#white tire lettering kit

[stone-cold-groove]

Old-school car culture crazy.

[aquasoftware]

His baby. ⪩✿⪨

No warnings just Nanami being a dad (fluff) + ML.

Girldad!Kento, who pulls the classic "Go ask your mother." When his daughter wants something but eventually gives in, shaking his head with a slight smile once she brings out the big doe eyes and pleading combo. "I'll see what I can do." He says as he acknowledges her request.

Girldad!Kento, who supports his daughter's little dreams and gives her wads of cash to start her snack business at school, then once she quickly sells out, she finds hidden colorful sticky notes at the bottom in her big tote bag telling her how proud he is.

Girldad!Kento, who teaches his daughter how to save money when he finds out she spent most of her earnings on Doordash and Roblox.

Girldad!Kento, who covers his red face in embarrassment when his daughter dolls him up for a tea party, wearing a comically large powder pink tutu paired with a plastic silver crown as she records tik-toks forcing his two left feet to dance.

Girldad!Kento, who proudly wears his daughter's homemade bracelets that she made from a gifted hobby lobby bracelet kit to work anytime he gets handed a new one, not at all caring about the idiotic snickers he gets from his co-workers. Kento's favorite bracelet that he'll forever keep safe is one that has lettered black and white charms saying "Best dad."

Girldad!Kento, who never gets tired of the crafted macaroni gifts, whether it's on a card for his birthday, a picture frame for Christmas, or a macaroni necklace for Father's Day to him, it's always the thought that counts.

Girldad!Kento, who gets spoiled by his wife and his daughter, receiving two packed lunches for work. He was intensely observant of his daughter's latest interest, which this time became those junior cooking shows eager to try out a new recipe. Yet although it wasn't the best tasting food in the world, he still scarfed down his daughter's cooking as if it were his last meal.

Girldad!Kento, who awakens to the horrified cries of his precious child, begging "Papa, there's a monster in my room; can I sleep with you and mama tonight...?" He couldn't deny that, swiftly enough you both accepted her with open arms in your shared bed.

Girldad!Kento, who encourages his child to do a sport, feeling his heart melt as his little girl picks ballet.

Girldad!Kento, who spam calls you while you're at work so you can guide him through doing makeup for her ballet recitals. "That's the last step? Okay, I promise I'll get some videos for you, honey!" He reassures you, understanding that you don't want to miss a moment.

Girldad!Kento, who humiliates his poor daughter at the recital jumping up and screaming "That's my baby!"

Girldad!Kento, who never misses a PTA meeting or a parent-teacher conference meeting.

Girldad!Kento, who knew no amount of pep talks from you could prepare him for his baby getting her first period, halfway panicking in Walgreens, snatching up every sanitary napkin possible as soon as he got the text, picking her up from school early due to how bad it got getting her favorite comfort food to cheer her up afterwards.

Girldad!Kento, whose heart absolutely shattered hearing the sentence "Papa, I'm way too old for dolls now." What did she mean she was ready to give up Monster High and Barbie's? The saddened blonde refused to let his baby grow up even though he knew he had to.

Girldad!Kento, who almost sheds a tear when he finds out other cruel kids have been picking on her, calling her ugly, so instead of a typical lecture, he gave a warm embrace reminding her how beautiful she is.

Girldad!Kento, who will sob his eyes out at every single graduation, including elementary, middle, high-school, and soon eventually college, needing at least five boxes of tissues to himself at her middle school graduation, not even being able to fathom how he'd handle her high school graduation.

Girldad!Kento, who loves his daughter unconditionally.

8/28/24 11:59pm

[enwoso]

Cute lil blurb idea we know alessia is one of the faces of adidas. Alessia getting gifted a pair of her own boots as well as a Lovie sized pair and Lovie wants to wear them all the time and wear her hair up like alessias because she says she’s dressed as mummy

MIRRORED — alessia russo x child!reader

grumpy universe

it was an average wednesday, alessia was carrying you into the arsenal training ground her hands filled with her bag and your bag. you still being half asleep after falling back asleep on the car journey there as alessia made her way through the long corridors and towards the changing room.

not before being stopped by a memeber of staff, "alessia there's a box that's got your new boots in" he smiled as he passed the blonde in the corridor. alessia calling out a thank you as she headed still towards the changing room.

"right lovie are you just going to sit and watch your ipad?" your mummy asked as you hummed pulling your blanket further up to your face. alessia pushing the door to the changing room with her foot as she headed inside, most of the girls being there already and starting to change into their training gear.

alessia placed you down on the bench near her locker as you got yourself comfy, your mummy quickly propping your ipad up and putting something on for you to watch knowing you'd be content until you came around and woke up properly.

alessia sat down and took a breathe, it being the first one she'd properly been able to take this morning after having to rush around after pressing snooze one too many times this morning.

"this yours, less?" alessia turned to where the voice was coming from, it was lotte pointing to a big brown box that was sat next to alessia.

the blonde nodding, "yeah it's new boots for the rest of the season."

"you not gonna open them? looks like they've sent enough for the next season too" lotte joked looking at the size of the box, it definitely not being the smallest box. alessia humming as she too was wondering why the box was so abnormally large. there was only supposed to be three pairs of boots in there.

"they said they were only sending three pairs-" alessia paused as she lifted the box onto her lap, ripping open the seal on the cardboard box, a loud noise echoing the room as she did so.

"oo they aren't they nice" alessia mumbled under her breath as she looked at the boots, a smile creeping on her face. it was always fun getting new kit, the excitement of unboxing them.

"what's in that one?" lotte pointed to the small adidas box which definitely didn't have boots in as it was too small. the blonde shrugged picking them up from inside the large brown box they'd been shipped in.

opening the box, there was a greeting card on top. 'toughness in tiny packages!'

a little quirk of the eyebrow as alessia looked towards lotte who just shrugged urging the blonde to just open the box.

moving the white tissue paper covering the item was a small pair of boots, just like the ones they'd sent alessia but in a size that would fit you.

"oh my god, she's gonna love these" alessia pouted taking in the small boots as she turned them around getting a full feel of the pair of green fusion with the three stripes being a purple colour.

they were almost identical to the ones alessia had just been given to use for the remainder of the season, they had even put your name on the side in small white letters.

a small pout on alessia face as her heart was melting at the cuteness of them, "there class them" lotte complimented as alessia showed her best friend where they'd even put your name on them.

alessia gushed over the small boots along with the other sets of clothes adidas had sent you to wear that matched your mummy. alessia decided to wait until you were in a better mood to show you them. knowing it would get a better reaction than the tired reaction she would get if she showed them to you now.

morning training had finished and the team was ready to go to lunch, you'd been waiting inside. playing with winnie for the morning, you even getting to take the club dog for a walk around the inside of the training ground.

"lovie, c'mere" your mummy called you over as you were laid out on the floor with win, as you watched your ipad. winnie guarding over you protectively.

you perking up at the sound of her voice, pushing yourself off the floor and toward your mum. leaving win to watch your ipad.

you walked over you to your mummy as had a big smile on her face, lifting you up when you got closer. "i've got something to show you"

your eyebrows knitted together, "what is it" you asked curiously. as you began to guess things as your mummy carried you to wherever this thing was that she had to show you.

"no lovie it unfortunately isn't a unicorn but i think it's just as good!" your mummy let out a chuckle at your strange suggestions as you got lost in thought — what was better than a unicorn?

alessia took you back into the locker room where she’d left the packages, placing you to sit on the bench as she grabbed the brown boxes from her locker before handing them to you.

you looked at the box that was now on your lap it easy being nearly the size of you, as you hesitantly looked up towards your mum. one thing you did know is that there definitely wasn’t a unicorn in there..

“open it lovie” your mummy encouraged as you opened the box, discarding the wrapping to one side as you rummaged around before finally lifting up the boot.

a gasp escaping you as you looked at the football boots, a big grin plastered across your face as you jumped up to hug your mummy’s leg. maybe matching boots were cooler than a unicorn.

“mummy there exactly like yours!” your called out holding the boot in the air as if it was a trophy a giggle coming from your mummy’s leg at your excitement.

“i can be like you now!” you continued, as you looked at the two boots as your mummy sat down next to you showing that they had your name on the side, you being in utter awe and for once lost for words, for a short amount of time.

“i wear them now!” you asked as alessia nodded knowing it would put a damper on your mood if she hadn’t let you. “you put my hair like yours too!” you asked pointing to the thick plait that was in your mummy’s pony tail — you wanting the exact same.

your mummy did as you asked plaiting your pony tail that your hair had been scraped back into this morning, alessia putting your little fly aways back in place as you put your boots on. trying your best to lace them but you hadn’t mastered that yet so you left it for your mummy to do.

“all done lovie!” your mummy patted your feet as she finished lacing your boot up, a grin not leaving your face. “gosh it’s like looking in the mirror-“

you were stood looking in the mirror that was built into the wall in the locker room, your mummy stood behind you and if anyone had of walked in it would ah e looked like alessia had duplicated a smaller version of herself.

“should we show the girls?” your mummy asked as you nodded rushing off back to the canteen where most of the girls would be, alessia following suit.

"woah, less is that you?" beth joked as she knelt down to your height as you came in the room just before your mummy, you dressed exactly like her.

"no bethy! it's me!" you squealed correcting beth as she let out a loud laugh. alessia coming through the double doors.

"silly me, i just couldn't tell you apart you look just like your mum!"

[jsprnt]

Americano PT. 1 | Jude Bellingham x Reader

What happens if two individuals who absolutely despise each other are forced to interact after unforeseen events occur?

A/N: part one is here, enjoy! <3

W/C: 3.398

Introduction

"Can you try smiling this time?"

I mumble, holding myself back from rolling my eyes in annoyance. I click my tongue, standing behind Luis, my close friend and cameraman.

"The photo needs to be edited later, for sure. Looks a little off compared to the others." I tell Luis, sending an insult to the man in front of the camera, in English for him to hear.

Even so, Luis and I usually spoke English to each other. It being a language we were both very well versed in.

Jude doesn't even look like he wants to be here, at all. He wouldn't be the only one, that was for sure. 

"That's good enough, Bellingham. You can go." I say, folding my arms up to my chest.

"Finally." He mutters, rolling his eyes, the Brummie accent, which was quite new to me, rolling off his tongue.

He raises his hands, smoothing down his shirt, before nodding at Luis with a smile and leaving, not acknowledging me per usual.

"Douchebag." I mumble, solely for myself to hear, but I notice Luis glancing at me.

"What?" I ask, rolling the papers in my hands into a tube out of boredom. The letters curving with the bend of the paper.

"You two are becoming more insufferable every day." He says, going to wipe his camera lens with a microfiber cloth. He treated his cameras like his actual children.

"Not my fault." I reply through clenched teeth, placing a hand on my hip.

"You spilled an entire americano on his brand new, white kit. On his first day here." He says, recalling the embarrassing and aggravating incident.

"It was just an accident!" I retort, unfolding the papers again. "We could have moved on from that after I apologized, but he's decided to be an asshole about it."

So, who was the insufferable one here?

He doesn't say anything else, an uninterested sigh leaving his lips as he distracts himself with the lens.

I saw Luis as the older brother I never had, but he wasn't even taking my side in the situation.

Traitor.

I huff, turning away and looking around the pitch for some entertainment I could turn into content.

My eyes catch the players of the club warming up a couple meters away.

Easy content, my favorite.

"Can I get a camera?" I nudge Luis, his eyes looking up at mine.

"Should I trust you with one?" He says, voice unsure.

"Yes, just give me the smaller one." I usher, holding my hand out in anticipation.

He sighs again, grabbing the requested camera out of his equipment bag.

"Two hands." He mutters.

I roll my eyes, grabbing the camera with the apparently very necessary, two hands.

"I'll take care of your child." I mock, smile tugging at my lips as I see him get annoyed.

"Chill, I've got it." I add, walking away from him.

I was being serious, of course.

Firstly, I wanted these shots to come out perfectly. Secondly, I didn't want to get killed by him for ruining his precious camera. I had enough enemies in this club already. Losing an ally wasn't on my bingo list this season.

I turn the camera on clumsily, pointing it at the training players as I'm standing behind the goal.

How the hell does a small camera weigh this much? It genuinely felt like a bag of rocks weighing down on my arms.

I try to ignore the heaviness of the camera, filming the individual shooting of the players. Moving the camera when necessary.

I stand there for a moment, before I hear Luis come up to me, finally taking the camera out of my hands.

"How the hell do you even hold these cameras? My arm almost went numb." I say, rubbing my tired arm as I look at him.

"I go to the gym, unlike you- and I'm used to it by now." He replies, focusing on filming.

The urge to say something petty back is interrupted as Camavinga suddenly yells at us, our heads snapping up.

« Tu filmes? » are you filming?

He shouts in French, standing in his position.

I used to whine and complain about having to take French back in school, but now I was genuinely grateful for it. It was very useful now, even though I had forgotten a great chunk of it.

"Want us to?" I shout back in English, ignoring the fact that we are shouting back and forth like maniacs. He nods, giving us a thumbs up.

"Yeah, go ahead." I nudge Luis, making him film again. I grab him, making him take a step back for safety, watching Cama receive the ball and shoot, hitting the net perfectly.

I cheer quietly, not wanting to disturb the audio of the footage as he smiles back at me, walking back to stand and watch the other players.

I have been working in the marketing and PR department at Real Madrid for about two years now. The club and players were generally very nice to work with, which made my job so much better.

It wasn't my permanent job. I had just started my third year of my law degree this new school year, combining online classes with this job. Balancing did get difficult at times, but I liked the fact that it kept me busy and motivated.

"Think we're good to go." Luis says, interrupting my thoughts as he points his camera downward.

"You sure?" I ask, whipping my head around.

"Yeah, the sun is about to melt us and the camera. Come on, let's go inside." He says, grabbing my wrist and dragging me away from the pitch

"If you read this sentence, does it sound like I know what I'm talking about?" I ask Lina, her face scrunching up almost instantly. 

I was confident enough to write this essay on my own, really, but having a friend keep me company made it way more fun. 

"You know I don't like thinking about school. That's in the past for me." She says, her hands coming up in front of her defensively. 

"Come on, please? I'll grab a drink for you in a minute." I beg, placing my hands on her shoulders, shaking her back and forth.

"Make it two."

"Deal."

"Okay, show me." She says, shoving a piece of pineapple into her mouth, grabbing my laptop and leaning forward as I repeat the question. 

She types away for a second, adding a few words before turning to me after reading the sentence again. 

"What are you writing? The damn Magna Carta? What kind of essay is this?" She asks, her eyebrows raised. 

"It's about EU law." I sigh, I liked this subject, it was very interesting, but I couldn't wait to be done with this fifteen page essay. 

"Explains a lot." She says, shoving another piece of fruit into her mouth. Her fork suddenly appearing in front of my face, a piece of watermelon spiced onto it. 

"Thanks." I mutter, biting off the piece of fruit as I hear commotion in the hallways. 

"Get me my drinks, please?" She asks, blinking at me. I roll my eyes, push my laptop back and get up. 

"Let me guess, a lime soda and an orange juice?" 

"You got it." She winks, smiling at me. 

I chuckle at her, looking up as I watch the players pile into the cafeteria. 

"Lunchtime?" I mouth at Lina, she checks the time on her phone, nodding. 

I make my way to the bar, extending my arms up to grab two cups. The feeling of someone's hand on mine catching me off guard as I immediately let go of the cup. Turning around to see Jude right behind me. 

"What are you doing?" I ask, sending him a nasty look. Invading my personal space wasn't enough, now he wants to steal my cup?

"Grabbing a cup?" He retorts in a menacing tone, sending a glare back. 

I look at him, watching him fill his stolen cup with water, before he looks at me again. 

"What?"

"Can you move?" I ask through gritted teeth, motioning to him how he's basically entrapping me in between the counter and himself. 

He looks at me for a second as if to provoke me more, finally stepping away when I sigh. 

I scoff, rolling my eyes and extend my arm to grab another cup apart from the one I already had. 

I give him another nasty look, before filling both cups up and finally leaving his vicinity. 

"Don't spill it on anyone." He says, mocking tone clear as day. 

I turn again, fighting the urge to throw the precious orange juice into his annoying face before sighing and walking away. 

"Hope he chokes on his water." I mutter, finally putting the two cups down on the table, in front of Lina. 

"What was that back there? Another one of your tantrums?"

"No, his tantrum after he couldn't grab another cup, other than the one my hand was already on."

She chuckles, and I send her a slight glare, trying to delve back into my essay. 

I was maybe halfway through already, having to hand it in next week. I might have procrastinated a little, but one thing about me was that I'll always get it done on time. No matter what. 

Though, as I keep reading the word vomit I had written, I feel a wave of annoyance flow through me. I grunt, putting my face flat on the table. 

Two more years, then I could finally do my specialization. Two more years. 

"What's gotten into her?" I hear, recognizing Luis' voice. Then I hear a shift of the chair across from me as he sits down with- probably a tray of food. 

"Essay." I hear Lina mumble, a hum coming from Luis in acknowledgment.

"Are you still not done with that essay? You got it assigned like three weeks ago." He says in a nagging tone. 

I groan, remembering that I said that I wouldn't procrastinate this school year. Past me definitely hated the present me, and for sure hated future me even more if I kept this up. 

I raise my head, huffing before sitting up straight.  I blink a couple times to clear my vision and start to vigorously type again. 

"Have you guys seen the final edit for tomorrow's match?" Luis says, covering his full mouth with his hand. 

"No, who approved it?" I ask confused, glancing at the both of them and returning my gaze to my screen.

"Valeria did." He says. I look at him for a moment, scrunching my eyebrows together. 

"Not surprised." I mutter, taking a sip of my coffee. 

"Speaking of the devil." Lina says, and my eyes immediately dart around the room to find the devil in question. 

She's staring right at our table, making a beeline towards us as the clicks of her heels get louder and louder. 

Please don't sit here. 

She gives us a painfully fake smile, swinging the iPad in her hand back and forth. 

"Have you guys seen the edit I approved?"

Not even a hello?

"No, we haven't." Lina answers, and I stare at Valeria as she unfortunately sits across from me. 

She chuckles, practically shoving the IPad in our faces, showing off the edit. 

"It's perfect, isn't it?" She chuckles again, and I fight the urge to cover my ears instead of hearing her ear deafening, high-pitched laughter. 

"It's alright." I say, giving her a smile. My opinion really didn't matter to her anyway, the least I could do was pretend to like it. 

She nods, suddenly looking directly at me, glancing down at my laptop. 

"Still working on school? Can't even think of how someone like you can balance it with this busy job." She says, smile pulling at her lips. 

I raise my brows, looking at Lina and Luis for confirmation of what I had just heard her say. 

They give me the same 'what the fuck' look, and I look back at Valeria, giving her a fake smile. 

"I'm sure you couldn't think of it, Valeria." I say, keeping my retort minimal, I had to keep it professional, unlike her. 

She looks at me, no words are exchanged further as an almost minute long silence follows. 

She finally decides to leave after, sending both Luis and Lina a wave, doing her best to ignore me further. 

"She's so weird. Always on my ass about something." I mutter, starting to type again. 

"Don't think she's gotten over the fact that you were chosen to travel with the team this season." Lina says, patting my shoulder. 

"Well, too bad for her. Like I've got time for her petty conversations."

If I was being honest; I couldn't stand being within five meters of her. And with the amount of meetings we had together, made life a little more difficult than I would've liked. 

"Besides, you're coming with me. Why isn't she on your ass as well?" I ask Luis, seeing him shrug. 

"Because I'm handsome?" He smirks, starting to flex his arms. 

"She's annoying, but she doesn't have a vision problem." I hear Lina say, the both of us bursting out in laughter. Luis looking at us with the most defeated look ever, making us laugh even louder.

"Okay, alright, sorry. You're very handsome, we're just having a little fun. I promise." I say patting his hand, holding back more laughter as I dab away moisture from my eyes. 

I finish typing my current chapter after calming down, observing the text, and double saving the document before turning my laptop off. I look around for a second, seeing the players and staff chat and laugh together. The buzzing of my phone redirecting my attention back to our table. 

"y/n- your phone." Lina says, grabbing it to hand it to me. 

I grab it after thanking her, reading the caller ID. 

"Oh, it's my dad." I mutter. "I'll be back in a minute." I say, standing up to walk out of the cafeteria. I look around for a moment, then slide my finger to the right to pick up the call. 

"Dad?"

"y/n, how's work going?" He says, the sound of a paper shredder in the background almost sabotaging my understanding of his sentence. 

"Good, we're having lunch. How about you?" I reply, leaning against the wall. 

"Same old. I called to tell you- I'm not having dinner at home tonight. Ask Carmen to make something you want to eat." 

I hold back a sigh, closing my eyes in annoyance. He'd been working a lot since I was little, day and night. It had paid off very well. We had a big house and a beautiful backyard. He owned a law firm, in a nice area of the city and had a lot of clients.

His firm was also the legal representative of the club, being very close with President Pérez and manager Ancelotti themselves and other higher ups. 

Of course, I was still thankful, I never had to worry about necessities like food and clothes, they were always provided for me on a silver spoon. 

"Alright dad. See you tonight, love you." 

I hang up, shoving my phone into my back pocket, and walk back into the cafeteria.

"I'm going back to the office." I tell Lina and Luis, them looking up at me in concern. 

"Why? Did something happen?" Luis asks, fixing his dark, curly hair.  

"No, I just want to make sure everything is perfect for tomorrow." I force a smile, trying to cover up the fact that my mood was definitely ruined after that phone call. 

I grab my laptop, holding it in between my arm and chest as I start making my way out of the cafeteria. 

Not before I'm stopped by someone calling out to me. 

"y/n!" I hear, looking up and seeing Vini call me over, Rodrygo and sadly, Jude standing next to him. 

How did this communication even work?

I raise a brow, walking over to them. 

"What's with that face? Trouble with your boyfriend?" Vini says in Spanish, greeting me with a hug. 

"It's nothing like that! It was just my dad." I deny, laughing at him. My smile totally disappearing from my face when I make accidental eye contact with an irritated looking Jude next to Vini.

"Right, how's your dad? He hasn't been around lately." Rodrygo asks, greeting me as well. 

"Busy- you know how he is..." I reply, swatting my hand. "I'll try to convince him to visit." I smile. 

"Will you be coming with us to tomorrow's match?" Vini asks. 

"Oh yeah, I'll be joining you on all the matches this season. You guys got lucky this time." I joke, giving him a little wink. 

The two Brazilian men laugh, Vini patting my shoulder as I excuse myself to go up. 

I twist the key in the door lock, opening the front door to my house. The smell of spices and sauces filling up my nostrils. I scramble to take my shoes off, throwing my bag onto the floor and making a beeline to the kitchen area. 

"Aunty Carmen!" I exclaim, hugging her tightly. 

"Oh my girl!" She coos, squeezing me even tighter. 

"I missed you so much." I say, planting a kiss on her soft cheek, letting go of her. 

"Me too. Come on, get cleaned up and we'll have dinner." She says warmly, going back to stirring the food. 

Aunty Carmen was the lady who had been cooking for me and my dad since I was a child. Her food was finger-licking good, and I don't think I could ever survive without it. 

She'd partially raised me, alongside my biological aunt, whom I lived in the UK with for a couple of years. 

I had begged my dad to not send me to a boarding school, so he'd decided to send me off to live with my aunt, and made me attend an international school instead. A place, consisting of cultures and languages I always craved to be surrounded with becoming my second home. 

"When is your dad coming?"

"Oh no, my dad isn't coming for dinner." I explain, pulling out two spoons and two forks out of the cabinet and walking over to the dinner table. 

"He wasn't home last time either, why?"

"Too busy. You know how he is." I mumble, filling her glass with water. 

"I'm sorry, my girl." 

"It's fine- I'm used to it by now. You're here tonight at least." I beam, starting to dig into the food. 

"Aunty, you never disappoint!" I exclaim, shoving another spoonful of food into my mouth.

"Slow down! It's not going to run away from you." She fusses, taking a bite of the food herself. 

A comfortable silence falls in between us, the sound of our utensils clattering against the plates and bowls accompanied by the occasional comment about the taste of the food. 

I join her in cleaning up the table, placing the rinsed dirty dishes in the dishwasher, and putting  the leftovers into the fridge. 

"If you look closely, you can see the food I made for the rest of the week. Make sure you close the lids well, so it can stay fresh." She says, drying her wet hands on a kitchen towel. 

"Thank you." I say, giving her another hug. 

"Oh, you're leaving already?" I ask, watching her grab her handbag. It was a pretty brown bag, a birthday present from me a couple years ago. 

"I do sweetie. Take care of yourself." She says, pulling me into a hug. 

"-and lock your doors, don't open them for anyone." 

"You know I'm not a child anymore. I'm twenty already! Besides, we have security cameras everywhere." I complain, folding my arms up to my chest. 

"You've grown up too fast." She says, pinching the fat of my cheek, making me whine at the pain. 

I sigh, a little sad as she opens the front door and walks out. I wave one more time, closing the door behind her and locking it as she had instructed. 

My dad had keys to get in when I went to bed anyway. 

I decide to get ready for bed, turning on the now full dishwasher, and going up to my room. Hoping everything will go smoothly as planned tomorrow.

[luvrodite]

THINGS WE LEFT UNSAID JASON TODD

↳ patching him up and all that passes, unsaid

This is an old song and dance, you know it well.

The creak of your living room window draws you from your dreams, sleep bursting like a bubble with the first rattle of the windowpane. You are asleep, and then you are not, so swiftly carried between realms you can barely register it. You lie in bed, staring through bleary eyes at the ceiling as the sounds of your monthly late night visitor filters through the walls. 

A muffled thud of boots knocking against the window sill. There’ll be dirt there in the morning, a size 13 boot print that’ll return a month after you wipe it away. Glass rattles, and you know he’s hit his shoulder–clumsy, tonight, but there’s no shatter. It’s bad, but you’ve borne worse.

A grumble of your name is your cue, and you slip from the sheets. Summer air filters in through the open window when you enter, a thick, stifling heat that clouds around your skin, smoke and rain and chemical scented. 

You reach for the first aid kit, kept on a side table in the hallway, and move to close the window first. The lump on your couch breathes through his mouth in shallow pants, almost drowned out by the sound of traffic below–even after midnight, this part of the city is loathe to rest, high pitched laughter and squeals of amusement raising up above the fog. 

“Did I wake you?”

You shrug, taking a seat on the coffee table. Jason’s knee brushes against yours, and you ignore it in favour of setting the kit by your side. 

“It’s fine. Shirt off, please.”

On good nights, he meets you with a poorly delivered “Buy me dinner, first.” Tonight, he’s silent, and you can feel your chest tighten when he grimaces trying to lift his arm. There’s a dark liquid seeping through the fabric and you can smell the gunmetal on him.

You’ve borne worse. 

He’s been in worse shape.

But still your eyes grow hot when you lean to assist him and the smell of copper settles on your tongue. There is so much red, smeared along the curve of his bicep, and your hands shake when you reach for the cloth tucked in the kit, standing to wet it in the sink. Your legs feel weak beneath you, a constant threat to give under you with every step between the couch and the sink.

The towel is no longer as it had been when you’d first bought it, alabaster replaced by an off white from the frequent washes. A speck of brown from where you could never quite get the blood to wash off remains on its care tag, staining the black lettering. 

The wound has mostly stopped bleeding, you figure out once you look past all the blood, but you hold it there anyway, taking your seat on the edge of the table once more. Your eyes follow the slow way it stains, red seeping into the fabric in a slow diffusion. 

“You hurt anywhere else?” your voice is raspy, and you don’t meet his eyes when you ask. 

“Just a few scrapes,” he rumbles. His fingers twitch in your peripheral vision, tapping against his thigh anxiously. “Pretty much healed already.”

You nod, biting your tongue as you lift the cloth. 

“This should be fine, soon,” you manage to string together, adding an unsure, “I think. Could be worse.”

He breathes out a tired sigh. “Lucky I’ve got you to stitch me up.”

You don’t know what it is, only that one moment you’re dabbing away the blood and the next you’re snapping at him. Maybe it’s something in his tone, weary and yet still teasing–does he not understand the gravity of the situation? Your fingers are stained with his blood. 

“I wouldn’t have to if you’d just stop being so reckless,” you snap, and he stills under you when you meet his eyes, angry heat flooding your face as everything you’ve kept under a lid comes rushing to the surface. 

“Would it kill you to take a second to think before you act?” you ream him out as you reach for the ointment. “This isn’t a joke you know?”

You know it’s over when your breath stutters, a hitch in the quiet of your apartment that sounds too loud to your ears for your liking, too much like a sob. Jason stays silent, and you find yourself loathing the look in his eyes, teal softened around the edges, bearing the brunt of your anger. 

The both of you are aware this isn’t a result of carelessness. Jason hasn’t been reckless in years–his anger is a cold, calculated thing, burning low and steady but never uncontrolled. You wish you were so measured.

You can’t stop yourself from bleeding out alongside him, words like knives thrown from your lips as you grow more and more worked up. Your eyes burn, your hands shake, the bandage trembling between your fingers as you wrap it around his arm. 

He doesn’t say a word through it all, only watching you with eyes too knowing, fingertips a whisper away from your bare knees but never touching. You don’t know what you’d do if he did. 

When the last of it is done and all that’s left is the bloody cloth on your coffee table, you swallow down the words you’ve left unsaid and nod at him. 

“Couch is yours, if you want it,” you offer hoarsely, standing. You don’t look at him as you return the kit to its rightful place, shame-faced and retreating. You’ve no bravery tonight, having shown too much of your hand.

“Yeah,” he sighs out. 

The click of your bedroom door feels like the turn of a key, something of a mountainous wall erected between you and your living room. 

In the morning all there’s left of him is the blood in your rug, two drops by the leg of your coffee table. You know they’ll be there when he returns again, just another mark he’s left behind that you won’t be able to remove.

i don't know. this popped into my head and i was just thinking about how hard it would be to have this relationship with him knowing the both of you can't ever be together but neither of you are willing to save yourselves the pain that comes with being in contact. just. all the things that you can never say

[thinplacesradio]

stacked sound equipment and a radio with glowing green numbers. the image is distorted by VCR static. white text reads:

[026] THE SEEKER... A CALLER WAITS. THE SEEKER HEARS A VOICE ON THE RADIO.

listen here, or anywhere you find your podcasts. transcript under the cut:

[static, radio tuning]

[traveling sales rep: don’t touch that dial! We’ll be right b-]

[a high-register voice, not the Host’s:]

Car radio, yet again. Fixed, for now. It’s from a 2005 Honda CR-V, which I know is old, but, as you know, it’s been acting up for months now, um, and it finally just gave out on me. I don’t even know what worked to resurrect it here, but, well. [tools moving] The mystery of life, I guess. I’m sure it’ll start jumping stations again any day now.

[beep]

I could use a distraction so we are back to the transmitter. I’m building it from scratch instead of from a kit, uh, which basically means I’m just buying the parts that would have been in the kit separately, so I don’t really know if I’m saving money here or losing it. [tools clink] It’s pretty much kid stuff, but hey. It’s nice to go back to the basics sometimes, I guess. I think just to make it interesting I might take one of the old desktops to see if I can link it to some visuals? With different colors representing, I dunno, different letters, maybe? Maybe… make it so the words will show up as you tap the code in? Or I could just leave it with the binary, do kind of a black and white thing. I don’t know. [sigh] I don’t know.

[beep]

[phone ringing] [voicemail]

Hey, it’s me, you know what to do!

[beep]

[phone ringing] [voicemail]

Hey, it’s me, you –

[beep]

No one knows where she is, why does nobody know where she is. I - I think there’s something wrong.

[beep]

[phone ringing]

We’re sorry. You have reached a number that has been disconnected, or is no longer in service. To -

[beep]

I didn’t quit my job today. This isn’t really a project log, but I almost quit my job today, and I didn’t, and I, I think that deserves to be noted down, somewhere. I love what I do. But - doing it doesn’t seem as important anymore when I could be looking for her. I know I haven’t found a single thing, but that’s no reason to stop. I - [sigh]

I don’t know why I’m talking around it like this. Someone that matters to me is gone, and no one knows what happened, or why, or if - 

I wish she was just ghosting me, specifically. Like, that’s not something I want, at all, but I would take it if it meant that she was safe, living her life somewhere else. [sigh]

I don’t. I don’t think she’s dead. I really hope she isn’t dead. Sometimes I’d be at work glancing at the chat and there would be no new messages. Or at home with my phone on the table building myself a new desktop, and there would be no new messages. But I could still feel her on the other side, connected to me with that, I don’t know, electronic tether. Even when she wasn’t there, it helped knowing that she was somewhere.

That’s how it feels, still. I think she’s somewhere. I just don’t know where.

[voicemail]

Hiiiii, iris! Hi-riss! That’s nothing, sorry.  I texted you but I guess you must’ve lost track of time? I’ll just scale the building here and crawl in the IT window - you guys have windows, right? I feel like I imagine you in like a scifi basement most of the time. Anyway. I’m here, I’ll see you soon. Get down here before I bribe the security guard to let me in. I... yeah. See ya. I’ll be here.

[beep]

[morse code beeping] 

T-E-S-T. S-O-S. [pause] Where… are… you? 

Stupid, Iris. Just, stupid.

[beep] [equipment rustling, clinking, scraping]

It was, um, same company, different cities. I called her on the phone before I ported in to fix her computer, and she was – warm? Tired. Not exactly funny, but trying to make me laugh. I didn’t, but I thought about it, just to see if she’d laugh back? She messaged me on the company chat after, to thank me, and sent me a link to an article we’d been talking about while I worked on her desktop. I don’t remember what it was about even though it feels like I should. There are a lot of things I’m already forgetting. But I messaged back, and then we didn’t stop messaging. Until eight months ago.

I always want to know more about everything. Too much, probably. I can never stop digging. But she was the only one who really wanted to know more about… me.

I’m glad I got to meet her, but - I was supposed to keep meeting her - I - 

[beep]

[morse code beeping]

Don’t… be… dead.

[beep] [equipment moving aggressively]

Rob told me today that if I’m not going to go out for drinks with them after work anymore my only hobby can’t be looking for someone who’s been missing for a year. Really kind of insensitive, honestly. [huff] But I have been reading too many police reports, so today I will be starting a new project altogether.

[beep]

It’s the car radio, again, always the car radio. I should just buy a new one at this point, but then I’d never find out what was wrong with this one. Alright, okay, we’re trying scanning again, here we go.

[channels scan] [we hear the Sales Rep, and then the Host, cutting in and out:]

- Thank you for - feel - on - as always, our number is 71–

[Iris scrambles to stop the station but misses it. She tries tuning it back.]

Wait, wait wait wait wait. W-wait wait wait. 102 point 1. Oh my god. Oh my God. Wait. Hold on. 102 point - Wait, come back. Come back. 

I don’t – I don’t understand – [the road prov-] that’s Ha -

[beep] [keyboard clacking] 

I’m not the only person who’s heard her. There are people on subreddits talking about catching a radio call-in show on one frequency, exactly when they needed to hear it, but then not finding it again when they look for it, but just - How do I not need to hear it?

Here’s what I know about “the Host,” from what they know about the Host. Um, she’s always moving somewhere. She cares about her listeners. She’s experiencing impossible things, and so are the people calling in. And there’s a number.

Here’s what I know about my friend. She listened. She hated her job and always wanted a longer break. She loves pigeons and thinks that if aliens exist they’re single celled and acidophilic. She misses her mom. She was always reaching out for something. She was my friend.

[frantic music begins]

I know her voice, even if I haven’t heard it again. I know it was her, and I know I’m going to hear it again. I’m going to find the station. I’m going to find her.

[static] [Traveling Sales Rep: visit us at the - diner just off -] [Various Garbled Voices: the - road - provides - the - road - provides -]

Thin Places Radio is a podcast written by Kristen O’Neal and produced by Kaitlin Bruder. 

The voice of Iris is Kaitlin Bruder. 

The voice of H[static] is Kristen O’Neal. 

Editing and sound design are by Kaitlin Bruder, and the music track you heard in tonight’s episode is: Junoon by RANA. If you have a question to ask, a story to tell, or a suggestion for the host, give us a call at ‪(717) 382-8093. The lines are always open.

[Junoon plays]

[farplxms]

Noelle walks into the kitchen, acting nervous and giddy all at the same time. Kit eyes her up and down, new hair? No. New shirt? Not that either. He gives his full attention to her and turns his body towards hers. "What's up? Why do you seem so gleeful." Kit places his hands on his hips and studies her. Catching the way her arms are placed behind her back. "And what are you hiding behind your back?" Noelle chews the inside of her gums and shuffles around a bit. "Well, I know we haven't really talked much about.. certain things yet. We just got this new house which is huge for us, we got married. We're both working full-time jobs, but.." Noelle blows a raspberry and gives Kit full view of what she's been hiding behind her back. "I think we can add a little addition to our home, right?" Kits eyes go wide as her takes in the white and blue piece of plastic. Inside the window in tiny letters is the word POSITIVE. He palms it for a moment, lost for words. "Noel-" She cuts him off, "I know its a lot right now, we have a lot on our plates. But Kit, I want this. I want a little me or you running around our home making it a mess and making mud pies in the backyard. I wouldn't want this with just anyone, I want it with you." Noelle takes a deep breath. Kit just chuckles a bit and smiles at her. "Well, if you'd give me a chance to speak, my love. I was trying to say that, lets do it. Sure its unexpected, but that's just life. Life gives you lemons, make a baby." Noelle wiggles her brows at him and huffs out a laugh. "Did you just compare our baby to a lemon?" Kit moves down onto his knees and places his hands on each side of her belly. "Yes, I mean its still pretty small yet right? Don't they become the size of a lemon at some point?" Noelle shakes her head and cradles his. Running her fingers through his hair. "I'm not sure how far along I am yet, I just had a feeling that something was off. I've been super queasy, overly tired and craving pickles." He looks up at Noelle and grins, "So, I'm going to be a dad, hey?" She nods. Kit leans closer to her belly and speaks "Hear that lemon, I'm going to be your dad. And this sweet woman is your mama." - "Kit stop calling it a lemon!" Noelle whines and Kit just grins at her.

[dustedmagazine]

Listed: Nightshift

Nightshift, from Glasgow, occupies the softer, dreamier end of the post-punk spectrum. The debut full-length, Zöe, got our attention in 2021 with its tight, pinging chords and airy ethereality. Jennifer Kelly wrote, “It is hardly a punk album at all on some levels, and yet it also is, just gauzier and more inferential.” The band has since expanded to a four-piece and produced a second album, Homosapien, which we liked as well, noting “a crisper, more rock-band-ish iteration of Nightshift’s dreamy, surreal punk.” Here the band members (Andrew Doig, Rob Alexander, Eothen Stearn and Chris White) describe some of their favorite things in music, books and film.

Andrew Doig

Bedmaker — S​/​t

My music choice is Bedmaker’s debut album on Dischord Records featuring the legendary Amanda MacKaye on vocals, some agitated and tight post punk with a classic Washington DC flavor.

Jeff Noon — Vurt

I have chosen the book Vurt by Jeff Noon cuz I love this Manchester influenced cyberpunk weirdness, it’s a refreshing northern England style take on Neuromancer type vibes.

Rob Alexander

Lily Paine — Between Silence and Speech

Between Silence and Speech is a brilliant and inspiring book of poetry and illustrations by Glasgow artist Lily Paine; I read it most days. There’s a really good film on YouTube (LILY - a medical documentary) by a medical student called Will Nutter about this artist.

L — Marilyn Monroe — All of Us

The debut album from Glasgow band L on Radical Documents is a jaw-dropping, mind-melted magic poetry rock virtuosos’ trip. They’ve got Jack Mellin, a legendary guitarist from Glasgow who has been part of the Nightshift at some point too.

R.Aggs

Our great friend Ray (R.Aggs) who contributed fiddle to Homosapien, fronts some amazing bands, Sacred Paws, Trash Kit and Shopping, and has two amazing solo records out that are uniquely uplifting and beautiful, each with banger following banger. I didn’t sleep well last night and woke up thinking that I didn’t like music anymore; listening to this has brought me back to life!

Eothen Stearn

Kai Cheng Thom — Falling Back in Love with Being Human

This book was recommended to me by a colleague who runs the anti-racist library at Woodlands Community. I had been discussing feelings of being overwhelmed and a desire to reconnect with the world, and she suggested this book. It’s an amazing collection, a mixture of short excerpts and vignettes, each accompanied by a small invitation. For instance, one might invite you to visit a place you’ve never been, or to write a letter to yourself. These invitations are often inward-facing, but some are like spells, encouraging reconnection with the world and finding small joys.

The author, a sex worker and trans woman, writes from a decolonizing perspective. The book is not just a series of stories; it’s interactive, with each short piece followed by an invitation, creating a rhythm almost like a metronome. I read it while on holiday, and it came at a perfect time. I’m grateful for its existence.

Grave Goods — Tuesday Nothing Exists

Manchester and Dublin power duo who take you on a journey. I’m really inspired by the sound and rhythms of the Grave Goods album. The lyrics are great, with a spoken word element and excellent timing. The music feels raw and exciting.

Robyn Rocket — Love EP

Some of you might be familiar with Robyn Rocket. Robyn, an instrumentalist who plays the trumpet, is a pioneer for neurodiverse musicians, being neurodiverse herself. She has been featured in The Wire magazine and is actively working to make spaces more accessible for neurodiverse individuals. Robyn is heavily involved with Heart n Soul in London, an amazing charity, and she also programs her night, Robyn Rocket, at Cafe OTO. She plays in various projects, including Dean Rodney Jr. and the Cowboys.

I love her collaborative approach, and her latest record features contributions from many people. Her work has a cosmic quality, both in her music and her illustrations. I’m thrilled that she’s receiving the recognition she deserves.

Chris White

Rob Churm — The Stone Tape — Posters 2001 – 2023

Rob Churm’s poster book is a great look at some of his art, featuring bands and venues from the past 20 years in Glasgow. It name-checks many of the venues and musicians I’ve seen since moving here in 2005 and features numerous previous bands that Nightshift members and contributors have been involved in. It’s a great one to look through, and the markings and colors look amazing. It also includes the first Nightshift gig poster, which has us on the bill with my next recommendation.

Alfred Bellman — Congregate

This is, for me, the sound and vibe of our last shared studio space, where Nightshift recorded most of our releases so far. For years, I’d show up at the door and hear this guy blasting out space-age psych jazz fusion — drones, drums, hymn-like verses, raps, and basslines. His first cassette album was put out by Doig on his Cusp label, the same label as our first Nightshift tape. This new one was put up on Bandcamp at the end of last year. He’s a multi-instrumentalist who plays trombone on our new album and drums in Rob’s other band, Radio Banter. His music is great and deserves more listeners, I reckon. Check it out!

[asummersday]

22, 26 and 30

22. Share an excerpt from your favorite scene

This scene from chapter 6 of ataimw is so very near and dear to my heart <3

The kitchen is dark and the lair is quiet. Leo doesn't really want to let Donnie return to his lab just yet.

"Sit down," he says, snapping the first aid kit shut. "I'll make us hot cocoa."

Donnie doesn't protest. He cradles his burned hand to his chest and shuffles over to the kitchen table. Leo messes around the kitchen, picking out a pot and two mugs, cocoa from the tea cupboard and milk from the fridge.

It's the peaceful sort of quiet that only exists this early in the morning, when everything is pale blue and the sun hasn't risen yet. Donnie says nothing, and neither does Leo.

He barely bothers to make anything fancy, he just tries to be quick. When he's done, he makes his way to the kitchen table, mugs in tow.

“I don’t know how to make it as good as Mikey’s or Raph’s, but—” he slides the warm mug over to Donnie.

It’s a very nice mug— ceramic and plain white with dozens of flowers of varying sorts and sizes printed all over it. Leo’s mug is a dusty blue with ‘world’s best grandma’ written across it in neat print letters. Not nearly as nice as Donnie’s, but it’s taller and wider, so Leo’s not complaining.

“It’s fine,” Donnie replies, picking up the mug and taking a hesitant sip. “Thanks,” he adds as an afterthought.

Leo hums in reply, sliding into a vacant chair at the table. Neither of them bothered to turn on any other light in the kitchen, so they’re mostly sitting in the dark, drinking hot chocolate in silence.

Leo feels tired. It’s five in the morning, and he feels it weighing on him. His eyes sting a little and he misses how comfortably asleep he was back in Donnie’s lab.

Across from him, Donnie leans back in his chair, head tilted up toward the ceiling, eyes closed. He’s not sleeping, but Leo wishes he was. Donnie is never this careless with his tools, he’s never careless enough to use the more dangerous ones when he’s sleep deprived. He wonders, briefly, if Donnie would’ve gone knocking on his door after the fact had Leo not shown up in his lab, demanding his twin’s attention.

26. If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

Ohhh. I think I'd have to say when I decided to add Big Mama into the plot of ataimw. I know I've complained about it a bit but I just love to complain, I think its actually a pretty good direction I've taken the plot in.

YEAH cuz I was stumped for WEEKS trying to figure out the plot of this fic, because I suck at plots and I wasn't expecting this fic to require one. I have the angsty stuff going on alongside the plot (finding the cursed amulet) and I was like "well. Its kind of boring making Leo just like chase the foot clan around for 10 straight chapters especially considering that in canon theyre really not that good at what they do, plus its more fun to add something new to spice things up" and along came Big Mama. She's SUCH a fun character (but so difficult to write 😩) and having her in my story definitely makes my plot work better (bc bow Leo ACTUALLY has to work to get the amulet back instead of just chasing the foot clan around NYC. I got sick of that pretty quickly)

(Tbh a lot of people in my comments want leos brothers to find out what's going on but I HAVE A PLAN. and that plan involves no one finding out for at least a couple more chapters sorry.)

30. What’s something that you want to write in 2024?

Ive got a handful of projects for 2024, but at the top, id say finishing all the ashes in my wake. I have two Rise oneshots i really want to write also, both angst and hurt/comfort of course, and that's all I'll say about it :3

Theres also a DC fic that's been sitting in my drafts since September last year that I really hope to get to, though since my hyperfixation's fully shifted into rise idk when ill get to it

Thank you for the ask!!!!

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[fireandblood-xxii]

The AOT Crew Goes to Disney World! 🫶🏼

All the shenanigans that would go on if the worlds saddest crew went to the happiest place on Earth

includes: Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Levi, Erwin, Sasha, Connie, Jean, Zeke, and Reiner. Totally SFW. Fluffy hcs ahead 💞

Eren

Fights thru crowds to be the first in line at all his rides, and eventually forces the crew to all get fast passes bc he’s sick and tired of waiting

Goes to the spinning tea cups and spins his way too fast that he physically cannot stand and nearly vomits all over himself

Mikasa has to carry him over her shoulder after that for a little while

And he still literally has no self control after this, he’ll go on a rollercoaster regardless if he’s just eaten and stuffed himself to the brim. He’ll just takes the L and vomit it all up afterwards

Instead of getting Mickey ears like everyone else, he gets a Kylo Ren cape and helmet

Has Mikasa on his shoulders during the parade so that she can get a better view of all the floats and characters :’)

Mikasa

Gets a Disney Princess makeover!! She gets the full Snow White transformation and Eren just skdjsjsjjs he’s beside himself

She convinces Eren to do the novelty drawings where they make their heads and features all huge and exaggerated; she treasures it forever ;u;

Keeps an eye at Eren at all times and gets jealous when all the Disney princesses get flirty with him

She buys Eren a Mickey balloon under the guise of a sweet little gift but really she uses it as a tracker to know where he’s at at all times if she happens to lose sight of him

Armin

A little girl mistook him as Cinderella and thought he was so pretty lmaooo everyone was making fun of him after that, poor bby

Tries to carefully plan out the day ahead, constantly checking the Disney app to check wait times, arranges when and where they should stop for meals, snacks and hydration stations, and even schedules around shows!!

Checks the gift shops to buy him, Eren, and Mikasa Disney friendship bracelets :’)

His favorite ride in the whole park is Soarin’ and wants to ride ALL the water rides

Whenever he spots a commemorative plaque for a statue or location of the park, he has to stop and read bc the history/story behind it fascinates him. He just likes to know things

Levi

Dad #1 of the group

He has to make sure all his children are in line and none of them get lost

The cast members make him stand up against the “you have to be this tall to ride” board each and every time to make sure that he fits the height requirement

He quickly gets sick of the ridicule and just waits on everyone outside of every ride with all their drinks and toys

The group’s solution to this is to buy Levi a pair of Tinkerbell Mickey Ears to “add height”… he is not amused but he wears them anyway

He and Mikasa take a photo with Snow White and the seven now eight dwarves… “But Levi there is only ONE Grumpy… SMILE!!” “Tch… shut the hell up.”

Erwin

Dad #2 of the group

Has to make sure Dad #1 doesn’t lose his ducking mind

He made matching t-shirts for the entire crew!!! They all say “Survey Corp: Disney World 2022” in glittery letters and everyone’s name is on the back of their shirts. Except his says “Dad #2” and Levi “Dad #1” The emblem on the shirt are the Wings of Freedom and they have Mickey ears on themskskskksks

Also wearing the typical dad fit— khaki shorts with the shirt tucked, New Balance trainers, Fanny pack, and you can see streaks of sunscreen across his nose bc p r o t e c t i o n!

At one point, Connie accidentally falls and scrapes his knee and Daddy Erwin SPRINGS into action, grabbing a Mickey Mouse bandaid from his first aid kit

He takes photos and videos of everything and everyone like the proud dad that he is

Gets Walkie Talkies to be in constant communication with Levi:

Erwin on the walkie, to Levi who is literally only 10 ft ahead of him: I got eyes on Splash Mountain, I’m estimating about a 60 minute wait, should return at 1600 hrs. Over.

Levi, on the walkie, glaring back at Erwin: Fine, but we’re getting something to eat after this is over

Erwin: After this is what, Levi? I didn’t quite get that. Over.

Levi: You heard what I said Erwin, quit playing this shitty game

Erwin: You have to say ‘over’ when you’re finished speaking, Levi, otherwise I won’t hear you. Over.

Levi: EVEN AFTER IVE JUST ENDED THE SENTENCE WITH ‘OVER’ , I SAY IT AGAIN?

Erwin: Say what again? Over.

Levi: …I hate you. Over.

Erwin: No you don’t. Over.

Sasha

Would IMMEDIATELY get a Mickey Pretzel

Then you’d see her double fisting the huge churros. She looks like a Churro walrus as she stuffs her face with both at the same time

The guys eventually have to get her a child leash backpack to keep her from running amok on all the food stands

Also gets a Disney Princess Makeover!!! She gets the Belle transformation. So cute ;u; Nic would be all over her, saying he’s her Prince Adam

Her feet start to hurt from all the walking and wearing the wrong shoes, so Nic’s solution it to get her giant plush Minnie slippers. “ITS LIKE IM WALKING ON CLOUDS HHHHH”

HAS to take a photo kissing Nic in front of Cinderella’s castle <3 (group vomit ensues)

Ofc gets special souvenirs for each of her little siblings and her parents!!

Connie

HAS to get the classic Mickey cap and ears with his name embroidered across the forehead

Forced Sasha to take pictures with him and Chip and Dale and it was the cutest shit ever. Double twinning!! :’)

Then he has Jean take a pic with him in front of Cinderella’s castle doing the “I’m flying, Jack!” Titanic pose. Jean is Jack and Connie is Rose with his arms spread like a bird.

Calls his mom at the end of every day to tell her how much fun he’s having, about all the shows and attractions, the characters he’s met, and the food he’s eat. She’s SOO happy to hear from him but always bugs him to make sure he’s wearing sunscreen, staying safe, and looking out for Sasha and Jean

Jean

Acts totally unimpressed by the Disney Magic but eventually it overcomes him, and by the time they settle in to watch Mickey’s Magic parade and firework show he is SOOOOO pumped

Is one of the first to get drunk at Epcot because he “Drinks Around the World” and then tries to climb to the top of the Epcot globe.

Levi puts an end to that real quick and basically water boards Jean to sober him up

He gets a commemorative collector’s pin both to signify his first trip to Disney World and honor his fallen friend, Marco, who he knows would have LOVED the trip himself. He keeps that pin on his person at all times now

Zeke

He was super excited about this vacation because he saw it as an opportunity to bond with his little brother, and do all the things he would’ve loved to do with Eren if they got to grow up together

When they go to animal kingdom, everytime they come across an ape exhibit or a Jungle Book themed area, the guys point and laugh. “LOOK ZEKE IT’S YOU”

“Damn, it smells like shit in this park… what the fuck, Zeke?”

This quickly grows old and he just becomes pouty the entire time

He and Eren get light sabers in Star Wars land and re-enact a fight scene, light saber sound effects and all; Zeke uses the force to choke Eren. “Eren I am…. Your brother”. “NOOOOO”.

Gets himself a Darth Vader robe and helmet to complete his look

Makes ONE (1) joke to Levi about him being Baby Yoda and damn near lost his front teeth

Reiner

Falls in love with the Cinderella actress and as they’re taking a photo, he actually gets down on one knee to propose to her; she thinks it’s a joke, he does not

Takes lots and lots of photos and gets a ton of souvenirs to give to Gabi and Falco since they weren’t able to come :’)

At one point he FaceTimes his kiddos to show them all the cool stuff they’re missing out on 😭 they get sooooo jealous

This trip actually does wonders for him, being around such uplifting Disney magic, he comes back from the trip with a much sunnier and joyous disposition and everyone can tell. It’s like it healed his severely damaged inner child

And at first his PTSD sorta prevents him from riding some of the rides, but by the end of it he’s calling dibs for all the front row seats on the coasters and having the time of his life

other random hc:

They keep all the photos they take from riding the rides; in all of them, you see Connie and Sasha screaming their damn heads off, Zeke looks like he’s about to puke, Armin may have passed out ones or twice, and the rest are just smiling with their hands up

They get a good laugh out of the ones where someone is making a stupid expression

Everyone is soooo exhausted at the end of the trip and knocked out during the car ride home, except for Sasha who is beggingggggg Erwin to stop at McDonalds for a late night snack

But Sasha we have food at home

The food at home: 🥔🥔🥔🍞🍞🍞

It was definitely a vacation everyone needed. So they could let loose and remember what it was like to have real fun. Everyone’s inner child was healed this trip :’)

Will add more as I think of them :’)

[bonefall]

Tangleburr, Deerfoot, and their Parents

EDIT 2: On 1/30/2023 This post was changed to be accurate to the current version of the rewrite.

So here they are! Lizardstripe, her mate Mudclaw (renamed to Mudfoot in my rewrite because I don’t like major characters having name repeats), Tangleburr, and Deerfoot.

Info below

So in general, I give ShadowClan cats big eyes and very long whiskers, plus a lot of facial hair. Mudfoot and Deerfoot both have a classic ‘shadowstache,‘ a bundle of short whiskers around the mouth. I also wanted Lizardstripe to have green eyes because I always see Tangleburr with that color, and she got a bit of an overbite (which Deerfoot inherited) because there’s not enough cool dentition in Warriors.

Lizardstripe

She’s very, very different from canon. Instead of being just a sour, abusive mother, Lizardstripe is one of Bluestar’s oldest friends and used to sneak out to hang out with her friend group, the Forget-Me-Nots.

Lizardstripe was the first Forget-Me-Not to die, taken out in a battle over the Mothermouth moorland, before Brokenstar took power.

She was a young mother, not ready for the experience nor particularly happy about it, but she did still love her children. When she was bored, she would go on ‘exercises‘ and bring her kittens along, resulting in them being in Yellowfang’s den a lot for scrapes and dings.

She agreed to nurse Raggedstar’s motherless son for him when he still needed milk, but didn’t raise the little guy.

Mudclaw Mudfoot

Wasn’t the best mate, but a decent father. He was particularly close to Deerfoot, passing on many of his skills.

He was one of the best builders the camp had ever seen. They used to joke that he could out-dig a badger and still come back with a rabbit. He died of greencough and general weakness during the last winter of Raggedstar’s reign, shortly after which all three of his kits started to drift apart.

Deerfoot

Inspired by a red stag, I wanted him to look noble, but not in a ThunderClan way. His brow whiskers are thick and brush back like antlers, with a big bushy ‘stache (he’s proud of it. Tangle makes fun of it) and dark paws like hooves.

While he supported Brokenstar at first, it quickly becomes clear that him and Runningnose are bending the code to fit their needs. But, he got the same smarts that his brother Runny did, and learned quickly to shut up and get sneaky. Sure, he’s loyal, sure, he follows orders... to the letter. And the rules didn’t say anything about sneaking a few mice to the exiles. Mice full of herbs. Birds full of messages. Frogs full of rebellion.

He’s principled and honorable. He can have a fair amount of the good old ShadowClan dark humor in his fangs, but he gets tired of nonsense very quickly. He honestly regrets a lot of the things he said as a kit, and gets frustrated that Tangleburr never seemed to grow out of being a bully. After one too many comments that went to far, he stopped talking to her entirely.

They had just begun to reconcile when TigerClan took power, and Tangleburr became a fast loyalist. Deerfoot organized the rebels, just as he’d done before, resisting tyranny at every step. After helping the half-Clan cats escape, he was the only one captured and put on trial. He refused to name his co-conspirators and was brutally executed.

Jaggedtooth, Mosspelt, Dawnflower, and Reedwhisker, just some of the cats who owe their lives to him.

Tangleburr

DUMB! AS!! ROCKS!!!

I needed her to look like the funny little guy she is. She’s a little fluffy. A little chunky. She’s got this little tail and these big teeth and she’s always grinning. Her whiskers twist over each other, tangling at times. Sooo many appearances of her make her brown and white so I decided she needed ALL of the colors. Heterochromia also.

“Think before you speak“ but Tangleburr has never had a thought in her life. She’s all emotion. Swat first and ask questions later. She never has a good idea of boundaries or what the appropriate thing to say is.

In contrast to Deerfoot, Tangleburr was a loud and proud supporter of Brokenstar’s leadership up to the bitter end. She was ready to take over the entire forest, with no regard for how much space ShadowClan could actually use, or the suffering of other clans. After all, they’d never have peace as long as there were borders to battle over. She happily ate up every excuse and loophole Runningnose came up with-- she felt lucky to have such a smart brother and powerful leader!

As you’d expect, this caused a lot of tension between her and Deerfoot. When he cut her off, she blamed him at first for being stuck up all the time. Later, when they reconcile, she comes to realize that she was destroying the clan she loved, and that she’d lost so many clanmates while she’d been gone. When Deerfoot died, Tangleburr was distraught and could only think to keep him alive with her actions

She started asking herself what Deerfoot would have done, letting her paws be guided by his actions. This lead to a strong connection with StarClan (for a warrior, at least) and she became a good friend of Tawnypaw’s. She’s “No good at saying good, wise stuff, but I got two ears and one mouth! If you want a listener, I mean. Yeah.”

I’ve kind of fallen in love with her. Her son is Talonclaw; being saved from the vicious kittypets to help fix the family tree.

[palant1r]

An Incomplete List Of Wrightworth Songs That Unlock Forbidden Emotions

And Some Of Their Lyrics That Most Make Me Want To Lie On The Floor And Yearn

GHOST - INDIGO GIRLS

"Now I see your face before me I would launch a thousand ships To bring your heart back to my island As the sand beneath me slips As I burn up in your presence And I know now how it feels To be weakened like Achilles With you always at my heels"

THE CAVE - MUMFORD AND SONS

HATE THAT YOU KNOW ME - BLEACHERS (ALSO PRETTY MUCH THE ENTIRETY OF THE GONE NOW ALBUM)

45 - BLEACHERS

"Now you're just the stranger that I know best"

'TIS THE DAMN SEASON - TAYLOR SWIFT (SPECIFICALLY, BEANIX HELPING EDGEWORTH WITH CASES IN EUROPE)

"I won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay So I'll go back to L.A. and the so-called friends Who'll write books about me, if I ever make it And wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I'm fakin' And the heart I know I'm breakin' is my own

To leave the warmest bed I've ever known"

THE RUN AND GO - TWENTY ONE PILOTS

"Don't wanna call you in the nighttime Don't wanna give you all my pieces Don't wanna hand you all my trouble Don't wanna give you all my demons You'll have to watch me struggle From several rooms away"

CANDLE (SICK AND TIRED) - THE WHITE TIE AFFAIR

just. just the entire song. it's about phoenix after edgeworth's note

TO LIVE A LIFE - FIRST AID KIT

"I wrote you a letter To make myself feel better To redeem some part of me I thought I had lost And we were a lost cause Long before we fell apart 'Cause honey, I was too eager And you were too smart"

SUNBURN - OWL CITY

"Oh afterglow, look out below! We'd left a trail of dust behind As we parted ways, she held my gaze, And left an imprint on my mind I tried not to cry as we said goodbye And hung the clouds above my town But I shed a tear when she disappeared 'Cause now I'm a stranger on the ground"

[beom1e]

actions have consequences

you’d never liked going to the beach, it always ended with sand in places sand shouldn’t be and sea water on your carseats. yet still, you found yourself applying to become a lifeguard at your college’s hottest summer hangout spot — the beach. you didn’t expect to get accepted, and now your worst nightmare was about to become your reality.

pairing choi soobin x fem! reader (ft. choi yeonjun)

genre fluff, bit of angst, college au, lifeguard! soobin, lifeguard! reader, slice of life

warnings cursing, talk about swimming and drowning and the ocean, alcohol, kissing

the ear-splitting squawking of seagulls was the first reminder of the stupid decision you had made. you gripped your pillow in your hands and stuffed your face into it, squeezing your eyes shut to block out the light. it was fairly difficult considering your cabin was only made of wooden planks riddled with cracks that the light was able to slip through.

rolling over to face away from the window, you stared blankly around the small room. there was just your bed, a wooden chair and a mini fridge. why on earth your employers decided a mini fridge was better than personal bathrooms, you weren’t sure. with a huff, you grabbed your phone to check the time. it was five in the morning, half an hour before your first shift of the summer.

‘shit,’ you pushed yourself up out of bed, almost tripping over your suitcase on your way to the door. uniform in hand, you grabbed your sandals and left your cabin, locking the door behind yourself. as fast as you could, you ran along the wooden pier until you were met with the communal bathrooms.

out of all summer jobs, you managed to get yourself into the worst one possible. you hated everything about the beach, including the people. there was sand and salty water and seaweed that stuck to your feet, as well as shaking dogs and children with sticky hands from their ice cream cones. not to mention how it was always smokey from people barbecuing, and teenagers decorated the beach with empty beer bottles every single night.

tugging the white t-shirt that read, ‘guard,’ in red lettering over your bright red swimsuit, you thanked the universe that the dress code wasn’t a bikini. pushing your way out of your stall, you hurried to brush your teeth as the rest of the girls around you chatted casually. you almost forgot that you were the new girl.

you carried your pyjamas and toiletry bag back to your cabin, exchanging them for your lifeguard kit. looping your whistle around your neck, you locked your cabin door once more. then you became suddenly aware of how tired you were feeling, realising how early in the morning it actually was. you’d rather be spending your summer locked away in your dorm than waking up earlier than the sun for two entire months.

as you turned towards the exit of the pier, you came chest-to-face with a stranger. raising your gaze, you saw that he was smirking back down at you.

‘uhm, sorry,’ you stepped over to your left, letting him pass. but at the same time, he moved to his right. ‘you go first.’ laughing lightly at the situation, you stepped out of the way once again.

‘what’s your name?’ you were so taken aback by the question that you simply stared at him. ‘i’ve never seen you around here.’

‘it’s my first day,’ you explained. ‘and my name is y/n.’

‘well, y/n, if you ever need someone to show you a good time, i’ll be eternally available,’ the boy smiled, making you force a smile back in his direction. college boys sure were forward. ‘i’ll be in cabin eight, just so you know.’

‘leave her alone, yeonjun,’ another voice cut the two of you off. you turned to face a slightly taller boy, happy that he came to your rescue. the boy you assumed to be yeonjun shrugged and began walking in the direction of the bathrooms. ‘sorry about him. he’s actually very sweet, just flirts with anything with a pulse.’

‘thank you,’ you smiled, awkwardly staring down at the wood beneath your feet. ‘i have to go, lives to guard.’

‘yeah, of course,’ he stepped out of your way, watching you all but flee the scene from embarrassment.

lives to guard? groaning to yourself, you were almost glad to be planting your feet on the hot sand. there stood your supervisor, a clipboard in hand as she scanned the beach.

‘morning, newbie,’ she greeted you, scrolling through her list. ‘since it’s your first shift, i’ll put you up on that tower over there in the middle. a mentor should be with you soon, and your lunch break is at eleven. don’t worry, though, i’m sure soobin stashed enough snacks for the both of you.’

‘sure, thank you,’ clutching your bag, you turned on your heels and headed for the lifeguard tower. it was quite large, enough to fit at least five people onto the platform alone. then there was a small white room perched atop it, where you assumed all the equipment needed for an emergency was situated.

you sat with your feet dangling, eyes scanning the scarce beach. a few old couples occupied it, walking their dogs before it became too busy. it wasn’t too sunny yet, although you wished you’d bought yourself a visor when you’d had the chance.

ten minutes passed before you saw another lifeguard come down onto the beach. it was the taller boy who has saved yeonjun’s attempt to label you his summer fling, and he was headed your way. oh god, he’s soobin. naturally, he turned to the steps leading up to you, flashing you a perfect smile, dimples and all.

‘so you’re my mentor with a stash of snacks,’ you stood up, holding your hand out towards him. he stared at you blankly before realising you wanted him to shake your hand. ‘sorry, was that too formal for a lifeguard?’

‘only slightly,’ he laughed softly at your awkward approach. ‘but are you hungry? i always bring food to break up the long day of sitting and watching people.’

‘not usually at this time of the day,’ you watched him sit down, and instantly followed to sit at his side. ‘but i am now that i’m awake.’

‘yeah, it’s a difficult routine to get used to,’ he agreed, placing his bright red bag at his side. ‘so… do you live around here?’

‘not exactly,’ you gratefully accepted the breakfast bar from his offering hand. ‘i’m a student at the college.’

‘me too,’ soobin sent you another one of his perfect smiles. ‘yeonjun forced me into this job last year. he’s graduating next summer and wants to work the beach one last time.’

‘lot’s of opportunity for dates, i guess,’ taking a bite, you turned to face the beach again. ‘he’s quite the charmer.’ the two of you laughed together at your joke, and you were glad you got paired up with someone as sweet as soobin.

by the end of your second week, you’d gotten the hang of things. the days were getting longer and hotter and you found yourself shopping for that visor as well as a bikini you promised yourself you wouldn’t buy. but who could say no to a cute, cherry red bikini that had, ‘lifeguard,’ printed along the hems?

soobin was easily your closest friend out of the lifeguards. he introduced you to his four college friends, too, but it didn’t stick completely. except for maybe beomgyu, because who could resist such a sweet energetic boy?

the only downside of scooting your way into an all-boys group was the pure hatred felt by the other girls. it wasn’t in your plan to make any enemies, especially not with the people who had access to your shampoo bottles. a new fear of going completely bald or a ridiculous colour overnight had been unlocked, for sure.

still, you spent most of your days with soobin. it was routine to sit on the lifeguard tower all day, sharing snacks and stories. you always teased soobin for not being able to swim, and he threatened to put sand into every pair of your shoes in return. he’d taught you all the basics of being a lifeguard, which is how you caught up so quickly.

he always switched his shifts to be with you, and would accompany you to lunch everyday. you’d miss him at dinner sometimes, but he would check up on you before you were off to bed. and both fridays, he treated you to ice cream. a small part of you was hoping it would become your new weekly tradition.

‘good morning, y/n,’ beomgyu called from across the beach, waving you over. he was your mentor for the day, despite the fact you were sure you didn’t need one anymore. ‘what’d you bring?’

‘every kind of fruit you could imagine,’ you teased, making your way up to the tower and sitting cross-legged on the ground. he grimaced but took a seat opposite you, waiting for you to tell him you were just kidding. ‘i’m just taking care of you.’

‘no fun,’ he shook his head. ‘yeonjun always has the best snacks.’

‘well, he’s right over there with soobin,’ you pointed out, gesturing towards the two sitting on some beach chairs. oh how you envied the ground shifts, as beomgyu had nicknamed them. ‘we can swap if you want. but take this, i packed you all a fruit tub each.’

‘ugh, fine,’ he grabbed the two containers from you before pushing himself up onto his feet. ‘just because soobin is your favourite.’

‘bring back those containers later!’ you called after him, following him with your gaze. he went to talk to the boys, and you watched as soobin nodded to himself as he listened. the smile that spread across your lips couldn’t be helped.

he was so dreamy with the way his eyes crinkled and his dimples appeared when he smiled, and he was so tall which made him a lot easier to spot from a distance. he always wore his t-shirt and some cherry red swim trunks, but occasionally he would use the bottom of his shirt to wipe at his eyes or face. every time he did so, you would hope he was going to take it off.

his eyes met yours and he gestured for you to come down. you smiled, shaking your head and patting the space beside you. he excused himself from the conversation, brushing his hair back with his hand as he made his way over.

but the moment was easily interrupted when you spotted two young boys practically drowning each other in the sea. struggling to grab your whistle, you made your way onto the beach before you were able to blow it. pulling the boys apart, you lectured them both about the dangers of holding each other under the water. they both looked glum as they made their way back to their parents who were too busy reading to notice.

‘hey,’ soobin came up behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders and turning you around. ‘are you free tonight?’

‘why?’ you made your way back up to your tower. ‘i mean, obviously, but why?’

‘there’s going to be a party tonight,’ he explained. ‘on the pier, after the sun sets. probably just a bunch of people hanging out in each other’s cabins and making out under those hideous christmas lights. i thought you and i could get away from it all.’

‘but a party sounds nice,’ you pouted, reclaiming your spot with your back against the wall. pulling out your water bottle, you waited for soobin to say something else. ‘i need it after a day as hot as this one.’

‘well, that’s fine too,’ he pursed his lips, looking off to the distance. ‘i guess it could be fun.’

you hardly noticed the silence that fell over the two of you after the party discussion until you realised it was lunch time. ‘so, where to?’ you asked hopefully, but soobin’s response was definitely not what you were expecting.

‘having lunch with the guys today,’ he rushed out, slinging his bag onto his shoulder and almost running from you. being left in the dust, you slowly packed your things up and made your way back up to the pier. then you saw him talking to one of the girls, who he led towards the street. you felt your jaw drop at the sight.

rolling your eyes, you entered your cabin and slammed the door behind you. unsurprisingly, beomgyu was sprawled across your bed. ‘so you saw it, i’m guessing?’

‘saw what?’ you snapped back bitterly. ‘and i need you out of my room so i can lock up while i shower.’

‘you saw soobin with another girl,’ he laughed. ‘don’t act clueless, y/n, we all know you have a thing for him.’

‘i don’t,’ turning to face beomgyu, you shot him a glare. ‘i’m just mad he lied to me about having lunch with you guys. really, who does that? besides, i like someone else.’

‘is it me?’ he rolled over onto his stomach, placing his chin in his palm and fluttering his eyelashes at you.

‘it most certainly is not,’ you grabbed your spare lifeguard t-shirt, throwing the material in his face. ‘i’ve witnessed you drunk, gyu, there’s no coming back from that.’

‘i’m just saying,’ he stood up, dropping your t-shirt onto your bed. ‘with soobin out of the picture, you have more time for me.’

‘oh, sure,’ flicking off your light, you forced beomgyu out of your cabin. ‘want to get lunch with me? i promise no more fruit.’

soobin never came back after lunch. it wasn’t like you were worried, considering you didn’t know when his shift started and ended. beomgyu had took it upon himself to sit with you until the sun began to set, pushing all of your buttons. he jumped from singing in a ridiculous voice to trying to flip your water bottle to hiding your whistle all over the beach.

you were pretty much exhausted by the time you finished washing all the sand and sea water off your skin, but you couldn’t escape the pier party. soobin turned out to be right about the christmas lights. pushing your way through college kids drinking and kissing turned your one minute trip to your cabin into a five minute trip.

out of instinct, you checked your phone for messages. there was one from taehyun asking if you’d seen soobin, but none from the boy you all seemed to be searching for. falling back on your bed, you frowned up at the dark wooden ceiling. you knew beomgyu or yeonjun would be here to drag you out of your pitiful state soon, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move.

it sounded like soobin was asking you out just hours ago, but now he was disappearing for the entire day with girls you’d never seen before. maybe if you hadn’t been so stupid to shoot him down so quick, he’d be at your door about to pick you up. there was a knock on your door before it swung open, and there stood yeonjun.

your relationship with him was awkward. in fact, he was the first person that came to mind when you lied to beomgyu about liking someone other than soobin. because he was crazy attractive and had his way with words and sometimes you caught yourself staring at his lips wondering what it’d be like to kiss them. he enjoyed flirting with you and you let him, but he knew you had feelings for his best friend. you weren’t close like you were with beomgyu, it wasn’t casual like it was with taehyun and kai, and it certainly wasn’t whatever you had with soobin.

‘come on,’ he sat beside you, pulling you up to sit. ‘i’ll be your date for the night. i can show you that good time i promised.’

‘it never stops, does it?’ you laughed at his attempt to cheer you up. ‘but sure, i’d like that.’

he grabbed your hand, leading you out onto the pier. the music was deafening but it was also freeing to hear some loud guitar and drums. beach goers loved to play the latest pop songs, and it drove you mad at how repetitive they were.

‘i’ll get us some drinks,’ yeonjun leaned in to say, leaving you to rest against the railing to examine the area. that was when you saw soobin and the mystery girl down at the beach. your expression and heart dropped all at once.

honestly, you felt stupid. actions have consequences, is what you tried to tell yourself. it was only your own fault. soobin said he lived by that, considering he was working as a lifeguard but he couldn’t even swim himself. you agreed when you explained how you had a deep hatred for the beach but somehow ended up in the same predicament. if you hadn’t picked the party over a night with soobin, maybe you would’ve been walking hand-in-hand down the beach with him as he was with her.

‘sorry, line was long,’ yeonjun handed you a red solo cup. ‘i have no idea what’s in it.’

‘i don’t care,’ you finished the drink in a few gulps. ‘i’m getting a refill.’

yeonjun didn’t understand what had gotten into you until he spotted the scene on the beach. he shrugged it off and let you do whatever you felt like doing, it wasn’t his heartbreak to deal with. you returned to see the couple had retired from their romantic stroll under the stars, and the thought alone made you roll your eyes. before you knew it, the two had made their way up to the pier and were talking to a small group.

you gestured for yeonjun to lean in closer until you were sure only he could hear you. ‘i need you to kiss me,’ he chewed on his bottom lip in thought, glancing over at the couple. ‘i need to see if soobin has any sort of feelings for me.’

‘how dramatic should i be about it?’ he beamed. you could tell he was loving this evil plan of yours.

‘enough to be attention grabbing but not so much so that beomgyu starts wolf-whistling,’ you nodded, mentally preparing yourself. ‘and enough that soobin sees.’

without another word, yeonjun grabbed your face and placed his thumbs over your lips. he pulled you into the fake kiss, the force of it making you grab onto his t-shirt for support. he’d angled it perfectly so that soobin couldn’t see his trick of blocking the kiss with his thumbs. seconds felt like minutes before he pulled away, smiling at you lovingly like lovers would do. you returned the smile, his hands still cupping your face.

when you glanced in soobin’s direction, he was you watching over the top of his cup. he was quick to look away, and that was the last you saw of him for the rest of the night.

everything that could’ve went wrong, had went wrong. soobin stopped hanging out with yeonjun and beomgyu, because you came with them like a free gift. and he was mad at yeonjun, because he had known about his feelings for you when he kissed you. taehyun and kai were caught in the middle, but ended up on your side most of the time. they adored soobin, but they weren’t the biggest fans of the girl always trailing at his side.

you hated how things had switched. beomgyu’s singing was no longer annoying, you simply watched soobin’s every move from the tower as the former switched between different tones and genres every second. you always packed some extra fruit or vegetables for soobin, forgetting he was never around to take them from you. you’d search for him before lunch or dinner, only to discover he’d already left.

sometimes you would see him and the girl around. they didn’t seem awfully friendly, but it felt like you were being replaced. you missed shifts with soobin, talking about nothing important all day under the sun. and his dimples when he smiled, or how easily he got shy from your teasing. his laugh was contagious and addictive at the same time, but he didn’t laugh much anymore.

you thought you were being dramatic, he was only around for two of the four weeks you had been working. but did time really have anything to do with intensity? you weren’t sure.

the only thing you were sure about was that everything had became dull without soobin. it was a continuous cycle of waking up to seagulls, showering in a dull communal bathroom and watching strangers have fun all day. even the pier parties seemed like a bore. you locked your door and listened to music through headphones at every single one.

actions have consequences. you never should’ve taken a job at a place you despised, you never should’ve made soobin think you kissed yeonjun. it was petty of you, and now you were paying for it.

everyday you would pass soobin, and everyday it was awkward. like he was a stranger, not the cheerful boy you had met on your first day. you had to get yourself out of there.

‘i’m thinking about leaving early,’ you announced at dinner, making yeonjun drop his spoon. beomgyu stared at you wide-eyed as if you had just told him the worst news in the world. ‘i know it’s a two month job that ends with the summer, but i hate it here. the sand is starting to ruin all of my days.’

‘you could just talk to him,’ beomgyu aggressively shook his head as yeonjun tried to reason with you. the younger was practically begging you to take it back. ‘soobin has always been a believer in communication. you can work it out.’

‘this has nothing to do with soobin,’ you avoided their eyes, staring down at your plate. ‘i already told you guys i hate the beach. sure, having soobin around made it a less painful, but i still hated it.’

‘but you’re our y/n,’ beomgyu whined. ‘we need you.’

‘i’ll see you at college in autumn,’ you comforted him, patting the top of his head. ‘i’ll even let you have a sleepover at my dorm.’

beomgyu was still sulking after you’d finished eating and wished the boys farewell as you made your way to your cabin. pulling out your suitcase from under your bed, you began folding your clothes to place them neatly into it. but getting bored easily, you grabbed your phone and dived back onto your bed.

word had already spread to the two youngest boys. kai promised he would eat any nutritious snack you handed to him if it would make you stay, and taehyun asked you if you would go swimming with him one more time. beomgyu was spamming you with crying gifs, whereas yeonjun told you not to pay attention to their pleas.

the knock on your door was expected. you pulled it open thinking it would be beomgyu, but there stood soobin in all his glory. his hair was windswept and he was out of breath, as if he had just ran a mile in a minute.

‘um,’ you cleared your throat. ‘did you run all—?’

there was no going back now. soobin wasn’t the impulsive type, but there he was cupping your cheek and pulling you into a kiss. your eyes shot open in realisation before you relaxed into the kiss. but before you could kiss him back, he pulled away.

‘was that too much?’ his cheeks reddened. ‘i’m sorry.’

‘no, it was fine,’ you nodded, smiling. ‘i didn’t kiss yeonjun.’

‘i know,’ his tongue came out to wet his lips. ‘and she isn’t my girlfriend.’

‘i know,’ you copied, staring up into his eyes. ‘can you—?’

before you could finish your question, he pulled you back into his arms. you looped your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to you. you were given the chance to kiss him back, reassuring him about your feelings. his hands moved from your face to your waist, not wanting to let you go.

‘so… will you stay?’

‘because i kissed you i’m obligated to stay?’

‘actions have consequences, y/n,’

the sound of beomgyu wolf-whistling was quickly cut off by yeonjun slapping his hand over his mouth. the two of you parted instantly, turning to see the duo hanging out of yeonjun’s cabin.

[dameronology]

to all the pilots i've loved before {poe dameron} - 1/4

part one: different sides of the same wall

summary: you're in love with poe dameron. it's both the most complicated and most simple thing in the galaxy - and it's all shoved into a shoe-box under your bed, in the form of a thousand love letters. here's to hoping he never finds them. {series masterlist}

warnings; language

enjoy!! - jazz

(shout out to @profkenobi for helping me with grammar!! <3)

You didn't mean to fall in love with Poe Dameron.

It was a bad habit -- one that you kept promising to break, only to never find the courage. You know when you open a bottle of wine, and promise yourself one glass? Then an hour later, the bottle, let alone the fucking glass, is empty and you're dancing on the table and your cheeks are warm, and even with the worst hangover the next day, you know in your soul that you'd do it all over again? Because for the laughs, and the love, and the feeling you got of meeting your friend's eyes across the room under the dim lights of a late night, the head-aches were worth it.

You know when you open a bottle of wine? And promise yourself one glass? Then an hour later, the glass--let alone the fucking bottle--is empty and you're dancing on the table, and your cheeks are warm, and even with the worst hangover the next day, you know in your soul thaou'd do it all over again? Despite promising yourself you won't? Because for the laughs, and the love, and the feeling you get from meeting your friend's eye across the room under late-night dim lights, the headaches were worth it.

It was locked away under your bed; a pile of letters stuffed in a shoe box and wedged between BB-8's maintenance kit and your go-bag. You'd always been told that a pen was mightier than a sword, but ramming a bladed object through the beating heart of the most important friendship in your life felt, by all intents and purposes, a bit less damaging than any scenario in which Poe read your words.

So, you wrote and you and wrote, but you could never quite right your way out. Every time you scrawled down your feelings and locked them away in that cursed box, it felt like you were ripping off tiny bits of your soul and shoving them under your bed. Bit by bit, day by day, until there was nothing left but a tangle of unrequited love. It was daunting, and yet, you couldn't find it in you to complain.

"What are you so deep in thought about, huh?"

The sound of Poe's voice pulled you back to reality.

He'd dragged you out on yet another late night walk - just you and him trudging through the swampy forests of Ajan Kloss, the thick air suffocating you in a manner not entirely dissimilar to the way your feelings for the pilot did. The hot atmosphere clung to every part of you - hair and skin and head - but every so often, a cool midnight breeze would brush over you. You kept your eyes focused on the moon ahead, glancing between the different stars, and wandering which planets were which. It was the only way to keep you occupied as you wrote the next letter in your head.

Dear Poe, you suck.

"How much I want my bed," You murmured. "You know I have to leave early for a mission tomorrow, right?"

Firstly, because you make it so fucking easy to be in love with you. I wish that you could fuck up, or do something so irretrievably stupid that my feelings for you dry up like a puddle under the Tatooine suns.

"I know," Poe flashed you a smile, flinging his arm over your shoulders. He was in his pyjama bottoms and an old shirt, his iconic jacket slung over the top. "Sue for me wanting to spend quality time with my bestie before they leave-"

"- bestie?" You cut him off with a snort. "What are you? Twelve?"

But secondly, because you drag me out on these kriffing walks at 1 in the morning. And you know I'll never say no, on account for the aforementioned fact that I'm IN LOVE WITH YOU and also because I enjoy your company, you cocky bastard.

"What would you rather I call you?" Poe teased. "My partner-in-crime? My worst half? The reason Leia Organa banned me from going near the Falcon?"

"Screw you, Dameron," you huffed. "That was both our fault."

"You were supposed to be giving me directions!"

"And you were meant to be looking were you going!"

Everytime I hear noise outside my room when it's dark, I secretly hope that it's you. I know I see you everyday, at every meal and at every meeting, but now? It's just us. And when it's just us, it feels like we could be an...us us.

"What time do you head out in the morning?" Poe asked.

"About 7AM," you replied.

"It's only three days," He reasoned. "I'm sure BB-8 won't miss you too much."

You peered up at him, smiling. "Oh yeah, I'll be back so soon that BB-8 won't even notice I'm gone."

"I think he will."

Poe looked beautiful under the moonlight, and it was rather annoying because it did nothing to help your case. He had a thousand curls sticking out from under his hood; his brown eyes were tired from sleep, but the white light of the moon illuminated the tiny gold flecks speckled around his iris. You didn't mean to stare, but every time you did, you spotted something new - like the fact the left side of his mouth turned up slightly more than the right when he smiled, or the tiny little scar just below his nose.

And even though I sometimes think you might like or love me too, I really really really love our friendship. I love the way you try to make me laugh and I love the way you can read me like a book (and sometimes I hate it too) and I love the way you make everything between us so warm and so natural. I can die happy with what I have now.

"C'mon," Poe pulled you closer to his side. "Let's head back to base."

"Yeah, good idea." You murmured.

You walked the rest of the way back in silence. His arm didn't move from your side, and you didn't try to protest. It felt like your natural state, and one you never wanted to change. You always got a little clingy with him before missions, as he did with you before his - when you spent days apart, it was hard...because of what good friends you were.

Anyways, I guess that's it for now. For this letter. Until the next time my undying love for you feels like it will consume whole, not unlike the time we sae Chewbacca eat a porg.

There was no guarantee that you would even work - how complicated were relationships in the Resistance? And what if the pressure of it being a relationship suffocated the flames between you? And, worst of all, what if he just didn't love you back? Maybe you were just a friend to him. A platonic soulmate.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you hadn't realised you got back to your quarters. They were next door to Poe's - your beds were pressed up against different sides of the same wall, so even when you slept apart, you didn't really. A wall was nothing when, most of the time, it felt like there were literal galaxies between you.

"This is where I leave you," Poe released his grip on you. "I'm gonna miss you, trouble."

"Poe, it's three days," you gently reminded him. "I'll be back before you know it."

"I know. It's just three days longer than I'd like it to be," he bit his lip for a moment, brown eyes seemingly pondering...something. "Promise me you'll bring me back a magnet?"

"I will do my very best to find you a gift shop." You grinned.

Poe pulled you into a tight hug, holding you against his chest and resting a hand on the back of your head. He overwhelmed your senses at the best of times, but when the smell of his aftershave was so close, and his calloused hands felt like the only thing anchoring you to an otherwise dizzy universe, it felt like you could live and breathe for him, and only him. Couldn't think about anyone else, or dream about them, or even talk to them. It was just Poe. Only Poe.

"Fly safe." He gently said, before letting go.

"I always do," you replied. "You're the one who's trouble."

"So why do I call you trouble, trouble?"

"Beats me," you shrugged. "Goodnight, Poe."

tags: @neverlandlibrarian @asphyzzz @dream-alittlebiggerdarling @ubri812 @taina-eny

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