#just pick the one that sounds the most interesting ig

[the-stray-storyteller]

Trying to name the series Forged in Red is a part of.

WHICH ONE SOUND INTERESTING?

[inf3ct3dd]

streamer!ellie pt.2

summary: i hated the other one of this that i made, so REMAKE TIEM!!!

warnings: miiinor sexual content, shit talking, gay people 😒

authors note: heheheh ples don’t flop this time..

- during her faceless days, she opened up a po box so ppl could send her things, and she made an amazon wishlist and she unboxed stuff on stream 😍😍

- one day she was unboxing a giant box of cat toys. string, those little feather stick things, even that weird automatic flapping fish thing (that she secretly loves and taped to her back one time)

- she was playing with this one toy that was a little fishing reel, and it had string and a little fish on the bottom. she went on and onnn about how shes a self proclaimed “fishing master” while garf chased it around, letting out little meows and growls of frustration.

- eventually, she lost her grip and let go of the pole. she bent down to pick it up, forgetting that her face would be in view. thus, the chat started blowing up.

ewwwbruh: FACE REVEAL

ewwife: EW WE CAN SEE UR FACE

ewwife: JUST THE SIDE BUT WE CAN SEE YOUU

ewssidechick: her nose looks so rideable…

- she got distracted petting garfield, and didn’t realize anything until she stood up. she was getting tagged over and over again on twitter, blurry pictures of her face (curtesy of the shitty webcam) circulating through her subreddit.

- “guys. im gonna erase this from ur memory…” and she literally held up this goofy ass hypnotizer pendelum and started fake hypnotizing everyone like “that never happenedddd” “you don’t know what i look likeeee” “that was fakeeee” “chat that was not reallll”

- and everyone literally js went along with it and pretended it never happened. like ppl were tweeting about it and everyone was like “huh??? what are u talking about bruh??”

- she did the same thing after falling off her rainbow unicorn scooter 😞

- one time she revealed that the “ew” in her username stood for her initials, and everyone was making the most horrendous guesses. elliam willace being the favorite one.

- “guys, my name is not edward wilson??? i am…not a man”

- shes gotten into so much drama…multiple notes app apologies have been issued via her instagram story.

- people would ask her opinions on other streamers, and she’d literally just be like “…i have no idea who that is.” and people would get so MADDDD but homegirl is literally just blatantly unaware

- or she would know , and would literally be like “they’re honestly super annoying and i would rather kill myself than watch them but whatever floats ur boat ig!”

- she played that “womp womp womp womppp” sound effect on her soundboard afterwards.

- SPEAKING OF. she abuses that soundboard sooo much. its so obnoxious and annoying like I SWEARRR!!! she’ll tell a horrible pun and play the crowd laughing and cheering sound effects while literally no one laughed.

“guys. whats the best way to watch a fly fishing tournament??”

“…live streaming.”

(crowd cheering sound effect)

“nooo thank you thank you, you’re all too kind, really!!”

- meanwhile chat was dead silent.

- every time she gets to choose her own name on a game its some dumb shit like "jizzmaster" or "chris fucker"

- “it appears you have entered innapropriate content.” “OHHH LOOK AT EPISODE LOOK AT THESE CORPORATE BIGWIGS TRYING TO CONTROL THE LITTLE MAN???”

- she just ended up naming him “chris phucker”

- like when she played episode on stream and made up really annoying voices for all the characters and made her character look like an elderly man, and made the love interest look like you 😍😍

- she messes up sm on games when she streams normally, but when you're there? she is LOCKED THE FUCK IN. sitting there so focused the entire time just to show off

- whenever she randomly goes silent she just starts SINGING. it's either nicki minaj or some fucking fnaf song

"IS THIS THE THANKS THAT I GET FOR PUTTING U BITCHES ON???"

- speaking of, her favorite fnaf song is def “stay calm” cuz she loves saying “hey kids. Nice to eat ya.”

- bought one of those "i paused my game to be here" tshirts…ironically. you refuse to let her wear it in public

- beefs w kids on fortnite sm... she has definitely gotten banned for saying she was gonna bomb a kids house or fuck their mom 😞

- every time she plays a game, she'll literally sit there and watch an 8 hour long video about the lore. she'll plop down on the couch and watch it like a movie

"did you know everyone actually thought that fnaf one took place in 1993, but it was actually 1992?"

- she definitely had you sit next to her when she played through fnaf because she was lowk scared the entire time whenever she heard you walking around the house while she was playing she'd hear footsteps in the hallway and be like. WHAT THE FUCKKK

-she'd have you right next to her, laying your head on her shoulder and messing with her free hand. if you fell asleep, she would be sitting there slapping her hand over her mouth whenever she gets jumpscared bc she doesn't want you to wake up 😞

- sometimes, while she streams , she plays one handed games and lets you sit and draw on her arm for fun. even got you a whole set of those skin markers so u could go ABSOLUTELY HAM. she got one drawing you did that said “r + e 4eva” tattooed in ur handwriting…such a sap

- she loves watching fan edits of herself...AND OF YOU. she'll be on her burner account with a whole collection on tiktok of edits of you.

ewwsbiggestfan: shes so bad i want her to hit me w her car...

- speaking of. imagine her using that account to make shitty capcut edits of you like

- shes ur biggest fan ongod

-WHILE WE’RE ON THE TOPIC OF “fans”…what if i made a completely new origin story for streamer!ellie and reader. what if they were both streamers….

- OKAY SO BASICALLY.

- you had started streaming about a year before ellie did. butttt, you two did very different types of streaming.

- you weren’t very into like, SERIOUS video games. sure, you played some stuff, like animal crossing and roblox and the sims, but nothing more than that.

- that wasn’t what you were streaming though.

- ever since you were younger, you had been wayyyy into…literature.

-by literature i mean fanfiction. heaps of it.

- actors, anime characters, BOOK CHARACTERS, you were in DEEP

- sometimes, for fun, you used to read them out loud in stupid voices. when you were alone, or with your friends, it was very entertaining

- that’s when you got the idea to start streaming it. if it could entertain your friends, and you, whos to say it wouldn’t entertain other people.

- well, it definitely did. in your first year, you hit 10k followers. people loved you. theyd make edits of you, send in requests of fics for you to read, everything.

- a while later, ellie started gaining more and more popularity. out of all the incomes of fame, fanfiction was the most. abundant!

- one day, you got a request to read an ellie x reader fic. at the time, you barely had any idea who she was, but you decided to just go with it 🤞🏽

- “who the fuck is elliam willace???”

- the fanfic was definitely very…graphic!

- “your hips rolled onto her thigh, her slender, tattooed hand palming at your waist. ‘you’re doing so good babe, fuck.’-“ “GUYS. ISN’T SHE NOT ON MUTE RIGHT NOW???”

- you couldn’t help but giggle the rest of the fic, feeling a nagging heat in your core. you didn’t even know who the girl was, but if this fic was accurate, someone would have to sedate you.

-“im actually. gnawing at the iron bars of my enclosure. GUYS. who is this woman…is she real… if she is. things are about to get WICKED.”

- not very thankful to you at the moment, she was very real. apparently, you and her were streaming at the same time, and your followers raided her stream telling her she was reading about you. her curiosity was obviously piqued, and why would she NOT join the stream?

- creeperewman: im definitely real!

- the text on your screen literally made your stomach fall into your ass. you stood up and legit just walked out of the room, camera still on. was she there the whole time???

- creeperewman: aww 😞 where’d she go she’s so badddd

- you eventually returned after a minute of calming yourself down, and low and behold, she gifted you 100 subs and followed you on instagram.

- she was definitely very real!! and that fanfic was…lore accurate. to say the least 😊

- after you two started dating, the two of you would often show up on eachothers streams. ellie, teaching you how to play cod, and you, reading with her.

- she secretly loves reading the fics people write about her and making fun of them, and every time you stream with her shes “subtly” hinting that you should read about her

sitting there pulling on her collar, looking away like “gee, wonder who you’re gonna pick today” with the worst fake laugh ever.

- “ellie can barely ride a scooter, idk why she’s in the mafia rn…” “you fall off ONE TIME and all of a sudden you cant ride a scooter. bullshit.”

- she makes fun of all the dumb pet names like “babygirl” and “darling” and randomly calls you them and bursts out laughing

- you still read those fics when you’re bored sometimes. and ellie MERCILESSLY makes fun of you for it

“yknow, if you missed me that bad, you should’ve just told me.”

[roanofarcc]

THE OLD FASHIONED WAY

pairing. trevor lefkowtiz x alive!reader

summary. You had always regarded your ability to see ghosts as odd, until you met Sam and her eclectic group of ghosts.  

warnings. kind of/kind of not happy ending, ig? sad trevor :( angsty and a little flirty. reader gets stood up.

word count. 3.8K || masterlist

a/n. alive!reader HURTS but in the best way

trevor tag list. @marcos-scorpion , @youngdumbamericanteen

“I have one last, fun, interview question,” Sam said and you inwardly cringed. You had sat through so many job interviews that you knew a ‘fun’ question was normally anything but. Nevertheless, you smiled politely and nodded at her to continue asking. “What are your thoughts on ghosts?” 

You laughed, against your will. It was a reflexive response that you immediately regretted. “Sorry!” you rushed out. 

She didn’t seem put off by your laughing. “I know, it’s a ridiculous question. But the last guy that worked here…uh, this place may, potentially, be haunted. Not that I know, but there’s speculation. I just want to know how you feel about ghosts. Do you believe in them? Do you think it's all a bunch of mumbo-jumbo?” That was probably one of the oddest interview questions you’d ever been asked, but it was better than explaining how your weaknesses were really strengths. It also felt pointed. 

You didn’t know Sam and she didn’t know you, but the question made it sound like she knew your weird talent. And for some reason, you didn’t feel the embarrassment you normally did when someone brought up the concept of ghosts. There was something about Sam that compelled you to tell the truth, even against your better judgment. 

“Actually, that’s kind of a funny story-” you started, but were cut off.

“Samatha, when you are done, your assistance is needed in the television room. Someone believes it is his turn to watch another horrible film of space nonsense, but I distinctly recall it being my turn to watch those horrible women pick out whorish dresses for their weddings.” A woman appeared at the threshold of the entryway and the living room, dressed in a gown not from that century with her red locks pinned up in a curious updo. You were taken back, confused when your eyes fell on the man that stood beside her, dressed formally on top but lacking anything but socks and shoes on his bottom half. 

“First of all, Star Wars is not ‘space nonsense’ it's one of the biggest movies, like, ever,” the man started. “And second of all, you just got to watch your pick two days ago.” 

Sam cleared her throat, ignoring the two with a tight-lipped smile. You looked between the two, which seemed to confuse them. “I’m so sorry, will you excuse me for one second? I’ve got to take care of something really fast.” 

“Yeah, of course. Take your time. I don’t mess around when it comes to Star Wars either,” you said. 

The two people overlapped in with a ‘what?’ and an ‘excuse me?’ Sam stared at you wide-eyed, mouth slightly agape as she looked between the two figures behind her and you. “Hold on, can you see them?” 

It took a moment for you to understand why that was odd, which was too long if you were being honest. Obviously, no one was walking around in a gown like that or pantsless for no reason. You weren’t looking at cooky guests, but rather ghosts. Did nowhere not have any spirits lingering? It seemed like every job you worked or applied to had ghosts haunting the building. Though, you supposed out of all of the places, it did make the most sense for the old mansion to be haunted. 

But Sam wasn’t a ghost, but she seemed to be able to at least hear the ones in the threshold. “Can you see them?” you asked. 

“Y-Yeah. I can.” 

“Me too.” You have been able to see ghosts since you were little. As a child, most of your friends were the collection of ghosts that inhabited your childhood home. You thought you’d eventually outgrown it, but you never did. Now, nearly everywhere you ventured, you encountered dead people. It was interesting, a little obnoxious at times, and often made you feel like a freak of nature. But the woman in front of you could see them too; that was a first. 

Sam sat speechless for a moment before she said, “You’re hired.” 

--

You weren’t sure what to expect, working in the haunted mansion. In your lifetime, you’d encountered just about every kind of ghost, so you prepared yourself for anything when Sam introduced you. The Woodstone ghosts were an eclectic bunch, comprised of ghosts spanning nearly every decade. They were interesting, to say the least. But even if they had ended up being terrible, you were just happy to be around someone who shared your ability to see them. 

Sam and Jay had set you up at the front desk, putting you in charge of checking in guests. And when it was slow, the Woodstone ghosts often found their way to you if Sam was busy. 

One ghost in particular liked to hang around you, Trevor. He was the definition of an overgrown frat brother, with a lazy smirk and incessant flirtatious attitude. Every time he sauntered up to the front desk, calling your name, you made a habit of rolling your eyes. 

“Good morning,” you greeted, tone flat as you clicked away on the computer. 

Trevor leaned against the desk, his gaze burning into the side of your face. “How you doin’?” he said, and you sighed. 

“Watching Friends again, I see?” 

He blew air from his cheeks, deflating just slightly. “I’m a little rusty, okay?” 

“Rusty? At what?” 

“This,” he pointed between you and him. “Flirting.” 

You laughed and shook your head. “Is that what’s happening?” 

“Well, yeah. My flirting with Sam is useless because she and Jay are annoyingly sweet together. But you…” Trevor trailed on, a smirk on his lips and a certain cocky attitude wrapped up in his voice. 

“I hate to burst your bubble, no-pants, but we’re not exactly… compatible.” 

He raised his brows. “Because I’m dead?” You winced slightly. You didn’t want to be the one to say it; some ghosts were really sensitive to that, but Trevor didn’t seem too bothered. He shrugged like he saw it as no big deal. “I see that as a minor roadblock.” 

As much as you wanted to roll your eyes once more and shut him down, you were impressed at his relentlessness. 

-- 

You thought after a couple of weeks of working at Woodstone, Trevor’s ploy to win you over would fade alongside his attention. But he started to hang around you even more than when you first started, and you two had created a weird but kind of nice rapport of his continued flirting, peppered with more authentic conversations sprinkled in. He told you stories of his college days and the assholes he befriended before they ended up killing him in that every house. You told him about your own school days and how you were currently floating through the motions of young adulthood, trying to figure things out. 

“Scoring a job here was nice,” you said, comfortably resting your elbows on the front desk as Trevor stood across from you, listening intently. 

“Yeah,” he said. “Sam and Jay are pretty cool.” He paused, toying with the end of his tie. “So, you think you’ll stick around?” 

A small smile fell across your lips. “I think so. Things are pretty interesting around here.” 

“Well, if you ever want them to be more interesting, let me know.”

“Oh, yeah?” you asked, raising your brows. 

“Oh yeah. I could rile up the basement ghosts, convince Thor minivans are enemy warships, you name it.” 

You laughed, shaking your head. “You are something else.” 

“Careful,” he teased. “That almost sounded like a compliment.” 

“It was supposed to,” you replied, not missing a beat. 

Trevor’s eyes widened just slightly, the smirk wiped right off his face and was replaced by something that resembled confusion with a slight fluster. Clearing his throat, he managed to say, “Oh.” You didn’t know ghosts could blush until that moment, even with their lack of blood, because Trevor’s cheeks tinted a light shade of pink as he made up some excuse to leave, mumbling something about helping Sass before he hurried away. 

You chuckled, resuming your work as another guest popped in. 

--

To say your dating life was pathetic would be a polite understatement. It was almost nonexistent, which is why when an attractive-looking person popped up on the dating app you forced yourself to get, you got your hopes up a little too high. Sam had encouraged you to go out on a date with them, excitingly helping you get ready and everything. 

You had been excited, believing it was a fresh start for you. First a new job and then a new romantic interest. Unfortunately, after waiting at the restaurant, alone, for a solid hour, you realized your dating life had quickly circled back around to being pathetic. Embarrassment didn’t quite cover how you felt as you left the restaurant and headed back home to wallow. 

The following day at work, the second you stepped inside the mansion, Sam was there with an excited energy, ready to hear all about your date. She grabbed your hand and dragged you into the kitchen before you could protest. She had made tea and had left off sweets Jay had made for the guests yesterday. The other ghosts lounged around the kitchen too, and you felt even more embarrassed to talk about your total bust of a date around all of them. 

But you slouched down in the one empty seat and let Sam push a mug of tea in front of you. 

“Tell me everything!” she insisted. 

You smiled politely but it didn’t stay on your face long before it morphed into a frown. “There’s not much to tell,” you sighed. “They stood me up.” 

“Wait, seriously?” Trevor said, seated beside you, brows furrowed. 

“No call, no apology, nothing. I sat there for an hour, like an idiot.” You rubbed your forehead, a scratchy feeling in your throat. There was no way you were going to cry in front of your boss and the ghosts. You tried to swallow down your emotions as you stared at the steam curling up from your tea. 

Sam’s frown deepened. “I’m so sorry.” 

“That is why you should meet suitors the old-fashioned way; not on the web,” Hetty said. 

“People meet online all of the time,” Sam said. “Bad dates happen, but you’ll find someone.” 

“At this rate, I’ll die alone,” you muttered before realizing your audience. “Sorry.” 

“Dying alone not so bad,” Thor said, in his own odd way to cheer you up. “Die here!”

“Thor,” Sam sighed but you laughed lightly. “I’d prefer no one else to die in the house.” 

The Viking shrugged. “Just suggestion.” 

You picked at your fingernails, the same pit that’s been in your stomach since your ruined dinner last night turned. 

Someone called from the entryway, the newest guest at the mansion. You moved to stand, but Sam waved you off. “I got it. You stay here, finish your tea.” You started to object, but she left before you could. With a huff, you sank back down in the chair. 

“You’re young, you got plenty of time. If I learned anything from being alive, dating in your twenties is usually a, what’s that phrase Jay uses?” 

Flower piped up, “A shit-show!” 

Alberta nodded. “Yeah, a shit-show. Brush it off and get back out there, while you’re still young and hot.” 

You smiled. “I’ll try. But you might be right, Hetty.” Maybe dating apps weren’t the way you were going to find someone. Old-fashioned dating sounded a little bit like a nightmare, but you figured it’d pay off more than mindless swiping through apps until another asshole stands you up. 

“I normally am,” Hetty said. 

The ghosts dispersed, going about their day-to-day while you lingered in the kitchen. Trevor stayed with you, quietly drumming his fingers against his bare knees. “At least you didn’t get catfished by a dead dude.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“I did that once,” he said. “Catfished Jay’s sister, actually. I didn’t know she was Jay’s sister at first, obviously. But, uh, yeah. It was a whole mess. I tried to possess her friend’s body, but he ended up almost dying, so it was a total bust. Then Sam started putting the iPad in the drawer.” 

You laughed, that pit in your stomach easing just a little. “That’s insane,” you said. “A ghost on a dating app. For all know that’s why my date stood me up.” That sounded a little better than them just not being interested in meeting up with you in person. “But I doubt it.” 

Trevor shrugged. “It’s possible.” 

“I think it might just be me. I’ve never been great at the whole ‘dating’ thing.” 

“I find that hard to believe,” Trevor said. “Looking like that, I’m surprised you don’t have every weekend booked.” 

You shook your head, a little flattered and a little exasperated. “Definitely not. But by the sounds of it, you did.” 

He smirked, throwing his hands up in a ‘what can I say’ gesture. “I got around, if that’s what you’re implying.”

It was odd, being around ghosts. To you, it never felt super different than hanging around livings. Besides the ability to touch them, the ghosts were every bit as real as Sam and Jay. You had started to forget that the Woodstone ghosts were just that, until they did something that knocked you back to reality. Trevor, being the most recent death, made it even harder to tell the difference. You could almost convince yourself he was living. 

“Did you ever have a serious relationship before you died?” you asked, curious. 

Trevor thought for a moment before he shook his head. “Nah. I was having too much fun being a bachelor and screwing around with my buddies to care about anything serious.” He paused, his smug attitude slipping away a little. “I didn’t know I was gonna end up dying before I could, though. I guess I would have liked to.” 

“You guess?” 

He looked a little zoned out, staring at something across the kitchen with his brows slightly knitted together. “I don’t know, I didn’t think much about it until I died.” 

Sympathy fell hard against your shoulders, and you itched to reach out to Trevor and offer some kind of comfort but you couldn’t. Instead, you said, “I’m sorry.” 

He tried to brush it off, regaining his normal composure but it didn’t shine in his eyes like it usually did. “It’s whatever. I don’t ever have to worry about going on a first date again, which is nice; those were always awful. And getting your heart broken probably sucks, so at least I’ll miss out on that.” 

“You never had your heart broken?” you asked, impressed. Even though you’ve never had a super-serious relationship, you had a tendency to fall for your crushes hard, which usually resulted in a broken heart. 

“Nope.” 

“That’s pretty lucky,” you said. If you could go the rest of your life without a broken heart, you thought that’d be nice. 

--

“It’s an interesting choice for a bachelor party, don’t you think?” Alberta said, but you had to ignore her because of the group of men you were checking in. You did agree though. The B&B was perfect for weddings and romantic weekend getaways. It was the kind of place you brought a family or your parents, not a bachelor party. But the men didn’t look like the kind to get too rowdy. The groom, in your small talk, had said they were just looking for a quiet weekend to unwind before the wedding chaos. They wanted to play video games and board games, drink whiskey, and catch whatever game was on TV. It was rather sweet, you thought. 

“You’re all set. Is there anything else I can do for you?” The groom said no before thanking you and leading his small group of friends up the stairs. They weren’t up there for long though. After they carried in their bags and settled in, the group was back in the entryway, waiting for a car to take them into town, where they planned to bar-hop for the evening. 

One of the groomsmen found himself at the front counter, handsome and smiley as he met your gaze. 

“Do you have any bar recommendations? So far, our ‘bar-crawl’ only consists of two bars,” the groomsman asked. 

You hummed in thought before replying, “The Black Dog is nice. It’s right on Main Street, if you’re heading downtown.” 

“Do you hang out there often?” 

“Sometimes.” 

“So it has pretty company then, huh?” Your eyes widened and a flustered laugh fell from your lips.

From a couple of feet away, some of the ghosts had gathered to observe the new guests. A loud scoff sounded from Trevor before he said, “Seriously?” 

You ignored him in favor of not looking crazy in front of the guests. “Oh, uh, no-” 

“Oh, come on,” the groomsman said. “I’d say you’re pretty, really pretty, actually.” 

Your face felt hot, and you tried to focus on the man in front of you, but the ghosts refused to stop talking. 

“Get a load of this guy,” Trevor huffed. 

“He’s got game, I’ll give him that,” Alberta said, to which Trevor scoffed once more. “What? Look at him.” 

“Thank you,” you said. 

The groomsman tilted his head to the side, pausing for a beat before he said, “Would it be too much to ask when you get off work?” 

“A little.” 

He held his hands up and chuckled. “Fair enough.” 

“This can’t seriously be working on you?” Trevor said. “Look at this guy! He’s got khakis and a polo on!” 

“At least he is wearing pants,” said Hetty. 

“Unbelievable.” Trevor got closer to the counter, much to your disdain. It was hard enough trying to look sane in front of the guests when the ghosts were talking to each other, let alone you. “You’re clearly out of his league-”

“Enough!” you said, raising your voice regrettably so. 

The groomsman looked at you oddly. “Whoa, sorry I-” 

“No!” you quickly cut him off. “Not you! I was, um, I-” 

“Dude, let’s go! The car’s here!” the groom shouted from the front door, beckoning the groomsman over. 

He shot you one last smile, dipping his head in goodbye as he followed his friends out of the mansion. The door closed loudly behind them before the house was drenched in cold silence. The ghosts all stood quietly as you glared. “How many times have you asked you guys not to talk to me when I’m helping guests?” 

“I don’t know if that counted as helping-” Sass started but shut his mouth when you shifted your glare onto him. 

You mumbled under your breath before you left the front counter and bee-lined for the kitchen. Sam and Jay were out for the evening, leaving the mansion in your hands. 

You only got a singular second to yourself before Trevor appeared in the room with you. Rubbing your fingers against your forehead, you asked him. “What was that?” 

He pressed his lips into a thin line for a moment before he shrugged and said, “He was flirting with you, clearly, and was out of your league like I said.” 

You stared at him, the way he fiddled with his tie and avoided your eyes. Then it hit you. “Are you jealous?” 

He blinked. “W-What? No…” By the way, his voice trailed off, you felt a terrible knot tangle in your stomach. 

“Trevor…” 

“Don’t,” he quickly said, shaking his head. “Don’t do that. I don’t…I don’t need that,” he gestured to the very clear glaze of pity in your eyes, but you couldn’t help it. You felt bad, really, terribly bad. 

A heavy breath slipped from your lips as you walked toward him, placing yourself right in front of him. His lips tugged downward in a still sadness that made your heart ache. “I’m really sorry.” 

Trevor sighed, “Don’t be. It’s…ugh.” He pressed his hands against his eyes, laughing bitterly at himself. “I’m dead,” he said. “You’re not.” 

“Yeah,” you breathed out, unsure of what else to say. Maybe if you had met him in a different life, one where you both were either alive or dead, you’d take his flirting more to heart. But that wasn’t your current situation. You existed in different realms, untouchable but on each other’s paths. You’d never described your ability as cruel until that moment. 

“And I’m an idiot,” he added. 

“No, you’re not. If things were different…” Even saying the words aloud, they felt bitter on your tongue, doing more harm than good. You could tell by the wince that twitched in Trevor’s face. 

He smiled sadly, recovering from just the implication of your unfinished sentence. “But they’re not.” He let out a breathy sigh before he nodded his head toward the kitchen door. “I’m gonna go,” he said, slipping away before you could say anything else. 

-- 

The next couple of days passed uncomfortably inside the mansion. Trevor barely showed his face, and you felt worse and worse by the hour. Hetty and Issac kept you company at the front desk, making light conversation between their reassurance that Trevor would be okay. But your guilt weighed on you. You didn’t know how to make it better; you feared you wouldn’t be able to. 

But things came to a turn on the last day the bachelor party was there. The handsome groomsman had left his number on a slip of paper that you crumbled and shoved in your pocket, heavy on your side. You watched as they pulled out of the driveway and when you were alone, you unrolled the paper with his number, staring at it so intently you missed a presence appear beside you. 

“You should call him.” Trevor’s voice started you. You yelped and clutched your heart, which brought a small smile to his lips. 

“What?”

He sighed, shifting in his shoes and looking a little unsure of himself. “That’s his number, right?” You nodded. “You should call him.” 

“Oh, no-” 

Trevor cut you off. “Why not?” Because you felt bad, but you didn’t need to say that for Trevor to understand. “Don’t not call him because of me. Seriously, I…I lied when I said I’ve never had my heart broken.” 

You peered at him, confused. “Why?” 

“Because it sounded a little pathetic to say I crush hard. I liked my recess teacher so much that I cried like a baby when I had to move to fourth grade. In high school, my girlfriend of two weeks broke up with me because she was moving schools and I faked sick for three days because I was so, embarrassingly heartbroken. It’s just how I am,” he admitted, much to your surprise. “But I’ll get over it. It’s like not it would have worked out with me being dead and all. It was stupid.” 

“It wasn’t stupid,” you said. “And you’re not pathetic. It’s sweet, actually. Really sweet.” 

Trevor shrugged. “I’m glad someone thinks so.” He pointed a finger at the paper in your hands. “Call him, okay? You deserve a good date, the old-fashioned way.” 

And so you did, the old-fashioned way.

[luffyvace]

The Luffy Package ☠️📦

(General & relationship headcanons as well as Luffy quotes (relationship implied) for his big day!!)

had to go all out for my fav 😊🤭

General Luffy headcanons:

Luffy has nails so short dirt can’t get under it 😭

not necessarily the booty diggers 🤭

but just really short, like almost booty digger ig—but not it

he has like 1% nail

its not intentional, they just never grow

i have a feeling someone taught luffy how to dance

idk who

it was likely makino, shanks or some else he cares deeply about

but he learned early on and has been a great dancer ever since!

maybe at parties since they happen a lot in one piece ⭐️

But just because someone taught him doesn’t mean he was awful at dancing at first

maybe he was a natural!

feel the rhythm typa thing 🎶 🕺

it’d be funny if he was

cuz imagine a guy that can dance but can’t sing

how you gon dance on beat to a out of tune song?? 😭

at least to uta anyway

ive always loved Luffy’s singing‼️

he never thinks about what the one piece is

but would be the most disappointed if it isn’t something cool

this dude is NOT interested in books so if the one piece really is just joyboy’s tale i don’t think he’ll be satisfied..😭 (I’m talking about the theory)

he definitely wouldn’t say it was all for nothin tho

he still has nakama, treasure and is the pirate king!! 👑

but…the one piece as books is just a mega L for him

Robin will enjoy ♡

you know that thing he does where he stretches his face real big? Like the time he was tryna cheer nami up when she was sick? And it scared vivi and zoro?

he scared himself when he first realized he could do that too

he was bored and started messing around with his devil fruit

at first he was outside and he stretched his mouth, and when realized he could see inside it, he was like ‘I wonder what this looks like’

so he went inside and did it into a mirror

he somehow managed to trash the whole bathroom running away from his reflection

he quickly got over it and realized it was kinda funny

he showed Ace and sabo who also found it terrifying

then preceded to scare people with it ever since

d end! :)

I feel like he’s thought about what the ‘D’ in his name stands for too

He came up with a bunch of outrageous names that likely aren’t it..

”Dingus?”

”Donkey?”

”Demarto?”

”Doorbell?”

”Dinosaur?”

yeah, dinosaur seems the most plausible 😊

Luffy Dinosaur Monkey!

‘HEY THAT SOUNDS COOL 🤩’

yup, that’s probably what it stands for 😁

sneaks into the usopp factory whenever he’s not in there

he ends up playing with his creations and destroys, it, other projects, and the factory altogether in the progress

he then runs out laughing

usopp later returns to the ruins only to find his months work of his greatest creation yet named “ultimate captain usopp three thousand smasher” has been reduced to fragments of metal nothing ☺️

listen idk if oda has confirmed Luffy’s favorite color but I would say it’s none

why? The same reason why you can’t ask a toddler their’s, it’s just gonna constantly change and you know it’s not the truth

arguably, if I had to pick an actual color based off canon, (IK it’s a shade but wtv) it’d be white

why? wym? Don’t you remember that one ep where luffy sang a song about how he loves snow cuz it’s so white?

(one of his lesser talked about songs 😭💗)

Relationship Luffy headcanons:

Luffy as a partner is really rambunctious and loving

But do note that loving doesn’t always mean romantic

for him it means loving you a lot but not being lovey dovey when showing it

you need protecting? He’s on the case!! He can’t and he has to beat someone up? One of your nakama’ll do it so stay with them!

your strong? Perfect! He’s gonna go fight this guy so you go beat up that one!

why am I mentioning that? Because it shows he has a great sense of trust and faith in you

Of course he does with all his friends but your reasoning is different

not only are you his nakama, your also his partner!! Which means he loves you in a intimate way!! Not just platonically

I say “just” because I swear sometimes Luffy’ll feel like a friend with you (best friends and lover typa thing 💞) he’s just as goofy and chaotic with you as he is Usopp and chopper

he feels extra lively when around you and always wants to play, whether you like this or not. Your personality depends a lot on how your relationship with him is but I won’t dabble into that today because it’s his birthday. 🎉 but honestly it doesn’t matter if you punch him like nami or laugh like brook-

he’s still gonna bug you! 💖 seriously you can’t get rid of this dude 🤨 Luffy will drag you on every single one of his adventures so I hope your either brave or fearless like him. The only time you two separate and he allows it is when he’s fighting the boss type thing LOL. Like Doflamingo or smth.

that said Luffy isn’t clingy he just likes being around you and seeing what your doing. Especially when you haven’t landed on an island yet and he’s bored. He’s always singing, playing with your face (ironic cuz he’s the stretchy one) or trying to get you to play some silly game he made up

that usually somehow manages to tick everyone off. 🤷‍♀️

will grab your hands randomly and make you dance to some song he made up about literally anything he sees or feels

he even made one about YOU once :3

”OOOOOHHH your my partner! Yes my partner! We’re having lots of fun! Going on adventures- YAHOO!! And dancing a ton! We’ll dance all arcross the grand line!! Take your hats off and let them fly!! YIPPIE!! We’re having a graaaaand TIIIIIIIME!” 😁🕺

Luffy quotes: (implied relationship between you two)

”HEY LOOK DO YOU SEE THAT ISLAND!! Cmoncmoncmoncmoncmoncmon!! HURRY UP I WANNA GO EXPLORING!!”

”can you sneak in the kitchen and steal some food from sanji? I’m really hungry and he won’t let me in anymore!!”

”LETS HAVE A PARTY!!!” — “we don’t need a reason! CMON!’ CHEERS!”

”lets tame that thing and make it our pet!!”

”what should we name em?” — “Junpi? SOUNDS GOOD TO ME!!” (You didn’t get a chance to respond 💕)

”HEY LOOK A RESTAURANT!! Grab on I’ll rocket us there!! HURRY UP IM HUNGRYYY!!”

”hey! Do you have any food on you?? I’m hungry!”

”Liar!! I can smell it!!”

”take a bath?! I don’t stink!!— EUGH!- okay yeah maybe….but I don’t wanna take a bath!! I’ll get all tired!”

”I’ll leave you with that guy! So go kick some butt! I’ll deal with that red forehead guy!!” (AN: There’s no actual red forehead guy that’s canon, I made it up 👍)

”⁉️ HEY WHAT HAPPENED?! Did that guy beat you up?! I’ll send him flying!! 💢”

”Shishishishi! Shh! Watch this! I’m gonna drop this on Usopp’s head! 🤭😂”

”Lets play a gaaaaame!! I’m so bored! 😞”

”can I have some of your food?” *Already stuffing a piece in his mouth* (the point is it’s not the whole thing ⁉️😱)

”HE LOOK MY BOUNTY WENT UP!! 🤩🤩‼️“

”Isn’t this fun?! 😆” (having a near death experience)

”don’t worry! My injuries don’t hurt at all! See? I’m dancing! I’m having fun!”

”oops. Sorry.”

”look!” (Two chop sticks stuffed up his nose and mouth)

”WOAHH A MAN KILLING BEAR!! LETS GO CHECK IT OUT! 🤩” (even if you wanted to say no your already being hoisted over there because you weren’t running fast enough for him)

”plan? Never mind that!! Let’s go! We’re gonna kick that butt head guys’ butt!!” (AN: another fictional villain I made up on a whim)

”HOLD ON TIGHT” (Gum Gum Rockets with hardly any warning)

”let’s play a game!! It’s called steal zoro’s swords without waking up zoro!! 😁”

”nyop!” (Puts you atop his shoulders 💓)

”nyop!” (Jumps on your back almost knocking you over 💝)

”look at my disguise! Nobody will suspect us! 😎👍”

”Cmere!” (Pulls you into his lap)

”HI! Is it almost time for dinner yet?” (Plops down in your lap)

Thanks for supporting me and my work—as well as my random disappearances too 💗🤗

Everyone! Say it!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUFFY‼️‼️

[yonderghostshistories]

3, 7, 12 & 17 for the end of the year ask game? 😊

Thank you so much for the lovely ask @thesuetyouforgot !! I deffo appreciate it fr!! I’ve highlighted the questions btw as I have ADHD and therefore have a bad memory lol 😂

3. “A new hobby or interest you picked up?”

Idk if it is kinda a hobby or not, buuuutttt in a way…..

ig my new(ish) kinda hobby is collecting/buying DVDs, particularly DVDs of my special interest/featuring and/or involving my special interests!! (for example; most of the DVDs that I’ve had my parents buy for me are mostly Monty Python and/or HFC-oriented, either (a) they star and/or feature some of the actual Pythons (whether in a big role, in a small role/a cameo, etc), (b) they star and/or feature the actors who starred as the Pythons in the BBC 4 MP tv biopic “Holy Flying Circus” (2011) (again, whether in a big role, a small role/a cameo, etc), and/or (c) in a rarest of ALL rare moment(s) where the stars align, *possibly* both an actual Python(s) AND a HFC Python(s) are in this show/movie together (whether they share a scene together or separately, etc))

Idk why, whether subconsciously or not, but I have and have had a special and new appreciation for DVDs when collecting/buying them. Idk whether it’s maybe a childhood thing or something (I used to have a few DVDs as a kid), but just the thought of just physically OWNING a piece of media in your hands and having it on my shelves makes me very happy fr 🥰. Whilst I do equally love appreciate streaming and its convenience, I do also love DVDs and I personally think both can co-exist together for everyone’s enjoyment!

Whilst I do literally sweat at the fearful thought of possibly accidentally breaking my DVD disk or possibly my DVD disk just annoyingly pausing at a random point in the film/episode of a tv show, I think my utter love of DVDs kinda far outweighs the bad imo. Again, this is just me personally!

7. “An obsession that disappeared as suddenly as it came?”

Suffice to say……no, not really.

My obsessions have mostly been intact and are never going to leave me nor disappear from me methinks.

That’s actually one of my personal fears tbh. That my obsession(s) WILL leave me and disappear if I suddenly don’t feel as interested in it/them anymore, that I’ll become an empty husk with no personality whatsoever. I know that sounds kind of silly, but it’s one of my genuine fears if it were to happen to me in the future. I do wish to make peace with that fact sooner, otherwise I might possibly feel broken and emotionally shattered from it all if it DOES happen to me.

BUT, also weirdly simultaneously, I am aware of the inevitability of it all, and that I’ll try to get through this fear of mine.

12. “Do you end this year with the same celebrity crushes & comfort characters that you started it with?”

Again, technically yes!!

Albeit if I’m very obsessed with a new movie/tv show (particularly a celebrity crush(es) and/or comfort character(s)), then I will ADD said new celebrity crush(es) and/or comfort character(s) to my ever growing list of existing celebrity crush(es) and comfort character(s)!

Examples of a new celebrity crush and comfort character, among others ofc but these 2 particularly, that I’ve gained this past year are these:

Celebrity Crush : Tom Fisher (his real surname is Browne, but his stage/professional surname is Fisher). I’ve first gained a crush on him from when he was in “Holy Flying Circus” (2011), when he was ALSO playing my OTHER existing celebrity crush, Graham Chapman! Everything from his FINE ASF beauty, his mannerisms and wiseness and quotes and gayness of Graham was just *mwah* PERFECT-O 😘👌!! and his voice in general is just….VERY VERY VERY sexy indeed!

After watching HFC, I just went down a bit of a rabbit hole (and still am in a bit of a continuing rabbit hole lol) of seeing all the other films and TV shows that he’s been involved in! There’s 2 films of his where he plays the main character, those being “Treacle Jr” (2010) and “The Nine Lives of Tomas Katz” (2000), where’s he absolutely great fr acting wise!! I’m still on the pilgrimage to watch EVERY single movie and tv show that he’s ever starred in (whether in a main role or a supporting role) and/or directed cuz HES THAT AWESOME AND SEXY AHHH!!! (also I literally have a sideblog dedicated to this beautiful asf man fr, that’s how much I’m in love with Tom Fisher frfr)

Comfort Character : Roddy (played by Graham Chapman) from “Doctor in Trouble” (1970)

I honestly only watched this otherwise…..ehh ok film for and only for Graham, and this did NOT disappoint fr!! Roddy is a CAMPY AS GAY FUCK 🏳️‍🌈💅✨ICON✨💅🏳️‍🌈 FR!! His (Roddy’s) camera is so cute and I love how he’s unapologetically and authentically his queer asf self on this cruise ship 🛳️ 🚢 full of (presumably) mostly straight people lol! Honestly SLAY QUEEN 💅💅 Fave comfort character of 2024 imo goes to…..Roddy the Campy Gay Photographer 🏳️‍🌈📸!!

17. “Wild card - Something else that you really want to mention/talk about?

Actually there IS smth I really wanna talk about!

Ok so, I mentioned my fave actor (that being British actor Rufus Jones, who also played Terry Jones in HFC) on a post/tweet I made on Bluesky (which from what I heard is basically a less toxic version of Twitter), and to my utter surprise, HE RESPONDED BY RETWEETING IT EARLIER TODAY AHHH!!!!

It honestly surprised me when I saw the retweet, like I couldn’t in a MILLION YEARS thought he’d retweet it!! It honestly made me very happy and I think it’ll serve as a very happy moment in the last day of 2024!! That one of my other fave actors (Rufus Jones) who played my other fave Python (Terry Jones) from my fave biopic responded to me!! Honestly an absolutely amazing surprise frfr!!!

Amyway, thank you so much for the ask @thesuetyouforgot , and I hope you have/have had a very good and wonderful New Year’s Eve/Day!!

See you in a few hours in 2025!!

[aslongasimhereyoureinvincible]

haikyuu!! the dumpster battle ramblings

saw it earlier today and am going to see it again tomorow with a friend, am very Full Of Thoughts, if u dont wont spoilers for the movie well take this as your warning ig

okay first of all the sound direction, the sound direction was INSANELY good

this is absolutely a movie that needs to be experienced in cinema, the soundscape of tokyo gymnasium and the karasuno v nekoma match felt so vividly real it was like i was at an actual game

the soundtrack was great too, i mean it always is w/ hayashi yuuki

there were i think two tracks that used the leitmotif from 'above', good shit

the animation was also really great, overall it didnt look massively better than season 4 of the anime

which is fine, season 4 looked great imo (minus that outsourced episode)

but holy shit when the sakuga hit it hit HARD

tsukki and lev blocking, kageyama doing his thing, kenma and kuroo's quick, there were lots of really great sakuga moments

they also reused some shots from earlier on in the anime and idk maybe thats 'lazy' or whatever but i liked it, it was very nostalgic :')

they did re-animate and i think re-voice hinata and kenma's first meeting tho, framing it from kenma's POV, loved that

i think my favourite sakuga shot had to be hinata and kenma with the knives at each other's throats tho, that ate

not sure how i didnt know about this before hand but it made perfect sense to me when i saw studio trigger in the end credits, some of the sakuga, esp the blocking, had a bit of that trigger flair to it

so obviously they werent gonna fit in everything from the manga, and the movie definitely had kenma as its focus, but i think overall they did a decent job in picking and chosing what to cut

the one thing im annoyed about is the removal of old coach ukai and coach nekomata's backstory, i really i think it makes the handshake at the end of the game hit that much harder

other than that tho i dont think the movie suffered from not adapting everything in the manga, i mean obviously i wouldve LIKED it, but i dont think the movie NEEDED it to be a good movie

it very much felt like kenma was the main character of the movie, and the main focus, with kuroo and hinata as his deuteragonists

which i liked!!! i think framing the match from kenma's POV for the most part makes sense, and its fun to spend more time in outsider POVs of karasuno

rlly loved the adaptation of kuroo and kenma's childhood flashback, im pretty sure kaji yuuki voiced kid kenma too

watching their friendship grow and seeing them play togther now as high schoolers, AUGH RIGHT IN THE FEELS

theres also a montage of kid kuroo barging into kenma's room to demand they go play volleyball together that ends on kuroo doing so whilst kenma's changing/putting on trousers which was rlly funny and silly

the stuff with kuroo and tsukki was so good too

'thanks to everyone, occasionally it's fun', 'thank god i wasnt wrong', 'he's a man who walks ahead of me'

AUUUGHHHHHH IT WAS SO GOOD :')

the scene that completely stole my breath away though was kageyama setting the open toss to hinata

i know ive already lost my mind over the whole 'threat of trust' thing and truly, the inarizaki match goes insane with that concept i will always adore it

but holy shit that scene smacked me over the head, HARD, with the concept of 'setting as a love language'

i just... i literally dont even have words for it it was SO amazingly good, i legitimately teared up in the cinema

speaking of other great scenes;

'stay interesting, 'kay?'

OHHHHH GODDDDDDDDDD

they did it perfectly

the music and the soundscape completely cutting out, the background whiting out so its just kenma and the net, kaji yuuki's delivery of the line

it genuinely felt like something out of a horror movie, it was creepy, and unsettling, and PERFECT

also;

hinata's reaction after kenma collapses and says 'that was fun'

murase ayumu's delivery was so VISCERAL, dude got in that booth and CHEERED

you really felt hinata's sheer utter come through in that little scene, same with kuroo's incredulous laugh

the end of the match was slightly a mixed bag for me

on the good hand;

having done from kenma's first person POV was cool, i dont think haikyuu's ever really done that before, and it looked awesome

cutting back on the music and background soundscaping so we just focus on kenma's breathing and the sound of the ball/players jumping/shoes squeaking etc was a great way to really immerse the viewer in the scene, and put us inside kenma's head

on the bad hand;

it was anticlimatic, and i KNOW the whole point of the end of the match is that its anticlimatic,

but i had always imagined the scene with dramatic swelling music and the characters running frantically, only for it to all cut away when the ball slips and all you can hear is kenma's 'ah-' and there'd be a close-up of his facial expression

the stage play did a very similar thing and it worked EXTREMELY well imo

instead by doing it in the first person POV and already not having music it just,,, didnt feel quite as impactful as it shouldve imo??

like the match points for the seijoh, shiratorizawa, or inarizaki matches were done really dramatically

and i know the whole point is that the nekoma match is kinda an outlier in that it ends in that anticlimatic way with the ball slipping, and theres that big beat with hinata calling out 'nice serve' to tanaka before the realisation sets in that theyve won, but jusstttt

idk like it certainly wasnt BAD, i still DEEPLY DEEPLY enjoyed it, but just personally if i'd been the director i wouldve done it differently

also!! because it was from his first person POV we didnt get to see kenma's face on the 'idiot! the ball hasn't dropped yet!!!' line, which was pretty disapointing ngl i rlly love that scene how it is in the manga

ok enough complaining tho back to the infinite list of stuff i loved about the movie

the camera work! good god the camera work was so fucking cool

it really made the space of the gymnasium feel 3d and real, the way the camera would move over and through the net with the ball helped emphasise the physicality of the players and the court

i know jack shit about cinematography but yeah, after the sound design the camera work was prolly the best thing

the post credits scene was great!! daishou trying and failing to neg kuroo cracks me up every damn time

and the set up for the kamomedai match was so hype

speaking of; the very vague forshadowing for hinata's fever of him having flushed cheeks and not being all exhausted after the game like the others, auughhh my heartttt

if he isnt already, this movie will make kenma one of your top 5 haikyuu characters

seriously i love how they switched the perspective and framing so it was a bit more like kenma was the 'main character' of this match and hinata was the 'rival'

overall the movie was cool, creative, and a really clearly loving adaptation, im more than happy to be paying to see it again tmr lol

i'll probably have even more to say after seeing it a 2nd time so tune in for that ig

[imjustabitodd]

Rises the moon

Yandere moon god ig (and gn reader as always)

Warnings: none I think

Word count: almost 1.5k

Insomnia. It's a thing you're rather familiar with, the nights where peaceful slumber evades you. It has been happening for what you think for years now. Constantly awake staring at your ceiling while the moonlight shines in your room.

Tonight was one of those.

Even after you've taken those gummies you were given by a co-worker, saying something that she made them herself or something, you're still here, the same situation as always.. even took her night shift for them because she wouldn't accept money.

"I should have not believed her.."

Taking a deep sigh you get up from your bed, putting on the slippers beside the bed and walk around for a bit. Turning on a movie for background noise, you've been through this charade enough times to know that just laying and hoping to fall asleep is useless. On the TV is some Hallmark Christmas movie, you really couldn't care less, but still you sat down and contemplated on what to do to pass the time for tonight...

"should I make something.. nah I already ate before laying in bed, work? Nope too boring.."

Minutes pass while you are thinking about what to do... Finally deciding to get a breath of fresh air you go to the balcony.. putting a blanket down then sitting on the floor. Watching the stars and the moon, the stars lighten up as if they sensed your appearance. But that's just your imagination, right?

....

You stayed there for god knows how long, it felt like hours while it most likely wasn't even thirty minutes. Just watching as nothing interesting happened, locals passing by beneath the balcony, some noticing you and giving you the moon gods blessings of sleep.

"may Noctis bless your night!"

It felt like the fifteenth time you've heard the saying. Noctis, the ever gentle god that the locals believed in. The one they claimed to have put the moon in the sky and bless you with pleasant nights of dreams or curse you with sleepless nights and nightmares of torture and carnage

"yours too.."

Then silence came, who would have thought there would be no one at 1am?

But as you kept watching the night sky and road down bellow you started to feel drowsy.. finally getting up from the floor and to the bed, forgetting to turn off the tv.

Laying down face first into the pillows, you swear you can cry from happiness from finally getting some sleep after weeks of only relying on hour long naps for a day.

...

Fucking hell. Just when you layed down to sleep the tiredness went away.. as if the moon was the only thing capable of making you drowsy. But you suck it up and keep laying there. Picking up your phone to text the group chat of your friends only to remember. There's no one for you to even talk to anymore, usually you'd talk to your friends at nights like these, knowing they suffered from similar problems but... you had no one, after the falling out you were left in the dust.

Putting the phone face first on the bedside table, feeling the tears well up again, the sting of loneliness never fully fading. Knowing the group you thought was friends with you, suddenly breaking and ditching you was heartbreaking .

Finally one spills over, then another and another. Rubbing your eyes, ridding them of the salty tears until they slightly stung, you felt mentally drained, and sleep finally came.

Feeling cold hands around your waist, a leg on top of your thigh, you look to see who it is, but the face is foggy, covered by long strands of white hair, this isn't your room. It looks too white and comfortable to be yours.

"I'm dreaming.. aren't I."

You realize, a dream of being cuddled in bed, huh you really were lonely... But who was the person holding you, you can't think of a single person you know to have white hair.

"shh... Don't think, my star"

Nor the voice, sounded too soft to be anyone you've known.. but it's just a dream, your brain must have just conjured up a guy. You lay your head back down, him moving the two of you so that your head is on his chest

It was the most peaceful sleep you had.. against a cold chest, hearing the heart thump and thump in a soothing rhythm, even though his body was freezing. You wake up feeling refreshed although missing the coldness of the body, maybe it was the gunmies.

Checking the clock it's.. early, 7am, and you actually got a somewhat healthy amount of sleep. You would have panicked if you weren't working the night shift today. Groggily getting up and going to the bathroom, doing the regular routine. Coming out refreshed for the first time in weeks.

Taking your phone off the bedside table, scrolling through any notification, picking up a book. Really you didn't know what to do, life has been duller after the loss of friends in your life. Merely reading through the pages, this one being a book one of them suggested and would gush about, a romance of sorts. Getting yourself invested in the fake world of laughter and love

...

You glance at the window, noticing the night sky up, when did it become night so fast? Checking the time, instantly slamming the book shut and leaving it on the nearest table, you're late. Like, late late. Quickly putting on and buttoning your uniform, running down the rows of stairs upon stairs. Getting in the car and going to the convenience store you work at, knowing you'd likely get scolded in the morning for being late.

Stepping into the store, it's the same as always, white walls, aisles of snacks and other stuff you don't pay attention to, still small and comforting. The only difference being the posters being finally changed. No longer the old, worn out ones where the ink is barely readable, you always wondered why they didn't change them. The new ones promoting moon themed snacks and pastries for the upcoming holiday. The day the moon god put the moon in the sky. You didn't know why it was still a holiday but hey, you weren't complaining, it did make your hours shorter.

No one came except the usuals and a strange dude wearing a robe you honestly thought were pajamas asking if you were favourited by the moon god, honestly the guy was probably on drugs, a business man clearly done with a nightshift who always came for the ice coffee, a blonde woman out for a nightly jog asking for the same brand of chocolate bar, a brunette who always bought a frozen pizza on Saturday and that was it for the night.

Clocking out you take your car keys out of your bag, getting into the comforting warmth of your car, a stark contrast to the cold wind outside. It was a short drive back to the apartment, you did look for a job close to home for a reason.

Having to climb up the rows of stairs because the elevator has been broken for the past week and the landlord being too much of a cheapskate to hire someone to fix it. Making it to your door, taking out your keys with your favourite character as a keychain. home sweet home, although.. some of your clothes on the floor were gone. You must have put them away and forgotten..

You don't question it, just took off your work clothes and put on your pajamas, a simple shirt and whichever pajama pants were closest. Taking more of the "homemade" gummies your co worker gave you and hoping you'd fall asleep, going to your bed and lifting the blankets, still cold but you know you'll quickly warm up..

..

Nothing.. you keep laying in the comforter while sleep avoids you. Eyes darting around the room mindlessly until you saw something move at the corner of your eye, moving your head there all you saw was a human shaped shadow, engulfed in darkness until it took a step forward

A man.. the same man that was in your dream last night. You tried to move but you felt suddenly paralyzed.

"my star, please, there is nothing to worry about. I'm here to help. I've seen you suffer for far too long"

He walked closer, until you were merely a foot apart and he laid down on you with all his weight. You got a better look at him than you did last night, his face was right in front of yours. Ashy skin, moles on his cheek you swear you could see them forming the big Dipper. The long white hair draping over the two of you like a curtain. Black eyes with a white pupil..

"hahh.. it's been decades, my star, I thought your soul officially turned to dust."

You wanted to scream at him, ask him what he meant by that but you felt awfully calm and tired to do so. Eyelids too heavy, as if they were attached to ten pound weights.

"that's it.. fall into the sleep you deserve. Don't worry about anything"

[burnwater13]

Boba Fett riding the rancor as he fires on the Scorpenek Annihilator Droid that is attacking Mos Espa. Image from The Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 7, In the Name of Honor. Calendar by DateWorks.

Grogu hoped never to see another Scorpenek Annihilator Droid as long as he lived. The ones that the Pyke Syndicate brought to Tatooine were enough for his lifetime and the lifetimes of all the people who ever had and ever would live on the desert world. 

To say that he found them to be indescribably vile was a gross understatement, along the lines of other gross understatements like, ‘Chancellor promises to lead a kinder, gentler Empire’, ‘Faulty water line to blame for disruption at Jedi Temple on Coruscant’, ‘Mandalorians enjoying an opportunity to travel the Galaxy in the wake of Imperial Visit’. Grogu couldn’t imagine the warped personality that had come up with a weapon that looked so interesting and yet was capable of such ruthless destruction. 

“Kid, I hate to tell you, but the people who designed those things also designed ‘freshers, privies, and speeder bikes. You like those things just fine. It’s not the designer’s fault that the Empire requested them and then lost track of them during the rebellion. Just count yourself lucky that they didn’t leave a spare Death Star lying around.”

Fennec, as always, had appeared out of nowhere while Grogu was ranting to himself about the horrifying capacity that sentient beings had for designing stuff to harm other sentient beings. 

“And someone designed those death sticks your pals the Jedi used to throw around. If you want to complain about weapons in general, fine. But remember, they were all designed by someone as a last resort. The big issue is whether or not that ‘someone’ was a person we liked or a person we didn’t like.”

Dank Farrik! Grogu hated it when Fennec was so right and still so wrong. Those Scorpenek annihilator droids had almost ended his dad, the Daimyo, Krrsantan, and could have hurt Peli, among other people. That wasn’t the sort of work droids were supposed to do. Ever. 

Okay, the IG-11 series of Assassin droids was problematic for the same reason, but at least Grogu knew that the programming of the IG-11 allowed for retraining. It could overcome it’s central function and follow a pattern of prioritized objectives that had helped keep Grogu and almost everyone he cared about safe and sound. Sure, from the ex-Imp perspective, the droid had been a huge and rather lethal problem. But, Grogu thought it was relevant, IG-11 hadn’t started any of that trouble. It had just been able to end it. Permanently. 

Those horrible Scorpenek things seemed to be pretty mindless. They targeted, waited, aimed again, moved, fired, targeted. It was a complete mishmash of actions. Their logic circuits didn’t seem to have clear instructions on how to pick the best target, what to do when that target was selected, and what to move on to next. 

Maybe the Pykes, who seemed to be following along behind the thing, were controlling it? Grogu suspected that was possible. After all, the dumb thing didn’t target them. It must have had some sort of rudimentary intelligence to allow it to discern friend from foe.  But why bother with that? You could just have people wear the same coverings as the Pykes and the silly thing wouldn’t fire at you. That didn’t seem smart.

Wait?! What the heck was Grogu thinking? He didn’t want those things to work better! He wanted them to not be used. At all. Ever. 

“Kid, it’s never as easy as that. Look at Alderaan. Nice, peaceful planet. They had no navy or standing defense force. Nothing. The Empire didn’t care. That’s the problem with enemies. They don’t care if they hurt you most of the time and some of the time that’s all they want to do. Trust me, kid. This is my area of expertise.”

Grogu nodded his head reluctantly. Fennec had a point. If you had enemies, bad things were likely to happen. That made the real question, how do you go through life without enemies? It wasn’t like he’d kicked the Emperor in the shins, or used the Force to make the head of the Pyke Syndicate walk around Mos Espa wearing a fake bantha head and mooing as they moved along the streets. He hadn’t done anything like that ever. Not even to Ian. 

“Kid, stop worrying yourself so much. My point is, those droids exist because people got into the kind of trouble that only a Scorpenek Annihilator Droid could get them out of. It’s not about right and wrong. It’s about power. Until people stop chasing after power, droids, mechs, and all those other things that we use as weapons, will still be necessary. Even if what you did was use the Force throw a huge sandstorm between you and them, it would still hurt someone. Probably your dad’s feelings given how much he loves that armor of his. 

Now, you and the rancor were able to stop that thing and tear it apart and that helped us more than you will ever really know. You two are a great team and you should probably go down and visit with it. After all, the designer of that Scorpenek thought it could take on a rancor and win, but it didn’t. Which gives us an advantage if anyone ever brings one of those things to Tatooine again.”

Fennec was grinning and Grogu was satisfied, at least for now. He and the rancor were their secret weapons and there was some satisfaction in knowing that. He’d go and visit Ranky and they could discuss the best means of disassembling various things that might prove to be threats. He was glad that they held the power of friendship.

[creative-heart]

"My thoughts will echo your name"| Esteban Kukuriczka

Chapter three: “Until I found her.”

Lucia’s notes: I really do apologize in advance if this chapter is a bit slower or not as thrilling as the previous ones, but I kinda needed to give our sweet Kuku some more space to be himself in all his feels, some sad and piny, some more steamy and shmexy.  I promise things will start picking up on the next chapter, which is actually, coming this Friday. @Y/IG/UN stands for Your instagram username. As usual, please let me know if I've let any mistakes get through

Playlist:

Apocalypse- Cigarettes after sex.

What a time- Julia Michaels, Niall Horan

Until I found you- Stephen Sanchez

The show- Niall Horan

Content Warning: This chapter is just basically from Kuku’s POV, lots of internal monologue and him pining over reader, basically him being quite an angsty mess for a bit. Brief, mild thoughts of sexy stuff, nothing too graphic, but if you do not want to read it, you can stop reading at “Every time kuku looked at Y/N…” after the first cut. 

Word Count: 2kish

Kuku’s POV:

Esteban had never been one to envy what others had, even since he was a little boy, he had always been a generous, kind soul. He also really couldn’t complain about what life had sent his way, not that he hadn’t worked his ass off to get to where he was now, he knew all the success was much deserved. Why couldn’t he stop feeling so mad about Lucas being in a relationship with Y/N then?, why couldn’t he shake the feeling of his friend not being deserving of such a woman?. It was obvious she was way too good for him, she was not only one of the most gorgeous women kuku had ever met, but since the moment he first laid eyes on her, the hazel eyed woman had wooed him. She was so funny, so witty, her laughter so melodious and bright it could light up a whole room. He couldn’t keep lying, not to himself at least, he had the most raging crush on his best friend’s girlfriend.

Since the night of his coming home party, all he could think about was that beautiful woman every second he was awake and every single one of his dreams dominated by her face, the way his name sounded on her voice, the ever so slight lisp when she pronounced his whole name- which made it all that more adorable-. They may not have known eachother for that long, but sometimes it doesn’t take that much time to see the chemistry with someone, he knew it was there; and it saddened him so much to see how much she dulled herself when she was next to her boyfriend. Y/N was no doubts about it, as brilliant and talented as she was beautiful and sexy, he had confirmed that when he found her photography online. She could very well be making a living off of that, why did Lucas hide her away from the world was something he couldn’t grasp. If he were lucky enough to be her boyfriend, he’d brag about her nonstop to anyone who would listen.

~~~~~

Conversation with Y/N was so easy as well, ever since they started texting and talking on the phone every night he had confirmed, that she was just all the more interesting than he had phatomed on their first encounter. They never seemed to run out of things to talk about and when those rare moments came about, silence was so comfortable it felt as if they knew eachother since forever. They had agreed to meet at the park near his place on a Wednesday afternoon, and he felt as nervous as he did when he went on his first date, or when he had his first ever audition. He remembered Y/N had said she loved Hazelnut caramel lattes one of the times they were chatting, so he made sure to grab two coffees when he headed to their not date date. Esteban took a deep breath as he saw the blonde girl sitting crosslegged on the grass picking at it absentmindedly and walked over to her, placing the to go cup in front of her face “penny for your thoughts sugar?” the freckled man said softly sitting down across from her.

As she took the cup taking a sip and smiled like a little girl who just got the doll she’s been waiting for for so long. “Hazelnut caramel latte, you remembered?” she said almost as if she expected him not to, it was the least he could do, -did Lucas really pay that little attention to her?-  he thought as he took a sip from his beverage looking at her as if he were trying to memorize every single detail on her face; some people are so lucky they don’t even realize what they have don’t they?, all he knew, was that he could look at Y/N and listen to her talk all day. There was something really special about the way her face and specially those eyes lit up whenever she talked about something she was passionate about. Every time kuku looked at Y/N; all he could think about was how her lips would taste, how soft they’d feel against his; he was sure her skin was as warm and silky as it looked, kuku wanted to trace his fingers along every single inch of her skin, feel the goosebumps underneath his fingertips as he discovered the more tender spots on it. If he were to ever be given the chance to hear his name come out of her luscious lips in a breathy moan, he was sure he would collapse on the spot, in fact it was all he had been thinking about since that night at his parents house.

When Y/N handed him her camera and instructed him to find whatever on that park that inspired him, that made him want to take a picture of, all he wanted to do was point it at her, he could take a million and one pictures of that woman and never grow tired. He decided against it though- he thought he could feel something there from her part as well, but he didn’t want to ruin it if he was wrong- instead, he looked around and found a little girl playing with a dog and aimed the lens towards them; just as he was trying to get the camera focused, he felt the younger’s light breath on the side of his neck and her scent was so intoxicatingly sweet, she smelled like orchids and jasmines, it was the best smell he had ever come across and it fitted her so well, and he could her hear talking, but kuku couldn’t really focus on one single word she was saying. Having her so close to him made his heart race and he could feel the warmth inside him grow, he needed to be this close to Y/N all the time.  “And now, once you’ve found what you like, you hold yourself still, and press the button”- You, I like you Y/N so very much- he thought as he could catch her looking at him through the corner of his eyes before snapping the picture.

As kuku stepped into the elevator of his apartment building he couldn’t erase that stupid boyish smile from his lips, he was absolutely smitten, lost, taken, he was gone, there was not even a good enough reason to deny that he was falling head over heels for Y/N, and it pained him so to see a woman such as her, wilting away and dimming her light to fit next to someone like Lucas, she deserved so much better. Esteban took his phone out of his pocket at the chime of a new text coming through, a grin drew on his face as soon as he saw the contact name on the bubble and opened them.

Y/N/N 🤞:This way, you can go back to these later on, when you want to check your first work ;) 

Y/N/N 🤞: I had a really good time today by the way, thank you, I really needed to get out of my place, those walls can get trapping.

Y/N had sent him the pictures they had taken that afternoon, when had she managed to take that picture of him with his sunglasses on was a mystery.

Kuku 🤭: thanks for the pictures, and I’m also glad that I could help you feel better, always happy to help a damsel in distress 🤭 

Esteban mentally cursed at himself for that supid reply and kept going trough the several pictures she had sent; laughing at a couple where they just got to playing around and decided to post them to his Instagram profile “park shenanigans @Y/IG/UN”. He sighed happily and walked into his place, grabbing a quick snack before going to take a long hot shower, he just needed to get himself together, what was happening wasn’t right. Even if he could tell Lucas didn’t make Y/N happy, even if he knew she deserved better, if he knew he could treat her better, it wasn’t right to be doing what he was doing, and thinking what he was thinking about with her. He either needed to stop and get his act together, or he needed to make his intentions clear to her. After what seemed like ages, and finding himself standing under now cold water, he got out and let himself fall onto his bed staring at the ceiling.

~~~~~

A few days had gone by and Esteban hadn’t heard another word from Y/N that was weird, had something happened at the park the other day? had he done something wrong?. He looked at his phone, nothing, no new posts on Instagram nor any missed texts or calls from her, that was weird, they had gotten into the habit of talking to eachother on a daily basis. He decided to text her and make sure she was alright.

Kuku 🤭: Hey Y/N/N, hope everything’s okay, haven’t heard from you in a while and was getting worried, if you need anything, please let me know. 😚

He put his phone down again seeing no reply from her, not even a confirmation of her reading the text. Kuku decided to get ready and go over to Matias’ house, he texted him on his way over. 

Kuku: Mati, I’m on my way to your place with a bottle of wine, I really hope you’re free tonight.

The younger man looked at his phone, knowing something must be going on if his friend was coming over unannounced, and asked his girlfriend Male to give them some space and time for a guys night before replying.

Mati: Well, Male just went out with friends, how bad is it? Do I need to rally the troops? cause I can always text Fran and Agus at least. Lemme know.

He didn’t even wait for the elder’s response, he sent a quick S.O.S text to the others and soon enough they were all at his place. Not long after they were all there, wine was flowing around, so were the laughs and silly jokes until Fran perked up a bit and looked at his freckled face friend “okay, what was the S.O.S text Mati sent about Kuku? spill darling.”

Esteban looked up at the blond sat across from him, and took a deep breath letting it out in a heavy sigh before downing his glass and getting a new one. “you got time?” he looked around a humorless chuckle getting past his lips as the others just looked at him; “okay, so remember the party my childhood friends threw for me a few weeks ago?” at the nod from the rest he continued “well.. there was a girl there…Y/N”.

“The one from your lovey dovey pictures on IG” Agus added on “you two dating?”

Kuku shook his head huffing “wish it was that easy bro, no, she’s dating my childhood best friend, I know she’s absolutely unhappy, I’m sure he’s a douche to her to say the least, and she’s so incredible, she’s not only gorgeous, but smart, sweet, witty, charming, talented, dude, she’s perfect, she literally is pretty much perfect, and I just can’t get her off my mind, and I wish there was something I could do to make her realize that Lucas, my friend, doesn’t deserve to be next to her and for her to finally leave him. He’s shutting her off so much, she’s wilting next to him”  he rambled on for a while about the whole situation and ended up with a small shrug of his shoulders while he downed his drink again. 

The boys looked at eachother. “Have you tried telling her how you feel?” Mati said as if it were the most obvious next step, and he was right, it was the obvious next step, that’s what he needed to do, and he was gonna do it, he needed to get together with Y/N again and tell her everything that had been going on in his mind.

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[mysteriawrites]

hey there!! I saw ur anime idol matchup and i wanted to give it a try cuz ig sounds fun :>

Looks : i hv shoulder length black hair ,big doe-like eyes(?) due to ppl descriptions abt my eyes resting sad or tired face cuz whenever i rest my face ppl would come and ask me if theres smtg wrong or am i ok 😭 i also hv eye bags or dark circles under my eyes,i hv big round glasses and abt like 159-160cm (height/yes im pretty short 😭)

personality: i hv a mixed personalities(?) im not even sure myself but i like taking care of ppl im close to and like , im a pretty close and reserved shy person b4 u get to know me but as soon as i get comfortable w u i become this stupid ass wild monkey. I dont talk alot even when im w friends im close with i rather listen and observe than being involve in some sort of drama. i dont do anything at all tbh or anything fun i dont read or watch anime most of the time i study make food or scroll on tt.

i dont really hv a favorite color but if i were to choose it would be black ,animals would be an owl or a cat! Im not sure of my aesthetic cuz i cant bring myself to pick one (or im just boring) . I hv a lot of fashion styles!! Mostly j-fashion such as ouji fashion , jirai kei , visual kei…etc! Uhm one random fact is that i switch personalities to match my friends so we get along easier the not talking stays tho

Tyy for reading!! Stay hydrated

Thank you sm for being my first request <3

Name: Lily

Franchise: Aikatsu

Idol Type: Cute

Brand: Dramatic Kiss a loli gothic brand consisting of black pink and purple lacey outfits

How you became an idol:

You didn’t exactly aspire to become an idol at first. Sure it seemed interesting, but you didn’t think it was something you’d be into at first. Sure your friends thought you’d be perfect because you were small and cute like a glass doll (their words not mine), but you didn’t think that exactly made you qualified. That was until you saw your first ever real Aikatsu performance. Sure you’d seen videos online, but to actually be there in person to feel the emotions shared between an idol and her fans it just overwhelmed you with a sense of belonging and purpose. Not long after you started training you were officially scouted. And enrolled into one of the various idol schools where you could preform to your heart’s content.

Your Choords:

Songs:

An: Hope you enjoyed (I absolutely would’ve added more choords if tumblr would let me)

P.s. Chose ur name based on the spider lilies on your page such a pretty flower

[xxfillerxx]

Things im looking forward to in the hypmic 2024 albums: (BP spoilers)

EDIT updated

Nayuta Yamada waking up and FINDING OUT about all the drama. Her husband managed to find out a way to wake her up, worked with a new government that staged a coup, his kids disowned him and believed she was dead, and he made 30+ clones that were used for sacrifices on the hypnosis mic prototype. What happens when she wakes up and sees his cast from his broken arm that their son did 😭 i also hope shes actually an interesting character and not just that 'perfect dead wife' trope thingy. Ik i saw a great Nayuta headcanon that i REALLY want to be canon. I also hope we get a Nayuta design drop. Personally, I dont think she'll overly look like Ramuda bc Rei knew what the Ramuda clones were used for, so I doubt hed want to see her likeliness keep dying.

Oh my god the Yamada family drama HAS to go crazy. Like the whole hypmic plot was made bc one guy tried to get revenge on the world or whatever and wake up his comatose wife

I need to see what happens with this info publically. If Nayuta goes public, where does she live? On her own after she divorces Rei (JOKING but pls thatd be so funnyyyyy)? With rei in osaka? With BB? Godddd imagine saburo who didnt have the chance to really remember her and ohhhhhhh my ogddddd

God pls i want nayuta to pick up rapping since she was THE co-creator if not lead in creating the hypnosis mic AND have a cool mic design

ABOUT THE PUBLIC STUFF U NEED TO SEE DH'S REAVTION TO IT IF ITS NOT A SECRET. "You're telling us BB are your kids?! Wait wait you had a wife all this time?! What the fu-"

Mad trigger crew? Idk 🧍‍♂️ we might see more of rios commander, oh yeah id like to see what happens with samatoki and nemu in fighting for their ideals. There is the possibility that Nemu could become acting president or smth so ig if that happens? We see samatokis reaction? Honestly im just 💀💀 worried at samatokis words to ichiro from BP like "alright, if i participate and help in the festival then you have to listen to an order from me the next time that you cant refuse" like that sounds like bad foreshadowing even if prob nothing will happen to him 😭

oh yeah whatever happens to Ramuda AND THE OTHER CLONES OH GOD THE CLONES. do they privately help out at chuohku??? Live pubkic??? I remember chatting in the discord gc like "what if rei sets them up as a scam like u rent a ramuda and they live in ur home rent free for a while before going back". WHAT DOXYOU DO WITH 30 RAMUDAS. Im thinking they probably help chuohku as guard or w/e strictly in rhe building bc itd be chaos if ramuda clones got loose

GENTARO BBRORORORIRIRIROR GENTA BROOOOOOOO GENTBAROOOOO FUCK MAN THATS LIKE WHAT IM LOOKING FORWARD TO THE MOST FUCK. OKAY. THIS IS A BIG ONE. A DOOZY.

1) so gentsro took on his brothers identity THIS MESN THAT HE TOOK HIS NAME AS WELL, RIGHT??? WHAT IS GENTARO'S PREVIOUS NAME. IMAGINE IF HIS BROTHER WAKES UP AND THEN THE FIRST THING HE SAYS AS HE SEES GENTARO IS A NAME WE HAVENT HESRD BEFORE AND WE ALL GO "OH FUCK THATS GENTARO"

2) does gentaro still go public with chuohkus info as revenge??? Maybe not since hed just be focused on his brother waking up and all

i will be calling gentaros brother gentabro to ensure no confusion

DO THE YUMENOS GO PUBLIC WITH THE INFO??? gentaro is a celebrity rn with massive success so what happens? Do they still keep the switch private as gentabro does whatever and gentaro keeps living as his brother? Do they publically announce it? Just swap and gentaro changes his appearance a little so gentabro is still the author? Do they both work on publushing under the same name? I need to knoooow

FLINP POSSE MEETS THE YUMENOS. PLEASE bc of gentaros yume no kanata song MAYBE gentaro was still at least a little cynical and not so trusting before so IM GAINE IF HIS BRITHER IS LIKE PROUD OF HIM FOR MAKING FRUENDS. fling posse meeting them will be chaotic like "YOU HAD A BROTJET??????"

oh yeah whatever happens with dice and his mum. Im p sure thatll still be kept a secret but itd be so funny if it got revealled to FP

Ooohhhh id love to see jakurai reunited with his horrror movie protagonist son (WHY did he ring jakurai AND PROCEED T9 TELL HIM EVERYTHING WITHOUT HEARING HIS VOICE). maybe jaku gets emotional amd all then introduces him to Matenro 😭😭

Whatever the FUCK is honobono's deal and if things get resolved AKA she goes to jail for 1000000 years and whatwver needs to happen for hifumi to resolve stuff a little and put some closure on it

Homobono mic and spesker reveal PLEASE. oh god the honobono typos go crazy i once spelled HONKbono as well as bonobono just minutes ago.

PLEASE KR SHAKES BARS LIKE A MONKEY WITH RABIES I NEED HER MIC AND SPEAKER REVEAL STAT. girl doesnt even need a rap ability bc she only needs raw power to win

um ill update this list in the afternoon tomorrow bc i need to fucking studddyyyy exams start next week wish me luck! I will write a fuckton more of stuff i needd to see dw.

Addition still studying for exams hoping to crush it! Anyways:

i think everything jakurai and hitoya has been resolved already so not much need for that. BUT. IMAGINE IF JAKURAI AND REI MEET AS THE DILF DUO. I had a meme for this lol

DH? I dunno if anything needs resolving for DH aside from DH's reaction to rei and his family.

We need a Honobono and Shakku Harai showdown 😭😭 maybe its just bc shakku knows his son so well that his rap/sermon was effective but CURRENTLY THESE 2 ARE UNCONTESTED. pls shakku defeat the final boss

ummm ig thats all im mostly just looking forward to the gentabro stuff and everything related to the Yamada family. Like the hypmic plot would NOT be this convoluted or exist if it werent for Yamada dysfunctional nuclear family drama lmaoooo

OH YWAH HONOBONO MIC AND SPEAKER DESIGN AND NAYUTA DESIGN TOO PLS

Pls let nayuta be intwresting and not a perfect dead wife trope plz 🙏🙏

PS I FORGOT YEAHXI WANNA SEE WHOS THE PRIME MINIZTER NOW LOL. Is it otome stepping back up? Nemu despite being 19? Ichiro brime binister real? Im so curious.

[landgraabbed]

starting to close off the companion quests. mostly because i want to see how i feel as i do them. so far.... eh?

harding. we met the shade that's been calling out to her. oh it's just a pissed off titan shade thing, oh no! btw, look at this giant titan in the distance. btw, you are inside a titan, we will inform you of that a million times in this short quest! nevermind that you figured that out around the time you arrived at the bastion of the pure back in the descent dlc of inquisition without anyone telling you shit! you're too stupid to figure that out now. if she honors the justified anger of the titans for what the elves--solas--did to them she will lose herself (bad!), or she can remember she is very demure and mindful and she'll be good! wow! i feel like this companion quest ties the most into the main quest with the whole lore dump, but nothing comes of it. sad. also what is the deal with the kal-sharok dwarves? wouldn't you like to know, weather boy, we were talking shit about how they changed to adapt to the blight to make you think this is deeper than it is. wow!

lucanis. saved caterina, exposed illario. nothing to write home about; he got his revenge, he dealt with illario. nothing to be gleaned from such a simple scenario. i think because i saved minrathous he automatically imprisoned illario. i wouldn't do that differently tbh. he didn't become a hero of the veilguard. and if that's because he's hardened.... i don't like that. i like the fact that a choice i made has a real impact on the commitment of my companions, but if the rumors i heard are true about it being tied to you doing all treviso quests if you saved minrathous, then it is truly tied to being hardened. which used to be related to companions' outlooks on life and not a "you prioritized something else in the contrived choice scenario we forced on you, feel bad" failure state kind of thing.

bellara. more ancient elves lore, ft. the forgotten ones--one of the most obscure parts of the lore so far. we could have explored more of the relationship between the evanuris, forgotten ones, and fen'harel's rebellion. from the sounds of it, it sounds like it was a free for all; but nope, it was grossly underutilized. anaris wants a physical body--for what, it is rather unclear. based on the circle codices it may tie into those from across the sea, who seemingly have everyone terrified to the point they retreated to thedas in ancient times and may or may not have lead to the creation of the qunari. could be interesting were this not tied into the fucking evil shadowy cabal ending that spits on all previous work. once again the dalish thing has a choice to either salvage more elven lore and risk uncovering dangerous information (because only elven culture has done bad shit ig, unlike every other people in thedas) or let it be, the less we know of our shitty ancestors who were all shitty and not largely a people ruled by tyrants, the better. besides, the dalish were always dumb to figure it out, because after being oppressed and persecuted by the evanuris, tevinter, orlais, and most other societies in thedas, the dalish got things wrong. silly! but remember, the writers REALLY wanted the dalish to have a win in this game :) my heart says keep the archive but there are no consequences and i prefer the drip of the other choice, so i picked destroy.

emmrich. quick! we need to find a way to create a forced binary choice at the end of this companion's questline! let's let manfred talk and also he's going to sacrifice himself! now emmrich has to choose between his kid and his lifelong dream of becoming a lich. other than that i liked the quest, probably because my rook was a mourn watcher and had more content. more complexity than the other companions, but still very little going on. because regardless of what you pick, emmrich IS going to have to come to grips with his fear of death, eventually. if he doesn't, well. he'll die eventually, and people will die around him regardless. if he becomes a lich, he will have to risk dying to achieve lichdom, he will see people be born and pass away time and time again. i picked lichdom. ghost thinks they're cool, and she figures that hey, at least he will be immortal in the battles to come. he will become a gentle usher and a living monument to his loved ones. btw the giant skeleton is "we have high lord wolnir minus the bling at home".

taash. not touching that shit, sorry taash! you won't become a hero of the veilguard! they came out to their mom and got a hot gf who smells nice in harding. 10/10

[swag-system]

🟩🚫 / 🩰 / 🪸 ?

🟩🚫 — is there anyone who spends most of their time fronting complaining about missing their s/o from source?

ALL OF US. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF US. EVERY STUPIDASS FICTIVE HAS SOME STUPID BITCH THEY MISS AND YES THEY WILL ALL WHINE ABT IT NONSTOP. ITS ANNOYING AS SHIT ESPECIALLY WHEN WE USUALLY HAVE 3+ COFRONTERS AT ONCE AND THEYRE ALL YAPPINGGGGGG LIKE OH MY GOD SHUT UPPPPPP!!!! its not actually that deep tho. just lots of COMPLAINERS!!! and lots of YEARNERS!!! in our system

🩰 — anyone who's entire personality is formed around a hobby you picked up briefly in childhood but never gained an actual interest in? If so, what's the hobby?

honestly idk? i dont think so? i dont remember what hobbies i had as a kid. shrug

🪸 — anyone who picked an emoji/symbol/name/etc just because they liked the way it looked, and not for any real reason?

we dont usually use emojis or symbols but a LOT of ppl change their names on a whim just for the funniest. for example Duncan Mcfunkin just thought the last name sounded cool and changed his name to that permanently. as another example Gwynneth changed her name literally randomly bcs just cause she wanted to, she just thought it sounded cooler than gwen ig!! theres no rhyme or reason ppl just go "oh that sounds cool. my name now". ironically this is also how our core/original host chose the bodies name too. just thought herbert/herb sounded cool and tried it out and it stuck. this november itll have been 5 years of the herb. all because we saw the funny cat meme and thought "oh that kinda rules actually". so yeah, common occurrence actually

[plagueprince]

i never do these but i love talking about myself, tagged by @spaydekingcayde, thanks gayass. not tagging anyone but whoever sees this u can do it if u want

What is the origin of your blog title? frequently changing, but atm its “do exos dream of electric sheep?” and “let sleeping gods lie”. 1st is reference to destiny 2 and the book of similar title slash the movie(s) bladerunner :) 2nd one is something something about gods being liars and whatever

Favorite fandoms? currently balls deep in destiny 2 and warframe, but my longest reigning fandoms are warriors, wings of fire, transformers, and pokemon

OTP(s) + ship name? tbh i dont ship otps or anything like that tbh, i do oc+oc and oc+canon a lot, so any of my ocs n their s/o’s

Favourite color? purple! specifically #9456d4 purple. blue and red are a close second

Favourite games? destiny 2, warframe, red dead redemption 2, maneater, and abzû

Song stuck in your head? hymn to virgil by hozier and red desert by 5sos

Weirdest habit or trait? i type/write in all lowercase and have music/videos/sound playing at all times

Hobbies? i draw, listen to music, watch movies, read sometimes, write n do poetry a little, and do equestrian stuff. i also study birds, fish, and paleontology and nothing else because im autistic and have very narrow interests. i love to go fishing and hunting as well.

If you work, what is your profession? i currently work in publishing, doing freelance as a comic colorist

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? a paleoecologist is the dream eventually, but i am currently looking at going into ornithology

Something you’re good at? iiiii really dont know! i like to think i’m really good at like, making shit up. (hello ocs and speculative biology)

Something you’re bad at? societal awareness lol, i’m just out here ballin’. saying words and doing things that i hope wont get me mauled

Something you excel at? fuck if i know man……… maybe like?? storing really specific information about nature things LOLL

Something you love? birds, fish, dinosaurs, rivers, creeks, grasslands, snow, tidepools, the ocean, sunrises/sunsets, thinking of someone you love when you see something ……… um. nature !!!!!!. but most importantly my friends. god i love my friends

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff? birds! fish! dinosaurs! nature! dragons! media i like!

Something you hate? fascists. also i hate being WRONG!!!! i’ll die on any hill i’m put on bruh

Something you collect? feathers, bones, shells, insects, pins/keychains, pokémon cards, figures/statues, vinyls

Something you forget? straight up anything bro everything escapes me

What’s your love language? giftinggggg, i love gifts and gifting. Also physical touch and TALKINGGG. i will talk to a mf FOR HOURSSSS. in the “nontraditional” love language way, i love sharing things i love with other people and introducing them to the things i like. indoctrinating ppl into my interests lolll

Favourite movie/show? tron: legacy, pacific rim, godzilla (2014), the harder they fall, and bullet train house of the dragon, prehistoric planet, and arcane

Favourite food? i LOOOVE sushi. barbequed eel and salmon specifically. i mostly love fish and seafood, but i’m down to try nearly anything. also midwest comforts like mashed potatoes, mac n cheese, and cornbread, and watermelon!!!!

Favorite animal? oh boy, giant list, but i’ll just pick a few. northern pike, manta ray, ravens/crow, red-tailed hawk, golden eagle, quetzalcoatlus, spinosaurus, and horses :)

Are you musical? soooorta? i love singing and listening to music, so sure ig. cant play instruments for shit though

What were you like as a child? unmedicated audhd with NO self control or awareness

Favorite subject in school? biology and english lit

Least favourite subject? MATH. genuinely HATE math so bad

What’s your best character trait? i think i am extremely funny and have some really good ideas sometimes

What’s your worst character trait? i can get a little self centered sometimes i think? also i tend to not rlly look at the big picture and can get really stuck on the “what ifs”

If you could change any outcome of your day what would it be? get my adhd in check and get my JAW TO STOP HURTING but otherwise it’s good how it is

If you could travel in time, who would you meet? that one farting jester, or the first guy to discover watermelons

Recommend one of your favourite fics! sorry girl i don’t read fics but you should read field guide to dinosaurs by steve brusatte (the one that started it all)

[kaminocasey]

See You Again (Part 1)

WARNING: MANDALORIAN S3 FINALE SPOILERS

Summary: Din Djarin just wants to settle down and perhaps Grogu's pretty new teacher understands that.

Pairing: Eventual Din Djarin/Grogu's F Teacher!Reader

Warning: 18+ MINORS DNI; Teacher!Reader, Dad!Din Djarin, Eventual Smut, Fluff, Domestic Fantasy

WC: 1.9K

A/N: Can you believe I've not written a full Mando fic yet??? Everyone say thank you to Jon Favreau for giving Din and Grogu a house. <3 Domestic fantasy coming right upppp. Excited for part 2!

TAGLIST FORM

The Galactic Farmer’s Market at this time of morning isn’t too terribly busy. A little cool, maybe. But, It’s pretty manageable and you aren’t regretting your sundress so far. You know it’ll warm up around lunchtime. 

You don’t have work today, so you’re trying to get all your stuff done early for the day so you can relax tonight. You’re planning on making dinner and reading your new book. So, your typical night.

“Can I get a couple of these meilooruns? They look great!” You ask the Tarsunt vendor, handing him a few credits as you pick a couple up and stick them in your bag. “Thank you!”

As you walk away to the next vendor, to look at a few vegetables you could use for dinner tonight, you hear a droid-like voice arguing. When you turn, you’re met with a sight you can honestly say you’ve never seen before. A Mandalorian and a child inside an IG unit, arguing over the same fruit you just picked up. As a teacher, you’re met with all sorts of unique situations, but never one like this. 

“No. Hey, Grogu.” The Mandalorian sighs, trying to take the fruit.

“Yes.” The IG unit speaks for the child, making your eyebrows raise in amusement. 

“Give it.” The Mandalorian tries to reach but the child makes the droid raise it above his head so he can’t reach it. “Grogu, give it back-”

As the Mandalorian grabs the droid’s arm to pull it down, the hand around the fruit squeezes tightly sending meiloorun juice all over the poor Tarsunt who groans like it’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to him. 

“Uh oh.” You murmur, still rather amused, as the child drops the fruit, prepared to step in. 

The Mandalorian sighs again, sounding absolutely exasperated. Clearly this is not the first time something like this has happened. As you walk back over to the Tarsunt’s stand, you hand him a few credits. 

“Here.” You smile and hand the Mandalorian your meiloorun. “Maybe you can cut it up for him later.” 

“Oh…” The Mandalorian sighs. “That’s… very kind of you. But not necessary.” 

He tries to hand you back the fruit but you hold your hand up.

“Keep it.” You grin and nod in the vendor’s direction. “That’s probably one of the most interesting things to happen to him all week anyway.” 

The Tarsunt grumbles something in his native tongue and you can’t help but chuckle as you and the Mandalorian and child walk down the cobblestone path between all the other vendors. 

“Thank you for your kindness.” The modulated voice tells you.

“Believe me, I get it. Kids at this age can be a lot. But give them a death machine on legs and you’re probably asking for trouble.” You tease. 

He lets out a soft chuckle. “Yeah, this thing isn’t working for me. The IG unit, that is. It was a “gift” from High Magistrate Karga.” 

“Quite a gift.” You smile. “Especially from the Magistrate. You must be important.”

“Not really. Just old friends.” He tilts his helmet at you slightly before glancing behind him to make sure the child is following. 

“That’s nice. Greef is an old friend of mine as well.” You tell him as you near the end of the street. 

“Then perhaps you are the important one.” The Mandalorian teases. You think. 

You chuckle either way. “I mean, maybe. I do shape the minds of the young children of Nevarro.” 

“You’re a teacher?” He guesses.

You nod. “I am. Will I see your little one in class or are you just visiting?” 

“Undecided.” The Mandalorian stops at the end of the road and looks out into the distance, and when you follow his gaze, you can see multiple ships and what you see are other Mandalorians. 

He was part of the group who helped stop those pirates, you realize. They’re just camping out, from what you’ve heard through the grapevine. Your neighbor, Eia, had already developed a crush on one of them and was hoping that they’d stay, but from what the woman had told her, they were looking to retake Mandalore and weren’t planning to be camped out long.

“I see.” You nod. “Well, maybe I’ll see you around again someday. Bye Grogu.”

You wave to the duo and Grogu gives a little coo and wave as you walk back up toward the vendor stands to continue your shopping. When you look back, you can’t help but smile at the Mandalorian with his helmet faced in your direction. You can’t be sure if he’s still watching you, but you smile anyway and then continue back up the street.

Later that evening, you can’t help but wonder if perhaps you should’ve invited the Mandalorian and his child for dinner. But by the look of it, his clan was pretty large and maybe he didn’t want to separate from them. 

Cooking your dinner, you can’t help but let your thoughts linger on the mysterious Mandalorian. So many questions run through your mind. Was that his child? What did he look like underneath that beskar helmet? Why was he undecided if he was going to be just visiting? With all these questions running through your mind, you remind yourself it isn’t your business. 

You know very little of the Mandalorians. Just who they are, how they lost their homeworld, and how private they can be. You should make peace with the fact that you’re never going to find out. 

But still… your mind wanders.

A few days later, you’re cleaning your chalkboard as the kids play outside in the courtyard. It’d been a long day with the kids feeling rowdy from their weekend activities. They always come back full of energy, so you normally let them play a little longer in the morning. 

You finish scrubbing the board clean when you hear a modulated voice clearing in the doorway. The sound, admittedly, makes you more excited than you were expecting. When you turn your head to the voice, you find the Mandalorian and his little green companion, this time without an IG unit. 

“Well, hello there.” You smile at the helmeted figure leaning in the doorway and then look down at Grogu. 

“Hello.” The modulated voice sounds happy, which in turns your smile into a wide grin. 

The fluttering feeling in your stomach surprises you. It’s honestly a feeling you’ve not had in a really long time. What do you do with this feeling? Lean into it? There’s no way that this man feels the same way as you. You’re just a teacher. Granted, you have an exciting past… But you’re not that person anymore. You enjoy your solitude and your quiet evenings at home with a book, too much. Something a Mandalorian probably wouldn’t care much for.

“What can I do for you…?” You try to ask him his name.

“D-din… Djarin. And this is my son Din Grogu. Or just Grogu.” He sounds a little nervous to give you his name.

“Din Djarin and Grogu.” You grin up at him, stepping around the desk. 

Grogu makes his way over to the doorway to watch the children play. 

“Can he join them?” You ask his father. 

Grogu looks up at Din for permission to which Din nods. Grogu immediately scurries off into the play yard, joining a few children who are playing in the dirt. Din walks over to the doorway to keep an eye on the small child, and you join him, standing closer. 

He looks down at you and the weight of his stare seems heavier somehow. The dark visor makes him seem so… mysterious. So… far away. 

“Do you happen to have space for one more child?” He asks you, curiously.

It takes you by surprise for sure. You’d seen the Mandalorians’ ships all take off and not come back. Your neighbor, Eia, had been devastated that the woman she had spent time with had left. So to see this Mandalorian return, without his group, surprises you a bit.

But still, you smile kindly up at him. “Absolutely. Decided, have we?” 

He lets out a soft chuckle. “Yeah. Decided.” 

Your chest tightens at the content in his voice, like he’d gone through a lot to get to this point right here. You try to mind your business and not ask him.

“He can be a little handful, I should warn you.” Din tells you and you can hear a smile as he looks back at Grogu.

“Don’t worry, I specialize in little handfuls. I’ve got 12 of them.” You tease.

“Thirteen now.” Din teases back and you laugh. 

He looks at you again and the thought of what he looks like under the helmet comes back. Does he ever take it off? 

He tilts his head and your breath catches in your throat.

“Um… let me grab my…” You struggle, stepping away to regain your breath and to grab your datapad so that you can enter Grogu's information into your system. “Here. Just enter all your information and his so that he can start.”

He nods and takes the datapad from you, brushing his gloved fingers over yours as he takes it and you can’t help the rapid beat of your heart that picks up. 

Why are you acting like this? He’s a parent to a child who is now your student. Calm down.

You look out at the children playing, giving him a little privacy to fill out the information. Grogu seems to fit right in, all the kids starting to want to play with him.

“Easy with him, Lira. He’s smaller than you.” You tell one of the young girls as she tries to pick him up.

“Don’t worry about him. He can handle his own.” Din chuckles.

You walk back over to your board and pick up the cleaning supplies to put them back into the closet. As you turn around, Din is right there with your datapad, trying to hand it back to you. 

“Oh.” You feel yourself go warm at the sudden closeness again. “Thank you.”

“Thank you.” Din tells you. “Is he alright to stay for the day-”

“Yes, absolutely.” You nod, smiling. “Pick up is at three.”

“Perfect. I’ll see you then.” Din tells you and then goes to tell Grogu bye, who meets him at the door. “I’ll be back in a little bit. You’re going to learn new things from this nice woman, like we talked about.”

He talked about you? 

Din starts to walk back toward the door that leads to the street, and then stops. 

“You’ll comm me if there’s an emergency?” He asks and your heart warms at the concern in his tone.

“I promise.” You nod.

He nods again and then pauses again before leaving. “I… was really looking forward to seeing you… again.” 

You’re lucky you don’t immediately turn into a puddle right then and there as you smile brightly at the Mandalorian and bravely tell him, “I was hoping you’d come back.” 

“See you at three.” Din clears his voice and walks back out the door. Perhaps the lack of excitement in your life wouldn’t be such a turn off to Din Djarin.

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[quaissants]

TAGU-TAGUAN.  ›  YANG JEONGIN  ݃  GN! READER

synopsis. he's been hiding his feelings for so long, will you finally come around and find it?

pantone. fluff .. angst .. childhood best friends to ??.

length. three thousand three hundred seventy five (3,375).

cw. self doubt, intrusive people .. food and drinks ... mona’s attempts to be funny. 

tfw. since i do plan on deleting hwablurs, i decided to repost the three stories i wrote (including this one) because they’re.. decent, ig— plus one of them might have a part two so :D

JEONGIN TAKES A DEEP BREATH BEFORE MOVING EIGHT STEPS FORWARD.

quietly sliding the door behind him, he shuffles over to the seat situated next to yours. the chair creaks beneath his weight; his initials have faded on its wooden arm. even though it's been a while since he found himself on that terrace, he quickly settles into the perfect position—the one that lets him view the reunion taking place in your family's backyard.

he looks over at you with a teasing grin. “i thought good hosts socialize with the guests to make sure they're having fun.”

“it's too early to face the nosy aunties. besides,” you return the look and lightly tap your chin. “i'm talking to you, a guest, so doesn't that mean i'm a good host?”

“touché.”

laughter meets in the middle before you cut the connection with an indulgent sigh. you turn to your other side and pick up a juice packet from the mini cooler before offering it to jeongin. your blonde haired friend raises a brow at the familiar drink. “how come i didn't see this at the refreshments table earlier?”

“maybe it's because i secretly bought a box of zesto after mama told me you're coming back for the winter break.” you reply before grabbing your third packet of the evening.

he wonders if he can cover up the sound of his rapidly thrumming heart by obnoxiously sipping through his straw. it seems to work, seeing as how you scrunch your nose and smack his arm. despite knowing what that meant, he continues his action.

you narrow your eyes and playfully threaten him, “yang jeongin, if you don't stop, i will cut you off of your zesto supply and let you suffer with iced tea.”

whether it's the use of his government name, or the idea of having no choice but to consume the infamous store bought mixture, you're not sure which are the magic words. all you know is that they appear to be effective, for he immediately reverts back to quietly savouring his drink. you stifle your chuckle behind your straw; looks like he never grew out of his obsession with the fruit juice.

after less than a minute, jeongin asks for another packet. this time, he decides to take it slow, and scoots towards the edge of his seat. the two of you observe the people below, occasionally tossing a comment into the atmosphere.

as you predicted, the aunts and a few men have gathered to discuss the latest events. meanwhile, the uncles, and anyone else who isn't interested in joining the nosy group, scatter around the backyard. some are taking part in cooking the meat, others are most likely in the living room to watch a basketball game.

it doesn't take long for jeongin to get bored and observe something.. someone that's actually intriguing: you.

the last time the two of you were at an event like this, you loved being part of the crowd. if you weren't being fawned over by the adoring women or sneaking food off the buffet table, you were trying to climb onto your favourite uncle's shoulders. throughout all of that, you kept jeongin by your side. your hand firmly gripped his to make sure you wouldn't lose him among the adults.

and now, despite the shift of your opinion towards such events, he feels deja vu wash over him. it makes sense—after all, he's still the nervous boy who constantly rubs his hands against his jeans, just in case you want to hold his hand and drag him down to the party. and he still chews his straw down to the fine point because so many words are running through his head, there's a chance he might pull out the wrong string.

“they're looking for you.”

“h-huh?” he snaps out of his daze and looks down to spot what you're looking at: the aunties keep glancing at their surroundings, as if they were searching for someone.

you smile lopsidedly and pat his shoulder. “you shouldn't be too surprised. seeing as how you got into one of the top universities in the world, you are bound to be chased by middle-aged women who are hoping to set you up with their kid.”

the grimace that sets on his face works like a feather; it tickles you until you're curling into your chair, chest heaving from the laughter that escapes your lips. this time, it's jeongin's turn to pout and smack your arm.

“please don't feed me to the wolves, i'm too young to become meat.” he pleads, only to shift into mock offense over you acting like you have to think about it.

“i don't know, i've been the center of their attention for the past few years now..” you pretend to think aloud. “a fresh new view would probably make them forget me for at least ten years..”

your old friend deadpans. why is it that even though you're considering sacrificing him for your survival, you still look so angelic? even worse, why is he willing to take your place to make you happy?

“we finally get to hang out and this is how you welcome me back,” it's clear that he's spent too much time with hyunjin when he dramatically sighs and shakes his head. “i'm touched, truly.”

“s-stop-i.. i can't-” you hold your aching sides and try to take your breath back. jeongin offers some assistance by patting your back until your lungs return to their usual rhythm. you cough a couple of times, but it's nothing that a gulp of zesto can't fix.

between the two of you, three more packets are consumed before your throats start to hurt from the fruity flavours. now that his hands are lacking an item to fidget with, the blonde-haired male drags his finger across his carved initials. he tries to etch them even deeper, but his nails are too blunt for such an endeavour, so he gives up on that.

instead, he turns to face you and asks, “how have you been?”

“fine, i guess?” you say, fingers idly tapping the arm of your chair. “i mean, my course is pretty fun so no complaints there. plus i found some friends who are willing to bury their heads on a desk and cry with me whenever finals roll around.”

“that's good to know.” he chuckles before swallowing a nervous breath. “what about dating? has anyone managed to break the npsb's streak?”

“i kinda wish there was, but no one's come close to threatening it.”

perhaps jeongin shouldn't be relieved to hear that, so he keeps it to himself. his hand reaches out to pat your head, just like a mother hen would to soothe her chick. “there there, it's okay.”

you swat his hand, a slew of grumbles following right after it. “enough about that. remind me to introduce you to my dealer.”

“..who?”

“my dealer.” you repeat, the deadpan that crosses your friend's face eliciting you to chuckle. “i swear, he's a master of making mango graham cake.”

“ohh, a food dealer!” the realization belatedly falls upon him, so does the tinge of annoyance. “meanie, you really made me think you were trying to lure me into the dark side.”

a cheeky smirk crosses your lips. “at least i know you'd haul me out if i was.”

“of course i would, who else is gonna bail me out once the aunties find me?”

“your brother?”

“..you know what, may the force be not with you.”

IT'S IMPERATIVE THAT JEONGIN TAKES FIVE STEPS BACK BEFORE HE CAN FOOLISHLY JUMP OVER THE BALCONY AND DASH TO THE BUFFET TABLE.

you watch him with a raised brow. “getting hungry yet?”

your question's answered by the grumble of his stomach.

“we can't go yet, they're standing way too close for us to slip undetected.” he whines, the words in sync with his tummy's second growl.

he knows you're deliberating on something. your nose is scrunched up, gaze zoomed on a random speck on the floor, and fingers gently tapping against the metal handle. seems like he's not the only one who hasn't grown out of all his personal habits.

initially, you don't say anything. you just sit up then get back on your feet, hand held out to him. your blonde-haired companion doesn't take long to connect the dots.

“don't tell me—” the fact that you're still standing confirms his fear.

“come on, it won't be that bad.”

“no? you know the moment they spot me, i won't get out until i've answered every single question of theirs. and i'm very sure i'll have to repeat myself three times because some of them weren't listening during the first and second round.”

damn, the influence that hyunjin has on him is steadily slithering into the spotlight. despite his reasonable excuse, you still keep your hand out. like smacking the nail on the coffin, you smack him with the ultimate weapon: bribery.

“i'll help you get as much lumpia as you want.”

ah fried spring rolls, his second largest weakness.

(of course the first is you, but what you don't know won't hurt anyone.)

“okay, let's go.” he relents, but remembers to rub his palm against his jeans before doing so. with his hand in yours, you lead him down the stairs and into the main space. it's a blessing that you never look back, the uncharacteristic flush of his cheeks would have given him away.

as if they sensed his presence, the middle-aged women almost sprint to get a good look at him. it feels like the rain has come around, but rather than drops of water falling upon him, jeongin's showered with plenty of compliments. the words blend so messily, he barely catches some words like handsome, intelligent, proud, partner..

wait what was that last one?

“have you already found a significant other?” even though aunt cleo's not the loudest, her question strikes the young man quite deeply. everyone finally stops throwing sentences and holds onto their baited breaths to hear what his answer is.

“uh, well.. i, i haven't yet—”

those three words are similar to a trigger; another round of phrases are shot at him. this time, he hears plenty of names being tossed into the mixture. he internally panics, unsure as to what he can do to escape. but when he feels you squeeze his hand, the nerves that twist his stomach into knots unravel.

you clear your throat and smile at the intrusive group, the curve not quite reaching your eyes. “although jeongin would love to answer your questions, he's feeling really famished so why don't we let him get some energy back?”

a chorus of you're right comes through and they finally move aside to let the two of you head to the buffet table. you hear aunt cleo say, “make sure he gets enough portions, dear. i'm willing to gamble my husband's shares that his university doesn't serve the same hearty quality of food as we do.”

“i've got him, auntie!”

the dish that he has been longing for is right there, it's obviously beckoning him, but jeongin doesn't immediately snatch up half a plate of them. the center of his mind is distracted by your words. they run around in a loop, just like one of those vinyl records his father likes to play every sunday afternoon.

that phrase; it isn't new to him. in fact, the first time he heard it was during your first meeting. as the new kid in the neighbourhood, jeongin felt out of place, especially when his parents brought him to the playground. all the other kids had already formed their friendships, so where was he supposed to go?

to the swings, he guessed. as he sat there, watching them have fun with a tinge of jealousy, he hadn't noticed you standing behind him until you tapped his shoulder.

“i'm sorry!” he frantically apologized and got off the swing, almost tripping over his own sneakers as he did so. “here, you can have it!”

“huh? you don't have to go away.” you beamed so brightly, jeongin wondered how that's possible when the sun was supposed to be the brightest. “do you wanna play?”

“me?”

“mhm! but it's okay if you don't wanna, mama said i shouldn't make people do what i want.”

he initially looked down at his shoes before he gave you a nod and a meek smile. “i'm jeongin, 'nice to meet you.”

“you too, innie. my name's y/n, and i know we're gonna be the bestest of friends.”

“how?”

“because i like you already!”

the poor little boy had no time to react for you were already leading him to your other friends who also wanted to talk to him. as the two of you run past your guardians, your mama tells you, “be nice with him, sweetheart!”

“yes mama, i've got him!”

and you kept your word. regardless of how many years pass by, or how many friends slipped through his fingers, you've always been there for him. now, he can't help but wonder if you'd still remain by his side if he told you—

“—yang jeongin!”

the male in question almost jumps out of his skin. he turns to you, eyes as wide as a fox's when it's caught in headlights. concern shimmers upon your visage as you ask, “are you okay? you look like you've been hypnotized by the spring rolls.”

he retaliates by lightly bumping your hip. “i'm trying to guess how many of them i can get before someone looks at me weirdly.”  

“i see..” without hesitation, you take a plate and begin to fill a quarter of it with the appetizer before nudging him to do the same. “no one's going to question why we each have this much when it's almost the usual portion for one person.”

and jeongin barely catches himself before he falls deeper. he conceals the mayhem going on inside of him by remarking, “but we still need to make sure that we're out of sight so there's no witnesses.”

“that's what the kitchen's for, innie.”

SOMETIMES, JEONGIN WONDERS HOW YOUR PREDICTIONS HAVE A HIGH SUCCESS RATE.

just like you said, almost no one has taken a step in the kitchen. there have been a few close calls, but they were very distracted by their quest to get more alcohol. because of that, the two of you get to munch on your appetizer while watching smashed adults for entertainment.

“you see that guy, the one playing it safe with his glass? that's miss camaya's boyfriend.”

jeongin's jaw almost drops to the floor. “hold on, i thought she was with mister pham.”

“they ended it two years ago.” you shrug your shoulders. “he got a job across the world, so of course, they tried long distance, but it just wasn't meant to be.”

“that's a shame, i was rooting for them.”

you giggle over the pout that appears on your sulking friend's face. “cheer up, what's important is that they ended it mutually, and now miss camaya's found someone who makes her just as happy as he did.”

hopping off the counter, you tell him that you'll just head upstairs to get the two of you some more zesto before exiting the kitchen. left in the company of his mind, jeongin's mind begins to delve into another pool of thoughts.

if the two of you became a couple, would it end the same way? he isn't naïve enough to believe that it isn't possible. after all, this is the first time in four years that you're actually hanging out together.  

with how hectic college life can be, is he going to be able to take you out on dates? scratch that, will he have enough money and time to come visit you? it's already a miracle that he managed to scrape enough money for this trip.

all of his doubts gather to weigh down on him, bringing him to cradle his head in his hands. he wants it to stop, but he doesn't know how to do that. that is, until he hears you call his name.

“oh, hello!” he's taken aback by the stranger standing by the doorway, but doesn't look too deep into it yet. instead, he smiles timidly. “i'm sorry you had to see me like that, being around the host involves spending a load of sanity.”

being next to your old friend allows you to punch his shoulder and complain, “hey, i'm not that bad..”

“only in your dreams~”

“you hear that? it's the sound of me cutting off your zesto supply.”

“you wouldn't..”

“try me.”

the two of you engage in a playful staring competition, only to be interrupted by the stranger's laughter. he's a little closer now, comfortably occupying a chair that was just loitering around.

“you were right, bun. he is quite a cool guy.” the stranger compliments him, but the only thing jeongin can hear is bun. he doesn't want to be that kind of person, not when he has no right to be possessive.. but who is this guy, and why is he addressing you so casually?

“jun, you aren't supposed to expose me!”

jeongin's gaze flits between the two of you, confusion adding a splash of color to his fair skin. it's clear that he isn't doing a good job at toning it down, seeing as how you address the elephant in the room, “oh, i forgot. innie, this is yeonjun, the mango graham dealer i mentioned earlier. jun, meet jeongin.”

the laid-back male sends him a warm smile. “nice to meet you, jeongin. bun's told me a lot about you.”  

“nice to meet you too. i wish i could say the same but the only thing someone,” he pokes your side. “has told me is that you're a master in the art of making a certain dessert so i'm pretty much in the dark about you.”

he comes to realize how much he feels like he's looking at a mirror when yeonjun turns his attention to you and pouts. “really, bun? that hurts, really strikes me to the bone.”

you scoff and roll your eyes. “you two just met and you're already ganging up on me, how sweet.”

the two fox kins share a look before grinning cheekily. “it's meant to be.”

your groan serves as more amusement for them. jeongin knows you're mumbling something about them, probably about how much you regret your decision, but he doesn't take it to heart. knowing you, the two of them getting along is a nice impromptu present.

the three of you open up a new conversation, ignorant of the party taking place outside. it's nice, jeongin can't deny that, but he can still feel part of himself threatening to collapse. he endures the odd feeling, even after yeonjun announces his departure.

“can't you stay a little longer?” he asks him again.

the older male shakes his head apologetically. “i have to get up early tomorrow to pick up soobin from the airport.”

“no worries,” jeongin pushes himself away from the counter to share a hug with his new friend. “stay safe, alright?”

“you too. text me when you’re free so we can hang out again.”

when he pulls away, it's your turn to get a hug. except, yours lasts longer than his. and right when he's about to brush it off as a coincidence, you decide to walk yeonjun to the door. he thinks about going with you, but he doesn't have the strength to move from his spot.

his heart, the shelter that's kept his feelings hidden, has fallen apart. and even though you haven't caught him, he lost.

it doesn't matter if he and yeonjun share a few similarities. he isn't the one who tickles the butterflies in your stomach. he can't say that he's the reason your smile never fails to reach the corners of your eyes, because he isn't the one you seek. and he knows that you haven't realized it yet, but someone is threatening your streak.

so jeongin chooses to put your happiness first and takes three steps backward, right back into the place that has been made for him: the sideline.

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