, a rare occurrence for him to do so but with all the power Rosalie had acquired over the years, Gabriel was able to manifest a physical form.

Leaning over practically at a ninety-degree angle, Gabriel looked towards Rosalie. " You never told me you had a friend named Roberta, shouldn't you help them? " " Oh no Gabe, this is a scam, you tell by the typos, claiming to know me for ten-plus years. You know how my high school experience was, Lockhart hardly allowed me to have friends outside of Natalie and Sloane. My circle was small. Consider this cyber security 101. Typically you don't reply but I'm choosing chaos today. " Rosalie smirked as she placed her hand on the screen. Using her technopath abilities she did her best to trace back the source, hopefully she was able to make direct contact to the sender. If she was able to, they'd see the message:

Make sure the next time you try send a dumbass spam message, make sure you're not fucking around with a CYBER SECURITY MAJOR AND CEO OF A SECURITY COMPANY. GET MILLIE ROCKED IDIOT.😘 - R.A.A

Removing her hand from the screen she crackled her knuckles and turned her chair to finally face Gabriel. If the knight could, he'd raise a brow but she could already tell by the look on his face he was confused. " Don't worry Gabe, I was nice. " " I have a feeling you weren't. " " Yeah you're totally right, I was a bitch and I don't regret it. Maybe next time they won't screw with someone who is basically the queen of cyber security and a technopath. " The knight placed his claw like hands on Rosalie's head and gently ruffled her hair. " As long as you can't be tracked, it won't be a fair fight you choose to summon me, I might scare them, as you say humans says, shitless ."