#they are seriously the definition of good sportsmanship

[aloesarchives]

Kengan Headcanon: Gaolong's reaction to an opponent speaking about you in a unsavory manner

Warnings: Swearing on my end, reader been ogled at, gender neutral reader/pronouns

Series: Kengan Ashura/ Kengan Omega

Pairing: Gaolong Wongsawat x GN! Reader

Word count: 1988

Pronouns: They/them (reader is referred as partner and (Y/N))

(A/N: Been sitting in my file for a year. Now it's finally finished and posted. Please let me know if there is anything else I need to tag in my warnings.)

So I already established that in my headcanon of Gaolang that he respects women unironically, actually he respects people in general.

That’s because he’s just GOATED like that and is overall a decent person, especially in the world/universe of Kengan.

But back to the topic, the reason why I want to establish this is he is someone that doesn’t take no shit from anyone. Based on what we learned in Ashura, Gaolang looks down upon those who are cocky and don’t take fighting seriously. Looking more into it, he normally just gets irritated by them due to his calm and collected composure. 

In the world of the sport boxing, it’s no stranger that he will come across people who don’t fall under the definition of sportsmanship. Gaolang has his fair share of opponents that need a little bit of humbling, and he for sure gives it to them during the boxing match. It also doesn’t help his perception of them when they think and openly claim they can clean Gaolang up, making him believe they’re shallow inside and out. But he only does the pre-fight press conference because his manager told him it builds up his good reputation and consistent publicity. Knowing him, he wouldn’t really go to these but he does it for the sake of the sport and the benefits it brings as previously mentioned.

In a normal situation at a pre-fight press conference, he’ll get annoyed by these fighters and let that emotion subside after the press conference is done. He’ll reply nonchalantly to anything that’s thrown at him whether it’s questions or remarks from his opponents that tests the waters. He knows how to handle them and just waits to get into the ring so his fighting can do all the talking for him.

That’s until there was one opponent he had to fight he wouldn’t forget. Gaolang’s title as heavyweight champion was never challenged nor questioned at all. But during that moment in time, Gaolang’s title as champion was being questioned when another boxer was racking up wins left and right. Although this boxer was slightly younger, he was picking up fast and his fights looked impressive. Eventually, this novice boxer was turning heads and getting popular to the point where rumors and speculation about him being the new champion in the heavyweight division. It seemed absurd to think so, but it wasn’t out of the picture. 

Gaolang saw the boxer’s other fights and understood where the praise was coming from. Although Gaolang was confident in his abilities, he still was cautious of the other’s abilities and boxing style. So like always, Gaolang trained like he always does. This wasn’t new to you at all since you have been with Gaolang for quite some time and married for a few years at that point in time.

You thought this opponent was different as he seemed humble and didn’t bark a lot. After turning on the t.v. back in Thailand, you started watching the pre-fight press conference. Again, nothing new to you at all. When the questions from reporters started coming in, both boxers answered them as normal. However, you had a feeling that something was off about the guy. You could tell what it was but your gut had a strange feeling that couldn’t be shaken. 

It was not until the last 15 minutes of the conference that the novice boxer started to bite off more than he can chew. There was one reporter left that triggered a particular answer from him that caught Gaolang’s attention. However, what got a reaction out of him was when the boxer mentioned your name.

“But I will admit though, Gaolang. I’m jealous of you. You’ve got a beautiful and wonderful partner there. I wish I had someone like (Y/N).” 

Gaolang didn’t like where this was going. More so when someone mentions your name that wasn’t friends, family, or King Rama. He knows people like to use your name to throw off Gaolang but he knows how to deal with those who try to use your name to their advantage.

But it doesn’t mean Gaolang doesn’t feel any sort of anger when this happens, especially now.

Gaolang stood up and gave his signature glare to his opponent. He then walked across the stage and stood in the middle. The boxer did the same but he had a stupid shit eating grin plastered on his face.

“What’s with the face, Gaolang? I thought you would agree since you have (Y/N) to yourself, ya’know? Having such a fine person as a partner is something between us two men with good taste could understand.”

“Watch your tongue, (Boxer’s name). (Y/N) is not an object and is not to be ogled at, have some respect.”

But the boxer didn’t know any better and forgot to hold his tongue. The next few things that came out his mouth sent Gaolang’s blood boiling. Then there’s you  who gasped and covered your mouth as you watched what unfolded in front of you on the screen. Deepening his glare more while still keeping his stoic face, he looked down upon the novice boxer.

“Your words against (Y/N) are punishable crimes, and I will deliver the punishment without further question.”

With that, Gaolang turned and walked towards the exit. All chaos breaks out in the conference room. Meanwhile, you were sitting at home with the feeling of disgust and a pinch of fear. You never minded when your name came in the news, but this type of attention was something you feared and the fact a man said on live television with no hesitation was terrifying.

Basically, Gaolang went straight to his hotel room and took a cool shower to calm down.

The anger subsided but the feeling of repulse didn’t.

There are only 3 things that Gaolang shows pride, loyalty and devotion towards: the country of Thailand, King Rama, and you.

And how dare that boxer disrespect you in front of him. The absolute audacity!!!

After Gaolang finishes his shower, he calls you to see if you're okay. Whether it is physically or emotionally, Gaolang needs to make sure you’re doing alright. Gaolang, as always, is respectful towards you in anything. That’s why he has never mentioned you or your relationship to the public unless you allow it. But even then, he wants it to be lowkey af.

Sure, you have calmed down. However, you were a little shaken by this. I mean, I would if a random man said some unsavory things about me on public broadcasting.

Gaolang apologized for letting this happen to you, to which you told him that this isn’t anything too serious and that he should focus more on his upcoming title defense match.

However, this was and IS a serious matter to Gaolang. So the next few days, Gaolang trained with just a little bit more intent than normal.

(Meanwhile, that boxer is getting absolutely slandered for the shit he said on the internet. Those netizens don’t like how he dissed their favorite power couple)

At last, the day of the match that would decide who keeps the title is here. You opt to stay home for this as it would be better for your piece of mind. But you were more worried about Gaolang. Although you  know your husband well, actually that’s the problem. You know how exactly your husband is. Goalang isn’t a hard person to read. He’s rational, calm, loyal, and observant. One thing you notice about Gaolang is how defensive he can get.

People can shit talk him all they want, he could give zeros fucks at all. But insult Thailand, King Rama, or god forbid you, that person is gonna get fucking die.

It had been a couple of days since the conference. So you know the initial anger wore off. But still, you only hope Gaolang goes somewhat  easy on him.

But since the controversy at the press conference caused such attention, this match was one of Gaolang’s most anticipated matches yet for any of his titles.

The event started as per usual with any boxing matches, the sponsors, introductions/entrances, anthems, etc. The challenger seems as confident as ever, having barely any nervousness evident on his face. Same goes with Gaolang, but with his classic stoic stare. The match was on its way once the referee explained the rules and the first bell rang.

However, you knew something was wrong right off the bat with him. It wasn't like Gaolang was fighting alright, he’s a man that never half ass anything. But you can tell he wasn’t giving his all at all. You didn’t know why he wasn’t trying at all. This wasn’t like his fight with Kaneda, he put effort into that one. But something was different about this match and you couldn’t tell what.

It seemed like Gaolong was struggling seemingly, the commentators were shocked and questioned that there would be a new heavyweight boxing champion on their hands. Was this the end of Gaolong’s reign as boxing champion?

No, you knew we wouldn’t lose to people like his opponent. He would rather die than give them a win.

The third round came along and around seemed hype about Gaolong’s opponent and he seemingly being the winner. However, Gaolong was not phased by this. In fact, he still kept his calm composed aura like he always does. That’s when you saw that Gaolong was up to something. You didn’t know yet but it was something.

The 3rd match began and that was when everything suddenly changed. It was like a flip of a switch as Gaolong just started boxing the hell out of his opponent. Gaolong had landed more hits than his opponent could dodge. 

It was obvious to the crowd that this round was one-sided. Gaolong outmatched the hell of his opponent in every way he could. And with a finishing blow to the jaw, Gaolong had won by a knockout. The crowd went wild, the commentators losing their minds from the fast yet heavy KO.

Gaolong pulled the ultimate power move by letting his opponent think he had a sliver of hope in beating Gaolong. Only for Gaolong to straight up smash it to the group and pummel it until it was dust. He shattered the man’s hopes and dreams by letting him think he had a chance of getting a win only for Gaolong to show him that he is nowhere near his level.

That Gaolong was miles ahead of this cocky bastard and he made sure his opponent knew that. This loss will forever change his opponent for the rest of his career.

After the Gaolong’s win was finalized, all he wanted to do was go home back to Thailand and be with you. That’s it. He did his press conferences and interviews, but he didn’t care for them. All that mattered was you and he needed to get home to you as soon as possible.

As always, King Rama gives Gaolong a few days to a week off of work when Gaolong brings home a win. Every time Gaolong wins, it’s like an unofficial national holiday is happening. Thailand is bright and festive as ever everything he wins.

Now with Gaolong back home and off from work, he just spends his time with you. Maybe a little training but more so leisure and doing errands or chores with you. You were happy that Gaolong isn’t in a bad mood anymore but Gaolong now knows that people who weaponized you and your name against him just to stir the pot. 

Well, he takes that pot and creates his own fucking food with it because no way in hell will he let someone do that to you. He made it known with that match. Because after that match, his opponents never mentioned your name ever again.

Thai God Guard Dog privileges.

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[streamdotpng]

Since you mentioned Enid going through the anger part of the stages of grief it made me think it would be kind of interesting if the tournament accidentally reflected those stages, from Enid’s point of view, her whole year doing her best to have her pack be the Arcadia representatives could qualify as Denial, the animosity of being forgotten kickstarting Anger and maybe Bargaining coming as the bridge between Wenclair happens as a “”maybe”” alliance against the other schools (who in turn want the biggest threats of Nevermore and Arcadia out), it’s a nice step, they are kind of awkward as teams but they work, and Depression happens when Enid not only realizes her attitude definitely hurt her old friends to some extent (c’mon you know that little info reveal is going to be brutal) but that, in a way, she was right, maybe those horrible thoughts she had for so long of being inappropriate were right all along, they truly were better off without her, I mean, they are indeed closer now, they were there for each other when she was gone, and Enid? Enid had wanted to crush them under her heel to feel better over her friends not being miserable over her, which they had been, and all of this is her fault and—

Also fuck acceptance, we are not resolving this like proper adults, we are running off into the woods out of shame (and to not go into a rampage on the middle of a literal school) - The Choir’s suggestion, probably, Enid seriously considers it, though

Also a funny name fact, idk if we share this language tidbit but the Oars used for things such as rowing are called Remo in Spanish, coincidentally, our way of writing Remus, so I think the Rowers/Rowing team name is kind of fitting, also Rowers reminds me of Growlers and it accidentally follows the Nevermore Outcast name system

HOW'D YOU FIGURE OUT MY PLAN?? (has not been discreet at all)

Also bargaining is also Enid and Wednesday having time between themself outside the tournament. Where Enid sees wednesday getting affected by everything and offers a tour because there's no point in being up against you if you're distracted

Itd be like old times, Wednesday

Silly Enid, why don't you just say you want to hang out?

BUT NOT ENID RUNNING AWAY WHEN THE SHAME HITS 😭 I HAD A WHOLE ENDING THOUGHT OUT WHERE ENID AND THE PACK WON THE TOURNAMENT AND EVERYTHING

It should be a joyous occasion, there's people cheering and so much noise but even then Wednesday catches her eye

The nightshades look sad sure but they're patting each other in the back and essentially taking it in such a good sportsmanship way that it leaves a bitter taste on Enid's mouth

It's then that enid gets reminded that what's the point of winning when it isn't with her?

And it just slams into Enid that while this is another poe cup tournament, it will never be like the first, the one she won with Wednesday

[feverista-11]

arcane women sports headcanons!

volleyball

caitlyn:

-she is DEFINITELY a middle

-her height obviously

-i just SEE her being a middle

-the insane blocks she’d manage to do omgkgkfjsj

-has a mind blowing vertical jump

-is definitely an angry player, this is why she wasn’t chosen as the captain

-will scold opponents under her breath

-when she’s benched, she’ll curse the shit out of the opposing team

-will probably try to argue with the referee in the middle of the game

-her serves are always a top spin, pinpointed wherever she wants it to go

-is a monster with the pipe (particular type of attack carried out at the limit of the three-meter line. It is difficult to execute and therefore requires a lot of skill.)

-takes points against her very personal

-will block any spike from the attacker who scored that last point

-if subbed will most likely say, “but coach, I didn’t make any mistakes” “you’re mad Caitlyn, calm down” “so incredibly unfair” in a strong british accent with a frown on her face

-absolutely hates being subbed

-which rarely happens since mistakes from her part are rare

-coincidentally you’ll always see her execute the set point

-but will not go easy on herself if she makes a detrimental mistake for the team

-if there’s something to fix, she’ll kill herself until she gets it done perfectly

jinx:

-kind of on the fence about her

-thinking of her being the libero probably

-will smirk at any good dig of hers

-AGILITY

-reflexes are on point

-flips the opponents off if they set an attack specifically towards her

-definitely keeps on getting sanctioned

-unlike caitlyn she’ll just plainly scold the other players out loud

-insanely fast and manages to save many of the balls going off field

-doesn’t seem like it but she’s pretty good at supporting her teammates when they’re down

-but will mercilessly sabotage herself if she makes a few mistakes

-plays to get the approval she’s been missing

-is almost flawless at the game but her constant self sabotaging keeps her from greatness

-seeks comfort in playing

mel

-OHMYGOJSJS

-the setter

-best on the team besides caitlyn

-team captain 100%

-bases herself on morality and logic over feelings

-which drives her to be a great captain

-knows perfectly how to get a hold of herself when mad

-master at aces

-struggles to keep her teammates composed at times but manages to do it

-will glare at vi/jinx/caitlyn if they action against someone

-had to scold vi once for trying to get physical with an opponent which led to vi’s suspension

-has a beautiful set technique, idek how she does it

-magnificent floating serve

-has the best sense of sportsmanship out of all 4

-the others barely have any sportsmanship to be completely honest😭

-caitlyn a bit more but.. not all that much

-takes the sport seriously

-her top priority are her teammates’ well-being, physical and mental

vi

-well here we go

-is the strongest on the team (physically)

-relies more on strength than technique

-which can be rather… inconvenient at times

-takes EVERYTHING personal

-will make it her goal to take revenge on anyone who does her wrong

-even if it was just the slightest glare

-most likely would be an attacker

-has an insane agility

-her spikes are deadly to anyone standing on her way

-is very warm towards her team

-determined to win every game and give her all into them

-jump serves

-“what’s the plan for today coach?” “physical, vi” “YES.”

-always catches the ball on the right angle

-loves tap downs

-will cheekily smirk towards the other team when she scores

-if she has any mistakes to fix, she won’t stop the hard work until she makes it happen

-is dedicated to the team

-the best motivator with mel

-is a screamer

-will scream when spiking or receiving a tough serve/spike

[imabillyami]

Hiii mate 😁

Juuust wonderin.. What are three things you loved about wrestlemania weekend and two things you hated about it??

(as always no pressure to respond) 😊

Ta 🐨

Hi friend!

(I’ll be responding to your other message shortly, I completely forgot about it amidst the hustle and bustle of Mania week.)

So, three things I loved:

Everything Sami - his little interview on the kickoff show, the segment before his match with his family, Gable and Kevin, his entire match, BRAINBUSTAAAA (his mentor's indie run means the world to me, I loved seeing him pay homage to the late great Generico), his title win & celebration, the lil segment before Kevin’s entrance, him celebrating with Cody (& Samijey crumbs). I’ve been on this journey with Sami since the day he made his first TV appearance on NXT in 2013 and seeing him so happy and content and finally appreciated just means the entire world to me. Anyone who suffered through the dark days with him will understand, I think. So yeah. Just. Sami. Always.

The women’s matches. The Big Three vs Damage Ctrl match was entirely too short, but it meant the whole world to me. Bayley and Iyo putting on an instant classic, Rhea and Becky fighting through sickness and panic attacks and just kicking ass and delivering a banger. The women’s division shone so bright this weekend and I hope they’ll be given more chances to shine. (This is me asking for a midcard women’s title and more women’s matches in general.)

Tonight’s main event. It was everything I wanted. Well, initially I wanted Roman to win, but I understand why he didn’t. I’m a lot more relaxed about it now that it’s confirmed he’s not leaving. Anyway. I said in a post yesterday that I wanted it to be this ridiculous over the top match to end all matches. Cause I wanted Cody to fight for his life and I wanted Roman to go out with a bang. And boyyy did they deliver. I loved everything about it, seriously. I was entertained the whole damn time, I loved all the spots and the people who showed up and how Roman and Cody still got to shine. I’ll never be a Cody fan, that’s just a fact of life, but I can appreciate the chemistry they had in the ring and the sportsmanship he’s shown. So yeah, I loved it exactly as it was. And the ending made my little Shield-loving heart beat faster. I'll forever love these boys and their era. So Seth essentially costing Roman again? God I'm LIVING for that. (+ I loved the ending with the roster coming out to celebrate.)

(Honorary mention: I love how much fun everyone seems to be having lately. I know they talk a lot about how backstage morale is at an all time high these days and how they’re all working as a team to the point it barely feels like work, but this weekend I truly felt it. I had been taking a bit of a break from the weekly watching, despite being a loyal fan for almost 20 years, but this weekend truly reeled me back in and convinced me to give this new era a chance. I’m not doing well with change, it overwhelms me more often than not, but I feel like this weekend was a good start to shake the fears off and return to the product I love so much.)

As for the two things I "hated". I’m not really one to "hate" things. But I do have one thing/person I HATE soooo here we go:

Logan. I don’t think I have to explain that one any further. He’s the definition of human piece of trash. Anyone wondering why can look up my old posts about him. I don’t think a person like that deserves any platform whatsoever, no matter how many eyeballs he brings to the product. He belongs in jail and I’ll die on that hill.

I didn’t really „hate“ it - it was more a matter of being extremely saddened by it: The Usos getting so little time and a joke of a match. The buildup was so damn weak from what I’ve seen these past few weeks, the video packages and interviews really got me hyped again, but the shortness of the match and the match itself were a massive letdown. For what was supposed to be their dream match, I hate that they got done dirty like this. It wasn’t their fault, not in the slightest. I completely blame backstage politics and the production team. Honestly their spot in tonight’s match showed what they’re willing to do/ capable of, so I’m hoping they’ll get a proper feud leading up to Summerslam. With a proper build not overshadowed by anyone else, a fitting stipulation (anything goes, no dq?) and some proper time actually allotted to this match? I KNOW they can make pure magic. So yeah. That’s more sadness and disappointment on their behalf. Cause they deserved better.

Anyway. What about you? What did you love/hate about Wrestlemania weekend? I’d love to read your thoughts! 

Hugs to you!

[angstfactory]

"I can only imagine what I give off," Jesse remarked on a moody chuckle, though didn't bother enquire further as to her thoughts on the matter. As he said, he could imagine. Most people looked at him and thought specific things -- it wasn't hard to see what kind of things -- and Kara, being a detective that likely dealt with any number of guys like him on the daily... Well, Jesse didn't need the reminder of his shit character tonight. Especially after she made such a stink about him cheating somehow at cards. Absolutely true, sure, but Jesse assumed it was because the woman already saw him in said such specific way, that her only recourse was to believe the worst in him first. That's just how things went with folks.

Now, Jesse might be a completely unserious jackass even in the worst of times, but he wasn't an idiot. He was actually fairly perceptive of others and had good read on most situations, especially for common sense. Whether he heeded it or not, was another matter. Still-- the man could practically feel the shift in tone and the metaphorical distancing from him. Ah, maybe he triggered something. Or maybe he'd just put his foot in it. Probably both? Either way, the woman came off a bit frostier all of a sudden and Jesse stepped off as result, to give some space and respect the fact she obviously wasn't in the mood to be teased and hit on by him. Fair enough, then. Bit embarrassing to get egg on his face, yeah, but nothing he planned to cause a scene over. It wasn't the first time he got shut out, wouldn't be the last.

"All I'm sayin'," the man picked up his drink, "is that they're just dumb silly names that don't mean anything more than an icebreaker. They ain't even all sex-themed, anyway." Jesse was definitely one of those people whose mood was affected by those around him-- usually. He often matched energy and vibes. And that was probably why he felt off and uncomfortable now -- stupid, even. He'd been teasing her, though possibly went too far on it. Was it that outside the realm that he was even a little bit right, however, that she did hide behind sarcasm and a gun? Miss Congeniality over here, seriously. "People come to bars to hook up. They come to forget shit. They come to try n' relax. They come to just have some fun n' celebrate." This seemed pretty on par with them, didn't it? Their interactions were usually hit or miss-- hell, the first they met was with him behind a cell. In the drunk tank, more specifically, after causing a massive disruption and some property damage. And even though they were probably two entirely different worlds that didn't quite make sense when they let the particulars fall away, he thought she was a pretty cool person. Tough, too. What wasn't to like there?

Yet Jesse hadn't found someone that didn't leave him with an inkling that he didn't quite belong there. That could be his own doing, though. If there was question to the change in Kara, it became underlined, bolded, and asterisked as she called the bartender over to close out her tab. Welp. He got that message loud and clear. Jesse wasn't really in the mood to finish this drink anymore, but he did-- and quickly, too. The man downed it in several thick gulps before he sat the glass back down so carefully, it didn't even make a sound. "It's not," he confirmed, with a shrug. "If you got questions, then ask. Do you. Just sayin', sometimes the answers you'll find will be disappointin'."

Jesse suddenly faced the woman with a grin that didn't quite reach the eyes anymore, giving her his classic finger-guns as he backed up. "Thanks for the drink, partner. Next time, I expect better return on my winnin's, though. One drink? That's poor sportsmanship." The man plucked up the dark stetson he'd left back at their table, and pocketed the deck of cards within his jacket, seeing himself out. A walk home from here? Well, it'd take a while but it sounded pretty decent right about then.

"Don't twist my words, I'd never suggest you should be ashamed of it. I just said I was surprised. You don't give off 'big softy' by default." She shook her head, folding her arms across the bar and studying the drinks as they were served, her lips pressing together when he suggested she was - what, a prude for thinking the naming conventions were weird? That she didn't have fun herself, or something? His commentary was actually a bit offensive.

"Alright, Cowen. Maybe you need to get your ears checked. I didn't say there was anything wrong with sex, nor that I don't get any. But I appreciate hearing your true thoughts about me." She rolled her eyes, taking a sip of the drink that she claimed for herself, tracing her fingers in the condensation that was already forming on the glass. As if it was any of his business, anyway. "If you think acting like I'm prude or don't get out enough or something is going to earn you brownie points, then you're sorely mistaken. Please. Keep it in your pants no matter what."

"What can I say, I'm a curious person," she murmured, waving over the bartender once more to hand them a card and close out her tab for the night. "I don't think that's such a bad thing."

[yuzuruhanyu94]

Daily dosage of fluff.

[miekasa]

M-mie could we get some athlete boyfriend eren hcs too if you don’t mind, please and thank you😩

He is: my boyfriend, and I love him dearly. Perfect amount of himbo and athlete without being a jock, everybody give it up for Eren for being my dream boy <3

Eren plays sports year round, with the exception of maybe one or two winter seasons, just because his school/work/home life was too busy for athletics at those times. Otherwise, he’s always go something to practice for: soccer in the fall, hockey in the winter, and his choice of baseball or basketball in the spring.

He’s not a varsity athlete; that is, he’s not “committed” to any one team, so he’s not tied to playing one sport every year, nor are his academics linked to his athletics, or vice versa. He’s just a pretty athletic guy, and he’s got a lot of energy, and he enjoys sports, so naturally he plays whenever he can.

As it turns out, it does help him with his academics. Knowing he’s got practice the majority of the week forces Eren into building a schedule that prioritizes both schoolwork and sports so he can enjoy them equally. It teaches him to be independent in a way that he wasn’t expecting, but he’s come to really love.

And because he loves it, he doesn’t mind working hard for it. Liking the way he’s set it up for himself encourages him to do his best in both areas. It’s really just good for him all around: a good outlet fo his energy, a good way to spend his time, a good way to keep his grades in check, and a good way to keep himself comfortably happy and busy.

His appetite is insatiable, so it’s only dramatized when playing sports. He takes the all you can eat in all you can eat sushi a little too seriously.

The thing is… he’s a shit cook, too, so it’s not like he’s meal prepping to make sure he’s satisfying his appetite. He just buys a shit ton of food whenever he’s hungry. He’s always asking you if you wanna grab food, and part of it is to ensure that you’re eating—not as much as him, but eating nonetheless—but part of it is that he just likes sharing meals with someone.

He also doesn’t like to eat alone, so even if you only have your ten California rolls to his forty six spicy tuna rolls, that’s fine; he just wants the company.

That’s also why even if you say you’re not hungry, he’ll drag you out to eat with him anyway. And you’ll probably get fed some of his food even if you don’t order anything and insist that you’re not hungry because, “It’s really good, baby, just try it—just one bite, it’s okay I’ve got plenty left!”

He usually keeps a few granola bars and chips and other snacks of his liking on him. But because of Eren’s nature, he keeps them on you, too: in your car, in your backpack, in your apartment/dorm. You’ll meet him after class and he’ll kinda just start walking behind you, and you realize he’s opening your backpack, and you don’t even have time to question him before he’s pulling a bar out of the smallest pocket with a smile and munching on it.

Sometimes you come home and see his little protein shakes in your fridge. You definitely didn’t put them there, but you don’t move them, either. When you stock up on more when they’re running low, Eren contemplates marrying you.

If it’s been a hard week of practice or school, he tends to get sleepy when studying (usually when studying for his least favorite class, no coincidence there). He’ll close his laptop, put his hood up, and scooch his chair closer to yours before leaning his head on your shoulder.

He gets increasingly clingier the longer he naps; hand wrapping around your waist, nose poking at your neck. He’s not so subtly trying to hint that he wants you to quit studying and take him home to cuddle instead. If you don’t get the message, expect him to shut your laptop for you.

When you protest, Eren just looks at you with pouty lips and tired eyes, “Chemistry sucks anyway. Wanna nap, and also wanted you to do that thing with your hands when you massage my back for me.” (He then promptly falls asleep mid-massage on your bed).

He’s actually got a waiver to see a physical massage therapist because of how frequently he’s exercising. On occasion, he goes, but he claims he likes your massages much better. Also because he’s hesitant about a stranger touching him and once he moaned when the guy was working on his back and Eren swears it was one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.

He doesn’t get upset if you can’t make it to every game, but he does like it when you show up. Gets all cheesy and cocky with his arm around your shoulder, going on about how, “You’re my good luck charm, baby. I play better when you’re watching, you know?”

He has so much team clothing, from sweats to hoodies to t-shirts to socks. All he asks is that you wear something on game days, even if you can’t be there to support him while he’s playing. And that you keep one or two things for yourself anyway. He’ll put them in your closet for your if you don’t take them yourself <2

Because seeing you in his hoodie is always great, but his team hoodies are extra special, because they’ve got his name and his number on them. Whenever you’re wearing one, he trails just a half step behind you so he can see JAEGER printed on your back while you walk. Something about you wearing his last name around is… enticing, to say the least.

Even if it’s not the clothes branded with his name, Eren’s got a thing for you in sweats and/or workout clothes, so he’ll toss them at you whenever you sleep over. He’s always handsy, even if you’re just wearing an Under Armour shirt with the school’s logo on it; the material of it, and knowing that it’s his just makes him want to keep his hands on you.

Truthfully, he doesn’t workout all that much outside of practice. Occasionally, he’ll go to the gym with some of his teammates if they need a buddy, or go himself to stretch or take one of the free classes, but he doesn’t have a strict schedule for it. If you go to the gym, he’ll follow you if you ask, tho.

Turns out something that he does like is yoga. He’s not particularly flexible lmfao, but the stretching helps with muscle pain and tension, and he kinda finds the whole atmosphere of it relaxing. He’s still not so great at the meditation part of it, but he’s getting there.

(Actually, it’s pretty cute because on Tuesday and Thursdays, the yoga classes at the gym on campus are open-level and beginner friendly. That’s when the majority of the athletes show up, and you see people like Eren, Jean and Connie holding tree pose in the back room).

This, of course, makes him think that couples yoga is a great idea. Let’s just say, you’re lucky that Eren is strong enough to catch you and has sharp reflexes, because he’s certainly not the most balanced partner for this activity.

Game days are fun for him, and usually even if his team loses, he’s still so pumped up on adrenaline that he’s pretty happy. He only gets moody if he thinks the other team is playing dirty, or the refs are unfair, or he’s just been in a bad mood because of something that happened in his personal life; sports are an outlet for him, not his drive in life, so losing a game doesn’t take a huge toll on him.

Usually, even if he is upset about something personal, he’s able to funnel it into his game play. Small things used to make his whole sportsmanship sour, but overtime, he’s really gotten better at using his energy to fuel the right things. However, one thing that makes him foul (emotionally and literally; as in he might foul out of a game), is if he’s been fighting with you.

Sometimes it works in his favor—using the game as outlet, like usual—but it goes south pretty quickly. Because instead of using his aggression in a productive way, he gets distracted and easily pissed off, and it’s no good for anybody, especially himself. Because if he fouls out, or the coach takes him out for doing too much, then he can’t play; and if he can’t play then all that pent up frustration has no where to go; and then he’s forced to just sit with himself and his thoughts, but usually he starts deflecting and telling everyone else to piss off. Truly a no good, very bad box he’s put himself in.

You guys don’t fight that often, and it’s rare that it drags out for an extended amount of time when you do; but as with any relationship, it can happen. And when it does happen, if Armin doesn’t get to you first, expect one of Eren’s teammates to come groveling at your feet.

Or, rather, two. Because when you and Eren were fighting for over two weeks about god knows what at this point, it was Connie and Jean who ambushed you in the library. Jean had some pride to keep, but Connie was practically begging you to make up with Eren: “Look, I know he’s probably the one who said or did something to piss you off, and I’m not saying you gotta forgive him, but please just talk to him. I can’t run anymore extra laps because of him, and it’s gonna be so embarrassing if we lose to a C-list team on Friday because Eren’s funking up everyone’s attitude. PLEASE!”

Jean is more interested in the tea between you guys, but he also wants Eren to go back to being his normal hotheaded self, and not his current moody self. “He’s been playing like a bitch baby all week, and I’m gonna knock his skull in if he doesn’t fucking get his act together,” Jean rolls his eyes, “So just show up on Friday, alright? Do it for me and Connie, at least.”

When Eren does see you in the crowd at the game, it’s not a Troy and Gabriella moment, but when he sees you he feels so much relief that he’s physically calmer and way more mentally relaxed—because at this point Eren wasn’t even mad, he was just scared you might break up with him, and that fear brought out the worst in him. Seeing you in the stands, even if you didn’t wanna speak to him, was reassurance that you still gave a damn about him, and that was motivation enough.

He rushes to you after the game, wanting to make sure you don’t get swept away or leave with your friends. He’s smiling and so happy to finally see you that he almost forgets that you’re mad with him; hugging you and grinning ear to ear. When the reality kicks in, he kinda steps back at bit and rubs at his neck, embarrassed, but at least he knows he still has a chance to make things right with you.

(When you do make up, you’re surprised to find flowers and $10 coupon for your favorite pizza place in your mailbox a few days later. They’re from Connie, and his poorly handwritten note thanks you for “saving the team” and “curbing Eren’s temper).

[shy-peacock]

A fic based on a soccer game for linh or one of Chaus dance competitions

Rated G except maybe a potty word??? bleh

Linh's soccer game! Featuring-...VIRANA <3

Virana absolutely hated watching sports.

Yes, there was an exception. She liked watching people overcome physical feats and break records or watching martial arts competitions or even the wacky shows on television where average people tried to overcome an obstacle course that quite literally knocked them off their feet. However, just an average game? Like baseball or basketball? Virana couldn’t stand them. It was hard enough showing up to Namaari’s games as a child, wanting to show that support as her parent. But she never enjoyed watching it, no matter how good Namaari was at basketball. It was just a hobby, a way to show she had could sportsmanship and could be a team player. Nothing more or less of it.

But Linh playing soccer?

Now THAT was something Virana could get into it.

Linh was amazing at it. Only seven years old and she swept through the competition better than any of her fellow competitors. She had the skills, the determination as well as the confidence to bring her team to victory for each and every game. Linh played like a pro and she played often. Her parents fixing her up with a standard team during the soccer season while prepping her with a coach during the off. Linh did so well with soccer, she had been asked to join the team made up of older children. A group of ten year olds welcoming in their star player that was only seven. Right on time it seemed, considering the parents from their seven year old team had plenty of complaints over Linh’s abilities. Claiming it wasn’t fair that her skills made it difficult for her team to get any time to shine.

Please.

Virana rolled her eyes at those sore losers.

Why should Linh have to hold back her natural talent just to make the other kids feel special?

“It’s a bit different, Mom.” Namaari reminded her, “it’s not like when I was little-..the goal isn’t to win, it’s to teach the children how to play as a team as well as supporting all members of that team.”

Virana and Benja had come to Linh’s game, her second one since being traded into the new group. Benja sat next to Raya who had Chau in between her and Namaari while Virana sat on the end next to her daughter. Chau had a pair of headphones on as he leaned into Raya, his Mother wrapping her arms around him tight. The nine year old watching the game, but listening to his mellow tunes.

Virana huffed, “Well-..this is for the best then, Linh deserves to be challenged and not held back.”

“Trust me, she’s being challenged enough.” Raya laughed, adjusting a smidge when Chau perked up. Looking at the adult’s mouths moving for a moment as he realized they were talking before settling back on Linh as she ran back and forth across the field. Looking like a tiny field mouse amongst the taller players.“This morning she got up at five to run drills,” Raya added, “she’s definitely taking all of this pretty seriously..wanting to be the best out of her new teammates.”

“-which…is good that she’s wanting to get better for them, however she doesn’t have to be the best.” Namaari insisted, directing this at her Mother more than the rest of the group. Virana instantly noting the tone of her voice change, almost like a warning.

“What’s wrong with being the best?” Virana huffed, growing agitated, “you wanted the same thing as a child!”

Namaari opened her mouth and then slowly closed it, clearly about to say something but choosing against it. Thinking on her words, making Virana wonder what she had planned to say. Curious about the words unsaid more than the ones she eventually spoke.

“I am just saying, there..are a lot of things Linh can learn now..that I didn’t learn till I was much older.” she explained, “wanting to be the best can lead you to think you have to be the best..and when it doesn’t happen..I want Linh to know we’ll be proud of her either way.”

Virana took in the words, watching Namaari carefully as her attention turned back to the field. Virana did the same, but those words stuck with her throughout the entire game. Wondering, thinking, curious about it all.

The game ended in a loss. It was close and it all came down to Linh’s final shot. A shot she made but missed. Or more, made but was caught by the goalie. The other team erupting in cheers while her own team sighed in their defeat. Exchanging congratulations and getting a quick pep talk from their coach before the team dispersed and made their way back to their families. Linh taking the longest to find her way back to them, her steps tiny and her head bent, looking as though she had lost something incredibly valuable and not just a simple game.

Simple to others perhaps, but not to her.

They all crammed into the car and made their way uptown for lunch, Virana sitting in the front with Namaari while Raya and Benja entertained the kids in the back. The former leader of Fang stealing glances in the rearview mirror to see Linh hardly engaging, her eyes out on the road. Glossy, lip trembling, as if she were about to cry. When they finally arrived, Benja took Chau inside to get a table while Raya and Namaari lingered back at the car with Linh. Virana didn’t even notice that her grandchild had started crying, not until Raya had sat down on the floor of the car opening, pulling their seven year old onto her lap as she began to sob. Namaari sitting down at their side, rubbing her back.

“I’m sorry..” Linh croaked, “I’m sorry…”

“Why are you sorry?” Namaari asked, a bit humored but pushing it back for her daughter’s pride.

“I lost the game....”

“Everyone loses sometimes, Linh.” Raya said then, rocking her.

“B-but..I always win..” she cried, pressing her head further into Raya’s shoulder. Sobbing loudly, tears wetting her shirt. Still Raya held her, rocking her back and forth while Namaari kept her hand firmly on her back for support. Silence formed around them, until Namaari found her words again.

“Linh, you’re not always going to win..and that’s okay..” she began, “and you’re gonna feel bad about it..and that’s okay to feel bad..”. “But you and your team lost today, you guys gave it your all and today it wasn’t enough..and that is absolutely okay as well.” she continued, “just because you are good at something, better than a lot of kids even..doesn’t mean you have to be the best-..it’s okay to not win.”

“But I want to win..” Linh whined as she leaned up to look her parents in the eye, “I want to make everyone happy with me.”

“And if you keep working hard, you can win.” Raya interjected, “but that doesn’t mean always-.. but..it doesn’t mean never, either.”

Linh hesitated, taking those words in. Her eyebrows knitting but the tears ceasing, trying to understand it but no longer feeling quite so crummy anymore.

“However-...Linh, win or lose we’re always happy with you.” Namaari expressed, “we are always going to be proud of you for trying your best, even if you do or don’t win.”.

“Really?” Linh asked.

“Of course,” Raya chuckled, “try your best, we love you either way.”

Linh pressed her lips together, trying not to smile too wide. Clearly enjoying the snuggles she so rarely asked for, wanting this excuse of her being sad to milk it for what it was worth as she practically melted further into Raya’s arms. Face bright, happy, for a few seconds before she leaned up again. Face full of determination.

“I’m gonna try really hard next time!” she cheered, “I’m gonna kick their butts!”

Raya laughed, standing then with Linh still in her arms, carrying the small child with ease. Namaari right behind them, just as humored, shutting the car door.

“That’s our girl,” Raya cheered back.

“Ready to take over the world.” Namaari added, affectionately.

“And I’m gonna make that stupid older boy cry again when I juggled the ball away from him!” she added, this time her nose scrunching in a way that made her look positively evil.

“And-..now we’re back to playing villain..” Raya sighed, “what have I told you, Linh?”

Linh pouted, rolling her eyes.

“That my talents need to be used for the greater good of humanity and not the desolation of mankind…” Linh sighed, repeating words that Virana didn’t even realize she knew, “and that we don’t use the word ‘stupid’ in our household..”

“That’s right, see-...?” Raya spoke, the two of them passing Virana then towards the restaurant, “why not try being the best at saying nice things to people?”

“I think I’ll stick with soccer, Mommy...”

All Virana heard was Raya sigh before they entered inside the doors of the building, Namaari lingering back as she awaited her Mother. Who was deep in her thoughts from the conversation. Connections forming, seeing her granddaughter react to losing like that, making Virana wonder then how Namaari reacted back then to such things. Realizing then that her daughter, at least that she could remember, had never lost anything before. Not a test, a game, nor even a challenge that she had made up for her. Namaari always ‘the best’ at everything she did, a natural talented and gifted child.

Or…maybe it wasn’t so natural.

The more Virana thought about it, the more she realized that Namaari and Linh were not too far apart in personality. Namaari had that same drive as a child, that same need to be in first place with everything. However, unlike Linh, Virana knew she had never told Namaari that it was alright to not be number one all the time. In fact, she knew she had very well told her the opposite. That Namaari had to work hard, be the best, make a name for herself. A good lesson yes, but-....was it good? Maybe in hindsight…yes, but in the long wrong? Possibly no. Causing Virana to wonder if Namaari ever cried like Linh just did, devastated over the loss. Or, in Namaari’s case, the potential loss. Or-..even worse, ever wondered if Virana was proud of her for the work she had done.

Or known that she was proud of her even without all of that.

A single sentence struck her then, uttered by her own daughter not even a few hours ago.

“Wanting to be the best can lead you to think you have to be the best..and when it doesn’t happen..I want Linh to know we’ll be proud of her either way..”

Linh knew her Mothers were proud of her.

But did Namaari know Virana was?

As she walked with her daughter inside, Virana took a brief moment to stop Namaari before joining the others. A hand on her shoulder, their eyes finding each others as she spoke, wanting Namaari to know she meant this from the bottom of her heart.

“Namaari, I’m so proud of you..”

Her daughter seemed taken aback by the words, letting Virana know that she had a lot to catch up on. Years of things she had let come to pass. This she would make sure Namaari knew. That regardless of her status, her work, and everything that she had ever done to make herself into the person she was today; that she was proud of her.

Always, proud of her.

Namaari smiled then, knowing this was true.

“Thanks Mom.”

[khrmutual]

Hi, it's the uni anon here! I also like discussing general khr stuff too and im so glad to see an active tumblr to this day! I've been following it since i was a kid and sometimes it leaves me to hop on different fandoms but i always periodically get hit with khr loving hours

General khr stuff i love to point out:

1. Ryohei was a punk who loved fighting so much that kyoko got hurt in the past bc of it. Boxing was violence in a controlled environment. Im sure hes really smitten with the sportsmanship, but i just love that hes also a fighting freak on par with hibari.

2. It didnt really hit me until his fight in the shimon arc for me to really get tyl!lambo's characterization. But the fact that he just wants to enjoy and party and is also a crybaby coward but gathers the resolve to fight from the people who surrounded him in his childhood??? Love that so much. Hes obnoxious in a 15-year old way for the same 5-year old traits.

3. Gokudera's introduction episode/chapter was a total subversion of the typical shonen rival character. If yamamoto was the shonen mc, hed definitely be the typical shonen rival. But no, hes the enthusiatic bodyguard friend of the shonen mc who finds out hes a shonen mc and went NOPE.

4. Gokudera gripes at yamamoto not taking things seriously bc he keeps talking about the mafia as a game, but for someone who thought the mafia as a game, yamamoto actually takes the "game" so damn seriously.

Im sure theres more, but thats all i can think of to blurt out for now.

KHR is kind of like that, it may go dormant as an interest for a while, but it always seems to rear its head again eventually :? something about it is just really appealing if you're into action manga.

To address the points you've brought up, Ryohei is a fascinating character who really got piss poor treatment. With an ever-expanding cast and a revolving door of villains, sometimes characters get downsized to fit the story or change focus to another point/arc. Ryohei is just like, a guy who likes to fight. Single mindedly, he likes fighting, being Good Pals with people, and provoking Hibari. I appreciate characters who are bull headed about their passions, and Ryohei is no different. I wish Kyoko and Ryohei's sibling dynamic was explored more, as the constant contention between Ryohei's fighting habits gets a little dull sometime within 400 chapters. Lambo has a really interesting position as a primarily comic relief character, in that he's got schrodinger's perfect characterization of childish-ness: he is both an incredibly accurate depiction of what a childish character FEELS like, and also exaggerated to the point of comedy. Amano took that one bratty trait and ran to the moon and back with it. I really enjoyed the subtle differences between 5 year old Lambo, 15 year old Lambo, and 25 year old Lambo. He was handled pretty well in that respect, all things considered! Right!!!!! You know I don't see many people bring that up at all, now that I think about it. Gokudera is really refreshing in that respect, and I think that may play a major role in what I enjoy about his character!!! I do wish we got to see that friendship develop a little more, though!!! Yams is so funny because he's just like. ok with killing. he treats it kinda like baseball, as long as everyone else plays by the book he'll do the same, but as soon as that understanding is broken all bets are off. He's a team player in all meanings of the word. I love him. King of having flexible morals <3 Thank you for the ask anon, feel free to drop your thoughts in my inbox whenever o/

[kaepopsicle]

nct mbti types redo!

the old one can be found here! but i definitely recommend this one more tehe!

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hi hi! so i know most of you know about mbti or myers briggs personality, if you don’t well. . here’s a little summary! if you already do know go ahead and scroll down past the keep reading to find ncts types! now for those that don’t and want to know it’s basically when you take this quiz and you get four/five letters, each giving you a detailed description of your personality! it helps you find other people with the same personality and people you are compatible or not compatible with! of course it is all just for fun! but i know some people take it seriously! do whatever feels right to you! so moving on to the different letters; there are 4 different letters you can get! which leads to about 16 different outcomes! (there are also 2 extra letters! A & T which are basically the outlook on yourself! but not that many people actually go by those!)

- first there’s E & I (extrovert & introvert) this is basically what your energy level is. E- you get energized by people and are more social. I- you get drained by people and are more homebodies.

- second there’s N & S (intuitive & sensing) this is basically how you understand or learn about other people! N- you base off of your gut feeling or instincts when you first meet someone! more observant! S- you are more logical, analytical, you get to know people a little first before you decide!

- third there’s F & T (feeling & thinking) this is basically what it says! how do you respond to problems! F- you think with your heart! more empathetic and emotional! T- you think with your head! more logical and emotionally intelligent!

- fourth and last one there’s P & J (perceiving & judging) and this is basically on how you prefer to live your everyday life! P- more spontaneous go with the flow! you don’t like schedules very much and tend to go with your gut on things! J- more neat, more punctual! you like routine and for things to go as planned!

also! you can be a mix of these! (for example i am an enfp/infp! so am an mix of extroverted & introverted!) you can pick one that resonates with you most or if they both do go by both!

well that should be all of it! if you want to take the quiz then you can find it right here! now that you know a little bit about what it is! let’s get into what ncts types are! i split them up between the two biggest differences which are introverts vs extroverts! :))

— introverts

confirmed types: infj . isfj . isfp . infp

other introverted types: intj . istj . istp . intp

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- infj

members that are confirmed infjs:

ten . jungwoo . mark . hendery . winwin . half jisung

members i also think are infjs:

no one else

common traits include: creative . empathetic . friendly . intelligent . private . overthinkers . artistic!

most compatible with: enfp!!!! . infp . enfj . other infj

our most popular type! (which is great bc it’s my natural partner ;)) infjs or also know as the advocates are highly artistic and creative people! they appear at first to be very quiet and sensitive! but when actually they’re quite intelligent and are observant, peaceful, friendly people!

“With their strong sense of intuition and emotional understanding, INFJs can be soft-spoken and empathetic. This does not mean that they are push-over's, however. They have deeply held beliefs and an ability to act decisively in order to get what they want. While they are introverted by nature, people with this personality type are able to form strong, meaningful connections with other people. They enjoy helping others, but they also need time and space to recharge. While this personality type may be characterized by idealism, this does not mean that INFJs see the world through rose-colored glasses. They understand the world, both the good and the bad, and hope to be able to make it better.”

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- isfj

members that are confirmed isfjs:

doyoung . jaemin

members i think that are also isfjs:

yuta . half johnny

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common traits include: protective . compassionate . sees the good in others . sensitives with others emotions . warm hearted

most compatible with: esfp!!!! . estp . istj . & other isfj

this type is one of my personal favorites! the defenders! they are the type of people who will have you walk on the inner side of the sidewalk! they may seem a little cold at first but once they trust and open up to you they are so warm! and loyal! very puppy like!

“They typically want to work hard, get along with others, and make sure they do what is expected of them. ISFJs value relationships highly and strive to cooperate and maintain harmony with others. They want stability and longevity in their relationships, and tend to maintain a deep devotion to family. They feel most connected with people they know they can rely upon over the long term. ISFJs appreciate tradition and like knowing how things were done in the past. They are loyal to established methods and values, and want to observe the proper, accepted way of doing things. They place great importance on fitting in with established institutions and contributing what they can to maintain strong, stable social structures. In groups, they often take on the role of historian, ensuring that new members respect and value the established customs.”

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- isfp

members that are confirmed isfps:

taeil . jeno

members i think that are also isfps:

shotaro

common traits include: independent . imaginative . creative . passionate

most compatible with: esfj!!!! . esfp . isfj . other isfp

the next type is the adventurers! they are curious and passionate people that are very drawn to the outside world and helping others! they are gentle and sweet :)

“ISFPs are gentle caretakers who live in the present moment and enjoy their surroundings with cheerful, low-key enthusiasm. They are flexible and spontaneous, and like to go with the flow to enjoy what life has to offer. ISFPs are quiet and unassuming, and may be hard to get to know. However, to those who know them well, the ISFP is warm and friendly, eager to share in life's many experiences. ISFPs have a strong aesthetic sense and seek out beauty in their surroundings. They are attuned to sensory experience, and often have a natural talent for the arts. ISFPs especially excel at manipulating objects, and may wield creative tools like paintbrushes and sculptor's knives with great mastery.”

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- infp

members that are confirmed infps:

chenle . half jisung

members i think that are also infps:

taeyong

common traits include: peaceful . idealistic . open minded . seek harmony

most compatible with: enfj!!!! . enfp . infj . other infp

the next type are the mediators! i love this type (not only bc im half this type) but bc this type is really the most pure and deserves the entire world. they are curious and flexible people!

“Mediator personalities are true idealists, always looking for the hint of good in even the worst of people and events, searching for ways to make things better. While they may be perceived as calm, reserved, or even shy, Mediators have an inner flame and passion that can truly shine. Comprising just 4% of the population, the risk of feeling misunderstood is unfortunately high for the Mediator personality type – but when they find like-minded people to spend their time with, the harmony they feel will be a fountain of joy and inspiration.”

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- istp

members who are confirmed istps:

none of them

members who i think are istps:

renjun

common traits include: practical . creative . rational . spontaneous

most compatible with: entp!!!! . estj . intp . other istp

these are the virtuosos! this type are relaxed! very down to the grown, they are the type of people you want to have during an crisis, they are good at calling the shots and keeping everyone calm!

“Virtuosos love to explore with their hands and their eyes, touching and examining the world around them with cool rationalism and spirited curiosity. People with this personality type are natural Makers, moving from project to project, building the useful and the superfluous for the fun of it, and learning from their environment as they go. Often mechanics and engineers, Virtuosos find no greater joy than in getting their hands dirty pulling things apart and putting them back together, just a little bit better than they were before.”

— extroverts

confirmed types: enfp . esfj . esfp . estp

other extroverted types: entp . enfj . estj . entj

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- enfp

members who are confirmed enfps:

xiaojun . haechan

members who i think are also enfps:

no one else

common traits: energetic . fun . kind . very popular & friendly

most compatible with: infj!!!! . infp . enfj . other enfp

these are the campaigners! (my other personality type) these types are the kind of people you want to be friends with, they keep the energy happy and fun, but also know how to listen and relax

“Campaigners will bring an energy that oftentimes thrusts them into the spotlight, held up by their peers as a leader and a guru – but this isn’t always where independence-loving Campaigners want to be. Worse still if they find themselves beset by the administrative tasks and routine maintenance that can accompany a leadership position. Campaigners’ self-esteem is dependent on their ability to come up with original solutions, and they need to know that they have the freedom to be innovative – they can quickly lose patience or become dejected if they get trapped in a boring role.”

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- esfp

members that are confirmed esfp:

half jaehyun

members who i think are also esfp:

lucas

common traits include: bold . aesthetic . confident . inclusive

most compatible with: isfp!!!! . isfj . esfj . other esfp

this type are known as the entertainers! the whole world is their stage! these people are not only eye catching and well entertaining, they are sweet and have good sportsmanship!

“Entertainers love the spotlight, and all the world’s a stage. Many famous people with the Entertainer personality type are indeed actors, but they love putting on a show for their friends too, chatting with a unique and earthy wit, soaking up attention and making every outing feel a bit like a party. Utterly social, Entertainers enjoy the simplest things, and there’s no greater joy for them than just having fun with a good group of friends. Though it may not always seem like it, Entertainers know that it’s not all about them – they are observant, and very sensitive to others’ emotions. People with this personality type are often the first to help someone talk out a challenging problem, happily providing emotional support and practical advice.”

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- esfj

members that are confirmed esfj:

kun

members who i think are also esfj:

half johnny

common traits include: supportive . encouraging . caring . positive

most compatible with: isfj!!!! . isfp . esfp . other esfj

this next type are called the consuls! known for their very parent like demeanors, these are what you call your “mom/dad friends” the ones that will give you the best advice and always be a shoulder to lay on and always cheer you on at your worst!

“People who share the Consul personality type are, for lack of a better word, popular – which makes sense, given that it is also a very common personality type, making up twelve percent of the population. In high school, Consuls are the cheerleaders and the quarterbacks, setting the tone, taking the spotlight and leading their teams forward to victory and fame. Later in life, Consuls continue to enjoy supporting their friends and loved ones, organizing social gatherings and doing their best to make sure everyone is happy.”

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- estp

members that are confirmed estp:

half jaehyun . sungchan

members who i think are also estp:

no one else

common traits include: social . perceptive . original . direct

most compatible with: intp!!!! . istp . entp . other estp

these are the entrepreneurs! the people that know what they want in life and will and have the stamina to do so, they are natural born leaders and enjoy calling the shots! and expressing their big ideas!

“Entrepreneurs always have an impact on their immediate surroundings – the best way to spot them at a party is to look for the whirling eddy of people flitting about them as they move from group to group. Laughing and entertaining with a blunt and earthy humor, Entrepreneur personalities love to be the center of attention. If an audience member is asked to come on stage, Entrepreneurs volunteer – or volunteer a shy friend.”

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- entp

members that are confirmed entp:

none

members who i think are entp:

yangyang

common traits include: quick thinkers . knowledgeable . charismatic . energetic

most compatible with: isfp!!!! . intp . esfj . other entps

the last type we will be talking about are known as the debaters! this type are the kind that could go for hours discussing important topics to them! they are quick witted, and are good at coming up with things on their feet. intelligent and resourceful, these types make excellent lawyers

“No one loves the process of mental sparring more than the Debater personality type, as it gives them a chance to exercise their effortlessly quick wit, broad accumulated knowledge base, and capacity for connecting disparate ideas to prove their points. Debaters are the ultimate devil’s advocate, thriving on the process of shredding arguments and beliefs and letting the ribbons drift in the wind for all to see. They don’t always do this because they are trying to achieve some deeper purpose or strategic goal, though. Sometimes it’s for the simple reason that it’s fun.”

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- wowowowubsy, this was a really long post! thanks for making it to the end! what do you think about their types and do you have any other ideas what types the remaining mystery members are? thank you so much for reading! :)

- my thoughts are that there is not a single introverted thinker on this whole team! (renjun i have hope in you!)

- and the fact there are only 1.5 confirmed thinkers in an group of 23- how do they manage ???

- sorry sungchan & jae

- they really are a bunch of introverted feelers goodness gracious

- also literally my pictures ran out half way through it and it won’t let me delete them lmao so sorry about that

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I watched all of Killjoys with @mimeparadox! - This being my third time through seasons 1 and 2, I probably enjoyed Dutch-D'avin the most I ever have, really seeing what the show was trying to convey with that relationship. That said, I still do not like the show's attempt to make them do insipid romantic fluff at the end of S4 and S5. They still work best as comrades. - There is no best season of the show. S2=S3=S4 > S1 > S5. S2 is the best the show does with its class conflicts, having discarded the Pretty People Dramz of S1. S3 is the most coherent in its character themes, everything lensed through the tragedy of Dutch and Aneela. S4 does the most payoff for all of the relationships in the show.

- Oh, poor S5. This is the first time I've rewatched it, and I did still have a good time. Basically, S5's weaknesses all have to do with it being the final season. The Prison arc is actually quite fun...so long as it has nothing to do with The Lady. In general, the show is not as good as when it remembers that they have to tie things up and finish off this alien invasion storyline. They're great at the serialized character/relationship elements, less good at the serialized plot parts. - The Prison arc shows that Lovretta could definitely be the showrunner for a classic spy competence porn show a la Nikita. - The Lady is still great as Khlyen's third failure as The Worst Dad to Murderous Teenage Daughter. The reason I love her as a garbage fave, whereas Angel's Connor is a (hah) narrative killjoy, is that The Lady's behavior does not cause the other characters to betray themselves. For the most part, The Lady incites the others to do more competence porn, whereas Connor just incited tedious interpersonal Dramz (with maybe the exception of the return of murderous Fred). - mimeparadox and I have discovered across watching multiple shows that the best character archetype is an ultra-competent slightly neurotic uptight character getting blindsided by their Feelings (bonus points if said Feelings are romantic). We have named this archetype Paris, named after Paris Gellar from Gilmore Girls. The Paris is such a powerful type, especially as a Big Bad, that Killjoys does it twice in a row, with Aneela and The Lady. - Intriguingly, I finally saw what the show was trying to do with a series-long arc for Johnny. - In S1, the seeds are planted for the fact that Johnny wants to do more than survive, he wants to have a stronger emotional anchor than just being with Dutch (he is Dutch's gravity, but the reverse isn't true). In S1, this manifests in his being intrigued by Scarback spirituality. In S2, this manifests in his becoming more invested in Westerley's class politics (with Pawter) than Dutch's more self-centered investigation of the Hullen. And in S5, he decides that being a rootless Killjoy isn't viable in the long term. He doesn't want the warrant to be all. - Of course, the execution gets muddled, because Johnny on the mission Fun Train is entirely too compelling, as are his dynamics with everyone else on the team. Note how S3 and S4 aren't mentioned above, as in those seasons, with the exception of the Hackmod Arc, Johnny is focused on Dutch's war with Aneela and The Lady. The fact that there's no issue with the character dropping his series arc for two seasons shows that this arc isn't really critical to his character at all. - And that's exactly the conclusion that the show itself comes to, with the Oneyer absence tossed aside in the end for a "one for the road" of indefinite length. - Part of this, though, is not a betrayal of the series arc because at the end of the series, Johnny is not still simply a Killjoy, for whom the warrant is all. He's a new Level Six, and so has a purpose to genuinely care about (which also happens to enable his pursuing the other missions he wants on the side, like The Factory). - I got a better sense for Dutch's series long arc, too, which was really interesting, because she is never actually a hero in her own motivation. She is basically selfishly motivated from beginning to end, but just slightly growing the circle of who she considers under her protection. Dutch's driving motivation at the beginning of the series is to flee anything that might impinge on her personal freedom. Then, she decides to fight back instead of flee, which means that she seeks having just enough power to do so. S4 is about how she balks at the responsibility that comes with it, which we discover is rooted in how she's having an identity crisis about her biological family. In S5, she comes to a more stable place in her identity and how much responsibility she's willing to take on to defend her home, but grapples with some of the remaining things impinging on her emotional freedom (the loss of the certainty of Johnny, and then cycle of Khlyen's abuse). - Which is to say, it's pretty cool that we get to have a science fiction where where the central protagonist gets to be basically a shameless charismatic hedonist. She's all but said that she's basically outsourced her morality to the rest of her team. This is a rare character complexity for any genre show protagonist, much less a lady. And it makes the writing extra impressive for setting up the plot and world so that such a protagonist gets guided into doing heroic actions entirely on following a selfish priority through the incentive gradients. - This is all really only possible because Turin is a good boss, though. If she had a RAC supervisor who played power politics with her, she'd be toast (and probably quit the RAC to fly away in a heartbeat). Of course, that Turin is a good boss is meant to illustrate how the RAC is a an outfit that takes in misfits, people who are loathe to (and already failed to) play traditional social politics as opposed to mere sportsmanship competition (thing-oriented people over person-oriented people). They have to be the kind of people who could ever believe that the Warrant is all in the first place. - Killjoys never truly grapples with its politics. I stand by my previous stance that this is a good thing, because the very core build of its protagonists prevents that. This show, ah, kind of embraces ACAB as a good thing, nothing of which to mention how Delle Seyah and Aneela becoming allies therefore results in a "yasss genocidal girlboss aristocracy slay" conclusion? ("Colonialism is good if they appoint an emotionally invested immigrant warlord as governor") - Killjoys' broader wonky politics doesn't bother me, because FUN TRAIN! DO NOT STOP THE FUN TRAIN!! Seriously, there were definitely plot holes in this show that never went away, and I did not really care because almost every given moment of the show was delightful. The lore of how Hullen/The Green worked was laughably inconsistent, and I did not really care because the lore was whatever it was at the moment to enable storylines that were really fun. In fact, joking about the inconsistency of the lore therefore became its own pleasure, because it still did not detract from my enjoyment of canon. Altered Carbon shows how the prestige version of Killjoys would have been no fun at all. Down with Prestige TV. Which isn't to say that I've changed my mind on character vs. world-building as source for plots! I remain dedicated to my apathy to Wynonna Earp, which is a show which nominally builds its world/plot to service character, but leaves me cold. What Killjoys has, in contrast, is a rock solid world-building foundation, and then we watch the fireworks of character reacting to the setting and each other, with characters themselves serving as expressions of world-building. This is why Killjoys' writing is weakest when it has to plot for the sake up wrapping up plot and character threads, instead of plot as per how character interactions with the world organically develop. The way this doesn't contradict with the above is that Killjoys firmly declares what parts of the world-building are really important, which is the setup of institutions that determines the power-dynamics between any two given characters. Plot elements that aren't about that can be wishy-washy without therefore making the characters look incompetent. (With the exception of "stick a knife in the necks of all of the Hullen already!" because that's a very tangible action anyone can do, as opposed a squishy genre detail.)

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request from nonnie: Hi Erica! I love your writing sm, and was wondering if I could request a fic with either George or Fred (I’m partial to George but I love them both esp since they both live long happy lives 🙃) where reader is on a rival quidditch team (pref slytherin chaser but up to you!) and F/G have to get over their innate dislike of her because of the rivalry because she’s like the perfect girl for him? No worries if you don’t like the idea, I just wanted to ask, thank you❣️❣️

request from nonnie: if your requests are open can i request 11 & 23 from your writing prmopt list with george weasley? “knock it off, you tosspot! | “join us tonight?”

pairing: george x slytherin fem!chaser

prompt(s): “knock it off, you tosspot!” | “join us tonight?”

word count: 3.9k

A/N: i loved these requests—thank you darlings! i don’t write slytherin all that often so when i do, it’s a treat :) also just imagine sneaking around the castle with george weasley ugh i am weak for it.. hope you guys enjoy reading this story as much as i did writing it! x

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“Ugh—murder me, George.”

Fred is pulling at his hair whilst Angelina dishes new information to the entirety of the Gryffindor Quidditch team during the evening feast. George peers from his disheveled looking twin to the other end of the Great Hall, where he spots you in your green robes, blowing gently on a cup of tea before immersing yourself into conversation with another Slytherin Chaser next to you. Yep—much to the Gryffindor Quidditch team’s dismay—they’d found a new Chaser.

“C’mon now, give her a chance,” Angelina says in a hushed whisper, doing her very best to keep the team civilized. “Just because we.. strongly dislike most of the Slytherins doesn’t mean we need to feel that way about her, as well. I’ve actually heard very nice things.”

“Yeah?” Fred begins sarcastically, slumping in his seat. “Like what?”

“Like she’s a fair player,” Katie Bell answers.

“And a bloody good player, at that.”

“Ugh,” Fred says rather dramatically and rolls his eyes. He turns to Harry and George and nods in the direction of the girls, who are still speaking. In a lower voice, he asks them, “Can you believe this rubbish? ‘Give her a chance’. Merlin! When have Gryffindors and Slytherins ever gotten along? Look, I’ll be civilized,” Fred says in defense when Harry raises his eyebrows at him, “but there’s no bloody way in hell I’m taking it easy on her.”

“Definitely don’t need to take it easy,” Harry teases, “but we still need to play fair.”

George is hardly paying attention to the conversation in front of him; his hands are clutched tightly around his mug. He watches as a soft grin tugs at the edges of your lips, he notices the way your eyes glisten in the evening sunset light streaming in from the windows, the way you throw your head back and laugh—a laugh he cannot hear, but realizes, suddenly, that he’s dying too. Oh, no.

“Angelina’s right,” he says, trying to sound impartial before the boys notice his lingering stare. When Fred raises his eyebrows suspiciously at his twin, George carries on, “look, ‘m just saying���isn’t that what our entire team stands for? Sportsmanship, or whatever? I know we don’t have a good relationship with the Slytherins, but I reckon being nice with her may turn that around.”

Fred is taken aback at this and asks, “Being nice? Oi—what’s gotten into you? Feeling feverish?” He places a hand on top of George’s forehead and laughs as George slaps his hand away teasingly. A smirk spreads itself across his face and he turns to Harry and says, “Merlin—prepare yourself, Harry. He’s in love.”

George feels his stomach tighten and Harry stifles a bit of confused laughter. “What? How can you tell?”

George is rigid in his seat now. Love is such an overdramatic statement, but he can barely bring himself to roll his eyes at Fred; he’s still trying to remember how to breathe properly. Fred, as if placing George on display somehow, points at him— “Flushed face, dilated pupils, red ears—cold hands,” he grabs both of George’s hands to feel his skin is nearly ice cold, something that tends to happen each and every time George gets nervous. “There are four ways to tell our dear Georgie is smitten, Harry, and I’ve just named them for you.”

Coming to his senses, George slaps his brother. “You’re off your rocker, Fred.”

Fred laughs again and says to Harry, “Off my rocker, he says. But just look at her, would you? She’s just his type. Plus—she plays Quidditch. I promise you, Harry, he’s taken with her already.”

George tells his twin, “Lay off. Just trying to be impartial.”

“Right.” Fred says, smirking a bit while shooting glances toward Harry, who’s doing his best to not choke on his tea due to laughter. “Impartial. Try not to bat your long, beautiful eyelashes at her during our match then, okay, Georgie?” Raucous laughter bounces off of the walls in the Great Hall.

Then suddenly, Angelina scoffs and turns toward the group. George feels a sinking feeling in his stomach. “Ugh—I think I just saw her laugh at something Draco Malfoy said. Maybe we don’t need to be so civilized after all.”

— -

George emerges with Fred and Harry from the changing rooms and they make their way onto the pitch for the match. He’s feeling much more nervous than ever before; he glances up into the stands and notices Ron, Hermione and Ginny, sitting and waiting patiently for the match to begin.

He suddenly feels his knees weaken when he notices you in your green robes just a few feet away.

You all mount your brooms and hover in the air; George was kind of hoping that the Slytherin team would introduce their newest Chaser to the Gryffindor team, but isn’t surprised when they don’t. He finds himself to be slightly sad at the thought, and then shakes his head to push away any feelings that will interfere with his playing. They just need to win and get this over with. Here’s hoping Harry catches the snitch before Malfoy, who’s hovering near Flint and laughing at each and every one of the Gryffindors.

Fred’s looking more on edge—like he wants nothing more than to send every single bludger right into Malfoy’s head during the entirety of the match.

“Reckon I could?” Fred asks George suddenly, hovering in the air, waiting for Madam Hooch’s whistle. “Send them Draco’s way, I mean.”

George laughs and replies, “Sorry, mate—unless you want Gryffindor to forfeit, I reckon you’d better resist the urge.”

It’s a short match, to say the least. Harry’s looking positively dreadful at the sight of Malfoy snickering on the other end of the pitch as he twirls the glistening Snitch in his hands. To Harry, Fred says, “Don’t worry about it, mate—they’ve got a good lineup this year. Better than, even. Bloody hell, I reckon we maybe should’ve taken that new Chaser a bit more seriously—”

“Don’t.” George cuts him off angrily, digging his shoes into the muddy field up to the castle. He’s feeling rather poorly after Gryffindor’s loss. Fred and Harry exchange confused looks.

Fred, wanting nothing more than to lighten the mood of the loss, asks his brother, “You alright there, Georgie? No longer in love?”

Harry laughs nervously, but it’s George’s annoyed-sounding scoff that takes Fred by surprise. George glances toward the Slytherin team, each member high-fiving one another due to their win. He feels anger bubbling up inside him and turns back toward the castle, his brows furrowed and face flushed red. He just wants to get back to the dormitory as quickly as he can. “Oh knock it off you tosspot. I was never in love—I can’t believe those slimy Slytherins won the match—erm, no worry, Harry, we’ll get them next time—” he says a bit softer when he notices Harry’s woebegone look. To Fred, he continues, “—can’t believe I ever thought that Gryffindors and Slytherins could get along.. Merlin. Next time I have such a wicked thought, Fred, do me a favor and knock me over the head with a spellbook of mine, would you?”

Fred laughs and slings an arm around his twin. “Don’t need to ask me twice.”

— -

Fred and George find themselves the last place they ever want to be—in the library, grudgingly working on an extra long Potions essay assigned to their class by Professor Snape in a moment of pure rage. Fred’s arms are sprawled out across the table and he’s laying across his blank parchment rather dramatically, groaning against the desk. George, on the other hand, is scribbling quite animatedly, wanting to get out of the library as quickly as possible. Then he spots you a few rows over, rolls his eyes, and writes even faster.

“It’s no use, mate,” Fred’s voice is tired, “I can’t do this. This schoolwork is nearly killing me. I’m going back to the Common Room; Ron said something about a game of exploding snap—you coming?”

“You go on,” George replies, not looking up from his parchment, “I want to finish this before the feast.”

Fred puts up his hands in surrender and exits the library as quickly and as swiftly as possible.

George is hoping he can finish this Potions essay within the next half an hour, or so—that way, he’ll have time to change and possibly get in on that exploding snap game before the feast in a bit. But he finds himself distracted. Not in a good way, though. He finds himself distracted by you.

Is it his imagination, or have you moved over a few seats? He shakes his head and looks back down at his parchment. No, it’s not his imagination at all—he looks up again and you’re directly across from him now, your hands spread out over your own piece of parchment and spellbooks, and you smile at him.

“Just wanted to tell you how great you were last week,” you tell him in a low voice so as not to grab Madam Pince’s attention, “really great. Probably two of the best beaters I’ve ever seen, you and your brother.”

Is this some kind of a joke? George furrows his brows and asks, a bit incredulously, “W-what?”

You laugh softly, closing your own spellbook. “Look, I know that the whole Slytherin versus Gryffindor rivalry thing has been going on since Hogwarts opened, basically,” your voice is light and airy, and George is now having conflicting feelings. Was he too quick to judge? “but I figure, that’s not how all Slytherin and Gryffindor relationships need to be. So, just wanted to say—really wicked playing; but don’t expect me to take it easy on you moving forward.” You beam at him, pack your things away and stand up to leave.

“What’re you on about?” George asks, now feeling incredibly defensive. “Is this some kind of ploy? Flatter us and make us all flustered so you can go ahead and absolutely demolish us in the next match like you have this last time? Well, it’s not going to work,” he tells you, closing his own spellbooks and placing them into his bag on the chair next to him. “I appreciate the compliment—you’re a wicked player too, but—anyone who’s friends with Malfoy isn’t someone I reckon I’ll be able to get on with.”

You’re a bit taken aback, George notices, when your face flushes red. You sit back down as he continues to pack up his things. “I’m not friends with Malfoy.”

George just scoffs.

You cross your arms defensively now and stand up with a jolt. “He might be my teammate, but I actually find him to be a right foul git.”

You push your chair in a little too loudly, and now George is feeling incredibly guilty. Maybe you were genuinely trying to be friendly. He gets up and grabs your arm before you exit the library fully. Taking a deep breath, he says, “Wait, wait—‘m sorry. Look, that was really bloody rude of me. It’s just that—”

You soften at his words; you uncross your arms, and grin softly. “I understand that friendships between our two houses can be a bit.. complicated.”

“Throw in Quidditch and we’re nearly done for.”

“Look, I was just being friendly.”

“I know. I appreciate that.”

Just then, a flustered yelp comes from right outside the library. Both you and George turn to look, only to see Crabbe and Goyle tugging on Malfoy’s robes, whose face is seemingly broken out in some type of hive. He’s yelling at the two of them to try any spell, rid me of this! But alas, whatever they do only tends to make the irritation worse. George erupts into laughter.

“What a git,” you say to George.

“Merlin—deserves that, he does. I reckon whoever can pull off that deserves a medal, or something.”

Again you cross your arms—but not indignantly this time. A smirk grows on your face and realization floods over George. He looks back and forth between a very upset Malfoy, and you.

“You?”

“Just jinxed some candies he was eyeing in the common room this afternoon,” you tell him, smirking even more, “I was just so sick and tired of him today. If I had to overhear how bloody wonderful his pureblood family is one more time, I was bound to punch him eventually—reckoned this wouldn’t be as bad for his rep.”

George is still stuck in his spot—his feet cemented into the ground, his entire body is rigid. He’s finding it hard to not peer at you with admiration. Malfoy’s long gone by now—his yelps are growing quieter and quieter as he, Crabbe and Goyle make their way down the corridors toward the Great Hall. You’re still standing in front of George, a smirk on your face and your hands now on your hips, basking in all your glory. Again, as if he hadn’t heard you correctly the first time, George asks, “Y-you? You pranked Malfoy?”

You wiggle your eyebrows at him and he feels his insides twist. Uh-oh. “Color you impressed, Weasley?”

— -

When George was taken aback by your friendly banter in the library those few weeks ago, he never expected to end up back here. In the library. With you. In the row all the way near the back, the row nobody ever visits, after hours in the dark; his hands tight around your abdomen, yours tangled in his hair, his lips on yours for what seems like hours.

The watch on your wrist begins to beep; as if gravity is pulling you both apart, you separate. George groans and tightens his grip on you. “Sorry, Georgie,” you say sweetly, pressing your lips gently to his once more, “got to run—can’t be late for Quidditch practice.”

“Ignore it, ignore it,” George says, eager to kiss you again, “I reckon you can be late just once. Right?”

Somehow still speaking coherently, you say heavily, “Yeah—that won’t look suspicious, or anything. H-how long d’you think we can keep this up?”

He nearly melts when he feels your smile against his lips. “Dunno, but, we’ve made it this far, haven’t we? Want to go public?”

“I don’t think our teams will like that very much,” you reply sadly, running your hands again through his soft hair. You jump up from the table and fix the open buttons on your shirt. “You’ll just have to find a way to sneak into the Slytherin Common Room, then.”

George, now feeling incredibly elated at your interest in mischief, wiggles his eyebrows at you. “Got a lot of faith in me, do you?”

You stand on your tiptoes for a quick peck and adjust his very askew tie. “More than you know. Now c’mon—have got to run, haven’t I? Promise to make it up to you later.”

Once successfully making it out of the closed library without being caught, and bidding you farewell (albeit a bit begrudgingly) in the middle of the corridors before you head to practice, George finds himself nearly skipping through the castle back to the common room. He pops through the portrait hole and immediately jumps onto one of the couches, sprawling himself out across the entire thing and seemingly pushing Ginny off the edge and into an armchair.

“No problem, Georgie, I wasn’t sitting here, or anything..” Ginny growls, taking a spot next to Ron.

“Where’ve you been?” Fred asks a bit angrily, placing his feet up on the table in front of them. “You completely disappeared after class and we haven’t seen you since!”

“Just taking a walk,” George replies, feeling his throat tighten up and knowing that this, full well, is lying straight through his teeth to his own flesh and blood. “Was finishing up an essay first, though.”

Fred, Ron, Ginny, Harry, and Hermione all peer at him quizzically with furrowed brows. George can already tell there are questions bubbling up inside them, but the one that comes first isn’t exactly what he expects.

“Why—why’s your hair all messy?” Ginny asks, and George finds himself hurriedly running his hands through it, trying to smooth it down as much as possible, “and your lips, they’re all rosy! Who’ve you been snogging, George?” she giggles.

The confusion Fred was feeling toward his twin seems to subside as he smirks and places his hands behind his head, relaxing into the couch. “Oh—so there’s a girl? At least there’s a bloody good reason behind your disappearances. Who is it, mate?”

Quick on his feet (or so he thinks), George replies, “I’m not snogging anyone. You’re all out of your minds.”

“Give it up, mate.” Ron says cheekily. “We know.”

George swallows thickly. “You don’t know what you’re on about.”

As the rest of the group laughs, Fred pops a chocolate frog into his mouth and tells his twin, “Sure, George. Next time you sneak out for a midnight rendezvous with your girlfriend, be sure to tell her we’d all like to be introduced, eh?”

— -

“They know.”

It’s nearly ten p.m. and you’re sitting in George’s lap speaking in hushed whispers, running a hand gently through his hair at the nape of his neck as he finally is able to tell you about the encounter with his friends after your last meetup. The library is so much darker than the other night.

“They do?”

“Well, sort of,” he says, stroking your knee, “they at least have this theory that I’m sneaking around with someone. Which, they’re not wrong,” he grins cheekily, leaning up to kiss you softly, “but they don’t know who it is, and I’ve never actually told them that their theory is true.”

“D’you want too?”

“Do you?”

You run your fingers gently across his tie; the glistening of George’s eyes are evident in the moonlight streaming in through the windows. You sigh. “I’ll do whatever you’d like. I’m not saying that the sneaking around isn’t fun, because it definitely is,” George shoots you a cheeky smirk, “and I know that—that Gryffindors kind of have this rep to uphold, as do Slytherins—”

“I care more about you than a reputation, to be honest.”

He knows he’s said the right thing; a large grin spreads out across your face. “Me, too.”

George runs a hand through your hair and grins softly.

“Are you sure this is what you want to do?”

“Of course I am,” George replies, tightening his grip on you, “it’ll be so bloody nice not to ignore one another in the corridors now.”

You throw your head back and laugh; he’s nearly putty in your hands.

He says, making it final, “So we’ll tell them, then.”

“Together?”

“Yeah, together,” he agrees before lifting you up and placing you on the table, leaning you back against some bookshelves and pressing his lips to yours. He slings his arms around your waist and can feel the goosebumps rise on the back of his neck when you run a hand down his chest. Through a geeky grin, he says, “But not tonight, okay? I’m not quite finished with you yet, love.”

— -

George and Fred exit the Transfiguration classroom, nothing but a very long lunch on their planned activities list for the afternoon. The bump into Ginny, Ron, Harry, and Hermione in the corridors and immerse themselves in conversation.

“Fair warning, everyone,” Harry begins, looking ghastly, “Snape’s in a right awful mood today—can’t help but wonder if someone slipped something into his pumpkin juice.”

“Great,” Ginny groans, “just what I needed to hear as I make my way to the Dungeons.”

“Who’s up for a game of exploding snap later on?” Ron asks the group, loosening his tie a bit, “Just have to get through Divination first.”

Without answering, George then spots you rounding the bend. He knows you’re coming from Ancient Runes and heading toward the Great Hall for lunch, too. You both hadn’t told them yet. Hadn’t found the right time. It’s not as if houses can eat and chat with one another during the feasts, can they?

Without fully registering what he’s doing, George seizes his opportunity and bounces over to you, pulling you into a very tight and very noticeable embrace.

He watches as your eyes widen and begins to laugh. “Erm—what’re you doing?” you ask, pulling back. Then you whisper, “I thought we were telling them together, you know.. after we’ve had time to prepare?”

“I thought now would be a good time.”

You cock your head to the side. “Always keeping me on my toes, aren’t you, Weasley?”

He leans in and kisses you lightly. “Sounds about right, yeah.”

But before the two of you can head over to the group of Gryffindors you thought were distracted by conversation, you suddenly hear, “Well it’s about bloody time.”

You both turn your heads to see a very satisfied looking Fred, cheeky Ron and Harry, and happy Ginny and Hermione looking at you both as George’s hand tightens around your waist as the corridors become even busier.

“You knew?” you and George ask together.

“Well, Fred did,” Ron tells you both. “I swear, it’s like he’s got eyes on the back of his head, or something.”

Fred snickers and smirks at his twin. “Really think you could hide this from me? C’mon, Georgie, you know better. The two of you aren’t exactly subtle when you share stolen glances across the Great Hall every bloody evening,”

Everyone falls into a bit of laughter. As the younger ones introduce themselves quite excitedly and then reluctantly head off to class, you, George, and Fred are left in the emptying corridors with the rest of the seventh years also looking forward to a free period.

“Well, Freddie,” George begins, “she’s—”

Fred holds up a hand to his twin. “I know who she is, Georgie—” then, to you with a smile, he continues, “—but I know you as the Slytherin Chaser.. our opponent, if you will. I don’t know you as my twin’s—”

“Girlfriend,” you and George say together, making Fred begin to laugh. You continue, “Hope the fact that I’m a Slytherin won’t make it complicated.”

Fred can’t help but grin broadly. “Not with me, it won’t—especially if you make my brother happy.” George is relieved to hear this and can finally feel the knot in his stomach unwind. Fred keeps on, “Now—whatever effect you have on him is simply wonderful, Y/N. He’s coming back late at night with all of these incredible pranks up his sleeve, I dunno where he gets it—all I know is that it started happening right around the time the two of you began sneaking around.”

“Confession,” George begins, squeezing your hand now, “not all of those ideas were mine.”

And just as George had looked stunned in the library when he figured out that you’d been the one to prank Draco, Fred looks exactly the same. His expression is an exact carbon copy of his twin’s from that day. “Really?”

“Pranks Malfoy a lot these days,” George begins, looking down at you with admiration, “reckon he has it coming, too.”

You turn to Fred and ask with a smile, “Ruddy pumpkin head, isn’t he?”

Fred is certainly taken aback and wildly impressed. “I might just have to pick your brain, then,” he tells you and slings an arm around your shoulder, pulling you along with him as he heads to the Great Hall. He leans in closer to you to speak, leaving George where he’s standing, “Join us tonight, would you? Would love to compare some ideas, if you’re willing.”

You stop in the middle of the corridor and sling your arm around Fred’s back. You peer at George and grin, as if to say, See? We had nothing to worry about. George can’t help but laugh at Fred’s very elated grin when you ask him, “What’d you have in mind, Freddie?”

reblogs & feedback are always appreciated, thank you for reading and requesting, loves x

[writing-and-bad-decisions]

Touch Starved

A Haikyuu Fanfiction

Words: 1210

Summary:

Lev has always been a hugger, much to Yaku’s dismay. He loves to hug people for any and every reason. Hello-hugs, goodbye-hugs, we-just-won-a-match-hugs, that-was-a-really-good-spike-hugs. Hugs hugs hugs, and Yaku hates it. Out of all of Lev’s qualities, this was by far the most annoying.

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Yaku hates being hugged, but does he?

Note:

Ayy what's up.

I've had this short story floating around my drive for about a week, and I wasn't really sure whether I wanted to post it. I really liked the concept, but it just felt too short, and I couldn't think of any satisfying ways to extend it at all. Eventually I decided that I might as well share it. I don't think it turned out badly, but it's definitely not my best fic so far.

As always, any comments/criticism/advice is always appreciated, I hope you have a nice day.

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Lev has always been a hugger, much to Yaku’s dismay. He loves to hug people for any and every reason. Hello-hugs, goodbye-hugs, we-just-won-a-match-hugs, that-was-a-really-good-spike-hugs. Hugs hugs hugs, and Yaku hates it. Out of all of Lev’s qualities, this was by far the most annoying.

Though, frustratingly, the rest of the team doesn’t seem to share his sentiment. The first years are accustomed to it, accepting his affection enthusiastically. The second years, for the most part, aren’t that bothered by it. Even Kenma tolerates it, though with his usual apathy. Kai and Kuroo, the traitorous bastards, find it incredibly endearing, and only encourage it further.

“It’s good sportsmanship.” Kai had said when Yaku voiced his grievances.

“And it helps the team bond.” Kuroo had added. Team bonding his ass.

At this point in time, Yaku is the only member of the Nekoma Volleyball team who Lev hasn’t hugged, and he’s determined to keep it that way, no matter how hard Lev tries to change that fact.

There had been several occasions where Lev had attempted to hug him, and Yaku had ducked or swerved to avoid his arms. Multiple occasions at the end of a match where Lev had run up to him, only for Yaku to stick his foot out and trip him, sending Lev comically to the floor.

That only seemed to make Lev more determined though. He started sneaking up behind Yaku and attempting to hug him from behind, and when that failed, he tried a sneakier approach, hugging someone else and then reaching his arm out to draw Yaku in as well, only to get his hand slapped away.

It’s during one of their training camps when Lev snaps.

They’re in the middle of a break when Lev turns to him and asks, “If we win the next match, can I hug you?” Yaku pauses, drink-bottle half-raised to his lips.

“No, Lev.”

“Please!” He whines, slouching his upper body expressively.

“No.”

“Just one hug.” His loud pleading attracts the attention of the rest of the team, who apparently hate Yaku and jumped in to defend Lev.

“Come on Yaku, just give the kid a hug.” Kuroo says, to which he glares in response.

“Do it! Do it!” Inuoka starts chanting. Yaku turns to Kenma, hoping to have at least him at his aid. Kenma simply shrugs.

“If I have to suffer through it, so do you.” Yaku scoffs, taking a long, exasperated sip from his bottle. Lousy, annoying, good-for-nothing team!

“Fine.” He says. “Just one. But only if we win.” Lev pumps his fist in victory and the rest of the team smiles, looking satisfied with themselves that they’ve convinced him. Yaku just rolls his eyes and walks away.

They’re up against Fukurodani next, which is always an unpredictable matchup. With Fukurodani’s extreme attack power and Nekoma’s fine-tuned defensive abilities, it’s really anyone’s game. Unfortunately, luck is not on Yaku’s side today. Maybe it’s his imagination, or a crazy coincidence, or his suffering is an excellent motivator for the team, but his team seemed to be playing even more seriously than usual.

Lev especially is much quieter than usual, holding an abnormally intense focus. The whole Nekoma Volleyball team seems to want this win, and Yaku wants to shoot himself in the foot.

They win the first set 25 - 23, but they only gain momentum in the second. Before he knows it, they’re on set point, with Fukurodani behind on 21 points. Shit, they actually have a good chance to win.

No, Yaku tells himself, the victors haven’t been decided yet. Fukurodani are strong and unpredictable, there was still a chance they could catch up and take the set, and then who knows who would win the third. It’s not like Yaku wants to lose, but…

It’s Bokuto’s serve, and he sends the ball over fiercely. Yaku drops to his knees and receives it cleanly, his forearms stinging with the impact, and sends it over to Kenma, who sets it to Yamamoto. Yamamoto evades the blockers, but the spike is picked up by Komi, the other libero, and the ball sails down neatly over Akaashi’s head.

“Bokuto-san!” he calls, and Bokuto starts his approach, leaping and swinging his arm down powerfully at the ball. It bounces off the top of the blockers hands and flies across the court, heading out of bounds.

Yaku chases after it, dives, and barely manages to send it up before landing on his hands and sliding.

“Lev! Direct!” He shouts. Lev runs, long arms swinging as he propels himself into the air and smacks the ball. Yaku watches, entranced as it flies over the net, narrowly missing the block, and lands in the other court.

There’s a moment of silence, before the team erupts into cheers. Lev turns to him, green eyes sparkling and grinning widely. Yaku returns the smile, about to congratulate him on his spike when Lev opens his arms.

Right. The bet.

Suddenly, the whole team has their eyes on them, and a quick glance to the other side of the net shows Fukurodani watching curiously as well. Kuroo must have blabbed to Bokuto then.

Idiot.

Yaku sighs deeply, promising himself that it would be over quickly, and enthusiastically holds his arms out. Seeing his cooperation, Lev eagerly approaches, bends down (Yaku is definitely going to kick his ass for that afterwards) and wraps his arms around him.

The hug isn’t… awful, surprisingly. They’re both sweaty, and hot, and still catching their breath after the match, but it was kind of… comforting. Almost as if they were sharing the exhilaration of the match. The aching muscles, sweat and adrenaline, holding onto each other and this moment in time, basking in it.

The way Lev had leaned down meant that Yaku’s face is resting against his shoulder, and Lev’s arms are wrapped around him firmly, but soft enough that he’s able to pull away easily if he wants to. He’s surprised by his consideration. Slowly, Yaku’s body untenses, and he relaxes into Lev’s shoulder, before hesitantly wrapping his arms around his waist.

A strange peace washes over him. This is… actually quite nice. Yaku rests his face in the crook of Lev’s neck and exhales contently. Lev’s shirt is damp from sweat, but he doesn’t smell bad. Quite the opposite actually.

Lev smells fresh, like lime shampoo and laundry detergent, with a hint of cologne. He has a nice scent, the kind that’s unnoticeable unless you’re in very close proximity. Maybe that’s why everyone likes hugging him so much, Yaku wonders, but then his thoughts back-pedal and he doubts that anyone else would want to hug Lev purely on the way he smells. He feels a little dumb for even considering it.

Lev pulls away, startling Yaku, and a very traitorous part of him is disappointed by the loss of contact. Lev straightens up and gives him a small smile which makes his stomach do a flip. Yaku is feeling jittery, he notices, and a little light headed.

“See Yaku, that wasn’t that bad, now was it?” Kuroo grins at him mischievously, and Yaku snaps out of his trance.

“Whatever.” he says, and turns away, hoping that the team mistakes the redness of his face as exertion, and nothing more.

[finmoryo]

Here’s that hotel fic I was writing, I kinda got bored of it and stopped. Might finish it, probably not.

Sokka wasn't regretting his recent acquisition of slappy hands. He and Aang had won (well, scammed with Toph's help) most of the games in the arcade and managed to get enough points to buy ten slappy hands from the hotel's arcade. They could have spent it on something bigger and better, but Sokka was perfectly happy with his decision. He slapped the hallway railing, then peeled the hand back up. Beside him was a large space that opened up to a small area on the ground floor two stories below. Sokka looked down into the open space, littered with only a few couches and a single scrap of paper he'd thrown down there earlier. He looked at the sticky object in his hand and then the ground. Then, he did what any logical person would when faced with a large chasm- he chucked it. Seriously, who wouldn't? He had plenty more and he could just go get more.

Sokka didn't account for anyone walking into the space as soon as he threw it. He watched in horror as a man walked by, straight into the path of the sticky red hand. It collided with his forehead and stuck there, a large red blob hanging from his face. Sokka stayed frozen in place as the man looked up and met his eyes on the third floor balcony. Despite the distance, Sokka could see the look of rage the man had, brought out by the scar covering the left side of his face. Sokka let out a small whimper and ran like his life depended on it.

"Katara!" He yelled, pounding on her door. "If I die, tell them the scary hot guy did it!"

The door opened to an annoyed looking Katara. She waved him inside and shut the door behind him before sitting down. "What did you do this time?"

Sokka jumped onto Katara's bed, next to Aang. "You know those sticky hands that Aang and I got?"

Katara nodded.

Sokka continued. "I was playing with one in the hallway. I threw it down one of the lobby areas, since no one was there. Then someone was there. I hit a hot guy in the face with it."

Katara snorted. "Only you would do something like this. Where's hot guy now, coming to get revenge?"

Sokka shook his head. "I don't know, I ran away. He looked like he wanted to kill me."

Katara started to laugh again. "If anyone's killing you, it's me."

Sokka looked over to Aang, who was listening to the conversation with interest.

Aang shrugged. "I can't protect you from him, ask Toph."

"Where is she?" Sokka asked. He wouldn't tell her - she'd just laugh at him too.

"The arcade." Aang informed. "She and Suki were having an air hockey competition. I think I'm going to join, come with me!"

"I'm not leaving!" Sokka exclaimed. "What if hot guy is out there?"

"Then you can go apologize to him and stop telling me how hot he is." Katara said.

"Fine," Sokka grumbled. "Remember, if I die, it's his fault."

Sokka followed Aang out the door, down the hall, into the elevator, and onto the second floor. The hot guy was nowhere in sight. Aang walked into the game room, leading Sokka towards the air hockey table where Toph and Suki were violently slamming the puck around. That was when Sokka noticed. In front of the guitar hero game was the hot guy, nodding as he listened to a girl in a light pink dress talking.

Sokka started to walk backwards out of the room, but Aang grabbed his wrist and dragged him towards Toph and Suki.

"Aang." He hissed. "That's him."

Aang smiled. "Go say hi!"

"Are you crazy?" Sokka tried to pull away from Aang's grip. "He looks like could kill me!"

Aand raised an eyebrow. "He looks harmless.

The guy was still talking to his friend, he clearly hadn't noticed them yet. Sokka was able to take him in more clearly. He wore a red hoodie, the sleeves so long they nearly covered his hands. His hair was half up, half down, exposing the scar on his face and his beautiful amber eyes. Wow, now was not the time to be a disaster bi.

"Toph!" Aang called. "Sokka and I are up next!"

Toph rolled her eyes. Sokka had no idea how she knew how to do it. "Whatever, Twinkletoes."

Sokka avoided looking over at the hot guy and focused on the air hockey game instead. Suki was winning, but she had the advantage of sight. Toph was playing very well for a blind person, but Sokka should have expected that. She excelled at most competitive things.

The game ended with Suki winning. Aang and Sokka took their place. Sokka was the air hockey champion and hadn't been beaten yet. After a few minutes, Sokka won 7-0.

"Yes!" He cheered. "Any others dare to challenge the victor?"

"Can I try?"

Sokka looked to his right to see the hot guy standing there, hands in his pockets, with a small smile on his face. Oh no.

Sokka nodded. "Sure."

The guy took his place at the other end of the air hockey table.

Sokka hit the puck first, knocking it to the other side.

"Sorry about earlier." He stuttered. "I don't normally hit people with sticky hands."

The guy shrugged. "It's fine. Why'd you throw it anyway?"

"I don't know." Sokka admitted. He hit the puck with force, scoring the first goal. "It seemed like a good idea at the time."

The guy scoffed. "Your version of a good idea isn't right. I'm Zuko, by the way."

Sokka realized he hadn't introduced himself yet. "Sokka. Air hockey champion. Owner of lots of slappy hands."

Sokka watched as the puck came towards his goal, too fast for him to block. Zuko scored his first point. The game continued in relative silence. Sokka caught Aang whispering to Toph out of the corner of his eye and sighed. He was probably telling her about the incident earlier.

The puck whizzed past Sokka again, straight into his goal. He pulled it out and was determined to try harder. He had to win this to keep this streak. On the other hand, shouldn't he let the hot guy win? Nonsense. Sokka had his honor to uphold.

He groaned as Zuko scored a few more goals. The game ended with a score of 3-4. A very close match, but Sokka had still lost.

"Good game." He shook Zuko's hand. "You're now the air hockey champion, don't lose to anyone else or you'll have to give up the title."

Zuko grinned. "I don't think I will."

Sokka stood in the volleyball court with Katara, Suki, and Aang. They'd beaten three teams in the tournament so far and didn't know their competition. Toph had insisted she could play, but no one trusted a blind person to hit a ball flying through the air so she'd been forced to sit out.

The last team they'd face off against walked up to the net. To Sokka surprise, one of them was none of than Zuko, the guy he'd hit with a sticky hand the other day. The others were the girl who'd worn the pink dress, some goth girl who looked very scary, and a girl who looked kinda like Zuko. His sister?

The game started and quickly became violent. The girl he assumed was Zuko's sister hit the ball fast and hard, almost enough to rival Suki's style. Suki, however, had plenty of experience. Sokka didn't play volleyball much and panicked when the ball came to him. He hit it back over the net, not bothering to account for where it might go. That just happened to be in Zuko's face? This was the second time he'd hit Zuko in the face. Why couldn't he just catch a break?

Zuko stumbled backwards but kept on his feet. He spiked the ball back and the game went on, despite the blood trickling from Zuko's nose. Despite the injury, his team won. Sokka was a little salty about it, but no one could be worse than Toph. She was the definition of bad sportsmanship.

Sokka walked over to where Zuko had sat down on a bench and was pinching his nose.

"Stop hitting me in the face with things." Zuko complained when Sokka walked up to him.

"Sorry." Sokka apologized. "Do you need anything - a tissue, ice pack, whatever?"

Zuko shrugged. "No, I'm fine."

Sokka shook his head. "You're bleeding pretty badly, I'll go get some tissues.

Sokka walked back into the hotel lobby after washing the sand off his legs with those weird small shower things. He saw a box of tissues sitting on the reception desk and took a bunch, ignoring the receptionist's glare. He walked back out to the beach and handed the clump of tissues to Zuko.

"Thanks." Zuko muttered.

Sokka smiled. "It's the least I could do. Just watch out for the next thing I hit you with."

"Oh god." Zuko groaned. "It'll probably be even more painful. You better not have a bowling ball you're planning to throw at me."

Sokka put a hand on his chin like he was seriously contemplating. "I'll make no promises."

[dandyvespa]

I-Land Final Episode and Thoughts *SPOILERS! duh*

For anyone who has kept up with I-Land, I understand how emotional and nerve-wracking this episode was for them.  After developing a connection with a lot of the participants and sharing in their memories, its hard to see anyone being let go.  It has been just as much of journey for them as it was for the fans who supported them and at the end of the day, regardless of who debuts, there will be people who will be disappointed by the final results.  But please please PLEASE understand that you should not put the blame on them or even break them down just because your favorite did not make it.  All of these boys worked hard to get where they are and though it stings for those who did not make it, please support whatever flower path any of them have taken and continue to support and spread love.  With that being said, I would just like to use the rest of this post on my final thoughts on the episode and debut line.  If you are caught up with the show, please read ahead.  Thank you :)

First I would like to say that the preparations done for the final performance, the OT22 interaction and performance, the funny bits of preparing PR videos, dividing roles, and playing Truth or Dare, and the home-cooked meals sent from their parents were all just an emotional roller coaster.  I laughed and I cried.  To see those boys grow was something very special to me and to see their individual selves shine through personalities or skills were always a treat.  Having these segments were really meant to lighten the mood for the final lineup to come.  Personally, Sunghoon developed the most out of his shy exterior and his personality was so confident and funny in the pre-recorded videos.  I also thought Jay... could never escape his dark history LOL.   Also Heeseung’s brother teasing him and telling him to tell Jay he adores him was very cute.  Seeing everyone help each other with the PR videos was adorable and heart-warming (Heeseung even had a whole production team haha).  Jungwon dressed up as a sheep still sticks with me though haha.  Seeing OT22 come together also had me in tears and stitches.  It was so cute seeing them all hang out in I-land and despite how whack it was for the Grounders to never experience it, they looked so happy being with their friends and taking part in this little world even if it was for a short time. Also loved how they would easily throw others under the bus during Truth or Dare and the Questions they voted on.  The love and support their parents got and how each of them could not hold back their tears was really the icing on the cake.  No matter where these boys go, their family will always be their for them more than anything else.  Just all those moments leading up to their debut lineup really put a toll on me and it just made me feel like a proud mom

Okay the team name?  I am sooooooooooo glad its not Dragon Gee or Dee or whatever that speculated name was going around on Twitter.  Enhypen is odd but in a good way.   Its different and it will stick with time even though I still may just call them the I-Land group for now lol.  Pretty curious about what the fandom name will be too (but honestly I think I would still call myself an Eggie haha).

TXT and BTS’s presence was neat.  I wish more of the TXT member’s got to speak but having them all physically there was nice.  Though I will say it was just awkward not seeing them cheer as much.  I also felt like BTS was just bored at some points or were just glazing over when having to wait on each member getting called out.  They did have their humorous moments which was nice to see, definitely lifted the tension in the room and I’m glad they joked a bit (especially Suga losing it lol) instead of remaining completely serious.  Their advice and encouragement were all appreciated too.  Jhope being an avid viewer really showed.  Also plus points for Jungwon getting Jungkook’s attention uwu.   I still wish they could have interacted more and mentored some of them over the course of the show.  The slim TXT interactions with Heeseung such as Taehyun and Yeonjun’s reactions made me wanting more damn it.  But hey, at least we get to see them more often in the BigHit building.  I love a good family.

So the Calling performance was A M A Z I N G.  I personally thought they were so coherent as a group and made me wishing OT9.  There were some who really shine in their parts, but I think all of them stood out one or more times to me.  The dance was pretty powerful and a lot of them improved vocally.  Again, it makes me feel like a proud mom seeing them all at this point, grown and amazing.  The Into the I-Land performance also made me feel that way as well.  They all looked so good together and were pretty in sync given that they were fucking 22 of them.  The nostalgia was really hitting in me and I also teared uo like a big ass baby.  But can I just say... and let’s be real here.... Every single song on this show has been a bop and I would be thrilled to see a whole Soundtrack Album for I-Land on Spotify.  Like P L E A S E.

Now onto the debut line! I was S H O C K E D.  You can clearly tell these votes were not rigged in the slightest and this was solely based on global votes always shifting which was appreciated.  I did not see this order coming and it did turn out slightly different then my post on my preferred I-Land debut line.  So starting with number 1.... YANG FUCKING JUNGWON.   I was pleasantly surprised and I literally jumped out of my bed when I heard him place first instead of Sunoo.  This was the complete definition of people who initially slept on him finally waking.  I was soooo thrilled.  Bro really came in last by the last Producer vote and then climbed all the way to first.  Our lovely sheep garden and hidden ace, a big congrats!  

Jay also left his cursed 6th spot and got second! Again another well-deserved man who gave it his all from the beginning and was no stranger to being straightforward and a go getter.  His stubbornness and hilarity will lead this group lol.  

Jake getting third was a big shock as well.  Our icon of improvement!  To think he was always on the verge of getting placed out of the top 7 members and made it here? Also considering his benefit put him in 7th once when he literally could have been the eliminated member that episode.  UGH.  Our Aussie boy did great and seriously improved performance after performance.  

Next up.... NIKIIIIIII.  Now I’m gonna be real I thought it was gonna be K.  I never placed Niki in my debut prediction, but his Flame On performance really change everything for me.  Actually, just the whole second part of I-Land was very impactful for him.  I was always hesitant about his sportsmanship and whether he was too selfish in the first part (the constant evil-editing did not help, Mnet...), but thanks to other members, he really matured and took a greater lead in things.  I really began to fall for him when we got to see him more playful and interactive with other members.  Like I really thought he was much happier and understanding throughout the second half of the show.  So kudos to him!  

Coming in 5th place was Heeseung.  I was actually confused man.  When he was called first at this point, I just knew this global vote line up will be verrrry different.  I was still relieved that he made it and seeing him choke up, this boy who has been going at it the longest among the 9 participants at 3 years to finally debut.... Gosh I could not.  As someone who is also Heeseung biased, I was so so so happy for him.  Think we all know regardless of which place he got, the boy was destined to debut.  My Ace heart feels full ^^.  Go get him Leader!!!

Now 6th place... my Ice Prince... Sunghoon! I was actually the most nervous for him.  I saw so many people saying that Sunghoon was last in votes or was in danger because a lot of people had the mentality that given his popularity they should reserve the votes for the people who would most likely be eliminated.  I think that’s why Heeseung and Sunoo were scored low too.  Now I am also biased towards him.  I was thinking like what would I do if none of my favorite Bighit trainees (Heeseung, Jay, Sunghoon, and Jungwon) do not make it?  But when he was called to take up the last spot in global voting, I did a back flip (not really but yeah lol).  Given that Sunghoon has never gotten any brutal feedback from the Producers and has always adapted to each concept, he deserved this.  Just everything he has been through... And shifting his life from being an ice skater of 10 years to this path as an idol.... hold up let me get some damn tissues.  May he continue to break out of his shell and show his continuous charms!

Ok the producer choice for 7th place... Again did not see that coming.  Sunoo constantly ranking high in global votes only to be one of the deciding factors was another big surprise.  I have said that Sunoo’s sunshine personality would be needed, especially if the group were to do cute or youthful concepts.  His health had been concerning, but he was able to manage himself so well.  Even with powerful choreo!  He is not really one of the best dancers but he had always been able to do his part.  I really thought the Producers would choose K, but I really thought Bang PD boiled it down to overall skill and personality appeal.  He even claimed that Sunoo would connect best with the world with his joyful outlook.  I honestly could not agree more. I just people do not rail him for being picked as they should now understand he is not just some cute face and has proven that multiple times.  Sunshine Fighting! :)

The eliminated trainees were K and Daniel.  Though I thought Daniel has improved a lot, he was just outshined.  I also think at his age he should have more time spent in sharpening his skills.  What was more devastating was K.  He looked like he was obliterated.  I mean both of them were naturally sad, but K was just gone to me.  I was really hoping that he would make the debut line.  K has shown himself as a performer multiple times and was praised for his choreography skills.  He even showed to have learned from past behaviors and matured more as a person when taking the leader role.  To see him grow and understand where he went wrong.... ugh I really could not bear him looking that way.  His thoughts were all over the place and he could barely choke out what he wanted to say.  I just hope he meant what he said and actually continues to enjoy music and develop himself as a performer.  I knew how much his mom was initially livid at the idea of him becoming an idol so I hope he gets another chance at showing her that he can still do this. Now understand this does not mean you should blame Sunoo for being chosen or complain that Sunoo does not deserve it.  I already feel like he is gonna be haunted with the grim reminder that he was chosen instead and think that he doesn’t deserve this because he is not as skilled as K.  And people are gonna bandwagon hate on him... and again I say please DO NOT DO THAT.  At the end of the day, no matter how much you want OT9 or OT22, this is a survival show and these participants signed up for this.  Yes there will be fans who are disappointed, but you shouldn’t waste your anger on the other trainees who were able to succeed instead of your faves. I don’t want this moment to completely wreck K or Daniel’s chances at being an idol again.  Same goes for rest of the eliminated I-Land members.  This is definitely not the end for any of them so please go on with hope guys because I know you will still have many people’s support!  They will end up on the same stage as their colleagues one day.  

The last thing I want to say is that though this has been a tough journey and though there may be people who will not be satisfied with the debut line, everyone worked hard.  From the participants to the fans and even the Producers, all of them played a special role in making I-Land bearable and exciting to watch.  This is a big congrats to everyone who took part in the show despite having to go through many hardships.  With that being said let us continue to support the futures of the eliminated I-Land members as well as the grand success of Enhypen.  I smell 4th gen leaders :D. Welcome to the BigHit family Enhypen and may your fans, your wings, fly you even higher once you officially debut. F I G H T I N G!

Now... will you guys join in during the next season of I-Land for the next global girl group? :3

.... Ya’ll already know I am lol.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #482: Mario and Friends React to Most of Them Losing in a Golf Game (SSBU)

Mario

Mario: (Running Around While Crying on Screen)

Falco: Wow.......I did not know our golden plumber boi here was that much of a sore loser.

Fox: (Already in Disbelief) I know, right? And on a simple Golf game of all things......

Luigi: (Turns to Mario While Smirking a bit Playfully) You got anything you wanna say about this, bro?

Mario: ('Sigh in Embarrassment') I really wish I didn't do all that...... Might've been on Live T.V. at one point.....

Peach: (Giggles Softly While Sitting Right Next to Mario)

Mario: (Turns and Raised an Eyebrow at His Princess/Girlfriend) And what seems to be so funny to you, your majesty?~

Peach: (Pokes at Mario's Cheek With a Few Giggles and Laughter) You, sweetie-pie!~ (Pulls Mario in for a Loving Hug) I almost forgot how adorable you were when you started running around like that~

Mario: (Blushes Even More) Peachhh!~ I already told you! I'm not cuuute!

Peach: (Snuggles onto Mario) And I keep telling you that you will always be my cute, sweet prince~ (Kisses All Over Mario's Face)

Mario: (Starts Getting Ticklish by Every Kiss He Gets) Momma M-Mia, Peach!~ That tickles!~ Come on!!~

Samus: (Already Got a Smirk on her Face) So much for trying to prove her wrong.

Daisy: All in favor of declaring Mario as the cute, sweet prince for now on, say 'Aye'!

Everyone: 'Aye'!!!

Luigi

Luigi: (On Screen) I'm a loser......

Luigi: I can't believe I actually did all of that. (Chuckles Lightly) Guess I was a pretty big loser at the time, huh?

Everyone immediately staring at Luigi in Silent.

Luigi: Uhhh......Guys?

Daisy: (Took a Deep Breath) Okay..... Luigi, honey, there's something very important we all wanna tell you right now.

Luigi: Really? What's that?

Daisy: Simple......Luigi.

Everyone: YOU ARE NOT A LOSER!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dedede: And anyone who says otherwise, is gonna get hit in the head with a mallet!!!

Luigi: (Frowns a Little) You guys, you didn't have to tell me all of that. Really.

Daisy: (Hugs her man Very Lovingly) We know. We just wanna make sure you get memo. You know how much I hate hearing you talk bad about yourself, right?~

Luigi: (Smiles Softly While Having Daisy in his Arms) Of course I do, dear~ I'll do my best not to think that way anymore. Promise.

Daisy: Okay. (Snuggle onto Luigi's Embrace) I'll take your word for it. (Gives Luigi a Kiss on the Lips) I love you~

Luigi: I love you too, Daisy~

Peach

Peach: (Starts to Faint on Screen)

Dedede: (Laughs Wholeheartedly) I don't know about y'all, but that just might be the most accurate one yet!

Peach: (Glares at Dedede while Placing her Hands on her Hips) And what does that supposed to be?

Mario: Please don't take this the wrong, dear, but.....You do have the tendency to faint..... A lot.

Peach: (Gasps while Blushing) Why, I never!! (Crosses her Arms) I-I don't recall ever fainting once in this very mansion!!

Daisy: (Raised an Eyebrow at Peach) Oh really? Then how about the time you fainted over every tournament matches we watched together?

Peach: W-Well, it's not my fault the fights were getting intense as of late.....

Fox: What about most of the time all of watch a movie together.

Peach: Some movies have impressive and unpredictable twist in them. You can't fault me for reacting to them like that.....

Luigi: What about the time all the kids went missing?

Peach: You know how much I care for all of my babies!!!!

Bayonetta: Ooh. What about the time you accidentally saw me and Paulie in the sho-

Peach: (Blushes Bright Red) OKAY! OKAY! FINE!!! You all have proven your points quite enough today! Now could we please move on before I faint in embarrassment?!

Daisy: (Starts Snickering) Sure thing, cuz.

Falco: "Faint in Embarrassment".......(Turns to Fox) People do that?

Fox: (Shrugged) Probably.

Daisy

Daisy: (On Screen) Nonononono! You Clouts!!!

Bayonetta: Well, well. (Starts Smirking Playfully Towards Daisy) It looks someone's being a terrible sport here.

Samus: Another accurate depiction.

Daisy: ('Scoffs') Please. (Crosses her Arms) My sportsmanship isn't that bad.

Peach: Daisy. Sweetie. Ever since our friendship started to blossom, you would always get competitive to almost every sports and games we played. Even Cricket.

Daisy: ('Ughh') You're still not letting that one go?

Peach: No. Out of all the sports we played in our youth, why must you be so rough whenever we play cricket together?!

Daisy: (Rolled her Eyes) Come on, Peach. It's not that big of a deal. You do know it's technically a sport, right?

Peach: It's Cricket!! It's supposed to be a nice, relaxing game! Not a literal competition!

Daisy: Oh, and like you're the sane one when it comes of these sports games!!!

Samus: (Already Getting Annoyed) Alright, you two, knock off. (Turns to Daisy) Daisy, would you just admit that you're competitive already so we can move on?

Daisy: But I-

Samus: (Gives Daisy a Dark Glare)...........

Daisy: ('Sighs in Defeat') Okay. So maybe I am too competitive for my own good.....

Luigi: I still think it cute.

Daisy: (Pouts at Luigi While Blushing) You're just saying that to make me feel better, Weegie......

Luigi: W-Well, it's honest truth. (Hugs Daisy) You are adorable to me~.......It is making you feel better.....Right?

Daisy: ..................(Finally Starts Snuggling onto her man with a Cute Smile) It is, 'hon~

Yoshi

Yoshi: (Starts Falling Down Adorably on Screen)

Daisy: (Frowns Sadly) Awwwwwwwww~ My poor baby.......

Luigi: (Frowns Sadly as Well) He looks so sad when he's discouraged.....

Samus: Yeah......(Frowns a Little) It does look a bit heart wrenching now that I think about it.

Dedede: Ah there's nothing for y'all to be sad about here. I'm sure that boy has already moved on from the phase.

Luigi: I guess......(Sees Yoshi Making his Way Towards the Door) S-Son!!

Yoshi: Oh! Uh. (Turns to Luigi) Yeah, dad?

Luigi: I'm not sure if your mother and I told you this enough today but-

Daisy: (Already in Tears) Your mommy and daddy loves you so much, sweetheart!! Please don't ever forget that, okay?!!

Yoshi: (A bit Startled by his Mom's Sudden Outburst) Y-Yeah. Sure.....(Smiles a Little) I love you guys too-

Dark Pit: (Already Laughing Outside)

Yoshi: ('Sigh') If you guys will excuse me.....(Opens the Door) have a certain dark angel to pummel with water balloons. (Sprints Outside)

'Door Closed'

Daisy: Kick his ass, sweetie!!!

Palutena: Daisy! That's our son he's talking about.

Bayonetta: Wellllll.....In all fairness, our boi may have said something to Yoshi that he shouldn't have. Either that, or he just messing with him on a daily basis for....some reason.

Palutena: ('Sigh') I guess....But still....My baby.

Bayonetta: (Hugs Palutena Lovingly) I know, dear~ I know~

Donkey Kong

DK: (Throws a Giant Barrel on the Ground and Starts Slam his Two Fist Down in Anger on Screen)

Falco: You know, I dunno why, but I kinda had a feeling that the big guy would do something like that.

Everyone: (Nodding in Agreement) Yeah/True/Uh-huh.

Diddy Kong

Diddy: (Gets Angry and Starts Making a Scene on Screen)

Mario: Mama Mia..... I've never seen Diddy this upset before.....

Samus: Tell me about it.....It seems so surreal and everything.

Peach: (Frowns a Little) Yeah.....It makes me worried about him even more than it should.

Fox: Uh, your majesty. You do know this was all just a while ago, right?

Peach: I know. But you know me..... I'm always worried about my babies.

Daisy: (Place a hand on Peach's Shoulder) We all are, cuz. We are.

Wario

Wario: (Angrily Waves his Fist after Throwing a Random Giant Boulder at Something....Only to get Squashed by the same Boulder on Screen)

Luigi: Okay. This is something I gotta ask.....(Turns to Wario) How in the heck were you able to survive all of that?!!

Wario: ('Wahahaha!!') You forgot, 'cuz? This is me you losers are talking about here. (Shows off his Arm Muscles) I'm strong enough to survive everything!! ('Wahahaha!!!')

Dedede: (Rolled his Eyes) Yet you still lose against me in Death Battle.....

Wario: (Glares at Dedede) Ah shut up, cheater. That fan show was a fluke and you know it. (Starts Cracking his Knuckles) I can beat you in a real match right here, right now!

Dedede: (Glares Back at Wario) Boy.....You can try facing me all you want....(Slams his Mallet Down on the Floor) But you'll most certainly fail.

Peach: (Immediately Got Off of the Couch) That is enough, you two! We are all here to have a good time and enjoy ourselves here today, not to start fights. Both you calm yourselves right now, or I will not hesitate to kick you out of this living room. Do I make myself clear?

Dedede: Yes ma'am.......

Wario: (Walks Away) Whatever.........

Waluigi

Waluigi: (Slumps Down in Utter Defeat on Screen) Whyyyyy?

Fox: (Rolled his Eyes) Who else thinks this is how Waluigi reacted when he didn't get invited to the tournament?

Everyone: (Nodded in Agreement) Me/Yeah...../Definitely.

Dedede: The man always was a drama queen.

Peach: ('Sigh') Guys, come on. Don't you think you all are being a bit harsh on him here?

Samus: Yeah, but.....I mean, this IS Waluigi we're talking about here.....

Falco: (Shrugged) Pretty inevitable to not make a few remarks about him.

Peach: True.....But he has feelings, just like the rest of us.........I think.

Bowser

Bowser: (Slumps Down and Use his Fist to Pound the Ground in Utter Defeat on Screen)

Dedede: God-Damn. Even Bowser taking losing too seriously....

Bayonetta: (Glares at the Screen a Little) This is starting to get more ridiculous by the second........

Palutena: (Turns to her Girlfriend) You're.....Still not mad about what Bowser did last year, are you?

Bayonetta: (Immediately Starts Having Flashbacks About the Time She Starts Yelling at Bowser for being Lazy on her Simple Chores) Well....... You could say that I'm not entirely happy with him right now..... Not one bit.

Samus: (Whispers in Palutena's Ear) Did something happened between those two or.......

Palutena: (Whispers back to Samus) It's a long story......

Bowser Jr.

Bowser Jr: (Starts Crying on Screen)

Peach: (Frowns Sadly While Placing her Hand on her Chest) ......................

Mario: (Turns to Peach) Peach.....Is everything okay?

Peach: ('Sighs Sadly')......I still feel terrible about how I treated Junior and the his siblings over the years.....

Mario: (Gently Holds Both of Peach's Hands) Those are all in the past. You have all the chance in world now to make it up to them.

Peach: I know. I'm just..... Really scared of messing things up with them, you know?

Mario: (Gently Squeezes Peach's Hands Reassuringly with a Smile) Hey. I know it can be scary, but I still believe you have what it takes to make things right. You are a "Certified Mom" in this Mansion after all.

Peach: (Hugs Mario Lovingly While Being Determined) You're right, Mario. I won't give up on any them. Not now or ever! Thank you so much, dear~

Mario: (Hugs Peach Back) You're always welcome, Peach.

Boo

Boo: (Rolls Around on the Ground in Sadness on Screen)

Dedede: (Confused) Wait a minute. How come that Boo doesn't go through underground or whatever?

Luigi: (Shrugged) Maybe it has something to do with his emotions. It does seems too sad to do anything right now.

Dedede: Yeah, maybe.

Shadow Mario

Shadow Mario: (Trips on the Ground and Sulks on Screen)

Peach: (Whispers to Mario) Hey, Mario, were you able to figure out who Shadow Mario really was after the tourney was over?

Mario: Not exactly. There was no trace of him anywhere....

Peach: Well..... Whoever that person is, I hope they're safe out there.

Mario: Yeah......

Petey Piranha

Petey: (Vomits Goop on the Ground While Falling Down on Screen)

Samus: (Eyes Widened in Disgusted) Please don't tell me that was literal vomit he spat out just now......

Mario: It's not vomit. It's just a mixture of mud and goop. (Rubs the Back of his Head Back and Forth) He...... Usually spit a puddle of them out whenever he's in a mood......

Everyone stares at Mario in complete silence.

Mario: I faced him back in Bianco Hills. He's.......a handful to faced to say the least........

Reaction Over

Mario: So? What do you guys think?

Fox: It was....... Something......

Bayonetta: Pretty Interesting, if you ask me.

Samus: (Shrugged) Sort of a learning experience.

Dedede: You know, I'm just gonna come out and say it. Y'all took golf wayyyyyyyyyy too seriously in this one.

Falco: The king's right. No one should take it that seriously. Not even us.

Daisy: Yeah......(Giggles Softly) We were pretty out there, aren't we?

Peach: (Smiles Softly) I'd say so. I'm just glad we were all able to share these strange, wonderful memories with all of you today.

Palutena: (Smiles Softly) We're all glad too in a way. And who knows? Maybe this game was a life learning lesson for you guys be more humble and sportsmen-like.

Luigi: (Starts Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) Ehhhhhhh.....

Dedede: (Raised an Eyebrow) Y'all did learn a lesson about it after Toadstool Tour was over with, right?

Luigi: ('Sigh') Let's just say our golf journey afterwards was..... outlandish to say the least.....

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