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[fireteam-fireteam]

HTTYT

@fireteam-kaminari

Maya knows little about the boy.

She knows he is close to Mori, Sunny's girlfriend. She knows that he shares a house with the twins. She knows he is a part of the newly budding generation of Sunbreakers.

But she does not know his favorite foods. What weapons he prefers. Whether he finds comfort in company or in isolation.

This might as well be the chance to find out, she figures, as she spots Atlas-0 by the top floor Hangar.

"Pack your gear. We're headed to Mercury."

[grcwnman]

[OPEN]

Muse: Ahn Rubi (eunmi) Verse: Regular or 30 but 17 AU Open To: Anyone with a vehicle! Any gender, and open to multiple people until I change the title to closed. Plot: Rubi was brought out to the city with a friend to go and loosen up at a club, before she knew it, her friend was nowhere to be seen and she was plastered. In this drunk state, she mistakes your vehicle for a taxi. (we can also work with moped or whichever if you so please, just respond to it in this way c: 

One drink had become two-- three-- four-- ???? And in all seriousness . . . . Why was no one watching this girl?! A friend had decided that a change in pace would be a better opportunity for her-- but then her friend suddenly was nowhere to be seen and quickly a glass found its way into her hand and to her lips-- washing down with the sickening warmth of alcohol. Her face contorted in such a way that was probably hilarious to any onlookers; This girl could not drink, let alone HOLD her own. The only time she would have a drink was when she was having some sort of event and holiday-- and even then? She gave it a polite little sip before passing it off.

The taste of alcohol was definitely an acquired taste, but the one that had found its way in her hand was sweet. A weakness, Like kryptonite, she was trapped in by the colour and cheated by its sweet flavor. She had no chance really if you wanted to think about her odds-- 5 to 2 maybe? A little laughable and It was a little humorous to think that she was found herself inside of club mute-- the other side of town-- all on her lonesome. Never would you have thought to see a farm-girl like her in such a place-- and sure!! It did loosen her up quite a bit, but maybe a little more than it was intended to. What was meant by this, was the vomit that was now covering the floor and the groan that was following soon after.

She definitely would feel all the second-hand embarrassment the following day when she was in her right mind, but at least this upheaval with a dry lurch had led her feet to trail her to a place with fresh air: Outside. The air hitting her skin felt great and she found herself crumbling into the side of the building. Honestly, a huge mess and if people were taking videos of her to laugh at with their friends? She definitely had no knowledge of it and this was probably for the best because otherwise, she would have run up to them in a fit of tears, slurring out things that would only further embarrass her.

A car was left to stall in front and for some reason-- her mind had put together that this was a taxi. What really was worse? A bunch of preteens taking a video of you? Or you getting into some stranger's running car, completely smashed? Who really know how to answer that question, honestly. Stepping in, she stumbled with a soft yelp-- collapsing into the cushioning of the backseat as she hummed, curling in on herself and letting out a slow, laboured sigh. "Mmn... Take me to Ahn Farm . . .The big one!!!" her voice was unable to be kept steady and her tone was uneven.

The makeup that was placed on her by her friend was probably smeared all along her face, hair a mess -- HERSELF? A mess. Of course, this 'taxi' was a godsend though-- She was happy to find her way to it. A bath would do her good, sober her up. "Plwase.... go . . . ." she was whining now impatiently, moving her body out to writhe in place-- similar to that of a child throwing a tantrum. A serious laughing matter to anyone who witnesses it. "I can..." A quiet burp filled the pause-- despite her messy appearance it was actually rather petite and cute-- a hiccup following soon after it, but this was probably in response to her having emptied the contents of her stomach some moments prior. "I can pay the ride-- I know ... know its far. . ."

[packhcwls]

        Blood trickled down the side of Scott’s cheek, the droplets of crimson staining his jean jacket which might have bothered him if he cared-- favoring a piece of clothing seemed so trivial. Glowing eyes faded back to a chocolate brown, his gaze lingering on the body of what they found to be a Ghoul. Thing came into town and started feeding on locals-- a mere threat and nothing else to Scott. Didn't bother to get his name or a reason--- didn't matter. When his claws finally retracted after his heartbeat started to level again, he reaches up to touch the wound on his cheek that was slowly healing, eyes diverting from the body and over to Robyn who had went on this Suicide mission with him. The only one who trust not to get himself killed or make some attempt to have some kind of bonding moment like Stiles strives to do.                       “We should bury the body-- or toss it over the ravine. Easiest clean up.”

@troubxesome

[daggersandsparks]

❝Hey, do you wanna go with me to the Quarry? It’ll be fuuun, I promise.❞

[fxxtballsajoke-blog]

     “Really--- there’s a such thing called sun. California gets a ton of it, by the way.”

@hyperactivc

[jacerk]

♥// okay, but-

@taeminrk​

so, there were very, very few people that jihoon would be cautious around, starting with miss choi jinri and mister lee taemin. with jinri, the male was aware that he had a celebrity crush, but with taemin, he wasn’t aware. he didn’t know, it was unknown territory for him and it scared him a bit to how stupid could he be around the elder. 

yes, he had talked with jinri once, seungcheol even embarrassed him in front of her, without his presence needed, but taemin... how would things even go? you could say that jihoon was nervous about things, and that he was professionally managing to go by without meeting the other dancer, but today, it was definitely not his lucky day.

he ran into taemin, straight into him as he turned the corner heading to one of the dance studios, deciding that he could have his own time and thoughts. but instead, he froze on his spot, head tilting upwards and holly shit- was there a height different between the two of them. jihoon had accepted the fact that he was short, probably the shortest in kt, but still, damn.

and at times like these, with the little sleep he got and worry over his lost cat, and the first sentence that comes past jihoon’s lips isn’t oh im really sorry or excuse me, i wasn’t watching where i was going, or anything along those lines but it was:

“oh my god, i’m a huge fan of yours-“ and jihoon already hopes that someone else will knock into him and knock him out before and it takes a lot to not face palm and just walk off.

[fireteam-fireteam]

@fireteam-kaminari

They can't move. Tangled and wrapped under layers of blankets, they feel cold. Cold and hollow, yet painfully crowded at the same time. The man inside their head is silent, but his emotions are too loud, spilling over into them.

They forcefully turned off their voice modulater half an hour ago with a burst of void to stop themself from screaming and sobbing. Their body still shakes as they alternate between clutching at their chest and head, but at least they're not scaring everyone in the neighborhood.

Curled up in the closet of their home, Shiloh stares into the darkness with unfocused eyes as saline solution runs down their face.