#sorry the keychain cracked me up

[pseudowho]

"Oh! Kento-- wait-- please please please--"

Kento turned back on the bustling Tokyo street, the night bullied away by neon signs, light pollution, and the pollution of the wayward drunken laughers. He only came on staff nights out, now, because you'd be there. He peered at you, tie-loose, hair-mussed and bleary, as you knelt in front of a Gacha machine. You rummaged in your purse for a coin.

Kento grunted, smirking, and reached into his clinking pocket, swaying back to you with liquor-rusted words.

"You're drunk. Here--"

"A-ha!" You birthed a 500 yen coin from your purse, triumphant, and Kento felt childishly disappointed that he couldn't pay for your inebriation treat for you. He watched you fumble the coin into the Gacha machine, and turn the wheel, crank, crank, cranking until there sounded a hollow tok, and a skrrr-skrrr-skrrr, tok.

The Gacha pod landed in the dispenser. You gasped, biting your lip in sweet anticipation, and looking up at Kento. He could barely contain himself from his own adoration, wanting nothing more than to reach down and grasp your plush cheeks and press his lips to yours and taste the drink off your tongue and--

"Kiss, Kento."

Kento frog-blinked, wondering if he'd spoken such impurities aloud, and opened his mouth to apologise. But he paused again, leaning down over you, knelt on the pavement, where you held the Gacha pod up to him, and repeated yourself, ditzy-drunk.

"Kiss it, Kento. For luck. For me."

Self-conscious, and grumbling in a way that only deepened your grin, Kento leaned down, pressing a chaste kiss to the Gacha pod as you laughed. He straightened up, looking up and down the street to see if anyone saw, his vision a few seconds slower than his mind, wading through whiskey.

Heat rose up Kento's neck, and he opened his mouth again to suggest something stupid like why don't you come back to mine for another drink and--

"Awww, damn! This one again!" Kento looked down at you, owlish and inquisitive. You held up a little keychain, with a disappointed half-smile on your lips. You grimaced up at him, shrugging.

"That was my last shot I think. This line discontinues next week. Never mind." You tapped the front of the Gacha machine, stroking the green image of the one you were after, wistful.

Kento pulled you to your feet, and you linked your arm through his, swaying down the street together. Kento swallowed hard, wishing you were on his back, but instead blurted out;

"I'm sorry my kiss wasn't lucky enough."

You sighed, pensive, swinging your keychain on one finger.

"I'm sure they're plenty lucky. Just, maybe not for me."

Kento barely registered your words, distracted and glancing back down the street at the flashing Gacha machine, growing ever more distant.

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Between lessons a few days later, you crept into your office to dump essays on your desk, and snatch five minutes of peace. Settling your mug down, you saw the glimmer of brightly coloured plastic on the centre of your keyboard.

You blinked, curious, before a smile of realisation broke out across your face. A Gacha pod. You recalled, with your cheeks growing hot, how you had begged Kento for his lucky kiss, and how he hadn't corrected you when you told him that his lucky kisses would only be lucky for another girl. You felt a sting of humiliation...

...but, nobody else could have left this gift. Taking a deep breath, and pressing your lips to the pod (unknowingly stealing a kiss that had already been left there for you), you cracked it open-- and squealed with delight, ecstatic and fizzing with joy, to find your collection completed in the eleventh hour.

Later, at the first ring of the lunchtime bell, you knocked on the door to Kento's office. No answer. You knocked again, and gently opened the door, peering round and calling out.

"Kento...?"

Still, no answer. You crept in, closing the door behind you. His office was empty, his desk sparse and functional as always, not wanting to turn his desk into anything that would suggest he thought of work as home. The cupboard on his desk, was, however, straining at its latch, wonky at the closing seam from something stuffed inside.

Curious once more, you stroked the bursting seam of the cupboard, and undid the latch.

A veritable ball-pit burst forth over the office, with Gacha pods of yellow and red and orange and pink and blue and purple and black and white and--

--and every colour, except for green. Dozens and dozens of Gacha pods...except, for green. That one, you held in your purse. You swallowed hard, blinking back tears, and collected Gacha after Gacha, from beneath cupboards and radiators, rolled to all four corners of Kento's office.

Setting to work, you sat cross-legged on the floor, emptying the pods of their keychains one by one. Thousands and thousands of yen tallied before your eyes, and the plain, unassuming desk behind you said nothing of your coworker's secret obsession. And how he couldn't face you. And how you would never have known.

You sat in silence, with a lap full of empty Gacha pods, and listening to the birds singing songs of summer outside the window. You thought, and thought, and thought. You ripped pages from your notebook, tearing them to shreds, and set to work once more. By the time you were finished, the lunch bell rang again. You crammed the final Gacha back into the cupboard.

You could only wait, and hope.

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The warm summer rain started as evening began to roll in. You looked out of the Bistro window from your table for two, your belly twisted with nerves. Your green prize was clasped in your hand, a lucky charm; one earned with far more luck than a simple kiss could give.

You heard the jangling of a bell behind you. You dared not look up, instead just listening-- slow, familiar footsteps. The rattling clunk of a tote bag being placed before you, filled with Gacha pods. The rustle of a stack of carefully unfolded little notes, all with one word on; 'tomorrow'. 'Café'. 'You'. 'Me'. '8pm.'

"You broke into my cupboard."

You pursed the smile between your lips, your eyes closing with the silken chastisement, made without venom. Kento's cologne washed over you as he sat on the chair opposite, removing his glasses in a way that softened his face completely, looking at his lap with a smile. When he looked up at you, it was with a love so unapologetic that you could have cried.

You felt your nose stinging again, and set your green Gacha prize on the table between the two of you. Sheets of rain washed down the Bistro windows, and you cleared your throat, your voice cracking.

"This is quite the prize."

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"Kento! I'm home!"

You dumped your shoes and bag at the door, padding into the living room on bare feet. Kento leaned away from the stove, twirling spaghetti, and offering you the smiles he offered nobody else. He anticipated you, as your mouth opened.

"--yes, I went to the Gachapon. They're on the sofa. Pre-kissed."

You gasped in delight, in the same way you had that night, and bounced onto the sofa, two Gacha leaping with you.

"Two?" You cried, to his shrug, "I only said one-- you can't keep funding my habit, Kento--"

"I'm sure one would have been fine. But, just in case."

You barely registered Kento stepping over to you in his apron, with two steaming bowls, so focused were you on cracking open your Gacha pods. Taking a deep breath, you undid the wrapper...and cheered, your arms flinging into the air.

"Your kisses really are lucky, Kento, gosh...well, one more, then, I--"

You had cracked open the final Gacha. A ring tumbled into your hand, and your brain short-circuited. You trembled, rolling it around in your palm. The two halves of the pod clattered to the floor, forgotten. Your vision swam, and you sniffled, and looked up.

Kento had dipped onto one knee before you, aproned and still, with two bowls of pasta In his hands. In the crucial moment, he seemed anxious. He cleared his throat, his voice thickening.

"I would...like to fund your habit for the rest of our lives. If you'll have me."

A laugh bubbled through your tears, and you wiped your cheeks, allowing Kento to slide the ring into place on your finger. You held his broad hand in serene silence, time standing still, before you spoke.

"...so this ring is just...just one in the collection, right? Wait-- no, Kento, COME BACK, PLEASE-- I'M JUST FUCKING WITH YOU--"

[duevei]

"so can i call you tonight?" - dayglow

; ꪆৎ ; ( m4f ) bf!leon kennedy x reader | fluff | divider by @/enchanthings

sypnosis ; re2leon kennedy and some headcannons i think he would do while dating you <3

re2!leon kennedy , who would come home after a painfully long day at work and just lay in your arms , hoping to never let go.

re2!leon kennedy , who always takes your home cooked meals to his workplace , getting showered with compliments on how delicious it both looks and smells , replying with a " thanks! my girlfriend made me it.. "

re2!leon kennedy , who places little sticky notes around the house before he leaves , wanting you to look at them and think of him while hes gone (not that you dont anyways..)

re2!leon kennedy , who loves texting you and sending you sweet and short voice messages about how his days been so far (pretend they had high tech phones...erm)

re2!leon kennedy , who would always make you crack a laugh by the way he would shamelessly swear at tough times, no matter the situation just to make you happy.

re2!leon kennedy , whose baby face make you genuinely want to squish his cheeks all day (which ones? ok sorry.)

re2!leon kennedy , who probably has matching keychains with you, dangling off the side pocket on his work badge.

re2!leon kennedy , who never misses a chance to go grocery shopping with you, patiently listening as you ramble on about the recipes youd make in the soon future with said ingredients.

re2!leon kennedy , who is protective over his hair care routine despite all your pleading he would never hand it over, despite all the jokes you manage to get ahold of it and your hair has never been shinier. (However..he’d steal your skincare?…….hypocrite!!)

re2!leon kennedy , who probably wakes you up in the morning with his loud and hoarse snoring.

re2!leon kennedy , who flexes the things you buy him , showing everyone how much hes loved.

re2!leon kennedy , who lets you tend to his wounds and bruises despite how much they hurt, he trusts you, dont forget that.

re2!leon kennedy , who would stop smoking if you said so, just to make you feel safe and listened to around him.

re2!leon kennedy , who is a cutie pie. | a/n ; i havent written in awhile..i have alot of drafts idk if i should post them lol…zzzz

[pookalicious-hq]

Midnight Love || ch. 4 - april

Paige Bueckers x Uconnwbb!reader

previous: 3. - white ferrari || next: n/a || masterlist

now playing: hornylovesickness by girl in red

The asphalt beneath her fingertips was rough and warm, heated by the midday sun. She sat on the curb, her back against a lamppost, staring down at the offending object that had torn a gash in her mood—a shattered keychain with a small mirror dangling from its remains. The mirror, now cracked and clouded, reflected back at her the words "You're beautiful," a truly welcoming statement regarding her predicament.

As she sat there, the noise of the city buzzed around her—a symphony of car engines, distant chatter, and the occasional honk of a horn. Passersby cast a sympathetic glance her way, their expressions a mix of curiosity and pity, but she paid them no mind.

(Y/n)'s gaze fell upon her phone, its dimming screen a flickering beacon of her waning hope.  Clutching it with a mix of frustration and resignation, she scrolled through her contacts, knowing deep down that her teammates would gladly come to her aid if she reached out. Yet, the irony was not lost on her—she didn't have their numbers. As for KK, a dependable friend but unable to drive, she was out of the equation.

As the last flickers of battery life on her phone threatened to fade into darkness, (Y/n) found herself wrestling with an idea she had stubbornly resisted for far too long. Finally, with a resigned sigh, she yielded to the persistent nagging in her mind and dialled the number she still knew by heart, despite the passage of time.

The distant hum of traffic melded with the rhythmic thud of her own heartbeat, her hand perilously close to crushing her phone. Time slipped away, leaving (Y/n) with no room for hesitation as her call for help was promptly answered on the first ring.

“Hello?”

A faint buzz filled her ear, the silence on both ends stretching with each passing moment after the initial greeting. Caught off guard, Mayari's breath hitched, the reason for her call momentarily escaping her.

“(Y/n)?”

The sound of Paige's voice snapped her back to reality, jolting her out of her daze. "Yeah, sorry. Hey, Paige," she managed to reply, her voice tinged with a mixture of relief and apprehension. The rush of emotions threatened to overwhelm her, leaving her struggling to maintain her composure.

“You’re good, don’t worry…” Paige's reassurance sounded distant, the weight of their unspoken history hanging heavy in the air. (Y/n) couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty that lingered, the fear of rejection clawing at her from the shadows of her mind.

“So, what’s up?” Paige's voice broke the silence, but the question hung in the air, laden with unspoken tension. (Y/n) hesitated the weight of her request heavy on her shoulders. "Can you help me out?" she finally blurted out, the words tumbling from her lips before she could stop them.

The shift in her voice swiftly caught Paige's attention.

“Yeah, always. Where are you? What do you need?”

(Y/n) sighed, grateful that Paige was willing to help. 

“Okay so, I’m on the corner of Royce. Like by Barnes and Noble-”

“I’ll be there in five.”

As the call ended, (Y/n) couldn't shake off the weight of Paige's swift agreement. It wasn't merely the fact that she had called Paige, but rather the ease with which Paige had offered help, oblivious to the nature of the situation. A mix of relief and apprehension flooded (Y/n)'s senses, leaving her torn between gratitude for Paige's willingness and uncertainty about their relationship.

Closing her eyes, (Y/n) tried to untangle the web of emotions swirling within her. Two years apart had reshaped their lives in countless ways, yet the core of their connection remained elusive. The familiarity of Paige's voice stirred memories and emotions long buried, prompting a flood of questions about where they stood now.

She couldn't help but wonder if Paige felt the same accumulation of emotions, or if she was merely offering assistance out of habit.

The thought lingered, casting a shadow over (Y/n)'s gratitude while dragging the corners of her lips into a small frown. Beneath the surface, a nagging fear whispered of the possibility that Paige's swift response was driven by duty rather than genuine concern. The realization left (Y/n) feeling more alone than ever, grappling with the uncertainty of where she stood within Paige's solar system.

(Y/n)'s gaze shifted to the worn pavement beneath her feet as she awaited Paige's arrival. The minutes stretched on, each second feeling like an eternity as she grappled with the whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. Finally, the sound of approaching footsteps broke the silence, and (Y/n) looked up to see Paige striding toward her.

"So, who did you piss off this time?" Paige's teasing remark cut through the silence, drawing a puff from (Y/n). Despite everything, there was a comfort in the familiarity of their banter.

Her eyes met Paige's familiar gaze, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

As she sat on the curb, taking the blond in from head to toe, (Y/n) concluded: Paige would never be a stranger in her eyes. 

Her golden hair glowed in the sunlight, casting a halo of warmth around her. Every curve of her smile, every glint in her eyes, was etched into Mayari's memory.

Paige’s expectant, but questioning expression brought (Y/n) back down to the reality of why they both were here in the first place.

After she cleared her throat, (Y/n) rolled her eyes at Paige’s greeting. “Very funny, Bueckers.”

“C’mon, valid question” Paige defended. She brought herself down to inspect the slash in (Y/n)’s tire, situating herself beside a piece of her past. 

A soft “whatever” escaped her lips in her mumbling of disagreement. She found herself studying Paige’s profile, admiring the subtle slope of her nose.

“Do you not remember what I taught you?”

As Paige knelt beside the tire, she couldn't help but be drawn to the effortless way she moved, the confidence in her actions a stark contrast to the uncertainty that clouded (Y/n)'s mind.

"Of course, I remember," (Y/n) replied, her voice tinged with annoyance. "I just didn't think I'd have to put those skills to use today."

Paige shot her a teasing grin, her fingers deftly working to remove the offending keychain from the tire. "I hate to say that I’m disappointed, (L/n)."

(Y/n) couldn't suppress a small grumble at Paige's teasing, the tension that had been lingering between them easing ever so slightly. Despite the circumstances, there was a comfort in the familiarity of their banter, something (Y/n) hadn’t realized she’d been missing.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, P,” (Y/n) sighed.

At the nickname, Paige visibly flinched, her heart skipping a beat. It had been a while since she heard something as close to a term of endearment from (Y/n)’s lips. The comment left her shellshocked, a mixture of surprise and longing flooding her senses.

“Just do what I called you for,” she continued, oblivious to the effect her words had on Paige. 

Paige quickly composed herself, masking her momentary vulnerability with a playful smirk. "Anything for you, Your Highness," she replied, her tone light but tinged with a hint of something more.

After an hour of determined effort, (Paige) they had successfully managed to mend the torn tire, hands bearing the grease and grime of the task. As they stepped back to admire their handiwork, a sense of accomplishment washed over them, small smiles blooming on their faces at the sight of the finished task.

"Looks good," Paige remarked, breaking the silence that had settled between them. (Y/n) nodded in agreement, a genuine sense of gratitude softening her features.

“Thanks,” (Y/n) said, her voice filled with appreciation as she directed her gaze toward Paige.

Paige returned her smile with a nod. “Any time.”

But before (Y/n) could express further gratitude, Paige swiftly unhooked the car keys from her belt loop and hopped into the driver’s seat. Confusion flickered across her features as she followed Paige to the door, only to find it locked. She jiggled the handle in frustration, her eyebrows furrowing in irritation.

“Open the door, Bueckers” (Y/n) demanded, her tone laced with annoyance.

Paige pretended not to hear, her attention seemingly fixed on the task of starting the engine. (Y/n) crossed her arms, her frustration mounting as she watched Paige feign obliviousness. With a huff, she tapped on the window, her irritation palpable.

“Paige, seriously?” her voice held a note of exasperation as she waited for Paige to relent.

(Y/n)'s frustration simmered beneath the surface as Paige continued to feign ignorance, her patience wearing thin with each passing second. With a deep sigh, she resigned herself to the situation and made her way around to the passenger side of the car, sliding into the seat beside Paige.

"What are you doing?" (Y/n) asked, her tone tinged with annoyance as she shot a pointed look at Paige.

Paige's lips curved into a mischievous grin as she turned to face the shorter girl, a playful glint dancing in her eyes. "Just taking a little detour," she replied, her voice laced with amusement.

“What kind of detour?” (Y/n) asked, skeptical at Paige’s tone.

“You’ll see, you owe me now.”

The scene unfolded with a sense of tranquil ease as Paige guided the car onto the road, the smooth purr of the engine providing a soothing soundtrack to their journey. Each passing car adds a gentle rhythm to the ambiance, further enhancing the serenity that envelops them.

In a seamless motion, (Y/n) reaches out to connect her phone to the car's audio system. The soft click of the connection is almost musical in itself, heralding the arrival of their chosen melodies. As the first notes fill the cabin, the music wraps around them like a warm embrace, it's familiar tunes weaving a tapestry of comfort and nostalgia.

As the landscape outside blurred into a mesmerizing kaleidoscope of colours, (Y/n) leaned back in her seat, surrendering to the peaceful rhythm of the road. The gentle sway of the car lulls her into a state of blissful relaxation, each passing mile easing the weight of the world from her shoulders.

Lost in the soothing embrace of the music, (Y/n)'s mind drifts back to the moments they shared while changing the tire. The memories dance through her thoughts like wisps of smoke, each one carrying the echo of their time together.

The words of encouragement that Paige had spoken were trapped within her brain, unwilling to be forgotten. 

“Atta girl.” She praised, just as (Y/n) had successfully jacked up the car. Her voice had caught Mayari off guard, cheeks flushing in response to the comment.

Just as she begins to lose herself in the nostalgia, Paige's voice pierces through the music, pulling (Y/n) back to the present moment. The warmth in Paige's tone is like a gentle caress, grounding her in the here and now.

"You still have the same taste in music," Paige remarks, amusement dancing in her eyes as she glances over at (Y/n).

She felt a surge of warmth at Paige's words, a sense of connection blossoming between them. Despite everything that has changed, there is still something familiar and comforting about their shared experiences.

"Yeah, some things never change," (Y/n) replies with a soft smile, her gaze briefly meeting Paige's before returning to the road ahead.

As the last notes of their conversation faded into the air, the sudden rhythm of a familiar song filled the car, catching both teammates by surprise.

“It goes Halle Berry or hallelujah

Pick your poison, tell me what you’re doing

Everybody gon’ respect the shooter, but the one in front of the gun lives forever.”

Paige's fingers taped lightly against the steering wheel, following the beat of the drums, while her lips moved silently, forming the words to the song. The percussion sparked a rush of memories, transporting them back to a different time, a time filled with laughter and shared moments.

(Y/n)'s eyes light up as she recognizes the tune, a slightly nostalgic grin spreading across her face. She watched Paige's subtle movements, how her fingers danced to the rhythm, and how her lips moved in sync with the lyrics.

The bassline kicks in, pulsating through the speakers, sending vibrations through the car that resonate in their chests.

With a smile, she begins to recite the lyrics softly, her voice blending with the music as they drive down the familiar streets. The lyrics roll off her tongue, each word carrying memories of moments shared with Paige.

“Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that’s just how i feel”

Paige's eyes flicker to (Y/n), a surprised yet delighted expression crossing her face as she realizes they are both singing the same song. Without missing a beat, she joins in, her voice threading with (Y/n)'s as they enter the chorus together.

Their voices fill the car, rising and falling with the music, creating a symphony of sound that seems to surround them. The lyrics reverberate off the walls, enveloping them in a cocoon of sound. 

For a while, there was nothing but the music, the beat of the song mingling with the hum of the engine, creating a symphony of sound that seemed to echo through the streets.

Where had the time disappeared to? At this moment, it felt like just yesterday that (Y/n) and Paige were blasting this song with the windows down for the whole world to see. However, she forced these thoughts out of her mind. She wouldn’t miss this rare moment she was sharing with Paige to reminisce about a past that wouldn’t be.

And as the song faded into silence once more, their voices trailing off into laughter, they exchanged a knowing look, a silent acknowledgment of the memories they had just revisited together.

With a sigh, (Y/n) directs her gaze back to the road ahead. “Never gets old,” she speaks, her words flowing out in ragged puffs, carried away by the gentle breeze slipping through the open window.

“It’s been way too long,” Paige agrees, her voice barely audible, almost lost in the soft hum of the car and the distant sounds of the city. There's a weight to her words, a hint of nostalgia that lingers in the air between them.

The two girls fall back into a comfortable silence, the only sound the occasional soft hum that escapes from one of them, blending seamlessly with the music filling the car. Memories of the past flicker through their minds, tugging at the corners of their consciousness, but they push them aside, focusing on the present moment.

As they round a corner, the glow of two golden arches catches their eye, signalling the approach of a familiar destination. (Y/n) raises her eyebrows with a laugh, drawing a playful side-eye from Paige. She waves her off with a shake of her head, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. (Y/n) hadn't expected their reunion to involve a quick McDonald's run, but somehow, it felt oddly fitting.

However, before (Y/n) can dwell on the unexpected turn of events, her stomach chooses that moment to loudly announce its presence, a rumble of hunger breaking the silence. She chuckles, shooting a glance at Paige. At least this impromptu trip would benefit both of them.

Paige rolls down the driver's side window as they pull up to the speaker, the cool breeze carrying the scent of fries and burgers into the car. (Y/n) leans back in her seat, taking in the familiar surroundings with a sense of contentment. Despite the twists and turns of life, some things never change.

now playing: april by beach bunny

"You’re joking," Paige gaped, earning a whine of protest from the girl in her passenger seat.

Windows down, music blasting, the two girls sat in the last row of the McDonald's parking lot. The sun’s fleeting rays cast their final goodbyes as they slowly made their descent over the horizon.

In return, (Y/n)’s brows furrowed, her words coming out in a grumble. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

The blond’s expression was truly troubled at the notion, her eyes scrutinizing the girl with her mouth full of her most recent bite of McFlurry. Paige had taken full personal offence to the comment.

“You've never had fries with ice-cream?” Paige’s incredulity was evident in her voice as she leaned back against the seat, her mind struggling to comprehend (Y/n) revelation.

(Y/n) shrugged, a small smirk playing at the corner of her lips. “Nope, never even crossed my mind.”

Paige shook her head in disbelief, a playful grin slowly spreading across her face. “Well, I’m ‘bout to do you a favour,” she declared, reaching over to grab a handful of fries and dipping them into her McFlurry.

She held the makeshift utensil out to (Y/n), a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Try it. Trust me, you'll thank me later.”

With a mixture of curiosity and skepticism, she accepted the offering, taking a tentative bite of the McFlurry-coated fry that the blond held out. The combination of sweet and salty flavours danced on her taste buds, eliciting a surprised expression from her that Paige couldn’t help but admire.

Though, as soon as she glanced at Paige, whose face held the smug expression of ‘I told you so’ (Y/n) soon schooled her features into a meer facade of contentment. 

“Okay, that's actually pretty good,” she admitted her words leaving no further room for discussion.

Paige grinned triumphantly, her point proven. “You owe me now, Princess,” she teased, taking another bite of her own McFlurry-coated fry.

“Yeah,” (Y/n) rolled her eyes, though a curve in her lips indicated otherwise at her annoyance. Though, even if she didn’t owe Paige, she would drop whatever to be at her beck and call without hesitation, “whatever.”

As the car jolted slightly over a bump, (Y/n) was brought back to the present moment, realizing they were already driving away from the payment window. A momentary confusion crosses her features as she glances around, wondering why Paige hadn't mentioned that she had completed their order. (Y/n)'s brow furrows in mild perplexity as she processes the situation, her mind swiftly shifting from memory to the present task at hand.

“Good to have you back,” Paige smirked, obviously amused at (Y/n)’s zoned-out phase.

Though she didn’t answer, her mind was too occupied with piecing together that not only had Paige paid for her order, but also that she hadn’t been able to order something. The realization had triggered the corners of (Y/n)’s lips to drag down into a small pout.

At the sudden change in mood, Paige’s expression turned to confusion (and worry but she wouldn’t let (Y/n) know that), “You good?”

(Y/n) looked up to find Paige’s gaze already honing in on her, her head cocking to the side.

“Yeah…” she trailed, formulating the sentence in her head, “you know, kinda wanted to order some stuff too…”

Paige glanced at (Y/n), a knowing glint in her eye as she grinned. “Yeah, you were being too slow so I just ordered for you,” she explained casually, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

(Y/n) felt a sense of relief wash over her at Paige's easy explanation, her confusion giving way to satisfaction. “Oh, okay,” she replied, a hint of delight colouring her tone.

(A moment later, (Y/n) had discovered that Paige still remembered what her favourite order was.)

"So... do I still owe you or?" (Y/n) asked, her mind drifting back to the purpose of their trip and the fact that Paige had been the one to pay.

At the question, Paige gave her a look, her eyes sweeping to the side to lock onto (Y/n)’s eyes as if to say ‘Are you dumb?’.

“Duh.”

“Damn, okay!”

Their banter continued as they merged onto the freeway, the rhythm of the road easing the tension between them. The familiar sights and sounds of the city rushed past them as they settled into the comfort of each other's company, the lingering tension from their earlier exchange fading into the background.

Paige hummed along to the radio, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel in time with the music. (Y/n) watched her out of the corner of her eye, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips as she took in the sight of Paige lost in the music.

But as they approached a steep hill, (Y/n) couldn't help but slip into her usual role of making sure Paige’s driving wouldn’t kill them both. 

"Uh, make sure you don’t ride the breaks," she chimed in, her tone laced with a hint of concern.

Paige's knuckles whitened as she fought the urge to snap back, but the tension in the air was palpable. Finally, unable to contain herself any longer, Paige muttered under her breath, "God, one hour in and you're already so controlling."

(Y/n)'s eyebrows shot up in surprise at the unexpected comment. "Woah. Sorry, what?" she asked, turning to face Paige with a mixture of confusion and irritation.

Paige's grip on the steering wheel tightened as she felt (Y/n)'s gaze on her. She pressed harder on the gas pedal, the tension in the car growing palpable. The rush of wind through the slightly open windows added to the feeling of acceleration, the city blurring past them in a dizzying haze.

The streetlights flickered overhead, casting intermittent shadows across the dashboard as the car sped along the deserted freeway. The distant hum of traffic filled the air, a constant reminder of the world outside their enclosed space.

"It's nothing," Paige muttered, her tone clipped as she avoided (Y/n)'s eyes, a faint furrow forming on her brow.

"No, tell me," (Y/n) insisted, her voice firm but tinged with frustration.

Paige's jaw clenched as she struggled to find the right words, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. "God, it’s not a big deal, stop being so sensitive," she finally snapped, her tone sharper than intended.

(Y/n)'s eyes widened in disbelief at Paige's words, a flash of hurt flickering across her features before she quickly masked it with a forced smile. She knew all too well the sting of being called "sensitive" – it was a label she'd been saddled with her entire life.

"Fuck, no. You know I didn’t mean it like that," Paige said suddenly, her voice softer now, tinged with remorse.

"Are you sure?" (Y/n)’s voice rose with incredulity, her eyes narrowing as she awaited Paige's response.

Paige glanced at (Y/n) briefly, her jaw tightening with frustration, her guilt gone in a flash. "You've always been like this," she retorted, her tone tinged with accusation.

The accusation hit (Y/n) like a slap in the face, leaving her momentarily speechless. She could feel her anger boiling beneath the surface, threatening to spill over at any moment.

"Like what?" (Y/n) finally responded her voice barely above a whisper, her hands gripping the edge of her seat tightly.

Her heart pounded in her chest as Paige's comment hung in the air, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, trying to process the accusation without letting her emotions get the best of her.

Paige's grip tightened on the steering wheel, her knuckles turning white as she grappled with (Y/n)'s question. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing thoughts.

"You always want everything to be perfect," she finally admitted, her voice tinged with frustration.

(Y/n)i's stomach churned at the statement, a surge of anger or guilt rising within her.

"Perfection?" she repeated, her voice laced with incredulity. "Since when is wanting things to go smoothly a bad thing?"

With a heavy sigh, she sank back into her seat, the tension in the car suffocating. The silence that followed was deafening, each passing moment filled with unspoken apologies and unresolved pain.

Paige's shoulders sagged as the weight of her words settled in the air, the tension in the car almost palpable. Her gaze flickered to (Y/n), a flicker of vulnerability flashing in her eyes before she looked away.

"I couldn't— fuck. I can't always be perfect for you," Paige muttered softly, her voice barely above a whisper. It was a confession tinged with regret, a glimpse into the insecurities that lurked beneath her confident facade.

(Y/n)'s heart clenched at Paige's words, a pang of guilt washing over her. She hadn't realized the extent of the pressure she had unknowingly placed on Paige, the weight of her expectations bearing down on them both.

"I never asked you to be perfect," (Y/n) replied softly, her voice tinged with sadness, “I just wanted you to be there.”

The silence was deafening. The air stood still, piercing with the occasional hum of the moving car. 

The familiar sights of the city passed by in a blur, each streetlight casting long shadows across the car's interior. (Y/n)'s gaze drifted out the window, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She focused on the passing scenery, trying to distract herself from the tension that lingered between them.

The soft hum of the engine filled the car, a constant companion to their silent conversation. The rhythmic thud of tires against asphalt reverberated through the vehicle, adding to the weight of the unspoken words hanging in the air.

Paige's knuckles whitened as she gripped the steering wheel, her eyes fixed on the road ahead. The soft glow of the dashboard illuminated her profile, casting shadows across her features. She could sense (Y/n)'s eyes on her, the weight of their recent argument hanging heavily in the air.

With a shaky breath, Paige finally broke the silence, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry," she murmured, the words laden with.

(Y/n)'s heart clenched at the apology, but she kept her gaze fixed on the passing scenery, unwilling to let her guard down just yet. 

"I know," (Y/n) replied softly, her voice barely audible over the hum of the engine. "It's okay."

Paige glanced to the side briefly, a flicker of gratitude flashing in her eyes before she turned her attention back to the road. They drove on in silence, the tension between them slowly easing with each passing mile.

The car sped up, the rush of wind against the windows drowning out the sound of their breathing. (Y/n)'s hair danced in the breeze, strands whipping across her face as they hurtled down the empty streets.

As they pulled up to Paige's dorm, her heart sank at the thought of saying goodbye. 

"Are we okay?" Paige asked quietly, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

(Y/n) nodded, her gaze fixed on the ground. "Yeah, we're gonna be," she replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil swarming inside her.

Paige reached out to touch her friend's teammate's hand, but stopped herself at the last moment, the distance between them feeling insurmountable. "You know you can call me anytime, right?" she said softly, her eyes pleading for understanding.

(Y/n) forced a small smile, her heart aching at the sight of Paige's vulnerability. "Same goes for you," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Promise you'll call?" Paige asked, her voice barely audible over the sound of the car idling.

"Pinky promise," (Y/n) replied, a small spark of hope igniting within her. Despite everything, she knew that they would find their way back to each other eventually.

With one final glance, Paige stepped out of the car, leaving her alone with her thoughts. As she watched Paige disappear into the darkness, (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a sense of loss wash over her. 

The sight of Paige leaving her behind had been a sight long forgotten, but familiar enough. 

Hopefully, this time would be the last.

Unexpected Reunion: (Y/n) and Paige Spotted Together at Local McDonald's Drive-Through

In an unexpected turn of events, basketball stars (Y/n) and Paige were spotted together at a local McDonald's drive-through, much to the delight of fans and fast food enthusiasts alike.

A McDonald's worker, who asked to remain anonymous, shared with our reporter their excitement at serving the two athletes at the drive-through where they worked. "I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw (Y/n) and Paige together! I'm a huge fan of both of them, so it was a dream come true," the worker exclaimed.

However, the sighting raised eyebrows due to (Y/n)'s contractual obligations with Jollibee, making it somewhat scandalous for her to be seen at another fast food establishment. Despite this, many people took to social media to express their joy at seeing the two athletes reunited after a long time apart.

"It's so heartwarming to see (Y/n) and Paige together again. They have such a special bond, and it's clear that their friendship transcends any contractual obligations," one fan tweeted.

As speculation swirls around the nature of their reunion and the implications for (Y/n)i's sponsorship deals, one thing is certain: the sight of the two athletes together has brought smiles to the faces of many.

a/n: SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT anyways you could probably tell that i had a hard time writing this chapter... anyways next chapter we're gonna get into the first game of the season yay!!

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✶ STARGIRL — hamzahthefantastic x reader

008 ✶ Act Normal

stargirl masterfile – next – previous

SUMMARY: hamzah has a crush on a youtuber who's always out and about and slushies see their relationship progress on social media! (smau)

DISCLAIMER: reader is a brown haired girl and for some pics that aren't faceless, i'll be using olivia rodrigo cause i love her and she’s filipino like me hehehe

A/N: i'm so sorry this part took a while!!! i was so busy with school and i might also end this series soon. i love u all thank u so much for the support

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days after the party . . .

you and hamzah went on with your day, you could feel something was off with every time you guys spoke.

the two of you were currently in an antique store now, looking at all the trinkets and all the vintage stuff.

hamzah kept thinking about the news from last night's party but tried to keep himself occupied with something else. he looked at the keychains, looking for something to buy martin and mandy.

as he was looking, you went over to where it was.

"are we okay?" you ask out of the blue, a worried look on your face.

he gets nervous a bit but all he wanted to do was wipe the look off your face and hug you. hamzah nods but you sigh.

"is this about the vinnie thing?"

"yeah, sorry, i just thought.... haha whatever." he says before going back to the keychains.

your thoughts feel jumbled up as you watch him act like it's nothing. you've liked him for a while now and you knew from his fans that he felt the same way. did he not just care anymore? did he stop liking you because you went to parties too much?

"just so you know, i don't like him because i like you. i've liked you since we first filmed a video. i don't know how you feel towards me but i sort of had a vibe, so i'm sorry if last night changed things between us."

your voice cracked as you spoke, trying your best to compose yourself and not breakdown infront of him. then, you just leave the antique store and walk around town.

hamzah felt guilty for not telling you how he felt and for being distant the whole day.

you had your arms crossed and your head down as you walked around and suddenly you hear a car honking at you.

you look to the side and you see hamzah in the car you two rented for the trip. shaking your head you continue walking. he puts the car in park and steps out of it.

"i'm sorry." he says loudly since there was a bit of a distance between you two, he sees you stop in your tracks but you don't turn around.

"i should've said something the past days but i just thought you'd get mad at me if i did. i like you too and i'm pretty sure all our friends know that. i just never thought you'd like me too since—well, you're you." you finally turned around to face him, a small smile gracing your face. he could see you slowly walking closer to him and he gets more nervous.

"i don't know... but i'm sorry for taking so long, i was just scared and i–"

you cut him off by pulling him in for a kiss, placing your hands on his cheeks and his hands slowly place themselves on your hips, pulling you closer.

you two chuckle to each other once you pull away.

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Sharp but tiny rocks paved the pathway that led to the peak of the cliff. They glinted silver in the moonlight and rumbled under the tires of the green BMW. Evan grinned slyly and watched the spray of dust his care left from his mirror, certain that Barty couldn’t see anything three feet ahead of him.

Thirty minutes in the sea cost them thirty minutes worth of a ride home.

“You’re an asshole, Evan,” Barty screamed when the dust cleared from his sight, and he spotted Evan up much farther than he assumed. He hit the pedal, letting momentum push him back into his seat as he sped up to par with Evan, cracking a smirk at one waiting for him.

Evan turned and smiled. “Yours or mi-” He stopped when Barty quirked a brow, and turned down the volume of his car. All his attention, Barty’s, was focused on Evan as though they were racing down a cliff in top speed, and the wind cutting at their twin cars. “Yours or mine?” Evan restated.

“Doesn’t matter,” Barty answered with a shout. For someone who relished having control over everything, he sure was getting comfortable giving Evan the reins to everything. His house, his bills, his car, his life. Barty was going to lose himself and everything that was completely his in Evan. Evan and his piercing blue eyes.

But it definitely mattered, the apartment they were going to. It mattered when they made a couple turns and made it to Barty’s apartment deep in the city. Decisions were made quickly; Evan made a right turn ahead of Barty and insisted his parents were home over the quiet hum of their engines and tires.

It most definitely mattered when they parked right in front of Barty’s apartment building, and caught eye contact with three younger boys, all puffing cigs with drunken smiles on their lips. Barty used to be one of them. Got his fist busted up because of it. Yet he offered them false sympathy by keeping his head high and looking them dead in the eye with a scowl worth lion fur. He felt Evan’s eyes roll ahead of him.

Evan, previously with his shirt and towel slung over his shoulder, began to swing it wildly as soon as they entered the hallway.

“Should’ve beat their asses,” Barty said, fumbling through his keychain for room card. “Should’ve taught them a lesson.”

Evan grasped both towel and shirt and slung it around his neck. “On what?”

“What?”

“On what? What’d they do?” He restated.

An eyebrow shot up on Barty’s face and he hesitated. “For smoking where a sign said not to?”

“That’s some hypocritical shit you have going on, Barty.”

“Ah, piss up a rope,” Barty said, knocking his door open after sliding the keycard through.

With the flick of one switch, Evan was able to take in the thunderstorm that was Barty’s apartment. It was a spacious thing but decorated terribly as it remained every visit. Looking down, his feet were planted before the empty bottles of beer and papers and specks of blood. He wasn’t particularly interested in tidying it up himself.

“Is your bathroom clean?” Evan remained rooted at the entrance of the apartment. He asked this, not with disgust or concern. Rather, he asked this intending to wash off all the blood the sea could not get off him.

“Should be,” Barty trudged over boxes of takeout and reached for a broom and a trash bag. Did Evan make him nervous or what?  Three years of tied tongues and he was still ashamed of the mess he makes when he’s left alone.

“Then come with me.” Barty did as he was told.

*

Forever. It would be this good forever, Evan thought. Barty’s hands combed through his blond hair with his three-in-one bottled soap. Tease. Then Barty’s hands took Evan by the chin, soapy fingers betrayed by his fleeting mind. In that moment, he held his lips above Evan’s for seconds, hot breaths lingering and tickling the hairs atop Evan’s lips.

“You sly fuck,” Evan said and grabbed Barty’s hair and pulling him into a kiss. Barty couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh and faced the consequences blindly as Evan took another hand to dump him into the water below.

[obsessedwithspiderman2099]

Wisteria

Part one

Pairing: fem!reader x Miguel O’Hara

Word Count: 1,068

Synopsis: You find trouble walking home one night…

Authors note: My first fic!! I’ve been thinking about this idea for a minute, hope you like it!!

Your eyes stared at the clock, what seemed like just five minutes felt like an eternity before the time was finally ten, and you could go home. You sigh, the familiar mixed feelings of both exhaustion and relief sinking in. After ten minutes of closing up shop and an extra five politely telling the regular sitting in the corner to go home and read her book there, you’re finally ready.

Pulling out your keychain and locking up the front door, you turned to face the dark Brooklyn streets.

“Oh come on, you know I won’t bother you .” “You can come back tomorrow.”

You smile, kindly ushering the older woman to her car, the small green hover car with a ‘worlds best grandma’ sticker in the back parked just outside of the bookstore. “Dear, you already know I will.”

She smiled, pulling her car keys out of her purse. She paused to look up at the night sky. The old woman uttered a sigh filled with disappointment.

“You know, the stars here used to be so much brighter.”

You take a glance upwards, noticing the mixture of gray clouds and smog covering it. “Yeah I bet-“ “Just about fifty years ago, bright beautiful stars always seemed to take up all the place at night.” She recalled, about to start another ramble about her past. Normally you would smile and listen, but something about today drained all of your energy.

You could always make some time for Darla though.

“Why, that was when Dan and I went to the Bahamas! Oh, what a beautiful place.. just filled with palm trees and the warm sand and..well, before all those holograms and obnoxious electronics were around. When we could still see the flowers that were once here…”

You could faintly remember the purple flowers that used to be around. Although by the time you were born, most of them had already disappeared and hidden beneath the concrete and machinery that surrounded this world. Every now and then you would still see a tiny sprout peeking from a crack in the sidewalk. A tiny burst of purple. As if a reminder that life and hope were still present.

She began to mutter, only pieces of her memories still in her mind. As if a sign of her age.

“Yeah that does sound beautiful…. Well anyways, I should get going.”

Darla remembering the time, “Oh, yes! I’m sorry, it completely slipped my mind!” She chuckled, her eyes wrinkling at the corners.

“Don’t even worry about it, I always enjoy your stories.” That was true, every time she reminisced about a memory from long ago you were always curious to know the full story. Although lately her tales have become more confusing and not always making sense.

“I’ll be in my way now, you’re not walking again are you?” Darla frowned, already knowing the answer. “I’ll be ok, don’t worry about me..” You say, trying to reassure her. “It’s only ten minutes.” “Alright then, you get going. Stay safe Dear.” “You too Darla, Good night.”

Only ten minutes.

Not at all what it felt like. You walked down the concrete sidewalks of Brooklyn, steps illuminated by the old street lights that sometimes worked. Tonight seemed to be a lucky one. You checked your phone. The time, 10:27 pm.

As if in cue, a reminder popped up to call your mom. You grumbled, “I’ll do it tomorrow….” You muttered, continuing your walk back to your small cozy apartment. Just the thought of getting to snuggle up in the warm blankets of your bed quickened your pace.

Suddenly, you heard a noise coming from the alley that was coming up on your way. You stop. Oh hell no. Turning to cross the street, something bright and colorful abruptly crossed the corner of your peripheral vision.

“What the…”

looking back, you catch something stumbling slightly out of the alley, shaking with hundreds of colors and shapes taking its form. Your eyes widened, both confusion and fear splayed your face. Taking a step back from the thing, it finally turned back into whatever the original form of it was. Thick green scales covered its huge and reptile body, and piercing yellow eyes met yours. A terrified gasp fills your throat.

What the shock was this???

The huge lizard-like thing hissed, and began charging straight for you. You try booking it. Of course the tight flared green pants you chose to wear for today were impossible to run in, and while making the mistake of looking back at the monster while running, you trip. One of the many potholes that the mayor promised they would fill was still existing, and caught your foot.

You face plant into the street, and accidentally manage to cut your cheek on the loose gravel. A groan escapes your mouth, quickly replaced by a small yelp when you look back and see the scaly thing stop right in front of you. Standing on its front legs, the reptile-man-thingy looks like it’s about to pounce.

You freeze. Every thought and movement in you is replaced by fear. It lets out another hiss, and you squeeze your eyes shut while trying to brace yourself for the pain and immediate death that will follow. However, nothing happens. Hesitantly opening your eyes, you spot…..Spider-Man?

Something’s off though. The usual green suit peppered with pink details is replaced with dark blues and reds. Not to mention the body. Standing at 6’9, this mysterious person was a giant compared to the usual hero protecting your city.

Frozen in both confusion and still fear, you can only watch as the spider person grabs the lizard's tail and delivers a clean punch to the back of its neck. This apparently makes it go limp, and whoever this guy is immediately starts tying him up with what seem to be webs. “Lyla.” The almost Spider-Man calls out, and a small yellow woman pops up on his shoulder. “Already scanned! No disruptions in the cannon!” She said.

Watching all of this happening sprouts even more confusion in your brain. Who the hell was this guy??? And where did that woman even come from??? You stand up, slowly as to try making a weak attempt not to get spotted. This of course doesn’t work, and the spider guy turns his head towards you. The small yellow woman, or ‘Lyla’ disappeared, leaving the two of us. (Well, not including the tied up green godzilla wannabe) After what seemed like an eternity of just staring at each other, you finally spoke up.

“Who are you..”

AAAAAA thank you so much for reading!!! Part two is out now!

[softsan]

[12:45 PM] - You anxiously glanced down at your phone screen, waiting for a text back from Best Friend!San.

pls save me sannie 🙏  i'm at the delia's stuck with the guy in the paisley suit. Your text read.

Delia's was a small family-owned frozen yogurt shop located five minutes from your office. As per your routine, every Friday, you'd head on over to grab a small treat to satisfy your sweet tooth. 

You fiddled with the keychain attached to your wallet, uncomfortable with the situation you'd been thrown in. Your mother had gone behind your back to set you up on a blind date. She'd even planned for your date to meet you at the frozen yogurt store you frequented to catch you off guard.

"Your mother told me you were excited to meet me after viewing my online profile," The man conversed, his coffee left unattended, "I'm sure my occupation and yearly salary are up to your standard, then?" 

You inwardly groaned. You despised blind dates, especially those set up by your parents. They were strictly business affairs rather than genuine engagements where two people could get to know each other. 

"We should discuss if you'd plan to continue working after we get married—"

"Sorry to keep you waiting, honey," Best Friend!San interrupted, hastily leaning down to peck a chaste kiss on your cheek. 

You gave Best Friend!San a look of relief. 

"Don't worry, I'll take care of this," He quickly mumbled before draping his brown coat over your blouse.

"Honey?" 

Best Friend!San's eyes darkened, "And who may you be?" His arm roped possessively over your shoulders. 

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. Best Friend!San was really laying the 'boyfriend' role on thick. 

Your blind date looked back and forth between you and Best Friend!San. 

"You have a boyfriend?!" Your blind date sounded appalled.

He didn't give you an opportunity to respond, kicking back his chair and storming in the opposite direction. 

Best Friend!San cracked a smile, taking a seat on the chair that he'd abandoned. 

"What took you so long?" You lightly scolded, playfully smearing frozen yogurt on Best Friend!San's nose, "He'd just about planned out my entire future by the time you arrived." You referred to your blind date. 

Best Friend!San retaliated, his finger tapping into the green swirls of your yogurt and smearing it on your cheek, "Sorry I kept you waiting." His smile widened. 

[lil-elle]

Three - Who Is She?

(Seeun's POV)

content: innuendo

word count: 830

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Seeun's eyes stayed focused on your figure knocked out on the bed as he sunk down into the somewhat uncomfortable brown chair in the corner. His gaze traced your sleeping features, your eyes closed softly, lips slightly parted, nose red and swollen, to which he grimaced. 

His mind replayed the way he smacked the ball from Sumin's hands to hit you directly in the face and he sighed, slouching in the chair. 

What finally broke his mind free of beating itself up was a soft and sweet voice, calling out to him while pushing past the curtain.

“You here, Seeun?”

“Yujun!”

Seeun sat up in the chair and smiled tiredly as his eyes met Yujun's familiar round features. Yujun grimaced slightly at his best friend.

“You look wiped, dude.” 

Seeun chuckled.

“It takes a lot out of you going from an intense game then literally giving someone a concussion then carrying them to the other side of the damn school.” He emphasised his words for effect, making Yujun giggle sympathetically.

“Okay but seriously, why do they only have ONE nurse's office when this school is MASSIVE.” He complained, spreading his arms out dramatically before slouching back down in the chair.

“What's that?” He noticed the backpack in Yujun's hand, questioning him.

“Oh,” he lifted the bag and tossed it into Seeun's lap, “it's her's. You left it back there on the bleachers.”

Seeun made a face of understanding, looking down at the cream coloured backpack, a fluffy bunny keychain hanging on to one of the zippers. He zoned out for a moment, fidgeting mindlessly with the artificial fur of the bunny before Yujun's voice once again snapped him back to reality.

“Wow, you did a number on her face.” Suddenly, Yujun was at your bedside, finger hovering over your swollen nose as you lay asleep and unaware. 

Before he even noticed, Seeun had shot up from his seat, your backpack thrown to the floor. He stood looking down at Yujun, gripping his wrist and pulling his hand away from your face.

“Hey, don't touch her.” Yujun looked shocked, his pupils shrinking for a moment before he regained his usual sunny disposition.

“Woah, what's got you so worked up?” A smirk was playing at Yujun's lips, as if his mind was already cooking up some sort of fantasy between you and Seeun. 

Seeun looked down at his grasp on Yujun's wrist, coming to his senses and letting go, a mix of mild confusion and guilt on his face.

“S-sorry,” he swallowed awkwardly, “it's just…she's already in this state because of me so…”

“Mmhm, sure~” Yujun teased, “And it also just so happens that this girl watches our games everyday.” Yujun's grin widened. “I checked with the other guys before and none of them know who she is, so that just leaves you, lover boy.”

“Huh?!” Seeun exclaimed. “She's not my girlfriend or anything, dude, I barely know her either.” He insisted, the only thing confusing him being the almost unnoticeable stutter of his heart at Yujun's implication.

“She totally has a thing for you, dude.” 

Seeun choked, coughing aggressively into his fist while Yujun smiled at him.

“Think about it! She watches our games everyday and, call me crazy, but I swear every time I look over at her, her eyes are on you!” Yujun rambled, clearly excited about the idea of his best friend having an admirer.

Seeun finally managed to regain his composure, his voice cracking slightly as he spoke.

“You're crazy, I highly doubt it's like that.” He grabbed his best friend by the shoulders, spinning him around and pushing him through the curtain. “Now get out, you're loud, you'll wake her up.”

“You're staying? For how long?” Yujun peered over his shoulder as he questioned, allowing Seeun to push him all the way to the door of the nurse's office without a fight.

“Until she wakes up.” He answered seriously, opening the door and shoving Yujun out.

Yujun giggled mischievously, “Okay, but don't go getting up to anything behind that curtain…where no one can see you-”

“Thanks for the bag!” He cut him off by slamming the door shut before sighing and running a hand through his messy hair.

“Damn…” he whispered, as if able to imagine the teasing he's in for when he next meets up with the guys to practise. He looked back at you, still unconscious and unaware of the chaos unfolding around you.

“...every time I look over at her, her eyes are on you!”

Yujun's words replayed in his head and he desperately ignored the slight rapid beat of his heart.

“There's no way,” he mumbled, “it's just Yujun being Yujun…” 

He dragged his feet back to the bedside, plopping into the chair again. His eyes never left your face after that, impatiently waiting for you to wake up. His mind drifted, and soon his eyelids fell closed, his consciousness slipping away as the exhaustion from the day overtook him at last.

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self-rec tag game

I saw it making rounds on my dash and you know what? I'm doing it and I'm strongly encouraging @aylaaescar, @bluekaddis / @rainhowls-arts (yes, it's my wink wink nudge nudge for you to fill it twice), @czandziowata, @etoilebinaire, @lavampira - and anyone else who wants to - to also give it a try! 💕

Rules: Share five of your own fanworks (fic, art, etc.). Then, tag five more people to share the things they’ve made.

(Mind that my ao3 fics are currently only available to the logged in users. Sorry for the inconvenience!)

1. something you absolutely adore:

Sierra's ShoH MC, Odelinka! And my ShoH MC, Bogusia!

They were made as a matching set and turned into custom acrylic keychains. Their coming into existence was a turning point in my life and I'm not exaggerating when I'm saying that they made my life so much better. Here's to more chibi keychains in the future! <3

But! I've spent way too much time refreshing the page and marvelling at my coding for Achievement Unlocked not to also count it here. It's a 70-words-long coda for Episode II of Wayfarer and my second attempt at coding. A long break made my return to CSS more challenging than I'd like it to be, but I'm very pleased with the end result and I keep shoving this little fic into the faces of all people who are up to date with the public build of Wayfarer. I think that it's just neat.

2. something that was challenging to create: 

Worst Romance Ever was both my first fic for Dragon Age, first fic published on ao3, first fic shared publically in a veeeery long time and, most importantly, my first venture into CSS coding. It's an account of a dudebro gamer criticising Emerald Aeducan's romance route in the fictional remake of Dragon Age: Origins. (Don't get discouraged by its unfinished status - it's technically finished, I'm just going back and forth on whether I should upload a little extra.) There was so much I had to learn for this project! Frankly, nothing I've made ever since matched it in terms of intensity. The layout is not perfect and I'd like to rework it sometime in the future, but it's a testament of my persistence and I'm proud of it anyway! Also, that's how I discovered that I actually like CSS coding and want to dabble in more ao3 skins in the future! So, small steps. :)

3. something that makes you laugh (or smile, if that fits more comfortably):

Zarya of disapproval! Her judgemental face never fails to crack me up. (Gosh, I really need to draw some more for Mysticons...)

4. something that surprised you (in how it turned out, how much other people liked it, etc.):

spotkania o 8. rano na Zoomie, my ~200-words-long modern AU ficlet for Wayfarer! I wrote it on a whim, published it right after, in a bout of unhinged self-confidence wrote about it on Wayfarer's Discord server... but nothing could prepare me for the warm welcome this ficlet received! It was written entirely in Polish, it was as niche as it could get, and yet! One person actually confessed to reading it with the help of Google Translate. I'm still overjoyed just thinking about it.

I ended up translating it into English the very next day, another record for me, though 8 a.m. Zoom meetings most likely got lost in the notifs and didn't match the Polish version's popularity. Still, I love both! And if you played Episode I of Wayfarer and have a minute to spare, I recommend giving it a chance!

5. something you want other people to see:

I dare to say that my art of my blorbo, Serena Amell, is quite underrated. C'mon, with some tweaks suggested to me by my best friend, I really managed to make her look very cute!

[punisheye]

( x2 Seasonal Gifts from Vash to Wolfwood! )

Left on the house's doorstep, separate from Vash's presents, there are two boxes specifically addressed to "Old Wolf!". Affixed to one box, there's a note that reads:

(First off, sorry about the unflattering nickname - I didn't want you to feel left out!) Anyway, I can't peek into these boxes, but I think I get to have some say in what's inside? I wanted one that makes you laugh, and one that inspires you! You can go ahead and give me coal in return if these end up being awful gifts. Here's to more good times and more good food! Yum!! Blondie

Inside a comedically large box and nested on strips of white tissue paper is a keychain of a mini-figurine of Angelina (the First). There's a switch on the underside that makes it function as a surprisingly powerful laser pointer. For whatever reason, the laser itself is turquoise-colored.

Within the smaller box of the two: a double-hinged wooden box containing a colorful wooden cube… Which in itself is comprised of more wooden cubes. It's a duplicate of the same toy from the Hopeland Orphanage, and has the wear-and-tear to prove it.

Old, huh?

Wolfwood squints at the keychain while Kuroneko hops into the giant box and makes herself at home. He fumbles with it briefly, his thumb hitting the switch when he finds it and— agh! Shining the laser directly into his eye! Christ, at least it isn't a real laser. Just a light. But it is very bright.

When he points it across the room their cat seems very interested in the dot it makes on the far wall, staring from the box with wide eyes (and her eyes are already enormous). He sets it on the table so he can crack open the smaller box, gingerly taking out the contents. It's... bringing back a whole flood of memories.

He never played with it, but the kids much younger than him did. Some of the paint is chipped away, and there's signs of old splintered parts of the wood being carefully sanded down to protect small, soft, young hands. The kids that played with it were a little too young to understand math at the time, they just liked taking the cube apart and putting it back together again.

Inspiring, huh...

As nice as Spirale can be, there are still plenty of kids without toys, plenty of kids without a family who are in an orphanage like he was. He's got a lot of tools for carving, and fresh bottles of paint.

Something he'll think about a bit more.

[ text ] Thanks Blondie [ text ] I'll cook for you next time you swing by

[puckingdisaster]

Nobody knows how to say goodbye - pt. II

He licked his chapped lips, the sting of the cracks breaking him out of his stupor. "Didn't think aunt Maggie would send you to pick me up."

When he still lived here, it was no secret how much they hated each other in the end. On most days, their yelling could be heard along the whole length of the main road, echoing off the weathered farmhouses. Across from him, Patrick shrugged. Jonny felt too big in his skin, all of a sudden. Too big in his skin, or maybe in his clothes. Brand sweatshirt and sweatpants that cost more than probably Patrick's entire wardrobe at this point. It was just a guess, but only seven years before, he'd worn the same beat up Wranglers with a t-shirt and a probably dirty flannel on top. 

After they got into the car, where Jon pushed his backpack in a good position between his feet, just to have something to do, Patrick finally disrupted the silence. 

"I'm sorry, Jon", he said. "For, y'know." 

Jonny just nodded, staring out of the window. Yeah, he knew. He found comfort in the fact that their inability to voice their feelings hadn’t changed. The silence carried on until they reached Patrick’s farm, where Jon hopped out of the car without questioning it. If he drove Jonny here, Patrick would have a reason to do so. With a jolt, he realized how much had changed while he was away. But how could it not? Seven years were a long time. He stared at the pale greenish color of the walls that used to be yellow, the fence that wasn’t there before, the empty space on the right side of the house, where an old woodshack used to be. But to be fair, the shack was so wind-swept, Jonny wasn’t surprised that it gave up. He quietly shouldered his backpack again, waiting for Patrick to lock the car and walk around the car. Neither of them dared to say anything while Patrick unlocked the door, overflowing keychain jangling. At least his knack for unnecessary shit didn’t change. They walked in after each other and Jonny stared at the ground. 

“Why are we here?”, Jonny asked. Patrick didn’t answer for a few beats too long, avoiding the taller man’s eyes as he fiddled with the keychain. “Just thought, y’know. You wouldn’t want to be at home alone after what happened.”

And that. That single sentence managed to set off all the anger he carefully tried to stove away over time.

“What the fuck Patrick? You don’t get to decide that!”

The fury in which Patrick moved closer to him nearly made him flinch, but Jonny grit his teeth and stood his ground. 

“I don’t? You don’t even know how your own home looks like right now! You don’t know how hard it was to just get to their place and see yellow fucking barrier tape staring back at me.”

Patrick was yelling now, gesticulating wildly, and Jonny’s head was ringing. His lungs constricted painfully and he stumbled back into the wall. He couldn’t avoid it anymore, couldn’t just avoid facing it when it was right there in front of him. His parents died, and he wasn’t there. Someone had to organize their funeral, and he wasn’t there. They had a happy life for seven years before that, and he wasn’t there. He let out a strangled sob, tears streaming down his face when the gravity of the situation hit him. They were gone, and they wouldn’t come back. 

part 1 

[chiisana-lion]

Izuleo 👁️ subakoga 👁️ midoyuzu 👁️

cracking my knuckles rn i Will answer for each character so im putting this under a read more (also i answered for yuzuru here!!)

Izumi

favorite thing about them he likes shrimp hes just like me for real also the fact his hobby is bullying his underclassmen but he really does have a desire to help and guide them properly and Does do that in the end!!

least favorite thing about them kidnapping :( (serious note though i do find his relationship w makoto really interesting)

favorite line his "sooo annoying" catchphrase <3

brOTP everyone in knights!!

OTP izuleo the everythings. giving each other a 2nd chance to try again.,..., also they are literally living together so

nOTP izumako akjdsgkjashsjkhg

random headcanon saw he liked to knit and i think he'd make nice matching sweaters for everyone in knights at some point

unpopular opinion none here either!

song i associate with them that's why i gave up on music by yorushika is really izuleocore

favorite picture of them ur comic reminded me of this card and he looks like hes enjoying himself a lot picking out keychains for everyone hjksdghkjgsd

Leo

favorite thing about them he's a silly guy!! just really loves composing and sena and knights and he's been through. so much what the hell was checkmate head in hands

least favorite thing about them nothing tbh

favorite line his little lover's quarrel with izumi in sudden death jgwhjkghkjds

brOTP madaleo is rly sweet to me and in dark night's passing.. augh

OTP izuleo!!

nOTP instead of saying none here maybe i should just remove this part entirely but i rly dont have many notps whkjwhjksdg

random headcanon he brings izumi over to his family's house so often that they actually get rather surprised when he comes back on his own

unpopular opinion none really come to mind 😔

song i associate with them ^ same as the one in izumi's

favorite picture of them this sticker <3

Subaru

favorite thing about them he's obviously very protagonist coded with the typical happy and sunny personality but like!! he is also kind of a jerk sometimes!! hes actually fairly observant of people!! and he does work so hard and the fact he was shunned for it early in his yumenosaki years </3 but rly he has a lot of love in his heart and shows it and i rly like charas like that

least favorite thing about them understand the initial discomfort w arashi but the transphobic comments sometimes 😔

favorite line im sorry its been ages since i last read stories none come to mind rn orz

brOTP him and midori wkjsjgdkjhksd junior he likes to tease fr. also anzu!!

OTP poly trickstar is always fun!! also sbhk i esp like and you already know subakoga i have a soft spot for

nOTP him and anzu specifically, they're more besties to me

random headcanon trickstar sleepovers. thats it

unpopular opinion not gonna lie i actually quite liked him in meteor impact, yeah he said what he needed to say and albeit harsh chiaki Was being not the best! at that very moment and probably needed that

song i associate with them STARDOM! from ai/katsu stars gives me a kinda trickstar vibe (<planned to draw them in said dresses related to such but never got to it)

favorite picture of them i like him in the starpro photoshoot a lot!!

Koga

favorite thing about them hate UNDEAD all they do is shout go dogboy go (koga probably) i really like his voice!! yuki ono slays each time

least favorite thing about them i think he can stand to calm down a bit sometimes. but then again i guess thats his charm

favorite line [i need to brush up on stories for real] but his halloween line about leon and daikichi's matching costumes was cute djkgshkhjsdg

brOTP adonis and koga!!! love their friendship and how hes one of the people he can rly open up to in UNDEAD. also his and ritsu's dynamic is so so funny too wyd when the guy u admire more than anything else's little brother calls u corgi and makes u spoil him. also the aoi twins.,,.... i love the light music club

OTP only sbkg as of rn but im fairly open to others skdjghjksdhg havent thought much of that i just think those two specifically were nice

nOTP none!

favorite picture of them he looks really nice in this one :) just having fun w his love of dogs and they love him!!

Midori

favorite thing about them mascot lover so true!! also his growth is soo <3 he really didnt wanna be there but grew to love everyone in ryuseitai and being an idol and how hes definitely trying harder now compared to ! era augh

least favorite thing about them ik he doesnt really mean it most of the time when he says he wants to die but it still hurts a bit like </3 dont say that

favorite line Climax makes me so...,,... when he talks about how he felt bad for essentially wasting Chiaki's efforts in raising him as an idol in the end after a whole year like... aughgj..........................

brOTP EVERYONE IN RYUSEITAI they love each other. so so much

OTP *gesturing @ everything* i like midoyuzu a perfectly normal amount (lying)

nOTP hmmm none really.,,... i guess i cant rly see chia/mido in a romantic way if anything?

random headcanon he saves yuzuru's art on his phone and look back at them as a pick-me-up during training or work sometimes!

song i associate with them i mean what else it really does fit him to a T imo

favorite picture of them 7th anni homescreen art gets me each time hes just. hes so damn starstruck it obliterates me

[baekxytocin]

100 Days My Prince - Part 50

Part 50 – Not 52, Not 51, Just One

Fluff

Character:

Reader

D.O.

Xiumin

‘Seems like you have a competition with someone in the house now’

731 words

You feel energetic today as you know that your husband is coming home for the weekend. You manage to finish your work for this week on a positive note and you feel nice about it. You remember to retrieve the Teolaegi from D.O. as well. After work, you go to his company right away.

You almost call D.O. when you see Xiumin around. “Oppa!” he sees you and quickly goes to greet you.

“Hi! You look…. Jumpy, today” Xiumin plays with the words, making you laugh.

“I’m in a good mood today because Baekhyun will come home today for the weekend” and Xiumin gives his thumbs up. “So, what brings you here?”

“The Teolaegi! Hubby has told D.O. about it, and he said I can get the Teolaegi from him…. But I don’t know how….” you wonder for a moment.

“Oh. Then, let’s go in. He went to the toilet just now after we practice. Let’s see if he has returned.”

You walk along with Xiumin to the training room. As soon as you arrive in the room, you see a medium size of Teolaegi placed in a sitting position at one of the corners of the training room. You are almost out of breath.

“Whoa…. Is that…. is that it?” your eyes stick to the medium size of the Teolaegi stuffed animal.

“I think so. Kyungsoo brought it earlier before we started our dance practice. See, I told you. You asked Baekhyun to get you the Teolaegi, right? He can get the Teolaegi easily since he is the creator, you already get one today” Xiumin explains.

“Hehehe, yeah. Oh, by the way, where are the rest of the members? You get curious.

“Oops. You just missed them. They just go home right away after our dance practice. You want to meet them too?” Xiumin asks.

“Oh, no, no. I just ask. I only want to see D.O. Oppa. Then, don’t you want to go home as well?”

“Later. I need to practice more of my Serenity dance. It feels a bit hard this time to comprehend the choreography. I may be back at night” as he explains, you see D.O. comes into the dance room and you quickly wave at him.

He waves back at you but jogs a little across the room to get the Teolaegi. Then he passes it to you.

“There you go. You want the Teolaegi, right?” D.O. asks.

“Yup, thank you!” you didn’t tell him how much you want, but seeing the Teolaegi become yours already makes you happy.

“Hyung said that you want 52 Teolaegi” Xiumin laughs when he listens to D.O.

“Yah Y/N. Are you trying to bully your husband?” Xiumin and D.O. continue to laugh.

“I’m not!” you laugh along with them. “I thought if I don’t get a giant Teolaegi, maybe 52 Teolaegi keychains enough” you continue.

“What are you going to do with 52 of them? Are you going to hang it on your bag like you ever did before with another keychain?” Xiumin laughs again when you nod at his question.

“You know, you really like Baekhyun Hyung sometimes; a jokester” D.O. is intrigued with your character.

“I know right! Jokester household. But I think she is way braver to joke about it in public” Xiumin adds.

“I think he can do it too. But because many people know him, then he can’t do it since it may ruin his image and reputation” D.O. replies. “Well, sorry Y/N, not 52, not even 51, only one Teolaegi I can get you. I don’t know what to tell the staff if I suddenly want to have 52 Teolaegi keychains” he continues.

“Nah, never mind. I’m okay with it. At least I have this snuggly friend to company me at night when he returns to the camp or next time when he goes to a concert abroad” Xiumin tilts his head when listening to you.

“So, the Teolaegi is called snuggly friend now?” Xiumin and D.O. crack into laughter once again. You just grin widely.

“Whatever” you laugh along with them while taking a look at your watch. “Oh gosh, I must go back now. I think he’s home already.”

“Alright. See you again” you wave both of them goodbye and go home.

Meanwhile, D.O….

Hyung, seems like you have a competition with someone in the house now. He’s called Snuggly Friend.

To be continued….

Uploaded on: 20th January 2023

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[aizawas-dryeye]

➭jjk characters as things my friends have said

content: crack, +18 topics, drugs, NSFW shit, like one joke about eating disorders

words: 627

ko-fi

!!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

my friends make me giggle , um also i had No Fucking Idea how to format this soooo

• • •

Shoko: i hate when men say they hate hairy coochie cos they cant find the clit like sir move her bangs over and there she is

Shoko: anyways i stopped shaving my pubes out of spite

*•*•*

Gojo after having a breakdown about Geto: bitch he called me perfect after seeing my ass and tits , forget what i said bitch im in love 😍‼️

*•*•*

Nobara: id buss down for a corn dog

*•*•*

Maki: people who are still in a harry styles or justin bieber phase refuse to progress in a way that is healthy

*•*•*

Nanami: i think im a hypochondriac

Gojo: isnt that when you have boy and girl parts?

Geto: thats a hermaphrodite

*•*•*

Mei Mei, taking the bdsm test: it says im 70% misogynistic

Utahime: that says MASOCHISTIC

*•*•*

Toji: you have to do anal with god to get more than two sauces at the chik fil a

*•*•*

Nanami, promptly after vacuuming: ohh i love a freshly shaved room

*•*•*

Gojo: you know what this dick needs? a tortilla

*•*•*

Inumaki: sorry babe no sex right now im trying to watch one piece

*•*•*

Utahime: what fun things did yall get for christmas?

Shoko: COVID 🕺💃

*•*•*

Yuji: do you remember mickey mouse club house?

Megumi: yea

Yuji: HOTDOG—

*•*•*

Megumi: i think my ex voice teacher is schizophrenic

*•*•*

Geto: this house smells like dookie donkey dick

*•*•*

Nobara: i was violently ill so i decided to lay on the bathroom floor where it is the safest

*•*•*

Inumaki: i have smoked a bowl and drank some coffee. im hoping to have a meeting with god before i talk to my therapist

*•*•*

Megumi: yalls wifi makes me wanna eat my own shit

*•*•*

*group of old ladies walks by*

Yuji, gasping: it's the golden girls!!

*•*•*

Nanami: a word being on the tip of your tongue is akin to edging

*•*•*

Gojo: you are the crack of my ass

*•*•*

Nanami: i used to collect pogs, do you remember those?

Yuji: .... phat ass white girls?

*•*•*

Toji: im doing a tea diet

Shiu: what does that entail?

Toji: an eating disorder probably

*•*•*

Nobara: im gonna die a slow suffocating pepper death

Yuji: if you die from a pepper the universe really had it out for you

Nobara: ok peanut allergy

*•*•*

Nanami: i often think about what if 9/11 happened two months earlier

Nanami: 7/11 would have woken up to a PR nightmare

*•*•*

Toji: how you gonna cheat on your girl with a limp dick?!

*•*•*

Gojo, lovingly: oh nanamin, what does the fox say?

*•*•*

Toji: im going to sleep i dont give a fucking flying fucking turtle shit

*•*•*

Geto: the most consistent panty dropper is not rizz, but closeted homosexuality

*•*•*

Yuji: i know what gets the bitches goin *turns on chowder*

*•*•*

Toji: you know that spoon keychain you got me?

Megumi: mhm

Toji: im so sorry but i definitely did cocaine off of it

*•*•*

Uraume: if you wanna find trans people go to hottopic

*•*•*

Shoko: nurse! scissor me!

*•*•*

*5am, packing a bowl*

Nobara: does this count as a wake n bake

Yuji: yes

Yuji: well if you never woke you never boke

*•*•*

Sukuna: if i bite into a burger and it cums in my mouth im shooting up the block

*•*•*

Yuji: omg whos calling me?

Nobara: your mom— oop...

Nobara: sorry

*•*•*

Nanami: let a man kiss his partners mons pubis what are you the cops?

*•*•*

Gojo after Geto sent him nudes: thank you for keeping my dick fat, youre like a son to me

*•*•*

Gojo: getting megumi to shower is a fight

Geto, looking him up and down: ... does that run in the family?

*•*•*

Shoko to Gojo: little is NOT how i would describe your eyes

*•*•*

Megumi: kendrick lamar stuck in my head

Yuji: just his face or,,,?

Megumi: his music???????

*•*•*

Nanami: not to be obscure but you guys cant translate the phrase "whore boy" like that

[purpleprey]

Chapter 12: Avian Legacy

“We have to get out of here!” I cried, as we walked through the quickly crumbling reality. I pointed ahead of us where some of the ceiling had caved in, revealing a possible way out. The debris had fallen in a way to create a staircase right to our salvation. Despite how lucky this was, it was SURELY a terrible, terrible sign of just how fucking broken time and space was. We Last Boss’d over to the staircase before dropping fully to our hands and feet so that we could clamber up the steps. On the surface of the prison moon, it was complete chaos. Even more than before. Disgraceful place, wouldn't recommend to anyone.

We had found ourselves in the garden once more where we could only watch as both prisoners and guards alike ran around in a panic. It was pandemonium. We stood in the temporary safety of the garden as the buildings surrounding began to explode and implode simultaneously. I turned to my friends in a slight daze. What had we done to this place?

“We need to leave right now,” Elly said sternly. I glanced up at the glass dome that was starting to crack. That would probably be bad I reckon. We turned to the one building that remained: the one that led down to the prison moon’s garage. From there we could find a ship that would allow us to escape this place once and for all. We’d have to move fast though, lest the roof collapse onto our vulnerable noggins. We darted into the building and then bolted down the seemingly never-ending staircase that should lead us to the garage. But half an hour into our bolting and we still hadn’t reached our destination. And then we did, slowly... then all at once. We found a locked iron door. We stared at the door in shock. How were we supposed to get past this?

Suddenly Venus spoke up: “Um, Cosmic, do you still have that key that Bionic Arcadia gave you?”

Cosmic reached his whole forearm into the chest pocket of his overalls. After rummaging for a while he pulled out the keys, novelty keychain attached.

“Yes, I still have that key that Bionic Arcadia gave me.” He stared at us and we stared back at him. A few seconds passed of this before Cosmic finally realised what we wanted to do and unlocked the door for us all. The key was a perfect fit, I let out a sigh of satisfaction. We hurried in to find a row of Mad Maxxed out golf carts, some old space cars from way back in the day of 2022, A BMW 523S, and just past the cars were the spaceships. THOSE were our way off this decaying moon. We raced to the nearest spaceship and waved our hands at it, triggering the motion-activated doors.

The inside of the spaceship was pretty basic but it would have to do. Elly, Venus and I all ran towards the captain’s chair at once. I managed to make it there first (as only the true leader would) and was faced with a horrifying realisation: we hadn’t found out where the spaceship keys were kept!

“Shit!” I exclaimed, slamming my fists on the steering wheel, activating the A.I. companion.

“Hello Captain, I am AmFrederik. I am the A.I. companion of this ship. Where are the keys? You haven’t put them in yet.” Spoke the robotic voice of AmFrederik from the ship’s speakers.

I groaned, these things are so annoying. “AmFrederik, deactivate.” i commanded.

“I’m sorry captain, I cannot do that. Please insert the keys,” Said AmFredrick in a friendly fake voice. I growled in anger.

“I haven’t got the time for this, AmFrederik,” I said in my most Captain-y voice, “Just fucking deactivate!”

“Wait,” Venus spoke up, shoving me away, “AmFrederik, can you tell us where the keys are?”

“No.” Was all AmFrederik said in response.

Venus sighed. “Whatever,” he muttered, before pushing me further out of the way to flip down the mirror above the front window. It was then that I realised just how deeply Moorish Zealous’ words had cut him. He was so damaged and insecure about his facial hair that he had to look at himself in the shitty spaceship mirrors, the least-flattering type of mirror out there. But that's when I realised!

“The keys!!” I hollered, noticing the keys attached to the mirror flap with an elastic band. Venus didn't react, he was too busy sadly running his hand along his jaw in the mirror, overthinking his facial hair.

However, someone else did notice. It was AmFrederik!

“You have the keys, I hear!” AmFrederick artificially announced. “Quickly now, put them in me.” I grimaced but complied, inserting the keys as requested.

“YES.” AmFrederik shouted synthetically, his engine revving loudly. I tried to put the space ship into drive but the gear shift wouldn’t budge.

“Before we go,” AmFrederik’s manufactured voice rang out, “You must answer some security questions.”

“FUCK!!!” I roared, slamming my head onto the steering wheel.

“Umm, Obsidian??” Cosmic’s tiny and concerned voice spoke up. I turned around to glare at Cosmic, who was looking out the back window where the garage was starting to disintegrate. I threw my head back in annoyance.

“Alright, AmFrederik, go ahead.” Elly spoke up as I kept my gaze locked on the ceiling.

“First question,” Begun AmFrederik in his cheery tone. “What is your favourite food?”

I froze up. How am I supposed to know the ship’s ACTUAL owner’s favourite food!!??

“We just have to guess,” Elly whispered to me, “We don't have time!”

This was a lot of pressure. “Um… calamari…” I gritted my teeth, taking an absolute stab in the dark. I waited tensely for a reply.

“Second question,” AmFrederik continued. I sighed in relief, amazed I’d somehow telepathically known calamari was the right answer. Elly and Venus patted me on the shoulders in support as I waited in anticipation for the next question.

“What makes you unique?” AmFrederik had the gall to ask me. Who chooses that security question? The captain of this ship did and I needed to get into his mindset if I wanted to survive this.

I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly, shifting my mindset, getting into The Zone. “What makes me unique? Heh… what an interesting question,” I chuckled, still within The Zone, “I have to say, my soul, my heart beats to a different beat than those around me. Y’know, it's funny… I’ve known since a young age that I was different from everyone else but it wasn’t until I was eleven that I realised just what that difference was: I’m an empath. My heart doesn't just beat at a different rhythm, it simultaneously beats in perfect harmony with everyone, with the earth. Some people don’t understand but y'know, I GET that. I have so much love to give. I, Robbing “Succa” Wang, know how it feels TO feel. I just want to share my gift with the world <3”

There was a moment of silence. I sat in the captain's seat with my eyes still closed, cultivating the persona of Robbing “Succa” Wang that I had created, hoping that since that was the most common name in this universe, it’d be the right answer.

“Question three,” AmFrederik went on, signalling that I’d gotten the right answer, ripping me out of The Zone in ecstasy. I was once again Obsidian Leviathan. I awaited the next question tensely.

“Do you want to get a drink sometime?” AmFredrick stated.

Oh.

I knew I was irresistible but I didn’t realise that that extended to non-living entities. I was floored.

“Uh, uhm, AmFrederik if you get us out of here, I’ll give you whatever you want.” I promised.

“Do you promise?” AmFrederik asked.

“Yes, I just did.” I answered.

“Ok, captain!” AmFrederik responded, the engine revving again. “We are ready 2 go! The security questions were all a ruse! Only newer versions of AmFrederik have that function.”

Before I could respond in rage and anger, we entered light-speed, just as the last scrap of the garage turned to dust behind us.

It would still be a decent amount of time until we reached Earth, which gave me ample time to reflect on things, and as a result, as I turned to look at the last particles of S/2003 J 2 disappear behind us through the rear window, my mind flashed back to The Headmasters diary. All this time, I had thought he was some kind of cruel and unreasonably attractive being but as it turns out, he was simply a heartbroken and unreasonably attractive being. We had misunderstood his intentions.

It seemed the others also had Headmaster on the brain, but their memory of the man was different.

“I can't believe we actually managed to KILL the Headmaster!! :D” Cosmic cheered hugging Elysium in celebration, blissfully unaware of the deeply humbling and traumatizing words in the diary I had read. As the others partied and rejoiced, my senses started to leave me and I became numb with grief. A single tear rolled down my cheek as a disco ball lowered from the spaceship ceiling and Elly started to play some music that I would’ve considered a bop, had I not felt so... empty. The Headmaster was more human than any of us, he had said it to me himself after I had tazed Cosmic during the ego season. I truly was a criminal, I belonged on a prison moon he himself didn’t really belong on. I looked at my murderous hands, repulsed, until the flashing rainbow rave lights hurt my poor lil eyes. I needed to shut this shit down. I rifled through my pockets, trying to find something of use. The only thing I found was the relic of a phone that Avian Dust gifted me. I guess that would do.

I aimed carefully and threw the phone directly at the disco ball, shattering it instantly :). The glass shards rained down onto me unfortunately. This both hurt and embarrassed me as everyone turned to look at me. I curled up fearfully, forgetting what I was going to say.

“Is there a problem, Obsidian?? It’s just a small get together to celebrate YOU murdering the Headmaster :D” Elysium comforted me unwisely. I slowly uncurled and stood up, dazzling like a character straight out of Twilight (It's a pretty old film, you probably wouldn't get the reference lol :/) because of all of the glass embedded in me. I tried my best to give my companions a look that would convey all of the sorrow (because of the headmaster) and pain (because of the glass) I was experiencing, but I couldn’t quite manage it.

“Aww don't be so humble, Obsidian!! It’s all thanks to you the headmaster is dead!! It's all your fault!!” Cosmic beamed “Don't be afraid to take some responsibility for once!!! Now get in here!! It’s party time!!!!!!!” Both Cosmic and Elysium ganged up on me, taking an arm each and tugging me onto the spaceship’s dancefloor that all spaceships have. The lights shone onto me, illuminating me as the human disco ball I apparently was. The lights reflected gloriously off the tears of guilt and remorse that ran down my face too, which didn’t help my situation.

I needed a way out of this and I was fortunate enough to be handed one when I heard Venus sigh, still sitting at the front of the ship. He was going through something, he must need a compassionate voice to talk with. I needed some comfort of my own, still trying to cope with the guilt of ending the life of a misunderstood celestial being, and Venus had also read the diary that haunted me. He was the only person here who could understand the emotional turmoil I was struggling with. I evacuated the dance floor, infected by the sound, and walked over to stand by Venus’ side, making eye contact with him through the mirror.

"Hey," I murmured as I sat on the floor beside the captain's seat. He didn't reply, he simply continued to gaze into his reflection worriedly. I looked down at my hands nervously, searching for the magic words I could offer to ease the tension.

"Do…You want to talk about it?" I queried.

"Not unless you happen to have a razor, or a particularly sharp rock" he grumbled, still assessing his almost feminine chin in the mirror, not even sparing me a glance. THAT WAS SO STUPID OF ME. WHAT A STUPID, STUPID QUESTION. I thought violent and vengeful thoughts towards myself but then I realised I had said them out loud.

Venus tore his eyes from the mirror, looking at my glass-filled body. His eyes lit up for a moment. I'd never seen his eyes shine in such a way while looking at me.

He reached towards me, oh so slowly, and gripped a glass shard, unsheathing it from my flesh.

"Yes, this will do!" He gleamed, turning back to the mirror, shaving along his sharp, excellent jawline with the edge of the fractal.

I looked down at the inside of my arm where he had extracted the glass. Blood was spilling out like a fountain. He had unplugged a hole made by the glass in an artery! This is rare! I looked back up at him, feeling more light-headed than usual.

"Thanks for this, Obsidian," he smiled, still focused on his grooming and not on my dangerously paling face, "I feel much better. Now nothing is weighing on my mind, especially nothing I should feel guilty about."

"Ah.. about that," I began, my mind flashing back to The Headmaster… “you read his… fuzzy pink diary… right?”

Venus paused his actions to consider what I was saying.

“Yeah, I did,” he said, “It was a good read.” He resumed his shaving and I gasped in shock!!

“Is that it?!?!?” I continued to gasp in shock “it was so harrowing, Venus! He was more human than any of us…” Venus laughed, interpreting what I said as a joke, I suppose because he wasn't traditionally human. I was dismayed, this was almost ruining the perfect perception of Venus that I placed upon a pedestal. If he could read something as emotionally traumatising as that and feel nothing, what else was he capable of?

Venus inspected his face in the mirror, having finished his flawless shaving job before looking down at me which was generous of him to do. He raised his eyebrows, seeing the dismay on my face as I opened and closed my mouth like a fish as I tried to search for the words I wanted to say.

“Look,” he began, “It shook me a little at the time of reading, but… it does not really matter. After all, it was about our freedom, our survival,” he raised an eyebrow, “Obsidian… What is more important? The headmaster or our master plan?” I sighed, because the correct answer to this trick question was obviously that Venus was the most important.

“Just because it was necessary, doesn’t mean I can feel good about it,” I sighed, “It’s just a little surprising to me that you’re able to brush this aside with such ease. His face is all I can think about now.” Venus gave me a weird look.

“Do you believe in an afterlife, Obsidian?”

I stared at Venus, not knowing what to say! This was a heavy question…

“WHAT!” I invited him to elaborate further.

“Well, it’s interesting,” he went on. Except, he didn't go on. He snapped the mirror closed abruptly, punctuating his very ominous thought, as he vacated the driver's seat. He walked over to where Elly and Cosmic were still partying. I considered following him, but when I tried to get to my feet, my legs buckled and I collapsed back to the ground in a heap.

I had almost forgotten, I was still bleeding out. I started seeing double so I let my head rest on the cold hard floor of the ship (by choice). Surely I was in the right headspace to make a very important phone call. Venus and I were drifting apart due to our separate moral outlooks! It's time I made The Call…

I spied the old rotary phone lying on the dance floor, surrounded by the very few disco ball shards that weren’t currently stuck in my body (aside from the one Venus used as a razor). I clenched my eyes shut, grit my teeth in determination and began to drag myself inch by inch across the ship’s floor. It took a long time due to my dizziness, but after leaving a considerable snail trail of blood, my hand finally blindly grabbed the phone. Thank god that was over! Now to find somewhere private to talk.

I continued dragging myself until I made it to the bathroom. I hoisted myself into a seating position and looked at the phone, realising I didn’t know Avian’s number. However, before I could even consider fetching my Yellow Pages, the phone started to ring. My hand lunged toward the receiver but I missed by a number of inches. After a while, I finally succeeded and answered the phone eloquently.

“Hhhheheyy avidsndf” I greeted her. My head hit the floor again and I groaned in pain. Somehow, it seems the phone did not pick up the sound since Avian Dust didn't seem to notice.

“Yes? What is it?” She did not greet me.

“Aaaviandshasjd i dontty tinkf venush liiekwds me :((((“

“What??” she asked. She mustn't have been able to hear me since I realised my hand was shaking since my body suddenly became very cold. I tried to repeat myself but my voice came out as nothing more than a pained groan. I was very happy that Venus wasn’t able to hear it.

Avian then spoke again. “I can’t understand a word you’re saying. Speak up now or forever hold your peace.”

“Venuth” I wheezed out. How odd, I’m usually far more composed than this. I lay there in a pool of tears that I cannot be sure were even my own since I don't remember crying them out.

“Ah… ok, based on context clues, I’m going to make an assumption. So, here's what you're gonna do. You want to bond with Venus, right?”

I nodded. Just felt like the right thing to do over the phone.

“What are his interests? What does he do for a living? These are the fundamental questions you have to be asking a romantic interest. But you already know that, right?” she rhetorically questioned me. I shook my head. She rolled her eyes.

“Ok look,” Avian went on, trying to speed up this conversation, “how about i set you up in a nice little place on earth? A nice little hotel or something? NOTHING like quality time,”

I tried to blush a lil, but I simply could not. Was Avian really going to, so kindly, wingman me? Since her name is Avian it shouldn’t be surprising. I nodded again, more enthusiastically this time and Avian smiled.

“Looks like you're hurtling straight for Los Angeles. I've pulled some “strings” and booked some rooms in a real fancy place. The rest is up to you,” and with that she hung up. I was so excited i didn't have time to ask what she meant by ‘hurtling’.

As it turns out, there was no need to ask. I suddenly heard the screams of my companions from outside the bathroom and attempted to run out and see what was happening. Instead, I could only flop on out and back onto the dance floor, like a fish out of water, like I was doing the worm, like I was a dehydrated Venus. I couldn't cope anymore and started crying loudly. It was all too much, I was at my breaking point. I still didn’t know why everyone else was screaming.

THEY JUST WOULDN'T STOP SCREAMING!

[lgctaeha]

╰ ❮ SEYOON ❯

"Ready to impress me?" He asked, looping his left arm around Taeha's right and pulling her closer. He tapped the side of his head to her shoulder in a playful 'girlfriend' fashion, letting his lips tilt in a sightly exaggerated hopeful smile. Considering their height difference, he had to lean over a lot, but that probably only made this whole thing funnier. "Here, yellow dart first. My favorite color, may it bring you luck!" He wiggled his fingers over the dart as if to sprinkle it in fairy dust. "Go, Taeha, go!"

“Six times,” Taeha spouts incredulously between bites of her ice cream cone, feigning disbelief before cracking a playful smile. “Only six? We have all day don’t we? Let’s make it seven - No! Eight times!” she adds with a snicker, giving his side a nudge before following him along to one of the game booths.

The attendant greets them with a friendly nod while Taeha peers over the barrier to size up the layout. It seemed easy enough, and she was a pro at this after all. "Prepare to be impressed! Amazed! Astoni - " She's a bit startled by Seyoon's tug, shying away on an impulse and dotting the tip of her nose with ice cream. "Hey! How am I supposed to work with one arm, huh?! Hold this - " Taeha mutters with a bashful grin, passing over the cone before swiping her nose on her sleeve. "I'm coming for ya, Mr. Bear!" she calls out in English as she stretches her arms overhead for a quick warmup.

She raises a single digit in the direction of a pink balloon, drawing a few tiny circles around it in the air while she tests the weight of the dart in her other hand. "Okay... Center shot!" A flick of her wrist sends the dart flying - right into the cork board, not even close to the balloon she'd been aiming for. "That... That was just a warm up!" she assures Seyoon with a wave of her hands and reaches for another dart.

Two times the charm! ...And another miss. Okay, maybe it was three times the charm. By the time she reaches for the fourth dart ( a pity try offered by the attendant for all her valiant effort ), her brows are furrowed with determination. One final throw and pop! “Ha! There!” The attendant gives a bit of lackluster applause and hands her a tiny keychain as a consolation prize. She holds up the… googly eyed cotton ball ( ?! ) with a slight frown. “At least it’s yellow... Sorry, I couldn't get you the bear… I swear I used to be really good at this! Maybe - Maybe the game’s rigged?!”