#people with boba experience fill us in! what are we missing out on

[simplydnp]

I’ve never had boba before, is it good?

anon i need to tell you that i thought this said 'ive never had boobs before, is it good?'

re: boba, i've never had it either! stereotypical white person response, for sure, but i also don't like tea in general so there's that too. i've heard good things--milk tea is supposedly very good! but i can't speak on personal experience. i do think i'd be like phil in that i would not enjoy the surprise factor of the tapioca balls.

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Chapter summary: Valree reveals that Seneca's old master, Rebekath, survived Order 66 and is now a performer targeted by Boba Fett and Tarkin. Jetto Fett, seeking revenge on Boba, joins the mission. Jazzori brings twin Dowutins to help.

Warning: none

Word count: 1056

Rating: 18+

Extra: alternate universe story

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Chapter 4

"I don't know what you're talking about," Seneca said, trying to keep her emotions in check.

"Relax, I'm friends with her," Valree said with a smirk. "She and I met during a performance where I had to help with extra security.

"Performance?" Jazzori asked.

Valree glanced at the two, realizing they were unaware. "You didn't know, did you?" Seneca looked at Valree impatiently. "Seneca, Rebekath survived Order 66."

Seneca's eyes widened. "What?!"

"She survived and joined a performing artist act. That's why we're here," Valree explained.

"Senator, I think we need to excuse ourselves," Jazzori said as she guided Bail Organa to another area of the palace.

"Explain everything," Seneca demanded.

"We believe she is in danger," interjected Jetto Fett.

"Danger? She's a Jedi, she's already in danger," Seneca replied.

"Yes, you're right. I was on a job when Jetto and I were after the same target, Boba Fett. We found his list... a list of people wanted, captured dead or alive. Beka is on the list," Valree said, projecting an image of Beka on the holoprojector.

"That's just one of the Ribbon Singers. Beka went missing three years ago."

"They're the same person. She decided to stay hidden to evade the Empire. Unfortunately, being a good performer draws attention. You see who hired Boba Fett... someone named Tarkin."

"Tarkin, as in Wilhuff Tarkin?" Seneca asked with concern.

"Beka is a dear friend to me. Not to mention, if the Empire gets to her, who knows what they'll do."

"But how did they know she's a Jedi if she's been disguised as a lowly performer?"

"'Lowly' is not a word I would use. She is very famous. But I have a hunch her little traveling buddies sold her out. Beka talked highly of you, and the rumors were true that you were still alive. I knew I had to find you," Valree said. "Boba Fett won't go after a Jedi alone."

"But how did you find me?"

"Rumors circulate about how one of the best Jedi pilots goes missing, but suddenly a captain who's winning every charity event pops up out of nowhere. It doesn't take a scientist to see the connection."

"Then why is he here?" Seneca pointed to Jetto.

Jetto's voice was tinged with a hint of bitterness as he spoke. His eyes, normally sharp and focused, softened with memories clouded by regret. "Boba Fett," he repeated, as if testing the weight of the name on his tongue. "He's not just a bounty hunter to me. He's the reason I'm like this." Jetto gestured to his whole body, "I'm a broken experiment, instead of learning how to fix me, he left me to die. I've been tracking him, waiting for the perfect moment to settle the score," Jetto continued, his voice low and filled with determination. "But now, our paths have crossed again, and this time, I won't let him slip through my fingers." There was a steely resolve in Jetto's tone, of determination.

Seneca and Valree exchanged a knowing glance, recognizing the pain behind Jetto's words. It was clear that there was a history between them, one marked by betrayal and revenge.

As they prepared to embark on their mission to find Beka, it was evident that Jetto's personal vendetta against Boba Fett would add another layer of tension to their already perilous journey.

Valree glanced at Seneca, her expression thoughtful. "Finding Beka won't be easy," she admitted, her voice tinged with concern. "But we have a starting point." She activated a holographic display, showing a map of the Pabu system. "Beka's tour dates and locations are posted on the holonews. Her next scheduled stop is on Pabu."

Seneca studied the holographic display, her mind already racing with plans and possibilities. "If we can intercept her there, we might have a chance to get ahead of Tarkin hunting her," suggested, her voice firm with determination. Seneca nodded; her mind already focused on the task ahead. "Let's not waste any time," she said, her voice firm with resolve. "I need to help my old master."

As the three headed towards the ship, Jazzori trailed behind them and called out, "Seneca?"

"Jazzori," Seneca responded, her tone serious, "I have a personal matter to attend to."

"I know," Jazzori explained, her voice resolute. "I'm coming along and bringing help." Behind her stood two Dowutins. The Dowutins towered over her, their massive frames adorned with thick, tan leathery skin. Despite their imposing stature, their faces exuded a surprising warmth, softened by gentle eyes. Both remained clean-shaven, their identical features made them nearly indistinguishable. One brother wore a long, robe-like jacket, while the other went without, allowing people to distinguish between them. Despite their differing attire, their identical features made them unmistakably twins.

Valree started to inquire, "Who—"

"Friends who owe me," Jazzori cut her off, "Gruno and Gruna Thif, twins." She paused briefly before continuing, "Now, where are we going?"

"Pabu system," Seneca reiterated, her tone unwavering despite the added company.

As they boarded the ship, Seneca took a moment to glance around at her companions. She saw determination etched on their faces, a shared resolve to rescue her old friend and ally.

With a nod of assurance, Seneca led the way onto the ship, her steps purposeful as they embarked on their journey.

As they gathered at the entrance ramp of the ship, each member of the group brought their own sense of purpose and determination. Seneca led the way, her strides confident and resolute, followed closely by Valree, whose eyes flickered with a mix of concern and determination. Jazzori trailed behind, flanked by the towering figures of Gruno and Gruna Thif, their imposing presence a silent reminder of the allies they had at their disposal. Jetto Fett brought up the rear, his posture tense with anticipation as he prepared for the journey ahead. Together, they boarded the ship, the hum of its engines a comforting reminder of the unity and strength they found in each other.

Jazzori's gaze lingered on Jetto, curiosity evident in her expression. "And who is he?" she asked, her tone probing.

Seneca met Jazzori's gaze, her expression unreadable for a moment before she replied, "I'll explain on the way." With that, she gestured for everyone to take their seats, signaling the beginning of their journey to the Pabu system.

[electrosawggyma]

I cried for several hours yesterday, I'll cry for twice as many today I forgot to record a video of the experience that was using Lovestruck, what it was like to go in and see the new updates, to use your tickets and hearts, to see what your favorite routes were and reread them. What was Lovestruck in general.

I will not delete the application from my tablet, it brings me pain that its services do not advance, but I cannot. I will never try to do it. I'll probably be sad for a few weeks, then nostalgic, but the real shit is not being able to see an app and fandom grow that had incredible potential. I imagine the good memes and writers that time would generate! The people who would cosplay the characters, beautiful fanfics. It would help a lot of people as it once did. To feel company, to feel fill that incomplete feeling that you couldn't find anywhere else, or with anyone else. It would help queer little ones to be more open about their sexual orientation, wow, I don't doubt it might encourage some of them to come out to their parents or siblings! It would have been amazing if eventually the app became world famous and we got what we were so close to getting! Maybe they'd probably made a route for those characters we asked for and they had them on the "list for". It actually helped me see my preferences! Now I know what I like goofys, lol New routes, new characters, new feelings. We couldn't get it, but I'm thankful for what it was. If I hadn't known about this app, I really don't know where my mental health and open mind would be right now. It's what made me want to come back from work and school so I could read the new updates or read the routes that I left pending. I won't be able to fill that void. So many dead stories, so many good characters in the past, so much to come that never came. All that no longer exists, and I already miss it with my being. Now, I'm so sorry to all those wonderful writers, artists and designers who are now suffering from an incredible heartbreak. The time of their lives spent writing, drawing, designing (I don't know if the soundracks are taken from somewhere or original to the game, but if so, the musicians are included here) for us, for Lovestruck. It must feel like hell watching all of that die and just being able to say goodbye. Some will feel guilty and shouldn't.

Now I go out on the streets and see people walking, being happy, probably without knowing the app and I wonder if that would be me if I hadn't accidentally fallen in this?What will happen to people who accidentally see these posts or fall on Lovestruck's social networks? Sorry, in advance.

I can see myself in my 30s, in my 40s, in all the years to come, decades of my life remembering this app every time someone mentions "Lovestruck" and not being able to talk about it so as not to dig them into something beautiful that no longer exists. Better to prefer get them out of that infernal doubt.

I always wanted to have someone to talk about Lovestruck, to get excited about the new updates together, to be reading the routes with a bowl of popcorn and boba tea and laugh at the nonsense, cry at the moments of anguish, get angry to see that the villain beats our LI or who kidnaps our MC, jump and squeal with joy for the happy ending where they love each other. I couldn't have it because I'm still afraid to come out of the closet, and I regret it. Maybe if I had told someone at my school I would have been able to vent to them in person. It hurts a lot not being able to express yourself openly about it with an audience that I wish it had. I don't want to have to live an anniversary of this, I don't want time to pass, I want this to come back and it won't be able to.

Remind you that if you have a lot of emotions from this, they are totally valid and you are totally welcome to seek help from this. Don't be ashamed about it.

I will look forward to my vacation for a while. I want to lie in bed and feel dead for a few days.

Goodbye Lovestruck.

[savnofilter]

Another Year Together

Todoroki x 『GN』Reader

↬ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(s): intoxication, mentions of partying too hard, injuries and cleaning said injuries, crack (?), fluff.

↬ᴡᴄ: 2.5k [10 mins].

↬ᴀ/ɴ: ahhhh i was bummed that i dont have any sfw shouto reqs *cough cough* send some- *cough cough* anyways so i made up a scenario of my own! i have more fluff ideas i'd love to put out but this may be the birthday fic or i'll post something else tonight if i can~ every time there needs to be a party, just know either mina or kaminari threw it. also its a little rushed because i wanted to get this out tonight and this is the longest sfw piece ive ever written. ;; pffft hopefully you all will love this as much as i loved writing it, happy birthday shouto!

"Stay still." Shouto muttered to you as you squirmed away from the harsh sting the disinfectant alcohol caused your bruised skin.

"Mmmnhmm... M' sorry." You utter haltingly, your leg jerking once more from the sudden sensation. You look up at him with puppy eyes, guilt-stricken as you have already broken your promise.

He stared at you for a few seconds before his gaze softened as you stuck out your bottom lip with a sorrowful look on your face. As he smooths the cloth over your exposed thighs, he softly sighs under his breath, expertly concealing the roll of his eyes. Todoroki was relieved that your reflexes were still in shape, the abuse of the liquor not interfering much with your cognition... at least not too much. 

You two shared the same birthday. He had no idea that celebrating your big day of turning 21 would've been so hectic. As many things between you and Todorooki, you guys took today as a competition. The day started with you both trying to one-up each other since Todoroki’s lucky day was yours as well. First, your day with a breakfast made by him -- with the assistance of Bakugo of course. You couldn’t help the warm swell in your heart at how much effort he had put into it but it wouldn’t top you! While you two interned at the same agency it was pretty easy to surprise him with a big B-Day lunch and an obnoxious bouquet.

“This is a little too much…” 

“There is no such thing as too much for you, Sho.”

Truthfully, he felt that way because he wanted to wow you as well. He was glad that today was a calm day concerning his patrol watch, giving him time to map up his day today and think about all the other miscellaneous thoughts that roamed his head. The painting he had saved for this momentous day sat in the back of his head as he patrolled the streets, the small accessory along with it sitting next to the rest of his pee-pee pouches making him grow nervous. I had kept the small item with him in fear of losing it, the last thing he needed was it to go missing under his watch.

You on the other handheld no qualms about goofing off for the day. Now, you weren’t entirely wasting away the day, you just simply knew how to let loose. With the great news you’d be staying in the office you had more than enough time to help plan and finalize Todoroki’s surprise birthday party. You bit your lip as you checked in with your longtime friend, Kaminari, to host the momentous occasion. Your mind was mostly occupied with the thought of the party and the small but significant present that you had in your desk draw. You and Todoroki had the same mind, the only thing setting you apart is you somehow being more… airhead than him. 

Impossible, right? Not at all. That’s how it explains why he was busy cleaning up your injuries.

After being sent home early you had taken him out to lunch for some soba and well, boba as a great lunch treat — simple enough. You both were full upon going back home, giving you two a few hours to snuggle up and nap to rejoice with the sleep you two had lost from over the time having part-time heroes. Holding back the excited news of the party was hard to do, the first thing you did when you woke up was jump up and usher him to get up as well.

“What -- why??” Shouto glared as he was forced to sit up, rubbing his eyes with the free hand that you didn’t use to pull him up.

“C’mooonn! I just have one more thing to show you for today!” You beam brightly. Your facial expression was as bright as ever like you hadn’t just slept for 4 hours before that. Everything in his body wanted to resist but he couldn’t as he wouldn’t bring himself to. It took but only an hour for the both of you to get ready, sending Kaminari a quick text to make sure that everything was set for sure. 

“Honey, I know this might sound a little odd but I need you to put this on.” You hand him the blindfold once you find him dressed and ready. You couldn’t help but grin at his confused face when he stares at the piece of fabric.

“I thought you said we were going out?” He asks mildly confused, taking it and putting it on anyway.

You paused and gave yourself a moment to think about his response, your cheeks feeling hot at the insinuation. Todoroki’s small giggle makes you feel better about your flustered words, rolling your eyes annoyed when he teased you like that. “Just hold onto my hand okay?” You instruct, hand coming up to hold him as an example. He nods his head as he follows your lead, more excited than what he led on.

The trip from your apartment down to your car didn’t take too long, the assistance of helping him not trip over his shoes harder than you thought. It was hard to keep back your laugh as he fumbled here and there, the most highlight of your experience was helping him in his care (like he usually did with you) and even buckling in his seat (not something he did for you). You were practically buzzing in your seat in excitement as you took off as soon as you were ready, the journey to his place not too far from your own. You bobbed your head to the music of the radio as you vibed along with the beats, fingers tapping the steering wheel as you mumbled the lyrics to whatever song played. Had it not been winter time in Japan you would’ve had the windows down, but you had to settle with the subtle and gentle breeze of the heaters on your skin instead.

“We’re here.” You announced your arrival. You used the keycard Kaminari had given you as the entrance to his apartment complex and zoomed-in irresponsibly. It was easy finding a parking space on the higher levels conveniently the same as his home. You hopped out and helped Todoroki out from his seat and helped him to the elevator. “Promise me to have fun, okay?” The question was simple enough, but your level of fun always exceeded his. 

The sentence made him turn in your direction with confusion heavy on the top of his head. You took out the key from your pocket and jiggled it into the lock. As soon as he was about to open his mouth you yoinked the blindfold off his eyes, the first thing his eyes seeing your cheerful grin and everyone popping up from their hiding places and throwing the decorations up that they held in their hands.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” 

Todoroki was taken back from the whole thing. How many people were there, the familiar faces, the decorations, and just overall effort that was put into this. He couldn’t help but look over at you with the same adoration he normally did when you looked the other way. He was greeted by so many of his friends and mutuals, the overwhelming amount of gifts that sat on the table, and the arrangement of food and drinks that sat up in the spacious room. In the back of his head, he knew he would have to keep an eye on you, and he was right.

The group had gathered to get some cake to get it out the way, the bonus of ice cream filling your tummy with happiness. As soon as you had finished your dessert plate, you declared everyone should loosen up; since no one objected, you went straight for shots. First, it was one, two, then it was two at once, then it was some straight from Mina’s belly button. You held no restraint at your alcohol intake, taking the immature opportunity to drink to your heart’s content. While you were liberal with your amount, Todoroki decided to take in practically none. The verses of your habits are almost amusing to watch like your two contrasting but similar personalities.

Later in the night when the mayhem had started. You and a few friends decided to dance on a few more dangerous surfaces, guaranteeing the sacrifice of one of them being Kaminari’s glass table. 

“Holy shit—” Mina quickly rushed to your side, the same drunken posture and smile on her face as she tried to help you up, careful not to get the same glass shards that scattered the floor. “Are you okay-?!”

“YO Y/N WILDING!” Denki tries helping you up too, the help of the duo helping you somewhat.

You stumbled to get up, the flashlight of other people’s phones making you weary. “I-I’m fine-” You managed to let out, standing as you tried to clear your head and drink the water handed towards you. Either the H2O in that cup gave you courage or you simply went crazy. “let’s go again!” 

Todoroki was left speechless upon watching you continue to party on, knowing damn well he'd have to stop you soon. He wasn’t one to attend parties, and most times when he did they always ended up like this. It seemed after your fall that the knock had given you a sign to calm down at least, deciding to drink more beverages that didn’t hold liquor in it. After some time he had managed to get you in his lap, holding you as he monitored your well-being. 

As much as your reckless behavior would have annoyed someone else, he found it almost endearing. Well… not really in the sense you were drinking yourself silly, but in the fact that you still had the spirit to keep up and party even after the effects of your last hour of madness. It wasn’t long till you had gotten comfortable in his arms you had successfully partied yourself to sleep. Todoroki was careful in lifting you, thanking everyone from attending before quietly slipping out from the apartment. 

He took a deep breath as he somehow managed to find your car, maneuvering to get you into the car and hopping in on his side to drive you home. Todoroki made sure to drive carefully in hopes that you wouldn’t barf all over his car that you had used to get there. The drive back was much quicker than when you two had headed up since it was practically dead at night and the streets empty. He liked drives like these. A part of him was sad that you weren’t awake for it.

Your boyfriend repeated the same process when he had pulled into your apartment complex, picking up your body and bringing you up to your shared home. He was dedicated to getting you situated, prepared to take care of you as much as he needed to. That’s how he found himself tending to your scrapes and bruises right now.

“You know I’m never going to let you drink again.” Shouto teases you, smirking lightly at your sad expression.

“You’d never!” You argued back with the same teasing tone, moving to cross your arms, stifling the pain as you did so.

Todoroki snorts at your dedication to hold up the act, nodding his head as he finished cleaning up your legs. “You’re right. But don’t expect me not to monitor you from now on.” 

A smile tugs at your lips at his words, uncrossing your arms. The lingering drunk feeling still played in how you thought and spoke but not managing to affect how effortless it was to talk to Shouto. You blushed when he picked up your hands, kissing the back of your hands as he spoke to you once again.

“I have a present for you.” He mutters against your skin, eyes trained on the fresh bandages before looking up at you. He wasn’t looking for an answer and he didn’t wait for one either. He hoped that you couldn’t tell that he was weary, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small velvet box. 

Your eyes widened at the realization of what he held in his hand, your heart beating faster as you sat up in your chair. “Sh-Sho?”

“It’s not what you think.” He responds almost defensively. Shouto bites his lip in anticipation, fiddling with the little box. “... it’s a promise ring,” Todoroki concludes. He felt like he had to explain himself for the slightly expensive jewelry. “If you don’t want it-”

You had engulfed him in a hug, pulling him tight against you as you had started to sob. You couldn’t think of words for how happy you were. The only thing that had taken over your body was actions. You nuzzled your face into his neck once his arms wrapped around your shaking your body. His hands soothingly rubbed your back, letting you get out what you wanted. He couldn’t help but laugh when you pull away with the most love-filled face he’d ever seen you make.

“You okay?”

“I’m perfect!” You hastily wiped your face with the help of Shouto, shakily laughing once he leaned into pepper your face with kisses. 

“I was afraid that I scared you,” Shouto admits. You shake your head as you grab his hands, placing his palms on your cheeks, appreciating his soft palms.

“No… your hands are really soft…” You mumble. Your mind went blank as you tried to remember the next line you were going to speak, pouting as you looked around for the answer. The shock of him handing you the ring has successfully shaken you into processing your brain a little better, the heavy impacts of your drinking still lingering on.

“Are you okay?” He asks, worried. You nod your head in affirmation. 

“A kiss could cheer me up.” You give him the same puppy eyes that you used before, weaponizing your cuteness to your advantage. He slightly cringed at the thought, hesitating before leaning in and placing a soft kiss against yours. He prepared himself to taste the alcohol against his lips. He pulled away once he deemed it ready, wiping his mouth and getting the ring he kept in his hand the whole day.

“I think you owe me by wearing the ring for making me kiss you.” He huffs, slipping the ring on your finger, his heart beating at the sound of your giggle.

“Nah you love me without the ring~”

“Yes, but I’d prefer you with it on.” He stands up and holds his hand out for you, taking you into his arms once again for the night and carrying you to your room. “For now get some rest, okay?” He sat you down on the bed and got you changed out of your clothes, sneaking in a few playful kisses here and there to make you laugh. Shouto’s main focus was just to get you situated to sleep peacefully for the night. 

“G’night, Sho…” You mutter to him as you got comfortable in the sheets. Although the returning soreness didn’t go away you had managed to close your eyes and get comfortable.

“Goodnight.” He watched you until you fell asleep before leaving the room to prepare for you the pain medication you’d need in the morning for your impending hangover. 

You never needed the promise ring to let you know he loved you; his actions always told you so.

[sweethq]

♡ how you became friends with them // headcanon

𑁍 Characters: Sawamura Daichi, Azumane Asahi, Bokuto Koutarou, Semi Eita

»»—Trigger warning(s): none—-««

➶ Genre: hmmm fluff?

-ˏˋ A/N: semi’s is actually so bad I’m sorryyyyyyyyy ˊˎ-

moving away for college and becoming an adult was HARD

not only do you end up spending a lot of money on literally just existing

but you also don’t know how to cook for the life of you

which is unfortunate because it’s not like you have all the money in the world to order takeout every night

sooooooo that left you with no choice but to buy ingredients to try and make a simple dinner for yourself

you prepared the ingredients in the kitchen of your small apartment

you decided to make breakfast for dinner, simple enough, right?

something couldn’t possibly go wrong, right??

ha, wrong

when you were cooking the bacon, you suddenly had the urge to pee. real bad.

so bad that if you didn’t go now, you would literally pee your pants

you had enough brain cells to take turn the stove off and move the pan to a different burner

but apparently you didn’t have enough brain cells to realize that the burner wasn’t completely off, a little flame was still peaking out

and the bacon was still sizzling in the pan, a small drop of grease flying right into the flame

so it was to your surprise when you walked out of your bathroom to see a fire on your stove that continued to grow

y/n.exe has stopped working

you literally couldn’t think of what to do??? for some reason, the thought ‘oh, maybe i should call 911’ didn’t go through your head

instead, you opened your door and started vigorously knocking on your neighbor across the hall

thankfully, he opened the door rather quickly

you couldn’t think of how to explain your situation, so you opted to just say ‘f-fire’ while pointing to your apartment

thankfully your neighbor had the brain cells that you lacked and quickly ran to get the fire extinguisher that was in the hallway

he rushed past you and into your kitchen, using the extinguisher to calm the flames that were starting to get out of control

he was able to subdue the fire before it got too out of hand, nothing showing signs of damage besides your stove

“thank you so much, you’re a lifesaver. let me cook you dinner to make up for it”

“something tells me that it was your cooking that got you into that situation in the first place” he chuckled back, embarrassment flooding your cheeks

“why don’t you clean up in here then join me at my place for dinner? I was just about to make some spaghetti” he offered

you ended up accepting and sharing a meal at his place

you learned that you attend the same college and have a couple of mutual friends

after that night, you and daichi have meals together pretty frequently, him taking pity on you because you obviously don’t know how to cook lmao

but you were fine with it

because of your lack of cooking skills, you were able to make a really good friend

it was you last year of high school, which meant that your friends would make you go to all of the school events with them

whether it was a sporting event, school dance, or fundraiser, they made you tag along

you didn’t mind going to the sporting events, you found them entertaining and even got excited when watching the games

what you didn’t enjoy, was going to the school dances

it's not that you had anything against school dances, you just didn’t like the thought of spending a lot of money on a new outfit just to wear for one night

plus, you never had anyone to go with so it just made you feel lonely

but, being the good friend you are, you allow your friends to doll you up and join them at the dance

it would be the last one of your high school career after all

after being at the dance for a half an hour, you decide that it’s not so bad

you weren’t really much of a dancer, but you felt content with sitting at the table and watching your friends have the times of their lives

you decide to walk around the area and admire the decorations that people had put so much thought and effort into

you started to make your way towards the drink bar, craving something sugary to sip on

as you approached, another person was walking away and accidentally bumped into you, spilling his drink all over your clothes

you looked up at the perpetrator, recognizing him as one of the players in your school’s volleyball club

all the color was drained from his face, he couldn’t believe he just did that

“oh my gosh, i’m so-”

he didn’t even let himself finish, but instead, poured the rest of his drink on himself as punishment

your eyes widened at his action

what in the world

“why would you do that?!” you exclaimed, eyes staring at his now ruined tuxedo

“I spilled my drink all over you, I deserve it” he frowns

he literally looked like this 😔

you couldn’t help but chuckle at him, you had never seen someone act so cute and so stupid at the same time LMAO

“it’s really not a big deal, i promise”

“but i still feel terrible”

“how about you buy me boba and we’ll call it even?”

the two of you go and get boba the following day and you spend your time getting to know each other

you find that you have a lot in common and you actually like his company

you’re quick to become good friends, and you always make it a point to remind him that it was him spilling his drink on you that one night that started it all

throughout your childhood, you would spend your summer days at a camp in your town

it’s not that you necessarily wanted to be there, but your parents had to work all day and thought that this would be better for you than hiring a babysitter

you didn’t mind though, you liked going to this camp, especially because you would get to make smores every once and awhile

the only downfall was that you didn’t really have any friends to share your summer with

most of the kids would come to the camp with their friends or make new friends when they got there

you, on the other hand, found it hard to make friends

you felt like no one truly understood you, i mean, who would? you were 10 years old lol

after three years of coming to this camp, you thought that maybe there would be at least one person that would approach you and tell you that they wanted to be your friend, but it never happened

until bokuto showed up

he was the same age as you, but this was his first year spending his summer at the camp

the only reason he wanted to go was because he heard that they were going to start teaching kids how to play volleyball and have small practice matches

once he heard the word volleyball, he was in

he had tons of fun playing volleyball at the camp and making new friends, but he couldn’t help but notice you

he noticed that you were always by yourself; whether you had your nose in a book, were eating lunch, or just watching the other kids play, you were always alone

he could tell that you were lonely and that you craved to talk to someone, so he decided to approach you

you were sitting at a table drawing, a bag of open skittles to the right of you

“hi, i’m bokuto. what’s your name?”

you literally looked behind you to see if there was someone else he was talking to, but his eyes were trained on you

“uh, i’m y/n”

“nice to meet you, y/n! whatcha doin?”

he sat across from you and listened to your explanation of the art that you were creating on the piece of paper

he sat and listened attentively, thinking about how cool it was that you were so passionate about it

after a little more talking, he couldn’t help but notice your bag of skittles. his eyes widened

“yoU DON’T EAT THE YELLOW AND GREEN ONES?!?!?!?!!”

you were shocked at the sudden exclamation, but nodded your head at him

“those ones are gross, but you can have them if you want”

he was lowkey offended because he only eats the yellow and green ones, but he would never reject the offer of free candy

after that incident, you and bokuto would hang out every day at camp, one of you bringing a bag of skittles to share; you would eat the red, orange, and purple ones and save the others for bo

let’s just say that this is what sparked your great friendship, and it’s a tradition that lasts for a long time

the way you met semi was……. an interesting experience

you were working part time as a food delivery driver because you needed the extra money

and with that comes with meeting a lot of different people and having a lot of interesting encounters

it was a friday night and you decided to work for a couple of hours since you didn’t have anything better to do

you knocked on the door to a fairly nice house, so excited that this was your last delivery for the night

you heard a bunch of guys voices from behind the door and you became curious

when they opened the door you were surprised to see the boy wearing your school’s uniform

“hi, uh, Semi?” you asked as you looked at the receipt

“yeah, i’m Semi. and you look like my next s/o” he flirted

you were so flustered you felt like you were going to explode lol

you could hear the room behind him fall silent before explosions of laughter filled your ears

you could see the pink that dusted semi’s entire face even with the extremely dim porch light

“I’m so sorry, we were playing a game and they dared me to do it,” he explained, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s fine,” you laughed back. you missed having friends to hang out and do stupid stuff with

“oh, here’s your food by the way,” you extended your arm so he could grab the bag

“actually that’s also for you. part of the dare”

as you were about to thank him, another person approached the door

a person you knew pretty well

“well, isn’t this a surprise! who would’ve known that the person we had our little semisemi hit on was y/n?”

“tendou! I wasn’t expecting to see you here”

you and tendou were lab partners last year and kept in touch every now and then

tendou smiled at you and then whispered something in semi’s ear before disappearing once again into the house

“uh, would you like to stay and hang out? we were just about to watch Harry Potter”

if it weren’t for tendou you would’ve rejected the request, not fond of the idea of being in a house with a bunch of guys you don’t even know

but it was a friday night and you had nothing better to do

plus, who would turn down an offer to watch your favorite British wizards?

you joined him inside, introducing yourself to the rest of the guys who you found out to be the entire Shiratorizawa volleyball club

you and semi got to talk a lot more and were actually able to become good friends

you also learned to sympathize with him whenever the guys tendou would tease him lol

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Orphans (The Mandalorian)

(Three of y’all wanted Din & Boba Fett, so I combined your requests into one story because to be honest I think I have no idea how to write him! That’s probably enough Boba for one weekend, LOL.  For @healingdays, @innitmarvelous2 and Anon!

Din and Boba have a talk by a fire.  Platonic, a little angsty, set just after Tython, 1200 words.)

***

At least there was this, then, battle: the brutal and elegant dance of blows struck and bolts fired, the song of pumping blood and pounding heart.  In this Din could lose himself for a time, his focus shrunk down only to this moment, this second, this instant. 

He grunted, taking a blow that rattled his beskar; blocked and parried, shoved back, struck deep with his spear, finished with his fist.  Felt the crunch of bone beneath his balled hand, breathed deep of the gasp his enemy huffed into the cold night air.  There was safety here in the thin line between victory and defeat, and he leaned into it with every fiber, muscles heart gut brain a singular deadly unit.

And then what he’d been dreading came upon him: the silence, the echoing ring of the final blow.  He stood over his fallen opponents, stormtroopers still and broken in the night.  Sweat streamed down his face, soaking his collar, slicking the inside of his helmet.

Beside him, Boba Fett slung his gaffe stick over his shoulders, tilting his helmet toward Din.  “You do good work, Mandalorian.  Pity they had no information for us.”

The adrenaline leached out of him, leaving in its place a humming hollowness.  “I knew Gideon would be hard to find,” he said gruffly, disappointment clinging to him as bitterly as the sweat.  “I might be able to find another lead.  Let’s get back to the ship.”

“Fennec’s taken it for repairs, remember,” said Fett.  “Won’t be back for a few hours yet.  We may as well find a place to hole up for the night.”

Din sighed.  How had he forgotten their earlier discussion?  He blinked.  Perhaps the lack of sleep was catching up to him.  He hadn’t slept for more than broken snatches since Tython.  Sleep meant quiet, and quiet meant room to think, and that meant missing him, meant worry, fear, barely-contained panic --

“Fine,” he said.  “But we’re gone as soon as the ship is free.”

***

The forest was alive and buzzing in the moonlight, creatures singing their night-choruses and buzzing their thoughts into the still spring air.  Din ignored them, sitting at the edge of the fire across from Fett.  Periodically he lifted his helmet, just slightly, to take a few drinks of water or a bite of the rations Fett had brought along.  Fett’s helmet rested on the ground beside his feet, and he ate and drank openly, the shadows on his bare face stark in the firelight.

“So,” said Fett, cocking his head to one side.  “Do you have a name?”

Din shrugged.

Fett quirked a brow.  “You don’t want to say it?  Or you’ve forgotten it?”

“It isn’t necessary.”  He relented, Fett’s direct stare boring into him.  “Usually people call me Mando.”

“Not exactly a flattering name, especially these days.”  Fett shook his head.  “I suppose it’s your business.  But we might be working together for some time.  A name might help.”

Din bristled.  “Moff Gideon could be experimenting on the child as we speak.  I don’t have the luxury of time.”  Anger flared within him, a sick heat in his belly, and his hands tensed into fists at his side.

“I understand,” said Fett.  There was an intensity in his naked eyes, a fierceness that left Din taken aback.  “There will always be those who play such games.”

“It isn’t a game -- he could kill him --”  No, don’t think about that, you’ll find him in time, you must --  

“You misunderstand me,” said Fett, back to being as unemotional as ever.  “In battle, sometimes terrible things are done for good reasons.  I’m sure you’ve faced this yourself.  It comes to all of us in time.”  He took a drink of water.  “But sometimes there is no battle.  Sometimes there are only cowards, doing terrible things without cause, and somehow, they never see themselves the villain.”  He fell silent for a moment.  “Whatever the Moff is doing to your child, there is no reason for it.  I’m sorry.”

The tension in Din’s fists and shoulders faded, dissolving into weariness.  Your child.  He wasn’t -- but wasn’t he?  “He’s a foundling,” Din said suddenly.  “As I was.”

“As my father was.”  Fett gazed into the fire.  “This is a galaxy filled with orphans.”

“Yes,” Din agreed, wondering why Fett had said something so obvious.  He shook back a flash of red robes, smoke in the streets.  “I was to find him a Jedi.  They’ll be able to protect him --”

Fett let out a loud, barking laugh.  “Jedi!  Well.  I suppose things may be different, for one of their own.  He has their powers?”

“Yes.  He can move things with his mind.  Heal people.  Hurt them.”  A dim memory swam before him, the heat of a flamethrower, Grogu standing between him and the flametrooper, casting the fireball back, back.  He remembered Cara, her hand scrabbling at her throat over a misunderstanding.  “I can’t teach him myself what he needs to learn.”

“The Jedi have no fathers, you know,” said Fett.  

The words settled in beneath Din’s armor, tearing at him.  Was this good news, or bad?  He swallowed.  “Neither do the foundlings.”

“Some of them,” said Fett.  “Maybe not yours.”  He took another bite of his rations.  “But what do I know?”

***

Din woke up with a start, his back and shoulders stiff from leaning against a log, his hands reaching up to touch his cuirass, reaching for -- 

But there was no sleepy Grogu nestled against his chest.

He blinked against the sunlight filtering in through his helmet, squinting.  Morning.  How he had let himself fall asleep?

“Good, you’re up,” said Fett, standing over him helmeted once more.  “Fennec is making her way to the rendezvous point now.”

“You should have woken me,” said Din.  “I could have kept watch.”

The tone in Fett’s voice suggested an eye roll beneath the helmet.  “No, you couldn’t have.  Don’t think I haven’t noticed you haven’t slept.  You’ll get sloppy if you don’t tend to yourself, and the child needs you at your best.”

Din hung his head, abashed.  Of course.  He’d been foolish. 

“Come now. Your best is formidable,” said Fett.  He held out a hand.  “The child’s lucky to have you looking out for him.”

Din stared up at the older man, blinking sleep from his eyes.  He trembled, thinking of the weight of Grogu nestled against him, the way his eyes crinkled, the sensation of his tiny hand cradled carefully in Din’s.  

“Thank you,” he said hoarsely.  He grabbed Fett’s hand, and Fett pulled him to his feet with a grunt.  

Up on his feet in the dawn-light, things seemed finally clear.  He and Fett and Shand were formidable indeed, and there were others he could call on.  A plan began to come to him, and with it, a faint sense of hope amidst the aching fear.  He let out a long breath.

“My name is Din Djarin,” he said.  “And I’ve got a plan.”

“Good to hear it, Djarin,” said Fett, and far above the treeline Slave I soared into view.  “Let’s go hunting.”

-fin- (Partly inspired by the National song, “Baby, We’ll Be Fine: All night I lay on my pillow and pray

For my boss to stop me in the hallway

Lay my head on his shoulder and say

“Son I’ve been hearing good things”)

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Radio Romance (Doyoung x reader, Jaehyun)

This was on my wattpad too! Do check them out, I am working on my SuperM fanfiction.

Warning : Fluff, Doyoung and Jaehyun are radio DJs! Sweet ones obviously 

fluff and safe for work ;)

enjoy !!!

A great hit by Adele fades out as the familiar prelude to my beloved radio segment chimes in. The catchy yet simple jingle makes me perks my ears.

"Good evening citizens! This is DJ Doyoung"

"And this is DJ Jaehyun. You are now listening to Night Paradise of One Two Seven Regular Radio"

"Where you can relax and sleep with sweet dreams." Said Doyoung.

"The time now is nine o'clock. It is Wednesday May 8 and tonight we will receive your song requests and of course the favorite Radio Romance program is still available." Jaehyunexplains their rundown.

I go to turn up the music louder, well the channel I am tuning in right now is our Campus' radio station and since freshman days, this radio station really helps me during the stress nights before finals until the lonely nights when I miss mother's home cook meal. I really love the program, listening to music, witnessing a guy confess to a girl he likes, sometimes I just like to listen to the bickering of the DJs, and mostly I just like having sounds in my silent room. I share an apartment with a foreigner from the same country but he is currently busy. And during these nights, the radio really entertains me.

"As we collect your messages and requests, first composition tonight will be from the latest hit by NCT. As the night is still early, we think a lot of our listeners are still sticking their nose to books and papers. To energize you, we present you Highway to Heaven." Jaehyun's deep voice echoes.

I smiled; this song is currently my mood booster. Picking up my pen, I can return to read my textbook and try my best to study more; Though it is challenging for me to keep on reading, instead of singing on top of my lungs while dancing wildly. As much as I want to do those two badly, I know that my parents sent me here to the United States from the Country of Ginseng and Kimchi to learn something and be someone. Halfway through the song, I can't hold back my feelings and grab my phone.

I quickly text a private message to someone,

"Seriously.. I can't focus. Finals are around the corner. Mum will kill me if A is not present."

I Hit the send button and locked my phone. I must not get carried away into chatting. That will end my life.

After calming my excited nerves with water, the radio DJs return with different love confessions and questions.

Ranging from

"What should I do to get this girl's attention? I'm super shy while she's the total opposite." The two each suggested dating advices. Which I believe were not from their experiences. It's definitely a google answer.

"I just broke up with my boy friend, and I need more comfort songs. Can you two please fulfil my request. Thanks, and DJ Jaehyun you're the best." To which Doyoung replies jokingly "Noted. More love songs. DJ Doyoung is in charge of songs tonight. You pick the wrong guy."

"I can't sleep tonight. I need to finish 3 works by 7 a.m. tomorrow. Please tune up the bpm." Jaehyun's cheeky remarks was "I think coffee will help you better than us. Our program ended at 10.. anyways, we hope you for the best! Fighting!"

Those are messages coming into their homepage

"Now moving on to the tweets, I have.." Doyoung laughs a bit

"To @osaka_prince I really miss you, let's meet for Takoyaki this week. Call me asap. From @nct_is_life"

"You heard that @osaka_prince, someone misses you! And next we have.."

tHis time Jaehyun's soothing voice exits the stereo

"To @ice_yongie how are you doing? I heard you tune into this channel regularly. Wish you all the best for your finals. From @fire_jung"

"Right... to every students, please stay healthy, have enough sleep, and prepare for your finals." Jaehyun said and continue with two more mentions.

After that they play another hit song, this time as the atmosphere starts to go bittersweet. Their choice was Because of You by Taeil.

The sweet voice and words I understands, made a good company for me. I finish reading my books as the last beat of the song drops and Doyoung'strademark voice comes in.

"We have one more hour to accompanyyour night. Now for the news, we have one from the school's Baseball team, one from the hospital and another from the cafeteria. After the news we'll head on to the Call Me Maybe segment. Please wait for it."

Jaehyun reads the news about the upcoming grand Baseball match this Thursday, it's Trojans vs Eagles. Don't forget to come with all your Trojans attire and merchandises we all know how the season will end. Winning is our middle name.

The next news was only about reminding students to take care of their health during finals and a new boba stall will open this Monday. Discount 50% for first 100 cups.

No matter how cheap that will be, I know I can't skip class just to queue for a boba. Not if I want to have my ass bloody red.

The Call Me Baby segment comes after 2 other compositions and oddly I love this segment. Though it may be weird to some people, listening someone making a voice note on air to their special ones and getting no reply.. still there is something in my heart that likes hearing those.

Apparently a lot of calls were desperate. From 5 voice message, 2 are clearly in a phase of knowing someone and trying to win their heart, the other 3 are asking how someone has been.. clearly they broke up one misses the other one, but have no choice other than to use the radio to ask his or her condition. Ego always wins right?

I feel bad for those three who cannot directly ask how the people who used to be special to them is feeling right now. Lucky I'm not in that condition.

Then they take a break with several advertisements and music.

I leave my room to wash my face and clean my books. Well I am sleepy, but I am waiting for someone to return home.

The radio DJs are currently online with the twitter. Since it is impossible to read every tweet on air, they take time answering some lucky listener's tweets. I scroll my twitter and smiles a little when my tweet got replied.

"Have strength! You can do it~" – DJ Doyoung

I retweeted it and afterwards continue scrolling and reading a lot of replies and stories. Apparently there's much more than love and broken heart problems. Some are posting questions of which food to eat, some are just saying hi, several others requested songs; others even post thank-you letters for the two DJ who work hard to make their nights enjoyable and fun.

I glance at the clock. It is 30 minutes to their closing. Turns out two hours is not a long time. Hufht if only every two hours lectures can be this quick and enjoyable.

The last segment was the story sharing time. Basically everyone can submit their inspiring stories to the channel's email and then the team will choose which one is good to share. Tonight the speaker was none other the school's favorite baseball captain. Lee Taeyong... he shares his baseball career path. He shares his hard works, his passion, and what keeps him moving forward. His 10 minutes talk is inspiring. I wiped a tear that falls from my eye, his story is really touching.

Jaehyun and Doyoung also seem to honor the man talking on air right now. They salute his never ending passion and hard work. Taeyong gets to greet some of his fans and cheer them up. The segment ends after 15 minutes and Both DJ wraps his visit by telling all listeners to support Taeyong and his team on field this Thursday.

More tweets are read and replied directly on air, soothing songs for sleeping also fills the room.

"We did not realize time is running. It was fun listening to your feeling. The stars are starting to shine on the clear sky. You might want to take a peek out of your window for a moment.And as the night deepens,our segment must end after this." Doyoung shares his regret.

"Right, we are sad Paradise Night is over, but worry not for we will see you again this Friday. Please keep on tuning into One Two Seven Regular Radio. I am DJ Jaehyun"

"and I am DJ Doyoung"

"We present you the last composition, UN Village by Baekhyun. Sweet Dreams and Good night." The two host harmonize and the calm upbeat prelude from UN Village takes over their voice.

My phone lights up as the song almost reach its chorus.

"I'm done. Going home now.. wait for me!"

I typed a reply and turn the volume louder.

I know that, I know that, I know Yes we are now

Hannam-dong UN Village hill Looking up at the moon from the hill

I walk from my room to the small balcony. The radio song fluently escapes my opened room. Isomehow remembered that Jaehyun or Doyoung earlier said the sky is bright. Turns out I can see sea of stars tonight. It's relaxing and pretty.

The front door of my apartment opens and closes. I turn around and see someone returning home with a tired face but a smile is still there.

"Thank you for waiting me... the stars are dancing tonight and the moon is big!" His attention distracted by the picturesque sky in front of our eyes. He stands beside me, one hand over my waist to bring me close to his warm body.

You and me, umm yeah

UN Village hill, eh

Side by side we look at the moon

We sway to the rhythm and the song ends not long after it. It was a nice closing song!

"I should be the one to say thank you!" I turn my head to face him.

He looks puzzled but a hint of smugness can't escape his lips which form a smile.

"Me? Why?"

"Because you did a great job hosting Paradise Night! I don't feel lonely and I can study better. Thanks to you and Jaehyun." I hug him and bury my face on his chest.

Doyoung softens at my words and returns my hug "Anything for my girl! Now, let me shower from the sweat of walking home.. and maybe I need some ramen tonight. I'm always hungry after hosting the radio." He walks to his room and after collecting his clothes and towel, he enters the toilet.

I make my way to the kitchen. Taking a pot to boil water and choosing our favorite night snack. While he clean himself under the shower, I prepare the dish and the side dishes.

"Hmmm it smells amazing! Thanks for cooking it for me." Doyoung greets me with a fresh smell of mint shampoo and he takes the sit across of me.

"Saranghae~" he sincerely gives me a heart with his fingers and digs into the food.

After a stifled laugh, I also begin eating mine.

Once again a beautiful night spent with the best radio DJ, who is luckily mine. Doyoung... na do saranghae💛

[masterjedilenawrites]

The Helmeted Hunter: Chapter 27

Boba Fett x Reader

Chapter Warnings: N/A

AO3 Link (In case you like it better over there, it’s okay, no judgement)

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Chapter 27: Questions and Answers

Your legs had moved before you had fully processed what they were running toward. You embraced your mother, one of many loved ones you'd never thought you'd see again, in the little room on the strange planet you'd been brought to by the Empire. You would've cried had you not been so utterly dumfounded.

"Mom?" you whispered again, pulling away from her grasp to get a good look at her. She had tears in her eyes and was stroking your hair, also in disbelief over your presence. She looked as well as she'd ever been. Healthy. No signs of abuse or neglect. She even had a bit of make-up on, now smudged a little in the corner of one watery eye. She also wore one of those white suits you'd seen earlier, with an Imperial insignia that matched the one stitched on your jumper.

"I'm so glad you're alive," she said through her tears, cooing your name and bringing you in for another hug.

You stiffened in her arms, still not able to fully relish the moment with so many questions on your mind. You'd come looking for answers and were met with more confusion than ever. You'd had enough.

"Mom," you said firmly, pulling back and holding her at arm's length. "What is going on? How... why are you here?"

She wrapped her hands around to grasp yours, giving them a squeeze as she looked at you sympathetically. "It's a long story, hun."

"I have time."

Her face faltered in its relief as she now took in your features. Your even gaze, the seriousness of your voice. Your disheveled hair and the bags beneath your eyes. The tension you'd held in your shoulders for months. She looked at you the way she'd had whenever you'd been sick, or had had a bad day at school, or when you'd come home crying from your first rejected crush... Wanting to help you, to heal you, but knowing there was only so much even a mother could do.

"Very well," she smiled, motioning to a little sofa nearby. "We should sit. Would you like some tea or...?"

"No." You wanted answers.

She nodded knowingly and joined you on the sofa, sitting just close enough that she could reach back out for you should you want her to. She ran her aging hands across her face, through her hair, sighing. "Where to begin."

"Did the Empire take you when they invaded home?" you asked, too impatient to not help her start somewhere.

She gave you a rueful smile. "That depends. Which invasion are you referring to?"

You gulped and kept your eyes trained on her, not wanting to miss a single detail as she eventually leaned onto the backrest of the couch and launched into her story.

"The Empire claimed our planet a long time ago, when you were very young. We didn't have resources, we weren't in a strategic location for them... but we did have people, very bright people who were more than willing to work with this new group if it meant access to advanced technology. It was all behind the scenes. The Empire didn't have the strength to conquer through force yet, and our leaders didn't want the masses to be aware of other systems. Your dad and I... We got caught up in it by accident. They were mostly recruiting scientists, engineers, medical researchers.... But they also needed other support positions filled, too. We knew some people... We were struggling with loans... It just... happened."

Your mom sighed and ran another hand over her face, showing that despite her healthy appearance, the situation had taken its toll on her deep within. A part of you did want to embrace her again, but you also didn't want to get distracted. Krennic would be coming at any time; you needed to get as much of the story as you could before then.

"We ended up supporting projects around hyperspeed technology, which then turned into experiments with teleportation."

"The portals," you muttered.

She nodded slowly, her eyes far off as she looked into the past. "Dad and I weren't developing the technology ourselves, but we became very close with the scientists that were. We knew they could easily program the destinations and pick the people they wanted to move. But the Empire was growing stronger. There were threats of attack and even war. Other divisions would finish their work and then mysteriously disappear. Our scientist friends were scared to admit they'd succeeded. So they lied, said it would take time to figure out how to control it."

Your mom gulped, her hands wringing together in her lap. You could tell her voice was dry. "And then we came up with a plan. It was... difficult... But we didn't have many other options. We... We used the technology to get certain people to safety. But we had to keep up the appearance that it was random so... well, we couldn't save everyone."

She hung her head, as if in shame. Your stomach twisted. "One of us would pick someone from our family and send them to a random planet. And then we'd move some random people around other parts of the galaxy for a while. And then another would get to save someone from their family. Bounty hunters were hired to go collect them and take to a safe house. The decisions they had to make... who to chose, who to save...."

She trailed off, but only momentarily. "By the time it was our turn, one of the supervisors had caught on. Orson Krennic. He had been planning to shut down the department. The portal technology used up too many resources and there was more promise with some of his other projects. But when he found out it could be controlled, he struck a deal. He'd take us all, with our families, to this planet, Eadu, where we'd be spared from the impending attack on our home. We just had to share the codes to control the portals."

Your mom shook her head again, still avoiding eye contact. "We agreed, and your dad was sent to Eadu with some of the others for the first trip. The rest of us would be taken later. But then one night I got a message from him saying Krennic had gone back on his word, and that he had an opportunity to open one last portal before fleeing with the codes. We--"

She stopped short. A tear trickled down her cheek, pooling at her chin for a moment before she furiously wiped it away. She took in a deep breath and shook her head, trying to cast off the obvious guilt and grief. "We wanted to save everyone, all the people we loved. But we also knew there was going to be a war. We had to save others, people who could fight and stand up for our planet. It was the most difficult decision we ever had to make. But I told him to just take you, that I would find a way to get the others off the planet.

"After you disappeared, Krennic's soldiers came for me. They wanted to know where your dad went, how to recreate the codes he stole. I told them I could recreate part of it from memory, but only if they spared the rest of the family. They brought me here, and I honored the agreement, but I only knew so much. All the other scientists had chosen to be killed rather than give away their secrets. And in the meantime, the others that had gone through the portal with you were able to go back and sneak thousands of people off the planet. It sounded like the rest of our family made it out, but they won't give me details. All I know is Krennic's been trying like crazy to capture you, hoping it will flush your dad out of hiding with the codes. I figured that meant the others ended up in hiding too, or... well... you know...."

There was silence as you let everything sink in. Your mom took in a few more breaths to calm her nerves, trying for a smile as she finally looked up at you. "Don't get me wrong, I am so, so happy to see you alive and safe. But I'd been praying they wouldn't find you, that our bounty would've been enough to get you to your father instead of me...."

"Bounty?" you asked, discovering your voice was as dry as hers.

Your mom nodded. "We'd already done our research, so when it would finally be our turn to send someone, we'd have the best bounty hunter keeping them safe. But when your dad contacted me for our final plan, to send you, we knew the Empire could easily raise the price and have the guy turn you into them instead. So your dad set a bounty higher than we thought they could match. He gave all of our savings to the bounty hunter Boba Fett and told him it was an advancement. He said he'd figure out how to get you away from Fett later, all that mattered was just getting you off the planet. Krennic was furious when he found out, but then he kept talking about going after you, and I knew it meant Fett hadn't succeeded in getting you to your dad."

"No," you rasped, your voice sounding distant. "He didn't know where to find him. The transmission was cut off."

Your mom bowed her head knowingly. "He must have run into trouble. But the fact they've still be trying to get you means he's still out there somewhere."

You felt yourself standing up, pacing about the room slowly, but not really comprehending your own actions. Your mind was reeling, going through all the information over and over again in an effort to make sense of it... to accept it.

The buyer, the mysterious and wealthy person you'd been searching for, was your dad. He was out there, hiding, protecting the galaxy from a piece of technology the Empire would surely use for only more destruction and power. And your mom was just as much a part of that effort, doing what she could to quietly protect her family. Your planet had fallen to the Empire, but its people carried on elsewhere. Your family could very well be among them.

You weren't sure how to feel. You allowed a few tears to well in your eyes, but they stung. You wanted to be relieved, to bask in the sensation of finally knowing the truth. You wanted to feel free from the worry and fear that you were being hunted for no reason. And you supposed you did feel those things, but there was something else, too. Something you couldn't quite understand.

The sound of your name broke through your heavy thoughts. You looked over at your mom as she addressed you, preparing to say something else. Possibly a comforting word, or maybe a few questions of her own. But she wasn't able to get it out, not before you heard the door open and saw Orson Krennic emerge from the hall behind you.

"Done catching up?" he asked with a sly quirk of his mouth. "Good. Let's see if we can't get your father to join the reunion."

[absolxguardian]

What the hell happened to Cobb Vanth and Freetown: An analysis

Most Mandalorian fans don’t know that this isn’t Cobb Vanth’s first appearance. He first appeared in the interludes of the Aftermath trilogy by Chuck Wendig. The trilogy took place 6 months to a year after the events of ROTJ, so four years before the events of the show.

But there’s a problem. There’s a level of incongruity between Cobb Vanth, the marshal of Mos Pelgo and Cobb Vanth, the sheriff of Freetown. It’s almost as if, rather than sharing a universe, the Vanth we meet in the show is inspired by the books. 

But the story group hasn’t given The Mandalorian free reign to trample over the new canon. Just like with the state of the Mandalorians in general, this change is best explained with the assumption that things went down hill since we last saw Vanth in Empire’s End. Plus some unreliable narration. 

Under the cut I explain three areas of weirdness. First, what we see in the flashback vs what we know of Vanth’s backstory. Second, how has Mos Pelgo gone so far downhill. Third, why he is suddenly so aggressive against the Tuskens he once made his own peace. I’ll explain what’s in the interludes as we go, so you don’t have to have read the trilogy.

I. The Flashback

First, some backstory for Vanth that wasn’t in the episode. He’s a former Hutt slave, with a slave brand on the back of his neck. That’s probably why he wears that scarf. Presumably, his freedom was related to Leia killing Jabba the Hutt- something that had a much larger effect on the stability of Tatioone and the Outer Rim than Endor really did. Which means that when Vanth is in the Mos Pelgo cantina, he’s a newcomer- free for a time between a few days and a week.

When the mining collective shows up, while the subtitles call it Mining Collective, proper noun- it seems more reasonable to believe that Vanth meant it as a common noun (the subtitles have other inaccuracies, like calling Basic English). What he’s talking about is the half criminal organization-half mining company known as the Red Key Company. It just seems kind of ridiculous that he fights and drives off two separate mining companies, even with their thugs wearing blue masks.

As for when he gets Boba Fett’s armor from the Jawas- what we see is a simplification- reflecting how Vanth simplified the story to “I fled Mos Pelgo, was found by a sandcrawler, and paid for this armor using silicax crystals”.

We can probably assume that the rescued by a sandcrawler and paying with silicax crystals stuff is the same, just that there are more steps involved. Specifically- the plot of the first interlude.

In this, Adwin Charu, a representative of the Red Key Company is trying to buy useful things off some Jawas. Vanth encounters him outside of the sandcrawler, but we can assume that he slipped out of the sandcrawler and then looped back around so Adwin saw him as not with the Jawas. And he purchased a cool long coat:

“You’re not from around here, are you?” the man says, still grinning like he knows something. He steps in out of the bright desert sun, brushes some dust off his long jacket. “Not a local.”

He then targets Adwin, knowing that he’s a representative of the Red Key Company from what he said to the Jawas earlier. Vanth offers to vouch for Adwin, to bring his guard down. Now Cobb does say this:

The man steps forward, scratching at his stubbled face. He starts talking to the Jawas. They gabble at him in their rat-tongue and he says, “Uh-huh, no, I know, but I come bearing credits and so does he.” Cobb turns to Adwin and gives a wink. The Jawas whisper and babble. “Okay, then.

The best assumption to make here is that, intending to leave the sandcrawler soon, Vanth just converted his silicax crystals into credits. Jawas have to have a cash supply, that’s presumably what they accepted from Uncle Owen for R2 and C3PO.

In the narrative I’ve built, Vanth wasn’t sure about coming back to protect Mos Pelgo, which is why he didn’t trade for the armor right away. It wasn’t his home, he’d just came into town. So when he shoots Adwin and declares himself a lawman, he really is self appointed. It was a duty he took on in that moment.

So he returns to Mos Pelgo, and in the first skirmish against the Red Key raiders, does what we see in the show. But the war has only just begun.

II. Freetown

The second interlude is from the point of view of a depressed and purposeless Malakili (the Rancor tamer from ROTJ). He is saved from the Red Key Raiders by Cobb Vanth and a Twi’lek woman named Issa-Or. But Mos Pelgo isn’t Mos Pelgo anymore- it’s Freetown- a place for anyone willing to stand up to the syndicates and make a life as free beings. 

Vanth recruits Malakili to “train” a baby Hutt the Raiders were trying to put on Jabba’s dais. Malakili points out that you don’t train Hutts, they’re sapient. You raise them. This shows two traits of Vanth that are on better display in the show- that he has trouble thinking outside of traditional power structures (like not having Tatioone ruled by a Hutt) and trouble interacting with sapient who exist outside of the standard humanoid interaction schema- be they be the oppressor Hutts or the oppressed Tuskens.

Eventually, they fight off the Red Key Raiders, but we know Freetown doesn’t last. And I think why is indicated in a few throwaway lines:

“Everybody’s someone, my friend. Thing about Freetown is, to live inside our walls means to be useful. Are you useful?”

-Aftermath: Life Debt

Then comes a sound—a terrible howl followed by a mad battle cry. Red Key raiders begin falling from the walls as blasts from outside take them out. 

-Aftermath: Empire’s End

Freetown has walls. But Mos Pelgo, as we see it, doesn’t. Given that the walls of Mos Eisley provided Peli with a feeling of protection, I think we can assume that they have some underground component (like vibrating spikes) that protects walled villages from Krayt Dragon attacks. But those would interfere with mining, so there’s an unwalled suburb of Mos Pelgo. And that’s the only part that survived.

Survived? Well what happened to the great experiment of Freetown?

Lorgan tries to crab-walk backward, but Vanth presses down on his wrist hard enough to hear the bones start to grind. He cries out. “You don’t know what you’re doing, Vanth. You’re an idiot playing a game against gods. You stole that suit thinking you can fill it, you stole a Hutt thinking you can raise it to the dais—you’ll never succeed here. My masters will come. They’ll kill you. They’ll wipe this place off the map.”

Lorgan Movellan, the leader of the Red Key Raiders on Tatioone’s, last words are that his masters will come and destroy Freetown for their rebellion. And that’s what I assume happened. Or the Hutts got their stuff together when it came to Jabba’s succession and agreed that whoever it was, it wasn’t one raised by some humans. So the bandits Peli said destroyed Mos Pelgo were either Hutt or Red Key ships that wiped Freetown of the map- presumably also killing Malakili and Issa-Or, as they’re nowhere to be seen. 

The small group of survivors living in the suburbs are defended by a demoralized Cobb Vanth. The name “Freetown” falls away, as does the term sheriff for some reason- becoming instead marshal.

III. The Tuskens

But what about the peace Vanth made with the local Tuskens, who helped him drive away the Red Key Raiders? How does a man go from allying with the Tuskens to saying “These monsters can’t be reasoned with” in four years. Well there are a few possibilities- all of which but the Tuskens in the right and make Vanth’s hatred of them a misunderstanding- all in line with the theme of the episode. And whatever it was, Din talked with the Tuskens and sorted everything out, so Vanth could once again trust them.

But what was the context of this treaty. The deal was, that in exchange for some water tributes, the Tuskens would allow Freetown to live on their sacred land. And then Malakili got his hands on a Krayt Dragon pearl (just like they get in the episode), which secured their protection of Freetown.

As for how all of this was communicated, my best guess for the translator was that it was Malakili. He strikes me as the kind of person who’d learn their sign language so he could learn all the Tuskens did about Banthas and Massiffs so he could perfect his craft.

But Malakili died in the attack that destroyed Freetown, so there is no way to parley with the Tuskens before Din comes to Mos Pelgo. So what are the possibilities of what could have caused this breakdown of the peace.

1. A time limit: This is the one I think is the least likely, because even if Malakili wasn’t a trained interpreter, I don’t think he’d miss something as important as this. And if the treaty just expired, Vanth wouldn’t have felt betrayed. But there might have been something related. For example, without Malakili they couldn’t adjust their water tribute to reflect their smaller population. Still, in this case, I still don’t think Vanth would feel so betrayed as to change his entire beliefs about Tuskens.

2. It’s just a different group: Tuskens organize themselves into clans. Their nomadic lifestlye could create a cycle where different clans end up living in different areas over a few years. This group had no treaty with Freetown. But Vanth saw all Tuskens as a monolith, so when the new group treated Mos Pelgo the way they’d always do, Vanth fought back- restarting the cycle of violence.

3. Someone in Mos Pelgo broke the treaty: In this scenario, a citizen of Mos Pelgo couldn’t handle the water tributes- perhaps because their smaller population made it a greater burden and it couldn’t be renegotiated- and so stole water from the Tuskens, destroying the treaty. But Vanth never found out about this, and blamed the Tuskens instead.

When the Aftermath trilogy finished, Freetown seemed like a new future for Tatioone- full of free people at peace with the Tuskens. But it seems like that’s not how things progressed. Still, with Din’s help, at least the revolutionary peace between Mos Pelgo and the Tuskens has been reestablished. 

[0mam]

my loyola sub,, hehe,, we jut sessioned for like 6h,, he brought me lilies, just lilies,, not cala lilies, but when i pointed them out to him he rewinded the video to familiarize himself with the specific type of lily i like the most out of all lilies.

Thats a nice name, lily. if i have children, i want them to be girls and to be named after flowers, magnolia, lily, chrysanthemum, or like Jasmine (that one kinda basic tho,, I want my child to have a unique name, it feels awesome to be the only “___” most people will meet)

Anyhow, yea, we did choking, spiting, slapping, spanking, impact play, forced sissyfying, and lots of teasing. Yea.. we also walked to get boba which was nice, he paid ofc, lol. I am spoiled. I love it. He also washed my dishes & paid me for my company/services/experience/beauty. 

I am so amazing. I love me. I am meant to be pined after. I am not supposed to be attainable except for the most elite of men. Like my boyfriend is allowed to date me because he’s 25 and moving to Chicago to go to UIC to pursue a PhD in Mathematics, after double-majoring in mathematics & engineering for his Masters at one of France’s best schools. So... Yea... Not to mention our sex is amazing, huge horse ween, (lowkey his family is loaded but that doesn’t matter, just feels nice that I am rich & so is he by association), he’s French, so romantic, great kisser, great lover, loves to worship my body, always spoils me. Honestly, my boyfriend is the standard. He really is the blueprint. I love him so much. Lately I’ve been wanting to tell him that I think he could be the love of my life... it’s really scary to think about, like saying that to him. I really believe it, I just feel vulnerable lol. Like,, really. I worship him as much as he worships me. I am learning French for him, I am going to make him a lovely appetizer, dinner & dessert for a late birthday celebration. I made him a banner that says “WELCOME HOME” which took me a couple hours but it was quarantine so i had plenty of time lol. I also made another that says “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” and I am excited to make his requested dessert. It’s a choux which I’ve made before so I think it will not be hard to make again, but he wants like these ice cream filled choux puffs that are then coated with tempered chocolate. Yes I am a bit intimidated by tempered chocolate but i know that i am an extremely patient person. 

Yea... I love him so much. He matches my level of devotion as well. That is probably what feels the most amazing. He always tries to spoil me, offering massages, making me breakfast before work so I can sleep in a bit more after a night of late sex, massages my feet, we makeout often, always wants to go on walks together, yea. I love him. I hope we dont change too much after he moves in. I love us now, I hope I can always love us this much. Even after the sex dies down, we can have mentally stimulating conversations about politics, domestic or foreign, the economy, views on policies, trade, but then we also have super dorky conversations as well. Yea... I love him so much. I am so so so smitten. I am so scared lol. 

He always insists on carrying the backpack, groceries, my jacket, my purse when I want to take photos, and literally my hand. Always. He’s always been so proud to be dating me, since I’ve gotten skinny, I feel somehow more deserving of him. Like of course i was deserving anyways, but idk... It’s just some type of validation i have given myself. I hope i do not gain too much weight around him. I do expect to gain a bit, the man is 1000% beefcake so he eats a lot, but I am hoping it’ll just add to the lil muscle I’ve built so far. 

Sigh. Yea. Smitten for sure. It’s hard to share these feelings even though I know no one is reading them. Just for me to say them and possibly see them in the future is a bit scary I guess. I think he’s the most amazing man I’ve met so far. If it doesn’t work I guess that’s okay.. tbh I was not expecting us to date this long lol like anywhere near this long. I thought he’d have a hard time with the distance and end it,, but no.. I showed him how to do it. I’ve always given him as much attention as he desires, except lately cause he’s on holiday & I’ve been holding sessions, so we’ve missed each other a bit but like,, he’s going to be here soon lol. I am thinking we should get like a 2/3 br apt so that way we have a bedroom, he has a study since he will be really busy with his school, and I can have a room for sessions. I think that would be nice. Like really nice. If I can continue to dom & make money this fast I am hoping to have a house by 30 but I will always hold onto my money as best as I can. Yea. 

The goal is to continue domming, make like all my money from that, be able to afford my portion of the bills, save a lot, go on a very nice vacation at least once every 2 years, and also go to school and have it paid for with subs money. 

The next purchases I will be making with subs money is to max out my retirement savings account, build a 3k$ pc, and then buy me a car, then get a macbook pro air whatever the nicest one is. Yea. I’m a fucking bad bitch. I love me. I am a goddamn hustler, but I’m gorgeous and smart. Yea.. I want submissives in France that will manage properties for me, or run a b&b and send me the profits every month. In exchange for their loyalty and devotion to their superior, when my boyfriend and i vacation in the south of france, we will stay in the property and maybe let the loser watch us fuck. we go at it like animals,, so hot. I love us. So happy right now. I really love him. I am going to put my all into this relationship and I think he will too. I love him. 

[midnightartemis]

Invisible Stars: Chapter One

Chapters: 28/? Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage Relationships: Kylo Ren/Rey, Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey/Ben Solo, Finn/Rose Tico, Poe Dameron/Rey, Poe Dameron/Finn, Poe Dameron/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Ben Solo, Finn (Star Wars), Poe Dameron, Rose Tico, Leia Organa, Han Solo, Luke Skywalker, Maz Kanata, Larma D'Acy, Amilyn Holdo, Snoke (Star Wars), Boba Fett, Bossk (Star Wars), Armitage Hux, Chewbacca (Star Wars), Arashell Sar Additional Tags: Mentions of Suicide, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Abuse, Drug Use, Suicide Attempt, Star-crossed, Dreams, Alternate Universe - High School, High School, School Dances, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Teen Angst, Foster Care, Forbidden Love, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Near Death Experiences, Multiverse, Reincarnation, Attempted Sexual Assault, Assault, Graphic Description, teenage romance, Teenage Drama, Horny Teenagers, Fluff and Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending

Chapter One

The call came suddenly like it always did. A new home. A new foster parent. A new school. At least this time I would be starting right at the beginning of the year. That was easier. I could work with that. I only hoped that this one would last.

I had my small bag of things packed within five minutes and I sat waiting anxiously on the edge of my government-issued co-housing bed. I wondered what shitty luck the universe had decided to drop on me this time.

It wasn’t that I was a bad kid. I tried to keep my head low, my grades high… it’s just that I usually got the short stick when it came to foster parents. The bad eggs. The abusers who somehow slipped through the cracks of the shitshow that is the United States child protective services.

It had become some sort of sick game for me. I move into a new home and it’s okay for a few days, weeks even. Then the abuse would start and I would start gathering evidence. When I had enough I’d wait until a particularly bad day to call the cops, drop the evidence, and get their licenses revoked.

I was a survivor. I could take the punches, the days without food, the yelling, and everything in between, but others couldn’t.

I check my watch and grab my bag. Time to go. My caseworker and house mom are waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. My caseworker is a tall, skinny woman with white-blond hair and a kind face. She tried her best, she really did. It wasn’t her fault I always found the worst homes. My house mom, known affectionately as Aunt Z, was much the opposite, short, large, and with a permanent scowl on her face. I also couldn’t blame her for that. She had to deal with all the girls who came through. I had only known her for two months, but that was long enough to know that she had a big heart. My heart hurts a little at the thought of leaving her, but I had very little control over where they sent me. Miss Holdo, my caseworker, breaks into a huge grin at the sight of me. “Miss Niima! All ready to go?”

I nod. It wasn’t like I had much of a choice.

“Girls,” Aunt Z barks. “Get in here and say goodbye to Rey.”

I bite my lip. I didn’t want a big send-off. I hardly knew most of the girl’s names. I only ever talked to most of them at group therapy sessions. It was better to not get attached. One by one, they trailed in. There were six of us in total. Most of them mumbled a goodbye and slunk back out of the room, but Ara raced up to hug me with tears in her eyes. She was the youngest of the group and had grown attached to me over the course of the summer. I hugged her back.

“It’s okay. I’ll make sure to text you and visit if I can.” She sniffled back her tears and I ruffled her red hair.

“Alright, time's a-wastin. On with you.” Aunt Z grumbled but affectionately patted my shoulder. It was her version of a hug.

Miss Holdo smiled and I followed her out the door, chatting as we walked to the car. “I think I found a good one, Rey.” Her eyes were a little guilty. “We’ve had really good success with her in the past. She only takes cases like yours and as soon as she saw your profile, she called me to ask about you.”

Great. I tried to hold back that flicker of hope in my subconscious. I had gotten my hopes up before and, yet, here I was again. I got in the passenger seat of Miss Holdo’s car and immediately took a piece of gum from the container on her dashboard. She started the car and I buckled up. She handed me the AUX cord as she always did.

I plugged the cord into my beat-up iPhone and started scrolling through my songs. Hozier sounded good. “Where are we headed?”

“Not far, just an hour. Republic.”

Republic. I had never been. New school. New people. New everything, then. Okay. “And this foster mom?”

“Unmarried. A bit older, in her fifties. She seemed very nice and very interested in you. She runs a tavern on the northeast side of town by the river.”

I frown. “Is she going to make me work there?”

“No. She told me that she likes to keep her work separate from her home life, especially when there is alcohol involved. She let me check her cupboards. There’s not a drop of alcohol in that house, Rey.”

I breathe a sigh of relief. “Okay.”

“I did a super thorough inspection. Even called her previous cases. They all stayed with her until they came of age. I really think this could be a good fit for you, Rey.”

In other words- don’t fuck it up. All I wanted was to put my head down and get through junior year in peace. “If you say so.”

We drive in silence. I look out the window watching the town of Jakku, Vermont slide away into the past. Holdo is bobbling along to the music and I close my eyes, soaking it in.

It’s late afternoon when Republic appears in front of us. Worn down houses and trailer parks line the streets of the southside. There are sketchy gas stations and abandoned storefronts. People sit on their porches and stand on corners, their eyes watching Holdo’s sleek black car as we drive past. I’m waiting for her to put her blinker on and turn off the main road towards one of the broken-down houses or parks, but she keeps going. The cracked sidewalks get a little nicer, the storefronts, less abandoned. We pass through two stoplights and then we’re crossing over a river and a trainyard. This side of the river, the houses are nicer, many of them newly renovated. We pass through a downtown shopping area filled with little boutiques, an ice cream shop, an old fashioned movie theater, a coffee shop. It’s quaint, perfect. “I think you missed your turn.”

Miss Holdo laughs. “Nope.”

Shit. Well, okay. I’d dealt with rich fosters before. It didn’t end well for them. Let’s just say that the dad was a little too hands-on. The anxiety is back in my chest. I worry my lip between my teeth. The downtown area slowly morphs into old historic houses and residential housing.

“I want to show you your new school first.” She seems much too excited. We keep driving until the historic houses have turned into rows of newer developments and gated communities. She takes a turn and we pull into the parking lot of a huge tan building. New Republic High School is marked on the side in large silver block letters. The front is filled with huge windows and the inside looks incredibly new and clean with white walls and wide stairs and solid oak doors leading to classrooms and offices.

I raise my eyebrows and Miss Holdo chuckles at my shocked look. “I know. It’s huge. Some of the best teachers in the state work here. They were very impressed with your transcripts, especially with everything you’ve been through. They still want you to take some placement tests, but they’re excited to have you.”

“Oh, okay.” I think I’m in shock, just a little bit. It all seemed too good to be true. Everything was completely different from the shitty schools in Jakku.

“Oh, shoot. We better go, I don’t want you to be late to meet her.” Holdo sped us out of the parking lot and back towards town. We pass by the new developments and into the historic district. We turn down a tree-lined road filled with huge Victorian, Colonial, and 1920s style houses. Everything seems picturesque, each lawn trimmed and cared for, the vines perfectly placed. Holdo slows and we pull up in front of a tiny 1920s bungalow. I breathe a little sigh of relief that it’s not one of the giant houses that flank either side. There’s a huge, old oak tree out front, a little brick path leads to the steps of the porch. There’s a light on. A white swinging bench is hung from the porch roof. The siding is painted almost a teal, seafoam green-blue with white trim. Flowers line the house and there’s a seashell wind chime hanging from the porch. My nerves make my stomach twist.

Holdo turns off the car and we get out. She grabs her bag of paperwork and we start up the path. I’m holding my breath as we climb the stairs of the porch and Miss Holdo knocks on the door.

“Oh! One second, one second! I’m here.” The door swings open and I look down at the smallest woman I think I’ve ever seen. She can’t be more than four-six, four-seven. I tower over her at five-eight. Her eyes are huge behind her round, black, thick-framed glasses. Her grey hair is coiffed perfectly and she’s dressed like she’s been working in the garden all day. I smile. She opens her screen door and beckons us in. “Come in, please. I hope you’re hungry. I made burgers on the grill. It’s such a nice day out and I couldn’t resist. Oh, where are my manners? You must be Rey. I’m Maz. Maz Kanata. I would prefer Maz over Mrs. Kanata, but,” she clicks her tongue. “I’ll also take ma.”

I’m completely overwhelmed. I glance at Miss Holdo and she shrugs. The door opens straight into the living room which is filled with an eclectic assortment of chairs and a couch. Art hangs on almost every surface and there’s a small TV over the fireplace. It’s warm and inviting if a bit chaotic. A set of stairs leads up to a second floor. We follow Maz through the living room and into a large kitchen. Everything seems like it was pulled out of a vintage magazine and cobbled together with love and color. There’s theory to the chaos. An archway leads to a dining room with a huge colorful table and none of the chairs match. A door in the kitchen leads to another porch outside. This one isn’t covered, but it overlooks the backyard. I can’t help but gasp at it. Stone paths circle raised garden beds. There are a hoop house and a pond and a bench beside a huge fir tree surrounded by flowerbeds. It’s beautiful. What the hell is happening?

There’s a table on the porch beside a grill and it’s been set for three. Maz hurries over. She’s awfully fast for an old woman. “Sit, sit. Please. I wasn’t sure if either of you were vegetarians, so I made some bean burgers that can make even a carnivore cry.”

I smile and take a seat. Shock. Yep. Definitely in shock. What’s the catch? Maz builds our burgers and piles our plates high with chips and fresh fruits and vegetables. She pours us a glass of lemonade each and finally, takes a seat. I hesitate, looking between Holdo and Maz, unsure of the protocol. Everyone was different. Maz's huge eyes glance at my plate. “Well, eat up, hun. You’re as skinny as a stick.”

I eagerly dig in and moan. It’s so good. “This is the best burger I’ve ever had.”

“Good. I’ll teach you how to make them. Now, business is best discussed over a good meal, let’s get on with all the legal mumbo-jumbo.” Maz winks at me and I giggle to myself. She was definitely different, like no foster I’d met before.

“Right.” Miss Holdo wipes her fingers on a napkin and pulls out my case file. It was far too thick and I glance at Maz, but she didn't seem fazed. Right. She would have seen it. “Miss Niima is to remain in your care for the foreseeable future. She will be taking classes at New Republic High, as we discussed. We will have weekly check-ins in person for the first two months. And if all parties are comfortable after those two months, we will move to bi-monthly check-ins until Miss Niima turns of age on October 13th, 2021, one year and two months from now. Miss Niima will also continue to go to group therapy sessions once a week with the local therapist. I believe you’ve already contacted him and gotten an introduction session set up?”

“Oh, yes.” Maz pulls a card out of her pocket. “Here’s the number and the date and time of the appointment.” She looks at me. “Wednesday afternoon, once you get out of school. But, we can schedule around any after school activities you want to take on.”

“After school activities?” My jaw drops. I’d never been given the opportunity.

“Oh yes, they have a billion different little groups and teams there. I’m sure you’ll find something.”

“Okay.” Holdo grins. “All I need for you to do is sign and Rey is in your care.”

I sign and then Maz signs. It didn’t take a lot for me to sign my life away. It was signed away a long time ago. This wouldn’t last, it never did.

“Now.” Maz folds her hands together. “I like to set down my expectations for you in front of your caseworker so that we can all be on the same page. If that’s okay?”

Again, not like I have much of a choice. I nod, curious to know. “Yeah. Yes.”

“School comes first. You can get a job if you want to, but you have to keep up your grades. Judging by your past transcripts though, that won’t be much of a problem, but I know that junior year comes with a lot of stress. I will make sure that you are safe, fed, and clothed. It’s up to you how you want to take my hospitality. I’ll hold you responsible for your actions, and breaking rules will have consequences. All the rules are posted on the fridge and you are welcome to discuss them with me at any time if you would like to amend them or add more. Okay?”

I nod.

“School night curfew is 10 pm. For every time you’re more than five minutes late, that curfew will be moved up by fifteen minutes. Weekends, we will start at 11 pm and go from there. There’s also a list of chores you’ll have to complete. They’re designed to help you become a self-sufficient adult. So, you’ll do your own laundry and clean your own room and dishes. You’ll also help me cook and work in the garden on the weekends. But,” Maz’s large eyes go very serious, and I still myself for the catch. “Above all, I want you to build relationships and trust. Trust goes both ways, Rey. You have mine, right now. From the start. If and when you have problems, I want you to be able to come to me. I will never call anyone on you as long as there’s no immediate harm to anyone. I’m on your side. And, I’m here for the long term. That means we work through our problems, together, okay?”

That was not the catch I was expecting. My heart is racing and I feel like I’m about to cry. It’s too good to be true. I guess I would believe her when I see it. “I- yeah… Okay.”

Maz smiles. “Good. School starts in the morning. I’ll be starting you off on a twenty-five dollar allowance. It should be enough for snacks at school and coffee with friends. If there are any other supplies you want, talk to me and I’ll see if I can get them for you. How’s that sound?”

“Okay. Twenty-five a month is more than I usually get, so-”

Maz chuckles. “No, sweetie. Twenty-five a week.”

My eyes go wide. “Oh.”

“I’ll be taking you to school and picking you up, but if you want to start learning to drive, I can make that happen. This is going to take a lot of communication, Rey. Probably a lot more than you’re comfortable with. But you can ask me any questions you want, okay?”

I nod, feeling overwhelmed.

“How are you feeling, Rey?” Miss Holdo looks over at me, a gleam in her eye.

“Ah… A little overwhelmed. I guess.”

“That’s perfectly normal. Should I let you get settled in?”

“Yeah.” I glance at Maz and she’s happily biting into her burger. She’s strange, but… I think I like her.

“You have my number, so don’t be afraid to call. I’ll see you Saturday morning at ten, okay?” Miss Holdo stands to leave and grabs her paperwork. “Thank you for the dinner, Maz.”

“Any time, hun. You should call more.” Maz raises her eyebrows.

“Sorry, Maz. I will. I promise.” Miss Holdo gives Maz a small hug and I’m left bewildered.

Maz sees my face and chuckles. “Long before she was your social worker, Rey, Amilyn was causing quite a bit of trouble for me.”

I suddenly understand Holdo’s certainty that I would be a good fit here. “You were in the system?”

Holdo nods. “Almost didn’t get out of it, if it wasn’t for Maz. She’s a good one, Rey. I promise. Just keep that nose out of trouble.”

“I don’t go looking for it,” I grumble. Holdo smiles and bids her goodbye. Maz gives a big old sigh and starts gathering plates. I automatically grab my plates and follow her into the kitchen.

“Just put the scraps in the compost bin and set your things on the counter. I’ll take care of it tonight. The rules are on the fridge if you want to read them over and sign them. We can discuss any of them that you want to.” Maz steps up on to a stool so that she can reach into the sink and starts running water for dishes.

I shyly make my way over to the fridge and read the list. It’s what she basically already told me plus a few extra notes about cleanliness and food. Anything not marked in the fridge is fair game. Shower regularly. Add necessities to the shopping list before Friday. All of it was already more room than I had ever been given in most households, that is beside the ones that didn’t give a shit. The last bullet just says- Respect is built. Love is given freely. Responsibility is learned. Trust goes both ways. Beside the rule list is a whiteboard daily chore chart. Weeding the garden is marked for Saturday and Sunday (subject to weather). Clean dishes and homework are marked every day. Sweep is marked every other day. Laundry and clean room are unmarked. The date of school starting and my therapy appointment is marked in red on a calendar. Despite the eclectic feel of her house, Maz seems incredibly organized. I pick up one of the markers stuck to the fridge and sign the rule list. I date it.

“All good?” Maz is waiting for me at the entrance to the living room. I nod and she gestures for me to follow her. I climb the stairs behind her and we end in a hallway. There’s a door in front of us, and another to my left and right. Maz gestures to the door in front of her. “My room. You need anything at any time and I’m in there you can knock .” She points to the door on my right. “That’s the office. There’s a computer in there that you can use to research, watch your Youtube videos. Though I think they give out laptops at that school now. I don’t know, I’m not the most technologically up today as the kids these days. I apologize in advance. There’s no cable and I can’t figure out the Apple TV doo-dangle-thing.” She points to a half-open door on the right side of the hall. “That’s your bathroom. I never go in there so, you’re responsible for telling me when shit breaks. I went out and got you some supplies, but if there’s anything else you need, let me know. Now…” Maz opens the final door on my left and flips on a light. She leads me into a simple room, painted cream and blue stripes. There’s a twin bed covered in a white comforter pressed against the wall, a wooden desk under the window, a dresser against the wall with a record player and a box of records, and an open door to a walk-in closet that looks like it’s filled with clothes. I can’t help but stop and stare.

“This is mine?” I set my one bag down at my feet.

“All yours, hun. You can arrange it and paint it how you want. Most of this stuff is leftover from previous girls. You can have whatever you want and anything else, I can put in storage. I think Jyn left a lot of her old clothes and you’re about her size.” Maz looked over the room. “Tomorrow, if you want, we can go shopping for any clothes you might need. Underwear. Bras. Whatever. Oh, and this is for you, for your first day.”

Maz picked a plain blue backpack up off the bed and handed it to me. I took it hesitantly and unzipped it. It was filled with notebooks and pens and pencils and even a calculator. Tears sting at my eyes. It’s too good. It’s too good to be true.

“Oh, hun. Can I give you a hug?”

I nod and her surprisingly strong arms wrap around me. I break and tears fall and I’m sobbing now. I didn’t deserve this. I didn’t deserve any of this.

[briswriting]

i was tagged by @kenmaksuwu ily sam mwah

have you ever been punched/punched someone? i have lightly punched/has been lightly punched by brother and sister LOL but i’ve never full on decked someone

movie you could watch every day without getting bored? any of the narnia movies i am so soft for all of the pevensies 

the first song you remember listening too? okay so i dont remember first song BUT my first concert was the cheetah girls concert with miley cyrus/hannah montana LOL

favourite conspiracy theory? omg any of the government ones are amazing like the fbi agents watching us through our cameras, the pigeons are robots watching us they're great 

dream occupation? becoming a forensics analyst with my chem degree is the plan hehe

softest/cutest song in your playlist? i have a playlist called “:(( boops” and its not because they're sad songs its because and i quote from my playlist bio “sad because we want to be in love” and its literally full of soft and cute love songs that are both sad and happy ones to fill the void of having no love life in my heart BUT my fav song on this extremely large playlist atm is hurricane by the aces

favourite book? the harry potter books they got a place in my nerdy ass heart

have you ever experienced the Mandela effect, if so, what happened? i don’t think i personally have, but the ones people point out on social media gets to me like the berenstain bears istg it was the bernstein bears asdgfhgjhk

do you believe in ghosts/spirits/demons/afterlife all that? any supernatural shit i believe it !!

creepiest experience? this is more so a scaryish experience BUT my apartment is like less than a block away from campus so i walk to and from school when i have classes/extracurriculars but my campus is smack down right in the middle of downtown so i got out of a pledge meeting late like at 1am and i was walking home alone and that was the scariest shit because there be crackheads everywhere in downtown and omg i heard someone walking behind me and i just like straight up started walking as fast as my little legs could carry me 

i was also tagged by @miyulovestowrite ily too miyu bb besitos for you

sticky notes or notepads? sticky notes!! i have a whole bunch of those cute little sticky tabs too that are like animals and stuff ahaha 

apple or android? apple!

what’s your favorite kind of weather? fall is my fav season! so like warm but not too warm where i could wear a jacket over a cute top and shorts

if you could marry one irl person, who would it be? my obsession with tom holland died down but i would still love to marry him hehe

who’s the one fictional character who’s death you cried over the most (there’s gotta be at least one,,,) i cried over A LOT of characters when i read harry potter LOL also assassination classroom i ugly cried y'all know why if you watched it

what’s one thing about your past that you miss? i miss doing ballet !!

if you could change your name what would you change it to? i actually like my name hehe

what’s your favorite highlighter color? the pastel color highlighters !! so like light pink, lavender, and light blue!!

if you were allowed to go outside rn where would you be? hanging out with my friends probably to get boba LOL

describe your favorite writing utensil. omg so ive been using the same pencil for like the past 3 years LMFAO its a pink pentel lead pencil 

my questions: 

funniest group chat name first fandom you were ever in  randomly choose a song from your favorite playlist   if you could be placed in any fictional universe, which one and why favorite color combo if you could have a superpower what what would it be chocolate or vanilla  favorite disney movie  current favorite fandom  if you could have ANY animal as a pet what would it be 

tagging: @mikwrites @nekomas-kuroo @blkjackals @hq-vbc @haikoo @vventure @akaashichigo

[lebritneeey]

Second Chance (1/??)

inspired by don’t wanna cry, lie again and second life & a little idea from reply 1997 and 1988.

genre: romance. fluff, angst, love rivals etc lmao pairing: y/n x ??? (svt)

a/n: hi guys! so my imagination started running after listening to dwc, lie again and second life on repeat lmao. i’ve always love reading angsty fics and so i came up with this series based on these three songs! disclaimer!! if there’s any similarity with other fics, it is coincidental, everything written here is based on my idea! no to plagiarism!! also, pics and gifs here are NOT mine! hope you guys enjoy this series i might be posting this on aff too so don’t be alarm if you come across it on aff! enjoy!

SERIES MASTERLIST

What if you could get a second chance at love? What if it was the wrong time but the right person all along? Would you take it? This second chance?

Meet y/n, a 25 year old girl who had to revisit the city she once loved, Seoul. It was a city filled with both good and bad memories for her. When she left, she swore never to return. But here she is, back in Seoul, hoping to not run into a certain old flame that might reopen old wounds and remind her of how broken hearted she was back then.

prologue | chapter 1 | chapter 2

chapter 1: the time where we all first met.

nov 2020, Incheon International Airport, 3:36pm (KST)

Y/n stepped out of the airport, pushing her luggage alongside her. She took a deep breath, exhaling as she busk in the cold air around her. She couldn’t experience weather like this back in Singapore so this is probably one of the things she missed about Korea. 

“Hey, y/f/n y/l/n!!” Y/n turned to the direction of her name being yelled. She smiled at the two people whom she hasn’t seen for quite some time. Choyi and Hana ran over to her and gave her tight hug. “Wow we were so damn excited when you texted us and said you were visiting!!” Choyi jumped up and down, grabbing y/n’s luggage. 

“Come on, we got a lot of catch up on.” Hana grinned as the trio went to Hana’s car. Instead of choosing to stay at a hotel, y/n chose to stay with Choyi at her new apartment. It was definitely bigger and nicer than the house they stayed during their college experience, the only difference is that Hana won’t be staying with them as she got married to her long time boyfriend. 

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Seoul, 5:43pm (KST)

“wow Choyi.. this place is definitely an upgrade compared to the house we lived in back when we were in college!” Y/n eyes widened as she stepped into the apartment. The living room spacious, there’s an open kitchen and counter along with four bedrooms and two medium sized bathrooms. 

“Well, thankfully the very first job I got paid me quite well plus I just got promoted so this apartment was worth the investment.” Choyi said as she led Y/n into the guestroom. “Here is your room for the next few weeks!” Y/n sat her luggage at one corner as she sat on the bed. “Thank you so much for the offer Choyi, I’d rather stay here and catch up with you and Hana rather than staying at a hotel despite my company paying for it.” 

“Then unpack later y/n! I brought some food for you to enjoy~” Hana yelled from the living area. Oh how she missed the girls, Y/n smiled as she spotted a few korean delicacies on the table. Aside from the weather, she definitely missed the food here as well. 

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7:32pm (KST)

“So you guys didn’t want a wedding at all?! Why not?!” Y/n asked Hana as she took a sip of the kimchi stew in front of her. Hana shrugged, “it was quite a hassle so we went for a small ceremony instead. I’m sorry for not inviting you, I just thought you didn’t want to be back here in Seoul.” Y/n shook her head, “It’s alright, but I have to be there next time for your future child’s hundred day old party okay?” Hana gave an ‘okay’ sign as she grabbed more kimchi. 

As the evening passes by, the girls were sitting down around the sofa, reminiscing about their college life. “Do yall remember the time where I forgot to bring my keys and got locked outside for five hours cause you two were having classes so there wasn’t anyone to open the door for me?” Y/n burst out laughing when Hana mentioned the incident. 

“Omg, I remembered when you called me five times while I was having my lecture and i got a little annoyed so I picked up and yelled at you forgetting that I was in a hall full of hundred students.” Choyi laughed as she continued, “y/n was beside me and she was having second hand embarrassment.” Y/n nodded in agreement, giggling. “I sure did.” 

“What about the time when Yoojin confessed to Choyi but she turned him down cause he didn’t drink bubble tea at all?!” Y/n nudged the girl while chuckling. “Hey, I drink lots of boba so I expect my future husband to drink boba too!” Hana and Y/n shooked their head, wondering what was Choyi really thinking then. 

“OMG, remember the first month into the semester and we got to see the Golden Disk Awards live FOR THE FIRST TIME?!” Choyi squealed as she started listing the bands that were at the award show not before getting shushed by Hana. Choyi looked at Hana quizzically for a second before she went into a “oh..” and they both turned to look at Y/n. 

The two girls knew Choyi had hit a spot when she mentioned the time where they went to see some kpop bands performed live at the GDA awards. Y/n went silent for a moment before smiling, “it’s fine you two. You don’t have to watch what you say around me, really. I’m okay.” 

Silence filled the air for a few minutes before Hana spoke, changing the subject and attention onto other things. 

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Flashback: Jan 2017, Seoul

"...therefore you are all expected to hand in the five page essay by the end of this month. Understood? Alright, see you all next week.” 

Y/n sighed as she packed her stuff. It’s a few weeks into her exchange program at Yonsei university but she’s starting to feel the burn just by receiving her assignments. Just gotta find the silver lining.. she thought as she walked out of the lecture hall. 

“Y/n!!” Choyi ran towards her, catching her breath as she stopped in front of the doors to the lecture hall. “Choyi! I was wondering where you were.” Y/n noticed the disheveled hair and the unzipped backpack and chuckled, “did you woke up late from your afternoon nap at the library?” 

Choyi pouted as she peeped into the lecture hall. “Class has ended?! So fast?!” Y/n shooked her head and look at her watch. “Not really, professor lee ended right on time.” The pair started walking to the main foyer of the campus and sat down on a bench. They were waiting for Hana to finish her classes so that they could walk home together. Choyi and Y/n were both communications major thus they have the same classes whereas Hana is a business major. 

“Hello children~” Hana walked over to the girls, calling them in a happy tone. “Why do you sound so happy?” Choyi asked as the three of them start walking out of the campus. 

“Because..” Hana stopped and pulled three tickets out of her bag and waved it in front of Choyi, “you’re are going to thank me for these Choyi dear!” Eyebrows raised, Choyi grabbed a ticket from her hand while Hana passed another to Y/n who took it, feeling confused. 

“OH. MY. GOSH.” Choyi exclaimed as her eyes widened. Y/n read the words on the ticket. 

Golden Disc Awards 2017

“Golden Disc Awards? Isn’t it that music award show?” Y/n asked before flinching at Choyi’s screams. “YES. THAT AWARD SHOW. WHERE ALL MY FAVORITE KPOP BANDS ARE GOING TO BE PERFORMING AT!!!!!” Hana smirked at Choyi’s excitement. 

“Bands like IOI, EXO, BTS, Monsta X annnnnnnnnnd” 

Hana turned to Y/n, “wait for it..��� 

“SEEEEEEVEEEEENTEEEEEEEEN!!!!!!!!” Choyi screamed and jumped around which caused the people around them to give the trio weird and dirty looks for making so much noise. But clearly the girl didn’t care. She grabbed Y/n by the arm, still jumping up and down. “Omg, y/n you’re gonna love them. LIKE A CHANCE TO SEE THEM LIVE OMG.” 

Y/n chuckled at Choyi’s excitement, “sure why not? I could use a tiny break from the upcoming stress.” Hana reached down her bag and pulled out three passes. “You are going to love me ten times more because.. we got backstage passes too!” 

Choyi stopped jumping and turned towards Hana. “OH. MY. GAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!”

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Enroute to the GDA 2017, Seoul, 3:28pm (KST)

The girls were on the way to the Golden Disc Awards with Hana as the driver while Y/n sat beside her in the passenger seat and Choyi at the back (because she couldn’t stop rambling on and on about who she’s going to ask for an autograph later). 

“I still cannot believe you hid the fact that Joohyeon oppa works at freaking Pledis Entertainment!!!” Choyi crossed her arms and made a ‘hmpf’ sound as she stare out the window. Hana shrugged as she eyed on the road. “You never ask~” It turns out that Hana’s boyfriend of three years was a dance trainer at Pledis Entertainment thus she was able to get the special passes and tickets to the award show. 

“Which band do you wanna meet later on Y/n?” Hana asked. Y/n pondered for a while, she don’t really know much about kpop and who were active in the scene. “I don’t know a lot of bands but since Choyi wants to meet Seventeen, then I’ll just follow her.” Y/n smiled as Choyi nodded in agreement, “good taste Y/n!” Hana rolled her eyes but smiled as she continued the drive towards the venue. 

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GDA 2017, Seoul, 5:03pm (KST)

The girls met up with Hana’s boyfriend, Joohyeon who brought them backstage. The red carpet was over so the celebrities were all in their dressing rooms getting ready before the show starts. 

“Oppa, is Seventeen in their dressing room? Choyi is getting a little impatient.” Hana nodded towards the back and sighed. Joohyeon chuckled as he pointed to the front of the corridor, “They’re just in front.” 

Y/n looked around backstage, staffs were running here and there, some were carrying bags full of makeup while some were carrying a bunch of outfits. What seemed like a bunch of celebrities were also walking around, she could easily guessed they were members of a kpop band judging by their bling bling outfits, hair colors that popped and very thick makeup. 

So this is how it feels seeing celebrities up close.. Y/n thought as she walked with the girls towards Seventeen’s dressing room when all of sudden she needed the washroom. “I gotta go to the bathroom, you guys will be at the room in front right?” She asked Choyi who absent-mindedly nodded as she stared at more celebrities passing by. 

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5:08pm (KST)

After using the washroom, Y/n came out only to find the area she was at so much more crowded compared to a few minutes ago. How the heck did it get so crowded now?! She tried finding her way to the corridor she was at before but it seemed like it disappeared. Am I lost?! 

Y/n looked left and right, wondering which way to go. She knew Hana and Choyi were most likely at Seventeen’s dressing room so she just gotta find her way there. But no one seemed free enough to help her and people were hurrying here and there. Right when she was about to take out her phone to call one of the girls, a voice appeared behind her. 

“Excuse me, are you lost?” She turned to see a good looking guy smiling at her. He’s definitely a celebrity, despite him wearing a normal outfit, the hair and makeup gave it away. But damn, this guy is handsome though he seemed familiar somehow.. 

“Uhm.. yes. I looked like a lost sheep isn’t it?” Y/n sheepishly asked as she rubbed her arms in an awkward manner. The guy chuckled as he asked her where she needed to go. 

“Oh, my friends are at Seventeen’s dressing room!” She pointed out. The guy’s eyebrows rose in surprised, “oh? I’m headed there too. I’ll bring you.” He nodded in the direction they were supposed to go. “Follow me.”

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Seventeen’s dressing room, 5:19pm (KST) 

“Y/n! What took you so long?” Hana asked as Y/n entered the room. “I got lost but no worries, I found my way thanks to that guy.” She whispered back and nodded towards her helping hand. Hana was about to question more but got interrupted. 

“Say the name! Seventeen! Hello, we are Seventeen!” The members introduced themselves to the girls and Joohyeon spoke, “alright, guys remember what we have practiced so far for the performance later on! Fighting!” The members cheered in reply as they scattered to get ready for the show, in particular, the guy who brought Y/n to their dressing room took his seat at the dressing table while staffs begin touching up his makeup and hair. 

So he’s a member of Seventeen, no wonder I find him a little familiar just now.. He looked up and gave a small smile to her and went back to browsing through his phone. 

While Choyi was busy asking for autographs and pictures, Y/n spotted a cute polaroid film camera on the dressing table. That film camera is cute, it looks like it’s been decorated nicely.. “Whose is this? It looks nicely decorated” Y/n asked the staff at the dressing table. “Ah this, it belongs to --” 

“SEVENTEEN, get ready in five minutes!” A staff hollered, making everyone scramble and thus the busyness starts again. “Y/n, we gotta find our seats!” Hana said as she pulled Choyi away, stopping her from being over zealous towards the members. Y/n nodded and left, not before smiling politely at a few of them as she made her way out. 

“Hyung, one of them is your girlfriend right?” Hoshi asked Joonhyeon. “Yup, the other two girls are her friends.” 

“They’re both pretty! Especially the quiet one.” Jun pointed out cheerfully. Some members nodded in agreement. “The quiet one? Oh is it that girl who passed by me on the way out..?” S.Coups asked no one in particular. “I think the bubbly girl was cute, she’s really a big fan of us!” Dino exclaimed while Woozi rebutted, “nah, she’s a little too loud and noisy.” 

“Jeonghan hyung, where did you go just now? I couldn’t find you after I raided the vending machine, man it was so crowded outside” Vernon asked the older guy. “Ah, I went to the washroom, must have eaten something bad.” Jeonghan sighed as he sat down, waiting for the staff to signal them. 

“SEVENTEEN, time to get to your seats!” A staff announced as the members scrambled out of the dressing room. 

“Oh, almost forgot about this! Better keep it safely so I won’t lose it~” One of them grabbed the polaroid camera and stuffed it in his bag before running out of the dressing room. 

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nov 2020, seoul, 9:26pm (KST)

Y/n was halfway through unpacking her luggage when Choyi knocked on the door. “Come in!” 

Choyi popped her head through the doorframe, “need any help?” Y/n shooked her head as she put away her remaining clothes into the wardrobe. “I’m almost done, it’s fine~” Choyi nodded and came into the room with a box. “I wanna pass you this..” She handed the box over to y/n. “When you left Korea that day you forgot to pack this so I kept it for you. I wasn’t sure if you wanted it back but I’ll just let you decide. It’s fine if you don’t wanna keep it, I can help you throw it away or something.” 

Y/n opened the box and inside it were albums. SVT’s albums to be exact, all signed with personalised messages addressing to y/n. “I remembered every time one of these was produced, be it mini album or a full length one, the boys will always gift us a physical copy. But we all know yours was always special.” Choyi looked at Y/n gently. 

Y/n kept quiet as she flipped through each album to a certain page. Gosh, it’s been so long since she saw these - pictures of him. Tears started filling her eyes as she read those loving messages from him to her. Upon seeing y/n about to cry, Choyi immediately wrapped her arms around y/n’s shoulders. “Oh no, I am so sorry y/n. I shouldn’t have kept this box in the first place knowing it’s going to remind you of--” 

“No no, it’s fine. Thank you though Choyi, I appreciate the thought.” Y/n assures Choyi. 

“I’m back with the chicken and more beers! Time for supper!” 

Y/n and Choyi heard the door closed. “Hana’s back with chimaek! Come on, some nice snacks with cheer you up!” Y/n nodded and packed the albums back into the box one by one before leaving the room not knowing that a piece of photocard had slipped out and dropped onto the floor, under her bed. 

[suburban-satan]

shit my friends say

So I made a list of all the wild shit my friends say, started in January 2018 and still going. It's one year old I guess? Well, enjoy what I have so far!

2018 -d a d d y w i s e -well there’s chains on the ground so that must mean this was a kinky sex dungeon -GORSH MICKEY NOT MY G SPOT -I can wait until I turn 40 so I can troll Japanese Girls on roblox -what if we all looked like mike wizowski but our heads were the same size as they are now -I wanna give pot to a bird -I take pills without water -daddies cummie wummies are the best cummie wummies -enjoy your nonexistent stomach acid -cum glaze -I hope you choke on MY meat -who hasn’t been on pornhub -(wipes tears away and starts belting despacito) -MY GAY IS BEING TRIGGERED -that omelet looks delouse -is semen a liquid or solid -iTs nOt aQuaNauTs yOu uNculTurEd fOoK -vaginas are scary -what is menstruation -you should change your name to pussy something -my gay has been activated -“have you ever owned a vibrator?” “No” “would you like to rent one” -“do you like glazed or cream filled” -wHaT dOeS cUm sOuNd LiKe -he is on too much fertilizer -sometimes cum is hot I know from experience -if you jerked off at the speed of sound would your dick be on fire -I don’t have a sonic fetish -can your dick ignite because of the heat of your cock -aren’t dicks like cannons -who the fuck draws a glowing peepee on a skeleton -honey Freddy freaker is dancing in the living room -does penis smell like garlic -she don’t swallow in this household -*downloading garrison nudes* -don’t you realize that tentacle porn is just using octopus arms as a dildo -frickle my nipples -Minecraft porn consists of the male genitalia replaced with a stick -OOPSIE WOOPSIE!! Uwu We make a fucky wucky!! A wittle fucko boingo! The code monkeys at our headquarters are working VEWY HAWD to fix this! -“I’m big for an asian” -cockilicous -“His anal glands need milking” -fready flipper -FREADY FAPPER -daddy better make me choke -does Freddy freaker have a mutated alien dick -sonic breaks the sound barrier by beating his meat -the sun looks like it’s gon vore you -bootyhole exploration -is megalovania sex music -i like to drink cock -cum is just genital snot -penis musk -Shid piz and farbt -Bull + shit = sis it don’t add up -Hey don’t tell me at least once in your life you haven’t thought about being gently caressed across the genitalia by the kraken -I swallow boba like i swallow cum -I wuv fungus kun, the way he waps a awond my tosie wosies so tight! He’s gibing me a huggie!!!! Fungus kun gibes my tosies a new color too!!!! Wat a good fungus kun make my doki doki go “ UAU” heeheehee -eating banana with the banana peel -orang juce -father I want cheddar -don’t you just look at someone and think about how long their neck is -breathing is just boneless vaping -get outta here juuling criminal -yall ever succ a dick for juul pods -unironically drawing miss piggy -“Jack don’t let go 😱🤭🤭, jack sweetie 😐👀 if you let go 🙊🙈 you’re weave 🙀🙀 gone 😇😘💅” -I've been watching spooky movies for 5 hour -omg it’s daddy sans undertaker!!! -bröther -I ate my sister -are you'd's't've kidding me? -oh youtube please don't show me the shrek movies rn -My brother is calling me out on the family group chat for eating a bowl of peanut butter -Hamilton is best girl -get outta here you fuckin loyalist -what doesn’t cum have -drink flex seal and you won’t have to worry about a marriage -I feel water. -“Superfood or supergross? Is Sperm good?” -coochie hands gucci bands -just imagine trying to cast a spell and then you get disturbed by a banjo -toto africa is sex music now and everytime they say rain it’s just cum -y'all ever burp in your mouth and exhale it through your nose like a vaper -how dare them make my green senpai an honorable member of society -If you didn’t search big boobs video on google at least once are you really a Gen Z kid????? -laugh pussies -i’m watching the history of japan on pornhub -we have the same name because we are secretly the same person -what if you eat your phone and it’s all in your tummy -why would you ever think i’m not serious all the time you silly dragon but we’re both (my name) so we can be the silly dragon together -why would you wash your face before you go to bed when your tears wash it off for you *wooshing noises* -I want to drive a bus because I like busses -my shoe broke -why does everyone talk about the drugs i’m eating -i’m going to break her because she’s talking about smoking cocaine and I don’t like drugs -(stage whisper) metal heads live among us but we don’t know because they look like normal people -oh bye mr music teacher -the pussy? designer. cucci, if you will. -DID I HEAR S A N S P O R N -"i'm about to nay nay on your dead fucking corpse" -alert alert the toes are coming -you got a fucking problem with my 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐬? -imagine using an oven for something designed for a microwave this post was made by the doesnt have much motivation gang -Please take my Minnesotan snow Wait that sounds like Minnesotan cocaine -when you funny scream -"dating the Bill of Rights for fun" is now exactly how I'm going to describe my hyperfixations -the penguin  from fruit loops is a twink (bitch its a toucan) -if white cheese exists is there black cheese -What’s rosum opossum -whale cum -dicko mode -(GETTIN SOME CHRISTMAS SPIRIT UP IN THAT PUSS) -pennies more like penis amirite -It’s Sunday don’t forget to squeeze cheese on the cat -the grinch is dr seuss’s fursona -everyone is gangster until the trees start speaking vietnamese -big chungus is my dad -“if the apocalypse happened what would you do” “eat bees” -I'm tired as fuck but I gotta wait until it's 4:20 to go to bed -mom: you need to be reasonable and wait two hours before having another brownie me, stuffing my mouth full of brownie: br o w n y s -This honey in whole foods is in fucking comic sans -it's more likely that I'll guess someone is gay before I remember the existence of women -im gonna say it again for the people in the back:

i eat bees -Thanos penis, it's actually called a thenis -yort -uwu its the mowst thorstiewst time of the yeaw uwu -It is I Teh gromc -The gronk is here to say eat all the dish soap in the house -the grinch but he's wearing crocs the entire time -answer my question or else i will establish sans porn -You make him doki doki uwaaaaa!!!! -birdbox but all the bird sounds are replaced by cardi b noises -THE GROMPK IS TOO POWERFUL -consume ocean sauce -square up in judge judys court -half consumes ocean sauce -ice juce -frick stick -you guys wanna read undertale fanfiction     -2019- -it might be 2019 but thats not gonna stop me from terrorizing my family's groupchat -(pineapple voice) first date idea: digest eachother -Wait dennys will arrest you for doing illegal things?? -pls purify me -my toes are very succulent today -two succs having flex two succs having sex my muscles my muscles involuntarily checks -f u r r y , N a s h . -Perfect for all occasions! Spill something on your nice shirt, give a messy blowjob, and sphagetti!!! -Do you want cum on your nice shirt??? -it would be nice if i had cum on my shirt -cocc succ machine -I KNOW TONGUE JUTSU -I feel like i’m in a meat prison -hi you obese elephant -plant porn is just flowey porn -We all love the out of the box 4am messages we get -YOU LIKE SNAS PEEPEE

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Final Blog After Ireland

Hi everyone! I’m back in Michigan for my final blog a week after completing my study abroad program in Ireland. This week has been fun, but I’m still missing Ireland a lot. I spent most of the first half of my week relaxing at home. I slept in almost everyday, played plenty of video games, and watched a movie with my family. Then, on Thursday night, I drove to Ann Arbor to visit my girlfriend for the weekend.

Ann Arbor Visit

On Friday afternoon, my girlfriend and I drove to Ypsilanti to try out the IHOP Minions Menu. We both ordered Gru’s Evil Steakburger which was topped with bacon, onions, jalapeños, pepper jack cheese, and sharp cheddar mac and cheese. The burgers were delicious and definitely filling. In addition to the burgers, we ordered a Minion Mango OJ Splasher drink and a Ba-Ba-Banana Milkshake. Both of those also were delicious. Overall, I highly recommend the Minions Menu to everyone reading this. 

Our Gru’s Evil Steakburgers, Minion Mango OJ Splasher, and Ba-Ba-Banana Milkshake that we ordered off of the IHOP Minions Menu

On Saturday, we both went to No Thai for the first time. I ordered the beef pad thai meal and it was ready within 5 minutes of us ordering. Not only was it ready extremely quickly, it was also extremely delectable. I’m definitely going to be eating there a ton when I go back to school this year. To end off the night, we got boba at the Quickly Boba Cafe. 

My parents and brother drove up to Ann Arbor on Sunday to take us out to dinner. We ended up going to Totoro where we enjoyed some amazing sushi and beef teriyaki. 

Final Thoughts on Big 10 STEM and Irish Studies at UCD Program

After having a bit of time to reflect on the program over the past week I can confidently say that this program was one of the best six weeks of my life without a doubt. Not only did I grow academically, but I also grew as a person. Experiencing a completely different culture, adapting to a unique new environment, and meeting plenty of new people has helped me learn how other cultures view the US, what to expect when traveling to new places, and how fun it can be traveling abroad. I will definitely be looking to travel to new other countries and experience other cultures whenever I can in the future after participating in this program. I also cannot stress enough how much I recommend studying abroad or just visiting new countries and cultures if you’re able to everyone reading this blog. 

Sadly, this is the end of my final blog. Thank you all for following my journey throughout Ireland and I hope you enjoyed it! Cheers!

Dominick Thornton

Computer Science 

Big 10 STEM and Irish Studies at UCD

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Not Your Pre-Pandemic Las Vegas A decade ago, after a rained-out Thanksgiving desert camping trip with our five kids, my wife, Kristin, and I headed to the nearest available lodging, the now-shuttered Hard Rock Casino in Las Vegas. Watching our brood eat their Thanksgiving meal as cigarette smoke and slot-machine clamor wafted over their cheeseburgers, Kristin and I locked eyes with an unspoken message: We ar­­e the world’s worst parents. We have avoided Las Vegas with the kids since then, but an aborted drive to slushy Aspen this April with three of our heirs caused us to pause in Vegas. At the time, the city was just awakening from its Covid slumber, with mandatory masks and limited capacity in most indoor spaces, traffic so light that cars were drag-racing down the normally packed Strip, and a lingering, troubling question over the whole place: Will this reopening really be safe? But extraordinary things have been happening during this slumber, and while we were only going to spend one night there, we had so much fun that we ended up staying four. At first we spent most of our time in the relative safety of the outdoors, but then we started to relax along with the rest of the city, drowning our hands beneath the ubiquitous liquid sanitizer dispensers, masking up and heading indoors. I knew things had shifted in Sin City when, while maneuvering the minivan through some seemingly dicey neighborhood between Downtown and the Strip, I noted on the back alley wall of a hair salon a striking mural depicting the cult outsider artist Henry Darger’s seven Vivian Girl warriors in their trademark yellow dresses. What were the Vivian Girls doing here? Farther along, Vegas’s ghost-town adult stores, shuttered warehouses and other buildings were also sporting increasingly elaborate murals: a blood-squirting horned lizard spanning half a city block; a dog with an impressively slobbering tongue piloting an open cockpit plane; a colorful phoenix and dragon rising like fireworks from an empty parking lot — all producing collective surprised “Wows!” from inside our minivan. Las Vegas, it seems, is emerging from the Covid crisis as a place of spectacle and creativity, especially outside the air-conditioned gambling ghettos of the Strip. Over the next four days we did a lot of walking, crawling, flying and even railroading, all of it away from the casinos. We explored the Arts District, an area that has gone into hyper drive — so much so that we waited 30 minutes to get into my once “secret” Colombian breakfast joint, Makers & Finders — and wandered along Spring Mountain Road, the hub of the city’s Chinatown, rapidly expanding westward. In the midcentury mecca of East Fremont Street, a $350 million investment by the tech titan Tony Hsieh, who died last year, has produced a boulevard of fantastical art installations, restored buildings and a sculptural playground surrounded by stacked shipping containers converted to boutiques and cafes, all guarded by a giant, fire-spewing, steel praying mantis. “Vegas is going through a cultural renaissance,” a former member of the city’s Arts Commission, Brian “Paco” Alvarez, told me in a recent telephone interview. “A lot of the local culture that comes out of a city with two million unusually creative people didn’t stop during the pandemic.” A mysterious, windowless building The most striking newcomer is Area15, which opened in February in a mysterious, airport-hanger-size, windowless building two miles west of the Strip. Imagine an urban Burning Man mall (indeed, many of the sculptures and installations came from the annual arts festival held in northern Nevada), with some dozen tenants providing everything from virtual reality trips to nonvirtual ax throwing, accompanied by Day-Glo color schemes, electronic music, giant interactive art installations and guests flying overhead on seats attached to ceiling rails. Face masks are currently only mandatory in Area15 for self-identified unvaccinated people, though some of the attractions within still require face masks for everyone. Everywhere, we encountered the constant presence of cleaning attendants spraying and wiping surfaces. On the second floor of Area15’s art riot I met an old acquaintance from New York, Chris Wink, one of the co-founders of the joyously weird Blue Man Group, who was bringing his creative magic to Area15 in the form of a “Psychedelic Art House Meets Carnival Funhouse” called Wink World (adult tickets start at $18). Wink World is centered around six rooms with infinity mirror boxes reflecting Slinkys, plasma balls, fan spinners, Hoberman Spheres and ribbons dancing to an ethereal soundtrack of electronic music, rhythmic chanting and heavy breathing. “I worked on these installations for six years in my living room in New York,” Mr. Wink told me. “I was trying to evoke psychedelic experiences without medicine.” My unmedicated children were transfixed, as if these familiar toys frolicking into eternity were totems to their own personal nirvanas. I’ve never seen them stand so still in front of an art exhibit. Lava-filled caves and artificial lawns Omega Mart (adult admissions start at $45, face mask and temperature check mandatory), the biggest attraction in the complex, lines one side of the complex’s atrium and seemed — at first — to provide a banal respite from Area15’s sensory overload. Along the sale aisles I found Nut Free Salted Peanuts, Gut Monkey Ginger Ale and cans of Camels Implied Chicken Sop. My kids, good campers, immediately ducked into a small demonstration tent erected in the back of the store. They never came out again. A hidden entry brought them through the wall and into a world of artificial lawns, lava-filled caves, drab offices, a desert canyon, locker rooms, a secret bar and other divergent spaces often linked by hidden entrances. “Pull every knob and open every closet you see, Dad,” my daughter, Vivian, breathlessly advised as she whizzed by me for the fourth time in this 52,000-square-foot maze. Created by the renowned Santa Fe artist collective Meow Wolf (the name derived from pulling two random words from a hat during their first meeting), Omega Mart is an amalgamation of some 325 artists’ creations tied together by disparate overlapping story lines which one can follow — or not. For a short time, I tracked the story of the takeover of Omega Mart’s corporate headquarters by a hilariously manipulative New Agey daughter, and then got sidelined into the tale of a teen herbalist leading a rebellion to something else. I have no idea what I experienced other than that Brian Eno composed the music to one of the installations. None of my kids could explain what they experienced either, other than something mind-expanding. If it wasn’t for dinner, we might still be in there. Feasting in Chinatown Dinner! The choices are dizzying and there are now 10 Michelin-starred restaurants in the city. We weren’t going to any of them. Leaving Area15, even the distant lights of the Strip seemed relatively calming. But we were driving the opposite direction, to Chinatown. A decade ago, Chinatown was mainly a small enclave of restaurants and shops behind an ornate red gate overlooking a strip mall called Chinatown Plaza, catering to Vegas’s growing wave of Asian immigrants. Chinatown has now expanded to the far reaches of Spring Mountain Road, a desert Hong Kong of neon signs in Mandarin, Japanese, Vietnamese and Korean, advertising restaurants, coffee houses, foot-massage salons and lots of stuff I couldn’t read. Our goal was an unlikely corner of a strip mall, where hides, in the Jones family’s collective opinion, the best Japanese restaurant in North America, Raku. Step behind an understated white backlit sign and you enter an aged wood interior of an intimate restaurant that you might find off a Kyoto alley. We slid into the family-style tables behind the main dining room and commenced to feast. There’s a $100 tasting menu if you are feeling adult, but my tribe ordered cream-like tofu with dried fish, foie gras skewers and a dozen other items. Chinatown became our go-to-spot for snacks and boba tea between adventures. A favorite spot became Pho 90, a low-key Vietnamese cafe with outstanding noodle dishes and exquisitely layered banh mi sandwiches for picnics in the wild. Beyond the city Las Vegas’s expanding grid abruptly surrenders to the desert, which might be the most overlooked part of Vegas family vacations. Red Rock Canyon, 17 miles west of the Strip, is like walking into a Road Runner cartoon with a Technicolor ballet of clashing tectonic formations. We grabbed our admittedly reluctant brood on a 2.4-mile, round-trip hike on the Keystone Thrust Trail through a series of gullies until we emerged above epic white limestone cliffs jutting through the ocher-colored mountains. Here we had our Vietnamese picnic overlooking the monolithic casinos in the distance. Our last night’s excursion into nature didn’t take any persuasion: Half an hour’s drive south to Boulder City, a company called Rail Explorers has set up rail bike tours on the abandoned tracks leading to the Hoover Dam construction site. We booked a sunset tour (from $85 to $150 for a tandem quad bike). After some quick instruction, we, along with three dozen other visitors, climbed into an 800-pound, four-person Korean-made bike rig and, giving the group ahead of us a three-minute head start for some space, started peddling. Our route was along four miles of desert track gently sloping into a narrowing canyon pass. As we effortlessly peddled at 10 miles per hour, we noticed that the spikes holding down the railroad ties were often crooked or missing. “I bet these were all driven in by hand,” my teenage son, Cody, a history buff, noted. In the enveloping dusk, we glimpsed shadows moving along the sagebrush: bighorn sheep, goats and other critters emerging for their nocturnal wanderings. But the most surreal sight was at the end of the ride, where a giant backlit sign for a truck stop casino appeared over a desert butte — Vegas was beckoning us back, but now we welcomed the summons. Here we were, peddling into the sunset, feeling more athletic, cool and (gasp!) enlightened than when we first rolled into Vegas four days ago. Oh what good parents we were! “The moniker of ‘Sin City’ is totally wrong,” Mr. Alvarez told me, “if you know where to look.” Source link Orbem News #Las #prepandemic #Vegas