#god i hope u find this hot & not cringe lmao
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@dabihaul666 , i heard femme!saki was where it’s at...
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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”
PART 10: BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN
y/n is back in brooklyn for the holidays. thinking that a stream will make her feel less homesick for cali, she starts working on her famously titled hentai.free.srv. what was supposed to be a relaxing stream turns into a special delivery about two hours in.
─── corpse husband x reader
─── soc. media + written fiction!
─── word count: 2.2k
─── ❥ req: Here's one... You know those apps for delivery like Domino's or whatnot... What if reader is streaming Among Us with Corpse, and reader mentions they're hungry and Corpse offers to order them food, and readers like no no it's fine... Then there's delivery at the door (Corpse ordered beforehand)
author’s note: fucky format is also back in town baby!!! also if you find any mistakes - no u didnt <3 thank u everyone for enjoying this story sm i literally cant believe how feral yall going strawberry cow was a nuclear explosion im still recovering tbh. got an ask a while ago and decided to incorporate it into myso. happy holidays everyone! myso will continue on monday!
ultimate masterlist. ҉ myso masterlist ҉ previous. ҉ next.
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Indeed, being soft on any social media platform was the biggest disgrace and needed to be eliminated post haste. Moreover, it was a slippery slope - once you start flooding your timeline with cute imagery and heart emojis, what will stop you from posting inspirational Facebook quotes? Disgusting. If Rae were here, she would chide you (not you thinking about her as if she’s dead or something). For once in your life, you feel like you deserve it.
Alas, you hope this little chaos you’ve caused is enough to throw everyone off. The stans, especially. You know the hashtags, you’ve seen ARMY scourging for info online with the same fervor and ruthlessness 1 Direction fans hacked airport security cameras just to spy on the boys. If you had any dirty secrets online, they are out to the public now - thankfully, besides the Harry Styles stan account (with edits and all), you have nothing. Though, now that you think about it, exposed nudes would have been better than your Punk!Harry edit receiving almost a million views. God, your life’s a fucking mess.
Your fans aren’t the only ones out for info - you, too, are trying to decipher Rae’s message. Code: Barbecue Sauce. The two of you had come up with it roughly two years ago, around the same time when you promised that if you didn’t find significant others by the time you’re 40, you’ll just marry each other. It was one of the many rules found in your friendship codex. Barbecue Sauce signifies information - an exchange of information. And depending on how it ends or begins (”So I’m sitting there” alludes to Rae, “On my titties” alludes to you), secret data on that person is given away, usually free of charge.
But why? And to whom did Rae give away what? You had pestered her mercilessly and even sent some voice messages where you were crying. You were only crying because of a video of a grandpa smiling you saw on TikTok, but you are a snake, and so you put those tears to good use. If streaming doesn’t work out, you’ll just become an actress. Hollywood would love you. Your PR firm sure as fuck wouldn’t, though.
Rae was having none of it. She said you’ll figure it out eventually. Told you to channel your superior puzzle skills. You were quick to remind her that you can barely count to ten without having an aneurysm. Oddly serious, she admitted that she worries for you sometimes. Why only sometimes?! you demanded. She merely sighed. uttering under her breath something that sounded closely to “Boke.”
You leave her for barely a week and she’s already neck deep in the gay volleyball anime, hoodie and cardboard cutout and everything. Your life is falling apart.
But Brooklyn is nice. It had snowed when you stepped off of the plane. Thousands of snowflakes sprinkling into your hair, dotting your cheeks and nose. You missed this sight back in Cali. You missed your parents, too.
Home cooked meals, old sweaters, your old room and about 40GB worth of old high school pictures on your computer. You went through them all one night. Some were stomach churning, cringe inducing nightmares. You were especially fond of those. Texted some of your friends that were still in Brooklyn, met up, decided to bake. Bad idea, Rae was the resident chef back in Cali. Besides laughing till your stomach hurt, and almost burning down your kitchen, nothing all that significant happened. Somewhere down the line, at about 3 am, half-way through a cheesy rom-com you had the overwhelming urge to text Corpse.
That’s where the problems really started. God, you missed California, missed being in the same timezone with a guy you hadn’t even met yet, how embarrassing is that?! You missed skating around and taking pictures of the beach in the setting sun, sending it to him, silently wishing he was with you to admire the view.
You really want to call him. And to hang out with him. But for some reason, the thought of that springs up immediate anxiety and you shy away from asking. Him sending you cute good morning texts doesn’t help, either. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t know that you’re a blushing, stuttering mess each time you read “baby”.
Late evening. Your stream is already set up, people are slowly trickling in and you greet them with a grin and a soft “Hello! Hi hi!”. You did your best to make your room a perfectly chaotic backdrop - led lights, an embarrassing amount of anime merch and plushies. You always try to balance out your weeb side by dressing hot as fuck for your streams - today’s inspiration just so happens to be egirls. Mostly because you watched one too many egirl make-up tutorials on TikTok, and also because you’ve been listening to Corpse’s song all day.
Yeah, no, who are you kidding, you dressed up this way because you were hoping Corpse was watching your stream. You didn’t forget your cat headphones, either. You know he likes them. You want to make him suffer. Perhaps then, finally, he will ask you out, so you wouldn’t have to.
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“I feel like,” You start when you put away your phone, staring idly at the chat, “I feel like I need a new name for you guys. Calling you guys after two years of streaming is just... weird, no? I also don’t respect men so I don’t want to call you guys. Like, so many creator’s have, like, a name for their fans. Uhm, Cody Ko has the chodesters, Kurtis Conner has, uh, folks? Kurtis Town? Citizens! Markiplier has mommy issues--” You can’t help snorting, “So, I’ve been, like, thinking - I know, shocking! - so I was thinking I’m gonna name you cockroaches. Because you’re grimy little shits impossible to kill. And also then I can use the legendary Minaj meme ROACHES!”
Your stream enthusiastically echoes ROACHES, making the chat swim. Yes, if anyone would enjoy such a name, it would be your audience. You’re as equally proud as you are disturbed.
“Well, anyway.” Leaning back into your chair, you throw your arms out with a bright grin, “Big dick is back in town, baby! If you noticed the backdrops different, it’s cuz I’m in Brooklyn now. Don’t ask me when I will return to Always Sunny, I don’t plan that far ahead.”
While Minecraft boots up, you decide to answer a few questions.
r u dating sykkuno?
You want to smack your head into the keyboard, but as it is, you can’t exactly afford a new one, so you refrain, “No, Sykkuno and I are not dating, we are just good friends. Uhm, I’m not sure how much I’ll have to repeat this, but, we really aren’t, so if the roaches could chill - Oh my God, that sounds so stupid, I love it - uh, yeah, if the roaches could chill that’d be great.”
the roaches lmao sounds like we’re a sports team
“Oh shit, yeah it does, uh-- maybe I can make like, jerseys or something. That’d be cool, I think.”
how disappointed are your parents with the way your life turned out?
“My parents are actually not disappointed at all!” You say with a cute little smile, “Uhm, they’re both really proud, actually. They’re glad I found something I love doing and made a job outta it. Dad finds my Youtube videos endearing. Yes, they watch pretty much all of my videos, unless I explicitly tell them not to. And yeah, with all the fucks and thirsting for anime characters. Uhm, it was very embarrassing at first, but I mean, after a while, shame just...doesn’t exist anymore, I guess? Funny thing about my parents, actually, when they watch my videos-” You eye catches a comment, “Oh! No, they only watch my Youtube videos. They don’t know how to use Twitter, thank God. Uhm, anyway-- when they hear a name they don’t know, like, I dunno, Dabi, or something, they google--” You’re grinning by now, eyes crinkling, giggling softly, “--who that is, and buy me like, merch and stuff. It’s really cute.
can i be adopted by ur parents plz
will you and corpse ever collab?!
You were about to answer, though the man of the hour himself decides to do it for you.
Corpse_Husband: yes.
Okay, not to say your heart skipped a beat, but it totally did. With a pleased smile, you nod, like one of those bobble head toys sold at the dollar store. The motion is oddly reminiscent of Sykkuno’s own nod. Perhaps you had picked it up from him. The chat seems to notice.
pack it up, sykkuno
More questions pile about this mysterious collab you and Corpse are planning. Yeah, you’d like to hear more about it, too, since he single highhandedly decided one was happening right now. Corpse remains silent. Fine, keep your secrets.
“Okay, guys, oh, I mean, roaches, Oh my God--” You’re covering your mouth, giggling, “-calling all roaches, calling all roaches, calm down. Everyone grab a snack and a blanket I’m turning up the music volume so we can all chill. Entering chill zone. Entering chill zone. Roaches, prepare.”
we are prepared
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An hour or so passes and you grow hungry. It shows with the amount of cakes you had baked in your server. Currently, you find yourself throwing eggs at the wall of one of the renovated houses, your face scrunched in concentration and slight frustration. 24 of the 50 eggs have been wasted. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some chicks around here?” you had uttered under your breath, until, finally, a screech - the egg finally spawns a mob. Your mouth falls open, “Aww, look!” You approach it, so small, walking in zigzags beside you, “It’s a baby chicken! Die, bitch.” The baby chicken is no more as you swing your bedazzled (you have mods) diamond sword. You’re cackling by the time the dust settles.
y/n is a child murderer
“Roaches,” You address your fan-base, spurring another fit of laughter - you can’t get over the name, “I think I’m like, forgetting that eating in Minecraft won’t actually make less hungry in real life.”
take a break and go eat queen <3
“Fuck no, we starve and die like men. Now I actually really need another chicken.”
Another twenty minutes trickle by and you’re trying to lure back a panda from the jungle when there’s a knock on your bedroom’s door. Whipping your head to the side, you slide down your headphones. At the same time, your mom pokes her head through the ajar door, “MOM!” You scream, “Get OUT of my room I’m playing Minecraft!” But your yell has no actual bite to it, as you don’t manage to hide your smile. Your mom laughs, doing some sort of sign language and motioning for you to follow her with her head. That or it’s some sort of performative dance.
“I’m live right now,” You tell her, pointing at your screen. She knows this already, though, “do you want to say hi?”
The roaches spam the chat with friendly hellos. You mom, quite impatient now, waves you over.
“Sorry, roaches, mom needs something. Be back in a bit!”
Stopping the stream, you rush out of your seat and pleased she slinks into the hallway. “What’s this about?”
“Your pizza came.”
“My what now?” You echo, confused.
“Domino’s. You ordered pizza?”
“What? No? I was busy with the stream, I never--”
Thankfully, you had managed to grab your phone from your room before you exited. You almost choke on spit once you read the messages.
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You decide that it’ll be impossible to stream after experiencing what you had just experienced. You tweet out a quick apology to the roaches (God, that fucking name) and say that you had a breakdown but you’re okay. That is as a close to the truth as you managed to muster. It’s a sad sight, chewing and crying; your mom winced when she saw your state - disheveled hair and rundown eyeliner and everything. “D’aww,” She had muttered, caressing the top of your head, “don’t cry my little raccoon.”
If anyone was ever to ask you where did your chaotic nature come from, you’d answer with my mom. To make yourself feel better, you took a selfie - duck face and peace sign and the horrible 2000′s angle. Sent it to Rae.
looking hot, her message read.
thanks, was all you replied with.
You couldn’t just leave things as they were. Once you calmed down, you wanted to text Corpse, but how would you follow up the ungodly caps lock and screeching? Impossible. An idea sprung to mind, one that was brave. Taking the first step.
Instead of sending a text, you sent a voice memo.
“Thank you for the pizza, it was delicious.”
You voice still sounded a bit raspy. His reply was instant. Your heart skipped a beat. He sent a voice memo back.
“Glad you liked it, baby.”
He was going to be the death of you.
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tags (in italics is those i couldn’t tag! make sure all’s ok w your settings!) : @littlebabysandboxburritos - @fairywriter-oracle - @tsukishimawh0re - @ofstarsanddreams - @bbecc-a - @annshit - @leahh19 - @letsloveimagines - @bellomi-clarke - @wineandionysus - @guiltydols - @onephootinfrontoftheother - @liamakorn - @thirstyfangirl - @lilysdaydreams - @pan-ini - @mxqicshxp - @tanchosanke - @yoshinorecommends - @flightsandfantasy - @liljennyx3 - @slashersdream - @unknown-and-invisible - @sinister-sleep - @fivedicksinatrenchcoat - @mercury–moon - @peterparkerspjsuit - @unstableye - @simonsbluee - @shinyshimaagain - @ppopty - @siriuslystupid - @crapimahuman - @ofthedewthesunlight - @mythicalamphitrite - @artsyally - @corpsesimpp - @corpsewhitetee - @corpse-husbandsimp - @hyp-oh-critical - @roses-and-grasses - @rhyrhy462 - @sparklylandflaplawyer - @charbkgo - @airwaveee - @creativedogs - @kaitlyn2907 - @loxbbg - @afuckingunicornn - @fleurmoon - @yeolliedokai - @truly-dionysus - @multi-fandom-central707
more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙
#corpse husband#corpse#corpse husband x reader#corpse x reader#corpse husband imagine#corpse social media au#corpse husband fanfic#social media au#corpse husband x y/n#corpse x y/n#corpse husband fic#reader#xreader#imagine#imagines#myso#make you say oh
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2010′s Internet Memes Starters
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“Are you frustrated?”
“What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I-”
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“Excuse me sir, do you have a moment to talk about [insert]?”
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#ask meme#ask starter#sentence meme#sentence starter#original memes#inbox meme#inbox starters#rp meme#rp prompts#rp starter#Author's note: I'm so exhausted after making this. There are too many memes.#Anyway see you in like ten years when I make one for the memes of the 2020's
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secret santa
pairing: ransom drysdale x f!reader
a/n: this is so self indulgent. SO SELF INDULGENT. more self indulgent than anyone will ever be able to comprehend. before u all read this, i want u to know it was originally supposed to be about training ransom at a job, but then i realized that i nothing about 1. working at a coffee shop and 2. training an employee. also, i am the worst at writing dialogue. so i didn’t write a lot of dialogue LMAO enjoy :)
also, half of this was written at 1 am. just a warning
warnings: coffee shop au, enemies (kinda) to lovers, a lil fluff, not really angst but bitter feelings, kinda slow burn and then all the sudden a fast burn i’m sorry 😭
word count: 2.6k
You woke up to the sound of your alarm rumbling your bedside table sometime around the asscrack of dawn, and rubbed your eyes with a groan. Sometimes, you really couldn’t stand your job, but bills didn’t really pay themselves, did they? You rolled out of bed, and began your dreaded morning routine before heading out to start your opening shift at your local café.
Somewhere between warming up the espresso machine and taking out last night’s trash (which you shouldn’t have had to do in the first place), an older, yet expensive looking car pulled up to the front of the parking lot. You were a bit confused, as you’d never seen this vehicle, and it was quite clear that you weren’t exactly open yet. You watched as a tall man hopped out of the car, wearing a large peacoat and very unnecessary sunglasses. He approached the door, gave it a knock, then waited for you to come open it for him. Reluctantly, you made your way over, and in order to keep yourself safe, began to speak through the glass.
“Can I help you?” You asked in an annoyed tone, then gestured towards the piece of paper that labeled your hours on the door. There was no reason for any customer to be here this early. You looked up at the mystery man and made a rather intense eye contact with him. If this was any indicator of your crowd today, work was going to be far from pleasant.
“Yeah, I was told that I’m starting today?” He had a wicked smirk on his face, like he knew he was getting under your skin already. You hated people like him, and couldn’t believe that he could possibly be your coworker. On the bright side, he probably wouldn’t last long in the first place.
“Well, are you sure you’re here on time? I can’t see any situation where Melissa would schedule to open for your very first shift.” You commented with a furrowed brow.
“Eh, I kinda just figured I’d come in whenever. The girl in my bed was an early riser, so I thought to myself ‘Why not just come in now?’” He said casually.
“Your name?” You inquired, trying to keep your annoyance to yourself, and put on a customer service smile.
“Hugh, or Ransom,” he responded. You turned around, allowed yourself a huff and eye roll, then walked through the kitchen, and into the break room to check if he truly was a new employee, or just some random creep. Sure enough, a bright pink post-it note in very neat handwriting confirmed this man’s existence. You made your way back to the door, unlocked it, and let him in.
“Since you’re here, you should… set down the chairs,” you told him, less than entertained by his presence. You could just tell he was bad news. This Ransom guy was like the textbook definition of a red flag. He talked your ear off while you tried to get through your opening routine, some casual remarks about his last hookup, complaints about how he only got this job because his mother was a regular and good friends with your manager, and how he was threatened to get cut out of his grandfather’s will if he didn’t get employed soon, and what better way to spite your family than to mess up their daily coffees.
Eventually, a few more of your coworkers, along with your manager, Melissa, made it to the café before the morning rush began. You were sitting down at your typical barstool spot, and sipping an iced Americano when Melissa broke the news to you that you would be training the new employee. Upon hearing the news, you audibly groaned, and rubbed your forehead. There was no way that you could handle this man.
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During his first week, Ransom not only managed to offer (and successfully give) six customers his phone number, break two mugs, mess up more orders than even Euclid could comprehend, and spill straws a multitude of times all over the floor, but he began to flirt with you relentlessly. You had no idea why you’d become his new target of choice, when it was clear that he could have literally anyone he wanted. Maybe he liked that you were playing hard to get.
If you were being honest, you had to accept that he was handsome. And rich. And the definition of a fuckboy. And since you were being frank with yourself, you had to acknowledge that you were attracted to that ‘toxic and will treat you like shit’ kind of guy. You had a roster of ex boyfriends to prove that for you.
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It was a pretty slow Tuesday afternoon, which meant you were sitting on your phone until a customer placed an order. Eventually, the little bell above the door chimed, and an older man came through, ordering a dark and bitter drink, then standing by the counter to wait. You began to restock lids while Ransom took care of making the drink, and once it was ready, you passed it over to the man. The man in question took a rather large sip, then promptly spat it out.
“What the fuck is this!” He roared, barely giving you time to react before he proceeded to toss the drink at you, spilling most of the hot content on your apron.
You gasped, gawking down at your scorched and ruined clothing, then up at the customer, who’d turned around with a huff and left, leaving a stream of strong language on his way out. You bit back tears at the whole fiasco, and cringed as both the steamy drink, and your salty tears stung different parts of your body. You turned to look at the barista, who had passed you along the drink, and were met with no other than the white devil himself. It seemed that all the blood had drained from his already otherwise pale face.
“Oh my god, this is all my fault,” he began remorsefully. “Let me make it up to you somehow.”
“Whatever,” you huffed, running a hand through your hair, and shoving Ransom angrily while you more or less stomped into the staff bathroom.
You looked at yourself in the mirror and frowned before bringing up your bundled apron to your face and screaming into it. Stupid fucking customers. Stupid fucking job. Stupid fucking Ransom. It’s like he came to your job just to make it hell. You were tired of cleaning up all these messes for him, and honestly, you wish he’d just quit already. The longer you worked with him, the more tempted you were to pour sugar in his gas tank, then take a club and break all the windows in the Beemer.
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For the next month, your brain was completely elsewhere at work. Your brain was constantly going back and forth with you between finding Ransom hot and horrendous. While the pair of you finished up closing one night, you heard your coworker begin to speak to you as you placed your hand on the keys in your pocket.
“I know you hate me, Y/N. I get it. What that guy did to you was awful, and yes it was my fault, but what else have I done to hurt you?” He asked, seemingly out of the blue. You weren’t even sure how to respond. Ignoring the man and demonizing him in your head had become almost a second nature. “I mean, I think we could’ve been good friends. Even though you seem to think I’m devil incarnate, I think you’re a pretty cool chick-“ he continued before being cut off by you.
“Why do you even care?” you burst out, “Ransom, you just don’t get it do you? You’re just.. a douchebag. I get it, you have your moments where you’re candid and open with people, but half of the time you’re talking, you’re objectifying someone. Or bragging about something you own. Don’t get me wrong, I could get past what you did to me on accident, but you seriously have to work on yourself,” the words just seemed to pour out without your control. “Goodnight, Ransom,” you said simply before leaving the café for the night.
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Since that day, the tension between you and Ransom had evidently become more thick. Since he was finally finished training with you, you made sure to only speak to him if you absolutely needed to, and even then, you only communicated with him in brief and straightforward answers. Sure, it seemed like a small thing to be upset about, and sure, he’d apologized, but something told you that any excuse to stay away from Ransom was a good excuse.
Though he appeared to be an immoral and selfish man, he seemed genuinely sorry for all that he’d put you through. Occasionally, you’d be sitting in the break room and look up from your phone to see him watching you. When you’d make eye contact, he would look like he wanted to say something to you, but your petty ass would leave, or look back at your phone. He was bad news anyway.
Your boss quickly caught onto what was going on between the two of you, and usually, Melissa didn’t like to participate in petty drama, but your new sour mood was such a stark contrast from before, and it seemed to shift the whole mood of the café.
That afternoon, Melissa called for a team meeting a bit before closing, and suggested a family dinner along with a Secret Santa. She’d said something along the lines of ‘It’s been way too long since we’ve done a team bonding activity, and a gift exchange is perfectly fitting for the Holiday season.’ This did make you perk up, as Melissa had a great taste in restaurants, and you were always down for a good gift exchange.
Melissa then told everyone to write their names down, then put them in a decorative Santa hat. You and your coworkers obliged, then began to pass around the hat once again in order to draw a name. You really hoped to get Xavier. You had the perfect idea of something he’d love. As you drew a piece of paper from the hat, you imagined the matching pair of fluffy socks for a human and dog that you’d passed by during your last trip to Target. You began to unfold it, thinking of what color he might like the most, when you looked down and saw ‘Ransom’ drawn out in chicken scratch.
You tried your best to mask your annoyance at who you received, but on the inside, you were seething. You mentally cursed the universe out while you pulled on your coat, and grimaced to yourself once you got out to your car. How were you supposed to get this asshole a gift?
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The week leading up to the exchange went fairly well for you, although it was getting a bit exhausting to be so mad at Ransom all the time. You tried to be less harsh with him, considering you needed to learn more about him in order to get him a somewhat decent gift for your exchange.
He’d seem to have taken your conversation with him to heart, and began to talk less and less about other girls when he was working with you. He didn’t comment on how well your jeans fit you, and you noticed that he’d often overextend himself in order to help you with (pretty basic) daily aspects of the job. Ransom would ask you questions about yourself, and your family, and speak less about himself. If you were honest with yourself, he was becoming a better man. And the best part was, he seemed to be doing it just for you. The thought of which brought heat to your face.
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On the night of the exchange, you threw on a hideous and scratchy Christmas sweater before picking up your neatly wrapped gift for Ransom. You truly hoped that he’d like it, even though it certainly wasn’t the most expensive item. You bid farewell to your cat, then went on your way to the restaurant. You had to admit, you were a bit late. So it should’ve been no surprise when you arrived, and found that the only seat left at the table was next to Ransom. You gave him a cordial smile before sitting down and ordering yourself a glass of Merlot.
Something about being so close to him was kind of riling you up. The strong timbre sent coming off of him was making your whole body feel slightly warmer than normal, and you tried to ignore this strange sensation while you talked and joked with your coworkers. At one point, Ransom leaned in nice and close to you, and began to speak to you.
“Jesus Christ, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as hideous as Karmen’s sweatshirt,” he whispered right into the shell of your ear. Maybe it was the wine talking, but that simple action sent a whole chill through your body, and made you flush even harder than you’d flushed before. You let out a little giggle and nodded in agreement, looking across the table at her very ugly sweater.
“To be fair, the whole point of this was to wear something really ugly,” you turned your head back to where it was before, only to find that Ransom had somehow moved even closer to you.
“I just don’t know where you find something like that,” he commented, gazing much too deep into your eyes. You swore you felt the room shift after he began looking at you like that. There was about a 20% chance that you’d be able to keep your panties on after this kind of exchange. Luckily for you, a waitress broke the tension for you, setting down a few plates for everyone, then bidding them farewell. Damn.
The food was amazing, and didn’t last very long, meaning that it was time to pass gifts around sooner than later. You watched as Amy received a gift card from Sophie, Emily opened a plethora of chocolates gifted to her by Melissa, and Xander whiffed a candle given to him by Kennedy, then, it was your turn. You glanced around the table before you felt the arm next to you reach down, then hand you an oversized gift bag.
“I hope you like it,” Ransom said with a shy smile. You casually felt your cheeks on your way to pull out the very large item. You found it was a very large, and soft, hand knit blanket. It looked like it could’ve cost a small fortune, and you immediately found yourself embarrassed.
“Oh wow. This is perfect! Thank you so much,” you grinned over at your coworker, who seemed to be blushing himself. “Well, I guess I should probably give you this then,” you chuckled awkwardly before passing him your wrapped package. He tore it open barbarically, then began to laugh. Of all the gifts in the world, you two had gotten each other somewhat similar items. Sure, it wasn’t hand knit with the love of some grandma who ran a small business on Etsy, but it was the thought that counts.
“I love it, Y/N,” he exclaimed, looking deep into your eyes once again. He ran his fingers through the soft fabric, then set a hand on your arm. In that moment, it felt like time stopped. It was just you two, sitting in a quiet room, enjoying the presence of each other. You don’t even know what had gotten into you, but before you knew it, you felt a nose pressed up against yours, and a billion butterflies erupt out of your stomach. You heard a few grimaces from your coworkers at the sappy, Hallmark-like moment but what could you say.
Maybe Ransom was not that bad after all.
#ransom thrombey x you#ransom drysdale x reader#ransom thrombey x reader#ransom drysdale x you#knives out fanfic#hey i wrote that lol
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Hiya! Big Thx for answering to my last request. I was really curious what would be Starish and QN's reaction if their s/o was an artist and asked to paint them naked and the reaction after they see the painting. Thank you a lot. (btw, im sorry u got sunburned, hope u r better :)) )
Its people like you that keep me going by being nice 😭 so thanks BB I'm fine. It hurt the first couple days but my skin's calming down a lot. And I'm always happy to answer :3 hope this is okay!
Warning: slight NSFW. Nothing graphic but if you're sensitive to that, don't read.
STARISH + QUARTET NIGHT reacting to being painted naked by their s/o
Natsuki:
When you first brought it up, he honestly felt kind of self conscious? He's a big guy so the painting would take a while and it made him blush to think about being naked in front of you for that long, even if you've seen him naked before. However, halfway through the session he calms down and starts to relax, joking, and even commenting on how you should paint both of you together sometime, which will just get him scolded because he's supposed to be still! Once the painting is finished and he sees it, all he can do was stare in awe. You captured everything so perfectly!!! Honestly just amazed at how you can get the painting to look so real and won't stop complimenting for days.
Tokiya:
Not shy per se, but uncomfortable at first. Sure you guys have seen each other naked, plenty of times! But this is like… you staring at him for hours on end and he can't even (make a) move. If you pester him enough though, he'll agree with a sigh and oblige. Don't ask him to smile though because his face doesn't work like that. But that's okay ??? Because the serious look he has on in the painting, with his hand just barely hovering over his package has him staring at himself for hours after the painting is done. Honestly finds himself so hot in the painting and might ask you to make another one.
Cecil:
Draw me like one of your french girls #1. Agrees immediately. Anything for his princess! Strips in such a way that you almost don't want to just paint him anymore. The whole process takes an entire day though because he just. Wont. Shut. Up. You have to remind him that paintings are quiet and dont speak, but that doesnt stop him. Reminds you that he's very tan and the tattoo on his chest has to be just right since its a special symbol from his country. Honestly annoys you half the time, but the painting turns out so good. You even put some fruit and velvet accessories around him to try and emphasize on him and his heritage and God those grapes barely covering his cock really bring it out… 10/10 approves.
Ren:
Draw me like one of your french girls #2. Already stripping before you finish your sentence, but also orders you to strip and paint naked because "I can't be the only one being stared at when i have such a goddess in front of me." You reluctantly agree, though his stare makes you almost mess up a couple times and oh my god the comments he dashes out and the things he says he will do to you after ward have you squirming in place. Ren might be a model with the body of a God but he's playing dirty. But the finished painting? Beautiful. And he says that too. Also says that now whenever he's gone, you'll have something to pleasure yourself to ;)
Otoya:
Blushes and almost passes out. Studders out an answer about how embarrassing that is and why would you want that and omg he's hyperventilating. You have to calmly reassure him that it's just a painting and it won't hurt him. No one else will see it because it will be in you guys' bedroom, or bathroom if he finds that safer. Gives in at some point because he doesn't want to disappoint you and lays down on the couch, completely red. You almost couldnt differentiate between his face and his hair and at some point his thoughts began to wander and uh oh now he's hard. But that's okay because it makes for that much more of a good painting. When he sees it, he's still embarrassed but also amazed by your artistic ability. Still makes you promise that it will go somewhere where no one sees it.
Syo:
Literally shrieks when you bring it up to him. You want what? Why? How? Are you gonna sell it? Has so many questions. You have to reassure him, much like Otoya, that no one else sees it and he'll agree to it. Is also blushing during the session but his is more like a soft pink hue and he tries so hard to keep his thoughts under control. Asks for at least some props to take some of the attention away from him and so you tell him to take out his violin. Have you ever seen a naked man with his violin? No? Have you ever seen a wet artist? Now you have. Both of you were so amazed with the outcome that it was almost cringe. Asks to have it in the bedroom so he can admire himself and also your skills.
Masato:
LMAO have fun convincing him. Least likely of all to be comfortable with this and it will take forever for him to get there. However, if you tell him he can wear his Yukata to cover up some of his skin, like it being draped around his shoulders or hanging over one of his legs, he might be more willing. He just doesnt like to see all of himself naked so at least respect that aspect. Also demands you make him melon bread after this. Is also a blushing mess during the session, worse than otoya even and you have to remind him to breathe every once in a while because youre genuinely scared he might pass out. Once the painting is done, though, he will actually be shook. He looks so good? And might he even say, sexy? Is this really him? Plz give this boy some love ;-;
Reiji:
Draw me like one of your french girls #3. Much like Ren, he's also stripping and trying out different poses. Want his butt in the air? His dick hard and erect? A hand sliding down his happy trail? Honestly tries to make this more of a porno than it has to be. Also demands some sexy time for his "hard work of sitting there doing nothing when you can stare at his naked glory for as long as you want" poor Reiji pulls the pouty lip and all and its honestly cute so you agree. You have him lay on the couch, hands crossed behind his head and his legs spread open, one popped up on the couch and the other steady on the floor. The finished result? Puts Michaelangelo to shame. At least according to reiji. Kisses your neck as he admires your art and kindly reminds you that even though he's the painting, you still have to pay your debt.
Ranmaru:
Draw me like one of your french girls #4. Honestly so not opposed to the idea at all. Has so much confidence going into this and is hella smug about it. However, once he actually has been against the red velvet pillows with a leather gloved finger between his teeth for twenty minutes or so, he starts to blush. Didnt realize you had to stare at him for this long and though he's comfortable being naked in front of you, he still feels a little too watched under your gaze. On the other hand, you were patting your own shoulder because oh my lord your man is hot. Leather is his thing. You can feel yourself being turned on by your own idea and when you see your finished painting you stare at it in awe for so long that Ranmaru becomes worried. Asks if its wrong, if it was the wrong angle, etc… but when he sees it for himself, he gets that smug grin back on his face. "Damn babe. I look hot."
Camus:
Knows you can paint well. Has all the confidence in the world. Totally down to do this. But "Don't waste his time" and "I'm expecting you to capture all of me in all my glory" has you kind of scared to mess up. Camus is beautiful and he knows it. Wont settle for less. You have him sprawled out on his silk bed, a hand resting against the side of his head and a book as a prop, gently laid against the upper side of his chest. You call it "sophisticated grace". But oh dear Camus knows exactly what he's doing and he's purposefully giving you the bedroom eyes during the whole session, his crystal blues covered by a dark lust. You take in a deep breath a couple of times and wonder if you can actually last through this without jumping on him, but you do and once you're done, Camus comes up behind you and analyzes the painting like it's the most important thing on this planet. He doesn't say anything though and it has you worried that he doesnt like it and saw too many flaws but the next thing you feel is his hot breath against your neck and his low voice whispering in your ear, "I believe you deserve payment for this."
Ai:
Confused? Why would you want to paint him? Humans are weird. He's so cute and innocent and it almost makes you giggle. He agrees to it though because he's interested in how you'd capture him and so he poses for you in one of the white, deep seated chairs that's in the corner of your living room. His skin is flawless and the early morning sun is at just the right angle, coming through the window that it makes his whole being glow up golden. It's better than the sistine Chapel. It's divine and you blush at the thought of this being your man. So catches that of course, and smiles to himself. He feels a sense of pride that you chose him for such an...intimate painting and he's sure to properly thank you later. The finished product has him in awe. He looks so good? Like an angel. And he thanks you with a deep kiss for making him look like that.
#uta no prince sama#uta no prince shining live#utapri starish stillnotsorry#best anime#quartet night#starish#utanoprincesama#utapri headcanons#natsuki shinomiya#ichinose tokiya#cecil aijima#ren jinguji#otoya ittoki#kurusu syo#hijirikawa masato#reiji kotobuki#ranmaru kurosaki#camus#ai mikaze
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lmao oh man. ok ive been talking to a guy who from the start knew i wasnt interested in any romantic stuff - i told him up front, he told me he wasnt either. cool cool. so we met for a coffee and yeah im not attracted to him, but he is intellectually stimulating u know. like where you can have many hours of conversation because hes really communicative and blunt and honest and has a very different view on life than me etc. which i like about him. i learn so much from direct opposites. we become friends. well, flirty friends, but honestly he is the only one doing the flirting during this entire time. ive been very specific not to as to not send any mixed signals, and have had to dodge some straight-forward sexual stuff a few times. not at all because i dont want to talk sex, we have absolutely talked sex, but not with each other, and i just really dont want him to think im attracted.
however he turned out to be a pretty... petty and unchill person. at times, anyway. as i said i like talking to him and do so quite often, or did so anyway, up until recently. a while ago he started to get very contrarian, like, edgy? rude, but at first in a playful way. i dont have a problem with rude when its in a playful/comunicative way, im amused by that and i indulge in dishing it back playfully from time to time. but it was very obvious he was doing it because i mentioned i was into "rude" guys, maybe once, when we were talking about my former love interests. and by rude i definitely dont mean as in someone whos all high and mighty, self-entitled, or stuff like personal attacks, im talking about a kind of humor, or in a charming, charismatic and mischievous way. and maybe that is my fault for not specifying what that actually meant, idk. its still kind of strange completely rearranging your personality based on something i said once, you know? it all felt very contrived to me.
but anyway, he also started to get pissed off that i would see my friends but couldnt see him (he lives in a different city...) and about how i could afford to go drink beer with my friends and not drink tea at his place (he also doesnt drink and, again, lives in a different city) and im like... ok first, im not even that into you in comparison, i will always pick my friends over others, i prioritize my money (i am by NO MEANS wealthy omfg) the way i want and on what is proportional to what i get out of the experience. im not going to put out a lot of money on a train ticket to sit at home with you, a guy ive met in public ONCE, when i have all of my biggest friend groups in this city, here, where i live, and we enjoy drinking beer, watching soccer, going to the beach, hanging out in parks, having game nights and hosting and going to parties etc etc. heck yes im going to spend my last money on being with them. and i have told him this, and also that if i had more of a disposable income right now i would obviously be freer to do whatever. ive never been against going to his place to hang out and not having it involve any alcohol, thats all cool, but right now i just cant afford it, and i would prefer to hang out in public some more. but hes not into my scene, so what am i gonna do. and i dont think its strange to think like, i know my last bucks will get me two beers at the cheapest bar, but two beers are still not the price of a (one-way) train ticket. but he just... gets mad about it. in a very childish way. and i keep a very open an honest discussion with him, and most of the time he gets it. hes not dumb or socially awkward, i know hes not, but hes kind of... hard to deal with, i guess is the right word, when there is a personal relationship. in a not so charming way. where he can come off as uncertain, distristful(!) and a bit egocentrical. a classic "ive been hurt by hierarchy for most of my life so now im always on high alert and im going to be as obtuse and snarky as possible so i can feel like i have some sort of control and i WILL take up space and society WILL give me what i feel ive been cheated of my entire life also emotionally im a scared child and really really need validation but im never ever going to admit that". most of the time hes not, but when he started "demanding" to know why i couldnt hang out, or what my expenses were(!!) i immediately got turned off. having to motivate or explain your life and choices to a person youve met once and that you, sure, appreciate, but that you dont really know? no thanks. people not trusting me or my reasons makes me angry, because i put so much value in honesty, so i got angry at him (which is VERY not my character). and he kind of took a step back.
we havent spoken as intensely since then, maybe two weeks ago, and i honestly dont mind except for i like to write and communicate with a lot of people about a lot of stuff to keep myself occupied and he is now one less person to do that with i guess. but now he casually struck up a convo on my snapchat on a post "where i looked hot". i was like heh thanks! and he went on saying "i need to remind myself of how good-looking you are sometimes... kind of stupid actually"
so im like... uhuh... why would you need to remind yourself of that? already finding it a bit cringey
and he says "because i forget about you? xD"
aaaand im rolling my eyes trying not to gag. he is obviously looking for a reaction and im like wtf are we 15
then he fucking says, all philosophical like: "sometimes we need to be reminded why we start talking to/hitting on someone in the first place" and i was just like...... ok stop... what a fucking backhanded compliment. that actually was you telling me that i havent been paying attention to you that much and you want my attention.
god.
again, so turned off by this kind of personality. and i dont mean that only sexually, i mean... i dont think we can be friends, man. youre acting kinda gross. "we" as in, people of the earth, dont need to be reminded of that. that is not a universal truth. this is cringyness, a wounded ego on a high horse.
idk maybe he was trying to be nice or trying to say hes sorry because he was out of line earlier, but i genuinely dont think he thinks so himself, but... ugh. i am not into this. i am not into him. i have been doing my best not to string him along by the way, by being veeeery open about the fact that i sleep with different people, and not just guys, and that i like being single right now and that i have many issues to take care of and heal, so i hope he doesnt feel like ive been doing that to him for some reason.
im just very over this guy. i basically answered him that it sounded more like a backhanded compliment than anything else and that i know ive been bad at ~paying attention~ to him in that way lately, and that im aware of that because im just not interested in paying that kind of attention to anyone at all right now. lets see what his response is. i bet on either a douche guy "lmao ok i was just giving you a compliment chill" or a niceguy/neckbeard "wow youre not better than me". or perhaps hell be an adult about it. i feel like i do have some faith in him still.
but jesus christ the cringe
update: this was a while ago and i dont remember what he answered but it surprisingly wasnt any of the above. we stopped talking for a few months tho and now im in love with a gorgeous person that i recently became exclusive with. this guy is still someone i talk to now and then on snapchat. he semi-regularly drops compliments on my selfies and i guess thats just fine, but his snaps are very very bitter and sometimes i can tell he wants to get my attention. 🤷♂️
#what a fuckin#nice guy#right??#honestly... it hurts me to say but he kind of reminds me of a#neckbeard#not an#incel#although he can come off as bitter at the world but i know hes not delusional#im just... so done#hey!#cuestar
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The Ghost Of You
20 - You’re Finally Mine
This chapters songs:
I Follow You; Melody's Echo Chamber
Hot Rod; Dayglow
My Jinji; Sunset Rollarcoaster
- Y. L. Perspective
I let out a low groan, attempting to stretch out my arms and legs. But when I touched Koshi's, I remember that we were latched onto each other. Throughout the night, I hadn't imagined that sleeping with him would be so peaceful. His gentle hands holding me against him, the way a simple hum would run vibrations throughout his chest, and best of all: being able to look at such a lovely face to wake up to.
He pays my back gently, followed by his gentle voice. "Y/n? Are you awake?"
I open my eyes slightly to peek at him. A very bright sun ray showered his grey hair and fair skin. "Hm? Yes, I am now." Shoving my face back into his chest, I sigh. "What time is it?"
"It's ten. I'm sorry for waking you, but Isao is wondering if you want breakfast," Koshi explains briefly.
I blink a few times to refresh my mind, nodding slightly. Was his brother serious about making our food? That was something I hadn't experienced in a while. I usually made things for myself or ate leftovers for breakfast.
After Koshi dismisses his little brother, he proceeded to pat my back as if I were falling back asleep. "How did you sleep? I hope I wasn't bothering you all night," he asks me.
"Pretty good. I was very comfortable." A smile appeared on my face without any effort. I trail my fingers across his collarbone under his t-shirt, thankful that my first night with Koshi was as calming as sleeping through the rain. "What about you?"
I was hoping that I hadn't kicked him or done something embarrassing while I was asleep. The risk was a high percentage, especially since I'd spent the night mostly laying on his chest.
But Koshi didn't say much. He only gave me a very warning smile and tightened his hands upon my waist, maneuvering closer towards me. Curious yet scared of what he would do, I grew frantic, feeling my face heat up while he did so. And finally, he closed his eyes, brushing his lips against mine, before kissing me gently.
My hands rushed up to his face as my shoulders stiffened. Such a sudden action made my heart beat out of its chest, I was sure he could hear it.
Unfortunately, he ended our kiss after a few seconds, pulling away from me slightly.
"So, I'm guessing that's a yes?" I manage to let out a few words in my tired voice. Koshi nods, sitting up from his spot.
That was the first time I'd woken up in his bed while lying next to him. And boy, did I cherish that moment as if it were impossible to forget.
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"Good morning, Ms. L/n," Isao chimes as Koshi and I walk into the kitchen with our zombie-like behaviors.
Nonetheless, I smile at the boy, happy to be seeing his familiar face. I was beginning to grow on him and his playful personality. I bow and greet him a good morning as well, before Koshi bumps his hip into mine, laying a hand on my back. "Y/n, you don't have to bow every time you see them." He says to me, making me shoot up to stand straight.
"Uh, sorry! I guess it's just an impulse I do to people," I explain myself, followed by Isao's sweet laughter.
"That's alright! I was just about done," he says, placing a small piece of fish onto a pile of a couple of other pieces. Next to the grill pan was some white rice and a pot of miso soup.
The smell fills my nose and I begin to build up my appetite. "Oh, okay! Would you like me to get started on some tea?" I hurry to the other side of the kitchen and attempt to search for a pot. But of course, Koshi stands there with one in his large hands, grinning at me.
"You're our guest, Ms. L/n! Please, sit." Isao carries the plate of rice and fish to the table, accompanied by a few bowls of miso soup. I hadn't been welcomed with such a normal morning breakfast in so long. Not even my friends' parents treated me like this. But mostly because we were all family to each other.
I could only hope that I didn't look too bad. I had changed into some pajama pants and a smaller shirt so I wouldn't look like a homeless man walking around such a nice house. But freshening up my hair, breath, and face could only do so much. As for Koshi, he still looked as beautiful as ever in the mornings.
I make myself comfortable in the same chair I'd say in the previous night, waiting for Koshi and Isao to join me. After they did, I said my thanks, and we began to eat our breakfast.
To my surprise, Isao wasn't half bad at making food. In fact, it was very delicious. Mostly because I hadn't had such a good breakfast meal in what felt like a million years.
"So!" Isao cleared his throat with a gulp of green tea.
"How did you love birds sleep?"
The boy clapped his hands enthusiastically. The nickname made me cringe on the inside, but I simply chuckled lightly and shrugged my shoulders. "Pretty good. You guys have such a lovely home," I comment, replied with a nod from Isao.
"Yeah, yeah. So your band; are you guys popular and all? Sorry, I know that probably isn't what you might want to talk about, but I'm interested in Koshi's new girlfriend," he says, followed by one of Koshi's passive-aggressive throat clearings.
I eye both of them, smiling awkwardly while swallowing my food. "Uhm, it's okay. We're fairly known by a few people at school and some family. Our discography is small since we mostly produce covers or requests we receive from our amount of fans."
It was obvious that Isao was very excited about having a musician in his house. I was only worried that Koshi would grow tired of talking about music. So, I take the wheel of questions and begin my mission to find out more about his family.
"What about you? Are you interested in any sports or art hobbies?" I ask, wiping my hands on one of the small towelettes he gave me earlier.
Isao nods. "Kind of! I like messing around with the drums now and then. But I mostly did a lot of volleyball back in middle school."
I hadn't thought about how old Isao might have been. Curious, I ask, "wait—how old are you? I didn't know you were in high school."
Little did I know that it wasn't something Koshi and Isao weren't up to talk about that subject, for they glanced at each other with surprised looks. "Uh...I should be starting in-person high school after the summer break. Right now, I've been doing homeschooling."
"Oh..that must be nice!" I attempt to lighten the mood a bit. "Are you excited? You get to experience a lot of new and fun things in high school. I'm positive you'll find something you like. Do you plan on going to Karasuno or...?"
"Yeah, I do. I only wish Koshi could have been a second year so we could be closer together!"
The mentioned man coughs while drinking his tea, wiping it soon after. "Uhm, don't worry. I have a couple of people who'll be looking out for you." I assumed he was talking about the volleyball team. Isao would no doubt fit in with those guys.
"You said that you're going to the states after graduation. Is that true?" The sudden question makes both Koshi and me choke on our rice. The only time that I would ever discuss the matter was with my friends. I was always afraid that talking about it in front of him would cause problems between us.
Noticing I grew uncomfortable, Koshi interrupts with yet another question. "Would you like to come with me to Y/n's concert? It's not much of a concert...more of a competition for bands. But if it's okay with her, I could take you with me. I know we'd both love to see her perform live, right?"
Isao practically jumps at the statement. "Wow—really?! Of course! Can we go, Ms. L/n?" He looks at me with big puppy eyes in excitement. How could I have said no?
Proud, I nod to the boy. "Sure thing. But you've gotta be careful in the crowds. There will be lots of people there."
The rest of breakfast was used as a way for Isao and I to get to know each other. Though they came from the same mother and father, Koshi and he were two very different people. It could have been that they got different types of acknowledgment from their parents, or they coped with their mother in different ways. He sure seemed like a rowdy boy. Very charismatic, curious, and a top-notch smart ass.
Koshi and I helped tidy up the kitchen, he notified us he would be going over to a friend's house. I was only to assume that this friend was like family to him, for Koshi dismissed him as if it were nothing. After that, we decided to begin getting ready for the training camp.
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A/n: If you come across messages from the guys that sound cringe it's only because I'm trying to make them sound realistic aka what they would actually text like😭
Crow crew
Daichi
Hope everyone is heading to the gym soon
Let's try not to give Takeda a hard time this weekend. He's been treating us very kindly these past few weeks.
Tanaka
Yeah man he got us a really cool new manager
haha thanks
Asahi
Who's ####
Tanaka
I just said
Really cool new manager
Aka Sugas gf
Koshi
Istg
Noya
R u serious my brother😕
So you just take every girl you see now
Asahi
Suga didn't tell me that:0
Koshi
The way we haven't even been together for 24 hours and you somehow managed to figure it out
Tanaka
WAIT IT IS TRUE-
Daichi
This is literally supposed to be a group
chat meant for volleyball only
Leave Koshi's personal life alone and mind your own business guys
Noya
Don't be so uptight 🗣
Y/n I thought you liked me 💔
What about all that stuff you told me under the cherry blossom tree
Daichi
Noya oh my god
Asahi
Wow, this escalated!!
Daichi
Where are you guys, heading to the school hopefully?
Koshi
Y/n and I just left the house
Is Kiyoko there yet guys
Kiyoko
Almost :))
Meet me in the girl's locker room
Noya
HOW THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT
Tanaka
WH
What lmao
Tanaka
YOU SUMMONED HER
Noya
YEAH SHOW US YOUR WAYS DARK LORD
Bc I'm god( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Ennoshita
Hey everyone
At the gym👌🏻
Yamaguchi
Good afternoon!!🌞
THE EMOJI WXBISJS
Yamaguchi
SHSHSHS
Tsukishima
it's gay
Noya
You're gay
Tsukishima
Wtf lmao no I'm not shut up
Tanaka
You've triggered something
Daichi
Stop it guys
Hinata
OMG I WOKE UP LATE
Koshi
Uhh
Try to get to the gym fast
Asahi
Hey you shouldn't text and drive
Tanaka
Especially when you got your girl in the passenger seat🤨
Koshi
Don't worry guys it's me
[image of you and Koshi in the car]
Kageyama
who's dirivng
Yamaguchi
Driving* and Koshi is obviously driving in the picture🙄
Kageyama
Im talk shout the training camp
Daichi
Takeda, he's taking his van like always
Hinata
CAN WE BRING SNACKS PLEASE???
Daichi
Yes but not to eat in the car bc I don't wanna cause Takeda any issues with having to clean it
###-###-####
That's fine with me!! Hinata can bring snacks( ◠‿◠ )
Is that Takeda Senseis number
Tanaka
Yes
Koshi
Pls try not to make a big deal of Y/n and I
Noya
Why wouldn't we💀
it's not even that huge + I'm sure you guys don't care that much
Tsukishima
Yeah I don't
Tanaka
Cmon noya that's one of kiyokos best friends we can't be mean😥
Noya
SHEEESH alr see you guys soon
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- K. S. Perspective
"...are you telling me that she's coming with us?" I look at Daichi with a very serious face, afraid of what he would respond with.
I thought it was flattering that Eclair wanted to spend her afternoons at volleyball practice with the team. But was it appropriate to have her come with us to the weekend training camp?
Daichi sighed. "Well, she did ask Takeda and I beforehand and we didn't have it in us to tell her no. Besides, she is a big help to us. She's been doing a lot more than talk to the second years as of recently. Don't you think you're worrying too much about it? I'm sure she won't make a move on you again, especially now that you've got a girlfriend."
"She doesn't know that, dammit." I cross my arms and sink into my seat. I knew that she wouldn't take the news lightly when she found out. If I were lucky, she would last her entire stay in Japan without knowing.
He sighs again, adjusting himself in the seat. "Koushi, just fall asleep. We'll be there in only an hour."
It didn't hurt me that Daichi didn't want to talk about Eclair. She was draining, after all. I prayed that she wouldn't be causing issues during this weekend. The last thing I needed was another inconvenience.
Instead of sitting with Kiyoko the way she usually did, she had to sit alone. Eclair insisted she take her spot next to Kiyoko, but Y/n didn't want to make a big deal of it.
As the bus began driving off into the evening, I look over to the girl, observing her tired eyes as they wander over the valleys outside. Did she mind being alone? I wasn't sure. All I knew was that I wanted more than anything to sneak over to her seat when no one was looking. To have her head rest nicely on my shoulder.
'Would anyone even notice if I were gone?' I think to myself, checking if my best friend was still awake. Sure enough, he was dozing off against the window, giving me an open spot to sneak up next to her.
Careful not to be noticed by Takeda or any other volleyball members, I crouch over to the seat in front of mine. Y/n looks over in a flash, taking both her earphones out. "Kou, what are you doing? Are you allowed to sit next to me?" She whispers to me before the two of us lock eyes.
"I have no clue, but you look tired," I say to her as she closes her eyes and smiles gently. The orange-colored sunlight showered down on her beautiful features, making my heart melt right there in the moment. Desperate to feel her, I bump her head with my shoulder, offering her a personal pillow. She happily accepts and fits right between my left collar bone, making me beam with joy. I pay close attention to her small flinch when I began to ever so gently squeeze her thigh lovingly. Dear Y/n was finally all mine and no one else's, finally. Of course, I knew she belonged to herself and had personal boundaries that I wouldn't dare cross. She was an independent and reluctant girl after all. But my girl. One I would love forever and ever.
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Yes I still added fluff at the end what abt it😾
Ily pls note and comment I read every single comment you guys give me and it makes me seriously so happy
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WELL it was an easy read and I finished the book already. I gotta do a classic Dani Vents About a Story post that will include significant spoilers, so be careful if you are reading/want to read The Mercies by Kiran Millwood Hargraves. I’m about to bitch about it a lot, but overall it was an interesting book that I’d still (mostly) recommend if you have an interest in historical fiction surrounding the Norwegian witch trials.
Most of it was really good, although a few theme threads and character arcs completely fell apart in the final act. I knew it was going to be dark-- again, 17th century witch trial shit-- but the actual “murder my favorite characters” bit thankfully didn’t begin until pretty late in the story, which lets the focus remain more on the lives of the women vs their horrific deaths. The author does a (mostly) great job at creating interesting characters you fall in love with, and succeeded immensely at bringing the landscape and village of Vardo to life.
BUT
IN THE LAST LITERAL FOUR PAGES, THE NARRATIVE TOOK ALL THE MEANING THAT THE PROTAGANISTS HAD CREATED OUT OF THEIR HARDSHIPS AND THREW IT OVER A CLIFF (LITERALLY! & EACH USE OF THIS WORD HERE HAS BEEN THE PROPER USE. although i guess a fictional event cannot be truly ‘literal’ BUT WHATEVER I AM NOT GETTING LOST IN THE WEEDS WITH PEDANTICS). I am so fucking mad, and it serves as a reminder to why I typically don’t read/watch many period pieces these days, unless it is a period setting in a fantasy/sci fi world. So many people think that in order to bE rEaLiStIc when writing about periods in history, you simply MUST be as grimdark as possible, especially with conclusions, but I find that perspective boring and uncreative as hell. Bitch it’s already fiction! it’s already lies! you are god in the universe you write, have some courage and don’t concede to established tropes that center on garish suffering to define the experiences of historically (& contemporaneously) marginalized people! At least in a medieval-set fantasy story, you get the vibes of the historical setting, but also your friends can swoop by on a dragon and rescue the innocent pants-wearing fisherwoman who is about to be burned alive by the racist woman-hating church.
Now don’t get me wrong, I love a story with a messy & unhappy ending. I even love an occasional grimdark story! But as I get older, I see & feel more the evils which inspired these historical events and how they still burden our world today, and I do not enjoy spending my free time reading/watching movies that are centered on suffering for suffering’s sake-- if I want a story about senseless violence & the underdogs who never win, I will just turn on the fucking news. SO, for me, the dark stories I do enjoy cannot just be traumaporn in a difference shell, the darkness has. to. make. sense. You can’t spend 300 pages on a woman overcoming her grief of losing her brother/father/fiancé/half her village & learning how to be a #StrongIndependantWoman, then have her just kill herself on the last page. It just isn’t narratively good, it just isn’t! And to be clear, the author could have gone WAYYYYYYYY darker in many places throughout the book & did not even come close to going full grimdark. I think overall she greatly succeeded at balancing hope & hopelessness. It was done so well in fact that I was lulled into a false sense of security that maybe just maybe there might be a way out for our ladies, a conclusion that didn’t end with the kind of complete misery that historic fiction tends to skew towards. But there is this overwhelming sense in the final few pages that, probably due to the aforementioned loyalty to perceived “historical accuracy”, she hadn’t included enough suffering (even though there is PLENTY of tragedy to go around by that point) & she didn’t know how to finish the story. So when in doubt, kill 👏 those 👏 gays 👏 (although we don’t know the fate of the other woman, who has entire chapters given from her perspective, but Meren just says bye & we never hear about Ursa again 😤)
Which brings us to, yeah, it did have gay shit like I thought, and up until the garbage of the last four pages, it was a very touching romance. But it too concluded in a way that is only satisfying if you squint, and adds to the inconsistencies that I mentioned above. I’ve never in my life said this before, and it makes me ill to even type this, but, *sob* it probably would have been a better story if the two women had remained platonic friends and no touch-a the booba. I know a lot of people think I’m One of Those cringe queers who will read/watch absolute garbage just if there is a queer person (which tbf I definitely also do sometimes, & it’s actually very valid of me, thank u very much), but if that were true I would have finished that awful Warming Trend book that I blogged about like 2 years go, or read any of the hundreds of stupid “subtext” trash that folks like to recommend, or ship Supercorp (no offense to anyone who ships them, I get it, Katie McGrath is hot, but come on, there is a perfectly good lesbian already on the show), or watched Glee. No, I do actually have some standards-- Are they super high, as a love-starved reader/viewer who uses romantic fiction as a primary means of escapism/coping with my shitty life? No, lmao. But as a writer, and as a queermo, nothing grinds my gears more than a badly executed lgbtq+ storyline.
Anyway, I just finished the book an hour ago so my crankiness & disappointment is raw and thus I am all over the place with this rant. I hope I’m not coming off as being too hard on the author, because despite it’s flaws, I am very glad to have serendipitously found The Mercies, and I look forward to checking out KMH’s other works. It’s been a long time since I’ve dug into a book and read it in just a few sittings like I did this, repeating “just one more chapter” for hours until it’s suddenly 3 am, and despite the fuckery to my sleep schedule it contributes to, the feeling is good-- it brings me back to simpler times when I actually was able to experience an ease from the constant uneasiness I always carry in my chest. Idk, moral of the story is that reading is fun, & when I get stuck in my Bad Turns & don’t read for months, it becomes easy to forget how much solace can come from a mid-quality but seductive (not in a horny way. but sometimes also in a horny way, lol) novel. Like, most of my reading these days is miserable 20th century theory or other academic/non-fiction writing related to our depressing capitalist hellscape & impending climate disaster, and The Mercies helped me remember that my roots lie in fiction. It also has me inspired to revisit a couple of historical fictions projects I have laying around, aND MAKE A WOMAN-EMPOWERMENT, ANTI-RACIST, QUEER AS HELL PERIOD FICTION PEICE THAT DOES NOT END IN COMPLETE GARBAGE! And in the meantime, I shall be revisiting the works of Sarah Waters, the only bad bitch I know of who writes queer historical fiction without relinquishing her characters solely to the suffering they experience ✌
If anyone has read this far and has any books/authors to recommend (wlw focused preferably, historical fiction or any genre as long as the story itself doesn’t rely on the tropes I touched on, recently published also preferably bc I have a long list of older books/authors but i don’t keep up with new releases like I should, & a lot of the ones I know are white & cis so PLEASE send reccs for more diverse stories/authors if you have them)
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Flower boy!Jeonghan
A/N: It’s been 84 years.... This is for the anon who requested Flower Boy!Jeonghan. I hope you’re still alive..somewhere. I’M SO SORRY BUT PLEASE ENJOY! Thank you for requesting!!! <3
So there’s a new café that just opened called Pledis café
This cafe was unlike any other café; it’s a flower boy cafe
People were pretty sceptical when the café came out with the concept, but Pledis proved them wrong because now, the place was almost always packed on Friday nights and/or the weekends
People thought it was going to be weird at first?
But they later found it’s just good fun! And a good eye wash
The café was really creative actually!!
The boys acted like butlers in a way
SUPER HOT CUTE BUTLERS
Super polite, gentlemanly and curtious, who wouldn’t want to go back for more, amirite?
Capitalism at its finest
The people frequenting the flower boy café would typically be teenage schoolgirls
Other times it was awkward (and jealous) boyfriends who got dragged to the cafe for the sake of their curious girlfriends lol
At first, Jeonghan never really had any intention to work in a café, let alone a flower boy café
But his friend Seungcheol became one and the pay didn't seem so bad so he applied
And a few weeks into the job, he’s sold
To him, it doesn’t even feel like working?
Because being beautiful is his forté lmaoo
People who visited the café was pretty amazed by the visuals the boys serve but Jeonghan? Snatched.
But people aren't sure if he does anything other than leaning on the booth and sending flirty looks at girls?
Or was it sleepy looks? lmao nobody knows
Like, yea we get it, ur pretty, Jeonghan but table fifteen needs you now, shoo
He's a really great host, though
Like, in the café, it’s normal to have some of the boys linger at tables to talk to the customers
They’d explain the menu and they’ll entertain you for a bit as you wait for your order to come out
It’s just like one of those Japanese maid cafés, only the waitresses are guys
By all means, Jeonghan seemed to attract a lot of people and he ended up getting flirted to a lot
Jeonghan wasn’t usually the type to flirt back
unlike some people *cough*Choi Seungcheol and Wen Junhui and Xu Minghao*cough*
seriously though, Minghao’s been wildin’ these days
But it’s his job so
But he really does love his job and entertaining people
Which brings us to this point
You've heard of the hype of Pledis café
And while you enjoy checking out hip cafés around the city, you never had the initiative to check the cafe
You just don’t get the hype, okay?
Bc you find it so weird??? Like, a flower boy café?? Who came up with the idea???? Isn't this considered human exploitation???
So you definitely weren't very thrilled when your friends proposed to the idea of giving it a visit after school/work that day
Some friends you have bc they practically dragged you to the café despite your protest
'Just once,’ they say.
'It'll be fun,’ they say.
While your other friends are squealing over how cute the decor and boys are (especially the boys) and having the time of their lives, you looked like you’re ready to bust outta there
Because the amount of admittedly cute boys here is amazing
There's literally so many of them here
Tbh you felt a little bit overwhelmed by the amount of attractive boys you see bustling around the café, serving cakes and entertaining customers
You've never seen so many cute guys concentrated in one place before lol
How did they find them? Cute guys are like rare Pokémons nowadays
But you had to admit it was a nice change of scenery ( ͡ ° ͜ ʖ ͡ ° )
Especially that one guy you saw on your way in
And you almost got knocked off your socks because wOW IS THAT AN ANGEL?
No, but seriously, though, he’s wearing an halo headband
But you couldn't help but feel your cheeks heating up when he flashed a smile at you
You thought ‘Wow okay this isn't so bad, maybe I can get used to this.’
But then you saw a couple of girls came up to him to get pictures with him and he was all flirty so you're like, lol nevermind
That man is a playaaa~
I mean, you understand that it’s his job but still, you’re not a big fan of flirts
Your friends waved to indicate they’re ready to order and it just so happens that your server is the angel you just thought about
“Hello, welcome to Seventeen Café~ I’m Jeonghan and I will be your server for today.”
And all your friends took turn ordering till you’re the only one left
"And what can I get for the lovely lady?" he asked as he sent a wink at you
Tbh you don't know whether to stay silent or to throw the glass of water at him
The latter seemed more appealing at the moment
You rolled your eyes and ended up ordering whatever your favorite drink was and the waiter scurried away, but not without flashing you with another God-send smile eyyy
The moment he was out of earshot, your friends went cRAZY
“Y/N, what the f*** you know him?”
“Did you see how he looked at you?! He was totally flirting on you!!!”
Hahaha yeah and if he does it one more time you’ll be sure to let him know you’re not interested
And you and your friends actually had a great time chatting at least when they’re not too distracted by the boys
But you didn’t miss the glances Jeonghan stole at you
Like, he usually loves teasing and joking around with his client but there’s just something about you that made him want to provoke you even more
Wow, what angel were we talking about, again?
Maybe it’s the way you roll your eyes indignantly or your blatant dislike towards the café
Also maybe because you’re kinda cute
Really cute
And it’s only natural that Jeonghan wants to get a reaction out of you
So then he brought out a cupcake and set it on your table and everyone’s like ‘We didn’t order this???’
And Jeonghan’s like
“Don’t worry, it’s on the house. For the pretty lady.”
AND THEN HE HAD THE AUDACITY TO WINK AT YOU FOR THE SECOND TIME THAT DAY BEFORE HE WHISKED OFF TO ANOTHER TABLE FFF
First of all: how dare he?
Second of all: how dare he?
So while your friends are looking at the cupcake as if it was an engagement ring and as if Jeonghan just confessed his love to you, you were silent bc you don’t know what to do tbh?
Because a handsome man just tried to pick you up??
What a flirt.
You still ate the cafe, though
After all, a cupcake is a cupcake
There was a part when some of the boys had to do aegyo and oh my god
There was this other guy named Woozy? Woozi?? and you thought he was adorable
But Jeonghan was on a whole other level
He kept running his hand through his luscious locks, bitting his lips and pouting oh my god
Uhm, you kinda wanna slap him? But also it’s kinda cute? But you’re never going to admit that ofc
And you thought you’ve never been happier when your friends decided to call it a day and asked for the bill bc you don’t think you would survive anymore second breathing in aegyo and finger hearts
But Jeonghan’s kinda bummed???
Bc you’re actually really fun to tease
So he made Wonwoo the cashier give you guys free membership cars bc he wants you to come back lol
“Why should I do that?”
“I’LL BUY YOU ALL THE BURGER YOU WANT, WON.”
“Ok, deal.”
Capitalists, I tell you
It was unfortunate for you bc your friends are now completely in love with the café and they vowed to visit it every other week
And they made you come with them every single time bc now they got the member card, too lmao
You’re not really complaining bc the food there was amazing, the ambiance (despite being a little crowded), was great and everything good except for...
“Hello, my name is Jeonghan and I’ll be your server today.”
him.
You see, he wouldn’t leave you be from day one, and you know it amused him to see you cringe at the constant aegyo and cheesy lines thrown around
And another fact that made you angrier is the fact that Jeonghan looks so! darn! attractive! and so! smooth! doing it all uGH
You keep getting heart palpitations whenever he smiled
And you don’t even have insurance for God’s sake
Honestly, it’s enough cardio to last you a lifetime
But you didn’t know what happened behind the scenes bc back in the kitchen, Jeonghan would always smile to himself and sometime giggle occasionally?
Chan got scared once when they were on a shift together and Jeonghan started giggling to himself
Chan thought he got possessed and it scared the s*** outta the kid
And it was always entertaining to watch you bicker back and forth as your friends sip on their drinks
“Don’t you have anywhere else to go to?”
“Well, you see, I work here.”
The little s***
At least it’s a show for other customers to watch when you guys start bickering like old married couples
They started to ship you guys, too
Bc Jeonghan seemed to be more open and relaxed around you?
As if the flirting is genuine it is
And you may act like it’s annoying but deep inside, you kinda enjoy the attention he’s giving you?
BUT HE’S STILL ANNOYING
But also cute
The playfulness started to shift to something different one day
It was a particularly relaxed day, not many people were in the café
So you were sitting alone in the café, sipping on your drink and waiting for your friends when you suddenly got a text message from one of your friends
["Y/N I'm so sorry! I don't think we can make it to the café today! Something really important came up!!"]
And you let out a long sigh because 'Now what do I do,,,'
Jeonghan at the counter noticed your crestfallen face and decided to swoop in like Prince Charming
"wELL, hELLo."
Oh no
"Ugh what do you want >:("
'I want to take you out' he wanted to say but he saw the cup hot tea in front of you and he didn't wanna risk it lmao
In case you decide to fling it at him
“You look sad. Is everything okay?” he asked
And honestly, the stress from work/school has been piling up and you had the strongest urge to just spill everything to Jeonghan bc he seemed genuinely concerned
But you held yourself back and instead gave him a tight-lipped smile
“It’s okay.”
Except it’s not okay bc the smile you flashed him didn’t quite reach your eyes
You packed up your things but then you realized that it’s raining :(
Of course you had forgotten to bring your umbrella
And you could feel the sudden weight of your emotions and you feel the telltales of tears that threatened to escape when a soft hand slipped into yours
“Here, let me walk you to the bus stop,” you hear his soft voice and and looked down to see his other hand gripping a floral umbrella
You almost smiled at the image of the man holding a pretty umbrella with daisies on it
You wanted to decline but who knows how long the rain would last?
So you reluctantly agreed to let him walk you
The walk was not like what you had expected
Jeonghan was more quite, more composed, his gait noticeably more sluggish than what you had accustomed to seeing in the café
But he let you have your peace for once and you were grateful for that
It wasn’t until later that he spoke up as he slipped a piece of paper with a series of numbers on it
“If you need anything.. Don’t hesitate to call me okay?”
F***ing smooth
You couldn’t help the small smile that made its way on your face
“Okay.”
It was then that the bus decided to come and you had to go
You felt a little regretful that you have to say good bye
Jeonghan slipped the umbrella into your hand
“Take it. The rain isn’t going to stop soon.”
You looked at him weird
“But you’ll get drenched!”
He smiled “It’s okay, I got extra back in the cafe.”
And honestly, you were so touched??? You felt your heart grew a little tender for him
Maybe he isn’t so bad
“Thank you.”
And Jeonghan was a little taken aback because this was the first time that you actually smiled at him?
He doesn’t think he’d ever get enough of it
The two of you went home with a little smile that day and he didn’t leave your mind until the moment you fell asleep
You didn’t visit the cafe for a while after that
It’s not that you didn’t want to
It’s just that life got in the way
You were busy and didn’t have the time to make visit and you were too shy to actually text him
And Jeonghan still worked everyday, hoping that it was you everytime another customer came in and got disappointed when it wasn’t
The others are also a little curious?? Bc did something happen??
Jeonghan himself felt a little hurt bc did he make the wrong move the last time he saw you? You never called him or texted him and he thought there was something there
‘I guess, I’m wrong’ the thought kept playing in his head
He didn’t know that you were actually looking forward to meet him again
I mean, you got to give back his umbrella right?
It wasn’t until a few weeks later that you managed to find the time to come
And when you came in, the others were like
“You’re back!!! Where have you been???”
You explained and they told you how Jeonghan seemed a bit down lately and that he’s actually taking the day off today
So you just passed the umbrella to the boys along with a note and left the café a little disappointed
“Looking for me?”
You looked to the side to see
“Jeonghan?”
He had the widest smile on his face and you wondered what made him look so happy
And he was happy because there you were, standing in front of him under the sunlight looking all beautiful and he felt his heart grew bc he saw you exiting the cafe and he just knew that you were looking for him
“Where have you been??” he asked
“Well, I have a life aside from being constantly dragged to a flower boy cafe, you know.”
“Touche.”
There was a brief silence until he spoke up
“Look, I’m so sorry if I annoyed you a lot. It’s just that..I like you.” he confessed
What is he, a kindergartener?
“And I was wondering if you wanna go out. On a date.”
You almost sputtered bc what?
Wow he finally got the balls to ask you out for reals, eh
“A date? At the cafe?”
“F*** no, anywhere but there.”
You both laughed at that
And you looked at him in the eyes and said
“Okay.”
And you could distinctively hear the boys’s howls and whistles from inside the cafe, all of them squished to the windows making heart gestures at you two
“Shalalalalalalalala~”
“Oh my god.”
You could only laugh as Jeonghan shook his head in shame
Yeah, he’s not bad. Not bad at all.
#weLP#THERE YA HAVE IT FOLKS#i have an exam tmr but pffft whatever right#who needs a career#I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS THO!!!#THANKS!!#jeonghan fic#jeonghan imagine#jeonghan scenarios#jeonghan au#jeonghan fics#jeonghan seventeen#seventeen jeonghan#seventeen scenarios#seventeen imagines#seventeen imagine#seventeen au#flower boy jeonghan#flower boy seventeen#flower boy au#jeonghan#seventeen
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At Peace (langst)
I should be updating my Sockathan story on Wattpad but I’m not feeling so hot so have some langst.
~ songfic kinda ~
+ I’m pretty much going to be posting langst or Oikawa angst (Tangst?) when I’m in a shit mood so get ready for that +
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Lance was used to being rejected; by girls and boys alike.
So he should have seen this coming. He should have been prepared for this. But no, his hopes were high and he’d thought his feelings were -finally- reciprocated. He thought he had a chance and damn it if I don’t admit it. He was desperate.
I don't know if we should be alone together
He was desperate for attention, and love, and the chance to finally be accepted by somebody. Anybody. A chance to have something to live for again. A chance to be able to breathe again without the thought of his worthlessness crossing his mind and settling in a nice, quaint spot labeled “REASONS TO DIE”. The cringe is real, no matter how you think of it, but Lance can’t find it in himself to care anymore, about anything.
His constant quips usually spoken -sometimes even shouted- in a flurry of passion, are now most times left unsaid, or muttered at most.
He was hoping for a miracle.
I still got a crush, that's obvious
“Hey, Keithy boy,” Lance chirped with as much enthusiasm as he could muster.
Keith turned to face the blue paladin, a small smile playing on his lips. “Hey, Lance,” he replied happily.
You seem unusually chipper today, Lance thought to himself.
Suddenly. Keith chuckled, startling Lance out of his ‘thought’.
The brunette covered his lips with his hand, eyes blown wide. “Did I say that out loud?”
If nobody's around, what's stopping us?
Everywhere I go you show, whatever
“You sure did, Lancelot. D’ya wanna know why I’m so ‘chipper’?“ Keith asked with a slight giddiness in his tone.
“Uhm, sure?” Okay, Lance. After he tells you whatever the fuck he’s so happy about -which is making him 100% cuter and I cannot stand it- I’ll tell him I love him, and we’ll live happily ever after.
With the widest smile I’ve ever seen, on Keith no less, Keith gushed out, “Shiro and I finally started dating!”
I don't ever mind sharing oxygen
I just wanna get lost in your lungs
I spoke far too soon. “T-That’s great, Keith!” What did I think I could accomplish? “I hope you guys are happy together!” Of course Keith would go for Shiro. “Well, I gotta go u-uh, t-train now, so see ya!” He’s perfect.
Lance began to turn away from Keith. “Wait!” The red paladin demanded, grabbing the other’s arm and keeping him in place. “Did you need to talk about something, Lance? Are you okay?”
Just a baby, but she's growing up so fast
And I'm allergic to the waiting
“O-Of course I am! I’m the jester, the class clown, the humour back bone of the team! Who needs feeling when you have the best sense of humour known to man?” The dark haired teenager announced, his chest puffed out and his eyes full of a dark hope. Please don’t call me out on my bullshit, I need to be out of here yesterday.
Thank god Keith’s dense as hell. “Alright Lance, whatever you say,” he chuckled and released his arm.
She's just a baby girl
And I love to watch her dance
Tears left Lance’s eyes before he even finished turning, thankfully he didn’t notice but.
That didn’t stop Shiro from noticing, who now was in front of Lance. “Lance,” the black paladin whispered, his eyes shone with concern. “Are you alright? What happened?”
Shiro reached out to touch Lance’s shoulder, but he wasn’t having it. Tanned hands pushed on Shiro’s chest, pushing him -surprisingly- a few feet away, and in the next moment, Lance was out the door, leaving the new couple in shock.
But it's making me go crazy
In the next few months, Lance got by in a mixture of disarray and monotone. Lotor was taken down, along with the Galra empire. The new head of said empire agreed on a peace treaty and most of the universe now lived in peace.
Voltron was not needed anymore. And so, the team was left to their own devices.
Pidge and Matt, the only Holts left, went on to create new, advanced machinery to help Earth evolve technologically.
Keith and Shiro went to a quiet inhabited planet, where there was a drug that could evolve the bodies of men in order to conceive, so the two can start a family.
I don't think that we should be around each other
When you're in the room, you get my eyes
You open your mouth, I'm hypnotized, oh oh
I can make you laugh until you cry
Allura and Coran and the castle went on to rebuild the Altean empire.
Hunk went home to Earth, with his family. He offered Lance a spot on his small ship to get home, but he declined, claiming he had to do something before going home.
Which, of course, was a lie. Because Lance has a secret he never told anyone, and that secret was that Lance has no family.
The photo he showed everyone so proudly? Photo-shopped. His stories of his many siblings? MTV and YouTube. His emergency contacts on his profile back at the Garrison? His supposed nostalgia? His strict parental control? His life? All fake. All a fantasy Lance had built in his head when his real parents dumped him on the side of the road at 9-years-old because he broke his arm and couldn’t work on the farm anymore.
You know you got all my attention
You know you got all mine, mmh
He had nothing to go back to. No purpose. No one waiting for him. No one to miss and love him.
What was he supposed to do now? Go back to the Garrison? No, it wasn’t worth it if Pidge and Hunk weren’t there.
What else was there?
Lance sat in his space pod in the middle of space for hours before he realized, there’s nothing else.
Lance spent a few more hours of thinking about what he planned to do next. How would it affect the others? Will they come back? How will they react?
Baby, I can't help but call her dad
Even though I shouldn't say it
In the back of his mind, one thought lingered: will they even care?
The ex-paladin of Voltron decided that his choice was the right one, and carried out his plan.
He spent the next few hours filming a personal video for every member of the team. Even Matt.
She was my baby girl
I might never get her back
But I don't mind being patient, yeah
Can you let your baby be my girl?
But he didn’t dare send them yet. No, he had to send them at the very last second.
Because he needed time to himself. He needed to prepare himself. He needed to find one, just one reason for him not to follow through with his decision.
He couldn’t find any.
Can you let your baby be my girl?
Can you let your baby be my girl?
Can you let your baby be mine?
With a tear rolling down his cheek, Lance sent all of the video’s to their respective person’s. Hopefully, they all get them.
Okay, I'm just gonna tell you what I gotta say, right here
I'm sorry Dave, I never meant to hurt your baby girl
She's your little baby, she's my soulmate
The broken boy put on his helmet, and with a deep breath, opened the door that separated him from endless space.
Location didn’t mean a thing to him, as he never truly had place to call home.
I don't want you to worry, she'll be so safe right here
Oh, oh, oh, so Dave, would you let your baby be my girl?
Can you let your baby be my girl?
More tears poured from his eyes, as Lance took deep breaths, and let his decision sink in entirely. He had no regrets.
Can you let your baby be my girl?
Can you let your baby be my girl?
Can you let your baby be mine?
Lance sniffled, and although he couldn’t wipe his tears, he steadied them, pulling one last strong face. With his messages sent, his loved one gone, and nothing holding him back, the broken soldier, the brave face took his final breath. Finally, he reached up to his helmet and disengaged it, sucking the oxygen out.
One last tear fell from his face as Lance’s final sight became apparent: the blue lion, engines blasting, rushing over to her dear paladin as the final remnants of air left his lungs, and Lance found:
that he was finally at peace.
Oh, your baby she's mine
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I’m...
I’m so sorry. I was just supposed to blow off some steam but... I related to Lance. His loneliness, his perception of love, and his lack of anger.
Rage, irritation, grief: they can’t be felt anymore.
Anyways, I was planning on writing a fic for each of the videos... what do you think? (Imma do it anyways lmao)
I hope you enjoyed this...
#vld lance#lance mcclain#vld#voltron lance#voltron legendary defender#voltron#langst#fanfiction#headcanon#takashi shirogane#space dad#angst#keith kogane#hunk garrett#pidge gunderson#katie holt#allura#coran#langst headcannon#langst fic#voltron headcanons#voltron fanfictions#i hate myself for writing this#pls kill me#songfic#voltron songfic#langst songfic#the neighbourhood#single by the neighbourhood#single
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lee daehwi first meeting! AU
summary: in which you are somi’s best friend and you find out that she has a hidden twin brother who you are a fan of
length: 1.3k
a/n: HIHI so i decided to start a new series which is gonna be a sweet and short one called first meeting! AU with the wanna one members. since it’s really only going to cover your first meeting with the particular member, it’s up to you whether you want to interpret it as romantically or platonic friendship, maybe if the context suits and i get enough requests i could do a part 2 for some in the future? we’ll see but i will be prioritising getting each member done first. but anyways i hope you guys enjoy this first one of my precious baby lee daehwi and look forward to the rest of the members :)
so you’re in high school
and ever since high school started you became best friends with a girl called somi
you guys had different personalities, you were more on the shy side and she was more outgoing
but somehow you guys clicked and found that you guys had a lot of things to talk about and common interests
also during this time produce 101 is airing and you’re absolutely addicted to the show
and lee daehwi, the first centre literally swooped you off your feet
he was no doubt your bias and you’d been voting for him like crazy everyday
and ofc since somi was your best friend you’d always rant about how cute and talented lee daehwi was and somi would just sigh and roll her eyes sometimes
well one day at school your class is given a project to be completed in pairs and obviously you and somi are a pair
usually you two would complete your work at the library but since the weather was really horrible
you guys decided to head to your place over the weekend
and you guys do that except you dont get the work done
so you guys decide to go to somi’s place sometime after school next week to finish it
and tbh you’ve been very curious about where somi lives
even though you guys are best friends you guys always met either in public or at your place
you were just super curious as to what her house was like and why she was lowkey secretive about where she lived
hMMMMMM
so the day before going to somi’s place
you guys are having lunch at school and somi is suddenly like: “oh y/n when you come tomorrow, my twin brother will most likely be home visiting”
and u r like
“WAIT HANG ON A SECNOD U HAVE A TWIN BROTHER?? SINCE WHEN???” you semi yell when you stand up from your seat
you are surprised and shocked bc ur friend has a twin brother and she never told you
“ssHHHHH be quiet” says somi gesturing you to sit back down
and so you do and say
“how come you didnt tell me somi?” while pouting
“well…i guess you never asked whether i had siblings or not” replies somi nervously
“hmm yeah fair enough, well what its like having a twin brother? what’s he like” you ask excitedly
you’d never met anyone that had a twin before and u suddenly find out that your best friend in fact has a twin brother which makes you feel kinda weird and excited
“it’s alright, we’re just like any other sibling pair, he can be slightly annoying sometimes but he’s a good brother overall. i miss him” replies somi looking down
“ohhhhh where is he? does he go to high school here?” you asked wondering if somi’s twin was actually at your school and completely hidden from u
“no he doesn’t”
“where does he go then? and what’s his name? what does he look like?” you asked bombarding somi with questions as you were super curious now
since somi was one of the prettiest girls in the school you were lowkey thinking maybe somi’s twin is really hot HAHA
“i actually can’t say his name but he’s really ugly” says somi laughing
“why not????” you ask somi, “is he a spy or something?? with a hidden identity???”
somi shook her head laughing at you as you continued to pester her about her twin
“you’ll see tomorrow when you come over” says somi “i think things might change when you see who it is” as she sighs
now you were C U R I O U S as to why somi kept it so secret
and for some odd reason, who somi’s twin brother was was all you thought about for the rest of the day
your thoughts went wild as you thought, what if he’s actually a spy? or illegal? a criminal? someone dangerous? what if he’s the youngest ceo in our country?
and for some seriously odd reason you were excited to meet somi’s twin brother
the next day you head to somi’s house with the address typed in google maps
you rang the doorbell and somi opened the door
as you stepped in you saw how the house wasn’t too big nor was it too small it was quite spacious and clean and very cozy
you saw some baby pictures placed up on a shelf of somi and her twin; you recognised somi easily and the twin brother was really cute too
you guys take a seat on the big couch and start working on the project when suddenly you hear footsteps come down the stairs
you were super focused on your work tbh so you didn’t look up
until a voice says
“hey sis is this your friend that always talks about me?”
and the voice is SO FAMILIAR
and you’re suddenly afraid to look up
you do recognise that voice but no way it just couldn’t be
silence
“yep it is” says somi, “look at the state she is in now”
your entire body was frozen and wouldn’t react and you were looking at the ground
“she’s so cute like that” says the voice
you feel your cheeks go bright red and your heart suddenly beating extraordinarily fast
you close your eyes and tell yourself you are dreaming
you take a deep breath and look up
and you are met with a pair of the most gorgeous eyes you have ever seen; one eye was monolid and the other was double lidded but honestly that was what was attractive about him
it was truly lee daehwi lmao sorry i made it so so dramatic haha
he was smiling down at your with the sweetest and cutest smile
“hello y/n! it’s nice to finally meet you!” says daehwi cheerfully
“u-h-h hello– daehwi-ssi” you stutter nervously as you die internally
daehwi laughed and his laughter was like a beautiful melody
“no need to be formal y/n, we’re the same age! you don’t look great right now, i’ll grab a glass of water for you” says daehwi as he heads to the kitchen
when he’s gone you turn to somi straight away
“DUDE WHY DIDNT U TELL ME DAEHWI WAS UR BROTHER?? i wouldn’t have fangirled over him to you and its sooooo embarrassing”
“chill y/n it was actually pretty funny, you totally have a crush on my twin, look at ur face” says somi laughing
“sTOP omg this is all ur fault im so embarrassed, i embarrassed myself in front of my bias” you say as your bury your face in your hands
“seriously y/n this is your chance to talk to him and i don’t usually say this about that idiot but he’s actually a very nice guy, so don’t be nervous anymore”
you take deep breaths and try to collect yourself before daehwi comes back
when he does you’re much calmer even though you still feel like you are living in a dream
“here’s your water” says daehwi as he hands over the glass of water
both your finger trips lightly made contact and you felt your heart racing again
“thanks daehwi” you say giving him a shy smile
he asks what the project is about and starts helping you guys and in no time you guys are done
and daehwi is super friendly and outgoing so in no time you get really comfortable around him
and realise that HES JUST A REALLY NICE AND KIND HUMAN like any human and not some “far unreachable star that’s like a god”
you find out he has cute habits and loves cleaning and fashion and wants to make people happier through his music
you guys talk for the next two hours getting to know each other and you tell him that you’ll continue to support him on produce 101 and he’s super thankful
at this rate somi had literally fallen asleep and is taking a nap on the sofa
he opens up about how it’s hard to meet people’s expectations and that he doesn’t want to disappoint others and you guys have really deep conversations
and in no time it’s already dark outside
and daehwi even offers to walk you to the bus stop
and he puts on a black hoodie with the hood up just in case ppl recognise him anyone watching school 2017 bc i love x’s outfit hehe
you guys reach the bus stop
“y/n it was nice meeting you and i was able to get my mind off things thanks to you”
“no worries daehwi, i’m so glad to have met you and you’re just as wonderful and kind as i’d imagined you to be” you reply cringing at your own cheesiness
daehwi laughs again as he ruffles your hair “you’re so kind too”
“anyways y/n will you do me a favour and not tell anyone that i am somi’s twin? i dont want things to get hard for her if people know about our sibling relationship”
you swoon, he was even so nice to his sister
you nod “of course”
the bus comes and you guys wave goodbye
you couldn’t believe that you met daehwi and got so close to him
he was so nice and down to earth
you lowkey wondered if you’d ever be able to see him again since he was already famous and busy with filming
you convinced yourself that he was probably this nice to everyone and you were really lucky because you were his sister’s best friend
suddenly your phone buzzed and you received a message from an unknown number
“hello y/n, it’s daehwi - i got your number from somi. that’s okay right? next week i’ll be back in town again, so do you wanna hang out? just the two of us this time ;)”
efgqkejfhfjhjf i hope you guys liked this?? i have no idea what the response is gonna be like and lmao i made somi and daehwi twins bc they could totally be siblings :) i realised i probably rant too much lmaooo so let me know what you guys think as i’m always open to feedback and thoughts about my work :) please also look forward to my next one in this series!
#lee daehwi#wanna one#lee daehwi scenarios#wanna one scenarios#wanna one imagines#lee daehwi imagines#produce 101 imagines#produce 101 scenarios#wanna one imagine#lee daehwi imagine#produce 101#produce 101 s2#daehwi
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i cant tell if u like all snez or just sick snez, but if ur interested in allergy prompts u could write jughead having a fit because of dust on the film reels at the drive in?
( all snz is good snz anon..I live for allergies..this one is on the shorter side because this is snz with no plot lmao..here’s more j\ug snz, which I’m enjoying writing a little shh..very slight mess warning, more spray than actual mess)
Cinema was one of Jughead’s prime passions, this magical art form that felt like home. A home where his family, on their very few good days, could turn to, through the likes of the Twilight Drive In where his family could be a family. Here he could lose himself in the magic of ET, feeling happy for once with his whole family finally together at peace.
Cinema was also his home away from home. It had always been such, serving as his escape when his parents would start fighting and he would just pop in Star Wars for the hundredth time and pretend he was with Luke and friends, and not in this shitty world.
When he’d gotten older Jughead had began to appreciate cinema in a finer, more artistic level, analysing shot compositions and musical scores, the usage of colour and the certain beats in the acting. It had become a beautiful source of art that taught him much about the world, and about himself, that he could also turn to when things took a turn for the worse.
The cinema once again became a home to him, and this time a literal home, when things in his family turned for the worst and he was forced to live in one. It wasn’t the worst situation, he could be sleeping on park benches or underneath bridges, here he had a bed and an albeit shitty, but still did the job radiator, money, and of course free access to the cinema. However some days, the Drive In wasn’t too kind to Jughead.
It had all started when he headed to the Drive In after school, where and as he made his way to the entrance he was caught by his boss.
“Jughead!” He called out.
“Hey,” Jughead greeted.
“Just want to give ya the schedule for tonight,” He announced, giving him a list, and then pulled out a ten dollar bill out of his pocket, handing it to a very confused Jughead.
“It’s a long night tonight Jug, go buy yourself some snacks,” His boss told him before leaving.
Jughead gave him a thankful smile and made his way over to the food stand where he bought himself a large soda, a large bag of chips, a hot dog and fries, bringing them all back to the little projection booth he called home.
Setting down what he had been holding on a little table, he pulled out the list given to him by his boss and reviewed the schedule for tonight. Shattered Glass for the 6 o clock movie, Rudderless for the 8 o clock movie and finally Night of the Hunter for the 10 o clock movie.
Jughead blinked, while these movies were great, they were very uncommon. They weren’t the typical new releases or art house indies or classic cinema that usually came up on the itinerary, which Jughead found himself excited for.
That was until he realised he would have to handle the dusting pile of reels rather than the clean pile of reels that were set to their own pile because they were used more often or the new pile of reels they had gotten from companies.
It was no secret Jughead had quite a sensitive nose, wondering what it was like for people like Archie who could go days and sometimes weeks without sneezing, when he was sneezed at least every few hours each day. Many things set his nose off, but nothing more so than dust.
Jughead grimaced, breathing out as he braced himself for what was to come, knowing this was practically inevitable. He inhaled sharply, seeing if he could get through this without breathing and approached one pile of the dusty reels, lifting some to see what they were titled to attempt and locate the reels he needed. As he did the dust shook off, flying out into the air around him.
Jughead pulled his head back away from the cloud of dust, scrunching his nose to try and stop the particles from entering his nose, but to no avail the little flecks began to tickle the insides of his nose, rummaging around and irritating the already quite sensitive lining.
His breath immediately began to hitch, as he put down the dusty Once reel down, his nostrils quivering with irritation as he backed off from the dusty corner, cupping his hands around his nose and mouth in preparation for the coming sneezes. What Jughead forgot was the fact that his hands were coated in dust, causing the turning point in his battle against the tickle.
“hhahhhiiIITTSSHHOOO!! hehh..hhIISSHHHOOO! oh Jesus fuck, hahhSHHHIEWW!”
Jughead groaned tiredly, rubbing irritably at his nose. He scrunched it to try and force the irritation out of there, but to no avail. He sniffled wetly, the tickle still there, out of his reach, lingering. His eyes watered, breath hitching slightly with a staccato rhythm, nose twitching every so often but not allowing him to sneeze, leaving him in this dreadful limbo of a buildup.
Jughead continued to rummage through the likes of movie reels, eyes watering more and more as he did so. A few irritated tears managed to escape his reddened eyes, dropping down his cheek as he awkwardly tried to wipe them away. His hat had started to collect with dust, so he yanked the grey object off his hair and tossed it towards his bed. He let out a huge sigh of relief as he located Shattered Glass, pulling the reel out, but effectively causing it to spew out yet another cloud of dust, heading straight towards his face.
Jughead gasped as this dust cloud practically viciously attacked him, desperately fanning at his face as the burning, tickling sensation filled his sinuses and caused his eyes to produce more irritated tears that fell down his face. His nostrils flared, a slight sheen of mess lining them, as he hitched desperately, the tickle so intense that he was mentally begging for the sneeze to just happen. Finally, his body allowed him to as he pitched forward and bent at the waist.
“..hh..hhRRSSCHHHOOO! ..hahh..hehh..hahh!!…hehhhtSCHHIIEWWWW!! HhaaSSSHOOO! hehhEEEHHSHOOOO! Oh mby god..”
A fine mist of spray lightly coated the reel he had been holding, causing him to cringe and wipe away at it with his hat, and proceeded to settle the reel down at the table.
Just as he felt a wave of relief, he suddenly realised that he still had to go looking for two other reels for the night. He groaned softly as he took in his fate, taking note of his available options as he sat down on the bed. He could give his poor nose a break for now, go looking for the other reel towards the third act of this movie and then do the same for the next movie, but suffer three different fits, or he could find them all now at the cost of one, but intense and overpowering fit that will take a while to recover from.
Jughead sucked in a breath, braving himself and opting to go for the latter. He got up, eyeing the pile of dusty reels and exhaled, mentally trying to prepare himself.
He took a look at one higher up shelf, noticing a pattern in which there were quite a few music movies stacked together. Jughead figured that maybe he would be able to find Rudderless amongst these reels, and reached up, lifting to try and find the film he was looking for, at the expense of causing dust and little dust bunnies to fall from the shelf, practically right into his face and thus his suffering nostrils.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Jug–hehh!! hahhTSCHHIEWWW! fuck..hehhtssSSSCHOOO! hahhRRRSHHH! hahhEETSCHH! hAAHHIISHHH!!”
Jughead pulled a reel out, and to his delight it was in fact, Rudderless. Letting out a sigh of relief, he blew the dust away from it which made his nose twitch yet again. Rolling his eyes with annoyance, he sneezed into his shoulder, “hheehhhEETSCCHH!!”
“I hate mby life,” Jughead groaned as he sniffled wetly, reaching for a some toilet paper he had stolen from the bathroom for his makeshift home and blew, exhausted and drained. He wiped at the irritated tears streaming down his face, finding it hard to keep his eyes open now that they were so tired of crying. He rubbed aggressively at his itchy nose, sucking in a breath and mentally preparing for the final reel.
Jughead began to aggressively search for the Night of the Hunter, hoping doing so would get it over with faster but only proceeded in throwing more dust into the air at an alarming rate.
“hehh..oh fuck,” Jughead cursed with irritation, the little particles of dust dancing around in his nostrils, tickling the lining as they flared with irritation. “..hhh..HEHHTTSHHHIEWW! oh Jesus..hahhtTTTSCHHIEWWWW!!”
Jughead groaned loudly as he ferociously scrubbed his face as it began to itch, wiping away agitated tears as he did so, nose dripping and sore. He continued to search, coughing ticklishly as dust continued to assault him, desperately swatting the air around his face with one hand while the other continued to search.
Once the pile had been searched, he moved on to the next, praying that it was the one. Jughead’s breath hitched mercilessly, entire body convulsing as he did so, tears clouding his vision. He found himself tilting his head backwards, taking in a sharp inhale as he pitched forward.
“hhEETSSSCHHOOOO! hahhTTTSCHHHIEWWW! ehhhtHHTSHHHHH!! hhh..hhhRSSSH!!” He sneezed powerfully, the pile becoming lightly coated in a mist. Then, his fingers came into contact with one reel, pulling it outwards, pushing dust with it. A feeling of euphoria washed over his body as the reel labelled “The Night of the Hunter” and he literally wanted to cry with happiness.
Jughead yanked the reel out, his battle ending with one huge finish, through the medium of a large puff of dust flying into his face.
“HahhhEEETTTTSCHHH! HhhRRRRSSCHHH!! hehhhTTTTTSCCHHHHH!” Jughead sneezed violently, head bobbing forward as his breath continued to hitch, taking in more dust.
“hhahhhRRRRSCHHH!! TTSSSCHHH!! Fuck..” He moved out of the dusty corner, retreating towards his bed and sitting down exhaustedly, nostrils reddened and quivering still, as well as his hitching breath.
“HhhEEETTSSCHOOO! HahhhRRRSSSCHHOOOO! hhhehh..hehhh..hahhhhh..”
The sneeze was just out of his reach, his nose tickling so badly, and he knew this one. The one that would finally win against the tickle, and he desperately yearned for it. He tilted his head back, nostrils quivering in anticipation as his mouth parted, breath hitching intensely. Jughead reached for the toilet roll, ripping a piece out as he quickly rolled the piece into a sharp point and stuck it up his left nostril, and the sneeze came out instantaneously.
“HhhhhaAAAAAATTSSCHHHOO!”
Jughead let out a moan of relief, lying back as he recovered himself. He panted, completely drained from this exhausting fit.
“Jesus Christ,” He whispered to himself, glad that it was over.
Suddenly, his boss was knocking and letting himself in to see the sight of Jughead exhausted, pale and nose a deep shade of rest, allergic tears running down his face.
“Oh,” His boss commented, a little stunned. Clearing his throat he continued, “Just wanted to give you the heads up you can set up the film now and start whenever it’s ready..uh..you okay?”
Jughead grinned sheepishly, “Yeah, just a little bit of dust.”
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Episode 8: I think I'll call her Vengeance. - Adam
So tonight went well.
We didn't have to go to tribal council and Nahte voted out the person I, literally, did not want to meet up with if we swapped again or merged. I don't know Cole, so maybe he's a decent guy, but I've seen and heard some things that were uglie that I just didn't want to deal with.
But anyways.
This fucking challenge.
Honestly, it's like demon music.
It's like Satan himself threw up into my ears.
UGH.
I know what you're thinking. Adam crushed another redemption challenge? That means it's time for whiny McBitchersons 3 right? Wrong, this episode has been cut short to make room for this heartfelt speech about my love for Andreas:
Andreas,
Love is like a flower,
It only blooms when you're both on redemption and you keep winning together and staying alive and being the only person I talk to right now.
And I know I never tell you truthfully how well I'm doing in the challenge but that's only because it's a stupid thing to ask and I'm of course going to lie because although I want you to stay alive too I still want you to only be second best because if for some reason one of the other bitches ever did better than us I still want to stay alive.
I had a dream, that one day we would both emerge from the island together, and return to the game we were so wrongfully terminated from. But sometimes you have to wake up from the dream, and realize it's only me or you. And I'm glad it's either one of us, because none of these other weak ass hoes who came to redemption ever deserved it. Like check out these lame fucking scores they all gave. It's like they hardly even tried. The ones that actually tried that is! How many people just straight up quit when they get to redemption? I seen two so far and that shit is funny, it's like you ain't even want it at all! Must be scared or just feelin shitty about being voted out. But bitch we all feel shitty after being voted out! You gotta harness that fury and channel it into your redemption challenges.
I'm getting a little off track here, but the point was Andreas is my dude, and while I won't really swear to avenge you because I'm pretty sure the people who voted you out are the friends that I was voted out for having, so it's like if I ever get back I probably won't have much of a choice of who to work with, BUT if given the opportunity I will do right by you, because your chill and friendly and it seems like they did you wrong.
So, if I win cool, if you win whatever, that sucks for me but better than someone like Cole winning redemption after just being voted out, cuz this challenge really is anyone's game. So good luck dude. I'm rootin for us
I hate this challenge. There is no way I'm going to be able to discern anything. I know that whoever wins that most useful will probably go the isle. So like I can't wait to get voted out.
This challenge sucks! It is so hard to hear all the different songs.
Right now my tribe is very quiet. I hope we have a swap soon so I can have a more active tribe, I haven't talked to anyone one on one in DAYS. Except Drew, he's the only one who seems to make any kind of effort.
I'm pretty sure that Regan and Charlotte are aligned but are not saying anything. Why else would they keep trying to be the ones to go to Jordan Island? It is suspicious all right!
Lets hope we win immunity so I can do no work for another day :-)
At this point I'm not sure if I'll win. I have a feeling my time is running out. I'm gonna have to do some wicked talking to Adam and see if I can convince him to fall on the sword for me lmao. Doubt it'll happen but you never know. If I can't, then Im gonna give him my idol in the hopes that he can actually do something with it. I'm kind of scared. Redemption Island has always been so good to me... plz dont fuck me over
I feel like I confess too much and I'm going to cringe when I read them back once the season is over.
We're about 21 minutes away from the challenge deadline and I just don't know what's going to happen. I think we relied way too heavily on Shazam, but the other tribes are probably going to do the same thing.
It's basically going to come down to luck on this one, I think... and who has the more wrong answers to deduct points.
Also if Situations isn't that emo song at the beginning, I'm quitting the game right here, right now. No joke.
GOD CAN YOU BELIEVE I FORGOT KAREN WAS EVEN ON THIS TRIBE SINCE SHE CONTRIBUTED ABSOLUTELY NOTHING?? WHAT A FUCKING MOOD.
Okay so update. Adam told me that he has 12 songs and I have 17 and we are waiting for results and IM GOING TO PUKE IM SO NERVOUS FUCK
(this is meant for last round oops, put it in there if u can)
im so fucking pissed off bc of this damn tribe, i am so done w them
like really? THREE people threw, apparently bc i wasnt able to submit
like thats a shitty excuse just say u want me out or that u want ur ass to be immune and get idols
i cant wait for the one round that despite them throwing, me david and ryan get good enough scores to win and one of us ends up immune
i hope cole’s ass gets kicked on redemption
and emma can choke too
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
When! Will! This! Neverending! Marathon! Of! Tribal! Councils! End!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LczLqQWCihg&feature=youtu.be
https://youtu.be/qmpGefnZ0RQ
TO TOP THIS ALL OFF I WANT TO KEEP EMMA AND LILY DOESNT AND ITS DOWN TO THE FOUR OF US AND IDK WHAT IM GOING TO DO EMMA WHY ARE U SO FUCKING USELESS WWHYHGUIJYHFILUWYSHDFILCKEWHSFLCAWEVC9OIWAREUHRWLSD,U]
I think I'll call her Vengeance.
Winning this redemption was bitter sweet. Cuz Andreas was the sweet but I'm still bitter. A lot of good came out of this though, I'll make sure of it. Cuz God has a plan and I intend to implement it.
You know I was just being friendly at the beginning for fun. You know we're stuck on this island for the same reason, and it's nice to have someone to discuss the game with. But we just kept winning together! Did you know he's the king of redemption? I had no idea. Apparently the dude won like a ton on 3 different seasons. But what's a king to a God ;)
It's sad when you really do the math. Because before it was over he told me he got 17, and I only had 12 so I told him you deserve it. I still had hope, because I had faith in my answers so maybe he had made some mistakes, and if he got 3 wrong I won. Turns out he got 4, so if he had just not even guessed those, he would've still had 13 and won. But oh well.
We were talking before about it, because he said he wanted to give it to me if he's leaving cuz otherwise it's null. Chrissa gave it to him, cuz she knew she wouldn't win but girl didn't even try. 2000 points? Pathetic. I mean we totally blew it out of the water but still.
Anyway we asked to do results earlier at like 9:30 and Jordan took a bit to process the scores and he told us it was 12-9. And well, I think you know whose was whose. It was kinda funny, cuz he yelled MY IDOL!!! and I was like Quick throw it to me!!! It would have been cute if he did an *action* but I guess he's not about that.
But anyway I lied before cuz as we said goodbye I asked him if there was anyone he wanted me to murder for him. It felt like the right thing to do. He told me again that Ari really did him dirty. I was hoping he'd say her cuz if he had said like Ryan or Jess her allies I would've had to straight up lie, but Ari I can work with. Idk if they'll not vote me out or not but I don't really have allies going back in anyway. I'm just gonna wing it.
So now I've done whatever the blunt equivalent of pouring one out for him is, and I had Jordan find me a picture of my idol to gaze upon, and it's this cute little crab necklace.
And I'm just thinking, I think I'll call her Vengeance.
Alright, so. Tribal's happening soon, and while I am hoping it all works out, a part of me is kinda worried. I know David Robb isn't gonna be going, that's for sure... But I WAS a target, and have been for a little while. Sure, Cole is gone, but Emma might still turn the others against me. I think it's the most logical move, though, because as I said to David earlier...
[11:12:07 AM] Lily Owen: So, tbh, here’s my hot take on this
[11:12:12 AM] Lily Owen: Emma didn’t contribute
[11:12:18 AM] Lily Owen: She threw last round
[11:12:22 AM] Lily Owen: Do I need to say it
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