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tsukkismoonlight · 3 years

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Im in a mood so to break my haitus (sorta) here's some headcanons for dating/'talking' with some hq boys !!!

Kenma-dating

▪︎Not only does he send you random memes that he does the small nose breathe-laugh thing at, but he also sends you a Lets Play episode of some youtuber for you to watch

▪︎ He brings a blanket everywhere, you cannot convince me otherwise. Kenma is constantly cold, so, when you see him trudge up to you with the blanket, you know exactly what to do

▪︎and that is to take the blanket, wrap it around you and then bring him into your lap and wrap it around himself as well

▪︎Late nights are a thing with you two. But around 3am is when you have to drag him to bed, and promise him that tomorrow you can pick up with whatever game/show/etc y'all stayed up doing

▪︎sleeping in or getting up early, when you wake up, he likes to make coffee, or your favorite drink. Its quiet as neither of you are fully awake, but its always a comfortable silence

Nishinoya-talking

▪︎First of all, he acts tough but boy is he such a sweetheart. He has spent countless nights thinking ahead, planning what to say and do, this talking stage is so much more than talking

▪︎he subtlety compliments you, and tells you that you're working hard and to take it easy. He dotes on you and somehow makes it look easy to keep it on the downlow

▪︎Noya just wants to share everything with you. His favorite sport, his favorite comics and his favorite movies. He wants to bring extra snacks and tends to bring an extra waterbottle incase you need it

▪︎He sends goodnight and goodmorning texts, he will wait so impatiently by his phone for you to respond, and then he just grins happily or snickers at your response

▪︎The minute that anyone throws shade your way, or tries to pull a stunt, he is on it. Short king or not, no one gets past him, and frankly, no one really wants to try (he's got those crazy eyes lets be real)

▪︎you go to his games, you cheer the loudest and his eyes always find you easily. Afterwards, you are the first person he texts, and in the night, he'll call you, loving the way your voice sounds when you're tired

Oikawa-dating

▪︎First of all, he literally cannot get his hands off you. This poor boy just wants you. Your hand, your arm, thigh, to hold your face, everything and anything. He'll hug you, give forehead kisses, ofc only when you want them

▪︎That being said, he only ever sleeps well when you're over for the night. If you're not next to him, Oikawa tosses and turns all night (and then complains about it the next day)

▪︎Also, Oikawa is fairly vain, and so anytime you compliment him, it gets him going. He'll blush and then wave his hand as if to say, 'oh stop' but really he means the opposite

▪︎All he wants is for you to keep going, keep calling him cute, or adorable or handsome. He wants to hear you say his name or nickname, and he wants to know that you are only for him

▪︎Which leads us to the fact that he can get jealous easily. The moment another person looks at you, Oikawa flaunts the fact he's dating you. He'll grab your hand or kiss your cheek, when he wants to be painstakingly obvious about it, he just exclaims loudly that you are a couple

▪︎ And in all fairness, you probably love all of it. The hand holding, the forehead kisses, the pet names and his stares. He's so pretty, and when he's looking at you, it makes you feel the happiest and the luckiest

Asahi-talking

▪︎First off, Asahi has never dated anyone before let alone 'talk' to someone before, that being said, things can be a little unnerving for him. He's never sure what to say or when to say it, and he stumbles over his words when in person and misspells when texting

▪︎Not to mention the team is always giving conflicting advice. Tanaka says to go all out while Nishinoya says to play it cool, Suga says to be sweet and Daichi says to be yourself. But in the end Asahi ended up listening to Kiyoko the most, which was to yes be himself, but also to take his time if he needed

▪︎ Asahi makes sure to text you before school and say hello, and to remind you to bring your lunch and a water bottle. When he sees you there, he'll approach and ask if you slept okay and if he can carry any of your books

▪︎Slowly but surely he seems to get ahold of the talking stage, and even starts to get more confident. Confident enough to smoothly grab your hand and interlock his fingers with yours

▪︎Its the little things about him that you love the most, whether its the way he reacts to things or how he looks when his hair is down and his eyes aren't on you, or how his hand isn't exactly smooth but its not terribly rough or calloused, they're all the little things that make Asahi, Asahi.

Bokuto-dating

▪︎Lets get the record straight, Bokuto is the perfect example of a Golden Retriever Boy. He gets excited or everything and looooves any and all attention. When out on a date, he never lets go of your hand and never stops smiling.

▪︎Every little thing you do makes him giddy. Like playing with his hair, snuggling with him on the couch or even just telling a story to him.

▪︎He just loves you so much. Everytime he looks at you, especially when you aren't looking, he just has those eyes, the ones that are filled with dreams of the future, whatever that may hold for you both

▪︎Your favorite thing to do with him however, is when you're both cooking in the kitchen in your pjs, music playing a little to loud and neither of you can really hear the other, besides the laughter that is

▪︎Oh and dont get me started on his hugs. On your best, or your worst days, Bokuto gives The Best™️ hugs. As much as it seems, he doesnt always gives those bear hugs. Rather his hugs are soft and tender. He'll wrap his arms around you with just enough pressure, and hold you close with your head against his chest so you can hear his heart beat

Kyotani-talking

▪︎Okay so contrary to how he is with any other person in the world, Kentaro is actually a bit of a romantic but he just doesn't quite know how to show it. When he does he's a little aggressive, but not in the mean way

▪︎its a lot of "well maybe I want to hold your hand !" Or "you look amazing, okay?!" And honestly its kind of adorable when he does things like that.

▪︎He has to remind himself that you two aren't quite dating so he shouldn't come off too strong, but when you're together he just gets ahead of himself. Especially when someone else tries to butt in.

▪︎The moment someone says that technically, you're fair game since you two aren't dating, Kyotani gets defensive (and a little possessive) fast. If you're there, he'll grab your hand and pull you away, glaring at the person the whole time. If you're not there he'll just spit some nasty name at them and tell them to back off (and who's gonna tell him no?)

▪︎Another thing about him, is that he overthinks everything. He'll bring small gifts, whether its some snacks, or a stuffed animal, he figures that it'll make up for his brash personality, and that hopefully you'll stick around

▪︎which ofc you do. Not only do you know that he is so much more than his harsh exterior, but you know that you can be yourself around him, he isn't into the materialistic, as long as he knows that you're going to love him for him, thats all that he wants.

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plounce · 3 years

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what if gay CATS........... were gay PERSONS

(info on this au under the cut)

theyre all shitty young adults just kind of. getting through their early 20s as best they can. or as much as they can. maybe things will get better someday, but right now they’re kind of spinning their wheels

magic exists but like eh it’s not a big thing don’t worry about it. it’s around but like whatever. not many people have it and it’s mostly just like. a curiosity or a party trick

demeter and bombularina are together, tugger and mistoffelees are together, bombularina and tugger occasionally fwb, it’s cool and aboveboard and it’s all fine

demeter:

bisexual with a preference for women. 24 years old

semi-psychic (not as powerful as tantomile or coricopat). tends to have vague and confusing prophetic dreams

dropped out of grad school for sociology due to trauma and ensuing intensified mental illness. kind of bitter about it, but tries to get through every day. general anxiety disorder even before all that

very nervous around most men she doesn’t know & trust

currently working at a barnes & noble starbucks, which sucks. she recently became the assistant manager, which turbo sucks because now she has more work for only like a buck raise, but at least she’s getting reliable shifts

her go-to therapy is cutting her hair with scissors. her hair is fried to all hell from regular bleaching

she’s learning how to crochet because she’s decided she needs to do something physically productively creative with her hands to distract herself from Stuff

bombalurina:

bisexual. 24 years old

got her bachelor’s in english two years ago and hasn’t found a job in her field and has kind of given up on it for now

she’s been bartending for like four years, does freelance editing work on the side. will occasionally write listicles for clickbait sites if she needs extra cash

literally any extra money she can save goes to tattoos. her right sleeve’s almost done

has natural red hair but dyes it cherry red

a hedonist to cope but is also just a natural hedonist. likes a good bath

i know that like the typical thing fandoms say about female characters is “doesn’t take shit” for the girlboss points but she truly does not take shit anymore. she used to take people’s shit sometimes but at this point in her life she’s tired and she has a girlfriend to be protective of. she has a couple people whose shit she will take (mostly just tugger) but besides them (and having to practice basic customer service to keep her job) she’s tired of other people’s shit! enough!

my personal take on bombalurina is a mix between the riot grrrls of the 90s and 80s punk girls, and then a dash of the greaser chicks from grease. i saw that spiked collar and my brain went OH okay i can run with this somewhere fun. same for demeter, but less so - she just has the piercings.

demelurina:

bombalurina met demeter in college at a women’s activism club, noticed her because of her dimple piercings and was like “oh someone else with a lot of metal in her face, i’ll sit next to her”

they were each other’s first off-campus roommates and were close friends. made out a couple times, but it was mostly a lot of sexual tension. there was a lot of bombalurina staring at demeter while she or demeter made out with someone else

demeter was on and off with her high school boyfriend munkustrap and bombalurina was like “oh he’s so much more stable/calm than me and she needs that, i party a bit too much for her, i shouldn’t try anything” so she just sort of. lets their almost-there peter off

(this is all bombalurina’s internal thoughts - demeter always was interested in her, but thought she was too boring for bombalurina. so neither of them thought they could pursue it)

bombalurina graduated and moved somewhere cheaper further away from campus. they kind of drift apart

munkustrap and demeter peter off and he moves away for a job (they’re still good friends, it was a very amicable breakup) and then demeter gets with macavity, which is a deeply toxic situation for her and sucks hugely and throws her whole life really off track. won’t go into further details

she finally manages to break up with him and calls bombalurina at like 2 am asking if she can pick her up, and also if she can sleep on her couch, it’s okay if that’s not okay, she just. really needs a place she feels safe, and her gut is telling her to. and of course bombalurina says yes

bombalurina also knew macavity and had also made out a couple times with him at like parties and stuff (see: staring at demeter as she makes out with people). something about transference of feelings - bombalurina was into him for a couple moments because he and demeter had a thing.

this is due to me interpreting the song “macavity” as actually about bombalurina wanting to fuck demeter and her singing as a half-repressed expression of that. i use my really good wlw brain to reach that conclusion. it’s kind of a non-competitive version of eve sedgwick’s take on the love triangle. (<-- normal thing to say)

but anyway demeter stays on bombalurina’s couch and she tries so hard to stay on track but eventually she just has to drop out. bombalurina helps her with that too. she’s just really supportive even as demeter’s life is at its lowest point. when she gets home from bartending she gets demeter to go to sleep

she just Stays with her and makes her smile and reminds her that her life isn’t over, there’s still things in her day to enjoy, to keep her trudging forward

bombalurina is roommates with tugger at this point - he also recently dropped out and demeter knows him because he’s munkustrap’s brother, so he’s Trusted and also is like “hey it’s okay that you dropped out, im here and im chilling and you like me and respect me at least a little, and you have a bachelor’s degree at least!” (more on him later)

demeter is like “oh god ive been crashing at their place for so long not paying rent, theyre gonna ask me to leave, im such a freeloader, they wont take my attempts at paying rent” but then bombalurina and tugger are like “hey! the lease is almost up! we found a pretty good 3 bedroom, do you wanna have your own room for real?” and she nearly cries because 1. the RELIEF 2. oh my god you want me around???

cut to bombalurina helping demeter put together an ikea dresser (tugger got banished to the kitchen to make crystal light lemonade for them because he’s useless with a screwdriver) and demeter has two epiphanies:

1. i thought i was ready to d*e four months ago and here i am making a dresser to put clothes into in my new apartment where i live and feel safe and loved. im still not happy but im still alive and im making a dresser

2. holy fuck im back in love with my best friend, and ten times more than i was back then.

so she like kind of freaks out because she’s already imposed so much on bombalurina, how could she impose her FEELINGS on her like this, oh no oh no oh no

meanwhile bombalurina’s back in love with her even MORE and she’s also like no... she’s already dealing with so much... i don’t want to make her uncomfortable or feel unsafe in her own home especially after her recent relationship trauma... i just want her to feel safe around me...

you might think tugger as their roommate would be like “JUST KISS” but he is in fact pretty oblivious because he is self-absorbed. mistoffelees on the other hand..

eventually they do have a big confession of feelings after demeter has a bad day and it’s very dramatic and they make out in the rain. and it’s like. well this is a movie scene. but also im cold and damp. let’s head inside our home and get warm and dry :)

and then they go inside and and talk through everything, all their feelings (not just their romantic feelings but like ALL their feelings) and their shared histories and bombalurina is like “do you think you’re... ready for a relationship right now? like that would be a good thing for you?”

and demeter considers it. she does stop and think. and then she says, “with anyone else... probably not. but it’s you. and i feel so safe around you, and we’re already so close. you make the future feel more worth it. you make more days alive feel not just tolerable, but something to look forward to. and knowing you’ve loved me all this time... it’s nice. it’s good. i’m - i’m understating it so much, it’s more than nice, it’s just - it’s a lot. i wish i had noticed back then.” “hey, hey, don’t blame yourself. i’m the one who never said anything.”

anyway. everything works out, and they start dating for real :)

tugger:

bisexual. 22 years old

dishwasher at the same bar bombalurina works at. she got him the job. he keeps bugging her to teach him bartending tricks and on slow nights she will agree to

he dropped out of their four year, but he managed to secure an associate’s in communications before he dipped

trying to be an ig influencer hotboy and hopefully get modeling jobs from that but his phone’s camera sucks shit so his account isn’t really going anywhere. but he continues to post his low resolution shirtless selfies

trying to cope with being the failure son who does not have a fancy nonprofit job with a salary and healthcare by being self-absorbed and self-aggrandizing

it works about 60% of the time and 60% of the times that it doesn’t he’s able to hide it

he dropped out right around when bombalurina graduated and he was like HEY! ARE YOU LOOKING FOR A ROOMMATE WHO DOESN’T CARE IF WE LIVE TEN MILES AWAY FROM CAMPUS? WELL HAVE I GOT A SOLUTION FOR YOU: ME!

to which bombalurina (who has fooled around with him here and there and thinks he is funny little man and genuinely goodhearted, and also he has rockin abs as a plus) says munkustrap already asked me if i need a roommate and if i do to consider you, because you don’t want to move back home. in other words: yes, you little idiot

they do fool around with each other but they are both very understanding that it is strictly platonic and for fun, especially once they become roommates. they both do not desire each other for anything serious

he did have a bit of a crush on each other when they met (hot punk older girl who’s friends with his brother) but 1. it dissipated pretty quick after they fooled around for the first time because it was not a very serious crush 2. she was in the middle of being in love with demeter so she was focused on that, emotionally

he got his ears pierced a couple times in high school but bombalurina inspired him to get a couple more. she went with him when he got his nose pierced

demeter has always understood that him and bombalurina are strictly fwb, has never been an issue.

she and him like to bleach their hair together when their hair schedules line up (he bleaches his way less often then she does), but she refuses to use his fancy conditioner that keeps his hair unfried because it’s expensive, even though he tells her to go ahead and use it, please, the health of her hair is giving HIM anxiety, demeter please. please demeter

mistoffelees:

gay. 20 years old

has magic. it’s pretty good magic but again: magic is not a big deal in this concept

a bit spooky. skulks around. a bit of a bitch but also very very nice. chooses when to speak

he has postings on craigslist and fiverr about finding lost objects and people with magic. like a gig economy private detective

side job is a waiter at a fancy restaurant

sometimes he gets paid VERY well from the private detecting, depending on the client. he does ask his psychic friends (tantomile & coricopat) to give a quick glance over on some of the more suspicious clients just to make sure he isn’t finding someone who should not be found by that person.

doesn’t go to college. is roommates with his sister victoria, who’s a freshman and studying dance. moved into town with her so she wouldn’t have to live in the dorms by having a guaranteed roommate.

tuggoffelees:

the general vibe i want for these two is mistoffelees walking around town or driving around in his shitty toyota camry while tugger tags along because he’s bored and thinks this is cool as shit

the general tone of the au is “magic isn’t a big deal” except for tugger, who thinks mistoffelees’ magic and his magic freelancing is the coolest shit ever. this is mostly because he just likes mistoffelees. “there are people who can do cooler shit than me, tug” “yeah but i don’t KNOW them also theyre not as COOL as you” “you had to explain to me how instagram reels work”

idk how they met i just think tugger shows up at his and bombalurina’s apartment one day (this is when demeter has moved in but they havent moved to the 3br yet) with this dude to dash in and pick something up and bombalurina is like “uh. who’s this” “oh this is mistoffelees he’s SO GOOD AT MAGIC” [mistoffelees nods hello] “okay bye bombalurina see you at work!!!” “uh. later”

after that he just shows up a lot. sort of ambiguous if theyre dating or what for a while before bombalurina straight up asks like “hey does the dude you’re dating know we fool around” “the dude im - what?” “... the little magic guy who keeps using our hot cocoa mix. misty.” “oh. uh. we aren’t dating.” “... do you want to? because you’re kind of all over him constantly” “um. well! haha, if i wanted to, i could! haha!” “yeah get back to me on that”

tugger trying to use his ig clout to get mistoffelees more work even though 1. he has no clout 2. mistoffelees has a very stable client base. but mistoffelees appreciates the effort. the self-promo guy promoing someone other than himself... the highest expression of love...

mistoffelees is A Nonthreatening Man plus he’s pretty obviously gay so demeter is chill around him pretty quickly. when mistoffelees is over they’ll sit on the couch where demeter sleeps and watch documentaries quietly while she crochets

they both occasionally say spooky shit at the same time because magic stuff. bombalurina and tugger are both torn between “that was cool as fuck” and “god that’s unnerving”

just a lot of tugger following mistoffelees around on his jobs and mistoffelees letting him because he’s fond of him and them occasionally getting into minor peril and interesting shenanigans, but it is 90% fetch quests

i think the first time they met tugger was taking selfies in front of a hydrangea in a public park and he saw mistoffelees walk up with a shovel and start digging in one of the flower beds and he thought he was hot so he went over and offered to take over on the shoveling to look strong and masculine and he ended up digging up a skull, which mistoffelees picked up and said “thanks” and then walked away

mildly terrifying but also very interesting and tugger’s days are kind of boring and dishwashing kind of sucks as a job to do like every night and he is a person who thrives on novelty so. moth to a porchlight

i think they do start making out for fun here and there and then a while later theyre out on one of mistoffelees’ jobs and someone asks “who’s the guy with you” and mistoffelees replies “oh that’s my boyfriend, don’t worry about him” and then it’s like. “HUH? I’M YOUR BOYFRIEND?” “uh. yeah? i assumed. is that okay?” “i mean yeah of course i think you’re great! how long have we–” “oh like a while.” “oh. uh. cool!!”

they just hang out a lot. mistoffelees enjoys teasing him and enjoys his warmth and bombasticity and tugger likes watching and helping him solve little mysteries around the county because it’s always something new. they’re kind of a comedy duo. they just enjoy spending their time together and following mistoffelee’s internal magic gps to find lost dogs and lost necklaces

yeah right now this au is just vibes and just sort of. continuing forward with your days and your weeks and your months. just young adults hanging out

#cats the musical #mr mistoffelees #rum tum tugger #demeter cats #bombalurina #tuggoffelees #demelurina #chirps #bird in the hand

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wp-blaze · 3 days

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Why You Should Give Up!

Stuck trying to change the world? This post says focus on yourself instead. Inner peace is the real win. Prioritize what brings you calm, ditch negativity, and set goals. Let go of the past and chase what matters. This “ruthless focus” is freedom to be you. Fight for your dreams and find fulfillment.

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lunatens · 4 years

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since we’re alone

word count: 1.7k

genre: angst + fluff

pairing: hwang hyunjin x gender neutral reader

requested by...too many people to count ksjdfbskg

a/n: im so sorry this took so long, i think like 10+ people asked for me to write a sequel (which is kind of a lot considering tmta has like..less than 100 notes lmao) but i really struggled to find the motivation til now ;-; i really hope you guys like the direction i decided to take this!! also yes i did name this series after niall horan songs what about it

*this is a sequel to “too much to ask” so if you haven’t read that, you probably should read it first!*

confusion hits you as the rosy glow of the morning sun lands on your face. why the hell is it so bright? you groan as you pry open your sleepy eyes only to see the sunrise blazing through the large windows of your living room, and the memories of last night’s events come back to you. your head hurts a bit; probably a mixture of the morning light, the alcohol you had last night, and then crying yourself to sleep.

you rub the sleep from your eyes, surprised to see a blanket you don’t remember using falling to the floor as you stretch. you reach for your phone on the coffee table to check the time—too early to be awake, dammit—only to notice a glass of water right there. yeah, that definitely wasn’t there when you fell asleep. picking it up, the cool condensation leaves your fingers wet to the touch, and the icy water feels nice on your throat.

your eyes begin to water as more and more of what happened last night comes back you—in particular the words you said to him in your drunken state. a tsunami of guilt washes over you, mixed with lingering waves of anger and hurt. taking another sip of the water, you try to calm down and think about things. maybe it’s best to talk to hyunjin about this and tell him everything that’s on your mind now that you’re sober. yeah, that’ll work.

you groggily stand up from the couch, pulling the blanket over your shoulders like a cape and letting it drag along the floor as you tentatively walk to the bedroom. the door swings open with a quiet creak, and you bite your lip nervously.

“hyunjin?” you call into the darkness, voice loud enough to wake him but gentle enough not to startle him. you’re met with silence, and you frown as your eyes adjust a bit to the darkness only to see an empty bed in front of you, cotton sheets carelessly thrown aside. your heart sinks deep into your chest, the small rays of hope and forgiveness quickly fading. gone to practice again, you’re not even sure if he’ll be back until later and even then he might not return at all, considering what you said to him last night. your heart feels like it’s been torn in two; you were ready to talk things out with hyunjin and work towards a solution, already ready to forgive him, so seeing him leave just like any other day sends daggers through your heart.

“he could’ve at least made the bed,” you grumble to yourself, haphazardly throwing the sheets and pillow back to where they belong. as you do so, you can’t help but wonder if maybe it really is for the best if you just end things with him. sure, there are lots of great moments with hyunjin and you have so many special memories together, not to mention the fact that you’re completely head over heels in love with him, but as high as the highs in your relationship feel, the lows are just as extreme, if not even more so. you check your phone again, the lack of any sort of message from hyunjin helping you make up your mind; when he hopefully comes home tonight, you’ll break things off with him.

you shuffle back out to the living room, now brightly lit by the fully-risen morning sun. flopping down on the couch, you grab the remote so you can look for something mindless to watch; maybe it’ll help take your mind off of the impending doom that ticks ever closer to you, since you’re too antsy to go back to sleep. you’re about to turn the tv on when a loud thump at the door startles you into dropping the remote. you turn to look at the door, peerings over the couch wide-eyed as you hear keys fumbling in the lock before the handle clicks and the door swings open. when hyunjin’s tall frame quietly enters the room, you think your heart must’ve stopped beating for a moment. your emotions are in turmoil as a million questions and thoughts race through your mind; what’s he doing back so early? do i still break up with him? where did he go if not practice and schedules? and what’s in that box??

hyunjin gently places a white box on the nearest surface before putting his jacket and mask away. you don’t think he’s noticed you’re awake yet, as he seems to be trying his best to be silent. you almost giggle at the thought, but then you remember you’re mad at him and you just continue curiously watching his actions. he finally turns to peek over at the couch, expecting to see your still sleeping form, so when his eyes meet yours he’s a bit taken aback.

“oh, um, goodmorning y/n,” he greets, a little bit awkward. you can tell he’s having trouble reading your emotions and he’s trying to tread carefully, so you remain quiet to see what he’s up to. he picks up the box in both hands and walks over to you, placing the box on the table beside your empty water glass and sitting down beside you. you turn to look at him, expression neutral as he furrows his eyebrows and takes your hands in his.

“y/n, i am so, so sorry for what happened yesterday. i-i know that doesn’t cut it, but i can’t even describe to you how sorry i am. i love you so so much, and i really don’t want to lose you. i understand if you don’t feel the same and you’d rather just en-end it, but i want to do whatever it takes to keep you in my life.”

you didn’t even notice you were crying until his thumb is swiping away a tear on your cheek. he leaves his hand up against your face, and you can’t help but lean into his touch.

“you’ve been so supportive of me following my dreams and being an idol, and i’ve been awful at showing you how much you mean to me. so i’m taking today off, i’ve told chan what happened and he said he’ll cover for me, so now i can be here with you. is...is that okay?” hyunjin asks, eyes searching yours to try and read what your tears mean--are you sad? do you hate him forever?

all you can think to do right now is lean forward to capture his lips in a deep kiss. as soon as your lips touch you can feel the relief wash through both yourself and him. he pulls you closer and wraps his arms tight around you as if he’s never letting go. you pull apart with a soft giggle, wiping your tears away and gently smiling.

“i love you too, jinnie. we can make this work, just please-please don’t make promises you can’t keep ever again, ok?” you ask as you squeeze him in a tight hug, breathing in the welcoming scent of his sweater. he kisses your forehead and lightly caresses your tear-stained cheek.

“deal,” he says, and the two of you just lie there in each other’s arms in silence, your arms wrapped tightly around hyunjin’s torso and his fingers tracing circles on your back. you’re overwhelmed with emotions right now, and you hardly know what to think, but you’re relieved to have hyunjin back in your arms. suddenly, you remember you still don’t know where he went this morning.

“what’s in the box?” you ask as you pull away to examine it, reaching out to touch the white cardboard.

“ah, i mean it’s nothing really, i mean it’s a day late anyways and it’s so early i could hardly find anywhere that was open, let alone actually had something decent,” hyunjin rambles as you open the lid to see a small cake inside with “happy birthday y/n! sorry i ruined your birthday” written in purple icing. the sight makes your heart swell with happiness and you can’t hold back the smile in your face.

“you got up this early just to get me a cake?” you ask in excitement; if this is hyunjin’s way of making things up to you, it’s definitely working.

“not just a cake,” he says nervously as he pulls a smaller white box out of his pocket and hands it to you. opening it, you see a delicate silver chain necklace with a tiny locket on it. inside the locket is a super dumb picture of you and hyunjin from back when your first started dating, and the word “stay” is engraved on the back. you blink furiously, trying and failing to rid yourself of the tears filling your eyes.

“i was gonna give this to you yesterday, but i felt like it might not have been the bets time...and i know it’s kind of cheesy, but i wanted you to always have something to remember me by when i’m away. i got one for myself too so you’ll be with me too, i’m gonna try to even sneak it with me on stage so you’ll always be by my side,” he says, cheeks flushed with embarrassment but that just makes the moment even sweeter.

“i love it so much, hyunjin, thank you,” is all you can say in fear you’ll burst into tears if you speak any more words. you lean in to press another kiss to his soft lips, this time lingering so you can savour this moment. hyunjin helps you put the locket around your neck, and you do the same for him, smiling shyly at each other.

“so what do you say we dig into this cake and get the day started?” hyunjin asks.

“but it’s so early to eat cake!” you respond, to which hyunjin shrugs his shoulders.

“who cares, we have the whole day to spend together and we can do whatever the hell we want,” he says with a smile, and you couldn't be happier to have hyunjin in your life.

#skz #stray kids #stray kids scenarios #stray kids oneshot #stray kids drabble #stray kids imagines #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x you #hyunjin scenarios #hyunjin imagines #hyunjin oneshot #angst #fluff #kpop fanfiction #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #since we're alone

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Brothers anon back with ANGST at the very last question on part 2. Im honestly not positive myself how im gonna fix it. I have ideas but still. Hopefully this isn't to long.

Rans life at Mizu: For Mizu I've changed it a bit, history is still messed up to a point. But other people like Technoblade, Philza, Sam, Foolish, etc are now included with their own rooms. Ran idolized/choose Technoblade to follow. Followers of Technoblade are the only people in the City (expect for guards or police type people, though they also tend to be followers of Techno) that are allowed to freely carry weapons (after the proper training of course). Ran choose Technoblade because he wanted to protect those he loved and he was always interested in the art of fighting. He had two mentors, a women named Alma, she mostly did hand to hand combat and defense training with Ran, while a man named Fermin was a historical teacher, and taught him the history of wars and weapons more indepth than regular classes did. He had quite a few friends, though only a few close friends he often went to play games with or have sleepovers with (if you want angst, Ran was actually the one who discovered two of his friends bodies and had to report them, forcing him to go back a few times to see their bodies). Im pretty sure I mentioned it before but the brothers had a family of 6! Their mom was Ranya and was a 20% enderman hybrid, their dad was Seth and was a normal human, of course you know the brothers, their younger brother (14 years old upon death/a year younger than Ran) was named Lias and was human, and their younger sister was Memi (10 years old upon death) and was human. Ran was close to his parents, often having Ranya read him to bed and riding Seth's shoulders when he was young. He also baby sat Lias and Memi when everyone else was out, also helping them with homework and letting them sleep in his bed when nightmares happened. He loved his family and its when the murders and sabotages started happening did he choose Technoblade as his idol, to protect his family and seem intimating to whoever was doing the sabotages.

1: When the carriage finally stopped Cletus jumped out and faceplanted onto the ground, screaming about how he was finally free and away from all the awkward tension. Grievous, Jackie, and Isaac where all close behind, all having a similar reaction. While Watson, Charles, and Benjamin had a calmer reaction simply walking out and stretching. Ran was the last to get out, and he had to be dragged out by Watson, but he fought being dragged out. He grabbed the edges of the carriage and screamed while being forced out. Ranbob was calmer, and while jumping out he accidentally landed on Grievous, forcing his head back into the dirt, who then let out a muffled shout of alarm before immediately getting up and confronting a nervous and apologetic Ranbob.

3: He isn't the fastest at evaluating a situation, and needs ample time to make decisions. He also isnt the best at understanding emotions at times and sometimes needs a little push in a direction to understand. Also at points he gets into situations he doesnt know how to handle at all, at those times he almost shuts down with overwhelment, and the leadership tends to go to Benjamin for a while during it.

5: Their healing potions, so they work over time, slowly working with the body to heal and regenerate, so they take longer to fully work. Poitions work generally the same (ingredient wise), but theres more steps. For a potion of harming, first you crush up and gently mix in a spiders eye into a Awkward potion, then put it on the brewing stand for 10 minutes, then after the Poison potion is made, you get another spider eye and roll it in sugar cane until the general texture changes into a more wrinkly and powder like texture, then crush that up and mix it into the Poison potion, put it in the brewing stand for at least 30 minutes, then it makes a harming potion. The process its generally the same for all the rest of the potions, though it depends on ingredients and how long they must stand on the brewing stand.

7: I'll try doing that, thank you! Cause Grievous is a lil shit at times and encourages violence as long as its not against him. I know you probably expect a deep answer but thats purely the only reason Grievous encourages it. It depends on what was said to Jackie, if its something that deeply and emotionally hurts Jackie, than he'd likely discourage him, instead comforting him and convincing him if he attacked the person he'll just feel worse. But if its something he knows Jackie can handle, he'll encourage Jackie to beat em up.

8: Watson went almost everywhere, the only places he didn't go was The End, Mushroom Islands, Badlands, Ice Spikes, and Gravel Mountains (he saw them he just didn't wanna go in them), and thats because he never came across them or traveled there. He has a long bamboo that he uses to wack people over the head with when their being idiots, he has a framed nether star fragment that he found in a ruined and abandoned village (he doesnt know what it is he just knows its shiny and cool), he has some fur-lined outfits from the time spent in Tundras, and he has a book where he records locations of interesting formations he found and just a general record of stuff (how much food he has, the season, days until winter, when he should go on a supply run, etc). When Watson still lived as a kid in a village, he often went to watch the blacksmith (also the farmers, clerics, and others) and when he was old enough the blacksmith showed him how to make a multitude of weapons with different materials. And now he pushes the limits of what he's learned from that and over the years to make brand new weapons. And since I'm not sure if you where also asking about Ran, Ran only went to Plains, Covered Forest, Tundra, Savanna, and Tagia biomes. He has a dagger (specifically a Zorlin Shape dagger) that he took off of a hunter when he killed them, has parts of iron armour (shoulder and chest pieces, with the pieces that go on his shins), again some fur-lined clothes from his time in the Tundra, a selfbow, and also has a book similar to Watson's, but his has notes of potion affects,crafting recipes, mobs to avoid, etc. Visiting the nether is not common at all! Infact no vists it expect travelers or people who get hired to go in for potion ingredients and building supplies. Jackie does eventually give up painting, and instead picks up the hobby of annoying people and just training. It actually goes pretty well, there are rules put in place during it to protect them, but other than that its generally the same as the one played in our world. Jackie wants to vist those biomes because he thinks there cool, and thinks their good starting biomes to vist for a beginner adventure. Yep, Ran says its way to dangerous to go to the nether, especially with almost no one knowing how the nether works. Though actually Watson wants to bring the others into the nether, saying its a good learning experience and no one will learn how to survive if they dont go. Ran still agures its too dangerous though, citing the Piglins and Ghasts as evidence, but eventually, after much begging and negotiations, Ran agrees to let them go. They just need to listen to Ran and Watson teach them about the nether and follow everything they say to a T while in the nether.

9: Jackie screamed while being thrown, but after that and a bit of stunned silence, he jumped up and demanded for Ran to throw him again. So he enjoys being thrown, and sometimes he specifically requests to be thrown, so he can curl into a ball and slam into people like a goddamn canon ball. Porkius was also shocked into stunned silence, but after he saw Jackie get back up and demand to be thrown again, he just started bellowing in laughter, you could hear his laughter even echoing a bit outside of the Pit.

10: Then you may be happy to know, but I believe at the end I'll make it so after the brothers have fixed their relationship, their still being haunted by Dream, and eventually the decision gets made to go back to Mizu and face him. Where Dream has actually escaped (Due to a big group coming in, and him being able to convince them to take the Mask with them) so now they have to hunt him down. And when they finally find him you can bet someone (or multiple people) are going to punch him.

12: He does tell the fishermen about these thoughts once, but the fishermen sadly fail at comforting him and changing those thoughts, so he decides to keep it inside and suffer in quite. Though 2 people do see his suffering, Ran and Grievous. Grievous is debating if he should step in and ask what's wrong and if he can help, while Ran just watches (though he does feel some hurt watching his brother suffer, though he denies it).

13: They all had a blast there, Charles showed Jackie how to make flower crowns, then they went and made one for everyone else, Ran just laid in the grass and tried to relax, Ranbob eventually joined in with the flower crowns, Watson was telling Grievous all the meaning of flower colors and what certain flowers stand for, while Isaac and Cletus chased eachother around and eventually got Jackie, Grievous, and Watson involved in a game of chase. They did leave after a General battle, as that was one of the things they had to do for Porkius to approve of them leaving. Porkius still wants them back in less than 5 years, though they can take like a year or 2 longer max. Jackie is technically a general, though the general title he has is specifically only for the Pit matches and instead is more of a like final boss title.

14: Again its very much like a abusive relationship. Ranbob believes Dream has changed because of distant whispers from Dream (only happened while they still lived at the fishermen house which is kinda-close to Mizu) promising he has changed and he truly wants to help Ranbob, and saying how he can help Ranbob be of more use to the fishermen and since Dream did actually help Ranbob at first, he wants to believe him. But once they get futher away from Mizu, the whispers disappear, only rarely appearing in his dreams. Cletus doesn't really help, not because he doesnt care but more because he doesn't know how to help, he knows its a very delicate situation and saying or doing the wrong thing could hurt more than help, so he decided to play it safe. Charles tries to help, though he provides more physical help, like hugs to ground him or showing him how to breath again, while Benjamin and Isaac tackle the more internal issues and do so comfortingly and gently. Making it so Ranbob only notices their actually helping when he starts to do things on his own and no longer has such strong and often urges to return to Dream.

15: One night when Ranbob is off getting firewood and Ran is off checking surroundings to make sure its safe, the Hunters actually get into the camp and holds everyone at sword and bow point. Ran sees them when coming back and actually, though hesitantly, decides to wait for Ranbob to come back. And once Ranbob is back the two make a plan to rescue them, which goes mostly well. Ran gets shot in the stomach and Ranbob gets a sword through his arm, but other than that they do manage to rescue them. Watson jokingly says how they've finally made progress and that they can now work toghere without fighting now, Ran growls at this and storms away, denying it, but Ranbob just nervously shuffles and sits down, letting Charles tend to his wounds, as Jackie chases off after Ran to tend to his wounds. I really want them to stumble across the Wild West ruins and maybe The Masquerade ruins but im not sure how I'll get them to either.

1: Haha, ouch. Poor Ran. Nice backstory though. I can only imagine how he must have felt, coming across those. Does him choosing Techno have anything to do with him choosing to enter the Pit? Also how did Ranbob feel about killing his family? We’ve talked about the guilt about hurting Ran and stuff, but about the ones who weren’t as lucky to escape?

2: That sounds like...a scene. Funny, but probably not until a few days after it happened for the people who actually had to go through it.

3: Is Isaac the type to get overwhelmed easily? But very nice to see Benjamin helping out!

5: So basically just tossing some real life logic in there? Hmm, interesting.

7: Hope it helps! Nope, no deep answer. That’s about what I expected actually. Grievous has that energy, y’know? Also, very sweet of Ran to comfort Jackie. Does he ever get revenge on Jackie’s behalf? He doesn’t strike me as the type to let that go, especially if it actually hurt somebody he cared for. Him otherwise encouraging it..yeah, sounds about right. Gremlin children.

8: Sounds like he’s really been a lot of places! He must know a lot, huh? Also, he just...wack? Cause that’s kind of funny. He watched others beside the Blacksmith? Did he learn anything from them? Ran personally sounds very intimidating. Though if he has potion notes, does he often make them? Is there a particular reason Nether travel is no longer common? Also, would the gang ever happen to stumble across ruins from the time of the Smp? Cause that’d be kind of cool. Jackie’s new hobby sounds very nice, I hope he has fun doing it. How long does it take before Ran deems everyone ready for the Nether? And do the Fishermen also go through, or do they prefer to stick to safer grounds?

9: I bet the first time the fishermen saw that show they were surprised. And honestly, Porkius, I’d laugh too.

10: I am happy to know that! Well, not the escape bit, but the punching, for sure! You go, guys, punch that neon green slimeball!

12: Oh no. Does Grievous ever step in?

13: Sounds like they had a good time, I’m happy for them. And a final boss title? Is Jackie like a final boss? What differs between them fighting as the general, and as a typical gladiator?

14: Hm, that’s not good. What is good is that he’s getting away from Dream’s influence. Did that have anything to do with the group deciding to head to Subbin?

15: Well, progress is progress! Surely it’s a step in the right direction, right?

Also, not really a Brothers AU question, but as you may have noticed, I pinned a post of all the AUs on here, and I was wondering if you’d like me to put yours on there too. Obviously, I’d put it as yours. I wanted to earlier, but I figured it would be better to ask, so tell me your feelings on that.

#Brothers AU #dream smp #dream smp au #tales from mizu #ran #ranbob #watson #jackie #grievous #isaac #cletus #charles #benjamin

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Oddworld, Conar's Ambition, Chapter 2, Draft 1

[[Thanks to Tumblr updating the post length limit, I can finally put the full draft of Chapter 2 in one big post!]]

Slim was silent in line to Slugbite Motel. The chatter was hopefully decent cover; he didn’t need yet more attention after his outburst. If he kept his head down, he’d be fine, and wouldn’t get any more surplus bruises on top of the regular workday bruises.

He heard chatter all around him, gossip from other Slog Huts, Splinterz, and Flub Fuels.

“Management must be pissed, what with -”

“I can’t believe what Skrag did to me! What got into-”

“- hear about FeeCo?”

“We’re gonna be settin’ some electric fences up tomorrow, anyone know about -”

“ – say Abe’s got to Necrum –“

“ -Sligs must be worried if Abe’s getting’ to their place –“

Any talk of Abe was, of course, in whispers. No one believed him to be a terrorist, really, but everyone knew better than to celebrate. Well, everyone but him, apparently, but still. Slig forces were already pretty antsy right now, and there were cameras everywhere. Besides, it was a long day full of more abuse than normal. Everyone was just ready for bed, so to speak. Sure, it was less a bed and more a closet with a dirt floor and next to no elbow room, but it was a place to sleep, nonetheless.

It was almost his turn in the queue. Slim dug in his pouch for his meal ticket. With any luck, he’d get half a Scrabcake with the somewhat edible slop they served here. He presented the ticket to the Slig clerk Jeandis. Jeandis took one look, rolled his eyes from under his visor, and then slammed the counter to his left, deepening the indentation next to the bell. A Mudokon, wearing a light brown cap with deep red stripes and a similarly-colored loincloth, emerged from the back door, carrying a tray of gruel with him.

The tray had no trace of Scrabcakes, sadly, but it did come with a small can of that drink everyone was talking about – Soulstorm Brew. The green can with that nondescript Glukkon’s face on it was an interesting look, at least, and the somewhat sickly Mudokon in those commercials did look exceedingly happy when Director Phleg gave him a crate of the stuff, as if it was sorely-needed medicine. Slim even saw the server longingly stare at the can he had to give him.

“On the house… buddy,” Jeandis said, his line carefully rehearsed. “You saw the commercials; it’s a freebie!”

“Um, okay, thanks.”

Slim took his dinner tray and a plastic spoon over to find a seat that was open; this was no small feat in a Slugbite Motel. Many Mudokons had long since given up on the prospect, instead sitting on the floor against any given wall. He noticed how everyone was given similar cans of Brew, and a lot of the chatter he came across was already shifting from the recent Abe scare to the Oddsend the new drink was.

He walked through the throngs of fellow Scrubs, the smell of Brew filling the air. It was very strange; a tangy aroma that was also somehow familiar. The chatter grew louder and more animated as time went on, and even Slim was feeling a little less tired from the fumes and infectious cheer.

Still, it was a long day, so he still prepared to just sit down and eat. He found a place next to Ben, and dug in. Well, as much as you could dig in with whatever this was. Some said those were fruit chunks mixed in with the goop, some said they were Elum Chubs, but one thing for certain was they were undercooked. It was well known that this was the least of dinner’s concerns, sadly.

Slim took a few shaky scoops, doing his best to forget the words “gag reflex”. He was able to swallow the muck as usual, but he found himself coughing; it felt like he was eating sawdust under the slimy texture!

“Yeah,” Ben said, sympathetically, “Jeandis’ Special really sucks today, doesn’t it?”

“WHO SAID THAT?!” demanded Jeandis, so loud that everyone on the other side of the cafeteria could clearly hear the greenish-yellow Slig. The din died down as a furious head chef stomped over to the wall where the sound came from. There were at least ten cowering Scrubs under his wrathful glare, and they were all pointing grey or green fingers at each other.

“This is more than you deserve, ya miserable Chippunks! You oughta know I could—Eh?”

He was interrupted by frantic whispers from the server Mudokon, who was quick to rush up to his boss. He lowered his fist, slowly, and his face-tentacles sagged.

“…You oughta know…er…I could getcha another can of Brew to…wash it down…?”

Nine out of ten Mudokons were nodding enthusiastically, and the Scrubs at the surrounding tables cheered.

“Shut up and get in line again if you want another round!”

Almost all the Mudokons immediately shot up and sprinted into line. Some of them trembled excitedly while they waited.

Slim had never seen the cafeteria so alive or enthusiastic before. This Soulstorm Brew stuff must have one hell of a kick. If he drank it now, he’d probably be up all night. Best to save this stuff for when he needed it – no need to come to work tired tomorrow.

Besides, if all else failed, he had a bartering tool now.

With this in mind, he tucked the can he had into his pouch. It wouldn’t be the first time he had to sleep with a dry throat; he knew better than to ask Jeandis for anything else to drink.

His body still ached, and it had been a long day on top of that, so while Jeandis was occupied with his sudden fame, Slim quietly ate up the rest of his “meal” and left. With the “first come, first served” policy of getting a room for the night, he was able to get one right by the cafeteria for once. He might even be able to get breakfast tomorrow!

He dug in his pouch for his ID, and a quick scan gave him the room for the night. As the door closed behind him, it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the windowless closet. When he did, he could see all kinds of scratchings on the wall. Short complaints about bosses and a variety of tally marks filled most of it, but there were some other things. There was the occasional crude drawing of a bird, which gave Slim nostalgia over something he never experienced. There were conversations between anonymous Mudokons, about the latest gossip, concerns, and anything else. It was comforting; they watched out for each other and kept each other informed even when they didn’t really know each other.

With his nightly reading done, Slim slumped down to the ground. The dirt here was cool, but nothing he wasn’t used to. With any luck, he wouldn’t wake up to Bolamites crawling over him, but that was a problem for future him. Present him just had to be absorbed by the soft earth, and dream of a better workday, one where Abe saved him from this miserable job and blew up the Slog Hut.

It was all he could do, really.

* * *

It wasn’t even five minutes before he felt a cold breeze, and the light of the hallway made him squeeze his eyes shut more before sitting up. A hand went up to shield his vision, but he was still blinded for a moment while he tried to make out the silhouette. A Slig, for sure, but that hardly narrowed it down. The Pants were pretty basic, being two robotic legs attached to a large ball. However, the giveaway was the mask that obscured this particular guard’s face. It was one of the older visors, like some Sligs still wore, with a single long visor. However, this one covered his scalp, forming an ugly black helmet rather than just a scary red visor. Only Conar had that version, but what was he doing here of all places?

Well, it couldn’t be anything good. Slim shuddered, wondering what he’d have to apologize for to get a manager from work to find him in this motel. But… no beating or gunfire came his way. In fact, Conar looked taken aback. He wasn’t aiming his Blunderbuss anywhere in particular, and his head kept turning either way, as if he wasn’t supposed to be here.

“Well, whaddaya know, Slim,” he said, after a moment. “Funny I’d run into you here…”

Slim blinked, lowering his hands, but remaining where he was.

“So, uh... you wanna get outta shoveling Slog crap?”

Slim opened his mouth to answer, but Conar grabbed his arm, so the Scrub’s confused questions were interrupted by his own yelp.

“Time’s up!” Conar said, hearing the chatter die down in the cafeteria. “We’re leavin’!”

“Oh-okay…”

“And you’re gonna shut yer yap! We ain’t supposed to be doing this, you know!”

With that, the two of them silently beat feet away from the hubbub of the mess hall, kicking up a lot of dirt on their way.

The hall separated into two different ways at the end. Conar knew that to the left was the back door he came from, and was going to drag Slim with him. But Slim had other ideas, nearly pulling Conar out of his Pants as he pulled them both to the right.

Conar adjusted his seat so he could run properly again, then struggled to get out of Slim’s grip.

“What the hell?!” he protested, before realization struck, and he quieted down. “The back way’s the otherhall!”

“Where do you think most’f the Sligs are?” Slim harshly whispered. “Seen at least four Mudokons try that, and they never make it to the parking lot!”

“Oh, and the front door’sgonna be much better? Hah!”

“Dunno,” Slim shrugged. “No one’s tried it.”

Conar was about to say something pretty snippy, but he saw they were close to the lobby. The pair stopped just short, and Conar looked ahead. There wasn’t much to see, past the dozens of bored Mudokons waiting in line to be checked in by a very bored Glukkon receptionist, complete with a very bored Slig there to type the guests’ numbers in.

No one was looking their way, so Conar motioned for Slim to follow, and the two of them walked towards the other exit. They made it about halfway through before the Pud looked up.

“Where do ya think you’re goin?!”

“Ah…” Conar started, before regaining his composure. “Y’see, he was volunteered to work overtime tonight! Just came here to pick ‘im up!”

The Glukkon rose to his full height, which would have been impressive if he had shoulder pads or any non-plaid clothing. His assistant also rose, clicking a pen as violently as one could manage. Both Conar and Slim hunched a little, preparing to put their hands over their heads.

The receptionists walked over, sneering. The Mudokons in the queue muttered, some talking about the scene, others complaining about this new delay between them and dinner.

The Glukkon leaned close, so close Conar could almost read the miniscule nametag.

“We have procedures for this, you know! Guests –“ he said the word like most would say “slurg”, “—are to be signed out before leaving the premises!”

Slim blinked. It was hard to tell if Conar did the same.

“Yeah, er…” Conar said, rubbing his head. “Sorry, sir. I thought you wanted ‘im in line, too.”

“And risk the liability?” the receptionist exclaimed. “No, we have registration protocol for a reason!You security and your..your… unprofessionalism!”

His assistant merely gave Conar a look of resignation before marching back to check the Mudokons in.

“If we were to mix the lines like that, our quotas would go kaput! And this is a fine establishment!”

Conar chose not to bring up the dirt floor or the mold-eaten wallpaper. He was already debating whether or not this endeavor was worth it. Zoning out and wondering about that was far easier than listening to this chump.

“…My brothers and I… investors….”

Conar nodded along, thinking about the future, and the riches that would be in store for him. Maybe he could force Zeb to work for him. Of course, something like that would come after a little bit of begging for mercy. But what to spend the well-earned Moolah on? Maybe he’d get himself a nice, classy suit, with premium Slig Pants, armor, and a nice, big gun with all the works…

“…So, I’d really appreciate it if you’d show some class and go to the other desk!”

“Yes, sir!” Conar nodded, moving over to the empty desk. The Glukkon waddled over to the other side, and started controlling some machinery with his shoes.

“Name?”

“Slim.”

Tap, tap, tap.

“…Not found in our records.”

“Can’t you just add ‘im?”

“We just went over this! There are procedures! It will not be as simple as your mind! I can’t just add a Mudokon who is already in the--”

As Conar prepared to sigh, Slim stepped forward.

“Sorry sir,” he said, putting on his best Gluk-pleasing face (that is, a weak smile politely begging for mercy), “He must not’ve read my ID. Do you need my number?”

The receptionist laughed, looking down at Conar while nodding. He kept chuckling at the absurdity of this Slig’s ineptitude as he worked the pedals, searching for Slim by number. He finally stopped adding to Conar’s humiliation, catching his breath while reading what came onto his black-and-white monitor.

“Right, right, you’re all set to leave. Can’t be too careful this day and age, with all those escapees… Anyway, give him a few corporate-approved smacks to keep him in line, would you?”

Connar nodded, a little too hastily. After a moment to ensure no signature or receipt was needed, he turned and poked Slim with his blunderbuss.

“Alright, get movin’. We’re goin’ to work, now!”

Conar couldn’t believe it; he was expecting a tense escape, maybe an amazing shootout. But no; he was walking through the front door, with a Mudokon openly in tow. He even waved at a couple of the guards on his way out. He looked up at Slim, who kept himself hunched and shivering in a clearly practiced manner. The two of them marched in silence for a while, with Conar occasionally tapping the muzzle of his gun against Slim’s back for effect.

“You’re welcome,” Slim finally said, once they were closer to the Slog Huts again, and well out of earshot.

“What, you expectin’ thanks?” Conar asked, laughing at the audacity. “I was the one bustin’ ya out, y’know!”

Slim gave a smug grin, leaning against the wall as he did so.

“Oh, really? You go out the back with a Mudokon like you wanted, they’d be throwing your lead-filled ass into the recycler faster than you can say—”

He tried making that noise he heard many Sligs shout, but it sounded more like his lungs were playing tug-of-war.

“Yeah, well, you seemed pretty comfy in that filthy closet.”

“Ha, yeah, thanks,” Slim laughed, looking around for a moment. “So uh, why didja get me out of there anyway?”

“Right, yeah,” Conar said, clearing his throat. “So, you’re gonna help me take Zeb down a peg. If that Abe guy can take down RuptureFarms, I figure you can help me get his Moolah and ruin ‘im!”

Slim’s smile faded, and he looked at Conar like the Slig grew legs on the spot.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Nah,” Conar shook his head. “This should be easy; we go in, hold ‘im at gunpoint, and—”

“And just how,” Slim asked, leaning forward until he was face to face with Conar, “do you expect us to ‘go in’? Do you even know where his office is?”

Conar’s smug grin faltered.

“Eh--? I…”

“To say nothin’ about the security he’s probably got! You got the news just like I did; they’re scared. They probably got security tighter than Jeandis’ skull there! Didja think any of this—”

He was cut off by a blunderbuss muzzle under his chin. So it was going to be certain death or immediate death, he saw.

“…G-got it. So, what’s the plan, boss?”

#oddworld #oddworld conar's ambition #oddworld fic #chapter 2 #draft 1 #oddworld conars ambition full chapter

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Angel in disguise

Chapter 1: Settling in

AN: The first few chapters will take place before the USJ attack, so the dorms aren’t implement yet. i hope yall enjoy chapter one of aid. feel free to talk to me about it too!!

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Passing buildings and roaring cars filled you with excitement, your heart racing as you daydreamed of your classes and what its like on campus. Kyoka taps your shoulder lightly, careful not to startle you out of your thoughts. You turn to your now host sister “yes Kyoka?” You tilted your head in curiosity

“Are you excited?” Her voice soft as she tucks a strand of loose hair behind her ear, her onyx eyes looking over your expression.

“Very!! I cant wait to see my class and get to know everyone! It sucks that we aren't in the same class.” You voice cheerful but it wavers at the end. You really hope to have at least one class with her, you might be excited but a familiar face would be nice to have.

A gentle chuckle from the front seat from mika as she turned around “remember (y/n) there are other classes besides hero and support, so im sure youll have a class together. So don't worry too much dear.”

“Hopefully, someone to hang out with other than the boys!” Kyoka groaned as she rubs her face as her phone chimed

“The boys?” You questioned but before she could answer, the car was pulled to a stop, ‘home already?!’ Your thoughts echoed as you mindlessly unbuckle your seatbelt. The home in front of you wasn't huge but it was perfect in your eyes

“Kyotoku! Help me out with (y/n) things!”

You didn't even realize that you were the last one still in the vehicle, as you step out of the car you turn to the back end of the car, watching mika and kyotoku pull your luggage from the trunk. The sticker covered bags rolling against the ground, passing you “hey kiddo? You off in dream land?” Kyotoku waved a hand with a chuckle, placing his hand on your hair “come on we are gonna rockin time!!”

Mika unlocks the door, guiding the family inside. As you enter the scent of lilac hits your nose it’s calming, once again your spaced out as you take in your new home until graduation.

The exchange program was a long term deal between schools, a support hero for a support hero. You have a wonderful talent of inventing new tech for the pros! Its just you lack the confidence boost you desperately need, hopefully this is it.

Kyoka placed a gloved hand on your shoulder as she nods to her parents “come on, we will show you to your room” you both begin to walk “i know its like 5am but we have to be at school by 8am, so try to sneak in some sleep.” She nudged you playfully as the four of you reached the room.

Blank cream walls with hardwood floors decorated with a full size bed in the middle in front of a window. “Feel free to go all out in this room, it is yours after all. Make yourself at home kiddo” Kyotoku ruffles your hair as he exits the room after setting the luggage down. Mika smiled a motherly smile towards you “Get some rest before school” simple yet warmly mika said as she exits the room to join her husband in the other room

“I'll wake you up 30 minutes before we leave, sleep well” Kyoka yawned as she sat down the last item of yours and left the room to go sleep in her own bed.

Your body, exhausted from the long trip, as soon as your head hits the pillow; your heavy eyelids shut and you drifted off into a blissful sleep.

At your old school you were one of the top support students, always making amazing support items. Always something new in the works, even when it blew up in your face you would alway huff, but your father would never let you bring yourself down. He always said, “Look angelwings, things wont improve if you sit and sulk, dont let failure scare you, okay? Let your failure be your inspiration to improve.”

Remembering it like it was yesterday when you made your first successful item for your medic mother, a medical clipin that could record a patient's vitals. That was what got you noticed by UA. The nursing industry suggested you to UA because they all believed you had a gift! So here you are, in japan, for the rest of the school life.

Knock

“(y/n) its time to get up, we have to go if we want to catch the bus!” Kyoka called from the other side of the door. The cracks in the blinds allowed inkling of the morning golden rays to dribble in the room, filling it with warmth.

Pushing yourself up from the short slumber made you groan as your host sister pushed the door open. “Rise and shine, i have your uniform, ill lay it on the bed. Mom has breakfast ready for us.. So um, just get ready and come down when your ready” she muttered softly as she laid the outfit down onto your bed.

With heavy feathers you stretch your wings up and back, releasing any tension within the joints. Luckily the uniform has wing slits for you. You fought with the undershirt for a good minute, a victorious “AHAH!!” bounced off the walls of your room. Finally with you dressed the part you make your way downstairs.

The smell of gohan, eggs and tsukemono filled your nose, Your feet moved faster than your stomach. “Good Morning sweetheart, I made a togo breakfast and alittle extra for lunch, since your money hasn’t transferred quite yet. But im sure kyoka wouldnt mind sharing lunch with you, right hun?” Mika hummed as she finished the bento box, handing both boxes to the two of you. Kyoka nods “Oh! Of course… it's the others i'm worried about..” She muttered as her earphone jacks poke together nervously.

Mika smiled, rolling her eyes softly as she ushered you both out the door “hurry up or you'll miss the bus to school.'' Kyoka takes both bentos, holding them as she leads you to the end of the street where the bus stop stood.

“Okay, so before we get to school, you might run into some of my friends. I know at lunch you will meet them but just to name the main few. You have Yayo-momo, Uraraka, and mina for a few females.” The bus arrives and you both board, taking a seat together, bento boxes in the respectful lap. “Now for the boys, you have kaminari, kirishima, sero and bakugou. Watch out on bakugou. He is kinda a hot head.” You giggle at her statement acknowledging the information. “But you might not see everyone I just mentioned, due to you being in class 1-F.” With quiet nod silence fell between you and your sister. You watched the small countryside city skated by in a blurr.

After a short while, the bus came to a gentle stop at the UA entrance. Kyoka stood up, and you followed her motions holding on gentle to the back of her book bag. You were nervous and scared of the new school, as any new kid would. As you both exit the bus, Nezu stands on top of Power Loader’s helmet waving to you both .

“Ah! Good Morning jiro and (L/n)!! I hope you had a wonderful flight! It's a pleasure to finally you! As you know i'm principal Nezu! And this man” he pats the metal hat with his paws “Is Power Loader! He will be your teacher from here on out!!” Power loader gave a sincere smile as and held out a sheet of paper “this is the school map, incase you ever get lost.” You smile as you take the paper from the teacher and giving it a once over before looking among the sea of kids outside.

The echoes of laughter and talking rang in your ears, Kyoka smiled as a blonde male waved to to her excitedly amongst the small group of people he stood with: a spiky red hair boy, whose teeth were sharps like a sharks, a oil slick of black hair on a taller male of the group, a female whose skin was bubblegum pink with matching curly pink locks of hair and finally standing next to the yellow haired male was another blonde

Time seemed to stand still, the leaves stopped in time, freezing in mid air. A breath caught in your throat as a set of deep cherry red orbs locked to your brilliantly warm (e/c). It was like a rush of emotions had hit you in the chest like a baseball that had been hit in a homerun. You looked on as kyoka left your side to join the small group. It was like the world was white and the only thing you saw was the blonde male. The feathers in your wings ruffled out trying to cool yourself down from this new found heat, that wasn't the sun. Soon the unknowing staring contest was cut short.

“(L/N) are you ready to get your day started?” Power loader asked, waving a hand in front of your face, snapping you from your gaze. “Um, Y-yeah” you stumbled your words and tried to look again for the male. But he was nowhere to be seen in the flood of kids entering the school.

Who was that male? Why are his eyes so beautiful? Maybe you will see him again. Kyoka did run to his group. NO no distractions!!

#my hero academy fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #bakugou imagine #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #slow burner #angel in disguise #katsuki bakugo x reader

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delimeful · 4 years

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First time they saw Patton cuddling with Virgil? (Like y’know the energy thing maybe?) Or Virgil protecting the three of them from some other alien?

Okay, now that Making Adjustments is out in full, I’m posting all the asks that inspired me for certain parts or even just to continue writing! Thank you to everyone who sent in ideas/what they wanted to see/theories, I really appreciate it! All asks under the cut!

@ironwoman359 said: I’d be really interested to read about what the first week or two aboard the ship with all four of them was like. I’m sure it was a big adjustment for all of them, and it’d be really cool to see!

@skeletonsloverockcandy said: WINBAR prompt - Virgil’s first night on the ship, is not with Patton, and gets a nightmare. Logan finds him and Virgil has to explain his nightmare/dreams

@the-princey-pie said: Logan mentioned that Virgil would probbaly have trouble fitting through the space ship doors. Now I really want to see Vorgil stepping into their spaceship the first time/navigating it for the first few weeks.

@indigomasquerade97 said: WIBAR prompt. Virgil is Stitch from Lilo and Stitch. You know the scene I’m talking about! ;) Roman is still freaked out with the idea of having a human on board, and one night (maybe on patrol, since he is still jittery from loosing Patton and doesn’t want to loose him - or Logan - again) and he gets freaked out by the nocturnal human suddenly being in the room? IDK

Anonymous said: So. I was wondering for the WIBAR prompts, what was Virgil’s first night on the ship like? How did Roman and Logan act towards him? And is he worried that his relationship with Patton is going to change now that he’s back with his family? Sorry if this is a lot…

Anonymous said: WIBAR prompt idea: Food! Since food is often culturally connected for humans, would it be the same for our alien friends? And if they have any, from Virgil’s pov., strange food items etc. Would be interesting to see considering they are all from such different species. :D

@justanotherpurplebutterfly said: WIBAR: did Patton tell his crewmates how to interpret Virgil’s body language? Did they figure it out for themselves? Did they struggle to remember when they saw him smile or stretch (and make himself big) or something?

Anonymous said: I would love to see some V POV or adjustment period/cultural differences! (particularly L/R’s reactions to V smiling, differences in diet/hunting styles, what V considers a threat vs. what LMP consider threats… anything that highlights the deathworlder in Virg! (Space Australia is like my fav thing that came out of tumblr)) also maybe some more of L/R’s thoughts on Patton befriending a space boogieman?? I really really love this au! :)

Anonymous said: OoOOooh okay how about,, Virgil’s POV as they head back to Roman and Logan’s ship and get on, (and maybe if he doesn’t know the species Logan and Roman are he could ask? That seems the easiest way for us to learn more about the boys without it being too awkwardly shoved in) and V’s probably awkward because he doesn’t know Lo and Ro and Ro’s openly hostile and he wasn’t expecting to go along with them and idk you decide. Also :DD wibar’s not done yet!! Tysm; I’m really enjoying it!

@bishopriecke said: Okay, so I’ve got a couple prompts so I’ll send them separately in case that’s how you’d wanted them? The story is absolutely adorable and it made me think of the sleeping habits back on the ship. There’s space for Virgil, but will Pat gravitate to sleeping with him, since it was such a comfort and Virgil only gets sleepy if he snags energy during cuddles? If he’s tired/virgil’s stressing over something will he wander over to where Virgil is chilling and settle in his lap? How’s Ro&Lo react?

@bumblebeekitten said: Do any of the others attempt to learn Virgil’s language? Or maybe Virgil quietly tries to dispel some of the more hurtful rumors about ‘deathworlder humans’?

Anonymous said: What would wibar Roman and Logan do if they couldn’t find Patton? Would they assume Virgil had done something?

Anonymous said: While waiting for more WIBAR, I keep re-reading everything (Act 1, Intermission, all the world building asks). Right now, I just want to plead with Patton to go find Virgil as he needs comfort, to calmly tell Logan that I don’t blame him, and to hiss at Roman that, while he has had bad experiences and that is valid, he needs to be nicer. Granted, a reaction like that from a human fan-nut probably wouldn’t help Virgil’s case… but he needs a hug so much right now!

Anonymous said: i’m thinking there’s lots of potential for hurt/comfort with this chapter. Virgil’s obviously panicking so i reckon he’s gonna have to try and convince himself that he can trust Patton if not the others. i feel like virgil still wont trust the others but they’ll get to see that he’s not always this big, strong deathworlder and he gets scared just like them. he’s been traumatised and he cares for Patt a lot and theyll try to understand eachother better and hopefully become friends/gain some trust

Anonymous said: that is very much wishful think and a need for my boys to be happy though haha. soz, that probably wasnt very helpful for writing but thats just something i’d like to see happen but i KNOW that whatever you end up writing is gonna be fabulous (ran out of room on my last ask and couldnt even sign it, whoops)

@justanotherpurplebutterfly said: I’m mainly really curious how Roman will react. If he has even have as big of an imagination as buobba Roman then he will probably interpret Virgil’s outburst as a violent attack and try to frame him as a danger they shouldn’t keep on the ship. However if he was able to detect Virgil’s fear then this might be the first step of them growing closer. Idk which I like better, because on one hand I want them to to get along and witness wacky human things in an amicable atmosphere, but on the other hand, misunderstandings are soooo good!!!! Most of all I want Virgil to get a hug though. Poor boy deserves one. I don’t care with who it is, although I suspect it will be Patton because no way the other ones trust Virgil enough and vice versa.

@yalltookmyurlideas said: Haha wibar fears? There are,,, so many. My main fear is that Roman will misinterpret Virgil’s panic to mean he’s hiding something and not see it for the panic and fear it is.

Anonymous said: I was thinking about for WIBAR, are we going to find out more about Virgils life on Earth? Is there angst there or is it irrelevant? Also would Logan and Roman go after Virgil themselves so as not to worry Pat or would they realise this was a situation they couldn’t solve? OR does Roman think V is attacking them and goes to hurt him? Sorry long ask but I’m excited for the chapter 😅😅🥰🥰

Anonymous said: Ayyy super late gang, barely got a hour of sleep bc anxiety/nightmares so yeehaw. I guess for WIBAR, the most essential thing to consider is how you want Making Adjustments to sorta add onto its characters & how they interact. Idk that ofc, but I think the situation is going to resolve into a ‘im only human’ (the irony) kinda situation and the crew (maybe minus patton??) only /starting/ to grasp the human is a bunch of damaged goods who is lowkey more scared of them than they are of he (½)

Anonymous said: (2/2) how i see the situation going down? Depends who finds him. If it’s Pat, he could sing him clam like in the cell. If its Roman or Logan, odds are Virgil’s gonna b scared & his response will be to Fight or Freeze, as he already did the Flight option. Virgil reacting like a cornered animal would be terrifying Ro and Lo. (Also Ro and Lo going to wake up Pat for Human Help has the same vibes of a child waking up their parents to tell them they puked lmao)

@killerfangirl3 said: After where you left last chapter, I am 100% terrified Roman will find Virgil before Patton and cause real danger to everyone. After all Virgil is flooded with adrenaline right now and he barely knows how his strength affects the metal? of the ship as it is. The sudden increase in strength if he was attempting to defend himself could cause him to put a hole in the ship.

@hotchocolatehugs said: Oh! Also, would Virgil calm down if Patton found him, or would it just make him worse/more crazed? I dunno about his state of mind, but if I were in his position I would probably be acting aggressively to anyone who came in. Do aliens have hot chocolate or tea, or some equivalent drink? Because I think Virge needs a calming drink. (sorry if this is too much!)

Anonymous said: I saw your latest post and all I could think about is Virgil stuck on the appliance, really high up and close to the ceiling unseen while he sees Roman and Logan below. Maybe a bit of a language barrier while they say some words that Virgil may not no yet and jumping to conclusions and filling in the blanks in the sentences

Anonymous said: I’m afraid that In WIBAR, Roman may keep Pat from going to find and comfort Virgil and just…leave him up there

@katelynn-a-fan said: Mission impossible theme while looking for Virgil. Too short can’t see Virgil on top appliance. Mission impossible theme continues and fades into the distance. (That’s all I got)

Anonymous said: WIBAR suggestions/predictions/fears: I worry about Roman or Logan finding Virgil before Patton - Roman because I don’t think he will be understanding about how afraid Virgil is; Logan because I think that would scare Virgil more. He might break out of his flight stage into fight, and that could make them fear him more. But, while worry about this scenario, maybe it would be for the best. Maybe one or both need to find him at a low to see that he isn’t a monster, just scared.

@enby-phoenix said:

OK so wibar thoughts! I’m a little concerned that Roman will think that Virgil was genuinely trying to attack him with that chair and also probably trying to hurt Logan, and he’s gonna get upsetti. I also think that the way they figure out what’s made Virgil go all fight or flight will probably involve Logan doing the memory share thing, but it’ll take them a bit to get close enough without Virgil threatening to bite Logan’s hands off.

Also PLEASE let my boy eat a full meal and get some proper sleep!

I would also love to see Virgil curled around Patton protectively but everyone knows that it’s Patton who’s making Virgil feel safe.

Another prediction is that Logan, realizing that SOMETHING bad just happened, and knowing that all his information on humans seems to be incorrect or at least not apply to this one, will go to Patton for advice on what to do regarding Virgil’s sudden change of behavior, and how to calm him down again. Cause Patton is the resident expert on Virgil.

I also imagine that Logan might keep his note taking to himself again for a bit, until Virgil believes that he’s not the bad kind of scientist.

I love that Virgil climbed on top of the tallest thing he could find, and I imagine that if it’s above everyone else’s usual eyelines, they each walk past him multiple times while they’re worriedly searching the ship for him.

I’m mostly imagining Virgil clinging to Patton like a lifeline and the other two aliens worrying for their tiny friend but Patton knows that Virgil is just scared and sings him the “calm down baby it’s okay I’m here” hatchling soothing song until Virgil calms down a little, and then still staying with him while explanations are had. They do not come out of the small space on top of the tallest appliance and Roman doesn’t like that but he’ll deal.

Now that I’m thinking about it more, one of the best ways for Logan to gain (at least a little bit of) Virgil’s trust would be for Virgil to see his honest reaction to what the other scientists did to him. Cause based on what I know of Logan, he would be horrified. And that might help Virgil to realize that Logan ISN’T LIKE those other scientists.

Anonymous said: *gets out the defibrillator to help kickstart the creative juices* At this point Virgil is running on fumes and when the trio find him Patton tries to comfort him. But he’s too stressed and feels betrayed and there’s just too much inner turmoil for him to hold back so he finally breaks down in front of them. Perhaps it’s not Patton that manages to calm him down, but Roman who finally recognizes him as a traumatized person rather than “just an evil human” :D

@enby-phoenix said: tbh Virgil probably hisses at either Logan or Roman at some point and it makes them nervous and confused.

Anonymous said: Roman forcing Virgil down from his hiding spot. 'Blade’ to his neck and tying him to a chair. Virgil thinking that he shouldn’t have run and that they are going to be even angrier at him now, ergo more painful experiments. Begging to be put under for the cutting away and to please don’t get mad at Patton (just in case Patton was trying to be a good friend).

Anonymous said: Suggestion for WIBAR - Roman goes looking for Virgil, all ready for a confrontation. But, when he finds him, Virgil unknowingly makes some sort of gesture that means fear/terror to Roman’s people and he stops and evaluates the situation with clearer eyes. This gives Patton/Logan/both a chance to get there.

Anonymous said: Can we get somr wibar fluff/angst?

Anonymous said: I’m just waiting for WIBAR Virgil to just pass out and the panic of everyone that sees him. Or Roman threatening him or Logan goes to touch him and BAM he’s on the floor!

Anonymous said: Stuff for WIBAR: 1: who’s gonna find Virgil? 2: what’re they gonna do with him? 3: how’s he gonna react? – Options: Patton: tries to comfort him Virgil: can’t decide whether to trust or not, maybe leading to emotional outburst and sad PatPat – Logan: scared cuz danger goblin had an outburst at him. Wondering what he did wrong & how to best proceed Virgil: 'he’s gonna do tests on me’ fight or flight – Roman: 'so, if you hurt my friends imma hurt you’ Virgil: fight or flight – ½

Anonymous said: 2/2 Of course those aren’t the only options, but it was fun for me, and I hope it got creative juices flowing for you as well. I love all your writing, and I want you to know that you can take as long as you need to be proud of your work. It’s okay. And take care of yourself too! You can’t make as good of work when you aren’t feeling as good as usual

#asks #wibar #assistance asks #long post #read more please work :(

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write-tingss · 4 years

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Jeff Atkins

(mini story) but if y'all want more I will continue it.

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You were childhood friends with Clay and lived next door, you were transferring to Liberty and that's when you catch the eye of one Jeff Atkins.

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Clay and I have always been friends since as far as I can remember, we started loosing touch around the time we started different middle schools. we were still neighbors but school, sports, new friends it all got in the way. we would talk occasionally until it got to the point of just acknowledgment. Recently I found out that I will be switching schools to liberty high, I thought I would reach out to clay and hopefully have my friend back and a friend once I walk through the new halls. I went outside to see clay walking down the street with a brunette girl. “hey Jensen, Jensens girlfriend ?” ��we’re just,,,,friends Y/N” he seems so flustered it seemed so hard not to laugh. “im Y/N, clays best friend.” I extended my hand to the girl who called herself Hannah. Clay was quietly standing there while Hannah and I did all the talking. “so looks like i’ll be starting liberty with you guys this year.” Hannah seemed relieved by my statement as she was quick to respond with a jokingly sigh “great I won't be the only new girl after all.” After she said that I felt my body loosing tension knowing that I wouldn't be completely alone. after some more talking Clay took Hannah home. I was getting ready for bed when a scrawny pale boy barged into my room, “ReALLy Y/N?! my best friend? we haven't talked since middle school and how could you not tell me you were coming to Liberty until right now today?! Why are you even coming to my school anyway I thought you loved it at your new school with your new friends” I sat next to clay on the bed “you know I’d like to rather not get into it, but know this Clay you have always been my best friend and you'll always be my family but I understand if you don't want me going to your school, I have no choice over that but I will leave you and Hannah alone.” “oh shit im really sorry I didn't know it was that bad.” I didn't even need to give him the details and he already knew it was serious, he sat up and put an arm around me. “don't worry, you're my best friend of course I want you around.”

It had already been a couple of days of starting Liberty and I love it here, Hannah and I are joined at the hip and tho it may make clay jealous or uncomfortable or weird out or whatever I don't mind, im happy. I walked into the library to see clay tutoring a friend, a handsome friend, “hey Jensen you need a ride after school or are you gonna ride your bike? Hannah and I are going to the Mall before her shift so I really need to know. How rude of me, hi im Y/N.” I extended a hand out to Jeff and he shook my hand a tad longer than normal but I didn't mind. “ill take my bike, now can you leave we are doing something important here.” Clay said a tad more annoyed than I'd like but I got up and was on my way out after waving goodbye to the boys. “it was really nice meeting you.” I could hear Jeff say as I walked off.

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Jeff POV:

It was already hard to concentrate on what clay was saying, guess that's why I need tutoring, it instantly got harder once she walked in the library. It was like one of those movies where everything goes in slow motion as the hot character walks over to the main character, holy shit she is walking over here....and right up to Jensen? “No, you're not rude at all, its nice to meet you, im Jeff.” I didn't want to let go of her hand, that is until clay started to yell at her and with that she left with her answer. “it was really nice meeting you.” I yelled out and got some shushes but it was worth it to see her look back with a smile and wiggle her cute fingers. Clay on the other hand not so cute face, looked like he ate something sour. “ sorry about that, we've know each other since we were in diapers, she's like my annoying little sister the only difference is I can go to my own house when she gets too much.” he laughed a little too hard at that one. “I don't know clay she seems pretty cool, you shouldn't have yelled at her maybe she would've stayed longer,” again a sour look arose “ ugh that's the point, I didnt want her staying longer, anyways we have more important things to talk about if you want to pass your test, come on man.” we went back to the books but all could think about was Y/N and how was this there first time I've seen her. “hey how come I've never seen her before?” “because she's new, now focus.” “im serious man like what's her story?”

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Hannah and I were trying to find the perfect outfit for some party this weekend, that's the thing about Liberty High there is probably a party every weekend. “so just tell your parents that's your sleeping over at my house, if clay goes he can be the DD and my parents work so much they value their sleep so the won't be awake when we get back.” I kept talking as Hannah kept looking with such persistence “I've never seen you this picky over clothes what's gotten into you Han?” “ I just really want to look good tonight is all,” “ooohhh is it boy? girl? Jensen perhaps ?” “its....someone..” she smiled and went to try on this super cute yet mature blue dress.

we were in my room getting dressed when I got a text from clay saying he was already there. Hannah ditched the cute dress to go with something more casual and laid back. I went with a tee shirt dress and some white sneakers. We parked the car and made it half way past the lawn before getting intercepted by one Justin Foley accompanied by a Zach Dempsey. “hey Y/N you look nice, and so do you Hannah” Zach slurred. “well as unattractive as that is we are gonna go get a drink, come on Han, bye boys see ya around” I practically had to drag Hannah away from Justin. “what was that about? I didn't know y'all had so much in common, you want to go back?” I questioned Hannah laughing while walking through the doors. “no it was nothing just something about a class we both have, don't worry about it. lets find clay” we walk into the kitchen and see a half anxious clay with the handsome boy from the library. “hey you” I said to Jeff as I walked right up to him instead of clay,”you girls want a drink?” within a few minutes clay and Hannah were immersed in their own little world, luckily I had Jeff. we sat by the pool and it felt like nothing could touch us, “so how are you liking liberty?” we talked about baseball, school, our family, our likes and dislikes. we talked about our hopes and dreams and what we planed to do with our lives. I don't know if it was the alcohol or the opening up, maybe it was the music or the fact that he was so darn cute but I desperately wanted him to kiss me.

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Jeff POV:

“all im saying Jensen is batman would win okay” “yeah well you're an idiot and obviously so wrong, superman would.” I went to get a refill when I saw Y/N coming trough the door. “you know things would be so much easier for me if Y/N would just let me and Hannah have some alone time.” “aren't you guys alone when you're at work?” clay paused “yeah man but that's work, we have to be professional.” all I could do was laugh “alright man ill keep Y/N occupied, really its my pleasure don't worry and you work your magic.” clay looked genuinely scared as he croaked out “wait what do I say?” “just don't mention batman vs superman and you'll be fine, here they come. You girls want a drink?” I tried asking Y/N about her time so far at liberty but she couldn't here me over the music so I brought her out to the pool. we sat there for what felt like hours with our feet dipped in the water as the music and wind was filling up the air. she had this incredible look in her eyes, they sparkled everytime she talked about something that she was passionate about and the way her eyes would sparkle the same way when I started talking as if I was the best story teller in the world. she was so inventive and an amazing conversationalist. she was shy but confident, I don't know exactly what it was but I desperately wanted to kiss her.

#13rw #13rw imagine #13rw fanfiction #13 reasons imagine #13 reasons why #clay jensen #hannah baker #jeff atkins #justin foley #Jessica davis #alex standall #zach dempsey #bryce walker #sheri holland #tyler down #tony padilla #skye miller

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shiro-0197 · 3 years

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Hi :) ah don't worry about it!! I hope you had a wonderful time out and that you enjoyed your day. I was about to sleep but I'm not so tired yet, so I figured I'd reply and slowly doze off once Im done.

ooh melon ice cream! That sounds so lovely, I've not seen it on the menu, but they do have occasional new ice cream flavours, so let's hope that's the case when we have our date :) (they've had caramel, m&ms, oreos and the rare Malaysian specials, so fingers crossed!!) I'm guessing melon is your favourite flavour?

oh that's okay, I didn't either, until my palms just kept getting scratched and my dad was like "it's time to get you some gloves" 😭 and I just went along with it.

oh my gosh that'd be so cool!! I love it when my old graduates come in and see their old teachers and juniors again. There was this one guy who graduated a while ago, but comes back every year to coach our school debate team, because he was a national debater himself. Anyways, I hope you'll be able to visit his school as a graduate someday!!

That's the cutest analogy ever, honestly. You're right, it's a relief and something fun to do :) yeah, he's wonderful, I can truly just talk about the craziest things with him and Angel, and Abigail too, actually.

Thank you!! I hope I'm able to do it, and it isn't just a resolution I forget about ':( I love it when you go offtopic, actually. It's just so cute to see you excitedly talking (writing?¿) about something.

Aww then I wish you and him all the best. 😭😭Rightly so?? I mean, you're gorgeous, so—

KAHFKSHDKSK *visible terrified noises* 😭😭that's so cursed oh gosh. But AHH some good old teasing. I do the same with angel. Tho we do it with animal pictures Skhdkshsks tho artbreeder can make some really pretty stuff :> I tried making oikawa, and I'm actually happy with the way it turned out so—

I hope you guys get some really good cheeseburgers. And KAJDKSJSKS Norway 😭💖💖 it's like the home of fresh salmon, make sure you have some there !! AND NORSE MYTHS—

you have such picturesque cottgecore dreams wtf I want your dreams 😭😭 they sound so relaxing and soft. When I do have dreams (although they're rare) they're just of things which have 0.01% possibility of happening irl and I wake up in a cold sweat.

Yes two weirdo chilling 😭💖

Trust me I'm the exact same. Double points if they're passionate and confident about it. Then I'm choosing a wedding dress 😔🤚 tho yay I'd love to be a show-off with you (tho at some point I'd probably shut up with the dorkiest smile on my face because I'd just want to listen to you talk excitedly). And KAJDKSJSKS 😭😭 you make me wanna rewatch Kung Fu Panda it was such a good movie!! I miss it every day.

Your day sounds lovely!! Tho damn guess we gotta sue the coffee company now too. I hope tomorrow is just as amazing as today was, for you. I love you very much, Shiro.

—☃️

Tbh it was pretty boring, I only had to get some stuff done but I saw a pretty dog so I guess that's something nice about that😭 I hope you slept well!!

Hopefully!!! Though I wouldnt mind any other ice cream flavour, ice cream just cant be bad. But yeah, melon is my favorite!! What are the Malaysian specials, by the way?

Ohh I see~ we usually ignore our scratches and everything, haha. I only learnt the fact that I need to treat my wounds and not just let them be an year ago XD to be honest, I was sk confused when I saw my classmate freaking out over the cut I got while trying to make something. I was literally like "bro chill *licks wound*" and believe me when I say it made him scream 😭

Me too!!! They're usually really fun and cool people, I get so happy when I hear that they're coming. Also, a national? That's so awesome?!?!

It's always so good to have someone you can just talk about anything, be it the political issues or the bug you saw today😭 and having them as interested as i am makes me so happy xndskmd

I'm sure you can!! I believe in you, Shortcake!! Also same goes to you, you're the cutest person ever when you talk about something... anything!!

Ahahah, sounds fun!! I remember one day I sent him a screenshot of one of the characters from the Cats movie, and said that's him. AND HE IGNORED ME FOR A WEEK AFTER THAT😭😭

Ohh he looks so good!!! He looks so soft nnaggdhwhdhwh😭😭🥺🥺🥺

I didnt make this guy but I found him in the Random section, and tbh he looks so gorgeous to me I wanna marry him

His hair !!!!!!!!!😍😍😍

Ohhhh I hope the salmon is good over there, otherwise I lose hope in fish😩 also YES norse myths!!!

Awhh, I wish we knew how to control our dreams😭 I wanna be there to comfort you when you have those weird bad dreams :((

Okay that sounds like such a cute comic idea I'm gonna force ask Kuro to doodle that XD I'd love to ramble about stuff with you. I really wanna hear everything you have to say about anything!!!

Omg now I wanna rewatch the movies😭😭 Finally someone agrees with me, most people I know dont like the movies grrr

I really hope so as well!! I hope I can get even more stuff done. I really need to clean the yard from snow I think, there's a bit too much😭

I love you a lot and I hope today's going well for you! ♡♡

#Ari💕#ms snowman hello !!!

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daydreamingcreature · 4 years

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My thoughts on the Animal Crossing New Horizons Direct

Nobody cares about my opinions but I’m going to write down my thoughts as I watch. Keep in mind, I have no chill, little valuable knowledge, and only experience in ACNL and very little in pocket camp

Tom Nook! my boy!

The little bird in the corner has my heart

his wittle movements

The ocean animations are so pretty!!

The flowers in the wind! the detail on the trees! the rocks!!! wwaattterrr!!!! so prettyyy!

I love the animation style so much the game looks so peaceful

Deserted island means you get to build it entirely yourself? hopefully?

I love that we can still choose our map design

The hemisphere options are very nice, I never really considered how it might differ depending on where in the world you are.

Summer and winter look gorgeous

The flower designs are so pretty and I love the frost on the leaves in winter

The little coffee on the wood table!!! Does this mean that decorations aren’t limited to just your home? I love when games have less restrictions on decorations and use of furniture

The cherry blossoms in the wind are amazing!!!!

I really hope that we can sit and have a little picnic with the villagers and the sushi and fries look adorable!

The variety in face designs is a really nice change from New Leaf. I go feral for customization

i REALLY hope that the villagers’ autonomy is not just for this video but actually in the game. I feel like the villagers interacting with each other more and doing more activities besides just aimlessly wandering around would do so much for the game. I don’t really know how they would do that but a girl can dream.

I just saw the donut in one of the villager’s hands, the jar full of fruit water/juice, and the basket of fruit and i am HERE for the variety

THE FLOWER CROWN!!!! MY HEART!!!

I also noticed that the flowers were taken off of the stems instead of directly off the ground which may be a cool feature. It might allow more control of what flowers are where instead of just hoping that the island spawns the flowers you want?

it also seems like it could be an annoyance if we have to be careful in how we pick up the flowers and other materials. but I might be reading too much into it.

The mushroom decorations and furniture is gorgeous!

The orientation is a really interesting part

It shows more of the villagers having specific objectives and movements

It also shows that we may have much more control of our worlds in that everyone is starting new so we may get to influence how the island is shaped

You building an island with your favorite villagers is making my heart explode

YOU CAN INFLUENCE WHERE OTHERS LIVE

I used to get overwhelmed in trying to design my village and feeling like i didn’t have control over it and this would be an amazing change

The resident services tent is open 24 hours a day? that means my messed up sleep schedule will be more supported!!!

Its unrelated but still really cool to me that I’m going to be able to play animal crossing on the switch. i personally have a desktop set up in my room and I sometimes attach my switch to the family tv and i love the idea of being able to play at night on a big screen with lots of options instead of just an hour at night on my ds

It looks like the resident services tent replaces the retail store? where is Cyrus and Reese? i miss them :(

Ugh the detail of tom nook is so good

So you make furniture on the workbench? that seems cool but also could be annoying depending on how the materials are available

CUSTOMIZATION OUTSIDE OF THE TENT YESSSSSSSS

why is there a random pair of boots just chilling behind the tent?

i mean mood but why?

MORE CUSTOMIZATION FOR FURNITURESSSSSSS

I love these new furniture designs

i also noticed there are more spaces for custom designs which is awesome

The airport is sooo pretty inside and Orville already owns my heart

eight people are allowed on the island? i don’t have that many friends :/

it is really cool that these services work because its more accessible on the switch then on the DS in my experience

I loveeee the lighting so far

So we got a phone now? that’s cool

the broadcast is cool because i never remember to actually check whats happening that day

I love more achievements because that how i focus

waitt can you die now? wow animal crossing has changed.

GHOST ITS SO CUTE

I love that Gulliver is back

The rescue service..... is that Resetti i hear? i hope so

i love the new furniture

YES I WAS HOPING YOU CAN BUILD A HOUSE

this leaves room for....MORE CUSTOMIZATION

WOWWWW you can be more specific on placing flooring

The House decorations are blowing me away

I love the kitchen furniture

So far the housing system is all i could’ve asked for

Traveling costs money? i don’t know about that but it doesn’t seem much like a feature I’d use anyway

nevermind it seems a lot like the island in new leaf where you can go there to get new materials which I don’t mind at all

I wonder if each village has a native fruit or if that system is gone?

it’s really cool that the money rock is back

OOHHH I CAN LIVE WITH MY FRIENDS THAT’S SO COOL

i just need to get friends :/

The leader system is actually really nice

The nooklink system is really cool for easier communication

especially the voice session

Okay we got to Part 2 nice

I hope we can have more villagers in our island

I felt like I wanted more villagers than we could have in New Leaf

Oh I love that we can choose where the villagers should live that’s gonna be amazing

THE MUSEUM IS GORGEOUS

I’m literally in awe its sooooo pretty

OH MABEL AND SABEL MY GORGEOUS GIRLS I’M SO EXCITED

and the clothing options!!!!!!

I like that we can see changes before they are implemented more

ISABELLE FINALLY

nintendo knew what they were doing with the dramatic entrance

Oh that pink hair is gorgeous I’m so excited

Oh look at Label/Labelle following her fashion dreams

Okay I just saw Celeste now whereee is Blathers???

Daisy Mae is absolutely adorable omg

Once again the hairstyles are top tier

CJ and Flik look really cool

The pole vault and ladder looks sooo helpful

Oooh new bridge designs

It really seems that no part of the island is off limits

Yessss more customization with the paths

AND THE CLIFFS AND WATER

Im in awe there is so much customization!!!!

Alright Part 3

ooo the photo system looks so cool

wow they really do be plugging that new console system

Free updates are amazing

alright the pocket camp system is cool but i don’t play pocket camp

Okay so final thoughts

As you can probably tell i started to lose steam throughout the video

I’m gonna say it again, the museum looks absolutely stunning

The lighting in the game looks fantastic and thats coming from someone who relies on lighting to boost my mood

I’m so excited to play on a bigger screen and with (hopefully) less time restrictions

The customization availabilities is much more than i had ever hoped for I’m soo excited.

i was starting to get discouraged that we would run out of options or be too restricted in the game but with the more customization kind of changes my view.

#animal crosing new horizons #acnh #animalcrossing #animal crossing #acnh spoilers #ac #new horizons

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achieveandhunt · 5 years

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live typing extra life 2019

part 2

warning: this was a mistake and i’m in the grapes

this starts right at Facilities vs AH. link to first post

let’s fuck some shit up babEY

oh what the fuck they’re playing a prerecorded video

last year was a fuckin doozy, nobody forget that

“legends of the under achiever” i didn’t know someone wrote my biography

why do i hear geoff screaming “FIVE FUCKIN FOUR” in my head, like in the legends of the hidden temple minecraft videos

jeremy looks. so dead inside on this fine november evening

ryan buzzing while they’re trying to explain the rules

my video quality went down so much that i thought i was watching someone playing roblox for a second

ryan “salty mother fucker” haywood has made a lovely appearance. he’s my favorite

michael and lindsay looking so domestic makes me so happy,, they’re my parents

someone donated under the name “ryan goes feral” uh??? yeah? you say that like it’s a bad thing??

oH FUCK MICHAEL GO DRIVE WIN PLEASE

jeremy HAS BROKEN OUT THE GLASSES SHIT’S SERIOUS

NO THEY’RE LOSING GOD DAMMIT

ʳʸᵃⁿ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏᵍʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ, ᵠᵘᶦᵉᵗˡʸ: ʰᵉˡᵖ

JEREMY IT’S TIME TO TEST OUT THAT NONEXISTENT GAG REFLEX AND SWALLOW THE OPPONENT’S CONTROLLER

oh nvm they’re winning again lmao

OH FUCK thEYRE LOSING

oh nvm

OH FUCK

oh nvm they unplugged his contoller lol

OH FUCKING TH EY LOST MICHAEL JONES MY HEART IS BROKEN

the amount of people watching has gone up from 32k to 40k in the past fifteen minutes

michael “hurry up you dumb cunts” jones

“oh don’t worry about destroying our cabinet, it’s essentially matchsticks”

“how are you feeling john? are you ready for this?” “MM M M Mmm mM”

TEAM NICE DYNAMITE IS NEXT AND IM READY FOR PERMANENTLY RINGING EARS FROM ALL THE LEET DONATIONS

oH god here we go

“hopefully they haven’t been saving them all day” oh honey. you’ve got a big storm coming

if xavier slaps gavin i think gav might go up in a puff of smoke

i did the math, they went up 45k+ within five minutes of team nice dynamite showing up on stream

GAVIN AND MICHAEL ARE GOING TO DIE

THERE’S GONNA BE A MOONBALL SIZED HOLE IN GAVIN’S CHEST

ryan and lindsay both donating a grand during this segment... so good

the day gavin free successfully gets a tattoo is the day i drop dead

lindsay saying she didn’t want the TND tattoo on michael but she agreed because gav is michael’s boi :(((

i’m too sleep deprived for this i might cry

oh god michael’s punching the floor

i’m too sober for this

EIGHTY EIGHT LEET DONATIONS IN TWENTY MINUTES HOLY FUCJKIGN SHIT YOU GUYS ARE GONNA BE THROWING MOONBALLS FOR FUCKIN SIX YEARS

on a sentimental note- i love how much collective love we have for gav and michael,, they deserve it all

milk boarded has some not-so-great connotations attached to it

gavin “the bullshit bitch” free

a mark nutt reference?? in my 2019 extra life????

this just in: sarah is going to obliterate gavin

oh. oh my god. that was the sound of a wet fish smacking a wall

why is jeremy the liquor goblin walking like a crab that has a bird attached to its back??? see: flapping arms

that beer and milk concoction... gag

“drink that milk yard”

“YOU GOT MY TOES MILKY”

no. nO MICHAEL NO YOUR INTESTINES NOO

michael “the milk’s in my brain” jones

“stop pouring it on people!” “iT’S HARD DICKHEAD”

lindsay is now. taking a milk shower

*caiti brings a small roll of paper towels* *gavin gently places a single paper towel on the massive puddle of milk*

no LINDSAY NO THINK OF THE CHILDREN

gavin: this has gotten way out of hand. she’s... she’s swimming in an inch of milk! everyone knows you should swim in at least two!!

the fajita seasoning will solve everythinG everyone calm down

fiona: yeah this is my first extra life. jack: and what were you expecting? fiona: this. exactly this.

ah yes. the bunny suits have arrived and michael is ready to tackle gavin

aaaand here comes the AH fanfic. it can only get worse from here so buckle up fuckos

“holy fuckeroni”

“re-reanimated trevor”

michael is so fucking smashed and god i wish that was me

“cum-ductor”

fiona “this is a white man” nova

“bone-ating” *leet donation* *leet donation*

“ready set blow” made me genuinely bust a lung laughing

aaaand michael’s licking the floor which is to be expected

jeremy “i’m gonna actually harm you” dooley

IF ONE MORE PERSON BRINGS UP RANCH IM GOING TO WALK TO AUSTIN AND PROJECTILE VOMIT ON THE OFF TOPIC SET

no JEREMY NO YOU WERE THE CHOSEN ONE I THOUGHT YOU WOULDN’T DO THIS GET OFF THE F L O O R

don’t get close ups on jeremy’s tongue. don’t do that to me. i don’t want nightmares

“fuck root” “let’s just fucking fuck”

1 2 3 CONSENT

michael has gone full gerkie

alfredo’s look when larry is reading the part about trevor choking him is how i feel about everything that’s happened in the past twenty minutes

almost 300k in less than an hour

fiona saying “i don’t want this” overlaying michael humping a trash can

“TAKE THE TACO CHAD”

aaaand michael’s in the trash can

nO why is there a triangle is this a POETRY READING ALL OF A SUDDEN

oh thank god it’s over

OH FUCK THERE’S A N EPILOGUE

aaand trevor’s dead again. poor treyco

DUSK BOYS DUSK BOYS DUSK BOYS EVERYONE PUT A CUP IN YOUR PANTS

people singing along... what goes on

why am i downloading this fuckin song asap

jeremy turning his phone flashlight on and waving it like he’s at a concert god dammit i love these people so much

those are my BOYS

oh my gosh they’re still singing the song. why is my heart so happy from this i need to get slapped

“come on you’ve never been waterboarded before gavin?”

everyone standing in a circle shining their flashlights at gavin

someone surprise them and instead of a moonball just yeet a whole gallon of milk at them

actually, on second thought, no

OH god GavIN Is GOING to Die

gavin “i forgot to breathe” free

several milk explosions

gavin “my brain is cold” free

michael has milk dripping from his ears

i’m about to pass out i don’t know what’s happening

michael is in the grapes right now man

how many moonballs? oh, only 107. :)

i’m not writing this part- you guys have to watch the moonball segment yourself, if you didn’t watch it live!

team nice dynamite finishes up with over 300k!! holy shit, that’s so cool! this community is awesome

werewolf is up next!

xavier is such a gentleman can we keep him

alfredo: *chooses to kill miles* trevor in the audience: *silently freaking out*

xavier is about ruin another man on stream

miles has no self preservation instinct

barbara is now smelling fiona

this just in: i love alfredo and 100% would have done the same thing

trevor running up to film alfredo getting smacked. what an icon

alfredo SCREAMING oh my god i felt it in my soul

the high-five of the backs in solidarity of intense pain

miles choosing alfredo is so fucking good

and also, i feel so bad

his heart might shoot out of his asshole this time guys

oh NOOO HE’s so bruised :(((( fredo nooo :((

oh my god it’s gotten to the usual point in the stream where you start to question whether someone is going to die this time

rip blaine but at least i think he can take the hit

he can but ouch it still hurts me

barbara “i’m participating in the game” dunkleman

yo miles might win this game

the crowd when someone needs to shoot barb: TREVOR TREVOR TREVOR! trevor, with the strength of a thousand suns: N O

people are now chanting about shooting an unprotected trevor. the man already died once this stream god dammit

alfredo is about to throw hands for fiona

that’s a big F in the chat for miles, but his loss is well deserved

xavier’s hands could serve as a defibrillator

alfredo showed jeremy his chest and jeremy shied away as if he was looking at the sun

--- i’m taking another break to finish an assignment---

i’m barely alive and it’s ready set show time

oh god please no more shock collars

i’m so fucking tiiiiredd please take thge res t of this post wigth a grain of salt lbecasue i can hardly type at this ponitn

“do you want to control the shock collars” “will there be repercussions” “no” “fuck yeah i’ll do it then”

“smother the children. steal the baby” “DONT STEAL THE BABY TREVOR”

lunging forward “s c a r e t h e b a b y” “OKAY I’M PASSING THIS ONE”

“you can’t bake popcorn????” jeremy hits the floor

alec and matt clearly = dream team

oh thasnk god the shock collars are on their arms now i was stressed out for chris earlier

this stream does not promote recreational nyquil usage

i don’t even know how to explain the pure insanity of what ready set show has become

alec has become this whole segment

i would write more but i have no thoughts because my brain doesn’t work

larry “makes people fuck other people besides their wife” insert last name that my brain can’t come up with

anyways. marbles

oh. no marbles

i’ve blacked out idk what happened during backwardz compatible

i mean i was awake but does that really mean anything at this point

SPPOKU PSOOKY SPPOKKKY SPOOOKY !!! FUCL YEAH

cole is so good during this segment

oh so many 1337s right away

the real scariest thing during the segment: being genuine

oH my god the scream being pitched up. i have fucking dogs outside of my house now

i don’t fuck w/ ghosts no thank you

“aba-jail” wow if u guys weren’t gonna get haunted before you will now

okay i’m about to pass out i have to take a nap

oH fucking I SLEPT until thirty minutes before the en d fuck

conclusion: this community is incredible and raised an unimaginable amount of money for charity. the fact that rooster teeth does this every year is awesome, and honestly, it makes me feel hopeful in times when things aren’t so great. so yeah! for the kids & stuff

#extra life 2019 #rooster teeth #geoff ramsey #jack pattillo #ryan haywood #michael jones #jeremy dooley #gavin free #lindsay jones #trevor collins #matt bragg #fiona nova #alfredo diaz

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walking-true-to-style · 5 years

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She || J.M.

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Pregnant! Reader

Words: 5.05k

Warnings: ANGST CENTRAL. Medical topics, blood, death, pregnancy

Gender: Cis Female

Request: I merged two anonymous requests:

“Can i request angst with joe? like him losing his wife at childbirth and he only has their daughter left? Sorry im really feeling the angst today”

“Im a bit scared to ask, but could you write a fic with joe where after the readers due date extends past 2 weeks, they both get really scared but finally their daughter is brought into the world? And the daughters name is Josephine Francis to match her daddy's name? ❤❤ thank you!!!”

(I’m so sorry btw 2nd anon this is not what you wanted I’m sure)

Synopsis: You and Joe have been trying for a baby for forever. Now that she’s on the way, she is stubborn and won’t come out. This can lead to some complications. Nevertheless, you and Joe will try to stick it out as much as you can for little baby Josephine. He’s gonna be a great dad.

A/N: I just wannt point out. Dr. Fahmy is a real person in NYC dealing in pregnancies. I used his name to make the story a little more realistic.This is in no way a reflection on him or his work. He’s rated as a 5-star Doctor, and I’m sure he’s amazing.

“(y/n), I know this is scary, but you need to come back to bed.”

“Joe, she’s two weeks overdue! How can I just fucking come back to bed?” you stare at your husband exasperatedly before continuing to pace around your bedroom. Joe watches you from the bed with a clenched jaw and worried eyes. He bites the inside of his cheek as he listens to you ramble.

“God, maybe this is a sign. Maybe we AREN’T ready. What the fuck is going to happen to me? To the baby!” Beads of sweat trickle down your face. You feel a slight kick inside you, causing you to stop in your tracks. You look down at your belly and set your hands on it.

“You HAVE to come out. PLEASE. What is taking you so long?!” you beg. Tears stream from your eyes, and you hide your face in your hand, shaking.

At this point, Joe can’t bear to watch you panic more. He sighs and shakes his head.

“Alright, alright. That’s enough, babe. We need to think rationally about this.” he comes up behind you and snakes his arms around your midsection. He leans into you and sets his head on your shoulder, planting small pecks on your neck. You stand there and sob, taking in your husband’s scent. He comes around to face you, and you bury yourself into his chest. He holds you gently, careful not to squish your stomach at all and rubs your back.

“It’s gonna be okay, (y/n). I promise.” Joe whispers to you sweetly. You sniffle and whimper, holding him tighter. He moves from stroking your back to your head, letting out a small sigh.

“I won’t let anything happen to you. I love you.”

“I love you too…” you murmur.

You aren’t really sure how, but Joe seems to have superpowers in calming you down from panic attacks. The moment he touched you, a sense of calm already washed over your body. It was as if he were a warm lavender bath every time he engulfed you in his arms.

The house begins to still and time speeds back up for you after a moment. As you calm down, Joe pulls back and looks at you with complete admiration. You flush slightly under his gaze. He rubs your blotchy, tear-streaked cheeks. You lean into his touch and take a long breath through your nose in a futile attempt to clear it.

“There’s my beautiful girl.” he grins. You scoff at him playfully and clear your throat.

“Even when I’m a gross, snotty mess?” you ask him weakly. He snorts at your question and kisses your cheek.

“Even when you’re a snot monster, (y/n).” Joe smirks and sits you down on the bed finally, kneeling in front of you. He rubs your thighs lovingly, and you bring a hand to his cheek. He moves to kiss your palm a few times before using your thighs as support to get up.

“Feeling better?” he inquires. You nod, earning a kiss on the knuckles from him.

“How ‘bout I make you some warm chamomile tea. Doc said you can have just a little right?” you chuckle at the mischievous little smile playing on Joe’s lips and the subtle shoulder shimmy he’s doing.

“Sounds good, babe.” you smile back, exhaustion evident in your face. Dark bags lay thick under your eyes, and your cheeks are still blotchy and wet. Still, your husband looks upon you with a doting gaze. Joe plants a kiss to your hair and goes to the door. Before he exits he turns back to you.

“I’ll be right back. I’ll miss you.” He says the last part with a silly voice, earning a snort from you with a playful eye roll to follow.

“Miss you too, Joey.” he lets out an amused snuff at your reaction and disappears down the hall. You watch the door for a moment before your gaze shifts about the beige walls of the room, over the shelves with various knick-knacks, including Sledge’s old pipe, and photos of you and Joe through various points in your life. You giggle at the one from the night you first started dating, remembering how Joe couldn’t take his eyes off you in the car after Rocky Horror that night.

You’ve both come such a long way since then.

Your eyes finally fall onto the mirror, reflecting your form on the bed. Your gaze fixes onto your swollen belly in the reflection. Setting a gentle hand on top of it, you rub your abdomen over the fabric of your shirt. You breathe deeply and exhale.

“We’re gonna be okay, Ms. Josephine Francis…” you whisper.

As if on cue, you hear the teapot squealing and a “SHIT!” from Joe, followed by a calamity of dishes clamoring together. You snort and shake your head, letting out an amused sigh.

“That is, if your daddy doesn’t kill us all first.”

A few moments later, Joe appears with a mug of tea and a sheepish smile. You cock a brow at him in questioning, though, you have a feeling you know what happened.

“Burn yourself, Joe?” you smirk at him. He feigns insult at you and laughs.

“I don’t have to answer that.” he jokes as he sets the mug on your nightstand, steam flowing out. You chortle and press your lips together.

“Your silence says a thousand words, my love.” you tell him. He leans down and plants a kiss on your lips before helping you get your legs up and then coming around to settle in beside you.

“We’re gonna call Dr. Fahmy tomorrow first thing, I promise.” Joe yawns as he snuggles into your shoulder, hot breath from his nose fanning over your neck and collarbone. His arm finds a way over your midsection, still careful about where his arms end up. You always admired his delicacy with your body. He treated it like a priceless artifact that must be treasured at all times, even when making love, which you’ve both abstained from since you learned about your pregnancy. Still, he remains just as physical as before, even if it is more gently and carefully. Truly, he is the man of your heart and you are always sure to return the favor to him.

You nod and take the mug of tea from the nightstand, blowing on the top to cool the water. You take a few sips and set it back down. Joe rubs your arm gently and peers up at you through half-lidded eyes.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” he inquires breathily. He kisses your shoulder and snuggles you closer. You turn to him and press a kiss into his forehead.

“Only every day, but I like the reminders.” you reply snarkily. He hums and closes his eyes. You reach over to turn off the light and settle down, laying your head on top of his. You close your eyes, already feeling your exhaustion catching up to you.

“I love you, Joe. Thank you so much.” you yawn out before dozing off.

“I love you too, beautiful. Sweet dreams.”

The next morning, you wake up to an empty space beside you and the mug missing from your nightstand. Peering over at the clock on your wall, it reads 8:37 AM. The smell of food is wafting into the room, piquing your interest. Your stomach immediately growls at the scent, demanding you investigate. Your hips contract slightly, causing you to grunt from the sensation. You settle your hand on your belly and tsk.

“Alright, lighten up there, Francis. We’ll get you some food in a sec.” you tell your unborn daughter. You shift out of bed and hoist yourself up. Slipping on your slippers, you make your way to the kitchen where Joe is setting out plates of fruit and chocolate chip pancakes with peanut butter. Queen is playing as he moves about the kitchen. You’d think he’d be tired of it by now, but you’re so glad he isn’t.

“What’s all this?” you smirk at him. His head jerks up to meet you, obviously spooked by your silent entrance.

“I figured you would want to have a good breakfast after last night.” Joe says sweetly. He sets down the silverware and makes his way over to you, wrapping his arms around the small of your back and kissing you. You chuckle at him and and peck his cheek again.

“You should really not let me give into my cravings, dork.” you chuckle at him. He sways you gently and says, “Yeah, but how can I not spoil the most beautiful woman in the world? Besides,” he bends down to kiss your midsection. “You’re still eating for two.” You scoff at him jokingly, though, you nod. Joe pulls out the chair for you and pushes you in.

“Hopefully not for too much longer…” you bite the inside of your cheek, not meaning for it to come out so bitter. Joe ushers an “I know.” to you and pours out some water for you.

“How are we feeling this morning, by the way?” he asks. You shrug at him.

“Not bad. Glad I was able to sleep in a bit. Oh- I need to call Dr. Fahmy.” you remember suddenly. You pull out your phone and look up the number, Joe shakes his head.

“I already called this morning. He can take us at 3 today, if that works. That’s the soonest he had.”

“That’s perfect, you’re the best.” you grin. He leans down to kiss you, which you reciprocate happily.

“I know.” he snorts. You laugh in return.

As Joe sits down, he pulls out his phone to check news and social media for any BoRhap fans’ DMs. You do the same, humming to the music playing and sit in a comfortable silence as you both eat. The sound of your silverware and the music in the background are the only sounds in the otherwise peaceful home. To your surprise, Joe actually did quite a good job making breakfast this morning. Nothing was overly burnt or undercooked. You’ve taught him well since moving in together.

After you’ve finished your meals, Joe clears the dishes, despite your complaining that you can do it yourself. Afterward, you both chill out until you need to head down to Fahmy’s office. Joe helps you into the car and comes around.

“Hey, Joe?” you start.

“Yeah? What’s up?”

“What’ll happen if… something goes wrong? Like, we lose the baby or something?” you bite your lip nervously. Joe watches you with concern. He starts the car and looks at you assuringly.

“We’ll figure it out. If we do lose her, though, I certainly won’t mind trying again with you.” he winks. You push him and exclaim, “Jesus Christ, Joe!” You know he was only trying to cheer you up, but damn. Joe pecks your cheek and chuckles.

“Sorry, sorry. But in all seriousness…. Dr. Fahmy is a good doctor. I doubt anything will happen, babe. And I’m going to be with you the whole time, okay?” he squeezes your hand and you nod your head at him.

“Okay.”

At the office, you and Joe sit in uncomfortable anticipation in the waiting room. You are laying your head on his shoulder as he fidgets with his wedding ring. There are other women in the room looking at you both. You don’t know if it’s because your husband is a celebrity or what. Either way, you really wish they’d stop. You pull out your phone to scroll through emails and texts to distract from the staring. Nevertheless, you feel the eyes on you.

A breath of relief escapes as you finally hear the nurse call the two of you back. You check vitals and get seated into the room.

“Dr. Fahmy will see you both in a moment. He’s finishing up with another patient.” the nurse tells you before exiting the room.

Great… more waiting.

“Hang in there, babe. This is gonna be over soon.” Joe soothes you. You lick your lips and sigh.

“I know. I’m just worried."

After about 20 minutes, Dr. Fahmy finally pokes his head in.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Mazzello. How are we doing today?” he asks you. You both exchange pleasantries and go through your vitals.

“So, from what I’m seeing by your last ultrasound, things are going smoothly.” he tells you. It gives you some relief.

“When was your last visit?”

“About a week ago.” Joe speaks up for you.

“Okay, so what I’m going to have you guys do is do a few tests while you’re here. We’re going to do another fetal heart rate monitoring and an amniotic fluid volume assessment. Are you aware of how those work?” he asks. You nod.

“Done it before.”

“Okay, wonderful. I’m going to take you back now if you want.” You nod and get in the wheelchair provided and head into testing rooms. Joe follows close behind.

After the tests, you are brought back to the room you were previously in. You hope the results are good.

After another agonizing passage of time, Dr. Fahmy returns with a clipboard and results attached. You squeeze Joe’s hand as you sit on the observation table. He looks at you assuringly.

“Thank you for your patience, Mr. and Mrs. Mazzello. I’m just reading over your results, everything is pretty normal with the exception of your babies size. She's bigger than most as it is. What we can do from here are a couple of things. First, we can either wait and see what happens- it’s very possible the reason for your post-term pregnancy is just a miscalculation of your last menstrual cycle. However, given your daughter’s size from the ultrasound last week, I may recommend doing a few things to induce labor. Now, we can do this a couple of ways. One is to take a medication to induce contractions. Usually the most common is….”

As he speaks, you’re just in a whirlwind of emotions. You sincerely hope Joe is getting this because you can hardly focus on what is going on due to how tired you are and coming down from the adrenaline of it all. All you can think about is all the “what-if” scenarios raging through your head. What if he’s wrong? What if there are complications during pregnancy? What if, what if, what if…

You look at your husband for support and he lays his head on your shoulder, rubbing your back with his free hand- the one you don’t have in an impossibly constricting death grip.

“...It’s really your call at this point, (y/n), but I wouldn’t wait much longer to make your next appointment.” Dr. Fahmy finishes, pulling you back to your senses. Joe and Dr. Fahmy look at you with anticipation for you answer.

“Uh- I think I’ll wait and see.” you say without thinking. Truthfully, you don’t even know if that was the right thing to do, but it felt right.

“Sounds good, Mrs. Mazzello. I’ll do a follow up with you in a week to see how everything is going. If you do end up going into labor beforehand, please come in immediately.” he tells you.

You head out of the office after checking out. At this point, the sun has already sunk behind the horizon, and stars were out.

“Jesus, how long were we in there…” you groan. Joe checks his phone.

“About 6 hours. Had to do all those tests and wait.”

“Jesus…. Let’s get food and go home.” you whine. Joe chuckles at you and grabs your hand as you walk back to the car.

You end up going out to eat at a vegetarian place Joe found good reviews on yelp for. Though not overly filling, it was deeply satisfying. On your way back home, you and Joe chattered amongst yourselves idly. Once home you both decided to watch a movie until you fall asleep. He let you choose tonight, and you threw on Jurassic Park.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Joe moans. You laugh at him as he plops down next to you.

“It’s what I wanna watch. Look how cute you were!” You point at the TV. Joe rolls his eyes at you, though, he smiles at your compliment.

“I really hope she has your eyes, Joe. And hair. And nose.” you coo. He chuckles at you as you settle in under his arm.

“Honestly, your nose would look wake cuter.” he replies with a grin. He boops your nose which you make a disapproving sound at, earning a laugh. He attacks you with kisses and you giggle and squeal at him. You finally catch him in a sweet, loving kiss and sigh into him. His body completely melts into yours.

After the affection fight dies down, you both turn your attention back to the movie, and Joe explains small pieces of trivia throughout the movie. Even if you’ve heard it all before, you love listening to him talk so passionately about his experience on set of one of the biggest blockbusters out there. It soothes you into drowsiness as you fight to keep your eyelids open. However, you can no longer fight it, and you drift off.

A few days later, you’re up once again. Joe is asleep beside you, snoring lightly. You wish you could just fall asleep, but your hips and back ache terribly. You’ve tried to ignore the pain in your lower body, but it’s all you can think about. Finally you decide, fuck it, and get out of bed for the umpteenth time tonight. You pace around quietly, taking deep breaths to keep yourself calm. You dare not glance at your phone, scared of what time it may be. However, curiosity gets the best of you and you switch on the screen.

3:47 AM. Fuck me gently with a chainsaw…

You grumble to yourself as you make your way into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. You lean against the granite counter, the coldness of the stone sending a shiver up your back. Looking over at the couch, you see your labor pack. It gives you some sense of relief. Just then, your hips contract violently. You grunt from the pain and sigh, counting the time between this one and the next. About 10 minutes pass before the next contraction. You cock a brow and count again.

8 minutes.

6 minutes.

You take a few swigs of water, downing the bottle

5 minutes.

3 minutes. You make your way to the bedroom again and breathe.

2 minutes.

Oh it’ll be soon...

1 minute, 30 seconds….

Boom.

As if on cue, your water breaks, the fluid dripping down your legs. You probably should’ve woken up Joe already. Suddenly, your contractions become much more painful, you almost cry out. You begin to shake your husband violently.

“Joe, Joe, wake up. It happened. We need to get to the hospital. Joe please.” you ramble.

“Wh- Wha? (y/n). What’s going on?” he yawns, rubbing his face.

“T- The baby- It- She’s coming” Your frantic tone brings Joe to full alert and he is immediately up.

“Well- shit, okay, okay. I’ll get the pack and get the car ready. You okay?” he stammers.

“Do I look like I’m okay?!” You screech as another contraction rips through you. Are they supposed to be this painful? Joe nods in guilt at his question and runs down the hall and gets everything. You look down at your lap.

Is… there supposed to be this much blood?

Finally, Joe comes back to help you up. You cry out as you make your way to the car. Joe reminds you to breathe, which earns an exasperated groan from you. No fucking shit. He doesn’t seem to notice the blood stains on your sheets as you exit the room and make it to the car. Once in, Joe puts on a playlist you both compiled together called “Oh shit, (y/n)’s pregnant.” The first song that plays is Ariana Grande’s “Breathin”. You roll your eyes. Must’ve been one of Joe’s picks. Still it does remind you to breathe.

Luckily, there is almost no one on the road at this hour, so you can make it to the hospital fairly quickly. Though to you, it feels like an agonizing eternity. The whole time, Joe is assuring you that everything will be fine. You somewhat wish he’d just shut up and concentrate on driving, but you do also appreciate that he’s trying his best to be supportive.

The rest is a blur and suddenly you’re on the table, legs in stirrups with nurses telling you want to do. You squeeze Joe’s hand until it’s blue, crying out.

“Please, god give me more painkillers, something, anything!” you scream. The doctors disregard it, telling you you’re doing fine. However, one notices the abnormal amount of blood coming from your core. Your screaming breaks Joe's heart, but he kisses your sweaty temple no less.

“The fetus is in distress and there’s excess bleeding, we’re going to need to do a c-section.” one of the nurses barks.

“We need your permission to do the surgery.” One of the masked nurses looks at you. You bring a hand to your forehead, hair plastered to it, drenched in sweat. You cry out again.

“God, do whatever you need to do, just get her out of me!” you scream. Joe squeezes your hand and kisses your forehead.

“They’re gonna take good care of you. Both of you. I promise.” he assures you. You look at him through teary eyes and nod, choking back a sob.

“I love you.” you manage out between cries. Joe’s heart nearly shatters at your desperate tone.

“I love you too, (y/n). With that, the nurses take your bed into a surgery room, telling Joe to wait there. He clenches his jaw and fists as your writhing form is wheeled away. How could he just wait? He paces anxiously back and forth, scratching the back of his neck raw. He forces himself to lean against the counter and try to calm down. Still, he doesn’t shed a single tear, even while he’s completely alone. Though, a few do prick his eyes. He can’t even try to sit he is so tense. He continues to pace some more, still hoping and praying you’ll be okay. He thinks back to the day you first met in college. How he was in love with you the moment he laid eyes on you. To all those nights you both spent watching movies, the night you began dating, the day you moved in together… the night he asked you to marry him…. God you were so beautiful that day. You were always smiling in front of him, even on your worst days. Seeing the fear in your eyes when you went into surgery was enough to completely destroy him.

Please…. Please be okay.

At some point, he is told to vacate for one reason or another, so he goes into the waiting room. Still unable to sit down, he paces around the main area of the hospital. His mind is reeling, but he can’t exactly make out any thoughts. Just your name over and over again.

After an eternity, a woman calls over the intercom, “Joseph Mazzello to suite 531. Joseph Mazzello to suite 531.” Joe looks up from the floor and out the window. At this point, the sun is rising. He is exhausted from the night’s anxiety, as is evident from the dark bags under his eyes and dry mouth. Nevertheless, he rushes back to the suite.

“Joseph?” the nurse asks as he walks in.

“Is everything okay? Please tell me she’s okay.” he begs. The nurse bites her lip and opens the door for him.

“Come this way please.” is all she says. Joe’s eyes widen at her reaction.

“Is- is my wife okay!? Please, god, tell me she’s okay.” The nurse doesn’t reply, but her silence confirms complications. Dr. Fahmy is at the door with a solemn look. Joe’s heart is racing at this point.

“What’s going on? The nurse won’t tell me anything.” Joe pleads. Dr. Fahmy lays a hand on Joe’s shoulder.

“Your daughter was born, very healthy, but very large. The surgeons were able to get her out safely, but... “ Dr. Fahmy stops. Joe stood mouth agape, shaking violently.

“But WHAT?”

“There were several complications during surgery. I will spare details. I’m…. so sorry.

Joe’s entire world crashes around him as he stares blankly at the doctor. Fahmy licks his lips and clears his throat.

“Your daughter is currently in the nursery getting cleaned up and ready to take home. In the meantime, I will let you say your goodbyes.” he steps aside to allow Joe to enter. He walks in wordlessly. The air has a thickness to it and the silence bears heavily down on Joe, and he almost feels sick looking upon your corpse.Your form lays limp on the bed under a white sheet. Joe creeps over slowly to the bed and brings the sheet down just under your collarbone. Your eyes are shut with a bandage around your jaw, your cheeks are pale with streaks of tears still on them. Your hair is wild and drenched with leftover sweat. Nausea builds in his stomach as he looks over your lifeless structure. Somehow, despite your unruly look, you still remain absolutely peaceful- as if you were simply sleeping. Joe takes your hand out from under the sheet and holds it to his heart. His body is heavy. He brushes a shaky kiss on your knuckles, your hand still warm, even with the coldness of the hospital.

He lets go of it and it falls limply back down. This is the point that breaks him. Tears well up and fall like a dam breaking. Tears gush down his cheeks and-

He laughs.

He cackles maniacally as tears gush down his face. It’s just some sick joke. That’s all this is. Right? You’ll wake up any minute and say “ha ha, fooled you.” and you’d laugh about this in years to come when you tell the story.

No, no you’re gone, And as reality sets in, Joe collapses onto your stomach, choking out “I’m sorries” and “Oh, god, Oh (y/n)s” He snivels and clenches the sheets on the other side of your body, crying out, shaking violently. At some point, he gets up and desperately kisses your lips, praying that maybe you’d kiss back, but they’re cold, and you’re not coming back. He knows he doesn’t have a lot more time with you, so he just…. Talks to you.

“(y/n), I’m so sorry. I didn’t know this is what would happen.” he chokes out. “God, you’re such an amazing person, and I don’t know what I’m going to do without you… You’re my best friend- my soulmate- my everything.” he snivels. “I- I promise. I’m gonna be the best dad ever. You’re going to… to look down on us and say “wow. My… my husband and daughter are great together. What a team.” And… and we’re gonna make you proud. And she’s gonna grow up to be just the most amazing woman you’ve ever seen. And she’s…. She’s gonna make you proud.” Joe looks at your face one more time, new tears welling up in his eyes as he strokes your cooling cheek.

“You know...? I think you and my dad are gonna get along so well. He’s gonna.... he’s gonna love you. God, (y/n), I love you so much. I’m sorry…” he dissolves back into soft sobs, still hugging you close.

A few moments later, a nurse opens the door carefully. Joe shoots up and immediately wipes his tears, attempting to look as if he wasn’t just a mess a few minutes prior.

“Your… baby is ready for you if you’d like to see her.” the nurse speaks quietly. Joe looks at him, still shaking but nods. He looks at your face once more, giving your cheek a stroke and a kiss.

“I love you.” he says again before walking out with the nurse, leaving you in the darkness. The nurse attempts to make some conversation, likely unable to take the thick silence.

“So… do you have a name picked out?” he asks.

“Yeah, uh yeah we do… did? Yeah, she has a name.” Joe licks his lips, trying not to cry again.

“It’s gonna be okay, Mr. Mazzello. We’ll get things straightened out. We’ll call your home in a few days about an attorney.”

“Thanks.”

“No worries. Well, uhm. While I grab her, if you could fill out the papers, we can getchya out of here much faster.” he says awkwardly. Joe takes the papers from the nurse and files into another room to work. As he finishes the last of it, the nurse returns with baby in hand. Joe looks up at him blankly.

“Here she is. Little baby…” he trails off. Joe clears his throat.

“Josephine. Josephine is her name.” he replies

“Well now, say hi to your daddy, Ms. Josephine.” the nurse coos. Joe takes the infant in his hands and new tears well up in his eyes. She is a spitting image of you, with the exception of sharing his hair and eyes. Otherwise, it's you through and through. Joe stares at her in awe and holds her tightly to his chest.

“Could you… uhm. Give us a minute.” Joe says. The nurse nods and heads out. Joe turns Josephine over and she coos at him, much calmer that what she probably was before.

“Okay… Josephine Francis Mazzello…” he says. She smiles at him and attempts to make grabby hands at him. He smiles weakly at the baby girl.

“You’re pretty cute, you know that? Almost as cute as your mommy is.” he jokes. The mention of you sends an ache to his chest as he deflated slightly.

“... was. Right, you’re not gonna get to meet her.” he sighs. Josephine looks at him with confusion.

“It’s okay. You’re gonna get to know her through stories and photos. I have a million for you! Yes, I do!” he tells her, bouncing her very gently.

“We’re gonna make her proud,” he gives her a chaste kiss on the forehead. She giggles and grabs his face on either side of his cheeks, earning a smile from Joe.

“I promise.”

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