#i dont like fighting with people in lobbies they stress me out

[risingsunresistance]

finally killed a t2 blaze. impressive i know 😎

[valdederon]

FLAMES JOURNEY CHAPTER #16 first solo team op and unexpectd anrgy visitors

while valdederon and draggo both relax in the hot spring near the lake a magmortar sneaks throygh a pacth of burnt trees and bushes a large scar on his chest from a lucario bone blade attack ( bone rush transformed into a bladed sword like weapon ) and rushes in unleashing a flury of fire attacks one of the riolu taking a heavy hit and falling into the water only getting up after the magmortar escapes twords the direction of the pheonix valley guild. having gotten revenge on the elder lucario who once defeated him.

back at the guild valdederon and draggo both get up and dry off and valdederon eats a few orran berries removing the water burns. they then head back when valdederon notice an unhappy look on draggos face as hes been abit depressed lately .

valdederon-- whats wromg draggo you look upset.

draggo----ive just been worried youd give up on me ive tried teaming up with others before graduating but they always said no because its shady that its shady a..22 year old is a fully evolved goodra..

valdederon flicks his nose causing him to yelp and fall on his tail

valdederon--- im 23 and im fully evolved i dont care what people say about some one i judge for my self if they are good or evil.. experianced or inexperianced.. your a great partner and we both worked well during that raid and rescue.

draggo chuckles and blushes rubbing the back of his head getting back up on his feet.

draggo--- thank you..i needed that.

they walk in and head to the mess hall to eat some breakfeast while talking about talking about what thier next job should be and after heading to the requests board. and they both find a job to explore an old abandoned ruin .

valdederon--- this one could be cool ive already found one ruined crypt on accident there could be quite abit of stuff we could get for the guild and even some armor or gear thats unique.

draggo smile and begins to wag his tail so they both take the job and take it to the desk worker who approves the jobs after witch they head out traveling south east from the guild were a medium sized city has the ruins . 7 hours after they arive they get a room in an inn and get some sleep the next day in the afternoon they get some food and coffee witch valdederon goes bonkers happy over wolfing down 4 whole pots before beeing astisfied shocking the whole lobby as no one has ever done that before.

draggo---- holy mother mew how can you.. jeez..

valdederon---- i havent had coffee for 23 years after arriving in this world so yea.. im definatly having my fill

draggo--- wow.. well would you like to try some goodra tonic.

valdederon----- maybey afeter we finish this job.

he chuckles and smiles drinking some him selff before they pay for thier meal and stary looking for info about the old ruins. eventualy finding out small imp demons have been coming in from the ruins and causing trouble

( imps are a minor demon class weak but capable of tearing flesh with thier claws .. 1 is not a threat but they travel in packs of up to 30 at the smallest they are only 1 foot in height and a single cross bow bolt will kill them with ease)

valdederon--- ughh imps seriously they arent hard to deal with but if its a nest or even a hive its going to be a slog and usualy they have atleast 3 low class demons who are capable of independant actions.. lets take them out and relieve this city of the stress.

draggo--- well i can use quite a few mooves so i should be able to handle a small group at once..

valdederon--- and we will be fighting together so we should clear it with out to much fuss.. still becareful we will take it slow as demons are known for setting traps.

they both head to the ruines of an ancient lizard men fortress that was built in to the ground deep into an underground lake once they walk into the entrance they see the skelatal remains of lizardmen speared through the chest and into the pillars they had been leaning on during aguard duty the spears crqafted by demons as they look around and see the fading signs of battle worn away over time by shifting weather.

valdederon--- they were ambushed.. guarding thier home fortress…..try not to disturbe the bones.. it would be disrespectfull to move or burry them lizardmen always pride them selves on returning to nature.. they never burry thier dead only move them to a spot were nature can consume them over time. i once met a lizardman in my world who asked me to walk him to a hidden spring so he could become one with the spirits of the woods near the spring.

draggo---so they were deeply spiritual..

valdederon---yes.. they arent fanatical about it but the hold them selves to a strict code thats instinctual.. you can take an infant raise it out side of thier own coulture and yet they will learn all of thier customs through.. what i can only describe as ancestoral and instinctual memory. its crazy just how powerful thier connection to eachother is.

they head in beeing careful not to disturb the resting skeletons eventualy gettin ambushed by a grup of imps witch valdederon uses a frost beam spell unleashing a heavy stream of what looks like co2 that slowly freezes the imps in its wake were as draggo thunderbolt chaining a dozen at once and electrocuting them the first group eliminated in a matter of a minute. for the next couple hours valdederon and draggon fight thier way deeper into the ruins using non desrtcutive mooves like thrunder bold ice beam frost beam and ocasionaly psychic as well from valdederon. finaly ariving at the main room of the fortress seeing a large cage full of still living lizard men allf of them malnourished and looking angry and sad as the fortess has been controlled by demons for over 367 years when 2 lower demons more birdlike come out followed by a swarm of 4,000 imps

( WARNING DESCRIPTIONS OF GORY BATTLE )

bellvarias--- well.. looks like we have uninvited guests.. cakaroxis what should we do to thes.. un wanted..

drago backs up as a dark and heavy feeling fills the air around him and valdederon.. his furr flickering with sparks and then igniting into burning blood red flames a near dark and evil presence radiating from valdederon as his anger and rage boils forth his once soft emerald green eyes clouded over with a birght red hue.

valdederon---.. YOU DEMONS ARE ALWAYS THE SAME NO MATER WHAT WORLD YOU RESIDE IN ARENT YOU… VIAL PETHETIC CREATURES WITH NO REGARD TO THE SANCTATY OF LIFE SPIRTUALITY AND PEACE… GIVE ME ONE DAM GOOD REAON WHY I SHOULDN EVICORATE THE LOT OF YOU NOW WITH OUT MERCY OR REMORSE

all of the imps back up in fear of the powerful presence imposed by valdederons anger and rage one lizard men equaly frightened having only felt that power from a demon lord once before but also picking up on a soothing warmth burried in the dark aura in the air.

vellvaris--- oh. strong one arent you to bad your out numbered. 2,000 to 1 ha ha ha ha.

draggo---- oh crap… mother mew help us…this is not going end well..

he bolts for a pillar away from valdederon as he raises his paw up and grabs all of the imps at once and squeeses causing them all to implode into a dark red mist splatering onto the lower demons who look on in shock as thier army had vanished in a brutal and bloody second. cakaroxis bolting only to have an ice spear lodged in his knee droping him to the floor and grabed by his throat.. a second later .. SNAP!!!!.. with a single firm squease the demon drops lifeless neck shattered and a bright hold sword appears in valdederons right paw as he turns around silently and slowly making eye contact with the now cowering bellvaris .

bellvaris--h..how d.. theres no way your just a pokemon how could you be this powerful an… this biolent

valdederon stabs the sword in his chest pircing the heart and painlesly silencing the demon and soon after valdederons rage subsides draggo peaking out to see the carnage that had been done by a single person .

draggo---…….ok.. now i believe what zelania told me… good mother of mew she realy undersold how brutal you could be.

valdederon--- lets just free the lizardmen and give them what ever food we have for the little ones

and elder lizard man comes over to the cage door and smiles hands behind his back

elder gwendal--- well.. your an interesting soul aint ya boy.. i havent felt power like that in centuries.. thank you for freeingus take what ever youd like to and we.

valdederon cuts him off

valderon--- thank you but i dont deserve your gratitude.. i delved into power i once swore never to use again.. its an ugly and evil power keep you riches..and we will be on our way.

valdederon remove sthe door and the elder lizardman hands valdederon and draggoa hand full of gems. and head over to a door on the upper floor with out another word. after that valdederon and draggo both head back to the inn were they order some food and valdederon takes draggons offer up on a small portion of goodra tonic wanting to build up tolerence for it.

valdederon--- sorry you had to witness that side of me.. gods.. i havent exploded like that in a good chunk of time.. those foul creatures treated those warriors like cattle.. and caged them up.. so.. it .. realy triggered me.

he takes a drink of the goodra tonic and wheeses softly from its potentcy as if having drake a shot of super strong rum or whiskey it burning his throat as it went down and causes him to cough abit

valdederon--- lord this stuff is strong.. tastes good but its got a hell of a kick.. atlest its not alcoholic.. that would have definately put me on the floor .. im abit of a light weight when it comes to booze..

draggo--- im just glas your on our side and what ever happens ill always be with you we all have our secrets we wouldnt want others to see an dthis will stay between us ok lets rest up after we eat and then head home. though you should wash up your covered in imp blood

valdederon chuckles having not noticed..

valdederon--- noted.. ill go wash up now.. bar keep could you put some oran berries in the bath house im going to head to our room and grab my shampoo.

the barkeep nods silently and askes her assintant to go take a bakset of berrie out to the bath house next door. after a few short minutes valdederon heads out to the bath house and gets the tub set up and sits in it looking at his paws stained red and begins having flash backs and memories of his past battles.. the sounds of fire balls exploding asteroids impacting with explosions like that of missle strikes rappid fire strikes of magic around him and he slaps his fist into the soapy water and growls at him self leaning his head back against the back board of the tub.

valdederon--im a fuking mess.. i feel like hell right now. i hope my master isnt angry that i snaped like that.. atleast i didnt make them suffer like i would have in the past. ugh.

he begins to wash him self in the soapy bubly water and after a slow hour and a half drains the tub and begins rinsing him self off and drying his furr after before eating the orran berries and heading back in to eat his food he ordered quietly. when they finish they head to thier room and lay down in the nests to sleep for awhile after napping they tap thier guild badges were the psychics bring them back and they show the proof they got from clearing out the ruins and get thier pay and head to the training hall to work out alittle.

4 hours later

suddenly after having execised in the training hall for hours valdederon can hear a female voice arguing as she busts open the door to the training hall screeaming out were is the powerful fire type. valdederon then notices a heavily injured riolu now 19 years old burns all over her body furr singed and matted tears dripping down her face and a look of shear rage in her eyes witch valdederon imidately recognises.. having had the exact same rage in him before.

valdederon--- that would be me.. my name is val….

she imidealy lunges at him with a bone rush attack missing and stumbling across the floor as valdederon dodges un amused and sighs.and coninues to doge untill the exausted riolu passed out and falls into valdederons hold were he takes her to evergreens medical wing and lays her on a nest.

valdederon--- can you take care of her… shes out for revenge..

evergrenn--- and how would you know that..hmmm

valdederon---- because.. i was once out for revenge in my past life.. i know the look..intamately. i want to help her avoid the mistakes i made.. the choices i made..i dont want her to have a tainted soul like mine.

[corpsehusband-simp]

Weight of the World

WARNING: This is a sensitive Fic that deals with depression, mentions of dark thoughts, punching a wall, and anxiety. It has a fluffy ending. 

A/N: Please put yourself first and don't read this fic if it will put you in any kind of dark place because of what is metions and please know that my DM’s are always open. Feel free to message me all hours of the day or night, I am always here to talk.

 Request: this is a touchy request so i understand if you are uncomfortable with writing it. it’s kinda a comfort/coping prompt but can you write corpse x reader where reader has been going through manic depression and just pushes everyone away and performs self destructive behavior, and corpse has to talk y/n out of su*icide? recently i’ve just.. been really going through it is all i can say. if you don’t wanna write it, totally understandable ❤️

Paring: Corpsex reader, Sykkuno x reader (best friends)

You rolled over in your bed as your phone rang, hiding yourself further into your covers. You woken up yesterday morning and your depression had hit you full force. You couldnt really put a finger on wheat caused your manic depressive episode but it was kicking your ass. It had been a while since you felt like this and you couldnt find the strength at the moment to pull yourself out of it and in doing so you were pushing away the person you loved the most. Corpse. The love of your life but you couldnt even answer his phone calls or texts. Instead you physically turned away from his caller ID, the last time you had talked to him was through a text yesterday telling him that you needed space and that was all.

The more you thought about it the angrier it made you, the angrier you became with yourself. As your mind slipped into darker, angrier thoughts your phone rang again but think time it was your best friend Sykkunos ring tone, Big booty bitches. 

Corpse must have called him. You thoguht before reluctantly picking up the phone, wiping tears from your face. “What Sykkuno”

“Oh uh h-hi y/n. I just wanted to uh call you and check up on you, you didnt come to the Among Us lobby yesterday.” You sighed.

“Im fine Sy.” Your tone was short and rough, you hated acting this way but you didnt want to pull anyone else down intot the slump that you were in.

“O-okay, well im here okay. Love you y/n/n”

“Yeah love you too sy. Never forget that.” and with that you hung up on him, tears running down your face again as your thoughts continued down a dark route.

CORPSE POV

Corpse was going out of his mind trying to figure out what was going on with you. After your text yesterday he had been battling his anxiety on wether or not he should oush the situation, corpse knew you depression could get back sometimes but he also understood sometimes people just needed space. So he turned to the only other person he could trust right now, Sykkuno.

“Hey buddy.”

“Oh hey corpse, whats goin on?” It made corpse smile to hear that at least sykkuno was still his normal cheerie self.

“I need a favor, I think y/n is having another episode butbut she wont answer my calls so I was wondering if you could try and call her for me. See if she answers.”

“Yeah of course man, but why dont you just go over there?” Corpse sighs.

“Im going to but I dont want to push ya know. Its- this is a touchy thing.” Sykkuno hums in agreement before hanging up. Corpse paces back and forth in his livingroom till Sykkuno calls back.

“Hey Corpse”

“Did she answer?” Sykkuno sighs.

“Yeah and she doesnt sound like shes doing very well.Im actually really really worried Corpse.” Before Sykkuno could even finish his sentence Corspe was grabbing his car keys and hoodie.

“Im heading over there now, Ill text you later with and update. Thank you for calling her.”

“Of course, just keep me updated.” Corpse faster than he ever had , it was a mirical he didnt get pulled over.

Please be okay, please be okay. He repeated in his mind over and over as he run up to your apartment door. He entered quietly and quickly, not even bothering to take his shoes off. You entire apartment was dark and eerily quiet but as he neared your bedroom he could hear your quiet cries coming from the bathroom. He knocks on the door and tires to open it but it was locked.

“Go away.” You cried with broke Corpses heart.

“Baby girl, please open the door.”

“NO please just go away!”

Your POV

You felt out of control as you cried so you puched and yelp in pain. Corpse wastes no time kicking in the door.

“Im sorry baby Ill fix that I promise.” He says quickly as he kneels down beside you. You didnt know if it was the suddenness of the door kicking in or him beig here or both but you broken down into even more of a crying mess on your bathroom floor. Corpse pulls you into his chest and you try to fight him off. 

“No leave me alone, go away!” He only held you tighter and closer.

“Y/N I’m not going anywhere. We made a promise to eachother remember? We promised to never leave eachother remember? Me and you together. Im promise to fight next to you. So please just breath and let me help baby please.” Eventually you stopped fighting against him and clung to him like your life depended on it, and in this moment you were positive it did. You didnt know how much time passed between that moment and when Corpse finally stood, holding you bridalstyle as he carried you to the room. You laid both you you down, never letting you leave his hold. As you laid there Corpse left sof kisses around your face and whispered sweet loving things to you.

“You are so strong Y/n” He ran his fingers through your hair and kissed your forehead. “You are beautiful and smart” Corpse kisses your temple. “You are worth every single breath you take, every single atom and molecule in this universe that you take up you are worthy of.” He gently lifts you chin so you were looking up at him with your red, puffy eyes. “A wise girl once told me, that I know it gets hard and feels like the weight of the world is one your shoulders but theres two of us now and you dont have to take the weight on alone.” You sniffle and look up at him.

“Hey I said that.” Your voice was weak and horse from crying.

“Yes baby girl, you did, and I hope you knoe its true. I am right here.”

“I dont want to burden you, I know you have some much on your plate already I dont want to throw my shit on there too.” He shakes his head and lays his forehead on yours. 

“You arent burdening me, the only thing that ever puts more stress on my plate is when you push me away because I cant help you when you do that.” You sniffle reaching up and brush your finger tips across his cheek. 

“Im so sorry I put you through this.” Tears started to well up in your eyes but Corpse qucikly wipes under them and peppers your forehead in kisses.

“Hey hey hey none of that baby. Alls well now. Im here now.”

“Thank you my love. You are my rock.’

“And you are mine”

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[fraidy-farfelle]

This is my attempt at the Fluff ABCs for Frankie the Undead. Please be gentle with criticism because I cry easily. I’ve taken some ideas from @lovestruck-lasagna.

Taglist: @writingfromthetomb @beebubb

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Your dry sense of humor. It perfectly matches his insults and he doesn’t have to go out of his way to make you laugh. He just says what he’s thinking and you laugh and agree.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Frankie appreciates a good smile, and for many reasons. He learned to read smiles (fake vs real) early on and uses it to gauge people, so he pays particular attention by default. He’s a sucker for cute dimples, and loves the way your nose scrunches and your eyes close.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

He loves late at night when you share the couch and he can read a good book, sip on some whiskey, or puff on a cigar. He really doesn’t care what you’re doing, he can tune out the TV or you prattling on about your day and make comments to show he’s listening. Put your feet in his lap, lay on top of him, make yourselves mummies in blankets, so long as he can reach his glass he doesn’t care. He just wants to be with you.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Stay in date nights are his favorite. He doesn’t really like to “share” your attention. He likes to either cook a meal together or order takeout and watch a movie. Particularly black and white gangster ones, or older horror films. Likes to tease you if you get scared and grab onto him. He’ll pat your head and say something like “oh there there, don’t be scared! I won’t let the big, bad monster getcha!” (Like your neighbor isn’t a 7 ft tall children murdering clown demon) If you go out, he prefers less crowded places outdoors.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

He’s a spitfire and he knows it. He tends to explode and then after a few minutes apologizes gruffly and explains himself. “WHY WERE YA OUT UNTIL MIDNIGHT, THATS SUCH A STUPID THING TO DO!” “Sorry, Frankie.” “…… ugh just, please get home earlier from now on. It’s dangerous and I worry about you.” Definitely doesn’t hug you close so you don’t see the relief and worry on his face. Nope!

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

He misses Amy desperately. He wants a little girl in his life again, although he’ll never ever admit it. He’s hesitant to make relationships because he doesn’t want to be hurt again. But, if you go out with him to the living world, you’ll catch him staring longingly at parents and daughters when he thinks you’re not looking. If you ask him what he’s looking at, he’ll shake his head and spit out a line about children being obnoxious but you can tell he’s blowing smoke.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

If the underworld wasn’t so dangerous, he’d love to drape you in the finest silks with diamonds and rubies dripping off of you. However he doesn’t want you to draw any unnecessary attention to yourself. So, he settles for things you don’t really see in public. He also doesn’t like to be found out about it. Your gas tank is filled, the bill you were worried about has mysteriously been paid, your favorite ice cream is in your freezer when you know you ate the last of it yesterday, and hey, didn’t you spend this $20? Why is it in your wallet? If you ever bring it up he’ll just shrug and say “How strange!”

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

He’s torn about PDA because he doesn’t want you to become a target because you’re associated with him, and people stare at him enough because of his appearance. But on the other hand, he wants to show the world that someone as worthless as him (don’t say that we love you Frankie) has such an amazing person that loves him. Will absolutely grab you and passionately make out with you with one hand on your ass and the other flipping the bird to the cheeky bastard that told the broad beside him to watch out for the zombie.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Panic. Sheer panic. He’s so afraid to lose you, any injury is serious and cause for alarm.

Frankie:*bursting into a hospital lobby, screaming to be taken to f/n l/n immediately**running in the opposite direction the nurse pointed in panic**bursts into exam room 30 seconds later* “Y/N!!!!! I came as soon as I got the message, WHATS WRONG!!!”

You: *sitting on the table, reading phone* “Oh, I have a sprained ankle and they don’t want me to drive so can you give me a ride?”

Frankie:*slowly blinking* “Uh, yeah no problem…”

You: “lemme guess, you heard my name and hospital in the same sentence and ignored everything else.”

Frankie:*hanging his head* “go wait in the car, I’ll go apologize….”

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Not actual jokes, but he loves to sit with you and insult people. He’s an incredibly sweet person to you, but no one else. (Except service people, like nurses and waitresses. Just the general public) he doesn’t think pranks are funny or practical, which is one of the many reasons he and LJ butt heads. If LJ or Will prank you or him, he’s raising hell.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Love kissing your lips. He’s actually really self conscious about his mouth stitches and constantly frets they feel weird to you. Neck kisses are another favorite and are extremely private to him. He also likes to hold the back of your hand against his lips and tell you what he’s thinking, no matter how mundane. Kiss his stitches. Please. Just do it.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

He has trouble saying it to your face. He’ll whisper it to you when he thinks you’re sleeping, and he’s been known to leave little notes around for you to find. He thinks protecting you is the best way to show he cares.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

The day you finally broke down and told him you loved him. He knew as soon as he looked into your eyes and saw your smile his goose was cooked. He was very abrasive and hoping against hope that you’d leave him be. He knew you deserved better. He was so afraid to build a relationship and love again, he wanted to distance himself and if he was an asshole to you, it would be justified and you’d do it on your own. What he didn’t expect is for you to be so kind to him. Upon your initial meeting, he had been a little harsh, but helped you (if there’s enough interest I’ll do a fic about it) and so when he subsequently was a jerk to you, you were curious and determined to find out what he was hiding. He finally had been mean enough to make you cry. He had never regretted something he did before. He immediately wanted to cradle you to him and beg your forgiveness. Normally when he insulted you, you’d have a snarky retort in reply. But not this time. You fell to your knees and clung to his legs and demanded to know why he treated you so poorly and proclaimed your love for him. It was probably by accident and you were so distraught you didn’t even know it flew from your mouth, but hearing it, he couldn’t take it anymore. He didn’t care about the consequences, he just wanted you. Hearing that you loved someone like him made him so happy, he knew he’d treasure the memory forever

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Losing you. Period.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

What ISNT odd about this man?! A cute one is he always winks with his green eye.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

I HC that he was born in the 30’s, so he calls you “doll” a lot but only in private. He uses your name otherwise so it’s not as obvious to people watching you’re together. He will absolutely refer to you as “the dame” to others. The equivalent of “the boss” or “old lady.” “William! The Dame is trying to take a nap, so shut up or I’ll shoot you!” You call him stitches to tease him in private and are the only person allowed to do so.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?) Either taking naps or couch potato time. Also, low key likes to cook with you. He can’t cook for shit, but likes to “help” by handing you things or chopping things for you. Is a super good taste tester, self appointed.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

Stitches by Shawn Mendez (PLEASE DONT HURT ME!!)

We don’t have to Dance by Andy Black (referring to how he can’t really show you affection in public but he loves you)

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

He’s open about himself and what he’s thinking, and will always take what you say into consideration. He doesn’t like to keep things from you, but he does omit some detail about his jobs if you ask about them. He just feels like you don’t need to be stressed about it.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

LJ picked up on Frankie’s fondness of you almost instantly. He and Will decided to do what they could to get you together in the interest of making Frankie less of a grouch. If it hadn’t been for them insisting that he was good guy to you, you probably WOULD have let Frankie’s prickly nature drive you away. It took a year or so for you to break down.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?) A powder keg of insults, foul language, and bullets. Has actually never called you a name outright, and would absolutely never physically hurt you. When he was deliberately being rude to you, he’d insult your actions rather than you. “Stop acting like a dumb broad!” Vs calling you a bitch to your face. He usually calms down quickly, and is hardly ever angry at you, only when you put yourself in danger.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

He likes that he’s scary and tough looking so that when you’re with him, other men scatter pretty fast. Has had many occasions where he stepped away and someone came to flirt with you and he came back and had the pleasure of scaring them.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

You are not allowed to do anything dangerous, ever! Will teach you how to use a gun and how to counter things like chokeholds, so you’re less vulnerable. Will absolutely lose his mind if he learns you’ve put yourself at risk. He will shoot someone so fast for you. Takes every person as a threat to you and will pick fights with somebody that accidentally bumped into you. Do NOT test this man.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

You are an open book to him. He’s learned to read people well, and he takes his time studying you. Can tell if you’re getting sick before you can. More than once he’s handed you a bottle of Tylenol, leaving you bewildered, and shrugged and said to take them because you’ll have a headache in a few minutes. He can pick up on your emotions easily and has learned what to do to handle them.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

Honestly, marriage isn’t that important to him. He’s not opposed to the idea at all, but like you’ve been together for this long, you love each other, is it really necessary? You’d have to tell him you want to be officially married. He’ll buy you a ring, to show that you’re taken, if nothing else, but he’ll wear his around his neck under his tie so it’s not obvious he’s attached to anyone to discourage his rivals using you to get to him.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

The smell of your perfume. Holding you in his arms and taking deep breaths makes all of his troubles go away.

[danishmiilk]

dreams do come true - kim doyoung

pairing || light kim doyoung x reader

genre || crack, fluff, very bad writing. LIKE IM SERIOUS.

fic type || drabble, short fic (?)

word count || 945

au || I DONT KNOW

summary || halloween parties and hugs and kisses and crack - inspo credits xingyi’s dream

note || i’m quoting word for word what dream narrator!me said when i had this dream and this is EXACTLY from said dream so OBVIOUSLY it’s going to suck because OH GOD the plot holes oH SHIT the bad writing.

you vaguely heard hyuck and mark laughing in the background as ten and sicheng struggled not to step on each others’ dresses. or rather, ten tried to step on sicheng’s dress and sicheng tried to kick ten’s face, but oh well, details. 

“halloween party!” chenle squealed into your ear, “halloween party!” “yes, yes,” you pushed the overexcited boy away, “very nice halloween party.”

for some unknown reason, the sm halloween party was held only within the individual groups this year, and at different hotels. you supposed that for nct, it didn’t really matter - twenty three people was a whole class. the bus to the hotel was chaotic and noisy, and you should’ve probably only worn your costume upon arriving at the hotel, but it was too late. the floor length dress with its numerous sashes was too difficult to maneuver around especially when jeno was asleep with his head almost on your lap.

“okay! everyone come down and stand in a row,” a rather stressed taeyong shouted out, performing a quick head count and then panicking because he’d counted one less than there should’ve been. “i think you forgot to count yourself,” doyoung quipped from the side. “no, no!” taeyong was running his hands through his hair, fisting it up in bundles, “i definitely counted myself!” “maybe you forgot to count renjun because he’s so short you couldn’t see him.” this earned haechan a well-deserved slap from renjun. “or maybe,” yuta continued, adding on to chaos, “your math is just bad. count again.”

taeyong’s cheeks reddened as he moved his lips silently, counting everyone once again, “oh, yeah. everyone’s here. let’s, uh, go in!”

chuckling, everyone filed into the lobby of the hotel, giving the receptionist quite a fright. twenty-four people dressed as random characters was enough to scare anyone, you’d think, especially when yuta was angrily shaking his “walking stick” at people and chenle’s clown makeup was eerily realistic.

after checking into your room and unpacking, you walked outside to talk to some of the other members. nct had so many people (all with individual rooms) that they took up the entire floor, so you just knocked on a random door and opened it with the roomcard that was lying on the floor outside said room, which was, obviously, not very safe of the owner.

the door creaked open, bringing the sight of jaemin wrapping his arms and legs over a bulge in the blanket to you. you stood at the door, caught slightly off guard and not knowing what to do. jaemin didn’t look up, cooing incessantly at the blanket. weird. before you could judge jaemin further for treating a blanket like his child, jisung’s brown hair peeked out from behind it. you saw his headband with the ears thrown to the side with some muffled protests from jisung.

pushing jaemin away with a burst of strength, jisung sat up wildly, looking around for help, before he was pinned down again by jaemin. you moved to leave, but too late. jaemin had already seen you, and with a charming smile he inquired, “care to join us?”

“uh, no thanks. we should go and, uh, eat, and your costumes are getting wrinkly.”

jaemin bounded over, brushing off his outfit and bent to kiss your hand, “anything for you, m’lady.” he offered you his forearm and you rolled your eyes, but humoured him and placed your hand on his. his grin widened, walking out of jisung’s room with you and into the dining room at the end of the hallway, where food was already laid out on the table.

the vast majority of the group was already there, tucking in to the sandwiches and chicken, not even bothering to look up as you came in. you sat down to eat, but before you could ingest very much food, you were sucked into a food fight.

*twenty minutes later in that spongebob voice*

inexplicably, everyone had now changed into hanboks from the ancient korean times in a standardized sky blue - yes, including you. you went around pushing doors open, but the rooms were all either empty or its occupants were conducting a demon-summoning ritual, leaving you no choice but to move on. 

in (apparently) doyoung’s room, there were actually people in it. haechan, jeno and doyoung stood around the inside of the room, pretending to be kings (doyoung), princes (jeno), and the herald (haechan).

“what are you doing,” you sighed, “why is nobody normal around here.”

“THE CROWN PRINCESS OF KOREA,” haechan yelled in a god-awful imitation of historical drama accents, “Y/N L/N.”

you stared at haechan judgmentally, then turned to look at doyoung, who looked like he was praying that a dragon would swoop in, kidnap haechan, and never return him. “okay. not weird at all,” you nodded exaggeratedly.

walking over naturally to doyoung, you wrapped your arms around his (SNATCHED) waist and pulled him into a hug. doyoung’s arms around you hugged you tighter, flushing your bodies against each other. he felt warm and soft and firm and you leaned your head against his shoulder, enjoying the moment. your legs shuffled a bit, causing you to rock from side to side, all the while hugging him. 

you’d seen haechan do this enough times, so why not do it yourself? leaning up (with much difficulty), you pecked doyoung’s cheek, giggled, and hugged him a bit tighter. “what are you doing?” doyoung hissed into your ear, turning around to face you. unfortunately, or fortunately for you, rather, his lips brushed your cheek and he spluttered, flustered.

“well, at least my theory was right.”

“what theory?”

“that you give the best hugs.”

“why do you have a theory?”

©danishmiilk, 2020.

[lordseochangbin]

the luck in your hands- seo changbin

word count: 10k  

fluff, smut, angst imagine based on the bollywood movie “zoya factor” on netflix. 

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“ok guys... we’ve practiced for this moment, right? let’s make sure to get the win!” changbin exclaimed in an encouraging mode as the stadium roared.

 it was the match that would qualify changbin’s team to the world’s annual tournament, and changbin believed with enough practice they’d be able to get the win. even if they lost, they’d still be qualified to go--however with the lowest ranking...and the disappointment of their team’s manager.

it was discouraging when the announcer never failed to mention their recent loses. every since changbin took the captain’s spot, the only wins they received were from the easiest teams. the team’s president was disappointed and forced changbin to take action. the team worked hard as well, practicing day and night until they couldn’t take the pressure anymore, resorting to blaming each other for their losses.

changbin shaked it off as he walked onto the stadium, patting his teammate’s backs and praying to the gods that he would at least get this win as he looked up at the president in the stands.

he watched as the president mouthed the words, “fucking. crush. them” 

he took a deep breath, nodding at the president before he would stand in his position. 

“ok, on a count of three.. one two-”

“SEOUL STAYS!” the team exclaimed.

seconds later the stadium was quiet, the game going on much to changbin’s disappoint. 

“the score is now 18-23, looks like the angels are ready to beat the stays again!” the announcer called before minho--one of changbin’s teammates-- could get the ball.

and from there the game ended, the other team winning by 4 points causing changbin’s team to go to the tournament but at the bottom of the league. 

“and that ends it! angels beat the stays-- guess lee’s shot just wasn’t it folks” one of the two announcers called from the microphone. 

“that better SERVE him right” the female announcer called, remembering minho from their one-night stand a few months back. changbin pulled minho away from the court before minho could smash the ball on the floor.

“oop- looks like lee bee is getting angry again. someone better give some chill pills” the lady sarcastic called on the intercom before changbin could pull him away, minho turning around to flip off the intercom girl.

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“UNACCEPTABLE. FUCKING-- what the fuck were those playing skills?” the manager yelled at the boys. minho, one of the players, rolled his eyes at the coach earning a smack from behind.

“keep giving me that attitude minho and you won’t be able to play in the league, got it?”

“.. i understand” minho muttered under his breath,his fists clenching under the seat.

“and you!” the coach pointed his finger directly at changbin as the boys huddled around him. “get your shitty team together or paychecks are cut off. i selected you as captain because i thought you’d benefit for the team, but if you let this team down i’ll select chan next year.”

changbin couldn’t help to find chan smirking to himself in the corner, his head down as he tried not to show his satisfaction. 

“next game is in three days, i expect perfection at the tournament in incheon. got it?”

changbin stood up before his manager, his head high as his team stood up behind him. 

“GOT IT!” they exclaimed.

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you woke up to your brother tossing a basketball onto your bed. “FUCKING IDIOTS! THE STAYS LOST AGAIN!!” 

angered by your brothers actions you threw the comforter onto the floor, grabbing the basketball and chasing your brother out of your room. 

“LEAVE!! JUST LEAVE JISUNG!!” 

“NO NOO PLEASE DONT TELL DAD” 

you abruptly stopped, causing jisung to stress on why you were so calm all of the sudden. his eyebrows wrinkled as he watched you take a deep breath before screaming, “DADDDD!! JISUNG IS BEING ANNOYING” 

your dad ran upstairs, stealing the basketball from your hands. 

“jisung. that’s enough. lets go buy some takeout” 

“you would’ve asked for chicken if the stays won�� jisung spat out 

“well if that changbin kid could be a better captain!“

“that lee minho kid needs to work on his anger issues!” 

god. this is what you hated about living with your dad and your brother. basketball, basketball, basketball; it’s all they talked out. you could literally yell that you were pregnant with the team’s defender and they would care. 

“GUYS?! GUYS?!” you exclaimed, waving your hands in the air as the two men continued to argue 

“I'M PREGNANT WITH HWANG HYUNJIN'S CHILD!! HWANG HYUNJIN!! THE HWANG HYUNJIN!!” 

“hey! chan is obviously the best player on the team” your dad shot back at jisung, literally ignoring your presence 

“ HWANG HYUNJIN— HWANG BANGED ME!! WE’RE HAVING HYUNJIN BABIES!! TINY SCREAMING HYUNJIN BABIES!!!” you yelled in exhaustion as you attempted to break the fight 

you clenched your fists as they continued to fight and ran downstairs to grab a drink before the sight on the tv could catch your attention. 

“seo changbin, another loss bro” the news reporter said, patting changbin’s shoulder 

“it’s a bummer, but i know we’ll come back stronger during the tournament” he replied with a wide grin on his face 

“that’s the spirit! now what do you think will keep these boys up and running?” 

“practice. practice makes perfect. i strongly believe in that” 

the boy in a suit popped onto the screen, hovering the camera. “you only requested 1 question and you know changbin doesn’t like physical interaction, please respect the captain. we end this interview now” 

the boy grabbed changbin’s hand as he was dragged away from the screen. “wait- wait!” the news reporter called before the camera could zoom into the man’s face. 

“and that’s the leader of the seoul’s stays. the team representing korea in basketball. no. physical. interactions. no communicating” 

your brother turned off the tv practically awakening you from your deep thoughts. “the captains hot right? stop eye fucking him” 

“i was NOT eye fucking him jisung!” you said in disgust, grabbing the pillow and shoving it in his face. 

“hey basketballs aren’t the only balls-”

“I HATE BASKETBALL!” you yelled, kicking the couch and running to your room.

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it started when you were younger. actually, to be exact, the day you were born. y/birth month, date, year (sorry i couldn’t think of anything LOL). you happen to be born on the same day as the seoul stays basketball team won their first tournament . it was legendary, your father kissing your forehead and blessing the lords. but in exchange for your birth, came your mother’s death the next day.

your eyes watered at the sight of the fireworks every year in remembrance of the nation’s basketball win, reminding you of your mother and her sparks of energy. you definitely got it from her, your father always reminded.

“you.. y/n. you are a basketball goddess” he whispered. from there, your father believed your birth led to the win of the basketball team.

basketball was your first word. your father remembering the moment precisely in the middle of your brother’s high school game. your father took it as no coincidence when your brother’s team won at every match you attended. you were han jisung’s “good luck charm”, as he liked to call it. one breakfast with jisung’s team and he was sure to win the whole thing. 

growing up with two basketball geeks, you decided basketball was the thing you hated the most. you HATED basketball. but ironically, you worked for the seoul stays team’s manager.

“you’re joining the team on the tournament. i can’t make it” the manager said, crossing his legs in his seat as you sat across from him in shock.

“you.. you can’t make it to their biggest tournament of the season?” you asked

“no, unfortunately not. now i need you to pack your bags and join them at the hotel they’re staying in-”

“wait wait wait.. wait a minute. im going with them?! to every game?!”

“yes, no excuses. now pack your bags. you know what you’re expected to do”

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the morning of the next day, motor vans lined up at the entrance of the hotel. the paparazzi crowded the lobby, waiting for the seoul stays team’s arrival. you sat in a separate van, of course, your palms sweaty as you held their laminated agenda in their hands. 

“oh my god…” your jaw dropped as girls screamed. three boys; one with a cat phone case, one with prince-like features, and another with a smile like the sunshine. they looked perfect, and you could only wonder who else was in that team of 12. you didn’t know their names regardless of working for the team, the game was irrelevant to you and you heard enough of it from home.

you got out of the car to catch up with the team and their employees before being pulled away by the swamp of people. 

“wheres our manager?” you heard one of the boys whisper 

“IM RIGHT HERE!!” you replied from behind the crowd. it wasn’t loud enough to catch their attention however, as they continued to walk towards the hotel lobby. 

2 hours later you found yourself finally at the front desk, your hands waving your reservation as you spoke to the lady out of the breath. “one room, please hurry with my bags” you panted, tossing your 5 inch heels to the side. 

“got it miss, here’s your card.” she handed you a maroon colored hotel key as another employee escorted you to the elevator. 

“thank you so much, what floor is the room?” you asked before entering 

“floor 23 miss” he replied

“thank you” your heavy heartbeats finally stopped. finally, the day was to yourself. maybe a massage will do, or a movie under the comfy sheets of this five star hotel. 

you stared in awe at the detail of the elevator as you entered, a little boy staring at the buttons before he could send you a very delirious smile. you smiled back. and he clicked all the buttons so the elevator could stop at each floor before going to 23. 

“WAIT NO-“ you exclaimed, watching the boy giggle before running away. 

you cursed under your breath, banging your head against the elevator wall and grabbing your hair in distress as two people joined you. 

“are you okay miss?” a voice peaked from your right side. 

“I HATE BASKETBALL!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands to your sides as you turned to the stranger who bothered to ask about your well-being. 

you choked on your spit as you realized the man next to you was the only and only… wait were you dreaming? you blinked a few times to make sure it was real. the most popular basketball leader in south korea in your eyesight, seo changbin. 

“I MEAN-“ you gently patted his shoulder, a nervous smile on your face as you tried to correct your words 

“i mean the game.. not the players, totally not the players” 

changbin posed a fake smile as he nodded in agreement

you continued on rambling “and..and some boy pressed all the buttons and left so now we have to stop by each floor and visit everything” you closed your eyes to prevent tears as your daily headache started to kick in 

 “and exactly why are you banging your head against the wall?” changbin said with a chuckle, he couldn’t help but notice how cute you looked when you tried not to get in trouble. 

“oh my god! ive just had such a terrible day…” you went on every floor like that. complaining to changbin about how his manager forced you to join the trip, the agendas, the crowds. 

“that’s the basketball life” he chucked, “imagine being the captain” 

“oh god” you sarcastically laid a hand on changbin’s shoulder before remembering the news reporters words from earlier. “no. physical. contact” 

“EEK” you drew your hand away from changbin as he stood there. 

“are you okay?” he asked, confused at your sudden drawback 

“im.. im fine” 

“well! this stupid agenda tells me seungmin has to wear a different pair of top brand white shoes daily? i obviously can not afford them but we’ll find some knockoffs ” you laughed before covering your mouth in shock. 

“oh my god, changbin please don’t tell him i said that” 

“don’t tell seungmin you said that?” he questioned 

“yes! yes this is my job at risk please” 

“so you’re asking me to lie to my teammate? for your job?” he asked, inching closer to you as you stepped back against the elevator 

“yes…” you responded slowly 

“and break the trust of one of my teammates? so you don’t lose your job?” he said, raising his left eyebrow in anticipation 

“exactly!! perfect changbin!” 

his hands were on your sides, you trapped against the corner of the elevator as changbin’s lips seems seconds away from yours. but they never meet. 

“no can do” he spat before the elevator could reach floor 23 and he could leave you with a heavy beating heart. you clenched onto it to calm your breathing down from the steamy moment. 

“oh my god. im gonna get fired” you said, grabbing the knock off pair of nikes you bought earlier and face palming yourself in disappointment.

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the next day, you decided to go to the buffet room early. you were in line when you noticed a familiar face next to you. 

“bang chan?!” you exclaimed, nearly

dropping your plate as you went to shake his hand. 

“y/n?!! what are you doing here?! god it’s been so long, how are you??” 

“ive been alright, im the “co-manager�� for the seoul stays” you emphasized, grabbing a slice of watermelon and tossing it in your mouth

“really?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing in question. “im on the seoul stays team”  you spat out the slice of watermelon as the news hit you

“you are?!” you asked followed by a gasp of excitement, “i guess your dream came true bang chan” 

“indeed, now you have to tell me what’s going on with you now that i know we’ll be seeing each other more often” 

as the buffet line came to the end you looked at the filled tables to see none open for you. as chan joined you, he grabbed your plate. 

“how about you join the team for breakfast?” he offered 

“wait for real?” you asked in surprise 

“yeah, they wont mind” 

you joined the table, greeting by the whole team except for changbin. chan quickly introduced you to everyone, leaving them in shock of their young manager as minho sat you down across from seungmin. “hey y/n.. did you ever get my new shoes?” 

“oh yeah!” you picked up from your bag from the floor, shuffling through some things before pulling out a pair of white “nike” shoes and handing them over to him. 

seungmin looked at the pair of shoes, investigating every detail before looking back up to you. 

“are you sure these are nike?” he asked before changbin could interrupt 

“seungmin! remember that prank you pulled on me awhile ago, and i mentioned if i fell for it id do whatever you want” 

“yeah, that shit was so funny!! what about it?” 

“here”, changbin stood up with a nike bag, pushing it towards seungmin as he opened the box. “here’s a brand new pair of white nikes. i hope you like them” 

seungmin smiled at changbin before opening the box, “thanks man” 

hyunjin, one of the new players, bursted into laughter at the gesture . “god y/n, you had to be there. that prank was amazing! changbin walked into the room and boom! he was so pissed off” he said, making all the players laugh and you as well. in the midst of it all you managed to steal a glance at changbin, thankful that he’d bought a pair of white nikes for seungmin.

you watched as a smile formed on his face as he looked down at the floor before looking up to lock eyes with you. he smiled at the contact making you blush before minho could catch your attention. 

“look at my cats!”

“woah, you really like your cats huh?” you asked, peeking at his home and lock screen. 

“i… i tend to get really angry sometimes. like anger issues i guess but one look at soonie,doongie, or dori and i feel relaxed again” 

“really? who’s dori?” you asked out of curiousity

you watched minho scroll through photos of his cats before receiving a text message on your phone. 

changbin (?): you owe me 

you looked up at changbin before replying. 

me: i do?! 

changbin: yes, for being the sweetest guy on the planet. tonight after the game 

me: ok okk 

“changbin” chan glared changbin, “do we have practice today too? before the game??” 

“it’s the rockets. what do you expect? i know they’ll crush us but they won’t crush us completely” seungmin pouted 

“oh come on guys, have a little faith in our team. after the game we can go watch the fireworks or something” changbin bribed 

“that’s so funny, that’s exactly what my father used to say on my birthday” you mentioned, gaining everyone’s attention 

“your birthday is on New Years?”  seungmin asked

“no no, the day the seoul stays won their first worldwide tournament-“

“y/birth month,date,year (sorry i couldnt think of a date LMFAO)” you, minho, and hyunjin said in amazement. 

“wow! that’s crazy!” jeongin added 

“yeah, chan do you remember? my dad would force me to eat breakfast with you guys every morning. it’s because i was your guy’s ‘luck factor’” you laughed 

“seriously?!” he questioned, trying to remember 

“yeah! just one breakfast with you guys and bam, you were sure to win the game” you said, laughing at their reactions 

“wow, even my uncle said her birth sign is lucky too. it must be a sign” seungmin replied

“hey hey”, changbin interrupted. “basketball is not a game of luck, it’s a game of strategy. practice is the only thing that matters” he said, straightening himself in his seat. 

you took a sip of water as you hummed in agreement. “wow, wise leader. i agree” 

chan tapped your shoulder, asking you if you’d like you come to his suite and catch up like old times. you sadly had to refuse, work being an overload and the game coming soon. you promised another day however, remembering how close you to used to be before excusing yourself from the table. you noticed changbin smile at you on your way out. what a cutie. 

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you sat on the bench as the game started; the score was worse than you thought. “come on stays! you can do it!“ you cheered on along with the crowd. it was a home game so it was easy to encourage them but for some reason their game was low. 

after the first round the boys sat down, chan turned to minho giving him a small push to the shoulders. “minho, you can’t keep getting angry on court!” 

“they’re purposely trying to make you mad minho, can’t you see the way they shoved your shoulder? you completely lost your game after” jeongin complained 

changbin ran his fingers through his hair anxiously as he looked at the scoreboard. 

“minho, are you getting angry at the other team or something?” you asked him

“yeah y/n, i can’t help it” he shrugged 

“how about this” you looked through minho’s bag to find a photo of dori, grabbing a piece of tape from your school bag and taping it onto his sweatband on his wrist. 

“everytime you get angry, just look at this” you suggested, remembering how easily he mentioned it calmed him down

changbin smirked to himself as he watched your advice “you seriously think that’s gonna work?” 

“back on the courts folks, it’s time to get on with the game. it seems to be on the celtics favor as expected” the announcement called 

you draw lines into the sketchbook that was supposed to plan the team’s game as they gathered around the coach and before you know it, the buzzer rang. 

you watched changbin in amazement at how well he played ball. he lead the team through commands on court and it showed how well of a leader he was. as changbin’s team played offense, they did nothing but score points. it was almost amazing how fast they caught up to the celtics before the timer could end 

the boys huddled around in amazement as the crowd roared. 

“wow! the seoul stays definitely making a comeback!!” the announcer called 

“guys, what the fuck is happening?” hyunjin asked 

“we’re doing so unbelievably well, it’s crazy.  i didn't think it was possible to score that many points at once” minho continued 

“im telling you guys, it’s y/n. we ate breakfast with her and her luck is rubbing off on us!!” seungmin said, all eyes went on chan as they wondered about his childhood. 

“were the games like this too? for your team?!” jeongin asked in curiosity 

“now that i think about it, kinda? our records were hard to believe” 

seungmin clapped his hands in realization, “that’s it! it’s y/n” 

“it’s not y/n, we actually practiced today” changbin argued

the boys pouted as the buzzer went off again and the announcer called. “one more point and the seoul stays and celtics are tied!” the reporter called 

“i think they’ll be able to do it, seeing how well they have been doing” the other reporter responded

the timer started. 

changbin passed the ball to chan who dribbled it down the court before passing it to hyunjin. it seemed as though the other team’s defense was off, even though they were known to be brick walls. they seemed down on defense and changbin made sure to take that to his advantage as jeongin shot the ball. 

“yang shoots- and it’s not in! oh-oh wait i think seungmin is going for the rebound… and.. and he makes the rebound!!” 

the timer pauses as the boys cheer to themselves. “come on guys!! we can do it” changbin cheered on as the crowd encouraged them. 

“we?? you mean y/n??” changbin looked away from seungmin when he mentioned your name, making him nervous about where the real determination of the game was coming from. 

the timer had 50 seconds left. the ball was in minho’s hands. the second the buzzer went off, you watched as the celtics drilled through the other team and shoved minho to the ground. 

minho’s eyebrows furrowed in fury, his face heated as he knew their purpose. “uh oh, looked like minho is angry. will he screw up the whole game for the stays?” the announcer called 

minho took a second, pausing to stare the photo of soonie on his wrist. “i-is that lee minho?? smiling on court?!” the female announcer called. 

“yes! and minho gets back on his two feet! but the buzzer is at 10 seconds, what will minho do?” 

minho ran to the half court line, shooting the ball from a questionable distance. the crowd silenced, everyone on the edges of their seats as they watched the ball fly around the rims of the hoop, only to fall right in with the buzzer went off. 

“and the stays win the game!!” 

changbin looked around in confusion. “US?? WE DID IT!!!” the boys huddled together, jumping in circles as the crowd cheered them on

“perhaps the seoul stays will not be disappointing us this season. looking forward to what they have to show”

changbin ran up to you, picking you up and twirling you around in happiness as he gave you a tight hug. 

“thank you y/n, for giving minho that stupid idea” he scoffed 

“you're welcome” you laughed as changbin slowly stepped out of the hug, realizing how awkward he was 

“now for that date? can you bring the team’s agenda?” 

“is it a date if you’re still in basketball mode?” you asked, wondering why he would ask for the player’s agendas.

“who said it’s a date for the both of us? i want to get to know the players more” he laughed

“pfft, like id ever date you” you said, turning around as the media started to crowd changbin 

“in your dreams y/n!!” changbin called from behind, making you smile as you drove back to the hotel

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around 9 pm you heard three knocks on the door. you rushed to the door, opening it to see changbin in a hoodie and jeans, a coat over his hoodie to make a look. he parted his hair for his forehead to show, three bracelets on his wrist and a small gold chain to complete his fit. 

“wow..” he said. you looked at yourself from head to toe. you were wearing blue jeans with an white embroidered long sleeve shirt and a pair of white boots. 

“um.. wow?” you asked, a small chuckle leaving your lips as you allowed changbin to come inside.

chan turned the corner of your hotel floor to surprise you that night, only to see changbin enter your room. “was that changbin?” he wondered to himself, he looked up at the ceiling to prevent himself from tearing up. he seemed to be on the edge the whole day, thinking about confessing to you after 8 years of waiting. but it seemed like you moved on, and even worse with chan’s biggest enemy. he knew he had to get you back somehow. chan left for the elevators, his head speculating on how he would do so.

“wow(wowwww shes hot, ok sorry 3racha), this hotel room is a mess,” changbin continued, flopping onto the half made bed that had magazines scattered on top of it. he grabbed one of the magazines to find his face in the front cover. 

“staring at photos of me?” he asked with a smirk on his face.

“no! no.. totally not. just gotta check the news, right?” you replied, stuffing the bra you left on the floor into your check-in bag

“do you have the player’s agendas?” he asked, turning off the tv

“yeah! but you want their agenda to get to know them better? why not actually try to get to know them better?”

“i know their personalities, i don't know their interests outside of basketball however”

“well that’s why you communicate, just get to know them better” you suggested, sitting next to him on the bed with your legs crossed

“talk with them? i talk with them everyday”

“then ask them what they like when you’re having a conversation, just slip it in there. here try it on me”

“hmm.. other than being the manager’s secretary, what do you like about basketball?”

“that wasn’t what i meant but i like nothing about basketball, moving on-”

“not even the players?” he asked, arching an eyebrow 

“the players… don’t seem that bad. i know chan-hyung from your guys team!”

changbin rolled his eyes, “what about me?” 

you leaned back on the bed, was this his way of flirting? even though you had just met him today, a sense of trust was built between the two of you. he felt free to share his concerns with you and you felt free to speak your mind around him.

“you’re not bad” you replied, laughing at changbin’s pout

“pfft.. right”

you took advantage of the hotel service and ordered a bottle of wine as you and changbin sat on the bed, just talking about the team and how you grew up with a father and brother that actually looked up to changbin. you talked about your ex who broke up with you a couple weeks ago because he was in love with lee minho and how basketball was the source of all the karma in your life. he couldn’t help but laugh at how blunt you spoke about your dislikes on basketball but he understood you. he seemed to cheer up as well when he discussed the stressful measures about being the captain of the basketball team that represented korea. 

“see how easy it is to communicate” you said, “you’re doing just fine. you literally got me to spit out all my interests”

“i don't think that's cause of my social skills” changbin said, his fingers intertwined with yours

“oh really? then what is it?”

“i think we just have a lot in common” he smirked, placing his head on your shoulder. you giggled as his feet played with yours

“me? with the seo changbin?”

“oh come on, i'm not ‘ the seo changbin’” he laughed as he leaned closer to you, his face centimeters apart from yours. your lips parted from the close proximity.

“can i?” he asked, his eyes diverting from your lips to your eyes

“does it look like i’m complaining?” you whispered before he smiled into the kiss.

his hands slithered from your legs to your waist, you grabbing his face as he turned you so you were on his lap. he pushed your hair away so you could kiss him once again, his eyes asking for permission as he tugged on your white shirt. “is this okay?”

you giggled as his cold fingertips tickled your skin and nodded your head in approval as you threw his coat off. your hands found themselves under changbin’s hoodie as well, touching every area and complimenting his figure as he pulled his hoodie over his head. 

changbin hummed into the kiss as you straddled his lap, turning his neck as you could kiss his skin making him shut his eyes in satisfaction

“y/n.. you work wonders on me” he whispered as you places small kisses down his chest, making sure not to leave too many marks as he was a celebrity

you pecked his lips one last time before you and changbin could squirm under the sheets, the wine having its effect on you and making you fall for the captain of the basketball team--seo changbin. 

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

you woke up to the doorbell, changbin sleeping soft and sound next to you as you quickly fixed your hair and threw on his jacket. you weren’t expecting anyone, so you figured it was room service asking about breakfast.

before answering the door, you woke up changbin. “hey, changbin” you whispered into his ear

“changbin..” you pinched his skin but he wouldn’t budge. a smile came on your face as you realized what would wake him up. your lips could themselves on his neck, what you discovered last night to be his weak spot as you sucked on the skin. changbin smirked as he grabbed your hips and placed you on his lap, “what’s up y/n?” he smiled as he saw you wearing his hoodie

“someone’s at the door, i think it’s room service so just hide under the covers”

“oh.. okay sounds good” you got up from the bed as changbin slapped your ass, laughing playfully

“stop it” you bickered, making him chuckle even more as he hid under the comforter

you opened the door to see hyunjin, minho, jeongin, and seungmin.

“good morning y/n!” jeongin greeted before you could hear a loud thump

“did something fall over?” hyunjin asked, trying to peek inside

“no! no, maybe just my bags” you said, peeking inside to see changbin on the floor as he tried to listen to the conversation

“anyways, we wanted to invite you to breakfast with us. last night’s win was crazy, and we think it’s because of you! we got your own seat for tonight’s game as well” seungmin said

“oh… don’t you think you should discuss this with your captain first?”

“oh come on y/n! i’m sure he’ll be fine with it” minho replied

“i don’t know… plus it’s just a belief that my father had. i can't ensure you guys the win”

“please y/n!” seungmin begged, this hands tugging at yours. 

“see! you’re wearing one of our hoodies too! it’s destined, its a yes” hyunjin said

“fine” you complied, “but if the captain says anything about it, i’m out”

“perfect!! we’ll see you in an hour” the boys rushed down the hallway, skipping in the midst of their steps as say ‘yippies!’ and ‘woohoos!’ were heard

you shut the door, changbin now throwing his shirt on as he realized the time. “are you fine with me eating breakfast with the team?” you asked

changbin pulled you into his arms, placing a reassuring kiss on your lips. “as long as you sit next to me” he said before grabbing his things.

“i’ll see you in an hour, keep my hoodie as a souvenir” he winked before heading off.

the second he closed the door you collapsed onto the sheets, stuffing your face inside of the comforters as you screamed in excitement. every second felt like a fairytale and you wondered how you were so (ironically) lucky to end up dating the captain of south korea’s basketball team.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

you were getting ready to go to the game when a boy named felix came to visit you. 

“hey y/n…  my names felix? im the last one on the roster”

“what’s up felix?!” you asked, grabbing the two of you a coffee. 

“i don’t know, can we talk? there’s been something on my mind and i know the rest of the team is busy so i don’t know who to go to” 

“yeah sure, go ahead!” 

“my whole life i have been playing basketball. it was my dream to join the national team and now im on, but im always on the bench. changbin hyung, bang chan hyung and the others, i look up to them so much. i really want to play y/n” 

“aww felix, i know how you feel. you know what changbin always says” the two of you rolled your eyes as you mocked changbin’s voice 

“practice makes perfect” the two of you said in unison, making felix laugh

“and im sure changbin is going to notice you, ill make sure of it” you said, making a mental note to talk to changbin about felix 

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

before the game started, the team got together to discuss with the press. 

“now boys, can you explain how the hell minho made that half line shot? that was literally legendary!”

minho was given the microphone, “well, i’d like to call it luck. we actually have i suppose.. a lucky charm among our team”

“hmm, spill the tea minho” the reporter responded.

“we dont have a lucky charm, it’s just some stupid belief among the team” changbin interrupted, grabbing minho’s microphone.

“i believe our team has put in a lot of effort into their game, and minho has definitely been keeping their head in the game, along with the rest of the boys. we’ve been doing a great job. end of the conference”

the boys got up at changbin’s rough command, leaving the meeting room and getting ready for the game.

it was the game against a team from france, known for having the best defense. the boys were nervous; minho staring at the photo of his cat like madman, seungmin pacing around the court, hyunjin talking as fast as he can to take his mind off the game, and jeongin silently screamed like a dolphin to let out his anxiousness.

chan however, sat next to you the whole time. you smiled and nodded while he talked as you ensured everything was set for the game but at the same time you kept stealing glances at changbin. he checked on each member making sure they were alright and encouraged them like he always did. at one point he even caught your eye, raising his shirt to expose his six-pack and using the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead. the whole moment played in slow motion, the swamp of girls behind you screaming at the top of their lungs when he winked at you.

“and yeah i’ve been trying to get in touch- y/n? y/n?” chan asked, tapping your shoulder

“yeah! you.. you wanted to talk to me chan?” chan simply smiled and got up. “maybe another time” 

you waved him off as the game started and god was it a miracle. the whole team did amazing on defense but the whole stadium roared at how well changbin did in offense. he made 3/4ths of the shots despite chan having the best shooting record on the team, and when changbin finally best chan’s record the crowd screamed in amazement.

“wow! it looks like seo changbin is having a lucky day, the seoul stays are back at it with another win!” the announcer called.

once the game was over the cameras were all on changbin and his team, you resorting to leaving early and getting some rest at the hotel. 

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

you smiled, clutching your purse into your chest as you thought about breakfast this morning. you sat right next to changbin wearing your favorite dress, his hand resting on your thigh under the table and his thumb drawing circles.

“stop it” you kicked changbin in the shin making him jump in his seat

“hey changbin, everything good?” minho asked

“yeah, yeah. lets just eat and get on with practice” he replied with a smile on his face.

you laughed, stabbing your fork into your scrambled eggs before changbin could place his hand back on his thigh.

he talked with the other members about the game, but his hands kept busy as they crept up your thigh. 

you shut your eyes in bliss as his fingers slipped past your wet folds, changbin turning around to whisper in your ear

“no underwear?” he said with a smirk

“mhmm” you hummed, your eyes focused on your plate as his fingers played with your clit.

he pushed two digits in, your hands resorting to your knees to grab onto as you felt your stomach churn

you turned to changbin, “can we be excused early?” you asked

“no can do love, that’s why i need to finish you off first. i guess this is a thank you for last night” he winked as he slipped in a third finger, thrusting them in and out as you pressed your legs in tight

changbin continued on with his discussion as you cummed on his fingers, making him smile as he grabbed a few tissues with his other hand.

he cleaned you off with the breakfast napkins before straightening out your dress.

“okay boys, off to practice?” he asked, brushing his hands on knees and getting up.

you smiled remembering the exact moment. it was totally sexy.. he was so sexy, you thought to yourself before being interrupted by chan.

“hey y/n!” he called after you 

“chan, what’s up?” you said

“look.. i don't mean to kill the mood or anything, but i’ve been watching you and changbin and i just want you to be careful”

“be careful? why?”

“did you see how well he played today? i’m sorry y/n, he’s obviously dating you for your luck. you know he loves basketball more than anything”

“chan, you know i dont believe in my luck either” you frowned

“fine then, just looked at this” chan pulled out his phone, his screen showing a clip from this morning’s press conference.

you watched as changbin took the microphone, “we dont have a lucky charm, it’s just some stupid belief among the team” 

“see that y/n, he thinks your stupid, a nobody. he’s just playing you”

your eyes watered as the clip replayed on chan’s phone, running the elevators and letting the tears fall into the palms of your hands. chan was right, if some guy could dumb you because he was in love with a cat-loving basketball player, why would korea’s most handsome captain date you? he obviously had some incentive. 

you grabbed some tissues as you ran into your room realizing changbin not only played basketball, he played with your heart.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

you were packing your bags, the tv playing behind you announcing the win for the seoul stays. they didn’t fail to mention changbin’s new record, making you grab the tv remote and turn in off. 

“y/n!!” changbin opened the door, running up to you and giving you a hug. 

“y/n did you see my shots?! i guess the practice came through this time” he laughed. 

“your practice? or my luck?” you asked, pushing him away from you to zip up your bag. 

“what do you mean?” changbin asked 

“changbin..” you bursted into tears when you said his name, “you can stop acting, i know you’re just pretending to be with me for my luck!” 

“y/n that’s not why i like you!” he replied 

“really?” you threw him your phone, the clip from the press meeting playing

“we dont have a lucky charm, it’s just some stupid belief among the team” changbin watched the clip twice before you could take your phone away from me

“no y/n, that’s not what i meant! im just trying to get the boys to not rely on you for our wins. we earn our wins!” 

“we?? your team?? or you changbin? because the fact that you made a whole new record after sleeping with me really says something” 

“y/n—” 

“forget it, we’re done. im leaving this trip. im done with basketball, and their players” you spat in his face before leaving 

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

you didn’t show up to breakfast that day, resulting in an easy loss for changbin’s team but luckily for them it was a mock game. 

with your absence, the boys lost confidence in their game. changbin never explained to the boys why you had left and he had no way of cheering them up. 

you watched the mock game from your tv, sighing in disappointment as you watched changbin being mobbed by the paparazzi. 

he looked like he had been crying for awhile, his eyes downed with eye bags as he walked past the crowd. 

that same night, you felt worried about changbin’s well-being. the final match was tomorrow and you wondered if he was overthinking about the loss. you remembered how well he poured out the stresses of being captain, and came to the gym to find him by himself shooting hoops and practicing alone. 

“changbin?” you called out, watching as the ball changbin shot went into the hoop. 

he looked at you with no expression, grabbing another basketball and shooting it right into the hoop. constantly making points. 

“look, im sorry” you apologized, “i'm sorry for going off on you and accusing you” 

changbin didn’t respond, grabbing another basketball. 

“and you’re right. i gave your team false hope and i can’t go to any of the games. im sorry, okay?” you continued

“no y/n” changbin replied, dropping his basketball

“maybe you’re right. the one day you’re not here with us, we lose. when you’re there we automatically win. maybe this whole time… maybe it wasn’t skill and practice, it was luck. getting into the basketball team, becoming captain, meeting you. maybe this whole thing was just luck” 

“changbin..” you sobbed, giving him a hug. “what have i done to you?” 

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

day of the final tournament— south korea vs united states 

“i heard y/n left, and i had to skip my vacation to fill in for her” the manager yelled at the boys, making them scrunch up in their seats. 

“anyways, why the fuck did you lose that easy match against the pelicans?! they played like high schoolers! and who are we?! the champion team! changbin, you don’t get the win for us during finals and your cut from the team. chan will easily take over” he exclaimed, leaving the room in fury 

the first half of the game, changbin’s team suffered the biggest loss. the crowd was failing to cheer on the team knowing that they couldn’t possibly win the game with the way they played. the team constantly begged for breaks, discussing plans and pissing off the opposing team with their decisions. when changbin put chan in the game the crowd cheered on, putting smiles on everyone’s face. 

“bang chan is in the game!! it looks like changbin is finally making some good decisions for the team” 

but bang chan did nothing but disappoint. the second he got the ball he would drop it, staring around in embarrassment. it was almost as if he was doing it on purpose, you realized. at one point minho shoved chan to the ground, “get him out of the game!” minho exclaimed to changbin before the buzzer could ring. 

“wow..” the announcer called 

“i thought the seoul stays would be some sort of competition to the american team but i guess i was wrong. they seem to be completely messed up. i don’t know what’s going on with them” 

“they seemed the be lucky this whole time i guess…” 

“let’s see what happens during the second half”

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

the boys sat down in the locker room, exhausted and disappointed from the game. 

“look, guys why are we like this?” changbin asked the team

“y/n’s not here, we need y/n! without y/n we’re gonna lose” jeongin responded 

“you guys! don’t you hear yourselves? you’re already losing hope. you don’t need y/n! you need yourselves! think about it, when you first started playing, even before you played on the national team, was y/n there?” 

the boys shook their heads no as they listened in on what changbin was saying 

“then just imagine a time when y/n wasn’t there and play ball. pretend like there’s no one there. no gym, no crowds, no managers. let’s just play like we did when we were younger, when we played on the courts in our school in front of the girls in order to gain someone’s attention. let's play our best, okay?”

the whole locker room was quiet before a sniffle could be heard from hyunjin. hyunjin got up and hugged changbin, “that was fucking beautiful man” he cried, making the whole team laugh

“let's do it!” the whole team cheered 

“1..2..3.. seoul stays!” the team rushed out of the locker rooms but changbin stopped chan on the way

“chan, i’m gonna have you sit on the benches this time… replacing you with felix” the freckled boy stood up from the benches, “me?!”

“yes you” changbin laughed

“you seriously think he can replace me? im the best one on the team!” chan argued

“well it didn’t seem like it earlier” changbin shrugged, grabbing felix’s hand and leading him to the courts

“wow! as if the game couldn’t get better, changbin has just replaced their best player bang chan with a rookie, lee felix!” the news reporter sarcastically exclaimed

“let’s see how well his decision will turn out”

“ok guys…” changbin said as the boys huddled up, “just remembered told you.”

as the game went on, the crowd seemed more and more on the edges of their seats. seoul stays were already passed the united states team and were so close to winning. the timer was so close to zero as felix was passed the ball.

at first he seemed afraid, the americans coming to play defense on him as he dribbled down the court.

“to me, to me!” felix heard changbin’s voice and quickly passed the ball, running down the court. 

the crowd screamed as the time grew closer to zero and felix was passed back the ball. seungmin, jeongin, minho, and hyunjin made sure that felix was safe to play as he dribbled down the court and finally before the timer could go off, he shot for a lay-up.

“and it’s in!” the announcer called, the team running up to felix and screaming in excitement

“congrats to the seoul stays, you have won the worldwide tournament!!

you squealed in your seat as you watched the game, jumping up with your couch and doing a boogie dance before you could hear your brother and father walk in the door.

“you’re watching the game too?!” jisung asked

“their win was pretty crazy” your dad said, sitting next to you

“tell me about it” you replied

jisung sat down in front of you as a new face peeked in.  it was woojin, your brothers best friend since you were younger. he seemed like an older brother to you as well, always helping you out when you needed it.

“woojin!” you exclaimed

“woojinniee” jisung mocked

“shut up” you retorted, giving woojin a hug as he sat down with jisung and your dad.

“look kiddo” your dad said, “you seemed a bit off when you came home from work. that’s why i brought the boys here, are you okay?” your dad asked

you shrugged your shoulders, leaning back against the couch. “guys, if you screw up something in a relationship. i dont know, you have a misunderstanding and you go off on the boy.. what do you do?”

“communicate?” woojin suggested, making you laugh at how stupid changbin’s communicating skills were

“wait.. you were in a relationship?” your dad asked

“that’s not the point here” you responded

jisung got up, pointing his finger at the door. “if i was a true bro, i would come knocking on that door right now begging for you, no cap” 

the doorbell rang.

jisung covered his mouth in shock, “woojin hyung, do i have psychic powers?!”

“for god’s sake, go answer the door” woojin responded, making the three of you laugh

your brother ran to the door, opening it to see seo changbin with his motorcycle. 

“hey..” he glared inside before looking back at jisung, “i’m here for y/n?” 

“y..you’re… y-you’re seo changbin.. you’re her boyfriend..”

“oh, you must be y/n’s brother!” 

“BRO! YOU FUCKING WON THE TOURNAMENT BRUHH” jisung pulled changbin into a hug before you could pull him away. 

“ji-jisung you can go now”  you said, dragging him by the arm

“you’re a legend, i love you! saranghAEE!” jisung said before you could shove him into the hallway

seconds later you returned back to the door, “your brother is just like how you described him” changbin said, nervously scratching the back of his neck and putting his hands in his pockets

“what are you doing here?” you asked, “you should be with the team”

“i was… but then i realized how much i missed you. i realized how much i missed you next to me. i wanted you there y/n… everyone was happy and smiling and it killed me knowing i didn’t have you there next to me. not as my lucky charm but my girlfriend”

“showing your feelings while communicating aren’t we, your social skills teacher would be proud” you smiled, making changbin feel at ease 

“i only learned from the best” he replied, pulling you into a hug

“y/n, please forgive me. i’ll eat breakfast with you everyday unless there’s a game, i’ll talk to you every night with my stupid communicating skills, i’ll give you all my hoodies.. just make me the luckiest man on earth and be with me”

“a terrible choice of words” you laughed

“oh.. right”

you took a step back, cupping changbin’s cheeks in your hand before placing a kiss on his lips.

“i make you the luckiest man on earth in my room tonight” you winked

“i’m willing to take a shot at that”

[big-bad-shorty-king]

Danger Days Master Post

Happy March 22nd! I’m running a Danger Days based table top using the Atomic Highway system so I had to do a lot of research to figure out slang and world stuff! You may or may not have remembered me teasing this back in January (which was suppose to be out by the end of Jan but life sucks  so lets dance but it’s better late than never!) I did a fuck ton of research for a game right now, so ill turn my hyper-fixation into a helpful guide for anyone hoping to write some fan fiction! 

LOCATIONS

So locations are a little weird in this universe, we dont actually know the exact locations of places but we have a general idea about some. 

Battery City

Zones (1-6 if during the music videos, 1-7 if set after the videos, Zone 7 was established after the videos and before the comics)

The Dinner - Fab 4 hide out

Wolfblood Beach, likely somewhere in Zone 1 close to Battery City since people are allowed to go there. 

Neon District, either in Zone 1 or in Battery City

Mega Moon's Throttle bar, full of Wave-Head’s, likely somewhere deep into the zones

Hyper-Thrusts, some sort of store, carry “dust mouth” 

Fuck You House, concert venu

Route Guano, highway,  Kobra Kid and Jet Star are killed here in the album

Zone 55 - Brazil

Mega Moon’s Throttle Bar - Full of wave-heads

The Lobby - Slums of Battery City

The Nest - Ultra V’s hide out

DESTROYA is located here

Mailbox Shrine - Alter to dead

Phoenix Witch guides souls of masks here

Letters reach loved ones

B.L.I Headquaters

Gas n’ Gulp = Dr. D’s - radio station

L.A. Crater

Cherrri’s Home - Artifacts of Fab 4 located here

Gravel Gertle’s Orphanage

Zone 5 Carnival

Zone 3 Crater

The Tube - Battery city, reprograming

Zone 55 - Brazil

Retinal Resorts - BLI owned, “everyone is famous”

Slang

Oh boy is this a long one, let me know if I missed anything

Moterbabies- Kids on the run, survivors 

Ghosted - Dead, killed

Bonus track - Look attractive

Crash Queen - Daredevil

Slaughtermatic - Loud, crazy (sound)

Microbursts - Small stuff

Dracs - Draculoids

Crows - S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W/

Exterminators - Highest level Dracs/S/A/R/E/C/R/O/W/

Dusted - Killed

Ritalin rats - Drug addicts

Wave-Heads - Radiation addicts 

Shiny - Awesome

Clap - Fight

Fire fight - Fight with ray guns

Pig - Scarecrow operatives/poliece

Upthursts - Turn up

Tumbleweed - Person who wanders desert

Zaps - Laser blaster

Zone Rat - Lives in zones

Zonerunner/Zonehopper - Spends time in Zones

Costa Rica - Crazy or bad

Dust Angel - Zone runner

411- Info/update

Getaway Mile - Route Guano

BLI(/ind) - Better Living Industries

Flies - Tiny spy cameras

Carbons - Money

Hit the Red Line - Running away, usually going as fast as a car can go

The Individual - Ray gun

Rubberburner - Goes so fast it destroys tires 

Graffiti Bible - Droid holy scripture

Radical tubes - Probably drugs? 

Plus - Battery replenisher, addictive

Power Pup - Dog food, killjoys eat this

C.A.T. - Surveillance device, looks like an actual cat

Droids 

Have emotions

Can become absolute 

Turned to satellites

DESTROYA = God

Graffiti Bible

Types

Blue, 50 Carbons, Loving

Yellow, 150 Carbons, Passive

Orange, 250 Carbons, Aggressive

Purple, 500 Carbons, Fiesty

Green, 750 Carbons, Soothing

Red, 1000 Carbons, Fiery

Supernatural/Religious Figures

DESTROYA - God-like machine

Foretold to free droids in Graffiti Bible

Abandoned experiment by BLI

“Too large to manage”

Phoenix Witch

Representation of death

Zones divided on belief

Is real

Takes care of the dead through offerings of anything “close to the soul,” usually a mask, and guides a dead person to the proper destination (afterlife)

Collects from Mailbox Shrine and battlefields

History

The history is really weird and murky and can kinda change depending on the medium used, i did my best to piece this together in the most coherent way possible 

Creation of BL/ind

Great fires of 2012

Rise of Bl/ind

Helium Wars - Texas destroyed

Analog Wars (2014-2015)

Dr. D lost legs

The Girl’s mother is killed

Pig Bomb (2017)

Events of videos (2019)

Events of comics (2029)

Battle of Utah (Unknown when it happened, so it can be placed wherever)

Brands/Logos

Clown logo (we know literally nothing about this)

Skull logo (we know literally nothing about this)

Cosmic Thrust - Sells “zone-tested radical tubes” 

Dead Pegasus - Oil company

Electrokat - Likely sells batteries

Supa Stinga Exploders - Explosives

Mousekat - Cartoon from Batter City

Dr. Phizzles’s - Hair dye

Spider - Symbol for Fab 4

Better Living Logo

SCARECROW unit

Better Living Industries

Corporation, evil

Runs Battery City

Came into power bc of Great Fires of 2012

Monochromaticism

Employees 

Draculoids

Masks sucks souls out

Lowest ranked - Rayguns

Eliminate threats

S/C/R/E/C/R/O/W/S

Highest ranked (Exterminator)

Eliminate threats

More advanced ray guns

Leader - The Director

Fact News - News program

Slogans 

“The Aftermath is secondary”

“Everything is perfect”

“Keep smiling”

Products 

Plus - Battery replenisher, addictive

Power Pup - Dog food, killjoys eat this

Air fresheners

Medication of the Month Club

C.A.T. - Surveillance device, looks like an actual cat

BL/ind Vending Machines

Fangs, 8 Carbons

KJ Replica Mask, 4 Carbons

Frankuloid Fun Toy, (Fun Ghoul’s mask but a toy), 10 Carbons

Motivational sticker, 2 Carbons

BLI-Sanctioned Raygun (the individual) - 50 Carbons

Cartoon Animal Stress Head, (Mousekat head), 20 Carbons

Plus, 80 Carbons

Yum-Duck Candies. 5 Carbons

Ammo, ?? Carbons

H20, ?? Carbons

Weapons, Devices & Other Items

Power Glove - Button activated

Used by Kobra Kid

Melee

Modified NES Power Glove

Ray Gun - Lasers

Ranged

White = Draculoids

Colorful = Killjoys

Modified NES Zapper

MP5 - Advanced lasers

Ranged

Used by S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W/S

Vend-A-Hack

Hacking device

Known to work on vending machines

Based on original model GBA

Flies - Tiny spy cameras

C.A.T. - Surveillance device 

Looks like a cat 

Sends messages to BL/ind

PTTP - Portable TV

1979-81 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am. - Fab 4′s car, 

Boombox

Holo-Phone

Inner-Internet

Dr.Phizzles’s Poison Red - Hair dye

Magazines 

Shiny - Robot p()rn 

Murder

Modern Exterminator

Blasters and Batteries

Radio Stations

WK’L 109 FMX

Host = Dr. D

JUNKPUNK

Host Benjamin Cyanide

Bands

Mad Gear and the Missile Kid

Massive/Awesome

Cold Dead Hands

BONUS! 

Here’s a quick naming table I made for my game, it requires a D-20 to use! 

[d-noona]

30 DAYS

SUMMARY: Min Yoongi needs help - He just doesn’t know it, but when the self-absorbed, emotionally isolated Rapper/Music Producer meets Y/N, his single minded professional drive gets detoured by her lust of life. Y/N invites him over to her world for a full on 30 Days experience as she begins to strip down the layers of guard Yoongi has. Only to surprise him that Y/N has a little secret of her own

WORDS: 1211

Min Yoongi x Reader

CHAPTER 04

CHAPTER 03 - I JUST NEED A RIDE

Yoongi's POV

You were working on a track to be submitted to your big bosses by the end of the week, you guys had no particular deadline what so ever, but hey, you had no girlfriend. You had no one to fuck with, plus the fact that you were not in a partying mood. You stood up grabbed a cup of coffee. Time check: 2:26 am what the fuck you thought to yourself. You were pulling an all niter again. It still surprises you that you're still surprised that you'd be pulling an all niter such as this. It was cool though since you feel the effects of the caffeine settling in your system, then heard your door bell ring. "Fuck!" You were definitely caught off guard and burnt your tongue. "Who the fuck would be ringing your door bell at 2 am?" Mumbling to yourself. You approached the prompter to find out who was ringing your door bell at this unholy hour of the night. You see Manolo on the screen seemingly stressed and flustered. "Mr. Min. I am sorry to disturb you sir, excuse me, Mr. Min?" you pressed the prompter for the man to hear you and responded "Yeah?"

"Sir, this is Manolo from the lobby, we have a very very serious situation here. There is a certain lady here. Who says very strange personal things about you." As Manolo kept on babbling about your visitor you wondered who the hell was it? Could it be? "Noooo...." you thought to yourself. Angelica doesn't know the new flat. To your surprise you see the girl from the DMV test to be on the screen attempting to push Manolo to the side. You were too shocked to realize and register whats happening, then she spoke "Its okay. Its okay. I can talk to him. Let me talk to him. Trust me." while Manolo was struggling to get her off the screen, she proceeded to speak to you via prompter "Hey you big spender, remember me? I wanna talk to you. You wanna come down here?" The she batted her eyelash in the most seductive way that caught you off guard and said "Baby I can't stop thinking about you." She smiled innocently then turned to Manolo and said "Did he hear me?" "Y-Yes madam" he said. "You sure?" says the DMV Girl. She cant stop thinking about me? I did hear that correctly right? You looked at her features carefully. Well what do you know it seems like I am getting laid after all tonight. She isn't half bad, as a matter of fact the girl was beyond beautiful. She had a pale caramel skin tone. She had all the right curves in all the right places and I don’t think she's aware that she looks extremely ethereal. Boy how lucky can you get? You continue with your mind rambling in and about the DMV Girl. You were flustered by the fact that she is on your prompter, you responded "Y-yeah. I can hear you. Be down in 5."

Walking towards the lobby you hear a chatter both of Manolo and the DMV girl, seemingly she has won the heart of your lobby receptionist as he tells his sordid tale on how his wife left him for another man which happened to be their plumber. You approached the desk and eye your guest. She was wearing that red scarf again and a baggy jacket hidden underneath it is a crisp white summer dress that’s just right above her knee, you noticed that she had a beautiful skin. While you were ogling at her beauty you hear her speak to Manolo.

"Look at that Manny. My very own prince charming." she says to Manolo. You were surprised by how sweetly she smiled at you, that you couldnt help but smile. Then she trails on "I dont think I have ever met such a Royal Asshole in my entire life." She slowly approaches you and fixes your jacket as she goes in rambling "So tell me Yoongi, does your mom know you treat women as hookers or did she raise you to believe that being nice means patronizing the whole world." You were dumbfounded by how fierce she is. "Uh-oh, I smell trouble." Says Manolo as he tries to look busy attempting to stay away from the soon upcoming fight you were about to have. You were beyond pissed. Who does this girl think she is for talking down on you? You were Min Fucking Tongue Technology Yoongi. How dare she. "CAN I TALK TO YOU OUTSIDE" as you emphasize pointing your finger out of the building to avoid from anyone hearing her speak. "Yeah sure." she said ever so brightly. She then turns to Manolo "Bye Manny!"

You drag her out of your building "How the hell did you find me?" you said. You can sense your annoyance reaching its limit. "Yeah well, Im a really smart girl. Plus Mr. Min Yoongi I need a ride." She what? you thought, is she fucking kidding me right now? "What the hell makes you think Im giving you a ride Missy. Go hitchhike or grab an Uber or something." you held your breath and just shrugged her off. She smiles at you answers you "Well, youre the reason I cant drive. So...you know, the least you can do is drive me somewhere. It'll be quick and painless. I PROMISE." Unbelievable. She actually searched me up to ask for freaking ride? What is wrong with this woman? You were having an internal battle whether or not you should kiss or slap her back to reality but instead you tell her "I know you need a ride baby but some people actually have to work you know. Time is money. Not that you would know." You ignored her and decided to go in the building leaving DMV girl behind. She crosses her arm and closed her eyes and inhaled and looked at you straight in the eye "Please dont make me throw a tantraum right now" as she was saying this you tried to completely ignore her and pushed the door open. There were people walking past by the two of you and people kept coming in and out of your building. Then she speaks up again while to your surprise she pulled the sleeve of your jacket and held on it for her dear life. Then she opened that beautiful mouth of hers only to your disdain as she calls out one of your neighbors. "Hi would you like to be naked with us???? We live here..." as she spoke to my next door neighbor who seemed scared shit less of the lunatic that's clinging in your arm like a koala.... "H-hey hey! Seriously...We have a tttuuuubbb full of fuuuuddge and vooooodka. Come on! It would be fun!" She says in a sing song kinda way. You were surprised none the less. You shouted at the people who were gawking "Ignore her please. Ignore her".

Then you were surprised to see Hoseok walking towards you two with a smile as bright as the sun. You were suppose to usher him in as quick as you can since you two initially have set up a meet for the Jay Z album but then she held Hoseoks’ hand and stared at me with a smirk. "You know what? you're a flasher! This has to stop. He's a flasher.. SOMEONE please help me this guy is a FLLLLLASSSSSHHHERRRR" she trailed off. Hoseok was surprised not to say the least not knowing what to say, "Dude. That’s not true, ignore her Hoseok" I turned to the DMV girl. Then she looked at Hoseok pleadingly, oh shit, puppy eyes. She's giving Hoseok one of the most adorable annoying puppy stare in the world. "Hoseok. He is a flasher. He needs to be stopped. Help me please." You turned to your friend laughing endlessly. You had it. You spoke to her grabbing a hold of her hand. "Stop that! Don’t you have any shame at all? I live here." Then she turns at you with the puppy eye stare she had just given Hoseok. "Well. I just need a ride. Is that too much to ask? Please?"

[mensuckalways]

Okay so if I could get some advice from you guys that’d be great..

So my dad has been stressing me tf out majorly recently for several reasons:

-tells me im of no use to him if i cant do chores when im here at home

-constantly tells me about my mom and sometimes throws it in my face that im acting like her

-really controlling

-doesn’t want me to get a job Uptown where i can use public transport to get places because he thinks its too dangerous but I cant work in the neighborhood surrounding our house because he already complains about having to take me shopping for anything and he just works too much to be a dependable source of transportation

-wont let any friends he disaproves of or friends that are gay or black come over because hes racist and homophobic

-if i dont answer the phone he panics and calls all my friends because he requested to have their numbers in case of an emergency, but he treats every time he cant get in touch with me immediately like an emergency.. even though he can see my location AND battery percentage 24/7 through an app we both have on our phones

-if im sick he comes up with any reason to tell me why i just need to get over it and unless im burning up with fever and chills he’ll go so far as to yell at me because i wont get out of bed

-he basically is forcing me to go to UNO in the fall because he doesn’t want to take out any more loans for my college even though they’re technically my loans but since they’re parent plus loans they’re his responsibility

-he basically is trying to exhibit control over every aspect of my life yet expect me to have complete control over my situation, but when I start falling back beause of all the stress he is putting on me he blames it on me ‘always laying down’ and being lazy

-he also nags me about being on the phone constantly

-hates bringing me back and forth to my dorm room even though he constantly wants me to come home, basically doing everything in his power to keep me at home constantly, even though I have no car or bike access right now so going home for me means being trapped in the house all day during his 12 hour shifts doing chores and taking care of all these puppies my dog had 

-on top of that, when he gets home in the evening,  he wants to ‘rest’ aka lay down on the couch for an hour because hes tired from work, which i get, but then blames it on me if I wake him up too late

-wants me to stop seeing psychiatrist as much once I get on his insurance and off medicaid and food stamps, even though hes the one giving me no choice in whether i live at home or not and get on his insurance(because i cant be on medicaid living with him and his income), so basically once i stop getting free psychiatrist and therapy visits i have to only go maybe once a month because despite him making like 70k a year he says we cant afford frequent visits, even though we can afford weekend visits to the beach twice a month and going out to eat every weekend: aka, my mental health isn’t important

-he hates me taking public transport to my psychiatrist because I have to walk like two blocks down a really dangerous street but every time he brings me to an appointment i have to hear about how much of a nuisance going to my psychiatrist is because he literally tells me everything else he could be doing instead

-finds a reason to blame symptoms of my being tired or stressed out on my meds every time and occasionally asks when I’m going to get off my medication, which he knows I hate/keep in mind the only reason i even got tested for ADD and went to a psychiatrist to get medication for my anxiety, depression, and ADD was because my mom brought me behind his back because he would scream at me every time i would ask

-compares me to the ‘mentals’ on the street he sees as a policeman sometimes 

-we see a family counselor but the one appointment we went to where i opened up and told him im not trying to point fingers or criticize him like my mom would but rather i was just talking about things he did that would bother me, and a few days later he threw everything i said back in my face on the car ride back to my dorm, where i was going to hang out with someone, but because i wouldn’t sit there and argue and was just being quiet he wouldn’t drop me off, he just kept driving down the street where he would have to turn until i talked to him and basically stressed myself out fighting with him while he nagged at me about everything, and when he did finally bring me back to campus he sat at the bottom of my building and even went inside after i did asking some kid to let him in, and hugged me in the lobby crying because he was upset, basically almost making a scene while i was waiting to get on the elevator

-tells me he shouldnt have to do ‘womens work’ around the house and that i should be doing it

-if i didnt mention it already, he keeps me at home as much as possible, where he refuses to let me lock my door even when im getting dressed (he even demands i let him crack the door open just so he can ‘talk to me’ but he says he’s not looking) and he controls which friends come over, and most of my friends are on campus anyway so i havent hung out with any friends in weeks not because i dont have any but because im always in this prison referred to as my house

-wont let me be myself, i cant tell him i think im bisexual, i cant talk about any friends that arent white or he asks why im friends with them, i cant play music sung by anyone that isnt white or else he calls it ‘n***** music’, 

I just am so tired of dealing with this and people tell me i need to not let him affect me or let him stress me out so much but just typing all of this out is making my hands shake and is making me want to cry

I love my dad and im trying to be there for him but he just makes me feel like im a huge nuisance in his life

He even told me the other night that he just wants to die and that he hopes he gets shot at work

Like why do i have to hear all of this

I havent even broken down balling even though I get the urge to practically every night because im trying to keep it all together and ‘not make excuses’ but my dad is literally driving me insane yet everyone expects me to cater to him and take care of this grown ass man because my mom left him

wonder why

[viralhottopics]

Mental Health Patients Worry They Won’t Survive Paul Ryan’s War On Medicaid

President Donald Trump indicated in hisfirst federal budgetthat his administration is committed to investing in programs that tackle mental illness, but the health care legislation he and Republican lawmakers are championing suggests otherwise.

House Republicans released the American Health Care Act earlier this month. It proposes slashing$880 billion to Medicaid, which is the largest payer of mental health services in the country, as well as removing the requirement that Medicaid plans cover mental health and phasing out the programs expansion under theAffordable Care Act. Health and Human Services Secretary Tom Pricehas previously advocated for reducingfederal funding of the program, too.

House Speaker Paul Ryan, the architect of AHCA, gushed this week about potentially cutting Medicaid funding.

Weve been dreaming of this since you and I were drinking out of a keg, he said to National Review editor Rich Lowry at a conferenced hosted by the publication.

There are a lot of people who have chronic mental health conditions who are dependent on Medicaid, both younger people and adults, said Victor Schwartz, the chief medical officer for a youth mental health nonprofit called theJed Foundation. The people at highest risk for the worst consequences are going to be put in jeopardy.

I have no doubt that this care keeps me alive.

States will undoubtedly have to make cuts to crucial services if they lose federal funding.

Kat H., a 36-year-old single mother from Minnesota who asked not to be identified by her full name because it could affect her employment,is one of the people who stands to lose the most if she cant keep her Medicaid coverage.

I have no doubt that this care keeps me alive, said Kat, who has borderline personality disorder.

Without psychiatric care, I sometimes cant even get out of bed for days, she said.With it, I hold down a fulfilling and rewarding job, parent effectively, and maintain relationships with family and friends.

Kat is a self-employed database contractor who estimates she makes around $20,000 a year.Shes able to afford treatment thanks to Obamacares Medicaid expansion, which the GOP bill aims to end in 2020.

Todd Crouch, 46, has bipolar disorder and benefited from Medicaid expansion in his home state of Michigan. He didnt have health insurance for years, and said the quality of his health care has great improved since he signed up for Medicaid when Michigan expanded the program.

Without Medicaid, Crouch said he would be right back where I was five or six years ago, where I was hopeless.

Im barely putting food on my table, he said.How am I going to afford health care?

Bloomberg via Getty Images

The American Health Care Act, which House Republicans released earlier this month, proposes slashing $880 million to Medicaid. House Speaker Paul Ryan has long supported cutting funding for the program. 

The consequences of untreated mental illness

Issues related to untreated mental illness tend to snowball.

If those people dont have access to care, you lose work days, families break apart, Schwartz said. By virtue of not being able to treat people who are mildly troubled, you wind up with people who are sicker.

A lack of treatment can even be deadly, said Paul Gionfriddo, CEO of the Mental Health America nonprofit.

You end up with people who lose their jobs, who lose their societal supports, lose their families, lose their access to education, lose their housing, he said. And then we see them on our streets and in our jails and prisons, and frankly in our morgues.

And research has shown that mental illness can be harmful to both individuals and society if left untreated.

A 2008 study funded by the National Institute of Mental Health before Obamacare took effect found that people with mental illness who werent able to work cost the U.S. economynearly $200 billioneach year. Incarcerations, homelessness and physical health problems connected to poor mental health only add to that cost.

Where do people think the people on the corners asking for money come from? said Gionfriddo. Where do they think people who are chronically homeless come from? he added. Where do the think people in county jails and state prions come from? All of those are visual representation real life, real time of what happens when you have an inadequate system for mental health services and supports.

The GOPs plan to replace Obamacare would end up making health care even less accessible to millions of Americans, particularly tolow-income people. Around one-third of Medicaid beneficiaries suffer from mental health issuesor addiction, according to the Department of Health and Human Services.And Trumps federal budget planonly makes things worse for the poor, with cuts tokey programssuch as affordable housing, job training and legal counseling.

If I dont have my mental health, Im not able to go to work — and then what would I do? Kat H.

Research indicates that there is a direct correlation between poverty and mental health issues. Low-income people are more likely to suffer from mental illness, according toa report from the New York Universitys McSilver Institute. This is partly because theyre less likely to be able to afford treatment and partly because the stress of poverty can exacerbate existing mental health problems.

Im barely making it happen financially with my situation right now, Kat said.There are some days where we have beans and rice for dinner because thats all I have enough for in my bank account. The stress about it makes me crazy, it makes me lose sleep. If I dont have my mental health,Im not able to go to work and then what would I do?

Gionfriddo said his 32-year-old son, Timothy, has a serious mental illness and relies on disability benefits and affordable housing to stay out of jail and off the streets.

He has been making a concentrated effort to come in off the streets, he said. But you make that impossible to happen if you cut these other programs.

The GOP has a history of cutting mental health services

The Affordable Care Act has been seen as a major win formental health care.The expansion of Medicaid, coupled with increased accessto private insurance,filled gaps widened over the years by state and federal cuts to mental health services.

People with mental illness are an easy target from a purely political perspective, said the Jed Foundations Schwartz. Theres not a strong lobby, theyre not giving political contributions or in many cases not even voting.

Mental health servicesare often among the first issueson the chopping block when budgets get slashed. The mental health care system lost around $4.35 billion after the 2008 financial crisis,according to the National Alliance on Mental Illness. Although much of that money found its way back into budgets, some systems never recovered. Several states, includingFlorida,NevadaandMichigan,are currently weighing cutting millions more.

Some Republican lawmakers, though, are fighting to keep the American mental health care system afloat.

In aletter to Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnellthis month, Sens. Rob Portman (R-Ohio), Lisa Murkowski (R-Alaska), Shelley Capito (R-W.Va.) and Cory Gardner (R-Colo.) expressed serious concerns about the AHCAs effects on mental health.

Any poorly implemented or poorly timed change in the current funding structure in Medicaid could result in a reduction in access to life-saving health care services, the lawmakers said. We believe Medicaid needs to be reformed, but reform should not come at the cost of disruption in access to health care for our countrys most vulnerable and sickest individuals.

During the 2016 campaign, Trump pledged to protect Medicaid and Medicare. But he also said he would be open to funding the programs through block grants, which opponentssay could lead to reduced benefits. And it appears Trump has shifted further away from his campaign promises since taking office, supporting the Houses health care bill and hinting at dramatic changes for Medicaid recipients.

Although Trumps budget may claim to want to help people with mental illness, patients advocates arent so sure.

Until we see all the numbers,its really hard to understand just how much of a commitment is here beyond the words, Gionfriddo said.

While politicians tinker with budgets and weigh which cuts will hurt the least, patients are left without answers.

This is not some hypothetical, academic debate, Kat said. This is my real life.

CORRECTION:A previous version of this article stated that the Republicans health care plan involved $880 million in cuts to Medicaid. That figure is $880 billion.

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