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channoticedmeuwu · 1 year

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𝐓𝐗𝐓 𝐀𝐒 . . . (cliche) highschool romance tropes !!

🎧 𓈒 ◯ 𓏸 ﹒ ⭐ ﹒ ⌣⌣ ﹒ ☆

p : txt × fem!reader | g : fluffy fluff, slightly suggestive, cliche tropes 🫡 | w : suggestive sometimes? none really unless you consider fights a warning, not proofread

a/n : needed to get this out of my system lolll in love w hyuka rn.

🎧 — shy (eh o), loser lover, lotus, hula hoops, too many nights, mon amour, love is banned, BTBT

YEONJUN | BAD BOY × GOOD GIRL

came in my mind in the shower. yes. I just feel that yeonjun would def be the popular guy, carries around a leather jacket and has dyed hair and everything, and hangs out with his cool friends who skip class all the time etc etc. and then he sees you, so pretty and in the moment, and you're always so composed and kept to yourself that it's almost like an immediate form of intrigue for him. it's weird that he's so into you when you've never spoken. and he's like....wtf. it's like, exchanging prolonged glances during class and accidentally brushing against each other's shoulders while walking in the halls. you know that you, the well known rule follower, could never talk to someone like yeonjun, the well known rule breaker. and yet, you broke that self made rule for the first time when he came by your locker to give you a note and ask you to a date—which seemed so out of character for yeonjun. maybe you're the first one he'd follow traditional ideas for.

SOOBIN | ACADEMIC RIVALS

I said it before I'll say it again. SOOBIN ACADEMIC RIVALS AGENDA !! even wrote a whole fic 😭 I just think he's so neat as the school's pride and joy; has no trouble completing assignments and meets deadlines, and totally leaves the class speechless with how fast he finishes tests and exams. but then, his cool and calm persona breaks when he sees the class cheering for you during the timed group math assignment you have to do on dust boards. and he glances to his side of the board. how the fuck did you finish that before him? and so the unspoken rivalry continues as you tend to beat him more in assignments, draws being exclaimed for the both of you in awards supposed to be for one winner, and so on. and unspoken feelings tend to blossom when soobin finds himself growing weak at the scowl you make when you don't understand a question, or the proud smile you wear facing him yet again.

BEOMGYU | ROCKSTAR + finding each other in a raw moment

cuz I'm just a teenage dirtbag babyyy. giving rodrick heffley vibes. probably would put all his allowance in buying a guitar n amp. didn't take lessons so now he's on the road to self learning 💪💪 feminist !!!!! ok but all jokes aside, he'd be late to a practice, cycling on the empty road when he sees you, walking with an armful of books because unlike mr teenage dirtbag you actually take school seriously (do you see where I'm going with this?), and he'd miss a rock on the road, causing his bike to stumble and fall, crashing right into you. so now the two of you lay on the floor, joints scratched and head aching as you scowl at each other. "what the fuck, choi beomgyu?" and he'd see you, pretty as ever, in the evening light, cheeks pink in the most perfect way and hair perfectly set up; as if you were going somewhere. when he notices your tears. "are you crying?" and you look away, angry that you let it show.

"why do you care?" you would ask, irritated, collecting all the books you dropped and trying to rub your eyes clear of all tears, probably smudging some make up along the way. and beomgyu would help you, helping you dust your outfit and overly apologizing. he didn't understand who would hurt you, but it struck a nerve in him. enough to ask you what happened, and offered to cycle you home. he's already late to practice, so does it really matter if he misses it or not? and when he finally drops you home, you give him a hug, thanking him for being so sweet (after almost running you over 😒😒).

and maybe that pulls choi beomgyu's heartstrings to play an unfamiliar melody that echoed in the empty, sunlit streets as a small smiled plastered over his face, exchanging a glance before you shut the door behind you.

TAEHYUN | FAKE DATING

it just. makes sense. he's so not into you and you're so not into him. but holy shit, the rest of the school is. and you're like, let's give them what they want, right? esp when you want to get back at your ex for being such an ass to you during your breakup. y/n redemption arc but make it hotter. and taehyun was perfect, since he needed his friends to stop teasing him for being the only one who hasn't dated anyone yet. match made in hell, right? well, romantic feelings can be lucifer themselves, because when you and taehyun shared a secret (or not so secret) kiss right on the kitchen counter at yeonjun's party, shit turned weird. because last you recall, taehyun's scent wasn't lurking in your mind like it did that night, and he couldn't get the feeling of your lips smiling against him while the background blurred around him. and he distinctly remembers pushing a hand against the dozen cameras flashing around the two of you as all the people you tried to spite watched—as if you two were actually a thing. and god, explain the feeling of his heartbeat in his throat that he couldn't get rid of—as your eyes met, causing his mouth to go dry—if you guys were just acting?

a match made in hell, right?

HUENINGKAI | BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS + a lil ♡ triangle

he's the sweetest boy you've ever met, and he watches from afar, a sad glint in his eyes as you try to warm up to your crush, testing the waters with hyuka before you could attempt it on your crush. like, fuck, did you have to grab his tie like that, pull him close and ask "does this do anything or are you just choking?" do you even know what kind of effect you had on him? and hyuka would just sit in a corner, munch on a snack he bought as you would try to impress your crush yet again, only to receive a stupid “huh?” as a response.

hyuka had his moments, moments where he wanted to slap the shit out of the boy, and scream at him “SHE'S INTO YOU, GODDAMMIT!” and spell it out for the clueless asshole, as the more you'd advance at him the more apparently confused he'd get. you were convinced your crush was just dumb, because he couldn't straight up tell you that he's not into you, and seeing you sulk after every obvious hint you dropped riled hyuka up. and he was especially pissed the fuck off when he overheard your crush in the boys' bathroom laugh with his friends at how stupid you were for still trying, even though he was obviously playing dumb to keep you going, making you look stupider.

hueningkai was pissed; at you for not realizing how you deserve better, at your crush for being the biggest douchebag you've ever liked, at himself for not being able to control his heart whenever you were near him, at the fucking WORLD for making his life this complicated.

but maybe patience is the best virtue, because when your crush just laughed at you in front of all his friends when you confessed to him, hyuka has never felt better satisfaction than punching the asshole straight in the face, over and over and OVER again. maybe he ended up in the principal's office with a bloody hand and aching fingers, but it didn't matter next to your (ex)crush's busted lip and bleeding nose.

and it especially didn't matter when you hugged him after he got suspended, because, in his mind, if you'd never love him the same way he loved you, he was still the sweetest boy you've ever met.

txt : masterlist

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nyaagolor · 1 year

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SV Rivals Headcanons

I did it for team star so this feels only fair. Under the cut bc it's long

Arven:

He baby-talks to his pokemon but especially Mabosstiff. If anyone sees him doing it he will probably melt from embarrassment but it's Fine. He loves cooing at Mabosstiff and squishing its face and kissing its nose while making silly faces. "Who's a good boy" energy

He has dyslexia and is just so so so bad at traditional schoolwork. With all the work he missed he's failing all his classes, but is not really willing to ask for help because everyone knows how smart his parents are. That makes it hard for him because he thinks asking for help means disappointing them. This is especially bad with Clavell, since he's the one who talks about Sada and Turo the most (if Clavell realized this he would freak out tho, he cares about Arven a lot)

(points) inferiority complex. He's so used to being around overachievers that he's overly aware of his "shortcomings" and sees anything less than exceptional as a failure. Being compared to his parents all the time certainly doesn't help. He never gives himself credit for the things he's good at, and beats himself up too much over his mistakes. Boys who have low self-esteem to me

Related to the above points but oh man he NEVER admits when he's struggling. The cocktail of abandonment issues and low self-esteem means he feels the need to "prove himself" by never having visible issues and always working through things alone. He would rather die than cry in front of his friends. Luckily for him, everyone in Team Star is an expert at seeing through emotional facades and catches onto that pretty early so he has a support system that teases out all that buried nonsense and helps him work through it

You know those people who make food and share it with their dog? That's Arven. Mabosstiff is allowed to eat off Arven's plate whenever it wants, Arven spoils that dog rotten. They're rolling out of the Starbucks with a caramel frappe and a pup cup living their best life. Arven also bakes Mabosstiff a birthday cake every year, which is ironic because he doesn't make himself a birthday cake. Anything for Mabosstiff

I know canonically the 'raidon attacked wild pokemon but in my heart it attacked Arven, giving him a scar on his eye that he covers with his bangs. The reason the professor booked it to Area Zero without Arven is less because of the "oh they saw the 'raidon" part and more because 1. It hurt their son and they want to protect him and 2. If the League found out the professor was illegally keeping a mysterious pokemon who permanently scarred a child, they would definitely try and take it away which the professor is terrified of. They didn't explain this to Arven, however, who simply thought the professor abandoned him because they cared about the 'raidon more

Arven is very bulky and very strong. He can bench press more than anyone thinks, and is usually the guy to call if you need help lifting / carrying something. Despite his ability to snap your spine like a toothpick, however, she would much rather use his hands to help and not hurt. Boy who is so so sensitive and sweet

He loves to make cute little shapes with his food and has become absolutely enamored with the idea of bento boxes. Bunny shaped apple slices? Heart sandwiches? Sign him UP. His friends are more than happy to eat all the leftovers and scraps from his culinary experiments, so it's a win win for everyone

None of his pokemon are actually in pokeballs except for Mabosstiff, they're just free roaming. He'll call them when he needs them and they might stay in their balls for a short time, but overall they're more like work partners than pets like Penny's veevees. He managed to win all of them over with food, they just showed up at his picnics and followed him around. It's a good partnership, since Arven doesn't consider himself a traditional pokemon trainer anyway

He doesn't own any social media and is convinced all of Penny's terminally online speak is her trying to hex him. He's very content with this lifestyle and has no desire to learn anything about the web anytime soon. The benefit of this is that he hasn't seen most memes and subsequently finds them to be absolute goddamn riots. The "quieres" meme with a Maschiff was all he would talk about for days because he found it that funny

Nemona:

She is on the edge of her seat waiting for someone to send the "would you still love me if I were an Orthworm" meme to her. She figured out what her friends' natures would be based on their personalities and has a dozen page document detailing their new wormy battle strategy that she cannot wait to share

According to her, the reason she can't hit anything she's aiming for with a pokeball is because her family is descended from the King of Paldea. Because of that, they're subject to a multi-generational wizard curse where their arrows (and subsequently pokeballs) are destined to never hit their targets. No one can figure out if she's joking or not

I'm far from the first person to think this but this girl is autistic. Battling special interest, can't read the room, no volume control, relates everything to her special interest to understand it better, extremely bad at interpreting body language, fixates on tasks really easily, very often goes past her and others' limits without realizing, trouble relating to others, etc etc. Because of her obliviousness in social situations she often ends up being over-friendly to strangers and coming off far too strong, which scares people off

Genuinely, unironically does not realize her parents dropping her off with house staff and never seeing her is supposed to be a bad thing. Her friends are mortified to find out that her parents didn't show up to the League Ceremony when she became the youngest ever champion ranked trainer, but she's unbothered by it. Overall she's less sensitive to being ignored or forgotten or left by herself than any of her friends; she can vibe with solitude

She has a chronic illness. I have not thought too hard about which one but one of them, prolly related to nerve damage of some kind hence the arm brace. It leads to easy fatigue and some dull pain in her arm and shoulder, but the school doesn't know about it because she keeps conveniently forgetting to bring in the paperwork to Miriam. Dendra has her suspicions though

Ngl she gives school mascot energy. She's super energetic, genuinely loves the academy, and is hella tall which is basically a requirement for being the mascot. If she doesn't have the stamina for competitive sports she sure as hell is gonna cheer them on. Cue her rolling up to the bleachers in the most terrifying Pawmi fursuit you've ever seen in your life

Nemona is very very bad at having frank and straightforward emotional conversations but is absolutely SUPREME at cheering people up. Distraction queen. She isn't going to be able to address and solve your problems, but she can turn any bad day into a good one with some ice cream, a smile, and a positive attitude

Nemona doesn't know this but Arven doesn't like her (dw they get better). They used to be neighbors and would hang out as kids. At the time, Nemona wanted to be a pokemon professor-- she was chronically ill / fatigued so her parents encouraged her to talk to the Professor who lived in the lighthouse and maybe become a professor herself. Loving pokemon and being naturally curious, Nemona would talk their ear off for hours, but Arven just saw that as encroaching on the professor's super limited off-work time. He was pretty bitter that this other girl was getting more attention from his own parent than he was, not that Nemona ever realized that. But when the professor got the 'raidon, they became more reclusive, and Arven simply starting ignoring Nemona when she would knock on the door. It took a while, but she eventually got the hint, assuming they had moved or something and simply forgot to say goodbye. Arven is still mad about it all and finds Nemona obnoxious and overbearing, but she still thinks of him as a fond childhood friend, being none the wiser to his distaste for her. Eventually they get better

Her Pawmi / Pawmot was originally a therapy pokemon, intended to loosen any muscle spasms and help with the nerve-related pain in her arm. He's the pokemon she had the longest, but she didn't bother to train him for battle until recently

She's really bad at remembering people's faces, so she acts really friendly to everyone she sees to save herself the awkwardness of treating an acquaintance like a stranger. She also genuinely loves meeting new people and pokemon, so it's not really an act

Penny:

Penny doesn't really have a strong Galarian accent until she's yelling. She sounds like a native Paldean and then gets pissed and hits you with an "OI MATE" with enough psychic damage to kill a man

Her favorite ice cream flavor is "eeveelution sorbet" which is this giant rainbow mashup of flavor. It's lemon for jolteon, lime for leafeon, peach for sylveon, blue raspberry for vaporeon, orange for flareon, vanilla for glaceon, blackberry for umbreon and grape for espeon. Arven feels personally offended by its existence because "it's an insult to good cooking" and tastes like preservatives

In Paldea, "jelly" refers to the fruit spead, but in Galar, "jam" is the fruit spread and "jelly" is gelatin. Penny has been hearing Arven talk about "peanut butter and jelly" for ages now and is dead convinced that Paldeans just have shit taste. No one is aware of this miscommunication and just thinks that Penny hates fruit

Penny hacked the future paradox pokemon. She jailbroke Miraidon and can play compressed midi files on it and change the color of its lights. Future pokemon use super compressed files because things are better in the future and they don't need as much space, so Penny is currently working on getting past that limitation so she can play Doom on the thing

Good luck getting her to show up for class. She'll come and take tests, but god forbid it's a class that cold calls? She will literally never show up. Girl whose participation grades are Zero. Clavell does talk to her and authorize her to have Sylveon out of its ball in class because it's certified as a therapy pokemon, so its usually napping under her desk to help her cope with the anxiety of Being In A Classroom

Penny managed to convince Arven that blue raspberry is a real, albeit rare, Galarian fruit. He actually fell for it before Saguaro explained that she was lying to him. He still hasn't forgiven her for this

This woman vapes u cannot convince me otherwise. She has an eevee-shaped pen and always smells like watermelon. Luckily for her, miss student council president actually paid attention to those D.A.R.E lectures and read her the riot act when she realized what was going on, so she's being forced to quit and is a little bit grumpy about it. Giacomo is likewise disappointed in Penny's choices and has suggested she just switch to weed instead. Penny thinks this is a much more suitable compromise

Her eevee backpack is endless. Penny has pulled out snacks, flashdrives, a first-aid kit, a CD player, a toothbrush, Veevee treats, a cat-ear headband, and a taser from that thing within an hour. Anything you might need is probably inside whether or not it should reasonably fit. Hammerspace type beat

Geeta somewhat regrets hiring her. She does good work and the rest of the staff loves her, but she's also far less willing to put up with office bureaucracy things than any of the other staff and it's gonna give Geeta a migraine. One time Geeta asked Penny to work on a Saturday and she threatened to unionize. Larry thought it was so funny he bought Penny dinner. They're homies now

She can pick locks. Clavell is genuinely and rightfully terrified of her because they both know she can pick the lock to his office and completely wreck the school's security and financial system if you gave her a motive and a half hour

#nemona #penny #arven #pokemon sv #mod vex #headcanons

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jolieblack · 1 month

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Jolie's thoughts on

The Retired Colourman (Sherlock & Co. podcast)

This case, in ACD's original version, is the opposite of a favourite of mine. It's somewhat pedestrian, doesn’t have particularly memorable characters, doesn’t have particularly memorable deductions, and the only memorable dialogue or interaction is Holmes famously enumerating all the ways Watson should have used his charm to get the local ladies hot and bothered. Oh boy, that just changed a lot!

Lilian Barker - In ACD canon, Barker is Sherlock Holmes's "friend and rival", the other gifted and clever private investigator that just randomly pops up out of nowhere, never mentioned before and never mentioned again after… Weird, just weird. I prefer this Barker who finally gets a personality and a narrative function (other than being a painfully transparent red herring)!

Loved Sherlock going ballistic when she turns out not to have called the police, though. And how he keeps hating her even when she provides some useful evidence. (Thank you for not letting her actually solve the case though. I was worried there for a moment.)

Another plus: The deduction that the bad guy has a prosthetic leg goes absolutely nowhere in ACD canon but suddenly it becomes an important point!

Interesting dynamic between Sherlock and Inspector MacKinnon, too. Either Sherlock has realised that the police are not always idiots or MacKinnon is a very special person, in which case I want to know more about him and how he knows and why he trusts Sherlock. And how he managed to sell Sherlock & Co. to his superiors as a "third party investigation unit"!

Details I liked:

Did it take anyone else an age to realise that Amber Lee = Amberley? I‘m so slow.

John nattering away about low emission zones for a reason.

"The plot is thickening like a thick, evil… soup."

The chess metaphors! In ACD, the chess aspect just goes nowhere, except to serve as an explanation why the miserly, unsociable bad guy sometimes has a visitor at all. Great use of it here!

Sherlock "strangling" Mr Lee when he makes fun of John's injury, and then it turns out a pretty nifty move to secure evidence. (Or was it? Interesting question, hen or egg? I guess we'll be in sweet unknowing agony about this forever.)

Mariana = Mari? Sweet but uncomfortable at the same time, for obvious reasons.

I do love the confirmation that Mariana co-owns the business and is not just an employee, though.

"Don’t say juices, it’s a family show." - "You just said fuck."

John taking his frustrations out on the wall with a sledgehammer.

And then oh boy again for how dark this whole case is. Even Sherlock actually being really considerate and protecting Mariana from trauma took a pretty creepy form. Honestly, the way he said, "Follow the thought. Don‘t run away from it. It’s natural to be scared when you know what you'll find at the end of it.", I honestly expected for a moment that he was talking her into looking at the bodies, just from the tone.

I also can’t help feeling that that moment in the attic would have belonged to John, not to Mariana. I mean, yeah, she did deserve to reap the fruit of her earlier clever deductions about the water pipe system, and Watson is absent from the final resolution in ACD’s story, too… But I‘m not sure I can ever get over the fact that John did not hear Sherlock say "check mate" in that voice.

Reality check: The police are incompetent if they missed both the walled-off extension/basement and the walled-off part of the attic after a week of searching, and if they even considered taking the bad guy to court without having done that first.

Also reality check: Like with The Cardboard Box, straight up cruel and unimaginative domestic murder hits too close to home for me to be ideal entertainment, but then Joel Emory absolutely gets points for realism. What Sherlock and Mariana find at the end of the case - two human bodies having decomposed in water for a week - is straight out of ACD canon. The podcast version just calls the horror by its name, instead of elegantly glossing over it, and gets kudos from me for that.

Check out this amazing art for the episode by @abstractfrog (Sherlock and Mariana), and @subtlehysteria 's fantastic John with a sledge hammer!

#sherlock holmes #sherlock & co #sherlock & co podcast #podlock #sherlock and co #episode notes #the retired colourman

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footygirl114 · 2 years

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Tiro Libre (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

Sooooooo, part 3 in my Rivales Storyline, deffo read parts one & two if you want to understand better... Thank you to everyone for being so patient with me, and to the people who have reached out you are amazing!!

The teams main focus after coming off the strong performance in Barcelona and the Christmas break was to bring that drive to the league and try to win it. Your main focus was not to miss your girlfriend too much, but also try to be her rock from a far while your friends were fighting for equality within the national team.

You were able to spend Christmas back in Spain, but most of the time while you were there your house was used for the girls to meet and plan their course of action. Now that you were back in Manchester you realised how much you missed the Spanish girls being around constantly. Having watched them plan their attack and get ready to go to the federation you felt like one of the team.

Being born in America you had been in the youth system for the USA but never actually got a look on the national team, until recent years you were mainly considered a bench player. It didn’t mean you never wanted to be on the national team, it just meant you could support your love and teammates in the supporters section.

One night you were sitting on the couch in your Manchester apartment waiting for Alexia to call, you had been back for a week and you had a game the next afternoon. A low-key night was planned for you and Ona who had just left to grab your take away from the shop on the corner. When she slams the door open and yells out to you, she immediately has you standing and worried.

Turning towards her you immediately see the panic in her eyes as she says “someone leaked the news, they are spinning it in their favour.” When she finishes you feel the dread in your stomach and cant help but think of what this means for the girls.

“Im sorry Ona, I know thats not what any of you wanted” you tell her as you walk towards her and immediately pull the younger girl into your arms. You always knew she was sensitive, and you know she needs this as you can feel her tears soaking through your shirt. “It’ll be okay, you know the rest of them won’t let anything crazy happen Ona.”

She sniffles and pulls back and says “you don’t know that Y/N”

Shaking your head you tell her “I do though, you really think Ale or Irene will let them get away with this?”

“No”

“Exactly, you know they have your back. You guys are all in this together.” you tell her. Before she can respond your phone rings with an incoming call from your love. “Speak of the devil” you say as you wink at Ona who smiles at you as you pick up the phone with a “Hi love”

“Hola Ale, were your ears burning?” Ona asks with a laugh.

She laughs through the phone as she says “I know you both only talk about me when I am not there”

You all laugh and you chime in “In your dreams love, we have enough fun without you dragging us down”

This gets a laugh from Ona and you drag her on the couch beside you where she settles with her head on her shoulder as you both settle in and talk with Alexia. “I am guessing you guys saw the news?”

“Yeah, I was just telling Ona how you guys will not let this get you down.” you remind her.

The way she responds makes you wish she was closer to you. “Oh Ona don’t you worry, there is no way they can keep La reina quiet, and you know we are all in this together, and I have your back”. The confidence she says that with gets to you, you know first hand how insecure she can be, and how she is worried for her teammates but she would never let anyone else know.

You have to adjust in your seat as you are a bit turned on by her confidence and you hope Ona doesn’t notice but when you squirm one too many times she asks “you good Y/N? you cant sit still.”

You immediately feel the blush in your cheeks as Alexia chimes in down the line “something caught your attention babe?” based on the tone in her voice she knows exactly what she is doing to you.

Ona s continues to look at your for an answer as you say “yes i am fine, just worried for you all” finishing with a small smile to her as you add on “I may also miss Ale a little bit.”

“Oh you do? what do you miss most babe?” Alexia chirps from the phone.

Immediately Ona stands and squeals out a “ew gross guys, I am right here”

Laughing you tell Ona “Come back, we can watch a movie and hang up on Ale for that comment.”

“hey!”

“really?” Ona asks you in a soft tone.

You smile and pat the couch beside you as you ask her “high school musical?”

She nods and settles back on the couch beside you as you hand her the remote you say into the phone “I’ll call you later babe.”

“bye Ale! Sorry not sorry” Ona chimes in.

“its okay you guys enjoy the movie. Love you both!” she says as she disconnects the call.

Ona has the movie on and her head on her shoulder when you look at your phone screen as it lights up with a text from your love “you are the best, take care of Ona for me. xoxo” reading that you know she got exactly why you needed this time with the young Spaniard.

The following days after the news breaks of the 15 players speaking out has your household on edge, waiting for the other shoe to drop. When the world steps up in support of the 15 you can see Ona start to relax a bit. She realises that maybe it's not going to be the end of her national career.

You both are heavily focused on your club games, trying to keep up the momentum in league and in cup. The girls continue to remain on fire and head into the last week before the international break on a 5 game winning streak. You are looking forward to some time off, as you have been asked by the club to help run a girls camp. Being one of the more known players not linked to a national team you were excited to help out.

When the roster announcements for the national teams started to come out you didn’t think anything of it, you never have had to. It wasn’t until you walked into your apartment to Ona lying face down on the couch not saying anything to you when you walk in. You think she’s asleep but when you move closer you realise she’s staring at her phone.

“On you okay?” you ask as you step closer and crouch beside the couch where her face is turned. She turns her phone towards you and it takes you a second to clue into the roster announcement. “Oh shit. I’m sorry Ona” you tell her as you turn her phone screen off and put it on the table.

“they left us all off the list” she says sadly.

“It doesn’t mean anything, it means that you guys have made more a stink than you thought. They’re trying to make a statement back but it won’t work. You all won’t let it.” you tell her as you reach out and brush the tears off her cheeks. “Ona you are doing this to make the sport a better place for every young girl out there. You guys are heroes. you have seen the support you have gotten from players everywhere. This won’t last”

“Maybe you’re right” she says as she sits up, you adjust to sit beside her as she says “No, you are right. I am not going to let this get me down. We still have a champions league to win, and this break will be good for me to rest up.”

“exactly, that’s the right attitude.” you agree and before you can continue Ona’s phone rings with a zoom invite to join the other girls for a strategy session. “You have fun with that, say hi to everyone, I am going to make us dinner.”

When you head back into the kitchen you hear the girls on zoom, and you can hear your loves voice comforting the others and you are again reminded how amazing she is. Wanting her to know you shoot her a text “i love you Ale, you are amazing for standing strong for all of those girls, can’t wait until I can kiss your face.”

Moments later you hear the team make fun of her for the blush on her cheeks as Ona yells out “Y/N, I am hungry stop texting Ale and make us dinner!” You laugh at her and continue on your way with dinner, only pausing to see the text from Ale says “I love you, call me when your in bed later babe.”

During the international break, Ona had decided to hang around and help you with the camp for the young girls. You were happy she was going to stay around since you could keep an eye on her, but it would also be a quiet week without her around. The end of the first day of camp you were tired and lying on the couch gathering your strength to make dinner, Ona had decided to head over to one of the girls houses to watch movies but you had a face time date with Alexia.

When your doorbell rings you groan and drag your self off the couch to answer the door. Not paying attention you open it as you ask “Mrs butler did you need sugar again?” your neighbour has knocked twice in a week for sugar.

“Well I am not Mrs Butler but I can really use some sugar if it comes from you” the voice says and immediately you lock eyes with your love.

“Ale, what are you doing here?” you ask her still standing staring at her.

She steps closer without coming in as she says “Well I was hoping to get some sugar from my love, but she doesn’t look happy to see me?”

Smiling you reach out and grab her shirt and pull her in as you say “get in here and get some sugar love.” Her hands settle low on your back as yours wind around her neck and you press your lips to hers. Every time you are reunited after being apart it feels like coming home, her taste, her touch, her smell, it completes your soul every single time.

When you hear a door slam down the hall, you pull back and smile at her as you ask again “what are you doing here?”

“well I suddenly had some free time and wanted to see you” she shrugs and leans in and connects your lips again.

Pulling back you whisper “i love you”

“te amo mi amor” she says back as she presses her lips to your forehead. You reach around her and grab her bag and pull her and it into your apartment slamming the door behind you.

She walks in and looks around and says “nice place babe. Want to take me on a tour?”

You drop her bags and walk up to her, slowly unzip her jacket revealing the crop top you know she favours. Reaching up after its unzipped you push it down off her shoulders and down her arms as you say “maybe later” once her coat is on the floor you reach her waist band and slid your hands in and pull her towards your couch. You push her back and she sits starring up at you.

“babe?” she asks as you step towards her and pull your top over your head, revealing your bare chest. You hated wearing bras when you were at home, this time being no different.

The way you watch her eyes widen when you reveal your bare chest, and it fills your heart knowing you can still get this reaction out of her after being together all this time. stepping forward you place one leg on either side of hers on the couch as you straddle her and say “I’ve missed you Ale.”

“I’ve missed you too babe, and I have missed these two a lot too” she says as she brings her hands up to your breasts, and you cant take it anymore as you lean down and press your lips to hers. Once of her hands remain on your breast playing with your nipple as the other reaches down to slide under your waistband and settle on your ass.

Moving one hand to the back of her head you bury it in her hair as the other settles on her breast over her shirt, she deepens the kiss and you feel her tongue tangle with yours and you cant help but let out a soft moan. It stirs her into action as he hand lowers into the front of your sweatpants and just as she reaches into your panties and slides her fingers through your wetness the door slams open.

“Y/N? why is it so dark in here?” she says as she turns on the lights. You and Alexia only have moment to move your hands back to safe places before Ona screeches and yells out “seriously! you have a bedroom!” as she spins back around.

You laugh as you lean back and grab your shirt that was on the ground and pull it over your head as you say to Ona “were both wearing clothes now On, sorry about the show. I didn’t know she was coming so we got a bit carried away” you finish with a shrug.

As Ona turns back around as you slide to sit beside Alexia as she says “Hola Ona, I figured I'd use the break to visit you guys and check out Manchester.”

“We both know you came here for Y/N, but I will gladly help you find the best food places because Y/N has no taste.” she says with a laugh.

“hey” you interject “if your going to stay with us you can’t team up on me thats not fair.”

“life isn’t fair babe sorry” Alexia says with a laugh as she places a hand on your thigh and squeezes.

Ona laughs and asks “are we going to order dinner? Leah only had that weird health stuff at movie night and I am hungry.”

On cue your stomach growls causing you all to laugh as you say “I guess so, since my hunger wasn’t satiated earlier”

Alexia laughs at Ona’s grossed out expression and she leans over and presses a kiss to your cheek as Ona says again “seriously get a room”

You laugh at her as you ask “okay what are we ordering then?”

When you finally get Alexia alone again later that night, after you are both spent and satiated from fulfilling your other hunger, albeit quietly since Ona was home, you are lying in your bed with Alexia curled up beside you. You are on your back and Alexia is on her side with her head resting on your shoulder, your arm under her head playing with her hair. She has a leg thrown over yours, and a hand tangled with yours on your stomach.

You press a kiss to her forehead as you ask “can I ask you something ale?”

She nods and says “Si mi amor”

“How are you really doing?” you ask quietly against her head ending with another kiss to her forehead.

You feel the deep breath she takes as she squeezes your hand and says “It’s hard, but I have to be strong for the others. You know I am not worried about not playing, I have won my awards, yeah I want an international trophy, but I don’t want to win it for a federation who treats us like this.”

She turns slightly so she meet your eyes and you lean down and press a kiss to her nose as you say “you are amazing”

Shaking her head she says “not if I end up ruining it for all the younger players, I hate that they are missing the opportunities they are for standing up, we should have left them out of it.”

“hey, you wouldn’t have been able to keep any of them out of it, you are all doing this for a reason. To stand up for the next generation of female players love. You guys are role models.” You tell her as you lean down and press another kiss to her lips, pulling back you whisper against her lips “I am so proud of you love, and I am by your side every step of the way.”

“I love you” she says back as she presses a kiss to your lips and settles back on your shoulder. a few moments go by and she says “I am so glad you have taken Ona in, I have always worried for her, but I am glad she has you”

“she’s my hermanita” you tell her.

She groans and says “no don’t, I am tired and you know you speaking Spanish gets me going.”

You laugh quietly and press a kiss to her forehead and settle on your pillow with a whispered “buenas noches mi amor” she answers with a groan and presses a kiss to your chest under her chin, you fall asleep with a smile on your face.

The three of you watched both Spanish games from your couch, neither of them going the way the federation thought they would. A 5-0 loss to England was embarrassing, but losing 3-1 Argentina was the icing on the cake of a bad international break for the team. Although hopefully this would light a fire under the federation and make them realise they need to get the players back on their side.

The 10 days you had Alexia in your bed were the best nights sleep you have had in a long time, she just made you feel more complete. She also helped Ona a lot as they were able to talk about the struggles in person, and Alexia was able to comfort Ona better than you could when it came to this.

When you were dropping her off at the airport you hated that she was leaving again but you both signed up for this, and you knew you would be seeing her soon. As you pull up to the gate you park and get out with her when she turns to you and says “I’m good from here babe, I really don’t want another scene in the airport”

You laugh at meet her at the trunk as you tell her “I am going to miss you babe”

“I am going to miss you too, I am already missing these two” she says as she grabs you in a hug and sneaks one hand to your chest and squeezes.

You laugh and pull back from her and say “you are a dork and I love you so much”

She smiles and press a deep kiss to your lips, you cant help but to smile against her lips, pulling back you say “I think we will be seeing each other soon anyway”

“oh yeah? confident in your team?” she asks with a smirk.

You smirk back and with all the confidence you say “well we beat you didn’t we?”

She laughs and says “yeah you cheated babe”

“no way”

“you did, playing the abs card wasn’t fair, but it won’t get me again” she says and she grabs her bags and settles them on the sidewalk.

You close the trunk and step up beside her on the sidewalk and she wraps you in her arms. You wrap yours around her neck and bury your face in her neck. Its a few moments later that she places a kiss on your temple and whispers “I gotta go mi amor”

You pull back and press your lips to hers one more time. Pulling back you whisper “I love you Alexia, kick Madrid’s ass so I can see you again sooner.”

“Only if you kick PSGs love” she says back.

“deal” you lean forward and seal it with a kiss. She pulls back and gathers her bags and turns to leave, turning back with a “I love you Y/N, Ill miss you”

“Love you too” you say with a wave and watch her walk into the airport.

You use the visit to fuel you, it helps to motivate you even more to want to win and be able to play Barcelona again. The upcoming game in Paris had a lot of hype around it, you had seen ads of it in the streets of Manchester and it made you excited to know that you had the city behind you.

It was for nothing, the game was a snooze fest. Neither team played well, it ended up being a 0-0 draw, Mary came up huge and kept you in the game a few times. You didn’t know what it was, it was like the other team came out flat so your team matched it. It was not a game to be proud of.

You tried to channel Alexia and get the team pumped up for the home leg, knowing it was the last chance you had to stay alive. In the middle of the champions league games you had a FA cup game against Tottenham to contend with. Deciding to light the fire under the team and focus on one game at a time, your team killed it. Took 60 minutes to get the first goal, but then the floodgates opened and you won 4-0 and moved on to the semis in the cup.

Continuing the momentum was an easy way to encourage the team to dig deep and push through, knowing that the game was at Old Trafford and a Thursday evening game you knew it would be a wicked atmosphere.

Waking up Thursday morning, you had an extra pep in your step. Barcelona had beaten Real the night before at Camp Nou and broke the attendance record, it was electric and you hoped your fans would bring it too. It also motivates you to know that winning this game would mean playing Barcelona again, and getting to see Alexia soon.

The whole day leading up to the evening game was chill, Alexia was unreachable, you knew they would be analysing game film but you wished you could speak to her. Once you got to the stadium you were in the zone, until your phone buzzed with a good luck text from your love. You continued to pump the team up in warm up and through the team huddle, then you continued with the tradition of fist bumping everyone in line before taking your place behind Mary, who was just as fired up.

Coming out flying you go up 1-0 in the first 15 minutes. The rest of the game remains a grind until the 86th minute, PSG are pressing for the equaliser. A beauty of a ball from Ashley Lawrence gets swung in and when Millie jumps to clear it she gets challenged and when she heads it clear it bounces of the PSG attackers head and goes right back into the net, flys too quickly on the redirect past a frozen Mary.

You couldn’t believe the luck, that was easily a one in a million deflection and of course it happened at the end of a champions league quarter final game. Holding on until the final whistle you know extra time will be necessary. Walking over to your bench you grab your electrolyte bottle and take a minute to look at the fans who are supporting you behind the bench, when you meet the eyes of your love.

She smiles and mouths “I love you, now go kick ass” and ends it by blowing you a kiss. You smile and feel the confidence in you reignite, and you turn and use it to pump up your team. Coming out flying you have chance after chance, you Ella hits the post twice, Alessia makes the goalie make a fingertip save. You just cannot buy a goal.

When towards the end of the first half of extra time, Katie gets a ball off a rebound just out side of the box, she tees it up and before she can strike the ball, she gets taken out. Whistles are blown and a yellow card is produced. The trainers come over and check on Katie and have to take her to the side for treatment. She’s your normal free kick taker, so when Marc yells at you to take it you are surprised, but you know you can do it.

You stand over the ball waiting for the refs whistle, and you close your eyes, you picture the training field back in Barcelona. You and Alexia and a bunch of balls, trading free kick goals for kisses. In your head when the ref blows the whistle you know exactly where this is going. Leading up to it you strike it and know its going in.

The roar of the crowd and Ona hopping on your back is your indicator of the goal. You celebrate with the team, and when you head back to line up for kick off, you point behind the bench where you know Alexia is and press a kiss to your lips and point it back towards her.

Your girls hold out and make it to the 120 minute mark and when that whistle blows the team is immediately celebrating. A few minutes later the team is winding down and you may your way toward your love. She’s moved to the bottom of the stands where you gesture for her to hop the barrier.

As she moves towards you, you cant help but smile as you notice the united jersey she is wearing. When she gets close enough you pull her into your arms and tell her “I am so glad you are here”

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world babe, that free kick was amazing.” she tells you and presses a kiss to your cheek.

Never one to participate in PDA so publicly what you do next surprises you both as you pull her into you and press your lips to hers hard. She indulges you and when you pull back you tell her “Free kick goal equals a kiss right?”

She laughs and presses her lips to yours again and when she pulls back she says “that one deserves two love”

“I love you” you tell her, “and I love you in my jersey”

She smiles at says “I won’t be wearing it again until after we play”

Sticking your tongue out at her you tell her “It won’t last long when we get home, It’ll look better on the floor anyway”

Her eyes darken and before she can say anything back Ona runs up and jumps on you both with a “amigas guess what!”

“Hola Ona good game, you were a beast” Alexia tells Ona with a smile.

You smile at them both and say “whats your news On?”

Alexia steps up beside you and places her hand on your lower back as you both face Ona when she says “Jorge is out, the federation is cleaning house and we may be called back into the team!”

#woso imagine #woso imagines #woso x reader #woso #Alexia Putellas #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader #espwnt x reader

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Don't Get Attached | Drabble Series

"I don't do that sharing shit,"

Gulping down my 3rd? 4th? Or, maybe 5th shot? I mean, it clearly really doesn’t matter anymore as I’ve already lost count of the amount of alcohol I’ve consumed tonight. Mom, Dad, I’m so sorry, but it was either this or my crippling anxiety taking over my senses in the form of a meltdown somewhere in the corner of the neon lights. With the new school year beginning, a tide of frat parties has unleashed its wrath, inviting everyone who has ever stepped foot on campus. See, I’m usually not one to fall for such a trap, but my friends decided it was “good for me”. Whatever that means. At this point, though, it's hard to decipher their logic when my own slowly dissipates into thin air.

Nonetheless, here I was, against my own will, in a sparkly halter top and some knee-high leather boots. Hey, I might be anxious but at least I look good. And, no, I didn’t dress up for anyone. Believe it or not, girls like to feel good for themselves and not the male gaze. Shocker.

Unfortunately, attention was caught, and not the good kind as from the corner of my eye I saw a shadow slowly approaching my influenced self, dancing carelessly to the hip-hop throwbacks blasting through the living room speakers. The closer they got, the more I had to squint to barely make out their face since the lights in the room became more dim, almost rivaling the same ambiance of an underground cave. However, although we were still relatively distant from one another, the stench of alcohol in his system was enough to invoke a sense of disturbance in me. With a panting breath, I took a few steps back, trying to excuse myself from the dilemma before suddenly feeling his hands on my waist.

“Hey get …” I snapped, my helpless cry cut short by the presence of another body coming in between us. Hiding behind his broad shoulders, I could no longer see the drunk head that almost monopolized my body, but merely heard the exchange of a few words between the two before Mr. X turned his attention back to my furrowed brows.

“There you are, baby,” he says slowly with a sly smile before placing a soft peck on my forehead. Flinching from the sensation of his chains on my cheek, I press my palms on his chest to create some distance between us. Great, it seems like I was “saved” from a guy with bad intentions by another guy with bad intentions.

“Baby?” I chuckle from the sheer disbelief. Who does he think he is? This better be some kind of a joke. Where are the cameras?

“Hmm, is my sweet girl still mad?” his voice is soft, but the smirk on his face is anything but that.

“Wha … what are you on?” I can’t help but yelp, trying to push his tattooed arms off of me until he pulls us closer, boycotting any hints of personal space to whisper something in my ear.

“I suggest you play along if you want him to leave,” he hushes, pressing his chest closer to my burning body, natural with his touch as his hands innocently caress my curls. Focusing on the man behind him, I could feel my chest tighten, palms getting moist from the nerves kicking in. Is he trying to suggest I play along with his act of being my boyfriend?

“Not mad, just missed you,” I whisper back into his ear before kissing his cheek as I proceed to fall into character. Tracing my hands down his back, my gaze is focused on the mischievous smirk forming on the man’s face before he takes another sip of his beer and slowly trails off into the crowd. Glancing back once in a while to confirm our act.

“Thanks,” I sigh in relief, stumbling on my heels as my hands immediately let go of his. Scanning the room, my only wish is to find my friends and leave this shit show of a party. That is until my thoughts are interrupted by Mr. X’s sudden change of manner.

“That’s it? That’s all I get?” he chuckles, fixing the chains on his neck as his gaze lowers to my lips.

“Hmm? You’re kidding, right?” I gulp down the hesitation to scream before reaching for my purse as if the only belongings I kept in there weren’t my lip gloss and 3 sticks of gum.

“I saved you, didn’t I?” his voice is firmer this time, stepping closer to place his right hand on my back before it hits the wall. Once again caged behind those broad shoulders, only this time my fear doesn’t stem from the man behind us but the one standing in front of me. I knew this was too good to be true.

“What do you want?” I hesitate to ask, before looking up at his darkened orbs. Pathetic.

“What do you offer?” he leans closer, thumb caressing my flushed cheek.

“Do I look like a fucking Facebook Marketplace to you? Get off of me, before I scream,” I slap his hand trying to escape his grip on my waist, which, unfortunately, tightened with each of my attempts.

“Scream all you want, love, and while you’re at it, maybe try saying Jungkook, just so I know how you sound calling out my name,” he teases, nibbling on his lip ring.

“I hope you rot in hell, Jung…” my comeback is abrupt as he leans in for a kiss, almost too naturally, which just fuels my assumption of his playboy acts. Again, pathetic.

“Sorry, I thought he was coming back,” Jungkook winks with a sly smirk before tucking a few stray hairs behind my ear. The fact that he is so pushy and gentle at the same time blows my mind. Have I not just been assaulted? Or, it is fine because he said sorry?

“Do you often kiss strangers?” is all that I manage to let out despite the burning desire in my stomach that’s been wanting to punch him this whole time.

“Just the pretty ones,” he whispers in my ear, nibbling on the soft skin before covering the evident cleavage peeking through my halter top.

“Don’t even think about it,” I snap, moving his face back to meet my furrowed gaze as his hands interlock with mine.

“Relax gorgeous, I’m not a total dickhead. But, you still owe me one,”

Days have passed since the chaos at the frat party, and I'm still trying to rinse myself free of the hands that were on me. My God, what a night. Never again, and that's a promise.

Ding Dong Ding Dong

My thoughts, as always, are flying at the speed of light but come to a sudden hault when I'm greeted by my project partner for the 300 level microbiology class I've enrolled in. To say that I absolutely despise this class would be somewhat of a downplay because I quite literally hate it with all of my body. And don't even get me started on the lab portion of it, I mean, talk about disappointment. So, you could only imagine my relief when my lab coordinator paired me up with Jaehyun, an Honors Microbio major. Literally hit the jackpot with this one!

“Oh, hey y/n!” Jaehyun waves with a soft smile, welcoming me in.

“Hi! Listen, I know I’m early, but it was my first time driving here, and I …” I burst out, explaining every minor detail that led up to my arrival.

“Chill there, buttercup, you're fine! I was just about to quickly shower, though, so would you mind waiting max 10 mins.” he closes the door behind me, taking my cardigan and leading us to the kitchen. To be honest, I was so nervous to meet this guy that I left my dorm almost 20 minutes earlier than planned, in fear of hitting traffic. See, Jaehyun is a very put-together student and clearly lives pretty comfortably in terms of finances. So, I didn't want to make a fool out of myself by getting lost in the rich neighborhood that I'm sure is taxing the amount of air I’m currently breathing.

“Of course! Don't mine me at all, I'll just sit right here and start making the template for our lab report,” I assure with a nervous smile, unpacking my backpack.

“Okay, do you want anything? We can order pizza later, but can I get you something to drink?” Jaehyun asks from the pantry room, rummaging through the cooler fridge.

“Oh, whatever you have is fine. I'm not picky,” I reply, watching him bring out 3 different kinds of sodas.

“You can choose, or even have all of them,” he chuckles, placing the drinks on the table with a bowl of dried banana chips on the side. Making sure I was comfortable, he grabbed his phone before heading upstairs.

“Just scream if you need anything,” his voice echoes from the staircase as the bathroom door shuts closed.

Replying with a nod, I scan the room filled with marble countertop and beautiful greenery. The house is too big for Jaehyun to live alone, so I'm assuming his parents are still here as well. Although, I have yet to see one picture of other residents or even Jaehyun himself. The only accessory on the fridge is an Iron Man magnet attached to a little note that says “Busan Boys”. Okay?

Shaking my head, I snap out of my Nancy Drew episode and get back to working on the report. Until my attention is once again sidetracked by a tiny Polaroid on the second shelf of the dining cabinet. Hesitating to get up, I eventually fall victim to my own curiosity, trying to get a glimpse of the mystery photo.

“Jeez, why are these shelves so high,” I grunt, huffing and puffing for air as I stand on my tippy-toes.

“Let me get that for you,” a male voice sends goosebumps down my back as his hand goes over mine. Before even turning around, my eyes widened at the sight of his tattoos. The ones I first noticed that night at the frat party.

“It's you. What are you doing here?” I yelp with my chest heaving up as my back presses against the countertop by the weight of his form.

“What a weird way of saying hello,” Jungkook smirks, handing me the Polaroid of him and Jaehyun at the grand entrace of our university.

“You and Jaehyun are related?” I try to hush my shock, but it's evident that the dots are not connecting. How can someone so calm and gentle like Jaehyun be associated with a walking playboy like Jungkook? I mean one of them has to adopted. Right?

“Shocker, I know.” he scoffs, leaning closer before tucking a few hair strands behind my ear.

“Y/N! Is everything alright down there?” Jaehyun yells from the bathroom, trying to outscream the sound of the hairdryer. Looking up at Jungkook’s amused gaze, my own furrows before reassuring Jaehyun that I'm fine.

“Y/n, huh?” he chuckles, moving in closer before our lips are inches apart as his one hand trails my side.

“Get off of me or else I'll scream,” I snap, trying to push his chest, which only makes him enjoy this more.

“You love to scream, don’t you? But, don't you think you should change first?” his tone suddenly changes before locking his eyes with mine.

“Why should I change?” I ask before flinching from the cold sensation of Coke spraying all over my white tank top. This idiot has been shaking the can this whole time, plotting his schemes to embarrass me some more

“Jungkook, what the fuck are you doing?” I yell, hitting his back as he throws my restless body over his shoulder.

“It's okay, love, no need to feel embarrassed. Accidents happen,” he assures teasingly, rubbing my back for support.

“Fuck you, put me down now,” I demand before my body plops onto the soft mattress as he locks the door behind us. Turning back, Jungkook's expression eases, scanning my teary eyes.

“I'm not afraid of you,” I whisper, scooting back with every step he takes.

“I'm glad,” he smirks, hovering over my frame as his chains dangle inches away. Gulping down the nerves, I could feel my chest heave up as his hooded gaze drops to my lips.

“Can I?” Jungkook softly whispers, naive to his request under the circumstances that he has already put me.

“Do I really have a choice?” I scoff, almost letting out a chuckle from the sheer arrogance.

“Good point,” he mumbles, leaning in for a kiss. Soft with his touch, his hand caresses my cheek before I finally cave in and kiss him back. Was I possessed by another spirit? We will never know. Will I regret this? Probably.

“I'm cold,” I whimper, shivering from the cold residue sticking to my skin.

“I'm sorry, love, here, let me take this off of you,” he replies, nibbling on his lip ring before moving the tank top just enough to see my belly piercing. Shaking his head with a sly smirk, Jungkook places a trail of kisses up my stomach before reaching the fabric of my bra.

“Please don’t look,” I stop his hands, glancing up at his dark orbs as he replies with a gentle nod before rummaging through his closet.

“Put this on,” he says, handing me a grey hoodie with his initials on it. JJK.

“Aren't you going to turn around?” I ask with a furrowed look, scooting up so my back is against the headrest.

“Do you want me to?” he teases, inching closer before we both stop as the sound of Jaehyun's steps gets more prominent.

“Shit, I need to go,” I snap, quickly changing into his hoodie before fixing my hair.

“Relax, he may look smart, but he is actually quite dim,” Jungkook scoffs, nibbling on his lip ring as my back hits the door. Placing each hand on my side, he leans closer, eyes focused on mine.

“Why are you so nervous, anyway? Do you like him?” he asks with a raspy voice, waiting for my reply.

“No, we're just lab partners. But …”

“Good. I don't do that sharing shit,” Jungkook is quick with his reply, giving me a teasing wink as our lips touch for the last time.

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sergeifyodorov · 9 months

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I’m very curious about why Leafs-Oilers SCF would be “Good Hockey”! What would make it Good, and what would make it Good-er than other potential combos?

few reasons

the hockey

stanley cup final is between a good western team and a good eastern team. kind of obvious but that means there are only so many possible combinations of hockey that you can make, and not all of them are interesting to neutral observers!

ok ignoring my obvious leafsguy bias. if i want to watch a stanley cup final i want the two teams facing off to be not only good at hockey but also engagingly good at hockey -- i want excitement! i want goals! i want it to be fairly evenly matched but in a way that brings UP both teams' strengths and potentially also provides highlight-reel Fuckery. some teams, let's be honest, are straight up not fun to watch if they're not Your Guys, or sometimes they will bring other teams down to their level and be less fun. i do not hate the wild but they're nicknamed the mild for a reason, you know?

there are a few teams that are Good but not Fun (carolina) and many many teams that are Fun but not Good (sens). Goodness is fairly easy to quantify, but Funness is a little more nebulous. here is my proposition for the first few Fun Qualities:

at least two stars (super-type, not dallas-type. in roope and robo's case they Are both though), or at least two guys who stand a step above the rest in terms of quality. homoerotic devotion optional but strongly preferred

quality more stemming from Hijinks than Systems. in Systems hockey everyone kind of does the same thing. in Hijinks hockey we get sillay with it

really good and sexy offense. defense optional but strongly preferred

i would like it if they didn't try and kill people on the regular

patrick kane is not there

examples of teams that are Good And Also Fun (imho)

devils (this pisses me off because of how well whatever the fuck they did worked)(that whatever the fuck is tanking, getting lucky, and signing for the underlyings)

stars

oilers (this pisses me off for reasons i can neither name nor describe)

leafs

even if you count on this list not being comprehensive (it isn't), this does not leave us with a lot of options. this is my campaign for leafsoilers though so we forge onward

2. the narrative

i am weaving a web i am webweaving. it is about connor mcdavid. it is about the curse. (you know the one). it is about the fact that the greatest player of our generation was born just outside toronto, a leafs fan born and raised. it is about the fact that on the year another generational legend was set to be picked into the league, that wayne gretzky's original team won the lottery.

the leafs won their own lottery, too, of course. one year later. they missed out on connor by a year and instead took auston matthews, the ovi to connor's sid. the goalscorer to the playmaker. the ferocious competitor to the good humble perfect canadian boy. as sid and ovi were rivals back then, so must mcdavid and matthews be. every cup run either of the older pair had, one of them defeated the other. as above, so below.

3. god damn it, patrick roy

no canadian team has won a cup since patrick roy's montreal canadiens did in 1993. he got humiliated at the forum, cursed out the habs, and ended seventy years of dominance. the league, supplied as it is in significant portion by canadian fans and players, is really pressed about telling this to us at every opportunity. they would goddamn shut up about it as soon as it was canadian on canadian violence in the scf please god.

#asks #long story short: it would break at least part of patrick roy's curse #it might break the leafs' curse #and everyone would shut up about neither canada nor mcdavid having a cup.#well. they Might shut up about mcdavid not having a cup. depending on how the series goes #also it would straight up be entertaining hockey!

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boku no hero academia, season two, part one.

prompts taken from the subs of the second series of the anime, specifically the u.a. sports festival arc. some lines have been lightly edited for roleplaying suitability. content warning for implied violence, mentions of injury.

it was foolish to throw away the advantage of having unknown quirks.

you thought everything would simply go your way.

there are plenty of people who don’t know what to do with their quirks.

what i aspire to be seems so out of reach.

hey, did you watch the news last night ? did you see how we were on-screen for a second ?

[name], you’re back too soon !

my well-being doesn’t matter.

the school sports festival is drawing near.

think of it as us showing that our crisis management system is solid as a rock by holding this event.

it’s not an event to be cancelled because of a few villains.

a lot of people miss their chance to become independent after that and become eternal sidekicks, though. [name], i feel like you’d be one of them.

if you expect to go pro, then the path to your future will open up at this event.

[name], i’m getting kind of nervous now ! i need to stand out !

[name], you have a unique way of getting fired up.

what’s wrong ? your personality’s all over the place.

you want to become a hero for money ?

you still can’t regulate your power, can you ?

frankly, i don’t have much time left as [title.]

you still feel the same as you did back then, don’t you ?

i want you to tell the world, i am here !

no-one’s better at spouting nonsense than you !

i understand how you feel, and this is more for me than you. i won’t force you.

out of my way, extras.

stop calling people extras just because you don’t know them !

i came to see what the famous [group / name] was like, but you seem pretty arrogant.

are all the students in the hero course like this ?

depending on the results of the sports festival, they’ll consider our transfer into the hero course.

if you get too carried away, i’ll sweep your feet out from under you.

i came with a declaration of war.

i heard you fought against villains, so i came to hear about it !

what are you going to do about this ? it’s your fault that everyone’s hating on us !

[name], be careful not to get hurt.

no matter what comes, we have no choice but to deal with it.

looking at things objectively, i think i’m stronger than you.

hey, hey, hey ! why are you picking a fight all of a sudden ?

we’re not here to play at being friends.

[name], you probably shouldn’t talk so negatively.

i can’t afford to fall behind.

we’re just here to make those guys look better, huh ?

i won’t let you get away so easily !

you got me with that once, you won’t get me again !

if they went through all this trouble, i wish they would’ve prepared something better.

hey ! someone’s trapped underneath !

if it hadn’t been me, someone would have died !

that [class / group] really is filled with bastards.

like i’d let you get ahead of me !

it doesn’t matter if it’s close ! just get to the next round !

it’s time for my support items to be in the limelight !

[name] is probably watching … i can’t let them see me acting uncool !

i don’t have time to worry about what’s behind me !

if i can’t take back the lead, then i can’t let you get ahead of me !

modern heroes depend a lot on their popularity, so they need to have that desire to be above all others.

you should still try to stop being such a crybaby, though.

it’s survival of the fittest, with a chance for those at the bottom to overthrow the top !

there are times when you have to kick others down in order to show your stuff.

you don’t pay attention to what’s around you at all, huh ?

[name] ! team up with me !

if we run away the whole time, then you’ll win, right ?

what’s the matter ? you look ugly, you know.

it’s just that you’re so bright that i can’t look straight at you …

they aren’t the only ones who see you as a rival.

if i team up with you, then i’ll inevitably become part of the team everyone’s watching most, right ?

[name], keep watch over our blind spots !

give that back ! i’ll kill you !

there’s no point in being obsessive over winning in the prelims, right ?

tell me about it sometime - about how it feels to be attacked by villains once a year.

i’ll be taking that now.

there’s nothing left to lose ! full attack mode !

they seem to think highly of you, [name.]

sorry, but you’ll just have to bear it !

if they don’t know about [thing], then we can use it to hold them back !

don’t you often hear about heroes who get done in by villains who want revenge ?

such nice quirks. mine’s better, though.

[name] ! picking a fight, huh ?

oh, don’t get mad at me ! you’re the one who provoked us, right ?

they can see right through you, fool.

you won’t be able to use me after this.

it’s a secret move i hadn’t told anyone else about yet.

i told you, didn’t i, [name] ? that i’d challenge you.

the feelings of those who trust in me – i’m carrying all that right now.

don’t act on your own, [name] !

i told you to say something if you were gonna jump !

we’re gonna get an indisputable first place !

it hurts, but it’s not broken !

[name], get a hold of yourself ! that was close !

even though we won, it felt like we were skating on thin ice.

i won’t use this to attack. that’s what i decided, but i was overwhelmed …

at this rate, i’ll be doing what my [relative] wants.

before i knew it, we had zero points and it was over …

[name], i didn’t know you had a special move like that ! no fair !

i wanted to do something so i could compete with [name.]

what did you want to talk about ?

at that instant, i was the only one who was overpowered.

[name], are you … [person]’s secret love child or something ?

there’s a connection between you two that you can’t talk about, right ?

if you have something from the number one hero, then i have even more reason to beat you.

i haven’t seen you since that talk we had with the press [x] years ago, huh ?

you look clueless as usual, and it’s getting on my nerves.

you’ve heard of quirk marriages, right ?

i won’t become the tool of scum like that.

in my memories, my [relative] is always crying.

the world you talked about was so different that honestly, i was scared.

no matter what you are to [name], i will rise above you.

if this were a comic, you’d be the main character. that’s the type of backstory you have.

my motivation might seem trivial compared to yours, but i can’t lose either.

i have to live up to the hopes of those who supported me.

why am i always caught up in your schemes ?

i’m gonna stand on the stage i watch on t.v. every year !

i can’t be up there with everyone without knowing what really happened.

also, why are you wearing a cheerleader outfit ?

you should just say, i’ll do my best, damn it, you prince of nonsense !

is the image of the hero you’re trying to be that flimsy ?

don’t forget that i’ve got high hopes for you !

even though you’ve done well, what’s with that face ?

put your morals and ethics aside for a moment !

i’ll stop things if they go too far.

if you know what you want for your future, then you can’t worry about appearances.

don’t you think [name] was dumb for throwing away their chance ?

you didn’t stand out at all, but could you actually be someone amazing ?

i failed the practical exam for the hero course.

a quirk that can control people, huh ? isn’t that too strong to beat ?

i’m going to say something selfish, but please do your best for me, too.

you probably don’t understand, but even with a quirk like this, i have my own dream.

lose for me.

thanks to my quirk, i’ve been behind from the start.

someone who’s been blessed like you can’t understand, can you ?

it’s good for being a villain, huh ? i’m used to people insinuating that about me.

that was a kind of boring first match.

[name], why do you want to be a hero ?

you can’t help the things you long for.

even if it didn’t work this time, i definitely won’t give up.

people are usually wary when they talk to me.

at this rate, someone’ll trip you up in no time.

don’t lose in an unseemly way.

their cries hit close to home for you, huh ?

you put some weird pressure on [name] again, didn’t you ?

when it felt like my mind was filled with fog from the brainwashing, the vision appeared as if to drive it away.

you’re in my way.

you’re acting disgracefully, [name.]

stop this childish rebellion already. you have a duty to fulfil.

i won’t use your power when i fight.

you’re good, but what’s that plainness you just can’t get rid of ?

well, i don’t feel like i can win … but i don’t feel like losing, either !

don’t you think that’s a bit much ?

sorry i went overboard. i was angry.

for some reason … you looked very sad to me.

pretty things have thorns you know !

i’ll comfort you if you’ll have me.

[name], you’ve been amazing since i met you, but this is making me think that you’re amazing all over again.

weren’t you going to fight fairly ?!

you don’t want to watch the other’s matches ?

you’ve helped me so much, [name]. that’s why i thought maybe i could help you a little.

during the last battle, i thought it’d be easier to team up with friends, but now that i think about it, i might’ve been trying to rely on you.

let’s meet in the finals.

if you’re gonna withdraw, do it now.

how can you say you want to be a hero like that ?

since you’re friends with [name], i thought you’d be up to something.

all right, let’s get serious then, [name] !

if you’re gonna do it, do it properly.

you’re really letting your personal feelings take over.

that was your idea, wasn’t it ? that damned desperate plan.

you just have to be annoying, don’t you ?

[name] was leading you around by the nose.

that was tough, huh ? playing the bad guy.

there’s always next year, right ?

if we’re talking about power alone, yours is comparable to [name]’s.

watch carefully and prepare, [name.] they may become obstacles to you one day.

it’ll be dangerous to let you use that power as you like.

i’ll be up against you next, [name] ! let’s have a good fight !

quirks are physical abilities, too. they must also have some kind of limit.

what, you’re that beat up just from defending and running away ?

with your arms like that, you can’t fight anymore, can you ?

why are you going so far ?

you’re trembling, [name.]

you want to win with just half your strength ?!

you haven’t put a single scratch on me yet, you know !

come at me with everything you’ve got !

[name], what are you planning ?

did my damn [relative] buy you off or something ?

you’re full of adrenaline now, so you’re probably not feeling much pain, but those injuries …

right now, i think you should stop screwing around !

stand up ! if you’re downed by something like this, forget beating [name], you won’t be able to take the small fry villains.

you want to be a hero, don’t you ? it’s okay for you to be one.

don’t look at that, [name.] they’re from a different world than you.

[name], i’m going crazy, i can’t take it anymore.

they injured you, so i put them in a hospital.

it’s your fault. you’re the one who made them …

it’s your power, isn’t it ?!

you don’t have to be a prisoner of your blood.

it’s okay for you to become who you want to be.

[name], don’t tell me you’re trying to save [them / name] ?

which one of us is screwing around now ?

have you finally accepted yourself ?

why are you smiling ? with those injuries, in this situation … you’re crazy.

don’t blame me for what happens next.

just because something is powerful doesn’t mean it’s good.

what the heck is up with your class ?

hey, who won the match ?

you mean you didn’t have a plan ? you were just provoking them ?

you can’t be a pro hero if you’re injured every time you attack.

you’ve finally become a perfect upgrade of me.

after you graduate, come work for me.

i’ll lead you down the path of the mighty.

it’s not something that can be so easily reversed.

it’s just … back then … for that one moment … i forgot about you.

it’ll never be the same as it was before.

i don’t like your style of rubbing salt into people’s wounds.

i’m sorry i couldn’t do what you asked.

meddling when you don’t need to is the essence of being a hero.

you must find a way to use your power in a way that is not so self-destructive.

you think that someone else should be my successor ?

you know, i was quirkless too.

you have gone beyond what i imagined, time and time again.

you didn’t have enough guts, [name] !

you forgot i could do little tricks like this too, didn’t you ?

we’ll have to watch carefully, and get our revenge next time.

you guys haven’t even noticed this warped society covered with hypocrisy and vanity.

i’ll show you what happens when you make a fool of me !

there’s no point if i can’t get higher up than [name.]

didn’t i tell you there was no point, damn it ?!

i assume there is a reason you didn’t use your full power in the final ?

first place like this isn’t worth anything.

if you had come into surgery two minutes later, it would have been too late.

why do you want to see [name / me] now after all this time ?

i thought my presence would put pressure on you, so i never came to see you.

even if you don’t want it, i will rescue you from here.

i’ll support you, but that doesn’t mean i don’t worry.

#rp meme #rp prompts #sentence starters #sentence meme #rp memes #mine.#season two.

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hillbroski · 9 days

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Tell me about your OCs please (the little brain guys™)

There are a bunch, but i'll start with the ones I'm hyperfixated on currently.

So there are these two guys, Bull and Eden.

Bull is a short guy with anger issues and a drinking problem. He basically works at a fight club and has a shitty boss. His whole thing though is that his sibling(I can't decide their gender lol) Stag went missing six years ago and he blames himself cause they got into big fight before they disappeared. Bull hasn't been able to find them/get anyone to care about their being missing since the two of them were homeless, poor people of color (they're of Mexican descent but Mexico and most world countries don't exist anymore cause it's like a post apocalypse future) , and so, much like in real life the police don't care.

Eden is a Cult Leader of a notorious gang/cult. To understand his whole thing, you have to know that this world is built on a foundation of a bunch of ancient buildings stacked on top of each other endlessly, to the point that you can't get to the actual ground very easily. These are called The Halls. This happened because a no-cost-except-for-mild-radiation instant concrete maker was invented so everyone just went ham with the buildings. BUT ANYWAYS. at some point, all these buildings go underwater, and this zone is called The Deep. An ancient Alien God lives in The Deep. Remember that.

Eden's cult lives in the Halls, which is so maze like that people who don't know their way around easily get lost so it's fairly secure. Eden himself was chosen to lead the Cult (which doesn't have a name yet) by the God of the Deep. When a new leader is chosen, they go through a ritual called Giving Over, where they are taken to a special site (there's a tree there and it's right over the Deep) and shoved into the water, either bound or in Eden's case, he couldn't swim so they just pushed him in, and the God of the Deep creates a psychic link with itself and the Chosen by putting swapping a little piece of it's nervous system with a little piece of the Chosen's heart. As you'd imagine, this was very traumatic for Eden, though more the drowning part then the interacting with a Cosmic god.

Anywho, Eden took control of the Cult from his Older Brother figure who doesn't have a name yet. Older Brother was killed by some other rival gangs and then Eden killed them. He's known for being both very charismatic and very ruthless, but don't let the rumors fool you, he is very pathetic (affectionate), his one weakness is someone *not* paying attention to him. If someone doesn't give him their full attention, he will do anything to get it.

Bull and Eden meet after Bull, drunk and having recently gotten beat up in a match on the anniversary of his little brothers disappearance , goes to a bar to drink his problems away. This bar just so happens to be a common place where gang people come to do gang things, so Edens hanging out there, and after getting bored, decides to go talk to Bull, and they have an interesting chat, in which Eden finds out that Bull is a fighter at this Arena/club place, and since he thinks Bull's interesting (HOT) he decides to go see him fight. After watching Bull do a couple fights, Eden is like, well. this guy is interesting(HOT) and pretty okay at this fighting thing. And i was looking for a new body guard. SO i might as well buy his contract from his shitty boss and hire him.

So that happens, and Bull is really confused cause he doesn't know that the random guy he spoke to at the bar was a notorious cult leader, but eventually figures it out when he meets Eden again after getting hired. After that Eden makes Bull stay in the cult complex and go through some initiation trials, all the while trying to charm Bull and failing cause all Bull cares about is his missing sibling and punching things that make him angry. However, his two braincells fire after going through a bunch of these trials and finding out that Eden doesn't usually attend them, and he realizes that Eden, for some reason, really, really *really* wants his attention. So Bull realizes he can use this to manipulate Eden so he can figure out if Eden had anything to do with his missing sibling/brother (He thinks Eden is involved because Eden was sort of indirectly involved and there was evidence) But this results in them getting into a toxic codependent situationship which some how animorphs into something vaguely resembling a healthy relationship via Bull helping Eden get over his internalized homophobia born of Mommy Issues and cooking for him, and Eden showing his undying loyalty and also helping Bull pay his rent. Then Stag (Sibling-brother) shows back up possessed by an evil cosmic god and thats about as far as i got <3

#oc lore dump #lore dump #oc lore #my ocs <3 #the sillies #hillbroskiocs #Eden #Bull #long post #also sorry this took so long lol #first ask #<3

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sort of on the topic of OCs and also sort of just because I've never actually told anyone this before and I kind of just want to say it because I can:

I have a crossover AU that's been living in my head since 2020 where one of my OCs, Em, is an android from Aperture Labs, which tried to position themselves as a rival company to the Argos Initiative and secure funding from Delos. Aperture ended up being unsuccessful and their experiment was shut down due to a lack of financial support, but they decided not to destroy their android protype, who is modeled after Em, a 19 year old girl who volunteered to become a test subject for the project.

The prototype reboots herself, escapes from the Aperture facility, and after a lengthy journey winds up lost in Los Angeles. She gets in a minor dispute with a random guy in a metro station and has a Very Autistic Coded misunderstanding, and Caleb stumbles across this encounter and defends this girl against the other guy a la "Is there a problem here? This guy bothering you, miss?" Em is not quite as perfect as the Delos hosts, so Caleb pretty quickly realizes once he's talking to her one on one that she's a robot. Because of course she is. Of course this would happen to him.

I first came up with this following the season 3 finale, when I had no idea that Caleb was going to wind up with a family in canon later on. So instead he was going to essentially wind up adopting Em and treating her as if she was his own daughter. They were gonna break into the Westworld park system to try and figure out a way to stabilize Em's programming core because she experiences mild corruption and acts up in a very similar way to how Delos's immortality project hosts do.

In the 2022 version I made up after learning about season 4, I changed a few things so that it would be a little more in line with canon. After Caleb susses out Em's intentions, he determines that if she was truly any kind of threat to him, he would probably already be dead. So he offers to let her stay with his family until they figure out what to do. He'll be keeping a hypervigilant eye on her, because that's just what he does at this point, but again she sort of becomes like a second daughter. Frankie loves having Em around, she's like an instant older sister and she either doesn't notice that Em is a robot, or she just doesn't care.

Uwade is a little less thrilled about the whole thing. Robots and smart AI technology have been banned ever since the destruction of Incite. If anyone finds out that the Nichols are harboring one in their home, there could be disastrous consequences for that. Then there's the added concern that even if nobody else notices Em is a robot, she looks like an adult teenager who just randomly appeared in their home one night. Which is bound to raise a few questions too. So she's just not sure Caleb has really thought this idea through.

The canon events of s4 unfold as usual, with the main difference being that after Caleb leaves his family under his friend Carver's protection and Carver is taken out by a replicant version of himself sent by Hale, and when Frankie learns her dad supposedly died on the outskirts of the 1920s park, she becomes much more distrustful of machines and that includes Em, who she shuns and tells to get lost in the aftermath. Em takes the advice and leaves to try and find answers for Frankie and Uwade. She gets close, but then she tries to confront Hale and gets killed for her trouble.

#i'm an underachiever — out.#i don't do anything with this plot rp-wise it just. stays in my brain #although now that i've put it in words. on my blog. i am playing a dangerous game #but if there's one thing you need to know about caleb #it's that in spite of incite's machine doing everything it could to prevent him from having kids... he is GOOD with kids

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Choose violence ask: 10, 12 and 25 for Galactik Football

k imma be honest this was really hard cuz like. Galactik football is a really small fandom so we don't really have a general "fanon" consensus or really a general Anything consensus so i had to think abt it real hard

10. worst part of fanon

ok so we don't really have a fanon (again) but something i saw in some fics (not bashing anybody btw) quite enough was making the other SK super unlikable to the point of OOC just to make another character seem better or more sympathetic (it's Micro-ice). Just. Complete assholery to a ridiculous level that would never happen in between the main cast(at least in the first 2 seasons) just to make u feel bad for the guy.

And i don't understand that. Because like. Micro-ice is already kind of mistreated in canon? he literally never got an apology for the way he was treated (which made him RUN AWAY IN THE FIRST PLACE!!) and everyone just returned to being friendly with each other despite them never addressing Micro-ice's feelings in a proper way imo. So WHY would you feel the need to make the others OOC to a ridiculous degree to try and make people sympathize with Micro-ice??? He's ALREADY SYMPATHETIC!! Just adress his feelings !!!

Oh and this was also done mostly for shipping reasons because...of course.

Can't have a character have a healthy support system outside of the one person they're dating!! Nope!! We HAVE to isolate a person from their friends by making them uncharacteristically horrible just to make the only outside option look better!! Peak romance!! /S (literally it's just the family friendly version of that fanfic trope where writers kill off canon characters who 'get in the way' of their ship lol)

12.the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

Ok so i know "unpopular" in this context means hated or unliked but... I think i agree with most of the fandoms opinions on this one lol. Just to check, The hated characters that come to my mind are Yuki(don't really hate her on her own, but her relationship with Micro ice makes me wanna throw myself off a cliff so as a side effect i dislike her), Mark(no strong opinions to give except "he's boring" which we've all heard a million times by now), p much everyone in s3...idk i can't really remember anyone else. I personally find duke Maddox annoying but that's not the point of the question

So I'll take this as LITERAL unpopularity. You may have noticed but a while back i was obsessed with The Shadows and giving them personalities since i was upset that as the rival team they never got screen time. I think i was the only one that cared about them lol so there's that. It's just...Sinedd was a semi-main character! And they made a big deal out of him leaving for the Shadows!! And then NEVER expanded on them as a team other than "they aggressive 😢" !!! They should have done something with them!!!! Also the other rival teams as well. We should have gotten more alien content in this sci fi series goddamit!! They all have lots of potential that was unfortunately unused imo

25.common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

I agree with most common fandom complaints..but as this is a small fandom, so we probably think of different things (or I'm just forgetting something)

The most common complaints i hear are that the pirates subplot took up too much time, clothing design being wack and generally disliking season 3. i agree with those, personally.

Again you and i probably think of different things when we hear "common fandom complaint" so feel free to tell me which ones i may have missed because I'm probably forgetting a lot

#galactik football #milli's monologuing #choose violence ask game #the shadows #micro ice #Micro-ice #cuz they're mentioned

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imabeautifulbutterfly · 2 years

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The Gym Membership - Part 11 (Tech)

Summary: Tech does his best learning to deal with the path set before him.

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

I know I sort of left you guys on a cliffhanger before I went on vacation, but don’t worry there’s one more chapter for the Tech story line, and just like Wrecker and Hunter’s story it will continue through the Echo and Crosshair stories as well.

We all know Tech is a sweetheart, and he’s been handed a crappy hand, unfortunately sometimes such is life.

Please note I am not a medical professional in any way shape or form, every mention of medical procedures or topics have been researched, as such some information may be inaccurate. If you are experiencing medical concerns please seek out a medical professional for help.

Chess game that is played through out Tech’s portion, is the game played by Kasparov vs. Topalov - played Jan 20 1999, at the Hoogoes A tournament. Please note I am not a chess player, I do not watch chess, hence why I focused on an already played game.

Warning: Flirting, kissing, grief, anxiety, implications of coitus, Tech without a shirt on, breakdown, crying, discussions of diagnosis, nanotechnology mentioned, mentions of physiotherapy, mentions of prosthetics, I think that’s it, if there are warnings I missed please let me know.

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In the past four weeks, since their first date, Tech poured over every article he could find regarding Kamarie’s diagnosis, there had to be something, some form of treatment that was abandoned, maybe an obscure article which could eventually lead him to a discovery, an experiment which had initially failed simply because no one realized it only needed to be tweaked to suit the patient.

Yet, with each article that was discarded after it failed to provide the answer he needed, one thought kept coming back to him. The only thought that gave him the strength to carry on reading another article: there had to be a reason why he was born as intelligent as he was. He was going to find a cure, that’s all there was to it.

He was a brilliant man, the best when it came to military intelligence, when it came to scrutinizing the intricacies of how complex systems worked. His IQ rivalled that of some of the greatest scientists in the world, and yet here he was in the kitchen of his home looking for clues like a man desperate for a glass of water in the middle of the desert.

Despite his promise to Kamarie, he wouldn’t spend hours and hours on research trying to find a cure or any sort of experiment for her to try, he couldn’t help himself. He just needed more time with her, truly, that’s all he wanted. Ever since that night she told him about her diagnosis, his own thoughts were filled of making every moment count, as many moments as he could have with her.

In fairness, he kept his promise for a total of three days, it was after they had spent their first night together, did he realize he couldn’t keep his promise. Almost, as soon as she fell asleep, he snuck out of the room and began his research. He learned everything he could about her condition. Memorized statistics as though he would be asked at any minute of the day for important information.

Really all she asked of him was to give her his time, she just wanted to be loved. Which he readily promised, assuring her while he was with her he wouldn’t bury himself in research, but he never said anything about when he wasn’t with her or when she was asleep. As long as there was hope somewhere, he wouldn’t let the regret of wasting two years of being in love with someone from a far only to have to lose her so quickly eat away at him.

Tech purposefully woke up early, to continue his research as he sipped away at his coffee, making notes of any research he thought had the slightest bit of hope. He even looked into homeopathic remedies. He wasn’t a man too dismiss something simply because it was a more natural way of healing the body.

He sat there scouring through articles, completely focused on the task at hand, his coffee growing cold with each passing minute, pushing his hunger aside, and completely unaware of the sound of soft footfalls against the tiles of the kitchen, that were slowly coming up behind him, closing the distance to where he sat.

“What are you reading?” I asked as I came into the kitchen, wrapping my arms around Tech.

Her voice threw him for a second, he couldn’t believe he was so unaware, as a soldier that was despicable, as a scientist however that was understandable, “Oh um … just …” he couldn’t find the words to tell her the truth about what he was doing. His hand tightened around the tablet in his hand, he was always so careful, in the past four weeks he had read over 1000 different articles, and today of all days, he messed up.

“Lung Cancer Staging” I read over his shoulder, I didn’t have to read the rest of the heading, I knew what he was up to, “Tech …”

Tech lowered the tablet, turning to look at Kamarie, she didn’t look upset, maybe slightly disappointed with a hint of amusement, the smell of orchids filling his nostrils as she stayed leaning against him, “I know, but I just … I need to know everything I can, I want to … there has to be …”

“Tech” my hand caressed his cheek as I shifted away from his back, taking the the seat beside him. I wanted to be angry, to be annoyed but whenever he looked at me with those gorgeous copper eyes my resolve broke “I understand. However, my dear, you have to understand there isn’t anything …” I stopped myself, I didn’t want to take away any sense of hope he had, but he also needed to be realistic with the situation we were in. His eyes bore into mine, a sadness was present there behind his admiration.

I cleared my throat before I began again, I hated to be the one to do this to him, “… Love, what I mean to say, everything that was possible to help with my condition, has been done. All the trials and experiments available, in an attempt to try and reduce the size of my tumours, have been tried. Tech, there’s simply nothing more anyone can do. Believe me, I don’t want to give in and resign my fate to what it is, however I researched and reviewed every article, poured over every peer review journal, memorized every failed experiment, called in every favour to take a look at military experiments and research grants … I had colleagues, friends, Oncologists all over the world review everything in my file trying to see if there was an ounce of hope any where. I don’t want to be the one to tell you this, my love, but there is no course of treatment left for me to try. I’ll give you access to all my notes and memos, my medical history, reports and opinions from various oncologists, doctors, therapists, technicians, and you’ll realize just as I have there’s nothing more that can be done, love.”

His eyes welled up with tears, he couldn’t … he couldn’t have wasted two years, not when he just found his heart, Tech sent up a silent prayer as a single tear escaped and was quickly wiped away by her touch, “I would greatly appreciate an opportunity to review any information you are willing to let me be privy too.”

“Of course, my dear” I rested my forehead against his, his hand came and rested on my waist. He shifted me, till I sat in his lap, his arms wrapping around me, as his head shifted till it rested in the crook of my neck, I could feel his hold on me tighten, afraid that I would disappear and vanish before his eyes. I rubbed his back and comforted him as much as possible.

I had time to adjust to my diagnosis, to come to the realization that it wasn’t a matter of how many years I had before my life was over, but rather how many months I had left. He simply needed time and I understood that clearly. Truthfully, he had been handling all of this quite well since he found out, and I was surprised he hadn’t really reacted outside of asking a few questions here or there. His reaction was very different from Pre.

“What would you like for breakfast, my love?” Tech tilted his head to look at Kamarie’s warm eyes and loving smile, he wasn’t going to lose her, even if he had to go down to the bowels of hell to find a cure, there had to be something to keep her here with him. He was going to reach out to some of his contacts today. However, for right now he was going to make sure every second he had with her, was treasured.

“I would be quite content with yogurt, some fruit, maybe a touch of honey and a green tea”

“Coming right up” he placed a kiss on my shoulder, before I shifted out of Tech’s hold and back into his seat. I glanced from his tablet, back to him.

There was something so mesmerizing about the way he moved, I would be perfectly content to sit at this kitchen table and watch Tech move around the kitchen all day long, for the rest of my days. Also didn’t hurt that he was looking quite fetching, he was wearing his silk black pyjama pants, his chest bare, my love bites quite present on his neck, collar and chest. The man wore them with pride, and I loved him all the more for it, a smile graced my lips as I took my time enjoying the view before me.

“You are aware, cyare, a captured image endures indefinitely” Tech stated without even looking over.

“Excellent piece of information, love” I pulled out my cellphone and took a picture just as Tech stood with fruit and yogurt in one hand, and his hand resting on the door of the refrigerator.

“Darlin’,” Tech walked over to Kamarie leaving the yogurt, fruit and honey in front of her, leaning over till his lips grazed hers, “if you display that image to anyone, you are in trouble.”

“Tech, dear” I answered pressing ever so slightly against his lips, “those images are for my personal admiration and for my eyes alone”

“Then it is only fair to keep the status quo, I believe I am entitled to take one of you, would you not agree?” Tech leaned back, watching Kamarie sit there in his silk bathrobe, accentuating all her curves, her gorgeous umber skin protruding through; there was a smirk on her lips as she took a spoonful of yogurt, her luscious lips slowly inching away from the base of the spoon, Tech took his picture. He couldn’t help smile as he looked at the image.

“Satisfied?”

“Quite, but we will have to take some more later” Tech smirked as he headed over to the kettle.

“What are you two talking about so early?” Echo asked rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he was still getting used to living with Tech, after Zaina and Hunter became an item, he decided it was only right to give them and Omega the space they needed to become a family. Even though Zaina hadn’t moved in officially, she was there more often than she was at Mel and Wrecker’s.

“How incredibly dashing Tech looks this early in the morning”

Echo looked from Kamarie quirking his eyebrow to Tech, tilting his head back and forth as he took in his brother, “He does look rather dashing. Good job, vod. Although if I were you, I may put on a shirt if you don’t want the guys to make fun of your hickeys” Echo chuckled, as he stood by Kamarie.

“How would they know?” Just as he turned around to look at Echo, he heard a click, a smirk appearing on Echo’s lips as he fidgeted with his phone.

“Because I just sent them a picture” he chuckled, as he walked over to grab a cup for some of the coffee that Tech always made a touch too strong.

“You’re bluffing” Tech ignored his brother focusing on his breakfast, when he heard his phone began to buzz, and then he heard Kamarie’s phone begin to chirp nonstop until she put it on silent.

“I don’t think he was, love” my voice was holding back the laughter that clearly wanted to erupt at that moment. Tech simply let out a long derisive sigh as he put his own phone on silent, I didn’t have to see him to know there was a giant eye roll happening at that moment. I thought it best to change the subject, “Echo, would you be comfortable if I inquired as to your prosthetic, there are some queries I have been pondering”

“Oh …” Echo looked to Tech, who simply shrugged, “Yeah, I guess. Sure.”

“That is most gracious of you, thank you.”

“No problem”

“Have you experienced any sort of discomfort? Predicaments? Malfunctions?”

“Umm…” Echo took a moment to really think as he prepared his coffee with hazelnut non-dairy creamer, there weren’t a lot of things that he indulged in, a few things that made his day, and hazelnut coffee first thing in the morning was one, “You know, I haven’t really noticed anything, I mean there has been some discomfort, but that has more to do with me falling asleep with my prosthetics on, which I try not to do.”

“Seems understandable, you take the time to properly massage your limbs, correct? Using the moisturizer to aid and soothe your connecting points?”

“Oh absolutely”

Tech passed her the green tea, as he took the seat beside her, pressing a kiss to her temple, before taking a sip from his second cup of the day “One final question, if I may?” Echo nodded as he took the seat in front of the couple, “Have you experienced any hydraulic issues?”

“No. Nothing like that, most of my issues come from when I forget to remove the prosthetics, they are so connected to me, I forget sometimes they’re not real.”

“When did your trial begin?”

“A year ago, maybe a year and a half. Just shortly after Mel moved in with Wrecker, so when’s that?”

“15 months” Tech answered

I simply nodded as I took in his answers, “We are working on something new, I believe you would be an excellent candidate for the new phase prosthetic we are working on, would you be interested?”

“Can I still keep the ones I have?”

“Absolutely. At least until you have made your decision if you will be accepting the next phase or declining.”

“Understood.”

“Interested?”

“Oh definitely, I mean these prosthetics are amazing, I can’t imagine how you guys have improved on it.” Echo glanced from his cup to his brother’s girlfriend, “Honestly, Kamarie, I don’t know how to thank you, you’ve done so much for us veterans it’s … we appreciate everything you’re doing.”

“Echo, you are under no obligation to thank me, I am elated to be able to aide you and the other veterans in the program. As soon as I have completed my breakfast I will contact my assistant, to make sure you are on the list for the next phase prosthetic trials.”

“You got a good one there, Tech. Never let her go”

“That is my hope” Tech stated, as his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her in closer, Kamarie couldn’t help smiling as she rested her head on his bare shoulder.

“I gotta get ready for work, Tech you’re off today, right?”

“You are correct”

“Alright, well enjoy your day off you two” Echo smirked as he headed to his room.

“Did you inform him of my diagnosis?”

“No. The only one I informed was Hunter, and as you know that was due to the shock I was under. I have no doubt Hunter informed Zaina, however, she is very conscious when it comes to personal information and would never betray a confidence.” Tech took Kamarie’s hand in his, intertwining their fingers, “You never told me about the new phase”

I shifted my head on his shoulders, giving myself an angle to look at his gorgeous face, a smile graced my lips as I looked into his golden hazelnut eyes, they always held a considerable amount of warmth and comfort, especially when he looked at me. I was disappointed in myself, I should never have allowed time to pass, all this time I could have spent in his arms, spent time looking in those eyes, feeling those lips against mine, “I would be beyond elated to inform you, my dear, of every detail, however, may I propose a plan?”

“I am intrigued”

“Echo, will be leaving in a few minutes for work, correct?”

“That is correct”

“I propose you and I return to your room, enjoy our day off in the most enjoyable way possible, after which, I will explain in detail the next phase prosthetics, does that seem agreeable to you?”

Tech tapped his chin, for a second pretending to ponder the question, before tossing Kamarie over his shoulder carrying her back to his bedroom, closing the door with his foot, her laughter filling the hallway and bedroom as he laid her gently down on top of the bed, his lips finding hers almost instantaneously, as her hands caressed his bare chest.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“Nanotechnology?”

“Exactly”

“The idea is to form a permanent link between the arm and prosthetic truly making it one?”

“Eliminating the need for the chip entirely” I showed Tech the layout and diagrams for the next phase on the iPad as my back pressed against his chest while we laid in his bed, only his bed sheet covering us.

“Cutting down on the brain surgery required for the prosthetic”

“A dangerous surgery, that not all patients are able to undergo; this will allow for greater access to the services we provide to all veterans. However, it will only work if all the issues with the hydraulics are completely eliminated, as this is extremely experimental technology.”

Tech took the pad from my hand, “Kamarie …” he started as he examined every detail, “this is brilliant. How would the technology work? Would it create new nerve endings? Repair the old ones? Or would it form as a conduit between the brain and the prosthetic itself? What about the prosthetics themselves, would they have nanotechnology in them in order to make them more compliant?”

“A mixture of all of them, creating new endings, repairing damaged nerve tissue, and forming new neural pathways so the prosthetic feels more natural.”

“Interesting. Could you show me the diagram for the nanotechnology?”

“Of course” I opened the tab for the technology, I watched as Tech took his time reading everything there was on it.

“Has this technology been used for anything else?”

“Currently, no. It was developed in our labs, however if this technology does work as we hope, it could provide a new avenue of surgical repairs, or even field medicine. Tech, the implications behind this technology could open the door to an avenue of medicine we have never dreamed of.”

“How do the nanites function? Do they have their own battery? How much energy are they expending?”

“We created the nanites to be self-sufficient. They absorb finite amount of energy from the body tissue, just enough to keep them going. There is a chemical reaction that occurs in that moment allowing them to create their own energy. We estimate a single nanite could function for 60 years, depending on the patient.”

“By your estimation, the nanites could function for the rest of a patient’s life span and beyond. What will happen when the patient passes away?”

“As the nanites need the living body tissue to absorb the energy needed to create the chemical reaction, they become inert the moment the body ceases to live. Without the constant recharge from the body tissue they will simply begin to decay along with the rest of the body.”

“Fascinating, how do you program them?”

“A complex coding that allows them to determine whether a tissue is viable for repair or if a nerve ending has been severed that needs to be reattached, or if a new bridge needs to be formed.”

“Could the coding be changed?”

I took a moment to think about it, as I snuggled further into Tech’s arms, “There are over thirty million lines of code, each performing a specific function, it is possible to change certain sections of the coding, it’s primary function is locked through several different firewalls, and executive codes needed in order to change any portion of the primary function code.”

“Interesting, if you would like I can try and see if I can infiltrate the primary function, make sure it is as protected as you believe it to be”

I turned my head to look at Tech, “Do you doubt my abilities?”

“Not in the slightest, however it does not hurt to double check your security, and the trust you have in your people.”

He had a point, just because I knew I could trust my people, does not necessarily mean someone couldn’t find an ingress we had overlooked, a tiny flaw that could easily corrupt the program. Especially if these nanites were going into former and active soldiers, the possibility for sabotage was too great, “Agreed, I am not so obstinate or headstrong to truly believe we have covered all of our bases. I will provide you with a security clearance and access to the coding, when would you wish to test your theory?”

“When is the phase trial to begin?”

“In one month.”

“How does next week sound?”

“Acceptable.” I took a moment to really look at Tech’s eyes, there was so much determination and confidence in those eyes, I could read a lot more than I think he realized, “You really believe you can crack my defences?”

“Rook D1 to D4 capturing pond”

“You may be confident in your aggressive moves, however it will leave you too vulnerable in the end, you will find you are sacrificing your ponds and ground coverage for nothing, only to leave your king vulnerable. Pond C6 to C5.”

“Simply because you may decide to keep your defensive line close to your royalty does not necessarily mean you have the winning hand or strategy, my dear, it simply means when I win, and…” Tech pushed back his glasses to make his point, as his arm tightened around my waist, “I always win, it will make my victory that much more enjoyable. Rook D4 to D1. I do believe you are now the one to worry about vulnerability.”

“My defences speak for themselves, but if you would care for a demonstration very well, knight D7 to B6.”

“Pond G2 to G3”

“King C8 To B8”

“Hiding are we, hmmm, afraid that my forces will break down your barriers?”

I took a minute to look at the smirk on Tech’s face, my hand reaching up to caress his face, “You broke down my barriers a long time ago Tech, I only regret not realizing it sooner.”

Tech hadn’t been expecting that confession, he hadn’t been expecting any of this, in that moment his heartbeat quickened, his pulse sped up, he turned his face slightly to be able to kiss the palm of her hand, he gave it a chaste kiss, at first. His hand gently cradled hers as he gave it a more determined kiss, his lips trailing and leaving kisses along her arm’s pulse points, until he finally connected his lips to hers.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Tech had never spent a day off quite like the one he just had, Kamarie had to unfortunately head back to her apartment, she had a meeting in the morning, and wasn’t able to stay the evening, both extremely disappointed regardless they had spent nearly 48 hours together.

Watching her leave, feeling her slip from his grasp as she stepped away from his arms when she headed out to her car, was a feeling he wasn’t expecting. It created an ache within him, to know each time she walked away, could be the last time he watched her walkaway, the last time he got to hold her. He felt his strength leave him, and weaken his resolve, he needed to sit down, needed to breathe, as soon as he sat down in the living room however his breathing strained as the warm bubble and tears begin to rise and slip out.

When Echo arrived home a few minutes later, the last thing he expected was to find Tech on the couch, his head in his hands as he cried a gut wrenching cry. Echo dropped everything at the entrance, rushing over to his brother, pulling him into his arms, he’d never seen Tech lose himself the way he had.

As soon as Tech felt Echo’s arms wrapped around him, he clung on to his brother’s form for dear life, he almost lost him in Afghanistan, and now he was losing the love of his life and there was nothing he could do about it.

“It’s okay, Tech, just let it out” Echo held the back of his brother’s head as he pressed him into his shoulder.

“I … I-I … I can’t … she … I love her” it was all he could say, it was the only clear thought that was running through his brain, among the million of other thoughts running around at the same moment.

“I know, Tech. She knows too. We all do. What happened?”

“She … she’s … she’s d … she’s dy … she’s dying!” He let it out with such a furry, with such hatred, if it was possible to blast those words with a cannon from his chest he would’ve. They were factual and the truth behind his relationship with her. He felt Echo stiffen at that moment, and it was then Tech remembered Echo didn’t know about her condition, about her diagnosis; that thought and that alone got him to stop spiralling and pull himself together, he pulled back from Echo, ashamed to be looking into his vods eyes.

This was the second time he let her condition slip without her consent. One of the few things she could control in her life, and he just took that away from her, he hated himself.

“She’s dying?” Echo’s voice was barely above a whisper, his heart broke into a million pieces for his brother.

“I wasn’t …” Tech ran his hands through his hair, “I …” what happened to his million thoughts? What happened to his words? Why did he sound like a child? He closed his eyes steadying his breathing, he was going to have to do damage control, “Echo, you were not suppose to be privy to that information.”

“How long have you known?” Echo didn’t even really register what Tech stated in that sentence, something about information, privies. He simply focused on Tech’s eyes, hoping his stare alone would give him an answer to his question. When none seemed to be forthcoming, he opened his mouth again, “Tech, I asked you a question, how long have you known?”

“Since my first date with her”

“Who else knows?”

“Just Hunter”

“Which means Zaina probably knows too”

“More than likely, although she has not broached the subject with either of us.”

“How long?”

“I’m sorry?”

“How long does she have?”

“We don’t know”

Echo shook his head, that couldn’t be right, “What?”

“It’s a long story, but the long and short of it is, we’re on borrowed time.”

Borrowed time. Echo remembered how those words hung around in the air, when he had arrived at the medical tent. Several nurses and doctors kept referring to him as being on borrowed time “I will not say anything, but you need to tell her I know”

“I will send her a message, informing her of your unfortunate education into the matter.”

“It’ll be okay, Tech”

“I hope so, I do not want to disappoint her”

“You won’t. Anyone who looks at you, the way she looks at you, as though you are the very air they breathe is willing to forgive a lot, if you are genuine with your apology.”

“Very astute observation. Thank you”

“Of course, vod. Now I’m assuming, as you are still in your pjays, you were … pleasantly engaged for most of the day, and as such probably didn’t eat a lot.”

Tech couldn’t hold the self-satisfied smile on his face, nor the heat that rose from his brother’s implication, “You may arrive at such a conclusion, yes”

“Mmhmm, I’m busy working for a living, going to physio, you’re in bed enjoying the company of your girlfriend all day, I see how it is” Echo chuckled, hoping his little humour would ease the tension his brother was clearly feeling, “How about I make you some dinner, you know give your brain and body some time to regain it’s energy, and stop diverting blood flow from your more important organs.”

He wished for the ground to open him up and swallow him whole at his brother’s insinuations, was it his fault that they found each other irresistible? After all they did try to get dressed and look somewhat presentable in order to head out for some lunch, but quickly found that neither wanted to leave the comfort of his bedroom, and more specifically his bed. Plus there were all kinds of food delivery apps they could use, which is exactly what they utilized. Thank goodness for text message alerts. “I will take a shower in the meantime” was all Tech really thought of saying hoping to move on from the subject.

“Take all the time you need, I’ll figure out what we have and start cooking something.”

“Thank you” Tech offered as he stood from his seat and went to freshen up. The fear of losing Kamarie pushed to the furtherest corner of his mind, it was hidden there along with the fear he felt upon hearing what happened to Echo and to Wrecker. The fear of not being able to do anything to help, was locked there as well, hidden along with his other fears and tragic memories he didn’t want to think about.

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

“How is your infiltration going?” I couldn’t help myself, Tech had been at the computer desk for over seven hours trying to find his way into my defences, he hadn’t said a word from the moment he arrived at the computer terminal, much less left the terminal. I placed drinks and food throughout the day on the desk beside him, not wanting to distract or disturb him. However, I made a point to check on him every thirty minutes just in case.

He wanted to gloat, he wanted to smirk with joy, he wanted to show her how well he had done, but seven hours later and he had nothing to show for it. “My dear” Tech wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to sit on his leg, “this is one of the most ingenious security systems I have ever seen. Is this your own creation?”

“Mostly mine and another engineer”

“Question my dear”

“Yes, love”

“Ever thought of adjusting the programming so the nanites can conduct other more difficult complex functions”

“Such as?”

“Repairing tissues and other injuries”

I placed a kiss on Tech’s temple, “I know what it is you are pondering, my sweet man”

“Pray tell me, what am I pondering?” His hand squeezed against my waist.

“You are trying to determine some way for the nanites to work attacking cancer cells, am I correct in my estimation?”

Tech couldn’t help but smile at his paramour, “Well I shall simply say you are neither correct nor incorrect, however, yes my mind did trail along such thoughts.”

My head rested against his forehead, closing my eyes, “That is how the nanites came into existence” I stated quietly, before pulling back, “We are working to program them for higher and more complex based functions, however there is a concern that simply attacking the cancer cells will cause greater problems within an already disease ridden body. The coding needed for attacking the cancer cells, is extremely complex.”

“Maybe I could offer my assistance to refine the program, assist in some way”

“Thank you, love” I placed another kiss on his cheek, my lips lingering on his skin, “however, the scientist in charge is extremely finicky”

“Finicky?”

“Okay, highly suspicious of everyone. He really trusts no one; barely trusts me. He has some … issues. Let’s just leave it at that”

Tech couldn’t help laugh at her scrunched up face, “Alright, I won’t press the issue further, however, please let him know I am willing to offer my assistance.”

“I shall give you a glowing recommendation” I placed a kiss on his neck, cupping his cheek. “How about we go out for dinner?”

“Sounds like a plan, and then retiring to my home?”

“Sounds perfect”

Tech placed a kiss on her lips, “There is something I wish to ask you, cyar’ika”

“Which is?”

“You’ll have to wait till dinner” he nuzzled his nose against hers, before placing another kiss, his hand doing the best he can to avoid touching her hair, as it rested on the nape of her neck, pulling her in closer, deepening the kiss.

I took every moment to deepen the kiss, I allowed my hands to wander all over his chest, back and through his hair. I wanted to put him in a better mood, especially after I tell him the news from my last doctor’s visit. My heart was pounding, I didn’t want to burden him unnecessarily, but he had a right to know about my updated diagnosis.

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You and me, babe, livin' for dreams Lifin for love, drinkin' for free Sittin' on top of an old robot, sharin' and carin' it out... The memory's scrubbing you down!

Kamen Rider Geats is filmed in front of a live studio audience~! Seriously, I guess we're going back to that family sitcom vibe Revice had, if only for a bit. But hey, this should be fun, right?

We've got a new set of Riders to become our friends! ...or our enemies, one or the other~! And the triumphant return of homegirl Na-Go about to rock! Witness the Scheme game unfold!

Spoilers, I guess...

-Wan Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanchi

-You did it, Ace! You saaaaaaaved the world!

-Recording!

-Neesan.

-Okay so this obviously indicates that Tsumuri is older than Ace, which lines up with Kokoro Aoshima being three years older than Hideyoshi Kan (...holy fuck, once again I'm a little bit older than a Kamen Rider lead, Jesus it's only gonna get more common from here...), but like... how much older, do you reckon?

-Of course, she definitely was a good bit older than him when he started playing, but I'm wondering if the DGP is a time immemorial sorta deal. How hard did the Qin dynasty fall with the DGP's influence? Were there like a bunch of early Mycenaens playing Fortnite against the Jamato? Did they ever get Linto and Gurongi in on the action? Was the first ever winner of the game like an Australopithecus Africanus?

-Oh wow, I forgot, he made all of the DPG management his family.

-...I can't imagine how lonely he must feel if he thinks Giroli and Tsumuri are acceptable family to him.

-Does this mean Punkjack is his cousin?

-HER FACE UHILJI

-Oh hey, the new cast are in the !

-There's Owl Grandpa, heard a bit of buzz about him.

-Ah, yep, there's Punkjack. Hareruya Win, his name is, which is... very funny, guess they continue with Halloween content well into November like I do.

-Goat Girl! I really hope you're cool too.

-No Na-Go in the intro, huh? Weeeeeeeeeeell, I saw her everywhere in the lead up to this arc, so I guess she's coming to play again soon enough.

-Having a nice family dinner~!

-Looks quite delicious.

-Dad!

-Oh wow, man can cook!

-Y'know Tsumuri-neechan, your loving single father still found the time to cook for his two children. How about we just relax and enjoy this lovely moment?

Tsumuri: I've been done playing house since two weeks ago, when is it gonna end? Ace: Well, if you find someone who can kill God, then I guess I can stop being your little brother- Tsumuri: Shin Megami Tensei VI confirmed! Kill him!

-So, you thought just now to ask about that, huh Ace?

-That we... don't know, hahahahaha :)

-Oh! You just... Win once and you get to play forever and ever.

-...to be fair, that does seem an effective way to get things going.

-Who's the rival of this arc gonna be?

-"Oh shit, Ukiyo Ace."

-Starting today, you are Kamen Rider Buffa Deez Nuts!

-"Wait a fucking second, I hate Geats!"

-"Dude what the fuck, why would you wish for that?"

-Oh shit, Neon! Whaddup girl? Can't wait to see you get that badass new form I saw all over the internet!

-I see John and Ben are doing well!

-...Ah... well, she's definitely still trapped in that house with her mother. That's quite terrible.

-"Do you miss her? :3"

-Keiwaaaaaa, my bestie! I missed you for two weeks!

-Gotta gamble.

-Hmm... this is definitely different. ...perhaps Morio rubbed off on him on an unconscious level.

-Tanuki soba! I hear that Tycoon's core is bundled with a cup of that stuff. That is certainly... a decision.

-Where we droppin', boys?

-It's game time.

-Papa Giroli's mask is super cool.

-Jesus Christ, Ace, what the fuck are you getting the system to give you now?

-Watch, it's gonna be something phenomenally petty like him wishing to meet a

-Desiiiiiiire!

-Oh fuck, he's got eyes on Tsumuri-neesan.

-Poor Azuma is just 110% done with all this.

-Grandpa!

-Oh this guy's gonna be like super evil.

-I'm guessing there's no age limit aside from "over the age of 18", which I guess is fair enough.

-Wow, okay, just stick your brother and the creepy guy coming after you on the same time.

-Jolly Roger!

-"Hey, I don't want this old dude or this random chick, can I trade them in?"

-Oh wow, there're... two three-man teams, I guess he's got a point.

-An Item!

-Oop, there's the Zombie Buckle Azuma loves so much.

-What the fuck are these names... Zelgar? Uzul'Arc?

-Y'know, I think a tutorial stage would be very helpful.

-Or at the very least, some kinda antepiece. Uh, Route Kanal in Half-Life 2 starts by making you pick up the crowbar to get rid of the boards blocking your way, and after that you get jumpscared by a Scanner that you instinctively smack down. And a bit after that, you have to kill Metrocops to progress, which you can usually do pretty easy because all the necessary information was conveyed to you beforehand. That kinda forward thinking would help a lot with keeping players in the game longer.

-Come to think of it, the Jamato give me big Combine vibes.

-Monster!

-I'm the Punkjack!

-Win, I hate you so much you're incredible hjhhlkj

-We transformed!

-These pirate guys

-"Oh, ho! My baaaack!"

-"FUCKING HELP ME YOU SCRUBS"

-I liked you way better when you never talked, Punkjack.

-Ah, so Giroli's not the GM. ...or, at least, not in charge of the game as a whole.

-"I wanna be young again!"

-Quite... interesting uses of literal godlike power, but.

-You are not a normie, Win.

-Okay I take it back, you're really fucking funny.

-Damn.

-Shut yo ass up, Mom. Trying to marry off your kid to a corporate suit. You should be ashamed.

-...I have to wonder, does the Game Master have a vested interest in helping Neon?

-Oh shit, Dad.

-OH SHIT NAOTO

-Neon, your dad is TimeFire!

-Tsumuri-neesan!

-"Well, you guys are fucked."

-Who could you possibly wanna get married to, Goat Gal?

-Oh she just straight up dipped.

-Well, I can't say I found you disappointing, Goat Gal. Hang on, I'm looking this up, what was your name again? Yukie Yaginuma? Letter?

-You certainly were The Letter (Wii U, 2014), not to be confused with the infinitely better Filipino VN The Letter by Yangyang Mobile.

-How about you, Grandpa Tanba? Keilow?

-"Fuck it, it's Ninja Time!"

-Taking a massive shit.

-"Time for you to lose, Fox Boy."

-If you don't fight, you don't survive!

-Na-Go, woooooooo!

-Oh shit!

-Kurama Neon's time to shine!

-BEAT!

-That cheering is ours.

-BEAT AXE!

-Homegirl got herself an axe bass. Just like the kind Marceline had.

-Damn, music and cat motif on the same female Rider? Takahashi must really be trying to make up for Yaiba and Poppy.

-Tactical Blizzard!

-Ah, you can just

-Do that now, damn girl.

-Yeah, that's awesome, I love this power-up. You've more than earned it, sweetie.

-Round 1's over!

-Good job, dipshit.

-"Did that massive shit you take make you feel better?"

-Gotta love homegirl Neon.

-Gotta get that wish!

-"Why do you fight, Fox Man?"

-What on earth happened to Fox Mama?

-The Game Master picks the players.

-Oh shit, Geats got a gold scarf.

-A cipher, huh? Are we perhaps getting Jamato script?

-Oh fuck, a labyrinth.

-Alright, speculation time!

-Neon's dad. What's his name, Kousei? He's obviously gonna be important later. My guess is that he's somehow related to the people in charge of the DGP. He's definitely not the big boss, but the fact that Neon got drafted back in with such an obviously amazing Raise Buckle to start tells me that he's definitely got strings to pull.

-Now, about Fox Mama... I find it very interesting that they got a notable seiyuu to voice her early in the season where she first appeared. Yuka Terasaki, you probably know her as Korrina in the XY seasons of the Pokemon anime, Hephaestus in DanMachi, Kudelia in Gundam: Iron-Blooded Orphans, or... perhaps most notably Luna/Ruka in Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's. This is wildly speculative, but I think that perhaps the actress we saw in Ace's flashback was a Shemp for Terasaki, who actually has done live theater in the past, and Toei's just building up for her grand appearance in the late-game of Geats.

-Anyways I think that's all for now. Join us next week, for real this time when we continue gaming! ...in a big dumb maze!

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