#this save is fucking cursed ISTG

[startedwellthatsentence]

I just got an AMAZING like SUPER RARE drop in Stardew and then when I tried to move it in my inventory I dropped it in the trash. There is no solving this. I can’t restart the day, it was a random monster drop.

Literally my hands are tingling that was the quickest I have ever physically gone from YESSSSSSS to NOOOOOOOOO

[thaliasthunder]

no bc the way nico must've been deeply crushed by percy that he never cursed him tho he had all the reasons in the world to do it? if percy had to deal w nico's curse w the arai monsters in tartarus he would've straight up died there

[jistagrams]

best interest p.sh

pairing: park sunghoon x fem! reader

warnings: smut, zestyish jokes (Jake and sunghoon are basically In love idk), cursing, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it!!), kinda mean? dom sunghoon, pervert sunghoon, slight choking, not proofread, lmk if I missed anything!

minors dni!!

Friday 6:10 pm

what sunghoon didn't expect was to fall in love with you, living together just made him crazy, seeing you walk around in a big tee with just panties under?? yeah. "She won't even let jay hit" sunghoon ranted to his friend on facetime, "maybe shes a virgin and she's saving it for someone special" Jake replied, placing a kiss on his girlfriends head turning off his mic. "I'm someone special!" Hoon whined throwing his phone on his bed, "I guess not to her" Jake turned his mic back on snickering. "Should I fuck her best friend to get revenge.." he started questioning his own existence, hes never been this crazy over someone. did you cast a love spell on him or something? "her best friend is haechan" Jake set up his phone on the table, showing him as he put his headphones on and turning on his console. "ok nevermind. would rather kiss you than fuck haechan" "you would kiss me?" "hell no." "then why say it you got my hopes up" "..jake shut the fuck up" Jake laughs as the light from his computer reflected on his face. "yk what you should do, try and seduce her" he proposed, "that doesn't sound that bad, how would I even do that" sunghoon replies, finally picking his phone up from the bed to walk into the kitchen. "mmm, since y'all live together try walking around like shirtless or like... loudly jerking off??" Jake bit his nails while thinking, "holy shit your gonna make me get a restraining order" sunghoon laughed out loud, hearing the door unlock he quickly hung up and texted Jake "she's home, gonna take ur advice istg if she calls the cops on me you'll never see ur stupid apex acc again."

Friday 8:56 pm

he was nervous, obviously. he wasn't nervous about how he looked, he knew he looked good. he was just nervous on how your reaction would be, he hyped himself up in his room for a bit. doing some pushups till he walked out of his room shirtless knowing your in the kitchen, "yn" he spoke out to you, making you turn around to look at him. "why are u naked" was the first thing you said to him since you got home. "gonna take a shower, u cooking anything?" "Nah, I'm ordering food I'm just in here eating chips", clearly looking unfazed, "should we order something then?" He replied. Walking into the kitchen, sweats hanging low. Showing a obvious bulge, "I'll just get pizza u go take a shower, you stink like sweat" you looked away from his piercing gaze. He chuckled, "mm, ok let me know when the food comes I'll get it" he says while walking away and into the bathroom, quickly locking it and holding his head in his hands.

sunghoon : She won't even look at me 😭😭💔💔💔💔💔😢

Jake : maybe ur js butt ugly.

sunghoon : this is not helping idiot

Jake : did u walk around shirtless 🌚

sunghoon : YES BRO. even wore my baggy jeans to show extra 🤬😡

Jake : what if she's into girls...omg sunghoon I'm cooking here

sunghoon : only thing ur cooking is that burnt ass hair.

Jake : fuck u times 10 😒

sunghoon : u wanna fuck me 🌚

Jake : my gf just saw that msg without seeing the name I hope yn never ends up liking you.

sunghoon : CHILL BRO

he took a shower while blasting music, thinking on what his next plan was. he got out of the shower, black hair dripping water as he wrapped a towel around his waist. he looked in the mirror as he thought of a idea, he picked up his phone as some random rap song played, he took a picture shirtless. Sending it to Jake to confirm if it was cute or not.

sunghoon : *image attached*

Jake : wrong person

sunghoon : u fucking airhead is it cute or not

Jake : oh LMFAOOO

Jake : it's cute, who's it for

sunghoon : baefy yn

Jake : atp send her a dick pic

sunghoon : should i

Jake : yea if u wanna get blocked

as he turned his music off he heard you yelling for him from the living room. He quickly threw on his boxers and sweats, getting out as he put his phone in his pocket. "what's wrong?" He asked standing Infront of you, once again. Wearing baggy sweats but instead of them damn near falling off they are tied with the string. "do u not have any shirts or something, also the pizzas here" you handed him the money for the tip, he grabs it and walks to the door. "thanks" he smiled at the young woman handing him the pizza who was basically drooling. "can I get your number" she sheepishly asked. You looked at them in disgust, looking at the girl as sunghoon laughed and said no. He closed the door, walking back over to you, flopping on the couch and putting the pizza on the table. "why didn't you give her your number?" You asked, "wasn't interested" he shrugged, picking up a piece of pizza. Watching whatever you put on. "Lame."

Saturday 10:43 pm

he was hard. Extremely horny. to the point where he thought he might cum at barely sliding down his shorts. he thought back to the call he had with Jake yesterday, "jerk off loudly, yeah if I wanna be seen as a perv" he scoffed and slid down his shorts and boxers in one go. thinking if he should get off to a picture of you or just some random video on pornhub, he decided on a random video on pornhub. last thing he wants to be is a pervert (even tho he already jerks off to your pictures anyways..) he whined softly as he held his dick in his hand. fuck it. He loaded in on Instagram and stalked your account as his hand slid up and down his shaft. soft moans escaping his throat while looking through your highlights till he found his favorite picture, one of you and him at the beach. bathing suit top hugging your chest so well, making sunghoon's hand go faster on his already red cock, precum dribbling out his slit. His finger accidentally slipping and liking the year old photo. Shit. Shit shit shit. just as he was freaking out his load started shooting out, landing on his black shirt and blankets. his moan was loud, extremely loud. He only realized till after calming down from his high that 1. He sounded like a porn film and 2. He liked your story. He cleaned himself off with the shirt he was wearing, taking it off and throwing it in his laundry basket. Pulling his boxers and shorts up, grabbing another shirt from his drawer. just as he put his shirt on he heard his door swing open, "why you stalking me" you smirked at sunghoon, sitting on his chair in his room. "wasnt stalking you" he side eyed you as he continued to put on his shirt, looking down to notice a cum stain on his shorts cursing to himself, "I needa change my shorts. U gonna stay or what" he asked, looking at you. you turned around in the spin chair, he quickly took off his shorts and grabbed another pair. Putting them on and laying on his bed, "you can look now" he said, picking up his phone to see who texted him. "sunghoon" you called out to him, scooting closer to the bed until you gave up and laid on the bed next to him, "hm?" He replied. Sending a quick text to Jake and going on TikTok, "you should be quieter when you jerk off. not everyone wants to hear that when they wanna call their friend" you smiled at him teasingly as he looked at you before flicking your head with the same hand he used to jerk off with. You got up from his bed and left, sunghoon closed his door with his foot , sending another text to Jake. "Your dead meat."

Thursday 12:29 am

it's been 4 days since he started trying to seduce you, key word. Trying. everytime he jerked off you would just ignore it, same with him walking around in just sweats. he's at the point where he might as well walk around naked, he let our a frustrated sigh as he stood up from his bed. going to your room to get his charger that he lent you a few hours prior, maybe god was on his side or he was just lucky as hell. He opened the door to see you fucking yourself on a dildo. He feels like he could die from happiness right now, you were quick to slide the dildo out of you and cover yourself up. "Oh. My bad" he said, grabbing his charger from your side table. Your face was red, "sunghoon" you quietly called out. "what? ur not done with the charger?" He asked, looking at you covered by your purple sheets. You shook your head, "you wanna help?" you asked, uncovering your body.

Thursday 9:12am

he really has to stop dreaming of you. He woke up hard as shit, all because of that stupid dream. Like he would walk in on your masturbating? Yeah right. He sat up from his bed and groggily walked into the kitchen, he ignored you as he grabbed a water bottle and chugged it. You were quick to notice the very obvious bulge, swallowing your spit while you looked at his back. imagining how it would look after you scratched it during sex. Or how his hands would feel on your body, how his fingers would feel inside of you. Ok yn. Enough of these lewd thoughts. That's your friend your thinking of, your really hot friend. "u wanna make breakfast?" he said, his hot breath on your neck. you felt goosebumps, how did he get behind you so quick? the hell? "not hungry right now so no" you answered, not daring to turn around. "But I'm hungry" he mumbled resting his head on your shoulder. "Make your own food loser" you quickly spoke, moving quick to your room. he smirked to himself, he finally got to you. He's definitely gonna tell Jake about this.

Thursday 5:01 pm

"yn" you hummed as you focused on your show. "Are you a virgin" he asked, you nearly choke on your spit. "What kind of question is that?" You stare at him in shock. Sunghoon shrugged, not looking away from the tv. "Are you?" He asked again. "No sunghoon. I'm not a virgin. Are you?" You spoke with a small attitude in your voice, "nope" he replied, popping the p. "Are you lesbian?" He asked another question. "no. What the hell are these questions??" You shifted your whole body towards him. "So why don't you look my way." He finally looked at you, once again. Staring with a piercing gaze. "What do you mean by that" you know exactly what he means. "Why don't you show any interest in me" the fuck? You always show interest in him, why do you think you wear just shirts around the house? "I do" doesn't seem like it. "I like you yn." He finally expressed his feelings that were making him go insane. "me too" your voice was barley heard, "you like yourself too?" He smiled and chuckled softly. "No I like you too" you smiled back, feeling shy at the sudden confessions. "You know I love you" he said, scooting closer. Holding your face as he pressed a soft kiss on your lips, "I would hope so, why are you saying it so early though" you snickered, "cause I'm about to fuck you like I don't" his smile was so innocent you almost didn't register what he said, he's gonna fuck you like he doesn't? Hell yeah.

Thursday 5:30 pm

your not sure how you ended up in sunghoon's bed, laying on your back as he slurped up your juices. Spewing random shit as he ate you out, "been waiting like...months for this moment" his chin was glistening from eating you out. Sticking two fingers inside to bring you closer to your climax, and you were quick to hit it. Gripping onto his hand that was sliding in and out of you, helping you ride your high out. "that was good huh?" He smiled up at you. giving him a tired nod, he slipped his fingers out of you and sat up. Kissing your lips before sticking his fingers in your mouth to taste yourself, he was different from any other men you've slept with. No man would do this, besides sunghoon apparently. He took his fingers out of your mouth after you sucked them clean, praising you softly as he pulled his boxers down. Slapping his dick on your pussy, "you ready?" You nodded. He entered slowly, groaning out while you pulled him down to hold onto him. Clawing on his back, when he fully bottomed out you realized he was huge. Like 6 inches huge. Sliding back out just to thrust back in, he kept his quite fast pace while you rambled about something he wasn't paying attention to. only thing he was focused on was how good you felt around him, almost too good. "fuck, gonna cum soon if you keep clenching like that" he moaned out, kissing your cheek as he whined and moaned in your ear. "sunghoon" you sighed out, "yeah baby?" he answered. Lifting himself up, keeping his hands on your tits as you rambled about how good he felt. "I know love" he hummed back, sliding out. "doggy style baby" you were quick to get into the position and he was quick to slide right back in, you felt him deeper than you did just a few seconds ago. Arms already weak, making sunghoon hold you up. He was hitting places you didn't even know he could hit, "already fucked out?" He snickered, his hand snaking up to your neck to apply pressure. you immediately felt yourself let go and cum, "i-im cumming" you whined out, holding onto his arm. "I know" He replied, letting you go to fall onto the bed. fucking you harder than he already was, "gonna cum inside n ruin you for every other man" he grunted in your ear,trying to chase his own high. "fuck, taking it so well. who fucks you the best?" He moaned, "y-you" you were extremely sensitive, you felt another climax coming. it came too fast to even warn sunghoon, all he felt was tons of juice on his abs and hips. "Holy shit you just squirted" he spoke in pure shock, still fucking you as he praises you. you were a mess, tears were streaming down your cheeks as sunghoon finally came inside, "m' cumming pretty" he sighed out as he came, rocking his hips slowly. "you did so good for me baby" he slid out and kneeled down, he was quick to latch onto your pussy to clean you up. "w-wait sunghoon" you gasped out, "I'm almost done love" he reassured you, he was right. He had fully cleaned you up and laid down beside you, holding you softly. placing kisses on your face, both of you falling asleep

Friday 10:13 am

yeah. His back does look hot with a bunch of scratch marks. "does your back hurt?" You asked, embarrassed from how many there are. "nah, even if it did I think it would be worth it" he smiled as he poured coffee for you, kissing your forehead and placing a arm around your waist. maybe Jake was right, after all his advice did get sunghoon here.

[silentscrying]

🎸 out of my mind ! 💿 track four: a conflict of interest

guitarist!ino x drummer!reader

summary: it's the annual battle of the bands at the fix, your college campus's iconic live music bar, and this year you're taking the stage as the drummer for indie rock group cursed technique. you know the competition is strong, but no part of you is ready for lead singer and guitarist takuma ino. you lock eyes at the edge of the stage, and something starts—something that might make you feel alive even more than the beat of the drums.

warnings: language, MIDTERMS, alcohol, PTSD/trauma, panic attack, naoya, discussion of car crash (not directly described), mention of deceased parent, literal wholesome sleeping together. || sfw. 8.4k words.

YOU’VE ALWAYS LOVED fall—the sharp, cool note that tacks itself onto the breeze, the crunch of leaves beneath the wheels of your longboard, the early sunsets over the shapes of the campus skyline. Usually, a week this beautiful would find you outside enjoying it. But for the same reason that you haven’t gotten Takuma alone since Saturday, you’ve been cooped up indoors, frying your brain.

The problem is midterms.

The week is a blur of class and homework and reporting and rehearsals, and you hardly ever see Takuma, or really anyone outside of your classes and rehearsals, save for the brief comings and goings of your housemates at strange hours of the day. You’re all drowning in work, and any wish you have of talking to Takuma without the rest of his band present washes itself away in an avalanche of assignments and emails and post-it note to-do lists all over your desk.

When you see him with Megumi and Yuji and Kirara, the both of you dance around all the things you want to say. Because you have to. You don’t have time to flesh this out, put a label on it.

You and Toge spend hours wrapping up your project story. Your comp midterm is eight to nine double-spaced pages of hell, excluding citations, and on top of it you’re balancing media law case studies and your elective comparative lit class.

And this is one of your lighter semesters.

Your housemates don’t have it any easier, Yuta and Maki wrapped up in senior capstone proposals, Nobara grinding her way through the rest of her gen. eds and practicing marketing presentations in the mirror, even Toge scrambling to get work done.

Between cramming and writing and squeezing naps in wherever you can, you and Takuma orbit around the unspoken truth of your kiss on the roof, borderline flirty but never crossing that line. Not over the phone.

you: how goes the algorithming you: or whatever the fuck takuma: I’M DYING takuma: KM GOING CROSSEYED takuma: havent touched grass in days. eons even you: :( same you: we’ll touch grass when this is over takuma: if it snows i will literally dig it up for you istg

You laugh despite yourself, sighing as you lean back in your desk chair, looking out the window. God, you want to kiss this boy again. Fuck school, fuck your busy schedules. Christ, you can’t believe it’s only Wednesday.

you: aw for me takuma: anything for you🫡

It shouldn’t make you blush so furiously in the privacy of your own room, but it does.

A soft knock on the doorframe draws your attention, and you spin in your chair to find Yuta leaning there. His dark hair is a mess, like he’s just taken off a hat, and his cheeks are red with the bite of cold air. He must’ve just gotten home.

“Yuta!”

“Hey.” He grins, holds up his phone so you can see the time. “You eaten yet?” It’s a rhetorical question. You shake your head, recognizing the call to action for what it is, and close your laptop, joining him at the doorway. You need a break, anyway—you just wrapped up a draft of a paper, and you need to do something else before you look it over with fresh eyes.

“Wanna make stir fry?” you ask, and Yuta lights up.

“Read my mind.”

The kitchen is cast in gold as the sun sinks over the rooftops, and you smile at the little hello, my name is stickers on Yuta’s plants in the windowsill. As the two of you grab bowls and pans and ingredients from the fridge, you realize you haven’t really spent one-on-one time with him in a while. You’ve missed it.

“We haven’t done this in forever,” you say, tossing a green pepper over your shoulder. He catches it with one hand and puts it on the cutting board.

“I know,” he laughs, gentle in the same way that everything Yuta does is gentle, and you’re suddenly struck with the horrible thought of how much you’re going to miss him next year. “I feel like we haven’t had any one-on-one time recently. But I’ve been meaning to, uh… well, I should thank you, for giving me that time with Maki. I don’t know that I’d have made a move if not for you.”

“So you’re the one who made the move?” You grin, elbowing him fondly. “Maki wasn’t very forthcoming with the details.”

“I wouldn’t say I made the first move,” he admits. “I started making dinner, and then she started scribbling on something over by the plants. And I was so confused, and then I realized she’d bought these.” He gestures to the plant name tags, a fond smile on his face. Half the handwriting is Yuta’s loopy scrawl, and the other half is Maki’s more jagged counterpart. “She knew all their names. Which is crazy. Sometimes I barely remember.”

You move to the cutting board and start on the peppers while Yuta fires up the stovetop. “That’s sweet,” you say. “You guys are good together. I’ve only been waiting for like, an entire year.”

Yuta chuckles and looks over his shoulder at you. “I asked how she remembered all the names and she said something along the lines of did you know people actually listen when you talk, and I’ve never been particularly good at hiding my facial expressions.” You snort, because you know that better than anyone. “And then I said Toge definitely doesn’t, and she rolled her eyes and said I kept missing the point.”

“Oh, smooth.” You move over so Yuta can reach into the cabinet above you for the seasoning. “And then you asked what the point is?”

“Mhm.” Yuta hip-checks you lightly as he moves back to his place by the stove, and you relish the familiarity of it. He’s one of your best friends, and you’ve missed doing this with him, cooking with him, talking to him. “She said the point is I’m an oblivious dumbass who should just shut up and kiss her already. So I did.”

You have to put the knife down as your laugh bursts out, shaking your shoulders, because that’s the most Maki thing you’ve ever heard. “And you’re together now?”

“Mhm.” Yuta flushes a little. “She’s great. I wasn’t really gonna say anything… ever? She’s out of my league, Skip.”

It should maybe feel like a bigger deal that Maki and Yuta are finally a thing, but in a way, it’s like nothing has changed. They’ve always been close, and you’ve always known they’re perfect for each other. It felt inevitable, and now it’s happened, and it feels right.

“You’re both out of everyone’s league,” you correct, turning to lean against the counter, crossing your arms over your chest. “And neither of you think you deserve each other, which is exactly why you do.” He smiles, shy and small, and your heart warms in your chest. “I’m happy for you, Yuta.”

“Thanks.” He ducks his head a little, his tell-tale sign of embarrassment, like when Takuma scratches the back of his neck. God, why does everything remind you of Takuma?

Like he can read your mind, Yuta says, “Your turn. You and Ino? I know everyone’s in the loop except me.”

The next half hour or so passes with you explaining the details of your night with Takuma yet again, the smell of stir fry eventually drawing Toge out from the cave (his and Yuta’s bedroom) around the same time Nobara sweeps through the door with Maki in tow. It’s the first time the five of you have been in the same room outside of rehearsals all week.

“Ooh, my god,” Nobara sighs, smelling the stir fry. “That’s the good shit. I owe you my life.”

“You can do the dishes,” you suggest, and she deflates as she unwinds the scarf around her neck and tosses it on a hook with her coat.

“I’ve made a fatal mistake,” she says.

“How’re midterms?” Maki asks as she brushes past you, tossing her jacket onto a chair, and you shrug. In response, Toge puts his head face-down on the counter, and Maki looks to Yuta, waiting for his answer. It’s like they don’t know how they’re supposed to interact in front of you all, now that the whole band knows.

“You don’t have to dance around each other anymore,” Nobara points out, blunt as ever. “We’ve watched you do that for years. I honestly think I’d rather watch you be gross.”

Toge raises a brow. “Careful what you wish for.”

“Let’s break the ice! Let’s talk about it!” Nobara crows, grabbing you by the elbow. “Reenactment, Skip. You be Yuta.” She leans dramatically over the plants, pretending to write on the name tag stickers. “This one is Pikachu.” Yuta definitely does not have a plant named Pikachu. “You’re an obtuse asshole, Yuta Okkotsu,” Nobara says in a truly horrendous impression of Maki, turning around and grabbing you by the shoulders. “Now kiss me.”

“Oh my god,” Maki says flatly. “I hate you.”

“She didn’t call me an asshole!” Yuta says indignantly.

Maki nudges him with a shoulder, which is probably the closest thing to PDA you’ll get out of them for weeks. Nobara’s teasing will only make them less willing to show affection in front of the rest of you. Maybe it’s reverse psychology and that is what she wants.

“Table,” Yuta says, pointing to Toge. “Nobara, go sit in the corner and think about your actions. Maki, could you grab the plates?”

“Girlfriend privilege!” Nobara cries, not making any move to listen to Yuta. She grins at you and you can’t help but smile back. She’s being obnoxious about it, but she also held in her teasing about their relationship for ages until they figured it out on their own. You know she’s just as happy for them as you are.

“You better keep Ino away from this one,” Maki says as she dishes up the stir fry and slides the plates across the counter to Toge, who ferries them over to the table without complaint. Nobara wiggles her brows at you in a way that very obviously says you can try, but you will fail.

When the five of you crowd the little table in the makeshift dining room, it’s honestly the most relaxed you’ve felt all week. For an hour it’s just you and your best friends, talking and ranting and joking and eating some damn good stir fry, and you can forget about all the work piling up on your desk and the boy down the street you desperately need to talk to and the performance in two days that’ll decide your band’s fate. It’s good.

You grin at Nobara as she gestures with her hands while telling a story about this girl in her marketing class, at Toge trying and failing to steal the snap peas from Yuta’s plate, at Maki fondly watching it all unfold.

Despite her earlier complaints, Nobara doesn’t hesitate to get started on the dishes, and Toge dries while you sit at the stool by the counter and chat with them. Nobara shoves a plate at Toge to try and he nearly drops it onto one of the plants, earning him a look from Yuta very reminiscent of a parent scolding their child.

"Sorry, Snorlax," Toge says to the plant he nearly attacked. "Hey, these are helpful, actually. Good job, Maki."

You stare at the name tags, something starting to grow in the back of your mind. Hello! My name is...

"Yes," you breathe. And then you launch out of your seat and grab your notebook from the other room.

You have an idea.

—

You’re bouncing on the balls of your feet, spinning a drumstick in your right hand as The Cull wraps up their ten-decibels-too-loud set onstage. Waiting in the wings, Hakari and another stage tech linger by your kit, waiting to swap it out, and the rest of your band goes through their usual pre-performance rituals.

Maki leans against the wall, eyes closed, moving her fingers along her bass without making any sound. Yuta’s quietly checking his tuning for the thousandth time tonight. Nobara does laps around the backstage area, humming and mouthing words to herself, her guitar carefully leaning against the wall beside you.

Toge is straight up just dancing to the other band’s music in the corner.

And you’re here, spinning your sticks between your thumb and index finger, index and middle, middle and ring, ring and pinky, back again. Back and forth, back and forth, the worn wood dancing across your knuckles.

Midterms are over. Projects and papers are turned in, exams are taken, laptops are strewn forgotten across the living room for the weekend. All your attention is here and now, Friday at The Fix, Battle of the Bands. Lifeblood might be a good word for it, you think, whatever this kind of rush is to you. It’s electric.

The Cull finishes with a screeching of guitars and a held-out note that could very possibly be classified as a scream, and then Panda takes the stage, the techs start moving, and the other band files past you in the backstage area.

You nod as they slip by and they return the gesture, not seeming all that interested, but you don’t care. It’s time.

Sliding onto the throne, you adjust the hi-hat and pound the kick a few times. Nobara winks at you from center stage, and you make eye contact with each of your bandmates in turn, confirming they’re tuned and plugged in and ready to go.

And then you launch into your new song, unable to help the smile spreading across your face.

It begins with a drum solo, a mild rhythm on the floor tom. You add the kick, then move to hat, and Maki comes in, then Toge, then the guitars. And then Nobara leans forward and starts to sing.

“You’re in the corner watchin’, at the party, Solo cup in hand. I’m on the dance floor, one more wild girl who needs a place to land.” You glance out over the crowd, stage light blinding you from your position toward the back of the stage. You can’t see shit, but it’s like you can feel his eyes on you.

“Been goin’ solo, flying so low, meet your eyes and draw you close.” Nobara yanks the mic off the stand and belts,“You ask my name, I tap your chest, and I say you already know!”

Power chord, two big beats, one, two, three, crash—

“Hello, my name is everything you ever asked your gods about. Hello, my name is somebody who needs a guy to take me out…”

The music washes over you, thrums from the soles of your sneakers to the tips of your fingers, gets you high on spotlights and amp feedback. You wrote this song about a lot of things. On a surface level, it’s Maki and Yuta’s song, drawn from the name tags on the kitchen plants. But on another level, it’s about Takuma, and you know your whole band knows it.

“Hello, hello, my name is yours if you want it,” Nobara finishes, and you finish with two cymbal hits and a kick, grabbing the cymbals between thumb and index finger immediately after to mute them. It’s a sharper finish than a lot of your songs, punchier, and it feels good.

“We’re Cursed Technique!” Nobara shouts, and Yuta plucks a few strings as he retunes for one of your older tracks. The set goes by all too fast, and then you’re finishing with Next Fix, the beat under your hands familiar and automatic. You’re on my mind at two a.m., you help me find deliverance, I think it’s time I get my fix.

You’d stay here forever if you could, just making music with your favorite people, but your set ends and you have to retreat backstage, Black Flash passing you in the wing as they prepare to round out the night.

“That was awesome,” Kasumi Miwa whispers as she passes you, and you grin.

“You’ll be awesome.”

When Mai appears around the corner, she stops short. You glance at Maki and realize Yuta’s hand is on the small of her back, and Mai has zeroed in on it. Yuta looks like he’s about to pass out, his hand frozen a half-inch away from Maki’s back like he doesn’t know if it’s better or worse to let go, but Maki seems entirely unfazed.

Instead of addressing Maki, though, Mai looks right at Yuta, a slender brow raised in an expression you aren’t quite sure how to interpret. On Maki, it would be teasing, but on Mai it could be a challenge or a threat or a judgment just as easily.

But she only says, “Thought you were gonna take that to your grave, Okkotsu. Been long enough.” She breezes past all of you without another word, and Yuta stares at the place where she stood only moments before, slack-jawed.

Maki shrugs. “Well, that’s that.” The sound of tuning instruments floats back from the stage and Maki starts moving, looking confused when Yuta doesn’t immediately follow. “What?”

“She—what?” Yuta gapes, and Nobara and Toge catch up to you, herding you backstage.

“I can never tell how mad you two are at each other,” you tell Maki.

“We’re bonded by mutual hatred of our own family. We have an understanding,” she shrugs. “She approves of Yuta. I don’t give a shit. If she didn’t, I still wouldn’t give a shit.”

Sometimes you’re very, very glad you have no relatives at this school.

Maki elbows Yuta lightly and he seems to relax, shrugging off the interaction with Mai.

“On another note!” Nobara chirps. “That was fucking awesome.”

And then you hear, of all things, a trumpet coming from the direction of the stage. It’s a very recognizable riff.

Black Flash is covering September.

“What the fuck?” Toge asks. He holds up a hand and darts back to the wing, peeking out on stage. When he returns, his brows have shot up, mouth open like a fish. “Muta has a trumpet. Muta’s playing a trumpet. Since when does he know trumpet? What the fuck?”

“Miwa. Guaranteed,” Nobara says. “Momo’s been trying to get him to learn for years, but he wouldn’t even be in that band if Miwa wasn’t there.” She grins. “I bet Momo was so mad when he finally did it only ‘cause Miwa asked.”

“They sound straight out of a damn recording,” you murmur, craning your neck as if that’ll help you hear better. “They’re fucking good, guys.” Part of you wants to slip out into the crowd just to see them perform. These guys really have their art down to a science, as little sense as that might make, and you can’t help appreciating it.

They segue into a new song with a wild sax solo that you know to be Momo’s, and Nobara grabs you by the hand and twirls you around backstage, some jazzy movement with no real choreography. We’re going to lose, you think idly, but you understand why. There’s something infectious in this music.

Even Maki and Yuta can’t stand still once they’ve put their instruments away, and eventually the five of you are jumping around like a bunch of idiots as Black Flash closes out their set with an explosive series of riffs and chords, and the crowd’s cheering floods the place, all the way to backstage.

You hear Panda’s voice, or more so the bass-heavy sound of him speaking into a microphone, and you only really catch voting.

“Sweet democracy,” Toge says. “I pledge allegiance—”

“How about don’t?” Maki drawls.

Toge nods. “My bad. I’m supposed to be loyal to the queen now, anyway.” Maki’s brows furrow, but she must decide it’s not worth questioning, because she turns away and starts talking to Nobara.

Has anyone actually told Toge the queen is dead?

This time around, ten minutes feels all too short, and suddenly you’re on the stage again, Black Flash at your left and The Cull on their other side. Panda is in front of you all, mic in hand, the results on his phone.

“We have literally never had a vote this close,” he says, and the crowd draws in a collective breath. “The difference between first and second place was two votes.”

“Shit,” Nobara breathes out beside you, so soft nobody else could possibly hear. Two votes. That’s fucking insane.

“But we do have a winner,” Panda says, “and the band moving on to the finals next week is…”

This time, there’s too much attention on your band for Maki to make a comment about Panda’s dramatic pause. In the quiet, somebody shouts, “Woo, girl drummer!” and it sounds an awful lot like Kirara. You smile sheepishly.

Maybe you made it. This was definitely your best performance yet, and the crowd seemed to love the new song—

“Black Flash!” Panda shouts, and your stomach twists a little even as you smile and whoop for the winners. The stage explodes in movement as your band and The Cull converge on the members of the reigning Battle of the Bands champions, congratulating them.

“Amazing set,” you tell Kasumi earnestly. Deep down, you knew you didn’t have much of a chance against them. Still, you’d hoped.

You think you catch Maki muttering, “Y’know, not bad,” to Mai, but you could be wrong.

After you slip backstage, Panda catches up to you. “Y’all were second,” he tells Nobara. “Just thought you should know. That was real close.”

Part of you is immensely gratified that you beat The Cull. That you came that close to kicking Black Flash out of their championship spot. You’re bummed, but honestly? It’s enough for you.

And now Shibuya Incident and Black Flash will compete in the finals, just like last year. Takuma’s got a chance to dethrone them.

After locking up the drum kit in the back storage room (which Shoko blessedly lets you use free of charge), you head out to the floor. Toge splits off to talk to someone from a comm class, Nobara beelines for Yuji and Megumi, and you figure Maki and Yuta are being antisocial in a corner somewhere. It doesn’t take long for Takuma to find you.

“Skipper!” You turn to find him grinning at you, and you can’t help but mirror the expression. “That was amazing. That song was amazing, you were amazing. I mean, are. You are amazing.” His hand drifts up to the back of his neck, and part of you wants to reach out an intercept it, tangle your fingers in his. But you hold yourself back.

“Thanks,” you beam.

“Man. You should’ve won,” Takuma says earnestly, squeezing your shoulder. You took off your bomber jacket before the show—drumming is already a lot of movement, but the stage lights make you sweat—so his fingers skim the place where your T-shirt sleeves end and your bare skin begins, sending a spike of electricity down your spine. “You kicked their asses in my book.”

There’s that warmth again, flowering in your chest cavity. Even when his hand falls from your arm, the impression of his touch stays there.

“They were good,” you say, conceding defeat. He shrugs, like whatever you say, and you’re about to finally ask him if you can talk in private when Yuji materializes out of nowhere, nearly making you jump out of your skin.

“Dude!” he crows, slinging an arm around your shoulder so aggressively that you nearly stumble, laughing. This kid does not know his own strength. “That was so good. So good. You should’ve won. That was insane. The new song?”

“That’s what I said,” Takuma says, raising a brow at you, and you’re flushing again.

“Ino, we’re getting Taco Bell,” Yuji says. You plaster on a smile when he turns to look at you, like you haven’t been going out of your mind the entire week needing to be alone with Takuma. “You want anything?”

Yuji’s not trying to interrupt anything. Poor guy just wants Taco Bell. You stifle a sigh. “Nah, I’m good.” You catch Maki’s eye from the other side of the room, and she waves you over. “I’ll leave you to it, then.”

“Hey, you should come over later,” Takuma says before you can turn away. “Gotta catch me up on your midterms. I feel like I haven’t seen you all week.”

Yes. There it is. Exactly what you need.

“That sounds great,” you say honestly. “Call me when you guys get back?”

He gives you a two-fingered salute with a grin that makes your heart stutter a little. “Yes, ma’am.”

—

Nobara mourns the loss the whole way home, but by the time Maki pulls into the driveway she seems to have gotten all her feelings out and is back to her determined we’ll-get-it-next-year self. The guys drove separately with all the guitars piled in the backseat, and they beat you home.

You’ve just sat down on the couch and kicked off your shoes when your phone buzzes, a familiar but unexpected name floating across the screen.

INCOMING CALL: TSUMIKI FUSHIGURO

You slide to accept the call, waving at the boys to quiet down. “What’s up?”

“Hey,” Tsumiki says, in that tone of voice that means she’s running on multitasking business mode. A low, static humming in the background tells you she’s calling from the car. “So, there was some kind of accident on 34th a couple blocks down from the science complex. I know you’re on features, but Yuki’s out of town and most of the freelancers are younger and haven’t done breaking yet. Are you busy? I can try the sophomores if you can’t, or I can go, but I’m just coming from work and I might take too long—”

You’re already grabbing your bag and your board, mouthing newspaper to Yuta and Toge, who are giving you curious looks as they dig through the movie collection under the TV. The intersection’s not far from your place at all, or from The Fix, for that matter. Yuki’s the news editor, and if she’s out, it makes more sense for someone who’s already done breaking to go. Time is of the essence with these sorts of briefs. “On it, don’t worry,” you say, pushing out the front door and waving to Maki and Nobara on the way. “Photog?”

“Yeah, I’m calling around after this. I’ll get someone there. God, thank you, you’re a lifesaver.”

“No problem. Call you when I’m done.” You hang up and shove your phone into your back pocket as you careen down the street, headed toward the spot Tsumiki mentioned. Now that midterms are over and you’re free of your academic obligations, you can actually take the time to savor the cool night air and crunch of freshly fallen leaves under your wheels. Hopefully the crash isn’t too bad—Tsumiki didn’t seem incredibly worried, but it’s likely she was operating on very little information.

It doesn’t take long for you to hear the commotion, and you round the corner to see a few cop cars blocking off the crash site on the side of the road.

The second you’re close enough to see past the officers and their cars, your heart plummets.

It’s a red Hyundai.

Smoke billows out from beneath the hood, but the other car’s got it worse, the passenger side smashed in. The way it’s positioned—it shouldn’t have even been possible, unless the other car was genuinely driving in the wrong lane.

“No,” you breathe, kicking your board up and running, and then you’re flashing your press card at a campus policeman—he tries to get you to stop anyway, but there’s no way he’s catching you now—and you’re sprinting to the wrecked car, heart shouting in your chest. You see Yuji first, trying to brush off a concerned-looking Megumi, and then a pair of cops approaching them, and another cop arresting someone—shit, you know him, what’s his name? Naoya, that’s Maki’s dickwad cousin—probably the driver of the other vehicle, but where’s Takuma, where—

When you skid around the far side of the car, Kirara giving you a surprised look, you see him leaning up against the tree. He’s sitting on the grass, one leg pulled up to his chest and the other stretched out in front of him, his forehead resting on his knee. His shoulders are shaking, his hat’s on the ground, Kirara is beside him talking lowly and glaring at anyone who tries to get near him—

Until she sees you.

“Thank god,” she breathes. She doesn’t ask why you’re here. She just guides you to sit down in front of Takuma. “Can you—”

“Is he hurt?”

“No, I don’t think so, he’s just—”

“Got it.”

She backs off to give you space, and then you’re on the ground, knees in the grass in front of Takuma. Panic attack, PTSD episode, whatever it is, you’ve dealt with these before. You remember the roof, his quiet voice, explaining what happened to his dad, how he was in the car, how he hates driving because of it. You’d bet anything Takuma thinks he’s back there.

“Kuma,” the nickname slips out before you even realize it. He jerks and looks up at you, shock and confusion written all over his face. He’s full-on trembling, and your heart shatters in your chest. “Hey. Hey, I need you to breathe.” You hesitantly reach out and take his hands in yours, watching him carefully to see if he tries to pull away. He doesn’t. “You’re okay. Everyone’s okay. You’re safe. Can you take a breath for me?”

He’s not fully here, you can tell, his eyes glassed over and his breath catching in his throat. You scoot closer to him, put your hands on either side of his face, blocking out the sirens and the chatter and the crowd. “Takuma,” you say. “Look at me.”

His frantic, moving stare settles on you after a long moment, and he seems to realize abruptly that he is having a panic attack. You can see the moment it clicks in his mind, that if he was twelve years old in a car crash with his father, you couldn’t be here in front of him, and now it’s up to his body to get the message across.

“Breathe,” you say again, drawing in an exaggerated breath and blowing it out slowly. “C’mon, with me. You got this.”

Takuma gasps, trying to follow your instructions as you talk him through it, counting inhales and exhales and starting over every time his breath hitches. “Doing great,” you promise. The rest of the world—the cops, a very angry Megumi pacing back and forth, Kirara speaking rapidly on the phone—might as well not exist. It’s you and Takuma and your breaths in the air between you. Nothing else matters, not right now.

All of the struggles you’ve had this week, papers and feelings and not enough sleep, feel suddenly unbelievably small.

There are things that matter in a much louder way, and this is one of them.

“Christ,” Takuma breathes out eventually, burying his head in his hands. One of the cop cars erupts with the blare of sirens momentarily before stopping again, and the sound has his shoulders tense with worry all over again.

You don’t even think about it. You just pull Takuma into you, wrapping your arms around him, like you can put the both of you in a little bubble away from everything else. “Hey, hey—”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, and you furiously shake your head. “Just—the sirens—“

“No,” you say firmly. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Takuma.”

He shudders and you rub your hand up and down his spine. “Is the other driver…?”

“A stupid fucking drunk driving in the wrong lane?” Kirara practically spits as she rejoins you near the tree. “Yes.” The cop just took her statement and has moved on to Megumi and Yuji.

You’ve never seen Megumi this livid. He’s gesturing wildly at the other car, and you remember idly that Naoya’s his cousin too, that this is a little personal for him.

“Yeah, but is he…?” Takuma trails off.

“He’s fine,” you murmur, your heart clenching for this boy, who’s been through so much and just relived the worst day of his life and still wanted to know if the other driver was okay. Jesus. He’s too good. “Everyone’s okay.”

You pull back to hold him at arm’s length, scanning him up and down for injury, and he’s staring at you like you just fell from the sky. “Skip—I’m really glad you’re here but—why? What are you…?” His voice is a little hoarse. His gaze trails down to the press pass hanging from your neck, and he cracks a wry smile. “Y’know, when I told you write a story on me, this isn’t really what I had in mind.”

So much relief floods you at once that you think you might actually start crying. “Jesus,” you croak out, and the smile drops from his face.

“I’m okay,” he says quickly. “Just—got the wind knocked out of me, but it’s fine. Skipper—”

You lurch forward and wrap your arms around him before he can finish, needing to feel him breathing, his heart beating. You also hear his breath hitch as he winces, and you pull back in alarm. “Shit, I’m sorry, what—”

“It’s okay,” he says. “Just sore. I’m fine. Really.” He leans back against the tree. “Airbags.”

You slump back against the tree too, deflated as the limp airbags in the ruined car. “You guys okay?” you ask as the others, done with their statements, turn toward you.

“Yeah,” Kirara says, but Megumi shakes his head and points to Yuji, who’s nodding even while cradling his wrist to his chest.

“It’s fine,” Yuji insists, and Megumi looks at him, incredibly unimpressed. “Well, it’s not broken, I can move it.”

“That doesn’t mean it’s okay,” Megumi says flatly. And you look at him, his expression so familiar, and abruptly realize you’re supposed to be writing a brief.

“Shit,” you mutter, pulling out your phone. “I’m working for your sister right now. I gotta…” You point to the phone. Megumi winces but nods, and Tsumiki picks up on the first ring.

“Hey! Done already? You find Yoshino okay? He said he—”

“Uh, no,” you say sheepishly. “Actually, I—uh, okay, everyone’s fine, but Megumi’s here. If I—”

“Slow down!” Tsumiki blurts. “What? Shit. Frick. Where’s Gumi? Can you put him on the phone?”

You wordlessly hand your phone to Megumi, who’s looking more pained at the concept of talking to his sister about this than the accident itself.

A few cars pull up—a white one screeching to a stop that really should not have been going so fast in front of a bunch of police officers, and then a darker gray one that arrives smoothly after, neatly pulling up against the curb. Gojo practically launches himself out of the first car, looking around until his gaze locks on Megumi, who hangs up the phone with a quiet okay, thanks and then immediately groans upon seeing Gojo there. Nanami and Shoko get out of the second car much less dramatically and trail after Gojo to the cluster of you by the tree.

“Megumi!” Gojo calls as he jogs over. “You okay?”

“Fine,” Megumi grumbles, trying and failing to brush Gojo off. “Where’d you come from? Don’t you have work?”

“Geto and Utahime are closing down,” Gojo says with a shrug. “We heard and came as fast as we could. Figured I’d bring our resident doc. Or Nanami would, since she wouldn’t ride with me,” he says loudly so Shoko can hear. She just rolls her eyes.

Megumi tosses you your phone and says, “Forget the brief, you’re good.” You nod, pushing to your feet and offering a hand to Takuma.

“We,” Gojo says, placing one hand on Megumi’s head and the other on Yuji’s, “are going to the ER.” You expect Megumi to object, but it’s Yuji who tries to wave Gojo off. Except he tries to physically wave him off with his bad wrist and immediately grimaces. Megumi swats him on the shoulder and gives him a serious look that says we’re going, don’t argue. You figure Tsumiki will probably meet them there.

Shoko stops to talk to Kirara a short distance away, and Nanami keeps walking, making a beeline for Takuma—and by extension, you. It doesn’t escape your notice that the second he’s within range, some of the tension in Takuma’s body seems to vanish, seeping out of him and into the grass, like the tree’s roots are taking it on for him.

Nanami’s usually immaculate hair is a little disheveled, like he ran his fingers through it. Without his usual glasses on, he looks a lot less daunting, a lot more personable. The worry in his expression is well concealed but very much present.

“Ino,” he says. “What happened? Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” Takuma says unconvincingly. “Fine. Just—yeah. Drunk driver, you know…” He scratches at the back of his neck, and this time you don’t check yourself. You reach up and grab his hand, slotting your fingers between his. He shoots you a grateful look before turning back to Nanami. “I’m okay. Really. Thanks for… um…”

“Of course,” Nanami says before Takuma can say anything more. You release his hand so he can step forward. You’ve never seen Nanami hug anyone before, but apparently there’s a first time for everything.

“You’re not going with Gojo?” he asks when he pulls back, hands planted on Takuma’s shoulders. It feels very paternal. You’re not sure you should be listening in.

“Nah, I’m okay.”

“I’d feel a lot better if you got checked over,” he says, his voice firm but not unkind. “Would you let Shoko look at you, at least?” You’re relieved when Takuma nods, letting Shoko pull him away.

Gojo leads Yuji and Megumi past you, back to his car, and Yuji stops to whisper, “Never fear, Skip, the drum set was not in the car.”

“Oh my god,” you say. “Yuji. I’m more worried about you than the drums.”

“Aw, Skip!” he says happily. “That’s nice.” You roll your eyes but can’t keep the fond smile off your face, and you know Megumi’s probably doing the same thing, though you can only see the back of his head as he follows Gojo. Yuji bounds off after them, still cradling his wrist to his chest but seeming very unconcerned about the whole ordeal.

Yet another screech of tires alerts you to a truck appearing from the other end of the street. Hakari doesn’t even bother to shut it off, jumping out and leaving the door hanging open.

“Kira!” he shouts, pushing past the remaining officers. “Kirara!”

“Over here!” Kirara calls, thanking Shoko and weaving around the slowly diminishing crowd. Someone’s already showed up to tow Naoya’s car, and another truck probably isn’t far behind. Kirara gets swept up in Hakari’s arms, her trying to reassure him she’s fine, and you find yourself left alone with Nanami. He studies you openly, keen eyes and a calm, very slight smile on his face.

“I don’t think we’ve met, officially,” you say sheepishly. “I’m Skipper.”

“Kento,” he says, holding out a hand. You shake it and feel abruptly like you’re talking to a business executive. As Shoko looks Takuma over on the other side of the big tree, Nanami—Kento—lowers his voice a bit and says, “Ino’s told me all about you.”

The heat rises unbidden to your cheeks, and you hope the evening dimness hides it. He talks about you? To Nanami? You aren’t really sure how to respond to that, but luckily, Kento spares you the trouble. “Look out for him tonight, will you?” You can tell from the tone that he’s testing the waters, trying to determine how much you know about his dad.

Hopefully the message gets across when your gaze drifts back to Takuma over Kento’s shoulder and you say, “I plan on it.”

“He’s alright,” Shoko announces, and Takuma appears at your side again. “Nothing a good night’s sleep won’t fix.” Something loosens in your chest at the words, something that tied itself into knots the second you saw Yuji’s car and hasn’t let up since.

“Hey,” Hakari calls, he and Kirara approaching hand in hand. “You guys good?”

Takuma nods, and you shrug. “Wasn’t in the car.”

“We’re gonna head back to Kirara’s. You want a lift?”

Takuma glances at Kento, and you feel the truth of his words that day on the roof, about Nanami being the closest thing he has to a father.

“Go home, kid,” he says. “Sleep it off. Call me if you need anything.”

“Thanks,” Takuma says, like a breath of relief. He looks exhausted. But he’s here in one piece, and that’s what matters. Your fingers brush his as you walk back to Hakari’s truck. It’s a quiet ride, a short one, your board on your lap and your press pass still dangling from your neck.

“Oh, Skipper,” Hakari says when he turns onto your street. “Your house over here? Or are you coming to theirs?”

You glance at Takuma, but before either of you can say anything, Kirara says, “She’s comin’ over.” She catches your gaze in the rearview mirror with a knowing look and you manage a weak smile. You can’t imagine letting Takuma out of your sight right now, honestly.

The dogs are there the second Kirara opens the door, and Takuma practically falls into them, burying his face in their fur as they nuzzle up against him. Shiro turns to you after saying hi to the others and noses at your palm until you scratch her behind the ears.

“Hi, sweetie,” you murmur. “Good girl.”

Kirara nudges you with her shoulder as she brushes by, glancing down at Takuma and then back at you. You nod. I got him. She offers you a small smile before she and Hakari disappear around the corner.

“C’mon,” you murmur, tapping Takuma on the shoulder. He nods, pushing to his feet and patting each dog on the head one more time. You follow him upstairs, feeling a little out of your depth. After all, he’s not the one who decided you were staying.

When you’re both standing in his room, you shift on your feet a little, wondering how to word it. “If you want some space—”

“No,” he blurts, unexpectedly loud, and then his cheeks go a little red, sheepish. “I mean—uh. I could… use the company. If you don’t mind. You don’t have to stay, obviously, just—”

“Kuma.” You laugh a little, watching him freeze, glance up at you mid-ramble. “I would love to stay.”

“Oh.” He grins. “Cool. Okay. Um.” He turns around and grabs a pair of sweats and a tee from his dresser, then holds them out to you. “If you want…? Or I can ask Kirara, I’m sure she’d let you borrow something, or obviously you live right down the street or—”

Something about the idea of wearing his clothes makes you go a little warm all over, and you accept them without hesitating, cutting off his rambling. “Thanks.”

“I’m gonna…” He jerks his thumb toward the door. You don’t know if he’s just giving you the space to change or going to shower or what, but you nod, waiting until the door clicks shut behind him to tug on the sweats and shirt. The shirt is huge on you, one shoulder sliding off, a fading logo of some music festival on the front. You sit on the edge of Takuma’s bed, tucking your knees under you, and then your phone rings. Tsumiki.

“Hey,” you say, pressing it to your ear. “They’re okay?”

“Yeah, Yuji sprained his wrist but nothing else. Pretty minor, all things considered,” she reports. “They’re on their way back to the house.”

“Good,” you breathe, the relief evident in your voice. “Thanks. Do you… are you sure about the brief?”

Tsumiki chuckles. “Hey, not your job to worry about the press tonight.”

“I can still try to… write it,” you say half-heartedly, dreading the thought of it. “I mean, I saw the scene and…”

“Don’t even worry about it. Genuinely,” she says. “You and I both know that’s a conflict of interest.” You huff a weak laugh. What an understatement. “More importantly, you sound exhausted and I’m sure that whole thing stressed you out. Listen, the photog I had on it wanted to break into writing anyway. No time like the present.”

You immediately feel even worse, because your photographer was probably looking for you at the scene and you just left him hanging.

“Stop,” Tsumiki says, like she can read your mind through the phone. “He handled it well. It’s fine, Skipper. Get some rest.”

“Thanks,” you murmur, but she’s already gone. You shoot a quick text to the group chat explaining what happened, that everyone’s fine, and that you probably won’t be home tonight. Takuma doesn��t want to be alone, and honestly, you don’t know if you could leave him if you tried.

It doesn’t take long for the texts to start pouring in.

utah: let us know if any of you need anything!! maki: keep us posted and tell megumi to answer his dumb phone nobara: WHAT nobara: OH MY GOD???? nobara: well i’m glad everyone’s okay nobara: christ freak no. 1: alsjkfq qEQht

You frown at the keysmash, wondering if Toge dropped his phone or actually just doesn’t know how to communicate like a normal person.

you: ??? freak no. 1: sorry SOMEONE TOOK MY PHONE,,,, utah: because SOMEONE DOESN’T KNOW WHEN IT’S AN APPROPRIATE TIME TO SEND MEMES, TOGE maki: nvm he picked up maki: go to sleep, skipper, we can talk tomorrow

Toge texts you privately thirty seconds later. It’s the meme of Gru laying out his evil plan and then realizing it’s a horrible idea. The first frame says answer the phone, the second says get the breaking news like a baddie journalist, and the last frames say realize you know everyone at the scene of the crime. You laugh out loud. Toge knows you. He knows you needed this. He wouldn’t have sent it if he didn’t think it’d cheer you up.

A half-second later, another image comes in, but it’s just a picture of Nobara with her hands clasped together in front of her mouth, speechless and absolutely thrilled. The full image shows her swooning over a little puppy, but you long ago cropped it and started using it as a reaction image in your chats.

freak no. 1: me when ur okay :)

“Aw,” you murmur. Toge can be sweet sometimes. You start texting back, but then another message comes in and you backspace immediately.

freak no. 1: me when ur spending the night with your boyfie :) you: i was gonna say thanks but then you kept going freak no. 1: me when she texts back :) you: goodnIGHT TOGE freak no. 1: me when she goodnight texts :)

Takuma knocks softly on the door before cracking it open, waiting for you to give him the green light before coming in. He’s changed into his own pair of sweats, and his hair is ruffled and wild around his face. “Hey.”

“Hi.” You toss your phone on the bedside table and scoot over to make room. “You okay?”

He sits cross-legged on the bed, and you turn to face him. “Think so,” he says. “Just… felt like I was back there for a minute.” His eyes go distant just for a moment, and your heart twists in your chest. You scoot forward, knees bumping against his.

“Glad you’re okay,” you murmur, and it doesn’t feel like enough, but he gives you that soft, open look that makes you feel like you could say anything at all and he’d treasure it.

“Glad it was you and not some rando reporter.”

You grin, holding a fist out to Takuma like it’s a microphone. “How do you rate Skipper’s hug on a scale of one to ten?”

He leans forward, playing along. “Uh, you know, it was so long ago I might not have a really accurate rating. I would have to probably hug her again—”

You don’t let him finish, surging forward and wrapping your arms around him, tackling him down onto the bed in a fit of laughter. Caught off-guard, he has no defense, and after a startled moment his arms snake around your waist, and you lie there, looking at each other with barely-restrained grins.

“Well, that one was pretty good,” he murmurs. “Nine, I think.”

You gape at him. “Nine?”

Another smile dances across his lips, and you suddenly really want to kiss him.

“Guess you’ll just have to keep trying.” He shrugs innocently, and then tries and fails to stifle a yawn, which makes you yawn in turn. It’s late, night having draped itself over the city hours ago, and the effects of barely snatching hours of sleep all week are finally creeping up on you, weighing you down.

“Go to sleep,” you tell Takuma, grabbing a blanket from where it’s been wedged between the bed and the wall and shoving it toward him.

“You go to sleep.”

“Bossy.”

But he shakes the blanket out and lets it fall over both of you, trapping your warmth beneath it, and sleep feels very, very appealing.

You think about the paralyzing, all-consuming fear that took hold of you when you saw the car. The thought of anything happening to him—you actually can’t even fathom it. And you think about what that means, and that you’ve only known this boy for a month, but you feel like your heart beats on the same channel as his.

Geto’s words play themselves over and over in your head, Maki’s mixing themselves in until you have a chorus of phrases bouncing around like pinballs.

Your heart is not a finite thing.

You already know.

The question isn’t if he likes you, or if you like him. It’s whether you’re gonna let it play out or shut it down before it has a chance to.

If you’ve got something, love it while you have it.

Geto was right. You don’t know how long you’ll have this for, have him for. But you better make the most of it while you do.

But Takuma’s eyes are already closing, his arm slung over your waist, seeking your warmth, your comfort. He looks exhausted, shaken. These aren’t conversations for tonight. Tonight, you just hold him, and feel his breath against your neck, and revel in the fact that he’s okay.

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a/n: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, TEAM. i've fallen into another anime hyperfixation (blue lock) and it's killing me slowly. one part left of this fic !!

[hp-hcs]

movie night! OH SHIT THERE’S A DOLL (Chapter Two of The Doll) — slytherin boys x gn! ‘the boy’ (2016)! reader

Requests: open

tws: dolls, obviously; reader referred to as ‘it’ (presumed inanimate); mentions of past child character death(s); mentions of a house fire—implied arson; violence; & murder

based entirely off of the 2016 film ‘the boy’. that fucking doll istg

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The boys all stand still for a moment, quiet and unnerved. A sudden clap of thunder startles them all, Theodore swearing loudly.

“Nope, that’s it. I’m just gonna suck it up and enjoy Azkaban, who’s coming with?”

“Me,” comes a chorus of Draco, Blaise, and Enzo’s voices.

Mattheo rolls his eyes and scoffs again, stepping over to the coatrack in the foyer and pulling Draco’s jacket down before tossing it over the doll. “Sorry, Y/N. You just freak these idiots out.”

The boys immediately erupt into bickering, spluttering and insisting that they weren’t afraid of a silly little doll, thank you very much. Mattheo just rolls his eyes again and claps Blaise on the shoulder.

“Shut up, all of you. Ignore the damn doll. I say we watch a movie or something, yeah?”

“Anything but horror,” Theo pleads.

“Aw, no Child’s Play for scawed wittle Theo?” Draco mocks, bursting into laughter when Theodore smacks his arm and calls him a git.

The boys all tromp into the living room arguing over film options, the creepy doll long forgotten. After deciding on the rather safe choice of Mean Girls (Draco’s pick, not theirs), they all pile onto the floor in front of the TV and surround themselves with blankets. While in the middle of laughing and hitting each other with throw pillows while the previews roll, Enzo suddenly curses and smacks his forehead.

“I left the damn popcorn in the kitchen,” he sighs, being met with jeers and oh, come on!s.

“Who’s gonna go get it?” Theodore asks, his tone of voice making it obvious that he would not be the one retrieving the snack, end of discussion.

All of the boys rush to touch their noses, shouting not it!.

“Ooh, Blaise! You get to!” Draco says in an infuriating singsong tone.

Blaise flips off his friends, getting to his feet with a sighed “I hate you all.”

He leaves the safety of the inviting, lively living room and heads down the dim and narrow hallway, lit only by spluttering oil lamps. He pauses for a moment when he passes by a huge commissioned painting of the L/Ns and Y/N.

Not the doll. A real child.

Blaise shivers.

He makes it to the kitchen, sighing in relief once he steps into the well-lit space. He snatches up the bag of popcorn that sits forgotten on the kitchen counter with a self-deprecating laugh, shaking his head at his own silly fear of a stupid doll.

He stops laughing when a few popcorn kernels fall out of the bag onto the counter.

“Hey!” he calls, peeking his head out of the kitchen and down the hall. “Who opened the popcorn already? I thought we agreed to save it for the movie!”

Blaise could hear an indistinct conversation coming from the parlor before Draco’s voice calls back, “None of us did! You sure you didn’t do it and just forget?”

Blaise’s brow furrowed.

He knew for a fact that he hadn’t.

Stepping down the hall, bag in hand, he calls out again. “I’m sure!”

He freezes a few steps away from the parlor’s doorway.

Y/N is uncovered.

Draco’s coat is hung up on the coatrack.

Y/N’s head is turned towards Blaise, in the direction of the kitchen.

Blaise drops the bag of popcorn.

“Aw, hell no. Fuck this shit, I’m out.”

~~~ Chapter Three <3

[merlucide]

Crossdresser x BLLK pt3

notes: I’m bouta go ham y’all istg.

warning: Y/N is female, cursing, cringe lol

pt1 pt2 pt3 pt4

The match started and pretty much right off the bat Team V’s Nagi scored a goal.

Nagi then scored another goal just as impressive as the last. Then Zantetsu scored one after him. 

Everyone’s hope for this match died. How could anyone score against these genius’s?

Y/Ns future relied on this match, and they were gonna loose.

Bachira quickly dashed through the field and scored an unexpected goal. 

If Bachira could score a goal against Team V, Y/N totally could too.

She regained her confidence and was ready for what came next.

She was able to stop the ball from getting passed to Zantestu and was able to pass to Kunigami who then was able to make a goal. 

The score was now 3-2, Y/N was pumped that she had a chance at winning- and also she impacted the game with her cool pass.

(Y/Ns gonna steal Chigiri’s goal mkay, he has a goal already🙄) 

Y/N was guarding another player on Team V around the halfway line. Chigiri was cornered with the ball by Zantetsu and another player, if he shot itd be blocked.

Chigiri passed to Bachira but the ball had spin and the ball was kicked higher than expected. The ball was headed into a part were no one was guarding, Reo was running towards the ball.

Y/N was close enough that should could catch it.

Even though the ball was high, she wasn't worried because she's was confident in her flexibility and strong legs. With a quick move, she lifted her leg high up and kicked the ball. Her kick was strong and precise that the ball flew straight into the goal. 

The score was now tied a 3-3 and Y/N was fucking pumped. 

She finally scored a goal, she finally showed her value. She did it.

Team Z was so close winning, that means she could keep playing soccer. 

Everyone was ecstatic at Y/N super goal and was ready to win this match.

Only 15 minutes left in the game Zantetsu started it off with a pass to Reo.

Reo then passed to Nagi and he made goal right off the bat. 

Next start off Kunigami made another goal and the game was back to a tie. 

It was a 50/50 chance now.

There were so many missed goals and saves until Isagi finally made the final goal.

The game finished at 4-5.

They did it, they made it through first selection. Y/N showed her value, she did it.

Y/N jumped and screamed with her teammates at the incredible victory. They all worked so hard and it all paid off. 

In Y/N opinion, this victory meal was the best one yet. She was so proud of her contribution and her team.

She then passed out on the floor from exhaustion with her teammates.

Next morning Ego called in to tell everyone some news

Apparently Y/N and the others aren’t headed to 2nd selection right away and have to have endurance train for a while. 

She couldn’t lie, she was pretty pissed. Training really sucked

10 days of training, oh boy.

Started off fine, same as last time, but then quickly felt like the world was on fire and she was gonna die.

Y/N felt like was gonna puke she did

Before Y/N came to blue lock she was toned, now she looks like she could kill someone with her bare hands. She’s rather impressed with her physique, felt like a MMA fighter heh.  (FIRST SELECTION IS OVER)

Ayeee we did it- uh that all I have rn.. comeback for pt4 ? 😅 EDIT: NEXT PART!!!

made March 6 2024

[b1gg1e-2]

RAHGG I PROMISE I AM ALIVE, I AM SO INCREDIBLY BUSY, I HAVE FINALS LIKE LITERALLY NEXT WEEK AND I NEED TO TEACH MYSELF A WHOLE BIOLOGY UNIT BECAUSE I WAS NOT AT ALL LOCKED IN. I ALSO FORGOR MY DICORB LOGIN AND MY LAPTOP KILLED ITSELF, ISTG I’M CURSED. I’LL BE ONLINE SOON I PROMISE. THIS IS TO ALL MY MUTUALS WHO FUCKING KNOW WHAT ALL THIS BS MEANS. SAVE ME FROM THE EDUCATION SYSTEM, I NEED A FUCKING BREAK. 💀💀

[crime-wives]

ouat 1x01 thoughts

god regina, you dramatic bitch. “I shall destroy your happiness if it is the last thing I do” ok darling, you can destroy me if you’d like

henry is so small, his tiny cheeks awww

not to be gay but… emma swan in the pink dress. fuck. i forgot how attracted to her i was. and the HAIR, the fucking princess curls. jesus christ her ARMS.

“bail bonds-person” i love her

yesss bitch, strut across the street like you own it. absolute icon behavior, slamming that asshole’s face into the steering wheel.

babe you’re so sad and pathetic with your vanilla cupcake. i bet she wished for family.

not her apartment door saying ‘cast a spell’

“My name’s Henry, and i’m your son” agevgsvegw STOP

her having a panic attack in the bathroom, so real.

once again, her ARMS, i want her so bad

henry’s cute little freckles, i can’t do this.

idgaf abt snow and charming “She poisoned an apple because she thought I was prettier than her” shut up bitch, you know that’s not why

“Oh kid, you’ve got problems” emma swan, insulting children since 1983

ok but the fact that they chose the name ‘emma’ in a fairytale world, lmao

evil queen theme song playing as they enter storybrooke

emma swan wearing the most dyke outfit possible. getting ready to impress milfs

not that there’s any significance, but emma’s license plate is: 836•M4X

snow and charming are so annoying istg

ewww the blue fairy, i hate that bitch (derogatory)

regina running towards henry and wrapping him up in a hug. her eyes are wet. good lord, her first reaction is concern and worry, not anger.

“I found my real mom” my HEART. her face after he said that, so stricken and hurt, baby…

emma’s little flustered, ‘hi’ when talking to a gorgeous milf. ok babe, we get it, you’re gay.

graham leaving bc of emma and regina’s immediate sexual tension. and regina’s eyes roving over emma.

first ‘Miss Swan’ of the show at exactly 21:00 minutes.

emma swan is so desperate to impress regina. it’d be funny if it wasn’t so pathetic (affectionate)

“Sneaky bastard” once again, emma swan insulting children since 1983

crashing into the storybrooke sign like the absolute icon she is

the cgi 💀💀

yay!! curse time :)

emma waking up in a jail cell. she just does not give a fuck about this shit.

her lips parting when she she’s regina, ok babe, she’s hot we get it

LIP SCAR

god mary-margaret pisses me off

go regina, knock over mary-margaret’s shit, absolute queen

“She’s kinda a hardass” yes but that turns you on, doesn’t it?

gina’s so hot when she’s evil

putting a newborn through the wardrobe to save themselves, a+ parenting

henry mills, once again, the most mature one in a situation “You don’t have to be hostile. You like me, I can tell. You’re just pushing me away because I make you feel guilty.”

“I wanted you to have your best chance. But it’s not with me. C’mon, let’s go.” go emma! be the mature adult i know you can be

petition to get emma swan a therapist so she can deal with all her issues (trust me, she’s got a lot of them)

“Look, your mom is trying her best. I know it’s hard, and I know sometimes you think she doesn’t love you, but at least she wants you.” emma swan, standing up for regina mills since the moment they met

mmm regina’s voice is so hot.

her unhinged laughter, i love her so much

“Where are we going?” “Somewhere horrible, absolutely horrible” takes them to maine

emma swan is so fucking desperate for regina’s approval. she wished to not be alone on her birthday, baby…

second ‘Miss Swan’ of the show at 38:43 (i will be keeping count of all of them :D)

regina fidgeting with her blazer pockets, she’s so anxious

first “He’s my son” at 39:01 minutes

“I will destroy you if it is the last thing I do” babe, it’s kinda gay to have a nemesis, just saying

third ‘Miss Swan’ of the show at 39:32

baby… gina is coming apart at the seems

god, not to be gay, but regina’s HANDS at 40:27 agevvegse

emma’s only staying because of regina’s provocations. she wouldn’t have stayed for henry.

gold is so icky.

she’s staying a *only* a week, sure babe, sure.

also side note, i forgot how good the coloring was in ouat. like its very faded, maybe indicative of storybrooke being stuck in the past???

[writingmochi]

! "untitled #3: writer's edition" tag game !

credits to that anon who gave an ask on @/fairyofshampgyu's blog + idk what to name it so i just do that instead lmao

rules: write your favorite thing you’ve written, the least favorite, and one you think deserved more hype! then also post a screenshot of your recently saved on pinterest (just so it looks pretty)

tagged by: smiles @boba-beom! you've been posting so much more fics i haven't keep up yet :") but thanks for tagging me! this is fun!

another episode of lissie, the breaker of the chain. also warning: profanity, i will fucking curse + don't mind me expanding it. still creds to that anon though. i freaking adore you for asking that

part 1. favorite work(s) i've written (aka @/writingmochi staple and a must-read for people who finds my blog for the first time [welcome, new followers! hope you enjoy them!]):

crossroads, a enhypen jay one-shot

still is the proudest fic i've ever written. very studio ghibli (according to @/jeongwins) and also very movie-like. @/orochxi melodramas got me in the feels to write this but this is more wholesome that viv's memento mori-coded fics lmao... fun fact: this is almost a nct chenle fic inspired by parasite (2019) hence the fish-out-of-water scenario

troubled pixies, a txt taehyun one-shot two-shot

definitely my favorite character-building-wise. the fact that i have to figure out not only mc + taehyun but also the sisters, their partners, and the sisters' parents' characteristics here is so complicated yet fun, especially how intricate it is. also currently my longest one-shot i've written (52k) that tumblr hates it so much, it has to be divided into two :") (also, this is one of @/boba-beom's fav fics. i've successfully infected her with 80s/90s songs hehehe) + istg mc here is a definite lux lisbon if she live in 90s instead of the 70s, complete with the chainsmoking and her taste in 90s alt songs

time wave, a txt yeonjun series

now, this is my favorite world-building-wise. i made haeyang this intricate place and setting with its supernatural aspect only some people get (you will know when you read). before writing this, i know i had to make a life is strange (2013) inspired au because it is one of my favorite story-based games of all time. and i’m proud that it kinda becomes its own self especially with my own twists on it. hope you are ready because the [redacted] spin-off will be posted around october! fun fact: this was supposed to be written for stray kids han

part 2. least favorite work i've written:

a story of two broken hearts, a enhypen jake series

i am still proud of this even though it is my least favorite!!!! why, you ask? because this is the first building block of my blog as a whole which is then continue with time wave's chapters as i honed my writing skill. it is the shortest one-shot currently (at 9k though which is still considered long-fic) but you could definitely sense my style even with that. and i don't wanna change it any other way... :]

part 3. work(s) that deserve more hype:

smirch, a txt and enhypen series

I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD! THIS IS ALSO ONE OF MY FAV FIC TO WORLD-BUILD AND I'M SO SAD THIS DOESN'T DESERVE MORE HYPE ABOUT IT! i made a social media au style of the characters' intro/profile and i also allow you guys to talk to them if you want and help with the world-building. please make their world grow so it can also motivate me to write this series! + this is a naughty teen series but not euphoria-esque, if you like skins uk especially gen 1 with tony, cassie, and a little bit of effy, please consider reading this :")

isobel, a txt soobin one-shot

this deserves more hype because tumblr let me down by not putting it in the tags aaaaaaaaaaaaa i re-post this 10 fucking times istg and ughhhh D: D: if you like magical realism or any of the genres written at the top, please consider reading it too

pizzeria run, a enhypen sunoo one-shot

the more time this fic is available on my blog, i have accumulated a few thoughts: (1) enhablr peeps are horny and like smut more than any other creative writing genre; (2) enhablr peeps don't read sunoo fics like they read heeseung/sunghoon/jungwon/niki's; and (3) enhablr peeps don't like anything except for romance. and that is sad to me because there are so many writers who write any topic other than romance or smut that is as great. so, if you want something different or if you like horror, do consider reading this one :D

part 4. recently saved pins on pinterest:

all of them are smirch post-episode updates! since the last entry is jay's, most of them are what happened to jay and mc after jay's episode (and one for heeseung's post-episode update). more pins will come soon as i make my moodboard for a few of my fics public!

tagging: my fellow writer mutuals @orochxi @impuritywritings @tyunlatte @heart2beom, my favorite seonghwa ateez writer @tenelkadjowrites and any other writers who want to join!

p.s. if someone tags me this tag game again when i've posted ateez fics, I'll definitely include one of them in here!

[goose-duck]

Mandela Catalogue Texting 👁️

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✨Jonah and Adam✨

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🌙Adam: we have no power

☀️ Jonah: why

☀️Jonah: what

🌙 Adam: the power is out

☀️ Jonah: ehy

☀️ Jonah: why

🌙Adam: they are working on the lines

☀️Jonah: why

🌙Adam: I don't know

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☀️ Jonah: is it day 7?

☀️ Jonah: or day 3

☀️ Jonah: it's the same day

☀️ Jonah: it's one of them

🌙 Adam: 7

☀️ Jonah: thank you

🌙 Adam: I only count the first 4 days

☀️ Jonah: I had to think harder abt that than I would have liked

🌙 Adam: haha

☀️ Jonah: Well, that makes sense, it just repeats

☀️ Jonah: I don't know why they even give us 8 days

🌙 Adam: yeah

🌙 Adam: knowing the days repeat it's weird

☀️ Jonah: maybe it's for fun

☀️ Jonah: maybe 8 is someone's lucky number

🌙 Adam: maybe

☀️ Jonah: I just tripped up the stairs, I'm so proud of myself

🌙 Adam: ahaha

☀️ Jonah: I feel like my shoes are loud

☀️ Jonah: it's very quiet

☀️ Jonah: it's weird when the school is quiet

~~~~~~

✨Evelin and Sarah✨

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💕 Evelin: Sorry I haven't answered ur messages today, I've been in Halifax

💕 Evelin: I'm very happy for you though <33

💕 Evelin: tell me abt ur boyfriend :D

🍓 Sarah: :33

🍓 Sarah: his name's Crow

🍓 Sarah: he's like a year younger than me

🍓 Sarah: but he's super sweet

🍓 Sarah: and like gives off soft boyfriend enrergy

💕 Evelin: Yayayayayay

💕 Evelin: I'm happy ur happy :D

💕 Evelin: y'all know eachother in person?

💕 Evelin: Crow is such a cool name

💕 Evelin: it's a name one could eat

💕 Evelin: soft bit energy is such a vibe

🍓 Sarah: he's from Canada

🍓 Sarah: VERYONENI LOVE IS FROM CANADASA

🍓 Sarah: GOD SAVE THE QUEEREN

💕 Evelin: SARAHHHH

💕 Evelin: UR CURSED

💕 Evelin: AT LEAST YOU KNOW CAMADIANS ARE LOVEABLE

💕 Evelin: I'm happy you have Crow but it's very funny that he's Canadian

💕 Evelin: what part of Canada?

🍓 Sarah: I think New Brunswick

💕 Evelin: :0

💕 Evelin: that's really close to NS

💕 Evelin: the school I wanna go to is in NB

💕 Evelin: u rlly like ppl from the south shore lol

💕 Evelin: must be the accent

🍓 Sarah: I think it is

🍓 Sarah: I heard his accent and I just knew

🍓 Sarah: but idk if it's Canadian

💕 Evelin: Sorry to just complain randomly, but I've been in this vehicle for an hour and I need to tell someone abt this lady's terrible driving

💕 Evelin: She keeps almost driving off the road 😭

💕 Evelin: She's barely making the turns

💕 Evelin: I'm just scared

💕 Evelin: Anyway, I'm very happy that u and Crow are together :D I hope y'all are very happy for a very long time, maybe even forever >:D

🍓 Sarah: that's scary

🍓 Sarah: and yes

🍓 Sarah: hes a total husbando

💕 Evelin: OMG THIS LADY JUST HIT A TRAFFIC COND

💕 Evelin: cone

💕 Evelin: FUCKKKK

💕 Evelin: SHE CANT DRIVE

🍓 Sarah: bruh

💕 Evelin: SAVE ME

🍓 Sarah: YOU DRIVE

💕 Evelin: I MIGHT

🍓 Sarah: get her her driving glasses

💕 Evelin: She slowed down, we're doing the speed limit now

💕 Evelin: SHE WAS 50 OVER THE SPEED LIMIT AND JUST NOW REALIZED

💕 Evelin: OLD LADY IS XRAZY

💕 Evelin: MAYBE SHE DOES NEED GLASSES

🍓 Sarah: what's that in miles

💕 Evelin: OR TO BE PUT IN AN OLD PPL HOME

💕 Evelin: 150 m/hr

💕 Evelin: I think

💕 Evelin: I don't have internet, so I'm doing my best

💕 Evelin: She's supposed to be dropping this old lady off somewhere b4 me bc it's on the way to Milton and she passed it 😭

💕 Evelin: "oh, there's Dansville" *keeps driving* "oh, right, we needed to go there" *does a fucking U-turn on the highway*

🍓 Sarah: oh my

💕 Evelin: I hope she actually makes it to Milton

💕 Evelin: Never trust a Canadian mf with a French accent istg

💕 Evelin: French Canadians are insane, I swear

💕 Evelin: Our asses are not making it to Milton

🍓 Sarah: lol

🍓 Sarah: be safe pls

💕 Evelin: I'll message u when I get home so u know I'm not dead lol

💕 Evelin: I'm gonna try to have a nap

🍓 Sarah: ok good

🍓 Sarah: Au revoir

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💕 Evelin: I'm home :D

🍓 Sarah: ok good

💕 Evelin: I'm gonna have a bath and try to relax

💕 Evelin: Should I have a bubble bath or a normal bath?

🍓 Sarah: Mmmmbubbles

💕: it's gonna be the best bubble bath ever

🍓 Sarah: u enjoy it

💕 Evelin: Merci très cher

🍓 Sarah: ?

💕 Evelin: Je t'aime, Salutttt <33

🍓 Sarah: <3

~~~~~~

✨Jonah and Adam✨

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☀️ Jonah: I can't fucking see

☀️ Jonah: fucking

☀️ Jonah: Aahdbsks

☀️ Jonah: Sorry I was not happy eafukng

☀️ Jonah: Earkk

☀️ Jonah: worss

☀️ Jonah: help

🌙 Adam: huh

☀️ Jonah: I'm fucked

☀️ Jonah: fucking

☀️ Jonah: can't see

🌙 Adam: wdym

☀️ Jonah: can't look at shit

🌙 Adam: why

☀️ Jonah: fucking

🌙 Adam: are u ok?

☀️ Jonah: When the pictures send you'll see

🌙 Adam: why

🌙 Adam: are you high

☀️ Jonah: I can't see

☀️ Jonah: This ddudkc

☀️ Jonah: Sycj

☀️ Jonah: fuck

☀️ Jonah: Why CBA I wrote that but nkw workx

☀️ Jonah: Fuck j

☀️ Jonah: When will this he'll end

🌙 Adam: I dont understand bud

☀️ Jonah: I don't understand either

☀️ Jonah: I can't read

🌙 Adam: get better

☀️ Jonah: Instahrm

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[borathae]

Chapter 26

OMG TAE BABY BAY I AAAH STOOP KOOK JUNGKOOK SOTP

TAE NO U DONT DESERVE IT PLEASE U NEED TO BE AWAY FROM JOON THATS ALL U ARE BBETTER WITHOUT JIMIN(controlled) AND NAMJOON

HOLY FUCK YOONGI DADDY oh he stopped him with mind control? “never in my cursed life did I want to use this power again damn

OK NOW SAVE JIMIN MY BABY PLEASE I HATED HIM ALL THESE CHAPTERS ONLY TO LIKE HIM FOR 1 PARAGRAPH AND MF JUST DIES NAH UH WTF GET UR ASS UP NO U DONT GET TO DIE ON ME LIKE THAT

3000 YEARS??? BRO WTF wait dude is from the bc?? damn wtf omg i have so many stupid questions to ask him xd i will prepare a list and you can make yoongi answer

“You are one of them. The Creators, runs back to that old chapter hold on i just saw rippers have flesh dissolving acids in their gland that would make sense why kook's saliva burned her skin wait a sorcerer cursed some people and they are the creators?

STOP TALKING WHERE IS JAMAL NO NOT ASJH SHUT UP HE DIDNT

whats going on i cant handle shit wtf man this is hard why are my emotions actually emotioning on a book you are too good wow

wow he just casually broke his spine like a fucking twig my spine just shivered thank fucking you yoongi

Some are empty, but in some chained up corpses look back at you. um what the actual fuck? “Their eyes just moved!” you screech, stumbling back. “That’s because they are alive”, Yoongi answers dryly. WTF WTF ABORT MISSION WHAT THE FUCK GOES ON YALL THE POWER CHRIST COMPELS YOU ALLAHU AKBAR *calls all hindu gods and idk other gods damn i look like the girl hobi mentioned 😃

sibi are u ok my love? like is everything alright at home? do u get enough sleep? what are you eating? any nightmares?

yoongi wtf why are they being dehydrated like grapes? cant u idk do something else to them idk wtf

wow 7 people oof quite a lot, why cant he idk try more rehab-ish for them looks horrific, their actions are inhuman but it feels horrific knowing they will never get better and be able to leave

DAMN BABY I FUCKING LOVE YOU YOU ARE SO HOT MUAH dude could have just said he gave them chances cuz sorry it doesnt look cute enough to guess they got chances

“That was literally so badass what you just did. Girl I think I just got a boner, that was so hot”, Hoseok says. FR I GOT A LADY BONER

I’m a goddamn gluttonous Ripper I do this to redeem myself”, you mock his voice, PLS LAMO ISTG HE MUST HAVE HEARD IT AND DECIDED TO IGNORE IT HAHA

“Whatever, stop making sense and let us be angry”, you say. FR Hoseok lifts his hands, “I’m already quiet.” HAHA

“Don’t play knight in shining armour where you shouldn’t”, a dark voice cuts through the room. AAAAH WTF BYE HOBI IS RIGHT HE GIVES ME HEE JEE BIES

Hoseok and Seokjin hide behind you, wow every man for himself

WTF KOOK STILL CANT MOVE? YOONGI WHAT ARE U DOING LEAVE THE POOR BOY ALONE WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU ASSHOLE

“Princess wait”, he tries to grab for you, FUCK OFF

“Then at least I died trying.” queen for real

i get them cuz why would you want someone like him out in the streets and kill more emma/oc/victims

but they need to go after namjoon, after all if he is out, there will be more "jimin" and "taehyung"

TAE NO U DONT DESERVE IT PLEASE U NEED TO BE AWAY FROM JOON THATS ALL U ARE BBETTER WITHOUT JIMIN(controlled) AND NAMJOON

😭😭😭😭

HOLY FUCK YOONGI DADDY oh he stopped him with mind control? “never in my cursed life did I want to use this power again damn

lmaoaoo I love how you still find time to thirst jfadsj valid

OK NOW SAVE JIMIN MY BABY PLEASE I HATED HIM ALL THESE CHAPTERS ONLY TO LIKE HIM FOR 1 PARAGRAPH AND MF JUST DIES NAH UH WTF GET UR ASS UP NO U DONT GET TO DIE ON ME LIKE THAT

bestie...i might have news for you....

3000 YEARS??? BRO WTF wait dude is from the bc?? damn wtf omg i have so many stupid questions to ask him xd i will prepare a list and you can make yoongi answer

YES please do that <3 he'd pretend to hate it but would definitely take a lot of time to answer them <3

“You are one of them. The Creators, runs back to that old chapter hold on i just saw rippers have flesh dissolving acids in their gland that would make sense why kook's saliva burned her skin wait a sorcerer cursed some people and they are the creators?

I love watching people connect all the dots 😌

whats going on i cant handle shit wtf man this is hard why are my emotions actually emotioning on a book you are too good wow

*laughs in author*

wow he just casually broke his spine like a fucking twig my spine just shivered thank fucking you yoongi

like he is actually so scary if he wants to *sucks his dick*

*calls all hindu gods and idk other gods damn i look like the girl hobi mentioned 😃

lmaoaoao the fear is so valid fjasdjjf

sibi are u ok my love? like is everything alright at home? do u get enough sleep? what are you eating? any nightmares?

I am very fine actually 😃😃😃

yoongi wtf why are they being dehydrated like grapes? cant u idk do something else to them idk wtf

there will be answers to your question very soon 👀

DAMN BABY I FUCKING LOVE YOU YOU ARE SO HOT MUAH dude could have just said he gave them chances cuz sorry it doesnt look cute enough to guess they got chances

lmaoao babygirl changed her mind real fast (me)

“That was literally so badass what you just did. Girl I think I just got a boner, that was so hot”, Hoseok says. FR I GOT A LADY BONER

hahha love that for you and Hobi

I’m a goddamn gluttonous Ripper I do this to redeem myself”, you mock his voice, PLS LAMO ISTG HE MUST HAVE HEARD IT AND DECIDED TO IGNORE IT HAHA

oh 100%

“Don’t play knight in shining armour where you shouldn’t”, a dark voice cuts through the room. AAAAH WTF BYE HOBI IS RIGHT HE GIVES ME HEE JEE BIES

he is so scary *eats his ass*

Hoseok and Seokjin hide behind you, wow every man for himself

I HATE THEM 😭😭😭

WTF KOOK STILL CANT MOVE? YOONGI WHAT ARE U DOING LEAVE THE POOR BOY ALONE WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU ASSHOLE

LIKE SERIOUSLY LEAVE POOKIE ALONE 😡

“Princess wait”, he tries to grab for you, FUCK OFF

LIKE bro it's too late for that

but they need to go after namjoon, after all if he is out, there will be more "jimin" and "taehyung"

yes 100%

[reddie-ao3feed]

Rich &amp; Eds' Excellent Adventure

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/H2xJa06 by eddiesclown "What's cookin' good lookin'?" Nice save there, Trashmouth, now he just looks like he'll kill you.. though, that's probably better than him having a panic attack and no inhaler cause he burned it in some, fucking, ritual. ""What's cookin' good lookin'?"   ———— Or! I've got the silly voices in my head and this was birthed from it :) enjoy my madness! Words: 2607, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen, M/M, Multi Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Stanley Uris, Patty Uris, Bill Denbrough, Audra Phillips, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon, Pennywise (IT), Maturin | The Turtle Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak & Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, The Losers Club & The Losers Club (IT) Additional Tags: Time Travel, Getting Together, Pre-Relationship, Mid-Canon, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Deadlights (IT), Derry Curse (Stephen King), Derry (Stephen King), Richie Tozier is a Little Shit, Richie Tozier Has ADHD, Eddie Kaspbrak is a Mess, Eddie Kaspbrak is So Done, Eddie Kaspbrak & Richie Tozier Bickering, They're like an old married couple istg read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/H2xJa06

[makethemhoesmad]

OH HELL YES live react to the cursed ao3 p fic:

1. Young woman? Who wrote this, grandpa?

2. Is there another verb besides retrieve or that’s all they know?

3. Retrieve, swish, retrieve, swish - IM TIRED OF THIS GRANDPA 😭

4. A HEAD TALLER THAN HER is this mf 6’9” and he’s ONLY the equipment guy??

5. DAMN SHE REALLY WENT FOR IT HUH I’m dying 😭

6. Save me why did i do this 😭😭😭

7. Her knee… that is fucked up from an ACL… she’s gonna sink to it… on the hard fucking court… sure bud

8. So far of all the un-Paige like things she’s said the “oh yeah” at the manhood got me the most like 😭

9. BELL-END IS MY NEW FAVORITE TERM FOR TIP ISTG

10. “slurping whorishly” write this on my tombstone pls

11. Why are the sentences repeating? I feel like I’m reading the same exact paragraph over and over? Like fr

12. UNDER it? She nestles her face WHERE? Straight ppl r u all ok?

13. On the mf court gtfo pack it up and go home

14. NOT SNATCH IM BEGGING U

15. Not the “ah, ah’s” 😭

16. This dude hasn’t but P certainly has

17. I’m sorry, is she the point guard for the UConn Huskies? He hasn’t mentioned that before so I’m not sure…

18. Not the r-word, yall idk if i can finish this im struggling 😭

19. “Never had a guy do that before” no shit

20. What does it mean to roll one’s head back and forth?

21. How… how did the balls… get there? Do the straights not know how their own sex works?

22. LIKE REINS?! Jail. Immediately jail what the fuck

23. Not twat pls I’m tired 😭

24. Wait, that was actually good alliteration tho ngl

25. NOPE NOPE NOPE l*ve h*le

26. I died, dead i cannot

You ever read something so awful it makes you feel a million times better about yourself? That’s what this was. I- am at a loss

istg this was written by a virgin straighty

the moaning had me kmsing

[jcforsapphics]

Hsmtmts 4x06:

Why did no one bother to tell Ricky and Gina the play got cancelled they are literally the lead actors

"It was always just a high school musical" I can decide if that's sad and symbolic or cringe I really can't

Emmy is actually the best character this season I'm sorry

"Wait so you're single again?" Maddox. Baby girl.

Season one flashbacks omgg

Aww Ash and Kourt the fact they joined for eachother

MR MAZZARA WAS IN A BOY BAND??

I LOVE LOVE LOVE ALL THE FLASHBACKS TO SEASON ONE THIS IS MAKING ME EMOTIONAL

"And that was the day you named me" "and that was the day you saved me"

"Everytime I look at a cow, I think of you" Seb I don't think you're doing what you're think you're doing here

"I was once in a serious relationship" *collective gasp* "with a woman" *collective extra gasp* fr tho

SEB AND NATALIE???

Seb was in the wrestling team?? Did we know that??

THIRD CURSE WORD DROP?? AND IT'S RICKYY DESERVED!! My man would definitely curse so much if it wasn't a disney+ show

Gina laughing and then being like "I'm sorry, was that out loud?" Is just something I felt was worth mentioning

GINA LOOKING AT RICKY AFTER CARLOS TOLD SEB HE LOVES HIM I FEEL THE RINA LOVE CONFESSION COMING IT'S GONNA HAPPEN

SEASON ONE GINA OH HOW I HAVE MISSED YOU MY LOVE

"I already taught myself how to knit hats" we know!!

"Find something you like in this school, and try not to kill it"

RINA FIRST EVER INTERACTION HELLO?? THEY ARE EVERYTHING I-??

"Love is lame, idiot. That's why I avoid it." So there are some things you should know about your future gi

SKATER BOY AND INTIMIDATING GIRL

Ok so Gina saying Ricky intrigues her makes more sense now and I love it also totally understandable why this scene wasn't in the actual first episode because everyone would have caught on to them being love interests immediately

"You had a vibe. I had an instinct." THEY WERE ENDGAME SINCE DAY ONE

"I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you" "I could say the same" THEY'RE SO?? Also ms jen crying, she represents me

"All good things must come to an end" not high school musical the musical the series tho my silly little alphabet show will last forever hahaha!

Emmy solo!! Let's gooo

Ok I'm really liking her voice I better see this actress in other places soon

Ok where the fuck did all the students come from did they not leave the room

Why. Why is Ricky being called to the councillor office babygirl what did you do

HE GOT INTO COLLEGE MY BABY BOY GOT INTO COLLEGE

Y'all are not taking Gina away from me istg

[cat-mentality]

Ooh federation intervention isn't something I thought about, there are a lot of admins online today so I could see that!! I would love for them to bring him back changed somehow. That might be how Fits lore is going to go too - my guesses for Fit so far are either losing his memory and/or discovering that the source of his dreams lives on another island 👀 I think his lore is closely tied to the overall server changes that Quackity has been hinting towards for the new year. So maybe they'll fit forevers lore in with that somehow?? (And Pac... my poor guy 😭 the trauma never ends for him istg)

The 1/3 and 2/3 stream titles are gripping me!!! A three part arc signifies some type of conclusive ending to me and it's going to be SO good. I don't see him being freed either, unless there are radical changes this stream. It feels like too much of a downward spiral rn 😞💔

Enjoy your socializing today!!! I will be glued to the stream live to get the English translations from Pierre's mod 😭😭

Not to sound even more delusional but the Federation does have a history of messing up with cloning and people's memories so yeah I can think of them taking Mr President to be a test subject (again)

I saw that theory that Fit may end up reverting back to the 2b2t mentality and BOY that has been living rent free in my mind ever since, I have not forgotten that Quackity has been hitting at the existence of another Islands either, I do think they could be related too. They are all cooking so much I'm so excited.

(Pac keep being collateral damage in everyone's fucking lore omfg, it's like he is cursed to be the tragic character in everyone's story)

Also!!!! What the fuck is this thing.

It's sentient that's for sure, but did it ever have its own body? I originally thought it was Black Cucurucho possessing him but like..... It doesn't make that much sense since Black Cucurucho is already on the Island now, I'm so fucking confused and so excited to know what is going on with Forever and how exactly they can save him.

Thank you! I can watch a bit of the stream so that at least I wouldn't be dying of curiosity for too long lmao

[nerves-nebula]

Oh i also have something really fucking cursed (and i wouldn’t be sending you this normally, but i fear if i don’t get this off my chest it’ll haunt me forever) if you don’t mind. I was scrolling in a YouTube comment section, clicked on the replies for one and saw the following sentence. “Eugenics aren’t bad when done correctly!” And I’ve never been the same since. What the fuck. How do you type that and not realize what the hell you just said. For context, the comment was about how saying autism needed to be cured was horrid and how so many people just ignore that and basically tell everyone to embrace eugenics, so it wasn’t out of nowhere, but i genuinely think that makes it worse actually. YouTube is genuinely a hellsite istg

Oh yeah that definitely makes it worse. i try not to read the comments unless im like, idk bored or something. Reminds me of this completely unrelated but way more funny comment I saw and saved to my phone tho.