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whalesforhands · 4 months

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of public transport and amusement parks

summary: gojo satoru has been sheltered his whole life, never having seen the amenities available to the general populace until his first year of highschool. (ft.first year!sashisu)

The turnstiles clatter against a certain someone’s thigh, a clench of teeth, red cheeks and the shine of a slightly teary gaze as his hands quickly fly to grip onto the affected area.

Gojo Satoru is not going to admit he was hurt by the inanimate gate that allowed entrance into what his classmates called ‘public transport’.

“What an idiot.” Ieiri Shoko is sipping upon an iced coffee, the bitterness lingering on her tongue as she crossed her arms, her totebag shifting slightly as she rolled her shoulder.

“Rich people are certainly a different breed.” Geto Suguru is less than impressed by that new pompous classmate of his, a quirked brow and narrowed eyes.

“Is he… Okay?” You’re in two minds as your nervous eyes flitter between your all too calm classmates and the one practically kneeled over in pain.

“He’s perfectly fine. Look at him.” Suguru’s tilting his head towards the boy that was limping towards your little group, a frown on his face and words said through gritted teeth. “Commoner amenities…”

“Oho? I thought you were the one who wanted to go?” Geto’s face is smug as he watches irritation emanate from his classmate, your form inbetween the both of them as you feel the tension raise.

Oh no.

“Spouting off as if you’re so high and mighty, am I starting to rub off on you, Weird Bangs?” A provocation as sunglasses start to slide down the length of his nose.

“Dream on, pretty boy. I’d rather swallow a thousand curses.” Flared purple meet egoistic blue.

“Why? Don’t feel like talking things out with me?” A smirk upon his good-looking face. “I’ll make sure to say everything real~ slow for your ears.”

Rising attitudes and sparks fly.

(You’re trying to hide your face behind your sunhat and pretend you don’t know these two.)

“Oiii, train’s coming in 2 minutes.” Thank goodness for Shoko, you feel her arm hoop around your arm. A hushed whisper under her breath.

“Let’s go before they start a brawl.”

Grand opening of XY Amusement Park! The largest ferris wheel, the fastest rollercoasters, a beautiful carousell and much more! Come enjoy a fun-filled day of adventure with your family and friends!

(Not to mention the cheap entrance fee just for students.)

And Gojo Satoru was hooked. It was a spur of the moment decision, a yearning want in his chest, an impulse that pushed him to burst into the dorm loungeroom, flyer in hand and sparkling eyes that expected full compliance.

“Huh?” Geto Suguru is blinking at the flyer basically thrusted into his face. “You’re into this kind of thing?” Copper-purple scan over the colourful words and cute mascots littering the paper before he lifts an arm to push it away.

“Stop smushing it onto my face, I can see perfectly—“

“Weird bangs, I demand you to show me the way to this!” The flyer is pulled away to reveal an all-encompassing blue that commanded attention; a hint of childish excitement within those sparkling orbs.

A look of disgust. “No way. Get there yourself.” Geto easily dismisses him as his gaze flits back to the book upon his lap. “This kinda thing is a waste of time.”

A quick rejection, but as a Gojo, he won’t give up so easily.

“Oi, healing girl! How do I get to this place?”

“I-ei-i-ri.” She slowly enunciates each syllable of her last name, her grimace slowly devolving into a smirk upon her face as she notices the irritation on the white-haired boy grow. “Why? Can’t figure it out yourself, genius?”

She still hasn’t forgiven him for eating the strawberry roll cake you had bought for her earlier this week.

Another rejection. Will he really not get to go afterall…? Maybe he can ask Yaga or somethin— His ears perk up at the sound of a muted squeak.

Crystal blue immediately shoots to your form reading a magazine on the sofa, hiding your face away behind the papers as you curl up and make yourself seem small.

A devious grin.

“Sayyyyy…” He thinks for a moment, eyes narrowed and a smirk upon his face. “(name).” A shiver runs down your spine at the mention of it, drawled out with each syllable enunciated with an underlying motive.

“You know, I’ve always been locked away in my home.” There’s a groan from Geto at your side, a chuckle from Ieiri at the table.

Gojo chooses to ignore both of them. “It’s been so lonely… And I’ve never gotten to experience such peasant activities.” A sideways glance reveals that his head is downturned, a melancholic smile upon his face.

“It would be nice to have some memories…”

You can still sense the evident pompous nature in his words, yet you still freeze in expected guilt, nervous eyes hooked onto the same sentence you’ve been rereading since he entered the room. It looks like ruffles are a charm point this season…

A patter of socks against the wooden floor, and he’s towering above your sitting form, sunglasses pinned onto your ‘distracted’ self.

“You wouldn’t deny me the chance to have a normal highschool life, would you?” A pout in his words as you slowly start to lower the magazine.

Maybe it’s a good thing that he wants to involve himself in such activities…

——

“None of you have any sense at all~” Ieiri Shoko is absolutely glowering with pride, a flip of her short hair as she holds onto the stuffed whale that she had just won. A lovely blue, fluffy and mochi-like in texture, beady little eyes and a dopey smile. It was adorable.

A win of the century, as compared to the tiny windchime Geto held and the empty hands of Gojo.

“How did you even do that…?” Suguru is at a loss for words as his little consolation prize jingled lightly.

“Huh? You don’t get it?” Shoko’s smile grows ever wider. “It’s just like a fwoo, you have to let it go; then it just happens.” The look on her face was just too proud, the explanation just far too lousy.

Gojo Satoru’s head steams with confusion as Geto Suguru just scratches his head.

“Too bad then.” She’s humming as she approaches you with her grand prize. “(last name), here.”

Your eyes are widening slightly, squeezing the softness of it in your hug. It’s— freaking adorable.

“You’ll… Really give this to me?” Your face feels hot, embarrassment and gratitude flooding through your very veins.

“(last name).” A snap of fingers fail to snap you out of the staring trance you were in. Confused brown following your trail of sight to the large, fluffy mass that was the whale you couldn’t keep your eyes off of. A carnival prize?

“Oiiii.” She tries again, and there’s yet another failure, your eyes still blank. Looks like there’s only one solution. She turns around to face the arguing duo, cutting in their conversation.

“Anyone up for a challenge?”

“Thank you, Ieiri…!” You stare down at its beady little eyes. “I love it!” A cuddle into its face as you giggle.

The smile upon your face is worth it enough for her, a satisfied hum leaving her as she twirls her hair.

“Show-off.” Gojo crosses his arms as he pouts. He clearly could’ve won that too!

“If you’re so upset,” Shoko’s eyes gleam with mischief as they spot the haunted house attraction close by. “I have just the perfect thing.”

——

“Ieiri…?” You’re whispering into the still darkness as you take a step forward, arms crossed tight to your chest as you continue forward slowly. “Are you there…?”

(The haunted house required you to place everything you held into a locker for safekeeping.)

“See? There’s nothing to be afraid of—“ She’s cut off abruptly as a hand appears on her shoulder, pulling her into the darkness unnoticed as you turn the corner.

Now you’re all alone, wandering the creepy halls lined with lingering shadows and unsettling sounds that made you squeak in surprise. It wasn’t long before a jumpscare caused you to turn tail, backing up quickly only to hit something akin to a person, your screams echoing through the halls before a hand is placed over your mouth.

“Please calm down—“ The familiar calming voice of Geto Suguru is blown into your ears. “It’s just me.”

(Oh. You feel like smacking him for scaring you like that.)

——

You can barely make out the silhouette of him in this dreary dark, always trailing a little too far from him. “Ah— Here. Hold onto my arm.”

“Are you scared, (last name)?”

You nod, only to hear a laugh that makes you hot with embarrassment, your body immediately facing away from him with a self-conscious pout. “Sorry, sorry.” You hear him stifle his chuckle. “We quite literally deal with curses. It’s funny that you’re still afraid of such things.”

“I-It’s just the atmosphere…! I’ll be fine after we get—“

There’s a sudden crying wail of a child, one that causes you to jump in surprise, your classmate immediately standing in front of you protectively as he feels you tense up.

“Mama…! Mama, I’m sorry! I won’t run away from you anymore!” There’s a little boy sitting upon the ground, knees to his chest and crying. “Please save me…!”

“(last name),” His eyes turn to look down at you. “You can open your eyes now, it’s not a jumpscare.”

Geto was the first to realize.

Are the staffs not around? How could they miss him? You notice the ordinary civilian clothing he donned, out of place from the ‘deep sea terror’ theme of the haunted house.

He certainly was not an attraction.

——

“And your name?” The little boy was held in your arms as he continued to sniffle lightly, small hand gripping onto your shirt as you walked towards the exit.

“Junpei…” He blows his nose into Suguru’s handkerchief. “Yoshino…”

“Yoshino,” Your voice takes on a stern, yet all too gentle tone. “It’s bad to run from your mother. She could be so worried about you, you know?”

You feel him bury his face into your shoulder, a whimper coming from his already small voice.

“You have to apologise to her, okay?”

“Okay… I promise, big sister…”

Geto Suguru finds it funny how your fear disappeared the instant you had to help someone, how quickly you disregard everything else. You didn’t even notice that you were walking ahead of him, fear absolutely dissipated as you near the exit.

“You’re a good kid, Yoshino.” A grin on your face is just barely seen, a look of gentle fondness and happy eyes.

He thinks it’s kind of cute.

——

“Crepes.” He repeats the words back to you as you hold the strawberry cream flavoured one out to him.

“Yes, Gojo-san…”

(Geto was actually off puking his guts out after losing to Gojo in the parfait-coaster showdown. Just what kind of monster is this menace to be able to down 5 overly sweetened parfaits without a sweat? Especially after they had just rode the biggest rollercoaster available there 7 times in a row.

Ieiri just wanted a smoke break.)

So that left the both of you. Alone. Together.

“Um— G-Gojo-san, would you like—“ Your eyes are darting throughout the park. You really, really feel the awkwardness of being left alone with him without Ieiri or Geto here to subvert his attention towards them.

“Crepes?! I-I’ll pay!”

That’s 1300 Yen down the drain…

“So this is what I’ve seen in all those anime.” He’s close, poking at the treat and the shine of the glaze. “Commoner street food.”

“Ahaha— Ha… Yea.” You want to die, gulping nervously when you catch a glimpse of the wholly unimpressed gaze he gives you. The dessert is gingerly plucked from your hands, an almost bored gaze having trained their eyes on it, before they flicker back up to you.

He’s unnerving.

You’re twiddling with your fingers, eyes looking to the side as you feel sweat start to form from your nerves. Please, please…! Any god up there please make him stop scrutinizing you so much…!

“…it’s— Good!” His eyes are shimmering, cream on the corner of his lips as he takes another bite, and another, and another. There’s an entire crepe stuffed into his mouth before he knows it.

A jolly melody gallops into his ears, his eyes widened, sparkling with childish wonder.

“What? Whatcha staring for?”

“Your lips—“ You point to the corner of your own pair. “There’s something there…”

A pointed stare and following silence.

“Well? Get it for me?” It’s expectant, almost as if he was asking you what you were waiting for. Is this a byproduct of being waited on hand and foot? Nevertheless, your own handkerchief is produced from your pocket, leaning up to dab lightly at his chin.

It was meant to be a joke. He didn’t expect you to actually— Did you always smell so good? Your sudden close proximity shoots a tingle into his cheeks, hell, not even those maidservants got this close to him—!

“O-oi—“ Your eyes look up to stare at his, head tilted to the side and a pretty (colour) that he never really got to look at up close, his hand subconsciously holding onto your wrist as you began to pull away.

Did you always look so—

“Uhm… Did you want the handkerchief too…?”

A breeze flutters by your hair, the swaying in the wind causing a swirling in his heart. His eyes are slightly widened as they keep staring into your own, a pause in the atmosphere as his senses are all focused on you.

(He’s just been staring at you. You really want to run away now.)

“I-I’m sorry, you can have it too…” You release your wrist from his grip and place the cloth onto his palm, nervous stuttering and tripping of your words. “I think I heard Geto calling for help…”

And you ran. (You really liked that handkerchief…!)

Gojo Satoru realizes there’s quite a few things he doesn’t know about you, the fabric of your handkerchief soft against his palm the flutters of it much alike his heart.

——

“What are you listening to?” His voice is quiet, smooth on your ears that tingle slightly due to the proximity.

“Just… Something, I suppose.” Your whisper back to him is barely audible, trying to keep your conversation hushed as Shoko’s head nuzzled on your lap. If you’re being honest… You have no clue what you’re listening to, the old portable music player softly murmuring lyrics into your ears.

“I don’t think I know this song…”

The mere sight of seeing Gojo Satoru passed out upon Geto Suguru, your whale plushie hugged tight to his chest and his head lolling about the long-haired boy’s shoulder as drool seeped from the corner of his lip.

(You’d think that your usually gentle classmate would throw him off… But you’re pleasantly surprised he didn’t. It’s strangely… Relaxing right now.)

“…do you like it?” His soothing voice is refreshingly clear within the mumbling snores of your 2 other classmates.

“Mmm…” Your eyes close to focus on the sound just a little bit more. You don’t think you can really decide, or make an unbiased decision when your heart just feels so at ease.

A decisive hand removes the bud from the side closest to Geto, body shifting ever so slightly and nudging a fast asleep Ieiri that doesn’t stir. Your careful fingers gently prod his ear, a sheltered lull playing that begets an amused chuckle.

He could just imagine your face right now, proud, and anticipating silently for his reaction as he loses focus on the song.

It was on that day that Geto Suguru decided that you really were cute.

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Notes:

Shoko and Suguru only decided to go after you agreed to bring Satoru.

Gojo Satoru has been to amusement parks before. It’s just that whenever he went, the entirety of the park was booked, an army of bodyguards followed him to-and-fro in utmost silence and it was just… Lonely and unenjoyable.

Jujutsu High provides assistants that will drive students to their mission sites. Keyword; Mission sites. Hence Gojo’s request for private transportation was denied.

Gojo Satoru learned that taking the train isn’t as complicated as it seemed.

Geto got separated from Gojo in the haunted house, and he found you by following your screams.

nvy’s aftertalk:

guys i had so many rejected drafts for this i couldn’t decide which ones to put 😭😭

#dyf au #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #jjk x reader #satosugu x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader

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facecollapsedthroughentropy · 16 days

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104 Degrees (M.H)

Summary: Meet-cute with Matty, loosely based on "104 Degrees" by Slaughter Beach, Dog.

Word Count: 667

Warnings: This is disgustingly cute, my teeth are rooting from the sheer amount of sweetness.

Author's note: I haven't written in a long time, so bear with me. If you have any requests for blurbs or imagines, send an ask! I would love to write more for Matty. :)

It was the first day of summer in London. The midday sun was blazing down, distinct shadows of each tree cast down upon the bustling streets.

Matty was sweating, the sun beating down and the lack of water didn't help in any way. Maybe a trip to the bookstore in this unbearable summer heat wasn't a smart choice in hindsight, atleast so he thought.

He stepped out of the small boutique, a bag filled with books in his hand. Beads of sweat were forming on his hairline and even in his linen shirt, he felt clammy. Looking through the crowd, he observed each and every one of the passersby.

Families with their children, sticky ice-cream-covered hands gripping at their parents'.

Groups of teens going on shopping sprees, clad in the hippest clothes and iced coffees in their clasp.

Oh.

His eyes suddenly landed on something, or rather someone. There she was, sitting alone on a bench just outside of his go-to café. The swarm of people simply blending into one mixture behind her, leaving only her figure in focus.

A book in hand, which he promptly recognized to be Murakami's "Kafka on the Shore", and a pair of deeply tinted shades sat on her nose.

He knew it sounded cheesy, even cringing at his own internal thoughts at that second, but he was taken, completely and utterly enthralled.

He watched as her hands reached up to tie her hair, how the sweat stuck to each strand at the back of her neck.

He didn't know how long he had been standing there, but he was abruptly pulled out of his trance when her gaze lifted to look at him. His unbelieving stare reflected in her dark set of sunglasses.

She smiled at him.

His brain short-circuited. Good God, what was he doing! Smile back, you idiot!

He grinned, after an embarassingly long second, and lifted his hand up to wave at the woman. The next thing he heard was a crash.

Oh no...

His books went tumbling down onto the pavement and right at that moment, he wanted to be swallowed whole. Change his name and forever disappear, preferably to somewhere a bit colder.

He quickly reached down to collect his clumsy mess, hastily shoving it into his totebag in hopes of her not having seen his little accident.

He reached to grab ahold of his last book, ironically another work of Murakami's: The Wind-Up Bird. His hand instantaneously covered by a foreign one, trying to help him by picking up the last piece.

"Thank you..." he spoke softly to the stranger and smiled looking up. He was met with his own reflection yet again, which slowly disappeared as the stranger lifted up her shades, revealing her glimmering eyes.

"You're welome," she said in an amused tone, clearly having seen his antics.

Matty's face turned beet-red. This couldn't get any worse, could it?

"Uhm," he started trying to piece together a coherent sentence. Why was he like this! His usual, overly-confident self was gone, off on holiday and never to be seen again.

"Nice choice," she stopped his blubbering and handed him the book.

"Yeah... One of my friends recommended it to me," he spoke out nervously, reaching up to adjust his curls.

"Thanks again, for helping me and all," he chuckled out softly.

She hummed in response, grinning up at him and opening her mouth to respond, just to be cut off by the overly-eager man.

"Do you want to get something to drink? So I can pay you back for your kindness y'know," Matty offered hastily, beaming at the woman he had yet to know the name of.

Overtaken by his sudden confidence, the woman beamed back at him. Internally, she was going crazy. The minute she saw him step out of her favourite bookstore, she knew she was done for. The way his curls feel onto his forehead, how the light linen shirt contrasted his dark tattoos.

Oh God. She was entranced.

"I would love to."

#matty healy #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fic #matty healy fluff #matty the 1975 #matty healy imagine #matty healy blurb #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 fic #the 1975 imagine #the 1975 fluff

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foryiujeans · 1 year

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umbrella for two.

synopsis. sharing an umbrella with a stranger at the convenience store out of nowhere made you and him more closer.

pairings. stranger!gunwook x fem!reader.

warnings. none.

word count. 2.1k

general taglist. @forsobeans

“oh, it’s raining.”

the clouds were gray and gloomy outside. you placed your hand on your cheek just observing how the sky was becoming sadder. suddenly, your train of thought was lost when your friend tried to scare you by slamming on the table; it failed miserably.

"hey y/n, why do you look so down nowadays?" haruto questioned you, sitting down at the table next to you after getting his peach tea.

"just cause. it doesn't matter now," you replied in a monotone voice giving no expression whatsoever. "; just hope it doesn't rain, that'll just ruin my mood more."

he tucked in their lips nodding his head realizing you need your alone time. they walked out of the convenience store, bidding you goodbye. the sounds of dripping water echoed your ears, turning to see it was starting to rain. with a tired sigh, you gathered your things to go home.

you slung the totebag on your shoulder, heading outside and seeing the last free umbrella that the convenience store had hung beside the entrance. the moment you walked outside, it started to rain very heavily. great, exactly what you wanted. recently the weather really affects your mood moreover the rain was not helpful to your current situation.

as you were about to grab the umbrella, a figure had already took it beforehand. eyes travelling to the person, he was wearing a blue hoodie, the hood resting on his nape. he was tall and looked scary.

“oh, do you want this?” his deep voice asked, holding up the umbrella.

his eyes were staring into yours, his were full of worry, “well, i do but you got it first so-”

your awkward tone made you fiddle with the ends of your skirt. the stranger was glad you understood that he was the one who took the umbrella first but then, he was also worried that you might get wet from the rain just because he was the one who had the umbrella first.

“where do you live?” his sudden question caught you off guard, looking at him strangely.

“seoul high dorms, why?” you asked which made his lips curl up into a smile of excitement and rushed to get you under the umbrella.

it felt like a drama, in slow motion and everything. he looked at you with those eyes you wished so desperately would look back at you. he smiled at you like a cute puppy that has lost its way.

he pats your shoulder carefully, “we go to the same school!, what block?”

“block d, near the school entrance.” his smile even widened when you said that, you were guessing his was close to yours.

"well, then we should go and did you not bring an umbrella?" he asked facing you. you stopped in your tracks and just stared at him.

"no...i guess i'm a little tired for that. " you lightly chucked.

he just stared at you - your face showing how worried he was for you. the tension along with the sound of the rain made you want to pour out your feelings right then and there. the both of you stopped walking and stood there under a tree in a neighborhood near the school.

suddenly, the stranger had got out a plastic bag, searching into it with his hand, “i’ve got sweets, want some?”

“oh, sure.” he had given you a pack of gummy bears for you and him to share while walking to the dorms. he had held onto the umbrella and continued walking with you. from the store to the dorms was only a ten minute walk so it didn’t worry you both.

“so, umm..,” he pursed his lips into a thin line, “i’ve never seen you around the campus before, what’s your name?”

“y/n, class 1-A, you?” you were munching on the gummy bears at this point while conversing with him.

he hummed while looking ahead at the side walk, “ah, the smart class. park gunwook, class 1-C, major in performing arts.”

throughout the whole journey to your dorm, you and gunwook both were talking about school, life and hobbies, including your class gossips. talking with gunwook, made you more comfortable and good after the stressful studying you had with haruto. you acknowledged that the male beside you really liked performing arts just by his story of his own interests.

the sudden stop of walking made you and gunwook stop talking and stare at the building in front of you. a smile appeared on his lips while closing the umbrella after entering the door.

“well, i’ll see you around at school, y/n.” his gummy smile made you return it, “i’ll surely search for your name on the board.”

“hope to see you try, gunwook.” a laugh escapes your lips and shook his hand firmly.

gunwook only stared at your figure when you walked towards the elevator, butterflies in his stomach when you gave him such an angelic and sweet smile. he clutched his hand on his chest, squealing quietly and walked to his dorm.

an umbrella that brought two human beings close.

a/n ! thank you so much for reading and giving me requests. i’m thankful that you guys enjoyed reading it and giving all the notes and support. i do not own any characters, music or pics given, will definitely work harder for the next ones !

signing out, miaaa hihi !

#zb1 oneshots #zb1 #zb1 fics #zb1 x reader #zerobaseone #zerobaseone imagines #zerobaseone fics #zerobaseone x reader #park gunwook #gunwook #gunwook x reader #gunwook imagines #zb1 imagines

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anitalianfrie · 1 month

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please please tell me more about bezz uni student au that lives in your head

anon i went and opened the unibo nightmare site just for you, i hope you know this

first of all, small introduction to the univeristy system in italy: uni is usually divided in two segments/degrees: triennale (three years) and the magistrale (two years). this is true for the majority of degrees with some exceptions like medicine, which is six years and is not divided in triennale and magistrale.

bez either does mechanical engineering or something like. economics. and is a fuoricorso (meaning that he's been studying for his degree for more years than it should actually take). he lives in a shitty rented apartment with mig and pecco and a misterious third flatmated who bails on them in september which means they are in dire need of a new guy to replace him. Pecco remembers about a kid his mum told him about, the son of a friend of a friend of a friend, and scrambles to call him and ask him if he needs a place to stay. Luckily for everybody, Cele does.

so cele, nineteen and doe eyed, who's about to start his first year in uni (he's an engineer 100% i just need to decide whether mechanic or aerospace) moves in. and that's how it starts, idk yet about the rest but something will happen. angst will occour.

vale is the crazy professor every single one of them had (either physics or analysis or something equally crazy) and has an insane feud with marc who teaches his same course/is in his same department. rosquez craziness is never out of my aus.

bez goes around with totebags, is an active member of various uni associations and lives out of pasta al tonno (pasta with canned tuna) than he still manages to cook abysmally and things he heats on the pan (not the microwave bc the apartment doesn't have one) that his mum makes him every weekend when he gets back home. he doesn't know he's bi and living with cele (gay, out and proud. okay not really proud nor out but doesn't hide it. kinda involved in the uni lgbt association after the first months, asks bez to go scout it with him and bez almost implodes) sends him to the deepest pits of gay hell and desperation.

idk what the others would study yet tbh.

#bez of course has an insane beef with marc even in this universe #i haven't fleshed out this au perfectly yet just know that bez goes thru 1837347 gay crisis as does pecco #the only one who's chilling is mig tbh #unibo au #bezzetti #c'è posta per me #motogp

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iamknicole · 8 months

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Prologue

A/N: This does not go with my Bloodline Family Series. It is its own series. Enjoy!

Warnings: Angst, mentions of prison, 18+ ONLY

Chapter One

One year earlier

Adjusting her black Spanx against her thighs then her oversized t-shirt, Moriah DeBreaux grabbed her totebag from her seat then closed her car door. Locking the door behind her she jogged to the front porch of a house familiar to her childhood. The steps carried her to the front door and after ringing the doorbell, she took a step back.

Her eyes wandered around the neighborhood while she waited, taking note of all the kids playing and adults on their porches having just as much fun. The sound of the door opening caught her attention, she prepared to greet the woman who had meant, and still does, a lot to her with a smile on her face. However, that wasn't the face staring back at her. Her smile dropped into a frown.

"Damn, Moriah, you don't look happy to see me."

Moriah's head tilted at the sound of the voice, her confusion stalled her response all together. Within moments, the screen door swung open and the now man that she hadn't seen in years was right in front of her, staring back.

If this was years ago, she would've been excited to see her friend, the one that crushed on her throughout their friendship and vice versa.

"Then again happy ain't a emotion that ya mean ass like to show."

With a slight shake of her head, she shook her confused thoughts away and brought herself back to the moment.

"First, I'm not mean, Isayah. Second, it's not that I'm not happy," she explained, tearing her eyes away from his for a moment, "I'm confused. I wasn't expecting … I didn't know you got out."

It was his turn to frown but his came with a chuckle.

"Chill with that Isayah stuff. I'm still Zilla, you know that. You ain't expect me but you at my house?"

She rolled her eyes at him. "Chill with calling me mean. I'm at your mom's house cause she told me she had something she wanted me to look at for her. Is she here?"

"Nope," he laughed, folding his arms across his chest, "She ain't here right now. Said she had something to do but wanted me here cause she had a package coming."

Moriah scoffed. "She set me up."

"What?"

"Your mom set me … both of us up but mainly me."

Zilla moved to sit on the chaise to the left of him, his eyes never leaving her face. His brows went up waiting on her to finish.

The whole time Zilla was in prison, his mom and Moriah stayed in touch as much as Moriah allowed. The older Moriah got, the more she realized and understood why she was angry with him to which the older woman gave her encouraging words and advice. The main thing that was told to her was the two of them needed to really talk and see each other but Moriah always politely declined his mother's invites.

"She knew if she just invited me over to see you that I wouldn't have come." Not missing the flash of hurt and confusion on his face, Moriah continued. "She knows how mad I've been at you, she knows that's why I never went to see you. The only thing I could stomach that had to deal with you was putting money on your account when I could and gifts on your birthday and Christmas."

"All of which I appreciated. I know you mad at me for gettin locked up and not listenin and shit. I apologize, forreal. I was bein dumb as hell."

Switching her tote from her left hand to her right, she brought her free hand up to her face, rubbing at her nose.

"That's not it, Zilla so you can keep that rehearsed ass apology. Just," she paused to collect herself, "It doesn't matter. Tell your mom I came by."

Zilla jumped up from his seat, grabbing her gently before she could step off the porch. He wasn't prepared for the tears in her eyes when he turned her around. He embraced her, holding her tight allowing her to cry on his chest.

"I'm listenin'. Just what? Tell me." He spoke softly, still cradling her.

She started to shake her head, pushing away from his body so roughly she almost lost her balance and dropped her tote bag. Glaring at him through her teary eyes, an angry groan escaped her lips as she launched herself at him.

"You left! You left me!" She yelled as she punched his chest repeatedly. "You promised, Isayah! You promised! You were supposed to be out here with me! We had shit planned and you left me out here alone!"

Zilla allowed her to hit him, to get her frustrations out for a moment before grabbing her hands and pulling her into another hug. She struggled against him for a moment before falling apart in his arms. Again, he hugged her tight, rocked them both from side to side, whispering that he had her and that he was sorry.

"I'm sorry," she sniffled, pulling away after a few minutes, "I'm sorry for hitting you. I shouldn't have done that."

He shrugged, a slight smile on his face and reached out to wipe a tear away with his thumb. "You ain't gotta apologize for feelin' some shit, Moriah. I made you feel like that, it's my fault." She nodded, wiping at her eyes. He took her hand in his, rubbing the tops with his thumbs. "I know what I promised and I know I broke that shit so I apologize for that. And that ain't rehearsed or no shit like that. So what you say? You accept my apology, Fat?"

A giggle fell from her lips, a smile followed on Zilla's face.

"Nobody's called me that in a long time," she admitted softly, "But I think that I can work on accepting your apology. Thank you for that."

"I'll take that. And nobody better not be callin' you Fat. Only Zilla can call you Fat," he laughed, going to pick her bag up.

"You and this third person stuff, grow up." She laughed, watching him.

"Nope." He said quickly. "Known your ass for years and finally seen ya mean ass cry and smile."

"Stop calling me mean, Fatu or I'm gonna hit you again."

"Its the truth though." He opened the screen door and leaned gently against it. "Come on in here and catch me up. We gon start with who the fuck taught you to hit that damn hard."

#AAO #zilla & moriah #zilla fatu #the samoan dynasty #the bloodline

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yuu-kumeii · 10 months

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"Kitaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa—"

Your voice drawls out his name in a long whine, distress evident from the way you graciously wailed through the speaker of his phone.

"What is it, love?" He asks on the other side, seeming a lot more put together than you are. No surprise there, Kita always seems to have everything under control.

"I can't studyyyyyy, everything is so distracting and it's so hot today! I can't do this," You cry, accompanied by loud thud of your hand hitting your bed, telling Kita more than he needs to know about your current state.

With finals right around the corner, it's not surprising that you and Kita haven't been going out as much. Though you tend to start studying a day before the exams —which only happened because you just forget how to study properly—, your very diligent boyfriend starts a week before. Meaning that while you're free for the week, Kita is not and clearly it had an effect on you. Because instead of studying like a responsible person, you're getting distracted by everything that never bothered you before.

But Kita isn't phased in the slightest, "And your first thought was to call me?" He lets out an amused sigh with a hidden but endeared smile, your first thought has always been to call him first.

Whether it be to tell him about this super amazing thing you saw or to proudly announce that you bragged about him to your friends —for the 50th time and still counting—. Maybe that's why he's always so eager to come at your beck and call, it's one of the ways he can repay you.

"Yeah so..!? I'm not allowed to tell my own boyfriend about my struggles?" You say back, lifting your head to properly face the device in your hands. Knowing that he can't see your little bitter pout but it doesn't take away from the effect you had on him, even through the screen.

Kita lets out a soft sigh, filled with amusement. It's so easy to fluster you whenever you get like this, always asking for him and denying any semblance of clinginess when questioned.

"Well, since you told me all about your hardships, why don't I help ya?" His suggestion immediately brightens your mood, not because it would help you study. But because it would help your boredom and you just like his company in general, such devious intentions you have there indeed.

"Really!? Yes please help me!" You drawl excitedly, enthusiasm already oozing through the screen.

"Good, because I'm already outside"

Huh.

He's.

What.

Immediately breaking into a mad dash downstairs towards the front door, flinging it open to reveal your boyfriend in all his average glory. Phone still pressed to his ear much like yours, his smile softens at your shock.

"Hi," His voice pierces through your clouded head, making you fumble a bit at his abrupt greeting.

"Hi...." The only thing you could dare to say back.

Your breath hitched after staring for a good second, eyes already showing your adoration for him the longer they linger. Everything stopped and took a step back, Kita only looks on with genuine uncertainty at your gaze.

That is until you suddenly tackle him with all your might, almost making both of you —and the totebag he had— topple over in a pile. Thankfully Kita was used to it enough so he barely moved an inch, even though a little more force would've tipped him over. It's the volleyball captain's experience at work there. You couldn't contain yourself once you let it out, squeals of delight escape from you.

Legs locked on his hips, face deep into the crook of his neck. You were softlocked on him and he can't do anything about other than supporting you with an arm under your bum, freeing the other one to close your front door.

Thank goodness your neighborhood was rather empty that day because if anyone you knew saw, both of you would be in for a nightmare of teasing. Not that it was a bad thing, people knowing you're dating, it's just a certain group that you'd rather keep in the dark. Because as much as you love them, they'll be even more insufferable when they have something to use against you.

But that's besides the point, Kita is finally with you in these trying times and you couldn't be happier. Still locked onto him koala style as he made his way upstairs and into your room, making sure to lock your door before anything.

Finally making it to your room where he immediately attempts to dump you on your bed, gently of course he can't afford to lose his perfect boyfriend award now can he? Not that he knows about it... Yet.

He quickly takes out a few textbooks from his bag, "Any subjects you're really struggling with?" Kita asks, rummaging through his bag for some notebooks.

"...Everything...? I mean— except japanese literature of course!" You quickly defend yourself when Kita's expression shows that he was not amused, "...But everything else is kinda hard..." You finish, fiddling your thumbs in shame for your academic catastrophe.

"You're in luck, because I happen to bring books on all the subjects we have this year, " Kita turns to you, lifting up a notebook with the words 'Test pointers' neatly written on it.

"Something tells me you wrote that just in case I needed help..." You trail off, narrowing your eyes in suspicion.

"Close, it's actually for Miya" Kita sighs, silent disappointment just oozing out of him.

"JUST Miya? Like it's for Atsumu right?"

Kita nods, satisfying your sudden curiosity. But then, a sudden thought pops into your head.

"Does this mean you think I'm as hopeless as Atsumu in terms of studying?" You stare down at your hands, like someone whose world view was shattered before their eyes. This realisation has opened your eyes to the reality of the logical chances at your scores being as good as you want them to be. Was every good score just pure luck? Was it all—

THUD—

"A—"

Something hit the top of your head gently, stopping your train of thought. Looking up, you see a rolled up notebook resting on the crown of your head. Your boyfriend being the culprit and his face is DEFINITELY not amused.

"Stop your panickin', you know that's not true"

"How did you know... "

"It was written all over your face, sweetheart" A smile making its way onto Kita's face, oh so he is amused.

But the fun always has to end just when it's getting good, you did ask for some study help and you're gonna get it (unfortunately with the study part). It might as well be the end of you too.

"Now, what do you wanna start with first?" Kita says, eyes already looking through the notebook for practice questions. His switch clearly catches you off guard judging by your dumbfounded expression.

"Mmmmath...??" You squint your eyes as you answer him, looking away to avoid his gaze at your unsure answer. You just don't want to start studying.

"Alright, then we'll start with integral calculus then" Your boyfriend moves to take out a very thick textbook out, it's so thick it makes you nervous despite the fact that you also have that book. Speaking of which, isn't that book in your drawer? Or did you leave it in your locker? Actually nevermind, you have to focus.

Kita hands you a pen and paper, "You ready?" He asks you, eyes both stern and reassuring.

You quickly take them, setting it down on the foldable table you had laying on your bed, "I think I am" Great answer, you sounded so sure of yourself, [Y/N].

This is gonna be one long study session, but that's ok. Kita didn't mind the 4 other times you called him asking for help this week, you'll be just fine.

#「★ It's showtime! ★」#haikyuu fluff #haikyu x reader #shinsuke kita x reader #haikyuu drabbles #haikyu x female reader #kita x reader #kita fluff #This has been in my notes for some time now #I started this during my exams which was well over a month ago omg 😭#While we're here another one of my friends agreed to be a beta reader :D #I also got my first rq so I'll start doing that when I get the inspiration bc I alr have the flow all figured out #I want Kita to help me remember how to study 🥺

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theflyingfeeling · 5 months

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so yeah, I went to the BC signing session at Nokia Arena today, because what else would I, a full-grown adult with a respectable dayjob, do on a wintery Saturday if not stand in a queue freezing my toes off surrounded by sugar-high teenagers for hours, just to exchange a few words with some band dudes? 🤡

(wrote this for me as to remember at least something about it afterwards, but you may read this as well <3)

The queuing part was every bit as shitty as it always is when queuing to any BC event really, but I was in high spirits and great company who were polite enough to laugh at my shitty amazing jokes 🥰

Niko was so soft and nice and aaaaaaaaaa the way he laughed so heart-warmingly at the silly (practiced) thing I said?? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I want to put him in my pocket <3

So when I was a kid I used to collect stickers (this is relevant, trust me), especially dog stickers because dogs are cute, and I happen to have a full page of dachshund stickers that look exactly like Rilla, so I thought I'd give Aleksi a couple of those, and the other day I jokingly checked my local supermarket's sticker selection to see if they have any more fun stickers I could give him, and lo and behold I actually found some cool Spider-Man ones, and naturally I JUST couldn’t help myself 😂 and awwwwwww the way his entire face brightened up and he went "NO WAY!! 🤩" when he saw the dachshund ones aaaaaaa 😭💞😭💞😭💞😭 he said he'll put them on his laptop where he has also collected other stickers 🥺💞 I gave them in a Minigrip bag so that he hopefully won't lose them before he gets home (see the picture below for the stickers)

Aleksi’s hair looked super fluffy btw 🤲 you're welcome for this crucial information

The last time I saw Olli at a signing session I was so blown away by his beauty that I could barely speak a word to him, so this time I was determined to actually have some sort of a conversation with him, and I did succeed, even if we only talked about the weather (my go-to conversation topic) 😂 it's difficult to translate the Finnish word tarjeta, but basically I asked him how's the weather been in Oulu, and he said it's been cold ("Mites Oulussa on tarettu?" "Kylmä on."), but apparently he actually likes cold weather, my reply being "well I don't you fucking weirdo <3"

Joonas heard this intellectual exhange of opinions and put in his two cents as he told me how they had recently visited Oulu and that it had been significantly colder than in Helsinki 👍

Also, as you may have seen from pictures by now, he was wearing no shirt under his blazer and yeah, I may have taken a good look at his rug while he was signing my totebag 👁️👄👁️ In my defence, he had it out for everyone to see, so where else was I supposed to look? His eyes? 🙄

At that signing session I went to in Stockholm last year (see the link above) I didn't manage to say a damn thing to Tommi lol (I blame Joel and Olli), so that was my other goal for this time and yaaaay, success! I didn't say much to him though, just "hi" and "ah darn, is that bloody marker not working? and here I thought I had bought a good one" ("Olin ostavinani hyvän tussin")

For context: I had brought my BC totebag (which I bought exactly 2 years ago tomorrow and have used maybe twice during all this time) with me for them to sign, and as I wasn't sure if they'd have fabric markers, I had gone and bought one for the purpose myself, and I had tested it (on paper) at home, but I guess the cold weather had affected the ink, so it was working quite poorly. They all did manage to scribble down their autographs though, and the extra time it took for them to do so offered me some extra time to chat with them, which was nice actually 🤭 (hehe sneaky meeee)

To Joel I said the new song is great ("Helevetin hyvä se uus biisi"), which he was pleased to hear. He gave me back my totebag but not my marker, so I had to ask for it lol, to which he said his brain was not working properly anymore (felt 💀), to which I said that at least he hasn't been standing in the freezing cold for hours, to which he said: "yeah, you're the actual heroes here" and hell yeah we are lol, I wouldn't do this shit for any other band 😌

Then he tried to give me the autograph card of the next person in line dfdggdgdgddd poor Joel, I guess his brain really wasn't working

Afterwards my mouth was SO dry from talking so much in such a short time lol, but I was happy I got to say most of the stuff I had wanted to say to them. I was planning to show Aleksi a picture of our family dachshunds like I had done in Stockholm, but with all the hassle with the marker I kinda forgot about it (I kept grumbling about the shitty marker to literally all of them except Joel), and anyway I didn't want to slow down the queue any more than I already was 🙈

After the signing session we had pizza and went to the local Christmas market that just opened today and I bought some organic coffee beans for my brother for Christmas, so all in all I had a lovely day (ignoring the cold-as-balls weather) 🥰💞

here are the stickers I gave to Aleksi:

and here's my freshly-signed totebag (why is Olli's autograph so cute 🥺)

(I know it looks like there are some strange stains on the tote but there really isn't, as I said I've barely ever used it, so I guess it's just the fabric doing a weird thing in that lighting)

#i'm not gonna translate what i said to niko because it won't make sense but @ any finnish-speaker that's curious:#''täältäkö niitä PMMP:n lippuja saa'' lol yes i am so funneeeeh #nikon nauru 😭🤲💞#kerroin että olin jääny ilman (😔) ja niko oli kovin myötätuntoinen #sano että pitäs varmaan itekin lähtee PMMP:n keikalle #niko: ''nähään sit siellä!'' mä: ''mut kun ei mulla oo niitä lippuja!! 😩'' /ylidramaattinen #''toivottavasti saat jostain liput!'' damn me too bro #irrelevant but: stay tuned for day 2 of the olli/allu fic advent calendar!! 👀#this is not a gig report but i'm still putting it in the tag so i can find it later:#gig reports by theflyingfeeling

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returnsandreturns · 7 months

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assorted stray lines while i clean out my novlr account because i forgot i was paying for it oops

“It’s good, buddy,” Matt says, voice soft and faintly shaking, fingertips skimming over Foggy’s hair. “You’re doing good.”

[soft soft college praise kink]

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“You’re really not gonna take that thing off?” she asks, amused, reaching up to flick gently at one of the points.

“I can’t,” he says, sighing. “If you know who I am, things will be more dangerous for both of us.”

“So you’re saying that I’d recognize you,” she says, fingers running down one of his cheeks slowly, tracing his jaw, gripping his chin. “Local celebrity?”

[i almost wrote a battison fic lol]

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“. . .how did we end up in bed together, exactly?” Matt asks.

“You kissed me twice,” Foggy says. “Once accidentally and once on purpose.”

“. . .and then you kissed me,” Matt says, faintly, leaning back in his chair. The memory of Foggy pressing up against the wall outside of Josie’s suddenly smacks him in the face.

“Yep,” Foggy says.

[a wake up naked together fic]

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“Foggy, I know that we should talk about this,” Matt says, running his hands down Foggy’s side, slipping underneath his shirt when he hits his hips, “but I don’t—I don’t wanna—”

“Talk about this?” Foggy asks, amused.

Matt has a dark look on his face before he backs Foggy up and presses him up against the wall, bodies pressed together, electricity between them.

“Stop,” he says, kissing him, breath hot when he angles his head toward Foggy’s neck. “I don’t want to stop.”

[unknown context]

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“I don’t know why you like me sometimes,” Matt says, almost casually, in the middle of a movie night where they’re pressed up together in Foggy’s bed—something distracting enough that it takes a few seconds before that sentence hits Foggy in the head.

“What?” he asks, sitting up.

“Uh, nothing,” Matt says, laughing softly. “I just—I know you kind of have to hang out with me because I’m your roommate but the fact that you actually want to is—it’s nice. And surprising.”

“What?” Foggy repeats, gaping at him. “It’s surprising that I like you? What the fuck?”

[foggy compliments matt everyday until eventually one of them confesses their ardent love]

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"Are we going to own up to the fact that something's happening between us?" Foggy asks, quietly, leaning into Matt a little more. There's not a lot of room in the storage closet that Marci trapped them in after a week of them fighting but he's not letting Matt get away.

"No," Matt says, equally quiet.

"Seriously?" Foggy asks, laughing. "We--we fucked, Matt. You're just gonna act like we didn’t?"

They weren't even that drunk. It just. Happened.

[internalized homophobia matt, my beloved]

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“I feel like I should just shut up and let this happen, but—I mean, are you—gay? Bi? Do you actually want the sex part?” Foggy asks.

“I don’t know, but—I want to get on my knees for you,” Matt says, smiling faintly. “What does that mean?”

“That God is real,” Foggy says.

[gentle bro dom foggy heals matt with his dick: a storied genre]

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“have i done the research,” casey says, scoffing as she hauls a totebag up from the floor and dumps two huge binders onto her bed, neon post-it notes poking out of every corner. “i almost drowned in microfiche, you son of a bitch.”

“don’t say true things about my mother,” alex says, with absolutely no heat, dropping onto her bed and picking one of them up, making a soft oof noise. “jesus, you did this over a weekend?”

“no rest,” casey says, darkly. “four thousand shots of espresso. i also figured out who the zodiac killer is and attempted to seduce the cute male librarian.”

[witchy teen novel]

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“You know you have to go back to class eventually, right?” Matt asks, on the second day, placing a hand on Foggy’s bed and waiting for Foggy to take it before he climbs up to sit next to him.

“Or—get this, Murdock,” Foggy says, letting Matt pull him close to his side. “I drop out and become a wandering troubadour. How fast do you think I can pick up guitar?”

“You can’t leave me here alone,” Matt says, warmly, kissing the side of his head. “I wouldn’t make it.”

“Nah,” Foggy says. “You’d be fine without me. We’ll get you a guide dog or something.”

[BIPOLAR FOGGY, MY BELOVED]

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“You think I should worship you,” Guillermo says.

“Well. . .” Nandor says, gesturing at himself like it’s an obvious answer.

[no clue where this was going but presumably smut]

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“They got Betsy Wallace,” Jake says, before she’s even got the door fully open.

“Hot evil talking head Betsy Wallace?” Emma asks.

Tobin makes a noise like he forgot how to speak and they both look over at him to see that he looks nothing short of terrified.

“What just happened in your beautiful mind?” Emma asks.

“That’s my ex,” he says, faintly.

“Your ex,” Jake repeats.

“I. . .dated Betsy Wallace,” he says, nodding. “For, like, a year.”

“You dated a Republican?” Emma asks, making a face.

“I dated an opportunist,” he says. “She’ll go to whoever pays her the most.”

“I mean, good for her,” Emma says, absent-mindedly, googling Betsy’s name and laughing when her picture pops up. “God, she’s blonde. Like, very blonde.”

“She dyes it,” Tobin says, darkly.

[the senate race fake fiancee romcom]

#mattfoggy #my fic

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mickittotheman · 2 months

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Weekly Tag Wednesday

Huge thank to @mickeym4ndy for tagging me! I love these things 🤠

how’s your day going? could be worse! my boss was absolutely wilding today but I did get to spend most of my shift writing fanfic so that was nice.

are you okay? My Chemical Romance song plays faintly in distance

what is your favourite shade of your favourite colour? hmm definitely a pale sort of sky blue, kind of like this

are you single? very

are you happy about that? most of the time?

what age do you feel in your brain? what brain? jk lol sometimes i feel like a little kid, sometimes i feel well past my prime. I’m in my mid-twenties though.

do you feel like the good times are behind you or ahead of you? hopefully ahead!!!

do you have a best friend? yes i have managed to maintain the same one since middle school

did you have a childhood pet? so many! over the course of my childhood I have had rabbits, chickens, ducks, geese, turtles, a tortoise, crabs, hamsters, mice, fish, dogs, and turkeys (the turkeys sadly only survived one day)

do you sing or whistle around the house? sometimes i sing if no one is around and i’m in the mood

do you light candles or incense? candles but only on special occasions because i get sad when they’re all used up

are you busy Friday night? it's my dog's birthday! also the ides of march so very busy all around

if you were a circus performer which act would you be in? my heart says knife thrower my brain says clown

what is your favourite outfit? hmmm i have these really soft worn dark green pants that look killer with a black shirt and an open dark teal button up layered over so probably that. bonus points if i add in a leather belt and boots and also my totebag with cartoon dogs on it. Another strong contender: tannish/orangish pants with a white tee open navy button up and my socks with weiner dogs that have hotdog buns and toppings. ideally though i would live in my pajamas (which are also almost all dog prints)

what's the last thing you created? I've been working on a fic for fun for a while now! haven't shared any of it yet but maybe someday lol.

what is your favourite fic or book of all time? ooooh so hard to choose. I absolutely loved etherized against the sky by snarfle. I’m a huge sucker for angst centered around secrets and misunderstandings and miscommunication. also it was so funny but also tricked me into a few unwilling therapeutic breakthroughs.

what are you looking forward to? sleeping! I am so tired lol. also my dog's birthday party of course.

what can put you immediately in a better mood? anything to do with my special interest. and also puppies

do you like hugs? ehhhhhh i’m like one of those cats who will rarely tolerate hugs and even more rarely enjoy them

what is something you wish people understood about you? that i have no idea what is going on at any time ever and that everything is also so very scary but i am being very brave about it

Tagging: @wh0lemilk0vich @jezzibelle89 @swiftfootedachilles @sillygoofygoobersstuff @jademickian BUT only if you want to of course if not this is just me saluting you and also it might be thursday by the time yall see this sorry 😬🫡🫣

#weekly tag wednesday #very fun!

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the---hermit · 2 years

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16|10|2022

I finally finished my crochet book sleeve. it's big enough for an hardcover book, and I made a pocket in the front to keep my annotating tools in it. I mainly decided to make this because I had some left over yarn from other projects, and I wanted to have something to protect my books when I use totebags. I usually have abunch of stuff in there and my books gets scratched or bent weirdly.

Self care things I did today:

Read for most of the day

Crocheting while listening to an audiobook

Did not force myself to do anything I didn't feel like

Tranquil's studying challenge // day 3

What type of books are you interested in?

To be honest with you I have been trying to read stuff more out of my comfort zone in the past year or so. I have always particularly enjoyed short story collections, I like the feeling of an author sending you very briefly in a world to just witness something very small happening there. I am a gothic horror nerd so love that vibe, and I am a big fan of open endings for some reasons. I tend to like darker themes, and I have found myself more and more attracted to horror as a genre, but that's not the only thing I read (also cause it would be impossible, since there's not that much available in bookstores and the 95% of horror books are by Stephen KIng). I can tell you what I do not like, and that is contemporary fiction. If I am reading I want to escape the real world, and stories set into our wold and time, that deal with the problems I am having in life now are a big no for me. It makes me anxious to spend my free time thinking about what plagues me on a day to day basis.

📖: The Secret History by Donna Tartt, The Wolf And The Woodsman by Ava Reid

#studyblr #studyinspo #tranquilfallbuddies #crochet #crocheting #self care #bookblr #booklr #currently reading #book sleeve #book #journal #studying #myhoneststudyblr #journaling #mine #the---hermit

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ryuzatodraws-backup · 3 months

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i feel like i should make a Patreon especially for nsfw stuff but i always feel bad charging people to see my post lol

i am tho interested in making charms and what not, i'm planning on making more stickers and maybe a totebag with print making design on it.

maybe that'll go into my Patreon? idk what do you guys think?

#stuff

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heymacy · 1 year

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Hiiiii yqhbr is one of my fave fanfictions ever and I’m thrilled ur back with more!! Do u have any real tumblr inspo while writing it? Love u 😘

hi my love! thank you so much, you're the absolute sweetest!

a lot of the inspiration for YQHBR comes from my personal journey on tumblr over the last 12+ years (and even before then, on other platforms like MySpace & such). i had a bit of a heyday back in 2012-2015 and now i'm in what i like to refer to as my "modern era" (this blog) so i've seen & done a lot. my friends are a huge inspiration for ian's little squad (Cassie, Zoe, Victor, Liv) and all of their interactions/activities. as far as the text posts go, i usually either a) think of "big" posts i've seen in the past and tweak them a little bit to fit the narrative, or b) just drop in a post (or a bit of yearning and/or horny musing) that i'd only ever have the courage to post on one of my lil secret sideblogs, lmao. in regards to the community aspect of things, that's also largely pulled from personal experience! i've come to learn that the formula for building online communities is pretty much the same across the board: ask games and surveys (tag games), picrews (or photo challenges), and personal posts/rants/etc. they manifest differently based on the platform but ultimately it's all the same. so for those, i just imagine what i'd post or what my friends would post if we were in ian or mickey or cassie's shoes and then tweak it to fit the character and story!

as far as the relationship aspect of things, i met my wife here almost ten years ago and we had our own little Moment so i admittedly pull a lot of inspiration from that! they started sending me anons then slid into my DMs and the rest is history, so that aspect of the story is very much pulled from my own life, which i think is super fun!

love YOU! 💛

spoiler alert for chapter 10 inspo below the cut:

back in 2014, a poem made by a writer and (i believe) tumblr user named Natalie Betancourt went viral on here. it was called "take me" and the opening lines were "take me to the art museum and kiss me by the paintings" which i'm sure you've seen somewhere before, whether it be here on tumblr, on pinterest, or maybe tiktok, or even on someone's t-shirt or totebag or laptop sticker. it spiraled off into a whole Thing and has sort of become synonymous with the Tumblr Aesthetic itself and was a huge inspiration for the end of the chapter!

#is this entire story just a love letter to my wife that they'll never read? probably asjdksk #aaaaaanyway #ily anon!! i hope this answered your question!!#macy babbles #anons #yqhbr

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pbandjesse · 3 months

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It is time to go home. Me and Jess are on our flight home. We lucked out and got an extra seat on our row so we get extra space. Which is really nice. Today was actually really nice. Even if it was mostly travel we still had fun.

I had trouble staying asleep. And woke up a half hour before our alarm went off. While for most of this week I have been feeling pretty good, there has been a slight weirdness in my body. I tried just washing my face and shaking off the feelings. I would try to do my eyeliner in the dark. I had mixed results. And soon after I was dressed Jess was up too.

I would finish packing while she was getting ready. She would do a little packing but we were both starving. So we would pause packing to go get breakfast.

It was nice getting to sleep a little later, but when we got to the restaurant it was much busier then we have experienced. That was fine. We still got to sit at the same table we have sat at all week. Perfect.

Jess went to get our food and I waited at our table and watched tiktoks. Once she came back we had our little breakfast and started peeking up a bit. The sandwich wasn't as great as it was yesterday but I still really liked it. And it gave me more energy.

We saw a katydid on the way back which was neat. A very large grasshopper. And then when we were back in the room I finished packing pretty quickly and got all of my souvenirs in my suitcase and was able to chill in bed while Jess finished her packing.

We decided we would check out now and get our luggage stored and then take the ferry to Disney Springs for the last time to get our last planned souvenirs. I think one of the best things we did was preplan what we were going to buy. Because for the most part we stuck to the list! I ended up super under budget and that's just really cool.

Disney springs was fun though. The ferry ride was great and it makes me want to take the water taxi way more. I am going to try to utilize that more often.

When we got to the docks Jess placed her mobile coffee order and we went to pick that up. And lucky us it was right next door to the World of Disney.

Jess wanted to look for sweatpants and a tote bag. I was looking for a specific shirt I had seen. I ended up also being seated by the totes. So we got matching ones. They are huge. And seem very sturdy.

Jess found the two pairs of sweats she had liked. But only one of them did the had her size. But still a success.

I couldn't find the shirt though? So we kept wandering around to try and find something.

As we rounded the corner I found a red crew neck with a simple embroidered front and an embroidered skyline of the parks back. It was perfect.

And it was $20 cheaper then the original shirt I had planned on getting. So I was winning and it's the best. Jess liked it a lot too so now we have matching totes and sweatshirts. Amazing. Felt like the perfect way to end our trip.

We wandered a little longer. I put my totebag on like a backpack and Jess kept saying I looked like a snail!! Bullying me!!

We looked in the dinosaur restaurant, which had a special build a bear area. But we were both getting a little to hot. And decided that we would go back to the hotel and chill in the lobby.

This was the best plan. We were able to trade a last pin. And get our luggage. And I went and filled my mug for the last time. We sat on a window bench in the lobby. Sorted out our bags and making sure we have what we would need on hand, tablet and liquids, passports and such. And then we just chilled and enjoyed the resort.

We had said we were going to search for the photo scavenger hunt and I wasn't able to find it but Jess did!! So we went to the front desk and got our reward buttons. What a fun little way to end the trip.

I would do some drawing for my sticker of the day. I did a little Micky inspired glove. Which I did not remember correctly and made Jess laugh with my first attempt. After I looked at a reference it went much smoother.

We would take some cute matching pictures and charges our phones and got ready for our trip to be over and our travel home to begin.

Pretty soon our shuttle was ready for us. We were actually the last couple people on board. But we got our seats and I worked on a TikTok while Jess learned to convert her live photos to videos to send to me. And it was a nice ride to the airport.

When we got there I was a little off kilter. We went to the bathroom and I got stuck in the door and was scream laughing. And then when we went up the escalator I almost knocked my suitcase down the whole thing!! We tried to reset at the top and things were okay. Until we got to the TSA.

Where I dumped my bag on the ground and my passport went flying. And also TSA had to open my bag because one of my food souvenirs set off the sensors. Oops.

Jess was clowning on me. But we got settled and went to get food. We had wanted chipotle but because of how the Orlando airport is you can't go to anything outside of your gate section. So we had to go to Qdoba instead. Which was fine but not as good. I still enjoyed it and was glad to eat some complex carbs.

We would hang out at the gate. We were super early but that was okay. I would go for a walk. Discovered that the sale of gum is banned at this airport?? Very strange.

The airport was also confused about what plane was leaving from the gate we were at and had told Dallas they were also leaving from there but right before they should have been boarding they switched them. I went to sue the bathroom and got stuck in a huge line and then there were so many people around where they had thought their gate was and it was kind of a nightmare trying to get out of there. But it was fine. I made it back to Jess.

We tried to not be the people all waiting by the entrance. We waited until group 5 was called. We were group 7. And that seemed more reasonable.

When we got on the plane there was a rouge pair of boxers on my seat??? I called the flight attendant and was all like. What!!! And got gloves to get rid of them. I thought it was hilarious.

I thought I would sleep. I probably should have tried. Instead I have been playing a game on my phone. And winning. I think Jess is asleep now.

We will be landing within the hour. James said they are going to be at the airport from 730 so I hope we don't make them wait to long. I am so so so excited to see them. I might cry?? I am excited to see what they have accomplished moving wise. And I'm just excited to have 3 more days before work to recover from the trip. And spend time with sweetP.

Jess won't have the same luxury. After we take her home she will have to wait to get her cat from her parents tomorrow. And then she has to go to a funeral. But I hope she also gets some good rest.

I am sad we are going back to our own cities. But she will be back to Baltimore for my birthday on a few weeks. And it's really nice to have that to look forward too.

I will post this once we are in the car with James. And when we get home I am going to shower and go to bed. I will probably stay up to late being with James and Sweetp. But that is okay. I feel really happy. I hope I can ride this feeling for a long time. I love you all. Goodnight!!!

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foryiujeans · 1 year

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too many nights.

synopsis. those nights of him coming back late with missing your presence snuggled in bed but everything changes when you’re gone.

pairings. ex-lover!ricky x fem!reader.

warnings. slight angst, crying, suggestive.

word count. 4k

general taglist. @forsobeans

“i want to stop.”

"i want to stop," you mumble, not sure if it's coherent.

with that, you flee to your room, covering your mouth to keep the sobs from coming out. you slam your bedroom door behind you, barely making it to your bed before you collapse on it. nausea works its way through you and you fight to keep it down, but it feels like your own body is fighting against the stupid choice you just made.

it's not even a minute later when your bedroom door flies back open and ricky barges in. you glance up at him, not even caring how horrible you look, and find that he almost looks just as bad as you. his face is beet red and his cheeks are wet with tears that tear you into pieces.

"what the hell are you talking about? why are you breaking up with me?"

"ricky, i told you to leave."

"no. i’m not leaving until we talk about this."

he moves toward you and gathers you up in his arms. he holds onto you tightly like you're a life raft keeping him afloat. when you feel his whole body shaking, you hate yourself.

"talk to me," he pleads into your hair. "let me in."

"i’m not good enough for you.," you cry. "you deserve so much more than I can give you. all i do is bring you down, and I can't live with myself for doing that.”

he gets down on the floor next to you and grabs your hand, holding it tightly. when his cracking voice penetrates your brain, the tears flow a little harder.

“just follow your dreams, ricky. become an idol, i have my own things to do too.”

the high comes down much quicker than you'd like. the feelings and sensations of existing in the real world start to tingle along your nerve endings. With a sigh, you lean your head back against the bathroom cupboard and close your eyes. while the cold tile underneath you starts to form, you feel wetness on your cheek.

bringing your hand up to your face, you pull it away to discover that you're crying. dropping your hand on the floor, you don't hear the front door opening or the subsequent calling of your name. you’re too focused on the fact that you've self-sabotaged. again.

no matter how much you say you don't want to keep doing this, you find that you can't stop. chasing that amazing high is always too alluring. it’s too desirable, and that's one of the many things that scares you.

loving shen quanrui.

you never moved on from the guy since last year. actually, since seven months. the eventful memories of you both doing so much activities with each other and enjoying every little details of it.

“y/n,” someone nudged your side, “we finished the tutor session, let’s get bubble tea.”

looking to your side, you see your friend, kim gyuvin already standing up and han yujin beside him, with their bags slung on their shoulders, waiting patiently for you while you were spacing out.

you quickly stood up and dusted the invisible dust on your pants. taking your totebag over your shoulder and stood up to exit the tutoring centre. you trailing behind the two boys and felt the cold breeze of spring blowing onto your face.

tugging on yujin’s sleeve, you sighed, “mid-terms is around the corner, i’m tired.”

“relax, cheer up and enjoy bubble tea with your two favourite boys.” the boy smiled down at you proudly and gyuvin hummed beside you.

the three of you entered the bubble tea café, you giving your order to gyuvin while he orders and pays it for you and yujin, considering it as a stress relief gift after studying too hard. you and yujin had found a spot near the window as the male takes out his phone and took a photo of gyuvin queuing to post.

you then felt like a familiar sharp gaze was looking at you. as you turned your gaze from yujin to the person, you felt your heart stopped beating.

you felt this lingering look since you both met again about a month ago when he suddenly got the new position at this entertainment in front of the college you go. even though you both had mutual friends, it was definitely a surprise to you, seeing him for the first time since you both parted a few years back. the fact that he still looked as handsome as ever, it was hard to not stare when you're around him.

the handsome face you ever missed so much.

the breakup wasn't bad. for you. both broke up mutually with no guilt or shame. perhaps, the timing wasn't right back then but if there was another chance, ricky wouldn't mind trying again because every time he sees the rain, he thinks of you. you adored it, and if you both hadn't broken up watching the rain together, he would've moved on.

you were enjoying this moment though, looking into each other's eyes. it was like those nights getting lost with time from studying together back then. it was only a wish that things would work just like the old days because you hadn't been in a relationship since with ricky. you could almost lose it when he smiled from your thoughts.

“signature bubble tea for our lovely y/n.” gyuvin then sat beside yujin who was already sipping on his drink.

a smile adorned your lips, thanking gyuvin and poked the straw through the cup. feeling the gaze was still on you, shifting in your seat shyly. ricky adored that small but genuine smile of yours at even small gestures.

“uhm, i’m going to call my mom for five minutes.” you excused yourself to go upstairs and out the porch of the café to pick yourself up.

a figure’s shadow appeared from behind you, almost towering your own shadow on the cement ground. you turned around and saw that blonde hair of theirs that you had adored fluffing and ruffling it up in the past. those cat-like eyes staring deep into yours. you shifted slightly, holding onto the railings.

when ricky clears his throat, your eyes flicker back to him and you try to keep the guilty expression off of your face. the look on his face is clear. he’s been trying to get your attention for a while and you haven't even noticed.

he turns his head to look in the direction your eyes have been glued, and you quickly sat straight. he can't. he can’t see what it is that's got you so distracted.

"y/n, long time no see." you immediately say, pulling his attention back to you. “how are you?"

your answering hum is quiet, noncommittal. his heart drops into your stomach in response. the relationship the two of you have is good. almost too good. if you mess this up, you'll regret it forever, so you need to get it together and focus on whatever else to do.

still, your eyes flicker back across the buildings.

back to him.

ricky must feel your stare burning a hole into the side of his face because he glances in your direction. When your eyes meet, it's like all the breath is gone from your lungs. his gaze is like a gentle caress along your skin, and he wants nothing more than to sink into your embrace.

"what are you doing here, graduated yet?" ricky asked. he leaned over the wooden railing like you before you turned around and leaned onto your back so you're facing him.

"it’s more quiet here than in there." you motioned the two loud boys in the café you went with before you both laughed.

he took a deep breath and sighed. "trainings been harsh."

"really?" you asked. "never knew about it till now."

ricky nodded, then he trailed his eyes on the gaps on the floor of the porch, hoping to get his thoughts straight. "did you finally find a real reason why we broke up?"

there was a gush of nostalgia running through you and you couldn't find the words to answer it.

ricky noticed, yet he knows you're a deep thinker so sometimes, it takes a while for you to have a complete answer.

"sorry if I made it awkward." he bit his lips to lean away from the weird feeling in the air.

“that, i don’t know how to answer it,” you said, eyes leaving his, “maybe i thought you found someone else and wanted to focus on your career.”

"can’t we feel vulnerable for once?" ricky asked. his gaze into your eyes was mesmerizing as you remembered. his body was heating up and you didn't know if his words were letting your guard down or if it was his touch, his hands that were resting softly on your back. "i have so much to tell you." he confessed in a blazing whisper.

"no, you don’t."

"yes, i do." he frowned.

"well, fine."

"please, please, listen to me." ricky was desperate, you could hear it in his voice. you let him continue as he gazed back into your eyes, wondering if you could hear his heart as he confessed. "i missed you. i was excited to see you again after so long but i didn't know if you wanted to be with me again because we're so friendly and-" he paused with a frown, "you’re a stubborn girl.”

"quanrui, sometimes we don't like things and have to change and move on." you tried to fight back. your grip stayed and you weren't sure if you were holding onto him or yourself.

"are you also doing that?" he asked and damn. you were caught in the throat. no words but thoughts ran through you because he could see it in your eyes.

one thing you knew is that you never moved on from ricky, not one bit. you were missing the nights where you both spend and cuddle together. you were missing his soft spoken words that encouraged you throughout your day. just like ricky, he missed your warm embrace colliding with his own. he missed your daily routines together.

slowly, ricky reached his head up towards you and pressed his lips onto yours.

his hands pushed your back closer to him, settling you close to the railings so he could move his lips against yours. his kisses were gentle, which made you crave the feeling more. you couldn't help to move along with him, smooching while you hovered over him to fix your knees. your arms locked him there as his hands gripped the railings between your body to keep you leaned against them.

your heads switched sides as if your minds were as one. in that brief moment, his hot breath kissed your cheek before your lips connected again. the desires you both wanted were burning against your soon-swollen lips and for a moment, ricky could feel himself being a complete wreck for you because everything was too familiar. you were falling apart in his embrace as your fingers found their way to his hair. it was such a habit that you almost bit his lips from the session.

"i miss you so much." ricky managed to breathe before he let out a chuckle with the tremble of his voice tickling against your lips. you were out of breath by then so when you pulled back to see those loving eyes of his, you thought maybe gyuvin was right: you should just go with what your heart is telling you.

"are you cold?" he asked when he noticed your hands hiding in your sleeves. "do you want to stay here for a bit before you go?"

"no." you declined his offer with a smile. "i’m gonna go and i still have your number so,.”

you blushed. he stopped himself from offering his hand since they're warm. he nodded once with his lips pressed tightly into a tiny smile. "see you later then. watch out for the weather."

“thanks. see you soon." you sighed softly. you gave him one last smile before walking away and downstairs to your friends.

he still remembered everything you’ve done together.

like how he was making your heart flutter, remembering all of the things you wanted to do when you were still with him. you hadn't done those things because it would be most perfect with him, you'd still think so. or like how he warmed you up without holding you close to him, or how he made you think everything was going to be about you and him.

too many nights for you both to be this close again.

happiest birthday to shen quanrui ! 🤍

signing out, miaaa hihi !

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antihibikase2 · 11 months

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Immediately after Hilbert Blackburn continues his challenge, only two more left, Grimsley Slater hears that a challenger is simultaneously challenging the league as he is- except the challenger started out with Caitlin, then Shauntal, then Marshal, and were now heading towards his chambers.

He wonders which between him and Blackburn would claim the throne first, if that peculiar challenger- N, hasn't beaten Alder yet.

He wants to put his bets on Blackburn; that kid was something else.

He hears someone step into his chambers, and Grimsley readies a coin in his fingers to be flipped- if the supposed heroes of Ideals and Truth were on a race against time, then who could this secret third challenger be?

The Heart, maybe.

Grimsley snorts a little.

As if The Heart had any truth or ideals to call his own.

The challenger climbs up the steps to his platform, accompanied by a Liepard. A totebag hangs off their shoulder and a pair of red glasses rest on their face.

The sight of their hair- almost black, but just the same shade as Grimsley's under the light, gives Grimsley enough of a clue on who this challenger is.

Still, they state their name.

"My name is Cheren," They say, shoving one fist into their pocket. "Cheren Slater. I'm your brother."

This one doesn't beat around the bush at all.

Like a Fake Out, they've caught Grimsley off guard and completely stumped on what to say next; the information they had just dropped on him hasn't even fully sunk.

They don't even give him a chance to open his mouth as they speak next. "You know, 'little Cheri'?"

That strange child, that crybaby sibling of his, the one that nearly drowned in- "Little Cheri?"

"Little Cheri," They repeat again, one of their fingers pointing at themselves. "Unless, you really did forget about me?"

Oh.

There was a twinge of bitterness in their tone, the brief look of sadness and resentment in their eyes.

Grimsley supposes such a reaction was fair- he hadn't come home for any of little Cheri's birthdays since they were.. seven? Eight? Nine?

Dragons. He couldn't even remember how long it's been.

He shakes his head, an amused smile finally forming on his face as realization sunk in. "No, no. I didn't. How could I forget about my little Cheri?"

For as off-putting and admittedly creepy Grimsley found them at times, little Cheri was still his baby sibling, one that he had promised himself to look after one way or another- even if he could not be around physically.

Yet, he knows he's failed in that aspect- sending over gifts could not make up for his lack of presence.

Little Cheri no longer stared off into the distance or quietly ran off from their babysitter to get into some trouble.

Little Cheri now had eight badges under their belt, a team of five, and was radiating an aura of an exemplary trainer, one worthy of facing against the champion.

Little Cheri had grown so much.

And with that frown of his in his face, they take out a Pokeball from his totebag, and Grimsley could feel the restlessness of the sea.

"I said my name is Cheren," Though his gaze is icy, he seemed more embarrassed than anything; like a child being doted on by an embarrassing relative. "Cheri is fine, but I'd rather reserve that for close friends and family,"

Ouch!

Well, that too was fair.

Grimsley couldn't be expected to call himself family if he had spent most of his life away-

"And you're Elite Four Grimsley right now, aren't you? Not Giima," There's a slight look of amusement as he says that. "So, get it together."

Somehow, somewhere, little Cheri had learn to become quite a blunt child.

Not that Grimsley complained.

Family reunions and catching up could wait. For now, he takes one of his Pokeballs into his own palm, readying himself and his partners for battle.

He chooses not to do his usual spiel this time, instead, mirroring his brother's almost smug look.

"Very well then. Challenger Cheren, show me if you're still that crybaby from before!"

#bw/bw2 rewrite #fic

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