#dat rack

[shinyrealm]

#gorgeous #influencer #mika lafuente #dat rack #hot bum #bikini #hot celebs #thicc ass

[evilhorse]

Uh-oh.

(Justice League America #26)

#justice league america #jla #Batman #Bruce Wayne #the huntress #huntress #helena bertinelli #father daughter relationship #not really #uh oh #dat rack #keith giffen #jm dematteis #ty templeton #dc comics #comics #80s comics

[sultryrealm]

Micaela Lafuente

#gorgeous #influencer #hot bikini #bikini model #stunning #hot celebs #micaela lafuente #fashion model #thicc babe #thicc ass #amazing rack #dat rack #bubblebutlover

[sleephearts]

okiee short-term goals include 1) clearing me inbox owo + 2) changing theme back 2 spring bc its march !!! 3) opening my drafts and writing just one singular word. dat would b gud j anything 2 get me back in2 it ;w; lets aim 4 completion by mid march aka spring bweak !!

#ive a quiz due tmrw + midterm tues + quiz thurs + start mentoring 4 a grp project + will b cleaning moar databut its FINE i will scrape byyy #tbh being busy is good :0 i feel more Human #its j dat cooking meals is non-optimal in these situations n my credit bill racks uposidfkd #㊡ — pers

[austinsastrology8991]

> SUN IN THA HOUSE < and whY yoU Be like dat

Sun is our focal point, its our brightest star > you force others to look at you and look at themselves by your star quality <

Sun in the First - Everyone knows them, and they make it a fact that if you don't see them then your the one who is blind. They have a confident swagger, but arrogance to them that begs for the attention of all around them, and everyone is locked in on how or why they have such a powerful presence. Their smiles are contagious too. Also somehow always in the perfect place to say some funny ass shit and keep their style points that they been racking up over the years "You know. You all know exactly who I am. Say my name" - W.W 'breaking bad'

Sun in the Second - Did I stutter? Im talking about what I need not what I want. These guys are possessed by themselves and everyone loves it. So focused so self contained, they don't want nothing to do with you if you can't help them achieve their goals, and that attitude is sticky and everyone wanna be glued to em because they are destined for success. So they are constantly deciding who they want to share their gifts with, because they know they got it, what you got? "Money, money, money, money, money ain't the motive, What's your name again? Nobody knows it, Don't speak to me n***a, you not important, Im focused" - Tyler, the creator 'smuckers'

Sun in the Third - The whizz kid who didn't study, but stole the test papers and told everyone the wrong answers and kept all the right ones to himself. They are smart and they dont need you to tell them this they just want some more god damn answers. And thats what frustrates everyone, because they know so much already, why they still searching? Well thats how they got so smart dummy "That's why they put my lyrics up under this microscope Searching with a fine tooth comb, it's like this rope Waiting to choke, tightening around my throat Watching me while I write this, like, "I don't like this note" - Eminem 'white america'

Sun in the Fourth - The sentimental cry baby that everyone loves to cuddle. Emotional but people find it adorable. They are the rock you can cry on if you want a rock to cry on. Nah but if you need a safe place to cry, you can cry to them, they'll protect you from the harsh waves of others emotional projections, because they get it, even when everyone else refuses to. But don't use em because that'll force them to block you out, and this decision will cause a emotional rollercoaster for the both of you and they'll blame you for it even if it was their decision "And I am done changing words, Just so my songs sound prettier, I just don't care if it hurts, 'Cause it hurts me too" - Faye Webster 'hurts me too'

Sun in the Fifth - The walking confetti explosion, always turnt up and if you trynna lower the volume then they'll oblige ya just so when the volume inevitably goes up again, they'll make it a point that its always more fun with the party up then down. Charming chameleons that are cheesin about the colours they managed to pull off. Watch em dance, watch em sing, watch em do a funny, they can do it all and laugh while doing it, the vibe is them and they are so good at inviting people in on the little big party they got going on "Man I just wanna go flex, Gold on my teeth and on my neck, And I'm stone cold with the flex, With my squad and I'm smokin' up a check" - Post Malone 'go flex'

Sun in the Sixth - Typeracer.com - nah but seriously they always working on themselves and comparing themselves just to make sure their progress is more than what they expected and way more than what others expected of them. Because they here for a reason, and they will never let a opportunity slip, because if they do, they'll stay awake over it for years, and they done wasting their good years. Basically Peggy Olsen "And when your album sales wasn't doing too good, Who's the Doctor they told you to go see? Y'all better listen up closely, All you n***s that said that I turned pop, Or The Firm flopped. Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been getting no sleep" - Dr Dre 'forgot about dre'

Sun in the Seventh - I gotchu what you need? true homies always putting others before them, and i know this gets a bad rap these days but if you ever get one of these friends. Do yourself a favour and stop telling them to stand up for themselves, because they still standing with the weight of everyone else on they shoulders. This way they show others the power of communication. And they still sticking it to everyone who tell em otherwise, so please tell me how they not standing up for themselves? They the loyalist, you got no idea how many people rely on em and thats their pride "Every step I take, every move I make (ohh, I'll miss you), Every single day, every time I pray, I'll be missing you (yeah, yeah, yeah), Thinkin' of the day, when you went away, What a life to take, what a bond to break, I'll be missing you" - Diddy 'missing you'

Sun in the Eighth - Who went to hell and back? Well they went to a version of it. And they are done hearing whatever you done, because what they did beats your hell tenfold. They don't even wanna put you in your place because they don't wanna hear your attempts to disapprove of them because they've overcome more than some bullshit shit talking. Just put some respect on their name thats all they want. And if not it's easy pickens because think they worse than you, and if you done worse, they don't mind going badder, so be careful, they'll do it. They careful about not being careful so be careful "No I don't worry, I tell you, I'm a man who believes that I died twenty years ago, And I live like a man who is dead already, I have no fear whatsoever of anybody or anything" - Skepta 'no security'

Sun in the Ninth - I WOKE UP IN NEW BUGgATTI is how they live their lives, except miss the bugatti but keep the caps lock on. They live by a set of moral philosophies to help them get by and to find excitement/ enjoyment outta life, because they refuse to be a follower, they've seen how sad everyone else is and they just trynna make sure it don't work out that way for them. Educated idiots; making up the rules as they learn the rules to live by their own rules. They lead their own life and it rubs off on everyone on how you should live your own life > teetering the edge of danger and fortune. Also someone who'll give it to you the realest despite being the biggest clown "Black kid get shot, white man get tazed, Media spread lies, politicians get paid, Doctors wanna drug you up so you can reach an early grave, Prisons wanna lock you up so they can fill up every cage Make fifty cents an hour, they gon' work you like a slave, Government gon' play dumb but they know everythin' " - Meechy Darko 'kill us all'

Sun in the Tenth - "Who speaking about me? oh. he ain't shit" - they acting better than everyone, and its fake until it isnt. No one knows when they made it because they always acted like they did. They dont brag they let the audience speak their volumes, hum their symphonies, play their drums, tickle their balls, and they just the orchestrator of it all. Because they doin the most, and they know everyone gonna talk about it so no need to even speak on it. Classy about it too. They on the top and they don't wanna leave so they acting humble but everyone know they really feelin themselves, but hey who wouldn't "I might be too strung out on compliments, Overdosed on confidence, Started not to give a fuck and stopped fearing the consequence, Drinkin' every night because we drink to my accomplishments" - Drake 'headlights'

Sun in the Eleventh - Trend setters who leave their shit stains on every social setting they enter. They got this influence about them thats hard not to notice, because they have at least three people fawning over em, and they not doing shit. Always trying to spread their influence, so if you want someone to back you its them, because their word is worth more due to their connections. And the easiest way to connect is technology and they all up in the software and getting a hard drive about it. They say some outta pocket shit, but thats where the influenza comes from I guess. They somehow everywhere and no where at the same damn time "It's ironic you talk jail time, But you ain't never seen no central booking (yeah) It's ironic you hang with a n***a that beat women And have the nerve to call yourself "Girl Pusher" Wow! You ain't real, I'm gonna show you how I really feel - JPEGMAFIA 'baby im bleeding'

Sun in the Twelfth - Lonely introspective dreamy creative types. Is what you could say if you wanna sum them up. But there is much more to them, but they are so afraid of letting anyone in because they are so sensitive. Their empathy and ability to look at things from different perspectives is what sets them apart, and they want to be set apart, because they feel alone, and don't wanna pretend they your friend if they ain't. They are extremely creative to a fault, and a lot of people would rather make fun of their works then celebrate how special it is. Until it is widely acknowledged how gifted they are, then everyone will switch up around them. But they will never forget who said what, because they above the whats; aint got time for someone who thought they were just a what "'Cause I'm out there, Tried to tell you that I'm out here on my own, I told you I was out there, Tried to tell you that I'm out here on my own,I fell down to Earth, From a hundred miles away and somehow I still make it work, But it's overrated and somehow played out" - Oliver Tree 'alien boy'

#sun in the houses #astrology #astrology blog #astrology observations #astrology placements #astro community #astrology notes #house placements #astrology houses

[honeybleed]

— ★ JUST A LITTLE WHILE // JEAN KIRSTEIN

content & warnings: comic book artist!jean, modern au, female reader, black-coded reader, established relationship, angst kinda but fluff, smut so mdni (breast play, vaginal fingering, oral, f. receiving)

author’s note: i always wanted to write sumn dat gives kdrama ost so lets hope this gave obashata 🏹 n i always complain i hate everythin i write for jean so i hope i don’t hate dis

word count: 2.5k

Jean's studio was an array of things.

One wall with comic book covers and vintage sci-fi posters, the other adorned with sketches, character studies and concept art.

Sat by the drafting table, which was scattered with pencils, inking pens, and a meticulously organised array of reference materials.

Sticky notes on the bookcases that practically groaned with the heavy weight of the collection of comic books, graphic novels, and rare editions, meticulously organised and catalogued.

With his hands on his head, Jean let out a deep sigh as the sketches lay in front of him on his desk.

Despite such a critical thing left to do, the only thing on his mind was you.

Things were slightly off, to say the least. With the upcoming finale of his series, Jean was more distant than ever. It had been a long six years.

Most comic book series span decades, but quite frankly he'd run out of steam.

This was a story he loved dearly, and the last thing he wanted was for it to get taken away by the publishing company and morph into something unrecognisable and soulless.

So he'd end it himself. And the pressure to create a satisfying conclusion was immense. He felt as if he was wading through a swamp of problems and sinking.

It had to honor the journey of the series, it needed to respect the investment of the audience and leave a lasting impression that resonated even after the final chapter.

It'd been three weeks since he began the finale saga and you were an understanding girlfriend.

You'd drop by once in a while to check if he ate or needed some fresh air or even some downtime away from it. In the first few days, it was alright and he obliged.

But later on, he just couldn't bring himself to even take a five-minute break. The constant barraging phone calls from the editors and staff made Jean struggle to even breathe sometimes.

He was overwhelmed. Everything was closing in on him, and as much as he gave his all it seemed like his integrity as a storyteller was slipping from his grasp.

Suddenly his ears pricked up at the sound of the keyhole of the front door jiggling and some footsteps as the door closed.

He’d been at the drafting table for hours, and he could feel it. Eyes strained and dry, neck and shoulders stiff and achy.

He made his way to the hallways where you were taking off your shoes to place on the rack as you gave him a small smile.

“Hi.” You chirped. “You good?”

“No.” He thought to himself.

“So-so.” He snorted as he stretched his arms with a groan.

Involuntarily your eyes settled on his rising black t-shirt, which showcased the sliver of skin of his pelvis and his happy trail.

“Pervert.” He snickered, humored at the fact you were shamelessly ogling him, as he grabbed the takeout bag from your hands and headed to the kitchen.

“Am not!” You snapped, following after him.

"Here...open this." Jean says as he averts his gaze, unable to meet your eyes pushing the envelope in your hands.

"Okay.." You respond with an uneasy laugh at his skittish behavior.

"Open it now." He says, a little demandingly.

"Jean, can't you see that's what I'm doing?" You snap, kissing your teeth.

Despite the bite in your tone, your teeth sank into your lower lip to stifle back a laugh. Jean with his towering figure acting like a shy toddler was amusing.

You grab a knife to tear open the top of the envelope and see a pristine white paper neatly folded. You made your way to slump on the dining chair as he stood, leaning against the marble countertop in your kitchen.

You unfolded it to see a drawing of a couple.

But surrounding the couple were six mini versions of the two of you.

In the middle, it was undeniably Jean, with his sandy brown mullet, upward-curved ends, stubble and goatee.

You giggled, as your finger traced along the drawing of him.

He was holding you, kissing your hand gently, and his other hand was firmly planted on your side in the illustration — then there was you. Rich brown skin, bouncy curls, plump lips and doe eyes.

Jean had done many drawings of you in the past but there was something more heartfelt about this particular art.

He could see your eyes were soft, filled with a glow while you gazed at the gift, as he watched you with bated breath.

Anxiety stirred in his stomach as he absentmindedly clenched his jaw, a habit of his when he was feeling uneasy.

You'd never bashed his art, on the contrary, you were probably one of the most supportive people in his career as a comic book artist, but there was always something nerve-wracking about pouring your heart into something for the person you love.

You were in awe of the powdery and soft art. The pastels had a warmth and gentleness, something that was rare in his artwork.

Jean who always fared better in bold lines and vibrant colors. Whose art was always praised for dynamic action scenes and expressive storytelling.

To picture the sheer intimacy of his hands spending time on this artwork, where you could feel the earnestness with the dreamlike lilacs and turquoises caused a tingling warmth to spread through your body.

"This is so...beautiful, Jean..." You finally mustered out, your voice barely a murmur earning a sheepish grin from him as he rubbed the nape of his neck.

“I know it’s tomorrow but…I just couldn’t wait.” He said. “But you really think so...?" He chuckled, but when he saw tears stream down your cheeks he immediately paused feeling his heart sink.

He hurriedly crouched in front of you as he cupped your cheeks, wiping the droplets with the pad of his thumb.

"Why are you cryin', huh?" He chuckled his voice soft but still with a hint of concern as he stroked your cheek. "I hope my drawings ain't that bad." He teased in an attempt to make you laugh.

"No, it’s lovely.” You mumbled. “I just thought you forgot.”

“Look, baby…I know I’ve been acting distant and grumpy lately but it’s not because of you.”

He paused, as he took in your features intently. You felt your stomach flutter as you met the soft, golden glimmers of his light brown eyes.

“It’s just this stupid comic causing me stress. So just promise me that you’ll always be by my side when I need you.” He said with a warm smile, as he pecked your lips and then pressed his forehead against yours.

“Will you promise me that?”

His tender tone stirred up feelings you haven’t felt in a long time.

A mixture of desire for him as your mind was fogged with his familiar warm, woody musk fused with the clean, crisp scent reminiscent of freshly washed linens.

And adoration as the hair on the nape of your neck began to rise. This all-consuming need to reach out and touch him properly. Feel his skin on yours, like you used to.

He called your name to drag you out of your daze.

“Yeah?” You quipped, trying to recompose yourself.

“Thought I’d lost you there, baby.” He chuckled as his sturdy palms and weathered pads of his fingers settled on the bare skin of your waist which made you jolt slightly, as he remained crouched in front of you.

“Promise?”

“Promise.” You affirmed as you slot your pouty lips against his own.

Pattering raindrops gently tapped on the windows as the both of you began to prepare for bed. It was a long time since you slept at similar time.

Jean made it a habit to fall asleep in the studio or even crash on the couch so as not to disturb your deep sleep, despite you chastising him.

He came out of the ensuite bathroom in your bedroom after a shower with a smile. Dried up and dressed for sleep.

As you sauntered up to him for a kiss you could still feel the heat from the hot water emitting from his flush skin, and smell the light citrus scent from the soap he used.

You reached a hand to rake your fingers through the ends of his tousled tawny hair, the droplets sliding down his collarbone.

He pulled you close against him as he gave you a cheeky grin.

“Close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you. Okay?” He said in a tone laced with jest.

You obliged fluttering your eyes closed, just happy he seemed to be returning to the mischievous nature of his you remember when you first met.

Jean meets your lips. This kiss is different to the quick pecks you’ve become accustomed to.

It’s almost as if this kiss won’t end. You feel yourself gasp slightly when he brings his tongue to your mouth. Softly tasting you.

His large hands grasp at you to pull you even more impossibly close as if you aren’t already flush against his firm and solid body.

“That kiss got you raring to go, huh baby?” Jean snickered to himself, a gleam in his eye.

Any time he could make you jump or make a noise, it stroked his ego immensely. One of his less favorable traits but he wore it well sometimes.

Rarely.

“Do you want more?” He murmured in your ear, breath tickling the shell as his voice became husky, which was quickly stirring arousal within you.

The deep baritone of his voice, the tingling of your lips after the wet and heavy kiss that left your lip a little swollen, and the overbearing proximity of him created a deep heat within your gut.

“I have a lot more to give.” He stated, voice firm.

“So do it.” You provoked, and within an instant, you were backing up on the bed until your back hit the headboard of the king-sized bed as Jean’s toned figure hovered over you.

The contrast between the rainy outdoors and the cosy glow indoors, with the dim bedside table lamp made things different.

Though the kisses were lust-filled and hungry at first, when he leaned in to meet your lips once again, the way his breathing was soft and shallow along with the way your eyelashes against each other's skin made it morph into something more sweet.

“Want this off..” He muttered as his tongue danced with yours, tugging at the satin, champagne-colored night dress.

“Jeez, be patient.” You tittered as you sat up from lying down to pull the garment over your head and discard it onto the carpet. “There.”

“Much better…” He chuckled, running his tongue over his lip as he gazed at your bare chest.

His hands began to roam across the soft skin of your body, then settled on your breast, kneading it gently and tweaking your nipple which made you gasp.

Your stomach turned again.

In the glow of the lamp, your boyfriend when aroused has an animalistic look in his eyes. Very rarely. It frightens you at first but also rouses something primitive within you.

He eagerly dived in to kiss you again, but you dodged the kiss. His eyes widened.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?” He stuttered, panicky.

“No…but you gotta strip too! Fuck you thought this was.” You giggled.

“Jeez, I was so wrapped up in what was goin’ on in here that I forgot. Alright.” He responded as he began to tug off his boxers, discarding them quickly.

Your eyes descended lower until you gazed upon Jean’s length.

“What’s the matter?” He asked a little sheepishly as he felt anxiety seep into him when you gazed at him wordlessly. “Guess I could use a little trim, mhm?”

“No, it’s fine..” You giggled. “It’s sexy, don’t worry.”

“You think so?” Jean grinned as he ran his hand over his stubbly chin. “Maybe I’ll go full 70s.”

“Jean, you’re sick.” You scoffed.

“I can be a lot worse…” He chuckled as he leaned in, to trail kisses along your soft skin.

“Is that so?” You teased.

“You pushin’ me?”

“Maybe.”

With a wicked grin, Jean slid lower on the bed to position himself between your thighs, prying them apart.

You’d been together a long time but the glistening arousal from Jean’s earlier teasing and ministrations that sheened in the low light made your cheeks heat up.

“I barely touched you, y’know.” He chuckled darkly as his eyes hungrily raked over your thighs and wet heat.

“Shut up!” You protested but were cut off with a squeak as Jean immediately delved between your thighs, wrapping his arms around them as he began to suck and lick at your folds.

“Jean…!” You gasped as he restricted you from squirming with his strength.

“I promise I’ll make you feel so good…” He muttered as his tongue began to take long and languid strokes, losing himself in your centre, drooling and moaning so loud it reverberated against you, which made you even more jumpy.

Your hands threaded his hair as you tugged, bucking your hips against his face. It spurred him on even more, and he slid one finger inside of your entrance, pumping slowly.

His jaw clenched and he groaned at the feeling of your gummy and plush walls, clenching and pulsating around his digits.

“Fuck…” He said with a low growl. “You’re so sensitive.”

He slid two fingers in, which made you mewl pathetically.

You knew you must’ve looked and sounded ridiculous but with the intense pleasure washing over you, you couldn't care less.

“That’s it, baby…” Jean said in response as your name fell from his mouth like a mantra, his fingers curling inside you as he massaged the tip of his tongue on your clit. “Want you to cum for me..”

“Jean…” You cried out weakly, as he was coaxing you nearer and nearer to the edge.

Your eyes squinted shut as you felt your peak reach you, your body shuddering as you gushed all over his fingers.

“So beautiful, baby.” He grinned as he kissed your temple, stroking your hair back, leaning to kiss you gently the tang of your arousal on his lips and tongue.

“You’re so sexy when you cum.” He said as your chest heaved, attempting to catch your breath. He trailed his hand down your body, cupping your breasts to tweak your nipples again.

You smacked his hand away.

“Move.” You chortled.

“This better?” And you shoved him off when he swiped his tongue against your hardened nipple.

“You are so!-” You thumped his chest.

“Hope you’re ready for me, baby.” He smirked as he gazed at you. “Cos I ain’t finished. Think I might just fuck you into the mattress til dawn.”

“Jean…never change.” You chuckled as you squeezed his broad shoulder.

The next morning, Jean was out cold. You glanced over at him where his bare back was facing you and his arms were sprawled over the mattress.

“Wake up…” You called out as you slapped his back.

“What?” He groaned, voice groggy and drowsy.

“Happy anniversary, baby.”

“Don’t wake me up for no stupid shit like that again.” He muttered as his hand slid to caress your thigh and squeeze it.

author’s note: if u made it this far, ty for reading sorry for any grammatical or spelling mistakes love u all, reblogs and interactions r always appreciated 💓✊🏽

#aot x reader #aot smut #jean kirstein x reader #aot x black reader #aot x black!reader #jean kirstein fluff #jean kirstein smut #aot angst #aot fluff #jean x reader #jean kirstein #snk x reader #snk smut #aot x female reader #aot x y/n #⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ nara scribbles

[luvneymar]

(2) ALL I WANTED WAS U — JUDE BELLINGHAM

SUMMARY: After coming back from a one-night stand with his his best friend, Jude realizes you don’t see him. He’s in love with you and you don’t see him.

PARING: bestfriend!jude x bestfriend!reader

NOTE: DRAMA?🤣 jude is a literal simp and my mission during this fic is to make sure y’all know dat !!!

“C’mon guys! Hustle! The tournament is in 3 weeks and you all are sloppy! Mount & Grealish stop giggling like schoolgirls and start running!” The coach for the men’s England World-Cup team screeched from the sidelines rubbing the sweat off his forehead as his veins bulged in anger.

The rest of the team were causally jogging just fast enough for the angry man to not yell at them but not Jude. Jude was either right behind them or right in-front of them ignoring all of them despite their best efforts to talk to the boy.

With his headphones on his ears he was in his own zone, his own space thinking about what you both had talked about just around 2 weeks ago. Your words ran laps around his mind 24/7 for the last 14 days.

“I slept with Trent.”.

“I fucked Trent.”

“I had sex with Trent.”

No matter how he worded it in his mind it was still the same, the deed had been done. You fucked him & there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. He felt like a non-consensual cuck. Stuck in a three-way that didn’t even exist.

I mean how can you not know that he’s been pining for you since forever. Ever since Trent & all his other friends constantly mentioned how hot you looked in this & how great your rack looked in that he finally saw the bigger picture & came to terms with the weird fuzzy feeling in his stomach he’d get every time you’d kiss him on the cheek or hugged him.

“Jude! Why you running all alone? Join us!” Trent yelled out signalling Saka, Phil & Marcus to slow down & wait for him to catch up. Jude hadn’t even acknowledged Trent’s call despite hearing him loud and clear. He jogged right passed them as if he hadn’t heard.

They all looked at him with a weird face jogging up towards Jude stopping him as they grabbed his shoulder stopping him from running off. “Hey didn’t you hear me? Slow down.”

Jude shrugged his hand off and tried to jog off but Trent’s hold was quite strong forcing him to stay in place placing him into a full-stop. He pulled off his headphones in anger shrugging his hand off as he turned to look at the group. “Oh my days, What!”

“Geez dude, what bug crawled up your ass?” Phil muttered through a chuckle which caused Marcus & Saka to snort causing some weird domino of laughter, Jude’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance as he motioned to place his ear phones back onto his head.

“Sorry sorry, what’s going on with you? We haven’t talked in like two weeks.” Trent asked concerned smacking Jude on his butt lightly signalling him to continue walking jogging after he caught the look of annoyance on the coach’s face.

“Nothing I’m just anxious for the tournament.” Jude brushed him off with a statement that wasn’t even true. Just seeing his face pissed him off so bad which made him angry all the time.

“Your right. France is definitely going to hand a lot of countries their asses on polished silverware.” He joked looking around to see if anyone else laughed at his joke, Jude rolled his eyes as he prayed that Trent would cut the conversation short.

How can he just make a causal conversation just weeks after he literally told him so casually that he had sex with you in details that ran laps in the right, left, front & centre part of his brain. Just thinking about it made Jude want to beat the shit out of him.

“Whatever.” He grumbled with annoyances laced in his voice.

“What’s wrong? You’ve been acting like a little bitch ever since I told you about what happened a few weeks ago.” Trent questioned also irritated that his friend was ascribe flaky.

“What happened a few weeks ago?” They all questioned, wanting to find out what was making their friend so pissy.

“Y’know (Name)? (Name, Last Name)? Jude’s friend? Yeah met her at the club we went to a 2 weeks ago and managed to get her into bed. Told Jude how mind-blowing it was and now he’s pissy.”

“Oh her? Shit I’d be mad too. She fine as fuck, I’d just be mad you got to tap that before I did.” Phil mentioned in a broken sentence unable to control his laughter.

As the group laughed Jude poked his cheek with his tongue trying remain calm & collected, it was quite hard seeing as how he was literally listening to his friend objectify you in a vulgar manner with no respect for you at all.

“Judey lighten up! There are other girls out there. Girls your age. She wouldn’t shack up with you even if you were the only man on earth. You have girls flocking after you left & right.” Marcus slapped Jude on the back after finally calming down from the laughter than had went around.

“She’s probably not into younger men anyways, I mean you just graduated high-school a few months ago. She probably graduating soon.” Trent mention remind Jude once again about the age gap you both had in.

“Won’t that make her look like a cougar anyway? Find out if she has a sister of something. You gotta forget about her.” Trent added making the group burst in laughter once again.

Hearing them home about you in that way in an attempt to try and make him feel better about the fact that you were “too old” for him just pissed him off even more.

Jude stopped in his tracks & pulled Trent by his shirt stopping him his tracks too abruptly, “Im not pissy i’m pissed you cunt, my “problem” is that you slept with my friend knowing damn well I had feelings for her you fucking ass!”

After he said nothing but chaos insured, Jude spun Trent around so he could face him as he proceeded to give him a dirties punch of the century. Trent stumbled back a bit holding his nose in pain cursing all sorts of profanities before walking up to Jude & within the same split second punching him in his eye.

“You fucking bastard.” Jude mumbled before proceeding to jump on-top of Trent punching him in his face a few times before Trent managed to roll him over getting a few punches on his face as well.

Many different rows of profanities were passed around until the group had decide to step in thinking about the nearer future & how this could effect the result of the tournament they were training for.

“Guys knock it off!” Phil shouted out trying to pull Trent away from Jude as they assaulted each other just to get punched in the nose instead, hearing the groan he let out the rest of the team turned around to see the commotion altering the coach as-well.

The coach rushes over towards the pair who had bruises & a bit of blood on both of them as they continued to drown in testosterone using their natural male instincts to figure out their differences.

“What the hell! Guys break it up now! Whatever your fighting about I promise you it isn’t worth it!” The coach yelled out standing in between the 2 men sending a reasonable distance between the two stopping them from sending anymore punches each others ways.

Once the fight had ceased to exist the coach turned to Trent seeing as how he was in worse shape than Jude with a busted lip, a head laceration & a bruised eye. “Who started the fighting?”

“That fucking cunt right there.” Trent spit out the blood that rested in his mouth before pointing to Jude who stood there with Phil trying to hold him back from trying to attack Trent once again.

“Jude come with me. Now.” Jude wiped away some of the blood from his forehead as Phil wrapped his arm around Jude helping him walk away from the circle that formed and towards the building where the coach’s office was.

Once they reached there the coach signalled Phil to exit the room as he wanted to talk to Jude alone. As soon as the door closed the coach bursted in the a fit of anger yelling at Jude as he throw different types of things off his desk onto the wall behind Jude.

“What the hell were you thinking? Has your cranium suddenly stopped working and all your common sense has been flushed down the drain?” He yelled out poking his finger into the side of his head as Jude stood there staring at his shoes that were stained with mud & some splotches of blood.

“But He—!” Jude tried explain with no avail.

“No speaking when I’m speaking! I don’t want to hear it. Your my star pupil. Hand picked from the best of the best. You cant be fighting with your companions like that.” He lectured Jude finally calming down enough to speak to him rationally.

The coach looked up at him just to see his eyes hadn’t moved from the spot on the floor it had been for the past minute, “I’m honestly disappointed Jude. I didn’t expect this from you of all people. You’re much more mature than the others even for your age.”

“Well tell that to the bastard talking shit.” Jude muttered under his breath trying to get a word in his defence.

The coach raised his eyebrow as he heard what Jude said but wanted him to say it with his chest. “Did you have something to say Bellingham?”

“No sir, sorry.”

“You’re going to apologize to him and you’re going to be benched for the a while for the starting games. That’s your punishment.” The coach walked towards the door signalling Jude to follow him.

“But I—!”

“No buts. Now get out before I start searching for a replacement for you.” Jude’s hands failed down to his sides in defeat as he walked out of the office grinding his teeth in frustration.

if you could just get a word in the coach would see how this situation wasn’t even his fault, but he knew there was no point in trying to explain himself once the coach made up his mind he made up his mind. 

 As he walked back onto the field, bandages decorated all over his face he heard the whispers from his teammates. see who was whispering about him just to see the same four who instigated the whole problem. “Look, look here he comes.”

fortunately, the rest of the practice goes smoothly without any more disturbances from Trent and Jude as the coach make sure that they were both separated heavily and did the exercise at two different times just to make sure another fight wouldn’t happen. 

—

“I’m back.” Jude announced in a solemn and dull voice like a defeated puppy, how could he possibly come back home and face you after he basically went all warrior ninja on Trent because of you. It was too embarrassing on his part.

As he works as he walked towards the common area, he heard a voice that was all too familiar to him. He couldn’t exactly put a pin on it, but he knew that it was somebody he knew. 

“Hey Jude.” You greeted him turning your head from the screen playing a random Christmas movie quickly before turning it back snuggling into the mysterious figure that rested beside you.

as he looked up from the floor, all the pieces finally came together for him the very person he beat the shit out of that very afternoon with sitting beside, you, snuggled up into your chest casually scrolling on his phone.

“What the fuck? Why is he here?” The words came flying out of his mouth before he could even stop it, you turned to look at him with a sheepish smile on your face pulling your hand from around him to fidget with your fingers.

“Well you left so abruptly this morning I wasn’t able to tell you.” You muttered pausing the movie which caused the anonymous man to look up from his phone cunning smile on his face as he waved to Jude head still semi-snuggled into your chest.

“Hey man.” Trent waved to him half-assed stupid smug smile still resting on his face.

“Don’t ‘Hey Man’ me I’ll fucking kill you.” Jude dropped his bag by the side of the couch, and walk towards chance just for you to stand up in between them, trying to stop a fight from arising.

“Jude no! No more fighting. If you have a problem make your issues vocal. Just, no more fighting. Please.” You begged him looking up at him with the eyes you had to know had an hypnotic effect on him.

“Fine.” He muttered absolutely defeated. he had been utterly shame today not only had he basically confessed his feelings to his friend about his newfound girlfriend he beat the shit out of him just for him to get his wounds licked by you.

He walked away towards the direction of his room & closed the door quite aggressively, he hadn’t even recognized himself. He he isn’t the type of person to slam doors whenever he’s upset or try to fight people whenever they have a difference.

but that was just the effect you had on him.  you were able to make him go absolutely insane basically put him under your spell like a wizard. even though you were currently resting in trance, arms, kissing on him, loving on, and touching on him, and fucking on him.

He was determined to make sure that you’d be his at the end of the day. Ever since the day you both met he was sure that you’d be his one day even if he had to get rid roadblocks like Trent, he’d gladly do so. 

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freefall [beomgyu]

Every single time you and Beomgyu met, you bickered about something, and it annoyed you to no end, yet... you kind of enjoyed the thrill of it.

➳ Characters: Beomgyu x female!reader/you

➳ Genre: slice of life, fluff, mystery, kind of enemies to lovers, fantasy, angst

➳ Words: 4.7k

➳ Warning: mentions of low self-esteem, toxic workplace, reader having periods, character death

➳ A/N: This story is dedicated to @lily-blue. Merry Christmas! ❤️

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You were falling, gravity pulling you under. Your stomach sank whilst your heart picked up its pace, and you were ready for the inevitable crush. Unconsciously, you closed your eyes as if it could make it hurt less…

Three, two, one…

Then, the crash didn’t come, and your eyes flew open, alert and surprised. You blinked up at the stranger staring down at you - caramel brown locks long enough to caress the back of his neck, a few stray ones falling into his small, firefly-like eyes, lips carved like a piece of art and curving into a knowing smile. His hands were a safety net holding you up while his whole body was tense, focused on keeping you from falling down. There was determination and mischief in his eyes, something that you had definitely not expected from a complete stranger who had managed to catch you.

“Gosh, life really can’t be boring with you,” he mumbled barely audibly, but you heard him, and if his presence wasn’t surprising enough, his words were even more.

“Who… do you know me? Have we met before?” You blurted out, confused, but instead of an answer, he straightened up, pulling you with him and pulling you up, so you could stand on your feet again.

You felt lightheaded after the sudden change in balance, and you couldn’t tell whether his closeness added to the dizziness or not, but it was not helping that his gaze was that burning. As if he knew you. As if he didn’t need to take his time taking you in. As if his words were true.

“You have definitely not seen me before,” he responded mysteriously while still not letting go of your hand. You blinked at him again, and perplexed was an understatement. You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to rack your brain for any memories or brief encounters with him, but you would have remembered if you had seen him before.

“A-alright, I guess,” you muttered more to yourself than to him, then looked at his hand holding yours. He immediately let go of you as if he had just remembered what he was doing, and he didn’t want to cause any misunderstandings. “But who are you?” You asked as you looked up at him, or rather… you would have looked up at him if he had still been there.

In a blink of an eye, he seemed to have disappeared, and you just stood there, frozen in place, feeling more confused than if you had just fallen down and hurt your head.

Days passed by, and that weight on your shoulders from that mysterious encounter became a little lighter, and you felt like you could move on. At least, until you didn’t manage to spot that exact same boy with the unmistakable long, caramel-brown locks and that slender figure of his.

The problem was that you were on a blind date with the son of one of your mother’s friends, and even though you wanted to focus on what Heeseung was saying, you couldn’t because if you just averted your eyes from the boy in front of you to the other boy sitting by the windows, you couldn’t stop. Your eyes were glued to that mysterious boy, and despite the fact that he didn’t seem to glance your way, you still couldn’t shake off the feeling that he was watching you.

“So… what do you say?” Heeseung inquired, looking up from his phone as if he had just been checking something, and your throat closed up because you had no idea what he had just said.

“Sorry, I couldn’t get it. What did you say?”

“Do you want to check out that exhibition that I’ve mentioned?” The boy repeated patiently, no sign of judgement in his eyes, so that was good. However, your silly little heart was still prompting you to glance in the other boy’s direction, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Heeseung either. He looked back above his shoulder, looking for any sign of anomaly, but when he didn’t find anything, he looked back, and furrowed his eyebrows.

“Is there something wrong? You keep glancing behind me as if someone familiar might be around,” he reasoned gently, and gosh, this boy was too good for you. You were just about to shush him, telling him that you must have mistaken that someone, and you didn’t even know him, but in that moment, the long-haired boy glanced your way and caught your eyes. His eyes didn’t widen like yours did, instead, he shook his head as if in disappointment, then went back to scribble something in his notebook. What was his deal, for real?

You were confused, so damn confused.

“I… I just think I need to use the restroom, and I don’t know where it could be,” you tried your best to appear confident in your words, but you knew it must have sounded awful because you were opposite the front door, and no restroom was around the front door of a café.

“It’s right behind you,” Heeseung pointed out helpfully, and you acted as if you were dumbfounded by this fact, then actually made your way to the restroom to freshen up a bit. You did some breathing exercises to calm yourself down, but it didn’t help at all.

You just didn’t like the fact that someone acted as if you had met before when you had definitely not seen him before your little incident last time, then you saw them at the same café you were at for a blind date, not to mention that smirk of his… as if he… as if he had known you, seen right through you.

A cold chill went down your spine as you were reminded of his piercing gaze, but you decided that you would deal with this - with him - like a mature person, so you went back to your table, told Heeseung that you would be up for the exhibition next time, but now, you saw an old friend of yours and wanted to catch up with him, so if he didn’t mind, you would like to go up to him. Heeseung was as understanding as ever, and actually left without making a big deal about it, which you were thankful for. It was odd enough to have the boy here from last time, you didn’t want him to feel bad about ending the date earlier either.

After Heeseung had left, you made your way to the stranger, and as soon as you halted beside his sitting form, he looked up from his notebook. He had seemed to be writing in it, and you wondered for a moment if he was writing a journal like some kind of lifestyle influencer, but then you were reminded of the reason you came up to him and threw the question at him:

“What’s your deal?”

“What do you mean?” The boy furrowed his eyebrows, but his body language didn’t give away his confusion if he had any. In fact, he looked slightly amused, the side of his lips curling upwards.

“Why are you here today after scaring me last time?”

“Scaring you? I saved you,” he corrected you, putting a hand over his heart as if he was hurt. You bit back a retort because after all, he was right, but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction to say it out loud. You had a feeling that it would only boost his ego. You didn’t know why because he was a stranger, but it felt like you knew him well, or at least, you knew his type. “Can’t I be here though? I live close-by, and it’s not like you’ve reserved the place for yourself and your boyfriend,” he pointed out and shrugged his shoulders with his hands raised as if he was trying to recreate a meme.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you felt the need to justify, but the long-haired boy didn’t take it to heart. Instead, he suggested with a lopsided smirk and leaned closer as if he was telling a secret:

“Well, he could be.”

“You’re impossible.”

“I prefer the word charming, but sure, suit yourself,” his smirk turned boyish and smug as he leaned back in his chair, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. His eyes were twinkling with mirth like a child’s who’s up for nothing good, and despite the fact that you would consider yourself a patient person, you didn’t know how long you could keep up with his remarks.

“So how did it go?”

After the question rolled off his tongue, his expression became more relaxed, more solemn, letting go of his childish side, and there was genuine curiosity written all over his features. He blinked at you expectantly, his fingers playing with the pen he had been writing with, but you couldn’t find the right words to say at first because he was so different to the boy just a minute ago.

“It would have gone better if you had not shown up, but for your information, there will be a next time,” you retorted nevertheless, trying not to take his question and his sudden kindness too seriously.

However, even if you had expected him to doubt your words or mock you, he merely clapped his hands and closed his notebook, neatly attaching the pen to the cover.

“That’s great,” he commented while he started packing. You were so confused by his sudden action that you just stood there without saying a word, and that must have seemed odd to him because he looked up from his bag and raised an eyebrow elegantly.

“What? Now I can’t leave?”

“No, you can, I just…” You wanted to say that you were both surprised and not at all surprised by his antics, but that would have seemed even more odd than him suddenly packing, so you gave up on the idea. “Forget it. I hope I’ll never see you again.”

“Oh, you wound me,” the boy deadpanned, but there was a mischievous smirk in the corner of his lips when he threw the bag over his shoulder and bid his goodbye, articulating an annoyingly sweet ‘see you soon’.

Huh, as if.

You were dead wrong. You kept seeing this guy, and it wasn't until you bumped into him inside your apartment building that you realised that he was your new neighbour, the one who moved into the flat opposite of yours. Which meant that statistically you were bound to encounter him more often, but still…

Every single time you met, you bickered about something, and it annoyed you to no end, yet... you kind of enjoyed the thrill of it. The only plausible reason for that was that this tug of war reminded you of your first love because you had started out like that at an ice cream parlour - bickering about whether mint and chocolate could ever be a realistic combination -, but just the thought of Hyunwook made your heart churn as to how it had ended. How he had ended.

The guy - who introduced himself as Choi Beomgyu - was also awfully interested in your dates with Heeseung, not to mention your toxic workplace that you wanted to quit, but didn't have the courage to do so. You had a feeling that he didn't mean anything bad by asking about such topics and encouraging you to take a leap of faith and apply for other jobs as well as be open to Heeseung because you never knew how it would end, but he did act like a little know-it-all at times which yet again caused a lot of quarrels between you two. As opposed to you, he had pretty vague replies to your questions regarding his life, but compared to you, he seemed to have it all, so you didn't want to ask - just to feel even worse by your own life.

Then, one day, the cup overfilled, and after a date you had practically run away from, he was the last person you wanted to see.

"Hi!" Beomgyu singsonged cheerily as he was exiting his own flat while you were on the top of the stairs to your floor.

You grumbled something akin to a greeting, and you were ready to walk around him to get to your door, but he stood in your way. You let out a huff of air, then moved to the left. Beomgyu did the same. You felt your blood boil as you moved to the right and he did the same.

"Can't you just get out of my way for god's sake?" You exclaimed, agitated, looking up at him. The boy furrowed his eyebrows at your raised voice and the frustration in your words, then asked the obvious:

"Is there something wrong?"

Such a stupid question to ask, and you were stupid to even answer, but your feelings took a hold of you, and you blurted out the words in their rawest form:

"Yes. Everything's wrong. Now, move!"

You practically ordered him, your tone authoritative, but Beomgyu didn’t budge. He seemed like a wall that no matter how hard you tried to pound on, it didn’t budge, as he just stood there, still, his features becoming solemn. There was always that moment when the mischief left his eyes, and concern replaced his usual bubbliness, and this time too, you felt the wall around you thaw a bit when you saw that he was serious. His words did even more so.

"No. I care about you, so I can't just let you go and wallow in your self-hatred alone. Tell me what's wrong, I'll listen.”

The thing that he got totally right was that you liked to keep to yourself when you were upset, frustrated or hurt. You didn’t want to burden anyone with your rants, tears or complaints, so you usually just sat inside your room, trying to deal with it all alone, but his newfound kindness seemed too good to be true. Especially since you bickered most of the time, and you never knew whether he was trying to mess with you or you could take his words seriously.

No wonder you were pretty agitated, and threw the question at him like an accusation, finger pointed at him, the gun loaded:

"Since when did you care about me?"

"I've always cared about you even if you might not have seen it," he replied, totally calm and put together that was totally different in comparison to your messy hair, the tears pricking your eyes and the shakiness of your hands.

You could feel your emotions accumulating and expanding like a balloon, and it all came crashing down when you pulled yourself together to speak up next.

"I can't... I can't do this anymore," you admitted feebly, and once and for all, the balloon burst, your emotions spilling out alongside your confession.

You were a mess of tears, regrets and painful memories that didn’t leave your side. Your shame thrown away, you didn’t care anymore what he would think of you, you told him all about it: fearing leaving your workplace because you didn’t believe in yourself enough that you could fit in anywhere else either, losing your first love in an accident and never letting anyone else get to know you ever since, not friends, not lovers, until Heeseung came along with his gentleness and the purest form of care. Yet, you were afraid that you would break his heart both by loving him and both by possibly leaving him because you didn’t believe that you could ever love anyone as much as you loved Hyunwook.

Not to mention feeling like you were merely a ghost of yourself ever since you had lost him because now you were afraid that happy moments were scarce and temporary, and you didn’t let yourself indulge in anything - from buying new clothes for yourself to trying out new hobbies - because everything would eventually end, so why try and build something up, only to see it crumble down and be swept away like a sandcastle on a beach?

By the end of your monologue, you found yourself in Beomgyu’s minimalistic flat with a cup of camomile tea in your hand - your favourite -, your tears drying on your skin. The boy let you speak as much as you wanted, guiding you through deeper and deeper layers with his questions, and sharing his insights with you. He didn’t seem like that know-it-all boy who loved to tease you, he seemed genuinely supportive and caring, or maybe it was just that you were so under the weather that the smallest gesture of kindness seemed big enough to believe that you were cared for.

“It’s not about believing that you’re cared for, it’s about living life without questioning whether you are cared for,” Beomgyu pointed out wisely before the heaviness was lifted off your chest, and you were overcame by a wave of exhaustion, so much that you dozed off against his couch while he was making you another cup of camomile tea.

After that, nothing really changed, except… everything changed.

You were still bickering with Beomgyu, but he still gave you life lessons without judgement, and after a while, you started to believe him. First, it was to prove him wrong. Then, as you tried out more things and had more courage, it turned into proving yourself wrong. You started looking for jobs while still staying at your current company, and just when you thought nothing would come out of it, you got an offer that you felt right about, so you accepted it. You handed in your resignation, and you couldn’t wait to start working somewhere else.

You also left the house more often to do things by yourself - to go to a coffee shop, to walk in the nearby park, to check out an exhibition and so on. Sometimes, you went with Beomgyu, too. For instance, you went ice skating with him because even though you had always wanted to try it, you had been afraid of falling down and hurting yourself, so you had never gone. Hearing that, the boy offered to go with you, and indeed, when you were about to fall, he held onto your arm to steady you.

“See? Sometimes others can catch you, you just need to be brave enough to risk it,” he said so with a proud smile, one that was bitter and sweet all at the same time, and one that didn’t quite reach his eyes, but it was genuine nevertheless.

Beomgyu also prompted you to be as open with Heeseung as you were with him because if he was the right one, he would understand that you needed time to open up because of your first love. Hence, even though it was difficult to get the words out, you told Heeseung that you enjoyed his company, but you were still not over losing your first boyfriend, and he was extremely understanding about it. Not that he wasn’t kind and caring and all that before, but he did react positively which gave you a boost to be honest with not only him but with yourself as well. You decided on not seeing each other for a while, at least not until you were ready to do so, but you could still message each other and check up on the other if it felt right.

Overall, it seemed like life was a bit easier these days. To be precise, the right word would be lighter. Life was lighter when you didn’t expect yourself to put on a happy facade all the time, and it felt like living for the first time after losing Hyunwook instead of struggling to get through each day. It used to feel like punishment to be seeing another day, and now, it didn’t. You couldn’t say that you were over the moon to get out of bed and do your stuff every single day, but you didn’t feel trapped, and that was already something.

It didn’t mean that everything was all sunshine and rainbows, and you didn’t have bad days. You did, actually, and when one particularly bad day brought you down, you tried to numb all the sudden overwhelming feelings with some alcohol. It didn’t end well as you ended up pounding on Beomgyu’s door, ranting to him about how it always happened - bad things happening after particularly good times - after he let you in, and even though it wasn’t anything big, just one of those days when nothing worked out and you felt shitty about your body and yourself, it was enough to make you emotional.

Not that it was anything new to Beomgyu because it seemed like he was willingly offering to be your emotional support trash can, so you just rambled to him on and on, drinking the water he prepared for you and taking the painkiller he gave you, obeying him like a good girl.

Your words were blurred together just like the sight in front of you, but when you bumped into him in his kitchen, everything was crystal clear - the caramel brown shade of his locks, the sharpness of his jawline, the curves of his lips and the stars dancing in his eyes.

“You know…” You started as you pointed at his eyes, almost punching him in the face with your uncoordinated hand gesture. Beomgyu reached for your hand to (probably) keep himself safe, but his touch wasn’t the one that you focused on. It was something else. “Your eyes… they are like Hyunwook’s. So bright and shiny and mischievous,” you blurted out, taking one step closer to examine his eyes even more. That meant that you were impossibly close to his face, and Beomgyu seemed uncharacteristically flustered by the close proximity.

You didn’t know what came over you in that moment, but you had this immense need inside of you to move even closer to him, and so you found yourself leaning forward and pressing your lips to his.

Only to black out later and forget about it the next day as if it had never happened.

Beomgyu knew that something was wrong when he got stuck in his human form after saving you from falling down those stairs. First of all, he shouldn’t have caught you, he had been very well aware of that, but at the same time, he couldn’t have helped it. On the other hand, he had been supposed to go back to his deity form afterwards - the one humans can’t see -, but you had noticed him in the café too which meant that he had failed.

Just like how it was in the human realm, Beomgyu had a feeling that there was a reason he couldn’t go back to his deity form so soon. Something had to happen before that. At first, he had been curious whether it had been him touching you or saving you, but neither had worked, so after a while, he had given up on it, and did what he had been supposed to: to write your destiny as he saw fit.

He wasn’t almighty though, he preferred to say that he wrote the outline of destiny for humans. He could make events happen, but how you reacted to them or if you proceeded to ponder over them were up to the one whose destiny he was writing. In this case, it was you. He could present you with favourable situations and countless opportunities, but he couldn’t make the decisions as to what you would do with them instead of you. He could make you meet Heeseung, but if you were willing to open up to him or not was your decision. He could make you come across a job advertisement perfectly suitable for you, but only you could pick up the courage to apply. He could suggest that you try out new hobbies and change your life, but in the end, it was you who had to make all that happen.

He enjoyed the process though, the process of seeing you bloom, of your world opening up, of your heart being a little lighter. He enjoyed seeing your carefree smiles and hearing your airy laughter. Hell, he even enjoyed listening to your rambles because he knew that no light was without shadow, and in hers, it was you, you were her shadow.

At first, it had only been suspicious because he had stayed trapped in his human form. Then, he had realised that he hadn’t known everything about you as he was supposed to as your writer of destiny after rotating. Destiny deities handed over their own human beings time after time because a deity couldn’t get attached to their human, and different perspectives were needed to better humans’ lives and to see their potential, so around every Lunar New Year, the deities changed. Afterwards, a human’s book of destiny was handed over to the next deity, and when they touched it, they became aware of everything the said human had been through.

Nevertheless, when Beomgyu had touched your book of destiny - that might have seemed like a common notebook to others -, he had felt an inexplicable pang, but he hadn’t been able to put his finger on its source. He should have been able to see why you had felt this way, and why he had to go through the same. Yet, it hadn’t happened.

Not until you kissed him.

Then, everything came back to him all at once: the mint chocolate debate in the ice cream parlour, the bouquet of flowers he had picked out for you for your anniversary, the never-ending Halli Galli games, the silly faces you and Beomgyu made for photos that had been put up on his bedside table, you singing an Ariana Grande song while playing on a child’s playground while tipsy, him tucking you into bed afterwards, making you camomile tea whenever you were on your period, you calling him Hyunwook oppa in a sweet tone and that pain, that inexplicable pain coming back full force after his last memory - the sight of headlights, the power of gravity crashing him.

He remembered that he had been called Jung Hyunwook, and where he had gone to school, and how he had looked like, and how his family had been like, and suddenly, it all made sense why he had stayed stuck in his human form: because he had been connected to you when he had been alive, and he couldn’t have moved on until you moved on.

And just like that, after the kiss, he was sucked into a deep darkness until he found himself back in the deity realm. It didn’t look different from the human world, but it did feel different. He felt different.

“It’s time to go, isn’t it?”

“You have done your fair share. She will be fine,” the voice that always guided him in this realm responded, and Beomgyu winced. Even though his heart didn’t beat anymore, it felt like it did when he was now reminded of you. Deep down, he had a feeling that he had been a human once, but to get to know that he had been your first love was too hard of a pill to swallow. Physically, he had been stuck for months beside you, but he was just starting to realise that he would need time to get unstuck emotionally.

“Will she forget about me?”

“She won’t, but she won’t remember everything about this night either,” the voice announced, and Beomgyu wasn’t sure whether he should be relieved to hear that or not. Not that it mattered because once he handed over your book of destiny to the next deity, he would forget about you, and there was no going back.

You might have been falling time and time again, and he had managed to catch you, but you couldn’t do the same for him. Not anymore. Beomgyu was fine with it though because he could help you mend your heart a bit after breaking it by leaving her world, and that’s what mattered.

“Fine. I’m ready to go,” he announced as he reached the book out and the wind carried it away, carried you and your memories with it, too.

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[iguessthisisanewobsession]

It takes a mob pt. 7

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Ao3

Bill thought the kid’s first introduction went pretty well all things considered.

“Well aren’t you a littl’ dumpling? Yes, yes you are. Oh you’re going to be so distracting! I need to call in Gabe. Bill! Who’s his mother? Why is he here!?”

With a grunt he placed another bag on the rack,

“Why do you assume it’s mine?!”

“Well, he ain’t Marv’s, that’s dam for sure! And he better not be Kenny’s! I taught him better than that and I am too dam young to be a Great-granny!”

Bill smacked a snickering Marv as he exited the pantry.

Me-mah was gently swaying to an invisible beat as she worked around the baby on her hip. Danny giggled as he watched the old woman make a roux. Earning himself a peck on the head.

Contrary to what she claimed, Me-mah wasn’t hindered in the slightest, she may have been twirling around but she still held the kitchen with the same iron grip.

Even if said grip was one arm less than usual.

Bill sighed as wiped his brow,

“It ain’t like that Me-mah..”

“Oh did a saucy littl’ minx run out on you? Do in need my boomstick?”

“No No! Ain’t like that! No need for the stick!”

The lady huffed as she went to check on the stock.

“So, then what’s it like? Information is important sonny!”

Marv joined Bill on a stool before butting in,

“There ain’t a lot of information to go around mad’m.”

“Oh?”

Me-mah shifted Danny onto her other hip as she turned,

“How’s that?”

The two men shared an awkward glance as Marv continued on,

“Me-Mah I-, there’s really no easy way to put this. You see-“

“We found him in a garage can.”

Bill decided to take over,

“Had nothing on him but crusty cape.”

Me-mah stopped swaying, much to the displeasure of Danny, and with a gentle ease switched the heat to low.

“Me-mah?”

“Bill, do you mind taking back your son now?”

Bill hesitated for a second,

“He’s not really- “

“Now. William.”

Bill took back the kid.

With a deep breath Me-mah reached under her table,

“Woah Me-mah! There wasn’t shit in the alley way!”

Marv stated as he raised his hands in placating manner,

“They were long gone by the time we walked by and that was hours ago-“

“I’m well aware Marven.”

The lady loaded the auto shotgun in a precise manner,

“Like how I’m well ware I am not a bat. That being said-.”

She cocked the gun,

“If I do not work my frustrations out somewhere then I can’t exactly put my all into the cooking. The soup can simmer.The gun range will do.”

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Ken made his way over to the other guys as they once again wrapped Danny back up in the corner. Marv stood in front of Bill, blocking sight.

“So how was every thing in the kitchen?”

“THAT GODDAM MOTHER FUCKIN’ FLOOZY!!”

Several goons flinched as buckshot could be heard making target.

A quiet muttering of Jesus Christ.. being came from the closest goon to the trio.

“WE’VE BEEN WORKING THESE STREETS FOR TO GODDAM LONG FOR DAT!!”

Bang

“WE AND THE WAYNES”

Bang

“HAVE NOT POURED OUR SWEAT AND TEARS INTO POLISHING UP THIS HELL HOLE!”

The sound of a heavy knife meeting its mark joined the fray,

“TO HAVE SUCH SHIT HAPPEN AGAIN!”

Another shot,

“Jesus fuckin’ crisis, what the fuck did you two do?!”

Ken hissed,

“What did you expect us to do? Hide something from her?”

“When it makes her this angry? Yes!”

“How could we know that she would react this way to the kid’s backstory? Marv isn’t psychic last time I checked.”

Bill finally zipped up the coat and stepped into the open.

“WE GOT BOXES FOR THIS SHIT! INSULATED!”

Bang

“BOXES!”

Bang

“WITH ALARMS!”

One last shot rang out as the old woman finally lost steam. The only thing that could be be heard was her exhausted breaths as she hobbled out of the range.

“As... interesting as that was to hear.”

A voice piped up,

“I didn’t expect such a welcome back.”

Eyes turned up to the warehouse window as the boss made his entrance.

“Everything alright Me-mah?”

The cook let out an embarrassed huff before calling back

“Nothing I can’t handle sonny. Sorry about that.”

“No problem granny, but whoever was the two idiots helping tonight, I expect you in to be in my office with a good reason.”

Fist wave of hoodlums:

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#dp x dc #dc x dp #it takes a mob #red hood #jason todd #danny fenton #danny phantom #somewhere in the infinite realms there is an old clock who feels like he has made a mistake

[twinkfromconvergence]

Chip is like a language magnet, we know that in canon. Now most of the Romani language is undocumented to my knowledge as a defense mechanism and I'm very very rusty on it but he would know at least bits and pieces. Upon figuring out that big of the kid's heritage Arlin would rack his brain for different Romani words he knows and try his best to use them around Chip so he wouldn't feel totally alienated.

He would frequently call Arlin Dati and Dat (dad), and Captain Rose would be Baro (chief, big man) and Finn maybe Bapo (grandfather). The Black Rose was his Vitsa (clan). And after he sank he mostly stopped using Romani terms but when he met Lizzie he found himself slipping into the a bit more and finding another branch to his Vitsa in the riptide crew. Afterwards he started throwing in more Romani terms such as Hokano (trick) and Melanlo (dirt). He would frequently with Ollie play a game similar to the little pigs but in the Romani language.

#sailor's soul speaks #im so insane about this #my mother doednt tell me nuch about my history or language in an attrmpt to protect me so i cherish the pieces i have #and that game i mebtioned she would always play when i was younger but ive never gotten ahold of pronunciation #also there are many dialects i dont remember mine #chip jrwi

[shinyrealm]

#gorgeous #thicc aaa babe #mika lafuente #stunning #influencer #hot bikini #so hot 🔥🔥🔥 #dat rack

[evilhorse]

She leaned against the gates as though they were walls…

(X-Men: Hellfire Gala 2023 #1)

#x men hellfire gala #kate pryde #kitty pryde #shadowcat #gates #krakoa #fall of x #mutants #gerry duggan #luciano vecchio #marvel comics #comics #2020s comics #dat rack

[sultryrealm]

#thicc and curvy #thicc ass #gorgeous #hana bunny #stunning #cosplayer #dat rack #bend over #doggylove

[seokjinsonlyone]

if bts were american and ate our fast food, where do u think they would eat at

i love this question so much it is just out of the box enough for me omg mind u i'm an east coast girlie so ion know nun bout dat in and out or whatever else they got on the west side

haters gon say it's fake but jimin would 100% main popeyes like catch him getting a 3pc chicken combo dark meat only 🤪 and he'd drizzle honey and hot sauce on the chicken either that or the 5 pc strips with the sweet heat sauce if he's feeling a sense of childlike wonder every other month he goes through a weeklong spicy chicken sandwich phase always drinks sweet tea exclusively

jin would swear by chickfila and i can't blame him! like the consistency is always there in the food and the service and that's just what he needs in life like my man has high standards and they just don't disappoint when it comes to the food i can see him getting the grilled chicken club sandwich with a side salad as his go to meal, the regular deluxe sandwich when he's feeling indulgent, and the 30ct nugget when he's feeling ravenous. whenever there's a seasonal shake he has to try it at least once otherwise it's him and the diet lemonade against the world

joonie is giving cookout like there's just so much variety if he want a burger they got it, barbecue they got it, chicken quesadilla, hot dog, corn dog, chili cheese fries, just.... all his wants and needs would be at cookout and when he's feeling a sweet treat??? boom they got the best milkshakes in town. i think his go to meal would be a big double burger tray with a chicken wrap and onion rings for the sides and he got to have cheerwine for the drink mhm iktr

it pains me to say it but i can really see tae up at 2am getting a deluxe cravings box from taco bell like i personally can't stand taco bell it just ain't for me like don't get me wrong there's been times when i worked overnight and it was bought for me so i ate it but i wouldn't choose it but i think tae would 😭🙏 like it's more convenient than chipotle bc it's open later and has a drive through so it's conducive with his lifestyle so that's where he's at in the parking lot at 2:30 with a crunchwrap supreme a doritos locos taco and a baja blast sigh

jungkook would LOVE wawa like i don't think you understand how many times i've imagined going to wawa with jk especially after seeing his camping vlog and there was one point where he was eating a sandwich and he was like if he could eat any food for the rest of his life it'd be a sandwich and it was at that moment that i knew me him and wawa would be written in the stars like catch us at 11pm getting an italian sub some takis and a blueberry pomegranate smoothie

suga would def be at wendy's like i don't think y'all understand how much i love the wendy's app like she has never steered me wrong she is there for me when it's midnight and me and my friends have no place to go we be in dat parking lot fr 😭🤞 and bc yoongi is my twin flame my best friend he would feel the same like it's better than mcdonald's and the way you can rack up rewards points like nobody's business like it's an economical choice it just makes sense i can see him getting the double stack biggie bag with spicy chicken nuggets and a diet coke to drink

i had to think hard for hobi bc i'm like he so boujee these days with his steak and truffles that i couldn't imagine him getting trash food with the commoners but with a little brainpower i placed him directly in zaxby's like you cannot tell me he wouldn't love him some zaxby's sweet teriyaki boneless wings with some fries and that slice of bread they put in the box on the side with a sprite to drink of course yeah that would do it for him every time

i really don't think you understand how much i loved this question like imma be thinking about this scenario for the rest of the week sodfjakjdl

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[hopeymchope]

Danganlike, Ahoy: Process of Elimination

As we wait for the team behind the Danganronpa series to finally release the game they've been working on for almost five years now next month, why not fill the time with another recent release that's inspired by their work?

I've just started playing it myself.

Process of Elimination just came out in April, and the team behind it has been open about the fact that Danganronpa was one of their primary inspirations. As such, we once again we have a situation where a group of eccentric anime-style people are trapped in an isolated location where murders ensue! (At least this time, the cast isn't being forced/encouraged to all murder one another. ... Well, not YET.)

And the player character? We play as a detective-in-training with extremely low self-esteem who wears an all-black uniform and sports an ahoge sprouting from the black hair atop his head.

In other words: Shuichi.

We play as dollar-store Shuichi Saihara.

"We have Shuichi at home."

In all seriousness, his name is actually "Wato Hojo." But far as I'm concerned? This motherfucker is Discount Shuichi until he earns his own name. But make no mistake — I'm legitimately hoping our protagonist will manage to come into his own. I wish you the best of luck, D.S.!

Before we get any further, know this: There's a free demo available for this game! You can try out the early parts for free on your Switch, PS4, or PC! So there's very little reason NOT to do so if you're at all interested in a new Danganlike mystery Visual Novel-esque game with puzzles to unravel!

With that out of the way... if you're still here, I'll happily give you more info on the basic setup/backstory of the prologue and how the gameplay generally works.

Unfortunately for Discount Shuichi, he's far from the only detective on the premises when deaths start occurring. In fact, he's but one of MANY. But to explain why that's the case, we need to dig into the setup/backstory of this thing.

Here's the setup/backstory of our adventure: A serial killer who goes by "The Quartering Duke" appeared roughly a year ago. Since that time, he's committed more than 50 double murders, racking up an heretofore-unprecedented 100+ kills. To make matters worse: The fact that he's been on such a successful spree without generating any clear leads has led to multiple copycats springing up in his wake.

The citizens are living in fear, requests for bodyguard and private detective services are at a historic high, and the government has resorted to leaning on the Detective Alliance (or "DA") for assistance with the crime wave.

"Who dat," you ask? The DA is sort of like a detective union: A loose alliance of 100 private detectives who are given a numeric rank based on their skills and experience. So kind of like the Detective Library made famous to DR hardcores by Danganronpa Kirigiri, albeit with fewer members.

They're officially free agents, but they're largely contracted by the government as of late. Also: The members of the DA can't reveal their real names/identities. Instead, they only go by an adjective that describes them and the word "Detective."

A group of quirky detectives that each have a noteworthy trait? Is this taking inspiration from Rain Code BEFORE Rain Code is out?!

For example:

Gourmet Detective is an excellent chef in addition to her detective bonafides.

Rowdy Detective is typically aggressive and ready to throw down.

Techie Detective prefers to rely on technological tools for his work.

Posh Detective is... posh.

And as you no doubt see in the above image, our own character is dubbed the "Incompetent Detective." I wish I could say that was undeserved, but... nah. It check out.

When we first meet Discount Shuichi, he's botching a job he was assigned as an assistant at a smaller detective firm. He's brought into the Detective Alliance at the lowest rank of 100 JUST in time for he and another 13 sleuths to wind up isolated at DA's island headquarters with their communications out. And he quickly proves that he's not very swift on the uptake when it comes to the clues around him. I actually joked to my S.O. that maybe they'd dub him the "Inept Detective"... and two minutes later, he got the "Incompetent" label. And I laughed. It's harsh, but for now? It's fair.

Oh, and he even gets knocked out and wakes up inside a locker that is within his new murder-prison. +1 Shuichi Point!

Anyway, back to the story: To the surprise of everyone who isn't the player, a quartered dead body is soon discovered. It appears entirely likely that the Quartering Duke has made his way to Detective Alliance Island and is now trapped among them! Pretty soon, we're collaborating with other detectives to examine the crime scene and determine what went down.

I just started playing last night, so I don't have a lot more to report than that. I've only completed the first chapter/mystery so far. At the moment, it looks like we might only have ONE culprit throughout this game who commits all the murders... but given that we're already set up that there's a ton of copycats during the prologue/backstory, I wouldn't be too shocked if we encounter one or two others as the game goes on.

The bulk of the game is a visual novel experience with occasional binary choices that can lead to (minor/short) branches in events and/or impact your end-of-chapter score/grade. The balance is similar to a Danganronpa so far: You're mostly reading, but there's still one important segment where gameplay takes center stage and gets much more involved than merely reading the text. That core "gameplay" comes in the investigation sequences.

Isometric Investigative Action!

This is when we use our "dPad" (an iPad parody, not a directional pad) to direct all the titular detectives around the building. I'm not going to get into the story reason for why Discount Shuichi has this authority, so let's just talk about what he can do with it.

See, there will be "Mystery Points" that require a certain level of "Intellect" to unlock, and you can assign detectives with various numeric Intellect rankings to investigate them. If you put another detective beside such an investigating detective and assign them to "Assist," you get a significant boost in their Intellect skill that will help you break down the Mystery Point faster, revealing the clue underneath. Most Mystery Points will only take a single "hour" or "turn" to identify what the relevant evidence is, but some take multiple turns. Furthermore, once you identify a piece of evidence at such a point, you'll find that some of them require closer analysis to reveal all of their secrets. And each of our detectives ALSO has a numeric "Analyze" ranking. If they meet or exceed the rank needed to analyze the evidence, they can do so in a single hour/turn, revealing whatever additional info it holds.

Detective stats include a numeric Move rating, too! it controls how far they can move during a single turn. Usually, each turn lets you move a character and then assign them an action — but you can also choose to give a character full access to traveling the ENTIRE map if you need them to get very far very fast. Doing this means that moving will be ALL they can do for that particular turn, though.

Starting get the picture? The game is one of time and resource management. You have a limited number of hours/turns before you must complete an investigation, and each detective on hand has set numeric ratings that limit how much they can move and what they can successfully complete within a single turn. Your mission is to complete the analysis of the crime scene and all its evidence before your time is up, leveraging your team's unique stats to carve the most efficient path.

The first investigation is 50% tutorial, so it's pretty easy to complete it within the allotted hours/turns. For that reason, I don't yet know what happens if you take too long to find everything in an investigation. The game only threatened that doing so would cause "ANNIHILATION." ... Which sounds bad.

I think that's enough of an introduction to Process of Elimination. I'll just close by noting that it only contains Japanese voiceovers (no dub) and, although I found some elements of its story to already be super-obvious, they've been reasonably quick to reveal the most obvious elements during the first chapter rather than lingering on the mistaken assumption that we hadn't already figured their crap out. So I'm optimistic that they won't make this narrative TOO obvious or simple in the long run.

Looking forward to uncovering more!

#process of elimination #danganronpa #rain code #master detective archives: rain code #wato hojo #i mean... #discount shuichi #visual novels #video games #danganlikes #danganlike ahoy

[buc-eebarnes]

WIP WEDNESDAY - PART 1

This one is a snippet from a Yancy x ISWM fic I've been working on since June. I do wanna finish it at some point, but the brainrot hadn't been active til now.

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“So where did you say these prisoners came from?” You ask Mark as the two of you make your way to the docking bay, ready to receive a small group of inmates meant to pay off their community service hours. Apparently, Mark had gotten a call the night before regarding a shipment of people (and isn’t that unsettling, you think bitterly) who had been approved to work allotted service hours before the ship departed for voyage.

Mark checks his datapad. “Uh, Happy Trails Penitentiary. When I was on the phone with the Warden, he seemed really intense. And I mean—” he gets close to your face, eyes wide for comedic effect, “—really intense. It’s like he’s always paranoid or something.”

“Hmm.” You rack your brain for the name. “Happy Trails.” It sounded incredibly familiar. Where had you heard that before…?

The elevator dings, and you both step out onto the docking bay, still no shuttle in sight. The Marmota should be the one bringing the inmates in.

“What else did this, uh, Warden say?”

He shrugs. “I think the Warden mentioned that they were convicted felons. He didn’t really send any files or a briefing on how to handle these people for a few weeks. Hey, maybe they’re mild-mannered.

His eyes light up, gently elbowing you on the side. “Oh yeah, I found the best spot to watch the lunar eclipse in a few days. I can bring the ship around orbit if needed.”

You beam at him gratefully. Ever since you were little, you loved watching eclipses, and this upcoming one was no different. You’d confessed this bit of yourself to Mark one time when you were training for the Space Academy, in the dark of the night when you roomed together, him on the top bunk and you on the bottom. 

The computer comes over the intercom. “Shuttle Marmota incoming. Please clear the docking bay for landing.”

You and Mark position yourselves right before the area marked as a protective border. “Moment of truth, huh?” he whispers out of the corner of his mouth as the shuttle comes into view. You let out a chuckle.

The shuttle docks, albeit a little imperfectly (Carlos narrowly escaped injury this time around), and you hold your breath in anticipation for what was to come. You don’t know who would be on the other side of the doors, but you hold true in your heart that you would treat the prisoners right, whoever they were.

First is the steam. The exterior doors always let out steam—you should probably talk to someone in maintenance about that. It’s hard to tell how the prisoners are all lined up, and you and Mark wave the smoke away as best as you can.

Second is the distinct silhouette of about six or so people. There weren’t too many of them for you to handle, which is great. Maybe this amount would be manageable.

Lastly, as the smoke clears away, is the incredibly familiar face of a friend who you hadn’t seen in years. At first, he doesn’t notice you, too busy waving away the smoke with a pinched expression, but you’d know those tattoos anywhere.

You feel your heart flutter in a way it hasn’t for a while. He coughs and coughs but soon enough, he looks up, and you think you might have the same slack-jawed expression that he does. The corners of his lips tilt up in surprise, and you can’t keep the elated grin off your face.

“Well,” he clears his throat, and your heartbeat staccatos. “Fancy seeing youse here, doll.”

“Yancy?”

He smiles toothily, stomping down the ramp to pick you up and swing you around. You let out a startled noise, clutching him tightly. It’s been years, fuck—it’s been years—

You don’t realize you’re crying until he sets you down and starts fretting over you.

“No, no, none of dat,” he soothes, wiping the tears away. “No need to cry over me!”

“Oh my god,” you sniffle unattractively, “are you real?”

“Real as can be.”

Other voices call out your name, and you peek around Yancy’s broad shoulders (you’ve nearly forgotten how he looked up close), fingers twitching in place, and the rest of Yancy’s crew step off the shuttle ramp, swarming around you with happy grins and open arms. You return each and every one of their hugs, even ruffling the hair on Heapass’s head.

“You guys,” you nearly start crying again, “I can’t believe you’re here. What—how did the Warden allow this?”

Tiny shrugs. “Yancy started singing about space. One thing led to another, and the Warden had us shipped off here.”

“It’s true,” Yancy squeezes your middle. “Maybe we can do it again for youse. An encore!”

“I think I’d like that,” you say, memorizing each and every one of their faces. It’s been so long.

Someone clears their throat, and your head whips around to see Mark with an impassive expression on his face. Something about it makes you freeze, and you see how his eyes, as well as the crew’s, are trained on you and Yancy.

“Captain,” he says stiffly. “Would you like to introduce us?”

He’s being odd. You stare, confused.

“Sure,” replying tentatively, you slide your hands off of Yancy’s shoulders. Mark’s eyes catch the movement. “Mark, this is Heapass, Tiny... I met them during a brief stint in prison.” You gesture to the others around you. 

Mark’s eyebrows shot up. “You were in prison?”

You shug. “For like. Two hours. Unfounded reasons. And this is Yancy,” you pat said person’s chest. “He helped me get out.”

“Of…prison?”

You nod earnestly. “It’s insane. He actually knew the way out—it was a wild fuckin’ ride.”

“Huh,” he replies, and doesn’t offer anything more than that. You wonder about his odd behavior again, but instead of dwelling on it too much at the moment, you shrug it off.

“Guys,” you say to the group at large. “Welcome to the Invincible. This is my Head Engineer, Mark. He’s the life and soul of this ship. He built it!” You step towards him and face the group again, clasping his shoulder. “If it weren’t for him, I don’t think I’d be able to do half the things I’d dream of doing. He’s the best I could ask for.” You beam at him, trying to get him to be his goofy self again. You think you see a crack of it in his facade. Maybe he’s just like this when new people are around?

No, that doesn’t make sense. You’ve seen him interact with new people before.

“Nice,” Yancy says, smiling politely. Mark, still impassive, jerks a thanks, then turns to you, not meeting your eyes.

“Would you mind doing the tour yourself, Captain? Something came up, and I gotta go check it out.”

You haven’t even finished saying, “Oh, okay—” before he walks away, your hand falling limply to your side. His cold demeanor bothers you. You haven’t seen that surface since the warp core.

Swallowing a lump, you turn to the group with a strained smile, clapping your hands.

“So! Who’s ready to see the rest of this spaceship?”

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yancy 🥰🥰🥰

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