#uploading from my phone off of console

[exploringcastleoblivion]

Found Alpha and Omega chilling at the Bokaisen Hot Springs!

[astrialuvs]

Headcanons for Akabane Karma as Himself | as a Friend | as a Lover

➻ PAIRING : akabane karma x reader

➻ CONTENT WARNING : my headcanons to these red-haired boy 😗🫶 pt. 2

➻ WORD COUNT : 1119 words

a/n: i'm sorry for the late upload (hehe). idrk when will i post the last..

another a/n: i might uplaod my hcs for gakushuu too (idk when)  😅

He boinks a book at you when he notices you dozing off, even though you invited him for a review at the library.

It was expected that his presence at a study session you had organized would boost your motivation to review more. However, the sheer boredom of you—the library and staleness, with lamps flickering in—created by such a dull background was working against you. However, as you focused on your notes, fatigue set in, and your eyelids began to droop.

On the other side of the table, Karma was partially immersed in his world, playing video games on his phone. He watched you fight against the advancing wave of sleep without your knowledge. His mind, however, was unconventional and quick to find new approaches even in silence, so he selected some method of making you stay awake.

Karma smiled slyly as he picked up a nearby book and figured out its direction before throwing it at you. The book hit softly against your head with a ‘boink.’ The shock hit you suddenly, and you glared at him aggressively.

"Karma, really?" you cried out, massaging the area of your head where the book hit.

He stared at you innocently, as if amazed. He quipped, "Hey! You were drifting off. Just doing my part to keep you alert and focused." His reply made you scoffed.

The unexpected wake-up call worked. The interruption caused by Karma had effectively broken down your sleepiness, which was looming large over you. Even if his approach was a little absurd, your lips curled slightly as you realized that, despite the circumstances, Karma had managed to maintain punctuality and spontaneous stimulation throughout the study.

Who's your rival in academics, sports, or video games, but expect a healthy dose of rivalry.

Under the dim light of Karma's gaming console screen, you and Karma were fighting in a video game. The room was alive with the rhythm of powerful blasts from controllers and the overdrive sound of your playful outcasts.

When the unreal battle appeared on screen, Karma couldn't help but smile knowingly. He teased, "Are you prepared to go down this round?" He touched the control with his fingers.

You countered with a confident smile. "I suppose we will find out. I hope you've been reviewing what you've learned, Karma."

The taunting was competitive, with each of you attempting to manipulate and navigate around the other in the video game. Laughter and occasional shouts of victory or defeat filled the room.

Despite intense competition, you and Karma maintained a tacit understanding. Each of you was respectful of the other's gaming abilities, which elevated the game beyond mere contention. Each action received either a respectful agreement or a quick-witted look, as if to emphasize the importance of jest in this competitive environment where fun was the ultimate goal.

Throughout the game, however, Karma managed to gain a foothold on you in a spectacular manner. He declared triumphantly, "Guess I won this time."

"Very good Karma. But the night is just beginning, and you still have a long way to go towards victory."

Whom you two have your own language and gestures, such as all-knowing smirks and eye signals.

You and Karma were always caught in an unusual act of communication while inside a gathering. A conversation, laughter, and the clinking of glasses filled the room, but the two of you conversed silently.

At that point, a mutual wink or fugitive eye signal was sufficient, as was your own secret code that went beyond written language. Those who were preoccupied with other people's conversations were unaware of the silent little communicative move that occurred between you and Karma, during which a sense of trust and unity developed.

Karma suddenly poured an all-knowing smirk on your face as you two shared that moment when nothing was said and no words were required. This was a language born out of shared experiences, inside jokes, and an unwritten oath that would grow stronger over time.

Whether it was a response to the ongoing conversation, a lighthearted joke, or simply two people having fun together, the smiles and eye movements were enough. It became a testament to your friendship, like a secret code known only to the two of you.

Who flicks your forehead at very random moments, whether at a serious moment, when you are spaced out, or eating.

Sitting in the library among rows of textbooks, which you shared with Karma during serious discussions about upcoming exams. He raised his brow with a mischievous look in his eyes, taking advantage of the opportunity while you were deep in conversation with him.

He suddenly warned you, "Watch out!" before flicking your forehead in an unexpected but friendly gesture.

You blinked in surprise and laughed. "Karma? Come on. I'm trying to concentrate here!"

"Absolutely! Distraction helps keep the mind alert and focused.

* * *

The following week, during a quiet moment in the school courtyard, Karma appeared beside you.

He quipped jokingly, "More deep thinking?" and hit you again on the forehead to emphasize his point.

You smiled childishly and shot at him. "Am I not allowed to get away from your forehead flicks?"

"What's the big deal about that?" he inquired, an enticing smile forming in his eyes.

* * *

With a flick, Karma took advantage of even the most casual lunch you two had together in your school cafeteria, for example, when you were about to bite on your sandwich.

"Karma!" You cried, partly laughing and partly protesting.

"Can't get away from that, it turns normal circumstances into extraordinary ones!"

As a result, Karma's forehead flicks have become an integral part of your daily conversations. These playful actions, whether trying to be serious or comical in nature, made your friendship have good moments between laughs and joy as if knitted on quicksilver.

Whom you share your "teas" and gossips with.

You and Karma were seated in a quiet nook of the local cafe, enjoying gentle conversation while smelling freshly brewed coffee and hearing distant murmurs. In that safe space, the "teas" and gossip flowed freely like threads woven for people's sheer amusement and trust.

How remarkable was it that, facing each other, you leaned forward, eager to share current events, even if they were scandalous. Karma began this exchange with a wink of the eye and in secret, initially sublimating it into a joke.

"All right, it's tea time. What is the most juicy detail about the incriminating rumor you have?"

As a result, the conversation became filled with laughter and animated faces. You would occasionally make comical observations about your classmates, teachers, and other characters in your lives.The teas shared were an entertaining mix of witty retorts, secrets offered and whispered, and bantered conspiracies.

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Loving Her Goalie - Clàudia Pina x Reader

A/n: Bonus scenes from Won The Goalie, a continuation of Score A Goalie.

This is part of the Christmas Challenge with a squad of absolutely amazing writers, with @nytb being the absolute dream and organising this fun time, thank you! Check out @putellas11 for the previous fic in the line-up, whilst you can find the next fic with @footygirl114 coming up soon!

🎄🎁 Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone! 🎁🎄

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The flight from New York to Barcelona was long, especially with the delays and cold weather. You ended up spending a long chunk of time staring out the window through half-open eyes, clad in one of Clàudia’s hoodies, pining for her. Leaving the arrivals section of the airport, rolling your suitcase behind you as you glanced around, eventually spotting Patri holding up a sign with a smirk, whilst Clàudia snuck up on you, pulling you into a tight hug.

“Hi, bebé.” You cooed, melting in exhaustion but full of love as you snuggled into your girlfriend outside the airport.

With you having arrived back in Spain in the middle of the night, Patri retired to her room quickly, ready to go to sleep again, whilst you followed Clàudia to her room, curling up under the bed sheets with her.

Patri didn’t expect to end up sitting on your spine as she plopped down on the couch the next morning, wondering why the couch was so uncomfortable until she heard muffled Spanish for ‘get off my back!’

“¿Qué? Why are you on the couch?”

“Clàudia’s on a work call… and I’m jetlagged… can you get off me, por favor?” You grumbled, rolling off the couch onto the floor as Patri stood up.

“Now you’re up, your girlfriend mentioned you make good… pancakes?” Patri tried out the word on her tongue, watching as you frowned for a moment before nodding.

“Sure, I can make pancakes. Where’s your frying pan?” You enquired as Patri led you to the kitchen, not realising that Clàudia had finished her call and was now watching you and Patri make breakfast.

“Buenos días mi amor.” You smiled as you spotted Clàudia eventually, the forward/midfielder revealing herself once the test pancake was over and done with, but she kept her phone out as Patri made gagging noises to tease you both.

Your Atleti teammates ended up seeing two different tiktoks later on in the day, one on Clàudia’s account of you and Patri making pancakes, before you ended up spotting her and the video ended with Patri getting a pancake to the face after teasing you and Clàudia. However your tiktok was a little bit different, turning into a pancake tutorial whilst Patri danced to music that didn’t fit what you picked for the tiktok, and Clàudia hugged you from behind, watching you watch the pancake. The caption of your video made your Atleti teammates chuckle though. Carmen had even texted you, asking if pancakes were the only thing you knew how to cook.

‘How many Barça players does it take to make breakfast? None, you need an Atleti player.’

“Hey, babe, where’s your- found it! You might want to put whoever’s sock in the laundry, it’s covered in dust, just like your games console… you sure you’re okay with me playing Spider-Man on it?” You double-checked as Clàudia grimaced at the sock, flicking it towards Patri’s face, as the midfielder was laying on the couch, watching you both.

Patri let out a laugh as the sock hit her in the face, removing it to spot how Clàudia had curled up in your lap like a cat as you got the games console working. You were staring at your instagram for a moment as you waited, spotting the uploads from Atleti which included Lola, Merel and Carmen in Atleti festive jumpers, with Merel between Lola and Carmen. You chuckled into Clàudia’s shoulder at the tinsel around Carmen’s and Lola’s necks, before you glanced up, seeing the console was up and running.

“Sorry but I’m changing the system language for now, I don’t know enough Spanish to save New York as your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.” You announced, but Patri and Clàudia were too busy watching the video game introduction cutscene, and how you slowly figured out the controls and started web-slinging around New York by yourself.

“Underestimate me. That'll be fun. In fact, I dare you, underestimate me, you'll regret it.” You murmured to yourself, not realising how much Patri was trying to hold back her laughter as Clàudia shifted in your lap, blocking the TV as her nose brushed yours.

“Bebé, you are threatening the TV.”

“I’m threatening Kingpin, but yeah… I’m threatening the TV…” Quickly hitting pause on the videogame, you pressed your lips to Clàudia’s, her hands around your shoulders before a sock hit you in the back of the head.

“Rude, Guijarro!” 

You ended up playing Spider-Man for a little longer until a knock at the door had Patri getting up to go answer it, since Clàudia was more than happy not to move, snuggled into you. You had missed Clàudia whilst in New York, and she had missed you when she had stayed in Spain, later admitting she wished you two could have been together on New Year’s Eve at least.

“I wish I could have been kissing you at midnight, as the fireworks were going off, lighting up the New York skyline…” you were cut off as Clàudia whispered a countdown in Spanish, pressing her lips to yours after uno, the two of you so distracted in each other that the sound of the door shutting went unheard, and so did the footsteps of two of your girlfriend’s teammates walking in with Patri.

“Hey! Not on the living room floor!” Patri exclaimed, making Clàudia jump whilst you fell backwards, almost hitting your head on the coffee table but Clàudia cupped the back of your head with her hands, leaning over you as you let out a breath, gazing up at her.

You were so distracted by Patri that you almost misheard the Spanish that came out of Aitana’s mouth about Patri being a third wheel in her own home. Clàudia was busy playfully glaring at her and Laia when your girlfriend realised you knew what Aitana had said, and watched as your face fell.

There were many reasons that when you stayed over in Barcelona in your free time that you didn’t try to impose within the home that Patri and Clàudia shared, which explained why Clàudia had stayed in Madrid with you post-Euros. You lived alone, you had no roommates to make uncomfortable with any public displays of affection, although Patri just loved to tease you both instead.

“I got you something, whilst I was in New York…” you whispered into the darkness later that night, Clàudia shifting slightly to look at you in sleepy intrigue.

“I’ll show you in the morning, mi amor. By the way, did you see that social media post, trying to rumour me leaving Atleti for Gotham. I’m happy in Spain. I just don’t know where I’m going on loan yet. Will it bother you? If I’m further away, or end up at Real Madrid or something?” You enquired, but Clàudia kissed your forehead.

“Te amo, wherever you are in Spain, bebé.”

Waking up the next morning, Clàudia was using you as a pillow with her arms wrapped around you, the Barcelona player still asleep whilst you laid there, staring up at the ceiling. Your thoughts kept their hold on you until Clàudia’s fingers running over your bare skin caught your attention, her eyes on you with a smirk as her fingers located the raised skin of your tattoo that you got in New York.

Your mornings in Barcelona stayed this way, spending time with Clàudia, and by extension, Clàudia’s teammates when they were around, the first match back for Barcelona being on the 7th after all. A match against Sevilla, which you thought was a little ironic, since it was when Clàudia was loaned to Sevilla that you first saw her. Atleti’s first match was the day after, but you wouldn’t be present at the away game, a fact you found out about when your phone began to ring, interrupting your conversation with Clàudia and Patri as you flicked the latest pancake from the pan onto the plate and picked up the phone.

Clàudia and Patri watched as you paced up and down the kitchen, unknownst to them at first but you were on the phone with your management, asking questions as the two Barcelona players watched.

Clàudia didn’t expect you to cover your speaker, leaning forwards to kiss her on the forehead before continuing your conversation, flustering the striker as Patri began to tease her.

Luckily for you both, Patri had not seen the gift that you had brought Clàudia back from New York, because if the midfielder did see it, you knew that both of your entire teams would never stop the teasing that would follow. Clàudia didn’t care, she loved the gift you got her, and she loves you.

She was in love with a goalie. Her goalie, you were her goalie.

[misterrockett]

This is actually a good time to give you guys a little piece of advice that may be necessary for younger gamers out there. Let me tell you a story about a gaming experience I had very recently about The Final Fantasy Legend/SaGa 1.

SaGa is a spin-off JRPG series that started on the Gameboy with mechanics inspired by Final Fantasy II. Final Fantasy II is infamous for having a hilariously bad Oblivion styled level up system where your stats were based off use. So your health would only go up by taking damage, your attack stat would only go up by using your basic attack and specific spells would only increase in potency with constant use.

SaGa is meant to be a refinement of those systems with games in the series releasing even today and about a year or two ago SquareEnix released the trilogy of original Gameboy games on modern consoles, which I am playing as my introduction to the series right now (btw, mobile phones are actually a fantastic place to play classic RPGs like this. Pick this or the original Dragon Quest games up on mobile if you're interested)

To say the first game drops you in with no guideline is an understatement.

This is the first screen you are greeted with after the short intro cutscene, which throws you into the game's class system with no explanation of what it is and that you're really only looking at 3 different classes with three unique level up systems. The first thing you're expected to do after being dropped in is to go to the guild and fill out the other 3 slots in your party with other choices.

It's explained at no point in the game and do you know why? Well I decided to check online for a scan of the manual and...

It's because the original game came with an EIGHTY PAGE INSTRUCTION MANUAL.

Detailed explanations for the difference between the game's 3 races.

Recommended and unrecommended party compositions

Details about weapon types and the detail that some weapons scale with your agility rather than your strength (this, the book actually kinda gets wrong since some melee weapons do scale with your agility too).

The only place where you can get an explanation for what the items do and last but not least filling out the last half of the manual,

A story driven walkthrough of the first part of the game.

All this to say this book is not provided in the Saga collection SquareEnix released despite the fact that it is incredibly obvious the game was designed with the assumption that every player would have it. Being able to guide the player to a game's mechanics through an instruction manual eased the load on programmers and designers and let them put more complex mechanics into their games without having to feel the need to EXPLAIN said mechanics within the game itself. And while this isn't a common practice anymore and was disastrous even at the time for anyone who dipped into the re-sell market it also has to be something that's considered for the future preservation of games. The original Legend of Zelda game has a reputation of being esoteric and hard to get through because it doesn't provide information but THAT game had a full world map in it's manual. The manual was so integral to the full experience of the game Nintendo officially provides support for it's PDF themselves with an HD upload of it's art assets.

So if you're dipping back into an older game, especially one from the 90s and it seems like a lot of details about it goes unexplained, check for the manual. It may be more integral to the experience than you had assumed.

not to sound like a boomer but I miss when video games included manuals with maps and some small trivia about the characters

[binniesbabe]

Not Again (H)

I had to write a suspenful story for school so I thought why not post it on here too. Please let me know if you enjoy it and would like some stories more like this one. Reblogging is gracefully appreciated

This is my work you can not repost or upload this story on any other platforms.

summary- he can’t escape it. but what is it? what do they want from him. he can’t let it happen. not again.

warnings‼️⚠️: horror, mention of taking pills(medicine) , paranoia, kn$fe mentions(for protection, not suicidal meanings)

This is not felix from stray kids this is a made up story

felix’s pov

Desperate cries for help echoed in the dark room as he remained unable to move. Back pressed firmly against the wall, his breathe quickened as it got closer and closer until… Gasping for air Felix is awoken by his alarm. “3:00am?” Felix voiced out loud. He didn't remember setting an alarm for 3:00 a.m. He sighed out as he flopped back down on his bed, pulling his comforter up his body. A little

shooken up by his alarm he struggled to go back to sleep.

Finally what felt like ages he fell back asleep only to be awoken again by his phone ringing. “Hello” exhaustion evident in his voice as he layed back down, sliding his fingers threw his tangled hair as he yawned. “Dude, where are you?” questioned the voice on the other side. Squinting as he pulled the phone away from his ear, he looked at the bright letters across the screen. “10:00am!?” he shouted out into the open jolting up from his bed. “ Sorry man, I’ll be there in 5.” he replied hastily, ending the call, then rushing to get ready. While washing his face in his bathroom, an erie feeling washed over him. Quickly looking up he was met with only his own reflection staring back at him. Nothing. He sighed, mentally telling himself to stop being so paranoid.

He rushed out of the bathroom throwing on clothes and booked it out of his room. While he was running down the stairs he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Stopping for a second he did a double-take. Nothing. He cursed and continued down the stairs out the front door not forgetting to lock it behind himself. He ran out to his car and was met with the all to familiar cold morning air. “ Did I not take my pills?” he questioned himself.

Maybe that’s why I’m so paranoid he thought. He reached into the center console of his old car and pulled out his pill box. Opening the box he peered down into Friday's section. Staring back at him almost tautingly were four blue pills. He grabbed them and reached into his back seat searching for a water bottle. Finding one lodged under his seat he threw the pills into his mouth and downed a big gulp of water. Starting the engine he was off.

After a 5 minute drive, he pulled into the diner parking lot, he examined himself in the rear view mirror before hesitantly stepping onto the pavement and heading inside. The doorbell, dangling on the door, chimed announcing his arrival. He spotted seven people crammed into their usual booth at the back of the diner. Fidgeting with the rings on his fingers, he felt uneasy as if someone was watching his every move. His first friend turned his head spotting him walking to their table. “Felix, what took you so long mate?” Chris asked. “Sorry my alarm didn’t go off,” felix said lying through his teeth. In all honestly all he wanted to do was to stay home. Unfortunately for him they had remembered, of course they would. He was thankful for his friends dont get him wrong, but he just hasn’t been himself lately.

Though grateful for their presence, he’d been having an overwhelming sense of paranoia. It’s making him feel crazy.

3 of his friends got out of the booth so he could sit by the window, his favorite spot. Leaning against the window with his head on his hand he couldn’t help but get lost in his thoughts as he looked out the window, his friends chatting in the distance. While peering out of the window of the diner a flip switched on in his head and he hastily sat up straighter when he noticed a person across the street dressed from head to toe in black clothing. His eyes widen as he began to recognize what he was looking at. “Oh no please no,” he kept whispering to himself.

Catching the attention of his friends they begin to ask him what’s wrong. He quickly looked over to them saying it was nothing. He let out a sigh of relief as they didn’t question him any longer , and turned back to look out the window, only to see the person wasn’t there anymore. His mind was racing as he kept wondering wether what he saw was really there or if it was just his mind playing tricks on him. Yet again, he was off in his own world, not paying attention to the other people at the table.

He only responded when he was being talked to and as quick as he arrived, the lunch was over. He got up quickly mumbling out an excuse to leave quickly. While speed walking to his car he fumbled with his keys when he took them out of his pocket. Trying to find the right key to open his car he dropped his keys in a puddle of murky water. He qrimaced as he quickly grabbed them and opened his car door.

He jumped into his seat reaching over to his glovebox. Roughly pulling it open he let out a sigh of relief as he made eye contact with the knife. He grabbed it gripping it in his hand while starting the engine. He was going to make sure it never happened. Not again. Speeding he made record time arriving home.

He ran up to his front door realizing it was unlocked. Stopping while the door swung open he began to question, “I’m sure I locked it.” Without a second thought he roughly turned around and shut the door locking it while running around the house to make sure everything was locked. Every window every door, nothing was to be left unlocked. He ran up the stairs into his room pulling the door open and just as quickly shut and double locked it. Crouching down in a dark corner shaking with fear while he waits. He prayed he would be safe. He prayed and prayed hoping the lord would finally hear him. He doesn’t want to die. Not again.

Felix gasped as he sat up in bed. “Thank god it was just a dream,” he voiced with a sigh of relief. He turned over to his clock on his night stand and groaned, laying back on his bed. 3:00am. Again. Why he kept wondering. Why me. Why can I never escape it. Why again. Oh god please. Not again.

[handelplayssims]

Freddie is awake at 2AM! Sleep schedule is officially screwed! He wants to...have a drink at the bar and have some nectar. Both things we can do at a local bar! Let’s go! Next is to dance to stereo music, both at bar and for aspiration. There is some electronica music playing in the background so let’s do that. (And plan for our next party, which is introducing ourself to some teens! Sidney, Pierce and Olivia! And so we do that, head on over to those homes and chat them up! With that the Spooky Party all set up for Sunday!

Let’s see. Freddie’s two whims are to stargaze with Mitchell, bit late and also too cloudy and to buy a bar...which we have. Leveling up Mixology it is then! Autumn is done with her nap and came down to ate. Freddie actually asked her what’s up and consoled her about her friend’s death. Got rid of his hurt sentiment with her but still has a festering grudge. That got her sad moodlet down and they’re back to being great friends. Aww. Freddie’s up to 5 mixology and Autumn just got a phone call prepping for Prom. Let’s do it! Maybe this’ll also help clear Sidney being her prom date? We’re at Ash’s house and I invited some of my own friends so there are a LOT of teens around. And they vanished not long after. Ah well. I’ll just hang out until it’s time for Prom.

PROM ROUND 2! No one I recognize is there! After dancing and drinking (punch), we chat up Sofia Bjgersen, including about our side hustles. Well managed to nab a silver. That award ceremony really messes with getting goals done. And since Sidney is not there, I am not going to worry about Prom! Autumn’s going to bed and Freddie...is fully rested. ON YOUR SLEEP SCHEDULE BE IT FREDDIE! Now’s an okay time to stargaze at least. Let’s see if the stars are clear at Oasis Springs. Partially cloudy. Close enough! Let’s gaze at those stars! And now for the customary house visit massages. 3AM, let’s head home. Pretty certain everyone’s gonna head to bed anyway.

Neighborhood Watch

Copperdale: The Bermudedz household moved out.

Leinani Ka’ana’ana in the Ka’ana’ana household has died. Leinani stuck a finger in a plug and electricity came out.

Brian McLeod in the McLeod household has died. Brian tried to make cereal but it burst into flames.

RIP Karely Henley’s boyfriend!

So checking Autumn’s days until ageing up and...67 days! We only got two days left! ...uploading her photo booth picture and SHE HAS A 11 THOUSAND FOLLOWERS ALREADY!? Note to self, keep Social Bunny in mind for Social Media career folks. Or perhaps it’s being an Influencer. Next whim for Freddie is to meet someone new and eh. TO BED.

Prank Day! Freddie’s neutral and Autumn has a hot-head hates it! Easily ignored then! Freddie wants to...purchase a new computer. If you want that, you need the money for it. So let’s go to a park and do some yoga instructing. Not park but local cafe! It’ll do! There’s loads of greenery behind it! I had him chat with Akila Kahananui afterwards, since he actually did the yoga decently enough. Rare for a random sim to do that! Ohp, wasn’t going to add him to Social Bunny contacts but he’s a snob. Let’s do it! Freddie needs a bite to eat so let’s nab something from the cafe. ...I live in the UK and you know what, the cafes have much better selection of treats than what the Sims gives us! Flippe Lucina dropped by and asked to be best friends...and I forgot he was that DJ friend! Would have become friends if I had remembered. Alas! Anyway, time to head home. We got a party in 2 hours!

Autumn’s whim is try to rile up someone and...chat with her crush Manami. I’m going to attempt to get over her crushes of Manami and Brendan. She knows they aren’t good for her! Brendan cleared off but Manami...not so much! Oh boy! I’ll shoot a mean message over social bunny and then perhaps after the party, if she has the energy for it...we can meet to -ahem- discuss things… Anyway, time to flaff about things until the party starts!

Ash, I expect better fashion from you. This is going STRAIGHT onto social media where you shall be viciously mocked. Hmm. I was going to go all the way to disliked but Autumn feels really bad about losing Ash as a friend. Welp. Anyway, in terms of goals for this Spooky party, we have food, discuss costumes and make mischief and then, uh, look at carved pumpkins. The pumpkins I ignored. Welp. Let’s see. Autumn needs to sleep but Freddie still has some energy. What are his whims? Still to purchase a computer and to bro hug a bro. MAN. There were bros at that party! You can’t just drop by a bro’s place after partying with a bro! Not done! Maybe. What to make money then...taking over a spot at the local bar would be good! We only managed to get one drink in before bills rolled in. 7 thousand! We’re lowering the cost somehow! Anyway time to head home and cheat some money in.

Neighborhood Watch!

Strangerville: The Yamaguchi household has moved in.

Last day! Last day! It’s also Explosion Day! Freddie doesn’t care too much for the holiday but Autumn’s all about the fire burning, fireworks, and airing grievances. ...uh oh. Her brother better watch out. Anyway, we went to school on Friday so we’re staying back at home today. Even if Freddie sleeps through the school day.

Annnd Demetrius Pryor dropped by while Freddie was asleep to ask to be best friends. If only he wasn’t asleep, I would have done so but since he is doing it while asleep, NO. That’s creepy! Anyway, Freddie’s listening to Carnival Music during breakfast counted for the Art and Music! Good for him. Next whim is to bro-hug a bro and be mischevious to J. Welp! Sure. Why not? Autumn’s back from school. Absolutely selling the school project. We are NOT getting that done.

She’s absolutely exhausted after school so let’s get some sleep. I had plans anyway for her and her fellow teen friends to hang out at the sketchy place. Another whim for Freddie to spend money so let’s make some instead. Lets tend the massage table for J. ...why does it always cancel mid-massage and I have to give one myself. Bah. Anyway, next thing’s next his...a whim to cook. Might as well. And we’ll light some fireworks. Hmm. Still not enough for a good holiday. Gift of fire it is then! And we’ll roast some hotdogs while we’re at it.

Ohp, Autumn is up! Man, I was going to go to the sketchy park and invite some teens to a bonfire and fireworks thing but noooooo! Also she has her job and it involves a tech review today. Anyway, I had her join the bonfire and then shoot off some fireworks before uploading that technology review. And now she just wants to listen to some tunes. Welp, might as well. Last thing I’ll do with her...other than dramatically cry about everything. She is ultra sad after all. Wait, Freddie did advise to jog to clear her head. That will be the last thing to do then!

Nothing in Neighborhood Watch.

Welp, that’s that! Join us next time for when we visit the...wow I rolled a 1, you don’t see that every- …

We’re heading back to the Nier Automata household. See you all then.

[ravagedarkness]

Spider-Man: Home Rebuilt, Chapter 53: Portal

The next morning, I was at The Daily Bugle. I was uploading pictures to the server. Much to my surprise, the atmosphere wasn’t any worse than usual. I expected Jameson to be stomping around the office and yelling to the point where his blood pressure rose above healthy levels. But that didn’t happen. I found it a bit odd, but I didn’t think much of it. However, while my gut wasn’t exactly my Spider-Senses, the weird feeling I got from it still had me a bit on edge.

That feeling was about to be warranted.

The phone console on Betty’s desk beeped before Jonah’s voice sounded through the console’s speaker.

“Betty, I need you to get some credentials ready as soon as possible!” he barked out.

“Um… sure,” Betty replied, caught off guard. I looked over at her. “If you don’t mind me asking, sir, what are the credentials for?”

“There has been an arrest made at Midtown High. A Michelle Jones-Watson is believed to be an accomplice to the Spider menace! They’re taking her to the 13th Precinct!” My eyes went wide. Without saying a word, I stood up and made my way out of the office. Silently thanking God that I had the mind to don my quick change outfit, I made my way to the roof. I put on my Edith glasses and put my mask on over it. It was a bit uncomfortable, but given that MJ was arrested, I could care less about my discomfort.

I jumped off of the building and swung through Manhattan. As I did so, I spoke to Edith.

“Hey Edith, I need a huge a favor!” I said.

“I take it you got news of Michelle’s arrest,” she replied. “How may I help?”

“Can you locate the car that she was taken in?”

“Scanning the camera network now.” I waited as I continued swinging towards the 13th Precinct. After some seconds, Edith spoke up. “There’s a police convoy making their way down 8th Avenue. They just passed The Museum of Arts and Design.”

“Thanks!”

I shifted directions. I swung as fast as I could – really, not even when I was running late to Midtown have I ever swung through the city so fast. It didn’t take me long to find the convoy of vehicles. There was a row of five vehicles – one normal NYPD squad car, driving in the middle of four black NYPD trucks. I didn’t bother waiting to formulate a plan. I broke my line, brought my arms out and shot out several wads of webbing. The wads sailed through the air before they exploded, forming for large webs that spanned across the street. Their way was blocked. The vehicles skidded to a stop. I flipped backward before I landed in a three point stance.

I slowly stood up and stalked towards the convoy. I felt my Spider Sense go off. SWAT members started to file out of the vehicle. Remembering that I didn’t have any armor on, I quickly shot out multiple strands up webbing, catching their rifles before I yanked them out of their hands. I then stalked forward.

“Spider-Man, you don’t want to do this!” one of them called out.

“I’m only here for the student you arrested!” I called out. “Don’t make things worse than they already are!”

“She was arrested on a warrant,” another officer pleaded. “We’re just doing our job!”

“So am I!”

“Last chance, Spider-Man!” The whole group pulled out their pistols. “One more step and...”

Apparently, they forgot how fast I was. I quickly kicked things into high gear as I ran weaved through the officers. Within moments, they were all taken down and webbed to the street. I looked around until I huffed out a breath. I brought my attention to the squad car. I saw the look of fear in the eyes of the two officers. Still, the two of them stepped out of the vehicles and aimed their pistols at me. Without thinking, I shot webbing at them. As soon as the strands hit their chests, I pulled, sending them flying behind me. With them out of the way, I walked towards the back of the car and ripped off the rear passenger door before I looked in the back, seeing MJ.

“Not the best way to start the morning,” she deadpanned.

“Yup,” I replied. I beckoned her to come out. “Come on. Let’s get you out of here.” She nodded. As she moved towards me, I stepped aside, giving her room to get her feet on the pavement and stand up. “Stand still for me, please.” I moved behind her and grabbed the handcuffs. With my strength, I easily snapped them apart. After that, I moved in front of MJ. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” MJ assured. She sighed. “You know, I didn’t think I’d be a fugitive so young.”

“And you won’t be!” I promised as I smiled underneath my mask. “Just… We’ll get you to Pepper, and she’ll have everything straightened out, I’m sure!”

“You’re right,” MJ nodded. “You’re right, just… Ah just hug me, will you?!”

Without saying a word, I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her. She wrapped her arms around my abdomen. We remained like that for some seconds. I then pulled away just enough for me to place my forehead against hers.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered morosely.

“Don’t be,” MJ replied consolingly, sliding her hand up and down my back as she did so. “I knew this was going to be a possibility a long time ago. We’ll figure things out.” I nodded before I pulled away, looking her in the eye. She smiled. “I’m still here, Peter. And I’m never going away.” Underneath my mask, I smiled back at her. For a moment, just a moment, I had a feeling that things were going to be okay. And why not? Pepper had enough influence to pull strings and have MJ’s arrest passed off as a mistake to the media. MJ would probably be hounded by the media still, but she could handle it.

However, my optimism was dashed when I felt my Spider Sense go off. I saw MJ look past me. Her eyes went wide. I forgot her arms were around me until she tightened her hold around me and tossed me to the side. A split second later, I heard the sound of gunshots. After I hit the ground, I quickly moved to my knees. I looked up to see MJ slumping downward until she was in a seated position. I blinked once. I saw the red stain over the left side of her shirt, right over her heart. The stain was only getting bigger.

“No,” I whispered out.

I stood up before I turned my attention over to the cop that was standing. His gun was aimed at me, but his hand was shaking. In a fit of rage, I walked over to the manhole cover. With ease, I picked it up with my hand before I slung it at the cop at high speed. I watched as the manhole cover wedged itself in the cop’s chest as it knocked the officer off of their feet. Without caring one way or another if the cop would live, I turned my attention back to MJ. I ran up to her before I kneeled down in front of her.

“MJ, are you okay?!” I asked, worry and alarm in my tone.

“Peter…” She coughed, sending some blood out of her mouth. “…I don’t feel so good.”

“MJ, just hold on, I’ll get you help!” I moved to try and pick her up in my arms. However, she slowly raised her hand and placed it on my chest.

“Peter… no… get out of here… run.”

“No, Em!” I yelled out. “I won’t let you die here!”

“It’s… it’s over… for me.” She coughed up some more blood. She then slowly looked me in the eye. I saw the life fading from her brown orbs. She forced a smile. “…Peter… we had… we had a… good run.” She closed her eyes slowly. “…I’m sorry… Tiger.”

Those were the last words I heard from her before she became limp. I started to shake her.

“No… MJ, no! Goddamn it, no! No! No!”

“Peter… Peter… Peter, wake up!”

I suddenly sat up. My eyes were wide, and sweat was all over my face. My heart was pounding to the point where I could hear my pulse in my ears. I looked around, trying to see where I was. Slowly, I recognized that I was in my apartment.

“Hey, look at me,” a voice said. I looked to my right, seeing MJ kneeling next to me on the bed. She had a look of concern on her face as she stared at me. “Are you okay?”

I didn’t say anything. Instead, I turned and repositioned my body until I was kneeling in front of her. I then wrapped my arms around her before I planted a kiss on her lips. The kiss wasn’t short. I wanted… No, I needed to know that this moment in the very apartment was real. I needed to know that MJ was alive and well. Perhaps she caught on to how distraught I was, because she kissed me back, matching my intensity. She moved in closer until she was straddling my lap. She took the lead in the kiss as she grabbed the hair on the back of my head and pulled, causing me to tilt my head back. I squeezed her tightly against me. I needed her warmth. I needed her presence.

I needed her.

After several seconds, she pulled away, breaking the kiss. But she wasn’t done comforting me. She placed soft kisses all over my face, starting with my forehead and working her way down. After she placed one brief and chaste kiss on my lips, she held the side of my head against her chest. I closed my eyes and focused on her heartbeat. Slowly, but surely, my heartbeat returned to normal. We remained like that for… Well, I don’t know how long we remained in that position. But I knew it was for a long while. After several moments of silence, I spoke.

“Did I wake you?” I whispered.

“Yeah, you did,” MJ replied in an even tone. “You were thrashing about.”

I groaned apologetically. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Did you have a nightmare or something?”

“I did.”

“What happened?”

I sighed. I pulled my head away from her chest and looked at her. As I did so, she moved her hands until they were in my hair.

“It was horrible, Em,” I began. “I was just sitting The Daily Bugle office, along with Betty. Betty got buzzed by J. Jonah Jameson. He told her to get credentials ready because you got arrested for being an accomplice to Spider-Man.” I frowned. “I dropped everything and rescued you from this police convoy. I was reassuring you that we could have Pepper solve everything. But… my Spider-Sense went off. Before I could react, you grabbed me and tossed me out of the way of upcoming bullets and…” I trailed off and shook my head. “…MJ, tell me you’re okay. I need to know you’re okay.”

“I’m okay, Tiger,” MJ she said. She smiled sympathetically as she massaged my scalp with her fingers. “I’m okay.”

I leaned forward and hugged her again. “I love you, MJ.”

“I know.”

I was given pause for a moment. I then leaned back and looked at her with a smirk. “Did you just – ?”

“Yes, I did. And if you tell anyone – especially Ned – I’ll deny it for the rest of my life.” She smirked at me. At that, I couldn’t help but chuckle. Her smirk disappeared as her expression became solemn. “But just in case you need reassurance… I love you, too, Peter.” Now it was my smirk that became a full on smile. I leaned forward and placed a short kiss on her lips. “Now are you ready to go to bed now?”

“Yes,” I replied.

She nodded. “Okay.” She removed herself from my lap before she moved underneath the sheets. I moved under the sheets with her before I lay my head on her right shoulder. As she wrapped her right arm around me, I closed my eyes and went to sleep.

In the morning, I was awakened by MJ. Once we got out of bed, I made breakfast while she got ready for school. After we sat down and ate, we shared one more kiss before she was on her way. Reluctantly, I got ready and made my way to work. I was a bit on edge there, anticipating news of MJ’s arrest. But it didn’t come. I finally allowed myself to calm down. The week turned out to be rather uneventful. While there was a lot of talk about what was dubbed The Skirmish at Ravencroft, nothing major happened. During different days of the week, I hung out with the X-Men and The American Idiots doing random stuff.

Then Saturday rolled around.

Craig, Ned, and I were hanging out in Central Park, sitting on a bench to pass the time.

“I still can’t believe you managed to book an appointment at Dapper Dan’s!” Ned exclaimed.

“He owed me a favor from a couple of years back, so I cashed in on it,” Craig said simply. “If we’re going to do this dance, then we need to be dressed up nice. And Dapper Dan is about as nice as it gets. Of course, it helps that I can cover all three of us with no problem.”

“Right, secret millionaire,” I said with a nod. “But, why so early? We still got three hours before our appointment.”

“I try to be in the area as early as possible in case something happens.” Craig looked up at the sky. “Lord knows our lives can be rather chaotic.”

“He has a point,” Ned said in agreement.

“Yeah, you’re right,” I conceded.

Ned chuckled as he looked forward. “Though, with Scorpion sent packing, I don’t think there’s much to worry about for now.”

I heard the sound of sparks behind us. All three of us looked over our shoulder to see a portal behind us. Said portal was outlines by orange sparks. I narrowed my eyes as I looked into portal, seeing where it led.

It was the Inner Sanctum.

“Are you sure about that Ned?” Craig deadpanned.

“What do we do?” Ned asked, worry in his voice.

Craig looked at Ned. He then looked at me. I stared back at him for some seconds. I then nodded.

“We go in,” I said.

So, the three of us stood up. We ignored the onlookers as we walk around the bench.

“Never a dull moment in a life of an X-Man,” I whispered.

“Ain’t that the truth,” Craig replied. “On three?”

“Yeah,” I said. “One….”

“Two…” Ned stated after swallowing.

“Three,” Craig finished.

With that, the three of us stepped into the portal.

The X-Men and The American Idiots will return

And that's the end of the story. It's not the end of the Rebuilt storyline, however. Please check out the next two stories, The American Idiots and The X-Men: A Night of Love (Complete) and Spider-Man: Home Invaded (Ongoing) on both AO3 and Fanfiction dot net. The American Idiots and The X-Men: A Night of Love

Spider-Man: Home Invaded

[okaratauri]

ima post it anyway enjoy

“They’ll be here.” Willow cut the man off mid sentance. Although she had been steadfast in her belief that her family cared and would come to the rescue, her voice trembled with uncertainty. 

“My dear i understand the importance of that belief. But it’s almost been a week. It’s not like my lair isn’t hard to find. They know where it is and have attempted attacks before. You know this.” Deimos looked upon the girl. Not even an adult. She was manipulated, gaslit, and neglected by her entire family of Powered. All because she was born without any. 

“They have to come. Talk to them. Videocall whatever it is. Maybe they don’t believe you.” Hints of tears welled up in her eyes and her lip trembled, she was so young. 

A churning rage formed in his gut. Not at the poor girl, but at her parents. Deimos was a villain yes, but at least he had a sense of honor and a portion of morals he heeded. This was unacceptable. He had seen both parents risk their lives for complete strangers, and they couldn’t even be bothered to save their own child. 

“Very well. I do in fact have something to say to them.”

Willow wasn’t kept in a cell. Well, she was at first, but after two days when it became clear to Deimos the so called “heros” wouldn’t save their child, he allowed her to stay in his old apprentice’s room. Complete with snacks and soda, even a videogame console. She stared at him in disbelief. 

“You’ll really call them?”

“Of course. Come along.” Deimos gestured for her to follow him down the mansion’s endless mahogany hallways. Until they reached his monitoring room. He opened the call center and patched into the Hero’s network, pressed a little red icon, and called Willow’s parents.

“Deimos? What are you doing calling at this hour? You’ve got another blackmail?” Firefly spoke over the loud party music in the back. From what Deimos could tell it was a celebration of another villain locked behind bars by the pair. “You’d better not have taken my hamster. My husband will have your head for that.” 

“Hello, Lady Firefly, no I have not taken your hamster. And it seems to me like you care more about a hamster than your own child.”

“Which one? Icarus? I swear if you harm-“

“No you insolent moron. Your daughter, Willow.” Deimos placed a hand over his eyes in exasperation.

“Oh, okay.”

Deimos blinked, and glanced over at Willow to gauge her reaction. The girl bit her lip to stop the tears from falling, she bit down so hard it started to bleed.

“Oh don’t be such a wimp Willow. Suck it up and escape yourself if you’re so capable. Now stop bothering us, we’re trying to have a good time and don’t need your bratty little tears ruining our night.”

“My god. I’m a supervillain, one who has the blood of thousands of people on my hands, and yet I have never once harmed a child. And here you are, The beloved hero, belittling her own child for not being born with powers.” Willow looked up at him. Her green eyes reflected the pain of betrayal. Abandonment. Just as his did years ago. He pushed the little red icon at the bottom of the screen again and Willow saw his phone light up on the table. “It is a very good thing I’ve been recording this entire conversation.” He glanced nonchalantly at Firefly, who spat out her drink. 

“YOU WHAT?!” She screeched in outrage. Her hair melting into flames as her eyes began to glow. 

“It’s too bad I happen to know how much the internet would just love this information.” Deimos, the most dreaded and feared supervillain winked at Willow. 

“DONT YOU DARE.”

“Oh man…sorry my hand is pulling up my local news station all on its own…aw what a shame I just uploaded the recording, my hands have a mind of their own.”

Willow giggled shakily, I wiped the tears off her face with my gloved hands.

“I’M GOING TO RIP YOU TO SHREDS DEIMOS.” In the background, heads started to turn as Firefly’s emotions controlled her abilities. 

“That’s too bad, I’d hate to miss what happens to you after this!” Deimos smirked and ended the call. He turned to Willow and got down to her level.

“You’re under my protection now. They will never be able harm you or tell you your worth. Because in my eyes, you’re worth more than diamonds. And I suspect you could be greater than your parents ever will be.” Deimos patted her shoulder and the two of them began toppling one corrupt hero after the other, becoming legends even after death.

OC drop! Deimos

An unfinished doodle

Deimos is set in a world of superhero’s and villains. He was born with the ability to manipulate shadows, automatically casting him from the Hero’s warm welcome as it was considered an evil ability. The Hero’s of the world were beloved by all but were heartless and cruel. Deimos quickly grew to be the most powerful supervillain of his peers and became the arch enemy of the leaders of the Hero organization (Firefly and her husband)

Although he is considered a villain, he is significantly more ethical than the so called heros are, he and Firefly’s daughter (Willow, a girl born without powers and was kidnapped my Deimos as leverage, only to have Firefly spit out right that she didn’t care about Willow) go on to change the lines of what makes a hero and hero, and what makes a villain a villain.

all from a prompt that read: “you were the only child that didn't have powers in a family of metahumans. Today you got kidnapped by a supervillain... and none of your family came to the rescue.”

I wrote a whole thing so if yall would like to read it lmk and I’ll post it

[anthonycrowley]

Hiii if you don't mind explaining, what's a source code and how can it upset Tumblr so much?? I'm baffled

yeah so before i go into this please note that i don’t know a TON about this particular subject, just enough to say ‘okay this is probably what’s happening here.’ i have a decent amount of coding experience for my job, but it’s a completely different kind (mine is for data analysis, this is web design) and my compsci coding experience (which i needed for my degree) is intro level and a number of years out of date. if anyone has a better idea of what happened or can explain it better please feel free, this is only my speculation.

so, basically every image you have is, at its core, a code. when you view an image, you’re obviously not seeing the original image, you’re seeing an image that someone else (or yourself) uploaded to the internet, and the way that it appears on your device is that the browser/app/program/whatever tells your phone through coding how to render the image on your device, so we as humans can view them as they’re meant to be seen. that’s not super relevant to the overall ‘why,’ but it’s important to remember. every image is, at its core, numbers.

now. before we get more into the weeds, two things - 1. i got this hunch from watching that video i linked which talked about an image that can crash phones, and frankly he’s much better at explaining how images can mess with codes than i am, so if you want a better understanding i would recommend watching that first. it’s not perfect and obviously doesn’t completely apply to what we’re talking about, but it’s a good background primer for what i’m going to say. and 2. THIS SHOULD NOT HAVE HAPPENED. under any circumstances. i mean, first of all, the likelihood of this is. statistically. just it’s absolutely impossible. the idea is making my brain break a little, because the tl;dr of it is that i think a line somewhere in the source code of the image matches the code within tumblr that you access when you delete your account. do you know how unlikely that is? can you even comprehend how unlikely that is that an image JUST HAPPENS to contain the code that can route tumblr to instadelete your entire account? it’s one in a billion. one in a trillion. one in a number greater than i could even comprehend. unless, of course, brianna somehow went through the source code of tumblr, edited the source code of the image to match it, and then used it to nuke her blog. but i why would she do that and also even if she could do that - no offense brianna, but i don’t think you picked up computer programming when i wasn’t looking - i don’t COMPLETELY know if that’s possible. anyway. and even if it DID somehow happen, tumblr should have stopgaps in order to not allow code in images to effect the way the website runs. like. my god. if we ever needed more proof tumblr is broken this is it.

so. like i said. images, at their core, are a series of numbers and lines of code that your computer or phone reads in order to properly render them so a human being can view them properly. there’s ways to view this code, but frankly i don’t care and being able to view it isn’t. COMPLETELY relevant here either. what is is that another thing that runs off of code is when you click on an element in a web browser. the reason we can use point-and-click cursors is because there is a back end running of code when we click things. you CAN still use a console (i have for various things in the past, 0/10 would not recommend unless you absolutely have to) but most of what normal internet users who don’t have a background in tech do is just. use the mouse or our finger and trust that the web developers or computer programmers have created a platform that gets us to where we need to go. which works. 99.9999999% of the time. this was the 0.00000001%, however.

now, usually what happens when this doesn’t work is that there’s just an element that’s incompatible with your OS or your webpage or whatever. however - and this is where we get fully into theory as to what happened, because i can’t prove this - this went a step further. it was compatible. it was too compatible.

my GUESS as to what happened is some line in the image’s source code matches the code that tells tumblr that you want to permadelete your entire account, yes you just pressed ‘yes’ when they asked are you sure. instantly everything is gone. and the problem is computers are. kind of dumb. they read the code and they execute. they can’t look at the code and go ‘that makes no sense, it’s coming from an image, not that neat button someone programmed!’ it’s our job as logical humans to go ‘no computer, don’t do that’ but we also can’t really read the code that’s embedded in the image, and we don’t know what code is executed when we press that button, and even if we did the codes are kind of too long to parse out the problem anyway, at least at a glance. so what happens is we upload the image, press ‘post,’ some back end code is executed to put the image on tumblr dot com, in the execution it calls up ‘delete account’, and poof, there goes your blog, until it can properly be recovered by an admin.

again, i cannot stress enough how unlikely this is to happen. you have to coincidentally have an image code that happens to correspond with the (probably only mobile, but it might be desktop as well) code that runs when you click ‘delete blog’. and then runs when you hit post. and, again, this isn’t a subject i’m well versed in, but i don’t even know if these two elements are in the same language. if they aren’t it would be like if i was speaking english and someone from france randomly guessed the word i was thinking of and it just happened to have the same spelling as the word i was thinking of but a completely different meaning. if not more random because these are completely randomly generated lines of numbers and letters. but the fact is it did happen. insanity.

that’s. more or less what i THINK happened. again, i can’t prove this, and someone else may be able to have a better explanation, or explain what i mean better.

SO. WHAT ELSE CAN WE INFER FROM THIS?

1. screenshots are fine. when you take a screenshot of the image, the source data is changed. it would be like taking a picture of a photograph on your computer with your phone, the source is now that new image. this is also how i figured out the problem is PROBABLY the source data and not tumblr reading something in the image as nsfw - if it was, the program that they use would likely still read it as nsfw even in a screenshot, because it’s looking at the pixels colors etc. it was fine when i screenshotted because the data that deleted your account was then gone.

2. i don’t know how brianna first uploaded the image, or uploaded it the other two times she was deleted, but i know i uploaded it on my phone, which is what caused it to delete. this MIGHT only be a problem on mobile, because my guess is the coding is different on mobile than it is on desktop. i could be wrong and i don’t want to check though.

3. likewise, my GUESS is if you reblog the image, it’s probably fine. the code seems to be executed when you UPLOAD. brianna told me i had a few minutes after uploading it, but for me it was seconds between when i hit post and when i couldn’t access anything. what’s important to note for this is i JUST got a new phone, like, two days ago, and i was on my home’s high speed internet. brand new device + high speed data = quicker image upload time = less time between when i hit ‘post’ and when the Bad Code is executed = less time before i say bye bye to my blog. again, this is a theory, but i THINK it’s true. if you really want to check i have the original picture that caused the problem now on my blog. feel free to reblog it and report back, but if you do consider yourself a scientist and don’t get mad at me if i’m wrong.

4. if this isn’t already fixed, i would think it will be soon. it’s not even a hard fix from the back end, i would imagine. they just need to add a little bit of code and this should stop. and that’s now, once we’ve already found an image that does this. hopefully the programmers on this website will create a line of code that says to stop running that particular permadelete if it comes from an image, and, again, the likelihood of this happening again is absolutely mind boggling. so.

anyway that’s my take on the situation.

[ah-ga-seven]

No More Pain | Jung Jaehyun

Pairing: Jung Jaehyun x Fem!reader 

Synopsis: The lingering wounds of your miscarriage have reopened. Now that you are broken up, an unforseen change in Jaehyun’s life has brought him back to your doorstep. Will he be able to fix you this time? Or will he fail just the same as before?

Genre: Angst, One Shot. 

Warnings: mentions of the reader having a miscarriage, depression, alcohol addiction and heartbreak.

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Probably one of the heaviest angsts I’ve written. I know the subject is rough but the idea came from a dream so I just had to write it down.

This was a different kind of pang to your heart.

You’ve had your fair share of tragedies, heartbreaks and disappointments, but this…

This feeling was nothing like anything you’ve ever felt before and quite frankly, you wouldn’t wish this upon your greatest enemy.  

It was a Thursday night, one like many where you decided to stay in and recharge from a busy day at your demanding job.

You were seated on your couch with a hot cup of tea as you mindlessly scrolled through your Instagram feed. Completely wrapped in the warmth of your favorite fleece blanket. But even the thick fluffy material couldn’t protect you from the cold shivers that ran down your spine.

You blankly stare at the post your best friend forwarded to you via dm and stiffened.  

Memories of the night you miscarried 4 months into your pregnancy flood back to you as you stare at his comment.

You remembered how broken he looked when the doctor couldn’t find the baby's heartbeat anymore.  

You remembered how he held you as you cried in his arms, promising that he’d love you just the same as he tried to console you to his best ability while suffering himself.

You remembered the pain and the relief of having Jaehyun by your side through it all. Glad that even though your life was about to change forever, he’d be the one constant thing you could rely on.

You remembered all of these moments like they happened yesterday, wishing future you could mentally prepare past you for what was going to be the hardest time in your life.  

The man who swore never to leave you did just that, and not even 6 months into his new relationship, your biggest insecurity was made into a reality.  

He had moved on for good, and even though you have no ill feelings towards him, you can’t help but feel anger over sadness right now.  

It was that easy to replace you. And that easy for him to find someone that could give him what you couldn’t.

Even though your miscarriage wasn’t the direct cause of why he left, the effects of the incidence on your mental health dragged him down with you. So both of you felt it’d be better to part ways for the sake of not wanting to hate or resent each other in the end.  

But God…you hated and resented him now more than ever.  

It didn’t matter to you that both of you started to date new people, because a part of you always held on to the fact that you’d somehow find your way back to each other, though the probability of that ever happening again turned to ash.

Your miscarriage broke you.  

No appetite for weeks, no motivation to get yourself out of bed and no cure for the monsters in your head who told you that Jaehyun was only sticking around out of pity for your broken state.

That same insecurity is what drove him into the arms of the women he told you not to worry about, and now they’re having a fucking child together.  

Knowing that that should’ve been you was a thought that was just too much to bear right now. You suddenly feel sick to your stomach, tears prickling your eyes as you rub the spot on your belly where the mini bump used to be 8 months ago.

You were finally doing better, thriving in your job and social life. Meeting new people and dating a few loose ends here and there, but you can already feel yourself spiraling back into old depressional habits as you stare at the picture once more.  

You pettily decide to like it, hoping it would spark interest from none other than your ex, and much to your surprise, it did.

Not even 20 minutes later your phone started to buzz on the counter as you poured yourself a glass of wine. You mindlessly retrieve it, expecting it to be your best friend but when you see his name as you take a sip you almost choke.

Is he serious?

You try to come up with what to say for the next 3 to 5 minutes but nothing in your head seems to translate your exact feelings to your fingertips.

You sigh in agony while leaning over on your kitchen counter with your phone still in your hands, reading his messages over and over again. You subconsciously start to bite your lip in deep thought, getting startled by your ringtone as your phone starts to ring in your grasp.

“Fuck,” you mumble to yourself, taking a big chug of the alcoholic beverage in front of you, putting on the bravest face and straightest posture to make yourself feel better before accepting the call.  

You knew you didn’t have to answer, but you were dying to hear what he had to say under these circumstances.  

“Y/N? Is that you?” His voice was unchanged. You didn’t know why, but you expected him to sound different, be different. Yet the same worry he’s always had for you was evident in his tone this time as well.

You clear your throat to avoid a voice crack and sigh. “Congratulations,” you tried to sound as genuine as you could, but you knew you sounded like shit.  

You start to play with the ends of your hair out of anxious anticipation, waiting for him to respond on the other end of the line.  

“I meant to tell you,” he starts. “I just…I didn’t know how and Chaeyoung suddenly uploaded the picture and-”

“Jae…please spare me the details,” you interrupt him. Saying his name like you used to felt like speaking a foreign language. He stayed quiet upon hearing your voice again and let out a frustrated sigh.

“Do you still live in the same apartment in Itaewon?” he suddenly asks, immediately alerting you to stand up straight because he could only be asking for one reason and one reason only.

“Y-yes.”

“Good, I’m on my way.”

Just like that, he hung up and just like that your heart rate starts to race uncontrollably.  

You down the remnants of your wine glass and hope he’s isn’t too close because your place looked far from neat. For the next 15 minutes, you run around, shoving things into random cabinets. Whether those items belonged there or not was the least of your concern and just as you fluff the last pillow on your couch, your doorbell rings.

You take a deep breath, calming your nerves as you walk up to your front door, taking it off the lock before you open it with a dramatic swing.

There he was. Jung Jaehyun.

As beautiful and put together as he always looked, no matter the circumstance. You forget how to breathe when you lay eyes on him and gulp. It’s actually him.

His big dark orbs widened as he laid eyes on you after months of not seeing you. His facial expression softened, slowly parting his lips to speak but you beat him to it when you broke out of your trance.  

“What are you doing here?” your shoulders fall as you look into his eyes for answers. The same eyes that once looked at you with so much love and adoration, but right now his pupils were stressfully darting back and forth, trying to read you like he used to be able to but he had no idea what you were feeling right now.

“Because I feel like shit y/n. Please let me in and let me explain,” he pleaded with a defeated tone.

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “What is there to explain? You knocked up your girlfriend and finally got what you wanted. Why bother coming here? To rub it into my face?”  

Your plan of staying calm and collected went completely out the window just now and you could tell by the shock on his face that he did not expect you to be angry with him.

He took a step forward, backing you into your own hallway. His height towered over you when you stepped back and without looking back he closed the door behind him.

“Y/n. I would never purposely do that to you. Ever.” You ignore his statement, narrowing your eyes at him.

“I don’t remember inviting you in Jaehyun. Does she even know you’re here?”

You hold your ground, crossing your arms over your chest as you wait for him to counter your attack, but he simply shook his head. Knowing damn well that you’re acting tough just so you won’t get emotional.  

As he’s scanning the premises, his eyes linger on the red wine bottle on your kitchen counter and with a look of utter disbelief, he averts his attention back on you.

“You’re drinking again?” he asks with an almost condescending tone.  

“Did you come here to practice your parenting skills because no thanks Jae, please leave,” you bite back as coldly as you could, but he wasn’t having it.

“That shit almost killed you and you’re just casually drinking again?” He runs his hand through his locks out of pure frustration, not knowing what to do with the misplaced feeling of still caring for you just the same, while also knowing he has no business to tell you how to live your life.

The truth is, Jaehyun had no idea what he was doing here. Everything about the situation felt wrong and he couldn’t lie to himself any longer. Ever since Chaeyoung told him she was pregnant; he couldn’t be fully happy about it. He couldn’t commit to fatherhood knowing how much it broke your relationship. How much it broke the women he loved most to this day.

“A little red wine didn’t hurt anyone,” you mumble under your breath and that comment alone send Jaehyun’s emotions into overdrive, unable to hide his disappointment and worry for you any longer.

“IT HURT YOU Y/N. DAMN IT!” He raised his voice at you as he roughly grabbed your arm to make you look at him, which is the last thing you expected. He wasn’t mad at you. He was mad at himself. Mad at the fact that he wasn’t there when you needed him most and mad at the fact that this is what your lives had come to.

You might have previously dealt with your pain by drinking, and you might have mindlessly mixed your anti-depressants with your drink once, which…just might have earned you a trip to the hospital, but that was your lowest low and you made sure it’d never happen again.

You beat your demons by yourself when he had already moved on, so he had no place to waltz back into your life when he felt like it, just to judge you.

You’re absolutely fuming by now because of that same reason and much to your dismay you feel new tears well up in your eyes.  

“NO, YOU HURT ME!” you yell back at him as you smack his chest, the salty droplets streaming down your face as you kept hitting his chest to make him feel your pain. “YOU LEFT ME.”

Your knees got weak and you knew you looked absolutely pathetic as you crouched down in front of him. Shock took over his features as he got down on his own knees just as quickly, pulling you into the comfort of his arms. The warmth that you used to call home and the warmth that always seemed to calm you down engulfed you completely, a feeling your favorite fleece blanket from before could hardly imitate.  

He patted your head with assuring strokes, whispering sweet nothings to you as he held you on the floor of your apartment. Letting you sob the pain away in his black shirt. “Shhh, it’s okay…” he kissed the top of your head, caressing your cheek as he wiped away your tears.

You calmed down slowly, ignoring the suffocating ache in your head and heart while he made you feel safe and sound like he always did. You sat there like that for God knows how long, letting your minds go into overdrive as silence comforted the both of you.  

Ironically enough, this scenery was the exact same as the one in the hospital 8 months ago. You cried in his arms just like this when you had lost your child, but now you were crying because you had lost him. For good now.  

“I would never purposely plan to have a baby this quickly y/n, you have to believe me. Chae was on birth control but it just…happened,” he whispers, finally breaking the agonizing silence.

You stay quiet, closing your eyes to the sound of his low voice, letting his words register. “I was going to tell you. I was planning to ask you out for a coffee but as soon as she passed her first trimester, she was just so excited and made the announcement…it was just bad timing.”

“All of this is bad timing,” you mumble, which made him nod in agreement. He sighed into your hair as he continued to explain. “Y/n, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t care for you anymore. I wish things were different, but they simply aren’t and I’m sorry.”

You sniff, dabbing your tears and your nose with the sleeves of your blouse before looking up at him through your lashes.

“You don’t have to apologize for moving on and being happy Jaehyun. It’s all I ever wanted for you.” You wipe the single tear that remained on the corner of his eye, not having realized that he shed a few tears himself too.

He leaned into your touch as he looked into your eyes before closing them, leaning his forehead onto yours while taking a deep breath.  

“I just want you to be ok.” He says suppressing a sob. “I can’t live this picture-perfect life knowing that you’re in pain y/n. It makes no sense; you deserve so much more it’s not fair.”  

Your lip starts to quiver as his words hit you, and you build up the courage to look at him again.  

He stared at you longingly and lovingly for the first time since forever and you knew a mistake was about to be made when he inched his face closer to you, but it was too late.

His lips made contact with yours and you completely gave in. Letting him lead you into a slow yet passionate kiss that took both of your breaths away.  Before things could get more heated, you realize what was happening and froze.

You take a hold of his wrists as you pull away, your eyes staring into his equally electrified ones as you recompose yourselves.

“I-I’m sorry,” he started. “I should’ve never confused you like that. Fuck. What the fuck am I doing.” He covers his mouth as he got up. Frustrated with his own behavior, he digs his fingernails into the palms of his hands to suppress the urge to swing at your door or any other object in sight for that matter.

You get up just as quickly as well. Straightening out your clothes before shaking off the nerves of what just happened.  

You take a deep breath followed by a shaky exhale as you opened your front door, turning around on your heels to look at an equally distressed Jaehyun.

He was about to speak; about to confess that he still loved you, but you stopped him by raising your hand, motioning for him to keep whatever he was about to say to himself.

Your eyes find his own and you take one last glance at the man that was supposed to be the pillar to your family. The man you used to call yours, and the man that you had hoped to still have a future with, despite everything.  

But you knew better.

You knew what was right and you knew what you had to do before things would start to spiral out of control again.

You stepped aside so he could pass by you, trying to avoid eye contact all while you could still feel his burning stare lingering on your fragile state.

You swallow harshly, licking your lips before you spoke as clearly and steadily as you could.

“For the sake of your family, please leave Jae…and never come back.”  

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YOU MAY NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK ANYWHERE!!!

This is a imagine I made on my Wattpad that hasn't been released yet so I posted it here. @ivnasfilm is my wattpad btw!

Warnings: Fluff? Smut? Sexual interactions, language, cockblocking, Ward Cameron mentions, grinding, mentions of sex

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"Are your parents home?"

"No, they're at Thornton's for a couple hours."

"Sarah and Wheezie, too?"

"Yes," Rafe replied to his questioning girlfriend, Y/n. The duo have been dating for a year now. Y/n has been inside Rafe's house many times. She met him through her brother Kelce. He was pretty worried about it at first, but eventually Kelce would've had to get over it because Y/n is 18. She's a legal adult. She can do whatever the hell she wants.

They got closer by attending parties together, spending days at the country club, golf course. Sometimes even just sitting and talking at the beach. It was more than enough for both of them and they enjoyed it all. They made it official by attending Midsummers together. It was a pretty big deal to them since every single Kook would now know that Rafe Cameron officially had a girlfriend.

The first time she met Sarah, they hit it off pretty well. Did sleepovers, painted nails, read magazines about hot guys. Basically girly stuff. Even took fun trips on the Cameron's boat to get away from their boyfriends. They became best friends and truly loved each other's company.

Just like Rafe enjoyed Y/n's.

"Sooo, can I come inside?"

He leant his head back against the car seat. Staring at the girl who was sitting in the driver side of her vehicle. "Can you come inside?"

"Yeah, or- do you want me to?"

The mood in the car lightened as their talk became less questioning and more seductive. Y/n leaning over the center console, her breath hitting Rafe's face in all the ways he likes. Her hand reached over, brushing against his thigh.

"Do I even have to answer that?"

She shook her head at the Cameron before connecting their lips. Softly and gentle was how it was starting off, before Rafe placed his hand onto the zipper of her jeans.

"Not in here. Let's go inside."

"Okay."

The couple exited the car, Y/n making sure to lock it, and headed inside the house. Rafe using his own key to get indoors. They ran up the steps to Rafe's room, shutting the door behind them. Y/n removed her maroon crew neck, sitting herself on Rafe's bed as he removed his t-shirt.

He gently pushed her down sliding his heavier body between her legs. Leaving little kisses from her chest and up. He knew better than to give her hickeys on the neck because of Kelce so he avoided that.

His hand ran itself up and down her waist, giving it a small squeeze. They liked skin pressure. Tension. They began moving upwards, pushing under her cami top. A cropped tank that protected your breast if you didn't want to wear a bra. She tend to wear them often when around Rafe for these special purposes. And today, she just got lucky.

His thumb grazed the side of her breast. "Can I take this off?"

"Mhm."

"Hey Rafe, I need a the U-"

Before he could continue, Wheezie came barging through the door. Covering her eyes. Rafe groaned at the fact that his sister didn't knock. Knowing whenever the door is closed, you knocked.

"Wheezie, we talked about this-"

"I know. I'm sorry. I keep forgetting," she sighed. "Hi, Y/n."

"Hi, Wheez."

"What do you need? Why aren't you at dinner with dad and Sarah?"

"Halfway through the dinner, Rose threw up because Topper's parents made snail and she didn't like it. She made an excuse saying she was probably coming down with the flu. So we came back early."

"What did the Thornton's say?" Y/n asked. Intrigued by this hilarious story as Rafe put back on his shirt.

"Nothing. Just that we should head home just incase they could catch whatever it was."

"That sounds awesome!"

"Yeah, I know. Hey, wanna see the video."

"Oh absolutely," Y/n exclaimed, getting up from Rafe's bed. He sighed as he watched the two girls laugh at the gross vomiting. Althought part of him was glad Y/n was getting along with his little sister. "That's freaking gross. Cool. Like really cool. But gross."

"Yeah, i'm gonna upload it to my Instagram."

"Tag me?"

"Obviously."

"Awesome! Thanks."

Rafe stood. "So, what did you need?"

"I need the USB cord to connect my phone and laptop to upload the video in a file just in case dad and Rose make me take it down."

He huffed out his breath, walking over to his desk. He opened the top drawer, pulling out a mid-length white cord, handing it to his sister. She thanked him and tried to leave, but Rafe stopped her at the doorway. Death glaring her.

"I'm not gonna tell anyone. Chill out. Not like I wanna talk about it and picture it again."

"We weren't doing anything."

"I may be young, but I'm not stupid."

"She's got a point," Y/n agreed. Wheezie fist bumped her and left. Rafe shutting the door behind her. He turned to Y/n who just shrugged at the annoyed boyfriend of hers.

He smiled as he walked up to her, pushing his face close to hers. "Now, where were we?"

"You tell me."

He chuckled, the vibration against her lips sending chills down her whole body. He kissed her seductively like he did once before. This time Y/n pushed Rafe down onto the large bed, enough room for her to switch that position.

Her hands rested on his ribs as she grinded her clothed area against his member. A moan escaped her lips as a huff left his. The jeans in between them horrifying this exciting interaction.

She swayed her tongue and lips against his neck. His eyes rolling to the back of his head, letting out a grunt. She scooted down a few inches so she wasn't sitting directly on top of his belt.

"God, these pants got to go."

"So do yours."

She undid the strap of his waistline. Next thing was unbuckling his pants. She undid the button that lied above the zipper before grabbing the loose metal tab, pulling it down it's line.

"Rafe, dad needs you downsta- HOLY SHIT!"

"OH MY GOD," he groaned out loud. Y/n pushed herself off the dirty blonde, landing beside him. Sarah stood in the doorway, eyes covered, laughing.

"Stop laughing."

"You guys were totally about to do it," she sang as she pointed between them.

"Shut up, Sarah."

"Dad wants you. Said something about the golf course or country club. One of the two. I don't know," she shrugged as she sat beside Y/n. Rafe looked to his girlfriend.

"I'll be right back. You," he pointed to Sarah. "Be gone before i'm back."

"Will do, dickeroo."

Rafe left downstairs as Sarah turned to Y/n and smiled with eyebrows raised. "What are you staring at?"

"Uh...you. Were you guys about to have sex? Since when?"

"Well our first time together was months ago. Like 3 or 4."

"When we were first friends, you said you never planned on having it until you're married. Since when has that changed?"

She shrugged. "Since I met Rafe."

"You guys are too adorable. Well you, not him. Can't stand him."

"Yeah, I know. Sometimes I can't stand Kelce. I wanna kill him."

"Yeah, well let me get going before Rafe tries to kill me." (No pun intended)

She hugged Y/n before leaving the room, just as Rafe walked back in. This time locking the door before shutting it. "That is the last interruption for the night. I told everyone I was going to bed."

"Well, good cause I am trying to get my freak on," she laughed as he jumped back onto of her. Finishing what they've been trying to start.

Thanks for reading!!!

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NCT being whipped for miyazu aria for seven minutes ;

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[ NCT 127 Takes a Friendship Test ; Glamour 2020 ]

offscreen: “So, what was your first impression of Aria?” 

Aria pressed herself into Doyoung’s side briefly, muttering a translation of the question into his ear. They had been briefed on the questions beforehand anyway, but she wanted to make sure he understood before he began answering - just in case he had forgotten.

Doyoung tilted his head down to Aria, a mischievous grin making its way onto his face; and it was only then, that Aria remembered exactly how the two had met in the first place. 

Aria started to flush, shaking her head rapidly and burying her face into her hands. “Oh god no,” she whined. 

Doyoung laughed at her, pulling her into his side with an arm over her shoulder and holding her there while he began speaking. 

“Ah, Aria? We met for the first time when Aria was still tiny - well, tinier,” 

“Hey!” 

“And,” Doyoung continued on, laughing, “I had left my jacket in one of the practice rooms. It was a gift from my hyung, so I had gone back to get it even though it was really late. But when I went in to get it, I found Aria, sitting on the floor in the dark with it over her lap instead.” 

At this point, Aria had fully buried her face into Doyoung’s chest, in a futile attempt to hide her reddened cheeks. “I thought it belonged to one of my friends,” she weakly protested, embarrassed by the laughs of the staff members behind the camera. “You scared me when you came in!” 

“You stole my jacket!” 

Aria sent a withering look to the camera. 

“Czennie. Doyoung-oppa doesn’t care if I freeze, I want you to remember this.”

Doyoung gaped at her, yanking her back into his arms with an offended gasp, “Yah, you brat that’s a lie.”

Aria began sliding to the floor, letting her arms go boneless and limp. “You don’t love me!”

Doyoung started to stop with her, trying to hold her up in his arms. “Aria, Aria don’t sit on the floor it’s dirty, get up-”

The music of the other idol groups played quietly through the green room’s speakers, a small television setup in the upper right hand corner allowing the idols inside to monitor the performances outside. 

Renjun tossed a half full water bottle over to Jisung, who was sitting on the floor beside the sofa where Jaemin, Jeno and Aria were; all three of them looking elated yet exhausted. 

Ridin’ was a choreography heavy dance, and although Aria hadn’t many lines in this particular song, she was still struggling to push through the residual pain in her lower back. She had strained it earlier on in the month, pushing herself too far with too little preparation during rehearsals and was paying the price for it.

Most of Aria’s time in the greenroom before their performance was spent ensuring the other boys that yes, she was ok to perform and no, she wasn’t going to sit this one out.

The boys begrudgingly accepted her protests; but that hadnt stopped Jeno ever-so-carefully tugging her onto the sofa once they returned to the greenroom post-performance, gently pushing her to lie her head down on Jaemin’s lap and bringing her legs up into Jeno’s. 

Jisung had wandered over later, eyes stuck to his phone screen but he willingly sacrificed his left hand to hold onto Aria’s when she hissed at the knot Jeno was trying to knead out of her lower back.

Jaemin shushed her softly, running a hand through her hair and untangling strands with his fingers. When Aria’s eyes had clenched shut and a whimper broke out from between her lips, Jeno’s hands froze in their movements, instantly bending closer to whisper apologizes.

“No, no it’s okay,” Aria said, attempting to prop herself up. 

Jaemin pressed her back down, her head staying in his lap. “Stop it, let Nono help.”

She knew that there was something more to say, but having awknowledged that their current circumstances were not the best to have such a discussion, he settled for carding a hand through her hair again. 

Aria let her eyes drift closed, hand still curled in Jisung’s, and legs pillowed in Jeno’s lap. 

Who’s name do you think matches their appearance? 

Kun pressed his lips together, thinking. 

“Hm, all of the members put a lot of thought into their stage names, so they all fit very well,” he hummed, eyes flickering between the paper and the camera. 

He took in a breath, clearly torn. 

“Ah!” he exclaimed, looking up to the camera. “Aria, her name fits her really well; Akari is such a beautiful name and it compliments her personality perfectly. She’s really like a fruit sometimes - she’s always cheerful and energetic, like she’s on a constant sugar rush. Very sweet.” the smile that overtook Kun’s features was nothing sort of soft. 

He quickly scribbled down Aria’s name in Hangul, before rolling the pen into the middle of his palm and straightening up again.

“Yiyang, is her Chinese name - she asked me to give her one last year. And you shouldn’t listen to Winwin, her full name is Qian Qiuyue, ok?”

Kun was laughing at himself now, picking back up the pen and moving to read the next question.

a/n: i know mr qian kun did NOT just say aria was fruity. 

aria nct lgbt sub-unit confirmed

Renjun was sat beside Aria on a single piano stool, shoulders pressed together as she leaned forwards to try and make sense of the notes written on the pages in front of her. 

“You know the basics, right?” Renjun questioned, hand coming out to flip forward in the music book a few pages. The single crotchet notes quickly turned into more complex rhythms, and from the side of his vision he could see Aria paling slightly.

He turned his head to look at her, “Riri, c’mon I know you know more than Mary had a Little Lamb, you can’t stay at beginner level forever.”

“Yes I can.” Aria sulked. 

Renjun sighed. “You were the one who asked me to teach you.” 

“Yes! When I thought it would be easier than this, my fingers just don’t do what they’re meant to do!”

“That’s why I’m here!” Renjun cut off her tirade. “I’m not going to laugh at you if you make mistakes - you’re learning, and everyone makes mistakes when they’re learning.”

“Promise?”

He ruffled her hair slightly, “Promise. Now here, look, this one isn’t difficult you’ll manage this one fine.”

“Injunnie.”

“Mm?”

“-nevermind, okay just. How do I?”

Renjun lifted his hands onto the keys of the piano, showing her the placement of her fingers and getting her to copy him. Aria did so, and then he was running her slowly, step-by-step through the first few bars of the piece, catching her when she played dud notes and clapping softly when she played through without stuttering. 

Soon enough, Aria was playing a simplistic but solid melody line with her right hand, basic accompanying chords with her left, and Renjun was staring at the side of her face; head tilted slightly to the left and a small, barely-there proud glint in his eye. 

 [BUBBLE UPDATE 210205 ]

ARIA~~

czennie

i heard about the tiny horse

do u think they’d let me get one

if i asked nicely??

“Jae, Jae! Jaehyun!” Aria coughed out the older boy’s name, throwing a glare over her shoulder. “If you insist on leaning your entire bodyweight on me, please don’t throttle me in the process.”

The man only sent a weak apologetic grin her way before his feet slid out from underneath him and he was left grappling at the small girl yet again. 

“You know when you said you wanted me to teach you ice-skating I didn’t know this was how you were planning on murdering me. If I have to die, I’d rather go out with a bang - ya’know? Not death by groupmate, that’s borinG-” Aria’s voice wobbled as she was pulled yet again. 

“Sorry, sorry,” Jaehyun apologized, going so far as to take his hands off her shoulders. “I think I’ve got it now.”

He made it another few steps forward before he was tossed off balance by an eight year old boy rushing past, startling him to the point of jumping backwards.

When Jaehyun’s legs went from underneath him, he flailed his arms in a futile attempt to regain his balance - one of the windmilling arms catching Aria’s extended hands in the process. 

Aria let out a shriek as her skates went as well, tumbling backwards. Her head would have made a harsh impact onto the ice - no arms ready to catch her fall - if it wasn’t for Jaehyun’s hand catching the back of her neck and taking the brunt of the impact. 

Lying on the ground, Jaehyun coughed out a laugh, Aria staring him down. 

All too soon though, Aria joined him in the laughter, head still pillowed on Jaehyun’s arm and the pair of them still lying on their backs on the ice.

“Hello everyone, today I’m with my favourite baby, say hi baby!”

Ten’s grin was audible in his words as he spoke to Aria, who waved before opening her mouth. “Your favourite baby?” 

Ten cooed, “Yes, my favourite baby,” while crossing the floor of the practice room to throw his arms around Aria. 

He rocked her side to side, pressing kisses to the top of her head. 

“And what makes me your favourite? You know Yangie won’t be pleased if he hears he’s been replaced,” Aria lifted her head to look up at Ten. 

“You accept the title of my baby, and are therefore my favourite. You don’t fight my love.” Ten shakes her dramatically side to side, mourning the one-sided relationship. 

Aria only patted his head in solace. “It’s ok. If it’s any consolation the only reason I don’t fight your hugs is because you’re faster than I am.”

Ten let out a pained gasp. “Betrayed by both my babies. How ever will I survive!”

Aria tried to pry his arms away from her shoulders that were shaking with barely-suppressed laughter, worming her way out from his embrace. Ten only tightened his hold, going limp and dragging her onto the floor.

“No...” Ten cried, “I’m dying...”

Aria’s laughter turned to shrieks when he began to tickle her stomach on the skin that was showing from where her t-shirt had lifted up from the movement. 

“No no no no stop Ten, TEN stop I’m sorry I take it back I take it baaack-” 

“Say it!” Ten demanded, unrelenting. 

“I’m your baby! I’m your baby I’m sorry I’m sorry!” Aria was rolling away from his hands, trying to escape but Ten only turned to lie flat on top of her. 

“Exactly.”

a/n: nct world 2.0 gave us so much content of the boys loving aria im :’( smth in the water made aria super cuddly this time around i think she’s after all of their hearts 

- aria collecting nct members like pokemon cards

Immediately after Jungwoo’s defeat, Aria sidestepped to behind Lucas where she fisted her hands in his shirt. 

“Aria! You’re next!” The presenter called out, and soon all the members in OFN has turned to face her. 

She poked her head around to see Yuta standing at the arm wrestling table already, tongue between teeth and grinning at her partially hidden form. 

Aria squeaked and ducked back behind Lucas. “Noo,” she moaned, already knowing what was going to happen.

To their credit, Johnny and Jungwoo tried their best to bolster her spirits before she emerged, but Aria still shuffled up to the table with her head tucked down, paying no attention to the calls of support from the boys behind her. 

Yuta rolled his sweater sleeve up again, and Aria looked up to meet his eyes.

“Onii-chan~” she tried, biting her lip to stop the laughter from bursting out. 

Yuta brought a hand up to his mouth before turning away, eyes wide. Aria could hear the cheers of cute! from her teammates behind her; Yuta’s teammates doing their level best to convince him not to cave under Aria’s widened eyes. 

“Onii-chan, you know I’m not very strong,” Aria made sure to heighten her voice’s register a bit, and stuck out her bottom lip, “Can you go easy on me?” 

Aria could hear Mark calling out to Yuta to not fall for it.

“Yah!” Aria dropped her voice back to her normal register, yelling out to Mark. “Stop it this is all I have!” 

The laughter was heard from across the field from the members in the tents, and Aria was left to sadly shuffle her way closer to the table and interlink her hand with Yuta’s. 

He sent her a consoling smile, the referee blew the whistle and then Aria was pushing with all her might against Yuta. Her legs came up like Renjun’s did, face scrunched up with the effort before the back of her hand met the plastic-covered table and Yuta was announced the victor. 

He quickly made his way around the table, wrapping Aria in a hug and picking her up to spin her around. Aria only giggled at him, sticking her tongue out at Ten who called Yuta out for fraternizing with the enemy.

Aria knew that a springboard worked off of your downward momentum, so it seemed perfectly logical to assume that if she barreled her bodyweight into the jump, then she would make it high enough to get over the 200cm vault. 

She’d made it over the previous heights with varying degrees of success, but the new towering height was throwing her off a bit. Cheers came from both her teammates sitting down beside the mat as well as the other members sitting in the shade. 

“Aria! Challenge accepted!” she called out, pumping her fist into the air. 

From the corner of her eye, Aria could see Johnny leaning forward with his hands on his knees, watching carefully as she ran up to the springboard. Lucas was in a similar position, was it not for the wide grin he sported.

Beginning her run she tried to use up as much speed as possible, sprinting to the vault before jumping with her feet together onto the springboard and allowing it to propel her up and over the vault.

However what she had failed to account for; was the length of her arms. 

Aria made it over the 190cm vault, but her fingertips barely scraped the top and it left her with a choice of either trying to become Superman and face-planting into the mat on the other side, or bringing her legs together prematurely and hope she didn’t lose a leg. 

She couldn’t hear the gasps that left everyone’s mouth once her hands missed the top of the vault, missing the way Lucas moved closer to the mat with a jerk forward. 

Bringing her legs closed, Aria swung her bodyweight forward and grappled behind her for the vault in a panic. A yelp left her mouth as her hand caught on the rung and she tucked it back into her body when her feet met the edge of the mat.

Unstable, Aria toppled backwards with her hands stretching out behind her again to prevent herself from falling. Her back landed against the vault, and she knocked it over, falling on top of the now-split pieces. 

Despite it all, Aria was laughing hysterically, hands coming up to cover her face as she tried to hide her flaming red cheeks. An arm extended to her and she hoisted herself out of the middle of the vault, soon coming to rub at her back.

“Does that count?” Aria could hear the presenters asking should she be disqualified for knocking over the vault even after landing, but she was more concentrated on the hand on her back that was guiding her to her other teammates, all clapping wilding and cheering. 

“You okay?” Lucas’ voice came in her ear, laughter but also concern audible in his tone. His hand was still rubbing slowly along her back, soothing the reddened skin underneath the t-shirt she was wearing. 

“Yeah I’m fine,” Aria let her head fall forwards as she laughed at the thought of the picture she must have looked, flailing as she barely made it over the vault. “I don’t know if I’ll make it over the next one though.”

“Ah it’s okay. I’ll knock it over too and then I can join you.”

The gate at the back end of the tunnel swung closed with a clang, everyone inside letting out a shout. 

Aria, having been standing in front of Johnny, tucked inside his coat while he back hugged her (she wasn’t built for the cold weather, and the denim jacket she wore was doing nothing to save her from hypothermia) let out a yelp and turned her face into Johnny’s chest.

Johnny pushed her behind him slightly as he turned around to look what had happened, and Aria clung to his waist while the others around them furrowed their eyebrows in confusion. 

Trapped?

a/n: and a bonus clip bc shes was so CUTE during mtopia i couldnt not 

In the emptied dining room, the SuperM members scattered around the different table set ups, searching for the coloured pieces of paper. Taeyong had wandered over to the food counter, while Ten had migrated towards the opposite end of the hall.

Baekhyun could see the other members in various locations; all apart from one. 

“Oh? Aria, where did you go?” 

The youngest member was no where to be found, and Baekhyun’s question gathered the attention of Taemin and Mark who were standing nearby. Mark tilted his head in a question, eyebrows lifted and then furrowed when he too looked around for the girl and couldn’t find her.

“I’m here!”

Baekhyun let out a small scream, jumping back from the table he was standing beside.

Beneath the tablecloth poked out Aria’s head, a sheepish smile on her face when she realized she’d scared her leader. 

“I thought there might be some clues underneath, so I wanted to check.” she explained, slowly shuffling out from underneath the table. 

“Baekhyun hyung did she scare you?” Jongin teased, as Taemin cooed over the adorable picture Aria made as she straightened up and brushed off the dust from her skirt. 

Baekhyun floundered, spluttering “What? No! I don’t get scared.” 

He puffed out his chest theatrically.

“Sorry oppa, I didn’t mean to scare you~” Aria said through suppressed laughter, coming over to hug him around the waist.

Baekhyun deflated slighty, “Ah, it’s okay,” he grumbled, petting her hair. 

thank you for watching ! - haechanieski

[kenjikutie]

There’s a sound on Tik tok called “by the sea” by cee and there’s a trend and you grab your significant other’s face and you kiss them when the kiss sounds happen (it sounds so weird typing lol I’m so sorry if you look it up it’ll make more sense) and for your headcannon night I was wondering how deku, Bakugo, Shinso, Denki, and Iida would react to their crush/s/o asking them to be in their tik tok and doing that one 🥺🥺

awww omg yes a tik tok trend ask!!! i need more of themmmm! also, my limit is four when it comes to headcanons so i had to leave out iida! im sorry!!

their s/o kissing them for a tik tok:

izuku:

- our baby boy would be doing homework in his dorm room when you showed up, a mischievous look in your beautiful eyes

- but, izuku would be completely naive and believe you had shown up to hang out with him or get help for class

- the two of you sat in comfortable silence before you unlocked your phone and turned on the sound, immediately catching your boyfriend’s attention

- he had an eyebrow quirked and a confused pout on his lips as he watched you come closer to him, the camera capturing his every expression

- when you finally pressed your lips to his, izuku nearly squealed but returned the kiss quickly, a bright red blush on his cheeks, too shocked to even ask why you had done that

- everyone thought izuku was super cute and it made you a lil jealous

katsuki:

- you could tell that your hothead of a boyfriend had been in a pretty bad mood ever since training had concluded, so, like any rational person, you decided to mess with him

- currently, he was pouting in the corner of his room, mumbling insults about nearly every one of his classmates

- clicking into tik tok, you felt a grin spread across your lips when you thought about how surprised he would be

- letting the sound play, as quietly as the volume would go, you snuck up behind your boyfriend and gripped onto his forehead, pulling his head back to sneak a quick kiss

- grunting, katsuki held you down before you could move away, deepening the kiss due to his frustrations

- let’s just say, you couldn’t upload that one

hitoshi:

- your boyfriend had been addicted to his video game console all morning and you were beginning to get very annoyed and very lonely

- he had promised you to be done almost two hours ago and now it was your turn to entertain yourself

- playing the song at full volume, you skipped over to your boyfriend and slid into his lap, booping his nose when he furrowed his brows at you

- opening his mouth to ask what you were up to, you slid your tongue into his mouth before pressing your lips to him to the beat

- shinsou rolled his eyes after you pulled away giggling

- “this is for that stupid tik tok thing, huh?”

- “maybe...”

denki:

- i can actually see denki being the one to do this to you

- you were probably in the middle of doing your homework, because Aizawa is a jerk and assigns boatloads every single night, when your boyfriend ran into your dorm

- the sound was already playing as he ran down the hallway and he quickly took your face in his hands and smashed his lips on yours, grinning like a mad man afterward

- you tried to catch him before he ran off but he was quicker, cheering happily that his idea had worked and that he had gotten a kiss from the best person in the world

- maybe you would have to get him back for that tomorrow

[joontier]

Subliminal in Scrubs | V2; report xiv 

pairings: dr. jeon jungkook x female reader

chapter rating: NC-17 | genre: humor, workplace relationships

warnings: none to note

word count: 2.4k

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“Do you really have to leave me?” you drag the words out as you chew your dinner, one you insisted on having inside Ayoung’s apartment on her last day. You even add a cute little pout afterwards, hoping that Ayoung might reconsider her moving last minute. 

“_________, that was literally the third time you asked me tonight. One more and I think I might change my mind.” 

You sit up straighter, an expectant look on your face. “Really?” 

“I’m afraid not, __________. I’m even surprised you kept asking when you literally helped me pack the last of my stuff. Shouldn’t you have been doing the opposite if you wanted me to stay?” 

You let out a rather unattractive burp and a pretty loud one at that, then you sigh again for the nth time tonight, knowing it’s going to be a while before you find another neighbor that is as unbothered by your poor table etiquette as Ayoung. 

Speaking of neighbors, a coworker’s face pops into your mind and you’re suddenly reminded of your embarrassing encounter with Jungkook just the other day in the very corridor just a door away from where you were seated. “By the way...that guy you brought over the other day…” 

“Oh him?” 

You brace yourself for the bad news, tilting your head towards Ayoung while you wait for her response. “Yeah, I don’t think he’ll be moving in anytime soon.” 

“Oh,” comes your reply, shockingly nonchalant enough to mask the joy of not having Jungkook as your neighbor. Giddy, you prod her on, wanting to hear the rest of the story. “Shame though, he was such a hottie.” 

“How did you even meet him in the first place?” 

“Just last week I went to a cafe to study and partly cure a hangover from the previous night, I checked the post I uploaded for new possible tenants and Jungkook...that’s his name by the way...he was one of the first who sent a message about wanting to see the apartment in person, so we agreed to meet up on a later date.” Ayoung pauses for a moment, stacking a box on top of another. 

“But just a few moments later while I was reading, this boy came up to me and asked if I was...well me and he told me he was Jungkook. Eventually, he asked if I was free because he mentioned that he had nothing else to do that day and he would’ve appreciated it if he got to see the place and have a drink at the same time.” 

There’s a funny look on her face and you raise a brow questioningly. “Have you ever seen a man more attractive in just sweats?” Oh Christ. 

“I mean, most guys would look like a hobo in those, plus he’s probably dumb for just walking around in sweats with only 25 degrees outside but damn.... You know only truly hot men can pull off looks like that. And he surely was packing.” Shocked to the core, you stare at her with your mouth hanging open, not wanting to believe all of these were coming from your sweet sweet Ayoung. Especially not when they’re about Jungkook. 

“So I thought, why not right? I guess the hot chocolate I made wasn’t the only thing that was warm that night…” A suggestive smirk graces her lips and you scoot farther away from her, absolutely scandalized. 

Much to your chagrin, your mind betrays you with rather raunchy images. Goosebumps line the skin on your arms as the embarrassment comes back to you in waves. “Gosh Jungkook, that little fucker.” 

Ayoung creases her brows. “You know Jungkook?” 

Crap. Ayoung wasn’t supposed to end up knowing this. 

“Yeah I know him. Sort of.” 

“Oh, too bad. It would have been great if he moved in so you won’t have to deal with a total stranger for a neighbor. Where do you know Jungkook from?” 

You contemplate for a moment, wanting to weigh if it would be of any benefit having to tell the story of how you met Jungkook. Ultimately, you ended up sharing a brief background, missing out on a few vital points aka Jungkook being a total prick. 

You help Ayoung bring down the rest of her stuff to the lobby, wanting to see her off. “I wanted to bring you to your new apartment but I’ve got an early shift tomorrow, and being late won’t be a good record this early in my job.” 

“It’s alright, silly.” Ayoung leans in for a hug. “We’ll see each other again soon, yeah?” 

“You’re making it sound like I’m moving overseas, stop it!” 

You wait until she gets inside the cab she booked, waving at the car’s rear until it fully disappears from your sight. 

The next day you wake up freezing your ass off, even with you wrapped in a duvet burrito. You take a peek outside your window, grunting as a blanket of snow envelops everything in sight. Everything is white, and the gray trails on the road are the only thing that distinguishes the street from the sidewalk. 

You do your morning routine fairly quickly, spending the rest of your spare time watching people outside your window while you finish your coffee. As a motorbike moves along the length of the street in front of your building, you silently wish the driver a safe trip, hoping he or she didn’t have to use such a vehicle in this weather. 

You take another sip and Jimin instantly enters your scrambled thoughts, remembering how he mentioned he uses a scooter to and from work. There’s a side of you that is assured the Jimin is responsible enough to know how risky it is to use a scooter during the winter. 

The other half of your brain, though, isn’t convinced. Quickly, you set your mug aside, replacing it with your phone and dialing Jimin’s number. He answers after three rings. “_________?” 

“Hey Jimin, I know it’s too early for me to be calling you but I was wondering if you were going to use your scooter on your way to work today?” 

“I was--” 

“Because if you were planning to, don’t. It’s snowing really hard outside and I’m worried you’ll be taking your friend’s scooter on the slippery road….Would you mind if I’ll offer you a ride?” 

You know you were risking a lot, with your own car - your very own Camry which you don’t even trust. It has aged gracefully, and was clearly nearing its end but you knew four wheels was better than two in this snow. 

“I don’t...but I also wouldn’t want you to come all the way here to pick me up when I can just take the subway? Or the bus maybe…” 

“Would you rather pick one that asks for a fare or a free ride?” 

“You’re not exactly giving me a choice here, _________.”

“Great! ‘Cause I’m already on my way to pick you up.” 

“Thank you for the ride, sunbaenim.” Jungkook pulls on the handbrake before setting his hands on the Porsche’s steering wheel for the last time.

‘Someday’, he says to himself, someday he’ll get a car of his own. Someday. 

“Thank you for also letting me drive your car…” 

“She’s a beaut isn’t she?” the younger doctor nods, wanting to rub his palms over the dashboard in fascination, but then he wouldn’t have wanted the senior resident to think he was some sort of lunatic. 

Jungkook decides to keep his hands on his lap instead. 

“You live around the area?” 

“Yeah, just a few blocks from the garage…” 

“Really? Which apartment do you live in? I’m quite familiar with the area.” 

Jungkook is hesitant to mention the name of the building knowing that the apartment complex he stays at most likely has a reputation because it’s the cheapest he could find around the area. 

Before the intern opens his mouth to reply, Seokjin’s phone rings just on time, the sound startling the latter. He opens the car door and alights from the vehicle to get more reception. Jungkook grabs his bag from the back and follows after shortly. Seokjin points to his phone, mouthing that Jungkook doesn’t need to wait for him, so the intern bows to his senior in gratitude, before heading off to the main building. 

As he passes a vending machine, he remembers he wasn’t able to bring his jug with him today so he approaches the machine, scanning other options he could take with his water. He comes across a small carton of banana milk and a thought crosses his mind, a smirk playing on his lips as he adds the beverage to his purchase. 

Jungkook hurries to the on-call room, hoping his tiny plan will fall into place. 

“Thanks for the ride, ________. I owe you so much already. You’re too kind.” 

You wave Jimin off, expressing your worry and how you thought you wouldn’t be able to handle your conscience if you didn’t ask about his mode of transportation to work today. Jimin gives you a warm smile in return. 

“You’re a good friend, _________.” Jimin leans over the center console and gives you an awkward side hug, catching you completely off guard. 

“Woops! Sorry! I didn’t… wasn’t…” Jimin has his hands waving around in the air as he tries to apologize for hugging you out of the blue. “It’s fine, Jimin,” you laugh as you put a hand on his shoulder to reassure him. “It’s fine. You don’t have to worry about it.”

Tilting your head outside, you tell him that you both should get going and that you’ll be heading to the toilet first to get changed. While Jimin heads to the surgery department, you make your way to the parking lot’s toilets, bumping into the one and only banana-milk-thief Jeon Jungkook. 

“Hi _________, good morning!” He chirps, the uncharacteristically wide smile on his face throwing you off for a moment. 

At least somebody woke up on the right side of the bed today. Jungkook chuckles, and you realize you weren’t supposed to say that out loud, but you’re somewhat proud that you did, making your sentiments towards the guy as clear as day. 

“Bit rich coming from you miss grumpypants.” 

Your mouth falls open. “Excuse me?” 

“You heard me, darling. See ya later....grumpy.” Before Jungkook leaves, he manages to give you a quick noogie, definitely messing up what’s left of the quick messy bun you made before leaving your apartment. 

Taking in a deep, long breath, you calm your nerves down, deciding today wasn’t going to be the day Jungkook was gonna get to you. 

After your brief encounter at the parking lot, Jungkook heads quickly to the on-call room and looks for a place inconspicuous but visible enough for you to see. He plucks a sticky note from a stack from the shelf just above the table and grabs his pen from his chest pocket. 

Jungkook folds the yellow square into half and writes your name on it, just in case nobody would dare take a carton of milk for someone named after a dwarf from Snow White.  He then sticks the note on the moist packaging, hopeful that the slight sheen of water will help stick the paper onto the carton.

Recognizing Jimin’s voice from the door, Jungkook quickly hides his peace offering behind the files on the table, and pretends he’s reading the patient’s charts before Jimin nears where he’s standing. You and Soomin enter the room shortly afterwards. 

“Just in time!” Namjoon says, adjusting the large frame of his glasses. “Right, as you may already know from the orientation, I’m Kim Namjoon, resident, and specializing in neuro. I’ll be guiding you all throughout admissions and reports this morning while I am waiting for my Chiari decompression scheduled in a few hours.” 

Namjoon gathers the rest of the surgical interns before proceeding to the wards to do rounds with the group. He partners with the head nurse and another doctor from the night shift, updating the patient’s condition before moving on to the others. 

As soon as his rounds are done, he leads the group back to the on-call room to brief the interns on using the EMR system to keep a patient’s chart updated at all times. To speed up the charting, he asks everyone to come up in pairs and update the patient records. 

True to the plan he’d come up with at the spur of the moment, Namjoon and the interns manage to get the job done quicker than expected. With the night shift’s updates already uploaded, the group disperses to carry out the orders and responsibilities.

Jimin, with his throat parched after having come up and down multiple flights of stairs, decides to return to the on-call room to get something to drink. He breathlessly pages Jungkook about it, telling him he’ll get back to his partner after drinking. 

He no longer waits for Jungkook’s okay, too thirsty to even think straight. As Jimin goes through his stuff, he realizes he must have forgotten his jug inside your car but having to call you about it would have been too bothersome for you and him both. 

There’s a water dispenser in the room but there are no cups or mugs free for him to use - and too unsanitary as well. Jimin searches the room in desperation and spots a carton of banana milk just behind some of the patient’s charts. 

He makes a grab for the small carton, checking if it’s got any owner. There’s none written on the carton and no note stuck to it to indicate that it belongs to someone. He spots Yoongi on his phone just by the other corner of the room and approaches the senior resident. 

“Excuse me, sunbaenim. Is this yours?” He points to the carton in his hands. Yoongi shakes his head no. “Any name written on it? Some note perhaps?” 

“I couldn't find any.” 

“Well, it’s yours then. All food on the table is communal unless it’s otherwise labeled.” Yoongi shrugs his shoulders as he explains, giving Jimin a thumbs up afterwards. 

“Alright. Thanks sunbaenim.” 

Throat as dry as the Sahara, Jimin grabs the drink and punches the straw in as quickly as he could before finishing the drink in a few gulps. ‘Thank god for free banana milk.’ He thinks to himself before throwing the packaging away, now more energized than ever.

© joontier 2021

[drabbles-mc]

Best Ex Ever

Johnny “Coco” Cruz x Reader

Warnings: language, Coco Cruz being Too Much but we love him anyway

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: A middle of the night upload because inspiration hit me on the way from from Christmas Eve dinner lmao. Based on the song Best Ex Ever By Lewis Brice. Enjoy!

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“You need to get the fuck out,” the bartender was firmly, but as kindly as he could, trying to push Coco out the door of the bar, “Now.”

“Can’t leave if I don’t got my fuckin’ keys,” he was trying to push through the man in front of him and failing miserably.

“No way I’m giving you your keys, man,” the only reason the bartender hadn’t grabbed Coco by the collar of his shirt and physically thrown him out the door of the bar was because they knew each other. But his patience and courtesy was wearing thinner by the second, “Call one of your buddies. Or a fucking Uber for all I care. You’re not driving, though.”

Coco could tell by the look on the man’s face that he wasn’t going to be winning any arguments against him at this point. He also knew that he was pushing his luck already. He knew better than to start shit when he was out, especially if he was out alone. But one guy at the bar just wouldn’t shut up and it grated Coco’s last nerve. Was smashing a beer bottle upside the man’s head a bit drastic? Perhaps. But there was no undoing it now.

He let himself be pushed out the door of the bar. He shook his head, muttering under his breath as he walked through the parking lot. He was trying to dial his phone and get a cigarette out at the same time, which he shouldn’t have attempted when he was as drunk as he was. Clearly, though, the part of his brain that was in charge of rational thought was not operating at maximum capacity.

The phone slipped from his fingers. He attempted to fumble and catch it before it dropped completely, but his luck ran out the second he left the bar. It clattered to the ground and into a water-filled pothole in the parking lot. He let out an obnoxiously loud groan as he quickly swiped it out of the water. He dried it off and attempted to hit any and every button, but it was no use. The phone was shot. He knew that if he tried to go back inside the bar to use their phone that he was going to catch a beating from either the man he hurt in the first place, or the bartender. He lit his cigarette as he tried to weight out his options.

Then, miraculously enough, he noticed that the back corner of the bar had a payphone attached to it. Of course this little dive bar would be the last place left in California that had a payphone. He stumbled over and tried to remember someone’s phone number. He was so used to having them programmed into his phone that he never bothered to memorize anyone’s. He was wishing for EZ’s brain for just a moment.

The only phone number that came to mind was a number that he didn’t really want to call. He doubted that you would come and pick him up anyway. But he didn’t have much of a choice. With a heavy sigh he slid a few coins into the slot and dialed, praying that you would pick up and come get him.

“Hello?” your voice was drowsy and he knew that he had just woken you up.

“Hey, it’s me.”

“Coco?” you groaned, “What the fuck? It’s like 1am.”

“My bad. I know. I, uh, I need a ride.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yea. Got kicked out of a bar.”

You scoffed, “Shocker. Why can’t one of the guys come get you?”

“Phone’s broken. I’m calling you from a fucking payphone, Y/N. Clearly I don’t got a lot of options tonight.”

You laughed, getting a little more enjoyment from his predicament than maybe you should have. You took a deep breath, “Alright. Just, fuck, alright let me get my shit together and I’ll come get you.”

You could hear the relief in his voice as he told you the name of the bar he was stranded at, “You’re a fuckin’ saint.”

“And you’re lucky for that, Johnny Coco Cruz,” you chuckled before hanging up.

Luckily, the bar wasn’t too far from your place. You were in a baggy hoodie and sweatpants, knowing that with the state he was in, Coco wasn’t going to give a shit what you were wearing. He was just going to be happy that he wasn’t being made to walk home. You rolled into the parking lot and saw him sitting on the hood of his car, cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. His eyes brightened when he saw you and he hopped down, walking up as you rolled to a stop.

He climbed in and let out a sigh of relief as he leaned back in the seat. He glanced over at you and there was a drunken smirk on his face, “Thank you.”

You rolled your eyes, “You’re welcome.”

“You ever need anythin’, you know I got you, right?”

You chuckled, finding it hard to believe given your current situation. But you appreciated the sentiment nonetheless, “Thank you, Coco.”

A few minutes of silence passed as you drove him back to his place. You still knew the way there by heart and you wondered if you would ever forget it. He rambled on a little bit, continuously thanking you for coming to get him. You could see him looking at you out of the corner of your eye. He had that very familiar and flirtatious twinkle in his eye and you were careful about what you said to him.

“Why’d I ever let you go, huh?” he drummed his fingers on the console and you could see that he was fighting the urge to reach out and try to hold your hand.

“Because I apparently don’t have a high enough tolerance level for bullshit,” you laughed.

He chuckled, nodding, “Right.”

The rest of the ride passed with silence between the two of you. The only noise was coming quietly from the radio speakers. Soon enough, you were pulling up outside his apartment building. You threw the car in park and looked over at him, trying to figure out if you were going to have to help him upstairs or if he could handle it himself.

“You’re a fuckin’ lifesaver,” he smiled.

You chuckled, “I know. Goodnight, Coco.”

“You could come up if you want?”

“Goodnight, Coco,” you bit back a laugh.

He didn’t push it, knowing it was a longshot to begin with. He hopped out the car and walked over to your window. You rolled it down, curious to see what he was going to do. He leaned down, resting his forearms on the narrow sill.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he smirked, surprisingly coherent despite the drunken haze in his eyes.

“You’re welcome.”

“You’re, hands-down, the fuckin’ best ex ever. You know that, right?”

You laughed and gently patted his hands, “I sure do. Get some sleep, Johnny.”

He stepped back from your car and walked towards his apartment building, “Goodnight.”

You stayed just long enough to make sure that he got into the building okay before taking off. You couldn’t help but to laugh as you drove away. You replayed the entire night through your head as you drove home and you had to find amusement in the whole thing. You weren’t sure there were many people you would’ve gotten out of bed to do that for at that hour. Especially not any of your exes. Only Coco.

[mostlysignssomeportents]

The future is symmetrical

When Mitch Kapor articulated the principle that “architecture is politics” at the founding of EFF, he was charging technologists with the moral duty to contemplate the kinds of social interactions their technological decisions would facilitate — and prohibit.

At question was nothing less than the character of the networked society. Would the vast, pluripotent, general purpose, interconnected network serve as a glorified video-on-demand service, the world’s greatest pornography distribution system, a giant high-tech mall?

Or could it be a public square, and if so, who would have the loudest voices in that square, who would be excluded from it, who will set its rules, and how will they be enforced?

As with its technical architecture, the political architecture of the net is a stack, encompassing everything from antitrust enforcement to spectrum allocation, protocol design to search-and-seizure laws, standards to top-level domain governance.

Among those many considerations is the absolutely vital question of service delivery itself. What kinds of wires or radio waves will carry your packets, who will own them, and how will they be configured?

For decades, a quiet war has been fought on this front, with two sides: the side that sees internet users as “mouse potatoes,” destined to passively absorb information feeds compiled by their betters; and the “netizen” side that envisions a truly participatory network design.

This deep division has been with us since the internet’s prehistory, at least since the fight over Usenet’s alt.* hierarchy, flaring up again during the P2P wars, with ISPs insisting that users were violating their “agreements” by running “servers.”

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2019/11/altinteroperabilityadversarial

Above all, this fight was waged in the deployment of home internet service. The decision turn the already-monopolistic cable and phone operators into ISPs cast a long shadow. Both of these industries think of their customers as passive information consumers, not participants.

As an entertainment exec in William Gibson’s 1992 novel Idoru describes her audience: “Best visualized as a vicious, lazy, profoundly ignorant, perpetually hungry organism craving the warm god-flesh of the anointed. Personally I like to imagine something the size of a baby hippo, the color of a week-old boiled potato, that lives by itself, in the dark, in a double-wide on the outskirts of Topeka. It’s covered with eyes and it sweats constantly. The sweat runs into those eyes and makes them sting. It has no mouth…no genitals, and can only express its mute extremes of murderous rage and infantile desire by changing the channels on a universal remote. Or by voting in presidential elections.”

Contrast this with the other cyberpunk archetype, the console cowboy who doesn’t merely surf the digital, but steers it — the active participant in the technological/media environment who is more than a recipient of others’ crafted messages.

For a long time, Big Tech and Big Telco tried to have it both ways. AT&T promoted teleconferencing and remote family life conducted by videophones in its 1993 “You Will” marketing campaign. Youtube exhorted you to “broadcast yourself.”

But AT&T also set data-caps, kicked users off for running servers, and engaged in every legal, semi-legal and outright illegal tactic imaginable to block high-speed fiber networks.

Youtube, meanwhile, blocked interoperability, leveraged vertical integration with Google search to exclude and starve competitors, and conspired with Big Content to create a “content moderation” system that’s two parts Kafka, one part Keystone Kops.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/12/12/fairy-use-tale/#content-id

While the questions raised by broad participation in networked society are thorny and complex, one question actually has a very simple and factual answer: “How should we connect our homes to the internet?” The answer: “Fiber.”

There is no wireless that can substitute for fiber. Wireless — 5G, Starlink, whatever — shares the same spectrum. We can make spectrum use more efficient (by tightly transmitting the wireless signals so they don’t interfere), but physics sets hard limits on wireless speeds.

Each strand of wire in a wired network, by contrast, is its own pocket universe, insulated from the next wire, with its own smaller, but exclusive, electromagnetic spectrum to use without interfering with any other wire on the other side of its insulation.

<img src=”https://craphound.com/images/broadband_comparison.jpeg" alt=”EFF’s broadband comparison chart, showing the maximum speeds of 4G (100mb), DSL (170mb), 5G (10gb), cable (50gb) and fiber (100tb).”>

But copper wire also has hard limits that are set by physics. The fastest theoretical copper data throughput is an infinitesimal fraction of the fastest fiber speeds. Fiber is millions-to-hundreds-of-millions times faster than copper.

https://www.eff.org/wp/case-fiber-home-today-why-fiber-superior-medium-21st-century-broadband

We should never run copper under another city street or along another pole. Any savings from maintaining 20th century network infrastructure will be eradicated by the cost of having to do twice the work to replace it with 21st century fiber in the foreseeable future.

Trying to wring performance gains out of copper in the age of fiber is like trying to improve the design of whale-oil lamps to stave off the expense of electrification. Sure, you don’t want anyone sitting in the dark but even the very best whale-oil lamp is already obsolete.

But besides future-proofing, there’s another reason to demand fiber over copper or wireless: symmetry. Our copper and (especially) wireless infrastructure is optimized for sending data to end-points, not getting data back. It’s mouse-potato broadband.

(this is especially true of any satellite broadband, which typically relies upon copper lines for its “return path,” and even when it doesn’t, has much slower uplinks that downlinks)

By contrast, fiber tends to be symmetrical — providing the same download and upload speeds. It is participatory broadband, suited for a world of distance ed, remote work, telemedicine, and cultural and political participation for all.

Fiber is so obviously better than copper or wireless that America paltry fiber rollouts needed to be engineered — they never would have happened on their own. The most critical piece of anti-fiber engineering is US regulators’ definition of broadband itself.

Since the dawn FCC interest in universal broadband, it adopted a technical definition of broadband that is asymmetrical, with far lower upload than download speeds. Despite lockdown and broadband-only connections to the outside world, Congress is set to continue this.

The latest iteration of the Democrats’ broadband bill defines “broadband” as any connection that is 100mb down and 20mb up (“100/20”). Both of these speeds paltry to the point of uselessness, but the upload speed is genuinely terrible.

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2021/07/future-symmetrical-high-speed-internet-speeds

US broadband usage has grown 21%/year since the 1980s. 100/20 broadband is inadequate for today’s applications — let alone tomorrow’s (by contrast, fiber is fast enough to last through the entire 21st century’s projected broadband demand and beyond, well into the 2100s).

Any wireless applications will also depend on fiber — your 5G devices have to be connected to something, and if that something is copper, your wireless speeds will never exceed copper’s maximum speeds. Innovation in spectrum management requires fiber — it doesn’t obviate it.

Today, the highest growth in broadband demand is in uploads, not downloads. People need fast uploads speeds to videoconference, to stream their games, to do remote work. The only way a 100/20 copper network’s upload speeds can be improved is by connecting it with fiber.

Every dollar spent on copper rollout is a dollar we’ll forfeit in a few years. It’s true that cable monopolists will wring a few billions out of us if we keep making do with their old copper, but upgrading copper just makes the inevitable fiber transition costlier.

China is nearing its goal of connecting 1 billion people to fiber. In America, millions are stuck with copper infrastructure literally consisting of century-old wires wrapped in newspaper, dipped in tar, and draped over tree-banches.

https://mn.gov/commerce-stat/pdfs/frontier-service-quality-report-final.pdf

Indeed, when it comes to America, monopoly carriers are slowing upload speeds — take Altice, the US’s fourth-largest ISP, which slashed its upload speeds by 89% “in line with competitors’ offerings.”

https://pluralistic.net/2021/06/27/immortan-altice/#broadband-is-a-human-right

America desperately needs a high-fiber diet:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/03/30/fight-for-44/#slowpokes

But it has a major blockage: the American right, who have conducted history’s greatest self-own by carrying water for telecoms monopolists, blocking municipal fiber:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/01/17/turner-diaries-fanfic/#1a-fiber

It’s darkly funny to see the people who demanded that “government stay out of my internet” now rail against monopoly social media’s censorship, given that a government ISP would be bound by the First Amendment, unlike Facebook or Twitter.

Luckily, Congress isn’t the only place where this debate is taking place. In California, Governor Newsom has unveiled an ambitious plan to connect every city and town to blazing-fast fiber, then help cities and counties get it to every home.

https://pluralistic.net/2021/05/15/how-to-rob-a-bank/#fiber-now

In tech circles, we use the term “read-only” to refer to blowhards who won’t let you get a word-in edgewise (this being one of the more prominent and unfortunate technical archetypes).

The “consumer” envisioned by asymmetrical broadband futures is write*-only — someone designed to have other peoples’ ideas crammed into their eyeballs, for their passive absorption. A consumer, not a citizen.

As Gibson put it, it’s a person who “can only express its mute extremes of murderous rage and infantile desire by changing the channels on a universal remote.”

Cyberpunk is a warning, not a suggestion.