#idk it just sounded like part of my house collapsed

[visualbutterflysworld]

Drunk Vinnie | Vhackerr

Warning: vinnie being drunk and clingy

might make a part 2. idk

“I need to text my girl. I want my girl.” Vinnie whined as he leaned onto Jack. “She’s right there Vin.” Jack laughed as he pointed to you, who was preoccupied by ordering a Uber. “That’s….that’s not her! I’m texting Y/n right now.” Vinnie huffed before pulling out his phone. He pulled in his bottom lip. He squinted his eyes trying to successfully type correctly.

In his mind he thought he texted, baby where are you? I miss you!

Instead he actually texted, “biby here ure uuuu( iiiii muss youuu &&”

You chuckled as you read the text before going back to what you were doing. “Why won’t she text me back!? DID SHE DIE?! JACK CALL THE COPS!” Vinnie yelled when he did see those three bubbles pop up. “Vinnie, stop yelling.” You rubbed his arm, trying to sooth him. “No! Who are even you?! I have a girlfriend, lady!” Vinnie quickly gave you a dirty look.

“I am your girlfriend, Vinnie.” You laughed. “No! You don’t look like my Y/n. My pretty Y/n. Where’s my pretty Y/n?” Vinnie’s bottom lip begins to tremble. “Okay, Vinnie, let’s get you home.” You say, “Jack. Help? Uber’s here.” Jack nods before you and him put Vinnie’s arm over your shoulders.

“Y/n! I love Y/n so much! She’s so pretty!” Vinnie yells as you guys walk outside. “Vinnie, shhh.” Jack said. “Jack-o’-lantern, you just don’t understand.” Vinnie lays his head on Jack’s shoulder. “Yeah, man. Here. In you go.” Jack shakes his head before helping you put vinnie in the car.

After a short 15 minute drive you guys are back at your house, knowing Vinnie will be too loud for his apartment. “Honey! I’m home!” Vinnie yells as he stumbles into the house. You shake your head before shutting the door and locking it. “Do you want some water?” You ask. “Yeah, that sounds great random person. Hey, this place looks at lot like my girlfriend’s house?” Vinnie scans the room.

You quickly dash and get him some water. Once he’s handed the glass, the water is gone in a matter of seconds. “Let’s get you to bed.” You say before grabbing his hand. “Okay, but nothing is happening between us! No funny business lady or I’ll tell Y/n!” Vinnie tells you. It was honestly so cute, seeing Vin miss you even though you were there.

Once you reach the bedroom, Vinnie wastes no time collapsing on the bed. “Mm. So comfy.” A happy lazy smile on his face. You take his shoes off and his socks knowing he hates sleeping with his socks on. “Y/n is the best. Do you have a Y/n?” Vinnie asked as you unbuckled his belt. “Sorta. Expect he’s a guy.” You say before pulling his pants down and throwing them somewhere. “That’s good. What’s his name?” Vinnie ask as you pull him to sit up. “Arms up.” You say.

Vinnie puts him arms up and strikes a pose while doing so. You laugh softly before pulling it off as well. Sober vinnie would thank you because he gets hot to easily in his sleep. “The guy! His name!” Vinnie says before falling back. You don’t know how but he somehow knew he wasn’t under the covers so he quickly places himself underneath.

“Vinnie. His name is Vinnie.” You say before grabbing a t shirt to sleep in. “What!? That’s my name! My name is Vinnie!” Vinnie yells. “I know that, Vin.” You quickly toss your hair in a low bun before sliding in bed. “I never asked but, what’s your name?” Vinnie says. “It’s y/n.” You laugh before moving a piece of hair out his face. Vinnie’s face scrunched before his eyes went wide.

“Wait a minute! You’re Y/n! My Y/n! Oh my God! When did you get here baby?!” Vinnie quickly rushes into your arms. You laugh, “I’ve been here the whole time Vin.” “Nuh uh! That other lady was here! I swear.” Vinnie nuzzles his head in your neck. You lay back so that you can both rest comfortably. “Whatever you say, Vin.” You message his head.

“I love you Y/n. Promise to never leave me like that again?” You smile before slowly closing your eyes. “I love you too. I promise to never leave you again.” You feel Vinnie smile and it isn’t long before the both of you are passed out into a bliss.

[the-oblivious-writer]

After the Storm |1|

Tara Carpenter x Spider-Women!Reader

Chapter One: Mutant Lizards & Kisses

(idk how many chapters I'll do for this series but I'm just winging it for now)

Summary: After your fight with The Lizard, you climb back with quite a few injuries. Luckily, Tara's there to tend to them

Warning(s): Swearing, Police!Sam 🤭, mentions of fighting & injuries

Notes: Based off of this scene in TASM (gotta be one of my favorite scenes). Wrote this while taking a break from writing chp 6 of LTLI. Motivation for this kinda just came to me and I've always wanted to do a spider!reader thing

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You limped, nearly collapsing on the roof as you held your side.Your trap for Dr. Connors did not work out how you planned, and your recklessness to get more photos than you needed ended you up with none.

You painfully crawled down, making your way to the fire escape outside the window you recognized. You knocked on it three times with your head, ignoring your pounding headache. You kept your head resting on the window as you heard clicking from the other side. Tara looked over to you and smiled before saying, “Come in,” then turning back to the assignment she was working on.

You push the window up, sliding through the opening as you exhale tiredly. 

“You should maybe, uh, consider coming in through the main entrance,” Tara jokes and you huff a laugh. 

You struggle to lift yourself until finally hopping into her room

“Also, my sister is under the impression that you require psychiatric attention….” Tara finally turns to you when she hears you grunt and her eyes slightly widen.

“Y/N.” She stood up from her chair and rushed over to you. You’re now leaning against the wall, when Tara comes up to you. 

“What the hell happened?” She asked quickly.

“You should see the other guy,” you say in a husky voice; you can still see Tara fretting over your injuries.

She carefully walks you to her bed, gently laying you down, not wanting to cause you any further pain. You tilt your head back as you continue to speak through deep breaths, “the other guy, in this instance being a giant mutant lizard.”

“You’re all bruised up–”

“Tara, I’m fi–”

“You’re not fine,” Tara interrupted in a sharp tone.

“Tara–”

You both stopped your movement when you heard Sam’s voice from the other side of the door.

“Hey, Tara, I have to run to the station. Do you want me to pick up some ice cream from that place you like, on the way back?” You and Tara shared a look before she got up and you rolled to the floor. 

Tara opened the door just a few inches to greet her older sister. “No, Sam. I do not want ice cream. I can’t afford any distractions right now. I have a bunch of exams to prepare for,” Tara said, trying to fake an aggravated tone.

“Okay, I just remember somebody saying last week that her fantasy was to live in an ice cream house,” Sam reminded Tara. 

“Well that's impractical,” she said, shutting the door. “And fattening,” she added after opening the door, now shutting it again.

She turned around to see you peeking from behind the bed, giving her a dopey smile. “An ice cream house?” You questioned, still wearing the same expression.

Tara rolled her eyes, nodding, still not saying a word before turning back around to open the door once again. 

“Sorry…” Tara apologized to Sam. 

“It’s really good ice cream.”

“It’s just I can’t, um, I'm doing this um—paper and I’m really focused on it. Didn’t mean to snap at you.”

“It’s okay, I get it. How about I bring you a some for later?” 

“Okay, sounds good. Thanks Sammy,” Tara said with a smile before shutting the door one more time.

As soon as she walked back in the room, she gave you no room to talk. Already giving you directions to follow as she got her medkit from her nightstand’s bottom drawer. 

“Roll down your suit.”

You sigh but comply. “I’m fine, just a little banged up. I almost got him though—Dr. Connors. I can feel it, Tar. I’m gonna get him next time.”

“I swear, Y/N, if you get yourself killed I will make sure you regret it,” the younger Carpenter threatened.

“Why? Gonna miss me?” You teased, looking at the other girl as her attention was on the rubbing alcohol she was preparing. 

“In your dreams, Y/L/N,” Tara replied, but you saw the tiny smile she gave you before looking back at what she was doing. 

“Ah…” You softly groaned, feeling the sting as the rubbing alcohol made contact with your open wound.

Tara gave you an apologetic look, “It’ll be done soon.” 

“And when that's done?”

“What do you mean?” Tara asked with a slightly raised eyebrow.

“After this, how about we do something?”

She lightly shook her head with a smile before replying. “And Sam comes home to an empty apartment? Yeah, no.”

“I’ll get you home in time before Sam is,” you reassure her. 

“You’re forgetting Sam’s a police captain,” Tara’s body betrays her as she melts into your touch, feeling your hand gently sneak up her arm.

“Unless she can track my web-shooters, I think we’re good.”

 “I don’t know…” she looks down, averting her attention to one of your other cuts she’s tending too.

You left hand lifts her head, her chin resting on your knuckles.

“Come on…” 

Your foreheads meet and the towel in her hand is long forgotten. You brush your thumb against her bottom lip, you both slightly lean in until your lips are only centimeters apart. 

“Easy bug girl…” You heard her whisper.

“What’d you just call me?” You asked as you both lightly laugh, faces never pulling from each other. 

“Let's get out of here,” you said as you comedically shook your head around, causing Tara to giggle. “Just for a minute, come on.”

Your noses rubbed together as Tara leaned into you. 

“No..”

“Yeah..”

“Noo..”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Noooo…” She hated how much she wanted to say yes to you.

“Yesss,” your smile never falters through this yes and no battle. You looked at how Tara looked away for a moment before looking back at you with a smile she was visibly fighting and in that moment you knew you won.

“...I better be home before Sam is.” 

—

When you land back on Tara’s fire escape, she’s clinging onto you for dear life while her face's buried in your chest. You smile down at her as you tell her, “We’re back by the way,” resisting the urge to place a kiss on her head.

“Yeah—yeah I knew that,” she replied, slowly pulling away from you.

You can’t help but chuckle at her shooken state. “Oh, you think this is funny? We were so high up—a drop that high is deadly, Y/N.”

“You think I’d drop ya?” 

“No, cause’ then Sam would bury you alive.”

“Speaking of Sam,” you’re both fully in the room now as you look at her bedroom door and then back at Tara, “Looks like she’s not here…”

“Y/N…”

“Tara…”

“I already let you swing me around while a billion feet in the air; you’re still needy for my attention?” She teased, slightly tilting her head.

“What, you don’t wanna hang out with me?” You teased back.

You’re now directly in front of her, Tara’s legs hit the back of the bed and you can feel her breath on yours. Your hands end up on her hips and her left hand lightly cups your jaw.

In a husky voice you begin, “Tara, you have no idea–" 

Suddenly the front door can be heard opening, the various locks twisting and turning. You and Tara looked at each other before Tara shoved you under the bed. Footsteps came closer and closer until Sam opened the door to find her sister sitting at her desk, headphones in, and pen in hand.

Tara turned to look at the door, pulling out her headphones when she made eye contact with Sam. “Oh, hey Sam. I was just finishing up this paper,” Tara said innocently, giving the paper a single tap with her pen.

Sam slightly nodded, looking around—Tara noticed this. “Did you need something?” Tara asked the older Carpenter.

“Uh, no—no, I just thought I heard something. Anyways,” Sam slightly shook her head, “got you that ice cream. It’s in the freezer when you want it.”

“Thanks, Sam. Love you,” Tara responded. “Love you too,” Sam said back with a smile before leaving the room but not without taking one more scan of the room.

You waited another minute before crawling out from under her bed. 

“That was a close one, bug girl.”

“Is that gonna be a permanent nickname?”

“You bet it is, bug girl."

You playfully rolled your eyes, a smile grazing your face when you see her dimples show. "You're lucky you're cute," you tell her.

"Oh? Would you rather me call you my savior?" Tara jokingly batted her eyelashes at you.

You bit lip in thought. "It's got a ring to it..."

"Yeah, no. 'Think I'm sticking with bug girl for now."

"Worth a shot," you shrugged before walking over to her,"Now...where were we?"

"You were leaving–"

"Mmm, no. That' not what I recall."

Before Tara could respond, you began placing kisses that travled to her jaw then neck, making her knees grow weak as you slowly lead her to the bed until her back softly hit the mattress.

You hovered above her while she gratefully accepted your touch, holding onto your biceps while you continued to kiss her.

"Y/N, my sister's right outside. And if you've forgotten; she has a warrant out for your 'wall crawling vigilante ass'—her words, not mine," Tara said, breath hitching as you continued to kiss her neck.

You stopped mid kiss, looking around the room then slightly frowned, furrowing your eyebrows as you looked back at her. "Is she here in the room with us...? Cause I don't see her."

"Y/N..."

"Tara..."

Tara let out a light sigh, raising one of her hands to cup your jaw. "Five. Minutes." She told you, holding your jaw with a gentle yet firm grip.

"Yes ma'am."

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A/N: R because she didn't pack extra web fluid like Tara told her to:

[diorsluv]

feather , part 1

“ not another take ”

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[danikamariewrites]

Take Them All Down (part 1)

Rhysand x reader

A/n: with all things I write I don’t really know what part of my brain this came from. I’ve had this story idea for a while I just never had characters to use it with. Maybe one day I’ll use it with my own but until then enjoy Rhys with a depression beard. Idk why but I mated Az and Feyre plz don’t be mad.

Warnings: death, angst, poison, blood, reader buried alive

You came to with a sharp inhale. The first thing you see is Beron Vanserra smirking down at you. You try to sit up but quickly find the male is kneeling on your chest. As you struggle against him he clicks his tongue at you. “Now, now y/n. None of that.”

You gave up. Tired from the brutal hours you spent fighting Hybern’s army. Before you could scream Beron gripped your jaw so tight he forced your mouth open. He dumped a small vial of clear liquid down your throat, quickly forcing your jaw shut so you’d swallow.

Once he let go up you started coughing, gasping for air. “What the fuck did you do to me?” You croaked out. Drowsiness started to take over your body. Your limbs feeling weak and tired. You fight the urge to close your eyes, attempting to flip your body so you could crawl to Rhys.

As your eyes closed you saw Beron’s mouth move but you couldn’t hear his threatening words. You just drifted off into an endless darkness.

——

It felt like you heard years pass as you stayed in the darkness. You heard Rhys cry out in anguish. A priestess and a somber organ and then nothing.

——

It’s been one month. One month without you and Rhys had become a ghost. He rarely leaves the Town House. Amren and Mor have been running the court. Cassian, Azriel, and Feyre are out of ways to help him.

The High Lord has barley said a word since you died. He just spends his days draped in an armchair, a glass of never ending whiskey clutched in his hand. Rhys had stopped shaving. A dark scruffy beard now covering his sharp jawline. And the bags under his eyes deepened as the days pass.

Rhys knows his family means well but it didn’t make him feel any better as he overheard their constant muttering. “What do we do?” “Has he ever been this bad before?” “He wasn’t like this after under the mountain.” “I’m worried he’s going to do something…drastic.”

If Rhys had the energy to move he would’ve left the Town House weeks ago. But this was your favorite place. He couldn’t just abandon it to collect dust. Rhys scratched at his beard and cleared his throat. The conversation in the hall paused for a moment as the family listened for a moment and went back to their whispers.

—

The five of them held their breath for a beat, then let go as the sound of ice clinking against glass breaks the silence. Cassian scrubs at his face with both hands. Amren shakes her head. Azriel speaks up first, “I’m out of answers.” Mor hugs herself and Feyre holds Azriel’s hand.

“What about other friends?” Mor asks. Azriel shakes his head. “I have intel that Helion and Kallias have been dealing with their own issues.” He lowers his voice more, “Day and Winter are in trouble. They may collapse in months, weeks even.” Amren’s eyes widen in shock. “Why?” She spits out. Azriel shrugs. It’s killing him to not have the answer.

Amren let’s out a huff as she voices what everyone fears. “We might be headed for the same fate if something doesn’t change.” They all look to the sitting room, sending up a prayer to the Mother.

——

It was hard opening your eyes. You still felt groggy from the battle. And then you remember Beron kneeling on you. The clear liquid burning down your throat. You jolted up but hit your head on something hard, forcing you down again.

Your eyes fly open. Your breathing fast and hard. It’s pitch black. You feel around the dark enclosed space. It’s getting harder to breathe.

Cushioned siding and smooth wood meet your fingertips. Your mind is racing. Then it clicks. Beron put you in a suspended state. The bastard fooled everyone into thinking you were dead.

Oh Mother, Rhys! Your mate was tricked into burying you.

You felt anger surge through you. Resting your palms against the smooth cold wood. Taking one more deep breath you pull back your fist, throwing all the strength you have into splintering the wood. It didn’t budge.

You switched fists. Willing the wood to break under your knuckles. You kept alternating fists. Punching again, and again, and again, and again.

A scream ripped from your lips and heavy tears started flowing from your eyes in waves. You didn’t yield. Continuing your assault on the coffin holding you back from the world.

Dirt finally fell through a crack onto your stomach. You jerked and felt something metal against your leg. They buried you with your sword. Strapping it to the belt of your dress you went back to breaking open the coffin. Your knuckles were gushing blood, stinging from the loose wood and dirt.

Another wave of strength and anger came over you and started kicking at the lid. The lid splintered in half allowing dirt to spill in. You sputtered as it fell into your mouth and eyes. Willing your arms to move you push the dirt away from you.

You begin to dig upwards. Crawling all six feet to the surface of the earth.

That was the tough part. Punching through the tightly packed ground was harder than the coffin. As your fist broke the ground you spread your fingers, feeling the cool night air.

Punching over and over again you got both arms out. You push the ground apart with what little strength you have left, pulling yourself from the grave. Gasping down air lighting cracked above. You rest for a moment, curling up on the ground.

Rolling on to your back a wail comes up from your chest. More tears run down your face, leaving tracks on the dirt coating your face.

A blood curdling scream of anger comes next.

Rain begins to pelt your face. You breathe a sigh of relief. You feel alive again.

You want to see Rhys but the need for revenge is overpowering. The anger rattles your bones as you begin to shake.

Flipping over you push yourself up on tired and bloody hands. Fingers seeping in to muddy ground. You focus on breathing and your ability to winnow.

As your power flows through you, you focus on getting as close to the Forest House as possible. Wards be damned. Let him know you’re in his court. In his home. Death is coming for Beron Vanserra and you will be the last person he ever sees.

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Rapid and hard knocks shake the door of the Town House. Cassian rips it open so hard it almost comes off its hinges. A city guard is standing in the rain looking worried and disheveled. Tilting his head at the guard Cassian noticed the male seemed pale.

“What is it?” “I am sorry to disturb at this hour but there is something the High Lord must know.” Cassian’s brows furrowed, his eyes narrowing. “The High Lady’s grave it’s…been disturbed.” Cassian almost fell to his knees. “How?”

The guard looked like he couldn’t bring himself to say the words. “Speak!” The General commanded. “It’s been dug up, sir.”

Cassian left the door open as he rushed to the sitting room. The Inner circle looked to him with curious faces. “Rhys,” he strode over to kneel before his brother. “Y/n’s grave, it’s…”

Rhys showed his first sign of emotion in weeks. It was unreadable. He shot up from his seat and pushed past the group to the front door. Rhys broke out into a sprint in the pouring rain. They followed and didn’t stop until your grave came into sight.

He halted inches away from the ripped up ground. Dropping to his knees Rhys’s lip trembled as tears streamed down his face. He couldn’t scent another person. Just you. Only one thing was on his mind as he broke out into hysteric laughter.

There had been something off about your death- Rhys just couldn’t verbalize it until now. The mating bond wasn’t gone it was just…dull. Like it was waiting to wake up again. Azriel and Cassian wrapped Rhys in their arms tightly.

“She’s alive,” he forced out through laughter and tears. The group looked at each other concerned. Azriel’s shadows were swirling around like crazy. Covering your tombstone, the hole in the ground, and the ripped up grass around them.

They finally came back to rest by his shoulders. One circling his rounded ear. As the shadow whispered Azriel’s eyes widened at their report.

He looked to Cassian, bewildered. It was true. You are alive. And the shadows haven’t a clue where you went. They needed a plan. And there are too many questions.

—

You ended up at the bottom of the main stairs of the Forest House. The guards didn’t notice you until it was too late. You beheaded them, kicking the doors in.

Stomping down the hall you sliced through each guard you came across. Leaving a trail of blood to the throne room. One of Beron’s sons, you don’t know which one, didn’t care, tried to fight. You brought him down to his knees keeping a death grip around his throat with your arm.

Entering the throne room you climbed up the dais throwing the male down hard, your sword poised at his throat. Guards and other court members rushed in.

You didn’t flinch. Didn’t drop your scowl or lower your sword. You wouldn’t back down from Beron. “Bring me Beron Vanserra or he loses another son!” For emphasis you pushed your blade against the trembling males throat.

[softguarnere]

HEY BABY GIRL!!!!

It's your girl, your sweet cheese, your good time gal (someone please shut me up omfg). Now...you know i am a Joe Toye lover, and if you've seen me recently...he is the only man on my mind. I was wondering if you might indulge me a little with a Joe Toye x reader where they're besties since young and both end up being paratroopers together but then something happens and he thinks he's lost her but she's actually fine and maybe like fluffy reunion...idk tbh i'd take anything you write and eat it up so do whatever. Love youuuuu xx

Seven

Joe Toye x reader

A/N: OMG BELLA I MISSED YOU!!!! 💖 WELCOME BACK BABE! And of course we have a fic with a T Swift reference for you hehehe (This is written for the fictional depictions from the show - no disrespect to the real life veterans!) Thanks so much for the request, and I hope you like this 💕 Warnings: mentions of war, death

You would kill him if you knew where he was right now. And yet, here he is. Trying to reassure and comfort your mother while sipping coffee from her finest set of teacups. The same teacups, he’s now realizing, that you used to serve him water in as children, calling it tea while the two of you played house, discussing the workplace as if you had any idea what went on there, while the adults around you struggled through the lack of those very places during the thirties. It could just be a coincidence, but after spending most of his life around her, Joe Toye would like to think that he knows your mother better than that.

“And you know how hardheaded she is,” your mother is ranting, cutting a fresh slice of poundcake and placing it on Joe’s plate. “She isn’t going to listen to me. Or anyone for that matter, now that her mind is made up.”

Oh, Joe knows exactly how hardheaded you are. In no small part thanks to the times that he accidentally clobbered that very head during neighborhood football games.

“(Y/N) feels good about this, Mrs. (Y/L/N),” Joe says, unsure of what he’s supposed to say during your mother’s hour of need. She’s right, after all – your mind has been made up, and it will not be changed.

“But do you?” Your mother fixes him with a hard gaze, raised brow and all.

You were with Joe when he went to enlist. He had watched your eyes sparkle when they fell onto the sign stating that women should inquire within about an exciting new opportunity that would allow them to serve their country like never before. And he had been by your side when you both left the building, both holding papers and smiling at the thought that you would be becoming paratroopers – together.

“Yes. (Y/N) is strong. She’ll be good in – “

“Joesph,” your mother interrupts. The façade finally falls as she collapses into the chair across the table from him, head in her hands. “She’s my baby! What if something – oh, God forbid! – happens to her? I couldn’t live with myself.”

Joe is by her side in an instant. When he announced that he was joining the Airborne, everyone had clapped him on the back and congratulated him. You have not had the same experience. While everyone keeps assuring Joe that he’ll do great things, the same people have been cautioning you to be careful. Some have even warned you that you should just give up now. And it’s all only served to strengthen your determination, with every underestimation making you more sure that this is what needs to be done.

All that is to say, Joe has no clue what to say to your mother. She needs to be comforted. But he’s out of his depth.

“I’ll watch out for her,” he finally manages.

Beneath the comforting hand that Joe has placed on her shoulder, your mother freezes. Watery eyes gaze up at him. “You – you will?”

“Of course.” The two of you have grown up together. You’ve always been friends. Why would he stop looking out for you now?

Your mother throws her arms around his neck, wrapping him up in a tight hug. “Oh, thank you!”

Joe is struggling to come up with something more to say when the sound of the front door opening and shutting saves him. Your footsteps echo through the front of the house as you call out in greeting.

“Ma! I’m home!” Stepping into the kitchen, you cross your arms, leaning onto the doorframe as you let out a loud sigh. “Wow, you would almost think that Joe is the child that you’re sending off to war instead of me.” You smile, and anyone could see how much you love your mother.

She wipes her teary eyes and pats Joe’s arm as he stands, returning to his seat. “I’m going to miss having someone around who doesn’t get into trouble all the time,” she teases as she cuts a slice of poundcake for you.

Something about the change of topic tells Joe that she would rather not have you find out about their conversation. His watching over you can be their little secret. And a job that he’ll readily accept.

After all, he tells himself as he watches you laugh at something your mother says. You would do the same for him.

--

The adrenaline from taking Brécourt Manor still hasn’t worn off yet. Joe is laughing at something that Guarnere said as they head back down the road. Something about this moment makes him feel invincible. This is why he chose to become a paratrooper, he realizes.

More men and women have congregated in the town since he’s been gone. Finally glancing at his watch reveals that he’s been gone most of the day. Wow, really? It didn’t feel like the assault took that long at all. At least it kept him busy, instead of sitting around here, waiting.

Joe scans the crowd, hoping to catch sight of you. When he doesn’t immediately spot you, he stops one of the other female paratroopers as she passes.

“Hey, Lilian. You seen (Y/N) around?”

Lilian pauses, her pretty green eyes widening slightly. “Oh. No.” She bites her lip, holding back something more.

“What is it?” Joe presses.

Her hesitation is not a good sign. Then she blurts out, “No one has seen her since the jump.”

“You mean – “

“She was supposed to be in my drop zone – but she wasn’t.”

The reality of it all sets in. (Y/N) didn’t reach the drop zone. Did she even make it out of the plane? God, he promised your mother that he would look out for you. Yet, here he is, with no clue where you might be.

He may have only just reached Europe, but he’s already failed his mission.

--

The dust is settling over Carentan when the incongruous cheer and subsequent peel of laughter hits Joe’s ears. Somewhere off in the distance, someone is celebrating. Meanwhile, he’s guarding Doc Roe as the medic moves along the streets, inspecting the bodies strewn over them to see if there’s anybody still alive that he can help.

“Thanks for doing this,” Roe says as he stands once more, moving on to another body.

“Hmm?” Joe snaps his attention back to the moment at hand. “Oh, no problem.”

Except there is a problem. He’s trying to catch a glimpse of every face as Doc Roe checks the bodies. He tries to make out names on dog tags, dreading that one of them might belong to you. He couldn’t stand it if he found you here, like this. What would he tell your mother? How would he ever erase that awful image from his mind? Of the little girl that he once played house with, lying motionless on these cold streets? It’s no better to imagine you going down in a plane doing a fiery corkscrew as it nosedives to the unforgiving soil of a foreign land. But at least he didn’t have to see that.

The terrible job done, he follows Roe back to the rest of the company. Despite everything that just happened, a few smiles can be expected, along with congratulatory words. But this is more than that.

A small group of men mill about, talking, smiling, as they watch a smaller group of the female paratroopers huddled together in a group, all talking loudly and looking excited. From the corner of his eye, he can see Doc Roe glance at him, but before the medic can ask what’s going on, the crowd parts and Joe freezes.

There, in the middle of it all, is you.

“(Y/N)?” It comes out louder than he means for it to, and his feet are already carrying him, double time, in your direction before he realizes what he’s doing.

You look up, your eyes widening. “Joe!” You launch yourself at him, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him in close.

Something rushes through Joe’s chest like a flash of lightning, too many feelings at once. There’s shock, relief, and something that he can’t quite name. Not caring about getting written up for fraternizing, Joe hugs you back, holding you close, lest you slip away from him again.

“Jesus Christ. I thought I lost you,” he says into your hair.

“I’m fine, as usual. Can’t believe you would doubt me like that.” Your voice is light, teasing, but your grip on him tightens. The usual confident swagger doesn’t leave your voice, but you admit in a quieter voice, “I, uh – I missed my drop zone. Had a hell of a time trying to find the rest of the company. But here I am!”

When the embrace ends, Joe still isn’t ready to let go. He leaves his hands on your shoulders, studying you. And you, for your part, hold onto his webbing. “I was just worried about you, is all.”

You nod. “I was worried about you, too. I – “

“Easy Company!” A booming voice interrupts. “We’re moving out!”

Quickly, while everyone is distracted, you raise yourself up on your tiptoes and press a kiss to his cheek. Heat rushes to Joe’s cheeks. He feels his eyes widen. You just smile at him, casual as can be.

“We’ve been friends since we were seven. You can’t get rid of me that easily, Joseph.” Then, you rejoin your friends, leaving him to replay the scene over and over in his mind.

He turns to watch you go, unable to move his feet from where they suddenly appear to be stuck to the ground. He’s held in place by the weight of his realization – the emotion that he couldn’t name was love, for you.

[baekgufiles]

sunghoon’s love languages as your bf !! (pt. 2)

pairing: sunghoon x reader (not gender specific !!)

genre: fluff | slice of life (i guess?)

word count: 0.8k words

warnings: mentions of weight and self awareness, pet names, rlly cutesy again

a/n: omg the first part got like 60 notes real quick even though my profile is basically empty??? Tysm 😭

QUALITY TIME he’s the type to say “i miss you :(“ even though you see him like almost everyday. Would stick around as much as he could possibly could.

«hey»

«open the door»

those were the texts you read as you hesitantly open the front door of your apartment. a very smiley sunghoon received you with the phone still in his hand.

"what are you doing here?" you scolded and rushed to hug him at the same time.

"turns out our flight took off way earlier that we thought and I had some spare time so…" he shrunk his shoulders.

"so? you’re spending the night?" you were very excited to spend time together after enhypen’s 3-month-long tour on america.

"i am" he confirmed as he took your hand "but first I’m taking you on a date"

"sunghoon you don’t have to do that, you must be tired" you tried to decline.

"are you joking? i just got off a 13 hours flight. there’s nothing i would like more than going for a walk" he interrupted, quickly. maybe he was even more excited to see you.

"okay, okay, we’ll go. i’m getting us coffee ice cream" you announced, picking up the house keys.

"by the way, why didn’t you open with your own set of keys?" you curiously asked.

"i don’t know, maybe because last time i tried that you almost broke my rib?" he said, ironically.

"oh, yeah, that. sorry" you answered, smiling like an angel "on my defense, it was dark and you were supposed to arrive 3 days later"

sunghoon giggled "i missed your excuses so much"

your eyes soften as you replied "i missed you too"

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION i feel like he would struggle the most with this one idk why. bro would drop some random phrase like “you’re really pretty. not as much as me obviously, but still pretty” for sure

with a heavy sigh you blocked another account from your dms. ever since a sneaky photo of you with sunghoon was filtered, some crazy fans have managed to found your user name.

at first it wasn’t that big of a deal for you, you were well aware of how far people can go for their idols. but lately it had became more and more hurtful to receive insults daily. they would criticize anything about you; your smile was ugly, you were overweighted and even your nose turned out to be crooked and you had never noticed before.

the self awareness, more than ever before, was a commonplace now. You dropped the phone, creating accidentally loud noise as you collapsed on the sofa. you always kept pretty well with criticism but this situation was taking over you.

"baby, are you okay? I think I heard something" his voice sounded careful as he leant to the living room. the preoccupied expression appeared as soon as his eyes met yours, glossy from tears. sunghoon rushed towards you, embracing your figure as you hipped from the crying.

a couple minutes later, sunghoon spoke again in a whisper "can you tell me what happened?"

"it’s… it’s not that big of a deal really "you said between hiccups.

"sweetie, if it wasn’t that important you wouldn’t react like this" he rubbed your back, gently.

instead of talking, you passed your phone to him, the inbox open. sunghoon quickly scrolled throw the screen, his face becoming reddish and his eyes darkening.

"this is what has been bothering you?" he suddenly turned towards you. too embarrassed and still sensible to talk, you burried your head on your arms, but still nodded to let him know.

"y/n you can’t be serious" he spoke, carefully raising your face with one hand "they don’t know shit about me! how could they know what it is good for me?"

"but they’re your fans, they know-"

"they are not my real fans if hating you looks like a good idea for them. they don’t have any right over my relationships" both of his hands were resting on your cheeks now, keeping your eyes from avoiding him "listen. we both know words are not my strong, but i could keep going forever when it comes to you and i will if you don’t start to behave as my cute, confident girlfriend right now"

you lightly laughed, rubbing your eyes one last time. sunghoon felt the pressure on his chest dissipate as your breathe calmed down a bit "thank you for that. it’s just that, you know, you’re so talented, comforting, handsome and everything. sometimes I feel like you deserve so much better than me"

"you’re not perfect and neither i am! but you know what? we don’t need to be perfect to be the perfect couple. and let me tell you," he continued, fully serious, hugging you one more time "i have yet to see a pair that looks nearly as good as you with me""

@ baekgufiles

[maygrantgf]

temptation tuesday

tagged by @honestlydarkprincess 😘

another day another couple hundred ideas...will they ever become wips?? who knows!

buddie move into a "haunted" house crack exactly what it sounds like LMAO they move into a new house and its gonna basically be like

buck: babe our house is haunted that piece of furniture just moved RIGHT in front of us???

eddie: .... no i do not see it,,, im going to bed❤️

buddie first argument buck and eddie have their first fight and a couple and it leaks into the firehouse. chim and hen are nosy and want to know what they're fighting about (and bc they care!! like why are their friends fighting??) so they basically interrogate them separately and help them try to talk to each other like normal ppl

eddie buying anniversary present for buck cashier scares him with gambling story this is so sjfhjdks its really silly and came to me super randomly but eddie goes shopping with hen to buy an anniversary present and they come across this cute lil shop. eddie goes to pay and the cashier is VERY nosy and also VERY talkative. imma just say she tells eddie unprompted about her gambling addict (ex) bf who spent all of her savings and now shes broke but its so WONDERFUL him and his partner have been together 6 months happy anniversary!!!! eddie and hen leave the store like what the fuck? can we agree to never go back there?

buck is accused of murder or some other super serious thing uhh tbh idk if i'll ever write this its super angsty but im a sucker for this trope on tv soooo

buck disappears after almost running someone over OKAY so i pretty much have like more than half of this fic planned out i just. havent written it. u know how it is. y'all ready? okay lets do this under the cut:

this is def inspired by something ive watched before i just dont remember what. anyway. newly weds buck and eddie driving home from work (maybe) buck is driving. they're talking yknow shooting the shit and then all of a sudden this woman comes outta no where and runs in front of the car eddie yells "BUCK" and buck hits the breaks almost running her over but he doesn't. the woman has blood coming out of her eyes and she puts her hands on the hood of the car and tries to say something before she collapses on the ground. buddie get out of the car and try to help her but her heart stops and while eddie does cpr buck calls 911

so it goes the cops come and question them and buck is just sitting there like oh my god did I hit her? is it my fault she died and eddie is like um no !!!! it was obviously something else. anyway they get let go and they go home. there's an investigation n shit but no leads so the case goes cold. a few months later there's another victim and the 118 responds and it's the sameeee thing!! that happened to buddie and ofc they're freaked out

something something other things happen but I'm thinking buck somehow gets involved bc he's nosy and gets kidnapped by the baddie who did that to the other victims

the second part is the aftermath of his disappearance but imma leave it for another time bc this this is so loooong. hmu if yall want more tho !!

tagging @bigfootsmom @lovebuck @herodiaz @usercowboy @dollhousejee

[renegades-garbage]

Finding The Truth Part 2

sequel to this fic 

the description is on part 1

maybe ill write a part where they tell adrians dads idk yet tho

anyways i love you and hope you enjoy!

Adrian wasn’t sure what to think or really what to do at all. Nova, who had just shown up at his home completely unannounced, was now collapsed in his arms sobbing. 

Adrian had never seen Nova cry before, he got the feeling she wasn't one to cry in front of people often. A warm feeling ran through him upon the realization that she had come to him rather than being alone as she usually preferred, but he couldn't think about that right now. He also couldn't think about the fact that he had this strange terrified protective feeling that he didn’t quite understand but knew it definitely wasn’t platonic. 

Adrian took a deep breath clearing his addled thoughts. They were still in the doorway, halfway on the porch and half in the entryway.

“Do you want to come inside?” 

Nova nodded her head numbly. It was only then that Adrian realized she was drenched in rain.

“Nova you’re soaked. Did you walk here?” Another head nod. “Come downstairs ill get you some dry clothes okay?”

“Okay,” she said weakly. Adrian had never heard her sound like that. Frail and helpless, words he would never in a million years use to describe Nova Mclain, and it broke his heart. 

–

Adrian watched as she fiddled with the hem of the t-shirt he had given her. He wasn’t really sure what to do at this point. He still didn’t know why Nova was here and she hadn’t said much to give him any sort of hint.

She wasn’t crying anymore but her eyes were still red and he ached to bring her into his arms, though he refrained not wanting to make her uncomfortable or further upset her as she seemed to get overwhelmed by physical touch sometimes. As they sat in silence he couldn’t help but feel like he was doing something wrong, like he missed the ‘comforting your girlfriend (girlfriend?) 101 class.

Just as he was about to break the silence (something that he’s sure would have resulted in awkwardness) Nova heaved a sigh.

“I'm sorry for just showing up like this. I just,” she cleared her throat “um needed somewhere to go.”

“That's okay. I've shown up at your house unannounced my fair share of times.” He offered a weak smile which she didn’t really return.

He watched as she fought more tears and decided grabbing her hand would be acceptable. Nova stared at their joined hands and began to cry more.

“I'm so sorry,” she said again.

“Hey, I already said it's fine you're welcome here.”

“No not that.” she was shaking, struggling to get her words out. “I messed up Adrian. Like I really fucked up, bad. You’re going to hate me when I tell you.”

This only confused Adrian more. “I'm not going to hate you, Nova. I don’t think that’s even possible,” he confessed. 

Nova looked up at him her eyes sad. “I really wish that was true Adrian because I care about you. I genuinely care about you. A lot .” Adrian would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little shocked to hear this blatant admission come out of her mouth. Nova wasn’t usually one to talk about her feelings so openly like this. He had an eerie feeling that she was trying to prove herself to him like whatever she was going to tell him would make him not believe her. 

“Nova you’re kind of scaring me,” Adrian said with a dull laugh, only half joking.

To his dismay, Nova let go of his hand before speaking.

“I lied Adrian. About a lot of things and I don't think I can fix this.”

“I can help you Nova just tell me what’s going on.” Adrian was honestly terrified at this point but he wanted to be there for her, and he honestly didn’t think that anything she said could change that.

“My name’s not Nova Mclain. Its Nova…Artino”

Adrian froze. He didn’t quite believe the conclusions his mind was jumping to but he knew that last name. “As in-?”

“Yes.” Nova said quickly. “I’m David Artino’s daughter and.” she looked away her voice getting softer “and Ace Anarchy’s niece.”

Adrian gasped a little as silence settle between them. His mind was racing, his thoughts wild and overwhelming. This couldn't mean… She couldn’t be…. No absolutely not. But the more he inspected her face the less sure he was. 

“Nova…” he didn’t want to ask. He wasn’t even sure he was ready to hear the answer he already knew would come out of her mouth. “Are you-?”

“Nightmare.” 

A chill ran through Adrian’s body at that name he started shaking his head, not believing what he was hearing. He stood up, anger coursing through his veins. This whole time, the whole time the very person he had been hunting was the person he had begun to care about the most.

“Nova what the hell. So this whole time it was all a lie?” he thought back to the beginning of this conversation when he had thought she sounded like she was trying to prove herself. Prove her feelings to him. So was that real or part of the ruse? Why was she even telling him this? Why had she run to him?

“No, I care about you I promise. My feelings for you are real. Adrian, they lied to me.” 

“What do you mean they lied to you? Why would you do all of this just to confess?”

“My uncle, Ace, he took me in after my parents died. He gave me a family, made me trust him. He told me the renegades failed my family after my father asked for protection from the Roaches, but today...today I heard them talking. It was all a lie, Ace sent the hit man and I was supposed to die too. He killed his own family.” Nova’s voice was breaking as she cried. Adrian was surprised to find that tears were welling up in his own eyes. He didn't fully understand the situation or his feelings but for some reason, he believed Nova, and her still felt for her. 

“Ace told me the renegades failed me. My whole life I've been trained to hate them, to destroy them, but it was all just… manipulation. Lady Indomitable was there that night.” Adrian winced at hearing his mother's name. He sat back down on the sofa, though still not touching Nova. 

“She tried to save us. This whole time I've been fighting for this vision of prodigy rights that I'm not sure Ace even believes in. He just wants power. He doesn’t care about prodigies and he doesn’t care about me. I was so stupid Adrian. I just wanted him to be proud of me. I didn't want to fail him or the other Anarchists and I couldn't even see that they were using me.” Nova was crying so hard now that she could barely get words out and despite everything, Adrian still ached to comfort her. 

“They said they were going to kill me because I started to care about you too much.”

Adrian took her hand once again and she looked so shocked he almost could have laughed. 

“Come here,” he said, and she did. Nova crumbled into his arms once again as she cried, and Adrian couldn’t find it within himself to be mad at her right now, not when she was so clearly hurt and traumatized, and not when he was keeping a secret too. 

He had been so scared to tell her before but now it seemed so insignificant which he had to admit was a small relief.

“I’m the Sentinel.” He said.

Nova looked up at him, her crying ceased as her jaw dropped. “Really? Are you serious?”

“Yes”

“I thought they said that but I wasn’t really sure what was going on”

And then Nova laughed, big heaving exhausted laughs, which made Adrian laugh too. 

“I'm sorry.” He said.

“I don’t think you even need to apologize considering everything. I should be apologizing to you.”

“Based on what you’ve told me, which I still haven’t fully processed, you’re not the one I’m mad at.”

“Maybe you should be.”

“Maybe, but I told you, Nova. It’s not possible for me to hate you.”

Adrian watched as a blush bloomed across her cheeks. Great skies how can she still be so beautiful after crying for hours?

“Your dads are going to hate me. They might put me in jail you know. I would deserve it.”

Adrian sighed not really knowing what to say. He didn't think they would throw Nova in jail if she told them all that but with all the distress she caused as Nightmare he couldn’t be sure. 

“Well, we don’t need to worry about that right now.” He told her. He kissed her forehead gently and laid them both down keeping her in his arms. 

“Okay,” she said. “Thank you, Adrian.”

“For what?”

“Everything,” she said, before laying her head down on his chest and letting her eyes drift closed, allowing them both to fall into a quiet dreamless sleep.

[the-acid-pear]

I remember my dream today for once. Or parts. Since as far as I can remember it started with me going to Brazil (help!). Dream Brazil was fun, I saw a jungle in the beach, I saw mean fucking sea cows that tried to slap me. There also was an unknown pair riding a uh, a cuatri that little 4 wheel machine, and taking selfies with a beautiful (average tbh) blonde woman w big sunglasses. After the sea cow tried to punch me (they were outside the water btw so maybe they were just seals? Then again this was Brazil so idk) we came across a sort of japanese settlement were I saw the best creature of my dreams: the one handed tiger. These mfs looked low poly, like if a guy put on a tiger custome but instead of it being a fursuit or something it was just those flat cloths covering your whole body. They were also very fucking goofy (one did the nya hand at me when I looked at it with utter shock) and bipedal. I really thought that was just some guy trolling but a guide called them one hand tigers and then I saw there were a lot of thems so I had to accept it.

We kept going past the tigers and some other strange fauna. Worth mentioning this setting was a lot more... japanese, aesthetically. Less trees, more empty espace, cooler colors, there was wind.

We eventually made it to a cave full of fish and these were some of the most bizarre fish ever. The guide was explaining us that at night this fish pond (like a fucking jacuzzi made out of stone) becomes more like a cabaret as more bipedal but non the less bizarre and coloful and bright fishes started walking in. I swear to God one was orange and had red big lips and slutty eyes but in the most low poly weird style ever.

We couldn't take picture which was upsetting because I apparently was doing a fish collection like the Sims. However what was truly upsetting was just being there, for it was making me extremely uncomfortable.

I was fixated on a green little fish, bright green, with a hit of yellow, like a neon green apple color, only normal mf still in the pond, but I was getting too anxious so I tried to leave but I stumbled into someone or something and everyone realized and they were like "are you trying to leave? 😦" so they all left with me. Without complaining too!

After that I went up a mountain and I ended up my grandma's old home and this is where we take a melancholy break since it was pretty sad. I was there with my grandpa and my dad. Not much happened. I walked around seeing the clouds and the beautiful sky. I thought of telling my dad we'd stay to eat, but I didn't.

I remember now, before this, I was walking around, someone on a mule saw me. We were chatting, or perhaps I just thought we were. Maybe we were just each talking to ourselves. I really tried to keep my shit together but I eventually collapsed crying, finishing the sentence I'd been trying to say, saying that my grandma was a huge hater but nobody forgave like her. I don't know why I was seeking forgiveness but I was desperate.

Back to the house though, at some point we heard a sound from the distance that sounded just like my grandma's laugh as my dad and I sat outside and we locked eyes for a second and we knew we both had imagined the same and one of us said how missed she is and I broke down crying.

AND THIS IS WHERE THE MELANCHOLY STOPS because as I was crying my nose just started fucking bleeding and I started trying to picture from where the blood was falling for a while but I guess that's just because I was soon to wake up.

Someone who I follow but is not my mutual (mutual in law?) just happened to be close by DRAWING SOUTH PARK FANART out of all things and she saw me and maybe I asked for help or maybe she simply was like 😬 and decided to help this pathetic bleeding animal but for some reason the solution was to tie my arms behind my back bondage style. I remember being like "are you sure this is going to work?" and her reassuring like "don't worry".

I did finally wake up after that.

[deus-ex-mona]

i’d like to hear the sick someya beats lore/intro. you’ve gotten me quite invested.

o h m y hello there, anon enabler~~👀👀

idk how unhinged this is gonna get, so i’ll be dropping a cut here, just like how tamamamamamagoro drops dem sick someya beats—

tbh this whole thing started off as a simple desire to see the longleg do something completely out of character, so the lore really is completely all over the place with this one. but still!!!!!

anyways the (current) starting point for this crackery happens when koichiro gets a couple of tickets to an ft4 live from a patron. the longleg tags along because there’s no way koichiro’s gonna ask yujiro to accompany him, yk?

so the longleg and his shortleg son watch as ft4 drop their sick beats (and horrible dance moves) to fake star. koichiro turns to tamamamamamagoro, all fake starry-eyed and stuff and go “dad… i wanna do that too!!!” and longleg goes “ok”, because he’s old, has experienced nothing but kabuki in his entire sad life, and figured “hey, if anything this could prove to be an educational experience for me about the ways of the young whippersnappers”.

and so mc someya t. and lil’ ko commission iv to write them a backing track, providing their own “lyrics” to serve as a basis of inspiration. iv takes one look at the lyrics and tries to gently advise them against doing any of it, only to fail miserably when the longleg just says “do it. i’ll double the payment.” instead. poor iv offers “ok how’s this: i’ll teach you how to write your own backing tracks and songs, so please keep my name away from this hot mess of a work” (albeit in nicer terms). and that’s how lil’ ko becomes dj lil’ ko. longleg stays as mc someya t. though, because he likes how that name sounds.

the longleg and the shortleg work really hard on their song in the interim, to the point where they nearly collapse from overwork after a kabuki performance. “but it’s ok,” they reason, “it’s for the sake of our dream…”. tae just backs away slowly with a polite smile, wanting no part of this.

their first performance finally happens. they pass it off as an encore for their kabuki performance of the day, confusing all their patrons because “since when does kabuki have an encore????”. anyways, they quickly get changed out of their elaborate kimonos and come out in jaw-droppingly hideous getups.

picture this: one moment you see these two guys all dolled up and pretty in their kimonos, only to see those two same guys reemerge dressed in oversized shirts, baggy jeans, backwards caps, and ill-fitting sunglasses and chain necklaces. and then the smaller one tries to set up a dj booth as quickly as he can, as the taller one begins to beatbox horribly to some inaudible beats for some unknown reason. confusion? confusion.

once everything was finally ready, though, it turns out that their debut track, “sick someya beats”, was anything but sick. it sounded way more like a cursed combination of the end result of a kid’s first day at rhyming class and a lxl diss track, interspersed with “modern teen slang”, than anything. i mean, who tries to rhyme “it” with “it”? they’re the same word.

“yO DAWG IT’S ME, MC SOMEYA T., IN DA HOUSE!!!!!”

“YEAH YEAH GO SHAWTY, LET’S YEET IT!!!!”

“HIT THE BEAT, LIL’ KO!!!!”

“DAB ON THE YUJIROS!!!! FLEX ON THE AIZOS!!!!!”

“DROPPING SICK BEATS. YEAH. LET’S GET IT.”

“yeOWWWWW THAT’S A HOT MIX, LIL’ KO!!”

“WHO NEEDS A ROMEO WHEN YOU CAN HAVE THE SICK. SOMEYA. BEATS?!”

“STICK AROUND FOR THE RAD SOMEYA BEATS.”

[dance interval, in which mc someya t. does a traditional dance with a folding fan he pulled out from somewhere within the deep recesses of his baggy jeans, all while dj lil’ ko just works the dj booth in the background]

“HEY YO. GO SHAWTY.”

“DAISUKI IS NOT YAPPA SAIKYOU. WE ARE YAPPA SAIKYOU.”

“THIS HAS BEEN… SICK. SOMEYA. BEATS.” [explosion sound effects]

“PEACE AND ROCK OUT.”

…and of course, the lyrics (aside from the yappa saikyou-related lines) were completely in english. it’s a small wonder why iv wanted nothing to do with it.

anyways, sick someya beats becomes a cursed hit, mostly because the idea of seeing a rich middle-aged man try his best to act like a teenager was weirdly hilarious at best. plus, it served as a good example of how not to rap, which was pretty helpful to aspiring rappers.

mc someya t.’s second single, “even a national treasure can be hip and cool too”, was a sleeper hit too. thrift stores started to use it as bgm all the time after its release

lxl know nothing about this until a fan asks them what their beef with “mc someya t. feat. dj lil’ ko” is. yujiro faints when they finally look up their self-proclaimed rivals after that interaction

the conflict happens when lxl finally sue mc someya t. and dj lil’ ko for defamation. there was a whole court case and everything that ended with them settling on a compromise to 1) leave lxl out of their diss tracks (“father, please. dissing ascana is more fun, i swear!”) and 2) to give aizo yujiro’s hand in marriage as a form of reparations, because aizo had nothing to do with the someyas before this. outsider rights, man

and the conclusion to this arc ends with mc someya t. and dj lil’ ko performing a rap cover of yappa saikyou at lxl’s wedding. shibasaki yujiro has tears in his eyes as he watches his stepfather and brother dance and rap at his wedding reception.

“this is… so not yappa saikyou.”

tl;dr: i just wanted mc someya t. to be a horrendous rapper for my own amusement; how did it end up like this—

[nyxicnymph]

man i feel like a fake all the time and idk how to stop it

"i'm not a real artist" "i'm not a real author" "Oh no, you misunderstand, I'm not actually a [redacted] I just work there part time and get paid to do it and haven't had any complaints."

i am so fully aware of how ridiculous this sounds but it gets worse.

"I'm probably not really gay." "I'm probably not actually mentally ill." "I probably don't even have anything wrong with me. I'm just tired all the time even when good things are happening and just get weirdly light headed at times."

I downplay everything. to myself, to my friends, to my parents (even when i'm hurt/sick). I feel like such a fake at life, like i'm not even really living because I only leave the house a few times a week. Even the entirety of my competition shooting career I felt like a fake, a fraud, like any day they would kick me out (they very nearly did because these two girls were BITCHES but I digress)

on and on and on it goes. I'm not a good friend, something says. I'm an even worse lover/partner. fake fake fake fake everything you've built for yourself, my brain says, is nothing but smoke and mirrors that will collapse as soon as someone figures it out.

why why why why?

I don't know. I'm so tired (but not so tired you can't fuck around on tumblr, that nasty part tells me).

is there something wrong with me?

[viyagari]

It’s Really One of Those Years, Eh?

I couldn't log in to Dreamwidth for some reason, so I had to go here.

First writing in 2025 and finally, an update for idk how long since I neglect my account.

It’s 5 AM, on the first day of 2025. I was forced to wake up by the sound of my cat’s auntie wailing at the door, begging for breakfast. Apparently, the door connecting the main room and the garage was opened. For a night, she was the queen of the house. I tricked her to go back to the garage and closed the door. Her reign was over. My dawn had just begun.

In a manner I found unbefitting even for my standard, I sat down and opened my laptop. As my senses started to come back to me, I typed this…essay? Confession? Whatever you call it. There’s something that I needed to let out.

What I wanted to say was…

2024 was a weird year for me.

A fact I believe nobody would be surprised about. Everybody knew last year was kind of a shitshow. Everybody was kind of unsure if this year things would stay the same, in terms of shittyness. There were so many, too many, bad things happening simultaneously. Everything, everywhere, all at once even.

A shitshow as dark as a blindfold over my eyes, our eyes.

Last year took its toll out of me, irl-wise. Right when I started to feel my age. Projects were hard to come. I made even less than the previous year. Worst election in my whole life, and even worse pre-election campaign months. Brain drain on the media, even more heinous brain drain on the internet. Kept my eyes on Gaza, the Palestinians suffered more than I did of course.

At one point, I thought perhaps it was easier to start over your country from zero. My country refused to die, yet somehow it always found a way to make things worse for itself. It kept dragging its rotten body like a zombie, and all of us who were trapped inside it.

My parents accused me of wanting the country to collapse when I debated them about the treatment of Rohingya refugees and the government’s inaction. You know what, maybe that’s right. Maybe I really wanted my country to collapse after all.

This stupid blind nationalism. Polarization even among those who were supposed to resist the government’s oppression. Police brutality went bolder for all eyes to see. Didn’t they realize that Kanjuruhan massacre was just two years ago? Oh who was I to say? Just blame the wind. Case closed.

Human tend to recall bad memories much easier than it is for good memories. It’s a part of our instinct. That’s how our ancestors survived in the wild. Little did they know it would also be the source of anguish for their successors.

This primordial instinct blinded me, and I was forced to navigate the year by haplessly feeling around. The pressure was crazy. Perhaps I’m starting to feel the psychological toll of living through the pandemic.

If you think my hyperfixation and the internet were my salvation during tough times, you’d be… I want to say “you’d be wrong”, but “you’d be right” is also valid.

I still had my DayTez hyperfixation. Past!me would’ve never written this much and made two fanbooks and a half (free paper fic). This counted as good memory. All the doujins and merchs and the printing put some pressure on me financially. And this was the bad memory, but it was entirely my fault.

First time attending Comifuro as a participant. Good memory.

Not selling even one book. Bad memory, but it was quickly offset when someone bought one on CF19 PO period.

Decided to commit to write fic in Indonesian. Bad memory, ‘cause I narrowed down my readership scope when I’m not even a big name ficcer. But it was also a good memory, once I realized that I could still write in Indonesia.  

Bought a new laptop. Now I could work faster and I don’t have to struggle with outdated software. Good memory. The new laptop put a pretty significant dent in my savings. Bad memory.

Finally returned to Jakarta and met my friends. Finally got to try that Mexican restaurant and took a lot of oshikatsu pics. Finally left the house to take a temporary breather. Good memories.

Fell ill halfway through the month and for most of the time I couldn’t go to as many places that I wanted. Felt bad because I couldn’t take my friends to the Mexican restaurant because of that damn sore throat & decided to stay in one place. Awful, awful memories.

The list could go on, but I should stop before it went nowhere.

I’m thinking about cool phrases to end this nonsense. I couldn’t think of one. Maybe leaving it without one is the best option. Truth is, I still have my blindfold on. I could pry it open, puffed up my chest, and said, “Maybe there’ll be more good things next year.”

But I have my doubts. I don’t think next year will be easier for me or anyone. That alone is another blindfold to replace the one I pried open.

I guess I will still be stumbling and feeling my way up for I don’t know how long.

[crime-bot]

okay so i definitely recommend you search what ken looks like because he looks like goro (& shido) a lot (i've always thought shido had browner-yellowy eyes and ken has brown eyes, shido's goatee? is spiky and so is ken's hair (& we can assume shido had spiky hair), its just a lot of that. ken looking more like their father and goro looking like their mom is also so real.. theyre identical twins regardless cause the differences seem tiny when theyre next to eachother (theres actually a fic called the sword & the scale and it goes into them being half-siblings its whatnstarted my ideas and its so good. the latest chapter has them talking to the PTs and everyone unable to tell them apart because they keep doing everything the same) ANYWAY. ken lore time.

ok, basically in p3 .. do you remember that dude with the rogue persona i told you about whos NOT a villain? that's shinjiro aragaki. hes really important to ken lore. ok so basically his persona's rogue: 2 years before p3 takes place (takes place 2009-2010,) on october 4th, 2007, shinjiro's persona went rogue and killed ken's mom (& made their whole building collapse.) shinjiro felt bad and quit the SEES and went back to living on the streets (he was previously at an orphanage before the SEES but that was burnt down) and shinjiro keeps taking the persona suppressors (which are killing him. he starts wearing a beanie and heavy jacket bc hes cold all the time bc he cant regulate his temp anymore.) fast forward to 2009, where ken gets a persona called nemesis (greek goddess of revenge) and learns how to use .. i forgot what its called but its kinda like a pole? ykwim. anyway. he plans to kill shinjiro (bc he doesnt know it was an accident) for killing his mom and almost does it on october 4th 2009 when takaya (also rogue persona haver. villain. extremely gay for shinjiro & his fellow villain jin tbh. takaya makes me sad anyways) shows up and goes to kill ken, but shinjiro blocks it and gets shot and dies instead. sound familiar to one persona 5 boy? ken never kills again ( hes literally 11 in 2009 btw. goro turned 16 in 2014 when he killed wakaba. these kids were YOUNG. goro started working with shido when he was 15, since in nov he says its been almost 2 & a half years of working w eachother) and instead basically gets adopted by the kirijo group? idk its never explained but in p3 the kirijo group stages ken's mom death as a car accident (bc it originally happened in the dark hour) and the main makoto-ish girl is mitsuru kirijo (who is an icon and hates the group so we love her) but anyway we never really get an explanation with who ken is staying with, he just stays with the SEES? so im saying the kirijo adopted him.

anyway.. them as kids together would be ... very odd. hectic if they were deaged to after their mom died (& in the au goro sees she killed herself but then a few mins after the house gets fucking destroyed by castor/shinjiro's persona so ken never knows she killed herself. boy who doesnt know any jp/doesnt speak having to help his little brother who knows jp/speaks drag their mom & themselves out of the rubble of the house immediately after seeing his mom hang. doesnt say anything to his brother abt it 💔💔)

Ayy I survive! Thanks for the patience man

The wildest part is that I've Seen Ken before, multiple times, and I never really made these connections. I could definitely see them as twins, and oh man I wanna check out that fic later!

God that's wild, to be fair I've known of bits and pieces about Ken and his backstory, but nothing in great detail, so it's wild to see the bigger picture (and some more about Shinjoro! This poor guy!). A hot temper and steady will really seems to run in the family.

Dude that would be so wild!!!! I'd love to see the shit they'd get up to, as well as witness the kind of emotional processing they should've been allowed to have, with the support of the PTs and Akria's confidants. When it comes to traumatic experiences, it is crucial that there are multiple people of different kinds that the person is able to turn to after the fact to talk to and have support from

[uglyloki]

@trekmemes replied to your photo “happy easter my washing machine just fucking exploded”

?????

honestly???  me too???

[divine17]

↳ SECONDHAND NEWS | MASTERLIST

Request: “Idk how but you meet Fezco and just hit it off. Just something sweet please. Maybe with Rue too :)” - Anon

“hiii i would love a fezco x reader <3” - Anon

“honestly i’d love anything fluffy with my baby fez!!“ - Anon

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A/N: Reader smokes weed in this one!! I know it makes some people uncomfortable so I thought I’d mention it

Y’know, you really couldn’t say how it happened, or why, or even when, exactly, but it appeared as if Rue had abandoned you… At her dealer’s house.

The two of you had been hanging out and she said she had to run a quick errand. Maybe it was stupid, or naïve, but you hopped on the back of her bike and didn’t think much of it until… Well, probably about ten minutes ago, when you walked in the living room and she told you to sit and wait for her, that she’d only be a minute. You nodded, taking out your phone and beginning to waste time scrolling through Instagram.

A minute passed, then five… And then ten… And you waited patiently, occasionally glancing up and toward the doorway she’d walked into, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. You could hear vague parts of a hushed conversation taking place behind the wall, but not enough to make out what was being discussed, before there was the sound of a door clicking shut and a loud sigh. Now that, that made you a little nervous, but you still waited for her, albeit more hesitantly now.

“Oh, shit… You’re Rue’s friend, ain’t you?”

Turning your head, you see a tall, ginger-haired boy standing in the doorway she’d walked into. He’s got a lighter in one hand and blunt in the other, and he looks a bit surprised to see you sitting on his couch.

“Yeah…” You said nervously, trailing off. Were you not supposed to be here? Where was Rue? And who was this dude, exactly? You’d seen him hanging around parties a couple times, but never spoken to him or caught his name. “Where is she?”

“I dunno how to tell you this but, uh… She left. Like, a while ago, man.” The guy scratches his head, taking a couple steps forward to look out the window, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “Yeah, she’s gone.”

What the fuck?

“Okay. That’s great.” You sigh loudly, collapsing back on the couch. Rue really just left you at a dealer’s house, alone, with no way to get home. What the hell are you supposed do? Just sit and rot and wait for her to realize and come get you?

“I think you need this more than me.” The redhead says, offering you his blunt. You nod, a silent thank you, before taking a hit, exhaling slowly. He sits down on the opposite end of the couch, clearly trying not to freak you out… More than you already were, at least, which you appreciated.

“Do you happen to know where she went?” You ask, glancing out the window. You could only see part of the road from your spot on the couch, but it was empty. No real sign Rue had even been there. But he shook his head. “She was my ride. I live, uh, over past the high school.”

“Oh… Well, uh… If you wanna hang out, I can drive you home when Ashtray gets here.” He says softly. You nod, passing him back the blunt. Silently, you question whether or not Ashtray seemed like a person or not, and what they’d done to get such a nickname, but decide not to ask. Some things were better left unsaid, at least for the moment. “My name is Fezco, ‘case you were wonderin’.”

“I’m Y/N.” You can’t help but smile slightly at his name. Maybe it was the weed hitting you already, but he was honestly pretty cute, and the name Fezco fit him well. “Good to meet you, Fezco.”

“You can call me Fez.” He offers, and you take the blunt from him again. “Did Rue, um… Say why she was here?”

“Said it was an errand.” You say, glancing over at the window again. A car passes quietly and Fez looks hesitant, like he’s skating across thin ice, trying to figure out what you do and don’t know. “I know you’re… You deal drugs, I think. And I know she has a problem.”

He sighs lightly, like something heavy was lifted off his chest. “Yeah, didn’t wanna say nothin’, if you didn’t know already. That’s her shit.”

You nod, leaning back on the couch. Honestly, it was comfortable, and you probably could fall asleep right now if you wanted to. Instead, you pull out your phone, staring at Rue’s contact photo. For whatever reason, you’d left your phone on the table and she’d taken a quick selfie. Her hair was fluffy and wild from the rain that night and her eyes were bright and full of life, like they always used to be. She threw up a lazy little peace sign, a smile playing on her lips. That picture of her always made you smile.

After a moment, you put your phone back down, deciding not to text her after all. Honestly, at this point, you were curious to see how long it would take her to realize she’d left you. It had already been, what? A half hour? The mere absurdity of the situation made you giggle a little, which made Fezco shoot you a questioning look, his eyes soft and curious.

“Don’t you think it’s a little funny… She left me at her dealer’s house… It’s just a bit dum-, I mean, no offense. I got lucky, you’re very sweet.” You gesture down to the last of the blunt that rested between your fingers, realizing that the two of you had been absentmindedly passing it back and forth, like it was normal for you, like old friends. “But it is a bit crazy.”

“Yeah.” He laughs lightly, in a sad kind of way. “I’d tell you I’ll talk to her ‘bout it, but I think she needa hear it from you. She’s family, but I can’t fix her shit like that.”

You nod, thinking. She’s family. “Yeah. Probably for the best.”

“You mad at her?” Fez asks, leaning forward to stub out the roach. You shake your head, and he responds quietly. “Yeah, I feel that.”

“Why? You mad at her too?” It’s his turn to nod, and you suddenly feel anxious, nervous that you had something to do with it.

“Not ‘bout you, though, you’re chill. Different stuff.” He looks around the room, grabbing the remote and turning the TV on. He flips through a few channels for a moment before deciding that this one would be good background noise.

The living room is big, you think. There’s a second couch to your right, and a coffee table loosely scattered with trinkets and an ashtray rests in front of you. A couple blankets were tossed across the furniture, but not messily. It’s quite cozy, and somehow, it felt safe. Like nothing bad could happen to you in this moment, as you sat on Fezco’s couch, high as a kite on a Thursday afternoon. Ironically enough, it was like you could finally relax.

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence for a while before the door opens, revealing a little kid, backpack slung over his shoulder. Fez smiles softly as he sits the bag down by the door. They talk for a moment, but honestly, you weren’t listening to their conversation.

A minute later, Fez says your name lightly, getting your attention. He reaches his hand out and you feel comfortable to take it. He says goodbye to Ashtray, who gives a quick thumbs up as he goes down a hallway, before leading you outside and to his car. Strangely, it feels weird to leave, but the drive home is comfortable and quiet. The radio is low and the two of you make casual, lazy conversation.

“Thank you, for driving me home. And for letting me smoke your weed.” You laugh, and he smiles for a moment.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. You’re cool.” He looks over at you and you feel the blood rushing to your cheeks. His eyes are back on the road within moments, but you bring your hand to cover your rosy cheeks anyway. “Might gotta do it again, if you have time.”

“I think I can make time for you, Fez.”

Maybe, just maybe, Rue accidentally leaving you with Fez hadn’t been so bad after all.

[foster-the-moths]

more thoughts about adam murray in vol 4

disclaimer: i think adam is a huge asshole and he shouldn't treat the people around him Like That but i think understanding the reason of why he does that is just as important as understanding why his actions aren't justified

first of all i do believe it is in his nature to hurt the people around him but i also think he does not mean to. also i don't think his actions are justified but i AM questioning if they were really even his to begin with. sarah asks him "what's gotten into you" so this is obviously abnormal behavior for him, and (before he denies it) sarah seems to be under the impression that jonah is his best friend, not just some guy he hangs out with. even evelin says "he's always been the nicest guy" during her interview. I've already talked about the part in the second memorial video when he says he "never said that" and the whole "get out of my head" thing and i think sarah noticing him acting strange kind of cements that. it's hard to tell what he actually says and what might be someone else or what might be influenced by someone else so. idk but until it's confirmed one way or another i'm skeptical he actually meant any of what he said to sarah (maybe i'm in denial but. whatever).

Also i think he really shouldn't have brought sarah to cesar's house, and definitely shouldn't have pushed her like that, but i don't think he really understood how distressed she was. whenever he's around an alternate he seems to get a little obsessive over it and i think it blinds him to how the people around him feel. i don't think he meant to hurt sarah, and i don't think he ever had any malicious intent when he took her to that house, but i also think sarah has a right to be mad at him. it was fucked up.

idk. just kind of tired of people saying he has malicious intent behind everything he does when i don't think that's the case. and its just so much more interesting to look at him through a different lens. and maybe this has no real basis in canon but i think he wants to be able to feel the things he seems to be unable to. i think a part of him is disgusted by his own lack of emotions. i think he wants to understand. he sounds desperate when he says "it's the computer, not me, i swear." i think his entire reality is collapsing around him and he doesn't know how to pick up the pieces. i think he pushes other people away because they are horrified by him. viewing adam through a lens of tragedy is just so much more interesting then chalking it up to him being evil. if human beings would do the things he did in his situation then imagine being an alternate on top of that. and there's just still so much we don't know about him. most of what we've seen is things going to shit and high-strung emotions like we don't know what he does on a day-to-day basis. at the end of the day i think he is nuanced and until we get more information he's a bit of an enigma still (and i'm not as good as articulating my thoughts into words as i would like to be). but this is literally just the most opinionated and self-projecting analysis of this character as well so do with that information with you will lmao.