#woops I spilled something here

[namig42]

I like to imagine that the group of friends find the sleigh on the roof and think "holy shit." One of dudes hops into the big, red sleigh and grabs the reins, and Blitzen turns around with a scary, smug look. "Hey, you ain't Santa."

Everyone in the party looks baffled, trying to recollect if they had anything tonight to make them hear talking animals, but no. The reindeer can just talk.

"Uh..." The guy with the reins mumbles, "Santa's a bit... Tied up right now."

Cutaway to Santa just lounging in an armchair and staring at all the lights on the Christmas tree downstairs like he's never seen one before. With the most jolly, out of this world look on his face, he softly breathes out a, "ho ho ho..."

Cut back to the party on the roof. Dancer chimes in from in front of Blitzen, "we don't take orders from anyone besides the boss."

"C'mon guys, it's Christmas," a second guy chimes in. He's standing at the top of the ladder that they used to get up to the rooftop. "We just wanna help."

"You wanna help?" Blitzen chimes in, "then go get the jolly guy and tell him to get his keester up here. We were just making good time too."

"Wait Blitz," Cupid cuts in from next to the hostile reindeer. "I don't think they're lying."

"Cupid, for jolly goodness' sake," Blitzen rolled his eyes.

"I know a way they could help!" Rudolph added from the front of the line.

"Rudolph, keep quiet!" Blitzen yelled while gritting his flat teeth.

"Maybe we can't pull the sleigh without Santa, but if we pull something else that they have a lot of love for in their hearts, we can still have Christmas!"

Blitzen groaned, but Cupid nodded his head. "Ru is right." He turned to look at the blond man in the sleigh. "Do you all have a vehicle like that? Something that holds a lot of memories?"

The guy looked down at his shaggy brunette friend on the ladder, and the two locked eyes and felt the same idea click instantly. "Yeah," the blond guy answered, "we have something like that."

Already from down below, a feminine voice called from the driveway, "I already got the keys, Freddy!"

Everyone on the roof looked down on the snowy ground and saw two girls waiting by a blue and green van. The one that was waving and had called to them was in a thick orange sweater with heavy black glasses, and the other was leaning against the car door in her own purple, highly and tastefully ornamented sweater dress.

"Let's get going! Christmas won't save itself!" The girl in purple called cheerily.

Cupid looked to Blitzen. All the reindeer were ready to jump in on this idea, it was only Blitzen now. With a loud, whinnying groan, Blitzen caved in. "Fine, but if we get deernapped, I'm never letting you live this down."

"Deal," Cupid smiled before turning to the guy named Freddy, "now just unhook the sleigh and we can get a move on!"

"Uh... Yeah, sure" Freddy answered, glancing at this friend on the ladder. "Shaggy, can you help me out?"

"Uh... Gosh man, I can try?"

The two bumbling guys did their best to undo the complicated rig system, all while Blitzen scolded them for ruining Christmas and being the most incompetent bastards this side of the equator. Eventually they got it undone, and the reindeer flew down to the street with shocking levels of unspoken coordination. The girl in purple drove while the one in orange directed her. "Careful Daph! Take it slow!"

"Yeah, yeah!" Daphne answered as the car stopped with a harsh jerk. "I wasn't planning on driving tonight, you know!"

With some tedious turns and a poke at the reindeer in the back of the line, the party managed to somehow get the reindeer hooked up to the Mystery Van. Once it was secure, the party of four and Shaggy's dog stowed inside the car with Freddy behind the wheel.

"Okay gang, let's get the job done!" Freddy cheered.

"And get some more snacks for later!" Shaggy called from the backseat. With a vroom of the engine, the reindeer began to pull and the Mystery Van miraculously began to take off into the Christmas night sky.

The Mystery Gang was off to save Christmas.

[cloudcountry]

I sent my request via dms but I'm still sending an ask for the sake of it, woops

Remember to hydrate and unshrimp :}

SUMMARY: idia doesn't how how to react when you show up at his door late at night and reveal something as earth shattering as your most recent breakup.

COMMENTS: we talked about this in dms but i hope you like the finished product!! <3

I CANT TELL IF THIS OR ANGST OR FLUFF. MAN.

reading this against its def angst oops

idia has issues but you're gonna get him through them trust 💪

The sound of mindless clicking, fans whirring, and Idia’s steady breathing are the only sounds that can be heard this late at night. It’s not that the residents of Ignihyde are sleeping—no, they’re all tucked away in their rooms, either tinkering with new tech or in the same position Idia is now. His lower back starts to ache from his slouched position in his chair, and so he straightens out his back to ease the pain. His spine cracks once, twice, thrice before settling down, and Idia promptly falls back into his old posture.

He briefly hears your voice in his mind, a reminder to sit up straight and not surf the web too late. He blinks slowly, briefly considering obeying your imaginary command, before he rationalizes using his PC more because you’re not actually here, you’re out with your boyfriend right now.

Or so he thinks.

It’s as though he summoned you, your knock on his door, a secret knock that only you would ever use. Idia insisted on a precaution like that so he’d know when it was safe to open the door and when it wasn’t. So far you hadn’t abused the privilege, never using it when you had friends with you. In fact, Idia was fairly certain you’d created a new knocking pattern recently when you had friends with you, just so he could know it was okay to respond but he didn’t have to open the door if he didn’t want to.

It's the knock that tells him you're alone.

So this time, he wants to.

He stands up, pushing his gamer chair to the side as his joints creak from being held in one position for far too long. He stalks over to the door, shaking hands reaching towards the doorknob. Because of your boyfriend, he’s always kept his feelings about you under wraps, wanting your happiness first and foremost. Besides, in what world would anyone be interested in him? He wouldn’t even want to associate with you like that, the thought of dragging you into his darkness was too much.

The doorknob turns and his door creaks open, a sliver of light spilling into his room until the rest of it is blocked by you. Idia opens his mouth to ask what you’re doing at his door this late, especially since you have a boyfriend and if anyone should be hanging out with you this late it really should be him and—

And—

And you have never looked more serious. It makes the words die in his throat, his lips parted like a fool.

“Do you have time to talk?” you ask softly, shifting from foot to foot in your pajamas and oh Great Seven, did you walk across campus like that? There were so many bugs out at night and snakes too, and what if you tripped because you couldn’t see where you were going? You came alone, WHY would you come alone this late? You could have gotten hurt—

His hands are twitching as your eyes drift down towards them, watching silently as they shake towards and away from you, like he wants to touch you but isn’t sure if he can. You initiate, taking his hands in yours and gently pushing him back into his room, nudging the door shut with your foot as quietly as possible.

“Um...what are you doing here this late?” Idia asks softly, his hands in yours, still twitching restlessly.

“I had to tell you something. It’s nothing bad on your part, before you start overthinking. It’s something to do with my boyfriend, now ex.” you say, each word purposeful and slow, like you’re picking your words very carefully in your sleepy haze.

“You broke up?” Idia murmurs, ignoring the way his heart jumps in his throat. 

Of course he’s happy you’re single now. Of course he is. But that doesn't mean now is the time to start fantasizing about actually dating you. Oh who is he kidding, he wouldn’t be starting that, he’s been doing that. The last thing he needs to his feelings getting in the way and making things hard for you, you’ve been his best friend for years now, ever since he came to NRC you’ve always been in his corner, even though sometimes you don’t get to see each other that often and he’s not going to fuck this up because he likes you more than he should, no way is he going to fuck this up—

“Yeah. We broke up a few weeks ago.” you say, moving your hands from his and pressing them into your thighs.

“Oh.” Idia says dumbly.

You smile weakly, glancing around his room before gesturing to his bed. Idia feels his heart in his throat again—it’s the only place with room to sit, yeah, but it’s so messy and oh Great Seven what if his manga makes you think he’s weird and you never want to speak to him again.

You don’t even spare a glance at his mess. You just sit down and clench your hands in your lap, watching him as he sits down next to you. His eyes land on your hands, white knuckled and shaking, and it squeezes his heart when he thinks about just what your boyfriend could have done to hurt you like this.

Your ex, he means. Your ex. He’s never going to be your boyfriend again, even if he apologizes, because as much as you’re hurting right now Idia knows you'll only come back stronger for it.

It’s one of the reasons why he admires you so much.

“It...wasn’t something I was planning on broadcasting. And as far as I know, he hasn’t told anyone either. Not that he’s good at telling people things.” you remark bitterly, a frown twisting your lips.

“Was he not talking to you?” Idia asks, balling his hands into fists in his lap much like you.

“No. He wasn’t.” you sigh, looking down at his floor, “He wasn’t at all.”

His room grows silent again, but Idia hopes you don’t hear the gears in his brain turning. He wants to make things better for you, he wants to make sure all the time you have left with each other is good for you, he wants to make sure you can live the rest of your life happy with the knowledge that you’ll never have to think about this guy.

He wants you to be happy so he can let you go after you two become seniors.

“Is...there anything I can do?” he mumbles, eyes darting around the room for a distraction, “Um, I made a mini planetarium projection for Ortho since he likes the stars so much and I think I have it somewhere in here—”

He knows exactly where it is. Like he’d ever forget.

“—I have some games, um...which ones do you like? I probably have something—”

He’s fairly certain you’d love the game sitting on the bottom shelf of his desk. It reminds him of you whenever he plays it.

“—or would you like to watch anime? Read a manga? You can leave too, that’s okay, just let me walk you home so you don’t get hurt—”

Not again, at least. But he’ll do anything to keep you here with him.

You cut him off with a small giggle, your balled up fists now pressed up against your face in relaxed palms, covering your mouth as your eyes crinkle in the corners.

“I’d love to stay. Thank you, Idia.” you smile softly and move your hands away from your mouth, and Idia feels his heart jump into his throat again because of course you’d know.

You’ve always known.

He swallows back a wave of sadness as his mind reminds me once again that he will leave you one day, and that day will come sooner than he wants it too, that he’s cursed and he shouldn’t taint you too—

“Anything is good as long as it’s with you.” you laugh quietly, falling back onto his bed with a soft thump.

It’s like you were always meant to be there.

[zondel]

Please tell me more about the Wof x pjsk au, specifically nijiiro PLEASE PLEASE PLAESE 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏. Like I have so many questions. When rui and mizuki first met did they know the other was an animus??? Also what was the mizuki unethical magic thing?? I’m also kinda interested in the mafuyu animus thing because is it like an anemone thing or did her mom use her to take the throne??? How does the gang find out that not one but two of their members are animuses??? Why is kanade fr living on an island on her own 🥺??? If ena takes the place of peril in canon then how does she just… leave?? Does she know Akito is her brother? I have so many questions DROP ANOTHER LORE POST AND MY LIFE IS YOURS 🙏🙏🙏🙏

Also Zondel when (if) my camera gets repaired I have not three but four drawings regarding the pjsk x wof au so you better be prepared I am freakishly obsessed with this au and you will have to pry it from my cold dead hands

Hiiiyaaa Gooosee.....so it took a while to respond... almost a month.... woops... sorry :>

But I'm here with a yap! It's not the ideal yap I was stalling for but alas, at least I'm no longer leaving you in the rain. I am sadly not going to spill all my beans (<- cat who wants to try making comics) but here are most of em:

When Charming and Director first met, only Director was to their knowledge an animus. At that time Charming didn't know that those even existed. Director by that didn't know either. To him he was chatting with a rather quiet Rainwing

Mizukis spell? Nah sorry I want to still keep that Zonde exclusive knowledge <:3c If I fsr can't manage working out a way of telling the story, I'll mention it in a dump, but atm? lemme try

For Mafuyu I am more open☝️ So base idea: common Seawing animus boytoy, the common your only use is to serve the kingdom. That's also her first spell:

"May these bracelets make me an obedient subject. May they never leave my talons and let them never be destroyed"

It's a failsafe in the likely case she loses her soul and goes... like the others.

The thing is, the spells are instructed by her mother Kelp. Why, is because it's easier to trust her with the task, than search for a random council member who could do it. Mafumom is already a council member and the wife of the prince yk?

Anyways that would be fine and all, if Kelp didn't have ulterior motives... Her previous plan was to marry into the royal family and let her daughter then challenge the queen. But since said daughter turned out to be a animus, the plan changed into Kelp using Jellyfish to take over the throne herself. She hasn't yet, but is on the way.

How the gang finds out about the second animus in their mids? Well as my last dump said, niigo were in a situation where they had to run asap. Jellyfish can't cast spells that work against the Seakingdom will, therefore only Charming can do something to help. She creates a tunnel akin to Directors rainforest tunnel, bringing niigo to safety, but at the cost of her secret. When they were all safe and the situation dawned on her she quite literally disappeares. And niigos reaction? Very mixed. Jellyfish has still all the Seakingdom shit to process, Siren is immediately trying to think of a way to help Charming or at least reach her and Kite is going through about twenty stages of grief. That's around where I would say second arc niigo would start, where they have to find Charming and rely on Sekais help ( the niigoloids that are apart of it) ...yeah

Siren lives on the island alone since she doesn't have anywhere else to go. Her parents raised her on it, since it was a rather safe and secluded place. Something dragons, who escaped the vulcano and are trying to hide from any potential Nightwings that might force them to return, would want. But with her mother dead and father gone she just stayed really. Siren doesn't know any other place well enough to properly survive and solitude has the benefit of not having multiple visions about other dragons' death. She comes by, but wasn't close to thriving before niigo came.

Compared to Peril, Kite does just have the ability to leave. She previously stayed, because the arena gave her purpose and there didn't seem to be an option to do something else. Life outside of the arena only provided the role of a firedemon loved by none. It fits to Enas character and the conflict between her need for self fulfillment through her art and her need to be seen and appreciated. At that point she'd rather be Inferno, Champion of the Skywings, than a free monster.

Additionally, Chimera- OH FUCK Ok I found a continuity error in me old infodump on Chimera (explodes multiple times) erm...

Welcome to the "Zonde has to de-flunk their blunders" show!

I did tell Chimera took over the Kingdom when the war began, but before Kite and Smoke were born.... No... it didn't woops

The war happened when the Blorbos were kids, so that wouldn't make sense. So either Chimera did take over flailing a firescale dragonet around, or she promised an alliance in exchange for power before the war happened.... Both stretches, but I gravitate towards the latter (sloppily tapes bandaid over the blunder)

erhem...Additionally (it is presumed that) Chimera took over the kingdom, withouth a firescale as a weapon, so there wasn't as much pressure to keep her with the same tactics as Scarlet did Peril. Techincally Kite could challenge Chimera, but since Chimera isn't an actual royal and already stretches the kingdoms tolerance for unconventional rulers, a nonroyal firescale queen wouldn't be recognized. The Skywings in the au operate with a panem et circenses mindset. Control depends on the comfort of the masses.

Kite knows her brother is Smoke. Him ending up in the arena was the motivator for her to leave.

yeah, that's it atm.

[danwhobrowses]

One Piece Chapter 1109 - Initial Thoughts

Late on arrival but finally we're back to One Piece

The old stella is likely dead, but he's left a big broadcast behind Is he gonna spill all the tea? Let's not wait any longer

Spoilers for the Chapter, Support the Official Release

We're getting a Wano cover story now too, starting with Onigashima sent underwater (ok but how like it's massive!) atop Old Wano

I wonder what it'll focus on particularly? Yamato? Momo? Tama? Kaido and Big Mom statuses? Drake and Hawkins statuses?

Vegapunk's message however is a bit of a tease because of course it is

Shaka chimes in to mention how such a message will likely be blocked and intercepted, so they discuss piggybacking off of the Navy's comms

Thus, the Navy are unable to stop the transmission, as it spreads across everyone who has a Den Den Mushi

Vegapunk though also wants to provide time for people to set up the Visual snails for a picture, which'd take time for them to set up

Vegapunk gives people an hour, but Shaka advises against that since there will be those looking to censor them, so it's reduced to 10 minutes

Luffy and the crew are aware of this broadcast as well, they are curious about it though

Sanji just take a pulse and give it up

The Gorosei can still converse with Saturn all the way from Marejois!? Is it some telepathy maybe?

Saturn all but confirms that Vegapunk is dead, telling the others that Kizaru dealt a killing blow

But they are quick to realise that the message is as a result of a dead man's switch

Focus looks to turn onto the Labophase, despite being highly protected...nobody tell them that Kizaru can pass through the barrier

Pythagoras also chips in on the message for what they should do during the wait, since having a coffee may not be a good amount of time

The world is preparing for Vegapunk's message, including places we're familiar with

Dressrosa first; Kyros and Rebecca seemed to have been sparring

Leo is alive and well after his incident with Marejois, but true to the Tontatta he bought into the headlines that Luffy kidnapped Vegapunk

Foosha Village are also hearing about it, but they don't have a video screen, because iconic mayor Woop Slap don't have the money

Here's hoping they don't miss something important there, and that Makino is safe, the bar doesn't look damaged at least

The village already think this is gonna be Luffy slander anyway

At Water Seven it's late at night, so Iceberg is tired but amassing screens anyway, conducted mainly by Alice, the child assistant who is way past her own bedtime

But she does have Tyrannosaurus on her head so we'll give it a pass, she's in capable paws

Morgans also has the video up, with Vivi still worried about the crew

Morgans is quick to deduce that it's a pre-recorded message though, but expects that Egghead has already been wiped out

The other seas also prepare for Vegapunk's message, it must be kinda surreal for some of them since this is the first time they're seeing Vegapunk - plus there's 3 of them

Plus all 3 of the Vegapunks in the message are dead

The Revolutionaries also have the message, wondering what it's gonna be about

Dragon thinks back about Shaka's message though, and then continues to not do anything else

At the least there's a Sabo cameo there

Back to Luffy and he notes how Saturn and Kizaru keep coming back for more

He dodges an Eye Laser and a Poison leg, but he doesn't relinquish his hold

He's gonna keep fighting till his crew are safe

Gomu Gomu No Booming Dawn Cymbal squishes Admiral and Gorosei together

And with both flattened he continues the disrespect, spinning them like pizza dough

And then flinging them away like frisbees

Kizaru crashes into a warship, but Saturn pulls some boomerang action to come back at Luffy

Kizaru has had a headache just all day, serves him right too

Luffy avoids the poisonous buzzsaw return that Saturn poses, but the other Gorosei are intent to not let Vegapunk's message go out

Franky, Bonney, Kuma and Atlas make it to the Giants' ship, but still no word on Lucci vs Zoro, or how the Sunny intends to not crash into the barrier

Saturn agrees with his fellow Gorosei 'I shall perform the summoning'

Four cracks of black lightning strike Egghead

And now, there are Five.

Oh god oh jeez oh god oh jeez oh GOD oh jeez ALL THE GOROSEI ARE HERE.

I don't think Luffy can last a 5 on 1 of the Gorosei, Zoro stop dicking around with Lucci, Sanji you gotta drop the old man, Jinbe navigate Zoro and yourself to Luffy and someone else come for support (Robin is injured plus she would be a focus target so probably not her, Usopp? Nami? Brook? Chopper?), or maybe the Giants can back him up? Or the Sleeping Giant?

Things are heating up but now we have more situations to deal with; we can't leave the island too soon or else the Gorosei will stop the message, but if we linger then the Gorosei could do a lot of damage.

There's a break to deal with first of course, but god(a) we need some answers! And we need some things to wrap up, because we still don't have a solution for how those in the Labophase are gonna get out, also I hope Sentomaru got out, bit of a rough day for him; the man he was hired to protect died at the hands of his 'uncle', he betrayed the marines for the former and it was for naught, gotta feel bad for the guy.

We might be seeing all of the Gorosei's powers next chapter though, but it makes you wonder, if all five are here does that mean they won't be in the endgame?

[asterkiss]

ello, dear fellow!

you please mind doing fake dating prompt 3?? thank you lots!

Woops, forgot about this. Also had an anon askign for this prompt as well so here we go:

Sequel to Homecoming. Still a high school AU.

- SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN

The homecoming party had gone off without a hitch - or actually, no, that was a lie. There had been at least six hitches, with the last one being Mabel spilling the punch bowl all over her dress and the floor.

But most people seemed to believe she and Bill were dating at least, and it had been worth it to see the look on Pacifica's face as she danced with her hot date.

And, as keen as Mabel was to get changed out of the stained and damp dress she couldn't pass up when they were invited to an after party by the popular kids.

But Pacifica seemed to still have it out for her, and had led the groups crusade in shoving the couple into a closet for Seven Minutes in Heaven. Was this to test if they were really dating? A tube of lipstick had been shoved into Mabel's hand last second before the door was slammed shut.

It was dark, with only a thin sliver of light filtering in through a gap in the doorway over one side of her face.

'So....' She began, glancing aside. She could just make out the silhouette of her fake boyfriend.

His eyes slid in her direction before he grabbed the lipstick out of her hand. She blinked, watching as he smeared it over his lips without a word and leaned towards her.

'Hey, whoah, wait, what are you doing?' Her back pressed against the wall of closet as Bill continued to advance, planting his hands either side of her head. The light shone over his face now instead and she saw the amusement dancing in his eyes.

'Cm'on kid, even you know how this game is played. Pucker up.'

'Sure I do, but can't you be more romantic?' She wasn't against kissing the guy but come on now.

Bill blinked, and almost seemed puzzled by her request. 'I can't exactly take ya to a candle-lit dinner right now.'

'I know, but...' She shrugged, playing with a piece of her hair whilst she glanced aside with a blush. 'You could say something sweet or flirt a bit.'

'You first.'

Oh. Uh. She floundered for a only moment at the sudden request before breaking out into a grin. She leaned closer, placing a hand on his chest where she could feel his steady heart beat beneath her fingers. Time to put those online flirting classes to work, girl.

'Are you a parking ticket? Because you've got "fine" written all over you.' Wink.

He arched an eyebrow but didn't seem particularly swooned off his feet. Hm. Mabel tried again.

'Kiss me if I'm wrong, but dinosaurs still exist, right?' She pushed herself up on tip-toes, leaning her face closer in anticipation as she pursed her lips towards the guy.

Bill merely blinked. 'If you're talkin' about that old fart Sixer who teaches physics, then yes.'

Mabel stared at him. He stared back.

'Just kiss me already,' she demanded, giving him a fierce look.

'Alrighty.'

Without any hesitation he smashed his lips against her with a force that would surely take anyone else off their feet. But Mabel wasn't just anyone. In fact, it was her who took Bill off his feet as she shoved her body against his own frame, causing the taller boy to stumble back against the side of the enclosed space. She followed suit, hands finding the wall behind him to balance herself as their legs tangled together.

The blond ripped away from her, and although she couldn't see his expression in the dark she was sure he looked bewildered.

Eventually, he just said: 'Jesus, how strong are you?'

'Uh.... Well, I can still pick up Waddles and he weighs 190lbs! Is that a lot?'

'What the fuck?'

Again, she couldn't see his expression but she could only imagine how he was regarding her right now. Most of the guys she crushed on tended to get weirded out when she showed how easily she could pick them up like a bag of grapes.

Oh well. Their loss.

At that moment, the door to the closet was thrown open. Mabel turned her head aside to see Pacifica staring at them in surprise. In the light, their position did look rather comprimising with her pinning him against the wall and their clothing crumpled.

She glanced back at Bill, whose lower face was smudged in red make-up. He paid no attention to the blonde girl, with his blue eyes instead fixated on her.

'Oh my god, look at the lipstick all over their faces,' one of the girls whispered.

Mabel felt a hand around the back of her neck, and barely had time to register it was Bill's before he was pulling her back towards him. She heard Pacifica release a grunt of annoyance as she slammed the door shut again, enveloping the pair in darkness once more.

And yet Bill's mouth remained on hers for much longer, the sensation of his lips sending a tingling feeling down her neck and spine. Her legs felt like jelly as she leaned all her weight against him, but he didn't seem to mind as he pulled away to speak.

'I like a girl who can kick my ass.'

Her face flushed. Okay, now that was a good pick up line. She cleared her throat, trying to appear smooth. 'I think they bought it, we can leave now. I mean, if you want.' Or maybe they could stay in here and kiss more? No, she didn't say that bit out loud. Behave, Mabel. This was a fake dating situation after all. It was purely to get back at Pacifica (on her end) and Dipper (on his). She didn't want to ruin it just when it was getting good!

'Are you kidding? it's barely been five minutes. I have a reputation to uphold. Gimme that lipstick again.'

Reputation? Wasn't his only reputation being an asshole? What was he talking about?

But Mabel didn't bother arguing, instead passing the lipstick over as he proceeded to yank her close and leave marks across her face and throat.

It was worth the yelling she got from Dipper later.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Can I get Centipedes x Ragatha? (it’s a joke)

Ragatha and centipedes

jokes on you im going to entertain this because im feeling a little silly. going to be all over the place since its just a bunch of random stuff tying in with the general centipede idea future admin here VV did not think i would need to put a cw on this but this genuinely made me feel bluuuuuugh and yucky so uh. CW on talk about bugs and vague talk of infestations because the admin tried to make a hc on why ragatha is scared of centipedes in particular (admin realizes their phobia of bugs is worse than they thought by the end of writing it they just thought they had arachnophobia LMAO) not even going to bother to tag this

i think its centipedes specifically that ragatha doesnt like. shes okay with spiders, shes fine with flies, hell shes okay witih silverfish (which arguably are just as gross if not grosser than centipedes). its something about centipedes in specific she hates. maybe its the legs. its gotta be the legs

or maybe theres something else? honestly i can see her getting her little fear of the things from a prank by jax gone terribly wrong, or perhaps even an in house adventure

or maybe she experienced something with them in her real life that, despite her losing her memories, she fears the bug down to her very core. something that shook her so deeply, engraining itself into her psyche, enough to carry on even after losing everything that once made her her when she put on the headset

okay jokes aside, originally i was going to go on a tangent about how that maybe her fear came from a really bad IHA.. but now that i think about it, the idea of her going through something in her real life makes more sense. plus as much as i write about jax putting centipedes in her room i dont think he actually did... but what i have cooking in my brain far exceeds the cruelty jax would dare dish out

i dont know about you but infestations can quickly instill a fear in you. i would know personally because when i was younger roaches and silverfish were common in my house hold, especially during wetter times of the year. also crickets. and woop the admin hates all three of those bugs, deeply. can you imagine going into the bathroom as a small child, only to get up and see a roach as big as your hand just chilling in the toilet bowl. do you know what that does to a person

cue that one post where op said they were taking a dump and they poked a weird spot on their wall only to watch in horror as a hoard of silverfish started spilling out of it

genuine fear of mine i hate silverfish kid me used to avoid the bathroom because of them

so anyways with the power of my self projection, im going to apply the same idea to ragatha. maybe she lived somewhere where centipedes were common. sure they might not have been the huge gnarly ones that we all think of when we hear about these things, but i think even the smaller ones would do her in after enough time. could be a large amount of house centipedes but as stated above, it would probably drive you insane after you see enough of them for long enough

shrugs

okay psychological torment aside i dont think theres really any curing her fear if we're following this hc, like maybe you can help her build a tolerance to having them around but to actually get rid of it fully? yeah no thats going to take a lot more than you can give her in the digital circus

will NOT pick up a centipede you try to get her to hold, you could have the best intensions and it can be the cutest one ever in existence

i was going to add a lot more to this post and make this comically long but my skin is crawling (pun intended) at the images ive just put into my head. genuinely feel yucky inside

[phighterss]

i hate when soda sometimes drops this SUDDEN information about a certain thing i already wrote about and headcanoned on and publicized and everything so now i’m scared to even TRY worldbuilding cuz i might get another surprise like

“woops! the thing you wrote here for the worldbuilding is actually completly different!” while i’m trying to make an accurate plot thing so i’m forced to make everything non canon compliant its so annoying

i’m aware that it’s a “phighting’s in alpha! can’t spill too many secrets” thing but it’s really hard for writers to make stories about a game that’s lore isn’t even remotely disclosed (only EXTREMELY vaguely which i can BARELY work with so i’m forced to (in stories) keep that subject off the table and again, VAGUE. i fucking hate that shit

no hate at all to the devs it’s just annoying as hell bro i just want to write something tangible for the tiny microscopic mess of lore that is phighting bro…..

[troubadour-malin]

"Slip and fall (in love)" is both a great title and an adorable premise for a meet-cute~ 💕 could you share some of your ideas for it? 😘💋

Aaaah thank you, I'm so glad you like it heheheh

Putting all if this under a cut because I got carried away and it got a bit lengthy oops

So it all starts with : Ollie watched Yuri On Ice once and thought to herself: "How hard can it be?" (very hard I'm afraid). Right from the start, you need to know that Ollie is, in fact, very stupid.

So the main idiot is Ollie. Either short for Oliver redacted or Olivia original character, still thinking about it (but it's most likely gonna be Olivia hehe, I'm feeling the pull to write wlw these days).

That day where everything happens, she's only ever had one ice skating class. She'd decided to practice on her own on an early morning. She thought the rink would be empty, and that she could goof around for a bit and fall flat on her ass in peace. But when she arrives there's already someone there, skating on their own.

That's our second character: Leo! Leo's been figure skating pretty much her entire life, she's done competitions, she's won medals, in short, she's good. She doesn't do competitions anymore though.

When she sees Ollie stepping on the ice with her rental skates and clothes that aren't appropriate at all, she doesn't think much about it. She thinks she's gonna skate for a few more minutes and then leave. She usually comes here to be alone, so no point in staying, right.

So Ollie starts "practicing" and Leo decides to call it a day. She goes over to the entrance thingie and is putting on her skateguards (is that what it's called? The plastic covers you put over the blades so you can safely walk on normal ground).

At the same time, Ollie gets cocky, and wants to try something that clearly is too hard for the level she's at. She picks up speed - too much - and she fails to stop and ! BAM! She slams into poor Leo who didn't see it coming.

They both fall over, ouch. Good for her, Ollie isn't too hurt. Because Leo cushioned her fall. Woops. Ollie profusely apologizes, and leads Leo back to where she left her bags and stuff.

Ollie's training in school to be a nurse, so she patches Leo up. (Classic wlw stuff, is it really a wlw fic if there is no patching up involved?). Anyways, it does NOT go well, Ollie's really nervous, ends up spilling some of that "eosin" red stuff that stains all over both of them, it's BAD. Leo is not having a good time, Ollie isn't either. Not a good start.

Eventually they both leave, not on especially good terms. Leo seemed quite resentful (she wasn't hurt that bad, but still). While she leaves, Ollie swears she's never coming to the rink on this particular day of the week at this particular time so she doesn't have to see Leo ever again and suffer through the shame of it all.

But the thing is. This town, it's not a big one. And ice skating isn't that popular. You can bet all the local skaters know each other. Which means...

Leo needs a job (cause she has another secret hobby that requires money, don't ask me what that hobby is because it is a secret also to me). And how lucky! One of her friend wants to give up teaching one of their classes, maybe Leo could teach it in their place? Great, the director of the ice rink's okay, it's all set up. Leo's gonna start teaching kids. She doesn't like people in general, but kids, they're alright. So it's great right?

You see it coming. She's teaching that class that Ollie signed up for. Aand the classes are non-refundable. Shit.

Aaaaand that's all the outline I got (which is already a lot). After that they obviously don't have a choice but to spend time together, eventually Leo starts to grow fond of Ollie, eventually they fall in love, eventually they kiss.

Tadaaa. No angst, no misunderstandings, no love triangle this is gonna be pure fluff and fun (for me at least) from start to finish (if it ever sees the light, that is :>> )

I'm really excited about that one, I feel like I'm gonna have a blast writing it hehe.

[ahungeringknife]

365: June 22

Woops Relora that's what you get promising your son to a trickster god :)

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Coming out of her daughter's room Relora paused hearing voices in her son's room. It was late. Spayar should have been asleep. She leaned close and heard Spayar's small voice and also heard another boy's voice. Spayar wasn't having any sleepovers tonight.

She opened the door and saw Spayar sitting up in his little bed. "Mazuk, you should be asleep," she said even as her sea glass green eyes darted all around the room looking for the source of the other voice. But the tiny room was empty.

"I was trying to amma," Spayar said.

"Trying?" she asked, standing in the doorway still, dim light from the hallway spilling around her into the cramped room.

"My friend Fen was telling me a story."

"... Fen? Who's Fen?" she asked casually. She didn't know any of Spayar's friends named Fen. It wasn't even a Feylian name or a name from Dirin which were his other friends.

"He's my friend," was all Spayar said.

Relora looked around the small room again, "Was he in here?"

"Mhm!"

"Is he still in here?" she asked nervously.

"Yeah but he's waiting for you to go away to finish the story," Spayar said like it was the most normal thing in the world. All the hair rose on Relora's neck.

"Oh really?" she kept her voice steady. "I wish I could see your friend too," she said like she wasn't casting a very serious bit of magic.

She was as surprised as the being that appeared on her son's bed when he did appear. Relora felt all the blood rush out of her face seeing the being. Sevok. The crocodile god. The liar. The trickster. He was sitting on Spayar's bed as a preteen, much older than Spayar who was only about four. Sevok was a beautiful dark skinned boy from the Dirin lowlands with mischievous gold and silver eyes wearing a formal service coat with long sleeves covered in golden embroidery, his own brown hands replaced by golden ones. He'd cut the golden stitching on his mouth so he could open his mouth and his son didn't seem to find that terrifying.

Sevok looked as shocked that had worked as Relora did. "Get out of my house," she said, voice stilted and terrified.

"Oh don't be like that Relora-

"Get out of my house before I call someone who will do something about you," she said, heart hammering so hard it was about to erupt out of her chest.

"You wouldn't do that-

"Cross me, crocodile," she finally stepped into the room. "Your fathers will love you know you misbehave," and like she was dealing with some of Spayar's older friends she grabbed Sevok by the ear and twisted it. The god shouted and jumped to his feet as she lifted him off the bed by the ear.

"That's not nice," Sevok said, staring up at her, tears in the corner of his eyes. "We had a deal."

"You will collect later," she hissed. "Now get out of my house or I will call someone to see your misbehavior and your fathers will punish you more for meddling with mortals."

Sevok looked at her with a frown. "I wasn't going to hurt him," and then he turned into haze and was gone. Once he was Relora sagged, her heart thundering so hard it was covering the ringing in her ears.

"Amma? Am I in trouble?" Spayar asked her, his black eyes huge and worried.

"No," she assured him quickly. "No no. Never mazuk," and she went and hugged her little son. She pulled him into her arms as she stood again.

"Fen was just telling me a story," he sniffed like he was going to cry.

"Lets not worry about Fen," she said, smoothing his hair more to reassure herself than him.

"Is Fen bad?"

"He's... not bad but he's not good either," Relora said. Spayar just frowned at her, not understanding. "Do you want to sleep with me and dooim?" she asked.

That perked him yes. "Yes," he said nodding.

"Okay," and she kissed him on the forehead and took him out of his room to the last room in their little apartment. Spayar was already in bed when she arrived with their son.

"What's this?" Spayar asked in his deep velvety voice.

"He's sleeping with us tonight," she said and got into bed with her husband.

"Oh yeah? How come?" Spayar asked, curious but not upset.

"Amma didn't like Fen," their son said.

Spayar frowned. "I've told you, junior, Fen's not real. He's just your imaginary friend," he said.

"But amma saw him. Right amma?"

Relora looked at Spayar, wide eyed. She'd seen it. He saw that in her eyes but they both knew whatever it was Spayar was seeing they needed to help him not. But she couldn't ignore the fact that Sevok had been in their home! A god in their home! Telling their toddler stories in the dark! "I don't know what I saw," she said, swallowing.

"It was Fen! He's really nice. He's always got the best stories," their son said cheerfully.

Spayar gave Relora a look of concern. "Let's just go to sleep," she said. "Tomorrow will be the answer to tonight's questions." A Dirin saying but also her telling Spayar she'd tell him in the morning.

"Lucky me. Get to spend the night with two of my favorite people," Spayar said. "My beautiful Relora," and he leaned across their son to kiss Relora gently and it went a long way to reassure her it'd be alright even if Spayar didn't know what was wrong. "And my best little guy," Spayar leaned down to kiss their son all over the face making him giggle and hug Spayar. Spayar wrapped one of his great dark arms around their son and laid down.

Relora went to turn down the lights before joining them in bed. Their son was cuddled against Spayar's wide chest contently already. Relora just reached over to take Spayar's hand in the dark. He grabbed it back and squeezed it. They'd figure it out in the morning.

[maguro13-2]

Fern : Wow. This is a huge success for an Anniversary, but where our dresses and suits.

Frieren : We don't need one, we have our selves what we needed. Using cremonial flowers on our heads.

Stark : : I don't know how you got these, Frieren. But this is really great for the pictures.

Fern : You sure, but I really do have a great catch. But...I am going to make sure that this is the opportunity. Is everybody for the anniversary party?

Himmel : Okay.

*Starts camera*

Himmel : Okay everybody. Get into the picture. 3...2...1...CHEEEE--

*SHOOP DA WOOP*

*later*

Frieren (ghost) : Well great! There goes a deposit on these cameras.

*imaginary scenario ends*

Frieren : I told you before. Bad things always happens before the anniversary.

Fern : So what's the big deal, it's only a picture.

Stark : Alright.

Himmel : *starts the camera* Readt for the big picture? Okay, places everyone! 3...2...1...CHEESE--

*BOOM+SPLAT*

Himmel : --Dip.

*the entire studio is covered with Nacho Cheese*

Fern : Aw what the hell, dude!? There's nacho cheese everywhere.

Stark: Messy, messy, messy.

Frieren : I kinda like the stuff that I do not like get it in hair.

Himmel : Whose idea was it to make nacho cheese dip over here?

*camera pans to shalltear making nachos*

Shalltear : Ehhh, Oops?

Frieren : Hope you didn't meant that stuff on purpose.

Shalltear : I was just making some nachos.

Serie : Alright.

*MGS EXCLAMATION MARK*

[Prologue 3 by SEGA SOUND TEAM]

Serie : *angry icon* Which one of you dumbasses spilled nacho cheese all over the god damn place?

Shalltear : What that wasn't my idea, I was just helping someone to make nacho cheese.

Frieren : But I didn't Do that.

*realizes she has nacho cheese in her hands*

Frieren : Uh-oh.

Serie : I know why. You let someone to get cheesed all over to us, didn't you?

Frieren : Well, I was hungry If could get something to eat.

Ubel : Nonsense that was me, I gave her the nacho cheese.

Ainz : GOD DAMN IT, GIRLS! YOU GOT CHEESE IN THE GOD DAMN PLACE!!!

Frieren, Shalltear, and Ubel : (together) Oh, So close!

~ HAPPY ANNIVERSARY FROM FRIEREN AND FRIENDS! ~

[foreverinadais]

after an argument: hc

(part 2: part 1 here!) this ended up taking way longer than i imagined woops

STEVEN:

the silent treatment he had been giving you eventually turns into reflection time.

the outcome? he feels like a complete dick.

so he when he sees your sitting on the sofa, he would come and sit next to you, his hands placed awkwardly on his knees

he would sneak peaks at you as if to get your attention because our love can’t directly make the first move after confrontation 

finally, you would sigh and face him

to which he would pretend to be really interested in whatever was on the tv.

“Steven?”

then he would spill.

“I’m sorry I was such an arse and for the stupid argument. I was acting immature and you don’t deserve that and if there’s anyway I can make it up to you-”

You would interrupt him with a much calmer, “Steven.” and add, “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. I was stupid to do anything to risk what we have.”

You could see the hidden fear in his eyes and shook your head.

“You won’t lose me. besides, people in relationships argue!” He isn’t convinced, muttering a string of apologies again.

“I’m not mad anymore, okay? It’s done.”

Steven is relieved. Like super relieved. he physically breathes a sigh of relief.

And he hesitantly reaches out to take your hand

to which you offer a smile and snuggle into his side.

“Wow.” Steven suddenly whispers

“Hmm?”

“I just love you. And am so lucky to have you, my love.”

to which you smile, because your equally lucky to have him- even when he is sassy.

MARC:

okay so i feel like he would want to avoid direct confrontation

but would still obviously want to apologise.

so say your asleep and he sneaks into the flat

has gotten a bunch of flowers or something cliché that he debated on getting but decided he needs something romantic to add to his apology.

he doesn’t want to wake you, plans to just leave the flowers in a vase and cook you breakfast.

but he stubs his toe on the side as he walks in and cusses loudly.

of course, you wake up instantly, slightly delirious from your sleep.

“Steven?”

he cringed at himself, inhaling deeply before muttering a small ‘nope’.

“Oh.”

Marc knows he’s fucked up by the sadness in your tone.

your sit up, noticing the flowers and he follows your gaze and sighs.

“Look, Y/N, I fucked up. And I’m sorry.”

he paces forward and places the flowers on the bedside table

It’s kinda funny to see big, scary Marc Spector be so shy 

and you don’t really know what to do

cause your still pissed at him.

“You upset me, marc. I just care about you, is all. when you get hurt, it hurts me. And I’m powerless to it, you know?”

“I know, baby. I know. I got, defensive and it was wrong of me.”

he feels emotional and turns away from you for a moment.

“Just not really used to people caring about me. I just don’t want to scare you off, or risk losing you. It doesn’t give me an excuse, I know. I’m sorry.”

He sniffles, would desperately try to stop any tears.

But you saw him. Saw all his insecurity, all his pain, all his worry.

and you instantly would get up from the bed, wrap your arms round his waist.

“I know, darling. We can work on it, okay? But we don’t have to right now.” 

to which you would gently urge him to turn around.

“C'mere.” 

and he accepts your embrace, softly sniffles into your shoulder as you stroke his back.

“Let’s go to bed, yeah?”

and he agrees.

and you both lie down, you guiding him to rest his head on your chest as you gently play with his hair

both slowly realising you can work on your problems together.

JAKE

“I’m worried, mate. She could be anywhere.”

“She isn’t answering our texts.”

“Fuck sake, Jake.”

after you left, of course all 3 of them would be freaking out.

Jake would eventually take control- or lose it.

going back to his bottle but slowly

truth was, he was more worried than anyone.

this was his fault

so if anything happened to you, that would be on him.

and he would never forgive himself

he was pacing the room, calling your phone yet again, practically screaming in frustration when he heard your voicemail.

that was until the door opened.

you half expected one of the others to be fronting, or for Jake not to be there at all.

but to your slight dismay, there he was, instantly turning to face you and throwing his phone on the sofa.

you would take off your jacket, not even bothering to face him.

then walk straight to the bathroom for a shower, avoiding contact at all.

“You need to sort this out, Jake. Just say sorry.” 

he knew he had too. just didn’t know how to communicate it

and all you wanted, no, needed, was for him to communicate.

you come out the shower and to his dismay, your wearing one of your own night tops and not one of his

and you get a glass of water before going to bed.

but before you can, Jake clears his throat.

“Y/N.”

to which you would stop in your tracks, slightly turning to him so he knows he has some of your attention.

“Are you hurt?”

“What?”

“You were gone for so long, I thought you might’ve got-”

“Are you kidding? I was ‘gone for so long’ because you told me to leave, remember?” 

okay, tensions were still high

and i have a feeling Jake is stubborn

Jake would stop talking for a moment as he watches you shake your head slightly

“I was angry.”

“well I’m still angry.”

and the atmosphere would be so tense.

one wrong word, and it could all snap.

“What do you want me to do?”

and you scoff.

“Honestly? I want you to be honest. Jake, do you want me?”

“What?”

“You hardly say it.”

“What?”

“You hardly say you love me! and maybe I’m selfish but you don’t act like you love me sometimes. I want, I want you to talk to me and be open to me and want me in the way I want you! Because I can’t keep doing this.”

Oh. 

That- he feels his stomach turn in dread, feels his head fill with fire. But mostly, he feels the way his heart breaks slightly.

of course he loves you.

but it was fucking terrifying to admit

you mistake his silence for agreeance and you feel tears well in your eyes

because this is your biggest fear; that one of them could fall out of love with you.

“I’m going to bed.” 

the sentence sends chills down his spine in the worst way

and he shakes out of his thoughts, rushing forward.

“No no no, wait. I’m sorry. Sometimes I can’t find the words for you, Y/N, but it’s not because I don’t want to or because I don’t care but it’s because for you, I feel so deeply. I can cope with pain, lord knows I can, but this... loving you means the possibility of losing you and I can’t live with that.”

none of them can

and you pause again, putting down the water and turning to him with watery eyes.

“It doesn’t make up for what happened. I mean it, Jake. We can’t keep doing this thing where we fight and then fuck, and then forget about it.”

“I won’t. I will try and make it up to you, Cariño, every single day. And I might not be able to open up like the others do, but I will try. I will try for you.” 

and you finally nod slightly, tears falling freely now.

“okay.”

and he sighs in utter relief and it’s overwhelming what he feels for you

he walks over and kisses you fiercely and you pause for a moment before returning the gesture

but the dominance dies down, leaving a gentle, loving kiss, making your head dizzy

and finally, Jake says with as much certainty as you have ever heard, “Te quiero. I love you, mi amor.”

and whilst you know it’ll take a while, your willing to wait.

for them, you would wait an eternity

because they are your eternity.

cliché little ending to make up for the angst of p1 hehe. hope you enjoyed :)

[cryptonite-exe]

off-season | crypto

𓆩♡𓆪 pairing ; crypto x gn! reader

𓆩♡𓆪 synopsis ; what's better than the first few days of the off-season with your beloved

𓆩♡𓆪 genre ; fluff, some making out here and there but nothing too spicy (i got too carried away woops) TOUCH STARVED CRYPTO

𓆩♡𓆪 a/n ; this is literally just me projecting my hyper fixation on crypto send help <3

𓆩♡𓆪 word count ; 3k (semi proofread)

day 1

it was past midnight already, yet you were still up. you were unable to fall asleep for some reason, was it because you were sitting?

puzzled, you tried shifting to try a different position. despite your numerous attempts, nothing seemed to work. you settled on the fact that perhaps sleeping on a train wasn't the most comfortable. even though the labor of packing things up the entire day was catching up to you, you tried to brush the sleepiness away. after a few years of being together, you and tae joon established a routine when the season was over.

you two always traveled during the early hours, the thought of being with you alone while going home eased tae joon's mind rather than the opposite. he kept you close at all times. contrary to popular belief, he loved being in close proximity to you. he said it was because he liked knowing you're somewhere he can reach, but sometimes he used that as an excuse to just be near your touch. he'll never admit it though.

your eyes tried adjusting to the blinding lights the train had but it seems like closing your eyes wasn't enough to shut it out. your mouth spills a small groan, desperate for the slightest comfort you could get. you were about to move again but you felt something touch your head. before you could open an eye to take a glance, you heard tae joon's voice to your ear. "here, just lie down," he said, handing you- what you assumed was one of his jackets. he swiftly places a kiss on your temple before helping your arms into the jacket sleeves.

once you had his jacket on, he quickly puts the hood up, covering your eyes. and before you could say a thing, you felt his soft lips pressed onto yours. your face held by calloused yet gentle hands, hands that held you like you were glass. you could feel the curve of his smile when he kissed you. what he didn't expect however, was you sliding the tip of your tongue across his lips. a sound of surprise escapes his lips, somewhere along the lines of a yelp and a squeal.

the surprise of your sudden move on him made him retrieve his hands in a panic. he leans forward as you tilt your head, allowing yourself to maneuver better. your tongue softly touches his, gentle touches are exchanged as both of you savor this moment. you still have a few tricks up your sleeve. you chuckle menacingly in your mind as you swirl your tongue, earning a whimper from tae joon.

you pull away after, both of you panting amidst the silence. "and here i thought you had it in you" you chuckle, wiping the saliva off the side of his lips. now that you've found satisfication in his flustered state, you finally lay on his lap. letting the fatigue take over, you could feel yourself entering slumber.

"잘 자, 내 사랑"

day 2

rays of sunshine peek through the white curtains, letting it's presence be known to your sleeping figure and slowly waking you from your slumber. now that you were regaining consciousness, you blinked your eyes open, taking in the harsh morning light that greets you. you stretch your arms, groaning at the relief your muscles felt. as you were stretching your body, you felt the grip on your waist- that was apparently there, tighten.

you look down as tae joon hugs you closer to him, nuzzling his head against your chest like a pillow. his facial expressions rests in content. you sheepishly smile at him. you found his habit of having to hug something while he sleeps so adorable. you bring your hands to his head, gently ruffling his hair to wake him up. "hun," you hum to him, brushing away the locks of hair that covered his face.

he slowly wakes, fluttering his eyes open. "more time, please" he murmurs. you let out a sigh. knowing how much this guy sleeps when you're with him, you needed to find another way of waking that grizzly bear up. testing the waters a bit, you try wriggling out of his very tight hold of you. as cute as the idea of having him in your arms for longer was, you still had many things to do. you just arrived home after a whole season and your apartment was a dusty mess. his arms did not budge one bit, all that hacking and fighting in the games is not for naught. "stay with me. please?" he looks up to you with hazy pleading eyes.

lord have mercy

can you really say no to him though? his voice was deeper than usual which is evidence of a good night's rest. his hair tussled by you and clothes crinkled from all the cuddling. you really can't resist him. you laugh and just hug him back, he won. "i'd love to." you say as you cup his face and kiss his cheek.

an hour later full of sweet nothings exchanged passes but you two were so entangled in each other that you barely noticed time moving. various professions of love said to one another with hands that couldn't stop touching the other. for some reason, everything with him felt comfortable. every conversation, every touch, and every moment never felt better when it's with him.

for tae joon, you were the world to him. you were someone who he could be his truest self with. a person he could let his guard down because he knew you'd protect him. sometimes the lines between all his personas blurred. there were times he didn't even know who he was. but you were there, the person who knew him best. he was tired from running away from his identity for years. others only see him as a cold-hearted shut-in hacker, but what they don't see are the nights you'd hold him together as he breaks down, struggling to know who he really is.

and so, you both lay together. a peaceful few minutes before his and your stomach decided to let it's hunger be known. the content silence soon interrupted by fits of laughter from you two. "go make something, i'm dying here" you playfully try kicking him off the bed. "i see you want the kitchen burned down." he jokes. "if it means having food, just burn down the apartment," you reply.

tae joon got up and put his slippers on. he then proceeded to the kitchen where you heard the cupboards and fridge open and close. "whatcha making, hun?" you shout from the bedroom loud enough for him to hear. "pancakes, is that alright with you, 여보?" he yells back. you knew enough korean from him to translate the pet names he endearingly calls you. the times he did try calling you a pet name in english, he blushed so hard he looked like he was gonna explode.

you stared at the ceiling for some more time as the sounds of metal clanking and shouts of "oh shit" grew increasingly frequent. you got up and head out the bedroom onto the kitchen to see tae joon measuring the milk, almost spilling the cup. he must've felt your footsteps approaching because he set down the cup and took a deep breath. you say nothing and just hug him from behind. your arms around his stomach and your head rested on his back. "i'm trying my best" he nervously laughs. years of being on the run never gave him the time to learn how to cook for himself, but now he could. smooth isn't exactly the best word to describe his culinary journey, but progress was there.

"i know, you're doing great." you say back. those words were enough to ease him. his shoulders relaxed as a breath escapes his lips. your hands roam under his shirt as you murmur tips to help him. it wasn't long until he made some decent batter. your only help was that it was at least edible. as he waits for the pancakes in the pan to start bubbling, he turns around to you.

nothing was said just- silence. comfortable silence. being in each other's embrace was all you both needed. he relished being in your arms to even just close his eyes and gather his thoughts for a second. your fingers tread lightly on his face, gently cupping his cheeks your fingers nearly jolt at how cold the metal implants were. but you still kept your fingers there. your thumbs caress the skin above his facial tech, pondering on the difference in temperature.

"is it weird?" tae joon asks.

"hm? what is?" you reply. looking up from the black metal and into his eyes. "this thing.. on my face." he's quick to look away, embarrassed to ask you such a question. but he doesn't shy away from your touch. you took a minute too long to find the right words. and by then, insecurity was already eating tae joon up.

"forget it. it's a stupid question." he feels stupid. he attempts to turn around but you strongly keep his face still. words fly out of your mouth without second thought. "i think- i think it's beautiful." you state. his eyes widen and his lips part, you hear a small gasp.

"i don't care if you think it's weird but i just, i think you're so beautiful." you say rapidly. as speechless as he was, he couldn't look away from you. his eyes doe and cheeks slightly flushed. god was he melting in your hands. "and believe me, please. do you really think i'd find any part of the person i love, weird?"

tae joon is not a man of words, combined with him being at a loss for words he just can't say anything. and you knew that. most of the time it was you talking and chatting about anything and everything and the replies you got were short but enough to express his intent. for him, it was more comfortable showing his response through actions.

a pair of lips soothingly collide with yours. he leans in and tilts his head. you both share and tender kiss as if your lips were molded for each other. his grip on your waist grows firmer as small sounds akin to a sigh escapes his throat.

"mm, babe- the pancakes-" you mumble in between the kiss. his eyes go wide once more before rapidly looking back to see an overly cooked pancake whose bubbles are enough to make a person with trypophobia pass out.

so much for breakfast.

day 3

there is echoing of clacking from the familiar pair of boots you know tae joon loves. as you tidy your shirt, dusting off the bits of grime, he paces around the apartment almost franticly. from the reflection in the mirror, you could see he was double checking every alarm and sensor he'd put up. occasionally, the sound of rapid keyboard typing starts and ends, meaning he's really making sure this flat stays hidden and safe while you're both out.

"you can stay here, y'know." you finish tidying the clothes you were wearing and walk over to his desk filled with monitors emitting bright lights that were enough to resemble the pearly gates of heaven. "i can't let you get my cereal wrong again," he replies nonchalantly, spinning his chair to you after exiting one of the programs he used to code (that you don't bother to memorize)

"it was just two times! i didn't know your brand of cereal had 10 different types!" you mockingly raise your hands in defense. for someone who wasn't picky with food is somehow picky with cereal? you discard that thought as it was no use stressing over. you combed his hair back until you were satisfied at how much worse you made it. quietly laughing, you scurry away to the front door before he could realize.

"aish- 말 그대로 방금 고쳤습니다!" he yells.

after putting on your shoes, you wait for him outside while holding your bag close to you. it wasn't long until he joins you outside, this time with a cap and sunglasses on. nothing about it was strange it was just for his identity, that's all. this time it was his turn to ruffle your hair and speed walking away before he got an earful.

the walk to the grocery was short, especially since he made sure to pick a perfect apartment where everything you both needed was accessible within walking distance. he tilted his head downwards, making sure his face wasn't that visible. he reached out for your hand and without a question, you gave it to him. he intertwines his own with yours and gently pulls you closer so he can put both hands in his jacket pocket. you couldn't help but smile a bit.

you both walked down the shadows of the street to avoid the sun. you chatted away about whatever topics you could think of. at times, you'd both spot a new restaurant or café that opened up and take note to visit it soon.

he caressed your knuckles with his thumb, occasionally drawing circles. it wasn't long until your walk ended, the automatic doors greeting you. he followed you like a stray puppy because he'd never been to the grocery store in the entire time you'd both lived in this area. "baby, can you get a shopping cart? i'll check out the fruits first." you point at the area that had the carts and baskets. "hm." he obliged.

while you were checking which bananas were ripe enough but not unconsumable unready to get, he stopped beside you with a cart. he takes the fruits off your hand and neatly arranges them on the cart. you both stroll down the aisles, taking your time scanning any product you might need or want to try out. he also asks you for your bag, slinging it onto his shoulder to carry it for you. you wanted to tell him to just put it in the cart, but he looked content with having it on him. he sometimes picks up something that piqued his interest. he continues pushing the cart while you walk in front.

and alas, the cereal section.

you let tae joon do his thing and read every similar-looking box of that stupid brand and get his favorite one. he spends minutes reading the nutrition facts and values of every type before turning to you with one. "see the one you got had oats, and i hate oats." he says, showing the 'one that was right'. "well, sue me it doesn't even have oats in the picture!" you exclaim, putting one hand on your hip as he walks to put the box in the cart. you a bit annoyed, almost gave into the temptation of hitting him with the cart.

the security man must be having the time of their life watching a couple argue about cereal. you just roll your eyes and walk further down the aisle. he made sure to load up on soft drinks and whatever energy drink that now runs in his blood, sounding like a certain adrenaline junkie. he stops at one part of the chips section and grabs almost 10 bags of something. "woah, what's that for?" you ask. he looks back at you equally as confused. "don't you like these? you told me you like this." he informs you. as you recollect your memory of when you said that, he was already loading them in when you remembered.

it was one of the first nights you both officially started dating, and you were over at his place to lounge around. you were both watching a popular show at the moment, hands interlocked but still respecting his personal space. he hadn't had guests in a while, and so he offered what he had left, chips. coincidentally, It happened to be the brand you had been craving for a few days. "oh thanks! i really like these" you said, happily accepting the bag of chips.

you pout at how sweet the gesture was to you. you kiss his cheek and now he's even more confused. "thank you, 내 사랑." you smile at him. tae joon could swear he almost collapsed. you continued peeking at the shelves ahead, he clutched his heart as it felt like jumping out soon. he hadn't known that you, speaking his native language, could weaken him so much. he shakes his head, hoping it will stop his face from reddening further.

you grin as you finally get to use your korean learning to your advantage. you managed to learn a few words here and there, taking notes mentally whenever you heard tae joon curse when he got the coding wrong. in a matter of time, you were able to understand some phrases. and after that, you learned that tae joon likes saying anything romantic in korean, thinking you wouldn't understand anything.

you both forget the arguing that just happened 10 minutes ago, feeling so sheepishly in love with each other. you wait up for him as you near the checkout counter. he preferred the self-checkout so he could have more privacy. he tells you to just sit down since he'll do the work. and you did, from time to time, you would tell him to separate those foods in a different bag. he'd do it while looking ever so focused on scanning and bagging.

you both finish up and exit the store nearing lunch time, arms coiled around each other with bags on the other. you rest your head on his shoulder, pleased at how the day has gone so far. he sneaks a forehead kiss in before he leans his head on yours.

he's not at all superstitious, but he's thankful that fate led him to someone who loves him like you do.

© this work is by cryptonite-exe, please do not copy and post on any other platform.

[f1-disaster-bi]

I love when you open asks. So...for a mini fic. How about werewolf!Seb meets Vampire!Kimi?

And I love getting your asks. My ask box is always open for your ideas 🥹❤️

Kim should have known better than to assume his day was going to be peaceful. Anytime he made that assumption, something always went wrong.

The last time it was Fernando showing up in his home at 4am because "I wanted to say hi" before a group of hunters had attacked his home and the Spanish vampire had just shrugged like "woops?".

It had taken weeks for Kimi to get the blood out of his carpets, and even then he had ended up moving. So he really shouldn't have expected his exploration of the woods behind his home to be simple.

Especially when he could smell wolves in the area.

Still, whatever he had been expecting, it was to find a handsome, naked young man with his foot caught in a bear trap shivering in the middle of the woods.

"Of course a bloodsucker would find me", the wolf huffed, growling as Kimi took step closer, "I might be trapped but I'll still bite you"

"Calm puppy", Kimi rolled his eyes, hiding a smirk as the wolf glared at him, "I smell silver"

"No shit, Dracula, do you want a prize?", they snarled, moving uneasily as Kimi got closer and jostling his leg, leaving him whimpering.

Kimi ignored the growls, coming closer as the young wolf winced in pain. There was fear flashing in blue eyes and Kimi could hear his heart rate spiking, he could smell the fear mixing with the blood and silver. He knew what the young wolf expected, but Kimi didn't make a habit of killing wolves.

Instead, he carefully wrapped his hands around the trap and pried it open. The young wolf let out a mangled scream, and fresh blood spilled from the wounds.

"Here, drink, it will heal you", Kimi stated softly, bringing his wrist to his mouth and biting it.

The wolf stared at him with distrust on his pale face, sweat beading at his hair line but as a fresh wave of pain hit him, he took Kimi's wrist in shaking hands and drank.

It only took a few moments for Kimi's blood to chase the silver out of his system and for the wounds to knit back together.

The wolf let go of his wrist, shoulders finally relaxing before he glanced up at Kimi. His youthful face was smeared with blood and dirt and sweat but the smile that appeared made Kimi believe his heart would skip a beat if it was still beating.

"My name is Sebastian. Sorry for threatening to bite you"

[spiriteddreams]

prompt: “shooting star” w/ diluc <3 this is part of my good luck event, the masterlist can be found here! a/n: feeling cheesy and in love with harbingers as i write for diluc woops

There are certain nights when the Darknight Hero will take a break from roaming the streets of Mondstadt. He decides that the Knights of Favonius, while inefficient, can handle the night. After all, the threat of Stormterror and the Fatui has long since passed. Between bartending at the Angel’s Share, handling business back at the winery, and his acts as a vigilante, he’s never really had time to take a step back. There’s always something that needs to be done.

“One night won’t hurt.” You hum, back resting against the plush cushions of the couch as you sit across from him, a half-played chessboard between the two of you. He’s winning, of course, carefully planned out moves slowly knocking away at your pieces. 

“Anything could happen.” He doesn’t look up at you, red eyes focused on the board. Gloved fingers move swiftly, his rook taking your knight. A smug look crosses his features as he sits back, waiting for your next move.

You roll your eyes, you’d given up on winning the game long ago, but he didn’t need to know that. “I’m sure I can convince Jean to increase patrol for one night.” Diluc doesn’t say anything to that, a sign of his silent agreement.

And that’s how you snag a moment of his time, tugging him to the tip of Starsnatch Cliff that overlooks the ocean. You sit together on a blanket, sharing a bottle of grape juice for two and food in the picnic basket that Adelinde had prepared just hours earlier. She had ushered the two of you out of the manor with teasing words, repeatedly reminding the wine owner that his home would still be there in the short time that the two of you would be gone. Diluc hadn’t even bothered to put up a fight, eager to escape from his hectic life to spend the rest of the night with you. He lets you tug on his hand to walk faster, pointing out the cecilia flowers growing in patches the closer and closer you get to the top, until you stand still, your fingers interlaced with his as you take in the view. The neverending ocean spreads out before you, dark glittering blue stretching towards the horizon as the moon’s reflection stares back up at you. The stars wink at you from above, the few patches of clouds already drifting away to allow you to gaze. 

Diluc lets you do the talking, filling the silence with mindless chatter as you ask him about the wine industry and the trips that he’ll be taking to neighboring nations for business. He doesn’t mind spilling the gossip he’s heard from abroad, recalling every story he’s heard as he begins to talk more and more about the people he’s met outside of Mondstadt. 

“One day you’ll have to take me to— oh! Look!” Your words are cut off as silver streaks across the sky. Immediately you’re reaching to grasp Diluc’s hand, pulling yourself closer to him as you point up at the sky, a shooting star flying past. He looks over at you, your eyes bright and swimming with light as your lips curl in awe. 

“Make a wish!” You say giddily and Diluc smiles gently. How long has it been since he’s indulged in a childish fantasy like this? A small voice in the back of his mind whispers that he hasn’t done that since before his father’s death. He swallows thickly at the thought and clears his throat, stealing another glance over at you, only to find that your eyes are closed. There’s a smile on your face, one that hides secrets, the ones that you tease him about because they’re the same secrets that you keep to yourself whenever you have something planned for him. It’s the same smile that you reserve for when he comes home late at night, tired from work, only to find that you’re half awake, waiting for him on the couch curled up by the fire. The same smile that you give him when you whisper how much you love him. Before you can open your eyes, Diluc does the same, allowing himself to indulge for just a moment, offering a wish to the star, to the Archons, to anyone who will listen.

If he can spend more time like this, he’ll do whatever it takes. Because the happiness and comfort that you’ve brought him since stumbling into his life, is something he hopes to hold onto forever.

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! <3

[queerquintessence]

heyo

so i recently have been obsessed with the idea of the voltron paladins living in the same house together sooo

i may or may not have spent the last like 3 hours working on headcannons

the characters in the house are keith, lance, hunk, pidge, and allura

(since they’re all relatively similar in age)

so sadly no shiro or coran but

anyway

yeah here they are

(once again a bit unorganized but it’s whatev)

• first off allura and lance are both housewifes

• and neither of them take any shit from the others

• allura: keith, could you pick your feet up? i’m trying to vacuum down here

• keith, sitting on the couch: couldn’t you just do it later

• allura:

• allura: move your feet or i’m telling lonce you have a crush on him

• hunk does the dishes most of the time because he’s mainly the one who cooks their food

• but they also alternate on a schedule

• lance, sighing dramatically: i do everything around here! keith, when was the last time you washed the dishes?

• keith: i literally washed them last night

• lance: well you missed a plate so it doesn’t count

• keith takes out the trash a lot except he doesn’t wear shoes so his feet are always dirty

• lance yells at him for it

• whenever lance takes out the trash he puts on whoever’s shoes are closest

• pidge: lance are those my shoes?

• lance, tiptoeing in sneakers that are 3 sizes too small: maybe

• the couch that they own is too small to fit everyone

• they either argue for 10 minutes over who gets to sit where or they just pile on top of each other

• pidge usually lays on top of someone’s lap when it gets crowded

• she can just flop on top of someone and they’ll just let her- no words spoken

• keith sits on the armrests and everyone gives him shit for it

• lance: aren’t you uncomfortable?

• keith: i like sitting here

• lance: alright edgelord

• lance lays with his legs sprawled on top of the couch

• sometimes pidge will lay on lance who will have his legs on keith

• hunk is fine with sitting on the floor but even he’ll start arguing over the good spot on the couch

• hunk: lance, buddy, you sat there last time- why not give someone else a turn?

• lance: hunk when was the last time you did your own laundry? huh. that’s what i thought

• dinners pretty chaotic

• that’s usually when they have their debates

• lance, pounding his fist on the table: mac and cheese is to be eaten with a fork and that’s that

• pidge: why the hell would you use a fork? spoons are just fine in my opinion

• keith, silently munching on his food knowing he eats it with a knife:

• pidge: alright, we need to acknowledge the elephant in the room

• everyone:

• pidge:

• pidge: keith, you gotta stop putting corn syrup on your peanut butter sandwiches it’s fucking weird

• allura: everyone in favor of limiting lance’s shakira privileges say I

• keith, pidge, and hunk: I

• lance, who’s totally offended: wh

• luckily, they all have their own rooms

• except the walls are super thin

• lance scream singing beyoncé: GOT ME LOOKING SO CRAZY RIGHT NOW YOUR LOVES GOT ME LOOKING SO CRAZY RIGHT NOW

• keith: why has god forsaken me

• even when they try to play music relatively quiet it can still faintly be heard

• muffled music from keith’s room: when i was, a young boy

• pidge: HA fucking EMO

• they all have Alexa’s in their rooms

• and pidge has access to all of them on her laptop

• pidge: psst- hey lance, watch this

• pidge: *fast typing on laptop*

• blasting from keith’s room: COUNTRYYY ROAAADS TAKE ME HOOOOME

• muffled keith screaming: pIDGE I SWEAR TO GOD

• in the morning during breakfast

• allura: why has lonce not come out of his room yet?

• pidge: hang on, i’ll wake him up

• lance’s alexa in the distance: I’M A GOOFY GOOBER YEAH YOU’RE A GOOFY GOOBER YEAH

• lance’s startled scream is then followed by a loud thud

• once a week they have a movie night

• keith: lance i am not watching a cheesy romcom for the 2nd week in a row

• lance: i have to listen to ‘welcome to the black parade’ eighteen times a day sit the fuck down

• keith, crossed arm for the duration of movie night: this love story is completely unrealistic

• everybody shushes him on cue

• they also have monthly sleepovers in the living room where they giggle like middle schoolers

• keith knocks over an entire bowl of popcorn

• allura discovers the concept of a pillow fight and effortlessly knocks everybody to the ground

• lance flops on the air mattress and launches pidge across the room

• while everyone is trying to sleep

• lance: guys guys i’m gonna say something

• lance:

• lance: mayonnaise

• everybody loses their shit laughing because it’s 2 in the morning and they’re sleep deprived

• the bathroom sink is a mess

• their toothbrushes are color coordinated

• since they have to fit so much shit on the sink they have specific spots where they put their stuff

• pidge: hunk, your toothbrush is in my spot

• hunk: what? no- this corner of the sink is mine

• the debate results in all of them crowded in the bathroom arguing for 10 minutes

• keith: i don’t even remember having a designated spot on the sink

• allura: we need a toothbrush holder

• sometimes they do their nightly routines together

• which is also chaotic

• lance is applying a face mask, which drips onto pidge’s arm

• pidge then jerks her arm away- hitting keith’s toothbrush

• it then catapults off the counter and sticks to the wall

• keith: i left the room for one second what the hell did you do

• i’ve seen this headcannon somewhere before and i love it so i’m elaborating

• whenever keith is tired he’s giddy and hyper and loopy

• keith after not having a good nights sleep for 3 weeks, getting a running start and flipping onto the couch: a woop

• pidge: what in fucks name are you doing

• lance is the same exact way when he’s tired so they act like complete and utter idiots

• keith: lance, hey lance guess what

• lance: what

• keith:

• lance:

• they both burst out laughing

• lance: keith, omg you know what- keith rhymes with teeth

• keith:

• keith: holy shit

• eventually they both burn out and are just exhausted

• lance with his face planted in the carpet: uuuggghghggg

• allura: you finally done?

• lance: *angry muffled grumbling*

• pidge tends to fall asleep anywhere in the house

• usually with her computer on her lap or nearby

• she’s usually discovered the next morning

• hunk walking into the kitchen, sleepily rubbing his eyes: kinda want some orange juice

• pidge is just asleep on top of the fridge

• everyone else eating breakfast at the table

• keith: has anyone seen pidge?

• soft snoring is heard from under the table

• keith: ah

• they just put up with each other’s bullshit all day everyday and i love it

• lance, slamming his bedroom door open: everyone in my room i had a nightmare and need affection

• everyone emerges from their rooms grumbling and all file into lance room with their pillows and stuffed animals

• pidge trying to keep the remote away from lance: go long, hunk!

• keith appearing in the doorway and getting hit straight in the forehead with a remote: fUCK

• lance: are those my socks?

• keith: huh? oh, i dunno they were in my laundry pile

• lance: no those are totally my socks give them back right now

• when they all moved in together it was before keith and lance started dating so obviously there was shipping

• pidge, bursting into hunk’s room: i have klance tea

• hunk: spill

• lance: wh- keith and i are NOT dating

• pidge: you guys literally live together!

• lance: WE ALL LIVE TOGETHER

• allura, to hunk during dinner: i don’t know about you, but it seems to me like keith has a thing for lance

• keith: princess you’re not even whispering we can all hear you

• keith and lance secretly holding hands under the dinner table while lance is telling a story

• lance, being dramatic and expressive, lifts his hands in the air to accidentally reveal that his hand is intertwined with keith’s and its immediate chaos

• keith letting go immediately: wH HUH HOW DID THAT GET THERE

• pidge: I FUCKING TOLD YOU

anywayyy that’s all

i literally love this so much so don’t be surprised if i come up with some more later

yeah

bye

[shoot-the-oneshot]

Bartender turned babysitter

Requested by @joannatsakou98

Hey, I was hoping if you could write an imagine with Rio were the reader is asked to keep the three girls in the house (reason unknown) but they actually end up getting along so at first it's a bit of a cold atmosphere but Rio ends up finding them drinking tequila together, laughing, having fun all the girls together and has to carry his girl home, I just wanna see some girl love. Thank you so much

Rio x Reader

“Y/n, your man is here!”

Kelly your coworker yelled. You barley heard her over the ice you were pouring into the machine and the loud music. You didn’t remember him telling you he was stoping by, must be important. Not bothering to hide the smile crawling on your face as you made your way behind the bar. Spinning the towel previously hung over your shoulder.

“Is this the part where I wipe down the bar and you spill your life story?” Playfully running the towel over the wooden bar top. Eying Rio, dressed in his normal blacked out attire, his two goons as you called them waiting by the door. “You already know everything mamas,” he winked, leaning in closer to you. It’s not uncommon for him to visit you at work, it is where you met after all. But you could tell by the tension in his shoulders that this wasn’t one of those times.

“What are you doing here Rio?” - “and don’t say to see me because I know it’s not.”

You said, cutting in when he opened his mouth, no doubt to defend himself. “I need a favor.” Of course he did. He tried to keep you out of that part of his life, but being apart of the very few people he trust you got dragged in for more sensitive matters.

“I need someone to watch the housewives while I handle something.” He pleads, you’ve only met them once and it wasn’t a situation you wanted to ran back into. And judging by the begging look in his eyes he knew that fact. He’s lucky he’s cute, you thought to yourself, and nodded your head.

“I don’t suppose I get anymore details?”

“Just that everyone has to stay inside until I pick you up.

Which is how you ended up in the suburbs standing next to Rios G wagon. You felt like a child being dropped off at a slumber party. Dragging out his name as you turned back to the window whining. He stayed in the car knowing if you got your hands on him you’d convince him to take you home, he never could say no to you. “It’s only for a few hours Y/n” he started, leaning out the window to brush your lips together, “I’ll make it worth your while.” You didn’t know if it was his words or tone that sent shivers down your back, regardless you hated the knew the power he had over you. Huffing as you spun around to face the house shouting over your shoulder. “I hate you!” Rolling your eyes as you heard his laughter. “I love you too mamas!” The women must’ve been watching through the door because they were huddled around it when you knocked.

“Hey.”

“Hi!” Annie squeaked, winching when she got hit by Ruby. Stepping aside Beth you could tell they didn’t know what to think of you. They’ve only seen you once at a cash pick up while you waited by the car. So their weariness wasn’t unwarranted. Looking towards Beth as she cleared her throat the other two close behind her. “Um, I’m Beth, this is Annie and Ruby.” The mentioned giving a small wave to accompany their name. “I know.” You smirked, this must be what Rio feels, you’d only bask in it for a few more seconds. Your heels clicking against the floors echoes through the silent house as you moved to sit on the couch. Dispersing themselves around the living room. Annie sitting as far away as she could on the other end of the couch. “I’m Y/n,”

After a good hour of complete silence, Annie got up to the kitchen, your eyes following her as she tried to make a drink. You couldn’t help but cringe when she filled a cup to the top with ice and then pulled out whiskey.

“No, stop!” The girls freezing as you yelled and suddenly stood. Annie going pale as you got closer and took the cup. “I couldn’t watch you butcher that fine whiskey.” Duping the ice until only two cubes were left, you noticed Beth and Ruby crowding by the entryway while you poured the whiskey and handed it back to Annie who was still unmoving. “You only put two cubes for whiskey so it doesn’t water it down.” Turning back to raid the liquor cabinet you miss the wide eyed looks the women send to each other. “Do you want a drink?”

Grabbing three more glasses out of the cabinet and making a makeshift shaker. Passing the finished drinks out. “Not bad right?” Smiling as their eyes widen with the first sip. “Gang girl got skills!” Annie woopped, as you laughed at the nickname. “Gang girl?” You questioned, “well, you’re the only girl I’ve seen in the gang so.” She shrugged, “I’m not apart of the gang.” The girls following you back to the living room drinks in hand. Annie sitting much closer now, you knew alcohol would open them up.

“Then who are you?” Ruby asked.

“I’m Y/n,” their shoulders dropping at the vague response, “I’m Rios girlfriend.”

“Huh?” “Rio has a girlfriend!” “I thought you were an assassin!” Were the mixed yells you got, everyone turned to Annie. “What she definitely looked like one! I thought he brought her here to offing us!” She defended, causing us all the fall into laughter. “Well assassin or not the girl can mix a drink.” Meeting Ruby to clink your glasses. “Thanks Ruby.”

At some point during the night the bachelorette turned on which resulted in all four of you squished on the couch, empty glasses surrounding the room. You were sure the entire neighborhood could hear the screams you all were giving out at the tv. Letting out simultaneous groans as roses were giving out. Annie even throwing a handful of popcorn, getting scolded by Beth. It was so loud none of you noticed the man standing behind the couch. “He’s a jerk why would she pick him!” You yelped, the girls all falling over each other into the floor when another voice sounded behind you.

“I thought you liked bad boys?” Rio smirked, his hands clasped together. Your drunken state made you giggle and start singing. “Bad boys bad boys, whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do when they come for you!” The girls singing along once they caught on, Rio just watching in confusion.

“But you come for me every night don’t you bad boy!” You winked, the older two women looking disgusted at your dirty joke while Annie high fived you. Rio just shakes his head walking over to haul you up over his shoulder. “Time to go mamas.” Waving to your new friends as he walks you both out of the house. “You looked like you had fun.” He said, dropping you into the passenger seat as gently as he could. Quickly nodding your head, volunteering yourself to babysit them anytime he needs as if they were actually kids. All the ways your new friendship could cause him trouble flying through his head as he walked around to his side. “How’s Chinese sound for dinner?” His question going unanswered. Looking over to see fast asleep. Sighing to himself, “Yeah, definitely trouble.”