#hey assholes SCORE SOME RUNS

[miketownsends]

i’m going to Die actually

[nochepsicodelica]

Toji coming home late from a job, exhausted and knowing he messed up with you, again. All he wants is to be comforted by your warm body and to hear you talk his ear off before going to bed together, but instead he finds you fast asleep on the couch. He watches your curled up frame for a minute or two, feeling the achey heaviness of guilt in his chest. He promised you a movie, but things at work didn't go as smoothly as they normally do, and because of it, he's home later than he thought he would be. He doesn't blame you at all for losing your patience and succumbing to your tiredness, rather than fighting it, for his sake.

He smiles softly, admiring the bliss in your features, before quietly heading off to the bedroom to grab some clothes so he can tidy up before he even thinks about touching you.

Toji sees your shower products next to his, and though he doesn't plan on putting them on, like he has before in a state of longing for you, he does pick them up to take a whiff. The smells are as sweet and comforting as you. They help him wind down a little more after the day he's had. Your shampoo and body wash managed to distract him a bit. He stood there frozen, thinking of you as water cascaded down his body, until he remembered that you're in the house, sleeping on the couch, still waiting to see him. He expedites his shower, quickly gets dressed, and hurries up with his hygiene routine so he can get back to you.

When Toji returns, you're in a new position with your limbs all sprawled out. He watches you for another minute or so— you are the image of pure comfort on that old couch. Just being next to you could pass on the effect to him, but you're so enticing, and he really wants to be in that bubble of serenity with you. Before his proper judgement convinces him to carry you to bed, he's crawling between your legs, his eyes on yours the entire time, to make sure he doesn't wake you before he even starts adding his weight onto you.

Your sleep ridden eyes feel heavy as you peer them open and look at the man nuzzling himself into you. You hear the smallest little groans, almost like purring, as Toji continues to try and mold his body into yours. He knows he doesn't fit with you on this tiny couch, but you're so warm, and you smell like the body wash he inhaled in the shower. He's going to make it work.

"Hey, Toji," you mumble, dazedly, still half asleep. He almost melts at the feeling of your fingers running through his damp hair, your nails gently scratching his scalp with every passing. Your other arm comes up to rest on his back. He then realizes he's not close enough. Being right on top of you, with his head on your chest... Not close enough.

"What?" You laugh when Toji starts shifting again, those soft hums returning as he presses himself into you even more. He wants to be greedy and take all the comfort you can possibly give him. "Did you..." you giggle when he settles, his face buried in your neck. "Did you miss me?"

"Miss" is an understatement. Toji was ready to come home and cozy up in bed with you. He was ready to distract you from whatever movie you decided on, with kisses. He was ready for things to evolve into something more. He thought about this all day, and he's home now, and it's not at all what he thought it would be. The sad part is, you're not even mentioning these ruined plans. You're not upset with him for being home so late, you're not giving him the cold shoulder. You're the same loving girl he discussed these plans with in the morning and it makes him feel like a total asshole.

"Mhm. Are you comfortable sleeping like this? I can't move."

"Yes, Toji," you respond, immediately, though you know he's exaggerating. The question lures a soft laugh out of you. "You're acting like this is the first time you've ever plopped yourself down on me."

"Just making sure, doll, 'cause I don't wanna move," he says, with total honesty this time.

"You don't have to. You're the warmest blanket in this house. I scored by getting crushed."

"Yeah? I'm flattered." You can hear the smirk in his voice so clearly.

"And i'm flattened."

Silence. Crickets in the background. Everything is so still, you could hear a pin drop, and to make matters worse, you laughed at your own joke.

"I should go back to sleep," you say, knowing that when your nonsensical thoughts start spilling out, it's time to get some rest.

Toji's grin has yet to straighten out. He can tell you're still tired. He laughs, a sharp breath through his nose, at your ridiculousness. "Silly girl. Are you cold?"

"Impossible. I have a bear on top of me."

"Want me to go get the blanket? Wanna go to the room?"

"Stooooop, i'm fine." You kiss to the top of his head. "Goodnight, Toji."

"Can you do that thing you always do?"

Without a word, your hand goes to the back of his head, and your fingers begin coursing through his hair, again, your nails dragging gently along his scalp, like before.

Toji sighs, contented and entirely at ease. "'night, doll."

[landorris4]

── ☆ streams and kids

☆ Lando Norris is a formula one driver, game streamer, CEO and very charismatic, but now he is also a stepfather and boyfriend, and people are still getting used to these two new titles. Even he is.

warnings: mom!reader words count: 2k

Narrator's POV

Lando's stream was going very well today, he had been playing and chatting on the Twitch platform for approximately an hour, he had left his girlfriend, Amanda, sleeping in his bed, and he was without his headphones so that he could hear in case Lella woke up on the baby monitor , which he brought with him to the games room.

At the moment, he was tired of playing so he was just relaxing in his chair looking at the chat and answering questions. It was the first time he was streaming since Amanda and Lella moved into his house, so there were a lot of people on live.

── How is your summer vacation? ─ he reads ─ Very good! We are planning to travel next week, that's why I'm doing live today so early, we'll sort out some details later and during the week I won't have time for that. Amanda is excited.

Lando was always smiling, but his smile grew when he talked about his girlfriend.

After a few minutes responding to comments, Lando hears a grumble coming from the baby monitor and immediately becomes alert.

── I'll be right back! ─ he announces, looking at the camera and changing his microphone.

As soon as he arrives in the hallway, he hears a noise coming from the baby monitor and realizes it is something like crying, making him run to Lella's room.

── Good morning, little one!

The girl is scared when Lando enters, she thought it was her mother knocking on the door. She curls up in shame under the blankets, she didn't want Lando to see her cry.

── Hey, don't hide from me, sweetheart. Tell me what happened, why are you crying? ─ he says calmly, approaching the youngest girl's bed and kneeling on the floor towards her.

Lella withdraws a little more and then finally looks at Lando, he notices her eyes are still full of water and offers her a hug, who soon leaves her blankets and runs to receive the older man's arms.

Lando created a great bond with his stepdaughter, especially because he knew Amanda since before she was pregnant, helped the girl with the name and had sporadical contact with her and the child before the two got into a relationship.

The driver met Amanda in the paddock, the photographer was working at the Interlagos GP and Lando fell in love with her. Unfortunately, she told him that she was dating, however Lando wanted to give a new friendship a chance. The following year, they met again, this time at the first race of the year, she told him that she had been hired by Aston Martin and now she would see him every day, she also told him that she had separated because her boyfriend did not want to maintain a relationship at distance. He thought her boyfriend was an asshole, she laughed at his displeasure.

A month and a half later, she discovered she was pregnant, Lando caught her crying in the paddock bathroom and calmed her down, telling her everything would be fine. He was also there when the girl told her boss about the pregnancy and asked permission to travel briefly to Brazil and break the news to the child's father, who was given away. Lando was also around when Amanda told her ex about the pregnancy and saw the boy get angry and raise his voice at her. He took her out of there and consoled her, they became best friends ever since.

He didn't accompany her during the appointments because Amanda's younger sister insisted on doing so, but she always sent her messages asking about the baby and her. Amanda liked him. She had to take a leave of absence at 7 months in because she couldn't travel by plane so she ended up losing contact with him, she knew the boy's life was busy so she didn't worry when he didn't send her a message.

She decided to name her daughter Lella, in honor of the only woman to score points in formula 1, Lella Lombardi, it was Lando's idea and he was very happy when he met the baby and Amanda told him about the name, she would never forget it his smile upon learning this information.

When Lella turned 6 months old she went back to work, the baby traveled with her and her younger sister took care of her, Amanda got closer to Lando again. When Lella turned 2 he finally got the courage and asked her out, they started dating the following month, and now, after a year of relationship, they live together. Some said it was hasty, Lando and Amanda say it was at the right time. They had known and liked each other for years, it was time to take a risky step.

── Piccolina¹, don’t cry, Uncle Lando hates seeing you like this. Tell me what happened and then I can help you ─ Lando asks, desperate. He felt distressed seeing the girl cry.

── I had a really bad dream that you abandoned me and my mom at the mall ─ the 3-year-old girl says, holding back tears. Lando moves away from the grip of the little girl's arms to look into her eyes.

── That’s impossible to happen, Lella. Do you know why? ─ the girl denies it, rubbing her eyes and wiping her tears with a pout that was very cute. ─ Because I love you and your mother very much. I will never abandon either of them! It was just a nightmare, okay? ── the girl nods and smiles, giving him another hug.

Lando smiles and picks her up by surprise, making the girl let out a delightful childish laugh as he throws her in the air and holds her again.

── Are you hungry? ─ the girl denies it and hides her face in his neck. ─ I'm doing live and playing now, do you want to stay with me in the games room? ─ she nods, without letting go.

Lando noticed that she was a little more in need of his attention so he didn't want to let her go at any point. In fact, he loved knowing that at that moment he was being a safe haven for the little girl he loved so much and cared for with so much affection and respect.

Before even unmuting the microphone, Lando saw the chat explode with comments. People freaking out over the cuteness all over the world made him smile.

── Hi guys, I'm back! This young lady here woke up and I went to check, right Lella? ── the little girl just nods her head and hides from the camera in shame.

── Alright, let's continue with the questions, you can send them! ─ the little girl adjusts herself on her stepfather's lap and starts playing with his hair, loving to play with the older man's curls. ─ Lots of questions about Lella and Amanda, I don’t think they love me anymore! See this, Piccolina? People love you more than me! ─ he says with an indignant tone, making the girl let out a laugh that makes him smile widely.

His smile was big when it came to Amanda, but it was huge when it came to Lella.

── They're telling me to play again, how about we play together Lella? Let's show them how good you are at fire and water!

And then they played together for thirty minutes, until Amanda came to call them both to eat. He turned off the live stream and left with Lella on his back, the little girl laughing.

── Good morning loves of my life, I see you are excited today! ─ Amanda says smiling, earning a kiss from Lando and an "eeewww" from Lella, which made her laugh along with her boyfriend.

── We are very excited because we are on vacation! ─ Lando says and Lella agrees, already sitting in her chair, Lando placed her there and picked up the plate with berries that were her breakfast.

── And what did you do today?

── Mommy, I had a really bad dream and Daddy helped me, then we went to the games room and he talked to the people and then we played the fire game and then we laughed a lot because Daddy is really bad ... ─ she continued chattering while eating.

──Lando? ─ Amanda looks tensely at the boy, who looks at Lella with watery eyes.

── Dad... Baby, tell me I heard it right. Did she call me Daddy? ─ Lando looks hopefully at his girlfriend, who agrees with her eyes full of tears. ─ I'm her daddy! I am! ─ He gives her a tight hug and starts crying, taking her with him.

── Daddy! Mommy! Why are you crying? ─ the girl looks at them confused.

── I'm your daddy! ─ Lando says and picks her up, the child doesn't understand anything but hugs him around the neck.

── Dad... you didn't like it? I thought..

── I loved it! I'm your daddy now! I love you Lella!

── I love you too, daddy ─ she gives him a kiss on the cheek and wipes away the older man's tears.

(...)

── How was the trip? It was great! We went to Italy with my brother, my sister-in-law and my niece. Lella and Milla played a lot together, we went to the beach, to the tourist attractions, Savannah and Amanda ventured into the stores, it was incredible!

Lando was once again doing live, this time in the afternoon, as soon as he finished lunch he told his now fiancée that he was going to chat a little on twitch and that if needed he would be in the games room.

── What are your expectations for returning from vacation? High, but I have to keep my feet on the ground, Mclaren made some improvements to the car so next week I will finally see how the car is, I hope that with this we will return to the top of the points table.

── Daddy! Daddy! Look at my outfit! ─ Lella appears running.

── Be careful not to fall. You look beautiful, Piccolina! Did your mother make this bun? It's beautiful, just like you. ─ he says, turning to her and keeping his back to the camera, he had even forgotten about it at that moment.

── Mom made the bun so I could dance ballet! Today is the first day, can you take me with mom?

Amanda, who was at the door watching the interaction with a big smile, interrupts Lando's response.

── Baby, dad is streaming, he can’t come with us...

── Of course I can! Give me five minutes to change my clothes and say goodbye to the guys, okay? Daddy will take you on the first day! ─ he kisses the girl on the cheek, who smiles big and leaves the room.

─ You don't need to.

── But I want to. I'm her father now!

── You'll do anything if she calls you daddy first, right? ─ Amanda says laughing.

── Everything she asks and wants. I'm surrendered by that mini woman, Amanda, forgive me. ─ he says and Amanda laughs, leaves a kiss on his lips and leaves the room so that the groom can turn off the live stream.

When Lando returns to the computer, he realizes that he didn't turn off the microphone so the entire chat is exploding with love for the scene they witnessed. Flushed, Lando says:

── I don't need to explain, apparently I forgot to turn off the microphone. Well, I have to go, Lella needs a chauffeur. Bye guys, I love you! 'Till the next!

Lando took Lella to the classroom, watched her from afar with pride in his eyes and smiled even more when he told her he was taking her to the ice cream shop, Amanda watched the two with love overflowing in her eyes and smile. She had everything she needed right there in front of her.

¹"Piccolina" means "little one" in Italian.

[its-time-to-write]

hi, i love your writing! could i request something where jamie and reader are dating and jamie starts introducing them to the important people in his life, like roy, keeley, the richmond boys, etc. and each time they get introduced to someone new, whenever jamie steps away, they basically get some variation of the 'you better not hurt him' talk, and when jamie finds out he's worried that reader is gunna be offended or upset but they reassure him that it's fine, they think it's cute that everyone's so protective of him and that it's nice to see him have so many people care about him

Sorry this took FOREVER. Here it is!

the way it goes

It has been exactly twenty-one days since Jamie asked you out on a proper date, and you’re of the opinion that life can’t get much better than this. You’ve only met two of his teammates so far, (Isaac because he’s one of Jamie’s good friends and Richard because you ran into him while shopping) and honestly, they aren’t what you expected at all. 

They’re kind and they seem to genuinely like working together.

(It’s a little funny to call football “work.”)

Isaac tells Jamie to bring you next time they all hang out, and reminds him to buy more juice packs than last time so they don’t run out again.

—

Turns out the next “hang out,” is a night at Isaac’s, and the whole team is there with various partners and spouses. There’s a strict sweatpants-only drsesscode, and pretty much everyone is in clearly expensive matching sets. You’re grateful that Jamie shrunk a brand-new deep green set the other week, because you didn’t have time to go out and buy something new/not ratty.

There are tables of board games, a pile of snacks, and even a bar. Jamie drags you over so he can get “proper buzzed,” and requests something incredibly complicated from Beard, who appears to be the only coach present.

“Babe,” Jamie says, “you good here? I’m gonna get some food.”

You nod and watch him weave through groups of people. You lean against the bar and wait for Jamie’s drink.

“So,” says Beard, “you’re Jamie’s girlfriend.

You nod. “Yeah, I am. I’ve known him for ages, though. Since I was in uni. Always thought he was just some prick footballer trying to score, if you know what I mean.”

Beard chuckles. “I get it. He’s a bit of an asshole sometimes.”

You grin. “He’s my asshole.”

Beard slides you Jamie’s drink but before he completely lets it go, he says, “Hey.”

His voice has lost its jocularity, so you look up to meet his (very intense, slightly terrifying) eyes.

“Jamie doesn’t need his heart broken. He may have been a giant prick, but he’s different now. He’s not the kind of guy you can just screw and move on from.”

Your mouth has gone a little dry, so you just nod. Right then. You turn to go find Jamie and hope he won’t mind if you take a sip of his drink. You’re planning on staying sober tonight, so that one sip is going to have to get you through till the end.

It wouldn’t be the first time someone’s told you to be careful with Jamie. The first time was actually Roy’s niece, Phoebe. Jamie was babysitting and he asked you to come along, so while he was paying for ice creams Phoebe tugged your arm so you’d get down to her level and said, “If you make him cry, they’ll never find you again.”

You had looked at her in shock while she matter-of-factly stated, “My Uncle Roy’s been teaching me things.”

She said the word things far too ominously for an eight year old, but then Jamie came back and she was all smiles again. 

You got a similar, equally threatening talk from Phoebe’s mum, and then from Roy, and then Roy’s girlfriend Keeley.

Variations of the “break him and I’ll break you” talk had begun to trickle in whenever you’d pick up Jamie from Nelson Road. The tone ranged from Sam’s vaguely threatening, “We all love Jamie very much. We’re incredibly protective of him,” to Jan Maas’s blunt, “If you break his heart, you will never find another date on this entire continent.

Even Ted had a comment, which was more along the lines of, Jamie’s a big softie, he doesn’t need some to play him right now, he needs a real supporter. Each time, you assured them that you weren’t going to hurt him. You didn’t ask why they thought you would be the one doing the hurting when he was the one with the reputation.

Because you are fully aware of his reputation. You hadn’t seen Lust Conquers All, but you’d seen enough clips to piece together exactly how it went. And you’d seen the details of his cheating scandals all over the papers. And dealt with him firsthand while in uni. So yeah, Jamie’s past prick-ish behavior is not a mystery to you.

You find it endearing that so many people love him enough to protect him. It’s a good sign, you think.

You find Jamie carefully stacking various snacks on a tiny, tiny plate. His face lights up when you come into view.

“Oh good,” he says. “Extra hands.” He grabs his drink with one hand and gives you the plate with the other. He starts piling on something flaky and slightly green. 

“Isaac’s girlfriend makes these fucking pistachio things, and they always go way too fast. Gotta eat them while you can,” he says while creating an engineering marvel.

“Glad you like ‘em, bruv,” comes Isaac’s voice from behind you. You jump a little, and the plate wobbles. 

You turn to see Isaac with an absolutely gorgeous woman on his arm.

“I’m Stella,” she says. “It’s wonderful to meet you. We’ll have to have you two over for a real dinner.”

Jamie and Isaac quickly become engrossed in a serious discussion about football tactics, with Jamie downing his drink and then taking the plate of food from you. He was right, those pistachio things are amazing.

You chat with Stella for a little bit and learn she’s the face of a modeling agency and met Isaac during some football/branding thing.

“He was the only one during the entire shoot who made sure I was drinking enough water,” she laughs. “Who knew the way to my heart was through proper hydration?”

You talk a little longer before Jamie’s arm is snaking around your waist to whisk you off to see Dani. It goes like that for a little while until you finally settle down at one of the game tables. It’s a card game involving a lot of yelling and pointing fingers.

The house is noisy and cozy, filled to the brim with people who are just comfortable around each other, and you think you’ve never experienced something like this in your whole life.

Jamie on the other hand, is yawning a little bit. His hand, which had been on your knee tracing squiggly patterns, is starting to slow down so you put yours on top of his and whisper, “You about ready to go?”

Jamie nods and presses a kiss to the side of your head.

“Got fucking extra training tomorrow,” he quietly laments.

You get up to leave and Jamie follows suit with a very loud pronouncement that he’d rather be somewhere private, much to the amusement of the Greyhounds who begin to hoot and whistle. You roll your eyes and smack his butt on the way out.

Forty-five minutes later, Isaac’s phone dings with a photo of Jamie in a pink robe and green face mask, hair pulled back in an equally pink and fluffy headband. He’s lying on your bed and he can see the tv screen playing Notting Hill. You’ve typed, Someplace private, my ass, and Isaac just shakes his head and grins. Fucking Jamie. Prick on the outside, softie on the inside.

You better not break his heart, he writes.

HAH comes your reply a moment later. Not a chance.

“Babe, look,” you say handing Jamie your phone. “I’ve collected the whole set.”

Jamie reads your text thread then looks up at you in confusion. “What d’you mean?”

“Isaac is the only one who hasn’t like, threatened me or something if I hurt you,” you reply.

The tips of Jamie’s ears turn red. “What do you mean, the only one?” he asks. “Like, the team?”

You shake your head. “Oh no. I mean, yes, the whole team, but like pretty much everyone who works at Nelson Road.” 

Jamie’s eyes widen as you begin to list people on your fingers. “Alright, so obviously the Greyhounds, plus all the coaches, Keeley, Rebecca, Higgins, Trent, Samantha at the front desk, Gary, Phoebe and her mum, Will-” you pause. “Should I keep going?”

Jamie groans. “Fucking hell. I’m sorry. They’re all twats, except Phoebe. I swear, they’re not always like that. I’ll talk to them and make ‘em leave you alone.”

“No! You can’t let them know that you know! And…” you hesitate, “I thought it was kind of sweet. Like a green flag, you know? They all like you enough to make sure that you’ll be ok, and they want me to know I have something special. Of course, I already knew that,” you continue, “but it’s nice confirmation.” 

Oh. That’s new.

Jamie’s quiet for way too long so you look over at him. “Babe, are you crying?”

“No,” he says, choked up. “Face mask got in my fuckin’ eye.”

“It’s dried solid, babe.”

“Fine,” he says, “I might be a little. But you can’t tell anyone, especially not Ted, because then he’ll talk to me about feelings and shit, and I’d rather eat ten fucking scones than that.”

You laugh and snuggle into his side. There aren’t going to be any heartbreaks here, not if you can help it. You’re both planning on keeping the other around for the rest of your lives.

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

Kuruk's reactions in Rise of Kyoshi pt 1

Kuruk: Ok girlie, just go in there and pick up the right toys and you'll be golden. Kuruk: Yes you got the turtle! Now just go and pick up-NO DON'T RUN AWAY! AH! No! Damn it! Kuruk: Ok ok, it'll be fine, they're in the same vicinity. They'll figure it out. *9 Years Later* Kuruk: FUCK- Kuruk: Ok all good, she has two awesome friends....that she's attracted to. *whipes away a tear* She really is my reincarnation. Kuruk: Ok now push Hei-Ran-I mean- Rangi outta the way! That'll score you some dope points! Kuruk: Ok now kiss her-oh ok let her push you around, it's fine. We'll figure this out. It's not like she's not BEING TOTALLY OBVIOUS SHE'S INTO YOU KYOSHI! Kuruk: Oh Kelsang, such a silly song. I wonder who you were talking about. *gasp* what if Kyoshi sang a song like this? Oh thank god Rangi is like a clone of Hei-Ran, I gotchu boo. If you can't see she's in love with you, maybe we can get the house staff into teasing you about it. Or maybe Rangi will catch wind and do something. I need some kind of progress with this. Kuruk: *feeding her the poem lines* I'm about to give her SO much game. Kuruk: Wait Kelsang, OH SHIT KELSANG! OH SHIT THAT'S RIGHT! AVATARING! Kuruk: Yes Kelsang! She's the Avatar! Wait no, don't talk about how I wanted to steal a married woman! BACK TO KYOSHI NOT TO ME! TT0TT Kuruk: Ok Kyo, calm down it'll be fine. Look at Yun, look at how handsome he is! Damn that boy has some game, no wonder people think he's my reincarnation. Kuruk: Ok we're in the poles now. It'll be fine Kyo, you have Rangi and Yun and-NO DON'T AIR OUR DIRTY LAUNDRY ! GDI TAGAKA! TT0TT Kyoshi already has such a low opinion of me, don't transfer it to the rest of my team! Kuruk: Damn girl, you're strong. Yeah don't let any asshole talk about your mama! Now get back to your tent before you freeze. Kuruk: Oh thank Yangchen you're in Rangi's tent, she'll warm you up! ....cause she's a firebender! ....wait Yangchen: I heard my name, did Kyoshi figure it out yet. Kuruk: *dragging Yangchen away* No not yet! Yangchen: Kuruk why are you-Oh! Kuruk: Let them have their moment! I've been working so hard for this! Yangchen: FOR THIS?! KURUK WHAT ABOUT THE AVATARHOOD- Kuruk: THIS IS IMPORTANT TOO!

[rosinaparker]

Skz members trying to make you lose at an arcade

genre: fluff, humor

pairing:

Bang Chan/Han Jisung/Jeongin x f!reader

warnings: cursing, little suggestive

summary: your best friend takes you out to an arcade and he continuously teases you and makes you lose

Bang Chan:

Chan always loved taking you out on little hang outs. It never seemed like anything romantic whatsoever, but something about tonight felt different..

we approached the basketball machines ready to compete with each other. He payed for the first round and we immediately started playing. "You ain't winning this one, Y/n" He said proudly, though it definitely wasn't going according to his plan. I repeatedly kept scoring points which made him groan "Dude that's not fair!" I giggled at his remark to which he shot me a glare. Next thing I know I was getting shoved "Hey! Stop cheating!" He laughed in my face. that jerk..

This continued for a bit, until I lost the game eventually. "Oh, looks like I won" He chuckled. "You kept on shoving me you asshole" I punched his arm "Now Now, don't get so feisty miss" his mouth curved into a smirk. "Don't say that" I cough out.

I walk away from the machine, my face slightly turning red, he followed right behind. I suddenly felt his hands grab my waist from behind "Don't run away from me like that" he spoke softly.

The hands that were once placed on my body left, leaving a lingering feeling. "I'm just gonna ignore the fact that you did this" I say dumbfounded, he only chuckled at me.

Han Jisung:

Jisung is an enthusiast about arcades. He loved them and he most certainly loved taking you there.

It was late at night as he suggested we'd go to the arcade, I agreed to it almost immediately.

We played some games, ate food and had a good time. Before we ended the night, he wanted to play that one shooting game that everyone was talking about. "Please y/n! Just this one last game" he whined "Fine, as long as you play fair" I reply, squinting my eyes at him. He gave me a sweet smile...oh he is definitely not gonna play fair.

Immediately we throw a coin into the machine and start shooting at the targets. I was surprisingly good at the game, which irritated him.

"How do you expect me not to cheat when you play this good?" he poked my side. "hey, no poking!" i giggle. he knows I'm a pretty ticklish person, and he uses it against me.

I kept on wiggling in my spot, missing lots of targets "Seems like I'll be winning this one" he grinned. oh I was not letting him win that easy. I pushed his arm, making him lose his balance. He gasped dramatically pulling onto my sleeve "Cheating!" I yell with a chuckle "You did it too! You're no better" he snickered. Though at the end of the game, I still managed to win. "rematch. I cant go down like this" he fell to his knees "you look ridiculous, stand up" I chuckle. "Kiss me and I might consider it" his eyes looked up at me. At that moment something felt a bit different, blush creeping up my cheeks. I shook those feelings away "Stand up before I punch you" "okay okay, no need to get violent baby" he grinned as if he knew what he was doing. "Let's go home" I sigh exhausted.

Jeongin:

It was normal for you and the members to go out and play stupid games. This day was no different.

We went to this nice new arcade that has opened around the block. Most of the boys separated into small groups, some going to the food stall, others to the race cars...me and Jeongin decided to go to the dance machines. "I bet I can score more points then you" he proclaims, I scoff at his words "Oh yeah? Show me then." I dare him.

He never goes easy on challenges. "Watch me"

He started off pretty good which annoyed me. I taunted him "wow, look at that. Ain't that good after all" I chuckle at his facial expression, he looked provoked. he eventually scored a bit over average. "That's nothing" "You try, since you think it's that easy" he huffed.

I jumped onto the machine with confidence.

Not long after I started the game he kept nudging and teasing "that score doesn't look good, y/n" "Ohh, bad move" he grinned with his stupid smile at me, I could punch his cute face..

I totally lost the game..not because I'm bad at it- I think-

"Ha, I won the bet" he poked my forehead "Don't touch me" I say with a pout. "Don't you like it when I touch you?" he asked quietly.

God, my cheeks were burning up, how can such an innocent sentence sound so dirty. "Don't say such stuff" I push him away and go down the hallway, searching for the others ''I didn't say anything bad though" He chuckled.

-Rose✩

[wambsgansshoelaces]

For that prompt list number 9 with greg I think that screams him!

FIFA

Prompt: “She did it!” “No, he did!”

Gregory Hirsch x Reader

summary: a day with greg’s nephews + FIFA shenanigans

okay so I was kind of self indulgent with this one because I play fifa all the time by myself so I was like time to pretend I’m actually playing with someone! anyway I hope you all enjoy this x I lowkey love writing greg please keep requesting him. also the picture??? on my knees

let me know what you think x

p.s. for those who don’t know, FIFA is a football/soccer video game, and a red card gets a player removed from the game

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You sit with your head pressed into the side of his shoulder, cuddled together on top of a pile of pillows and blankets. You both face the television, Xbox controllers in hand, and you’re watching as Greg spams the slide tackle button as you both play.

“You’re supposed to be learning how to strat, not trying to kill my best player,” you mutter lightheartedly, making your player run in circles so Greg can get the ball.

“Well, based on what you’ve told me, this is one of the best strategies one can employ,” he says back, the beginnings of a laugh lilting in his voice. “I break some knees, I take the red card, and then beat you. Metaphorically, though, because I’d never hit my girlfriend.” Without tearing his gaze from the TV, he plants a kiss to the side of your head.

You know he isn’t wrong. Every FIFA online game you’d ever played in your life had ended the exact same way. Your opponent takes their most useless player, commits a heinous crime on your best one, gets the one player sent off, then beats you by one goal because they killed your goal scorer and you couldn’t score.

“I don’t think that matters, because you’ve stolen the ball from me and then scored on yourself.” You laugh loudly, watching as your team celebrates on the screen.

“Hey, come on, I thought that was where I was supposed to go!”

“You literally passed it to your own keeper then ran into the goal. Come on, Greg, try!”

He sighs, leaning his head to the side so it rests against yours. “But it’s fun like this,” he says happily, sisscor kicking one of your player's legs out from under him.

“What the fuck!” The injury blinker flashes over the player. “What, no card?”

“You mean like an ace of spades? Why would I get one of those?”

You laugh, pausing the game to take out the hurt player. “You asshole. You know what you did.”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“Yes, you did!”

“No, I didn’t!”

“Then why’s my center back not have legs anymore?” you ask, watching the substitution. The player’s legs are glitching in and out of existence.

“That’s not because of me,” he insists. “That’s just bad developing.” He runs around with the ball a bit, the soft clacking of the joycon strangely soothing. “How do I shoot again?”

“Press B.”

You make all of your players run in the opposite direction, clearing the way for Greg. Jankily, he runs up to the goal, and blasts the ball over the crossbar. “I asked for shoot.”

“And I told you to press B, not suffocate it.”

The timer runs out, and you’ve won. “I hate you,” he says, dropping the controller and pulling you into his arms. “This is fun. Please never actually play against me. It’d hurt getting the shit beaten out of me.” He presses a kiss into your hair.

Greg had woken up this morning to a text message saying that his little nephews were going to be dropped off at your place. They’re his sister’s twin children, and his mother was supposed to be taking care of them, but apparently now that falls on you. In the morning, he’d rolled over to face you, phone in hand.

“I don’t know how to handle kids,” he’d said. “I think I rather famously don’t know how to handle kids.”

You were a bit upset that he’d just let his mother do whatever, but that was a conversation for another day. A much deeper, more serious one. You’d reached over, brushed back his hair with your fingers, and reassured him that you’d both do fine.

You power off the Xbox from your own controller before putting it down. “It’s only a game. And it’s only because I’ve been playing for so long.”

With a final kiss to your head, he gets to his feet, wandering into the kitchen. You stay where you are on the floor, smiling to yourself. “Do kids eat cucumbers?”

You get up to follow him, curious as to what he’s doing. After washing the vegetables, he pulls a small knife from the rack and begins cutting. “They’re children, Greg. Not toothless sharks.” He’s worrying himself too much, over thinking. You turn and pull a plate from their designated cabinet and set it next to the cutting board, Greg absentmindedly dumping the newly sliced cucumber bits onto it. “Why’re you so worried?”

He lets the knife lay on the cutting board, turning to face you, instead leaning against the cabinets. “I dunno, Y/N. It’s stupid, but I don’t want anyone to be upset with me. Not even the kids, specifically, but their mom, who’ll tell my mom…”

You frown at him, moving to retrieve a packaged thing of hummus from the fridge. You figure the children would eat the cucumbers by themselves, but if they didn’t, you’re sure you could get them to enjoy the vegetable with hummus. “One, you’re a grown man.” You tear the lid off of the hummus, nabbing a cucumber slice and dipping. “If you didn’t want to, why’d you say yes?” you ask, waving around the cucumber to help emphasize your point. Before he can say anything, you continue. “Two, they’re only here for three hours. We either take them to the park and let them run themselves to exhaustion or we just turn on the TV and be the cool aunt and uncle.” You finally pop the slice into your mouth and chew. “Good hummus.”

You leave him in the kitchen, going to slide onto the couch. The boys were due in the next five minutes. Greg turns so that he can look at you, your kitchen overlooking the living room. “Are you mad?”

You’re stretched out on the couch, scrolling through your phone. “No, I’m not. Why would I be mad?”

“I just feel like you’re upset that all of this is even happening.”

“I mean, kind of. But I’m not mad at you.”

“Okay, so you are upset,” he says, distress seeping in his voice. Before your conversation can continue, and probably turn into an argument, someone’s knocking way too loudly on your door. Greg sighs, and you sit up and watch him disappear into the hall to the front door. “Hey, Aunt- oh, okay. Yeah, we can- okay, uh, can I- oh, bye,” is all you hear before the door clicks shut. There’s an awkward pause, and you can practically hear the gears in Greg’s head grinding. You know his family frustrates him. “Hey, you two. Wanna meet the special girl I told you about?”

Although you were trying to be upset with him, and you knew you’d both need to talk seriously after all of this was over, your heart swells. You get up so that you don’t come off as rude as your boyfriend gently guides the two four-year-olds into the living room. They’re both hiding themselves behind him, one peeking around him to steal a glance at you. You wave, doing your best to seem friendly.

“Hi. What’re your names?” you ask, crouching down to their level. The one peeking leaves Greg, instead scurrying over to you.

He points at himself. “My name’s Ronnie. Ryan’s hiding. Mama says he’s too shy.”

“It’s okay to be shy sometimes.” You offer Ronnie your hand, and he takes it and shakes over enthusiastically. “I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.”

“You look like a Disney princess,” Ronnie says matter-of-factly. “Just like Uncle Greg said you would!”

You laugh, standing and throwing Greg a look. A blush is creeping up his neck, embarrassment rolling off him in waves. “Do you like cucumbers, Ronnie?”

He practically skips after you into the kitchen, and you find yourself grinning. “Yes! They’re my favorite veggie, like the song they sang in Bubble Guppies!” Ronnie isn’t tall enough to see over the counter, let alone reach, so you hand him the plate. “Always eat at the table,” he says to himself, walking carefully with the plate cupped in his hands to your breakfast table. He climbs into the chair, which looks comically large for him, and looks over at his brother.

Greg’s gotten down on one knee and is speaking quietly to the other twin. The poor boy’s face is pink, and he stares at you apprehensively. Always moving, Ronnie takes a cucumber slice, slides out of the chair, and rushes over to his brother to hand it to him.

“See, Ronnie has a snack for you,” Greg says calmly, rubbing a soothing hand up and down Ryan’s back. “Come on, buddy, what’s wrong?”

Ryan chews slowly on the cucumber, eyes still trained on you. “He doesn’t like people he doesn’t know,” Ronnie supplies loudly. “But, look, she’s nice!”

Ryan doesn’t say anything, instead raising his arms up towards Greg. Even kneeling, he’s much taller than the boy. With a sigh, he hoists Ryan into his arms and gets to his feet. Greg carries him into the living room, so you decide to stay with Ronnie, who climbs right back into the chair and scarfs down the rest of the cucumbers.

“Do you want more?” you ask, laughing. He merely shakes his head, giving you a toothy grin.

“No, thank you! I have to save space for dinner when I get home!” Before you know it, he’s scurried off again, right to his brother. He stops at the next of pillows and blankets you hadn’t bothered to clean up from earlier. He finds the Xbox controller and turns to you. “What’s this?”

You sit yourself down in the pile of fluff, beckoning for Ronnie to sit, too. “It’s so that we can play games on the TV.”

He sinks into a particularly fluffy blanket. “Can I try? Can you help me play?”

“Yeah, sure.” You boot up the Xbox, pulling open FIFA again. “Look, we can play soccer.”

“Uncle Greg, do you know how to play, too?” Ronnie asks, entranced by the graphics on screen as you choose gamemode.

“Not well,” he admits.

“How about you play for Ryan? And Y/N plays for me!”

“I think you’re rigging it for yourself, little guy,” Greg responds, laughing. He nudges Ryan gently. “How about you go get the other controller from the pretty lady for me?”

Hesitantly, Ryan nods and scurries over to you.

“Could I please have the other controller?” he asks quietly, staring right at you. You find it and press it into his hands with a smile. He climbs back onto the couch to sit with Greg.

“I’m gonna win for you, Ronnie, don’t worry. I’ll try super, super hard!” you whisper to him conspiratorially.

He dissolves into a fit of giggles, and you turn your attention to the screen to pick your team. Soon enough, you’re playing the game, tongue caught between your teeth. Greg, sticking to the only strategy he knows, makes every player he has slide tackle on yours.

“Hey, who’s the one who keeps hurting all the players?!” Ronnie asks, distressed. As soon as he asks, one of your players gets bulldozed into the ground, and the red card cut scene plays.

“She did it!” Greg says quickly, tone accusing. Ronnie turns to face you, jaw agape.

“What? No, he did it!” you exclaim, trying not to burst into laughter.

“Don’t listen to her, Ronnie, I’m the red team,” Greg insists.

“You’re the red team? You don’t even know how to pass the ball!” The player in red, currently in possession of the ball, flicks it away from the white-wearing defender, who was admittedly running the wrong direction in the first place.

Greg laughs, the damage already done.

“How could you?!” Ronnie asks.

Ryan, to your delight, lets out a giggle. “Uncle Greg’s not telling the truth! His hands aren’t doing what the red players are.”

“Eat it, Greg,” you say, finally laughing.

When the game ends, you’ve scored on him seven times, and Ronnie squeals. “I won!”

“You’re not very good, Uncle Greg,” Ryan says, coming more out of his shell every minute that passes. You decide to turn off the game, Ronnie expressing his interest in going to the nearby playground. He stumbles over himself going to put on his shoes, Ryan the opposite, calmly and deliberately tying his laces. You attempt to take Greg’s hand as you walk outside, but he pretends like he can’t see and you immediately feel it sting in your chest.

You make it to the playground, you and Greg sitting on a bench to watch his nephews play. It’s not until Ronnie and Ryan are taking turns down the slide does he say anything.

“I’m sorry. That was mean.” He scoots closer to you, actually taking your hand this time. “I’m upset and I’m taking it out on you when I shouldn’t. I’m sorry,” he repeats, looking down at you, voice sincere.

You give his hand a squeeze. “It’s okay.”

“We should probably talk later, right?” he asks meekly. You sigh, feeling bad, and lean over to kiss his cheek.

“I promise I’m not mad or upset with you or anything,” you say first, meaning it. Your thumb strokes the back of his hand absentmindedly, the way you know he likes. “But we should talk. Later,” you add, watching Ronnie run up to you with a handful of mulch, grinning widely.

The boys spend the next hour exhausting themselves, so much so that Greg has Ronnie hoisted in his arms, head buried into his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. Ryan walks alongside you, holding your hand. As you watch Greg walk in front of you, Ronnie draped over his shoulder, asleep, you feel strangely content.

At home, you watch your boyfriend carefully lower Ronnie onto the couch, giving his stomach an affectionate rub before pulling one of the plush blankets from the floor to drape it over him. Ryan lets you hoist him onto the other side of the couch, so that his legs overlap with Ronnie’s. As Ryan gets settled, Greg runs a soothing hand through the boy’s hair. As soon as his head hits the cushion, Ryan’s asleep, and so is Ronnie.

You’ve sat on the large cloth rocking chair you and Greg had invested in a few months ago. If you’re honest, it’s one of the best purchases you’ve ever made. He comes to join you, squishing in at your side and winding an arm around you.

“I don’t know why you think you’re bad with kids,” you murmur, keeping your voice low as to not wake anyone up. Both your legs are tucked under you, Greg using one of his feet to gently rock the two of you back and forth. “It’s nice watching you with them.”

“I just get worried,” he tells you, “that they’re not getting enough from me.”

“You do more than enough,” you point out. “They obviously love you very much. You take good care of them.”

“Regardless, it’s because you bring out the best in me,” he says into your hair. “I… I still need to do better, though. I should’ve asked you before I agreed to anything.”

Your hand smooths across his stomach. “I’m really not upset or anything.”

“Still.”

“They’re cute. They’re polite. I don’t mind taking care of them.”

He presses a kiss to your scalp. "You know, one day I'll beat you at that stupid game."

"FIFA? In your dreams, Egghead."

He tilts your head up so that he has access to your lips and kisses you gently.

“I love you very much.”

“I love you more.”

[vansmissingcheek]

Girlfriend Taissa Headcannons

warnings: cursing, light angst, light smut, general fluff, and Taissa being a goober 🤍

- Taissa loves flustering people. Feeling one step ahead of everyone else. Scoring effortlessly and doing it flawlessly. That’s what people learn to love or hate about her.

- My god did you love it.

- When you met Taissa Turner you were both newly 18. Having recently graduated highschool and enrolled at Columbia, you shared your common major of Pre-Law, and shadowed the same professor.

- Professor Johnson was not what either of you were expecting. This man had a PhD and yet he could barely keep himself together. He was intelligent, no doubt about that, but he was older and significantly erratic. His classes were disorderly and difficult to mesh into if you were not well acquainted with his philosophys.

- Constantly preferring to wear funky patterns and quaff his grey hair over the balding patch at the top of his head. His beard was medium length and he tended to collect small oddities that littered his desk.

- When you ran into one another on the way to his room you’d originally thought she was kind of a bitch. She didn’t say she was sorry, she just ran. Imagine your surprise when you walked into the lecture hall and found her waiting expectantly.

“Hey,” You nodded your chin up at her as you made your way down to his desk. He had been running late, and as you grew to know him- this would be expected.

“Hey,” This girl looked at you with wide brown eyes and it became pretty obvious that they could be easy to fall into if you weren’t careful. “I’m Tai.” She held out a strong right hand and you shook it. She was somewhat cold, the dreary day adding moisture to her skin. Little did you know Taissa was actually just sweaty.

-When she’d run into you she just cursed and trotted away. You’d looked over at her quick figure as it tore down the hallway. After a moment you gathered your things and collected your bearings. I mean who does that. You’d still be angry if you hadn’t found yourself twenty minutes into a conversation with the girl responsible.

-She was crazy smart, I mean there’s an expectation for a Brown scholar to be above average but damn. She was well equipped to discuss truly anything, and you couldn’t help but find yourself wanting to know her. Really know her.

-From then on you both grabbed coffee together on Wednesdays. You knew she drank a lot more than someone probably should but you didn’t question it.

- Here’s the thing- Taissa wasn’t, in any way shape or form, an open book. You had to really pry some things out of her. Ordinary things about herself nonetheless. I mean family stuff sure but the stupid shit, really? You spent three days trying to get her to tell you her favorite color.

- The months dragged on and Taissa grew more and more open. Questions were answered like where she grew up, and the fact she played soccer. Although, she wouldn’t really talk much about the team. Instead she would want to talk about you. She’d even take you to places she’d heard of with good food. Food that you’d said you liked maybe once.

-Taissa is a very caring person, but she’s also such an asshole. You were hanging out at a bar on a Saturday night and it had been months since you met. She was looking at you like she was sizing you up. It was sending a chill down your spine every time she let out a breathy laugh. Even occasionally grinning at you while you shifted under her gaze. You talked, well rambled, about anything you could think of. The color of the bar stools, the music playing, the color of Taissa’s eyes. The red brown brick color shining back at you as you spoke. That stupid smile on her face that drove you insane. When you had finally stopped talking she downed the rest of her rum and coke and turned to you, motioning her head towards the door once and extending her hand. You looked at her for a second and then grabbed hold of her outstretched palm.

-When Taissa finally made a move on you there was so many feelings. You were both scared to mess this up but the semester was ending and the future was coming. So she kissed you in her car on a Tuesday afternoon. Not because she was running out of time, but because she was actually losing her mind. The weeks had amalgamated into one jumbled mess in her head. She could hardly focus in class. She could hardly wait till Wednesday morning. She was so gone for you and she hated feeling so powerless. So she took it back.

- The kiss was hard and purposeful. She pressed her lips firmly to yours in one of the parking lots of the university. She gripped onto your jaw for dear life while your own hands found her shoulders. The moment the kiss broke you were pulling her over into the passenger seat. Her knees falling to the sides of your own. Short huffs of laughter escaping as she kissed you more eagerly now, gripping at the hair at the nape of your neck.

-After that Taissa really was a dick. For a little while she didn’t call or text. She missed coffee that Wednesday too. It took you showing up on her door step to ask her if she was done being a little bitch, for her to come back to you.

-She’s such a fucking goober though. She knows everything about you and uses that knowledge to spoil you any chance she gets. She loves feeling like she’s doing something right, it’s not that she asks for assurance it’s that you provide it until it’s expected.

-So when the semester ends you find yourself moving back with Taissa to New Jersey. You find yourself kissing her in your shitty car at 8pm. All after getting groceries and living your younger lives together. Although it’s great, Taissa has never been one to calm down.

-Even as she clings to the hinges of stability, she wants excitement. She strays from monotonous routines and instead finds new ways to branch out.

- Tai like to go out a lot. It’s her time to let loose and drink shitty beer. Even as you both reenter the college scene, Taissa wants to experience life. That doesn’t mean she’s looking at anyone else though, she wants you right there with her. Even if you’re just a rock she can circle back to once she’s hit her limit. Drinking and dancing and dragging you out with her onto the floor. My god her eyes are hard to tear yourself away from in moments like these. Even as it nears 1 o’clock and you know she has an 8 am tomorrow.

-She loves sharing clothes. Finding it so endearing to see you wearing one of her crewnecks as you walk through the apartment. Her hands finding your hips and her lips your neck while you cook breakfast. She starts swaying with you while you stir the pancake batter. Humming softly into the crook of your neck. This is nice. This is safe.

- As Taissa gets older the time spent outside of your shared home grows thinner and thinner. She enjoys these quiet moments a whole lot more than the scene she used to drag you out to. She is so full of love. Taissa wants to be with the one person who understands her or at the very least always tries to. Plus, if she wants to take politics seriously she has to buckle down.

- My god does she look good in a suit. The constant sneaking off while you’re at conferences together is questionable for sure. Who can blame you when she looks like THAT??

- She knows it too, she’s so fucking proud. Smirking down at you every time she catches your eye. This woman is tall, and strong, and smart. You’re doomed.

- Hushed breaths are crammed into her shoulder. Her blazer is torn off and strewn across the counter. The silky button up that hid underneath stifles all of the sounds she wishes she could hear. You both know it’s too risky for that though.

- Taissa’s fingers are moving quickly and your eyes are struggling to stay open. She’s whispering things about how pathetic it is that you couldn’t wait till you got home, her voice thick with lust. Your form is sat on the counter of this too-nice-restroom and the door is bolted.

- This becomes pretty standard practice at these events. Always allowing Taissa to blow off some frustration and allowing you to ogle your girlfriend in a less bothered way. She is obviously still going to tease you about it every time though.

- In your average day to day experience, Taissa is very caring. Always learning new things to impress you grow her knowledge of the world around her. Fun facts that she learns are always shared over huffs of laughter at the dining table.

- I think Tai generally finds things like puzzles, board games, and Quality Time pretty important. However, i’d say that her love language lies closer to Acts of Service. She wants someone reliable and ready for a challenge in the same way that she is.

- Always doing things without having to be asked, and providing the base from which she can always come down to. She couldn’t be with a carbon copy of herself though. She wants to win at everything, and no one beats Taissa Turner, not even herself.

- Her competitiveness can become a lot for anyone though. She’s sometimes so blinded by her own pride that it can be hard for her to assess a situation in its entirety. You have to work through that often and peel back the layers as she tends to guard herself often.

- The holidays are the best. Staying in with her is like winning the fucking lottery. I know she’s into all that wife level stuff. Bringing you breakfast in bed. Offering to draw you a bath, at the low price of an extra body, and sitting in one another’s company while watching films.

- Domesticity is so natural now. Growing into the love you found in the hallways of a college. It’s a story you both never forget to tell at parties, and when you graduated Brown, the both of you ditched the after parties to drink on the river together. Planning the life before you.

- Now it’s sitting in your lap, on your sofa, as Taissa brushes soft nails over the skin of your back slowly pulling you into a deep sleep.

More Taissa content is sure to be headed your way soon. I hope you enjoyed and take a look at my Taissa Masterlist for more! 🤍

[katmaibearfan]

Hey there! Man, hearing about that situation is maddening, but jerks are gonna be jerks and I suppose all we can hope for is them getting banned & fined.

Aside from that, I was wondering if you've got any insight into why (in that statement from Naomi Boak) it's noted that some folks would be calling for less support for the Conservancy with this news? I'm just a bit confused; personally, if I had the cash, I'd want to donate more hearing how there's bears getting bullied!

before i start the longer answer to this i want to note that it was only one or maybe two commenters, and they got a lot of pushback from the community on their comments calling for boycotts, because many people (myself included) think that such calls for boycott are misguided at best.

Anyways. My understanding is that there is a minority of people who believe that more human attention from Fat Bear Week, which is run by the Katmai Conservancy, is the cause of this harassment. Personally, i don't really think that is true (katmai national park was the 6th least visited national park in 2023, for starters) but even if it somehow was true, the solution would be to give Katmai Conservancy and Katmai National Park more resources, not less -- because they currently need more rangers and more staff at the park, and they cannot currently afford it. Boycotting Katmai Conservancy because a couple of people were assholes is like cutting funding from schools with bad standardized test scores -- it achieves exactly the opposite of the stated intentions.

Also, i saw at least one person imply that Katmai Conservancy/Katmai National Park was ignoring the incident, which is obviously not true. Katmai staff and Park Rangers put in a lot of effort to make sure people behave respectfully around the bears, and as Naomi said, this incident happened after most rangers had stopped their duties for the day -- sure, they didn't have an official statement out instantly, but i think its unreasonable for anyone to have expected them to. Also, like, there will always be people who act irresponsibly and/or dangerously. There is only so much that can be done to prevent these things, and Katmai is already doing everything they can with the resources they have.

At the end of the day, i don't see how withholding money helps anyone, especially not the bears that these people claim to want to protect so much. Katmai National Park and Preserve is a very important place to protect, and supporting the Katmai Conservancy is the main vehicle we have for actually continuing to protect it.

[random-autie-fangirl]

Hey, Do you have any Chara headcanons?

So technically I already have a reblogged post of Chara headcanons. Right here, within the tags. (99+) Chara neutralist squad on Tumblr

However, I most certainly have not run out of things to talk about and so...

I now present Chara Dreemurr headcanons 2: Electric Boogaloo

1. Yes, so as I said before, they have been spotted reading the dictionary cover to cover multiple times and reads english grammar books for fun. It is like they have to use one word literally nobody understands at least once a day or they will figuratively die. And of course, they would be the one to say figuratively every single time they use a metaphor or hyperbole or turn of phrase and they would get genuinely annoyed with anyone who says literally when they don't literally mean literally. Chara is the kind of kid who if someone says "can I", they will say "I don't know, can you?" like an english teacher because it's supposed to be "may I" for allowances. And, Azzy, it's supposed to be "Chara and I" not "me and Chara" ...no-one cares.

2. Something vocabulary related is that Chara absolutely, categorically refuses to swear! Apparently, contradictory to popular belief given that they're an "edgy" character, they think they are far too intelligent, high-class and mature for such gauche and vulgar words (did I mention they're a loser yet?), you see, and they would definitely consider using words that mean almost nothing to be a grave insult to their extensive vocabulary.

This doesn't mean they don't have certain stock phrases they use as exclamations or insults, though, of course. "asshole" or "bitch" becomes "you complete and utter ingrate", "what the fuck/hell?" becomes "What on this good earth/What in the Angel's name?" and "fuck you" becomes "may the angel smite you dead" or "may you burn in hell forevermore" (except that since Chara Dreemurr has proved themselves able to dish out much, much worse insults than "may the angel..." (stuff like "you look horrible, why are you even alive" for example) this might just be more annoyance than genuine hatred.)

So basically, while a normal person might say "Ow! Fuck!" when they stub their toe on something, Chara "Sesquipedalian loquaciousness" Dreemurr starts up an anime villain speech at nothing in particular while Asriel giggles and possibly records in the background. (Because of Asriel's apparent love for anime, he'd probably find his sibling's way of speaking to be the coolest thing ever as well as thinking it makes Chara some sort of uber-genius (note: it does not))

3. Okay so, since they tend to fixate on being impeccable in every way, even for the smallest of things, they can get embarrassed very easily and...very dramatically. Not finding the best word for every situation (particularly if they end up saying something wrong), not getting a perfect score on the test, anyone (who isn't the Dreemurrs) seeing them when their appearance is anything less than completely spotless.

They shall freeze and go completely blood red, they shall squeal and run off to their room. They will lie face down, not making a sound, and stay there for...hours. They will not respond, they will not be consoled. They have recently learnt they're not literally the best at everything ever and no, nothing will ever be okay again.

...They'll be back to normal within a day, though, boastful and eager to impress as ever. I think at some point they do learn that maybe not being perfect isn't the end of the world...eventually. Anyway, heard someone saying that hell exists for Flowey and it is minor inconveniences and that is true but hell also exists for Chara and it is minor embarrassments.

(Yes, I am aware this is very exaggerated, it's just more fun that way)

They have an equally dramatic, though positive, reaction to praise and compliments. Giddily skipping around and smiling ear to ear for hours, they tend to preen and straighten up, and it turns out they were lying and can cry, (a lot) just not out of sadness or fear. Though, they do get somewhat good at downplaying how much they care in front of acquaintances or strangers (even if they are nice and polite about it). Technically, only the Dreemurrs are allowed to know that Chara feels emotions.

(Also they have the same reaction to realising they are in fact the prophesied angel in the murder run, despite not being a praiseworthy accomplishment in any way, they're just happy to be, well...special. They always knew the prophecy was about them! Of course they were the angel, they're the best person in the world after all, finally they have the title they always deserved! Oh dear...)

[violetwitch12087]

When you're walking down the street to go home you bump into something or someone a silver headed mutant and when you guys become best friends and you go over to his house his mom loves you and as you're about to beat his high score on his arcade game he tries to stop you but you have an idea..

Clumsy

I walk down the street my backpack on my back going home from school when suddenly i bump into something i fall and land on my butt but my hands cushioned my fall i look up too see a silver headed actually really cute boy

He has dimples you can barley see when hes not smiling perfect lips a silver jacket a pink Floyd shirt and black jeans i thought i was the clumsy one it was almost like he appeared out of no where well maybe hes a mutant since his hair is literally silver

We look at each other for a moment before he quickly stands up and puts a hand out for me which i gladly take "sorry for running into you" he says and i shrug my shoulders a bit "its whatever at least you aren't a asshole" i say and he smiles his dimples more defiant

"And at least you didnt use your backpack to hit me a whole bunch of times" he says and a laugh escapes my lips and he looks down at my lips almost thinking of something but i just met him i dont wanna push him already "you're really pretty" he mutters out regret filling his face after but a blush just appears on my cheeks making butterflies in my stomach erupt

"Thank you" i mutter softly and nervously if theres one thing i hate about myself is my anxiety and nervousness i clear my throat trying to look more confident and put my hand out "my names y/n" i say and i see his eyes light up a bit "peter" he says taking my hand in his, his hand engulfing mine thats so attractive holy shit

I shake his hand our handshake lasting longer then it shouldve but im not complaining "can i uh maybe have your number? If you dont wanna give me it its fine I've gone through that before and stuff you know like really its fine" peter starts rambling and i laugh again softly before i grab his phone and put my number in it putting my name and a heart next to it

I pass the phone back to him and he looks down at the contact almost in disbelief before he looks back at me a smile going back on his face "thanks" he says and i nod softly "text me later handsome" i say before i breeze past him my arm touching his before i start walking home thinking of peter the entire time when i finally get home i put my backpack down and change before flopping onto my bed and i feel a vibration from my pocket i pull out my phone and see a random number texted me and i open it

'hey sweetheart its peter or should i say handsome?' he teases making me blush even more damn it i barley met him and i get butterflies when i even so much as think about him 'oh yeah? Okay babe i need to go to bed ill text you tomorrow?' i send and wait a moment before he responds 'yeah text me when you're free my love' he says and i squeal covering my face with my hands we barley met what the fuck but he's really cool i mean he listens to pink floyd i think i might really get along with him

I close my eyes pulling the blanket closer to me as i fall asleep peter stuck in my mind all night

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The next day after school i walk down the same path where i met peter i would be lying if i said I didn't hope i saw peter when i feel a gust of wind infront of me i look up and am met with the eyes of speak of the devil, peter.

"Hey sweetheart" he says and i roll my eyes playfully "hey handsome" i say and i see a smile appear on his face "where ya headed off too?" He asks and i shrug "i might actually go to the store i needa pick up some things" i say and he nods "well can i go with you?" He asks and i look up at him before nodding and we start heading to the store

We get to the store and we walk inside going to get bread and milk and just the essentials and all that and before i could walk up to pay and scan my stuff i end up in the blink of an eye in the cart moving fastly for a split second and were outside i look around and see peter pushing the cart "what the hell was that for pete?" I ask and he shrugs a smug grin on his face "well with my mutation lets just say i don't really pay for a lot of stuff i cant resist it" he says "kleptomaniac" i murmur under my breath playfully and he nudges me with his elbow "exactly" he says making me smile

"Okay now i have to walk all the way to my house while holding these bags" i whine resting my hands on the cart and resting my head onto my hands covering my face "who says you alone?" He says and i smile lifting my head up "okay here's how its gonna work you grab the bags and put them on your wrists and hands and stuff and ill carry you to your house" he says and i look at him in disbelief

"What you dont believe me or somethin?" He asks and i shake my head "okay fine grab the bags" he says and i grab them putting my arm through the holes in the bag and peter walks over to me and picks me up bridal style making me squeal "omg peter please dont drop me" i say "im not that weak you know" he says rolling his eyes playfully making me smile "okay lay your head against my chest" he says and i look up at him confused "so you dont get whiplash" he says like it was obvious "oh" i mutter softly and rest the side of my head and face against his chest. Totally not enjoying this

In a flash we end up at the corner of the store and i give peter directions every time we stop and we make it to my house way quicker than if we walked i turn to peter "stay right here i havent said bye yet" i say and he smiles slightly as i go inside and set the bags onto the counter and walk back outside i go over to peter and pull him into a hug which he surprizingly accepts

My arms wrapped around his neck my head on his shoulder his arms wrapped around my waist securely i smile and give peter a peck on the cheek lingering it a bit "thank you handsome" i say softly "no problem sweetheart" he says and we finally pull away from each other despite my body and mind and heart yearning to hold him close to me again "ill text you later" i say and he nods "okay talk to you later" he says and i send him a wink before walking into my house and i start putting groceries away

After a while i end up finishing and i go to bed peter stuck in my mind like everytime

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It has been a couple weeks now maybe a month and a half since me and peter met and started flirting and my feelings for him have sky rocketed i talk to him every day and night i think about him i even have dreams about him

Today i actually dont have school its the weekend and i really wanna see peter i dont know he just makes me so happy and we really get along hes so sweet to me i pick up my phone and press his contact 'hey handsomeee i dont have school today what ya doin?' i text him and wait for an answer which comes quick (pun intended) (get it cs hes fast? No? Okay my bad😭)

'hey sweetheart im really just bored you wanna hang out?' he sends and i smile 'of course i always wanna hang out with my favorite person' i say 'awe ur so sweet ill meet you at the same meet up spot' he says 'okay im heading out now see you in a bit' i send and i turn off my phone before putting it in my pocket and i start heading out the front door

I walk to go down the same trail where me and peter met that day and look around for peter when someone grabs my shoulders from the back and shakes me a bit "boo!" Peter says making me jump "god peter you scared the fuck out of me" i say raising my hand to hit him on his arm he saw this hit from miles away but let my hand come in contact with his arm (cs hes such a sweetheart)(god i love him)

"I had to do it" he says shrugging his shoulders and i roll my eyes playfully "what do you wanna do?" I ask as we start walking "okay dont make this seem weird but do u maybe wanna come over to my place?" He says and i immediately nod "of course i dont mind you're my bestfriend after all" why did i say that no i wanna be more than friends peter god im so stupid

Peter walks behind me making me confused before he bends down and picks me up bridal style again making me smile and i lay my head against his chest again and in a flash were infront of a pretty good looking house and peter slowly sets me down "thank you" i say softly "your welcome" he says smiling at me before we start heading to the front door

He opens it and we walk in "ma im home i have a friend" he yells "im in the kitchen" someone responds im guessing his mom since he called her ma we walk down to the kitchen where im met with a lady with brown almost blond hair in a ponytail to the side she seems sweet hopefully shes as sweet as peter is?

"Hi ms maximoff" i say putting my hand out and the lady seems taken back she smiles and takes my hand in hers "nice to meet you.."

"Y/n" i say "oh nice to meet you y/n you seem like a sweetheart, you and pete a thing or what cause she isnt that bad and i wouldnt mind" she says making a blush appear on my face a small laugh building inside of me "unfortunately me and peter are just friends, even if i wish we were together" i mumble the last part thinking she didnt hear it but oh she did "and she is a sweetheart thats what i call her" peter says and i have to look away to not show myself flustered

"Well me and y/n are gonna hang out downstairs" peter says as were about to start walking when his mom stops me she pulls me close to her and puts her mouth close to my ear "peters been gushing about a girl recently and i heard him say her name and it sounds like yours if you wish you guys were together then maybe go for it you only meet someone once and you seem like you would take care of pete and keep him in line" she says and i nod "and if he does like me i will ill treat him so well ill keep him off your shoulders i know how much energy he could have" i say and she smiles before i head back towards peter and we head down the steps to the house basement guess he lives down here its fine it looks actually kinda cool

"What did my mom say to you" peter asks as i look around and start to walk to a arcade machine peter has wow i want one of these "nothing important" i lie starting a game moving the joystick peter stands up and walks over to me standing next to me watching the screen as well after a couple moments im almost about to beat peters high score when he starts trying to take my hand off the joystick

Without thinking i grab peters collar and pull him close to me and place a quick kiss on his lips making him pause and look at me confused after a second i keep going and then i finally die i excitedly jump up and down "i won! I beat you peter!" I taunt starting to turn towards him when my lower back is pushed into the game peters hands on my waist my arms reach up to wrap around peters neck he looks down at me with doeful eyes

He starts to lean down our lips teasing each other as we barely touch then finally our lips connect we move our lips against one another my hands pulling him impossibly closer by his neck his arms wrap around my waist pulling me flat against him before he lets one arm go and gently puts his hand on my cheek as we kiss softly not wanting to let each other go our lips finally separate and he looks down at me while i look up at him looking into his beautiful brown eyes i dream of

"So uh you have a boyfriend?" He jokes nervously "yeah his names peter" i say before i grab his face with my hands and lay more kisses to his soft lips which he gratefully accepts kissing me back more relaxed and freely than the first time making me smile into the kiss causing him to smile as well

We pull away and i turn back to the game peters arm wraps around my waist as he watches me playing the game i couldnt be happier....

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This is the cutest thing I've ever seen omg i love this with my whole heart i love peter so much hes such a sweetheart hes a lover boy god i wish this was real😭 anyways i love you a lot as well you mean so much to me you dont even understand *mwah mwah mwah* bye bye my love

[popponn]

hi dear, hru? if i could eat your theme for breakfast, lunch and dinner I'd die a happy human it's super cute and crunchy even though i forever will memorise the green themes you'll still manage to pull it off

BUT i genuinely need your opinion on bllk side characters (shidou, ness, aiku, barou and maybe karasu) rate them spell your favourite and last favourites because I'm ready to set up a chair with side of tea and listen to them rambles :3

im currently running away from deadline hello. pls don't tell them im here bae : D (i really need to lock in);;;; my love, as someone whose country is full of sour strawberries you kinda scare me. but i heard overseas strawberries are sweet tho so!!! also girl :(( im :((( wait im bad with praises but pls know i love ur themes and u especially skskdhfsf

now. to my bullshit. (please do know YOU are asking for this okay ^^) so while i put my yappings down the read more to spare some poor souls, tldr: honestly i cant really pick faves simply because my ass is indecisive as hell and i constantly switch rankings lololol and like when it comes to fictional character honestly as long as they manage to catch my eyes (whether by being amusing, complicated and so on) they are immediately an okay to me. and bllk is pretty good at making entertaining charas no matter how much of an asshole they are. so, yeah, this ranking rn is more of "what i can see from whatever spotlight was given to them and how much it makes my personal taste raises an eyebrow character-wise rn": aiku > shidou > ness = barou > karasu (give crow man more spotlight im begging)

shidou: honestly he is like. a force of nature himself. and also remember that one trivia on why he cries? yeah, that trivia honestly raise him up so much in my eyes it's kinda insane. but he is hard to write because i do n o t get him. i wish i do tho, he seems interesting and he praised isagi. already a pretty cool guy in my book, if we ignore the whole other package on the side but hey what is someone without spice. solid 8/10. the fact the first person he really kinda gets on with was sae is also hilarious. like talk about not seeing it coming. common knowledge that bllk side charas deserves more screentime bUT BOY. does this guy really deserve and need it (going back to isagi for a bit but i really want to see isagi work with types he really clashes with like shidou and reo. not even as a simp, but isg is our main pov so. like. isagi dissect this guy's brain pls. or hey light novel pls)

ness: despite his whole relationship with isagi i don't wanna deck him the same way i do to kaiser. absolute soggy wet meow meow to me, whoever calls him babygirl has taste. if i have to say anything is that i really hope his growth will be outside of kaiser. when a character is connected to much to another character in a canon setting, let's just say i can see why people like it but i prefer it when the narrative forces them to face the horror and save themselves in one way. honestly, a goofy guy who i wish to see develop more in the same way barou did. like we know kaiser will (unless the plot twist is twisting) but seeing a character like him who gets stereotyped as a "masochistic, dependent sidekick" by most getting more dimension and spotlight? yeah honestly i really want that. but for now... yeah im sorry but my personal score is 6/10 (but i really hope he will rise up because him being a dark horse in the narrative will be a breath of fresh air honestly)

aiku: i left bllk the first time right before u20 so let me tell you how amused i am when this guy is more than what i expected. if bllk wc team doesn't have him as captain im asking ego WHY. like as a captain? aiku really got my respect. like his canon cheating aside, one of the most decent dudes who can admit their faults out loud. if bllk was about defender instead of striker he would SHINE as a main rival. he kinda already does tho. the whole cop roleplay with isagi was so funny in an amusing way. honestly i really like his writing as a character. very mature, but his selfish bet was really telling of the another side of his character too. 7.5/10. minus point because i cant write him and im mad about it!!! (aka in all serious: 8.5)

barou: first time reading bllk, when isagi chose him i think it becomes one of those moments that really cements bllk. like?? the canon fodder villain who usually was just relevant in the first arc???? become one of the main rivals now???? also he is so housewife and why lmao. also put him and rin in a room. it will either end with a massacre or just them ignoring each other. honestly tho, he is funny to me because this guy has the Deep Voice but then he opens his mouth, call himself king, also dye his hair before uber vs bm match, and i remember how he truly is lmao. also the bowling and his whole dynamic with nagi are so entertaining. like nagi doesn't have to try to piss him off. hilarious. as a chara, 7/10, minus point simply because while dating him in rl sounds like a healthier option, i like my man a blaring red flag. on field a 9/10 because his whole asshole personality comes out and things get interesting

karasu: this guy is like. i am really mixed about him because i think fanon give him more dimension and raises more interesting points than canon has done him so far. but honestly, considering self aware he was and the rare moments the series gave him? he is an interesting character to have in a sport manga. this guy is realistic as shit, and he is also very self-aware of his own downsides. like. read his trivia. this guy is interesting honestly. another one i wish will work with isagi simply just to see more of him. also he is such a little shit but he is funny about it so it's okay. so, yeah, canon wise i don't really can say much about him (yet? idk). but there is this version of him i seen in a gen fic from the red white holy websites of fanfic that just makes me: yo. i wanna see more spotlight on this crow. so uhhhh 6/10 too?

[sugartitstownley]

So, Trevor has a smiley tattoo on his wrist. I decided to write a little something about it. Takes place pre-Ludendorff. Warning: Homophobic language and descriptions of violence and murder.

Trevor’s breath comes out jagged as he stands surrounded by dead bodies in the otherwise empty parking lot. He walks towards his stolen car, glaring at one of the bodies on the ground— the man who started it all.

“Move out of my fuckin’ way,” Trevor spits as he pushes past a group of guys.

The tallest man in the group doesn’t move all that much; Instead, choosing to invade Trevor’s space by stopping him in his tracks with a hand on his shoulder.

Trevor groans, not at all in the mood for this bullshit. He only came to this stupid 24/7 minimart to grab a few cases of beer to take back to the motel room that Michael’s waiting at.

Wanting to hurry back to Michael, he pushes the stranger’s hand off, choosing to ignore the familiar feeling of rage bubbling in his stomach.

“Hey, why don’t you watch who you’re talking to, faggot.”

Trevor stops, turning sharply around and grabbing the taller man’s throat with one quick move. “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

“I saw you with your boyfriend yesterday,” the man says, his words slurring together as Trevor’s grip becomes tighter around his neck. “He wouldn’t want you speaking to us like that, would he?”

“My boyfriend would kick your ass too,” Trevor growls. “But don’t worry, he won’t have to.”

One of the other guys lunges at Trevor, trying to pull his arms away from their friend. “You’re going to kill him, freak! Do that and your faggy boyfriend will be dead!”

Trevor shoves the tall guy to the ground and takes a few steps back, pulling his gun from his belt loop and pointing it at the men before any of them can realize it.

Fury boils in Trevor’s blood as the guys look on in fear. “Don’t you fuckin’ talk about him like that!”

Shots ring off around them as the guys take off running. They sprint towards safety, but Trevor's anger-induced rampage is no match for them. One by one, bodies fall to the ground, and their lives are over as quickly as they started.

Trevor breaks his glare at the dead man laying at his feet and gets in the car. Choosing to forgo getting the beer and leave before the cops show up, he starts it up and makes his way back to the motel.

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Before the door is even fully open, Trevor can hear the shower water running while the walls vibrate with sounds of classic rock coming from the tape player.

"Hey, I got a VHS tape we can watch," Michael says, his voice carrying through the bathroom door of the small, shabby room. "Put the beer in the fridge 'til I'm done."

"I, uh, didn't get the beer, Mikey," Trevor admits, kicking off his shoes and stripping down his blood-coated clothes and dropping them in a pile in the corner. "Ran into some trouble."

Trevor doesn't get the chance to continue before he hears the water shutting off and Michael emerging from the bathroom with a towel around his waist. He drops his gaze down his friend's body, watching as little remnants of water trickle down his skin.

"What kind of trouble?"

Trevor smirks, shrugging. "The usual."

"Cops?"

"Nah, nothing like that, buddy," Trevor assures, pointing over to his clothes in the corner. "Assholes."

He sees Michael follow his gesture with a confused look before realization takes over, and he turns back to Trevor.

"What the fuck happened?"

"I told you," Trevor says, opening up a duffle bag on the floor, pulling out a pair of black sweatpants, and sliding them on. "I ran into some assholes who gave me trouble."

Michael curses under his breath, making his way back into the bathroom and shutting the door.

Trevor knows his running buddy is less than thrilled with him. They pulled a score only a few days prior and need to be lying low for the time being. He briefly wonders if Michael will leave the room like he sometimes does when he's mad at something Trevor has done, but the fear is immediately dispelled when he feels Michael drop down beside him on the bed—now, fully clothed in a tank top and shorts.

"What really happened, Trevor?"

"It's nothing to worry about, M. I took care of it, and nobody tailed me here. I'm not an amateur anymore."

"I get that," Michael sighs. "But that doesn't mean we should go crazy right after—”

Trevor growls, his teeth grinding together. "I fuckin' know, okay? Christ. They thought we were lovers."

"Uh, okay," Michael falters, his face twisting up in puzzlement. "So? I wouldn't, uh, think you'd care about that, man."

"I don't." Trevor scoffed. "I care about them speaking to me like they can get away with it. I care about them calling you a fag and thinking they will live to see another day. I care about them being so goddamn naive!"

Feeling his heart rate quicken and hands shake against the black fabric of his pants, he looks over at Michael to try and ground himself in the moment, but he's only met with the back of his head.

Trevor tries to steal a glimpse at what his best friend thinks is so damn important right now, but he doesn't get the chance to dwell before Michael's facing him again—this time, a pen in hand.

"What are you doing?" Trevor asks.

Michael doesn't answer, but he doesn't need to. Only seconds later, Trevor feels his running partner grab his hand and turn his wrist over. He watches carefully as Michael pops the lid off of the pen with his teeth and spits it to the floor.

The pen hits his wrist and the ink tickles his skin for only a split second before Michael pulls away with a grin.

Trevor looks down at the poorly drawn smiley face, raising an eyebrow. "Really? This is your bright idea to calm me down?"

"It worked, didn't it?" Michael's grin widens in triumph. "Your hands ain't shakin' anymore."

"What? So now every time I look at it, I'm supposed to think of you or some bullshit?"

"If it helps you stay a little happier and not give a shit about what people think to the point of killing them, then yeah," Michael shrugs, dropping the pen onto the nightstand beside him. "I'll try anything to keep your ass from blowin' our cover. Give it a shot."

Trevor pauses, a mocking quip on the end of his tongue. But rather than say it, he shakes his head, his lips pulling up into a small smirk. "Anything for you, Mikey."

-

The next day, Trevor finally makes his way to the liquor store to grab the beer, and just for the hell of it, he stops by the tattoo parlor and tattoos over Michael's drawing. He's not sure that his anger can be contained by a shitty smiley face drawing, but, like Michael said, he'll sure as hell give it a shot.

[titanicfreija]

"Hey-hey, New Light!"

Freija dismissed the call, not recognizing the voice and not wanting to deal with anyone that could tell how young she was. It didn't help. The Hunter caught up to her and slapped her back with a clap of armor. "Hey, hey, hey, I saw the score, and I wanted you to know that I only did as good as I did because of you, okay?"

Freija blinked at the ground, eventually daring to lift her head when the Hunter didn't vanish.

"Are you new? Or returning after a long absence?" asked the Hunter, putting a hand on Freija's pauldron. "I'm Lin Po," he said then, and he took his helmet off to reveal a fair-skinned dark-haired human head. "Me and Delta over there are headed out for drinks, wanna come? We wanted to catch as many as we could on the way out, we've been in the same pool for a while now. Gives me a sense of camaraderie when we end up fighting with and against in the same runs, you know?"

Again, Freija blinked at him, not sure how to respond. Mostly she wanted to shower and ask Rise to remog all her armor so no one would recognize her on sight-- being reassured and invited out didn't feel real for some reason.

Lin Po saw someone behind Freija and she turned before he even moved. "Hey!"

"Oi," they replied, and Freija looked over to see a black-clad Hunter still in their Knucklehead. "Hey, it's you," they said to Freija, pointing. "How do you cap points like that? You came out on top every match, even when I was running with you."

"I died twice as often," Freija pointed out. "That's part of the trick," she sighed then and she buried her head under an arm. "I haven't recovered from the loss of an old piece of equipment. Shaxx said it was boring and unfair."

A sympathetic look crossed the bunch, and Freija felt much better about accepting the invitation.

"Hang on, I'll message the guys I was with," said the new Hunter.

~

The bar set a room aside for what they predicted would be a fairly big crowd, and the Guardians milled in to pay for a round each and hover around to discuss "business". Freija's misery led to an exchange of stories around rule changes, bans on devices and tools, and various other means by which Shaxx kept the Crucible from being unfair, and the fighters slowly learned names of their killers after recognizing the causes of death strapped to their back, and got to know them over discussions of the morning.

"You're the Warlock with that damn Igneous Hammer!"

"Getting shot really knocks your spatial awareness, I can't find the doors anymore."

"Wait, you're that Stasis Hunter with the void scout, aren't you? Green glowy Ghost?"

"Man, what happened? I felt kinda bad for shooting you that time."

"You! You're the one that ruined my twenty-streak!"

"Hell, I tried to tag along with you but you move like lightning! And I'm the Striker! You're... what, Void?"

"Yeah, you got me, but I got you back, tap for tap."

"Hey, you know you've got a gun, right? You kept trying to hit people instead of shooting them."

"Some dumbass kept storming the point by themselves, taking on like five of us at a time. Practically suicide. I wish Shaxx wouldn't do that to the Kinderguardians. Back in my day--"

"Back in our day, you spent a lot more time hungry and sober. Enjoy the luxury."

Freija enjoyed listening, even when someone was clearly talking shit about her or whining. Her comrades were pretty good about keeping talk about each other civil, and a few of them were stuck-up and proud of themselves (they were good but that didn't give them room to be assholes).

Except there'd been a Titan in blue circling the room, which was odd, until Freija spotted why he was circling-- Two other Titans following-- or chasing-- him.

Pretty obviously, he wanted to be here but couldn't find a way to escape the only reasons he apparently didn't want to be here. The other two Titans in matching steel armor followed and usually didn't directly interact, but he'd still get unsettled and move to the next group or next seat.

"Hey," she called to him as he passed. He let the helmet down out of manners, a purple Awoken with purple eyes and blue hair. She gestured at the seat next to her, so she'd be between him and his pursuers. "What's up?"

"Ah, nothin' much," he said airily, pretending nothing was wrong. If she hadn't just come from the crucible, she'd have missed his nervous glancing. "Had a big morning, this sounded like a nice, chill way to cool down. I don't recognize you, what's your guns?" He glanced at her hip at the Survivor's Epitaph. "Ah. I think I remember you."

She glanced over him and didn't recognize anything. "I'm running a hand cannon and grenade launcher right now, but I'm scooting kits. Name's Freija, I've been bottom of most of the scoreboards I'm on," she admitted.

The Titan flinched for her and laughed as he took the seat, turning it to face the room and keeping a nervous eye out. "I see. I spent a lot of time dead, pretty sure half the memories from this morning got blasted into Infinity's sands."

"That sounds a lot more poetic than it sounds," chuckled Freija. "We probably never ran together 'cos Shaxx was using us to weigh down our teams."

He reviewed a scoreboard projection on his datapad and frowned thoughtfully. "You're not bad-bad, though. You cap points. One time you got ten, that's nothing to slouch at." He smirked slightly and glanced up and relaxed. "Seemed directly inverse to your K/D, in fact," he added, scanning back through.

"I'll cap a point with my dying breath," Freija chuckled. "It's one of my favorite things to do, really, I'll sneak around back while everyone's fighting over B. Sometimes I just die, especially if they all die at once and come back around their point-- I'll get surrounded by five pissed off and freshly reloaded Guardians fast. But then that's leaving B and our point clear for those few seconds. And then if they don't, I have point C. Even if they claim it right back, they had to stop to do it." She grinned at the Titan and glanced around for the ones in gray, too, failing to find them. "You said you had a rough morning. How rough was it?"

The Titan slouched heavily and ran his hands through his hair to pretend he wasn't hiding his face. "I got a real zero."

Freija sucked air through her teeth and put a hand to her heart. "Ooof, ow. What'd happened that you got an ass-kicking like that?"

He didn't bother sitting up to gesture wildly with one arm. "It was just a bad game! First one of the morning, trying a new gun, called on the wrong grenade half the match 'cos I got into a habit in the field-- just a really bad match!"

"It happens," Freija laughed. She scraped at least three kills a match, today, but she would never forget her starting point.

"Ugh," he moaned in response, finally lifting his head. "I'm Tam. How long you been in the crucible?"

"A few years, off and on. Been on hiatus lately."

"That would be why you don't recognize this waste of Light," said a tenor behind Freija. She missed her helmet when she glanced at her "radar", and she turned to face the pair.

"What didn't he tell me?" she asked. They let their helmet down to reveal an Awoken with blue hair and green eyes that bore into Freija like bullets. He looked like he'd eaten something sour and was trying not to spit it out. The dark skinned blond human standing behind him seemed more easygoing but concerned nonetheless. Freija didn't pick up much hostility from the pair, not even from the grumpy one, but for some reason she still felt the urge to defend Tam. She wasn't sure she could, but she wanted to.

"He's been sabotaging matches for a week," the Awoken man stated, voice hard as steel.

"I'm changing my equipment," Tam objected under his breath.

"Yeah, actually," agreed the human casually. The Awoken shouldered between the human and the other Titans and he crossed his arms firmly, using his size to intimidate effectively.

"He's been sabotaging all week," he repeated, gaze on Freija.

Freija rose to her feet but it didn't help-- she might have stood as high as his chin. "Okay, so? If you know it's because he's trying something new, the fuck is your problem?" She set her feet and shoulders, but he had to be fifty pounds heavier-- it took effort to stand strong. No guns for sake of bystanders, plain old fist fighting was the rules, and Freija was embarrassingly bad at it.

"He sucks," the Titan declared.

Suddenly, Freija's capacity for fist fighting didn't matter-- Tam shot past her, fist raised and glowing with Arc Light sending sparks down his arm.

The other Titan caught his hand easily, twisted his arm until he bent off balance, then pulled and lifted so quickly that even Freija didn't see exactly how Tam hit the floor.

"So?" Freija asked, dismissing the mound of Titan writhing next to them.

"So he sucks," the Titan repeated. "I'm sick of it."

"Fuck you," griped Tam as he finally untangled himself from himself and got his feet under him.

Freija gave Tam a dry half-smile. "I won't say you deserved that. But you did ask for it."

Tam stopped brushing himself off and lunged at Freija, fist raised. "You shut up!"

Unlike the other guy, Freija wasn't good at this. Despite her lack of skill, Tam's armor was even clunkier than hers and while she couldn't block his punch, it didn't hurt much-- badly placed with poor form. Planting her heel and returning the blow to his chest sent him staggering into a table full of drinks.

"Hey!" shouted the tenders as the rest of the room turned to look.

"Fuck off, guy. We have to suck to get better," Freija told the new Titan. The human went to help clean up.

"I know." Tam got to his feet and tried to get away, but the big one grabbed the back of his armor to pick him an inch off the floor. "He's coming with me," the Titan rumbled. "Gonna get some practice. No more fucking up matches for himself and everyone else, he's gonna learn to shoot straight."

Tam, previously kicking and attempting to crush the forearm of his perceived attacker, stopped. "What...?"

The massive man lifted and twisted Tam in his grip to put them nose to nose "You. Me. Training grounds. Practice." He looked to Freija with the same hard scowl. "Coming? You need it, too."

"Go fuck yourself," Freija grumped, but she looked to the ceiling. "Sunny?"

@annieruok94

[bizkitsnuggets]

KUJO, THE BLUE TANG.

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No, no, no, no. This cannot be happening. I take it back. I do care about who my partner is!

Poor [Y/N] internally screamed. This was a nightmare. Maybe not so much for the jealous girls who immediately stared daggers at [Y/N] after hearing the teacher announce that. But for her, it is.

‘Cause that means she has to deal with emo delinquent first hand. She already knew that she was definitely going to fail this class. First of all, [Y/N] and Jotaro had never interacted with each other. Well, other than creepy eye contacts throughout the year.

But that was it! [Y/N] couldn’t be bothered about some jacked up delinquent guy. And Kujo Jotaro couldn’t give a single shit about an ordinary girl at some shitty school he goes to.

And this also means that [Y/N] has to actually communicate with her mouth, not her eyes. Sure, she has experience conversing with customers at the tea shop but those were strangers. And none of them were bad boys who smoke and skip class and have ten belts on their waists.

“Alright, that’s all! Now let me actually talk about the project.” The teacher spoke, gaining everyone’s attention. “You’ll all have to create a cardboard presentation about an animal of your choosing. It must include its origin, habitat, population, and fun facts! You are free to decorate your presentation in any way you want. Just nothing inappropriate, please.” He finished explaining.

[Y/N] rolled her eyes involuntarily, dreading the moment when she has to discuss with Jotaro later. Despite hating the fact that she has to work with Jotaro, she more so hates the fact that she’ll have one missing assignment. What’s worse? Working with tall emo, or not having all your assignments completed?

She let out a sigh of distress, taking out her pencil and notebook from under the desk and strategically planning steps about how to talk to Jotaro. Was it necessary? Yes. Very much so.

“Oh, by the way, this project will contribute 50% to your scores so if you don’t submit it… say goodbye to graduating.”

Oh, suck my ass.

Once the bell rang, indicating the second lunch break, [Y/N] quickly cleaned up her desk and chased after Jotaro who was already out of the classroom. This was basically like an elephant and mouse chase, reversed.

“Kujo!” The girl managed to breathe out once their proximity was close enough. Jotaro stopped in response to hearing his surname being called out. [Y/N] catches up to him and composes herself before speaking to him again. “Hey, uh.”

Shit, nice going [Y/N]

She was now face to face with Kujo Jotaro. His muscular frame looming over her. She didn’t know if it was the atmosphere or the gaze he had, but if anyone was passing by, they’d think [Y/N] and Jotaro were going to have a brawl.

Damn, for someone who smokes ten cigarettes every day, he looks pretty healthy.

“So…” [Y/N] started, looking up at him as she spoke. “When are you free—”

“Shut up”

“Excuse me—”

Jotaro grunted, “shut the fuck up,  you’re noisy”. He gives her the nastiest glare a man could ever have and leaves to probably have a smoke break. “What the actual fuck…” The dumbfounded girl mumbled to herself as she stood there as if Jotaro had just revealed that he was batman. The girl was lost, to say the least.

Well, that was fucking rude. So much for running all the way here.

The girl sulked as she made her way back to her classroom. Passing by a certain someone’s locker and kicking it as hard as she can.

“Ow!”

Maybe Jotaro had a bad day. Maybe, just maybe, he was having a bad day and is in one of his moods right now. This isn’t the end of the world. We can still try this tomorrow. There’s still another chance.

Truth to be told, [Y/N] was one hundred and one percent sure this wasn’t going to work and she’d have to be held back a year because some stupid kid couldn’t cooperate with her.

That man already looks like an asshole, acting like one isn’t helping him or anyone at this matter. Looking like you have an attitude is one thing, but actually having an attitude is another. Damn, did this frustrate the girl.

It definitely agitated her because she was glaring onto the vase of flowers on the teachers desk while squeezing her juice box like a mad man.

Count your days, Kujo.

[paisholotus]

Chapter 3

January 9th, 1996. New York City

Solana’s Pov

Jack, Reggie, and I were playing basketball, but I had to sit down because, let's face it, I'm not very good at basketball. I was watching Jack and Reggie play, and Reggie was winning thus far.

 

Through Jack, I got to know Reggie, and he's a really nice man. Here in Manhattan, he facilitates a support group for adults and young people who have previously used drugs. I kept sipping from my bottle while I watched them.

 

Today was unbearably hot. The weather in New York is literally bipolar all the time. This evening, watch it get cold as hell. I was distracted from my thoughts by this agitating, grating voice. I scowled as I gazed in that direction.

 

"Yo, Jack! What's the score? Come on. We got to go." A boy no other than, Mickey. A great pain in my ass. I glared at him as he smirked at me, drinking beer with his friends. I swear, I don't see what Jack sees in them. Nothing but bad influences. 

 

 

"They don't keep score in this game." Pedro said. Pedro is not bad, but he likes to steal and hang around druggies. "Jack, come on. We're losing the sun." Mickey yelled again. That boy had some serious anger issues; you could tell he wanted to be a wannabe badass so bad. Jack continued to ignore them and play ball with Reggie.

 

"He's being a dick. You want me to put a charge in his ass?" Mickey said, finally glaring at me back. He knows I don't like his ass. Which is why he doesn't like me—not solely because I don't like him, but because I tell Jack he needs to stop being friends with him.

 

Why can't they just leave Jack alone? It's not that serious. I rolled my eyes and picked up my book, seeing them smirk at me. I gagged at them, making smooches at me. Straight-up women repellant is what they are.

 

"Watch this." Mickey said. I looked at him suspiciously and glared as he picked up Jack's notebook.

 

"Oh, look it, right here...Jack's secret diary he's always writing in." I frowned and got irritated. There's only three people that's allowed to look in his diary. And that's me, his sister, and himself. Why were they being such dicks right now?

 

"Bet you, he wrote some shit about me." I grew angrier by the second. Jack needs some more friends. Who aren't assholes!

 

"Oh, right here." The boy said it, chuckling. I stood up, crossing my arms, watching them.

 

"Spring... Mickey." He paused and smirked at me.

 

"OH WAIT! There's one about Solana wtf face." Pedro said, pointing his thumb at me. WHO?! Oh, nah, because WHO TF ARE YOU TALKING TOO!? I put my book down standing up and began walking towards them.

 

"Hey, there I am, Jack says," Mickey reads on the page. "HEY!" I yelled. I now ran toward them. They snickered at me. Oh, I was going to give them something to kekeke at. He continued to read more of the diary, causing me to run faster. "My summer time, Lana." "My summer time Lana comes every summer with golden brown eyes and short, curly hair. How did I get a girl like you? A girl who's smart, pretty, and true. A girl that I can hold tight."

 

"A girl that is just right'-" I tried to snatch the book, but he held it over my head while his dumbass friends just laughed. Like, something was funny.

 

Mickey continued to read, which caused my blood to boil more: "A girl that can make my sun rise, and my sun set. A girl who is nice and wise. A girl that I will never forget." I was trying my best not to slap this bitch. 

 

I could hear Jack yelling at him to put the book down. Mickey bent down and waved the book in my face mockingly. I smirked and kicked him in the balls, having him drop the book and crouch down in pain.

 

I grabbed the book and looked at his friends to see what they were going to do. "I'M GOING TO FUCKING GET YOU! YOU BLACK-" "GO AHEAD AND FINISH THAT SENTENCE, SO I CAN KICK YOUR WHITE ASS!" I yelled, back at him. He seethed, looking at me. He tried to attack me, but Jack ran in front of me. "CHILL OUT, MICK! THAT SHIT IS NOT COOL, MAN!" Jack yelled at him.

 

Jack looked at me, checking to see if I was alright and taking the book from me. "What is that shit?" Mick aggressively asked. Slowly getting up, glaring back at me.

 

"Why do you have to be such a schmuck, Mickey?" Jack said, glaring down at his "friend." 

 

This is why I couldn't stand his friends. But I mostly couldn't stand Mickey, that bitch always running his mouth. Always trying to bully somebody. But I ain't never been a person you could bully. You gon end up getting fucked up trying to "bully" me.

 

"Don't you ever touch that again. It's private." Jack says to Mickey. He looks taken back but raises his hands and says, "I'm... I'm sorry." He says to Jack, who only nods. Then he looks back at me and smirks, "I'll make sure I see you next time." I scoffed and nodded. "Yeah, you can get this work anytime. BITCH!"

 

His smirk fell, and he glared at me once more. "BITCH?" He repeated what I said. "BITCH!" I said again, "You just keep running that pretty mouth. It'll be wrapped around my dick soon." He said, causing the two boys to laugh. Jack got back in front of me, glaring at Mickey, and told him to watch it.

 

"KEEP TALKING I'LL CUT THAT MF OFF! AIN'T NOBODY SCARED OF YOUR OSCAR THE GROUCH LOOKING ASS!" I yelled. The two boys choked on spit, trying not to laugh, including Jack, who pulled me away from the boys. He walked me back towards Reggie.

 

"You need new fucking friends! I'm personally sick of that walking human trash bag you hang around. Talking bout some.." I paused, glaring at them leaving, feeling myself get angry all over again.

 

"Wouldn't touch his ass with a 24 foot poll. Let alone put my mouth on him." I mumbled, looking at Jack trying to hold his laugh in. "I would rather drag my bare ass on the hot cement than touch him."

 

He busted out laughing, but I continued to frown at him because it wasn't funny. He finally calmed down and held on to my shoulders.

 

"Hey, it's okay; don't get all worked up because of him. But, thank you for sticking up for me." He said softly, looking into my eyes.

 

I smacked my teeth but smiled, feeling myself blush. "You don't have to thank me for that." 

 

He pulled me into a hug, and I instantly hugged back. I put my head on his chest and smiled. He pulled away, a light color of red dusted across his cheeks. He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck, and smiled.

 

"I'll call you when I get home, okay?" He said, as I nodded. He looked at me one last time before waving at Reggie and running away. 

 

I shook my head and walked towards a smiling Reggie. I playfully rolled my eyes and waved him off, laughing.