#it's actually how i have my cat today we went around the neighborhood did our due diligence put posters up like is this your cat

[clangenrising]

Month 12 - Leafbare

Time was hard to hold onto these days. Scorch blinked and suddenly spring had arrived, cautiously thawing out the gardens and poking its flowers up through the soil. If she thought back, she could remember that she had spent the time studying to become an interpreter in between visits from Razor but the actual experiences of those moments tended to feel fuzzy and loose. She was grateful that she somehow managed to hold onto the knowledge of interpreting.

The act fascinated her. Each Name Charm was marked with symbols that the Folk used to convey meaning and slowly, she was learning to interpret it. Confined in her house as she was, Portia wasn’t able to do much teaching so she had put a young molly named Marmalade in charge of teaching Scorch how to understand the symbols. 

Marmalade took Scorch through the neighborhood, usually with another cat along to ‘escort’, and showed her the symbols in different places. Now that they were pointed out to her, Scorch couldn’t stop seeing them. They were on the corner poles and the fronts of houses and the sides of cars and nearly every wall in the downtown area had some cluster of them somewhere. Marmalade would teach her what they said and then teach her how each symbol made up a piece of the meaning. She learned how to recognize the individual symbols wherever they appeared in the clusters and how there were two versions of each symbol for some reason. 

It was honestly exciting. She couldn’t believe that all her life there had been meaning spread across the surface of the world and she hadn’t even known. When she was at home, when time was the most solid, she would wander around, discovering all of the different symbols in her home and trying to interpret them. They were everywhere, on the food boxes and her dish and flashing across the magic window that her Folk would watch and the pages in the kits’ rooms and the warm thing the adult human pawed at on her lap and even though Scorch didn’t know what some of the words meant, she knew their pieces and that felt like power. 

It wasn’t power that helped her much, though. Being an Interpreter did come with a certain amount of prestige. She and Marmalade were sometimes sent to deliver blessings from the Folk. They would go to cats who were ill in their homes or to new mothers and their kittens and bestow gifts upon them. Cats always thanked them and looked up at them with worshipful gazes. They parted to allow them through. Chaff asked them for blessings as they passed and thanked them profusely when Marmalade bid them “be well.” Yes, there was definitely power there, but it never did anything to get rid of the babysitters that followed her everywhere she went.

And it never stopped Razor from calling on her. 

Today, after an Interpreters’ meeting in Portia’s garden, he had arrived to collect her, all toothy smiles and pet names and suffocating touches. She purred and fell in beside him and let go of her grasp on time. He’d invited her to accompany him to another meeting, this one about the warfront, and she had agreed. 

Now she found herself draped against his side as he lounged in the grass of his own backyard. Several toms sat around in a circle, discussing strategy. All of them, except for Ghost, were Exalted. 

“Hunting operations are continuing as planned,” Oreo was saying. “We’ll have to increase our presence, though, if we want to account for spring prey numbers.” 

“Do you think we’ll still be able to starve them out?” Razor asked thoughtfully. 

“I do,” Oreo nodded. “The Chaff are hungry enough, the only problem is the risk of getting attacked by wild cats. We need to find a way to make it seem like the threat is minimal if we want them hunting in droves.” 

Ghost cleared his throat and said, “From what my cats have been saying, most encounters can end without bloodshed as long as we don’t antagonize the Clans. If a cat apologizes and leaves they’ll get a torn ear at most. If you’d like, I can spread the word about-”

“No,” Razor rumbled darkly and Scorch felt her throat tighten. “No, we’re not going to teach the Chaff that they should run from these savages. We won’t show weakness like that when that territory is our right.” 

“But, sir,” Ghost shifted uncomfortably, “most of my cats aren’t fighters.”

“Then pair them with fighters,” Razor said as if it were obvious. “If they need protection, give it to them.” 

Ghost’s throat labored for a moment before he said, “Yes, sir.” 

“I think it might also be a good idea to take a more proactive approach,” said Sardine, a younger tom who had only recently been allowed into these kinds of meetings. “You know what they say: the best defense is a good offense.” 

Razor smiled and nodded in his direction. “I’m listening.” Scorch listened too, with bated breath.

Sardine continued. “Part of the reason the Slaughter of Sycamore was such a decisive loss was because our position wasn’t easily defensible. The wild cats had the home turf advantage and, given their surprisingly large numbers, I reason they must have had somewhere to organize themselves before the attack. If we could take that location for ourselves, we would have a much stronger foothold from which to orchestrate our campaign. We could even move a number of chaff to the front full time.”

Scorch repressed a shiver as the image of Razor and his followers carving their way through RisingClan’s camp flashed through her mind. The calm, detached manner in which Sardine said it rubbed her fur the wrong way. It was almost like he didn’t care that he was toying with the lives of cats on both sides.

“And how would you propose we do that?” frowned Tiger, his muscles rippling under his pelt as he shifted forward. “We have no idea how far that location might be and clearly inching our way bit by bit doesn’t work.”

“It could,” Oreo countered. “Another big reason we lost that battle was because of the snow storm and we’ll have all summer to retake that ground.” 

“We’ll still be out in the open,” Tiger growled. “I don’t like it.” 

“Please,” Razor said, his chest rumbling smoothly against Scorch’s side, “I’m sure Sardine has a plan. Don’t you?” He tilted his head to regard the young cat and Scorch heard the familiar undertone in his voice that said ‘this is a test.’ 

Sardine smiled and said, “I do. I propose we form strike teams of three to six cats and wait for the ‘border patrols’ to come by then kill as many cats as we can.” Scorch swallowed. “Soon enough, their numbers will weaken and falter and we will be able to find and clear out one of their bases and take it for our own, thus acquiring a proper encampment from which to stage our own assault.” 

“Not a bad strategy,” Razor complimented and one of Sardine’s ears twitched in satisfaction. “What do we think, boys?” He looked around the circle, one brow raised. Scorch did likewise, trying to keep her expression passive as she judged their reactions. 

“It could work…” Oreo hummed skeptically. 

Ghost shifted, a grimace on his face, and said, “This all assumes that they have a fortified location we could use. There’s no way to know if that's the case. They could live in scattered nests or isolated burrows.”

“Who cares,” Tiger brushed him off. “Even if there isn’t some central location we can take over, I think the effort put into the strike teams would be worth it.” He smirked and looked at Razor. “I wouldn’t mind the opportunity for a bit of extermination.” Scorch’s blood ran cold. Tiger seemed to notice and his eyes twitched over to meet hers. She quickly ducked her gaze and leaned away to nestle her cheek into Razor’s fur demurely. 

“We would need to be careful,” Ghost said. “The wild cats are a lot stronger than we first thought. I’m not sure many of my cats could go blow for blow with them for long.” 

“They don’t need to,” Oreo said simply. “If we get enough of them in a group they’ll be able to wear the wild cats down even if they take losses.” Scorch spared a glance at Ghost to see his jaw working. He was furious. Still, he was hiding it well, she thought. It was only her experience with him that let her recognize the subtle tensing of the muscles in his neck and the way his tail tip was poised to start twitching if he let it. 

Razor seemed to notice too and said, “True, but there’s no need to be so wasteful if we can afford not to be. It’s our job to look out for the Chaff, is it not?” 

Oreo’s whiskers twitched and he looked down. Tiger huffed softly through his nose. 

Sardine nodded and said, “Indeed. Perhaps combat training could be provided?” 

Razor smiled. “Good idea,” he said. “Why don’t you and Ghost organize training for the most promising candidates. Once you both feel satisfied with their progress, we can start implementing these strike teams, yeah?”

“Sounds good,” Sardine said, glancing at Ghost. Ghost grunted affirmatively, his jaw still clenched. 

“Good,” Razor said, moving to stand. Scorch stood as well, pressing close to him and keeping her head low to avoid too much attention. “Is there anything else we needed to discuss?” 

“No, I don’t think so,” Oreo said, standing as well. Tiger and Ghost both shook their heads. 

Sardine took a step forward. “Actually, Razor, I was wondering if I could have a private word?” 

“Of course,” Razor said, jerking his head towards the rose bush in the corner of the yard. Tail brushing across Scorch’s belly, he leaned into her ear and said, “Wait here for me, would you, dear?” 

Scorch chuckled to hide the shudder of disgust that went through her. “Always.” His smile widened and he ran his tongue over her cheek and up her brow before gesturing to Sardine and padding off to the rose bush. She was tempted to try and eavesdrop but knew that she wouldn’t be able to get close enough without being seen. 

In addition, she had a more important task to see to. She looked over at the others. Oreo and Tiger had started off across the lawn together, talking amongst themselves. Ghost sat still, his eyes closed as he breathed slowly in and out. Scorch cast one glance over her shoulder to make sure Razor was occupied then slipped over to stand next to Ghost. His whiskers twitched as she drew near and he opened his newly scarred eye to look at her.

“What do you want?” he grumbled. His eyes also darted over her shoulder to where Razor and Sardine were talking. 

“I wanted to apologize,” she said softly, offering a smile. “I was under quite a lot of stress last time we talked and I did a lot of things that I am not proud of.” She held her breath, hoping he bought it. This part was integral if she was going to accomplish what she needed to.

He scowled at her. “You nearly got me in serious trouble, you know that?” 

“I do,” she winced, hoping she looked sufficiently remorseful. “I’m sorry, Ghost. Really.” He stared at her for another long moment before sighing, his gaze softening a touch. 

“I appreciate it,” he said, looking her over. She smiled and sat down. Good. He had never been able to stay mad at her for long.

“I did mean what I said about looking out for Smokyrose,” she whispered. “If you helped me escape, I could bring them a warning.”

Ghost shook his head. “And then what? My cats get killed instead? No, I can’t do that.” Scorch felt anger rising in her again. There was always an excuse with him, wasn’t there, some reason why he couldn’t do what she needed him to. She focused on keeping calm, though. Trying to threaten him hadn’t worked at all. She needed to use a softer touch. 

She shifted closer, her eyes big and sincere, and said, “Then I’ll tell the Clans not to kill the Chaff. Goldenstar would listen. She took in Scrap despite my warnings. If she can spare a life, she will, I promise.” 

“So Scrap is safe then,” he said as if he’d caught her in a lie. Scorch tried not to let her irritation get the better of her. Like he cared about Scrap at all. 

“Yes,” she said, smiling. “And I can make sure that she stays that way. Both her and Smokyrose.” Instinctively, she brushed her tail tenderly over his, satisfied by the way he tensed and then relaxed under her touch. “Please, Ghost. Won’t you help me?” She tried to make her eyes water as she held his gaze. Hopefully he would prove as predictable as always and be unable to resist the pleadings of a woman who needed him. 

She watched him thinking. His eyes darted down to her paws like he wanted to place one of his own on top of them. He leaned forward almost imperceptibly, their whiskers almost close enough to touch. His mouth opened, a hesitant word on his tongue, and she felt her spirits soar. Yes! She had won! She had-

His eyes flickered over her shoulder and a scowl returned. “Razor is watching,” he said. Bile swelled to overtake her lifted spirits and drag them back down to the pit of her stomach. She knew better than to look over her shoulder or quickly fix her posture. She licked her lips and very carefully sat back. 

“Think about it,” she said. “You know where to find me.” At this point, she could hear Razor coming her way. She let one ear twitch back, then stood and turned to face him, hiding all evidence that she had been touching Ghost. She smiled fondly at Razor and moved to meet him, butting her head against his chest. 

“Ghost,” Sardine said, a dubious tilt to his voice, “Shall we talk logistics?” 

Ghost cleared his throat and nodded, standing. “Yes. Let’s.” Stiffly, he turned and followed the younger tom and Scorch cursed him in her head. He was being too obvious! 

Razor curled around her, his brows furrowed, and asked, “What was that all about?” As he did, he nosed the fur on the back of her neck and she went rigid at the touch, heart suddenly hammering. 

“I was urging Ghost to have faith in your leadership,” she lied, trying to turn her head to look at him, but he opened his mouth and gently placed his teeth against her scruff and she immediately froze again. A purr rumbled through him and he removed his teeth. This time, she stayed exactly where she was.

“Is that all?” he murmured warmly against her skin. “It seemed like there was more to it than that.” He padded slowly around her, always keeping some part of him in contact with her. 

Scorch fixed her eyes on the rose bush as she spoke. “Maybe for him,” she said. “You know he never really got over me.” 

“Mm,” Razor hummed, unsatisfied. 

Scorch swallowed. “But I promise, things were strictly professional. I have no interest in any other kind of relationship with someone like him.”  

Razor came back around to look at her face again and she dared to turn her head to meet his gaze. “Not even a little?” he asked, “for old times’ sake?” 

“No, of course not!” She promised with a worried expression. “Razor, I’m yours now. That’s all I could ever want.” 

Razor looked her over and then sighed with a dejected glance downward. “I know. I just… after you went missing and everything…” He shifted his weight and sat down. “It feels like you sometimes don’t think about how your actions affect me. I do so much to make sure you’re taken care of and it’s like you don’t even care.” 

“No, Razor,” she swallowed and stepped in to wrap herself around him instead, “of course I care! I’m so sorry I’ve made you feel that way.” She knew his game. This trick was the oldest in the book. But she had no choice but to play along. “How can I prove how much I love you, honey?” 

Razor leaned into her touch with another sigh. “Just… promise you won’t talk to Ghost anymore?” he asked tiredly. “It would make me feel so much better if I didn’t have to worry about him and you.” 

“Of course,” Scorch promised, pressing her forehead against his. “If that’s what you want, I’ll try and avoid him.” 

“It is,” he purred. “Thank you, Gingersnap.” 

“Anything for you,” she swallowed. 

“Why don’t I walk you home,” he offered, pulling back to meet her gaze again. 

“Oh, that’s alright,” she shook her head. “I can get back just fine on my own.” 

“No, no, I insist,” he said, standing up. “I’ll feel a lot better if I know you got home safe.” 

Scorch sighed. It had been worth a try. Smiling, she tried to play her reaction off as fondness and said, “Alright then. Whatever you want, dear.”

#clan gen #clangen #warrior cats #warriors #warrior cats oc #warriors oc #clangen oc #clan gen oc #Scorchplume #Razor #Ghost #Oreo #Tiger #Sardine #Marmalade #Leafbare #clangenrising

[jujumin-translates]

Event | 7th Anniversary: All Actors Aboard! | PR 1: An Important Notice from Veludo Town

Izumi: (Well then, now that I’m done with outside work for today, I’ll do some shopping for dinner and then head home.)

Sakuya: Director!

Tenma: Good work.

Izumi: Good work to you too. Huh, did you guys have a leaders’ meeting?

Tsumugi: We all happened to have the day off, so the four of us went out together.

Izumi: Fufu, how nice. Where did you guys go?

Banri: We’ve been hangin’ around Chiyomi Station.

Tenma: There are a lot of shops in that area due to the redevelopment.

Izumi: Oh yeah, I remember seeing something about that on TV recently.

Sakuya: There were so many big commercial places and stylish restaurants that we could’ve spent the whole day there!

Izumi: Wow… Ah, they just opened a new theater there too, didn’t they?

Tsumugi: They did. I would’ve loved to see a play if the timing was right, but unfortunately, nothing was running at the moment.

Izumi: I wonder what kind of theater it is. Maybe I’ll be able to go there soon too.

Banri: If that’s the case, then we can give ya our recommendations of the places we found today. We’ll send ‘em to ya on LIME.

Izumi: Thanks!

*Phone buzzes*

Izumi: Huh, it’s the manager. I wonder if he has some kind of shopping request or something.

*Beep*

Izumi: Hello. Ah, I just got to the station, but is there something you want me to buy?

Manager: “S-S-S-S-S-So-b-b-b-b-b-b-ba.”

Izumi: Soba? But we just had curry udon yesterday…

Manager: “C-Chi…!”

Izumi: …Jjigae?

Tenma: Oh, are we having Korean food tonight?

Manager: “Abababa!”

Izumi: Can you please calm down? C’mon, take a deep breath!

Manager: “Phew-- haah-- phew-- haah--.”

Izumi: Have you calmed down? Now, about your dinner reque--.

Manager: “Now’s not the time! Anyway, please get back as soon as you can!”

*Beep*

Izumi: He hung up. He seemed kind of panicked, I wonder what’s wrong.

Banri: It’s the manager, so it’s prolly nothin’ we need to worry about.

Izumi: Hmm, I mean, that’s possible, but… he said to hurry home as soon as possible, so we should probably get going.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Door opens*

Izumi: We’re home.

Manager: Director! What took you so long!?

Izumi: What’s got you so panicked?

Manager: T-This…!

Izumi: A neighborhood notice? Umm… contact us to schedule a neighborhood-wide clean-up…

Tsumugi: Ah, when is it? Maybe I can help out this next ti--.

Manager: Not that! Futher down!

Izumi: Notice of the discovery of a lost cat…

Sakuya: Waah, I’m glad they found it!

Tenma: Maybe it’s a cat that Misumi knows. I’ll ask him about it, just in case.

Manager: I’m glad about that too, but that’s still not it! The thing after that!

Izumi: Umm…

Izumi: “Notice of the Redevelopment of the Veludo Station Area Project”...!?

Banri: For real? We were just talkin’ about the redevelopment of the Chiyomi Station, and now this.

Sakuya: That’s incredible timing…!

Tenma: I didn’t even realize there was talk of redeveloping the area around Veludo Station…

Tsumugi: Ah, it looks like there will be an information session being held soon.

Manager: Director, can you attend the session on the company’s behalf?

Izumi: Understood. I’ll go.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Izumi: (Phew, I heard them talk about it at the information session, and I kind of got an idea of it, but… I still feel like I don’t really know what it is exactly.)

Izumi: (In the meantime, I’ll have to head back home and share the information with everyone.)

???: Um… Excuse me, would you happen to be MANKAI Company’s Taichibana-san?

Izumi: I am… And you are--?

Okimoto: My apologies. I am Okimoto, board chairman of the Veludo Town Promotion Association.

Ekinaga: And I am Ekinaga, the person in charge of the railroad company. Thank you very much for participating in today’s information session.

Okimoto: We apologize for doing this right after the session, but do you have any time to spare at the moment?

Izumi: Yes, I do, but…

Okimoto: Actually, there is something we’d like to discuss with you--.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Izumi: Looks like everyone’s here.

Sakyo: Yes, everyone is present.

Izumi: Well then, let’s begin.

Izumi: I’m sure you’ve all already heard the rumors, but the redevelopment project for the area surrounding Veludo Station has been decided on.

Izumi: I went to the information session on it today and I have some information to share with you guys.

Tsuzuru: Redevelopment, huh… so like what happened with Chiyomi Station?

Sakyo: Chiyomi Station, huh? I was just there recently and a lot sure had changed since I was a student.

Omi: Oh, that’s right, that’s around where you went to high school, isn’t it, Sakyo-san?

Azuma: Chiyomi High, correct?

Azami: That delinquent high school, huh…

Citron: Ooh! Did you have the tan-ran, bontan, regent delinquent style!? (1)

Sakyo: …Shut your damn mouths.

Izumi: Originally, they just planned to rebuild the building of Veludo Station and the surrounding deteriorating buildings, but…

Izumi: Veludo Way has recently become more lively, with more and more people visiting the area, and it seems that they have now proposed a community revitalization project.

Hisoka: …There have been leaks at the station recently.

Misumi: Seems like the station staff would have a hard time during a typhoon~.

Yuki: Plus the ticket gates are old. There’s always something wrong with at least one of them.

Itaru: That reminds me, I used the stations for the first time in a while yesterday, and one of the trains was broken down and undergoing maintenance. That’s def not good cost performance.

Tasuku: And compared to a few years ago, there are a lot more people here, even on weekdays.

Homare: I see, no wonder there is talk of redevelopment.

Izumi: So far, the major changes would just be around Veludo Station and the plaza in front of the station.

Izumi: It looks like the roads will be cleaned up and various shops will be attracted along the tracks.

Izumi: The theaters of Veludo Way are historic, so they said they basically wouldn’t touch them.

Chikage: Wow, I appreciate their understanding and consideration of the essence of Veludo Town.

Muku: I’ll admit, I’m a little relieved. It’s not like everywhere is going to change.

Izumi: And today at the information session, there were no objections to anything said and it seems that the necessary explanations and approvals have already been given to the necessary parties.

Izumi: It looks like they’re going to move forward with it, but it will be a few more years before construction and such begins, and it will be done over the course of several years.

Kumon: I wonder what it’ll be like~. I can’t wait!

Taichi: I hope they build a massive movie theater or something!

Izumi: And… I actually have one more important thing to report. These are the documents, but…

Guy: “About the Redevelopment Project Commemoration Event”…?

Izumi: With the announcement of the project, they are going to have a commemorative event around the station to promote the future while enjoying the current Veludo Town.

Izumi: And-- MANKAI Company will be the ambassadors and navigators for that event.

Sakuya: HUH!?

*Flashback*

Izumi: You want us…?

Izumi: I’m honored, but… there are many other well-known theater companies, so why us?

Okimoto: Well, you are one of the most well-established ones on Veludo Way…

Okimoto: And the real reason is because of your contributions to the community, such as being on the cover of “VELUDO” and helping out the local community.

Izumi: (Well, it seems like the steady activities that we took for granted have paid off…)

Izumi: …Thank you so much! Please let us do it!

*Flashback end*

Izumi: …I accepted the job on my own. Sorry.

Kazunari: What are you saying, Director-chan!? That’s like totes incredible!

Juza: Yea, ‘course we’re gonna accept.

Masumi: It’s okay, I’ll do anything for you.

Sakuya: This means we get to give back to Veludo Town! I’ll do my best too!

[ Next Part ⇢ ]

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T/N:

(1) This is a very dated sort of Japanese delinquent style. Tan-ran and bontan are variations of the top and pants of the traditional gakuran uniform respectively, and regent is a type of hairstyle that’s basically what I guess would be considered a pompadour hairstyle in English.

#a3! #a3! translation #sakuya sakuma #tenma sumeragi #banri settsu #tsumugi tsukioka #isuke matsukawa

[horce-divorce]

The other day my crows were annoying me SO much I actually packed it up and went inside.

I was sitting w the cats on the patio (they get supervised outside time in their tent or on a harness only) and usually we sit out there for a few hours while I do whatever. The crows are usually not around this time of day, they forage elsewhere (I feed & observe them too, hence "my" crows, for anyone who's new).

No. Not today. These corvids were HOME and they were NOT having it. Whatever "it" was. It was... Hard to tell at first.

Crows are uh, discordant by nature, but there's actually a lot of rhyme & reason to it. When you watch them every day you kinda learn their quirks and signals, even their voices and speech patterns. but this day was different. something VERY OUTRAGEOUS was going down and they just would NOT shut the FUCK up about it. none of them. 2 juveniles came screaming into the yard, an adult came and also started screaming, then left with one of the juveniles.

The other stayed in our yard and squaked- I shit you not- for FORTY. GODDAMN. MINUTES. WITHOUT. PAUSE.

At first I was like "what in the FUCK is his problem?! Does he just hate US? How does he not pass out?" and considering that, as soon as I went inside w the cats, he abandoned his post... Yeah, it kinda seemed like maybe they just wanted the yard! Like fine. Sure. We are the problem, I agree. You're a wild animal, you live here, too. I get it! I'll go. Nbd!!! Jesus!!!

I was so fucking wrong. That was not their problem.

So they keep this up for the rest of the day. He left our yard, but no joke, at all points you can hear a crow losing it's whole mind somewhere in the neighborhood, long after we went inside. This started around midday and continued until we were outside eating dinner at around 5/6pm.

That was when EVERY. SINGLE. CROW. IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD. APPEARED. AND STARTED SCREAMING IN UNISON.

We actually were like "......😳" like what do you even do when there's literally 50-100 crows just fucking screaming. This is highly unusual. Do you just... go inside?? Is that a portent of some kind? Like... We couldn't even have a conversation. (Also crows are bigger than you probably think. Have you ever seen one up close? No? It's a big ass bird, js. Having that many around suddenly is... Weird.)

But we were VERY curious what their fucking problem was.

So we watched.

And within about 10 minutes of The Screamening, we saw a huge faction of crows split off and take off screaming at top speed,

CHASING A WHOLE HAWK OUT OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD!!!!!!!!!

Once it was gone they immediately calmed down and went back to their normal, quieter behaviors (even doing the crooning and little croaks/trills that they only do when they feel safe & comfortable). They were VERY pleased w their work and I

CRY!!!!!!!!!

I cry.

I thought the crow was trying to pick on my cats and HE WAS TELLING ME TO TAKE THEM INSIDE BECAUSE MY DUMB ASS DIDNT SEE THE FUCKING HAWK.

Im an IDIOT FUCKING HUMAN so it took me for ever to put together that they were just trying to protect their yard and we happened to be in the safety zone. I feed them and give them water and they know me, so they gave me a warning shout!!!!!! And he was SO DEDICATED like he really did not give up until he saw us go inside. Babie :'( I was making fun of him bc I was frustrated too, I am such an ass hole wtf

Where would we even be as a species without our animal friends and neighbors!!!! 😭😭 8 steps back in the evolutionary process undoubtedly!!!!! Fuck!!!!!!! Thank you for my life you funky little goth dinosaurs. What the fuck.

One man vs a redtailed hawk = holy shit have u seen those things. they're in a size class w bald eagles. godspeed adjusting to ur new prosthetic eyes

100 angry crows vs a hawk = haha oh shit you better fly faster 🤪 you fucked up!!!

Anyway. Wow. I'm gonna leave those crows some bacon today. It's a bit belated bc it took me 3 days to realize how the whole ordeal was connected but man they do such important work in this community. they might leave guts in the birdbath but they are some of the best neighbors I've ever had <3

#me #story time #murderbirds #full disclosure: i didnt get a good look at the hawk so idk if it was a redtail #but we hsve SOOOOO MANY FUCKING REDTAILS i see them all the goddamn time. yes in town.

[vshushmshu]

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i turned 17 yesterday.

i don’t fully remember what i was gonna write; my head hurts, and i stare at the ceiling fan trying to blink sleep away, blank. that birthday could’ve gone a million different ways, depending on the million different ways my life could’ve played out until now, but there’s only one that happened. i wonder what the others would’ve been like, felt like.

i don’t feel 17; what’s that supposed to feel like?

i got a cool shirt, suns and moons and stars on it, and i had to wear this sort of black undershirt so you couldn’t see my chest or whatever. we went to a shelter that smelled like cat piss and dog shit, because apparently my mother saw a adoption event in some newsletter for “things to do in [city],” and wanted to get a dog. she says dogs help you feel less lonely, and i think that she shouldn’t rely on a dog to make her feel better about herself. she makes me put back the folder with registered dogs, too many people.

why do i rely on watching for what i’m supposed to feel? what would i look out for as a guideline?

since the dog thing was a bust, and we drove around a bit more to find a bin where you can donate clothes. she had some clothes she wanted to donate. i didn’t realize that i had spaced, thinking of a million different ways this day could’ve gone so far, and i couldn’t breathe.

what do people do on their 17th birthday?

i’d heard of huge parties, of people spending it with their friends, or alone. she asked what i wanted to do today, and i couldn’t bring myself to say anything. all i did was shrug, and say i didn’t expect anything more than cake to eat. she always gives me looks, like i was strange in the way i existed out of place in her criteria for the norm, and she did that time, too. i can’t understand her guidelines. really, there is no rulebook to go off, nothing that she says clear.

how long will it be like this, going off nothing?

she gets mad once again, muttering about how she didn’t want to “pressure me to do things i didn’t want to do, since this was a special day.”

my mother also said that if i wanted to be miserable on my birthday, it was fine by her, as she stomped up the stairs. i think about the possibility of never having to have a 17th birthday. i think about spending it with my family back in india, just the same as when i used to have tiered cakes with the whole neighborhood coming to have some, when the kid next door would slam my face into the frosting and i’d get annoyed. i think about spending it goofing off with friends, and laughing until i couldn’t breathe. i couldn’t breathe.

what did i want to do yesterday?

i can’t really remember, and i don’t think i had expected anything more of the day in the first place. we watched “the marvels” movie, illegal moment by yours truly, and it was cool. kamala is a total loser in the movie in a way i appreciated, but the mcu should’ve ended a while ago. we ate indian food engineered to be more palatable to the west, and cut cake. i can’t remember what i wished for. it wasn’t chocolate, like i thought would be obvious to get since i had always asked for a chocolate cake. she said it would be “too much,” and i’m still not sure what it would be too much of. all i know was the cake was too sweet, and i was too full.

what did i wish for?

i don’t think it matters too much, actually, but i still wonder. we all went to our rooms after a while, doing jack diddly, and i checked my phone. a couple people wished me happy birthday, and i responded to catch up and make stupid jokes, because i know it was only to have a reason to talk to me. i don’t think i mean that in like a self-centered way either, even if i’m so cowabunga awesome sauce, but more so because i know when people miss having me to talk to. some didn’t text, and maybe they forgot.

it’s okay, they were busy, and i almost did too.

it feels like any other day.

is this supposed to be special for me?

time keeps moving along, and that’s what any family that calls says. “what are you turning this year, beta? five?” or “man, how time flies. i remember when you were up to my waist.” it feels really copy-paste, at least to me. isn’t that what they said last time? my dad sends me paragraphs literally copy-pasted to wish me more happy birthdays, coupled with pictures of more paragraphs, and it’s a little funny. as i read, most the manufactured strings of words call me daughter, and it finally registers for me that i’ve felt Not So Great all day today.

i didn’t laugh.

was it really supposed to feel so lonely?

i don’t rely on dogs. it feels a little selfish, to get a dog just to make you feel better. feeling blue? get a pet that’s excited when you come home!! wouldn’t that be just swell? i don’t want a track record of not properly caring back, just as my mother. the dog would go hungry, just as i have. i couldn’t do that. i decided to call up my friends, stream playing some dumb game in the background if they felt up to talking. one was busy playing dnd, and the other was down, but didn’t feel too good at the moment and didn’t wanna ruin my birthday for me with them feeling down. i laughed.

did i deserve something special?

i never really streamed the game. it was as nice as always to talk, soon being three instead of two, and we laughed until we couldn’t breathe. i think everyone felt a bit better as we headed off to bed. at least i hoped so, but i could sleep easier, which is all i could really ever ask for in the end.

why did i write all this down?

i don’t really know. it’s taken so long to remember and write, even if it only was yesterday, that i’ve already taken a shower and eaten more cake. i sort of wished it was chocolate, still. but that’s okay. all i know is that i probably won’t remember this as well as i would like to, by the time my next birthday rolls around.

why do i still feel like a kid?

and maybe i want something to rely on, something that isn’t forgetting.

it’ll be okay. at least, i hope.

so, yeah!! i close this off feeling the same as when i started writing, staring blankly at something or other. it’s night now, and as i look over at the pretty lighting the lamp gives the room, i think the first day of being seventeen is survived. i survived, and i will continue. not every question will be answered right away, if ever.

here’s to 17.

#vent #ignore this honestly. it’s really long #kam bol vishu #again #probably shouldn’t be posting this #but i don’t know how to talk about it #and what is tumblr if not your live journal LMAO #but yeah #if you did read it. thanks for listening

[amarantine-amirite]

I Almost Become a Statistic

The day that changed my life began in a quiet neighborhood at dawn on a rainy fall day. Everything felt wet, runny, and out of focus. But it wasn't because of the weather. It was because of everything that happened the night before.

Last night, I learned what high school parties are really like. They're nothing like the movies. Those movies aren't about us; those movies are about our parents. The world was different back then. People back then had no Internet, no Fortnite, no nothing. Today's kids are a whole different beast. We're anxious. We're either too fat or too skinny. And we can't tolerate alcohol...at all!

The kids at my school are on a treadmill. Agnes burns up so much of her energy at school that she has none left for when she gets home. George damaged his kidneys by holding his pee for too long because the teacher wouldn't let him go to the bathroom. He's now on dialysis and has to leave school early for appointments. Dorothy seems to be the only normal one around here, but even then, there's a big asterisk next to normal. Everyone else has so many problems that her untreated bipolar disorder blends into the scenery.

The party was George's idea. He had it at his house because he had a dialysis machine at home. If he needed to top up, he could just do it.

We went to town here. We had laser lights. We had glow sticks. We had The Caretaker as the background music.

We had a good reason to go all out for this party. George Didn't celebrate Halloween as a kid. Nobody in his hometown did. This was his first Halloween party ever.

I'm not joking when I say Agnes doesn't have any energy left after school. I saw her toddle upstairs within less than an hour of the party starting. "Hey Agnes," Dorothy asked, "where are you going?"

"Sleep," Agnes replied as she staggered up the stairs, trying not to trip.

I looked at the time on my phone. "It's only 7:02," I said, "are you sure?"

Agnes looked at me and said, "Positive. I'm absolutely exhausted." I could hear her slur her words. "See ya schmucks tomorrow morning."

She went upstairs to crash on George's folks' bed. Most of the guys hollered and made comments about how she got around. The boys at our school are idiots. If they see a girl in a sexy devil costume go to bed early, they assume she has a boy (or four) up there waiting for her. Agnes did not, and she responded with both of her middle fingers.

"Rose, can you believe that Agnes is that tired so early in the night?" Dorothy asked me. Her pink wig slid off to the side a bit as she fidgeted with her cat's-eye glasses.

I watched to see if Agnes had made it up the stairs. "Actually, I can," I nodded once she was out of earshot, "Agnes wears out super easily."

"Huh," Dorothy remarked, "and all this time, we thought she was just lazy."

"She's not," I said, "she does AP everything, but she can barely get through the work."

As the night passed, the music got more and more eerie and unrecognizable. People were wondering if it was something that they ate. "Here," Dorothy said, "try this". She passed me a bottle full of some golden brown liquid.

I looked at the bottle and drank a bit of it. I probably thought it was iced tea or something. "What the hell is this?" I asked.

"Some rum," Dorothy shrugged.

I looked at the vintage on the bottle. This rum was 600 years old. "How is this not vinegar?"

Dorothy looked at me with a dumbstruck look on her face. "Because it's rum," she said. I don't think she understood that alcohol that old will have reacted with the oxygen in the air and turned into acetic acid

"Yeah," I nodded, "but it's 600 years old."

Dorothy blinked. "It's supposed to be old, da-doi"

I rolled my eyes. Some time in 8th grade, Dorothy adopted da-doi as a substitute for duh. I have no idea what she was thinking, it just sounds so stupid.

Dorothy took another mouthful. She fell over. About an hour later, I noticed she hadn't moved from the kitchen table. I checked her pulse and couldn't feel anything. She wasn't breathing. "Guys," I said to the two girls dressed as Cinderella's stepsisters, "I think Dorothy died.

They didn't believe me, mostly because she got back up at the same time I said this.

Dorothy panicked. "I'm dead?" she gasped. She frantically started taking her pulse. "No, wait, I'm alive," she sighed in relief after she noticed her pulse had come back.

Dorothy had been clinically dead for an hour, but somehow the party kept right on going. By 11:00, the background music wasn't really music anymore at all, just fragments of what had been. Anyone who tuned into the music got an epic spook.

I heard Dorothy chuckle. "What's so funny?" I asked.

Dorothy turned her head and said to me, "You know, Rose, my own misadventure with this 600-year-old rum got me thinking." An evil grin spread across her face.

"You're plotting something," I smirked, "I can tell"

Dorothy looked around to see if George was around. He wasn't. She leaned forward and said quietly, "Well, what if we poured it in George's dialysis machine?"

Now, I'm not the type to tamper with medical devices people need to live for a simple joke, but I went along with it. We went upstairs to George's room and saw him asleep in his Charlie Brown costume and hooked up to the dialysis machine.

Dorothy opened the cap where you put the dialysis fluid, poured just a little bit of the rum into the machine, and ran before he woke up and saw us.

We watched the output of our malevolent handiwork from an open doorway George threw up a couple of times and passed out.

I started to get nervous. What if George didn't wake up? "Don't worry," Dorothy reassured me, "he'll be OK in an hour."

"How do you know?" I asked.

"Because I was only dead for an hour after I drank this, da-doi?". Dorothy can say that as often as she wants, but it still sounds stupid.

Dorothy's comment did nothing to reassure me. Drinking alcohol isn't like pouring it directly into your bloodstream. George could be OK, but he could not be.

I don't remember George's reaction. I don't remember what happened after that. I only remember that by midnight, I found myself in a strange room.

I was alone. I had no recollection of how I got there. I didn't know where I was. I didn't even know if I was still at George's house. I felt a vague sensation of terror and helplessness.

It got worse: a guy who was roughly the same build as I approached me.

He grabbed by the collar of my Devo costume and dragged me down a flight of stairs I didn't even know existed. The hall at the bottom of the stairs had two doors: one with a round handle, the other that folds up like an accordion.

He opened the accordion door and shoved me into a tiny room with a boiler, pipes, the sewage stack, and the gas line packed in on top of each other. The room had no space to maneuver.

"You were born of filth, and to filth, you shall return," he said as he closed the door. I had no idea what that meant.

I needed to leave. I needed to leave now. How would I get out?

I spotted a gap between the sewage stack and the water heater wide enough to go through. It led into a ground-floor bedroom closet. I got out of the closet, climbed out the window and into the backyard.

The backyard had a forest clearing with a great big chessboard. Folding chairs made of sleek metal encircled the chessboard. On the other side of the woods, the front yard unfolded gracefully. A street lamp cast a silvery glow over the incline leading to a driveway that opened onto two distinct streets. One street showcased neighboring houses, while the other led to an apartment building and a crosswalk.

I felt so relieved. I recognized the front yard and the street. I was still at George's house.

That was the good news. The bad news was the guy saw me leave. He knew where I was headed.

I ran towards the apartment building. I hoped I could get inside and explain what was happening, but when I pulled on the door, it was locked. I tried to go up to the vent, but I fell through the ceiling of the third floor.

The cleaner saw me. He looked at me and tipped his head to one side. "I'm surprised to see you drop in like this," he joked.

"Very funny," I chuckled nervously, "but I'm being hunted down by a serial killer"

"Really?" the cleaner said incredulously. I could tell what he wanted to say was she's 5'11.5" and weighs 210 pounds. That has to be one dumb serial killer.

"Where is she?" I heard a familiar voice demand.

I bolted. I heard someone say, "She went that way!"

The elevator pulled up. The doors opened. But he didn't get a chance to catch me. The elevator fell just as he got off. The doors didn't even close; it just dropped.

Now, all elevators have electric brakes on them so that the people in them don't plummet to their deaths. It didn't help. By the time the electric brakes kicked in, he got stuck in an awkward position. His leg and torso hung out over the threshold. The way he landed lodged his knee against his rib cage.

The cleaner heard the commotion, raced upstairs, and called 911. The paramedics showed up a few hours later.

It didn't help. They pulled out a dead body. From the looks of it, he died almost immediately from a broken rib and subsequent internal bleeding.

I went back to the house. I wasn't thinking about whether George was OK from Dorothy's stupid prank. I was just grateful I didn't die.

I learned how unpredictable things are. Nobody's going to come out and say this, but this is the reality. On Thursday, it looks like it's going to be a beautiful day. On Friday, expect the foreboding fog of decay to descend upon you. On Saturday, the forecast calls for secondary succession to reclaim the land. We don't know what happens next

@urfriendlywriter

#writing #writers #writers on tumblr #short fiction #weirdcore #short story

[purplesurveys]

1666

saw this survey taken by someone else but based on how the credit was formatted, I’m 613% sure this came from me HAHAHA but as what I’ve done 454938793 times, no harm in repeating surveys!

survey by nadine07

[..INTRODUCTIONS..]

First Name: Robyn.

Middle Name: Not sharing.

Last Name: Most definitely not sharing.

Birthdate: April 21st, 25 years ago.

[..FIRST THINGS FIRST..]

What was the first thing you did after you got up? Realized I slept ahead of Reena (she spent the night) and felt bad. What was the name of your first pet? A goldfish with the ultra original and creative name of Goldy.

Who was your first big crush? I’ll go ahead and name Andi on this one. Pretty sure what I had for her was actually a serious lil crush in grade school and not merely resentment that she was migrating, lol.

Where was the first place you drove after you got your license? I went to Chelsea’s 18th birthday dinner. I remember Aaron asking for a ride at the time and when he was making conversation by asking how long I’ve been driving, I scared him shitless when I told him that was literally my first drive outside the neighborhood lol.

Who was your very first friend? Kaye back in kindergarten.

What was the first thing you ate today? Garlic rice, hotdogs, bacon, and eggs.

What was your first job? My first job is also my current job, but I started out as an associate.

[..COLORS..]

Name something red in the room you are in: Basically all my Tata merch.

Is orange one of your school’s team colors? Idk what a ‘team color’ is but we did have school colors (would they be the same thing?), and maroon is one of the colors of my university.

How many yellow shirts do you own? Offhand, around five or a little more than that.

Name someone you know who drives a green car: I have no clue...everyone I know has a black, white, or gray car.

Is it a blue sky outside right now? Nope, it is currently pitch black. 3:08 AM.

What is the first thing that pops into your head when I say ‘purple’? :) BTS.

Are the walls in the room you’re in white? Yes they are indeed.

Does black make you think of depressing things? Nope.

Jewelry: gold or silver? Silver.

[..PHONE STUFF..]

Who is your provider? Doubt you’d have ever heard of it, but it’s a local one called Globe.

How long have you had your current phone? A little over a year ago.

What did your last text say? I don’t know, and I don’t feel like checking.

If you woke up naked next to the last person to call, would it be awkward? Yeah, very.

Was your last missed call male or female? Girl.

Who is your 10th phone contact? Jum. She’s still named under ‘Ate Jum’ which is funny because it tells me I must have added her number when we were relatively new to each other and weren’t friends yet...we eventually became part of the same college friend group and I haven’t addressed her with the honorific in years.

How did you meet them? We actually started out as mere classmates in one of our majors classes, but we ended up being applicant batchmates for what would eventually be our college org so we became a lot closer from there.

Are you related to your 17th phone contact? Not in the slightest.

How long have you known your 1st phone contact? Since late grade school.

When was the last time you saw them? Probably somewhere around campus, 2-3 years ago.

Who is your 4th phone contact? Blanch.

Have you ever kissed that person? Have not.

When was the last time someone drunk dialed/texted/left a voicemail? Couple of weeks ago when Andi drunk messaged me on Facebook. They tend to do that a lot, but I just ignore it unless they seem super distraught/emotional.

[..RANDOMOSITY..]

What time is it? 3:19 AM.

Are you supposed to be doing something other than this? Well...sleeping. But considering I was knocked out from 2 PM to 8 PM, I don’t feel sleepy at all currently hahaha.

Do you live on your own or with your parents? I continue to live with my parents. Asian culture :)

Are you more of a cat or a dog person? Biiiiiiig dog person.

Are you allergic to anything? Nopes. If for some reason I am, I have not discovered it yet. I’m pretty sure at this point that I don’t have any allergies though.

Does your shirt have anything written on it? Nothing in text, but it does have the 2021 BTS Sowoozoo logo printed on it.

Have you ever tie-dyed something? Once in grade school for a home economics class.

Who can you always count on to cheer you up? For the most part I try not to pass on my negative emotions to other people, but if it can’t be helped then I would go to Angela.

How many places have you been today? Just one; I dropped Reena off at one of the malls connected to a train station so she can commute back home safely.

Are you a forgiving person? No.

When was the last time you felt let down? Earlier this evening when I discovered my mom ate my Army Navy fries. :(

What is the title of the nearest book to you? There is no book anywhere near me.

Are you wearing anything that belongs to someone else? Nah, this whole get-up is mine.

Can you whistle? I can.

Do you look more like your mother or your father? My mom. My dad’s side only manifests in certain angles or expressions I make.

Are you still in high school? Haven’t been in high school in the last seven years.

Are you the oldest, middle, youngest, or an only child? Eldest.

Has anyone ever told you that you talk in your sleep? Nope.

How many people have you kissed this year? Zero.

Is there anyone of the opposite sex you trust fully? Just Hans.

Are you a night owl or an early bird? Night owl. I hate waking up early, especially *having* to wake up early.

Would you rather go to Brazil for the weekend or Finland for a month? I’ll take Finland.

[..AND FINALLY..]

Where did you last go out to eat at? Rue Bourbon. I was too shy to eat anything though...only thing I did there was down two glasses of weng-weng, hah.

When was the last time you let someone borrow something from you? Earlier this week when my sister needed to use my bucket hat to make some measurements for a bucket hat design she herself was planning.

Was your last breakup a bad one? As bad as bad can get.

What was the last song you listened to? Amygdala by Agust D. Easily, EASILY my favorite track off D-Day.

What was the last movie you watched? Not technically a movie, but we watched Road To D-Day the moment it came out last night.

Did your last kiss happen in a public place? I think?

How did you meet the last person to leave you a comment? She’s my grand-aunt.

[the-firebird69]

Now since yesterday Trump has said he is King to 4500 people personally and he's demanding it of everyone and her son will say not until coronation and they'll start fighting every time because that's what it is what half of them said not yet the other side the other half said they say that but you have to be coordinated and then the remaining 10 or 20 people said probably Dan said no way. They took a carpet out of the house next door or the apartment and it was big and it was rolled up and heavy it looks like they're struggling with it and people tried to see what it was tried to scan seriously they called the police no but they did investigate it and try to figure out what he was doing there's a few clues that it was not kosher they did it the same time he was walking out it's very heavy bulky a little bit too bulky and big it's very big it's like 14 ft long and 2 1/2 ft diameter so a lot of people panicked and try to figure out where it went some people went and looked and they actually hired investigators and they're looking at it now and they're investigating what they're doing they're trying to steal those rocks those stones people can't figure it out they're sitting their bothering everybody mumbling and from across the street you could hear Tommy f saying this I hope you guys run hell you're so dumb and you have to go do something. I said well raid your house while you're away said I'm calling the police cuz you're saying it everyday and you're trying everyday you tried yesterday I saw you at my house at the front door trying to get in. So he's off the police station running a report on on the guy next to you and on damn cuz her cat burgers and they said they were they've been spotted around the neighborhood and three people wrote them up with the police this morning and it'll be more

Stan sent his reporting to the court it's not really report but that's what the idiots calling what it is is it his affidavit and request for them to be brought in and arrested and tried and convicted for stealing someone's name and and the stealing someone's apartment there's a name for it and my son says it's squatting but here it's called something else and a lot of people call it a forceful takeover what it is is a hostile takeover of someone's apartment it's very illegal in Florida cuz it happens to old people and what she is is like a younger kind of helpless person and their old scumbags and they have seen them a lot so Stan is going to file papers today cuz nobody can stand these idiots the lunacy gets people mad enough to kill them every single day about 10 times a day and nobody wants them around so they're provoking everybody hit him while they're doing this where in Florida taking their stuff cuz they insist on us giving them stuff which we never do helping them take stuff which we're not doing it all and we keep telling them what you're doing is getting rid of your stuff we are not doing what you say we're not doing what you tell us to do at all as a matter of fact we don't even use a certain word because it's not even close to do doing what we're doing we're going after you for your stupid commands. We're taking all your stuff and by the way Dan we're going to hit you for what you're saying to our people that have them say. And we can't tolerate you you're intolerable you're someone who is intolerable you're a complete absolute baby. So there's several people who are filing with the court today and we filed yesterday and yes we're going after hard you're going to regret it then and Trump and in the big arena Your name is mud they see you prancing around thanking everybody for the death of the monarch it's actually holding a line against a whole bunch of people that you've been inviting in in a treason is fashion and Biden was no help but he's too small to resist you so he had to stand up and defend himself and ride on himself a little bit but people heard how it's done if you're small they said I'm calling these people when this happens I'm calling these people when that happens all sorts of stuff that he's doing and iur son doesn't care but really, this clan is an irritant and they're talking about stuff they shouldn't and they provoke us to I want them out I'm going to try and make sure they go out. Several things that bother us the tormenting our son he has no money and they keep making it so he is less than some I want them fixed today I want more movies during the day it drives his people out and it gets rid of them and I want to take over his businesses today aggressively go after him but might as well no we have to take territory in his businesses there's like 50 businesses left some of them are pretty large like comparison to what other people have and he says anything that's crucial grocery stores restaurants food chain that will take over and mackle think that they can come take over and we'll get Intel so I'm looking at that now with water supply water and they're going to turn around and do that and it's going to be a boon I'm sending the orders now

Thor Freya

Well it's been a pleasure yes but I know that you're sticking in there all the time sticking it out and the queen passing has affected a lot of people including me I see it we've been trying to do I see we've done and it is massively magnanimous they're hardly are any other cloners and they don't clone much and they have this huge Army and they're fighting these corners and the worst the best is cloners can do is try and grab people who are females and use them to clone and they grab their own and they're getting their asses handed to them and the foreigners are going to beat them up and the max will still try and rebound and still have power on this planet and they only third of the stuff that we can't get to most of the foreigners don't own it out right although they've been taking over a lot of area and stuff is to build weapons. So I admire you for what you've done and there are a few things we can fix up and we got to start doing that but you've been driving a lot of it and I do say that because I mean it and what you say is you've been having me do it because you know the women's situation and that I'm knowledgeable about it and it's true I knew it was going on with the colony and we both worked on it and that is what you say cuz it is and you're very glad I'm here because it wouldn't have happened a lot of women would be gone possibly of ours

Hera

Zues

[annenhypen]

Falling

jay x reader

high school au! strangers to friends to lovers au!

word count: 2.8k

writer’s note: this is the longest work i have written so far and I ENJOYED WRITING IT SO MUCH! I really want to write drabbles for this pairing if this does well!!! let me know what you guys think.

tags: @gratefulmaria @azeugirdor @eggbutnotyolk @jungwon-luv-bot-pt3

Before Meeting Him

You and your boyfriend, Daniel, had a steady relationship. Growing up together and ending up going to the same schools, it was like you guys were destined to be together. You were best friends until one day he asked you out and decided to change your title to his “girlfriend”.

You were seated next to him in the first period as he turned his head to face you.

“I heard there’s a new transfer student in our class” he informed you, causing your eyebrows to shoot up. Students rarely changed schools in the beginning of the senior year, so you got curious about the new presence in your class.

He entered the classroom on his first day, dressed in a black hoodie in contrast to his bleached hair but matching his black jeans. Every clothing he put on that day was black except for the four silver rings he put on his hands. He stood next to your teacher and introduced himself to the class. Despite his dark style, he introduced himself with a bright smile that caught your attention for a little too long. Jay. His name fits his appearance you thought. You watched him walk to the only empty seat in the classroom which was the seat in front of your boyfriend who was sitting next to you. You looked away when he made eye contact with you, catching you staring at him.

Meeting Him

Turns out that Jay was not just your classmate. He was also the son of the family who moved in next door. You were surprised to see him open the door when your mother sent you to give your new neighbors a welcome gift, freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies. You collected yourself and smiled brightly, holding out the plate filled with cookies in front of you.

“Hello, I am Y/N. I live next door and my mother sent these for you to say welcome to our neighborhood.” you explained, finally looking at his eyes. He smiled back at you, taking the plate out of your hands.

“Thank you so much, it’s very nice of her and you. I am Jay. I am pretty sure we are classmates as well.” he answered. You nodded at him.

“I’ll see you in class then” you said and took one step back to go back to your house. You saw him wave a goodbye at you before turning around.

An Offer

Many things were unpredictable in your life. For example, you never expected your relationship with Daniel to come to an end so quickly but it did. You also did not expect your long term friendship with your -now- ex boyfriend to get ruined, following your break-up. You were still seated next to each other in class but you rarely talked. He never texted you about anything other than your classes. It was a hard time for both of you. You were sad because losing a friend who has been there all along was not easy to take it in.

“I am going to assign all of you into study groups today. I am expecting you guys to meet outside of class to encourage each other to study for the upcoming exams” announced your homeroom teacher on the third Friday of your senior year, causing your classmates to whine to voice their complaints out. You opened your notebook as you waited for your name to be called.

“Ruby, Luke, Y/N, Jay and Daniel, you guys are Team B” you heard your teacher added after checking his journal.

Here’s how these “study groups” worked: every group member had to do their best and get a good grade on the exams. After the exams week, the average grade for each team was calculated by your teacher and the team with the highest average score received a prize in return. This way, your teacher made sure everyone helped each other to increase the average grade for their teams.

“Make sure to exchange phone numbers and make a group chat to discuss your study plans and meetings” your teacher suggested.

You pulled out a loose-leaf and tapped on Jay’s shoulder who was seating in front of Daniel. He looked back with a questioning expression.

“Write your phone number down and pass the paper to Ruby” you confided and he nodded back at you before taking the paper from your hands. You took the paper back after Ruby and Luke wrote their numbers down. Of course you did not have to ask for Daniel’s number.

“I’ll create a group chat after school, we can discuss the details there” you reported, gaining a nod from every member of your study group.

You were a competitive student. Your grades were always above average and these study group contests made you even more ambitious. As nerdy as it sounded, you wanted to make sure everyone in your team performed well on the upcoming exams.

You knew Ruby was a bright student. Daniel studied regularly as well. Luke was okay as far as you knew. However, you did not know about Jay’s academics. You were determined to learn about it and help him if he needed your help.

“Hey Jay, do you want to walk home together after school?” you asked, smiling politely. He turned to you in surprise and took a look at Daniel’s face. He smirked at Daniel’s clenched jaw and accepted your offer.

Plans

You saw Jay playing with his phone in front of the school gates when you exited the school building. He was wearing his leather jacket, making you look like a child next to him with your fluffy pastel pink cardigan and white outfit. He put his phone into his back pocket when you reached his side.

“You ready?” he questioned looking down at your face. You looked so short compared to his tall figure. You felt intimidated by his eyes and chose to look down at your shoes before nodding your head.

“So… How are you?” he asked, breaking the dead silence as you walked side by side.

“I’m good. I should ask you how you are. Were you able to get used to living here?” you asked, feeling, less nervous as you walked.

“Yes… Actually, I couldn't explore much since I don’t have many friends around here and I usually just go to school and return home during the week” he explained and scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. I probably sound like a loser, he thought. You thought for a little before speaking again.

“Hey, I can show you around this weekend if you want? I didn’t have anything planned anyway. Also, this is like the last weekend we can enjoy before studying for the exams. That is… if you want to, of course… I get it if you don’t-“ your rambling got interrupted by Jay’s little chuckle. Cute, he thought.

“I would like that,” he answered. You couldn’t help but smile at his acceptance of your invitation.

“This is kind of random but do you like pancakes?” you asked out of nowhere.

“Who doesn’t like pancakes?” he answered your question with another question causing you to chuckle. I already like this guy, you thought.

“Alright, then we can go to this local diner I know for breakfast tomorrow and start our little tour afterwards” you suggested while looking at him to wait for his answer.

“Alright, sounds like a plan” he concluded. Jay couldn’t help but think how much he wanted this “little tour” of yours to be an actual date.

Getting to Know Him

“Oh you should meet Mr. Bubbles” you insisted as you watched Jay take another bite of his blueberry pancakes. You wanted to introduce your fat Scottish fold to your new friend who apparently loves cats.

“I would love to…But unfortunately, I am allergic to cats” he replied, looking a little sad. You felt the need to comfort him inside you.

“Don’t be so sad! I can just show him to you through the window of my room” you suggested. You heard his small chuckle before nodding at your direction.

From this morning, you learned that Jay is not as intimidating as he looked from outside. He moved to your town from Seattle because of his father’s job. He was good at subjects like English and History but he said he could use some help with Math. His favorite genre of music was Rock and he took dance classes back in Seattle. He was interested in fashion and he liked cats. He had an easygoing personality and a pretty smile- wait, a big smile you meant.

In addition, Jay learned that you liked many more things other than studying: you enjoyed watching romantic comedies the most but one of your common interests was that both of you liked watching anime. You also liked cooking even though you were not as experimental as Jay when you entered the kitchen. Jay was stunned when he learned your favorite rock band: ONE OK ROCK because that was his favorite band too. He was surprised to find similarities between you two when you looked so different from outside. He also learned how much he liked your laugh and how hard he wanted to try to make you laugh more often to just listen to your laugh.

Not so long after, you paid the check and headed to your next destination.

“We’re going to the beach, I hope you know how to ride a bike” you chimed while walking backwards in front of Jay.

“Of course I know how to ride a bike! Who do you think I am?” he fought back right before you tripped on something and almost fell on your butt. He reached forward to catch you by your waist, saving you from both: the pain and the embarrassment of falling in front of Jay.

You both went silent when you were chest to chest. You looked up to Jay’s face while holding your breath. You looked at his eyes and he stared back at yours. You saw his eyes flicker to your lips and that was the signal you got before pulling away from his hold.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry, I’m so clumsy” you mumbled looking down at your feet, continuing to walk next to Jay. He strolled next to you but he did not miss the pink shade on your cheeks before looking ahead.

***

Oh my god Y/N! Get your shit together! What is wrong with you, you just spent a single day with the guy! You told yourself that night, laying down on your bed when you came back from your day with Jay.

Okay, he was attractive, funny and nice to you. He also was a good listener and he was talkative as well. You felt comfortable spending time with him and you felt bad when you said goodbye to him in front of your house before you got in. You sighed before rubbing your eyes and tried to fall asleep without thinking about your cute, hot, funny and sweet classmate.

Study Group

You opened the gates of the coffee shop you were supposed to meet with your study mates 10 minutes later than your agreed meeting time. You hurried your way upstairs where it was more quiet than downstairs and you saw your group members sitting on a table in the left corner of the room. You apologized for being late when you reach their table and took the only empty seat next to Daniel, across from Jay.

You opened your backpack to take your materials out when you realized a cup of coffee was pushed in front of you. You looked up to see Jay grinning at you. He went back to taking notes on his notebook when you reached for the cup to take a sip from it. You realized it was a latte with unsweetened vanilla. Your usual order. He remembered your order from the coffee shop you went on your little tour right before you went to see the local art gallery. You looked at his face to see him watching your reaction. You gave him a small smile while mouthing "thank you" and he returned your smile with a little nod.

Confession

It was right before the Christmas break started when Jay came to terms with his feelings for you. Between the walks you took home together, the shared snacks between classes, the laughs shared during the lunch periods, and the times he snuck into your room to watch your favorite anime together at night when you were both supposed to be sleeping, he fell for you.

Jay was a straightforward guy. If he feels something, he might as well tell you about it. Worst case scenario: you would kindly reject him and he would move on. So he grabbed his phone from his nightstand and texted you.

You grabbed your cardigan from your closet and opened the gates of the kitchen which looked at the backyard as quiet as possible to not wake your parents up. You saw Jay putting his hands in his pockets while waiting for you in the middle of your backyard. His back was facing you so you thought you could have a little fun.

You reached him while tiptoeing silently and grabbed his waist from behind.

“BOO!” you whisper screamed. He jumped and pushed you away while you tried to hold your laugh, but failed miserably. He watched you laugh while he shook his head in disbelief.

“I knew it! You’re still scared of the ghosts” you accused him, stepping forward and putting your pointing finger on his chest. He watched you having fun with an amusing smile plastered on his face. He reached for your waist with his both hands while still looking at you with the same amused smile.

“Why do I even like you?” he muttered in disbelief. You froze. He watched your surprised expression and realized what he just blurted out.

“What?” you asked looking down at his chest because looking into his eyes was very hard at that moment. Jay took a deep breath before continuing.

“I thought I was pretty obvious” he said casually. Your heart was beating so fast that you got scared that Jay might have heard its banging on your chest. You bowed your head down and your forehead touched Jay’s chest. You were shy.

“Ilikeyoutoo” you mumbled so fast, Jay almost couldn’t catch it. Cute, he thought and you felt his lips press on your forehead. You hugged his waist while he nuzzled his nose in the crook of your neck under the light of the stars.

Secrecy

Ever since you started going on dates with Jay, it was during the Christmas break. You went to cute cafes to drink hot chocolate, went ice skating, and did all the holiday activities together. One thing you didn’t talk about was how you were going to act when you got back to school. So you started sneaking around instinctively.

It was another study group meeting before the upcoming exams. You were seated between Ruby and Jay at one of the tables in your local library’s study hall when you felt Jay’s hand grabbing yours under the table. You turned to look at his face but he shrugged his shoulders like he didn’t care. You intertwined your hand with his and put them on top of your thigh. He rubbed his thumb on the back of your hand as both of you continued reading your textbooks.

When you were done with studying for History, you had to grab another book from the aisle where English textbooks were put. You got up, letting go of Jay’s hand in the process and went to the English books section. You searched through the bookshelves to find the book you needed. As you were focused on reading the names of various textbooks, you felt a small kiss pressed on the exposed skin of the back of your neck. Your breath caught in the back of your throat when you turned around to see Jay smirking at you.

“They could have seen us” you whispered to him, slapping his arm.

Not So Secretive

Jay entered the class, playing with the straps of his backpack when he saw you sitting on your seat while playing with your phone. He reached his seat to find Daniel sitting on it.

“Why are you sitting here?” questioned Jay, tilting his head to the empty seat next to you where Daniel seated every day except for that day. Daniel let a sigh before looking up at Jay.

“Don’t you want to sit next to your girlfriend?” he asked, already knowing the answer to the question.

Jay did not respond before sitting next to you. You turned your head to see who was seating next to you in surprise before he leaned forward to plant a sloppy kiss on your cheek in front of your classmates.

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[pink-imagines]

sugar sweet

request: Hi there! If it's alright, I'd like to request Kisses- #6 (passionately kisses) and 22 (in public kisses) With touch- #3 (hiding face in chest/neck ) ( reader hiding her face, if that's okay) with Izuku I hope I understood the prompt limit right, thank you!

a/n: this just turned out to be a short, cheesy, drabble! i hope you enjoy :)

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Breaks were more boring than you could've ever imagined. Because of an accident, leaving you injured, during a mission you were forced to stay home and rest. Doctor's orders, is what Izuku had told you ever since. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't convince him to let you go to work. However, you had learned to accept your work-free days. You went out for walks, basically anywhere you could get to - and it felt a bit like patrol, which kept you sane. Nowadays Izuku wasn't at home as much, you barely saw him in your shared apartment. Which meant that now you were walking with intention, trying to find Izuku's patroling route. He made sure to change it from time to time, and now he wouldn't tell you because he knew you would try to patrol with him.

Today you had taken a route that you don't usually take, and found yourself walking through a cute neighborhood. Your motive of trying to find Izuku's route was completely lost for the day, especially when you spotted a black cat roaming the streets. You followed the small feline along the streets until you found yourself in a park. The cat sat down near a bench, and so you crouched in front of it to see if it would allow you to pet it. "Hey little guy...", you cooed and stretched your hand out to it, "You know, you really saved my boring walk today." The cat stroked itself along your hand, so you took the opportunity to scratch it behind it's ear. A small smile grew on your lips, and blossomed into a light laugh as the cat approached you further. Suddenly, two hands covered your eyes. "Guess who-", you didn't let them finish and elbowed them as hard as you could before turning around to see who it was. It was Izuku, now stumbling back and holding his hand over the place you hit. "Ouch...", he chuckled. "Oh no, Izuku- I'm sorry-... why aren't you at work?", you looked him up and down, and he didn't have his hero suit on. "You know how I mentioned that I was going to get home earlier today...", he sighed, "... for someone who's injured you really pack a punch... wow." You did recall him telling you that, but it was right as he woke you up before he went to work. After that you had continued sleeping, forgetting that he had ever said that. "Shit, I'm sorry...", you sat down on the bench, "... how did you find me? You don't have a tracker on me, do you?" "What? No, we have each other's locations on our phones.", he sat down next to you, "I'm sorry for disturbing your walk." "You didn't. I was looking for you, to be honest.", you let out a light laugh, "But I got distracted by that cat... wherever it is now..." "Right... explain to me why you were looking for me again?", he asked. "Well I...", you sighed, "I wanted to maybe do some patrolling..." "In a skirt?", he chuckled. "I didn't think that I'd actually find you! Besides, it's warm outside.", you sighed and leaned your head against his shoulder. He brought his hand up to your head and lightly patted it. Now that you were relaxed, you realized that you had gotten a bit tired from chasing that cat. You grabbed his hand, that wasn't on your head, and fiddled with it. He interrupted you by intertwining his fingers with yours. "I was thinking we should get home.", he said gently, "I can cook something up for us, like an early dinner... then maybe we can watch a movie." "That actually sounds nice.", you nodded, "Let's go home."

The two of you started walking, taking your time and enjoying the scenery in the park. You talked about how boring it had been being alone at home, and he told you some stories from work that you had missed. However, you stopped again when you saw your little cat friend right outside a cute café. "Oh look...", you said and pointed at the café, "... they have macaroons. Can we go get some? Please?" "Yeah, sure.", he smiled.

When you got out you were smiling like you'd won the lottery. So happy just for a couple macaroons. "I haven't had these in so long!", you said gleefully, "It must've been destiny meeting that cat..." Izuku laughed sweetly at your cute expression, covering his mouth with his hand. He wanted to take a picture of you right now, but he knew that you'd never alow it... and it was also just way more nice taking it all in at this moment. "You're so cute.", he grabbed both your hands and faced you, "I've missed you so much... now that we're not both working I don't see you as often." With a soft smile, you brought your hand up to his cheek and gently carressed it. He leaned into your touch, not breaking eye contact with you. "Would you mind if I kissed you here?", he asked shyly, "I've been wanting to do it since I saw you, but it's taking too long to get home." You looked around as you cheeks grew hotter. Sure, there weren't a lot of people around but there were still a considerable amount. Izuku placed his hand over yours, which was still on his cheek. His eyes were so pleading that you couldn't help but nod. When you saw the way his eyes lit up everything else seemed to disappear. He pulled you in closer by your waist and then gently cupped your face. Izuku brought your face just a bit closer, before leaning in to meet you halfway. His lips pressed against yours, for what you thought would be a short kiss. But not seeing each other properly for a few weeks had definitely made you build up some frustration. Izuku tried pulling you impossibly close and his soft kiss turned more passionate, but still with pure intentions. As soon as he pulled away you felt your face flush with every shade of pink. You had done that... in front of everyone there. As realization hit, you quickly burried your face in the crook of his neck - in an attempt to hide away from the world. Izuku let out a chuckle. "Hey, you're fine...", he said and kissed the top of your head, "If anything, I should be the one that's embarrassed." He pulled away from you and took the bag of macaroons out of your hand. With his other hand he reached out for yours. You looked up at him, he seemed to look much more content now than he had before. "Come on, let's get home.", he smiled brightly, "Then I get the chance to properly kiss you." "That wasn't 'properly' enough?", you tried hiding your red face in your hands. Izuku let out a laugh at your flustered state. You glared up at him, but couldn't hold it for long. Seeing his glowing face made you break out into a big shy mess, smiling brightly. To think that the shy guy you had met in high school would act like this now was beyond your understanding. You tried not to focus on it, which wasn't hard considering that your head was filled with thoughts of how handsome he looked. It was time to make him flustered. You stopped him from walking. "Izuku...", you turned to him again, "You look very handsome today." With a smile as bright as the sun, you spoke your words innocently but confidently. It hit him right in his heart and his face immediately turned red. "Y/N...", he sighed, "... okay, I get it... I won't kiss you in public anymore." You giggled at his reply and squeezed his hand before you continued walking.

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[lupismaris]

For the requests silver flint Hamilton adopting a cat?

(aahh i loved this thank you!!! it got a bit long so I’ve put most of it under a readmore but I hope you like it!)

Silverflintham in my general modern au.

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“What’s this?” Silver asked, digging through the grocery bags that now littered the kitchen counter.

Flint was busy sorting through the day’s mail, tortoise shell reading glasses perched on his nose, brow furrowed as he read over a dinner invitation for himself and Thomas.

“What’s what?” he asked, tossing aside the invite and shuffling through bills.

Silver rolled his eyes and slid the stack of high end tins of cat food across the counter until it was in Flint’s line of sight. He knew that if he went down to the first floor he’d find a large bag of high end kibble to match, likely resting by the patio door.

Flint looked up, saw the cans, and snatched them off the counter. “Nothing. Just- for the shelter-“ he muttered as his ears started to burn.

“The shelter you send a check to once a month and whenever they ask?” Silver clarified, perching himself on the edge of the bar as Flint tucked the cans of food in the back of a cupboard. “That shelter?”

Flint scowled at him. “Yes for that shelter, they put out fliers asking for supplies alright? Figured I’d drop some off on my way to work tomorrow,” he snapped. There was very little bite to it, it was rare that Flint ever truly got annoyed with him.

“And it’s not for the slowly growing cat colony you totally aren’t feeding out in the alley each night?” Silver asked in a sweet voice.

He’d known about the stray cats in the neighborhood almost from the beginning of his relationship with Flint, how he’d keep a bag of food at the bar in case any of them came to the kitchen door, how according to Gates he’d managed to trap a few and get them to a rescue. He hadn’t found out about Flint’s unofficial colony of strays, however, until he had moved in. At present Silver guessed it was only a handful, four or five adult cats who were either content being feral or just waiting for the right home.

Flint liked to think he was subtle, that he wasn’t so obviously sneaking out each night before bed to leave food and water in the alley, to make sure the little cat boxes another neighbor had built were in tact. Silver let him believe it, though he couldn’t be sure whether or not Thomas knew about his husband’s unbearably endearing hobby.

Silver laughed softly at the flustered and indignant look on Flint’s face, the flush in his cheeks making his freckles turn ruddy. He reached for his hand. Flint took it without hesitation.

“It’s kitten season,” he said softly, not meeting Silver’s eye, “and that always means a few more strays on the streets. The little ones need different food, more calories so they put on the proper weight. That’s all.”

Of course Flint would be thinking about the kittens. Of course. God Silver had fallen in love with a truly ridiculous, wonderful man.

“I’m only teasing. You’re awful sweet,” he said, pulling Flint in for a kiss. It was enough to soothe Flint’s bristly demeanor, though he was still a bit flustered when he pulled away with a muttered ‘am not.’

Silver hooked his arms around Flint’s middle and tucked his face into his neck, purring slightly when Flint leaned into him and went back to sorting the mail. “You are. Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone. Your husband might though.”

Flint huffed a laughed and kissed Silver’s curls. “Oh without a doubt. Speaking of, he home yet?”

Home, that was still taking some getting used to.

“No but he did say he’d be a bit late today, last minute student meetings or something.” Silver said against Flint’s throat, pausing to mouth a bit at the hinge of his jaw. He could feel the vibration of Flint’s soft rumble of content and he nipped the soft skin below his ear.

“Well dinner won’t take long, I can fridge the duck for now, wait till it’s closer to supper time.” Flint’s voice held a note of mischief to it. “I’m sure we can think of something to entertain us in the mean time.”

Silver smiled against Flint’s throat, lifting his head to kiss him. “Oh I have a few ideas.”

Flint chuckled into the kiss, pulling back despite Silver’s whine of protest. “I’m sure you do. Help me finish the chores, pup, and you can tell me just what kind of ideas you have hm?”

As if Silver could say no to Flint, in his reading glasses and half buttoned shirt, his hair pulled back in a messy bun so the well trimmed undercut was visible.

They got the groceries put away, the ingredients for dinner prepped and stowed in the fridge, the duck legs braising in the oven, and when Silver thought he’d finally be able to get Flint at least to the sofa to make out like twenty year olds, Flint instead asked him to follow him down to the garden.

He took Silver out to see where he left the food for the cats, no longer keeping up the old pretenses that he was keeping it secret. Three of the cats were lingering in the alley when they stepped out of the back gate, a big black bruiser of a cat with a clipped ear and a few scars on his muzzle. He didn’t like silver one bit but he went right up to Flint as if greeting an old and cherished friend. The other two were younger, long haired domestics Silver would’ve guessed.

“Those two are brothers I think,” Flint told him, as the one with a white belly and rusty brown spots came over to inspect Silver, the other with tabby markings watching warily. “They’re new, oddly friendly, which means they likely had a home first.”

“Poor things,” Silver murmured, letting the two cats inspect his hands. He noted that they didn’t have their ears tagged. “Are they much younger than the others?”

“Probably only a year or so old, I’d guess. I was waiting for them to get a bit bigger before trying to take them to a rescue, so they can get fixed and all their shots and stuff. I could trap them rather easily I think but the closest shelter is overwhelmed right now.”

Silver nodded, setting out a bowl of food for them to share. “This explains all those random scratches you keep coming home with,” he said flatly, relishing the way it made Flint laugh.

Half an hour passed and Bruiser, as Silver now called him, trotted off to do whatever it was stray cats did. The brothers were happily playing with each other, tumbling and rough housing down the alley.

“You know, I’m surprised you haven’t just…” Silver mulled over his words as he and Flint went back inside, pulling the garden gate closed behind him. He was too focused on Flint, and his own thoughts, to double check if the latch had caught properly.

“Brought them inside?” Flint offered.

“Yeah. I’ve only just met them and I find myself considering how to convince Thomas we should adopt them. Well, I dunno if Bruiser wants to be adopted but the others-“

Flint shrugged, leading the way up the back stairs to the deck that extended from the back of the kitchen, leaving the glass door cracked a little to let in the cooler evening air. “Between you and me, Bruiser is about a week away from being adopted by the little old lady on the next block. I was seeing him less and less and got worried but it turns out shes got a whole set up for him. I’m sure it won’t be long before she gets him inside and he refuses to leave. The others though… I dunno I guess I’ve always had strays and never an actual cat. We had them back in Padstow, and in Camden, in Manhattan, and even when I was stationed abroad. There were always strays.”

Silver considered him, following Flint into the kitchen and again perching himself on the bar. “You knew how to take care of strays but the concept of being their forever home scared you.”

It took a moment for Flint to reply. Silver watched him roll up his sleeves, tattoos vibrant in the golden hour light that filled the kitchen. He watched as he washed his hands, pulled out the prepared ingredients for the duck sauvage and rabe he was making, and set to work.

“I never felt stable enough to have a pet,” Flint said as he coated the pan in butter. “Not even when Thomas and I were first over in Manhattan, once he’d recovered from the accident, it just- there were too many risks, too many variables. We already had so much on our plate, between his recovery and the bar that any pet we did have wouldn’t get the attention it needed.”

He set the seasoned duck breasts in the pan and let them cook, stepping away to pour them each a glass of negroni from the pitcher he’d made the night before. “I refused to adopt an animal only to risk neglecting it. So, once we moved here I found the local ferals and the people with their own colonies and did what I could.”

Silver nodded, taking the drink and the soft kiss that came with it. “And now? Since you both seemed so settled here?”

Flint smiled fondly at him. “I was too busy making sure I could bring you home for good to think about pets.”

For an asshole, Flint really was an unbelievably sappy romantic.

Silver felt himself blushing, knew he must have been from the way Flint’s smile sharpened a little before stealing another kiss. “I suppose thats fair.”

They looked up at the sound of the front door and sure enough Thomas’ voice echoed down the hall. “I hope you two aren’t fucking without me again.”

“Do blow jobs count?” Silver called back as Flint flicked his ear, the sound of Thomas’ laughter preceding him.

“Whatever you’re cooking smells divine,” Thomas said, joining them in the kitchen. He looked tired, his carefully styled hair a bit ruffled from the wind and his fingers toying with it, his shoulders heavy with a full day of lectures so that he leaned more heavily on his ornate walking stick than he had that morning. Silver watched as he pulled Flint in for a kiss, noting the way his body began to relax and shed the stress.

“It’ll be ready in forty minutes, if you both can stop distracting me,” Flint teased, kissing his husband’s cheek before turning back to the stove. “How was your day?”

Thomas groaned, moving around Flint to greet Sliver with a kiss hello. “Don’t ask me that till I’ve had time to process it. Exam season approaches with it’s usual misery.” Silver managed to steal a few more progressively dirty kisses before Thomas pulled away with a hum. “Hello pet.”

“Evening Professor,” Silver replied sweetly, feeling a thrill at the way Thomas’ blue eyes darkened at the title. “Need some help freshening up before dinner?”

Thomas laughed, though he looked like he might be considering it, and took a sip of Silver’s drink. “No, no, best save that for after dinner. I’m just going to go wash up down the hall.”

Begrudgingly Silver let him go, moving to sit in one of the bar chairs so he could watch Flint cook more comfortably. For short time the kitchen was quiet, save for the sounds of food cooking and Flint occasionally muttering to himself.

Then, suddenly, they heard Thomas’ voice in the hall.

“Oh- oh my goodness hello precious! Oh hello just look at you-“

Flint looked up from the stove top with a frown that Silver returned. They listened a moment long as Thomas cooed and made soft little noises, the kind someone made when talking to a cat, for example.

There was a moment of silent realization as they stared at each other. The glass door to the deck was still open.

“Did you make sure the gate was closed?” Flint asked, already moving to clean his hands.

“In theory?” Silver replied, scrambling off his stool and out into the hall.

Thomas sat against the wall with the white and brown stray in his arms, the cat purring loudly and rubbing himself all over Thomas’ shirt. His brother was sniffing curiously at Thomas’ shoes, though upon seeing Silver, he trotted over to him with his long fluffy tail held high. Silver crouched down as best he could without his prosthetic, holding out his hand to the cat who greeted him happily.

“You didn’t tell me we were adopting kittens!” Thomas said in bewildered delight when Flint finally joined them, the poor man staring at his two partners in equal disbelief.

“Uhm.”

“They were curled up in the parlor! They woke up when I came in a suppose and they followed me over to the bathroom- where did you get them? They’re such angels oh my goodness-”

“It’s a bit of a story, actually.” Silver held back his laughter as the more skittish brother crawled into his lap, Flint’s face growing more and more overwhelmed, and more and more flushed as he watched.

“They’re uhm. Strays.” Flint finally managed to say. “From the neighborhood. I must’ve left the gate open, and the- the deck door was- they must've slipped in while I was cooking-”

“Oh you saint of a man,” Thomas said, getting carefully to his feet with an armful of cat. “Were you feeding them? Of course you were, thats a ridiculous question isn’t it. Have they had their shots? Oh we need to find a vet, schedule a visit. And they need baths, and a groomer too I imagine. Do we have enough food-” his voiced trailed off as he went back to the kitchen to search the cabinets.

Silver looked up at Flint with a fond smile.

“Guess I brought a few extra strays with me, huh?” he asked, holding out a hand so Flint could help him up.

It got him a weak laugh, Flint helping him carefully to his feet and greeting the cat in his arms. “Looks like it. Though I don’t think any of you are strays anymore, what with a home like this and all.”

Silver tried not to think too hard about the way his heart ached at Flint’s words, leaning in for a kiss instead. “Go finish dinner, I’ll help Thomas get these two washed up.”

The cat in his arms lifted his striped shaggy head and nuzzled into Flint’s beard a moment, as if to reassure him and Silver watched as any possible argument Flint might muster vanished in an instant.

“Good thing I bought that extra cat food, huh?”

#my fics #silverflinthamilton #@zacklover24 #jamie's fic prompt fills #john silver #james flint #thomas hamilton #this got really long because i got caught up in the idea of flint caring for strays and brooklyn has SO MANY STRAYS!!!! so like!!!! #thank you for this i loved writing it so much

[maydaygirl-save-our-ships]

Home Again (Amphibia Fic)

Spoilers for True Colors.

Summary:

Anne stared at her shaking and confused frog family and couldn’t help but think back to the first day she landed in Amphibia. She had been terrified, especially after she learned of the blood thirsty, giant creatures that inhabited the world. Nothing about the urban city in which she grew up was familiar to the Plantar family. She recognized their overwhelmed and distraught faces and her resolve hardened. “Don’t worry, guys,” Anne said. “I won’t let anything happen to you. You took care of me when I was lost in your world, and now it’s my turn to take care of you.”

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Chapter 2: Another Starting Point

“My home is a few miles from here,” Anne said as she got to her feet. “We can walk, but we will be out in the open. I wish we could take a bus, but I don’t have any money.”

“We’re fine with walking. Just tell us what kind of monsters might be out there, and we’ll be prepared,” Hop Pop said matter-of-factly.

Anne shook her head and shouldered her backpack. It was much heavier with Frobo’s head inside. “There's no monsters in my world. Why do you think I was so freaked out by the huge monsters in your world and the piles of bones everywhere? This world isn’t dangerous in the same way as Amphibia is dangerous.”

“Then why can’t we go out in the open?” Sprig asked.

“Because if people see a bunch of frog people they are going to freak out,” Anne said bluntly.

Sprig chuckled. “Come on Anne, we don’t look that weird!”

Anne shot him a tired look. “As weird as I looked in Amphibia, that's how weird you guys look here.”

“Are they going to send a mob after us?” Polly asked. She sounded almost hopeful.

“I doubt it, but the government might try and capture you or something…” Anne mused and she looked around the small clearing for anything that she could use.

“Why would the monarchy want to capture us?” Hop Pop asked. “We’re not a threat.”

“What? No, there’s no monarchy- you know what, I’ll explain that another time,” Anne said as she spotted exactly what she was looking for. Anne ran over and grabbed a large, blue blanket that was hanging over a fence. It was probably left there by the homeless encampment that often set up in the area.

“Here,” Anne said as she wrapped the blanket around her frog family. “Stay hidden under this until we get to my house.”

Hop Pop let out a long hearty cough. “If you think that’s best, Anne.”

“Whoa. You okay dude?” Anne asked worriedly.

“I’m fine. The air in your world is just… different from ours.”

Anne knew what he meant immediately. The way the polluted air filled up her lungs made her chest feel heavy. It wasn’t until she came back to her world that she appreciated the fresh and unpolluted air of Amphibia.

“It’s just pollution from the cars in the city. It will clear up more in the suburbs,” Anne promised. “Come on, let’s get going.”

She led them to the sidewalk and instructed them to stay close. They seemed hesitant to go near the street and it’s rushing cars, but trusted her enough to follow her anyway.

They walked in mostly silence with a few murmurs from her frog family as they took in the sights of her world. Every once in a while they would recognize something they had seen in one of her movies or shows, but most of the time they looked both amazed and overwhelmed.

Eventually the scenery changed and they found themselves walking next to fresh cut lawns, picket fences, and the occasional garbage can that was left out on the curb. The buzz of the highway traffic and bustle of the city was muted in the distance. They turned down a street and Anne suddenly stopped. She felt as if someone had reached into her chest and squeezed her lungs, forcing all of her air to leave in a rush.

Why? Why had she turned down this street? Was she trying to torture herself?

She stared at the outside of the Wu residents across the street, unable to move. Marcy’s parents must be devastated at their child’s disappearance. Would she have to tell Marcy’s parents about what happened to her? Explain to them that Marcy was never coming home? No, she wouldn’t do that, couldn’t do that, not until she was sure Marcy was really… gone. There was still some hope, wasn’t there?

“Anne? Anne?” She heard voices calling her name behind her but she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

Something light, but solid landed on her shoulder. It was a familiar feeling as one of Sprig’s cool hands touched the skin at the base of her neck as he sat on her shoulder, peering at her in concern. The first time Srig had jumped on her shoulder back in Amphibia, Anne hadn’t been used to frog skin yet and she had felt like he was invading her personal space. Now, she found the gesture familiar and comforting. It was nice to have Sprig sitting on her shoulder, just the perfect height to talk to, or hug, depending on what she needed.

“Anne?” he asked. “Are you okay?”

She really wasn’t, but her first priority was to make sure they were okay.

“I’m fine,” she said, quickly wiping away her tears and wishing he couldn’t see, but knowing he could. Suddenly, the reality of the situation caught up with her. “Wait, Sprig! Get back under the blanket before someone sees you!” She glanced around the neighborhood to see if anyone had noticed them.

“Don’t worry,” Sprig said as he jumped off her shoulders onto the pavement. “I don’t think there’s anyone around right now.”

He did have a point. It was in the middle of the day and most people were probably at work or at school… Was there school? Or would it be summer time by now?

“Maybe not right now, but someone could drive down the road any second,” she warned.

“Oooh hey, what’s that?” Sprig asked, and to Anne’s horror, he bounded off into the street.

“Sprig! What are you doing?”

“Whoa, there are some coppers here just lying in the road!” Sprig said as he picked up one and began to study it.

“Those are just pennies,” Anne said. “They aren’t worth- Sprig, look out!”

People were always blowing past stop signs in the neighborhood, and the car that was currently driving down the street was completely ignoring the 25 mph speed limit.

Sprig’s eyes widened as he looked up to see the mental machine bearing down at him with no intention of slowing.

Sprig was quick, he could probably jump out of the way in time, but Anne couldn’t risk it. She had already lost one friend today.

The car clearly hadn’t seen the tiny pink frog in the middle of the road, but it would be able to see her. She jumped out into the middle of the road, blocking Sprig from the oncoming vehicle as she held her arms out wide. The driver immediately slammed on his breaks, much to Anne’s relief. The car came to a complete stop and the driver rolled down his window.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, kid? I could’ve hit you!”

“Sorry!” Anne called. “It’s just my…” She searched for the right word. What kind of pets did they even have in this world again? Not caterpillars, or baby snails... that wouldn’t make any sense. “My… cat ran into the road.” She did her best to block Sprig from the driver's view. She felt him jump onto her back and duck his head so he wouldn’t be seen. “I think he ran off though.”

The driver grumbled something before rolling up his window.

Anne quickly stepped out of the road, doing her best to keep the driver from seeing the little pink frog clinging to her back.

When the car drove away, Anne let out a sigh.

“Heh… sorry, Anne,” Sprig apologized as he jumped off her back.

“I thought you said this world isn’t dangerous?” Polly asked skeptically as Sprig joined her underneath the blanket again.

“It’s not dangerous in the same way your world is. It’s not like there are monsters in the bushes, but if you don’t follow the rules of the road and jump into the middle of the street-” She made sure to give Sprig a meaningful glare. “Then it can be dangerous. Just stick close to me, okay?”

“You got it, Anne! Hey, can we use these coppers to buy anything?” Sprig asked. From underneath the blanket he held out his hand to reveal three pennies.

“Not really. I was trying to tell you, dude, those are just pennies and they’re barely worth anything.”

“Oh.” Sprig looked disappointed. “Well, I’m still keeping them,” he said as he shoved them into his pocket. “They have a cool human on them.”

Anne rolled her eyes affectionately. Sprig had always been interested in the Earth stuff she brought with her. She had actually given him a lot of the stuff she didn’t need, like pens and old key chains. She was going to have a hard time convincing him not to fill up his pockets with junk from her world.

“What kind of monetary system do you have that copper isn’t worth anything?” Hop Pop asked, appalled. “Don’t tell me you have so much gold that you're lining your garbage cans with it? Talk about inflation!”

Anne made a face. “I don’t know! I don’t even know if pennies are real copper or what inflation is. If you really want to know, you should ask Mar-” she stopped herself, the pit in her stomach tightening.

Hop Pop went silent as he reached out from under the blanket and patted her arm comfortingly.

They didn’t say much as they continued to walk down the sidewalk together. Marcy’s house was only a few blocks away from her own. That was actually how they met. Both of their parents had taken them to the same park when they were young and then they attended the same elementary school together.

Anne shook her head again. She had to stop thinking about Marcy. She had to focus on getting home and finding a way to get back to Amphibia. There was a war going on without her and her frog family couldn’t stay on Earth forever. She would get them back home, just like they got her home.

She finally stopped, taking in the sight before her. It had felt like an eternity but the house in front of her remained completely unchanged. Her family home was one of the older houses in the neighborhood. It needed a new coat of paint and the basketball hoop above the garage was one basket away from falling off, but her mother’s touch had always made the place feel homey, with light pink curtains in the windows and flowers on the front railings. It had always been comfortable, familiar. Home.

However, at this moment, her childhood home was strangely cold to her. In Wartwood, the streets were always bustling with people. The houses were often small and welcoming; doors were left open and neighbors visited each other often. Grass and weeds were always overgrown in Wartwood and it was a stark contrast to the perfectly manicured lawns of her house and neighbors. Standing in front of the house, her world felt silent and empty.

The minivan wasn’t in the driveway so her parents weren’t home. The lights were off, further driving home the point that no one was there. She didn’t know why she expected her parents to be home waiting for her. It had been months since her disappearance, and at this time of day they would be at the restaurant finishing up the lunch rush, not waiting for her to show up out of a portal from another world.

Looking at her home now, Anne had to wonder, had anything changed without her? Would her parents even care that she came back? Were they happier without her making a mess they would then yell at her to clean up? Did they have more free time now that they didn’t have to bug her to do her homework or take her to tennis practice?

Anne knew this line of thought was stupid and fed by her own insecurities. Of course her parents loved her and missed her. But had her disappearance really not changed anything? She couldn’t help but selfishly wish that her parents had been sitting at home for the past few months waiting for her to come back. She had worried and missed them every single day, even spent nights crying over pictures of them in her phone. They had felt the same, hadn't they?

“Is this your home, Anne?” Sprig asked. “It’s nice.”

“It’s fancy,” Polly said. “Kind of like the homes in Newtopia.”

“Yeah, this is it guys. My home.” Why did that word seem so hollow on her tongue? She had been so urgent to get back home before now. It was her entire goal; the reason she and the Plantars had gone on such a huge journey together. They had given up everything just to get her here.

Now, it was just another starting point.

“Anne, are you sure your parents are going to be okay with us?” Hop Pop asked worriedly. “It’s not polite for us to just show up unannounced.”

That caused Anne to laugh. “You mean like how I showed up in Wartwood unannounced and you took me in? You guys are my family, I would never leave you without a place to stay. Besides, my parents aren’t even home right now. They’re at the restaurant.”

“Yes, but when they get home, they might be a bit overwhelmed to see us, since we aren’t from this world.”

“You guys have no idea,” Anne said. “But don’t worry about it. We’re Thai. Thai people are some of the most hospitable people you’ll ever meet. After my parents get over their initial shock, they will insist that you stay. My mom will probably cook a bunch of food for you that she won’t let you refuse.”

Hop Pop chuckled. “In that case, lead the way, kiddo.”

Anne smiled and turned back to the door. She wasn’t even sure if she still had her house keys, and with Frobo’s head in her backpack, she didn’t want to go digging for it. Instead, she approached the side of the house to search under the only bush. She finally found the fake rock and took out the spare key.

She made her way up to the front door and turned the key in the lock. With one turn of the door handle, and a softer push than the Plantar’s front door required, the door opened.

Let me know what you think of this one! ! I know you are all looking forward to the Plantar's meeting Anne's parents and I promise we will get there!

Check out my kofi if you are interested.

#amphibia #amphibia spoilers #true colors spoilers #amphibia home again #amphibia fanfic

[ponds-puddle]

Day Out ~{Shinso}~ (4/??)

word count: 1790 

part one / part two / part three

SERIES MASTERLIST

- 

“So about the homeless man,” your friend Jirou said as she plopped on your bed. You huffed stubbornly at her comment.

“I told you that he’s not homeless.” 

“He never gets off on his stop,” she said dully, “Maybe because he doesn’t really have any specific stop so he just wanders around your neighborhood at night. Good job, Y/N. You have a homeless man for a stalker.” 

“Jirou, he isn’t stalking me. If he was, wouldn’t I have run into him a second time a lot sooner?”

“He’s good at what he does,” she drones before looking at you, “You’re not his first.” 

“Jirou, you’re so uncalled for.” 

“You’re uncalled for,” she scoffed lamely before dropping her head back onto the bed dramatically.

“Did you ever truly grow up past five? I don’t think I’ve seen you change a single bit from then on.” 

Jirou laughed at you, not phased by your comment. The two of you have such a strange but beautiful relationship. Rather than being sweet to one another, the two of you just constantly roast one another. It’s a lot more entertaining that way. 

Truth is that you’ve known Jirou all your life. The two of you grew up next to each other. The two of you had that perfect friendship thing. The windows in both of your rooms faced one another. The two of you were destined to be friends and no one could tell you two otherwise. 

“Seriously though, Y/N…” Jirou said stiffly. You turned curiously at the girl, “Are you sure you’re not putting yourself in any danger meeting him at night? My patrol isn’t too far away. I can always walk you home at nights.” 

“Jir,” you said sweetly, “I promise that I’ll be okay. If anything happens, the way to my house has lots of plants. So I’ll be fine.” 

“Do you think that he’d do anything?” 

The air seemed so thick, “No.” 

Jirou didn’t look at you, but your eyes never once left her. You were somehow very certain, almost one hundred percent certain, that Shinso wouldn’t hurt you. There was no reasoning behind your thoughts. But there weren’t any to think otherwise either. 

“I believe you.”

“Good, now can you, like, insult me or something now? That was way too serious for us.”

Jirou laughed, She definitely agreed. 

-

“Why are you here? It’s not the middle of the night,” you joked with the purple haired boy sitting in his usual seat on the train. You were glad you weren’t the only one who automatically went to those seats if they’re open. Something about them seemed comforting. They were familiar. 

“I do have a life, you know.” 

“Actually I did not know that,” you commented pointedly as you sat beside him, “I don’t know much of anything about you.” 

“Same here,” he said while turning to look at you, “I think that’s part of the fun, don’t you?” 

You wanted to agree with him on instinct, but you didn’t, “Actually I would like to know more about you. I feel like knowing you would be more fun, you know?” 

The way you said it was so innocent, but Shinso could tell that you were throwing a tiny dagger along with your words. You were serious about it. You were determined to be friends with him, and for a moment Shinso felt afraid of this smiling creature in front of him. So stubborn. But at the same time so irritatingly interesting. 

“Yeah,” he said in a puzzled tone, wondering what it was about you that was making his heart beat so fast right now. 

“You good?” 

“Yeah just… thinking,” he shook it off, finally looking you in the eyes, “It’s nothing.” 

God his eyes are beautiful. 

All your life you have surrounded yourself in varieties of colors. Everyday of your life was filled to the brim with vibrant and intense colors. But not as intense as the color of his eyes. They could almost compare to lavender, but you have never seen a shade of lavender sparkle the way his eyes do. Maybe it was the reflection of the stars and lights in his irises, but whatever it was made you rethink whatever you once believed to be your favorite color. When you were with him, his purple outshines every other color you’ve seen. 

“What are you thinking about?” Shinso asked you sweetly, leaning his cheek into his palm. He looked so cute with the way his face squished against his hand. You suppressed a giggle, instead just giving him the softest of smiles. 

“I really like the color of your eyes.” 

Shinso froze slightly, his eyes widening slightly at your confession. He allowed his expression to stray from the norm for just a second more before replacing it with his usual smirk. 

“I like yours too.” 

A bright blush invaded your cheeks, humoring Shinso. He didn’t comment on it however, not wanting you to cover it from him. 

“What are you doing today?” 

“Grocery shopping, you?” 

“I actually just got off work. I wasn’t sure what I was gonna do today.” 

“You could join me if you want?” 

“I wouldn’t be intruding?” 

Shinso picked up your work bag before standing up and holding his hand out to you. Your hand reached out and met his as if on instinct, allowing him to pull you up from your seat. 

“You wanted to get to know me right?” he asked smoothly, suavely moving a piece of hair behind your ear, “Now’s your chance.”

- 

“How old are you?” 

“24, you?” he replied, spinning the produce bag before placing it in his cart.

“23, and your questions can’t all be asking the same thing to me. That’s cheating.” 

He rolled his eyes, pointing at the apples behind you, “Three please. And it’s not cheating. Maybe I just like your questions?” 

“Make up your own,” you laughed, handing him the bag of apples you had packed. He gave you a quiet “thank you” before placing it in the cart.

“Fine,” he sighed dramatically, drawing a laugh out of you, “What’s your favorite animal?” 

“Elephants!” you said excitedly. Shinso’s eyebrows raised at your enthusiasm, “Sorry, I just really like them.” 

“It’s your turn,” he laughed as he walked away with the cart, his hand coming out to hold onto your elbow. In the little time that he has known you, he’s realized how spacey you could get. He was sure if he didn’t keep his eye on you, you’d end up lost. He thought you were the cutest thing in the world. 

“Right,” you said with a little hum, unphased by him pulling you along, “What do you do for a living?” 

Shinso frowned. He couldn’t really tell you he was a hero. Not after he lied and said that he didn’t have a quirk. He stayed silent for a moment, pretending to be interested in a box of mac n cheese in his hand. 

“Shinso?” 

“Hm?” 

“What do you do for a living?” 

“Oh I-” 

“Shinso!” a loud voice broke through. He sighed in relief, not really sure what he was going to reply to that anyways. The relief didn’t last long, however. Not when he saw who had called him. 

“Kaminari,” he sighed, causing you to frown. Why did he seem so upset to see the boy? 

“I haven’t seen you in so long!” he dramatically hung himself on the boy, forcing him into a hug. 

“Think maybe it was on purpose?” 

Kaminari gasped, pulling away from the boy and holding his “broken” heart, “Shinso, after all we have been through? You wound me.” 

“Oh go short-circuit,” Shinso laughed, causing Kaminari to join in with him. You watched the two boys with a small smile on your face. You had never seen Shinso talk to anyone else before. He seemed so different with his friends than he does when he’s with just you. He’s meaner, but you can tell that it’s all jokes. You wonder what he would sound like when angry.

“Who is this?” 

“Leave her alone, Kaminari,” Shinso said with a straightened spine, knowing exactly how perverted his friend could act. You looked up at the stranger with a smile, not sure why Shinso had suddenly gotten so serious.

“Don’t listen to him,” you said as you stepped up to be stood beside Shinso, “I’m Y/N.” 

Denki looked between you and Shinso for a moment, “No way,” he gasped.

“Kaminari,” Shinso said warningly.

“Dude, she’s way cute,” he gushes, stepping closer to you. It didn’t feel threatening, but you could tell that Shinso wasn’t too happy with him advancing on you, “When’d you get yourself a girlfriend?”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Shinso said stubbornly, beginning to look for a way out of this conversation. He was hoping Kaminari wouldn’t mention the whole hero thing. He wasn’t sure how he could talk himself out of that right now. 

“Then you’re single?” Kaminari’s eyes were now attached to you. You looked up at Shinso, seeing his uncomfortable features. A frown fell onto your lips, you didn’t like seeing him look like that. 

“No,” you lied, “Shinso is actually helping me pick out something to make for my girlfriend tonight. It’s our anniversary today. I’m a hopeless cook, but Shinso,” you placed your hands onto Shinso’s arm, causing him to look down at you, “is an absolute saint and my own personal hero and offered to help out. We’re actually in a little bit of a time crunch, so is it alright if we cut this short? I wanna get everything put out before she gets off work.” 

The farewells didn’t last long. However when Kaminari went in for a hug, Shinso gently pulled you to the side. You watched with a stifled laugh as the boy fell straight to the floor. You wanted to help the boy stand, but you were at a loss when Shinso took your hand and pulled you away from the loud blonde boy. 

“Sorry about that,” Shinso said gruffly, letting go of your hand. A small pout threatened your lips at the loss of contact.

“It’s fine, but you owe me dinner now.” 

Shinso looked down at you in surprise, only to see you staring straight ahead with a proud smile on your face. He smiled softly, “You sure your girlfriend won’t mind?” 

“The only girls I have in my life are my best friend Jirou and cat, Nakoma.” 

Shinso’s face broke out in a smile, “You have a cat?” 

Seeing the excitement on his face warmed your heart, “How about we have dinner at my place tonight? You can meet her?” 

He seemed to think about it for a moment before nodding, “Yeah I’d like that.” 

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[queen-of-my-goofball-army]

Ouran High HCs

For the fifteenth birthday of one of my favorite romantic comedies, and the day that I started watching said romantic comedy with my boyfriend who is relatively new to anime it got me thinking about these characters and how wonderfully diverse their personalities are. The show has 100% chaotic energy and I love it so much. I wanted to look at every major character in the host club (Haruhi, Tamaki, Kyoya, Hikaru, my favorite twin Kaoru, Honey-senpai, and of course Mori-senpai.) using all their personalities and make some head-canons for favorite group of crazies!

Haruhi:

- She/they icon, we stan

- Always preferred to wear more masculine clothes growing up, they were less expensive than the feminine ones. Plus she felt more comfortable in a pair of shorts as opposed to a dress.

- A very active child, she was always running around her neighborhood, going to the park and doing things with her dad.

- Her dad taught her everything that she needed to know about makeup once she became a member of the host club.

- She worked a part time job in order to help her dad pay the bills and to get food money.

- She thought that she was arosexual before joining the host club. Despite the confessions that she got in junior high they either went entirely over her head or she told them that she was too focused on her studies for romance at that time. Of course all that changed when she met our favorite blonde haired himbo goofball.

- She did wind up taking the conversational French with the twins and often times they'll slip into it for practice. Of course, Tamaki always understands when they talk shit about him so they just do it to mess with him.

Tamaki (my favorite):

- Bisexual king, honestly I love that for him out here living his best life.

- He didn't have much of a childhood between constantly needing to be there for his mom and make sure that she was healthy and okay. It's why he made the host club in the first place to live out his childhood that he was robbed of.

- Is actually way smarter academically than most people might think. If you were to look at the class grades he's always right behind Kyoya. He dedicates a lot of his free time to studying. He's not inherently stupid, just naive.

- His mom was the one that got him into cosplay by introducing him to the various kinds of fabrics. It stemmed into a personal interest that he could lose himself in and distract himself from the loneliness.

- He practiced flirting on Kyoya back in middle school for the future host club once he had his heart set on it.

Kyoya:

- In the words of the great immortal J Michael Tatum "Kyoya is probably gay". It was something that didn't even occur to me until I watched him do an Ouran panel and then I was like holy shit the king makes a good point.

- While Tamaki was his gay crisis, he quickly realized that he would spend forever pining after him and eventually shelved his feelings. Tamaki was his best friend and that was more important to him than his feelings.

- Kyoya has always been a really keen observer of people's true intentions. He's excellent at reading people and knowing what they want from him. The only people he has never been able to read perfectly are Tamaki, Kaoru, and Haruhi.

- He originally didn't want to be a doctor but he eventually wanted to prove himself so badly that he told his father that he would surpass his expectations no matter how high they were.

- Doing background checks on people is fascinating to him. It's not just for blackmail purposes but he likes learning people's weaknesses. He's also an excellent chess player.

Hikaru:

- The definitive over protective sibling. Anybody hurts Kaoru they will wish that they were dead. Kaoru is the most important person in his life and he would do anything to protect him.

- His tsundere tendencies come from a place of wanting to protect those he loves not out of anger.

- While he is begrudgingly worse at letting in other people once you fight your way through his walls he's actually a really amazing friend and s/o.

- His love of the fashion industry stems more from the model side of things than anything else. He can't design anything of his own to save his life.

- He never cared about any girls in his life before Haruhi came into his. Even though he didn't know how to deal with his feelings she was the first person who ever really showed that she cared about him.

Kaoru (my preferred Hitachiin sib):

- One big gay disaster that is absolutely crushing on Kyoya (I just learned about this ship today and it has stolen my life juice.) To blush when he's working with Hikaru to please the ladies all he has to do is think of Kyoya in his brother's spot.

- Is the far superior designer that can actually make really beautiful clothes. Most of the costumes that are worn by the club are designed by Kaoru.

- His hair is a lot softer than Hikaru's even though it's the same style, hair product and everything. I think that his would be more poofy and Hikaru's more spikey.

- Kaoru has always felt like he had to work harder to be like his brother that when you spend time with him alone at first it will be almost like you're talking to a replica of Hikaru and not a separate entity. At first it's a little bit awkward but once you get him out of his shell you find what a sweet and amazing person he is.

- Kaoru is an incredible skateboarder. He loves the feeling that he gets from the wind in his hair and designed his own skateboard. A lot of his hobbies outside of the club are athletic related causing him to have a more defined body than his brother since Hikaru is basically a cat.

Honey-senpai: - If this boi could make cakes and pastries for a living without the threat of eating them all he would make the best sweets. He knows when something is just the right amount of sweet and when something is too sweet.

- He learned martial arts to be stronger because he knew that people would try to take advantage of him due to his childlike nature.

- Honey had a fight with his grandmother before she passed away over something completely selfish. That is why he is so attached to Usa-chan.

- Him and Mori were always really close, even as children and understand each other better than anybody.

- His constant animosity between him and his younger brother is because he feels like he is constantly being babied due to his personality.

Mori-senpai:

- Mori has autism. He is also selectively mute. I'm sorry I don't make the rules, the show itself gives them to me.

- Looks like a tough guy but in actuality would give the best hugs. I want a Mori hug. Haruhi probably gets the most Mori hugs because he is immensely protective over her.

- Aro-ace baby but gives the best platonic cuddles to any of the club members that are having parental issues.

- While he prefers spicy over sweet he does have a sweet tooth at random times of the day. Has been sighted at a local Cold Stone five minutes before closing in the dead of winter, while it's snowing outside by Kaoru and Kyoya while they were trying to find a place to get warm while out on a date.

- He actually didn't start his athletic endeavors with kendo, he started with ballet and gymnastics when he was really young.

And that's all my head-canons for the day! Happy anniversary to my favorite ridiculous throw everything against the wall and see what sticks to it romantic comedy. I hope that one day we will either get a season two or at this point it would be better to just do a hard reboot. Hoping that one day we will see our boys animated in high definition, even though I feel like an HD Tamaki would definitely kill me.

#ouran high school host club #ouran headcanons #headcanons #ouran 15th anniversary

[namjoon-koya]

Choose wisely: prologue

(A/N: I really wanted to write a horror fanfic and I got a lot of inspiration from YouTube on how to make one so here it goes.)

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Warning ⚠️: angst, horror, creepy pictures, fluff, nsfw in the near future, dreamcore/Liminal Space.

Summary: While Bakugou and you are fighting against a villain along with Midoriya and Todoroki you both unexpectedly get hit by the villain’s quirk. You both wake up in a different world it feels like a dream, but you both can’t seem to escape until someone informs you how to escape it and it won’t be easy choosing wisely is the only way out to getting back into the real world.

The Liminal Space is the Space that lies between the known and the unknown. It is a transitional space of heightened intensity that we experience when we traverse the threshold of the creative unknown.

Hero work never seemed to stop or slow down at least not for you and Bakugou; after graduating U.A both of you decided to work in the same company considering you both were dating and still wanted to continue to be close even if the U.A days were over. Both of you have been dating for 2 years now, your friends assumed Bakugou and you would have settled down already gotten married and maybe start a family.

It wasn’t that simple as they though Bakugou lived for the thrill of being a pro hero he was still the same even after graduating U.A Bakugou still continued to want to prove he was the best pro hero ever. Of course you’d still continue to support him, but sometimes you did want to settle down already; but you never knew how to bring that conversation up to him.

Hell you and Bakugou didn’t even live in the same apartment yet, Bakugou loved you and you loved him; but there was no communication between the both of you when there was a problem “it’s frustrating..” you said out loud as you continued to gaze up at the ceiling. You heard your phone go off on the nightstand you slowly started to get up from bed realizing it was almost 10AM which meant it was time to go to work.

You walked over to the bathroom and began your daily routine before going back to the bedroom and getting your hero costume “I should ask hatsume to make a few upgrades.” You said as you examined your outfit in the mirror. You picked up your backpack from the ground and headed to the kitchen, you often didn’t have time to eat so you’d just grab a fruit out of the fruit bowl and just be on your way to the agency. You heard your phone ring again you looked down and see Bakugou had sent you a text.

You made sure you had everything before finally leaving, you made sure to lock your door since often times you’d forget and Bakugou would just call you a dumbass and remind you to lock it. Once outside you saw Bakugou’s car you rushed over and opened the passenger side “Good morning Katsuki.” You said smiling as you put on your seatbelt he gruffly says morning before kissing you on the cheek.

He pulls back “did you remember to lock your door?” You roll your eyes “ONE time Bakugou it was just ONE time.” You try to argue, but he only laughs “actually three-“ you pout “I was drunk that time and also my neighborhood is pretty safe!” Bakugou let’s out a sigh “better to be safe Y/N.” He says as he starts driving off the agency.

The drives to the agency were often quiet, but not the awkward kind of quiet; but more like the comfortable type of quiet Bakugou would often hold your hand in his as he drove you scolded him saying it wasn’t safe, but he’d smirk and reply by saying “I’m a pretty safe driver babe.” Whenever he’d stopped the car because of the red lights he’d bring your hand to his lips and leave a small kiss on your knuckles making you blush.

He would catch a glimpse of you blushing and just smirk “you play unfair.” You mumbled out “never said I would play fair Babe.”

You both finally arrived at the agency and saw Kirishima already there “finally the two love birds make it to work!” He shouts happily “shut up dumbass the traffic was more packed today that’s why.” He said crossing his arms. “Mm sure it was, but how’s your morning Y/N.” You smile at Kirishima “it was fine thank you for asking did the boss already hand out assignments?”

“Not all, but I’m working with Tetsutetsu today so I’ll definitely be some kind of adventure today.” Kirishima said as he smiled, the two boys were somewhat familiar Tetsutetsu had a hardening quirk, but instead of his skin hardening his skin would turn into steel which amazed you a lot and of course you can’t forget their similar shark teeth.. you could only imagine how hard their bite together would be.

“Blaze, Ground Zero you both will be working with another agency’s member. Deku and Shoto.” Once you heard those two names come out the boss’s mouth you swear you could feel Bakugou try to hold back every curse word he could think of. You had completely forgot that Bakugou STILL continued to compete against them for the number one spot.. you let out a sigh. You could hear Kirishima laughing behind you “Good Luck Y/N you’re going to need it.”

The four of you decide on meeting in a cafe to lay low apparently the new villain kept tabs on heroes to avoid getting caught as the boss informed both you and Bakugou. Once you both arrived at the cafe you saw Midoriya and Todoroki siting together chatting away through the window. Bakugou let out a frustrated grunt “we should just leave-“ “and get scolded by our boss? No thanks!” You say as you open the door, Bakugou followed behind you still holding a scowl on his face.

“Todoroki Midoriya! It’s been so long!” You said going up to them Midoriya’s eyes sparkled as he saw you “Y/N! I’m so happy to see you! U-uh you too kaachan.” Bakugou only grunted which earned him a elbow to his side. “Todoroki how have you been?” You asked “I’m fine Y/N thank you for asking.” Once the four of you settled down and ordered drinks that’s when you all started talking about the villain.

“So what do we know?” You asked.

“The villain hasn’t showed his quirk yet, they tend to keep tabs on heroes to avoid getting caught, traveling in daylight is scarce BUT not uncommon for them, night time seems to be the time they come out more.” You hummed as Todoroki provided the information.

“Why night though? Heroes come out either way in the nighttime.”

“Seems to me like he’s playing a game of cat and mouse.. mouses tend to come out at night so maybe he’s waiting for the cats to take the bait?” Midoriya’s hypothesis seemed reasonable some villains you’ve come across loved to play around with heroes until they got caught..

The four of you made a plan to catch the villain when it’s night, Todoroki would stay with Midoriya and you’d stay near Bakugou. You felt uneasy about this job.. you didn’t even know why often times you’d feel more comfortable, but something was telling you not to do it.. you shrugged it off trying to not think about the worse case scenario happening.

Finally when it was night the four of you headed out it seemed somewhat peaceful and quiet expect for the cars often honking or passing by. The uneasy feeling came back again and you started becoming hesitant in your own steps as you followed Bakugou; he noticed he stopped before looking back “are you alright?” You nod.

He continues to walk until you both land on the spot where you two are suppose to be “Oi deku are you guys ready?” He asked through the small earpiece “ready kaachan it says that he’s supposed to be here.” So you guys wait until the villain comes out a few minutes pass by and then an hour. You let out a sigh “Deku are you sure he’s here? Maybe he left-“

“Are you sure about that?”

You felt yourself shiver was he behind you guys all this time?! You and Bakugou quickly jump out the way to keep distance between the killer, you couldn’t see his face; but his outfit was definitely.. normal than other villains you’ve faced he had only a dark cloak on with a white mask covering his face.

“Why so scared Blaze? Are you having an uneasy feeling?”

You choked how the hell did he know? Was this his quirk? To scare people to make them feel uneasy so they can make mistakes?

“Y-Blaze! Don’t get distracted now!” Bakugou shouts at you, you quickly snap out of your train of thought as you quickly activate your quirk. The villain only laughed.. why is he just laughing? At this point the uncomfortable feeling you had went away and now you’re pissed off is he really underestimating your quirk?

“Dont make that face little hero! I’m not making fun of you, but your quirk is completely useless against me.. don’t believe me? Watch.”

The feeling came back again this time it was much more stronger you felt sick, you felt dizzy what the hell did this villain do to you? You could hear Bakugou yelling your name, but suddenly darkness overwhelmed you.

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You suddenly woke up you let out a groan “why does it feel like I drank too much?..” you said as you rubbed your eyes you looked around and realized you were in some kind of house.. the stairs looked like it was decaying.. the house didn’t even look modern it looked more like.. it was vintage.. “Bakugou?.. Todoroki?.. Midoriya?” You called out as you started to get up from the floor.

Did.. the villain kidnap you? No he couldn’t he was all alone with no backup at all and Bakugou would’ve taken you to a safe place by now.. so where the hell where you exactly? The house seemed empty.. it was empty there was no TV, no decorations, no fridge and not even a couch.. the uncomfortable feeling came back again.

Why did it feel like you were a dream.. but then it felt so real? You opened the front door and took a look outside there was no cars expect for other houses which looked like they were decaying and similarly vintage as well.. you rushed down the street “Bakugou! Todoroki! Midoriya! Please! This isn’t funny anymore!” You shout, but no one came.

You were completely alone in this dimension.

#bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #bnha series #mha series #bnha reader insert #mha reader insert #bakugou x reader #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x you #bakugou fanfiction #choose wisely #Bakugou fanfic

[backseatsiren]

A Dramatic Day

It’s been awhile since I’ve written here! There are a couple of reasons: first, my life has reached brave new heights of busy - I was promoted to Editor in Chief at work a bit over a year ago, and my responsibilities there obviously take a lot of time. I’m also teaching more courses than usual at Berklee (right now, one section of Film and TV and two of Game Design Principles), and, as usual, I’m training grappling on top of it all. Plus, naturally, the ambulance. I’m hitting my tour hours, and proud to do it, and as pumped as ever to be an EMT in this neighborhood.

I’m also... very, very, VERY slowly *actually writing a book* about all of this. I’ve begun interviewing a few fellow EMTs, mainly volunteers, about what it is we do. Because of how insane my schedule is, it’ll be a very long term project, and I can’t put any pressure to finish soon. But, especially through the pandemic, I’ve felt a desire to document and interview and report on the idea of volunteer emergency medical services in New York City, here in Brooklyn and Queens, and I think other folks might be interested in reading a bit about it.

But I’d like to get back into the practice of writing about calls and concepts and experiences. As always, I’ll respect patients and patient privacy, and will never reveal identifying information or anything inappropriate.

Today was a fairly busy day, but it started with a bit of a dramatic call. We were called to an unknown, and flagged down by a bystander. A man called us over and told us that he saw a man lying on the train tracks (a less-used track, not the subway or commuter rail or anything). He said he regularly feeds a colony of feral cats there, and noticed the gentleman lying down the way.

We thanked him and high tailed it over, yelling out to him (the usual “sir are you ok?”). My more experienced (many, many years in EMS, including at a much higher level of certification) partner took a look at him and said “he might be dead” and began looking forward a pulse. He went for more help (another ambulance was arriving and they needed to be directed over, the physical layout of the space was weird), and he instructed me to look for a pulse. I did, and found nothing. My other partner (a newer EMT, just cleared for CC status, who I also love working with), said “he’s cold to the touch.”

It was raining lightly. The tracks were a little slick, and there was some litter. It’s early may, and the grass had that beautiful sheen on it, that it gets in the rain. Weird things, visual and sense memory things, are coming back as I write about it.

He was lying down on his face on the tracks. I checked for a carotid pulse again and felt nothing. I checked his hands - they were closed and held tight. Rigor Mortis. I checked his arms, his coat, his clothing, careful not to mess with anything, but looking for lividity. He was bleeding from his face, and, on inspection, his face was very clearly badly injured, bruised, and bloated. I was wearing an N95, but even so, you could smell that he was deceased.

I told my more experienced partner that when he arrived with the other crew. We inspected the scene - noting a shovel and some other tools. There was a little encampment nearby - possibly where this man lived. Beer and food in a little shelter.

It certainly looked like foul play was possible. I learned a few minutes later (on my next call) that the cops did start an investigation there.

As one of the other EMTs from the other crew noted, it was “like a movie scene.” Something about the rain and the light, the way the blood pooled, the way the ants crawled around in it... was surreal. It may have been my less experienced partner’s first DOA when they were first on the scene (it wasn’t mine, but it was certainly the first *outdoor* DOA where I’ve been first and had to help establish that). It was my first suspected murder scene.

And yes, it was deeply sad. There’s some initial adrenaline, for me, in every call. There would be more on my other calls today. There is a voice in my head that repeats a lot of the basic instructions and goes through scenarios: “ABCs” (a note to always prioritize airway, breathing, and circulation). I think about what happened in any given situation and what I should do for my patient. I look for threats to everyone’s safety. And when I can breathe and get a clearer picture of what’s going on, that’s when I can start to process things a bit.

We covered him with a clean sheet from the ambulance and did all the things we needed to do. We talked about it a little, after the call. But I always need to think about things for a few hours after, which is what I’m doing here, by writing about it a bit.

I’m a deeply, empathetic person. I feel for my patients. The call I’m about to talk about - the very next call - required that of me in a different way. But in this scenario, I want to first do everything right for the person and situation, and next, be as respectful as humanly possible. This poor man died - was very probably killed - and was left outside in the rain. I don’t know much about his life, and very little about his death. The whole scenario is very sad, and very surreal.

Every time I’ve had a dead patient, it’s stuck with me. I don’t think I’ll ever forget my first, a woman who very probably died of a heart attack or in her sleep, and her son found her. He was mourning. He was on top of the body, hugging her, crying “I’m sorry, mommy,” and there’s... I guess there’s nothing on earth like that. Nothing like that kind of pain. People, as a rule, do not expect to see their loved ones deceased, and when we do, we usually have a ceremony for it.

I’m just a bystander to that. I can do nothing to help the deceased person, and very little for a mourning loved one, besides being a respectful, empathetic human presence. For my deceased patient today, all we could do was establish that he was dead and do the proper things to ensure his remains would be taken care of (and his death investigated).

My next call was very different, but it was heavy in a different way. We got a call for, basically, a suicidal young woman. We arrived, with PD, to her door. The officers assessed things to an extent, but she revealed that she had been traumatized by police in the recent past, and didn’t want any police in her home. I talked with her calmly, and was able to relieve the cops and take this one, with my partner.

We listened to her. She had obviously been through some extreme trauma and needed mental health resources. I won’t reveal any details here, but I had to keep assuring her that I had no handcuffs and wasn’t interested in taking her against her will. She was terrified of being taken somewhere she didn’t want to go, and I basically sat calmly with her and talked to her about her options. Just talking. Just listening.

This is a case, like a patient a couple of years ago, where I’m very happy to take my time. I’m a volunteer, man. I’m not grinding through a shift for miserable pay, as most EMTs are - I’m here because I frankly want to be useful in this manner.

And I’m happy to sit with a person going through emotional hell, because this is what I can help with. I’m five years into being an EMT with RVAC. I do this 2-3 shifts per month, so I’ll never be the fastest, best, EMT in NYC. But I can be the most patient EMT, and I can give plenty of extra time to a person.

I’m not a therapist, and I don’t pretend to be. That’s what I told her - first, that I’m not a cop, I don’t have cuffs, I have no interest in taking her if she’s of sound mind and doesn’t want to go. Then, second, that I’m no doctor, and no therapist, and that I want her to have resources if she needs them.

We talked more, and did more vitals, and she decided she wanted to come to a mental health facility. We explained every step of the process to her, and what she could expect, and what to bring.

Do I wish I was an actual therapist who could help this girl right away? Yeah. Do I wish I had the ability to make mental health policy that provides good, effective, supportive therapy to all human beings who need it? Yeah. Do I wish I could do better for her than an ER with psych specialists? Where she could easily get lost in the cracks or simply never connect with what she truly needs? Yeah.

I can only take her to a place where people are at least trained to assess her and offer her further resources. I can only hope they actually can help, and do so.

I had another call where we did a bit of *psychological first aid* not long after that. A dramatic scene! A young woman fainted at work at a store, and several people were surrounding her and holding her at the scene! Folks were holding her hands and crying.

It looked wild at first glance, but our patient was completely ok - we got her out, had medics assess her completely, and brought her to the ER while assuring her parents that things looked ok. Her mother was extremely upset, and we had a bit of a language barrier, but we were able to assure her and let her know things looked ok, that her child had very promising vitals and EKG readings, and we just needed the ER visit to make sure.

The medics helping us out were INCREDIBLE. They offered a full walkthrough for us of what was going on physiologically with her and gave a very helpful tip on scenes like that - give bystanders little jobs (just simple stuff, like holding the door, or looking for something like a towel) to do! It helps (caring, kind, just want to help) folks feel helpful when they get scared, especially in dramatic-looking situations.

A lot of drama today. A lot of learning. I felt really good about taking charge with my psych patient and helping her to feel safe and able to make her own decision. Im glad we were able to help our young fainting patient. And as much as it’s heavy, I’m glad I was at least on scene today for our first call. I know I can do nothing but confirm obvious death, but, I take some heart in the kind bystander who called for him (the gentleman who feeds cats nearby).

At least someone cared enough to try.

I’m forever grateful for my partners, for the folks who have taken the time to teach me (back when I was VERY green and still, to this day, as I am learning every single shift), and for the patients who trust me to do my best for them. 

I noticed today, this month marks five years of doing this, with my volunteer corps. I can only hope I learn more and become a more effective EMT as I go.

#volunteer ems #ems #nyc

[bluemueana]

BTS as boyfriends (Hyung Line)

NOTE: Here, I haven’t put them as idols.

Kim Namjoon

How it started~

·        Your independent personality is what would have caught his eye.

·        And since then, he would always try to get your attention.

·        He would ask everything about you from this friend that you both shared.

·        He would ‘accidentally’ bump into you few times.

·        Everything would click instantly.

·        After 4-5 times of meeting and getting to know each other at cafes, you both would decide to make it official.

 What would he be like~

·        Late night (deep) conversations .

·        You both LOVE reading books together.

·        Your parents will love him and visa-versa.

·        You would teach him cooking on Sundays and the two of you would burst into laughs every time. “I don’t think I can cook y/n.”, he would say while laughing. “It’s ok love, I’ll teach you.”

·        He would give you small pecks here and there.

Fights :(

· Fights with him would be rare.

· A frustrated Namjoon from work would mostly be the reason for many arguments.

· But in the end you would calm him down and he would apologize for being rude.

· Apart from that, you both would argue over the most senseless and random things.

· “ Are you kidding me y/n ?! Crabs are the best, not your stupid cats!”

· *Gasp* “ Oh you did not just go there joon !”

· lmao but yes no fight has ever been big enough to damage your relationship.

 The first ILY~

·        He was longing for this moment since the first time he met you.

·        Would always think about saying it but didn’t want to say it too fast or make you awkward.

·        Even though he didn’t want to say it  this way, one day while talking he would randomly blurt it out.

·        You would giggle and say it back.

·        And when you did, he will laugh in relief and then give you a cute little peck.

·  He would say it frequently just to remind you how much you mean to him.

Kim Seokjin

How it started~

  ·   You were at a cooking fest held in Gangnam, Jin couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He was in awe with the way you were cooking and helping others.

  · Jin got some information from the owner of the event (*cough* Bang pd nim *cough*) about you and headed to your address.

· He was a master at cooking and you knew it, so when he asked you to teach him, you were surprised.

· “But you’re better than me at cooking”, you said.

· “Oh um, ya but that dish you made at the event, I was wondering if you could teach me how to make it.” (His lame excuse was accepted tho.)

· “Sure!”

·  And since then, he would come over all the time just to make dishes with you and you also had frequent visits at his residence.

· Both of you loved each other’s company.

· Every Saturday he would come over to cook, binge watch some series and spend some time with you. So, when he didn’t show up, you were worried. You called him.

·  “Jin? Why aren’t you hear yet ?”

· A cough from the other side of the line was what made your eyes widen.

· “Ah y/nie~, I may or may not be a little sick...”

· That was all you needed to hear, you rushed to his apartment.

· Once he opened the door, you saw him wrapped in blankets. You immediately hugged him, which sent blood rush up to his cheeks like always. You made him soup and a great meal for dinner. You took care of him for the rest of the day.

· “I’m sorry you had to look after me for the whole day.”

· “Don’t be, I wanted to take care of you.”

· “Then how about you take care of me for the rest of our lives ?”

· A small chuckle escaped your lips and you gladly accepted his offer.

What would he be like~

· ALWAYS taking care of you.

· Cooking with you is his favorite thing.

· Playing Mario Kart together.

· His dad jokes will lighten up your mood no matter how bad your day is.

· Romantic dates are just his specialty.

· “You look pretty today~”

· “More than you Jinnie ?”

· “Hahaha no”

· Then you would chase him around the apartment. You both would collapse onto the sofa after running for a while and laugh together, sharing sweet ‘I love you’s.

Fights :(

· Fights are just a no for this boy.

· Any situation, and you both would maturely handle it.

· Stupid little arguments here and there but after a few minutes you both would just laugh and make up.

The first ILY~

· You always made him feel happy. He thought the way you laughed could cure any disease.

·  He knew he was deeply in love with you.

· One night while taking a break from watching ‘Hotel Del Luna’, he gave you a sheet of paper and went to the kitchen to grab a coke. The letter was heart-warming. It perfectly described his feelings for you. When your eyes landed to the ‘I love you’ at the end of the page, you hurried to where he was.

· “I love you Jinnie, I love you so so much!” you said while running towards him.

· He hugged you and you both shared a passionate kiss.

· “I will always be there for you y/n.”

Min Yoongi

How it started~

· You were new in the neighborhood. And people weren’t too friendly here.

· One night, when you were sleeping loud music was being played next door. You had an exam the next day so this was pretty annoying.But soon enough the volume was reduced and a slower song was now heard, you went back to sleep easily.

· The next morning, after coming back from your college you saw two inspectors standing outside the house next to yours. Your neighbors were also crowding at the same place. You soon learned that your neighbors had complained about the music and the person next door was being asked to leave the house. You thought they were going a little overboard by forcing him to leave because he could just be a college student and being kicked out could effect him financially and mentally, so you stood up for whoever that person was.

· You didn’t know him/her but considering they didn’t even play anything for too long, you though it’s fine. The inspectors left when you asked them to, much to everyone’s annoyance. Your neighbors gave you a look and left.

· Soon you saw the person responsible for the chaos come out of his house with bags. He came up to you and introduced himself as Yoongi. He saw everything that happened. Yoongi was about to leave the place but saw you sending the inspectors back. No one had ever stood up for him and the fact that you helped him without knowing who he was intrigued him.

·Yoongi was looking at you and thanking you as if you just saved his life which made you smile.

· “Hey thanks for everything, I really appreciate it. And um sorry about last night, didn’t mean to disturb you.”

· “Nah it’s ok. I have faced similar people so I thought it’s best if I help you.”

· “ Well, can I at least treat you to lunch as a thank you ?”

· “ Sure!”

· You both talked for hours. Talking with him was the best thing, he understood you like no one else. He told you his troubled childhood, he doesn’t talk to anyone about this but he felt this need to tell you. You couldn’t help but do the same.

· You both already had a special bond.

What would he be like~

· Sleep dates. (a cuddle baby  🥺 )

· Would teach you the piano.

· At night, you both would sit by the window and talk silently.

· Whenever you are around he is happy, when you aren’t he’s a sad kitten.

· Even cooks special meals for you.

· Would laugh at you when you try to play basketball.

· Writes about you all the time.

· Can’t imagine a life without you. ( dis boi is in luv)

· “You’re amazing, do you know that ? “

Fights :(

· Mad Yoongi is what you avoid all the time.

· When he’s tired, he’s mad.

· But your aura just calms him down, so no big argument takes place.

The first ILY~

· HE WILL BE SHY

· It will probably be after two years of dating because he doesn’t want to rush it.

· He asked you to come over since he made a song for you. The lyrics would be filled with emotions. A special love song he made for you.

· After finishing it he says “ I love you, I really do.”

· “ Oh Yoongi, I love you too”

· His ILYs would be rare which would make them so special, his eyes would light up whenever you said it back.

Jung Hoseok

How it started~

· Your part-time job was babysitting and you loved it. One afternoon, you were asked to babysit at a place, and you would be standing outside the door of the house you would be in for the rest of the day; patiently waiting after ringing the door bell. Soon, the door would swing open to reveal the most beautiful human you had ever seen and somehow you knew he was feeling the same about you.

· “I’m Jung Hoseok and this is my little sister- Areum. Hope she isn’t much trouble today.”

· “She won’t be.”, you smiled reassuringly. Hoseok could swear he felt his heart skip a beat at your smile.

· When he returned, he saw you playing with Areum. He never saw Areum so happy and never had he seen someone as beautiful and as kind and caring as you.

· He would ask you to come over often for his sister, but that was just an excuse to see you.

· You both became best friends right away.

· Hoseok would make you happy like no one else could. And when he finally asked you to be his girlfriend, you couldn’t help but do you your happy dance after saying yes.

What would he be like~

· YOUR SUN.

· His comfort was your favourite thing. It was like you hadn’t been happy at all before you met him.

· He would never fail to remind you just how beautiful you were.

· At evening, he would come over and you would spend half of the time dancing to girl groups.

· Forehead kisses and piggy back rides are a must.

· No matter how bad your day was, he made you feel better; best actually. So you always looked forward to seeing him.

Fights :(

· NO. JUST NO.

· You think it’s possible ?

·  Even if you come back stressed from work, he makes sure you don’t get angry. And whenever he is stressed, you spend time with him and the rest of the day is better for him.

· You could consider this an argument :

“You are the sun y/n~”

“Yah! We talked about this yesterday, you are the sun. Not me!”

“ Oh come on!”

The first ILY~

· You would say it at the same time actually.

· It was when you both were walking in the park together.

· The ‘I love you’ were said at the same time and you both couldn’t stop laughing.

· He then placed a soft kiss on your nose and said “ I want to be with you for the rest of my life.”

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(Maknae line will be out on 30th December!)

~Lay

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