#my noodle boy was desperate to leave

[daenysthedreamer101]

DAEMON PLS FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THE GODS IN WESTEROS LEAVE HARRENHAL I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE! ALYS LEAVE HIM ALONE!!!

[presleygarden]

Shirley Dieu speaks on Elvis & Ginger ☁️

“Elvis and Ginger showed up in Joe’s and my bedroom once more.

Elvis said, “Hey, let’s meditate.”

Then Joe said, “You guys go ahead, I have to take care of some calls in the living room.”

I can’t even imagine Joe of all people wanting to meditate.

So Joe slipped out of the bedroom leaving Elvis, me and Ginger on the bed.

Elvis had Ginger and me sit in a circle with him and we held hands in silence as he hummed.

After a short time, Elvis started to share his knowledge of meditation, then we were abruptly interrupted by the phone ringing. I answered it. It was Joe wanting to know if Elvis was through meditating. I told him yes and, as I hung up the phone, I could see out of the corner of my eye Elvis taking Ginger’s hand and quickly placing it on his left shoulder, then patting it as if to let her know to keep it there.

Then I turned around and in a sad, “little boy” type of way, Elvis said, “See Shirley, Ginger loves me. Just like you love Joe.”

This broke my heart.

Ginger’s hand sat there like a wet noodle on Elvis’s shoulder.

Then, once again, Elvis reached up and placed his hand on Ginger’s and began to stroke and pat her hand ever so gently as if to say, “See? See, Shirley?”

Ginger never smiled, and her eyes never met his.

She just sat there like a mannequin.

I felt so sorry for Elvis.

I only wished that I could have done or said something to make him feel loved.

I don’t believe that it was necessarily Ginger that Elvis wanted; he just wanted love.

He had obviously seen firsthand what Joe and I had together and had commented on our relationship several times before.

Elvis was no different, and like anyone else, he wanted the fairy tale as well as the magic.”

•excerpt from Memphis Mafia Princess by Shirley

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Side note: I think this story is really important to share because you do get a glimpse of the desperation that pulsated through Elvis.

His desperate need to be loved & comforted + seen.

The man longed for companionship & understanding. It seems that he wasn’t yet willing to make the major changes needed to conquer the things he most wanted.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Hmm...actually, once the identities are revealed...how do Sandy, Pigsy and Tang feel about whenever SWK or Mac casually drop a gods name casually, like "Oh, Nezha said he might drop by later", like that has to feel weird, y'know?

Macaque tries to keep things subtle around the noodle shop gang, but Wukong slips up occasionally.

When Nezha first appears at the shop pre-reveal looking like a grungy teenage demon with snake features (he's associated with them in the mythos) and SWK welcomes him warmly - Pigsy and Tang just assume the kid is relative that the monkey couple trusted enough to know where they are. Soon Nezha starts to get used to being treated like An Actual Child by adults who care about him and his mature facade starts to break down. The noodle shop gang think its more that the kid has a rough home life and needs a safe place to hang out. So whats the harm in letting the little guy stay too?

After the two monkey's are revealled as the Monkey King and the Six Eared Macaque however? Many questions are asked.

Pigsy: *turns to look at "Nez"* Nezha: "..." Pigsy: "Let me guess... Lotus Prince right?" Nezha: "Yeah." Pigsy: "You gonna turn back into your real form or...?" Nezha, looking a bit bashful: "What if I told you the snake-y and gross teenage stuff was my real form?" Tang: "Oh my gosh... you need acne cream." Pigsy: "TANG!" Tang: "I'm just saying! Human puberty is bad enough! Imagine being immortal with it! He needs to keep moisturized!" Pigsy: "Well, atleast he's been eating decently since he's been here... could use more protein though." Sandy: "And plenty of rest! You can't burn the candle at both ends! Even if it's infinite!" Nezha: *is honestly touched* (Ｔ▽Ｔ)

But yeah the gang do get confused at times when the monkeys bring up random names in history/mythology they know. Like "Cooking with Chang'e" airs one night, and Macaque randomly mentions:

Macaque: "Huh, she's on tv? She used to be really nervous with public speaking when we were little." Pigsy, shellshocked: "How do you know that!?" Macaque: "She's my sister, duh. I was born from a moon rock. She helped raise me until I moved to Flower Fruit Mountain to be with other Monkey demons." Pigsy: *incomprehensible spluttering* Tang: "Does she actually like mooncakes, or is that more a commercial thing?" Macaque: "She likes them, but her favorite kind has osmanthus in it." Pigsy & Tang: *aggressively takes notes for different reasons*

After a while it gets more annoying than amazing. Especially since Pigsy was already unimpressed with any immortal who wasn't Chang'e.

Erlang: "I require an audience with Sun Wukong." Pigsy, not even looking up from the stove: "He's on break." Erlang: "I assume you did not hear me correctly. I require an immediate audience with Sun Wukong." Pigsy: "And I told you: HE'S ON BREAK! Now you wait, buy something, or scram!" Erlang, stunned: "......lamb noodles please." *Wukong returns from break to see Erlang feeding his dog bits of lamb.* Erlang: "Wukong, you must understand that my visit is not one of pleasure. I have tasked myself to inquire about the status of your mission regarding The Egg." Wukong: "No egg here! Except for whats in the fridge. Hehehe." *dad joke* Erlang, glaring with all three eyes: "Hmm..." Wukong: *sweating nervously* Erlang: "...ok. I can see that you're truthful in that there is no Cosmic Egg present in this facility. Why you busy yourself in these mortals matters is beyond me. But be warned simian..." Wukong: "What?" Erlang: "We should spar more often, bro. Me and the Plum Hill boys starting to miss you on the training grounds. Plus you're starting to look fluffier." *Erlang and his dog leaves* Wukong: "Phew! Glad I got rid of him!" Macaque, returns from getting cheese tea, visibly pregnant: "What that jerk want?" Wukong: "Old work stuff." Macaque: "He's lucky I'm incapacitated, or I would have neutered him to match his hound." Wukong: "I know you would." Tang: *trying desperately not to explode cus was that just Erlang Shen?!*

Sandy is a lot more chill. That person he just talked to was a god? That's cool! Hope he's made a new friend today! Accidentally befriends a bunch of them just by being a cool dude. The dragon kingdoms think he's a great ambassador.

[jimcornflake]

Ch2 - Mantis

A/N: This is my last blorp before I pass out. It’s 2am, I’m caffeine crashing so incredibly hard, and I need to sleep. But here’s my life’s work while I’m at it, so here you go.

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It wasn’t before long that you managed to lose your entire purse, your phone, one of your contacts, and- oh yeah- all the people you came in with. Your eyes were heavy and cloudy, pupils blown wide. Your body felt like a wet spaghetti noodle as you stumbled past people.

“Can anybody find me water?” You asked the nearest group of people. They were familiar faces, but for some reason you couldn’t recall their names.

“Bathroom!” A boy in a white beanie told you and pointed behind you to the door to hallway off to the side.

You mumbled a thank you and urged your jelly-feet to carry you to the nearest bathroom sink so you could drown yourself in the faucet to get rid of the wicked cottonmouth that had set in.

The fluorescent lights that greeted you on the other side are less than pleasant. You cringed away from them, shielding your eyes with your hand. You stumbled around blindly till you felt a door and decide that it was the bathroom that you’d been looking for.

You pushed it open and uncovered your eyes to find that it wasn’t even close to a bathroom at all. There were no stalls, no air-dryers, no tampon-dispenser that hadn’t been touched since 1988; only a dirty red box in the middle of the room.

At first glance you thought it looked like dirt smeared across the bright, chipped paint. You blinked a few times and looked again and realized that it was closer to blood.

The box moved and you startled immediately. You almost ran out of the room and may have peed yourself only just a bit.

After waiting to see if it would move again and being met with stillness, you moved closer. You crouched down beside it where the old rusty locks were and undid them one by one.

“Hey, tiny. It’s okay, how’d you get in there?” You clicked your tongue and cooed.

As soon as the last latched had been slid open, the box burst open and you were tackled to the floor by a grimy man with wild, wide eyes. The air was knocked from your lungs, leaving your chest aching and tears pooling in your eyes and in that moment, all you could think was, why the fuck did I expect it to be an animal?

“Run! Run! Okay? You need to run!” The man panicked and dragged you up to your feet while you instinctually struggled and protested.

He threw you in to the hallway at the same time that the doors to the party burst open and people came stampeding through screaming something awful. He tried to stop them, yelling something about traps and getting caught while he grabbed on to people who only wanted to wriggle out of his grasp.

You soon saw why he was so desperate in his attempts. It all happened in seconds.

Razor wires caught on to ankles, blades swung down from the ceiling in to throats, sharpened stakes sprung out of the floor and impaled abdomens.

You’d never seen so much blood. You’d never seen the way skin can be sliced through so effortlessly as if it were paper. You’d never seen somebody’s brain fight to retain basic function of the body and you’d never seen the light leave the eyes of their limp body.

The shock was setting in. You felt like the blood running through your veins was ice cold and the static cloud around your eyes grew as did your progressively tunneling vision.

Suddenly the hallway was a hell-tunnel filled with dead, mangled bodies; some of which were half-alive and reaching out for your help; and at the end of that tunnel was the man you’d freed from the box.

He stood at the window, looking at the street that was a two-story drop down. He kept switching from the window to your face.

His eyes suddenly widened and he pointed, “Behind you!”

You felt a sudden mildly painful constriction around your arms and waist as you were lifted off the ground. You watched as the man gave himself a running start in to the window and fell to the ground with the shattered glass.

Now it was only you and the person who was grabbing you so tightly. You wiggled and kicked and finally got your arm free. You jerked it back as hard as you could and heard a grunt as the pressure was released and you fell to the ground.

You didn’t care to look back, you made a mad dash for the window to hopefully dive out and have your fall broken on that strange dirty man. You didn’t make it as in the next second you felt a sudden sharp pain in the back of your right thigh.

It stung and you stopped and trembled, shrieking through your teeth as your hands hovered uncertainly over the wound. You collapsed to your hands and knees as your shaking legs could hold you no longer.

You clenched your jaw and clasped your hands together so tightly that your bones were almost breaking under the pressure. You pressed your head against your forearms and tried to block out everything around you.

You felt a hand yank your head back by your hair and then a tiny prick in your neck. Your pain began to melt away slowly and you involuntarily relaxed. You grunted at the sharp pain and squelch that accompanied a blade being pulled out of your leg.

The last thing you knew before you completely surrender to unconsciousness was that you were picked up from the floor as if you were nothing more than a sack of potatoes and hauled back to the room with the red box.

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[piggycyberwarrior]

how would the arcane caracters react if you cry in an argument //HC

Summary: how would the arcane caracters react if you cry in an argument?

Includes: Ekko, Silco 

a/n: No proof read, have fun reading and dont be shy requesting, I love request. 

Ekko:

Well, it happened in a bad argument

You had a fight because he didn't seem to understand that he should take care of himself and that you were worried about him.

"Don't you understand?" he was almost shouting "I am the leader of the Firelights! I can't play it safe while my allies risk their lives and die in battle! I don't have time for this!" 

"I'm just worried about you, Ekko. If you would just be a little more carefu-" "If you wouldn't be so childish, we wouldn't be arguing right now!" "You know that's not true!" 

“oh fuck off! You just don't want me to go because you don't want me to be out with the others!”

"What are you talking about! I don't care about that. I just don't want you to die!" Now you were desperately screaming with thick tears running down your cheek and leaving red streaks on your face

He wouldn't listen to you. He just pushed you away and didn't seem to care about your feelings. But you did care about him. Just the thought that he would die someday on a mission turned your stomach in an unpleasant way.

your suppressed sobs filled the now silent room

only now he seemed to notice your tears- his eyes widened slightly

"Shit, Firefly I-I'm sorry. I- I didn't mean to make you cry. Shit. Forgive me.

The boy stuttered in panic as he tried to gently wipe your tears from your face.

"I'm sorry, I really am." he whispered as he spread little kisses all over your face. little 'I love you's' after each kiss

you scrunched your nose and mumbled "I just don't want you to get hurt. I know what you do is important, but every time you leave, I'm afraid you won't come back. That's scares me.

“’m sorry, Firefly.” he said after he kissed you on the nose.

"I try to be more careful. It's just that as a leader, I can't play it safe. Everyone relies on me." 

"I know," you sighed as you pressed your face into his chest.

"Come on I'll make it up to you." he said with a smile as he picked you up and threw you on the bed.

you shrieked when he did that. "Here comes the tickle monster! Gaaahhh!!!"

A few hours later you two were lying in bed. Legs tangled together. Your head was on his chest. 

"Babe?" asked Ekko since you two hadn't talked in a while. "Mmm, Noodle Doodle?" he chuckled. 

Slowly he turned to you till you were facing each other. His breath over your lips. 

A quick kiss- "I love you, Y/n" "Mhm, I love me too." he pinched your side. "Ouch, I'm kidding! I love you too big baby."

Silco:

He's a busy man, everybody knows that.

so it was clear that he missed dates or couldn't spend as much time with you as he did sitting at his desk writing papers

but sometimes it looked like he liked the paperwork more than he liked you

And when he missed your anniversary, something inside you burst. And before you knew it, razor-sharp words flew between the two of you.

"I'm just saying you should spend a little more time with me! Hell, you even missed our anniversary!"

"It's just a day like any other! Don't be so resentful. I just have to work a lot not like you! Why do you think I am where I am right now!" 

"I don't want you to give up all your work! I just want maybe one hour with my boyfriend! It would be enough if you would sleep in my room, but hell you always fall asleep on your desk!" you said with a raised voice.

it was too much for you. Couldn't he understand? Couldn't he sacrifice even a few minutes for you, was that too much to ask? angry tears pooling in your eyes

he straightened up, trying to strengthen his dominance.

"Fine!" you snorted, walking past him. If he didn't want your company, you wouldn't bother him. Silco sighed, "Y/n-" too late, because you slammed the door to his office and ran into your room.

Hours passed. Silco was not looking for you. It was better that way. You looked terrible. Red eyes, a runny nose, tousled hair and a damn headache. 

At some point Sevika came to look for you. 

"you look like shit." "Mhm" "Ok what happened?" "Nothing." "I'll talk to him."

she went to him and told him no matter what kind of fight you had, you should end it and that it bothers everyone

silco just sighed and stroked his hair back.

Sevika was right, he knew that. He himself noticed how his thoughts drifted to you, his concentration dwindled.

He let himself sink back into his chair. It did not help. He has to talk to you.

You were lying under your thick blanket when a firm knock broke the silence

The door was opened and Silco entered the darkness of your room

"Y/n-" "What do you want?" you said somewhat briskly with a hoarse voice from all the crying.

Your back turned to him

He sat down on your bed, his weight made the mattress dip a bit

"Love, look at me” you turned around

His breath caught a little when he saw your red eyes. Had it really affected you that much? When he thought about it, he had really acted a bit coldly.

He exhaled a deep puff of air and put his cold hand on your puffy face

"I'm sorry darling. I didn't pay attention to your feelings and reacted coldly. That was childish of me. I know how much that means to you. and i hope i can make it up to you for the missed anniversary”

"Even if it's just a day like any other?" you said with a raised brow

“I'm sorry I said that, I didn't mean it" he whispered and pressed a kiss on your forehead

"Mhmmmmm you have to make it up to me with 100- no 1000 kisses. And I want cuddles." you command in a childish demanor

“Everything you want darling.”

[herdelreydear]

I was all over her

pt 1

warnings: college!au, mean!ellie, owenxabby, elliexreader, (a bit abbyxreader bc of readers past, smoking, drugs, alcohol, some angst, nsfw in this or the next parts

summary: Dina drags Ellie to a camp where they can work at for three weeks, the money is good and they get a little vecation from their college life. It’s annoying but it gets more interesting when Ellie gets to know the other girl that is joining as a camp leader.

notes: i’m really excited for this series, it’s gonna be inspired by the 80s slasher summer camp vibe! They’re not in the 80s anymore but their town is so stubborn, that they still got all the old equipments so it kind of feels like it anyways. I’m also going to switch from different perspectives to get a better view from everyone’s thoughts when things get spicy :P

reposting, liking or even commenting would be so so appreciated <3

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„Ugh“ Ellie grunted shoving her stuff in her backpack that was already falling apart and had some holes here and there. It didn’t bother her as long as she didn’t loose anything of her supplies.

„If the money isn’t worth it i’m going.“ Dina, laying on her bed watching her- „Of course Ells as if you’re not living off of instant noodles and my stuff the last few weeks“ she grinned and rolled onto her stomach.

„The kids are gonna be annoying but remember how we were that age?“ she let out a quite laugh. „Were the ones making the rules now, so how bad can it be?“

„Oh fuck you“ Ellie sighed and finally got her backpack to zip up. „Kids that age are little shitheads“ she stood up and let herself fall on the bed next to Dina. „Well yeah, but at least they’re not that bad, I mean they wont be older than 16 y‘know?“

„Well with 16 I started selling“ Ellie grinned. „But if I catch one of them doing anything like that imma beat their ass“ she looked at her phone to check the time. „Well, or their mom will“

Dina flipped a finger against Ellies forehead „Ouch“- „You’re the one that has to behave“ Dina glanced a provocative smile at her. „No girls your age except for me and Abby, and a bunch of kids- I think you can handle that“

„I don’t like that Abby and Owen are the ones giving the orders to us, she‘s okay but Owen is annoying as fuck“ Dina nodded to agree with her. Abby and Owen were a bit older then them, and already did the camp counseling the year before.

„Well anyways we gotta go“ Dina pushed Ellie of the bed otherwise to leave would’ve took forever. They got outside and walked to Ellies Pick-Up truck. The others would drive in a school bus Owen got the permission to drive with. They would all meet at the camp.

This year it was so full, Owen and Abby decided to let all the kids sleep in the little cabins and the leaders would have to sleep outside. Because of Ellie having the Pick-Up they already loaded all their tents on it, wondering why there were two from Abby and Owen, thinking they’d sleep together anyways.

The Trip was nice though, Ellie liked driving and Dina liked being Ellies Dj even though Ellie didn’t approve to all the songs Dina was blasting on full volume.

After arriving Ellie looked unmotivated again. „First and last day are always the most stressful ones, so don’t give up today okay Ells?“ Closing the car door Dina tried to get Ellies confirmation. „Yeah sure“ she muffled and helped Dina with the tents and their backpacks.

Already settled in, they could hear the voices of kids and teens laughing in their little cabins. Searching for Abby and Owen they ran into you.

You just had moved to the place you were now also going to college to. Only about three months ago, but you didn’t recognize the two women approaching you. They don’t look 16 anymore that’s for sure, so they must be from college too, also taking the opportunity to get that money.

Of course you needed that money desperately, normal for a college student. Also, extra money didn’t hurt, and you needed to get away from.. well actually you wanted to get away from Abby, but you already applied to the job before knowing it was organized by Abby- and Owen, her boyfriend.. At least the two other girls are joining too, so you’re not alone with them.

„hey! you’re from college too?“ Dina came up to greet you with a welcoming quick hug, surprised you smiled lightly and nodded. „Uh, yeah I am“ you looked over to the other girl, hands in her pockets and not looking like she was going to great you like the other one. „I’m y/n“ you introduced yourself to the two. „Dina“ -she seemed like a person you’ll get along with, but the other one- „Ellie“ she said shortly, seemed not that pleased by the whole situation. Well, maybe she was just here for the money, and you’d understand that. For you, being outside was calming, and working or more like watching the kids a bit was totally fine with you. Growing up with siblings you knew how to handle annoying teens.

„Hey hey“ Owen stepped out of one of the cabins, Abby on his hand, she looked a bit annoyed but smiled when she saw the small group of yours. „Finally, all the kids are already unpacking their stuff and ready for some food“ she smiled and they stepped closer to greet everyone. „So for the basics: we have plans hung out in the kitchen on wich we are divded into wash off and cooking shifts.“ Abby walked to one of the cabins, the only one that was a bit bigger, everyone followed.

Stepping in she pointed to a list that was hung up against a board. „I think it’s okay that we do the dishes, the kids are here to relax. Owen and I are going to do most of the activities with them, but most of the kids are already to old for that and just want to be outside on the lake or on the fields. You guys just watch out that no ones going missing and when we need you, you’ll help us out.“

Her voice was calm and you couldn’t avoid feeling a big clump in your throat.

Just weeks ago she ended it with you, or kind of did. You apparently just were a little flink she had while being broken up with Owen. It still hurted though. She was the first woman you slept with, but even more- she was the one that gave you the security you were a lesbian. At the beginning she was there for you while being the new student, helping you out a lot with how everything worked you both couldn’t deny the tension that got in between you from the first day you’d met. At that point you didn’t knew about the breakup with Owen, you were fully convinced she was a lesbian anyways. You asked her out on sweet little coffee dates and she took you to her basketball practice ones in a while. It felt like you two had known each other for much longer than just a few months. You started to crush on her besides being sexually attracted to her. But it stayed at being fuck buddies, till you mentioned your feelings and she seemed to be on the same side. All fine, till one night- that stupid fucking frat party. You were waiting for her all night, after not showing up you asked around if anybody saw her. Some did, but they also lost sight of her. Already a bit drunk you made your way through the rooms till you accidentally walked in on two people, needing a sec to realize who was having sex right there.

That night didn’t end well. You were heartbroken (you knew it seemed a bit too fast but it still hurted- and it was the way she did not tell you about him- and didn’t tell you she was actually just getting her sexual frustration eased by sleeping with you) You felt used and had cut her off.

Now, you two had to get along somehow. And it was fine, it wasn’t that deep you tried to tell yourself. Move on, gosh you’re embarrassing yourself . You’d tell yourself.

Everyone seemed fine with the list, and you turned to Dina and Ellie. „So, let’s build up our tents?“ you wanted to get away from her. They agreed. You looked up to Abby while walking past her, she gave you a little smile. You noticed her apologizing look, it made you sick.

„Oh I forgot to tell you, Jesse‘s coming too“ Dina turned her head to Ellie while putting together the tent. „How did you forget that“ Ellie scrunched her eyebrows together. Sweet. You held on to the other side of the tent, not doing much because you didn’t knew anything ok how to put up those. „Well, Ells he’s not here so obviously I forgot him. He’s always late!“ she rolled her eyes. „Jesse‘s my Ex“ she turned around to tell you without being asked, but you were to shy to ask anyways, so you appreciated her leading the conversation. „So now we’re two“ you tried to smile. „Wait what? You were dating Jesse??“ You shaked your head hardly. „Noo I don’t even know him don’t worry“ before she could ask about Abby, you quickly finished building up the tent and changed the subject. When all tents were up, Jesse arrived. Extroverted like Dina he started blabbering all kinds of stuff on to you, knowing he just tried to made you feel less left out, you tried to stay as focused as possible and answered to all his questions.

„So now, who’s gonna sleep where?“

All of you stood infront of the three little tents. Abby and Owen were already in the kitchen, making some dough for bread on sticks, but it was obvious they’d sleep together. „I don’t care, you guys can decide“ You smiled and you noticed Ellie glancing over to you. She was really quite since they arrived but it was kind of.. pleasant.

„You wanna sleep with me?“ She said, and you shrugged. „Sure“ giving her a smile that she gave you back. Dina raised a brow, knowing Ellie, she took every opportunity to get girls actually in bed with her. Poor you Dina thought. But Dina was also more than fine with sharing a tent with Jesse. Yes, they broke up, but they still were like besties.

Following Ellie you climbed into your tent, finding yourself unexpectedly really close to her. Ellie noticed the rosy color on your cheeks. „So.. on wich side do you want to sleep?“ you asked, a bit uncomfortable. Before saying anything Ellie just stretched herself and layed down on her side. „is that fine?“ she reassured and you nodded. While humming you started to unpack your stuff. Ellie watched you while rolling herself another one up. You didn’t mind, and didn’t tell her to stop when she lightened it in your little tent, you just opened the entrance and layed down next to her.

„So how come I’ve never seen you at college?“ She looked to the side and held the joint infront of you, as you took it you thought about how you could answer it as short as possible.

„I just came here a few months ago, wasn’t really with anybody that’s probably why“ you shrugged „I like to be on my own“ you exhaled and gave it back to her. She grinned. „Well that’s definitely understandable, but what about frat parties? They can be fun too, never been to one?“ she layed her head on her arm that was behind her and watched the smoke fill the air.

„Well I was“ you caughed, you weren’t used to smoking weed, and the tent was full of smoke. Ellie laughed and opened the outer layer of the tent a bit wider. „Let’s go“ she tilted her head to the exit, noticing you’re not taking the full air that well and you climbed out of it. It already got dark and you decided to collect some wood for the campfire. You didn’t notice how a constant smile was on your lips, and how the stiffness from before started to loosen up. But Ellie noticed and enjoyed your quite being.

After being done collecting some sticks and branches, Ellie lit up the campfire and Jesse and Dina gathered the kids around it. Abby and Owen brought the food and the atmosphere started to get more calm and chatty. You enjoyed it more than you thought and then and there your eyes met with Ellies.

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I know that’s the second series I started, I think I’ll just write them both at the same time. I hope you like it, I already have the next parts planned x3

I’m also making a playlist inspired by the 80s but also the vibe for this series~

[fyodoro]

what if. kanade/rui x reader who is desperately begging them to take a damn break for once

-> 𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐞

They can’t help but keep pushing themselves, it’s in their nature. However, maybe this once they’ll take a break…

CW) overworking, mentions of poor eating habits, kanade’s bad habits

With Kanade Yoisaki & Rui Kamishiro

Rui Kamishiro

Rui is always on the move, whether it be performing, directing, education, he is always on the go. From an outside perspective it looks utterly exhausting. But Rui is used to this routine, it’s not exhausting to him at all. Although, it may be too much to take at once sometimes…

He won’t say it out loud, he’s too ashamed to admit it. But right now, Rui is exhausted. He’s been coming up with blueprints for hours on end right after school, only taking a “break” to meet up with his troupe at Phoenix Wonderland, coming back and working himself to the bone again. He’s drained and tired, and still refuses to take time for himself.

But as his partner, you knew what was going on. Even if he never said it, it was painfully obvious to you. The dark circles under his eyes getting darker, moving more sluggishly, always yawning… he needed a break. If he wasn’t gonna take one himself, then you were gonna make him.

The walk home from school was quiet, but not awkward. You were silently observing his face, even while he’s exhausted, he’s still the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen.

“Is this something the matter, (Name)?”

“No, nothing’s wrong! I’m just a bit worried. You look tired. Actually- you’ve looked exhausted all week, and you’ve been acting different so-“

He cut you off with a soft chuckle, “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing my love, I’m just surprised you noticed. But I’m fine.”

“Rui, you know you aren’t fine. And when we get to your place I’m not letting you sit at your work station. You’re going to relax today.”

Rui knows there’s no point in arguing with you, he always caves in the end because he can’t stand being against you. And besides, he knows he needs to rest as well. And the best way to relax is having you with him.

The moment he opened the door you threw your bag on the floor, flopping onto his bed. Rui followed suit, all the pent up tiredness crashing down on him the second he hit the bed. He felt his eyelids grow heavier and the world go a bit quieter around him, only focusing on your resting figure next to him.

“(Name).. come here, so tired..”

He can barley form a sentence, and you knew you finally got him to rest. You switched into a more comfortable position and laid closer besides him, wrapping his arms around you.

“See? Taking a break isn’t all that bad..”

Kanade Yoisaki

Kanade is known for her unhealthy work habits, or just her habits in general. Never going outside, living off cup noodles, always at her monitor screen. It’s worrying to anybody, especially you.

You’ve tried pulling her away from her screen for a moment so she could relax a bit, but she always goes back not even an hour later. Honami has tried helping on multiple occasions, but Kanade will always be Kanade.

You watched as Kanade played with different tunes and pitches, finding what was best for the new song she was composing. She looked tired and bored, going at this for hours now. You knew at this point she wanted a break, but wouldn’t give herself one.

An idea popped into your mind, surely it would work. You got up out of Kanade’s bed and made your way to the kitchen, telling your girlfriend you would be right back.

“Honami, can you help me make three cup noodles?”

“Of course I can, but why three? One for you and Kanade, but a third?”

“I wanna make her a bigger serving, you know she loves cup noodles, if we make two and put them together, it’d be a treat for her. And.. yeah, third is for me.”

Honami smiled and nodded, giving you a hand in preparing the noodles. She thought it was sweet of you to do something like this for Kanade, considering she barley leaves her room for anything and forgets to eat a lot.

Once the noodles were done you thanked Honami and went back to your girlfriend’s room, preparing yourself to get her off that monitor.

“Kanade, I brought you something.”

She looked up, her eyes lighting up when she saw the noodles in your hand, smiling slightly when she saw how much was in the cup.

“(Name), you didn’t have to..”

“I did. I need you to take a break, Kanade. You’ve barley eaten today and you need some rest. Can you do that, please?”

Usually, she would be stubborn, telling you to leave her noodles on the table and she’ll eat it in a minute. But this time, she actually got up. Taking the cup noodles from your hand and sitting on the floor where her table was, you followed suit.

“There’s so much.. and it’s good. Thank you, (Name)..”

“Anytime Kanade, I do love you after all. Just please, try taking these breaks more often. I’m worried for you.”

She smiled and leaned into your side, you couldn’t tell if she fell asleep or not. But if she did, you didn’t wanna wake her.

[captainnameless]

Charles has had the worst triple header I feel so bad for him :( Disqualified in COTA, booed in Mexico and a DNS in Brazil.

Poor boy just needs a hug and maybe one of Sebastian’s hoodies to wear. I feel like Lewis would get a call from a very distressed, tearful lil baby and be at his drivers room in 3 seconds flat, desperate to help him stop hurting.

Of course no pressure if you don’t feel like writing this. Also your minifics literally make my day <3

baby has just had a stinker of a season really, i saw a post where it explained all 17 races so far and i’m pretty sure Charles has had only 4 “clean” ones where nothing (bad) happened that was out of his control.

also i feel like shit so maybe writing baby charles feeling like shit will lessen my own achy chest.

Charles had dealt with it all so well, the heart break of another failure that wasn’t his, facing media and sports journalist and fans. They’d spoken briefly after Lewis had gotten out of the car, between his own interviews and Charles seemed okay; promised he was. Albeit tired.

When Charles’ name flashes onto his screen Lewis barely takes two seconds to answer, takes even less time to get up and out of his own hotel room when he hears how distressed Charles is.

Lewis sighs as he jogs through the halls of the hotel, trying to figure out where Charles’ room is, a small voice in the back of his mind telling him this is his fault. That he shouldn’t have let Charles leave alone but self reproach isn’t going to help the younger.

He still has Charles pressed to his ear on the phone, but they aren’t speaking, Charles is crying too much to be coherent anyway and Lewis’ heart sort of shatters when the sound of Charles’ cries is accompanied by a visual when he steps into Charles’ room.

“Oh, darling..” Lewis breathes, ending the call and locking the door behind him, kneeling down to join Charles on the floor and pull him into his lap.

Charles just sobs, embodying a wet noodle while Lewis manhandles him into his lap.

“You’re okay,” Lewis tries to soothe, holding Charles close. “You’re alright, breathe with me.”

Charles doesn’t seem interested in breathing, his eyes screwed shut while he hiccoughs into Lewis’ chest, hands clutching at the sweater Lewis is wearing.

Lewis frowns, he’s never seen Charles this upset and it’s a little unnerving. That same voice telling him he’s not good enough to be taking care of this. Lewis pushes it away.

“Charles, poppet.. Hey.” Lewis tries again, squeezing Charles tight and pressing their faces close together. “I’m right here, you’re safe, you’re okay. Breathe.”

Charles does lean into the touch, the grip of Lewis’ sweater loosening with every gasp-y breath he takes with Lewis, body slowly relaxing against Lewis’ chest, shaking stopping.

“Daddy!” Charles cries once he catches his breath, more tears leaking from his eyes.

“Shh.” Lewis soothes, brushing Charles’ tears away. “We’re gonna call Daddy in a second okay, see if he’s awake. Gotta calm down a little more for me okay?” Lewis hopes Sebastian is still awake, their time zone only 4 hours behind so he’s liking their odds.

There’s a soft whine that leaves Charles but no real protest as he stuffs two fingers into his mouth, trying to lessen his tears.

“Good boy,” Lewis whispers, still softly brushing the tears off of Charles’ cheeks and pressing soft kisses to his forehead until the tears have stopped leaking from his eyes.

Charles flushes under the praise, noticeable even with how red he already is from crying and buries his face into Lewis’ chest. “Daddy?” He asks again, this time muffled.

Lewis shifts to get his phone out, pressing the favorites tab before tapping Sebastian’s name. It goes to voicemail the first time and Lewis panics only a little but Sebastian answers on the second call.

Sebastian doesn’t even speak before his face contorts with hurt as their picture fills the screen, eyeing up a distraught Charles.

“Charlie, no, what’s wrong?” Sebastian asks, Lewis can tell he’s leaving whatever room he’s in, moving somewhere more quiet.

“Daddy.” Charles just says, voice miserable and mumbled around his fingers, still pressed against Lewis’ chest.

“Daddy’s here, on the phone. I’m sorry I can’t be with you, sweetheart.” Sebastian looks miserable saying, probably wishing for a teleportation device. “But you’ve got Uncle Lew, huh?”

Charles nods and Lewis holds Charles a little closer, pressing another kiss to his head. “I’m so glad you called.”

“You called?” Sebastian asks, full of praise. “Good job!”

They both know Charles has struggled asking for help with Sebastian off the grid, so Sebastian makes sure to praise him for it every time.

They sit and talk for a bit, up until Charles’ eyes start drooping, exhausted from the emotions and the tears.

“Bedtime,” Sebastian declares through the phone, and there’s an immediate pout on Charles’ lips. “Did you have a shower yet?”

A small smile plays on Lewis’ features, amused at the pout. He knows Charles hasn’t showered yet, still in his track clothes.

“Not yet,” the younger answers.

“So shower, then bed. You need the rest, sweetheart. We can call again tomorrow, I promise.” Sebastian says.

“No.” Charles whines, taking the phone out of Lewis’ hands to hold it closer.

“I’ll stay with you, huh?” Lewis adds, knowing he cannot replace Sebastian, but he knows Charles doesn’t not like the substitute.

“Sounds good,” Sebastian answers for him and so Charles nods. They end the call after an almost tearful goodbye that Lewis manages to control, helps Charles into the shower before rummaging through his suitcase to get him something comfortable.

All soft and warm out of the shower Charles basically falls asleep the second Lewis pulls him into his chest, blanket covering them both.

Lewis presses one less kiss to Charles’ damp hair before closing his own eyes.

[jenyifer]

Boston deserves to have his “friends” back (mostly about bostonray tho)

Now… I’m not going to pretend that Boston didn’t do anything wrong to his friends but what I want to talk about his how Boston is a good friend who does love his friends Ray, Mew, and Cheum despite the fact that he is leaving for New York possibly (something I don’t think his friends know about)

In the first episode you get the setup that the four friends are always together. Yes they are in this Hostel project but they get lunch together go out in the evenings. Happy together. We even get some photos in the opening montage that Boston has taken of of them at Cheum’s Noodle shop, at School, and at YOLO. Not including the photo that Boston and Mew have a copy of that Boston keeps next to his bed.

Boston also is the one who drives Ray home most of the time. When the series started out I thought maybe BostonRay was a thing because the two of them were so close. Watch their early scenes Boston is joking with Ray looking after him. Not perfectly because Boston is very self absorbed just like Ray. But I think it comes from Boston taking Ray home and probably giving in to Ray’s plea’s of “don’t leave me.” Boston has told Ray about his bedroom stories and probably Vice Versa. They are two lost boys cut from similar cloths. SandNick is the friendship we get to visibly see but I get the feeling BostonRay is the implied bestie duo. Boston has likely heard Ray lamenting about Mew time and time again. I think Boston was shipping RayMew together because he wanted their 4some friendship to last forever the idea of them being able to support eachother when Boston leaves probably was a comforting thought to Boston in a sick way. I think Boston would have been semi okay with SandRay. Boston does even hype ray up to sand before disaster saying “Do you like him? My buddy has the looks and the dough. His type is hard to come by. You know?” I’ve discussed this before but I think Boston is triggered by Sand not admitting that he likes Ray and Mew’s braggy phone call. Boston was trying to save Ray from heart break by throwing cold water on the situation. He does semi agree with Nick next time Boston takes Nick on a date that what he did to Ray was wrong which is a big step. When Ray tells Boston about him knowing about TopBoston Boston is genuinely hurt by this. He knows he is losing his best friends. Bostons consequences are coming home. We know how screwed he feels from his end credit scene

But Boston does go to Ray as soon as he finds out about Ray’s injury. We don’t know if Boston had tried to contact him before this but we do know Boston is disappointed to see Mew there rebounding with Ray. In spite of the audio coming from Ray and ruining Bostons relationship with Nick. Boston looks to Ray multiple times to see if he’s going to say anything but no. All of Bostons friends are really gone forever now.

(I’ll talk about Mew and Boston later I pinky promise swear) but Mew blackmails Boston into joining the group again and Boston just shuts up and takes it. He accepts his new role of a body for his friends to have about and judge. I really really want the 4 of them to have a relationship again. Yes yes what Boston did with Top is awful but what his friends have done to Boston is also pretty terrible. So I’m hoping they can reconcile because that is what Boston wants despite everything that has happened I think Nick is right. Boston misses his friends.

Boston did accept what they were telling him that he’s a bad guy not wanted but that’s not really what he wants. He desperately wants to be loved. To have his chosen family again and I hope he can get it with a lot of making up for his bad decisions

[friedesgreatscythe]

this paycheck's fun purchase was cup noodles perching figures of 2b and 9s, so they can be together and hold conference with my akechi and ren perchers. there's also some super pretty 9s figures coming out next year, which i'll keep an eye on. gotta have the boy close.

my pharmacy hours on wednesday count as overtime, so i'll be getting whatever increased pay pharmacy hours get on top of OT pay. it occurred to me that i could easily get myself a ps5 after setting aside another chunk of cash, and finally get to play alan wake 2 and demon's souls remake (and see how ff14 and bloodborne play on it).

my mom is retiring in february, and i want to have a comfy nest egg going as i work towards pharm tech experience for the better part of next year. which will be tough because i'll have to reduce my hours below 30 so i can keep my insurance, but hopefully by then we'll have more people working since another worker is leaving at the end of the year, and hopefully by then i'm working equal time in pharm and on the front store.

this is the most consistently and simply the most i've worked in my life without being full time--though i'm certainly coming to the brink of it--and it's been tough juggling funsies with worksies (not to mention how much i fucking hate sleeping/napping because that's a WASTE, and let's not get into my consistent ongoing disgust with my body and how desperately i want to hide or cut out chunks of my flesh). but, yknow. i couldn't have seen myself doing this a year ago, so i think i've made quite a bit of progress for my benefit.

[silly-sirenz]

Hiii! I'd like to request a Hazbin Hotel matchup please! :)

My name is Bonnie, and I go by any pronouns, although I mostly use she/her!

I am Aromantic and Asexual, although I still experience SOME romantic attraction 👍

(I am bisexual, with a male preference)

For my personality, I'd describe myself as a pretty awkward and insecure person, although also very nice and supportive! I rarely make friends but when I do, and when I get comfortable enough, I'd say I'm pretty funny and chill :)

I REALLY love all things horror related, even though some of it keeps me up at night. I enjoy drawing and listening to music/podcasts on my freetime, and my favorite food is noodles :D

Uuuh I hope that's all the information you needed, if not then feel free to just ignore this! :)

It was lovely to read your request 🖤

In terms of a matchup, I think I would pair you with...

🐍 SIR PENTIOUS 🐍

● Both awkward but well meaning, the two of you share an understanding of eachother that other sinners might not comprehend.

● An unspoken and unclassified bond forms between you both. Not quite friends; not quite lovers.

● Although the two of you become oddly domestic. It's quite comforting amongst all the chaos of hell.

● You cook meals together. You'll make noodles, and gradually introduce him to a little something called ✨️seasoning✨️. And he'll (attempt to) make dessert.

● It takes him a WHILE to get used to seasoning. He almost fainted the first time you mixed in a pinch of paprika to his soup. Lolol

● The Egg Bois are even more friendly than usual around you, constantly following you around and complimenting you, which makes Sir Pentious kind of jealous.

● He wishes he could compliment you away easily as they do, but he always gets tongue tied.

● You put on a podcast each evening whilst you relax, and he invents. You often debate the subject matter of said podcast strongly afterwards.

● Eventually, he agrees to watch a horror movie with you. He likes the idea of being the knight in shining armour when you get scared.

●Not that that happens though lolol

● In the end, he's the one clinging to you and desperately pleading with you to leave the lights on that night.

● It is a difficult adjustment when Sir Pentious "dies". However, for some reason, it boosts your faith in Charlie's idea, and you begin to strive further for redemption.

[blitzsicedcoffee]

Incorrect Quotes of my own relationship:

It's getting meta now bois. For context, I'm married and have been with this nonbinary man for 10 years.

Me: Hey did you sub to that creator I told you about

Partner: I don't sub

Me: oh sorry did you DOM to that creator I told you about?

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Partner: Aww my poor baby do you want me to rub your shoulders?

Me: yes 🥺

Partner: okay but I can only do it for like five minutes

Me: Why are we timing this?!

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Partner: *goes on and on and on about new A24 movie he just watched*

Me: 😊 <- trying desperately to pay attention

Partner: So do you want to watch it?!

Me: 😀 ya know, it sounds like something way too artsy for me.

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Partner: eeeeheeheheehehehehee

Me:....? I hear you on the toilet giggling like a little shit

Partner: *sound of pulling pants up and runs over*

Me: 🤨

Partner: *shows me ANOTHR Kamala coconut tree video*

Me: 😑

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Me: What ifffff we doordash tonight

Partner: We don't have the money honey

Me: heh, that rhymed

Partner: so what do you want here

Me: noodles

Partner:.....😮‍💨 Okay *opens door dash app cause he doesn't wanna make pasta*

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Me: *has flare of my disability that leaves me in a lot of pain* waaaahhhhh

Partner: my sweet boy my prince my baby :( *rubs my forehead* do you want comfort foods?

Me: yeah 😭

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Me: can you get me more water? *Hands water bottle*

Partner: what's the magic word 😏

Me: *groans and crosses arms* oh no my thirst! I shall die!

Partner: 😑

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*after dicking*

Me: jelly legs hehe

Partner: you need to go to the bathroom

Me: no I dont

Partner: but you NEED to

Me: ....nah

Partner: you're really gonna be stubborn about not getting a UTI!

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Me: what if, I quit my job and start a button business! With fandoms and LGBTQ merch! And you could make some of the designs.

Partner: I'd say with what time?

Me: fuck you got me there.

[annieontheside]

BUDDIE FICS RECS: ONE CHAPTER EDITION

hey, I'm back. i'm procrastinating the last part of my assignment so here are my recommendations for this weekend! hope you have a good time reading these:

Only Child of the Universe (Until I Found You). By: HMSLusitania. we all need Eddie with a cat. he’s SO a dad cat. we all can see it. this is perfect. it has a lot of fluff (not the cat, the fanfic), and buddie getting together. take it or leave it (take it, it’s the best decision you will take today). https://archiveofourown.org/works/33544489

This Earth is Burned But I’ll Sing Rain. By: HMSLusitania. oh boy. guess what. buck is injured (*people groan*). and eddie is sad and desperate because his boy is in a coma!! it’s 50% angst and 50% fluff. totally something to read while you wait for your taxi, or while you wait for the noodles to cook, or while you ignore all the college assignments you have to do! https://archiveofourown.org/works/39288816

Why can’t I Breathe whenever I think About You? By: HMSLusitania. God you have no idea how much I laughed while reading this. is short but it seriously will make your day. it’s just buck and eddie being the oblivious idiots they are. I love them so much. https://archiveofourown.org/works/39667098

Wait For It. By: oliviacirce. uhu. my god. basically: porn. but it’s more than that because we also have buddie realizing their feelings, which is always welcome if it comes with the hand of smut, orgasm denial and a lot of other things that buddie SHOULD look into but they refuse to because they’re idiots! anyway, enjoy it. https://archiveofourown.org/works/48469546

my evergreen. By: colonoscopys. oh my god another girl dad buddie! how did you get in here? ANYWAY in this one, we have domestic fluff (hell yeah), we have buddie pining AND realizing their feelings (slowly, reaaaaally slowly. so slow snails laugh in their faces. but its worthy). https://archiveofourown.org/works/38870445

keep my brittle heart warm (give me peace). By: extasiswings. girl dad buddie? anyone? does anyone want any girl dad buddie? awesome because this is IT. you’ll seriously die of cuteness with it. we have fluff, angst (a bit), eddie rethinking everything about being a dad and a son (because obviously). it’s a good read, actually. really nice. https://archiveofourown.org/works/32860312

No thing defines a man like love that makes him soft. By: justhockey. oh boy. chris will be the dead of buck and we all know it. just a bit of overhearing conversations and chris being three steps ahead of both buck and eddie. we all love buck and no one is allowed to not love him. https://archiveofourown.org/works/46444471

opened our eyes and it’s changing the view. By: markofalover. you know how i said chris is three steps ahead of buddie? yeah that also applies here. basically chris writes a poem for school and makes two grown ass men cry. and me, he made me cry. https://archiveofourown.org/works/37337218

I know you’re hurting (but so am I). By justhockey. I’m a WHORE for protective Eddie. And after reading this, so will you. A sneak peek:  “...But let me be very clear about this: if you ever lay a hand on him again, me and you are gonna have some problems, Chim.” https://archiveofourown.org/works/34457893

[the-hittite]

It's him.

The Scourge of Boston.

The Overboss of the Raiders.

The Scout from Team Fortress Two.

Gameplay notes under the cut.

Alternate start mod required if at all possible to avoid creating a nightmarish timeline in which Scout has procreated.

Strength 1. We live and die by Scouts tiny baby noodle arms. Once I got the Strength bobblehead I could start putting points into Big Leagues.

Perception can be anything. The only perk you really need is Rifleman and you can get the bobblehead basically immediately. You can maybe put points into it for things like Refractor but I never ended up doing that.

Endurance is tricky. To really drive home the fragile Scout theme you want low health, but Endurance also determines how long you can sprint. Personally I went for 7 END because lack of armor on a close range build was already a challenge and I desperately wanted Adamantium Skeleton and Rad Resistance.

Charisma 1. Self Explanatory.

Intelligence 1. Self Explanatory.

Agility 10. Self Explanatory and perks like Moving Target and Action Boy are must haves.

Luck at least 5 for Idiot Savant. You probably want it higher for Better Criticals and Critical Banker. They're incredible with a double barrel shotgun.

Clothing and hats/helmets can be worn as long as they fit the aesthetic or match an existing cosmetic (army helmet, scribe hat, etc.) Armor pieces can only be added if they apply the Sprinter's legendary effect. Damage resistance perks are acceptable since they function basically the same as MVM resistance upgrades.

Medical emergencies can be dealt with by paying a doctor or sleeping it off. In the heat of combat your only options are to either run off to find a first aid kit and immediately consume the entire contents whether you need all of them or not (preferably right before a burning Medic can get it) or by downing a Nuka Cola variant. Radiation and broken limbs are your worst enemy. It's probably a good idea to do Nuka World before the Glowing Sea since Nuka Grape is your only way to remove rads in the field.

Double Barrel Shotgun as a main. Deliverer as a secondary. Any bat as melee. For most of the game I had a pretty decent flow to combat where I'd charge up a crit with my pistol and run in close to delete things with my Force-a-Nature. Sawn Off barrel and Calibrated receiver quadruples your critical damage, and that's before perks. I literally one shot Swan just to see if I could. Deliverer ended up being my most used weapon because it's just plain good all around. The bats didn't get that much use until I finally put points into Blitz, then they got crazy fast.

With this stat spread you have access to absolutely no crafting perks, but you can still make basic upgrades or scavenge them off of other weapons. Staying in the Railroad's good graces lets you buy upgrades for Deliverer. There's a guaranteed bladed rocket bat in the Pack's area of Nuka World.

Stretch goals beyond just beating the game:

Leave Preston on read and peace out of Concord after grabbing the Perception bobblehead. Leave power armor, miniguns and settlement building to Heavy and Engineer.

Use the "sarcastic" option at every opportunity. If people don't regret initiating conversation with you, you're playing Scout wrong.

Collect every unique bat.

Complete all baseball related quests.

Capture the control point in Diamond City for the BLU team.

Buy the Home Plate.

Complete all of Nuka World and become Lord Bonk of Soda Mountain.

Institute ending just because I hate them and I can't think of a worse fate than giving Scout complete control.

[defcravings]

idol secrets  jb Got7 - Part III

w/c : 4.1k

pairing : jb x reader 

genre : fluff, suggestive 

synopsis : life has to go back to normal for y/n, breakup or not. when jb sees y/n getting attention from another male idol it touches a nerve. he's desperate to talk to her, will she listen or has he ruined it for good?

the next few days were insufferable. the demand to go back to normal life while your world is in a state of limbo is something you couldn’t fathom. you hadn’t heard from jb in days but the life of an idol waits for no one. you had rehearsals all morning, meetings in the afternoon, evening rehearsals. recordings the next day, guest appearances on radio shows to talk about your recent win. all of which had to be done with a smile. and for the first time in a long time, you had no reason to smile. how could you? initially all you were doing was checking your phone, his activity on instagram, the boys instagrams. radio silence. nothing. like he’d just disappeared from social media. leaving you to make your own scenarios with no confirmation. was he doing the same? checking your instagram 40 times a day, reading old texts? probably not. 

day 5 and no message from jb. the compulsive need to check your phone was lessening, possibly from the new album you were recording being all consuming, or maybe you had just got tired of the disappointment. the girls tried to keep you distracted partly because the job demanded it but mostly because they hated seeing you like this. they’d show you funny tiktoks, tweets from Roses, anything to make you smile. you didn't want to let them down, it wasn’t their fault that your love life was turning to shit before your very eyes. they worked so hard to make this dream come true, they deserve this success more than anyone. so you'd put on a face for them. for as long as you had to. 

‘what’s the schedule for tomorrow?’ Ara said as she wiped off her makeup. the dorm was the only safe haven, the walls of the room harboured all of the groups secrets. you'd all talk about your families, your dreams, crushes, fears. you trusted the girls with your life and visa versa. ‘we have rehearsals tomorrow at 8am, then meeting with wardrobe for our dance practice video, then Weekly Idol dance battle again’ fuck. ‘I thought we weren’t going to that?’ Mina questioned. my thoughts exactly! ‘they changed the time so we could record for album, our manager sent the email about it last week..’ Ara replied, looking between you and Mina. ‘and that ladies and gentlemen, is why I should be checking my phone..’ you thought. you stayed staring at your hands nervously gripping each other. ‘you’re going to have to face him at some point y/n’ Ara said looking at you, her eyes soft and worried. you nodded sheepishly, knowing it was true. ‘we will all be there.. we have your back’ Mina said rubbing her hand on your back. ‘just pretend he's not there, he doesn’t deserve your attention after he did that’ she continued. you wanted to agree, he didn’t deserve your attention.. but all you wanted was for him to give you his attention. ‘we’d never leave you to eat noodles on your own..’ Ara said placing her hand on your knee, causing everyone to laugh. you knew this would be so much harder if you didn't have your friends with you. 

the hours between going to sleep and waking up are never long enough but when you have a day like this today, it really didn’t feel long enough. you did what you had to do, you practiced the routines for your new album, you went to the wardrobe fitting. granted that was always your favourite thing to do even when you didn’t feel up to it. they'd picked out some outfits for your dance practice filming as well as something for Weekly Idol consisting of baggy jeans, strapless black top and arm warmers. very you. there was a bustle in the dressing room from the members and staff, all excited to see you all in your outfits. you fished your phone out of your bag while everyone was still getting ready, you opened Instagram to see Jackson had uploaded a story. you hesitantly pressed to view it, as expected it was a video of bambam dancing- you smiled, you missed hanging out with them. your eyes narrowed, in the back you could see him. it was jb standing with a girl. could be completely innocent you thought. but the big smile plastered on his face said otherwise. you didn’t recognise her, she didn’t look like staff, or from a group that was on the show.. your mind was running wild. was this the real reason he broke it off? or is she giving him the free relationship he wanted? the one you couldn’t? 6 months for what? your mood switched, the feeling of dread turned to drive. you were going to weekly idol, and you were going to show him that you didn’t care. he didn’t care to message you, you didn’t care to be in the same room as him. no more crying over this man. 

you all arrived on set, a lot of the groups were already there. as per contracts you weren’t allowed to mingle with other groups prior to filming so you were lead to your designated green room. the girls had all seen the instagram story and had the same reaction; who was she? what’s going on? all of which you'd already tried to answer yourself but couldn’t. ‘girls whatever we think, we act professional. agreed?’ Mina said casting a stern look between all of us. ‘is a slap professional?’ Ara laughed. ‘no I agree, I don’t care what he's doing. we do this for Roses. yes?’ you chime in, almost believing your own words. before anyone could say another word a man clutching a clip board in one hand a coffee in the other entered the room. ‘right ladies we are ready for you’ he said using his clipboard to motion us out the room. with one last look in the mirror we all headed out in single file in true ‘one of us has been betrayed fashion.’

as we enter the main studio you see that most of the other groups have already been brought through and were waiting. the desperation to look round the room and find him was overwhelming, but you kept your eye line straight ahead, following the lead. you all took your seats, you sat on the end. the chatter in the room made it much more bearable this time. everyone seems a lot less nervous. you feel a gentle tap on the shoulder, you look over to see Hyunjin of Stay Kids smiling back at you. it catches the rest of Ro5es attention along with Stray Kids and you greet each other with a smile and bow amongst some low chatter and pleasantries. ‘we wanted to catch you all after the MNET awards, you were amazing’ Bangchan says on the behalf of the group. ‘oh thank you, it was a crazy night, we crashed straight away’ Ara laughed, the rest of us just nodding along. your eyes revert back to Hyunjin who's eyes hadn’t left yours. immediately looking back to bangchan who was still making conversation with the rest of the girls ‘wait you’re still living in the dorm?’ Felix interrupts. no idea how this came up? ‘yeah but we are looking for apartments but no luck so far’ Mina continues. ‘well hyunjin is wanting to move out of his, you should check it out, its not far from YG’ Bangchan says motioning to Hyuinjin to looked like he had only just tuned into the conversation. ‘right, yeah I am. come by anytime’ he said sharing his gaze between the girls until he stops on you. this look lasted not long, but enough time for you to notice in you peripheral a figure looking over at you. your eyes re focus on the figure. jb. how long had he been looking at you? when did he even get here? was he there the whole time? his face looked serious, more serious than you'd ever seen. even when he was breaking up with you. and that's saying something..

your thoughts were interrupted by the host clapping to get everyones attention. the once chattering voices turned into a low lull and then silence, all focus being pulled to the same point. the introductions and plan for the show might as well have not been said, you couldn’t focus.. you hadn’t seen jb in a week, hadn’t heard from him since you broke up. could you even say you broke up, were you ever together really? ‘not now’ you thought to yourself. snapping back your focus as the hosts do their introductions to the cameras and one by one the groups around us do their signature intros garnering a clap from the spectators and groups alike. working their way round the room until it was our turn, you stand up in unison and smile and wave at the camera tunefully saying our intro. you sheepishly take your seat and cast a low look over to where the tension resides. over to jb, who's eyes were sharp and serious. even when doing the got7 intro, his demeanour never changed. you wanted the ground to swallow you whole, this was painful. was he going to look furious the whole time? at what? ‘I should be the angry one’ you thought to yourself. 

the games commenced, one by one a song by another group present started playing- a member from each of the remaining groups scrambling to the centre of the room to complete the dance (hysterically) to gain points. The room would erupt into laughter every time, especially when the boy groups would put on their best performance of the girls’ songs. no matter how funny you thought it was, you couldn't help but cast a look over to jb every now and again, never meeting his eye line. he was avoiding you. obviously too. which was only frustrating you more and more. 

‘okay! good job everyone, I don't think we’ve ever had a group execute ‘POP’ quite like that, well done Felix’ the host laughed, being echoed by the rest of Stray Kids. ‘RO5ES, you guys are working on your first album, can you show us anything you've been working on?’ the host queried, looking between you all as you smiled. ‘we’ve just recorded our dance practice for one of our songs, we’d love to show you that!’ Ara beamed, clasping her hands together. ‘OH!! yes yes yes, come on!’ the other host corralled. one by one you all began to stand up and take your formations, this was the first time you'd performed it in front of anyone who wasn’t staff or you manager. and in front of other professionals seemed like the worst possible audience to perform in front of. while you desperately tried to rationalise your thoughts the music began to play, the intro slowly building up until it was time. the energy of the song was stronger than your debut single, it made you all feel powerful. Mina started off the song, her vocals crisp and clean coupled with her hard hitting dancing. the song felt like mere seconds before it was your turn to begin the chorus. you hitched your breath, a million thoughts running through your mind all in a second. ‘is he watching? what's he thinking? why wouldn't he look at me?’ but there was no time to conclude an answer, you began to sing the chorus as the girls gathered round you in formation waiting for the dance break. if you were going to perform any song today, thank god it was this one. you needed some strength here. 

a roar of applause and cheers from the surrounding groups filled the room as you finished in your positions. you made your looks at the camera before returning to your clear exhaustion. you all thanked everyone and took your seats. ‘wow wow! amazing!’ one host said, his mouth agape. ‘yes amazing, what did you all think?’ he said turning our attention to the groups behind us. ‘I mean it was incredible, you all work so well together!’ Bangchan began, followed by Felix ‘we loved it, couldn't stop watching’ he said nudging Hyunjin who looked like someone had just been brought back from the dead before his very eyes. snapping back to, he laughed ‘yes very good’ causing the room to erupt with laughing at his bland statement contradicting the look on his face seconds ago. ‘got7 you've been doing this for a long time, have you ever seen a performance like that?’ the second host questioned. they all looked at each other for a second, deciding who was going to speak. finally after what felt like hours of deliberation, Jackson spoke up. ‘yeah we loved it, especially this bit’ he said as he leapt out his chair and threw his arm over jb’s shoulder and rolled his body down to his feet causing a loud laugh from the rest of the boys. but all you could look at was jb, his face cold looking and sharp. his eyes move over to you, your body goes cold. how does he have that effect with only his eyes. Jackson returns to his seat as the room mellows down again. you're still looking at him, his gaze has returned to the camera then down at his feet. you can't work out what he's thinking, he doesn’t give much away as it is.. but now you really have no idea. 

‘AND CUT! okay thank you everyone, good job today!’ he director shouts. you look back at the girls, they’re already looking at you. ‘ignore him, what's his problem?’ Ara retorts. she's mad. as are you. ‘yeah ignore him. but should we take a look at Hyunjin’s apartment? please! I can't live in that tiny dorm any longer. my clothes need their own room!’ Mina pleaded, pulling you all over to where Stray Kids are still sat. the boys attention turns to you all awkwardly stood in front of them. ‘um, would you mind us looking at your apartment?’ Mina begins. hyunjin looks like his desperately trying to find his words. ‘um yeah! yeah let me get your numbers and we can sort something out!’ he said pulling his phone out his back pocked. you all do the same, opening up your contacts and typing in his number. before you could type his number in he pulls your phone out your hand and into his. you look behind you, the girls are all facing away whispering about their schedule and when this is going to happen. the same with the boys, no one seems to be watching. he finishes typing and swings the phone back to face you, looking down at you with a low stare. your eyes dart between his left and right, trying to never let them settle. ‘I'll text you’ he said releasing the phone back into your hand. ‘yeah okay just let us know..’ you said nervously. ‘no. ill text you.’ he said, emphasising the you. oh. you take a step back, garnering the girls attention. ‘thank you, see you later’ Mina said, initiating a bow from us and them. hyunjin didn't bow, his eyes were locked on yours. 

as you turn around you begin to relax. shit that was tense. the girls are walking ahead of you, clearly excited that they firstly; might have found an apartment. secondly; that they just got hyunjin from Stray Kids number. they're excitement turning them into little school girls. you looked down at your phone as you followed them a few steps behind. your contacts were already open. the forefront page ‘hyunjin x’ so that's what he was doing.. before you could even lock your phone you we spun in the opposite direction and pushed into a closing door. your eyes not knowing where you were, desperately trying to relocate. the grip on your arm loosened allowing you to relax a little, you lifted your head up to see a very stern jb looking back at you. your heart sank, he was  so close. immediately you were taken back to that day at the restaurant. you hadn’t seen that look anywhere else. and with that look came upset and heartache. what did he want? 

‘you enjoying yourself?’ he questioned, his eyes so intimidating it would make a grown man question himself. his tone didn’t have the same positivity as the words he was saying.. it was a loaded question. ‘what do you mean?’ you replied, very quietly. like that fear had made that the loudest you could speak. his gaze narrowed, like he was shocked at what you said. you braced yourself, not knowing what he was going to say or do. ‘we broke up a week ago and you're getting someone else’s number in front of me. do you think that's funny?’ he said, his voice getting slightly louder. you furrowed your brow in confusion, you knew that wasn’t what was happening, so how could he think that? ‘we are going to view his apartment! he's moving. jb are you serious?!’ you reply, getting equally as frustrated. ‘you think im stupid? he was staring at you all day, you think he wants you to come and view his apartment? are you that stupid?’ he retorted. that hurt.. he’d never insulted you before. your anger disbursed into hurt, plastering a look of disappointment onto your face. ‘thanks jb. are you done now?’ you said mustering up everything inside of you to stay calm. he took a step back running his hands through his hair before placing his hands in his pockets. ‘what are you doing..?’ he questions, his tone calmer. ‘im working jb, im trying to work without this being a problem but you're making it really fucking hard when youre staring at me all the time, dragging me into room to shout at me for stuff I haven’t even done!’ you say starting to get angry again. ‘y/n you're acting like this has been easy for me. I hate seeing you. I hate seeing you and knowing that even afterwards I can't see you’ he says, eyes starting to get tearful. ‘you ended it with me! what do you expect me to do! Im not begging for you back when you ended it!’ you begin to raise your voice. jb’s attention turns to the door.. footsteps. ‘shit’ he whispers. you hear them too. they're getting closer. 

jb strides towards you, grabbing your arm with one hand and clasping his other over your mouth as he drags your over to the other side of the room. quickly pulling open a cupboard door and backing your stunned body into it and closing it behind you. your once illuminated faces now engulfed in darkness, only the light of the room coming through the crack in the door. he's looking through the gap, eyes intensely locked on what's going on outside. you should have been scared. you too should have been looking out there. but your eyes were locked on the silhouette of his face, the tip of his nose gaining most of the light, just enough hitting the colour of his eyes and the outline of his lips. his breathing didn’t seem phased, meanwhile yours felt low and laboured. granted his hand was still over your mouth but the fact that you were now in a very tightly confined space with jb was probably the main factor. the footsteps had reached a stop. his eyes flicked back to you, like he was trying to figure out if you were thinking the same thing as him. if it was ‘oh fuck’ then yes, yes you were. the handle of the office door began to turn downwards followed by the door opening fully. once again... oh fuck. ‘did I leave the lights on?’ you heard a familiar voice say. it was the director from earlier. without a second thought he flicked them off and closed the door. earning a sigh of relief from both you and jb. he released his hand from your mouth and let in trail down your shoulder a touch. you couldn’t tell if that was intentional or if the lack of space was just really doing you a favour. 

the silence continued. this time in complete darkness. ‘so.. should we get out?’ you whisper. you can feel him in front of you, his tall frame over you making your knees feel like they could buckle at any given moment. ‘we could.. or’ he finally said, trailing of his words as you felt the air between you two close. his hands once again returning to your face, cupping it delicately. his lips met yours as you both took and euphoric breath in. your arms trail up his front to reach his neck and clasp them behind his head. your bodies and mouths so in sync with each other moving in perfect time. letting him take the lead was usually how it went, but this kiss felt different. it was still filled with anger and betrayal. progressively getting more and more heated, within an instant he lifted you up; wrapping your legs around him, gripping onto the door for stability. he had one hand wrapped around your waist and the other under your legs. dangerous territory. how did you go from arguing to this? and if every argument was going to end like this, you'd never say sorry. the fury and passion of the kiss turned to a tender more meaningful moment. slow and careful. he began to lower you down, finding your feet on the ground again, adjusting your connection to the new height. gently he pulls away, you didn’t want it to be over. if it was over there was a risk of going back to how this were. him ignoring you. you being broken and putting on a face. ‘that was close..’ he uttered between breaths. you'd forgotten that someone almost found you two. you wondered if he was referring to that or if something else was too close. because if so.. you felt the same. ‘oh yeah.. too close’ you said, delicately adjusting your top. ‘that too..’ he whispered, laughing slightly. great minds think alike. 

you chucked back, knowing full well what he was thinking about. silence fell on your little cupboard of safety. seconds felt like an age. you slowly pushed the cupboard door open, letting in what little light was in the room into the small space. you stepped out into the cooler air- it had got hot in there. you sat down on one of the tables that centred the room. jb limply took his seat on the table opposite. you just stared at each other, like you'd already exchanged all your words. ‘I should get back; the girls will be wondering where I've got to’ you said in a whisper, as though you were still in the cupboard. ‘I told the boys to keep them busy..’ he said with an obnoxious smirk on his face. he knows all too well what he's doing. 

‘so.. will you see me tomorrow?’ he continued, like he was dying to ask this question all along. you hesitated for a moment. ‘to talk about what?’ you questioned, softly. ‘I don't care if its a secret or public, I can't be without you..’ he says looking long into your eyes. earning a small smile from you, reflecting on his face. you push yourself off the table and lazily walk over to him, arms swinging down by your sides; playfully avoiding eye contact. you stop a few feet away from him, teasing the distance. he lets out a humorous puff of air from his nose, looking at you like you're taunting him. he reaches out and grabs your waist with both of his hands and pulls you into the space between his legs quicker than you can even think. the space between you is resemblant of the cupboard, even in this big space you feel the air is tight. ‘don't mess with me’ he said, low and sultry. ‘id never’ you respond, closing the distance between your lips for a few seconds. never touching. a his eyes begin to close, preparing to ease himself into the kiss; you quickly pull out his light grip of your hips and open the door; closing it behind you. jb opens his eyes quickly, seeing you on the other side of the door. his arms still stuck in the position he was holding you in but now a funny betrayed look plastered on his face. you'd never felt so smug, leaving him sat there. you raise your hand and give him a little wave before turning heels and walking back to the dressing room.

you’ll see him tomorrow. 

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im back! sorry its been so long, life has been so busy this year. wasn’t really in the headspace to write for a long time, but I really enjoyed writing this. hope you all enjoyed too!

lmk if there's anything else you'd like me to write in-between parts <3

love u x

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What does a little lando tantrum consist of 🥺

all you people want lately is for my poor baby to have a tantrum 🥲 perhaps it’s his luck this season and the therefore expected ones but maybe we should give the baby a break, give him a cuddle and a flurry.

but fine, still i shall feed the masses:

“No!” It’s all Lando’s vocabulary seems to consist of right now, all other English apparently lost.

“Lando-.”

“NO.”

Daniel sighs, still stood at the passenger side of the car, door open, Lando still inside with his seatbelt fastened. He’s grateful for the property he rented, private enough for this kind of meltdown to not attract any unwanted attention.

Daniel crouches down, trying to catch Lando’s eyes.

“Sweet boy-.”

“No!”

Daniel’s cut off basically before the sentence starts but he does meet Lando’s eyes. There’s an angry frown etched into his features, his eyes are shiny; tears just barely keeping from spilling over.

“You’re not a sweet boy?”

“No.” Lando shakes his head angrily.

“With a face so sour I’d almost believe you.” Daniel replies. “But I know better.”

Lando doesn’t reply, kicks one of his feet against the dashboard instead.

“Hey.” Daniel replies, reaching out to still Lando’s leg. “Don’t do that.”

Defiantly, Lando kicks it again and Daniel reacts immediately; hooks a finger under Lando’s chin and forces it up, giving him an unimpressed look. “Quit that.” He warns.

Surprisingly Lando does quit, an impressive pout appearing as a tear leaks out.

“We’re going inside.” Daniel announces then, sort of desperate to scoop the boy up and settle him down.

“No, no no!” Still Lando’s vocabulary hasn’t improved beyond the word but Daniel ignores him, unfastens the seatbelt too quick for Lando to react and hoists him out of the car and over his shoulder before Lando can go all floppy spaghetti noodle. It’s not his first rodeo.

He should’ve seen this coming really, they only had one day together this trip because Daniel had been so busy at Red Bull and with the press. He feels guilty not creating a bit more time, knows how much Lando misses him and how much he misses him too. There’s been too many tearful calls to count.

Lando actually screeches all the way to the front door and he’s once again grateful for the private property and the fence around the house.

He puts Lando down in the entrance, scared he’s gonna drop him with how much Lando was fighting him and unsurprisingly Lando flops around like a fish out of water.

Daniel sits too, back against the wall before reaching out and pulling Lando closer by a flailing leg and hoisting him back into his lap now that he can’t drop him anymore.

Lando’s crying so much he’s struggling to breathe and Daniel wraps him up so tight there’s no wriggle room left from him to struggle. Lando sags against Daniel’s chest once he realizes he’s not gonna win the battle, relaxes more when Daniel starts pressing fingers into the back of his neck.

“Shh.” Daniel soothes, pressing his lips into Lando’s curls. “I got you, you’re okay.”

Lando cries for a bit, still stuck on his ���no’s” until there’s a second word added.

“No go!”

Daniel’s heart shatters almost immediately and he holds Lando impossibly tighter. “I’m not gone yet, Muffin.”

Lando struggles to push himself out of Daniel’s chest, pointing an accusatory finger at the elder. His face is one big wet red splotch.

“Soon!” He cries. “No go soon.”

Daniel isn’t sure what to respond, because he is. He’s going soon, he’s gonna leave Lando and he’s the reason he’s so upset. It doesn’t feel good.

“I’m sorry.” He just breathes, bringing Lando back into his chest, the younger goes willingly.

“I’m sorry.” Because he is. “We’ll be okay.” Because they’ll have to be.