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[cheswirls]

set of drabbles i did for @februairy's cute badminton au :)

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"what do you mean you have us in different rooms?!"

"exactly what i said." shanks raises his hands to rest on his hips as he puts his metaphorical foot down. "this is an important competition, and i need you both to be all-in, one hundred percent. that means no needless distractions."

he raises his index finger when sabo opens his mouth to argue. "none of that. i've given you my reason and your only choice. unless you'd rather find somewhere else to stay on your own dime?"

sabo's mouth snaps shut. this time, when shanks offers him the room key, sabo wordlessly swipes it from his hand. he picks his training bag back up off the floor and storms away further inside the gym, muttering over his shoulder about getting in more reps while everyone else goes out to eat.

it's to blow off steam, so shanks doesn't say anything against it. hopefully the extra exertion will clear sabo's head.

-

when sanji opens the door to his hotel room, he finds his doubles partner on the other side instead of his assigned roommate. he can't help the surprise that pulls across his face. "what about sabo?"

"he kicked me out!" usopp exclaims, going from looking bashful to suddenly being very indignant – literally kicking the air. "then he made me switch him room keys!" his hand falls away from his suitcase handle so it teeters on its own to stay upright on the plush hallway carpet. "do you see what the problem is with that? it wasn't even his room to dictate what happens in!"

his other hand slides away from the strap to his overnight bag, essentially leaving both arms free to cross over his chest. "but if anyone asks, ace told me to say it was actually him that did all this. like anyone would believe that, hm? ace wasn't the one who stormed off earlier when we all got room assignments."

no, but he did stay behind to deal with his petty princess, sanji drily thinks as he finally holds the door open wider. usopp slouches where he stands and moves inside with all his luggage.

"well, look on the bright side, hm? neither of us has to deal with having a roommate that wants to be with someone else."

usopp nods wordlessly, still feeling prickly and dejected both at once. "really i'm just glad there's no cover story i have to keep up with. at least we won't have to deal with the fallout."

neither of them mention that it probably won't be an issue at all, because when shanks is personally traveling and organizing his athletes, his oversight is notably lax most of the time. it's not like he'll come upstairs to personally check everyone is where they're supposed to be for the night. aside from the grief given at the beginning, it's over now, for all intents and purposes.

besides, he'd meant what he said. he'd much rather room with usopp than have to deal with the world's most pouty prima-donna for the next four days.

-

sabo puts his arms in the sleeves of his pullover and then stretches them above his head in a last attempt to pop his spine. he's not given a chance to lower them and shrug the rest of the pullover on because ace comes up behind him and sags into his still-arched back.

sabo carefully resists a forming shudder when he feels ace's arms worm around his middle, fingers immediately roving along his sides. "ace, we really should go down to eat breakfast," he tries.

"gimme one more minute," ace mumbles into the back of sabo's jersey. "i need more sabo time to myself before we have to go out in public."

sabo snorts, because it's not like they'll be coming right back up or anything. he's not stuffing his feet into anything but slide-ons before 10AM if he can help himself. and he doesn't want to deal with bringing any of their practice stuff downstairs if they're not immediately going to leave.

his attempt at thinking of a snappy reply fails when ace's lips start working up the back of his neck. sabo does shudder this time, back finally relaxing from the unnatural position, and his arms come down from overhead to land lightly on ace's own. "ace, c'mon. let's go get food."

ace releases him to finish getting dressed himself, leaving sabo alone to resume putting his light jacket on. his commentary still filters over to sabo, though, both unnecessary and unwarranted.

"we could just go out to eat. there's that bakery down the road along the way to the training facility, and the woman who owns it likes watching us compete."

"we're trying to save money," sabo reminds him lightly, then smirks as he recalls exactly what they're saving money for. "hotel breakfast is free. if you want something specific later, we can nag shanks into taking everyone to eat again."

he opens the door for ace and doesn't attempt to decipher ace's mumbling after being met with a dull look. it was probably about how they could've gone to eat last night (or at least ace could have, if he hadn't offered to stay late with sabo) and sabo's better off leaving the exact wording of such a mystery.

but he does tune back in once they're in the elevator, ace speaking a bit louder and from a bit closer when he wonders aloud if they'd get something for free from the bakery if they let it slip that they're engaged now.

sabo puts an elbow in his side before the elevator doors can slide shut.

-

"you're late" are the first words koala says to sabo that morning when he sets his food tray down in front of the modest table she's claimed. she's said it for the sole purpose of riling him up and it works. she looks on in amusement when he pulls his chair out more harshly than intended.

"there's no set meal schedule, dearest, but thanks for grinding my gears. i can always count on you for that."

koala puts a hand over her heart. "what are friends for?"

sabo sits down heavily and leans into the backrest of the chair with a long-drawn sigh. "yeah, well, if you want someone to blame, then it's totally ace's fault for not getting up."

koala raises a brow at the wording. come to think of it, she had watched the two of them walk into the dining hall together. "you stayed with him? how'd you manage that? didn't you send me a whole long angry text last night about shanks being a literal demon from hell?"

"i switched rooms," sabo bites, throwing his head back to say this as snootily as possible. (ugh. it's too early for her to deal with this attitude from him.) "it's fine. shanks obviously doesn't understand the needs of teammates who are together romantically, so i just corrected his mistake on my own."

"and does he know about this correction?"

sabo purses his lips and ducks into his small bowl of porridge. "no," he mumbles.

"your 'needs' huh?" koala prods, smirking when sabo glances back up at her. she raises a brow instead of verbally asking the question.

sabo rolls his eyes and stabs his spoon back into the pile of mush. "we didn't do anything like that."

"like what?" ace pipes up, finally within hearing distance. when sabo only shrugs his shoulders, he wordlessly looks past his head to koala, but she only seals her lips. "well, glad you two are having fun with your secrets," he mildly snarks.

he pulls out a chair next to sabo and slides into it. "i still think we should've hit the bakery instead, by the way. the sesame cookies are already out, and when i asked, a server told me they were done making them for the day!"

"could've woken up earlier," sabo mutters. then, louder, "and we're still trying to save money."

"hah!" ace leans back precariously in his seat, ignoring his plate of cannoli to be petulant. "so when you want something, it's suddenly a necessary expense, but when i do the same it's a waste of money to even consider?"

"yes, that's right!" sabo proclaims haughtily, stabbing his spoon back into his breakfast. across from them, koala can't help but laugh at their comedy performance.

"aren't you used to him being this way by now?" she asks ace when ace glares at her. she also reaches into her bag at the same time to pull out a collection of thumb-sized cookies she has wrapped in a napkin. "you're lucky i'm so thoughtful," she says to him before he can get out a retort, offering him the small handful of the same sweets he'd been complaining about not getting to eat. "and that i thought of you earlier when i saw these and realized how quickly they were going."

"you're right, i completely forgive you and love you," ace rushes to say as he accepts the gift. at his side, sabo purses his lips and huffs at the wording, but ace ignores him completely in favor of tossing a small cookie into his mouth. "you're literally the best."

koala inclines her chin, leering over at sabo when he happens to look up at her. "i'm the best," she gloats.

she should have expected sabo to snap at some point, yet the heel suddenly digging into her shin makes her realize she'd thought of this a tad too late.

-

"oh, that? i can tell you about that," robin says to sanji and usopp during lunch. she'd heard an abridged version from koala earlier of the conversation she'd had with sabo that morning. "shanks found out those two got engaged recently and thought rooming them together would be a needless distraction."

that's the short of it, but it sure does paint matching looks of surprise on both of the athletes sitting across from her. they've both paused with food halfway to their mouths. she chuckles at the sight, hiding her open lips behind one hand.

"oh," both of them say simultaneously. then, from just sanji, "ok, yeah, i'd be pissed too. what a dick move. that's a valid reason."

"how long have they been engaged?" usopp asks around a bite of his sandwich. "was that supposed to stay a secret?"

"i don't think so, it just hasn't been too long," robin assures him. "i actually don't know the specifics. you'll have to direct your inquiries to either of them."

"yeah, no thanks," usopp mutters. "if shanks nearly had his head bitten off, i'd hate to see what happens to me."

"well, he did incite them," sanji reminds him. "i'm sure ace wouldn't mind telling us."

he specifically says ace because they both know he's the more easy-going of the pair, and also when sabo is confronted with something he doesn't want to share, he immediately becomes the world's most frigid ice queen.

"sabo might be happy to spill details, if you catch him at the right time," robin mentions. "it's his engagement too. i wouldn't be surprised to learn he's more excited than ace."

alright, yeah, that's a good counter-point to consider. both sanji and usopp think that over.

"after dinner?" usopp suggests.

"no, neither of them drink during a competition." sanji shakes his head. "maybe after the plane ride back home? if he's too tired, he might reveal something without thinking on it."

"if he's too tired, he just won't give us the time of day," usopp counters.

"what about after they win this week?" robin suggests.

which. is a good idea, in theory. but they would have to win, which is not a one-hundred percent guarantee.

but it is something to think over.

-

koala bites on her lip and sags into sabo's side again to bemoan her fate. below them, the current women's singles match-up is their own teammate reiju versus an athlete from sweden. "how can someone look so hot while sweating so much?" she says, completely aghast.

she makes the mistake of glancing up at him after saying this, bearing witness to the large smirk taking up his face. he opens his big mouth and already she knows she wants no part in this. "well–"

"yeah, i don't need unnecessary commentary from the man with a boyfriend," she gripes, leaning off of him. thankfully, sabo shuts his mouth and only shrugs, still looking smug but at least remaining silent about it. "speaking of which, where did ace go? wasn't he just here?"

sabo looks to his other side to confirm ace has indeed disappear. he looks miffed at this but keeps his answer perfectly indifferent. "how should i know? i'm not his keeper."

"you're right, he's just yours," koala says before she can help himself. sabo gasps, completely and justly indignant, and the look on his face is the perfect reward for ruffling his feathers again.

-

koby notices ace and sabo from the distance, but it takes him getting closer and a moment of observation to realize they're monitoring their competition and not merely engaged in conversation.

because from further back, it does look like something different. he stops short to watch ace wrapping an arm around sabo's back, tugging him closer with a hold around his middle. from the angle koby is to them, he can see ace gesturing down to the court with his other hand. they're both talking quietly with their heads huddled close together.

casual intimacy between doubles partners is nothing new, but koby can't help but add another mental notch to the running total he has in his head telling him this is another moment between this specific pair that qualifies more as pda.

he's kept this count going since the olympics ended, when he'd first begun to notice the change in the pair's affection for each other. it's not relative or important, really, but sometimes he can't turn off his observant eye. not for the first time, he thinks about asking after it in an unofficial capacity. maybe if it's off-the-record, they'd tell him if something had changed.

before he can think more on this, someone is calling out to him. specifically, someone says "hey four-eyes!" and from experience and the cadence, koby knows it's luffy before he turns around to acknowledge the athlete.

"hi," he greets luffy a bit lamely, still caught up in his thoughts. "you have another match?"

"no, i'm done for the day," luffy reveals. "i'm just sticking around to watch ace and sabo." he pointedly looks over koby's shoulder to see the duo not far away, realizing koby had been facing that direction. "do i need to get them for you?"

"oh, no, that's fine," koby insists, raising both hands to wave luffy's suggestion off. he peers over his shoulder as well, noting that the pair are even closer together than they were before, and quickly turns back to face luffy. "they, uh, look preoccupied as-is. i'd hate to ruin their concentration."

luffy looks at the pair again and takes koby's words into account. "oh, they're always like that now."

now implies that something has changed recently, though koby's not hell-bent on knowing anymore. the distance between the four of them isn't large, and he'd hate to be overheard, even if he is still curious.

luffy steamrolls along, though, not realizing the gravity of the situation. "probably because they're getting married soon? they've been a lot more touchy-feely since getting engaged."

sirens blare in koby's head, and he has to resist the temptation to look back behind him again. "oh, ok," he says, suddenly overwhelmed. that does make sense. it is a good explanation. it's also probably something he should not be privy to, especially if it's a recent development.

luffy must realize this too, because he perks up and grabs koby by both his shoulders. "i'm saying this to you as my friend, koby, not as a journalist."

"yeah, i got it," koby wheezes. "you can trust me. i won't say a word."

-

"maybe we should come back to korea," ace says at the end of their stay. they're both outside on the veranda, some light alcohol still in either of their glasses though neither are keen on finishing it off. it had been a celebratory move that both are regretting, especially with the summer heat bearing down on them. even in the dark of night, the blush on sabo's fair-skinned cheeks is still evident.

"after the season is over," ace says aloud, though they both know the implication. after we get married, he means. "we can book a room at the shilla and sight-see for a few days. or just chill in there. not like there's a lack of things to do."

sabo had been about to reply, but at the mention of the luxury resort hotel, he chokes. gasping for breath, he swallows the rest of his champagne in an attempt to quickly recover. "isn't that just a tad too expensive??"

"eh, we can splurge a bit." ace shrugs, then grins over at sabo. "it'll be another thing to save up for. if you want to."

"well i don't not want to," sabo admits, which is progress. as long as he's considering the possibility, that's good enough for ace.

"they even have their own bakery inside," ace adds, which only makes sabo groan.

"will you let that go already?"

[skylarsblue]

this isn’t really a request or anythin’, just a thought. 141 havin to deal with a southern team member who only gets progressively more accented the more they get mad.

100% projecting here

pretty unaccented, American, whatever —> ✨ anger ✨ —> Memphis called they want their “oo-ol” back (translation: oil).

i have no idea if they’d be annoyed, charmed, or just confused.

✦141 + Los Vaqueros With A Southern!Teammate✦

(My first C.o.D request and it's for pEOPLE LIKE MEEEE, southern traassh! This my shit. Fair warning, I've never played one of these games cause I don't have a console, so if they're ooc, please tell me how I can improve writing them!)

✦Random headcanons, Southern slang, GN!Reader, Race neutral as well but American, implied to be Oklahoma/Texas style southern, aggressive cursing because I have the mouth of a sailor, a bit of Google Translated Spanish(forgive me), Rudy doesn't have a color cause I ran out I'm so sorry precious boy✦

✧Simon Riley✧

He's not real fond of Americans, admittedly. He's got a little voice in the back of his head that automatically associates Americans with betrayal, but he'll keep quiet.

He cringes at your accent at first. He's not fond of Americans, even less so of most American accents. It's a very thick drawl and after being in the team for a while, he'll tease you about it, telling you to "Speak English" like he does with Soap.

He shuts up when you bring up his Manchester accent being illegible sometimes. It's all in good fun though!

After proving you're trustworthy, he'll basically call you his "special American", to show you're an exception. He will never stop poking fun at you though, just as you do to him. Particularly when you say something intensely American.

"Look at her ass, out here pitchin' a bitch fit with a tail on it." "...What in the hell is that even supposed to mean?"

He'll give you one thing, you treat beef well, which he appreciates. Given he used to be a butcher's apprentice. Americans from the southern states know how to make a hamburger and we know how to cook a steak, that's like...the one thing we can brag about.

If you're like me and you dunk on your own country, he thinks those moments are really funny. Especially when you sound so American.

He probably enjoys you being angry the most. He loves it so much, he thinks it's extremely entertaining. Especially if you're a more small, non-intimidating person on the surface.

"Fuck off! Out here makin' a damn mess of the place, runnin' around like a chicken with its head cut off, wrecking my shit! I outta whoop yer ass!" "Should we step in?" "No no, let it go on a little longer..."

Probably tries to make your call sign something heavily American stereotypical, in a funny way. (ie. Bald Eagle, Stars(JILL!), Shotgun, etc.)

A bit hypocritical but if you have a farm with cows on it, he doesn't really wanna see them. His first thought his how to butcher them from years of training, and if they're not butcher cows, he feels kinda bad for thinking it.

Congrats! You're the only American Simon likes, aside from maybe Alex but I don't know for sure.

✧Johnny MacTavish✧

Laughs when you first speak. He apologizes but like, he laughs at you, I'm sorry.

Definitely asks if you have a cowboy hat, and he will lose his fucking mind if you do. The more cowboy shit you own the more he's entertained, especially if you wear them around base/on field.

He understands you super well but no one understands how or why. Johnny explains that it's just because he's good with accents. He'll hear weird euphemisms and, though it may take a second, 9 times out of 10 he'll get it.

"Fucker's so cheap I bet he pinches quarters til they scream." "What?! What does that mean!?" "Means he's a penny pincher! He's cheap. C'mon, that one was obvious, keep up, yeah?"

If you're a woman/female leaning, he'll call you cowgirl. If you're male/male leaning, you get the nickname cowboy. Non-binary/Genderfluid/Etc.? He calls you partner, and he'll always say it with a shitty imitation of your accent.

Asks you a buncha questions about American-Southern stereotypes to see if they're true. If they are, he gets really giggly about it.

If they ever have a mission in America, he'll insist you lead them everywhere. He likes seeing how you interact with people, especially if you're in a big city where some nutsos are. This man would have a blast watching you in a Waffle House. It's the only time he likes seeing you yell in public, thinks it's hilarious.

If you have any farm experience he's gotta see it. He needs to. I don't care if the farm is your great grandpa's and you haven't been there in a decade, you better take him to see the cows and tractors right now, immediately. Especially if there are chickens. He loves chickens.

He makes fun of your accent but he thinks it's really hot sometimes and he's very annoyed at himself for it. Particularly when you speak softly, trying to console/comfort him, slipping in a typical southern pet name.

"You alright there, sugar? Took quite a hit there. You need anythin', sweetheart?" "...I uh, uhm, ahem. N-no, no I'm alright." "Are ya sure, sweetpea? Your face is goin' redder than a tomato."" NO, I'M GOOD."

Manages to get the entire team to call you a southern callsign, whether you like it or not. He'll force it to stick. Most are animal-based too. (Cowboy/Cowgirl, Chick/Rooster, Bull/Heffer, Big Tex, etc.)

Your accent grows on him significantly. While he thinks you're very sexy when you're angry, he's really affected when you're soft and sweet. (bonus note; if you're faux sweet when you're mad? The whole "Oh...bless your heart" type thing? He's prolly gonna pop a boner, not gonna lie.)

✧John Price✧

He's not American but there are a lot of American things he likes, admittedly. Specifically, old western stuff, horses, ranches, etc. That whole aesthetic is something he's always enjoyed. He won't say it, but he has a particular fondness for your accent when he first hears it.

Doesn't understand you when your accent gets super thick but he thinks it's entertaining nevertheless. Unlike Ghost or Soap, he doesn't comment on it, because he doesn't think he has room to talk. Maybe he'd do it once and then you'd throw it back at him and he'd realize that...yeah he has no room to talk.

He's a calm individual but he will yell when necessary. But, what he finds admirable is when you jump in and yell for him. Like you can read his mind and he can save his throat, watching the people who were pissing him off jump back at thick southern curses being yelled at them.

"I outta jerk a damn knot in your fuckin' tail, ya fuckin' dumbass! Didn't ya momma ever teach you respect?! You ain't ever gonna talk to my damn captain like that again or I'll skin yer fuckin' hide!" "Ahem, thank you, sergeant, that's enough."

Buys you a cowboy hat if you don't already have one, for sure. Whether you take it as a genuine gift or you take it as a light jab at your roots, he'll get a lil' dopey smile if you decide to wear it. Gaz definitely makes fun of you two. Soap points out that Gaz also wears a hat religiously and he & Ghost start callin' you the hat trio.

Man melts at southern-drawl-spoken pet names. He truly does. Much like Soap, there's something about it that makes the tension leaves his body, though he's not really sure why.

"You alright there, Cap? You're lookin' bout ready to drop..." "I'm alright soldier, just need to finish this." "Captain, it'll be there in the mornin'. How bout a nap instead, huh? You can't go workin' yourself to the bone, hun. It ain't healthy."" ...oh alright, just for a bit though." "Sure, sugarcube, just long enough to have some tea."

He'll probably pick up on a few pet names and call you them. Whether you wanna take it as platonic or not, it's really just a sweet gesture that he wants to return. Pet names are kinda just...a staple of southern slang. It's part of the accent that he really enjoys, therefore he wants to return it.

If he ends up helping you with a call sign, it's going to be a really sweet & nice one. Or perhaps something that's from an old western he's seen. Probably based on something you've said before. (Sugarcube, Lasso, Hun/Hunny.) Bonus points if you get a super sweet name that doesn't match your stature, he thinks it's funny if it throws people off.

Piggybacking off the last one, I think it'd be real funny if your call name was "Sugarcube" and you're like...a 6'0"+ buff dude with a deep voice. That shit would be funny. Anyway!

If you own/live on a ranch or farm in your off time, he'll feel honored if you invite him to see it. Don't worry, he won't laze around and just appreciate the cute animals. (Looking at you Soap) He's got a little bit of experience with cows & horses, so he'll do his best to help you move the hay and such. Don't let him drive a tractor though, it's one of the few things he just can't do.

John doesn't play favorites, he's fair and precise to his entire team. But...off the field? ...you might get a little favoritism, he's got a weakness for bein' sweettalked through southern drawl. Don't let that go to your head though!

✧Kyle Garrick✧

Kyle doesn't care too much, he thinks every country has shitty stuff and cool stuff. He's a pretty big believer in silver linings. While America is far from his favorite country, and he knows the common trope of uh...less than tolerant people from the south, that doesn't affect how he sees you at all.

He does snicker at your accent sometimes, but only when you say something really aggressively southern. Especially making up random southern phrases that he doesn't understand at all. He finds it endearing.

"We just gotta haul ass and go tear shit up, run through like a buncha Tasmanian devils, right?" "...I understood...some of those words. Uh, sure, right." "We need to move our asses and fuck shit up." "Ah, okay. Could've just said that, but alright."

Thinks you're kinda scary when you're mad. He'll be the type to try and calm you down, but he understands if it's someone who deserves it. Not that he doesn't find your drawl fun to listen too, especially if someone was being an ass, but he doesn't like seeing you upset.

If the person you're yelling at was being a real big ass, he'll let you yell for a little, but step in. However, if you're doing condescending rage? Oh, go for it, do it all you want. He thinks it's hilarious.

Finds it particularly sweet if you're angry on the teams/his behalf. He can fight his own battles but he thinks it's a big sign of trust, friendship, etc. that you feel the need to defend him.

"Bless your heart, your brain ain't firing off on all cylinders is it, hun? Tsk, that's a shame..." "Excuse me?!" "You're excused, sweetpea. You're not gonna talk to my team that way, but you can turn your happy ass around and walk away. I ain't gonna have you disrespectin' the people who've been fightin' the good fight. Have a lovely day!" "How can you sound so sweet and yet so angry at the same time?" "Southern livin', sugar. Southern livin'."

Gaz is a bit of a foodie type, he likes trying cooking from any area he can go to. Southern cooking would...it'd be a new weakness for sure. A lot of it is unhealthy, yes, but he doesn't give a shit. It tastes good. Sometimes he thinks American food is an absolute sin and a disgrace, and he'll state it as such. Usually, it's stuff you agree on. Like bacon-covered donuts or fried butter. That shit's egregious. But things like southern-style chicken or rib-eye on a grill? You're gonna make him swoon with them roasted vegetables. Cooking for him is a surefire way to make you an unapologetic favorite in his book.

He won't say anything at the little jokes that people jab at you for your accent, but he will tell someone off if they say something that's clearly not funny and upsets you. Like trying to imply you're stupid because you come from Texas. (Speaking from personal experience) He thinks it's such a dumb thing to give someone shit over and he won't hesitate to say they're an idiot for trying to use it against you.

Hates sweet tea, I'm sorry. It's just tea but he can't stand it. He'll drink the unsweetened tea you make, but he'll make a dramatic face if he mixes them up. Something that you always laugh at.

He's great at driving basically any vehicle. Helicopters to mini coopers. He's never controlled a tractor before, but if you sit him in one and tell him the levers, it'll take him like...three minutes to get it down perfectly. Definitely gets a smug ass grin if you show you're amazed.

If he helps get you your call sign, he won't necessarily make it based on where you're from, it'll probably be based on a nickname, skill, or crucial event in your career. (Crash; you were thrown through a window, Hotshot; skill for sniping, etc.) But if he were to have one based on your southern ways? Sweet Tea, both for the fact you make it and the pet name you sometimes call him. (sweet pea)

✧Alejandro Vargas✧

Like Ghost, he's not super fond of Americans. His experience with most Americans are annoying tourists and Graves, leaves a pretty bad impression. He comes across unintentionally snappy when he first meets you, but Rudy will point it out, and he'll correct himself.

You aren't the annoying people he's dealt with and he knows it's not fair to say you are. Definitely talks shit on America though, and he'll honestly give you respect if you do the same. Since he's used to the kind of Americans that think being American give them a right to treat others like shit. He hates entitlement.

If you speak Spanish, he's gonna try really hard to not laugh at how your accent affects some words, but it's really hard. He means it in kind and if you're still learning when you meet him, he's proud when he hears you doing well in comprehension and sentences. Still, sounds just a lil silly.

He loves when your accent gets thick from rage, but he his favorite thing is if you speak Spanish in a rage, with your accent on top of it. It's a combination that fills his brain with serotonin.

"Eres un maldito idiota. ¡Tan útil como las tetas de un toro!" "Wha- Haha! What does that mean?!" "Did they say some super weird analogy?" "Si! They did!" "Yeaaah, they do that a lot."

He's notorious for having a naturally flirty personality, it's just how he's always been. Hence why not much phases him, but he does get a quite wide & genuine grin if you flirt back, making your accent extra intense. Especially with the pet names, another man who likes sweet words.

Thinks you having a southern call sign is really cute, especially if it's something your team calls you exclusively. He thinks it shows your endearment to your team. However, if your call sign is something you insist is only for friends, he'll get super giddy about being allowed to call you it.

If he were to pick? (Belle; Like southern belle whether you're fem! or not, Rodeo, and he might call you Americano- but like, in the coffee way. Like it's a sweet nickname, not just him saying your nationality)

Southern hospitality is something he is not used to. Again, bad experience with Americans. So if you explain all the various manners and nice gestures that are considered expected in your home state? He's completely confused, wondering why the Americans he's met don't keep that attitude up when they leave home.

Again, really likes it if you use southern pet names. Especially if you're trying to console him after a really tough day/mission. For some reason it really helps, like a cup of warm coffee on a cold morning.

"Aye, don't stress yourself over it, darlin'. Bad things happen that we can't control, you did everything you could and you were great at it. Don't let it eat at'cha, honey-bun." "Gracias, Bella. Lo necesitaba…" "Anytime, big guy. Now, you wanna see me try and fail again to open a de la Rosa without breaking it?" "Aha! How about I show you a trick to do it instead?"

Again, like Ghost, you're his special American. Gaz calls you his emotional-support American once and he thinks it's really funny, he'll call you as such every now and then.

✧Rodolfo Parra✧

Sweet darling man. He has nothing against you being American, nothing. But...he cannot understand anything you're saying. He's doing his best but he really doesn't know. He can feel his brain frying every time you bring up something super southern, trying to understand.

He'll have to lean over to your team to ask for a translation, anyone but Soap & Price will tack on an "I think, I'm not sure" at the end of their explanation. If he hears you use a phrase more than once, he'll add it to a little list of notes with the translation underneath it. Treats it like a whole different language. It's adorable.

Like Alejandro, he thinks it's funny if you speak Spanish with your accent. He'll keep a straight face because he knows you can't help it, but man is it fun to hear.

He's not very fond of a lot of yelling if he can avoid it, Rudy prefers disputes to be handled with calm words if possible. But he understands that sometimes it's necessary. Still, he'd want to try and calm you down if you're yelling. But, if you're just acting sickeningly-sweet, kind words that are clearly dripping with venom? He'll just watch. He thinks that shows you handle yourself very well and it's pretty attractive to him, not gonna lie.

"Awww I'm so sorry you're upset, poor thing. God bless you, sir, you have a lovely day. I hope that stick up your ass doesn't hurt too bad." "¡Soldado! No digas eso…" "Shh, sugar, it's fine. He wants to be rude, I can be rude back. An eye for an eye. Don't worry your pretty lil' head bout it, sweetheart." "Dios, a veces me asombras y me aterrorizas."

He's really hesitant about American food. It smells great sometimes but all he hears about American food is that it's greasy, or too salty, etc. Still, he won't deny any meal you make. He thinks it's rude to deny food unless it's something you're allergic to.

He ends up liking a few things, but he is biased to his home cooking. But if you start making his favorite foods, or somehow combine the styles in an honoring way? Oh, those are his favorites. He's particularly fond of American sweets though!

Please bake for this man, bake for him, I beg. Apple pie is an American staple for a reason and he'll jokingly claim he'll move to America if it means he can have apple pie every day.

"Rudy, that's your fourth piece! Ahaha, if I knew you liked it so much I woulda made ya more." "Ay, please do! ¡Fue enviado desde el cielo!" "Alright then, hun, I'll be sure to make you all the apple pie ya want."

Rudy really likes if you wear stuff like a cowboy hat. He's not really sure why, he just thinks it's really cute. If it's a staple of your whole look(like John's hat), seeing you protective over it, he thinks that's really cute. If you're protective of your cowboy hat but let him hold it/put it on his head to hold it, it's gonna fluster him. Even if your guy's relationship is completely platonic.

If you live near the border of Texas & Mexico, it makes visiting you pretty easy, so he'll have no qualms about going back and forth when off duty. He'll be more comfortable in his home but he won't turn down the offer to see your home, especially if it's a ranch. He's got a soft spot for farm animals. (Particularly goats)

If he has any control of how you choose your call sign, he'll likely pick something the same way Gaz does. But, if you have a thing about what certain people call you - like how only Ghost can call Soap "Johnny" - He feels really warm and fuzzy if he gets a special privilege.

(Translations; "Eres un maldito idiota. ¡Tan útil como las tetas de un toro!" - "You're a fucking idiot - as useful as a bull's tits/about as useful as tits on a bull!" "Gracias, Bella. Lo necesitaba…" - "Thank you, bella/beauty. I needed it." "¡Soldado! No digas eso…" - "Soldier! You can't say that..." "Dios, a veces me asombras y me aterrorizas." - "God, sometimes you amaze and terrify me." "¡Fue enviado desde el cielo!" - "It was sent from heaven!")

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Shion Headcanons

♡ SFW, a hint of fluff but it's Shion so not too much lol, gender neutral reader ♡

note: Shion is lowkey underrated ngl, also this is set during the Tenjiku arc

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💟 He cleans the blood off his brass knuckles with his tongue (this is actually canon, we've seen him do it)

💟 The exact opposite of a neat freak (he's lazy asf honestly)

💟 He bit someone's ear off during a fight once

💟 Likes picking on people weaker than him because he finds it funny

💟 Is ultra jealous of the members of Tenjiku because he feels inferior next to them

💟 He's closest with Mochi and always jokes about him being a gorilla (Mochi takes it seriously tho)

💟 If you two are dating he lets you wear his Tenjiku jacket

💟 You probably have matching bracelets and brass knuckles

💟 He teaches you how to fight and you end up whooping his ass (you have a thing for losers, but it's okay because I do too)

💟 He gets really nervous whenever you bring up Tenjiku because he doesn't want to introduce you to them

💟 He eventually takes you to a gang meeting and realizes that he was overthinking things

💟 You tell everyone that you beat him up once and most of them laugh at him (except for Kaku, our polite king 👑)

💟 Izana would try to recruit you into the gang, but Shion shuts that shit down immediately 💀

💟 Ran and Hanma would 100% flirt with you (jealous Shion activated)

💟 He's lowkey insecure in his skin and is always trying to impress you to win your approval

💟 You have to convince him that you like him for him and that he doesn't need to try to impress you

💟 You're the only one who's seen him cry

💟 After he and the remaining members of Tenjiku got arrested, you would visit him consistently

💟 He almost broke down when you visited him for the first time

💟 He tells you he's sorry for getting arrested (as if it's the end of the world 🙄)

💟 He's a drama queen fr (he might not hit poses like Ran or Rin, but he definitely overexaggerates things)

💟 He let you paint his nails once and someone made fun of him because you painted them pink (he proceeded to rock the shit outta them, as he should)

💟 Will defend you to the death, has definitely threatened to kill someone over you

💟 Brags about you to his friends and even to the guys he beats up

💟 Tells everyone you're lucky to have him, but knows deep down you're one of his main reasons to live

[ambrozjas]

OKOK… a fic with sodapop curtis x reader alright? but, soda is part of the rodeo and he’s getting ready to hop on the bull while reader is just totally hyping soda up, and once he finishes he runs back all giddy and stuff and just hugging reader and SQUEEZING them? idk but just in general, all i need is a rodeo sodapop x “cheerleader” reader. ty smm i luv ur writing btw <3

taming a bull ꨄ︎

sodapop curtis x reader

✧˖*°࿐ notes 🧸ᰔᩚ

rkfkekddkek this is literally such a cute req, but i know almost nothing about bull riding so forgive me if i got anything wrong 😭😭

✧˖*°࿐ warnings ᰔᩚ

mentions of a bull, bull riding, and the bulls horns, and kissing (eww 😒)

✧˖*°࿐ word count 🧸ᰔᩚ

749 words, 3903 characters

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“y’can do it.” you rubbed soda’s back as he hyped himself up, jumping up and down to circulate his adrenaline even more.

“and next we..” you both heard the announcer say through the giant speakers, the muffled audio from inside the dressing room distorting his voice.

“alright, it’s time!” sodapop said, jogging out to the door. you were turning to grab your bag and exit to the crowd before you felt a hand grab your arm and lips crash against yours. before you could fight it, you opened your eyes to see your boyfriend, giving you one last kiss before he went out.

you tapped his cheek, signaling for him to get a move on. once he had pulled away, he looked you up and down with his sea blue eyes.

“you gonna be m’cheerleader out there?” he asks, tilting his head.

“you know it.”

he beamed at you before he heard one of the crew tell him to come out. he gave you a quick wave and jogged out the door again.

you walked out another exit, making your way into the sea of people who were already cheering once soda had come out, half because of the sport and the other half because of soda’s good looks.

you watched with a smile as he searched for you in the crowd, saddling up on the bull while his crew secured him and the flank on the animal.

his eyes met yours, quickly crinkling with his grin before he was given the okay and braced himself as the gates open. soda grabbed onto his hat as the bull bucked its hind legs vigorously.

you cheered and clapped intently as you counted the seconds for how long he was on, already nearing eight seconds.

the bull shook its head along with his body rapidly, horns pointing in every which direction trying to buck soda off.

you and everybody around you whooped and whistled as the time finally hit eight seconds, and right after, soda finally flew off. he broke his fall as he shifted into a roll and clambered away from the bull to avoid injury, his back and pants covered in the light brown dirt from the ground.

his head turned quickly in every direction, eyes scanning the audience for you, and when he laid eyes on you, you’d think he was seeing an angel.

he ran up to you as you leaned over the railing, you pulled him by the collar of his shirt and pressed a kiss to his pink lips, a little rough probably from licking and chewing on his lips out of anxiousness.

“c’mon, baby y’gotta get up.” you whispered to him, eyes landing on the bull who the staff was trying to contain but all soda could do was look at you and smile.

once you had snapped him out of it, he climbed over the white spherical railing and the tall pieces of wood painted with ornate murals and graffiti that separated the audience from the dirt.

all sodapop can do is laugh and rush over to you, arms coming around your waist as you wrap yours around his neck. his grip on you was tight, rocking you side to side subconsciously as you mumbled praises in his ear, him pressing kisses to your cheek.

“y’wanna get outta here? maybe go to the dingo or som’?” he asked, pulling away but keeping you at arms length so he could hold your shoulder and look you in your eyes, those eyes he adored so dearly and those eyes who had supported him from the day you had met him.

you saw how soda was practically vibrating in place with energy, you wondered how his cheeks didn’t hurt with all the smiling he did.

“or y’know, we could head home or get some tickets for—“ you cut his stammering off with a kiss, holding his face with your hand as the other one found his hand. you heard a multitude of whistles behind you in the crowd at your interaction with your boyfriend, but you didn’t care.

it felt like those scenes in the movies, where everything went dark and you and soda were the only two people in the world, the announcer’s voice being tuned out in the background with the rest of the crowd. you and him were the only people in the world right now, it felt.

and that was all that felt right.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ soda’s literally my bae 🤭

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

[nebulastarss]

Things I've said today:

"Sometimes a man is at his hottest when he's covered in someone else's blood" (said to the air as I was alone in my room with the door closed. I am aromantic asexual. It was a Connor D:BH edit.)

"Are you going to keep being a bastard or can we talk now?" (Said to my cat Sunny, after he kicked Shadow out of my room for having the GALL to sit on his spot on my bed. He did not respond. He proceeded to curl up in a cat bed for the next few hours)

"Don't you yell at me." (The microwave beeped.)

"AAH- Oh, i guess we can talk now. (Sunny stepped on me and scared the shit outta me before moving to his spot and meowing at me. Hes still there. Its been hours.)

"Hey, that's impolite!" (My Husky was trying her damndest to stick her nose up my ass. I just wanted food)

"Question, is dancing around in your underwear a sane thing to do? Science says: Maybe!" (I was spinning in circles while my cats stared at me. I was clothed. Why did I say this.)

"You want me to nuke a marshmallow?" (Said to my dad, about making smores without fire. He gave me a weird look. I think it's cuz I interrupted him)

"Have you ever nuked a grape? It makes plasma, you shouldnt eat it." (... you can probably guess. I interrupted him again to say this. Whoops)

"Are we going to be nice or are we going in the tub?" (Cat, Cocoa was misbehaving. I was threatening to just put her into the bathtub and walk away. That's... not a threat.)

"Maybe love is too effective as a bribe..." (Casper the cat really likes being pet. I got him onto the giant cat hamster wheel by offering pets. A few minutes later I went out to investigate him yelling. The second he saw me, he started running on the wheel again. He just wanted pets. He does not need to do that, we give him lots of love)

"No she doesn't know how to go down stairs, she just jumps" (my Husky can't go into the basement. Too many stairs to jump over. She's unhappy about it and stares from the ground floor. She tends to whine at guests who stay downstairs. They get concerned.)

"Maybe the real friends were the snow banks we were buried in along the way" (again, about Connor to myself. The ghosts must find me very entertaining.)

"Could you move your tiny tush?" (Our second smallest cat, Mocha, was on top of my phone. I stood up for 2 seconds and she ran to it.)

"Stop it you fucking ferret!" (Lili is not a ferret. She's a cat. However she is very long and was biting my ring.)

"Fuck you, air jail." (Proceeded to hold Cocoa up by the torso where she couldn't wiggle free. She was attacking my feet)

"That's it, gay baby jail for you." (Proceeded to put Sunny into the spot for gaming consoles for like. A minute. It has a glass door and no back. He was hissing at the younger kitties. I was watching the whole time)

My cats like to annoy me

[mchlgayser]

MY MAN! ft rindou haitani ( ✮ )

synopsis: he just loves it when you take full control of the situation.

warning: languages

nana's note: HEYYY!!! How're you guys doing? It's been months and I missed you all so much! I've been busy with studies and exams these couple of months I could not find any time to write :(( As a special, sorry gift, I'm writing this for you guys. tell me if there's anything I should explicitly mention if I happen to forget any and happy reading mwahh!

The room packs of men and women, sweats drenching and drunk with heavy alcoholic drinks. The spacious room is dimmed-light but illuminated with red, purple, and blue hues.

You make your way inside the hall strutting to the bar and take a seat as you order yourself a drink. You were enjoying yourself, sipping the hard drink as you look around for familiar faces.

You could make out familiar faces of a certain lizard-looking guy and the pink-haired. Sanzu smirks smugly at you as he skips to you enthusiastically.

"'Fuck is goin' on with you?" Your face confronts in disgust at the stinging smells of alcohol on him "You smell so bad asshole, get away from me." He laughs at your insult, openly taking a seat beside "Where ya' man at?" You roll your eyes at him "You guys are the one with him the whole day, why are you asking me?"

Kokonoi abruptly interrupts "He's with Ran. Mikey ordered them to handle a meeting somewhere. Be back in a while." You absentmindedly hum at the information.

After some time, the two left somewhere, one going to handle the club's money and the other to mess around with the rest of the lingering prostitutes. A woman seemingly in her mid twenty walks toward you, chest and head standing contemptuously. Her dead curly blonde wig sways from behind as she takes a seat beside you. She ordered herself a drink and shamelessly told the bartender to put it under your bill.

"Know your place, the fuck you think you are doin'?" Her fake lashes battle on you "Whoops, sorry. Anyway, your name is Y/n, right? You are RinRin's girlfriend, yes?" Your left eye subtly twitches in annoyance at the used nickname.

"What is it to you?" She giggles, tucking a strand of her to the back of her ear "Nothing just... I didn't expect you. I mean for a guy like him to settle down for a woman like you? It doesn't make sense at all. Unlike me, a woman of a high fashion sense and ladylike. I could see why he came crawling to me every night. Oh whoops, slipped out." Your face raging with fire and a comical mark appears on the side of your temple.

"What a low-life bitch. Self-proclaiming my boyfriend to be crawling to you? Do you realize how pathetic you sounded? Rindou would never settle down for a woman that sells their body for money like you. You can drag your plastic ass outta my face, hoe." You give her one last glance before you stand up and left the scene.

You were walking to a vacant place when all of a sudden, you were pulled to a nearby secluded place near the restroom. You almost twist the doer's hand but stopped at the familiar tattoo design.

Rindou stood before you, hair chiseled, collared tee undone almost all the way you could see his bare chest and stench in dried blood. But that's not what concerns you, his smug smirk does. "The fuck happened to you? You got into a fight during the meeting or sum'?" He shakes his head, eyes still staring down at you "Me and Ran got ambushed by some low-level organization. Nothing we couldn't handle but what's more is how you shut that woman just a few minutes ago."

You scoff, hand folded in a sassing manner "I still hadn't asked you whether what she said is true or not, right? I can't just blandly dismiss her. Don't you feel the need, to be honest and tell me whether what she said is true or not, RinRin?" He groans at you, eyes moving from the woman from earlier than you "You are seriously considering believing her, come on-" His sentence gets cut off when you punch him in the gut making him grunt in pain.

"Ouch, fine, fine." He smirks again, leaning closer to you "Of course not, do you think I would consider her? Be honest, I'd do better-"

You glare at him, eyes as if challenging him to further speak. Rindou mentally drench in sweats as he coughs "Fine, sorry." Unlike his words, the smirk didn't flatter but instead grew intense.

"I just love it when you are like this." He chuckles when he notices you roll your eyes out of annoyance. "We better leave... Where's Ran?" He look around, shrugging.

"Making babies, maybe?" You snort, giving your boyfriend a short hug and a small laugh before you drag him out of the club. Rindou, however, turns back once in a while to look at a woman and before you two could disappear from her sight, Rindou gives her his majestic middle finger.

[secretsocietyofgamejumpers]

Sparks Fly: Chapter 1

“Ayo, Tapper!” An enormous hand signaled the harried bartender over to the counter. “Let’s have another round!”

Tapper sighed as he slid mug after mug of root beer to the large assembly of space marines. “Slow down, will ya? You’re already on round five!”

“Well, time flies when you’re havin’ fun.” A smirk spread across Private Loya’s chiseled face. He ran a hand through what was left of his blond hair and flashed a cheeky grin. “Just wait ‘til the ladies get a load of me.”

“Puh-lease, Loya.” Private Marco chuckled. “They’re lookin’ for men, not cinder blocks.”

As Loya scowled, Corporal Kohut rolled his eyes, shaking his head in embarrassment. Was he the only one here who wasn’t a complete idiot? It was hard to set a good example for the troops when this was the example they set for everyone else.

“Pack the pixels, Dough Boy.” Corporal Kersavage huffed. “Girls don’t go wild for 8-bit has-beens. They’re lookin’ for the full 512 bits.” He stroked his five-o-clock shadow with a smug smile.

“W-what girls?” A confused voice blurted out.

In perfect synchronization, every eye in the bar turned to the late arrival, and every voice groaned, “Hi, Markowski…”

“Looks like ol’ ‘Kowski’s outta the loop,” exclaimed Private Mac. “Musta missed the big announcement!”

“Yeah…he was too busy runnin’ away. Thought that Cy-Bug was still chasin’ ya, eh, Markowski?” jeered Marco.

The poor private turned the color of a Super Mushroom. “I—I wasn’t running from the bug!” He protested weakly. “I just had to…had to go to the bathroom!”

“Uh, Hero’s Duty doesn’t have a bathroom,” pointed out Loya smugly.

“I know that!” Markowski blurted out. “I had to go so bad I…I wasn’t thinking straight!”

“Sure, Markowski. Sure.” Kersavage rolled his eyes.

Kohut motioned to the seat next to him. “Markowski, our game’s getting an update,” he explained evenly. “We’re going to have a new unit of soldiers joining us. And they’re all going to be ladies.”

A grin spread across Markowski’s face. “Maybe Calhoun’ll stop calling us that!”

“Yeah, and maybe Bowser’ll finally marry Princess Peach!” chortled van Pelt.

“At least Bowser gets to spend time with a gal,” sighed Private Spears. “The only chick we’ve got is off limits!”

“Who’d wanna date the Sarge?” Kersavage erupted in laughter, and the room followed his lead. Even the calm, collected Kohut couldn’t resist a chuckle. “Not even I would put myself through that.”

“I sure hope the new gals are easy on the eyes,” Marco said wistfully.

“I call dibs on the redhead!” Loya exclaimed.

“The brunette’ll be mine!” Spears chimed in.

“And ‘Kowski can have the blonde!” whooped van Pelt.

Markowski sighed. Of course his fellow soldiers thought his perfect match was a “dumb blonde”.

But van Pelt’s quip had another effect on Markowski. He began to wonder…did he actually have a chance with one of the new girls?

He knew he wasn’t the model soldier…his fellow marines didn’t let him forget that fact. But Markowski thought of himself as a pretty nice guy—he wouldn’t hurt a fly! (Mostly because he was afraid it would bite his head off.) And no one could deny that he was sensitive!

The marines continued their boisterous banter. “Ey, Kohut,” Kersavage called out, “Which one of us do ya think is the best kisser?”

Kohut facepalmed as Loya and Kersavage puckered up. Markowski wasn’t impressed, either.

All these goofballs seem to care about is how good the new girls are gonna look. But they’re not some kinda dress-up dolls—they’re soldiers, too!

Kohut glanced up at the young private, an encouraging smile on his face. “So, Private, you got a dream girl?”

Markowski closed his eyes, imagining his ideal girlfriend. He could see the two of them geeking out over old superhero comics together, trying to learn new steps inside Dance Dance Revolution, laughing as they tumbled into Frogger’s swamp together…

“So, ‘Kowski,” Kersavage exclaimed, “what’s she like?”

“She’s smart…funny…a little geeky…” Markowski trailed off, continuing on his daydreamed date.

“Is she pretty?” teased van Pelt.

Markowski blushed. “Well, I wasn’t really paying attention to what she looked like…I was more thinking about what she’d…be like…”

The room erupted in boisterous, flabbergasted laughter. Only Kohut refrained from hooting and hollering.

Markowski slumped his shoulders in shame as the cackling crowd of marines began to disperse out the doors of Tapper’s. He glanced at Kohut, who gave the private an apologetic pat on the shoulder as he exited.

Markowski sat down, took a swig of his root beer and sighed. He stared into the dissipating foam of his drink.

I sure hope you’re out there, dream girl…

[arandomperson5647]

Encanto Bloopers I made up

Like my previous post, these were made slightly less than 2 years ago and posted on the Encanto wiki. Yes ik I'm being a bit lazy but whatever. So you remember when animated movies would sometimes have animated bloopers as a bonus? Well here's my take on an Encanto themed one.

Comedy isn't my best thing so I hope these are actually kinda funny.

After Antonio finishes his ride with Parce, his jaguar, Pepa and Félix run over to hug him. Meanwhile, Parce puts a little too much force on his hug with Agustín, causing both of them to fall over. "I'm alright!"

"Look, if I could help anymore I would but um...that's all I know. Good luck. I wish I could've seen more." "Yeah........Yeah!" Mirabel kicks the door open, instead of it simply opening, it came off the hinges. "Uhhh......We might need to repair that." Bruno tries to hide his laugh.

"Luisa, Dolores says you're totally freaking out. Any chance you know something about last night with the magic--" Luisa's eye twitches. "--YOU DO!" Mirabel slams the table but accidentally hits the rim of her plate, causing food to fly everywhere. "Everywhere" meaning mostly onto Pepa's face. Nobody, not even Pepa, couldn't help laughing.

Everyone's doing their choreography at the dinner table for "We Don't Talk About Bruno". Camilo, Félix and Agustín toss the glasses to each other. Agustín throws it a bit too far, making Camilo miss and the glass shatters on the floor. "Whoops." Mirabel's still watching in the background, chuckling. "What did I tell you? Papá's accident-prone."

Convincing Bruno for a vision-Take 2. "Yeah........Yeah!" Mirabel, once again, tries to kick the door open, but this time, Mirabel kicked a hole in the door. "We're never getting this scene done." Mirabel and Bruno both start laughing uncontrollably.

Mirabel was trying to talk to Dolores outside while she got breakfast. Behind her was Dolores and Félix. "Camilo! Stop pretending you’re Dolores so you can have seconds." Though, Dolores didn't shift back. "Camilo, uh, why aren't you shifting back?" Dolores couldn't hold it in anymore. She burst out laughing as "Dolores" behind Félix shifts into Camilo. "Yes! We finally got him!" They've tried for a long time to fool him. Félix gave an "of course they would do this" look and laughed.

CRACK! Mirabel quickly turns around while hiding the vision. "Tía jeez!" "Sorry, sorry I-I-I didn't mean to-shoo, shoo, sho-AH!" While Pepa was pushing her cloud out, she gave herself a slight shock. She's fine. "Mirabel consider yourself lucky you didn't get a gift." She was being half-witty half-serious.

Bruno, goofing off, said in a very causal tone, "Hey, when you save the Encanto come visit. Hey get outta here!" Bruno tried to even act "cool" by leaning on the painting door. The painting moved further causing Bruno to fall over. Mirabel tried to hold in her laughter.

"LOOK! It's Mr. Mariano! Hey you can marr-mar-maaughh!" "Hey you can mar-mar-marry, shoot!." "Hey you can marry my sister if you wanna. Buween. Buween? Great, I invented a new word! It's 'but' and 'between' mixed together." Isabela, Mariano and Mirabel all started to laugh at the newly invented word.

"But what's your gift?" Mirabel suddenly gets an accordion thrown at her, except she almost drops it. "Almost" as in, centimeters away from hitting the floor and breaking. "Ah! We're good! We're good!"

After the chaotic dinner, some of the family ran out of the dining room. "Abuela, please! There's got to be an explanation!" "I hate you!" "WAA I'M A LOSER!!" "Luisa-AHHH!!" Agustín slips on a puddle and lands face first. "What did you d-AH!" Pepa followed and tripped on Agustín. "Mamá? I think we need some arepas."

"Casita! Casita! Help me! Help me!" Mirabel looses grip and falls down the pit. Bruno runs over but fails to catch Mirabel's hand. "Ah! No, no, no!" Mirabel's fine. She said in a very dramatic tone, "Oh no! I'm falling to my death! Ahhhhh." Bruno couldn't hold in his laughter.

Mirabel is having her pep talk with Antonio under her bed. "You're gonna get your gift, and open that door, and it's gonna be the coolest, ever. I know it." Antonio stares blankly at her. "Wait what was my line?" He and Mirabel start laughing.

"Seven-foot frame, rats along his back!" Camilo shifts back-and-forth between himself and Bruno, while two rats appear on Camilo's back, except there's supposed to be three. "Wait, where's Carlos?" Antonio found him. "He's right here! He says he doesn't want to do it anymore." "What? How can he not want to do this?! This is the best part of the song!" Bruno walks in (without a mischievous grin). "Carlos, if you do this scene, you can have extra food for a week." "He says for two weeks." "Fine." "Okay, now he'll do it." Meanwhile Mirabel is giggling in the background. Who knew rats were good negotiators?

[calciumdeficientt]

it’s almost october which means it’s halloween. happy Halloween. let’s get fucking spooky baby.

2335 words of ooky kooky spooky goodness, the payoff is pretty gross so all the triggers i can think of will be tagged accordingly

comms are open if ya like what ya see

There was something underneath the school, at least that’s what Gary was trying to tell everyone. But no one would listen to him, he was the boy who cried bullshit, no one really cared what he had to say, he was a pathological liar. Currently he was in the social area of the boys dorm, trying to get Jimmy and Pete on his side. It was going…. less than swimmingly. “Jaaaaaaaames, I wouldn’t lie about something like that now would I?” he quirked his slit brow, lounging sideways over Jimmy’s lap, where the other boy’s hand landed on his forehead with a satisfying plap“Yeah yeah Gary, isn’t lying your whole MO?” Gary stiffened, damn. He had him there. “I’m serious this time… people haven’t been going to classes” “Oh whoop-dee-do sound the alarms, Bullworth kids aren’t going to classes! What sort of world are we living in?” Jimmy sneered, seeming over the whole thing already. Pete was stood behind the couch picking at a hangnail, he knew he shouldn’t believe Gary, but with all the weird, unexplained creepy stuff happening around Bullworth, he couldn’t help it. It was so insane, that it circled back around and… it was kinda plausible. “Jimmy maybe he’s right, something insidious is going on around here”

Gary shot up from his lounging position to get right in Pete’s face “You sure you’re big enough to toss words like that around little Petey? Insidious?” Pete ran a hand over his face fretfully “Shut UP dude, I’m agreeing with you” “Hehehe…. insidious, what a nerd. Right Jimbo?” “Lay off man,” Jimmy swatted at the back of Gary’s head, the same kind of motion you do to a misbehaving dog “Pete, don’t worry about it… we’ll go check it out tonight, okay?” that was exactly the last thing Pete wanted, but he knew that Jimmy was just trying to calm his nerves about the whole thing “Okay Jimmy”

They reconvened outside the basement just after curfew, having snuck out through a window using tied up bed sheets like they were old-timey prisoners instigating a breakout and had scattered in different directions just in case the prefects tried to play cowboy and round them all up. Gary had all the stuff: flashlights so they wouldn’t wake the janitor by using the main lights; many, many large knives big enough to kill a bear if that was the root cause of the disappearing students; pepper spray he’d lovingly handmade in chemistry class; and a half-empty box of matches. They huddled around the door to the basement as Gary fiddled with the key “Cmon man hurry up” “Patience is a virtue, James” “Shut up, asswipe. One more run-in with the prefects and I’m outta here on my ass, move it” Gary rolled his eyes and continued unlocking the door at his pace, just to piss off Jimmy.

Eventually, he did manage to open the lock, and get all three of them inside. The basement had a weird smell; damp, mouldy but almost… clinical. That was disturbing because it certainly didn’t look very clean, you couldn’t really even blame it on chemical storage because all the chemicals were either old and empty or new and still in their boxes. Pete was lagging behind Gary and Jimmy, a position he wasn’t very happy with, in case something snatched him off when the other two were bickering. Then again, ever the overthinker, he wondered if they’d bother to protect him if he was in the lead.

Eventually, they reached a crossroads within the lower floor of the basement, with three intersecting paths; this was odd. Gary had checked the floor plan, there was nothing like this anywhere on it. How he’d gotten the floor plan was anyone’s guess but somehow, some way, he had. He strode forward, pivoted and put his flashlight under his chin like he was a grandpa telling ghost stories to his traumatised grandchildren “I’m goin in. there… I need to see if I can find something” Pete’s hand shot forward as if to pull Gary back but it was promptly slapped down by Jimmy who gave him his best ‘please god don’t encourage him’ face.

Gary strode off into the abyss, leaving Petey and Jimmy sitting ducks. “You think it’s true, Jimmy, all those rumours?” Jimmy raised a brow, too busy playing with a selection of small stones on the floor of the basement to pay any real attention to what Pete was saying. “What? No. Let’s think about it this way, Gary’s a lunatic and everyone here wants an excuse to cut class or skip town. There’s nothing down here… Gary’s just being Gary” Pete didn’t exactly know what to make of that, he bit his lip a little bit and fiddled around with the beam switch on his flashlight “But Jimmy I mean…. even the preps were talking about it… they don’t have any real reason to lie, right?” Jimmy turned to Pete, deadpan “Derby Harrington tells everyone he’s a natural blonde, Bif Taylor tells everyone he’s got a girlfriend, Justin Vandervelde claims he has friends! The preps lie all the time and so does everyone else. It’s mass hysteria Petey, don’t get sucked in.”

Pete sighed, and tried to relax a bit. He sort of half slumped but even then that positioning still looked stiff and forced. They sat quietly for a while, waiting for any sign of life from Gary and eventually… they got their answer. A long, high pitched, blood curdling scream that could have only come out of someone in deep trouble, interspersed were little gurgles and cries. “GARY!” Pete bleated, up on his feet and running towards the noise in an instant, god what a moron. Jimmy, while wanting to wait it out and leave Gary to what may or may not have been down there, got to his feet and followed Pete as he chased down the noise. At the source, they found nothing, no Gary. No blood. Just his flashlight. Jimmy already thought it seemed fishy but seeing Pete totally freaking out put a little bit of doubt into his mind “Hey, man, It’s okay. Maybe he got scared and bolted.”

The pair of them began to traverse up the hallway, Pete scooped up Gary’s flashlight with trembling, clammy fingers as they passed it and they kept moving down the long hall. The floor was a different texture, it wasn’t concrete anymore but linoleum like the kind they had upstairs in the science labs. A strange design choice for a hallway no one ever goes down. Pete stopped suddenly just as they were reaching the end, holding an arm out to block Jimmy from moving. A little ways away, there was some rustling, then a heavy footstep. Before they could turn and bolt back the way they came there were more and more heavy thuds until suddenly something pounced on Pete and he went sprawling to the floor, crying out for mercy. Jimmy whipped his flashlight onto the figure and of course… it was just Gary, he leered over Pete, grinning like he’d just won the lottery “Ha ha ha! I got you nerds. Oh Petey you should’ve seen your face!” Pete kicked up at Gary, eventually gathering the nerve to stand and give him a good shove “Not cool Gary! Jesus Christ!”Gary’s smirk widened into a full on beam, all teeth. “Relaaaaax, no harm done, just a little practical joke amongst friends, right James?” Jimmy squinted, admittedly he had been just as scared as Pete if not more, but he was excellent at hiding it “Don’t drag me into this, it’s too late for your bullshit Gary” Gary plucked his flashlight out of Pete’s hand and continued to walk towards the end of the corridor, completely ignoring any and all criticism from his two friends. The trio trailed along the hallway in relative silence, save for the squeaking of their shoes against the linoleum. Jimmy eventually broke through the tension, turning to Gary “What are we even looking for down here anyway? It’s late, I have a history test tomorrow” “Patience James, patience” “Oh my GOD will you quit it with the patience bullshit and just tell me why we’re down here playing Scooby Doo at midnight for God’s sakes” Gary paused, regarded his watch despite knowing full well it was busted and looked down at Jimmy “Anything unusual… clues and such” “Oh how very informative, I’ll get right on that, inspector gadget” Gary snorted “Oh Jimmy, first we were playing Scooby Doo and now all of a sudden this is inspector gadget? You need to pick a fantasy and stay in it”

Petey began trailing behind, his heart was still leaping against his ribs like it was trying to barge its way out of his chest. The rhythm was akin to that of a racing horse on the track, beatbeatbeatbeatbeat. It was incessant; and not unlike what he imagined it felt like to have a heart attack. The thought of hightailing it back to the boys dorm and lying flat on his back, sleepless and utterly petrified of what turned out to just be his friend, did cross his mind but he knew if he ran off he’d never hear the end of wimping out of their expedition for the rest of the semester at the least and possibly, his life at the most.

“Besiiiiiides, Jimmy we have everything we need to play Scooby Doo. A damsel, a pointless mystery, a fearless, and handsome leader and… well James, you can play the dog” Gary drawled, gesturing limply to the quivering Pete and to Jimmy before proudly pointing to himself with his free hand. Jimmy squared his shoulders and sighed. Being a little ways back and in no way involved in their stupid argument, Pete managed to find a passageway that the two bickering idiots had managed to miss “Guys…” “See there’s your problem. You think Fred is cool” the passage was dark and lined with some sort of heavy metal, kind of like the door to a safe. It was ajar. “GUYS!” the pair snapped their heads around to Pete, surprised by his sudden outburst. “Don’t worry Pete, think of it this way, two christmasses!” “Look I don’t care about you guys’ stupid fight… I found something” Pete narrowed his eyes, turning back to the door with a grimace. The entrance was cold, much colder than the rest of the basement. It felt like one of those walk in freezers you go in to scream where you work in a restaurant. “Weird, this isn’t on the plan” Gary grumbled, looking down at the crudely drawn recreation of the basement’s floor plan with disdain. Of course Pete had found it, and stolen his thunder. “We should go in, scope it out” Pete faltered. That seemed like the exact opposite of what they should be doing, they should really have been getting going and trying to forget all about tonight. “Sure, I wanna get this over with” Jimmy grumbled, taking the lead and storming down the corridor. It was damp, and significantly warmer on the inside than they’d first thought. It felt more like a meat locker than a freezer.

Soon enough, a few weak bulbs flickered to life, activated by the motion of their exploration. Reluctantly, the three clicked off their flashlights and continued down the hall, making note of the narrow walkway and the lack of damp smell. It was clean, it was medical. The walk was short, and they once again found a heavy door propped open. Like it was inviting them in “Ladies first” Jimmy huffed, grabbing Pete by the collar and tossing him over the threshold, knowing that if he didn’t, Pete would have frozen dead on the spot. Gary followed and then Jimmy.

In front of them was a deep pit, not unlike the hole, as well as the smell of more chemicals and an unpleasant warmth. Pete wandered a few more steps and paused, all the colour from his face draining. He looked sick… he felt sick. “What Petey, what?” Gary grumbled, striding to join Pete as he leaned over the edge of the hole. Jimmy stashed his flashlight and forced himself between the other too boys “Holy fucking shit… oh god”

In the centre of this deep pit was a large mound of flesh, so wide that it was beginning to fold to the shape of the basin of the circular pit. The skin was pulled so taut that it was thin enough for you to see every pulse of blood coursing through its engorged veins. It moved up and down steadily, rising and falling in a lethargic rhythm. It was breathing. “Oh god, oh god” Pete parroted Jimmy, getting paler and paler until he eventually couldn’t take the sight anymore and turned to paint the concrete with his half-digested meatloaf. Gary was circling the rim of the pit with a practised precision, looking for a face, or some equivalent. Jimmy stood where he had, utterly entranced by the pulsing of its blood in a sick sort of way. Too intrigued to look away, too grossed out to keep looking.

Eventually, Gary managed to find a face, and not just one. Many. Very very many. The faces of practically every person who’d vanished in the past days. They weren’t stitched together either, they seemed to have amalgamated together, and weren’t all that aware of each other’s presence or their own. They’d become a sort of hivemind, to a degree anyway. Some of them were weeping, others appeared to be making noiseless pleas for help. All of them had blank eyes and no hair. Not even eyebrows.

Jimmy stumbled backwards, herded up the thoroughly ill Pete and the pair of them ran off wordlessly. Gary reluctantly followed them, but there was no doubt in his mind he’d be back for this thing, to antagonise it if nothing else.

There was something under Bullworth academy. Pulsing. Breathing. Evolving.

[goat-and-a-pig]

Chapter 28

Stan stabbed Ford’s eyeball. “No!” Ford cried out, but it was too late. Stan’s hand fell to the floor as his eyes rolled back into his head. Ford desperately searched for a pulse, but found none. He dropped his head in despair.

Meanwhile, Bill had his own thing going on.

“What’s happening? Wait- No! No, no, no, no, NO!” He screamed. Ford looked back at him with his good eye. Bill appeared to be glitching. Bill looked at his hands and screamed, “Curse the Axolotl!” Ford put his hand over his bleeding eyeball and backed Bill into a corner near the window. “Time to say goodbye for good, Bill Cipher.” He pushed him out of the window. Bill screamed and faded away. Ford shuddered, then ran back to Stan.

“Stan, please! I- I can’t-” He placed his hands over Stan’s gut and began to chant.

“A-X-O-L-O-T-L!

This human has been- killed-

I invoke the ancient power that he may return!”

Nothing happened.

Ford bowed his head and began to cry. He couldn’t save Stan without Bill’s power now that Bill was gone. He should’ve known it wouldn’t work.

A single tear mixed with his blood and fell onto Stan’s stomach and began to glow. Ford heard the phantom echo of Bill’s mocking laughter. He shuddered. Stan opened his eyes. “Wh-what’s going on here? Sixer?” The color returned to his cheeks. Ford laughed out of relief. “Stanley! Thank goodness! I thought you were gone for good…”

Stan coughed. “Yeah, usually that’s what happens when someone dies. Look, what time is it?” He checked his watch. “That’s fine, we’ve got about fifteen minutes until the kids open up the portal for us. We should get down there and get ready, okay?” They made their way down using Ford’s hair. Before they got started walking, Ford tugged on Stan’s sleeve.

“Could you, um, cut it? My hair? It like, gets in the way, and um, it reminds me of-” Stan waved him off. “Yeah, yeah, sure, whatever.” But Ford knew that he cared and understood what he was trying to say. Stan wiped off his dagger and sliced through Ford’s hair. He gasped. His head felt so much lighter! Stan continued to chop at it until it was nice and short. “You’re lucky you’ve got curly hair,” he grunted. “Makes it easier to look okay. Here.” He ripped off a strip of his shirt and tied it around Ford’s head, creating a makeshift eyepatch. “Thank you,” Ford said gratefully. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. C’mon.”

They set off again for the portal.

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Mabel was waiting for them when they got back. “Grunkle Stan! Grunkle Ford! You’re alright!” She broke into a relieved smile. Dipper frowned. “And covered in blood! And Ford, your eye!!! Stan?!? Are you two okay?!?” Mabel butted in. “Is he gone?” She asked nervously. Ford laughed at the range of emotions. “Yes, we’re fine, Dipper. Yes, Mabel, he’s gone.” She whooped. It was easy for Ford to forget sometimes that he wasn’t the only one abused.

Abused? Never! He took you in when- Aaagh! No! Stop it brain! He frowned involuntarily at his thoughts. Stan teared up beside him. “Kids!” He cried. “I’m so glad you’re both okay!” Mabel beamed and hugged him. Stan seemed taken aback, but eventually got Dipper and Ford into it too.

When they broke apart, Dipper spoke. “You guys get outta here and go to the Cuddly Plaidypus. We’ll meet you in an hour, okay? Oh, and it’ll be deserted. Don’t worry about it. They’re all just upstairs, fighting.”

Ford crouched. “Be safe, okay? I can’t have anything happening to my favorite grandniece and nephew.” They smiled at each other.

Then Stan and Ford set off for the Cuddly Plaidypus.

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When they got there, the place was indeed deserted except for a boy. “Hello, I’m Robbie, I’ll be taking your order for toni-” He froze when he saw who was there. Clearly he hadn’t forgotten about ratting Stan out. “You can leave,” Stan said tiredly. Robbie bolted out the door. They set up at a small table. I’ve got some questions,” Ford said.

“Hit me,” Stan replied.

He decided to start off with an easier one. “I think I’m the second oldest, so who’s our older brother? Or are you the oldest and our mysterious third brother is the youngest? Why isn’t the oldest the king? Why me?”

Stan breathed out. “You sure know how to start a conversation,” he said dryly. “I’m the youngest, actually. Shermie is the older, other brother.” Shermie’s face clicked into place with some memories attached. “He was going to be king, but he decided to get married to the princess of Pied Mount instead. She was an only child, so he went to rule with her and the throne was left to you. He’s Dipper and Mabel’s grandpa. My turn.”

Ford processed  all of the information, then heard the last sentence. “Huh?”

“I’ve got questions for you too! How did you remember?” Ford absentmindedly ran his hand through his newly shorn hair. “I was looking through the journals and recognized my handwriting. I realized I wrote the journals, and by extension, that I was the king. I remembered my first act as king, you getting thrown out, and us playing when we were boys. Did we want to be knights?”

“Yep, that was the dream. When we learned you were going to be king, it had to evolve, but it just meant you were gonna be head of the country and I was gonna be head of the guard, until…” He drifted off. “It wasn’t your fault,” Ford said fiercely. “I remember that much.”

Stan laughed. “But it was. It was all my fault. Dad made sure that I knew it. I’m the one who broke your machine, therefore it’s all my fault.” Ford grabbed Stan’s hand. “If you’re going to play it that way, then fine! I forgive you.” Stan blinked rapidly. “Thank you,” he whispered. “Ahem. Um, so is that all, or what?” He asked gruffly.

“Just one.” Ford held up a finger. “Who is Fiddleford McGucket? Why do I get such strong emotions thinking about him? Oops, I guess that was two.” He laughed sheepishly. Stan grimaced. “Oh boy, here we go… I have a feeling we’ll be leaving soon after this. Better keep your shoes on.” But before he could delve into it (why was the entire multiverse trying to keep Ford from him?) Robbie ran back in. “Hi, I need to talk to you? It’s kind of important.”

“Just a few more minutes, Living Dead,” Stan grunted. Robbie quickly stepped away again.

“Anyway, Fiddleford McGucket was… is… your husband.” Stan scratched his head.

It all came back in a flash. Meeting him, dating him, marrying him…

Leaving him.

He stood up all at once, nearly knocking over the table. “Let’s go now! I’ve got to get back to him at once!” His emotions choked him. “Whoa, whoa, hold your horses- Mabel and Dipper will be back soon. Let’s at least wait for them. Okay?” Ford nodded mutely as Robbie came back in. “What do you want?!?” Stan shouted irritably. Robbie gulped, then bowed.

“Your majesty, I think I can help you.”

[cloudycera]

Dc events are so tiring cause it’s all so boring, it’s done and it’s boring. And the worst part is that it’s all bullshit, it’s predictable bullshit too. Oh big bad shows up and whoops everyone’s ass with nonsense that just so happens to overpower every single living superhero at that point in time but they all work together and the solution is equally as bullshit as the problem.

“Shifting the superhero hierarchy”

What Hierarchy? At any point in time someone could decide to give superman a nut allergy and we’d all just have to accept that. Hell Batman fell from the moon and came outta it with a light sun burn.

They gonna start making the most obscure character the second coming of Christ I can sense it, scratch that it will be Harley Quinn.

Absolute Power just irritates me cause it’s just the most boring storyline you could ever make, we did Knights and Vampires and then you ran out of ideas? The well dried up? The worst part is that they can irreparably change a character in an obscure event and then ask you to go through 20 different issues just to find out the guy lost his arm in the background and got 2 pages in the whole thing.

PLEASE DC JUST GO BACK TO MAKING OBSURE TEAM UPS TRAPPING THEM IN ROOM AND MAKING THEM BEST FRIENDS WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT WHAT HAPPENED TO TRAUMA BONDING.

HELL I’LL EVEN TAKE A HEROES TURNED VILLIAN STORY IF YOU’LL AT LEAST MAKE IT ENTERTAINING.

[nicolewoo]

Cub: Part 18 Welcome Home

Pairing: Roman Reigns X Reader

Synopsis: Roman, Seth and Dean  are a pack of werewolfs. Protecting their city from the scumbags of the  world ends up with a surprise when a victim left for dead imprints on  Roman Reigns.

Roman’s POV: 

I was surprised I’d fallen asleep, but we woke a couple of hours later. The crowd from before had grown, and there were people everywhere in the condos. Kids played in the basement; which was one large room under all three condos. Adults were gathered everywhere making plans. I heard Jimmy and Jey making a grocery list to get us through the storm. Seth, Dean, Becks and Renee were all together in the kitchen cooking and handing out plates of food to everyone. Shay and Naomi were discussing the schedule at work. Everyone was making plans to get through the storm.

Cub woke soon after me, choosing to keep her eyes closed and nestle closer in my arms. She was hoping to go back to sleep, but with all the activity around us, she couldn’t. “I’m sorry.” I whispered down to her. Cub was torn. She was both excited to meet everyone, but she also just wanted to lay here alone, together. I placed a tender kiss onto her forehead. “When the storm gets here, everyone will go home.” I thought. Cub steeled her resolve, bucking herself up for the next few hours of entertaining.

“If it’s too much, we can always come lay down.” I told her out loud. Suddenly I realized, she loved the sound of my voice. “Oh really?” I teased her.

“MMMhmmm” She answered.

I laid it on thick, using my lowest, sexiest voice. “You like when I talk like this?” As my words rolled over her, I felt her core clench. “Ohhhh damn baby girl. This really works on you.”

“You better stop or you’ll set off my heat again” she said through our link. We both realized that she hadn’t had a heat cycle since yesterday. “Do you think it’s over?” she asked.

I wasn’t sure. We’d have to talk to a female wolf. “Whoever your comfortable with”. Shay was the first person who came to mind and then Naomi. We were ready to get up and join the chaos of the tribe.

As soon as we entered the living room, Timmy and Trevor ran up to us, wrapping their arms around our legs excitedly. “Give them some room!” Jimmy yelled out.

Cub smiled sweetly, “It’s ok.” Kneeling down to greet the boys she asked how they were, but Jimmy insisted the boys go downstairs and play with the other kids. Cub was a little disappointed, but she hid it. Surveying the loud, crowded kitchen, we decided to sit in the Living Room. When Cub sat on the couch, I covered her with a blanket. Jimmy came in a moment later with an arm full of wood.

“Jus gotta build this fire up, and I’ll get outta your hair.” He said as he laid the wood down on the hearth.

Cub loved his courtesy. “You’re not in our hair” she protested.

“Naomi said y’all ain’t had enough time alone.” Jimmy said.

It was sweet. “We’ll have plenty of time when this storm hits.” Said as I peeked out the window to check the weather before sitting beside Cub.

“S’pose you will.” Jimmy smiled. He poked at the fire, adding logs where needed. In minutes, the fire went from a warm glow to a roaring fire. Cub thrilled at the warmth.

“OOOOO Thank  you Jimmy” she said.

“No prob…..” His answer was cut off when Trevor let out a blood curdling scream. Dropping his head, Jimmy sighed.

The next scream was Trevor again “Timmy took my toy!”

We chuckled at the situation as Jimmy mumbled something about whooping asses as he went to tend to his kids.

We had just a minute before tribe members started pouring into the room…. Each with their greetings and questions for us. Everyone wanted to get to know Cub, and the room was packed full of adults before we knew it.

I talked over the din. “Ok!” They didn’t stop talking. “Hey! Can we get your attention for a minute?”  Finally the room quieted. “Everyone has the same questions, and rather than repeating ourselves over and over, can we just gather everyone together? We’ll answer your questions all at once.”

The already crowded room now overflowed into the dining room; everyone trying to get a spot where they could see us. “I guess, we’ll just go around in a circle.” I said.

We started on the far right side of the room. Nodding at Jey, I prompted him to start. “Well, yeah. So, How are you?” Everyone chuckled, because that was everyone’s first question.

“I’m good. I went through some rough weeks, but now the pain is gone. I’m just easily tired out.” Cub said.

A teen girl named Gigi was next, “What’s it like being the strongest imprinted couple ever?”

We both smiled, but I answered. “It’s amazing! More than”

Cub finished the sentence “we could ever have hoped for.” The gathering laughed. “It’s really strange, thinking the same thoughts, feeling each other’s sensations. Like, when we kiss… I can feel it from my side and I can feel what he feels. It’s a little….” She couldn’t think of the right word.

“weird.” I finished, and we all laughed.

Timmy was next. I pointed at him, “Do you have a question?”

Timmy popped up like a Jack in the box “What’s your favorite pizza?” he said very seriously, prompting another round of laughter.

Cub leaned forward pretending to be thinking. “Sausage and Mushroom. What’s yours?”

Timmy smiled wide “Pepperoni!!!!” he yelled out. I motioned for him to sit, and Trevor stood up.

“What’s your favorite…..” He hadn’t thought up a question, and he paused trying to figure out what to say….. “Color” He said proud that he’d found a question.

Cub continued to pretend she had to think hard about it. “You know, I love a lot of colors! Red, Blue, Yellow, Green….. I can’t decide.” Trevor seemed content to have any answer, and he sat back down.

I checked the clock. 8 pm. The storm was supposed to start around 11pm. I prayed answering these questions wouldn’t take that long. Cub was sure to be fatigued by then. Fortunately for Cub, hail started falling about 9. Those with long drives or last-minute shopping started to leave. We greeted our guests goodbye between answering questions, and slowly, the condos started emptying. By 10:30 pm it was just our pack left.

Renee and Becks went to change into comfortable clothes while Seth and Dean cleaned the kitchen.

Plopping down unceremoniously on the couch across from us, Renee somehow managed to keep all her wine in the glass she held. She’d put on pajamas covered with a bulky yellow sweater and pink rabbit slippers. “Whew. That was a lot… lot of noise…. Lot of food… lot of questions.” She turned to Cub, “I’m wiped out. Aren’t you fatigued?”

“Not really” Y/N said “I’m sure the nap helped.”

Seth Becks came in. Both had changed into their pjs too. “I feel overdressed” I thought through our link, and Cub laughed.

“See what I mean?” Seth said to Becks. “They laugh all the time.”

“Do we?” I asked aloud, and before I was finished asking, Dean, who was coming in the room, and Seth were both nodding yes.

Dean plopped next to Renee and tucked himself under her blanket. “I swear I’ve never seen Ro so happy before.”

“Because I’ve never been so happy before” I thought. I immediately regretted feeling so sappy, but Cub loved it. She adjusted so she was laying with her head in my lap, and winked slyly at me.

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[illomilo]

sup gvng gvng it's jade n happy openin day 2 us all!! i've brought along kang hanna w the big, ginormous, inflated ego that takes up the whole room [kevin hart vc] damn!! she's ur v own blind spot skele who's v loosely based on alice in borderland's akane heiya!! she's also an ex-olympic hopeful in skeet shooting & only rlly survived the apocalypse bc of her older brother who's the actual olympic champ 🤡 anw if u would like 2 hear me blabber on ab hanna then pls find alla that under the cut but if u wanna get 2 the juicier stuff, hit that LIKE button n ill come rollin :~) also if u r a filthy d*scord user like me pls send me ur @ tq luv u mwah!!

generally the most important info is at the top so: taurus sun / aries moon / leo rising

anw her parents were both olympic hopefuls but they alw just missed the cut so after havin their career go nowhere, they eventually switched gears and became olympic coaches in shooting!! bc their olympic career died down they also decided 2 start a family n that's how haneul first came along, n hanna 4y later!!

but her parents nvr rlly gave up on that dream and they rlly projected their ambition onto haneul n hanna!! what this means is the kang siblings grew up w a v regimented, healthy lifestyle n was taught shootin @ a v young age to hopefully one day fulfil their parents' dreams

the both of them absolutely hated it n from this shared trauma of their parents being coaches first n parents second, they became super duper close n were each others' support system <3 practically raised each other atp

both of them were also honestly rlly talented at shooting ( espc skeet shooting ) but haneul was v clearly the better one, and bc he's older too, naturally his parents prep him for the olympics!! bc hanna is considerably younger, they kinda gave up on her to focus on haneul but don't feel bad for hanna bc she loved that shit

ended up goin a lil wild in sch aka doin wtv she wanted for once in her life including!! bullying!! she was a huge rascal honestly n the prob was that she could get away w wtv she wanted bc her parents frankly only cared ab haneul winning gold..... which he did in the 2016 summer olympics : ))) this boosted her popularity n ego in sch so she loved that shit too

haneul thought that winning gold would make his parents finally happy n that they would ease up but he was wrong!! they j wanted more n nth was ever going to be enough n that's when he realised that he was nvr gettin off this train so!! burnt out n all he sneakily released a statement on his instagram sayin that he is retiring n to avoid gettin his ass whooped, he ran off 2 his maternal grandparents place in busan!! bc hanna is super close w her brother, she kinda tags along cause 🖕 her parents

they're hiding out at their grandparents' place when outbreak day happens!! grandpa eats grandma n hanna shoots him n is traumatised by it, but then grandma turns into a zomb n haneul grabs her crying ass outta there n they bolt to busan qz per the govt's instructions

when things settle they get given their tasks n haneul becomes a blacksmith while hanna's assigned 2 b kitchen help!! hanna ofc hates this, is offended by this, loses interest in life bc of this, until fast forward to fireflies origins when haneul tells her that he's been recruited as a fireflies agent!! hanna realises that if the fireflies succeed in overtaking the kdrt, she will nvr have to look at dirty dishes stacked in the sink again so she signs tf up n picks up a gun for the first time in a long time!!

fireflies wins n hanna and haneul remain as fireflies agents!! this is rly bc a) haneul starts 2 rlly believe in the fireflies, b) hanna will b able to watch his back as an agent herself c) hanna does nawt wanna go back 2 the kitchen and d) they're both rly good at shooting so!!

things settle n haneul even finds love <3 then word ab div4 recruiting volunteers spreads n haneul, being the golden boy and olympian shooter, gets pressured 2 join!! n honestly, he would have in a heartbeat if not for his oopsie baby that's due in 8ish months!! no one knows ab it yet except hanna, but haneul feels torn ab fighting for a cause he genuinely believes in n not wanting to disappoint the fireflies, but also putting his life in danger so his kid may grow up without a father!! the night before div4 starts their mission hanna convinces him to let her join instead bc she wants to prove that she's more than just his sibling ( false she does not give a shit she knows she's top shit but it's the only way to guilt her brother into letting her do this for him ) but yes kids!! that's the story of how ur post-apocalyptic day mulan ends up in div4!!

thank u and more importantly sorry 4 makin u read alla that but !! ive also incl some plots below!! we can use them as startin points 4 our sick cool plots n threads 🤪

orite 20+ skeles line up them gen zs gotta unite!! also anyone who studied hs in seoul it wud b mighty cool for yall to b from the same hs

btw hanna n haneul, hanna is def the annoying one and haneul is rlly like the best most accommodating dude, dependable n mild-mannered, the man u bring home 2 ur parents so anyone who was mayb friends w haneul!! hanna n haneul didn't rlly share their friendships but bc of how close they are, it wouldn't be unlikely for u to have bumped into hanna at one point or another ( n maybe ur even like you are his sister?? damn yall r so different........ 1 is humble 1 is a peacock n yet that's also not the one who won the olympics huh weird )

on the topic of haneul i would love love love 2 have someone b related 2 haneul's girlfriend!! mayb her sibling or cousin or smth!! that would make hanna ur ( distant ) relative <3

also on the topic of haneul bc hanna cannot exist w/o him,, someone who was friends w haneul n not rly w hanna but yall see each other around a lot n mayb yall were both determined 2 volunteer for div4 then one day hanna appears from the shadows n is like don't put haneul's name down for him put mine instead n she tells u her super secret most brilliant plan that can only come from the descendent of einstein himself

hanna can get rly annoyin so mayb back when yall were fireflies agents on patrol she made a snarky comment ab the way u held a gun r u gna tolerate that disrespect!!!!

wud also b funny if back when the kdrt was ruling in busan qz n u were that bitch who were alw tryna sneak in seconds n hanna was like 🖕 refusing 2 help u out unlike the other kitchen hands bc she just didn't want to : )) kdrts rules sorry <3

yall were up in arms during the rebellion or mayb she even mistook u for a traitor / kdrt apologist n held u @ gunpoint until someone stepped in 2 clarify ur position

tw death wud also love 2 explore hanna's emotional side like ik her grandpa was a zomb but she still killed him n that shit haunts her......... mayb u idk found her crying on his birthday n yall had a heart 2 heart n now she's a lil awk around u bc she never lets anyone see her emotional side bc she doesn't have one she's Perfect lil miss can do no wrong <3

wud b cute for hanna 2 innocently crush on someone age appropriate <3 wud lov 2 see her flailing 4 once

also mayb yall dont know each other well n this mission is rlly the first time ur putting each others names 2 ur faces!!! will yall get along or argue?? crystal orb let us know!! 🧐

[harlowsbby]

You just found out the man of your so called dreams has been sleeping with your best friend behind your back, even after you gave her a home to stay in after leaving her abusive and toxic ex I- Urban are you fuckin Fr? NOT WORTH BREAKIN UP?!?’ He CHEATIN on her with her “BEST FRIEND”Fake stupid hoe IN HER OWN HOUSE!! Ohh hell naw, FUCK HIM, FUCK HER & FUCK YOU!! FUCK ALL YALL MOTHAFUCKAS GOT ME ALLL THE WAY FUCKED TO THE UP!! HE LUCKY WE AINT WHOOPIN HIS ASS RN!! But he got what’s coming to him AND SO DOES THAT HOE!! 🖕🏽🖕🏽

Jack looked up at you in sorrow and defeat he knew he had just lost the best thing he ever had. Boyyy ain’t nobody got fuckin pity for your raggedy ass tf 🤨 at least you know YOU FUMBLED THE FUCKIN BAG!!

“Now you know I’d never say anything like that I just wanna make sure we’ll still have our time together.” No yo ass js don’t wanna get caught 😒

“Miya is a baddie that’s what and you get to see that fine piece of ass walking around your house for free. I’m very jealous of you.” I- are you fuckin dumb?? He’s gotta a girlfriend WHO HE IS ENGAGED TO!! Tf u mean you jealous?!? Urb you on my list, I’m whoop yo ass first to get yo WHACK WEAK ASS OUT THE WAY!!

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” Jack knew thinking about the possibility of cheating on you was wrong but he’d be lying if it he said he didn’t glance at Miya’s chest or ass whenever she was around and now that he was thinking about it Miya did give him flirty eyes a few times ARE. YOU. MOTHAFUCKIN. KIDDING. ME?? THESE BITCH RLLY ARE MENTAL!! With they ass lookin like they eat mayonnaise straight outta the container. Lookin like near death experience’s give them a new meaning in life. Lookin like they throw up 🤙🏻 when they see a cute girl in the store. Like are y’all fuckin middle school boys OR GROWN ASS MEN?!? Cause I rlly cant fucking tell!!

“Yeah, I’ll see you later Jack but remember what I said! Two is better then one.” Urban snickered before leaving the house leaving a wondering Jack all alone in his thoughts. JACKMAN You rlly gon listen to the man WHO HAS NO BITCHES?!

and blushed when he noticed Miya laughing from behind you.😒😐🤨

“Oh hey Mia or I mean Miya yeah hey Miya.” He spoke nervously making her chuckle. This bitch has noooo fucking game! How the shit did he get away wit CHEATIN 🤨 and howwww the actual fuck did his ass bag YN?!

“You know I’m not stupid Jack, I know you want me just as bad as I want you.” She whispered in his ear and ran her tongue across his earlobe. YOU ARE A REAL DIRTY ASS FUCKIN BITCH!! And I just know yo pussy stank Fr 😷

“How about I show you where things can go for us.” Jack inhaled and watch Miya go to work he bit his lip and tried his best to hold in his moans and groans but it felt so good. I reallyyy fuckin hope, wish and pray yo damn dick fall off 😐 Lord forgive me but I said what I said 🤷🏽‍♀️

Part two comin 😭🤭

AHHHH ALL OF THE EMOTIONS 😭😭😭😭 I LITERALLY LOVEEEEEEEEE SEEING YOU IN MY INBOX AFTER READING MY STUFF

Girlllll Jack had the reader alllll the way fucked up in this one but in this other piece I’m working on it’s more like sad 😭 it’s based off a music video so I can’t wait to post it

Miya was a fake ass friend and so was Urban if we’re being honest especially since he pretty much sprung the idea onto Jack and Jack well we been knew he wasn’t gonna be shit and the fact that he cheated on her in their house smhhh 😭

[milkyybuns]

After school

(arataki itto x gn!reader) contains: fluff, jock itto, artsy nerdy reader, gn reader, pet names like baby, cutesy couple things, PDA, college au

a.n: first of many little ficlets to help live out my college au! Itto x reader daydreams.

word count: 0.4k

You watched eagerly as your boyfriend sprinted across the field, the match was almost over but he was still full of energy. His helmet covered most of his features but even at a distance, you could still see his bright eyes and sunny grin, a sight that never failed to make you smile. Your pencil moved frantically across the paper of your sketchbook, trying to capture his likeness as best as you could.

Just as the whistle blew and the game came to an end, you looked down at your drawing. As always, you weren’t completely happy with it but you did seem to improve on the pose this time. You shut it with a snap as the sound of your boyfriend’s voice made you perk up.

“Baby you made it!” He gave you the widest grin as he ran towards you. He pulled you into a crushing hug. “Didya see me out there? Ah hah who am I kidding? ‘Course ya did, how can ya miss the great and mighty Arataki Itto? That goal I scored at the second half was like, totally awesome right? Right?!!”

You rolled your eyes at him with an amused smile.

“Yes yes my big strong boyfriend was super amazing and cool today, as always.” You rolled your eyes affectionately before pecking him on the cheek. He yelped in surprise, looking around to see if anyone else saw that. You smiled at him and soon, he was pulling you in for a more long-lasting kiss. He tasted salty from the sweat, but you didn’t mind, tangling your hand into his sweaty locks as his hand slipped around your waist.

Your moment together was soon interrupted by the raucous whooping and whistling of his teammates. Itto pulled away reluctantly, embarrassed but still holding you close to him. You felt the heat rise to your own cheeks as you realised you’d just had an impromptu and slightly public makeout session.

“Ah geez, hah m’sorry baby, don’t worry about those guys yeah? Let’s get outta here, maybe we can go to mine. What do ya say?” Itto huffs, grabbing you by the hand.

“Shouldn’t you go join your teammates for celebrations?” You looked back at his teammates, who are no longer looking in your direction.

“Nah they’ll have plenty of fun without me.” Itto chuckled. “Plus I rarely get to hang out with you and, ah how do I say this…I really missed you…yaknow?”

“Itto, we went to the library, like yesterday.” You giggled, squeezing his hand.

“Yeah yeah I knoww! But like…wanna be alone with ya…so we can like kiss for as long as we want.” Itto looks away, biting his lip nervously at his own admission. “I-is that so bad?

“You’re sooo needy.” You joked, which earns you a pout from your big oni boyfriend.

“A-am not!”

“Are too!”

“Hmph! Fine I’m needy ok? I just love my baby a lot. Even though you’re like totally mean to me sometimes.” He’s pouting again.

“Mm you know I love you too Itto, now let’s get back to yours.”

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Y’all end up going to his house and play Mario Kart and eat ice cream :)