#3 hours…! which is like 2 hours more than i usually like ro spend on something LOLLL

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when im in the worst codependent relationship competition but my opponents are ken and lucy

them under all those overlays.. LOL

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Film Friday: 5 Selected Films of This week!

The majority of individuals enjoy spending their free time watching movies. And it gets much more fascinating when it comes to intriguing genres like thrilling, action, and romantic drama. And this week's WhatsOn editorial Colin McIlwaine has come with reviews of interesting films to make your weekend worthwhile. 1. A Man Called Otto Tom Hanks gives his usual excellent performance as a grumpy and anti-social man. A man who turns out to have a good heart in this thought-provoking film. Otto initially appears as someone who is determined to keep everyone at a distance and even, to pick an argument at every available opportunity. The truth is that Otto has been deeply affected by the death of his wife. It is Marisol, the mother of the young family who has moved in beside him who finally manages to penetrate his defenses and bring out a softer and kinder side to him. As the film moves forward, we see a very different Otto and we are challenged to think about neighborly relationships and perhaps, the less attractive aspects of our own personalities https://youtu.be/eFYUX9l-m5I 2. M3GAN This was a film that I approached with a degree of curiosity, wondering how the story would pan out. M3GAN is a four-foot-tall, lifelike robotic doll, who begins as a child's toy and takes on the role of her "friend”. But who soon turns out to have a much more sinister and dangerous side to her personality? Cady, the child in question, has lost her parents in a car accident. And it is her aunt and now guardian who has created M3GAN. Fantasy and reality walk closely together in this film and we are constantly wondering when good will triumph over evil and when this creation that has gone badly wrong will get her comeuppance. https://youtu.be/BRb4U99OU80 3. I Wanna Dance With Somebody I had been looking forward for some time to seeing the Whitney Houston biopic. And it was certainly a great film. If at times harrowing and sad, I reflected on a life that ended far too soon and in such tragic circumstances. We first meet Whitney at an early age, as she grows up in the company of greatly talented artists such as Aretha Franklin, Dionne Warwick. Also including her own mother, Cissie. Whitney is influenced by her involvement in the Church and encouraged by family and friends to make good use of the singing talent which God has given to her. As she grows, we see her struggles with her own sexuality, the pressure of other people's expectations, and the demands of her rapidly burgeoning career. Marriage and motherhood seem to add to the pressures and at times. It is sad to watch this clearly very talented entertainer trying to cope with all that life throws at her. British actress Naomi Ackie captures her troubled personality and also her ability to captivate an audience with her beautiful voice. A film worth a watch and indeed, more than one. https://youtu.be/9tfemzaMkoU 4. RRR For someone who has become increasingly interested in films made on the Indian sub-continent, this one made for a fascinating few hours on New Year's Eve. Set in India in 1920, during the period of the British Raj, it is the fictional story of two revolutionary heroes and their adventures as they take on the might of the Empire. The film is at times quite explicitly violent. At the same time, extremely amusing, as we see people running faster than tigers, kick-flipping over motorcycles, and flying through the air. There is an enjoyable musical score and the prolonged dance sequence is particularly entertaining. The film is over three hours long and yet, it seemed to pass quickly. This is a film that is well worth a watch. Especially if someone wants to get away from reality for a little while. https://youtu.be/nXQVoJdDdBg 5. Wild Mountain Thyme I recently discovered this 2020 film on Netflix. Set in County Mayo in the Irish Republic (a lovely part of the world which I know well). It features Northern Ireland's own Jamie Dornan and British/American actress Emily Blunt as Anthony and Rosemary. They are an introverted pair in their thirties. And they live on neighboring farms and seem to be made for each other. But they always beat around the bush and try to avoid expressing what is really going on inside their hearts and minds. It is only when his wealthy American cousin, Chris attempts to get fresh with her that Anthony is forced to confront his true feelings for Rosemary. Also, his difficult relationship with his father, Tony. It is an interesting story, full of dry humor and a good exploration of human emotions and interaction. https://youtu.be/kadUgcIxODM Read the full article

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multifandom soulmate aus ✨

soulmate (n): a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner.

✨ a/n: hello hello!! today on, “Ro’s self indulgent fics” ehehe i’ve been thinking a lot about some of my favorite kpop besties and how i feel like sometimes in a group, there’s the members who just stick like glue and it’s kinda like they were destined to meet that way! anyway hehe this concept is so fkn cute to me so i wanted to make some poly r-ship headcannons with some of my favorites! 

➛ disclaimer: the pairings that i use are def not all inclusive of all “soulmate” pairings out there, just the ones i know of atm! also, i know some of these groups better than others, so some will be more specific, and others a little more general! 

✨ groups included: stray kids, ateez, the boyz, monsta x, seventeen, txt, bts 

✨ feedback is always appreciated! who’s your favorite?✨

➛maybe if we’re feelin’ spicy i can do a part 2 with the ones i haven’t done yet ;) 

Pairing: idol x female reader x idol (see fandoms above!) 

Genre: fluff n’ smut

Tags: established r/ship au, poly r-ship, sexual content (the usual stuff also including unprotected sex-please stay safe!) comfort ahhh, mentions of food alcohol  

*all photocreds go to ops :) 

both sfw and nsfw under the snip snip! 

♡ chanlix ♡

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omg where the hell do i start with chanlix we love our cannon soulmates 

arguably the softest fkn pairing on this list; being soulmates with chanlix is like meeting your other halves (thirds?). there’s some serious destiny at work here!! 

the three of you understand each other on a spiritual level--almost to the point where you could likely read their minds if you wanted to try haha. there’s also a really, really strong type of emotional intimacy that you share with them that’s out of this world. 

this soulmate bond is so fkn strong, the three of you could go through any hardships and come out of it stronger than ever! 

the three of you have cute lil nicknames for eachother that you thought up yourselves! 

 your families are close as heck! it’s really pure how by the three of you so many people can get close ahhh 

i think that chanlix would be really into more outdoorsy dates? camping, swimming, hiking, sightseeing, stargazing, picnics etc! felix also loves taking you on food tours! 

bc chan is chan, he really takes on such a protective role over you and felix, he would quite literally do anything for you two: forgot your notebook or documents on the way to work/school? he’ll drop everything to bring them to you. sad? he’ll get you your favorite food, tons of blankets, his hoodie to wear and your favorite movie/tv show to watch with you! if anyone hurts your feelings too he will square tf up. 

felix is the world’s most adoring boyfriend in so, so many ways. not only is he such a cuddle bug, he shows you that he cares with tons of acts of service similar to chan! this comes in the form of his baking of course and other silly little gifts he sees that reminds you of him. he isn’t the best at words sometimes, but will soothe you by giving you a little massage or by playing with your hair! 

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okay...😏 damn i’ve been wanting to write some poly chanlix so fkn bad ahhhh 

once again i really see chan taking the lead in more intimate situations. he really likes giving directions and seeing both you and felix carry them out! honestly he gets a bit of an ego boost seeing the both of you all whiny and fucked out ahhh 

here i come with my softsub!felix agenda oops hehe but this boy is frickin’ angelic for you and chan oml, he always asks for permission before he does things and eats praise up with a fkn spoon. praises alone really get him off: “does lixie like it when i play with his cute cock like this?” 

there’s something that gets the three of you ridiculously amped when you do all kinds of roleplay scenarios FRICK some favorites are pet play (you and lix being the kitties) teacher/student, roleplaying strangers, sex slaves, artist/muse, oh my god there was a halloween where you once did vampire roleplay you still think about it 🤤 

since the three of you are so comfortable with eachother, experimentation feels really safe! for example, the suggestion of shibari came up and now....let’s just say lix looks really pretty tied up ;) 

chan’s got a huuuuge (cock) and size kink!! he really likes topping both you and lix and seeing a bulge omg.... also when he can bulge your throats mmmhm! 

felix loves it especially when you ride his face, and he cold do it for hours! he looks so cute between your legs when he licks over and over your clit. he’ll ask you too if he’s doing good and you better say yes ;) 

favorite position would be all cuddled up and cozy with the two of them double penetrating you real nice and slow with tons of kisses and just touchin’ all over 

cockwarming cockwarming all day, every single time, without fail, it feels wrong if you finish without it! 

♡ woosan  ♡

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idk why but the first thing that comes to my mind is that in certain settings, ya’ll are loud as fuck AHA i guess what i mean to say as that as a trio, you are all super, super unapologetic and confident when around each other! this might have lead to you getting kicked out of a couple bowling alleys and karaoke places before... 

there’s a type of unspoken understanding that the three of you have that makes your bond so special. while you love eachother so dearly, it isn’t something that you really feel needs to be said out loud, it kind of just is! 

woosan are already really clingy on their own and when you come along?? you all can’t keep your hands off each other!! ya know how in movies there’s the whole “hand in the back pocket of your jeans???” woosan!! 

their energy together is so fkn chaotic but that's why you love them! they never fail to make you laugh and this is also the best way that they know how to cheer you up! 

Bc the three of you are a bit unbridled, it’s a bit hard to be serious at times when you go on dates/hang out with friends together so often you get some affectionate eye rolls haha 

wooyoung is someone that will try anything with you! hehe even if he knows that he mind not be that into it, he’ll still go with you! of course, he might say something snarky but he really does love just spending time with you! wooyoung also shares you with all his friends (changbin, yeonjun) so lowkey it feels like you’re one of the bros at times LOL 

san is a big fan of giving you gifts! oh also! words of affirmation too, san is someone who knows your insecurities well, so hypes you tf up all the time!! he especially loves buying things for you that he knows you’ll look pretty in just so he can compliment you ahhh 

at the end of the day however, there’s nothing more more that the three of you love than the tightest cuddles ever as you fall asleep! honestly, sometimes its a little too tight haha 

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THESE BOYS FKN RAVISH YOU LIKE YOU’RE A FIVE COURSE MEAL 

and of course they expect the same from you as well! i mean....can you blame them??? these boys are sexy as hell and they frickin’ know it!! 

i have this super clear image of both of them stripping you down and rubbing massage oil all over your body and then giving you the turn to do it to them my lord...

sort of along this line, temperature play makes these boys feral. wax, ice, blowies with popsicles you name it 

both of them really just like being touched all over because they have the prettiest dancer’s bodies and just feeling hands on their muscles makes them loose it. 

wooyoung loves to mark the hell out the both of you in a really territorial way: all over your chests and necks even on your thighssss 

san, while he often does find himself in sub space, really easily can switch to dom you in the most beautiful way. everything with him is really intimate and raw: if this wasn’t already obvious haha he would like have a hand kink and loves seeing the way that his fingers look pumping in and out of your entrance and how your juices look as well. 

back too wooyoung, he’s the king of oral. whether it’s going down on you and sucking at your clit or deep throating with master level skill...foreplay is never boring with him! 

in my brain, i can see the both of them filling nearly position so this makes for an interesting dynamic to say the least AHA 

every once and a while, they’ll let you take complete control of the both of them while they just sit back and watch you with the most smug-ass grins that you’ll see in your life! 

AH another thought: woosan fkn love when you squirt on them, in any way this might look: when you’re nearly screaming in your overstimulation they want it all over them. 

favorite position would be 69 threesome style with all of your sloppy moans in-between <3 

♡  moonbae  ♡

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HEAR ME OUT the king of soulmates that know that they are soulmates but don’t take it seriously in the slightest istg this is my most favorite dynamic ahhhh 

there is not one dull day with these two boys, they’ll have you laughing in stiches until you can barely breathe like, the best kind of wheezy, silent laughter ya know what i’m talking about 

INSIDE JOKES literally so many inside jokes with the three of you 

Kevin is never scared to call your ass out, but that’s bc he knows you so well!! it’s all just jokes don’t ya worry ;) 

Along this line, your groupchat like has some random-ass name that’s also an inside joke

Jacob on the other hand is the biggest sweetheart when it comes to you, boy frickin’ melts. There is not a day that goes by when he hasn’t told you he loves ya morning and night. 

Also the best listener in the whole world, you can tell him anything and everything and he’s just sit and listen and give advice. 

Kevin loves you a ton a ton but just shows it differently! He remembers all the little things about you that you tell him to the point it’s scary how he does it so well 

Meme king Kevin would send you memes that remind him of you and Jacob

Lowkey i can see the both of them getting into the cutest petty arguments like which one of them you love more or think is more talented AHA again it’s all in good fun hehe 

it goes without saying but...it’s cuddle central up in here. 

THEY WOULD SERENADE TF OUT OF YOU oh my god it’s literally heavenly, Kevin would play piano and Jacob would play guitar FRICK 

You have oddly specific dates?? Like they would pick a movie to go see that the three of you would all hate just to meme the whole time. Jacob would still get invested accidentally tho. 

The way to both of these boy’s hearts is their stomachs so when you cook for them they would quite literally do anything for you 

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ok ok so i’m a baby deobi so this is the gist of what i’m getting (i also did a little research LOL thank you @ deobi smutblr hehe) 

firstly i would like to say that i’m manifesting thigh riding with Jacob and i literally can’t think of anything else for some reason just p h e w and BOY does he love it too he thinks its so fkn cute to watch you! 

i get heavy, heavy switch vibes from Kevin with maybe some sub leanings??? either way, jacob def has soft dom vibes (oh god and occasional soft sub) to me but also has no problem with you taking control and doing what you like to him if that’s what you desire! 

kevin is impatient impatient and does not do well with your teasing. also...loud as hell, like, sometimes you have to tell him that he needs to calm tf down hehe (but of course you love it when he gets like that) 

separately, both of them are very different experiences i think: kevin is a fan of hard and fast, kitchen counter over the sofa type stuff sloppy toppy in risky places, and he loves to experiment too! 

jacob is also really different where he likes much, much more slow and intimate stuff like missionary, shower sex, real atmospheric stuff like candles and nice scents ahhh BIG fan of really fluffy pet names too like baby, princess, angel etc. super visual too omggg gets hard when you strip for him i think ;) 

together it’s a fkn whirlwind i’ll tell ya that. its like, honestly the most unique experience i can think of on this list because the two of them are so different. i will say that it can end up being really giggly and sweet tho! 

when it’s the three of you, kevin’s dom side comes out a little more so you’re left with these two lovely boys who want to give you all the attention! it’s lowkey a competition lol 

favorite position is when you’re sucking jacob off and kevin gets to do literally whatever the hell he wants with your pussy...i imagine that it might have to do a lot with edging if you ask me ;) 

♡ jookyun  ♡ 

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oddly, i find myself soft af for jookyun and idk how to describe it haha (considering that they can often be hard as hellll) 

the three of you are also really nonchalant, but this is really in the way that you just feel as if you’ve known eachother for a really long time! 

as we know, jookyun were a bit of an enimies to lovers arc (AHA) so with the time that they’ve spent building their bond, it’s strong asf! 

i like to think that jooheon and changkyun would really get a ton of artistic inspiration from you for their music. since both of them write and often reflect bc of this, you’re totally their muse! (they’ll write some nasty as hell lyrics thanks to you too LOL) 

while our lovely thicc mx boys have unbridled confidence at times, really, they are babie. and they are frickin weak for your pampering. 

because of this, the two of them would become flustered as all hell when you do lil things for them!! this could be making them some lunch or just giving them the off compliment that they look a lil extra handsome that day. 

your safe place is with them!! ahhh i would also like to add the number of slick ass grabs when you’re in public is a bit off the chain at times ahah 

the duality of this r/ship is really something to note LOL when you go out and about when the two of them you certainly get some stares bc they look a lil intimidating at times but when you and your boyfriends cuddle up on the subway you give all passerby's whiplash haahah

Kyun is someone who is insanely romantic. almost to the point that it is cheesy haha he’d treat the both of you to expensive ass dinners, beach vacations and maybe even matching couple’s jewelry like rings or bracelets! 

jooheon on the other hand is a little more toned down haha but has another side to him that fkn swells with pride knowing how breathtaking you both are...frankly, his ego skyrockets knowing that he’s got you both for arm candy if this make sense teehee 

the three of you call eachother “babe” interchangeably, so it can get a bit confusing when you’re all in the same place and someone says “hey babe?” you need a new nickname ooP 

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hello and here i am to push the sub!changkyun agenda. first and foremost i would like to explain how this man is such a pillow princess with the most lovely bratty edge *sighs* all that kyun wants is for you to fkn use him and do literally whatever the hell you want!! this man daydreams about you riding him right then and there wherever the hell he is. 

also, kyun is the king of toys, both using them on you and on himself! need i also say breath play as well in the same giving and receiving form? more than anything he loves it when jooheon wraps his hand around his neck hooooly ahhh he prefers it when you tease his tip with a vibrator until he’s angrily red and begging for you to give him a break just for you to bend down and give a kiss to his pearly head which makes him jolt 

jooheon is often more of a soft to hard dom if you ask me and takes care of both you and kyun really well. also... he will manhandle the hell out of you if you feel up for it (cough cough your arm kink for him ) oh shit and his thighs....don't’ even get me started 

while the three of you often opt for the hard and fast (even in some more risque places--such as in the recoding studio) there are really some more intimate times that you share too! 

on one of changkyun’s vacations, in the middle of the night, when no one was in sight and the hot tub was free for use...it started out as a bit of making out but then turned into something else when you decided to straddle jooheon and he let his hands creep under the straps of your swimsuit...needless to say you were bouncing on both of their dicks while you were warmed by the crackling bubbles 

at times, jookyun can get a little needy and impatient without you, so this has lead to a couple situations where you walk in on them letting out their frustrations ;) of course, immediately then they’d love for you to join! 

kyun has an oral fixation too, sooo he may or may not love cockwarming with his mouth or sucking your fingers lightly when you go to suck his dick~ 

♡  junhao  ♡

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here me out with this one...but...there’s something really intimate about this relationship?? oh how to put this into words LOL junhao also have an insanely deep bond that really transcends if ya ask me haha 

while they both can be really goofy around eachother when comfortable the soulmate vibes are just...immaculate! this is all i can say? all three of you are just so connected in the way that you accept each other for all that you are and just kind of naturally gravitate towards each other even before you really knew that there were romantic feelings involved! 

first, i would like to say that out of all the pairings on this list, you three are classy as FUCK. seeing the three of you next to eachother is like seeing literally three models in the flesh. the way that you dress (sometimes even to match a little) is unbelievable bc you all just look so good? 

hand holdingggg wherever you go! holding hands across cafe tables, playing with each other’s hands absentmindedly hehe 

TRAVEL BUDDIES you would go anywhere with them and take tons of pics!! i mean the prettiest pics 

hao shows his love for you in the form of so many things, all of which he makes himself!! you inspire his physical art and drawings which he shares with you and he also loves to take clothes too and personalize them for you! 

jun on the other hand would take you to the studioooo and you could watch him danceee oh my gosh he’s literally so breathtaking and he would be dancing just for you with every curve of his body he’s so magical :’) then he’d ask you for feedback and you’d just be speachless...also loves to make you smile!! just being his goofy self he’s the best at it and thinks you’re so cute! 

there’s a ton of adoration in this relationship! tons of cute little displays of skinship that might look like a poke in the cheek or the fluffing of their hair ahh 

still, i feel like you would have kind of silly little nicknames for them that match their personalities and perhaps...you could have matching phone cases with these nicknames.... 

in this relationship there’s a ton of quiet moments that are really peaceful and indulgent such as watching sunsets, drinking wine together, just talking about life n stuff like that! 

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hellz yeah we’re in for some more intimate-ass fuckin! but also....😏

this boys are kinky as shit but in like a really classy ass way lolll this is so hard to put into words. 

well, i’ll start with junhui catboy agenda so there’s that hehehe he would most def be into pet play: that could be like ears or pretty collars and of course calling you (or him) kitten. 

minghao is really versatile and doesn’t really like labels of dom and sub, he just does what he wants and what feels good to him! bc we’re talking about how intimate everything is, the kind of sex that you share with them is often never rushed but really purposeful and even planned sometimes! 

i also see there being TONS of sensory items that would come into play with junhao such as flowers, fragrances, aphrodisiacs, all kinds of fabrics for sensory deprovision such as velvet, silk, hemp rope, and so much more! 

BOTH OF THEM WOULD SOUND ANGELLIC i see hao as letting out really pretty soft moans that kind of trail on his tongue and jun sort of choking out gasps with a bit of a rasp to them when they cum or they feel turned on

oh god MIRROR SEX that's what i have to say about this 

it doesn’t happen often, but sometimes when any one of you would be feeling needy or pent up they can certainly do hard and fast with you between the two of them. especially when this happens, oh my god hao loves it when you moan really breathily into his mouth when you’re pressed against him ooooh shit 

and jun loves it when you bite into his shoulder too when he fucks you it just makes him feral 

actually, i could really see the three of you recording yourselves, or even taking pictures when you have more intimate moments to look at later, just for your own enjoyment or to get off when you’re without the others 

favorite position: hmmm mirror sex with you on top of minghao literally just kissing him and marking his body as jun eats you out until you’re dripping down to minghao’s cock which he jerks off too~ 

♡  yeonbin  ♡

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DON’T TOUCH ME IM SOFT  

admittedly i don’t know too much about this pairing but i do know a lil so i wanted to add them!! i also did a lil research hehe 

FIRST i would like to say that the three of you would without a doubt have the cutest puppy together, if not one, then two!! they would be little dogs with perfect haircuts and likely have their own instagram account which the three of you would run! they’d be instragram famous of course 

LITERALLY EVERY DAY ITS A FIGHT OVER WHOS CUTEST i kid you not this is an ongoing battle you’re all just...so weak for the other ahaha 

being in a relationship with them is like being in a relationship with your bestfriends! 

dates with the two of them can really range all over the place bc you just like having fun together! movie dates, breakfast dates, ZOO OR AQUARIUM DATES, taking little trips to places you haven’t been before or stay at home dates like having a little indoor picnic! 

soobin is really low energy, and would often opt to hang out with you at home or at a cafe while the two of you do your thing together! he lovessss when you bake or cook for him, literally whatever it is he’ll eat it! 

his smile is instant serotonin and the reason why you fell in love with him! the two of them together all smiley is your lockscreen! 

yeonjunie prefers going out with you clothes shopping and would DEF enable you to dye your hair a color that you’ve always been dying to do! he also loves showing you new music and blushes like heck when you tell him that you like the songs that he picks! 

in their own playful ways too, they’d always call you out on your bs LOLL but they just wanna motivate you! they’re your biggest cheerleaders! 

Deep down though, both of them are quite cheesy and would love to shower you with alll the stereotypical romance that you can take even if it makes all three of you cringe ahahah 

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NEEEEDY and literally so mf horny on the dl like it’s comical to how soft and shy they can be in real life situations 

oh my god this is a godly thought but i see both of them being both switchy as heck but not really bc they like how it feels to be in those different postions but literally....bc no matter what it is they are getting off lolll 

i see both of them having sub leanings but can get real bratty if they’re feeling it. 

yeonjun does have a dom side to him that just comes with his general confidence that he gets around you! when either of you beg from him he’s ready to let himself loose. 

im so sorry but they literally handed pet play to me on a silver platter with cat & dog and there is no going back for me. SO you’re in for puppy, kitty and bunny play (shhhh yeonjun’s got his fox ears too) 

WHY AM I THINKING ABOUT HOW ALL OF YOU WOULD LIKE THIGH HIGHS

both of them love being edged to high hell by you...no matter if it hurts...they kinda like it? 

at the same time, both of your boyfriends also love giving you all the attention at times too! i’m talking about one of them playing with your breasts while the other trails kisses down your body all the way down to your pussy aching for attention too

FUCK this might be just me but soobin eating you out>>>> a GODLY sight. 

i have this other fantasy of yeonjun with either lip piercings or nipple piercings or even a dick piercing someone plz tell me to calm down 

oh please...bubble bath with the two of them holy shit baby pink bubbles all around you while you take turns givin’ each other cute kisses ahhhh 

one more thing to the pile here would be hella mutual masturbation soo much of it. the three of you get off just simply watching eachother too and dirty talking how much you love the way the others look with hands rubbing themselves away with cute whiny moans~ 

♡ taekook ♡

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omg! this is my first time remotely talking about bts on my blog hehe this is so exciting!! i don’t really read too much bts ff so this is going off of my own perception! 

i just wanna say....there’s so much to unpack here LOL but like many of the soulmates on this list, these boys are ~whipped~ for you and eachother!! its so stinkin’ cute 

another thing about these expensive boyfriends is that they loooove to sing for you too! they’d sing you to sleep, when you’re sick, sad, or just had a hard day allllways hehe 

the three of you have sickeningly adorable nicknames for eachother, the kind that honestly make heads turn LOL 

jk would without a doubt get tattoos with you!! and wine drunk lollll he’s also a huge enabler so if there’s anything that you’re considering buying or doing he’d hype you up so bad you barely have to think twice heheh 

kinda like junhao they’d also make amazing travel buddies but less for the aesthetic, but for the luxury. you’d stay at amazing hotels and eat at Michelin star restaurants wearing luxury brands that they bought for you

i feel like this goes without saying, buuuut in this r/ship, its alll about the adoring glances from afar or even just right next to you bc they love you so much!! 

i also get a very protective vibe from them as well, you’re very special to them, and they never wanna see you in harms way or disrespected by anyone! this could even look like having their arm around you on the bus or on the small of your back in a crowd 

together, they’re the biggest jokesters and flirty as HELL they think that it’s so funny when they flirt out in public AGRESSIVELY just to make you a lil embarrassed hehe  

forehead kissessss and kisses on the back of your hand! 

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luxurious in this area tooooo 

they would rent out the penthouse or presidential suite to make an evening for you and pull out all the stops: expensive champagne, lingerie selected just for you, a breathtaking view of the city ahhhh 

ya all know how much i love my soft and intimateeee body touching and there would be plenty of this! they take their time undressing you and eachother and would plant kisses into the nape of your neck and shoulders as you do so! 

i would like to contribute to this conversation sub!jk bc this is something that ahhhhh i really like to think about as well as soft dom tae bcccc why not heheh 

these boys are utterly gorgeous under soft lighting and prowling all over your body too tho ahhh 

BUT! imagine teasing the hell out of jk, barely letting him feel your mouth besides fleeting kisses while tae drives his hips into you from behindddd 

in fact, these boys actually don’t mind a little voyeurism with the wide windows in your suite, opting to leave them open so there's a bit of thrill in the way that they fuck you too~ 

tae has a bit of...dare i sayyyy a power kink, so when you call him names such as sir, daddy, master etc oh boy 

jk himself is bit into sensory dep specifically with blindfolds especially when its your hands travelling all around his body making him shiver. 

both of them just looove cuming all over you as well: face, ass, thighs, belly, literally anywhere, they just think that you look amazing like that! 

there are a couple times here and there when the three of you also do a bit of cam work together for other people to watch--although it isn’t often, you rake it in when you do so. the three of you are a perfect fantasy! 

sex also can happen in odd places with you three too since you can just start feeling it and don’t really care ;) strangest place....hmm i’d say when you joined the mile high club with them~ 

~🌹~

Bunch of (Ro)ses! 

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[themadauthorshatter]

... I just love OTPs, I can't help it.

OTP HEADCANONS: 2020 Edition

These will include the series of Red Queen, Dorothy Must Die, SGE, The Folk of The Air, and Nightmare Before Christmas(I'll throw in the Skellington kids, too, because I love them💙)

MAJOR TW FOR ALL THE EVENTS THAT OCCURED IN 2020, AND THAT INCLUDES QUARANTINE.

RED QUEEN:

At the news of a Pandemic, Mare and Cal are equally confused and scared, but at least they're not on the battlefield.

They hold up in Paradise Valley until the quarantine is lifted.

It starts off fine with them doing puzzles, hiking, and doing some exercises to pass the time. Then 3 weeks pass and both are bored; Mare's bored enough to drink coffee onto of the fridge and Cal's sitting in a chair upside down because fuck court etiquette, he's so bored.

Cal contemplates luring wolves with dinner scraps again.

They had a mini argument that meant nothing because Cal's hair got long and he wanted Mare to cut it, she but only offered to shave his stubble, not cut his hair.

They both get a lot of sleep, and have a lot of nightmares, which they comfort each other from.

They also really enjoy the silence.

Cal gets into poetry and Mare paints. Both are surprised at how good the other is at their new hobbies.

They talk. A lot. It begins awkwardly and ends with the two in each other's arms.

Cal becomes more of a punner, and Mare loves and hates it.

There's tall of getting a dog, but there's one problem: Paradise Valley doesn't have any shelters, and they'll be arrested or forced ro turn back hime, regardless of rank.

Mare grows taller... by 2 inches. She almost killed Cal for how much he laughed.

When they're allowed to go out, Mare often forgets to bring her mask.

Cal's good at remembering their masks.

Mare REFUSES to leave when she hears about the murder hornets.

Cal gets repellent to calm her down.

They also recover some Old Era TV Shows.

ENDLESS quotes from The Office, Friends, and many more shows.

Cal visits Maven's grave more. Mare comes with every now and then, but usually lets him go alone.

They don't usually argue, but those arguments never last.

They tried a bit of ability training, and greed that they should be careful when Mare summoned a bolt of lightning from the sky and Cal almost set fire to everything around them.

They read a lot, too, but Cal reads more than Mare because she falls asleep, usually on him.

DOROTHY MUST DIE:

Nox had no clue what a Pandemic was, or what the big deal was about going outside and not being near people, until Amy explained it.

First day of online school crashed and burned because Nox had NO IDEA what he was doing, which led to Amy 'accompanying' him in classes.

Amy puts her college plans on hold for a little while.

Nox is more emotional and neither of them know how to handle it.

They have more nightmares, since there's nothing to keep their minds busy, but Amy is more reserved about it. Nox prefers to write about what he dreams, anyway.

Nox stays up, from all the nightmares, but Amy sits with him to keep him company.

When Amy heard about the murder hornets, Nox held up a fly swatter and opened all the windows.

Amy does fine, but Nox dies from boredom, when they're done with school. And I don't mean he just sits and groans, he lies face down on the couch as Amy tries to get him up.

They spend A LOT of time in Nox's apartment, and it's literally spotless because Nox is THAT bored.

They binge a lot of TV shows, and Nox falls in love with shows like Peaky Blinders.

They tried watching Game of Thrones. It didn't go well; negative past experiences.

Nox figured out the plot twist to The Umbrella Academy WAY before Amy did.

They watched Heathers and Amy asked Nox what he'd do if she was dealing with trash friends and guys who don't take 'no' for an answer. The look on his face when he asked who it was reminded Amy of who he was before meeting her.

Nox finds YouTube and discovers the guy that makes knives out of anything and makes it his mission to copy each and every video, come Hell or high water.

Amy walked in on him doing this and genuinely wondered if he was okay, and asked if she could help him.

They also binged musicals. Nox isn't a huge music person, but he still loves them; Kansas has its own magic that he finds intriguing.

Amy once found Nox crouching ontop of the fridge while drinking a mug of coffee.

Madison stopped by and dropped off some rhinestones, lash glue, and a tool to apply the stones. Amy spent a lot of time putting the stones on her face while Nox watched, with Madison and Dustin also watching via Facetime, sitting backwards in a chair and wondering what her plan was, even making very Julien Solomita-esque comments, mixed with very 'I used to be a fighter and a spy' comments that made Amy, Madison, and Dustin laugh. Some if those comments:

"I know Glamora told you to lighten up, but I don't she'd expect this."

"If those were real diamonds, you wouldn't need any armor or a weapon. Just headbutt them, and you're good."

"Don't be upset, but it's the beginning of summer, so I don't think winter's coming any time soon."

"Whichever chandelier you made out with, I will find them, damn it."

After a little while, Amy asked if Nox wanted a rhinestone face. He agreed, but only as long as she took out all the red stones. He could handle pink, but no red.

It took them an hour to get the stones off.

Their hair gets long and they agree to cut each other's hair. Nox cuts her hair chin length and Amy tries to be as style his hair. They don't look the best, but they at least look good.

They absolutely watch Unus Annus, and start quoting that.

When they get the news they can go out wearing a mask, Nox got confused and got 3 different masks: a masquerade mask, a normal face mask, and a gas mask, which he wears all the time to annoy Amy.

They do stay in shape as much as possible, but there is evidence that they could have been more active, with their muscles shrinking and both having lost a little weight.

Nox NEVER drops his guard, and quarantine didn't help.

They tried dying their hair, but it didn't work as well as they'd hoped.

SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL:

Tedros worries about Agatha and everyone else, but Agatha keeps him in check.

Crime drops big time, so that's a plus for Tedros and Agatha.

They have more time to breathe, with everyone being inside and avoiding each other.

Tedros hates the quiet at first, but Agatha helps him adjust.

They spend a lot of time wandering the castle and answering whatever call there is, if any.

The SGE is out for a little while, so they don't hear too much from there.

Tedros, without normal king business to distract him, has more nightmares and starts losing sleep because he doesn't want to dream about what's happened to him and his friends.

Agatha has nightmares, too, but she's better at hiding it.

They do talk about it and agree to be more open with what's going on in their heads.

They also agree that they'll help each other through these times.

Tedros helps Agatha with swordplay and Agatha both gets him into reading more and tries to help him with his magic.

Whenever there's something they need outside, Agatha gets it because she's not that afraid of getting sick; she grew up eating frog and lizard soup.

Tedros worries about her, but doesn't really stop her because she's taller, and having fun trying to stop Agatha once she's committed to doing something.

Tedros finds a new hobby: origami.

Agatha doesn't join in, per se, she more watches because she's never seen Tedros be so patient with something.

They play around with each other's hair, as it grows longer. Agatha ties Tedros's hair back and Tedros braids her hair.

They write to Sophie or anyone else, like people who have some sort of report of a crime or complaint duch as infertile soil, so their penmanship improves.

Tedros grows a bit of a stubble and, after some prickly kiss attacks, Agatha threatens to shave it off herself, if he doesn't. It's all in good fun, but she sort of did mean it because his face and cheeks were really scratchy.

Tedros REFUSES to let Agatha go out alone, even when she's masked up.

When they go out, Tedros always carries a sword.

Picnics in the woods.

Star gazing at night.

Agatha starts wearing pants, as an experiment, and her "dresser"/dress designer is APPALLED.

There are times they argue, but they stay together and communicate because relationship goals.

THE CRUEL PRINCE:

At the news of a Pandemic/plague, Cardan ordered all the human servants to get as healthy as they could so they'd be able to go outside. He would accompany them, but they could not let Jude go out.

She's not happy, when she finds out

Cardan asks if she can avoid going to the human world, so she doesn't get sick.

She goes anyway and returns unscathed.

Cardan considers glamoring the human servants to keeep Jude healthy, but Jude almost pincushions him for it.

Anxious? Worried? Psh! Don't be silly. Cardan becomes somethimg if a paranoid maniac because he's scared of Jude getting sick and dying because he's Fae and she's Mortal, so she's more susceptible to illnesses and he doesn't know wnoufh about mortals to get her healthy agaun were she to get sick, but there's nothing wroung with him, really.

Whenever they're not ruling, Jude practices her swordplay while Cardan reads, major plus being that he reads full series to not worry about Jude so much.

Jude helps Cardan with sword fighting, using wooden practice swords not metal, and Cardan helps her try to get into reading, reading to her as she rests her head on his chest when she doesn't want to read read.

Cardan discovers manga and graphic novels and is too confused for Jude NOT to laugh; "He's in armor made if IRON. How is he able to fly!?" "I've seen a lot people different people, and none of them have made this face." "... So is Spiderman THIS one or THIS one?"

Sword practice usually ends with Cardan on the ground exhausted while Jude simply stands and chuckles for him to get up.

Cardan doesn't get beat smd scarred, he gets poked and minorly bruised, which he was not ready for because of how he was treated by Balekin.

One day, while Cardan was reading some Sherlock Holmes, Jude slipped hoop bracelets on and tied ribbons to his tail, at least as many as she could before she got caught; she only realized as such when his tail started flicking out of her reach and curling around her wrist, and saw Cardan grinning at her.

They do visit Taryn and Vivi still, but Cardan only wears a mask to remind Jude, who does not forget ever.

Cardan thinks about his 'friendship' Nicasia, Locke, and Valerian and semi-realizes that Valerian and Locke may have been using him while Nicasia was at least a little genuine.

They talk about Locke and equally wish that they had helped Taryn in killing Locke. If not, then they wish that they at least watched. They agreed that if time travel was real, Jude could help Trayn kill Locke and Cardan could watch, as long as he helped dispose of the body.

They laughed at that a couple minutes later.

THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS(Featuring the Skellington kids(I'd say Skull Kids, but I feel like Skull Kid(s) was taken)):

Jack knows what a Pandemic is; he lived through one while he was alive.

Sally knew it would happen because she knows one happens about every two hundred years/whenever a year ends in 20.

The triplets know what a plague is, but have never seen one actually happen.

When they explored the human world at night and noticed there were absolutely no humans in sight, Luna reminded her brothers that the humans were told to stay inside to prevent any spreading.

Jacob takes the opportunity to MAKE SURE people actually stay inside.

Pro: he got Instagram famous. Con: Jack and Sally were not happy at all with how reckless he was.

Let's say, for the sake of the story, Halloween had to be cancelled worldwide because regulation and a need for things to get better.

Upon hearing the news of Halloween getting cancelled, Jack was very salty about it; "Why cancel Halloween, if the 4th of July was still allowed to be celebrated?"

All of Halloween Town was very upset; the living are so fragile, it ruins the fun of scaring them.

The Mayor was in deep, DEEP distress, but Jack made it up to him, and the rest of the town, by saying next year's Halloween would be ine no one would ever forget, and it's not because he's 'borrowing' a holiday again, it's because they'll all have a year of scaring shenanigans built up inside them all that will make up for what was missed.

Everyone rejoiced and Jack, once he got back inside his house with his wife and children, sighed and mentally kicked himself for saying no one would forget next year's Halloween; there was one Halloween in particular he sure as hell isn't forgetting any time soon.

Daemon's carving more intricate pumpkins and plans on giving the humans mini-scares so they keep quarantining, hiding a 'surprise' for any entitled Karens he finds.

Luna is the most obedient of the triplets by staying in Halloween Town and instead studying what she calls a 'counter-plague' so there's no need for a Pandemic; she refuses to call it a vaccine because that would imply sje wants to help the humans that shot down and could have killed her dad. She still has a bone to pick.

Jack doesn't spiral out like in the movie, he has Sally to help and the triplets to keep his mind busy.

While Jacob and Daemon keep the humans from leaving their houses, Luna researches the current events and learns of murder hornets that are large, sting like all hell, and cause death to anyone unfortunate enough to get stung.

Jack gets very intrigued and they collect as many as they can and keep them in a jar, but take one out to study it.

They were not impressed; murder hornets? Jack has seen worse.

Since there wasn't a Halloween, Jack decided to walk through the streets, seeing as how Daemon and Jacob already did a lot of the scaring for him(thise little shits). He had to admit, it was nice to walk in the night and only hear the animal sounds and not screams.

Luna did not find a 'counter-plague,' even with Sally's help, but she did discover some poisons she could use against her brothers. Sally made her promise not to do so.

On the Halloween night where nothing happened, Jack took his family out to a picnic/star gazing session. Genuinely one of his favorite Halloweens to date.

HENRY STICKMIM COLLECTION:

Henry and Ellie knew it was going to happen and were more than surprised to also see Charles planning ahead by making a list for what they needed, even admitting he'd been following the news and rumors and stocking up on ADD medicine so he wouldn't have to go out to get them.

The other soldiers weren't worried until they were told to go home and take a break for a little bit.

Triple Threat wasn't really effected until day 24.

On day 1, they just hung out and were relatively calm, working online, doing workouts to stay fit, and just being as normal as possible.

On day 24, all three are more than a little bored. Henry's bored enough to andwer calls from telemarketers and prank them, Ellie's contemplating bleaching her hair with peroxide, and Charles is playing with fidget toys he's bough and collected over the years, though he's doing it more because he's a little stressed than bored.

Henry and Ellie are surprised to this this, but Charles admits he used to bite his nails a lot, but stopped after a LONG while.

Speaking of names, Ellie paints hers and the boys', though while Henry paints his in clear coat, Charles paints one hand black and the other in red, mint, and glittery pink on one nail because try stopping him.

It makes Ellie laugh and pisses off Henry so much.

Ellie gets calls from her family saying they want her to come home, or closer to home, because they're worried and she instead blocks their numbers.

They watch a lot of horror movies as a reason to stay inside.

When they get bored of American horror and try Japanese, Asian, and more western horror movies.

Instant regret.

They watched the movie Audition and Henry looked at a very unimpressed Charles, who said the antagonist was being sloppy, and hid all the kitchen knives, saws, and sharp and blunt objects, including tools(must've remembered Human Piece).

He stopped after a week of Charles being himself and literally shaking at Hannibal Lecter as they watched the Silence of The Lambs series.

All three open up more about their lives. It's ugly, there's yelling, conflicting life philosophies, and even some insults thrown. Henry admits that gotten screwed over by the law enough times while fending for himself to have as little faith in it as possible, Ellie admits she ran away from home and would rather die than go back because of how tight of a leash they kept her on, and Charles admits that while he has thought about quitting on the government and turning to a life of crime, he never did because that would have been to easy of a choice. Training for the military was and still is hard as hell, which Henry and Ellie can tell because Charles can physically do more than them(if they ran a mile, Henry and Ellie would be exhausted and Charles wouldn't even be out of breath), but he's never given up on it because he knew his parents would skin him, if they were still alive.

There were tears at the end, and the team all needing to be alone for a little bit, but they were back together and agreed to be a little more open with each other, since they were a team now.

[emersonfreepress]

ok ok in the spirit of community, how would the ros fair in a paintball war?

(referring to this ask! like the zombie au post this ended up making me think a lot 😅)

ohh... interesting, interesting... p sure the only paintball wars i’ve really seen were the ones featured in The League, Peep Show, and Community... but let me wrack my lil head...

ok, i ended up coming at this from multiple angles like the zombie au post 😅 always so much to consider in battle environments! and in the spirit of community, I'll stick with the individual player elimination style paintball match. in the woods with other e prep seniors. last one standing wins bragging rights

Gabe

Shooting skill | 6/10 - Experience with shooting and practice with Kile ofc

Stealthiness | 8/10 - He's done a fair amount of sneaking around during his after school activities, is super observant (or just paranoid lol), and naturally light on his feet. Good luck ambushing him.

Strategy | 8/10 - Strike deals. Do favors. Form alliances. Shoot 'em in the back once they’ve outlived their usefulness. ...What? It’s just paintball.

How does he win? | Graciously. Gabe likes winning, and especially via strategic manipulation, so it puts a smile on his face. And he's in a good mood so he treats a bunch of you to ice cream or smth 👀

How does he lose? | Slumps in frustration at being outwitted or taken off-guard, sulks about it for a little while. He's not that sore of a loser but needs time to lick his wounds and stop thinking of the different choices he could have made.

Kile

Shooting | 9 - The most accurate shooter of the cast and easily one of the best shots at E Prep. Lots of practice + talent

Stealth | 10 - They're stupid good at climbing trees and 100% consider that a valid method of ambushing their classmates. People start having flashbacks to 3rd and 4th grade recess and P.E. Scanning the trees. They just start taking people out with such efficiency it quickly starts ruining the game 😂

Strategy | 0? 10?? - “...Strategy? You just stay out of sight and kill 'em all, right?” (immediately scolded by Gabe for word choice 🙄) They really do mainly stay out of sight and pick people off with max stealth, like 😆 they'd be such a terror, people would need to take them out early for anyone else to stand a chance! They spend a lot of the game staking out the most frequented paths in the area and taking out groups quickly, all at once. Then they'll get around to stalking and picking people off one by one. The real fun...

Winner type | Stoic. Likes winning combat but the stakes were non-existent, so... the win is meaningless! this just infuriates the losers more 😅 such disrespect

Loser type | Sucks their teeth and tosses their paintball gun to the ground. "Y'all suck." (they're over it five mins later tho lol)

Jack

Shooting | 3 - This is nothing like shooting light guns... ☹️

Stealth | 5 - Not just due to his size making him an easier target, but homeboy is liable to get distracted by a cute squirrel or some pretty flowers 😂 He's not great at keeping his voice down either so good conversation would make him easy to seek out. He's just out here enjoying a beautiful day 😅

Strategy | 7 - All that movie-watching (and DMing) make him a valuable creative mind for problem-solving, but he needs a cooperative team to be effective. Rescued and recruited by Rupan/Rohan early on in the game ^ ^

Winner type | Disbelief! And everyone’s content and satisfied with him winning. Except Vivian/Vincent, that jealous fool

Loser type | Doesn't mind losing at all! He just hopes he was a good teammate and was glad to have fun ☺️

Jessie

Shooting | 7 - Comes from a family of hunters, girly knows how to shoot.

Stealth | 6 - Familiar enough with woods and stalking prey to be capable of sneaking around. Having too much fun to not giggle and get overly invested in the developing plot of the game. Even more easily distracted by critters and flora than Jack 😅

Strategy | 5 - Oh, she's just here to have fun. She'll go with whatever the person she's teaming up with decides, but can adapt easily enough.

Winner type | Surprised... then elated! Bouncing and happy and it's completely contagious. No hard feelings about a single thing. Convinces Heidi to invite people to the Emerson Estate—it's a hot day and they have a nice pool

Loser type | Same as Jack! Congratulates the winner with a hug because she's sweet like that 🧁

Rain

Shooting | 2 - This... thing is so cumbersome. And ugly. At least it shoots pretty colors.

Stealth | 7 - Small and used to sneaking around different environments and seeking out hiding spots. Their height and frame makes them harder to spot too.

Strategy | 4 - Hide!!! They’re not getting assaulted with paint and pellets!! Especially not after managing to make this ugly jumpsuit look cute?? Waiting it out is perfectly legitimate. Might share snacks if you decide to join them in hiding 😆

Winner type | Falls asleep in an unexpectedly cozy hiding spot and emerges as everyone thought they’d declared the winner. I imagine R and others yelling at them to get their gun while the original winner scrambles to get theirs, just for Rain to win by pure luck of the draw. Won’t stop them bragging about it, though! (I want this spurned runner-up to be Vi bc ofc)

Loser type | "So I can stop holding this thing?" Yawn. "I'm so hungry and bored, we've been at this for hours..."

Rupan/Rohan

Shooting | 4 - Ah, shit. These don't shoot anything like light guns.

Stealth | 7 - They sneak out and around town a lot 😂 They just force themself to be careful about how loud grass and bushes are.

Strategy | 7 - They’re treating this shit like an action movie and banding together a ragtag team of misfits to take down the strongest alliances and players. Savvy enough to reject Gabe’s and Curt’s offers to join, not opposed to strategic backstabs. They're very clearly just as focused on having fun as they are on winning—and playing Predator, which honestly works with Kile runnin around. They even brought war paint and borrowed a tactical vest. Is it mostly packed with snacks and weed? Maybe. Does it prove useful for negotiations? Hell yeah.

Winner type | Raucous celebration, just pure joy and adrenaline ☺️ Celebrates with their team, brags a bit, rubs it into Vi's face, makes fun of Curt, the usual. Then invites allies out to get pizza because it's the obvious next step

Loser type | Mostly disappointed they can't keep playing. They're a little sore about being left out of the action, but soon just start chatting with other marked players about how the game went for them. Plenty entertaining on its own, they want all the details

Vivian/Vincent

Shooting | 5 - They've got a little bit of shooting experience.

Stealth | 4 - They're overly sensitive and hate being in nature. Their skin is sticky, they keep feeling bugs everywhere, they've gotten dirt all over their pants, it's so hot, they keep WALKING into SPIDERWEBS, [flails about, screaming furiously]

Strategy | 8 - They have good ideas, they're just difficult to execute alone, especially since they're getting sunburnt and getting crankier and can't stop swatting at insects 😅 they're one of the first people to figure out that someone's taking out groups from the trees, so they stay solo and try to find a single person to team up with. Really what they need is someone who's a better shot but easy to boss around. They can probably just owe them for an in-school favor...

Winner type | Barely suppressed gloating. Vi somehow finds a way to be an obnoxious winner almost entirely by the look on their face. Once they're in a smaller group, they're passionately discussing the details of the game and happily boasting about their triumphs (while glossing over all of the whining and and slip-ups lol)

Loser type | Booo, such a sore loser. (Especially in the scenario where Rain wins 🤣) If they're outsmarted or outgunned in a clear, transparent way they'll growl and stomp off, then quietly glower and sulk for way too long. If they're double-crossed or beaten in an underhanded way oh lord —they're fighting it to the end. R can't help but get involved either way, reminding them it was a damn game with literally no prize. "C'mon, Vi, chill. You want ice cream? Let's get you ice cream."

Heidi

Shooting | 6 - Some shooting experience.

Stealth | 8 - She's very aware of her surroundings and her body. Perceptive yet quiet. Tactical. All residual traits picked up from her many activities over the years.

Strategy | 9 - Most likely to outsmart everyone. The first one to figure out groups are being targeted from the trees. Goes it alone and only open to trading (unless she sees Curt with Jess in which case she puts a quick pin in her plans to rescue her 😂). She also immediately figures out it's Kile, because ofc it is. Keeps close tabs on what groups are doing, knowing that eventually Kile will come down to ground level to pick off individuals and couples. Predator becomes prey 👀

Winner type | Proud but not boasting. She doesn't need to be. Victory looks good on her, natural and fitting. Thanks everyone for a good game then takes the girls for a long ride in the Cadillac 😎 top down on a bright day, baby

Loser type | Damn. She should have won this. Maybe if she'd... She probably could have... Then she snaps out of it, roped in by the celebratory mood of congratulating the winner. She's over any feelings of frustration or regret after getting to discuss the match with the person that took her out/the winner and there's no hard feelings. If anything this was fun as hell, it should be an annual thing. ☺️

Curt

Shooting | 8 - Some shooting experience and a natural knack for it. Good reflexes.

Stealth | 8 - Curt likes to say he gets along with the woods around these parts. Sneaking around is second nature to him. Really good hearing too. He's an easy target if you manage to seduce him though, having no issue leaving himself vulnerable if it means that kind of fun 😂

Strategy | 7 - Honestly, he's most interested in seeing how long he can get away with using charm and seduction for both protection and double-crossing 😂 Eventually becomes persona non grata and gets all of his ammo stolen by a vengeful mark, barely getting away in the process. Since that jig is up, he finally starts thinking a win might be nice... and so he teams up with the only competent player who would never betray him and also inspires the least vitriol in others: Jessie. What? Is his back-up plan using her as a human shield? No! 😚 Of course not! 👉👈

Winner type | Insufferable and gloating. Rubs it in a lot of people's faces, specifically Heidi, Rupan/Rohan, and any participants who genuinely don't like him. Brags to Gabe (who is completely disinterested in gassing him up 😂), then promises he'll make things up to Jessie (who didn't mind and had fun lol). Then celebrates by asking whoever he's flirting with these days for a quick date—and a ride in the Ferrari. Makes a scene pulling out of the parking lot. Ass.

Loser type | Doesn't care one bit as long as he had fun! And he always finds a way to have fun, it's why he's so carefree 😅

[unlikelymilkshakedream]

A/n: sorry this took a little longer than usual, I had a huge project for one of my classes that was the only thing on my mind for like a week. Here is part 2 to the charlie weasley story I made a while ago. Hope you enjoy!

**Flash forwards 7 months to the week before valentines day**

Love was thick in the air at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry the week before valentines day, not only were people excited to spend the day with their loved ones, but the big school dance was atop everyone's minds.

It was no different for Y/N Y/L/N and Charlie Weasley. The couple was now into their 7th month of dating and they were absolutely head over heels for each other, let alone in the time of valentines day.

In the 7 months they've been together, they of course got to all the things couples do. Sneaking around at 2am, stealing kisses in the hallways between classes, driving their friends up a wall because they couldn't stop fawning over each other, you name it.

Their friend sof course, were beyond happy for them, seeing as they were placing bets on if this year would finally be the year they go together, (of course, Barnaby had lost.)

Now coming up on valentines day, you could guess they already had a date planned.

"Y/n?" Charlie said one afternoon on their way to charms class.

"Yes charlie?" She said with the biggest grin on her face.

"I was just wondering what color my tie should be so it can match your dress at the dance." He said with that mischievous smirk.

"Hmm, I didn't know i was going to the dance, no one has asked me yet." She said looking around for someone who wasn't there.

"Ahh, fantastic! Then there won't be any competition." Charlie said as he magically pulled flowers from behind his back. "Y/n y/l/n, would you do my the honors and go to the valentines day dance with me?" He bent down as if he was curtsying.

"Why yes charlie weasley, I would love to." He stands up and kisses her cheek just as they hear a round of applause. Both turning find their friends, Penny, Rowan, Ben and Andre standing down the corridor from them.

"Congrats guys, now come on, we don't want to be late." Rowan exclaims. The couple laughs and pecks each other's lips, heading off in the direction of their class.

As y/n sits down next to her best friend Rowan, she feels a nudge in her ribs. "What Rowan?"

"Will you go to hogsmeade with me Penny, and tonks later? I'm pretty sure we're going to buy dresses. It could be a fun girls day."

"Of course Rowan, I would love to." She says with a huge grin on her face. She turns to charlie, who is talking with Ben.

"Well charlie, I known dragons are fascinating to you, but to me, I can't imagine a more terrifying things." She laughs interrupting their conversation.

"Well ben, I promise you charlie would not let one harm you." She turns towards charlie. "Hey im gonna go to hogsmeade with the girls tomorrow." He smiles

"Okay, I'll miss you." She laughs.

"Charlie ill be gone for a few hours. You'll be fine." He sighs but agrees.

The next day, y/n, tonks, Penny, and Rowan are making their way down to the village, intending on heading to the dress shop, when a snowball comes flying at tonks head. Everyone stops and turns to see Andre, Ben, Barnaby and Bill picking up snow.

The girls laugh it off and pick snow up as well, engaging in a snowball fight that the girls are clearly winning. Y/n throws one directly and Barnabys head which hits him dead in the face signaling the defeat of the boys with a tremendous roar of laughter.

As the girls say goodbye to the boys and make their way into the dress shop, to the dislike of the owner since they were wet from the snow, they are all having great times.

"I don't think I've ever seen Barnaby that shocked since when you hit him y/n." Tonks say with a roar of laughter. She laughs.

"Yeah, he didn't know what was coming ro him." They all laugh together.

"Hello ladies, what are we shopping for today?" The owner comes over and looks at the group of girls.

"Well, we would all like to purchase dresses for an upcoming ball, preferably color coordinated, although maybe not y/n since she of course has to match with her date." Penny explains with a smirk in y/n's direction.

"I see, well what colors would you like?" The women asks the girls.

"Well for me, I think red would be the best option, since charlies favorite color is red. Do you have a burgundy or wine color dress?" Y/n finishes as the owner smiles and goes to the back to look.

"Of course, charlie would love to see you in burgundy, although, I bet he already has seen more than that." Penny says with a huge smirk on her face. She of course is talking about the 2am adventure y/n and charlie took an abandoned corridor, and did some things... (ill stop there so not every single piece of mine is smut;)

Y/ns cheeks turn a deep shade of red as the owner comes back with multiple dresses to try on. A few hours later, the girls were satisfied with their purchases, y/n choosing a beautiful burgundy dress that extenuated her figure nicely, and her friends with blue dresses that all looked amazing on them.

When they got back to the castle, they went to their common rooms and decided to get some rest, as it was quite late, considering they took forever to try on dresses.

The next morning, y/n met charlie in the common room and they walked to breakfast together.

"So, you never answered my question a couple days ago." Charlie started. "What color tie shall I be wearing?" He said with a grin.

Y/n laughed at that. "I won't reveal too much, but I would go with a dark red to match my drop dead gorgeous dress." He laughed

"Ooh I can't wait." They held as hands as they walked into breakfast.

The morning of the dance was filled with sunshine through y/n's window. It was a Saturday and she was going to get ready with her friends for the ball the evening.

She started the day by getting breakfast and listening to her favorite songs. By nightfall, she was with all her friends, getting ready to have charlie drooling over her.

"Y/n, show us your beautiful dress." She went into the changing room and got on her dress, which looked amazing with her curled hair. She walked out and everyone turned to her.

"Holy shit y/n/n, you look amazing." She giggled, "thanks Rowan. Come on everyone get dressed so we can go to this thing." Within an hour everyone was making their way downstairs at 7:30pm as the dance started at 8pm.

When all the girls were downstairs at the entrance of the ball, y/n got nervous.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" Rowan asked her best friend as she had yet to enter the hall.

"I don't know Rowan, i just, what if charlie doesn't like it? What if I fall on my face like an idiot, what if-"

"Hey, hey, hey, just take a deep breathe, okay? Girl you look so beautiful you don't even know, charlie is so in love with you that he is going to think you look good no matter what. You're beautiful and you don't need to stress like this. Okay? Come on." Y/n smiled at her.

"Thanks Rowan, you're the best friend ever." They hugged and y/n entered the hall, all eyes turning towards her and Rowan. Charlies mouth dropped open and bill had to quickly shut if for him. Y/n giggled at that as she made her way over to him.

"Y/n, you look, amazing." Charlie smiled. "Thank you, you don't look too bad yourself red." He offered you his arm and you took it. Walking into the dance with Charlie, you felt such euphoria, you were with all of your friends and your boyfriend, it was the perfect night.

"Y/n, may I have this dance?" Charlie asked, standing from the table where his friends sat.

"Ah, such a gentleman. Of course charlie." She smiled at her friends as they waved.

As the couple took their place on the dance floor, they felt so in love with each other.

"You look so beautiful tonight y/n, I love this dress on you." She giggled.

"Thank you charlie, you look dashing as well." She said as she leaned in to kiss him, which he reciprocated almost immediately.

"Wow, y/n, that was,"

"Amazing." The two moved closer to each other as they danced, her head on his shoulder.

"I love you y/n." She froze in her place. He felt it and pulled away. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that, we're so young and i-" he didn't get to finish as she pulled him for a kiss.

"Its okay charlie, I love you too." He smiled as they continued dancing, into the most perfect night ever.

A/n: okay, this one is not as good as the first, sorry! But I hope you liked it, I think it's cute. Warning, next chapter there will be ANGST!heart break and sadness lies ahead lol. Please let me know what you thinked of this chapter, it means a lot to me <3

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I wouldn't mind that post on VNs!

So I was gonna write three different lists, but then after writing the first part I realized this is very long and takes a while to write and nobody cares anyway so I’ll just post my recommended list only. Well, I mean, you asked, but I doubt you wanted all this lol. Thank you for giving me an excuse to talk about this stuff, though. Hope you enjoy my ramblings!

An explanation for what this list is: Sometimes I know a game isn't perfect in many aspects but I still had a genuinely good time playing it, hence why I'm recommending it. Also I should mention that I could talk for hours about some of these games so if anyone’s curious about more of my thoughts, let me know.

Alright, now that that's out of the way ...

How to Take Off Your Mask / How to Fool a Liar King / How to Sing to Open Your Heart (f/m): This is a trilogy of smaller, single-RO games where you can take one of two routes depending on how you act, and they’re all interconnected where you get to meet and interact with the previous games’ characters in the sequel games. I went into this expecting very little but what I got blew me away with how funny, charming and cute the games were. They don’t take themselves too seriously, at one point an angsty male character monologues deeply about some shit, and another one just slides into frame and starts mocking him. It was so fucking funny, holy shit. Also, a central theme is literally racism against catgirls? Which is monumentally stupid, and probably the games’ main flaw, especially in the final game where it pairs up a catgirl with a catgirl racist, but that one still ends with a literal bisexual queen literally making a man her malewife because she fell in love with his cooking, so like ... It speaks for itself. My favorite game of the three is the second one, where you get to play a punchy fake catgirl and romance a pink-haired prince. And honestly, all the female protags in these games are lovely and a breath of fresh air, and the male characters are fun and not abusive assholes either. There’s full Japanese voice acting, and two out of three female protags are literal catgirls who pepper in “nya” and “mya” into their dialogue, and it’s just treated as a quirk of their catgirl race. I AM NOT KIDDING. Yet somehow it never comes off as cringe, because it doesn’t take it self too seriously. These games are just cozy. That’s the only way I can describe them. Cozy and hilarious. Play them yesterday. Dream Daddy (m/m): Man tumblr did this game dirty. This is just a cute, wholesome daddy dating simulator with gorgeous art. Coming out on Top (m/m): So you know Dream Daddy? What if it was EXTREMELY, MAJORLY NSFW? Though I realize how bad the comparison really is, the only thing these games have in common is that they’re gay dating sims and don’t have an anime art style and oh, yeah, they’re both really well-written. Or at least, extremely funny. COOT (heh) is DDADDS’ horny older cousin, and I first encountered the game on a lesbian letsplayer’s YouTube channel. Yes I watched a lesbian play a gay porn game and it was GOOD. I was there for the cringe and fun and got surprised by how genuinely funny and sometimes actually touching the game was. I can’t give it my universal endorsement because it’s not a game for everyone, as I said, it’s extremely NSFW and the menu theme literally includes the singers screaming “SEX SEX” at the top of their lungs. There’s more to this game than the porn, but there’s just so much porn. It can be censored in the settings but it’s unavoidable. However, I still think it’s worth a look just because of how funny it is and how charming the characters are. If you don’t want to play it yourself, at least watch Anima’s playthrough of it. It hasn’t aged super well in some spots but I still go back to it every now and then. Akash: Path of the Five (f/m): This game markets itself as a more “professionally produced” western dating sim, and that’s accurate in some superficial aspects. The game is pretty poorly written, but it’s absolutely gorgeous and has really good English voice acting by actual professional voice actors. The premise is quite self-indulgent, but I genuinely respect that about it. You play as the only female elemental in a village with only men, and all five of your classmates want a piece of you. It’s clear the writers have put some thought into the lore and worldbuilding of this world, but barely any of it comes through in the actual writing and plot, which is basically just a vehicle for you to get together with your boy of choice. The ROs aren’t very well-developed either, and the plot is the same in every route with only minor variations depending on which guy you pick, up to the point where the protag has the same voice lines in some parts regardless of which guy she’s talking about. It also has one extra half-route that’s so bad and pointless I genuinely wonder why they wasted resources on making it instead of spending a bit more on the writing/adding some variations to the main plot. So why am I recommending this game? Well, it’s pretty, and it sounds nice. This game is a himbo, gorgeous but dumb as rocks. Enjoy it for what it is. I know I did. Get it when it’s on sale, I think if I hadn’t gotten it at half-price I would’ve felt a bit more cranky about it. Also Rocco is bae. Mystic Destinies: Serendipity of Aeons (f/m): Yes that’s the full title, no I don’t know what it means either. You may have noticed how most of the games so far I’ve enjoyed because they don’t take themselves too seriously? Well, this one does. It takes itself SO FUCKING SERIOUSLY. Like, way too seriously. It’s a little embarrassing at points because baby, you’re an urban fantasy dating sim. Calm down. But the game has gorgeous art and 3 out of 5 routes are very good. The last route, the one with your teacher, is both the most problematic yet somehow the one that breaks down the very concept of a dating sim within its own narrative (yes, this shit gets fucking META) and it got so wild at the end that 1) I still listen to the soundtrack for that route and 2) I still remember it to this day despite finishing it ages ago. My favorite route is Shou, he’s a sweetheart, but the mindfuck route is so buckwild that I think the game is worth playing just for that. There’s also a route that’s like a neo-noir mystery? I Do Not Know. This game is many, many things and it does them so sincerely and tries so hard, you can’t help but respect it. It doesn’t always stick the landing but man, just let this thing take your hand and wax poetic at you for a bit. Also get this one at a sale because it’s very expensive to get the full version. I got it for 9 bucks on itch.io and I felt that was a fair enough price, I’d say I wouldn’t have minded paying more for it because there’s a lot of content to enjoy and/or be baffled by. Arcade Spirits: This one’s a bit more weird from what I recall, and I honestly couldn’t tell you much about it, but I remember having a very good time with it and recommending it to a friend when she was going through some tough times and she said it made her feel better. I remember it making me feel better, as well. This is a VN about an arcade and the ROs are wonderfully diverse, with very real human conflicts that get explored in each of their routes. It can get quite existential and heavy at times, but in the end it’s a kindhearted game that I think everyone can enjoy. The main character was also, how you say, mood. It’s a game about getting possessed by a video game and then learning self-love. Ebon Light (f/m): This one’s free/name your own price on itch.io so go play it. It’s a weird plot where you play as a girl who ate an elven relic? And then the elves kidnap you because you’re the relic now. All the ROs are extremely pasty (like, literally white, as in literally the color white) dark-haired elves, except for one, who’s an extremely pasty blond elf, so ... diversity? I honestly don’t know what this game is aside from unique. I used to be a bit put off by the art style but now I think it contributes to the general atmosphere. It’s a weird game that technically doesn’t do anything groundbreaking but still left an impression of “huh. weird” in my mind and I think more people should play it. The ROs are all pretty generic dating sim archetypes but done well, with bonus points to Duliae who’s just a massive creep and I love him, and also Vadeyn who’s the only bitch in this house I respect. The worldbuilding is honestly a bit buckwild and I can’t give enough credit for how unique the elves’ culture is in this game. Definitely give it a go. Hakuoki: Kyoto Winds / Hakuoki: Edo Blossoms (f/m): These two are newer releases of an older Japanese visual novel. I wouldn’t call it a dating sim, it’s ... it’s more of a super depressing historical fantasy epic with some minor romance aspects awkwardly wedged in. It’s seriously some of the heaviest and most grimdark shit I’ve ever played in a VN/otome. I don’t understand why it’s a dating sim, it doesn’t read like one, it’s just historical fantasy based on real world events with characters based on real people, and they kill and they die and they grieve and they suffer. The games are literally about the downfall of the Shinsengumi, there’s no way of avoiding everything going to shit and you get to watch and be in the middle of it all as they struggle to stay alive and relevant in a world that doesn’t need them anymore. And there’s the protag in the middle of it all, being useless and submissive and bland just the way the usual otome protag is. I don’t think these games are necessarily fun, and the romance is certainly a lot more downplayed and deeply problematic just based on the age differences alone with some of the men, but the sheer amount of horror and sadness in these games make them stand out above its peers. It’s like watching a war movie. Since most of the characters are based on real people, they feel like real people instead of the usual otome archetypes, and they are so, SO flawed, it’s interesting to just watch them deal with the shit the world throws at them. It’s an Experience, and if you’re up for it, I think it’s worth the time. Cinderella Phenomenon (f/m): This game is free on Steam so go get it. You play as a really, genuinely shitty princess who gets cursed to be poor and forgotten and she has to help one of the ROs break his fairy tale curse so that she can learn about being a good person herself and return to her normal life. This game doesn’t look like much, but it has a genuinely well-written main character who’s actually at the center of each of the stories and in the overarching plot instead of just being around to make eyes at the real protagonists, aka the love interests. Aside from the main character, my favorite part of this game’s writing is how each route slowly but very smoothly expands upon the overarching intrigue. If you play them in a certain order, you get more and more info revealed to you that you didn’t see in other routes, gaps are filled in as you find out more about what actually happened and why, but every route also stands on its own as a full experience and none is more canon than the rest. There’s also some really heavy emotional parental abuse explored, which I found quite potent at times. The romances themselves were alright, I think Karma and Waltz were my faves.

[wish-i-wasnt-a-coward]

Everything and nothing

Unpacking sucks, but it sucks less with friends. Or, Roman is gay and Remus is feral. 

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

Parings: eventual LAMP, eventual demus

Warnings: mention of braking bones and biting

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Loud crashing echoed through the previously silent Prince household. Roman shot up in bed expecting to see her twin launching themselves at him. But the room was empty. 

Roman relaxed with a sigh, Remus had just fallen down the stairs again. He probably should make sure that they weren’t dead… but her bed was soft and warm and Remus had almost complete immunity to breaking bones.

She unplugged her phone, yawing. Patton had sent a good morning text. Even seeing their name on the screen gave Roman butterflies. He sent a quick text back as he shifted through boxes looking for something acceptable to wear. 

Perhaps putting off unpacking hadn’t been the best plan.

He pulled a box out from the corner and began arranging his bottle collection on the window sill. The sill itself is very wide so roman up shelves going all the way up the window, letting the sunshine shimmer through the bottles and jars, lighting up the room with rainbow colors. 

He slid a few boxes across the room but was quickly distracted by a text from Pat; 

Patton 💙😍✨

Hey!!!!!!! What are you going to be doing today?

I’m with a friend of mine and would love for you to meet him!!! 

Hey Pat! I’m going to be unpacking all day :(

The two of you are more than welcome to come by and help me!

That sounds perfect!!! 

He’s very good at organization, though he may make fun of you for having a lot of stuff…

That’s fine, I'm sure I can take it :)

 I live at (insert house number)

Ok!!!! 

See you in 10???

See you in 10 😃

Roman grinned at her phone and frantically began moving boxes so it looked less like someone had released a passel of rabid possums in the room. 

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Patton excitedly shimmied in place as she rang the doorbell. She knew for a fact that Logan was going to love Roman as much as she did. The two were very different but so were her and Virgil, and they got along great!

The door suddenly burst open, revealing a kid who looked a lot like Roman but had a mustache and tattoos on their collar bone. 

Patton smiled at the intimidating figure, “Hello! I’m Patton, Romans friend. Are you Remus?” the twin looked down at her and grinned diabolically, “the one and only! Romans being productive- like a fucking loser. He did tell me about you, but not your friend. Who are they, what are their pronouns, and how difficult do you think it would be to bite them?” 

There was a moment of silence before the slightly frightened Logan stepped forward, “My name is Logan, my pronouns are he/him. Please do not bite me, or any person for that matter. Not only could you harm the person but you could contract any number of diseases from both bacteria and the potential breakage of skin” 

“PFFFFFFFF!!!!! I like you nerd. Come on in, Romans upstairs” Remus said as they opened the door and let the two in. 

The house was relatively small. A hall containing a staircase, a living room, and a kitchen packed with boxes made up the first floor. It was cozy and warm, the walls were mostly painted in hues of reds and oranges and the few unpacked things were beautiful enough to distract from the towers of boxes. 

Logan stopped to admire three swords mounted to the wall. They shone in the dim lamplight, but he could see markings around the hilts indicating that they were genuine artifacts. He liked these people already. 

Remus sprinted up the stairs, followed closely by Patton both grinning. At the top of the stairs, Remus pointed at the four doors in the hall, “that one is the bathroom, the one next to it is our parent’s room, the one at the end of the hall is mine and the closest to the stairs is Roman. I’d say let me know if you need me but I have no idea why you would. Have fun ;)” 

Remus grinned and disappeared into his room. “Huh” Patton said, “he’s umm, interesting” “Patton they quite literally said winky face at the end of their sentence. That is not interesting, it is completely deranged” Logan said before smiling slightly “I’m certainly... anticipating meeting his twin”. He gently knocked on the white door before pushing it open. 

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Roman was losing her shit. She was so excited, the cutest person in the world was going to be in his room! He was so wrapped up in the exhilaration of it he forgot that his brother was home. How? she’ll never actually know. Remus had a way of alerting everyone in a 5-mile radius of their presence, nonetheless, Roman forgot. That was, until she heard Remus outside her door, saying goodbye to the others in the hallway. He held his breath as the door swung open seconds later. 

And oh gods

Patton still was incredibly cute in mostly pastel blue and another skirt. But the other person in her door frame was so lovely he instantly regretted not breathing. They were far more simple in outfit and mannerism. Black jeans and a blue button-down shirt. Their face was serious and intimidating but their eyes held a glint of sharpness behind square glasses that told Roman not to mess with them. 

Looking at the two figures standing next to each other Roman was sure that his heart was going to explode from the sheer attractiveness radiating from the two. ‘Come on Ro, they’re just people. You know Patton you can do this,’ Roman thought to herself as she put down the box he had been holding and swiftly crossed the room. 

Patton squealed and scooped her up in a hug, “oh my gosh it’s so good to see you again!”, Roman smiled, “Oh yeah! Logan meet Roman! Roman; Logan” Patton said as she pulled away. 

Logan smiled at Roman (jhjhjjjkjkrf) who was slightly shorter than him and held out a hand. “Lovely to make your acquaintance Roman” Roman grinned, “you as well” she took his hand and kissed the knuckles. Causing Logan’s cheeks to flush a light pink which Roman took careful note of whilst his heart did cartwheels in his chest. 

“Awww that was so cute” Patton cooed “but we’re here to help! What do you want us to do kiddo?!” Patton said excitedly looking into a box that appeared to be filled with candles. “Hmmmm” Roman said thoughtfully, standing back up. “Well you said Logan enjoyed organization, would you be opposed to unpacking the books?” Logan shook his head and looked towards the boxes overflowing with books. “Is there any particular way you want them organized?” he asked, “I usually do them by color but whatever way you do it is perfect” Roman replied with a smile. 

“Patton, would you mind going through some of my jewelry? Some of the boxes broke during the move and a bunch of them are tangled or need to be paired” Roman said, looking nervously into a box she had just opened. “That sounds perfect kiddo!!” she said, sliding it away from Roman and sitting it on the bed to pull out the jewelry boxes. 

The three fell into an easy rhythm; Logan making comments of Romans book taste or asking opinions on books he planned to read. Patton asking where on earth he had gotten the mushroom earrings because if she didn’t get them at some point she was going to die. 

After a few hours they had emptied around half of the boxes, Logan was done but the others kept getting distracted. Roman now had Logan's number and, as the two were leaving, was told that he was, “most certainly invited to spend more time with myself and our other friends during school hours, once it begins of course”. As Roman laid in his partially unpacked room he grinned up at the ceiling. She had friends. 

[softest-cinnamon-roll]

Hi Amy 💕💕 I was thinking about this really hard and ofc didn’t wanna write it myself,,, could you write a pining! Reddie 5+1 where 5 times they accidentally get into compromising positions and feel awkward/brush it off, and the one time they do something about it? Ily ❤️

pining (of the awkward kind)

summary: 5 times Richie and Eddie end up in compromising positions and the 1 time they do something about it.words: 4,626pairing: reddiea/n: thank you @richietoaster for this prompt! I hope you like it!

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1. In a closet

It had started as just a normal day at school. Eddie had arrived with Richie and Bill before meeting up with the rest of the losers at their lockers. They were officially seniors in High School and in less than six months they would all be leaving Derry and it’s judging citizens behind in the dust. The only downside was that, thanks to failing all of his SAT’s, Henry Bowers had been held back and was still prowling around the school, being nothing but a pain for the losers.

Most of the time they managed to avoid him, as he was either with the teachers, or he was skipping classes. Eddie often wondered if he ever really wanted to leave Derry High School, or if he was stuck in his weird ‘bullying’ stage. Probably the latter, he really was nothing but a piece of shit.

As the final bell rang for the day, Eddie shoved his books into his bag and made a beeline for Richie’s locker, where he would be waiting for him. It was a Friday, and he always went to Richie’s for dinner on a Friday. His mother hated it at first, but there was really nothing she could do, he wasn’t a little kid anymore. Anyway, he definitely was never going to pass up on the chance to spend alone time with his best friend.

It wasn’t like his crush on Richie was super obvious, but sometimes Eddie felt like he stared too long at the way Richie fixed his glasses, or licked his lips. Sometimes, Eddie had to hold himself back from just kissing the smug smile off of his best friends face. He never did though, there was no way. Richie could never find out about Eddie’s feelings, he would never let him live it down.

Just as he rounded the corner, Eddie spotted Richie right away and he walked over to him. “Richard,” he half yelled in his ear, making Richie jump. “Gotcha.”

“Fucking hell, Eddie Spaghetti,” Richie laughed, running a hand through his hair. Eddie noticed that his cheeks were tinged a light red and he was about to ask him what was wrong when Henry rounded the corner from the other side, his eyes zeroing in on them. “Fuck.”

Before Eddie could even blink, Richie’s hand was wrapped around his wrist and they were running down the corridor at full speed with Henry right on their tails. Eddie was glad that he had taken up track, so he had enough stamina to outrun the bully who spent most of the day smoking and eating crap from the discount store.

“In here,” Richie hissed, pulling open one of the janitors closets and pulled Eddie inside, closing the door as soon as they were both safe. The closet was tiny, only enough room for the two of them to stand, but not comfortably as they were pressed chest to chest, faces mere inches from each other.

Eddie felt his cheeks heat up as he felt Richie’s breath fanning over his face. They were so fucking close. Outside the closet, Henry’s running footsteps passed the closet and around the corner. The fact that the closet was dark, Eddie was pleased as his face and it’s redness couldn’t be seen.

“Is he gone?” Eddie breathed and he heard Richie suck in a breath, as though he had just realised how close they really were. Richie was silent for a while before he cleared his throat and a hand brushed over Eddie’s arm as he reached for the door. It creaked open and since Eddie was the closer of the two, he peeked his head out. “I- yeah. He’s gone.”

Carefully, they both stepped out of the closet and back into the lit hallway. Eddie could still feel his cheeks burn and he glanced to the side to see Richie looked almost equally as flustered as he did. Not wanting to make the whole situation worse, Eddie cleared his throat, “Shall we?”

Richie looked over at him, something flashing in his eyes before he nodded and they headed to the exit. “Yeah, we shall.”

2. Movie Night.

Richie was running late, as always. It was the Loser’s monthly movie night that took place at the end of every month and this time it was at Ben’s place. He was meant to have been there an hour earlier, but his dad asked him to help him out with something first and he was going to get twenty bucks out of it, so there was no way he was turning that down.

He picked up the pace as he rounded the corner to the street where Ben lived, spotting his house on the corner. From where Richie was standing, he could see Bill’s car he had got from his parents for his seventeenth birthday and a little bit of jealousy flared up in his gut. Bill was the only loser so far with a car, and he always picked Eddie up when they were going to the other loser’s houses, as his mother refused to let him walk.

The thought of Bill and Eddie alone in a car as they drove from place to place made Richie want to vomit. He knew it was stupid, as they were friends and Richie had no real claim over Eddie since he refused to tell him how he felt, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to be the one driving Eddie around and picking him up from his house, not Bill.

Crossing the street, Richie focused on Ben’s door and walked up the porch, knocking on the door. It was answered by Arlene, Ben’s mom, who smiled and stepped aside to let him in. He smiled and kicked off his shoes before heading down to the basement of Ben’s house, where they always had their movie nights as it was some sort of den.

“And he finally arrives!” Stan called out as Richie stepped down into the basement, waving hello to everyone. They were already settled in their respective seats, the TV on pause as the movie was just ready to play the second Richie was settled.

“Sorry, Staniel. Dad had twenty bucks up for grabs, wasn’t going to turn it down,” Richie explained as he looked around the room for where he would be sitting. As he did so, his eyes landed on Eddie and Richie felt his soul almost leave his body. His best friend was dressed in his red short shorts, a white t-shirt and his white knee length socks. Eddie hadn’t worn that outfit since he was fifteen, so the fact that he was wearing it now was driving Richie insane.

Ever since the previous week when he had been trapped in a closet with Eddie as they hid from Bowers, he had been staring at his best friend more and more. The space in the closet, where their mouths were so fucking close, just made Richie’s feelings for Eddie all the more prominent, and now he couldn’t fucking stop.

Eddie was looking at him now, his brow furrowed into a confused, yet cute as fuck, gaze and Richie realised he had just been standing there like a fucking idiot for goodness knows how long. He noticed that the only available space was next to Eddie on the loveseat that was a bit too small to even be called that.

“Are you just going to stand there?” Eddie asked and Richie shook his head, crossing the room slowly and sitting on the couch next to Eddie. The fact that the couch was so fucking small, caused their sides to be pressed right up against each other, the skin of Eddie’s bare thigh rubbing against Richie’s jean clad one. He swore internally at his decision not to wear his shorts that night.

Bev pressed play on the movie and the lights were dimmed. It was some romantic comedy which had been pulled out of the hat, and Richie zoned out quite quickly. Instead, he focused on Eddie, who’s eyes were glued to the screen, drinking in each and every scene that was being shown. He watched his emotions change as the movie progressed, all the way to the end when he cried as one of the main couple passed away in the other’s arms. Unable to help himself, Richie wrapped an arm around Eddie’s shoulders, pulling him even closer.

Eddie didn’t even try to protest, he just buried his head into Richie’s neck and cried, his lips occasionally brushing against his skin. Richie wasn’t even sure how long they sat there like that, but it must have been long enough for the movie to end as suddenly, the lights were being flicked on and Eddie was jumping away from him.

Both of their cheeks were bright red and Richie cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair. Not wanting to face the conversation of their position, he reached for the popcorn and threw some at Stan, laughing loudly as he shrieked about getting it stuck in his hair.

That was a close one.

3. Twister

Things were getting weird between him and Richie and Eddie fucking hated it. Before, when Eddie did something to tease Richie they soon fell back into their regular routine, but ever since the movie night when he had worn his short shorts things had been...off.

Richie was avoiding him and whenever they were together as a group, he would sit next to someone else other than Eddie, which was not their routine. He was beginning to think that Bev had been wrong when it came to her observation that Richie had feelings for Eddie, as he refused to even look at him now. It was her idea for him to wear the shorts, hoping to make him do something, but all it did was push him away.

Now a week had passed and they were having a game night at Bill’s house, something that they tried to do once a month too, just like movie night. He was already at Bill’s place and Richie was running late as usual. Everyone was waiting for him, as the twister board sat in the middle of the floor just waiting to be played.

When Richie finally walked in, his eyes flitted over to Eddie’s almost immediately and he raised his hand in a wave. Richie did smile back, which was a good sign, before his eyes settled on the Twister board and he snorted, shaking his head. “Are you serious? I am not flexible enough for this game.”

“And you think we are?” Stan rolled his head, fixing his socks. “Suck it up Tozier, it was the game we picked and so it’s the game we’re playing. You know the rules.”

Eddie watched Richie tense up a little before he nodded and proceeded to kick off his shoes. They all got into position and Stan, as the one who arrived first, spun the board, the game began. At first it was nothing but a mess of seven limbs all tangled together, giggling the whole time. Mike was the first one out, followed by Bill then Bev and then Ben. Out of the three that were left, Eddie himself was the most flexible, moving his body in weird ways to reach the colours.

“Jesus Christ, Eds, you’re so fucking bendy,” Richie muttered under his breath as Stan slipped, falling to the ground, leaving just Eddie and Richie left in the game. Eddie was also very competetive, and he wanted to fucking win okay?

Not really thinking about his choice of words, Eddie blurted out, “Wouldn’t you like to see how bendy I can be,” which caused Richie to gasp, losing his balance. As he did so, he knocked Eddie over and he landed right on top of him, their faces mere inches from each other. If Eddie hadn’t shot his hands out to catch himself, their lips would have been pressed together.

Silence stretched over the whole room as all their friends went silent, watching the scene unfold. Eddie blinked down at Richie, his cheeks slowly heating up as he tried to get his body to catch up with his brain and get the fuck off of his best friend. Richie looked shell-shocked, as though this position was the last place he ever wanted to be, which made Eddie’s stomach twist.

Eventually, Eddie managed to force his body to move and he rolled off of Richie. He sat up, ready to apologise to his friend but Richie was already sitting up and running out of the room towards Bill’s ensuite. He felt a lump form in his throat and he looked at all his friends, especially Bev who was frowning in confusion. Everyone was still quiet until Ben cleared his throat and picked up the movie box.

“Why don’t we watch a movie for the rest of the night?” He asked and everyone agreed. Before anyone could stop him, Eddie bagged the single chair, so he didn’t have to sit next to Richie and deal with the weird awkwardness.

When Richie came back, he didn’t even say anything about the seating arrangements, and was silent for the rest of the night.

Well, fuck.

4. Hammock in the clubhouse

They were all settled in the clubhouse, enjoying a free Saturday with no school projects or homework that needed to be done. One of the downsides to being a senior was all the homework and projects they had to do in order to prepare for their SAT’s. This particular Saturday though, they were all completely free. Bev and Ben were sitting on the couch reading a comic, Stan was showing Mike some birds in his bird book, Bill was working on Silver in the corner and Richie was lounging in the hammock.

Eddie hadn’t arrived yet, and Richie felt guilty for thinking that he was a little happy he wasn’t. He knew that, as soon as Eddie arrived he would attempt to join Richie in the Hammock, as they always did. Richie just wasn’t sure that he could cope having Eddie so close to him without freaking out.

His mind was in a frenzy ever since the movie night and then the game of twister. Every time he looked at Eddie, Richie’s heart started hammering fast in his chest and his palms became clammy. Even his jokes were falling flat when Eddie was in his presence. It had taken a lot of late night conversations with himself for Richie to admit that he was pretty much in love with Eddie, and he had no idea what to do about it.

He couldn’t tell Eddie how he felt, he couldn’t tell anyone else how he felt but he knew he needed to get it off his chest. This lead Richie to standing by the kissing bridge, his dad’s knife in his hand, carving “R+E” into the wood. It was his own silent confession, and it took a little bit of the edge off.

The hatch to the clubhouse opened up and Eddie’s legs appeared on the ladder, followed by the rest of his body. Richie peeked over his comic at his friend, who looked absolutely stunning, as always. He was dressed in his pants and a white polo, which was better than his short shorts.

“Hey guys,” Eddie greeted, dusting himself off when he reached the bottom. Richie watched his eyes flit over to him on the hammock before he focused somewhere else. Suddenly, Richie was filled with the overwhelming thought that he didn’t want Eddie to sit anywhere else but with him.

Before Eddie could even move to find a new place to sit, Richie cleared his throat and patted the hammock. “There’s plenty of room over here Eds, don’t want to cramp Benverly’s love fest over there.” Bev flipped him off and he blew her back a kiss before shifting over in the hammock to make room for Eddie.

“Are you sure?” Eddie asked and Richie nodded in assurance, even though he could feel his heart rate pick up and his palms begin to sweat. Eddie kicked off his shoes and climbed into the hammock with Richie, his legs pressed up against Richie’s own. “Hey, Rich?”

Richie looked up over his glasses at Eddie, swallowing at the look on his face. Eddie’s expression was a mixture between hurt and a kicked bambi, and Richie hated it. “What’s up, Eds?”

“Are we okay?” He asked, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth and looking down at his lap. Richie felt his heart ache a little and he reached over, placing his hand on Eddie’s knee, squeezing it lightly. Eddie’s cheeks flushed and he looked up, their eyes meeting and Richie felt his heart lurch. Eddie was so fucking beautiful, all he wanted to do was kiss him.

“Of course we’re okay, Eds,” Richie croaked out and Eddie smiled softly, shifting a little closer to Richie so they were sitting mere inches from each other. It was like they were in their own little bubble, like none of the losers even existed right then. “We’re always going to be okay.”

Richie was about to say something else to Eddie, maybe even do something else, when Bill made a clatter, dropping his tool box and breaking the moment. Both of their cheeks flushed and they looked away from one another, settling back into the hammock on opposite sides.

From across the room, both boys completely missed the dramatic roll of Stan’s eyes.

5. Hide and Seek

“We are not five years old anymore, why are we playing hide and seek?” Eddie asked, crossing his arms as they all stood in the living room of Mike’s currently empty farmhouse. His grandfather was away for the weekend, leaving Mike in charge of the place, which was also an excuse to get all of his friends over.

Bev laughed, wrapping an arm around Eddie’s shoulders and he didn’t have it in him to shove her off. “Because, Eddie, this place is huge. It’s the perfect location for hide and seek, even you can’t deny it.” Eddie hated that Bev was right, but the thought of running around a dark farmhouse hiding from his friends was less than appealing.

“Come on, Eds,” Richie piped up, appeared right next to him and Eddie sucked in a breath. For once he was glad it was dark, so Richie couldn’t see how red his face had become. “It’ll be fun, and if you’re scared, I’ll protect you.”

Stan snorted and he rolled his eyes, “Richie, you couldn’t even protect yourself, never mind Eddie.” The rest of the losers laughed and Richie stuck his tongue out. Unable to help himself, Eddie laughed too, his eyes still trained on Richie.

“I’m going to count first,” Mike announced. “You all have one minute to hide and then I’ll come and find you, the first person I find is the next seeker and so on, so forth.” Everyone nodded in understanding and Mike turned around to start counting.

Eddie shot off up the stairs like a bullet, trying to find a decent, yet simple place to hide. He didn’t want to be the first person to be found, as that meant he would have to be the seeker, and creep around the house in search of his friends. He loved them, he really did, but he wasn’t so confident they wouldn’t try and scare the living shit out of him.

Richie would. He knew deep down that Richie would. No matter how much he loved the boy, if Richie scared the shit out of him he would probably ignore him for the rest of the night.

As Eddie reached the second floor, he made a beeline for one of the bathrooms, climbing in behind the shower curtain and focusing on being as quiet as he possibly could. It was less than a few moments of silence before he heard the door open again and Eddie held his breath. There was no way Mike got up here so fast. Before he could admit defeat, the curtain pulled back and Richie stepped in, his eyes widening as they landed on each other.

“Richie!” Eddie hissed quietly. “This is my hiding spot! Find your own!” He tried to push his friends back out of the shower but Richie wasn’t having it. “Richie!”

“Mike is already searching,” Richie whispered back, his voice actually quiet for once. “Let me hide here with you Eds, come on? Please?” He was begging now, and Eddie could just barely make out the puppy dog look Richie was making behind his coke bottle glasses.

Sighing, Eddie nodded his head and stepped back so his back was pressed against the tiles of the shower, allowing Richie to completely climb into the bathtub. Instead of staying a little further back though, Richie stepped closer so they were almost pressed right up against each other. Eddie’s breathing hitched and he looked up at him, his eyes wide and curious, yet also confused. What was Richie doing? “Rich?” He breathed, quiet.

Carefully, Richie reached a hand up to run his hand through Eddie’s hair, swallowing a little, “Do you- do you feel this too, Eds?” He asked and Eddie felt his mouth run dry.

Was Richie asking him what he thought he was asking him?

Hope surged in Eddie’s chest and he was about to answer when the door to the bathroom shot open and the light was switched on. A groan left Richie’s lips as the curtain was pulled back to reveal a grinning Mike, and behind him Ben. “Found you!”

“Great timing there, Mikey.” Richie mumbled, running a hand over the back of his neck and stepping out of the bath. Eddie felt a bitter taste fill his mouth as he smiled at both Mike and Ben, following Richie out. The moment was ruined and there was no way he had the courage to bring it up with Richie.

Stupid Hide and Seek.

+1 Play fighting on a bed

Richie fucking hated himself more than he had ever hated himself before. He had almost told Eddie how he felt, almost kissed him. If MIke hadn’t found them when he did, Richie was certain that they would have been found with his tongue down Eddie’s throat.

God did he want to kiss Eddie on his perfect lips so fucking bad.

They were currently in Eddie’s room, Richie sprawled out on the floor as Eddie was laying on his bed on his stomach. He had a pencil stuck between his teeth as he pondered over the math puzzle and Richie was dying inside at how fucking soft his lips looked. There was no way he was going to last much longer without telling Eddie how he felt, or at least acting on it.

“Ugh, Eds, please can we take a break?” Richie groaned, flopping onto his back as he shoved his discarded homework away. They had been working on it for over three hours now, and Richie was positive his brain was about to explode. Yeah, he was a smart kid, but there was only so much math one guy can process in one sitting. “My head is going to explode if we don’t do something that doesn’t involve Pi.”

Eddie looked up and he sat his pencil down on the book before pushing it away also and sitting up. “Well, what do you want to do?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. “We can watch a movie or something? My mom will be out for a while still so you don’t have to leave yet.”

As much as Richie would have loved to watch a movie with Eddie, he had something else in mind. “My body is so stiff, Eds. I need to do a little exercise,” he stretched his limbs out, not missing the blush that appeared on Eddie’s cheeks.

“What- what did you have in mind?” Eddie asked and Richie stood up, smirking at Eddie just a little. “Richie- why are you staring at me like that? What are you-”  Richie cut him off by lunging at him, his hands finding his stomach, tickling Eddie as much as he could as his laugh filled the room. “R-R-Richie! S-Stop!”

There was no way Richie was stopping, digging his fingers into Eddie’s side. What he didn’t count on was Eddie hooking his legs around his waist and flipping them over, gaining the upper hand as he began to tickle-assault Richie. “F-Fuck!” Richie giggled. “Y-You l-little f-fucker!”

Their laugher filled the room as both of them attempted to tickle the other until exhaustion began to settle in. Eddie got tired first, and Richie took advantage as he flipped them back over, taking a hold of the smaller boys wrists and holding them at either side of his head.

“Gotcha!” Richie grinned down at him triumphantly before he really realised the position they were in. When it settled in and Richie caught his breath, he looked down, breath hitching at how close Eddie and his faces were. Eddie’s eyes were wide as saucers but deep within them there was something else. Hope, maybe?

Right then, Richie had two options. He could either sit up and move off of Eddie as he had done for the past five times they had ended up in a similar situation, brushing it off as though it were nothing, or he could suck it up like a man and kiss him. Unable to hold back from finally having what he always wanted, Richie leaned down and closed the distance between them, planting a soft kiss right on Eddie’s lips.

Eddie froze up a little as soon as their lips brushed and Richie was about to pull away when he felt the lips move back against his own. Eddie moved his hand, which Richie released and Eddie reached up to bury it into Richie’s curls, pulling him closer. It was like all of his dreams had come true, but the only way Richie knew he wasn’t dreaming was because he never actually got to kiss Eddie before he woke up.

Kissing Eddie was better than Richie ever could have imagined it would be, their lips moving together in perfect sync. They were soft and plump, pressing just perfectly against Richie’s like they were meant to always kiss each other. He was enjoying it so much, that when Eddie started to pull away for air, Richie let out a whine and tried to pull him back.

“W-Wait,” Eddie gasped, letting Richie press another kiss to his lips before he did pull away, looking down at Eddie’s beautiful form with curious eyes. “Did- did that just happen?” He asked.

Richie blinked and slowly nodded his head, “It- yeah it did....do you regret it?” He asked quietly and slowly Eddie shook his head. “Oh- fuck good because...Eds I like you and I don’t want that to be a one time thing.”

With a smile, Eddie pushed up on his elbows and kissed Richie once more, soft and sweet, making Richie’s head spin. “I like you too, a lot. I don’t want this to be a one time thing either.”

Both of them were beaming from ear to ear, finally breathing in the fact that they had each other. Richie pressed their foreheads together, soaking Eddie in with his eyes as much as he could. “Let me take you out this weekend?”

Eddie bit his lip and smirked, as though he was thinking it over. After a second he grinned, pecking Richie’s lips just softly and nodding his head.

“Absolutely.”

* * * * * 

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“Say Cheese!”

Title: Say Cheese!

Words: 1615

Relationships: LAMP, Analogical, Logince & Logicality

TW: Angst, self-deprecation, sad Logan, fluff, self-doubt, kisses

Based on: this post

@illogicallyinclined

I hope you like it!!

It was a normal morning in the mindscape. (Well maybe Virgil was in a better mood than usual.) Roman, Patton and surprisingly even Virgil were looking through Patton’s fam-ILY scrapbook. “We must have a record of all the good times.” he had insisted.

The 3 of them were sitting and came across a photo of Thomas at the open mic night.

“Oh, I remember this! This was when we convinced Thomas to go to that open mic at the comedy club.” Patton recalls fondly.

“Oh, oh! There I am! I absolutely SLAYED it up on the stage. Check it out -- everyone’s in stitches.” Roman’s almost yelling at this point. (He was like an excitable puppy).

Virgil raises an eyebrow. “You sure about that, Princey? Logan looks like he’s having a pretty bad time.”

“Excuse you,” Princey replies indignantly “I was a riot. Logan just ALWAYS looks like he’s having a bad time.”

Virgil is smiling into his hoodie, happy to have riled Roman up. Meanwhile Patton flicks through the scrapbook worried.

“Now that you mention it… is it just me, or does he look unhappy in all these photos?”

Just as this conversation was going on, Logan walks past dozing into his coffee.

“If you’re really that concerned, now’s your chance to ask.” Virgil says although it is muffly by his purple hoodie.

“Hey Logan…” Patton starts unsurely.

“Huh --” He looks up from his coffee in a daze. “Oh. How can I be of assistance, Patton?”

“I just have a question. Is there any particular reason that you don’t ever smile in photographs?” Patton questions nervously.

“We only have room for ONE stormy rain cloud in this group, and I think Virgil’s got it covered.” Roman quips obviously not picking up on the atmosphere of the room.

“Watch it.” Virgil mutters murderously.

“A while back, it was brought to my attention that, given my general countenance, a smile makes me appear…” He looked unsure how to phrase it. Unusual and a sure sign he had gotten no sleep. “less than aesthetically pleasing. Since then, I have made a conscious effort to maintain a neutral expression. Does that adequately address your concerns?”

By this point even Virgil and Roman look worried.

Patton breaks the silence after a while. “I… I guess…”

“Excellent. Now, if you’ll pardon my brevity, I really must finish Thomas’s schedule for the week.” With that Logan walks off, not seeing the expressions of the other sides.

“Roman!” Virgil turns and punches him in the shoulder.

Roman looks quite distraught at the realisation that he caused Logan to feel that way.

“Now, now. Apologise kiddo, I’m sure Roman feels terrible.” Patton says, busy formulating a way to get Logan to see he was perfect.

“He better.” Virgil mutters under his breath, because as much as he hated to admit it. He had a soft spot for the nerd in his heart.

…

The sides spend all day putting together a slideshow about why ‘Logan Sanders Has a Cute Face’ and why (If You Disagree, You Are Wrong!)

The sides all play their part; Virgil compiles photos he took of Logan laughing and smiling (ok, so maybe he was a little obsessed.) Patton wrote all the reasons (ok so maybe he was slightly obsessed as well and Roman as creativity made the presentation look professional (and although Roman hates anything professional maybe he was also obsessed.)

So a few hours, big box of photos and a lot of typing later they all nervously knocked on Logan’s door.

Princey wears a sheepish smile, Patton a frown, Virgil a smirk and Logan a confused face.

“Do you have thirty minutes for us to tell you how wrong you are?” Patton asks in the most businesslike, salesman way he can muster.

Logan tilts his head to the side, obviously confused.

Virgil coos “Oh, you look so cute when you’re confused.” Causing Logan to go a shade of Crofters.

…

The other sides keep cheering and making flirty comments while Logan blushes throughout. Though about a third of the way through the presentation at ‘Exhibit 28 stating the he was ‘An angel???’’ Logan can’t bear it.

Especially after Patton wolf whistling and Roman shouting “woo, baby!” So he stuffs his head into Virgil’s side, snuggling impossibly closer to him as Virgil pokes his tongue out at Roman and Patton.

Meanwhile Roman and Patton keep making comments and even Virgil joins in.

“If I weren’t already gay, then THAT would have done it!” Roman suddenly shouts near the end of the presentation.

“I agree.” Patton chimes in “That is one HANDSOME man.”

“They’re not wrong” Virgil whispers while Logan whimpers and turns even redder than he thought scientifically possible.

When the presentation ends after a few hours the other sides notice Logan is off.

Roman pulls him into his lap and caresses his hair. “What’s wrong babes? Did you not like the presentation?”

Logan looks up seeing the hurt on his face. “No, no. I loved it…” He trails off.

“What is it Logie-bear? You can tell us anything.” Virgil puts his head on Logan’s lap.

“It’s just. Well, why?”

Patton looks confused. “Why, what?”

“Why do all this for the man with no emotions? The guy who ruins all your great ideas with logic?” He motions to Princey.

“Overrule your decisions with reason.” He looks at Patton.

“And just is generally trying to put you out of a job by reasoning Thomas out of situations with you? Or at least trying to.” He looks at Virgil’s hoodie.

“Why, why do all this for a quote. Guy with no feelings. Why do you care so much?”

Virgil stares at him. “Do you want us to go through the presentation again?” He sassed and Roman just stares in wonder.

“Do you seriously not know?” Roman asks in disbelief.

“That’s what we like -- no love, about you! We have loved you before we knew your name. When we knew you as Logic, then Logan, then a friend, and now, hopefully as a boyfriend?” He questions nervously.

Patton looks at him with puppy dog eyes.

Logan looks thoughtfully for a moment. “Well I’ve weighed out the pros and cons of this relationship”

“Oh shut it nerd.” Princey says fondly before Logan is suddenly muffled by Roman peppering his face in kisses and Patton doing the same. All the while Virgil is murmuring about how beautiful he is.

Suddenly Virgil lifts his head off Logan’s lap and before he can ask why, he’s being carried to his bed. He recognises the white fabric as Roman’s coat and snuggles into his chest. He’s so tired he doesn’t realise as the door opens and in step Virgil and Patton in their dragon and cat onesies respectively as Princey snaps his fingers and Logan’s in his unicorn onesie and Roman’s in his Lilo onesie.

“Where’d you go Virge? Pat?” He scrunches his nose looking like a confused kitten and bunny all mashed in one (which they all coo at). “Ro-ro? Where’d they go.”

Virgil quickly runs over to the bed to reassure him. “We just to get into our pyjamas baby.”

“And we brought cookies with Crofters jam centres.”

“Which we are not going to eat in bed.” Roman glares at Patton.

“Or at this time of night.” Virgil scolds.

Logan giggles making them all coo at him before he yawns.

“Is someone tired?” Roman tickles his tummy.

As soon as Roman says that Logan closes his eyes and starts snoring gently.

Virgil turns to the other sides. “How did we never notice how clingy and cute he got when he was tired?”

“Aww, is our little emo going soft?” Roman asks.

Virgil huffs and curls around Logan who is cuddled into Roman. Patton hums happily and curls around Virgil.

…

Roman silences the alarm in Logan’s room the next morning seeing how tired Logan was the day before. Patton climbs quietly out of bed that morning and makes breakfast for Logan while their emo nightmare keeps Roman company.

Logan wakes up unsure of why her can feel other sides in his bed. He blushes beet red when he remembers and can hear whispers. He opens his eyes and stretches.

“Ah the princess has awaken.” Roman says with a fond smile as Patton bustles into the room with a tray.

He lays the tray on the bed consisting of a hot cup of coffee, cronut, bowl of fruit, 2 pieces of toast with Crofters jam and a little milk jug and sugar bowl.

“Your breakfast is served, Your Majesty.” Patton presents with a little bow and flourish. Logan giggles making the others coo and thank god that he was theirs.

The Patton squeals excitedly and races to where he placed the Crofter cookies he baked last night and not for the first time that moment Logan thanks whatever gods are above that these were his boyfriends.

Patton plops onto the bed and they spend all morning talking with Logan only complaining once about his schedule. Patton only leaving sometimes to get more food and coffee.

Logan informs Thomas that he has nothing on today and when the others leave the room for a moment Thomas quickly figures out what’s up with Logan and teases him and assures him that he will plan nothing for today. Logan smiles gratefully.

The rest of the day is filled with flirting, cuddles, reaffirmations and praise of Logan (which all make him giggle, blush and press his face into his nearest boyfriend’s chest), dad jokes, snacks and movies.

He feels safe. He feels loved. And when Patton sets up a camera to take a photo of them he smiles.

“Say cheese!”

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Rewind Sanders Sides Superhero AU - Chapter 2

Ao3 Link

>Chapter 1

>Chapter 3

Buying discount Halloween candy at five A.M. was always a good idea, especially when you hadn’t slept at all in the past twenty-four hours. The surprise on the cashier’s face was evident, but Remus disregarded it as he dumped the armful of candy he had been holding onto the checkout counter with a mischievous grin. That grin only grew as he watched the cashier take in his appearance, from the worn black pirate hat on his head to the machine gun strapped to his back.

“So, how much will it be?” Remus asked, moving the dark gray mask covering his eyes up to just beneath the brim of the large feathered hat. The teen behind the cash register just stared at him for a moment, still taken aback by all the weapons Remus had on him. Remus assumed the boy could only hope they were fake. It was only when Remus cocked his head slightly to the right and his expression turned impatient that the teenager quickly started scanning and bagging the candy in front of him.

“Since most of it is 50% off it’ll be, um - ” The boy paused to read the number on the screen in front of him - “$167.93.” Remus didn’t look fazed by the high cost as he pulled five fifty dollar bills out one of the four pouches on his belt and dropped them on the counter without even checking to make sure it was the right amount. He picked up the bags and turned on his heel to leave as the cashier scrambled to get the correct amount of change from the drawer. “Wait, sir - ” the teen started, attempting to call out to the customer before he made it out of the store.

“Keep the change!” Remus interrupted, shifting the six bags full of candy he had bought to one arm so he could wave goodbye to the perplexed boy behind him before pushing out of the convenience store’s glass doors. Remus adjusted the bags so he was once again carrying three bags on each arm as he marched out into the crisp autumn night. He loved the feeling of the cool breeze on his face. Remus decided that since it was never too early to start the day, he’d go to the park for a while to relax and enjoy his first meal of the day.

As Remus walked the short way to the park, he contemplated what he was going to tell the people who had hired him for his current mission. He had known the mission was cursed from the start, of course. No one ever paid that much money for his services unless they seriously meant business. Then again, it was hard not to mean business when you ordered a hitman to take out your enemies. Although he knew that logically he should be suspicious of the rich strangers, he never had lived a life led by logic, had he? And furthermore, he always enjoyed a good challenge; it was what kept his job interesting, after all.

Remus plopped down on a lone bench under an old willow tree once he reached the park. He didn’t particularly care that a middle aged man who appeared to be homeless had already been sitting there. Remus had no qualms about setting down the bags in the space on the opposite side of the man. He lowered the black cloth covering his mouth before talking.

“You changed, little bro,” Remus addressed the man in the thin, torn coat next to him while he started looking through one of the plastic bags holding the different containers of candy. The man glanced at him in confusion before Remus took out a bag of 3 Musketeers and tossed it into the tired man’s lap. “Here, eat up. I got your favorite.” The man frowned as he opened the large bag and took out one of the individually wrapped chocolates before speaking in a rough voice.

“I don’t know you.”

Remus cackled in response. “Oh c’mon, admit it. I know it’s you. I always know it’s you. I mean,” Remus paused mid-sentence to laugh again, “I may be getting a little crazy around the edges but ever since we were kids you couldn’t fool me.” Remus grinned at the ground for a minute before getting his candy of choice from the bag. The other man just unhappily unwrapped his candy before eating it. He didn’t respond until after Remus had eaten a few sour gummy worms, but this time his voice was much livelier and more arrogant than before.

“You do know that technically even though you’re twelve minutes older than me, we’re still twins, right? So it’s not fair for you to call me your little brother,” the man said, through a mouth full of chocolate. Remus turned to face his brother and smirked when he saw the young man was dressed in his usual outfit of a white suit that strongly resembled a prince, save for the bright red cape that had a large gold ‘C’ on the back.

“Twelve minutes still counts as older, Ro.”

“What are you doing here? What time is it even? And more importantly, how much money did you spend on just candy?”

“Hey quit scolding me! You’re gonna sound like your nerd friend soon. He always has something to say about me, too. I only spend a hundred something dollars. And it’s sometime after four, I think,” Remus said, as he gave up on the gummy worms, choosing to start attacking the candy corn instead.

“A hundred dollars only on candy?!”

“It was on sale, Ro, what else was I supposed to do? God, when did you get so booooring?” Remus rolled his eyes and ended up deciding to wrap a gummy worm around a candy corn before eating it so he would have an excuse not to pay attention to Roman’s noise of offense. “Oh yeah, it was when you decided to get all high and mighty. All princely.” Remus scoffed and ate his combination of candy.

“I can’t believe you’re still bitter, Remus. It’s been literal years!” Roman crossed his arms, looking annoyed. “And you still haven’t answered my first question, though I bet I already know the answer.”

“You’ve gotta remind me what that question was cause you know how bad I am at remembering stuff.” Remus was still smirking to himself as he treated himself to more of the delectable treats before him while Roman glared in his direction.

“You’re going after Virgil Messana, aren’t you?” Roman’s tone was accusatory but Remus didn’t bother looking up from the mixed Hershey's bag he was rifling through.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You’re a terrible liar, Remus.” Roman had stopped glaring for the moment and instead had taken to getting out another piece of candy. He missed the frown on Remus’s face as Remus finally looked up from his own bag.

“What gave me away? I was so careful that he wouldn’t see me.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Roman started sarcastically, “Maybe the fact that you hit me with a car while I was going after him!” Roman turned to glare fiercely at his brother.

“Wait, that was today?” Remus responded lightly. “Oops. My bad, Ro. But I guess you’re right. I am after him. I was hired by some shady fellas to get rid of him. I still don’t get why though. He’s just some skinny kid our age.” The container of Lemonheads on his lap was forgotten momentarily as Remus fidgeted with the edges of his fingerless black leather gloves.

“It’s weird to think that we have the same target again. And not a good kind of weird.” Roman ate another piece of chocolate before continuing, “But the good part about doing this my way is that I got to read Messana’s case file.” Remus looked intrigued before Roman had even finished speaking.

“What does it say? Who is this Mr. Nobody from Nowhere that everyone wants dead?” Remus looked borderline desperate, as though his life hinged on getting the answers to his burning questions. Roman, on the other hand, looked almost smug to have the upper hand over his twin.

“It’s getting late. I should really get going, Remus. The others will be worried if I don’t get back soon.” Roman flashed Remus his signature grin before grabbing a handful of chocolate and slipping it in a hidden pocket in his suit. He moved the bag from his lap to the bench beside him before standing up and dusting off his knee length cape. Remus grabbed Roman’s hand, looking at him like a child trying to convince his parents to buy him ice cream. Roman, however, simply pulled out of his grasp. “I really do need to go. I’d hate for Logan to wake up and see that Pat and Dee and I are all still gone. I’ll see you around. And you know I’d wish you good luck if we weren’t after the same target.” Roman hesitated for a moment before adding in a much softer tone than with which he usually spoke, “Take care of yourself, brother.” It was clear Remus hadn’t been paying attention or cared enough to acknowledge it though, so Roman turned around with a sigh, his sad expression only lasting for a second before it morphed into what felt like someone else’s face entirely.

“Ro, wait!” Remus called after Roman, after the former had already walked a bit away. Roman instantly froze in place, waiting with bated breath to hear what Remus had to say. “At least tell me why Messana is so important!” Remus shouted, causing Roman to release his breath. Roman should’ve known to expect another question about their target. After all, he had taught himself by now not to expect anything even vaguely reminiscent of fraternal concern nor caring remarks from his brother.

“They said that if he lived, this guy Virgil would change everything,” was Roman’s only response. Remus stayed silent, for once at a loss for what to say. The beaten down, middle aged man in the weathered brown coat walked out of the park without another word, disappearing in the light of the sunrise.

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The End of the World Pt.3

Thor, the Iron Man, and the Iron Woman

Pairing: Thor x Reader

Word Count: 3,235

Warnings: Smooches, more feels, alcohol consumption, language, sexual situations (non-explicit)

Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5

Masterpost

A/N: It took me a few days to figure out how to begin this one. A portion of the story was very clear in my mind but another wasn't. I had to spend some time thinking about the characters and how they would move and speak and I'm pretty happy with how it came out. Because it is so long however. I had to combine some of my non-dialogue paragraphs so I'm sorry they're so chunky. I'm so glad that so many people have enjoyed what I've written so far! Never in my wildest dreams did I think so many would enjoy it. I love hearing from you guys! Lots of love! Hope you enjoy this next installment. And if it's not that much of an imposition, I would appreciate a reblog. Thanks! Only if you really like it though.

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The bed suddenly jerks around you as Thor sits up with a strangled gasp. Though you had been slowly rousing you are still more asleep than awake. The disturbance scares you and you sit up looking around in shock. You find you’re in a modern bedroom with a black dresser straight across from the end of the bed. Two small tables are on either side of the head of the bed. There's also a red armchair by the dresser and a small desk on the wall closest to you scattered with papers and books. You are no longer on the ship. When did that happen? To your left is Thor, still breathing somewhat quickly but now sitting with his legs hanging over the bed as he rubs his face and then the back of his head. He’s stressed. He’s not wearing a shirt and your eyes explore the hard muscles of his back which are stretched taut with tension. You reach out. Your fingers gently graze it and he relaxes almost instantly. The smoothness of his skin is familiar. He leans into your hand, then looks over his shoulder at you with a sheepish smile.

“You okay?” You ask, push yourself up a little more and scoot a little closer, keeping your hand against his back.

Thor reaches around and wraps an arm around your torso. He uses his considerable strength to lift and pull you towards and around him until your head is resting in his lap and his hands are softly resting against your stomach. He looks down into your eyes, his own shocking blues take your breath away as you look into his. Despite their beauty, they're sad. You can see that his usual spark is vacant and instead his eyes seem to go on forever. A deep abyss of endless worry that shatters your heart. Wait, why do his eyes suddenly match?

“Did you have a bad dream?” You ask, ignoring the mystery of his eyes for now.

Thor leans down and kisses you softly. His lips warm and tender. When he pulls back and you look into his eyes once more you can see a crackle of the spark returns as he smiles a bit more genuinely. He kisses you again and again. Soft pecks, each one longer than the last. After the fourth or fifth one he finally stops.

“A memory. It is over now and you are here.” He caresses the side of your face.

“Was it the attack you were remembering?”

His smile falters and a bit of the sadness returns to his eyes. “Yes.”

“I'm sorry.” You whisper and reach up to touch his temples. “I wish I could take them from you.”

“They are my burden to bear, like the search for my people.” His smile disappears, replaced with a frown as he looks away. His eyebrows pull together as he seems to look past the wall opposite.

“Where are we?” You ask, suddenly remembering the room. As long as you are with Thor it almost doesn’t matter where you are but the subject of the Asgardians brings your attention to your location.

“In my bedroom at Avengers Headquaters. We arrived late this afternoon. I did try to rouse you but you would not wake so I carried you.” Thor’s large hands cup the sides of your face to keep your eyes on him. “How long had it been since you slept?”

“A while.” You admit reluctantly. “I was alone and I…a few hours every few nights was all I could really get.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry I did not come sooner. Can you forgive me?” And his remorse is so genuine that it sends butterflies into your stomach.

“There's nothing to forgive, Thor. You’re here now.” You gaze at each other, memorizing each other's faces. Relishing in each other's presence for who knows how long. You break the silence first, unable to stand not knowing.

“Did they find your people?”

“I have not checked in to see if they have.”

“What? Why?” Wasn’t finding his people his top priority?

“Once we find them I will have to go and rescue them. Bring them here, to Earth.” He explains, avoiding your gaze to stare at the wall again.

“Isn't that the point of finding them?”

“Y/N,” He begins, the deep timber of his voice making your own chest swell. You squirm out of his lap and sit on your knees beside him on the bed instead to get a better look at his face. He’s struggling with something. His eyes seem tortured, his hands are balled into fists on his lap.

“Once I know their location I must go and bring them here and you,” He looks at you. “ You cannot come with me.”

Realization hits you as you begin to understand his reluctance. The last thing you want is for him to leave you again. You only just got him back. However, his people are important to him and his responsibility more so. He’s king of Asgard. They must be his priority.

“Besides, Brunnhilde is with them. She will keep them safe.” He reasons. You reach out and grasp the back of his neck, rubbing the base of his growing hairline.

“Baby, you are the King of Asgard, your people have to come first and I’m not going anywhere. I know that in the past we’ve left things unsaid and when you left before that left us in unsure territory about where we stand but I’m not planning on moving on or forgetting you. I’ve chosen you. And if you’ll let me, all I ask is that you allow me to live my life at your side. I will always be right here, waiting for you.” You give the back of his neck a squeeze for reassurance and then lean forward to kiss his cheek.

He watches you with an unyielding gaze but doesn’t say anything. Maybe you broke him? You can't read his expression. There's something there, in his suddenly matching eyes. A small spark.

“Come on.” You push yourself off of the bed, landing clumsily on your feet. You move around towards the armchair where you can see your shoes peeking out from behind Thor's red cape and a robe.

“We’ll go down now and see if they’ve made any progress.”

You bend over to reach for your shoes but Thor’s large hand is suddenly on your forearm. He pulls you back into a standing position then whirls you around and lifts you by your waist. He sits you on the dresser and closes the distance between you two, angling your chin up as he locks you in a passionate kiss.

He nudges your knees apart and settles in between your legs. With his hands on the small of your back he pulls you against his body.

You gasp as the heat of the moment overtakes you and though you want to keep kissing him, again you’re out of breath. You pull back, breathing deep as Thor moves his lips to your neck tracing small circles with his tongue before slowly moving to the space just beneath your ear.

With each kiss, each squeeze to your side, your body quivers with anticipation.

“Thor, we h-have to check on their progress.” You say the words because you know they're what you should say but the emotion is lost as Thor's hand slips underneath your shirt to softly glide against the skin of your back raising goosebumps as it goes.

He pulls back to look into your eyes and you can see that his full spark has returned. His eyes dazzle in the darkness taking what breath you have left, away.

“Later.” He whispers softly, deeply, his chest rumbling against yours.

He hooks his hands underneath your thighs and carries you, not tearing his eyes from yours, and moves towards the bed.

You wrap as much of your arms around his wide shoulders as you can. Your hands stretch to touch as much of the hard muscles of his back as you are able to reach.

“Later.” He repeats as you both topple onto the bed. 

A few hours later, you both lay underneath a thin cotton sheet, naked and happy. Though, judging by his breathing, you're sure that Thor is more asleep than awake. You can hear his heartbeat, it’s soothing. It reminds you that he’s right there. His skin, hot to the touch is electric underneath your fingers for reasons that have nothing to do with him being the God of thunder. You shut your eyes as happiness bubbles its way up your fluttering stomach and into your chest making you warm and content. For a few precious moments, everything is perfect. You wish that it could last forever. But it can’t. And even as you relish in the bliss, you’re already being pulled back to reality. It’s distant and at first you think you might have finally gone crazy. The loss of your family, your friends, having Thor back. It’s finally driven you past the brink and you’re hearing what you know, beyond a doubt, is Barry Manilow’s “Can’t Smile Without You”. That beginning whistle is unmistakable. You push yourself up, listening, straining to make sure you aren’t hearing things. “Do you hear that?”

“Mmm.” Thor agrees to hearing it though he sounds sleepy.

You look at him and find him with his eyes shut, his hand slowly tracing circles on your bare shoulder.

“Who the hell is listening to Barry Manilow this late?” You wonder and look back towards the closed door. “That’s such a depressing song too.”

“I do not know who this Barry Manilow is," Thor says sleepily. "But he has my compliments on a successful meshing of melody and harmony. It is pleasant.”

You can’t help the small breath of a laugh that escapes you as you look back at Thor and shake your head. So, Thor is a fan of Barry Manilow? You make a mental note to get him an album when you’re next able to.

“I wanna go see who it is.” You whisper and rest your chin on the lower half of his chest.

“It is late. We should sleep.” He disagrees.

“I can’t.” You argue and push yourself up and out of the bed. Thor's hands grasp at you gently as you slip away. You quietly make your way to the armchair by his dresser and pull on a pair of underwear from the small bag you'd packed and throw on Thor’s dark grey robe. It’s so soft you’re positive that it cost more than your monthly rent. You leave the room and slowly, quietly, make your way down the hallway, hugging the wall so that when you reach the end of the hall you can peek if you have to. And you do need to peek. You don’t see anyone immediately though the song is still playing. Carefully you lean around the corner far enough to get a sliver of a glimpse into a long and large center space. You look past the two or three tables with rolling chairs in both red and silver and past the small seating area of tan lounge chairs around a coffee table on which there is a chess set, currently not being played. You focus on the large frosted sliding doors. There’s a dim light coming from inside and the door is cracked open slightly, that’s how the music escaped.

You scan the large room to be sure no one is in there before you hurry towards the sliding doors and hug the wall beside them. You peek into the opening and spot two men sitting on a plush red L-shaped sofa with white pillows. One of them sits on the sofa, a black man with a shaved head and a strange sort of brace around his waist and legs. The other man is unmistakable and sitting on the floor, his right leg propped up and his arm extended and resting upon it. In that hand a large clear bottle with dark brown liquid that sloshes as he brings it to his lips and takes a drink. You would have known him even if he’d been dressed in some sort of silly costume. You’ve seen Tony Stark on TV for years. So many times, over and over again. Despite that, despite your recognition, you notice that his face isn’t right. He looks slightly thinner? Maybe it’s only the light. The music begins to come to an end and Tony grabs a small black remote from the floor beside him, pushes a button, and the song starts again.

“Tony…again?” The black man asks. Tony doesn’t respond. He only takes another drink. His eyes are bloodshot, red rimmed, and is he crying?

“I don’t know how much longer we can let you do this. The world needs you Tony. Whether you want it to or not.”

“Oh, does it, Rhodey? Does the world need me? You’d think after Wakanda it would have learned its lesson.” He sounds so bitter. “Besides, my house, my rules.”

“Your house, your rules? That shouldn’t include an infinite repeat button. For all our sakes.” The man named Rhodey, who you suddenly realize must be War Machine without the suit, sits forward so that he can get a better look at Tony’s face.

“How long are you going to beat yourself up about all this, Tony? You said that Strange said he would gladly sacrifice you for the stone, right?” It sounds like they’ve had this discussion many times in the past few months.

“Yeah, and he didn’t. Fickle bastard.” There was that bitterness again. "You know he was a really lousy wizard."

“So, there must have been a reason for that. Tell me again what he said before…” Even Rhodey doesn’t seem to be able to finish the sentence.

“I don’t want to talk about this.” Tony mumbles.

“Come on, Tony. What did Strange say?”

“I said, I don’t want to talk about this.” Tony says a little louder. Your breath catches because you can feel it coming. It fills the room, the anger, the bitterness, the hurt he must be feeling. It flows off him and permeates the air.

“Tony,” Rhodey begins.

“I said, I don’t wanna talk about it!” Tony suddenly shouts. His voice echoes around the too empty space making you cringe. Rhodey and Tony stare at each other for a few tense moments, Tony's chest heaving, his lip shaking, his eyes wide and glaring. Rhodey looks forward, shakes his head, then gets up and moves around the back of the sofa. He stops in front of a door on the far wall and looks back at Tony.

“I know it feels like the world stopped turning, Tony. But it didn’t. And this world still needs Tony Stark.”

Rhodey leaves. Tony stares resolutely at the wall straight across from him. You think you see a tear stream down his cheek, but it could be a trick of the light. He lifts the bottle to his lips and chugs half of what’s left in it. You don’t know why he’s listening to “Can’t Smile Without You” still. It’s even more depressing now, having listened to their exchange. There’s a deadness in his eyes. Like something is missing. You didn’t know him before but you’re sure that the deadness must have come only after the world ended. Something had changed him.

“He looks worse.” Thor’s deep voice surprises you and you jump, pressing your hand to your chest as you urge your heart to beat more quietly. He’s pulled on a pair of simple black sweats and nothing else.

“You scared me.” You whisper guiltily, however, his comment draws your attention back to Tony. “What happened to him?”

“The same thing that happened to all of us.” Thor replies. You feel his hands slide slowly onto your waist before he draws you against his chest, his arms wrap around you and hold you firmly. You know what he’s feeling because you’ve been feeling it since he showed up in your living room. He needs to feel you there, within reach. “Only slightly worse.”

You have to wonder, what could be worse than seeing all the people you love disappear before your eyes? Behind you, you suddenly hear a distant whoosh that grows steadily closer and closer. Thor reaches forward and slowly shuts the sliding door into the living room before taking your hand and leading you towards another set of glass doors that lead out onto a balcony. You stop in the doorway and watch as the Iron Man suit lands then straightens up, the mechanical whirring louder than you would have thought. It’s an older model. You recognize it from a few years ago, having seen it on TV. The helmet’s face suddenly retracts up and collapses down into the suit to reveal a golden-red headed woman who you instantly recognize as Pepper Potts, Tony’s fiancé and the powerhouse behind his company.

“Thor, you’re back. Did you have a safe trip?” She looks at you and smiles kindly as the rest of the iron suit collapses in on itself and disappears into a pair of bracelets on her wrists, leaving her in a pair of black skin-tight pants that look more like body armor of some sort and a similar high-necked shirt with quarter sleeves.

“Yes. Thank you. Did you encounter much trouble on your patrol?” Thor also keeps his voice light, polite, and kind. Forced normality, is what it feels like.

“Not much. The world seems a bit quieter now. Though there is no shortage of crime.” She looks to you and holds out her hand. “Pepper Potts, nice to meet you.”

“Forgive me.” Thor replies and adjusts as he pulls you forward a bit. “Pepper this is Y/N. Y/N, Miss Pepper Potts. She’s-“

“Mr. Stark’s fiancé?” You say with a smile. “Nice to meet you, Miss Potts.”

The two of you shake hands. You can’t help but admire her bravery.

“Just Pepper is fine. Nice to meet you, Y/N.” She looks up at Thor as she takes her hand back and moves past you two inside. “How is he?”

Thor moves after her and since he doesn’t release your hand, so do you.

“Not better. Worse than when I left.” He looks towards the living room and then back to Pepper. “How much longer will he wallow? I know that he feels guilty but we all-“

“Peter was different, Thor. I’ve never seen him like this. For a while I thought he might do what he always does and bury himself in his work but one day he just gave up. I don’t know what he was looking for with all that research but whatever it was he didn’t find it.”

“Is Banner still working on the tracking system with Jane in the lab?” Thor suddenly wonders. He takes his hand back to cross his arms across his chest, his expression serious and your heart aching at the mention of her name.

“He was still working on it, but Jane had to go back to Washington. They needed her for something official. The government is still freezing us out so we have no idea what they’re doing. You’d think that with all that’s happened they might have learned to trust us.” Pepper’s voice was tainted with anger.

“People in power often find it difficult to ask for forgiveness when they have wronged someone. Give them time. They will come around.” Thor assures her with a small, knowing smile.

“I hope so. We could use some backup.”

“I will provide whatever assistance I can.” He assures her.

“Thank you.” She nods and then moves towards the living room doors. “I’m gonna go see if I can convince him that the world needs Iron Man.”

“Good luck.” Thor says. Pepper slides the door open and closes it behind her. A moment later, the music stops and Eric Carmen’s “Hungry Eyes” floats muffled through the doors.

“I forgot Jane was here.” You admit.

“So, did I.” Thor says though you’re not sure you believe him. “Come.”

He holds out his hand for yours and after a moment you take hold of it.

“Let’s get you back to bed.” And with a smirk, he leads you back down the hall and into his room.

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Saint John Berchmans - Feast Day: November 26th - Latin Calendar

Born: March 13, 1599, Diest, Belgium

Joined the Jesuit Order: September 24, 1616 (aged 17)

Died: August 31, 1621 (aged 22)

Beatified: 1865 (244 years later)

Canonized: 1888 (23 years after that)

Patron Saint: Altar Servers

Feast Day: November 26

John Berchmans (note, the final “s” is part of the name) was born and grew up in a Flemish-speaking area of present-day Belgium. His short life (he was only 22 when he died of a sudden fever) was marked by extraordinary piety, even by the standards of the day, which were much higher than our own.

Pray and Work

At the age of 7, John would get up at 5 am and serve 2 or 3 Masses, carefully listening to the sermons (in those days every priest had to say his own Mass every day - it was not enough to concelebrate the Mass of another priest.) For this reason, perhaps, John was later made the patron saint of altar servers. At the age of 9, he would spend hours every day with his mother, who was bedridden with a long illness. His parish priest, Fr. Emmerick noticed all this and remarked that Our Lord would “work wonders in the soul of the child.” John was always especially devoted to Mary, our Blessed Lady, and loved the Rosary, which he would often pray whilst walking along.

Not only did John throw himself into religious devotions with great enthusiasm, he would also try to do more than his share of the chores, or try to take the most arduous and difficult ones. Later, in the Jesuit order, he was the novice who tried hardest to fulfill all the rules. After studying for two years in Belgium, taking his first vows and starting philosophy studies in Antwerp, he set out for Rome to continue his Jesuit philosophy training there. Today this is a comfortable 90 minute flight or an arduous 15 hour drive; John did the journey (due to the Alps a road distance of around 1000 miles) on foot! He had a burning ambition to give his all for Christ, and even to become a saint: “If I do not become a saint when I am young," he said, "I shall never become one.” Perhaps he had a premonition of his early death, or perhaps he realized how creature comforts can paralyse spiritual life in adulthood. Portraits usually depict him holding a crucifix, a rosary and his Shell road atlas Jesuit rule-book.

What his life means to us today

The fierce, passionate “muscular” Christianity of John Berchmans seems unreal, even horrifying to many of today's Catholics brought up on soft-focus posters, self-affirming books and the belief that Christian love means primarily kindness - but let us not be deceived. Jackie Pullinger, who as a young woman preached and lived the gospel in the deadly slums of Hong Kong, famously said that Christians need “soft hearts” but “hard feet.” The seventeenth century was a cruel time all round, with no punches pulled and no anaesthetics. But Catholics like John had the hardest feet imaginable, and besides fortitude (“guts”) and self-sacrifice, they excelled in virtues that the 21st century West ignores or treats almost as a joke, such as humble obedience, temperance, diligence and chastity. Hence St John’s value to us as a guide today lies in his youthful, clear vision in areas where our own times have gaping blind spots.

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St. John Berchmans was born the eldest son of a shoemaker in 1599 at Diest, Belgium. At a very young age he wanted to be a priest, and when thirteen he became a servant in the household of one of the cathedral canons at Malines. After his mother's death, his father and two brothers followed suit and entered religious life. In 1615 he entered the Jesuit college there, becoming a novice a year later. In 1618 he was sent to Rome for more study and was known for his diligence and piety, and his stress on perfection even in small things. That year his father was ordained and died six months later. John was so poor and humble that he walked from Antwerp to Rome. He died at the age of 22 on August 13. Many miracles were attributed to him after his death; he was canonized in 1888 and is the patron saint of altar boys.

Although he longed to work in the mission fields of China, he did not live long enough to permit it. After completing his course work, he was asked to defend the "entire field of philosophy" in a public disputation in July, just after his exit examinations. The following month he was asked to represent the Roman College in a debate with the Greek College. Although he distinguished himself in this disputation, he had studied so assiduously that he caught a cold in mid-summer, became very ill with with an undetermined illness accompanied by a fever, although some think it now to have been dysentery, and died a week later. He was buried in the church of Saint Ignatius at Rome, but his heart was later translated to the Jesuit church at Louvain.

So many miracles were attributed to him after his death at the age of 22, that his cultus soon spread to his native Belgium, where 24,000 copies of his portrait were published within a few years of his death. He was known for his devotion to the Blessed Sacrament and to Our Lady, to whom he composed a Chaplet in honor of her Immaculate Conception.

Our true worth does not consist in what human beings think of us.

What we really are consists in what God knows us to be.

To merit the protection of Mary, the smallest act of veneration would be enough, provided that it is performed with constancy.

If I do not become a Saint when I am young, I shall never become one.

[In fact, he died at the early age of twenty-two and he had, without any doubt, reached his goal of sanctity.]

As he was dying, he pressed to his heart his Crucifix, his Rosary, and the Book of Rules, saying: These are my three treasures; with these I shall gladly die.

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Another Story:

Saint John Berchmans - Jesuit Saint - by Fr. John A. Hardon, S.J.

John Berchmans, I thought I would cover all the young Jesuit saints to make sure that I didn't slight any of them. St. John Berchmans was born in 1599 in Berbont, Belgium and died in Rome in 1621 at the ripe age of twenty-two. Unlike Saints Stanislaus and Aloysius who were members of the nobility, aristocratic, wealthy – John was from a very ordinary family. His father was a shoemaker, which I think is quite ordinary. His mother was never well, which mainly explains why he was brought up by a Premonstratensian priest by the name of Father Peter Emerick who taught him his religion, other subjects, and was in the habit of visiting shrines of which there are quite a few in northern Europe. At thirteen, as the younger children were coming along, the father told John to leave school, stop his education, and work in the shoemaking shop. John protested that he wanted to become a priest and shoemaking is not the usual apprenticeship to the priesthood. In any case the father compromised by getting John a job working in a rectory, cleaning, waiting on table, washing dishes and being paid for his education at a local seminary. The priest in charge of the rectory was quite different from Father Emerick. This one didn't take him to shrine; he took him out hunting. In any case, John, in 1615 – that would be the age of sixteen – entered the Jesuit college at Maleen in Belgium. In reading, however, the seminary where he was, there was a risk between the officials of the seminary and the Jesuits for having taken this bright, young, promising seminarian from their hands. A year later he applied for the Jesuits – his father objected, but, let him go. By now you are used to Jesuit's writing. John Berchmans wrote many letters. We have a copy of the letter he wrote to his mother and father asking them to visit him which was quite a distance, even though Belgium is a small country by modern standards. "I humbly ask you" he says "dear father and mother to be so good as to come here on Wednesday evening" – he told them when to come, even suggested how to travel, certain coach or a certain wagon – "so that I may say welcome and goodbye to you and you to me, so you can give your son back to the good Lord, who gave me to you." This reminds me that when I entered the Jesuits after finishing my university education, with a widowed mother, I thought to myself – this would be cruel, leaving her all alone. When I told her, she gave me a piece of her mind, 'you go.' "Okay, mother, I'll go, I just figured maybe you wanted me to be around." I came back to visit her in our home in Cleveland seven years later. John Berchmans never saw his parents again. His model from the novitiate days on, really became the standard of his life and in one short sentence summarizes his whole outlook on Christianity, 'set great store on little things', 'set great store on little things.' He was in the habit from his novitiate days having been encouraged to do so, to write. He wrote, for example, a long analysis (I think I saw a copy of Alphonosus Rodriquez’ “Principles of Christian Perfection.” I think they're on your shelf there – there are three big volumes.) Anyhow, among other things John Berchmans wrote a nice synthesis analysis of those three volumes for his future reference. His mother died shortly after he entered the novitiate. His father then went on to study for the priesthood and was ordained and proceeded to die shortly after his ordination. By this time he had taken his first vows which is – you know in the Society of Jesus we never speak of temporary vows because we don't take them; our first vows after two years in the novitiate are perpetual. We are the only order in the Catholic Church that have been given the rare privilege of never taking temporary vows. I have the draft of the proposed forthcoming Code of Canon Law to be published, most likely, so the latest word is, first Sunday of Advent. In any case, John Berchmans took his first vows which were perpetual and because he was to start his philosophy studies after taking his first vows and the studies were to be made in Rome – how do you get to Rome from Antwerp in Belgium. He was told, 'you walk.' It took him ten weeks. He made it which partially explains his short life. He did his studies under a famous Father Chipovy in Rome, his first letter, John Berchmans first biographer.

The report on his talent or ability shortly after his death by those who were his teachers was that he had extraordinary ability, intellectual ability, capable of taking and mastering several subjects at once that his enthusiasm for studies was unequaled. Now, my friends, having spent so many years in studies, having taught so many Jesuits for so many years, anyone who has enthusiasm about his studies deserves to be canonized.

Another of his fellow Jesuits who knew him observed that 'after Saint Aloysius, I never knew a young man of more exemplary life, purer conscience or greater perfection than John Berchmans. In other words, he had a reputation for being a very holy person already at a young age. Number twenty in my notes, it just keeps me from mixing things up. Here's a quotation from St. John Berchmans that every Jesuit has memorized. Let me give you the Latin first. It sounds so nice—“meus maxime mortificatsio est vita communis.” --my greatest mortification is community life. I repeat there is no statement of any saints that a Jesuit will not agree with more heartily than that one, that his heaviest mortification, his worst penance, is community life. That doesn't mean you don't like your brethren, but, being human, being oneself and living with other human beings, community life is indeed a great mortification.

Again, John Berchmans wanted to make sure that he never exercised his own will contrary to the directives of superiors. So I memorized and jotted down this little vignette: I wish to let myself be ruled like a baby, one day old. I'm not sure what difference it makes, whether a baby is one day or one year old, in any case, John Berchmans figures, let's make the child one day old. In other words, complete childlike submission to those who are in charge of him. John Berchmans was a very zealous student. What he came from, what we would call the low countries, which for our purpose would be Belgium – the climate in Belgium is somewhat like the more temperate climate in say, northern United States, Maine, Vermont, northern Michigan, Minnesota. In any case, Berchmans was not used to the stifling summer weather in Rome. Yet he took his final examinations in May, 1621 and the heat that summer, and the Roman summer starts early, the heat was intense. He prolonged his studies for his exams, did brilliantly, but took sick. He had just worked too hard. So he was laid up in bed, became deathly sick. As he was dying his confessor asked him, “do you have anything on your conscience that you think deserves to be confessed before you die.” He spoke in Latin, as young Jesuits are to always talk in Latin except in recreation. He said, "Mehil omeno" – absolutely nothing on my conscience, a moment before he died. He died on August the 13th of that year 1621. After his death and even before his burial, miracles were reported throughout Rome. Print of course was already discovered and engravings were made of John Berchmans shortly after his death and copies were printed. In a few days, twenty- four thousand of these engravings were sold in his native country in Belgium.

When he was canonized, the Holy Father who canonized him declared regarding the Jesuit rules, 'if you can prove to me that someone had faithfully lived up to this rule, I'll canonize him.' Berchmans was canonized for being an obedient religious. He was buried with his rosary and rule book in his hands.

Now something about his spirit. I would say the first prominent feature of his spirituality was his simplicity of life. There are no reports of ecstasies or raptures. There was not even a report of anything extraordinary that he ever did. You might say he was a 'little flower' before his time; she a Carmelite, he a Jesuit. The implication for us, if we think about them, are breath taking. The secret is to see God's will in everything. Now that everything in Berchmans vocabulary meant not just, well, the things that occur in a given day, I somehow say 'yes, of course, God must be behind it' but, watch this, and he wrote enough and over the years I've read enough of Berchmans to be able to talk for a couple of hours about his spirituality. For him, seeing God's will in the circumstances in everyday life went down to the smallest, even trifling details. We at table don't have set persons across from whom or with whom we sit, say at table, so the fact that it should be so and so and not such and such. It is God's will known and planned from all eternity. For example, what I am saying, that of all places I should be – what is today, August the 24th – a thousand miles from New York in a place called, is it Lake Villa? and that you should be here – thanks for being in Chapel, too – and that of all the yokels that should be saying whatever I might be saying, it would be me, at least to try your patience, in His name, everything. I stubbed my toe, that's God's providence. I lose something, that's God's providence. While I was putting the finishing touches on my notes, when I got a phone call that was an important call, so I was late, four minutes. That is God's will. That you should have had some charitable thought on why I was late or good for my humility in not being exactly on time; that everything is down to the time of the day, the temperature outside, how 'my body feels, what's crossing my mind. Berchmans saw God in everything. In other words, simplicity which must have twenty meanings for him meant; 'I have only one role in life – God's will.' And where is God's will; how do I know God's will; what books do I read; what speeches do I listen to; what novenas do I have to make. You can spare yourself. What is God saying to you, here and now at this moment? How does He want you to act and react, to His will?

Second feature of Berchmans' spirituality. The rule of St. Ignatius, we don't usually call it a rule because of our constitution, but that rule what's composed over a period of years, much prayer, frequent revelations, especially from Our Lady, much study, analyzing different rules of life written before Ignatius' time. It is a very precise and detailed rule. We have, for example, the rules of modesty; we're told, exactly told, how to use our eyes. Ignatius prescribed how we are to use our hands. I'm sure it's one of the least known rules of St. Ignatius. We are forbidden by rule to touch another person's body unless, either necessity or charity required it. This rule, Berchmans kept. We don't want to say to the letter, because that would cheapen it, but he kept it with perfection, so much so that the Vicar of Christ on his own testimony canonized him because of his fidelity to that minute rule of life and mind you, this is a rule for men, do you know what I'm saying, well, the last thing that man, masculine gender, paid that much attention to his detail, the self discipline and the sacrifice that it takes from a man to be faithful to Ignatius rule only one who tries to live that rule can appreciate. Ignatius was a soldier and he knew battles of won or lost by attention to detail.

John Berchmans' spirituality reflects something that I think we very seldom advert to each other … sort of take it for granted. We say correctly that God's grace builds on human nature. Not that God's grace is different in the sense that it's a different grace – no, for different people, but, God is justice, Himself, as far as we can use the verb, adjust for God. For example, the graces that He gives to women I know are different that he gives to men, I know. God just talks a different language. And so with different people of different temperaments. The robust man of steel, the Andrew Bobola, remember? they just couldn't put him to death. God's grace to sanctify him was of one kind, the gentle but firm and faithful Berchmans, another kind of a grace. This is very important in properly appraising God's will in our lives or how we deal so differently with different people. With some, God seems, to coin an expression, to love and to get away with – pardon the expression – you finish the sentence, you know what. Lord! well, God knows what He's dealing with – with others He is severe.

Berchmans came from northern Europe; Berchmans was not from Italy or Spain. I tried to carry on a conversation with four Spaniards this noon in Kenosha, Wisconsin; a priest, a brother, (oh, three people) a priest, a brother and a sister. Well, some English they knew, not much, some Italian that I know, not much, a bit of Latin and Spanish and we managed. I was inquiring about their rule of life. They are called the Lumen Dei, isn't that beautiful? the light of God, a new community just coming into existence, two hundred members – God's grace adjusting itself to the Spanish mentality – different. There is something about the teutonic, because we are talking about the teutonic temperament here, that it's precise, proper, just so. All right, God's grace will be just so. Am I making sense? And that we don't either expect God – what a mistake – to deal with even two of us in the same way. Never compare yourself – or better, never compare the way God deals with others with the way he seems to be dealing with you. Berchmans knew, he was here. There is an individuality about each saint which is completely different from everyone else.

Then, community life. I quote of a famous passage, we learned this in the novitiate and we quote it to our dying day, because it is so, so painfully true: my greatest mortification is community life. That doesn't mean, of course, not that we make other members of the community conscious of the fact that they are a source of penance to make – no. Nor does it mean, it cannot mean, that we somehow regret or wish it were different. Community life is meant, for most people, to be a great source of sanctification. I know what I'm talking about because being the only child of a widowed mother – my father died when I was a year old, he was 26. I never had any brothers or sisters and of the things I knew that drew me to the Society of Jesus before I heard John Berchmans phrase, I thought to myself, "what a break, what a gift, I will inherit a hall full of brothers, people that I can live with and, well, they'll be brothers to me and I hope I'll be a brother to them." I may somewhere along the line, I may have told you, after my first week in the novitiate I went to complain to the novice master – I'd heard about people snoring, but I'd never heard anybody snoring – Mother had her bedroom, I had mine. Though we were living in a dormitory and the noise was deafening, I couldn't sleep. So I told the novice master, "father, could I have a different room?" He said, 'sit down, what's wrong?' I told him. All I remember is two words, "get out." And because I was so dead tired, I finally fell asleep, snoring or no snoring.

God made us different from the moment of conception. Each one of us, the moment we are conceived in our mother's womb, God has to create a soul – our parents don't give us our souls – they must be individually created by God and God creates each soul different. We are different nine months before we're born, put together. One reason, no doubt, is to give us some idea of His own infinite, you might say, bewildering variety of attributes. It gives us, and this is what Berchmans meant: it gives us the glorious opportunity for the practice of charity. I'm not speaking of people being offensive or hurting our feelings or being difficult to live with. I don't mean anything that is morally wrong, just because he is he or she is she and I am me, living with other people places demands on our mutual love which God in His infinite wisdom planned, that's why He made us so different. The word that Berchmans used was mortification, meaning that it's a precious way of not only practicing charity, but of expiating our sins, of making reparation for the sins of others, especially in doing penance for the crimes against love often committed in the name of love in our modern mad world. The 1981 figures of the United Nations for the world were fifty million abortions. Someone, someone, must propitiate a just God for these crimes of hatred, masking – what a mockery – under the name of love. Well, we don't have to go far to search out opportunities for the expiatory love, being gentle, understanding, thoughtful. Being as ready to excuse the actions of others as we are so prone to excuse our own. All of this is locked up in what we so casually call, community life.

Let us ask St. John Berchmans to give us some of his great attention to the little things in life being so important in the eyes of God. St. John Berchmans, pray for us.

In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

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Tommy & Ali

Chatting ‘bout Christmas, boy troubles, pregnancy AND THE FACT THE BABY IS TOTALLY NOT DREW’S LOLLOLLOL

Tommy: Oi! 😼 What you gettin da cos like even I feel cheeky considering socks for 2 years running Ali joined the chat 3 hours ago Tommy: I was gonna go full rivers of whiskey cept I'd probs drown myself in it before the bottle was in the bag 😂 Ali: So you should, elf on the shelf! Socks should only ever be an add-on prezzie, even if they're DEAD comical, like. Ali: Speaking of elf on the shelf, would you be willing to come round mine every day at the crack of dawn (aka JUST before the kiddos will arise like horrible demon krakkens from the depths) so I can arrange you in comical positions and situations? Ali: They love that shit. I on the other hand want to murder the CEO of whatever company/the high-key mum mafia that made this shit popular again. Ali: I've got me thinking cap on for the old man for ye...Hmm Ali: (and how rude to get cuffed for the season and not even get to the part where you get a bomb-ass present/someone to tout around the family functions...rude. You not actually at the bottom of a bottle quite yet though, yeah? Doing the obligatory welfare checkup here) Tommy: Excuse you miss money bags! 💰 just 'cause you're one of the rare artists who ain't starving like! some of us don't have boyfriends who cook or paying audiences Tommy: so yeah obvs! Gotta keep in shape just in case don't I? catch me pirouetting across your patio bitch Tommy: Green's my colour these days and red's always been signature Tommy: I'm alright (love you for asking!) how's you? Tommy: Genuinely Ali: Oh yeah, 'cos father will flip his shit if the price tag ain't AT LEAST three figs... 😏 Silly billy, and oi, oi! My student loan ain't kicked in yet ...I'm on a gap yaaaaaah though, darling, I've simply GOTTA act like a frivilous rich bitch. Deal with it, you're still the shady bitch of the fam, okay? 😘 Ali: Yaaasss, you're gonna have to drop a couple of pounds to fit in that teeny costume but a day in the life of a TRUE star init, babe? I believe in you Ali: Bet you didn't come here to be called fat, did you? How fucking cheeky is that forreal Ali: Colour of luck boy 🍀🍀🍀 Ali: Hmm, ngl I'm in a bit of a...situation, and I ain't talking I've forgot to order a turkey Tommy: Imagine...jog on old man just 'cause went for the quantity with the sprogs doesn't mean you'll get quality back soz Tommy: try it but good luck trying to get your little uns to deal with you being the spoilt one 😂 Tommy: well since I got the 🍀 its 🤞 Tommy: feckin hell has caleb forgotten kids are for life not just chrimbo again? Tommy: I'll deck his halls if he's being a prick Ali: That'll show him! That's what you get for bringing me into this world, whole lotta backchat and not an ounce of grattitude, take that! Ali: Join me 'cos I'm sure that's what mum feels I've got her Ali: We did Rio's first Xmas morning, and 2nd, at home! It really is Caleb's fams turn Ali: I can't help that its Junie's first, evidently I ain't planning this shit woman! Ali: #contraceptionwhomst? #pulloutnhopeforthebest #itswhatgodwouldwant Ali: And it ain't like we're not coming over for a second dinner, we fat as hell, get wid it and pass the gravy Ali: Catch me in the tesco throwing tantrums with Rio on the reg tbh #twocanplayatthatgamehoney #childrenraisingchildren Ali: Nah, although loving all the macho threats of violence when my honour is at stake as of late...Is my drama letting you live up to your full brotherly potential? Welcome... Ali: TMI, give a shit, but I'm late on and I've thrown up a few times, not from the mother's ruin, like Ali: hahahahahama'sgonnakillmeisn'tshe Ali: whatthefucklike Tommy: Who you kidding you're the blatant fave & lbr if the lord's got his specs on should be even more so for following her shining example like Tommy: honor thy father and mother and all that Tommy: who doesn't love a mini me Tommy: especially one who can sing every sperm is sacred with perf pitch Tommy: Amen! this aint 1850 pass the roasties gdi! Tommy: all we want for christmas is carbs Tommy: OH MY CHRIST NOT AGAIN Tommy: 😧 Tommy: I know you're on your gap year but no need to be so literal Ali: Ha, please! Not Tess Vickers' fave. Da's, obviously, as he is mine, (babe). You and Joe are the momma's boys, always have been, you needy little babbas. Ali: A woman who doesn't love herself...damn, too deep, reverse, reverse! Ali: You'd be surprised how annoying an all-singing-all-dancing constant reminder of all your best and worst bits is Ali: Usually the best, which is happy-making magic, but when its the worst...GOOD LORDT. Plus its a reminder of the same in your other half, and we all like to overlook that shit now, don't we? *sips tea* Ali: God I am gonna go HAM with my 'cravings' this Chrimbo...what timing! Maybe I did plan this after-all Ali: but no, I did not Ali: But yeah...this is a thing I'm processing, thought I'd drag you down with me 🤷 Tommy: I was gonna be all like not with him probs dead in a ditch and me one audition away from getting cosy in a cardboard box but I better swerve too dont wanna spend the season with the samaritans on speed dial Tommy: you and fraze are the success stories savor it Tommy: honey I've got a mirror Tommy: and near constant feedback from them in the know Tommy: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Tommy: that's calebs chrimbo gift sorted then yeah? Ali: Lordy, I know we're Irish but there's no need to be that fuckin' maudlin, Tommo Ali: Oh, you wanted an idea for Da but that is SO Fraze's prezzie Ali: Just tell him that, all day. Money can't buy that kinda happiness Ali: The spirit of the Holidays Ali: Them in the know don't know shit Ali: I mean...gift or curse? Ali: We've only just got back on track, this is probably going to derail the whole damn caboose Tommy: everyone's a critic and there's only one shane macgowan I hear ya Tommy: I reckoned you meant a mirror for a sec I was like uh huh he's got that one covered love 😏 Tommy: Hey! That's mine covered 🙋 just repeat that back to me Tommy: those clueless cunts Tommy: Nah he'll be buzzing esp if he gets another girl Tommy: there's only one Rio but he's shameless ha Tommy: leave the cursing for ma she'll be doing plenty once she's done stuffing your stocking with contraceptives Ali: Mhmm, save it for the improptu karaoke when we're all feeling merry on the day, like Ali: Lmao, he'd live in a 360 degree view changing room if he could Ali: How millenial of us! Lets just gift each other with positive affirmations Ali: Maybe...Gah Ali: Whatever, whether he deals or doesn't, doesn't change the fact I am with child again and yeah, Caleb's reaction is the least of my worries Ali: I'm going to be going to Uni abroad with 3 kids...damn Ali: If I don't get locked away for my own good, of course Tommy: 😇 Will do Tommy: I reckon that's the goal when he 'makes it' Tommy: scrawl it on my personalised starbies cup and have done babe Tommy: You're grand it'll just be one hell of a plane ride Tommy: 🍀 & 🤞 Tommy: OH SHIT WAIT Tommy: the whole Caleb reaction thing has me thinking...not to be rude but Tommy: it is his yeah? Ali: It better be Ali: Aside from the Drew incident I didn't shag anyone else Ali: and we used a condom Ali: I mighta been several sheets to the wind but I hadn't lost my whole goddamn mind Tommy: thank christ for that Tommy: imagine trying to play happy families with that twat Ali: Amen Ali: Yeah that isn't the life I've signed up for Ali: Bitches forget I already got a ring on my finger, like Ali: Legal or otherwise Tommy: Beyonce is here for your union Tommy: good enough for me Tommy: low key proud of ya not to be an enabler but like Tommy: I'll happily hooray you getting Drew to put something on it too god knows where that fuckboy's been Ali: Thank you! I will take that hooray because I literally had to mum Ro's arse and tell her to do the same every time Ali: AND had to do it in such a way it didn't sound like I was saying as much, like, your boyf is a cheater and we all know it sweetie Tommy: ugh 😷 glad you did though I hear your next door nemesis had to get herself to the clinic sharpish & i don't reckon she'd spread gossip that'd make her out to be riddled Tommy: 🦀🐛 Ali: 🤢😤 Unsurprised on both their behalf there but low-key furious Ali: he knows how that bitch treats Ro, and always has done Ali: there's being a cheat with any random hoe and then there's that...is it me or is that next-level careless? Ali: To the point it looks like he's doing it to hurt her, I'm sure he's just ignorant but, like, what the fuck?!!? Tommy: RIGHT? Tommy: like I don't doubt she ain't telling him all the ins and outs of her childhood drama but still Tommy: even with more brains than biceps he's gotta have a clue or two Tommy: OOOPS ACCIDENTAL COMPLIMENT Tommy: I'm offended on my own behalf Tommy: almost as cringe as once thinking he was hot 🤓😳 kms Ali: Yeah but it ain't like he's not been here...and she's still a cunt to Ro now, so Ali: Tries to be to me but who's listening, Bitch I'm deaf all of a sudden??? Ali: Hahahahaha Ali: He's attractive, to the point its kinda fact more than opinion so I don't think you're alone on that score Ali: If the notches on his bedpost are anything to go by...and I fucked him so can't be judging, consider your sins absolved, no hail mary's needed, maybe a few bloodys when I next pin u down for an IRL debrief? Ali: Oh wait, a bitch can't...I'll make it a Virgin Mary...WHEY! Tommy: True and I know he ain't got a bitch muted 'cause I aint rn either 👀 & my specs are on when I'm scrolling Tommy: I see what I see Tommy: 😞 Tommy: Fuck it lets go dancing Tommy: bounce that bump while you still can Ali: 'Course not, gotta 'low the bitch to slide into dem dms on the reg, if for nothing else than the ego boost Ali: 😒 Ali: I need that, lets go lets go lets go, its been TIME since I got to go out and not take the bubs Ali: I'll have to see who can have 'em though... Ali: Can't be mum, really selling how responsible a parent I'm gonna be to 3 by throwing 2 at her and fucking off to partay Tommy: SAMSIES...not that I'm going out with 2 kids on the reg but y'know Tommy: we on it 💃 Tommy: Dial up their daddy Tommy: he'll step up while we step out I'm sure Ali: Sure, just the one, like #oosh! toosoonforbants? Ali: Can but try, I'll get back to you when he replies Ali: Ooh, what are we gonna wear Tommy: I've got my elf cossie if I can only squeeze in Tommy: you could pin a red letter on if you've got something that won't clash 🤔 own that guilt like a good catholic 📿 Ali: Ooh, festive AND appropriate for my situ, I like it. Tommy: A for advent sweeties 😘 Tommy: can you cut my hair though I looking like the grinch if he was a blonde blue eyed dreamboat Ali: And Awesome! And Ali! And Ass! 😎 Ali: Obvi, you never could rock the long hair look, remember that dark period in time 😂 Ali: Can I try something slightly new tho? 🤔 Tommy: why the feck not gotta at least look ready to mingle like Tommy: 💔😂 Ali: Dubo not gonna know what's hit it and ya mans gonna know what he missing when I'm done with you! Promise Tommy: I'll hold you to it Tommy: no pressure Tommy: oooh maybe we could go shopping 😀 Ali: You know I'm winning boys back like its my business Ali: well, boy singular but that's enough, right? #greedybisexual Ali: I am always down for killing time snapping up killer #lewks, lets do it man Tommy: yaaaaaaaaaaas Tommy: careful I might hold you to that too #tipsfrommybabysiskms Ali: baby be wise tho 💞 where u at i'll come get u Tommy: about a lot of things yeah 👍 nws I'll come at you I need the exercise #aintforgotyoucalledmeafattylike Ali: alright well, RUN FORREST RUN Tommy: 🏃

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stay, little valentine: 14 wontaek drabbles for valentines day

14 drabbles under 214 words for cafe wontaek’s 3rd annual Valentine’s Day event. See original post HERE.

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1. Alone on Valentine’s Day (214 words)

 Taekwoon sat against the wall at the ramen restaurant, huffing as he glared at all the couples giggling around mouthfuls of noodles. Singles deserved better than watching couples be couple-y on Valentine’s Day, and Taekwoon was over it already.

 When his ramen came, and let’s face it, if he was alone on Valentine’s Day, he might as well order two bowls, Taekwoon dug in, steam heating his face against the chill of the opening door.

 The man who walked in was tall, around Taekwoon’s own height, and the thing that made Taekwoon immediately like him was the fact that he didn’t come in with anyone. He did, however, sit next to Taekwoon, which was a negative.

 “Girlfriend ditch you?” the man asked suddenly, staring at the two bowls in front of Taekwoon. Taekwoon just glared at him and pulled both bowls closer, making a show of eating a huge mouthful of noodles before turning his head away.

 “Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” the man said. “I’m Wonshik, who are you?”

 “Taekwoon,” he mumbled around his noodles.

 Wonshik smiled. “I figured, since we’re the only two singles in here, we should band together. Fight the masses.”

 Taekwoon stared for a moment longer before passing his second bowl of noodles to Wonshik.

 “I like how you think.”

   2. A long-awaited return (214 words)

 Taekwoon bit at the edges of his nails, tearing bits of skin off while he tapped his foot, concentrating hard on the doors in front of him. Wonshik had been gone for three weeks, working with artists in LA and helping with the recording of an album, and Taekwoon missed his husband. Immensely.

 His plane had supposedly landed half an hour ago, but there was still no sign of any of the passengers making their way to baggage claim, and no text from Wonshik saying that he had made it through customs, even though he promised he would.

 “Excuse me, sir,” he felt a tap on his shoulder accompanied by a deep voice. Taekwoon whipped around and through his arms around the man, clutching at his back.

 “I’ve missed you,” Wonshik whispered in his ear, hugging him even tighter. “I recognized your back from across the airport. As soon as I spotted you, I power-walked over here.” He pulled back from Taekwoon and gave him a large smile. “Seriously, never again.”

 Taekwoon nodded and sniffed a little, holding back his feelings at seeing his husband again. “Let’s get you home.”

 He grabbed Wonshik’s hand and pulled him toward the exit. It took them two minutes to realize they left his luggage on the carousel.

   3. Cupid & his target (213 words)

 Wonshik has always believed in true love, and always believed that everyone deserves to find that one person who would make them happy for the rest of their life. Looking back on this now, that might be why he became a cupid upon his death.

 “Jung Taekwoon,” Wonshik murmured to himself, squinting at the next name in his Cupid Book. “And he’s currently… in a bar. Good.” He teleported himself to the outside of the bar, making sure not be seen by any mortals, then quickly stepped inside.

 Wonshik instantly zeroed in on the piano player playing the live music, his head bent forward to squint at the music in front of him. His immediate thought was that those cheekbones could kill a man, and his second thought was more than just a thought, it was an intense feeling he could almost drown in. Desire.

 Without meaning to, Wonshik found his feet taking him to the bar, coming behind the man as he took a break for some water. His hand reached out on its own and gently touched Taekwoon’s shoulder, who jumped slightly as he turned.

 “Hello?” he asked, his voice soft.

 Wonshik licked his lips. “You-you play beautifully.”

 “Thanks,” he received a shy smile in return.

 I’m doomed, Wonshik thought. Doomed.

   4. Arts and crafts together (212 words)

 “Why did we decide this was a good idea again?” Taekwoon asked, his paintbrush in one hand and a glass filled to the top with wine in the other. He squinted at the person at the front of the room demonstrating how to mix the paint for the exact shade required for the leaves. Taekwoon looked back at his painting and sighed. His tree looked nothing like a tree.

 “Come on, it’s fun!” Wonshik said, nudging him slightly with his elbow as he added a little more brown paint to the green. “Besides, it was my turn deciding what to do for our date night. I’ve missed art. I used to be quite good, you know?”

 Taekwoon rolled his eyes and took up his paintbrush again, mixing the paint with his brush until the bristles were entirely soaked, making Wonshik wince.

 “Taekwoon,” he started, grabbing his boyfriend’s wrist. “You’re doing it wrong. You’re only supposed to get the tip wet.” Wonshik stopped talking at the accidental innuendo. “Nevermind,” he mumbled to himself.

 “Sorry,” Taekwoon said, taking a big gulp of wine. “I just suck.” He then proceeded to paint the worst leaves imaginable.

 At the end of the date, when they were back home, Wonshik proudly hung both paintings on the wall.

   5. Put your heart into it! Literally. (214 words)

 “Are you ready?” Wonshik asked quietly as they stood, hand-in-hand, in front of the swinging doors of the hospital. Taekwoon nodded once, gaze determined as they strode inside, hands still firmly clasped. They walked up to the desk in the waiting room and stood, frozen, waiting for the nurse to notice them.

 “How can I help you?” she asked, peering over her glasses at the two of them. They glanced at each other.

 “Um…” Taekwoon started before gathering up his courage. “We are here for our appointment with Dr. Hwang for our half-heart transfer.”

 The nurse nodded and called someone on the phone. It wasn’t long before a doctor came to see them. They both put on hospital gowns and sat quietly, still gripping hands, until the doctor came back in, carrying two clipboards.

 “Now,” he said, “I know you have already signed a bunch of paperwork, but this is one last thing you have to go through before we can get on with the surgery.”

 The doctor didn’t need to tell them twice before they read and signed the papers, hearts beating faster with thoughts of what was to come.

 “I can’t wait for part of me to be with you forever,” Wonshik whispered to Taekwoon as they were fixed with IVs.

 “Same.”

   6. Accidental Valentines (211 words)

 Somehow, every year since debut, they found themselves spending February 14th alone, together. Usually it was in the company building, where Wonshik would find Taekwoon in his own workroom, practicing the piano or composing, headphones secure around his head. One year it was in the dorm, when a bad snowstorm encouraged the two to stay inside while the other four had a schedule. They watched a movie together then went back to doing their own thing.

 “Here,” Taekwoon said, thrusting a box toward Wonshik, who just looked at him over his laptop with a raised eyebrow. “This is for you.”

 “You know it’s not my birthday until tomorrow, right Taekwoon-hyung?” he asked. “I mean, you’re not that old yet.”

 Taekwoon’s cheeks just pinked and he put his hands in his pockets once Wonshik had grabbed the box. “Just open it.”

 Wonshik did, pulling on the ribbon that was tied artfully, unlike anything Taekwoon could do normally. He opened the box and glanced up, confused.

 “We’ve spent the past 5 Valentine’s Days accidentally spending time together without anyone else,” Taekwoon said toward the floor. “I figured I might as well…” he trailed off.

 Wonshik just smiled and plopped a chocolate into his mouth.

 “Sure, hyung,” Wonshik said, teasingly. “I’ll be your Valentine.”

   7. A Valentine’s Day confession/proposal (214 words)

 “Do you know what day it is today?” Wonshik asked Taekwoon as they were eating dinner. Whenever they had time, around their busy work schedules, they would try and cook and eat together.

 “It’s Valentine’s Day,” Taekwoon deadpanned, rolling his eyes.

 “Yes,” Wonshik said, slapping at Taekwoon’s hand as he reached over for some of the food on his plate, “but it’s also our 2000th day together. Coincidentally.”

 “Yes, I know,” Taekwoon said, raising an eyebrow. “And what’s your point? It’s just another day. We didn’t do anything for our 100th day, or our 500th day, or 1000th, or any other big milestones.”

 “Yeah, yeah, I get it, we suck. But come on, 2000 days is huge.”

 “So what do you want to do?” Taekwoon asked. “We have, oh let’s see, 4 hours left in the day and we are both homebodies. We don’t like to do anything.”

 “Let’s get married,” Wonshik said quickly.

 Taekwoon just raised an eyebrow. “I think all the government buildings are closed by this point of the day.”

 Wonshik blinked in surprise. “You aren’t going to say anything else?” he asked.

 “No, let’s get married,” Taekwoon replied. “Obviously not today, but soon. Definitely soon.”

 Wonshik leaned over and planted a kiss on Taekwoon’s lips.

 “Love you.”

 “Love you more.”

   8. Serenade Me, my Valentine (212 words)

 “You know,” Wonshik said, linking his arm through Taekwoon’s as they walked through the door of their apartment building, “There are only, let’s see, 25 minutes left of Valentine’s Day, and I still have yet to hear you sing for me.”

 Taekwoon brought up a hand and patted his cheek several times, the last one a little closer to a slap. “I never promised you anything like that.” He gripped the skin on his boyfriend’s cheek and tugged slightly. Wonshik retaliated by licking his hand.

 “You said last night that you hadn’t bought me a gift for Valentine’s and that you would do whatever I wanted, and I want you to sing for me.”

 Taekwoon groaned and unlinked their arms. “Can’t I just do that tomorrow?”

 “Stop,” Wonshik said, slapping him lightly in the stomach. “Besides, tomorrow is my birthday and I expect a different present then. Come on, Taekwoon,” he said, staring at him in a jokingly sensual way as he licked his lips. “Serenade me.”

 “Row, row, row your boat gently down the-” he was cut off by Wonshik’s lips and a strong tap to the side of his hip.

 “Anything else,” he said, laughing. Taekwoon leaned in for one more kiss before starting again, this time getting it right.

   9. A ruined Valentine’s day (214 words)

 “What… is this?” Taekwoon asked, standing in their destroyed kitchen. There were pots and pans everywhere, and not an inch of the counter or table was clear. There was also an undefinable splat of some kind of food on the wall that used to be white, but now looked brown with how much it had smeared when it had attempted to have been wiped away.

 “I’m so sorry, babe,” Wonshik replied from where he was, laying on the floor. “I really tried to clean this up before you got home, but then I got distracted and I couldn’t clean the stain off the walls and this is our new apartment and we won’t get our deposit back and then I started panicking and-” he cut himself off when Taekwoon sat on his stomach leaning forward for a kiss.

 “It’s okay, Wonshik,” he said when he pulled back. “I’ll clean.”

 “No, Taekwoon, it’s okay. I’ll clean it up. It’s Valentine’s Day and I was trying to make you dinner, and chocolate, because you always do all the cooking around here and you love chocolate, but I… suck,” Wonshik said, pouting. “Sorry.”

 Taekwoon just leaned down for another kiss. “Come on,” he said. “Get up and I’ll order take-out. We can clean this all up later.”

   10. A forbidden love (213 words)

 The first time Kim Wonshik, high warlock of Jamsil-dong, laid eyes on Jung Taekwoon, he didn’t even notice the marks on his skin signifying he was a shadowhunter; he noticed his intense eyes and the strength in his body as he moved across the room, bow trained on a demon. Now that he thinks back on it, that probably should have given it away. And oh yeah, he found him ridiculously attractive.

 Shadowhunters and warlocks, historically, didn’t get along. The shadowhunter community never approved of any downworlder, even if they worked with the clave without complaint. But Taekwoon, and his parabatai Hakyeon, and the other young adults in the Seoul institute didn’t seem to have the same prejudices as the older generation.

 “Would you like to come over for drinks sometime?” Wonshik asked, having worked up the courage for weeks just to ask one simple question.

 Taekwoon gave a small smile before glancing back at the other shadowhunters who were still cleaning the street of evidence of any battle that had just occurred.

 “Yes… I would like that. But…”

 “I understand,” Wonshik said. “For now, it’s a secret.”

 Taekwoon gave him another smile, a little wider this time, and turned back to his duties. Wonshik grinned to himself as he portaled back home.

   11. Secret love letters (214 words)

 Taekwoon sighed when he looked in his locker, finding the 8th note that month stuffed between his notebook and his shoes. He grabbed it tight in his hand while he slipped on his shoes, making sure to toss it in the garbage on his way out of the school.

 It’s not that he didn’t like Valentine’s Day, he just didn’t like secret admirers, thinking that people should just confess their love. Not that he ever would, as he was gay as anything and didn’t want to ask someone out and find out that they were straight and a douchebag who would then proceed to out him to the entire school. Besides, he just wanted to focus on playing soccer.

 When Valentine’s Day actually came around, Taekwoon was very happy to find that there was nothing in his locker, even if he was a little upset there wasn’t any free chocolate from his admirer.

 “Hey, Taekwoon-hyung,” a voice called from behind.

 “Yeah?” he asked while turning, Wonshik coming up to him from behind.

 “Here,” Wonshik said, thrusting out a small box. “I figured I should give these to you myself instead of just putting it in your locker. You like chocolate, right?”

 Taekwoon nodded as he took the chocolates.

 “So, are you free this Saturday?”

   12. A very scary Valentine’s Day (213 words)

 Wonshik knew he shouldn’t have let his friends convince him to do this. A night alone in an abandoned house was enough to make even the bravest of people wet their pants, and Wonshik was a coward. But, a promise was a promise and he couldn’t back out now.

 The first four hours went by quickly. Wonshik played on his phone and ignored the creaking of the house, and the loud wind. However on the fifth hour mark, things started to go wrong.

 It started with his phone suddenly going blank and restarting, which was accompanied by a soft voice singing. At first, Wonshik assumed it was coming from his phone, that he accidentally pressed play when fumbling his phone, but that thought quickly left his head when he remembered his phone was in the process of rebooting. That’s when he started to panic.

 “Hello?” he asked warily, voice barely above a whisper. “Is anyone there?”

 The singing stopped abruptly and after a few moments the soft voice spoke back. “Can you… can you hear me?”

 “Yeah, where are you?”

 Suddenly a form appeared in front of him, and Wonshik screamed, startling the man who just appeared.

 “No, no, it’s okay, my name is Taekwoon. Who are you?”

 “I’m Wonshik.”

 The man smiled.

   13. “Dance with me?” (214 words)

 Wonshik held his hand out, a smirk set across his face.

 “Dance with me?” he asked Taekwoon, who just rolled his eyes back into his head, snorting not so elegantly. But he stood up anyway, grabbing the hand.

 “Just letting you know that if it wasn’t required by basically everyone here tonight,” Taekwoon started, grabbing onto Wonshik’s waist, “I would just stay seated here, sulking.”

 Wonshik laughed before kissing him deeply, smirking at the slightly dazed look in Taekwoon’s eyes when he pulled back.

 “Come on,” he said, leaning toward Taekwoon’s ear. “It is our wedding, after all. Our moms would kill us if we didn’t dance at least once.”

 “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” Taekwoon asked before he leaned his head on the shoulder in front of him, both arms circling around his husband’s waist.

 They stood there for a while, softly moving in time to the music. Eventually, other people joined them on the dance floor, their moves a little more excited than the newly married couple’s. After a few songs, they made their way off the dance floor and walked around the room, hand-in-hand, trying to thank all their guests for coming.

 “One last dance?” Wonshik asked when their guests started leaving, the hour late.

 Taekwoon smiled. “Of course.”

   14. February 15th: The Aftermath (212 words)

 “Who… are you?” Wonshik asked the man in his bed blankly. The last thing he remembered was his (ex-) girlfriend slapping him when he said he wasn’t planning on proposing to her, and she left him alone at the bar. At no point does he remember meeting this man.

 The man gave him a soft smile. “My name’s Taekwoon. I figured you’d be a bit confused this morning, but I couldn’t just leave you alone when you were so drunk…” he trailed off and mumbled a bit.

 “Did we… sleep together?” Wonshik asked, voice going a little high at the end. The man – Taekwoon – rubbed at his nose a little and grimaced.

 “Yeah, sorry, I was pretty drunk too and I don’t think we made great decisions, but hopefully I can make this up to you?” he asked. “I made you food.”

 “Thanks, I guess,” Wonshik said before he got his first good look of the man. He was handsome, and honestly exactly Wonshik’s type. He could tell why he decided to go home with him.

 “You can stay, Taekwoon,” he spoke up suddenly. “We can get to know each other.”

 Taekwoon left three days later with a new number programmed in his phone and a new boyfriend to call his own.

Loved writing these, hope you all enjoy them. Happy wontaek valentines.

[douglassmiith]

Creating Secure Password Flows With NodeJS And MySQL

About The Author

Darshan Somashekar is a technology entrepreneur who has built & sold two startups. His latest fun project is a solitaire site called Solitaired. Previously, … More about Darshan …

Reset password functionality is table stakes for any user-friendly application. It can also be a security nightmare. Using NodeJS and MySQL, Darshan demonstrates how to successfully create a secure reset password flow so you can avoid these pitfalls.

If you’re anything like me, you’ve forgotten your password more than once, especially on sites you haven’t visited in a while. You’ve probably also seen, and/or been mortified by, reset password emails that contain your password in plain text.

Unfortunately, the reset password workflow gets short shrift and limited attention during application development. This not only can lead to a frustrating user experience, but can also leave your application with gaping security holes.

We’re going to cover how to build a secure reset password workflow. We’ll be using NodeJS and MySQL as our base components. If you’re writing using a different language, framework, or database, you can still benefit from following the general “Security Tips” outlined in each section.

A reset password flow consists of the following components:

A link to send the user to the start of the workflow.

A form that lets the user submit their email.

A lookup that validates the email and sends an email to the address.

An email that contains the reset token with an expiry that allows the user to reset their password.

A form that let’s the user generate a new password.

Saving the new password and letting the user log in again with the new password.

Besides Node, Express & MySQL, we’ll be using the following libraries:

Sequelize ORM

Nodemailer

Sequelize is a NodeJS database ORM that makes it easier to run database migrations as well as security create queries. Nodemailer is a popular NodeJS email library that we’ll use to send password reset emails.

Security Tip #1

Some articles suggest secure password flows can be designed using JSON Web Tokens (JWT), which eliminate the need for database storage (and thus are easier to implement). We don’t use this approach on our site, because JWT token secrets are usually stored right in code. We want to avoid having ‘one secret’ to rule them all (for the same reason you don’t salt passwords with the same value), and therefore need to move this information into a database.

Installation

First, install Sequelize, Nodemailer, and other associated libraries:

$ npm install --save sequelize sequelize-cli mysql crypto nodemailer

In the route where you want to include your reset workflows, add the required modules. If you need a refresher on Express and routes, check out their guide.

const nodemailer = require('nodemailer');

And configure it with your email SMTP credentials.

const transport = nodemailer.createTransport({ host: process.env.EMAIL_HOST, port: process.env.EMAIL_PORT, secure: true, auth: { user: process.env.EMAIL_USER, pass: process.env.EMAIL_PASS }});

The email solution I’m using is AWS’s Simple Email Service, but you can use anything (Mailgun, etc).

If this is your first time setting up your email sending service, you’ll need to spend some time configuring the appropriate Domain Keys and setting up authorizations. If you use Route 53 along with SES, this is super simple and done virtually automatically, which is why I picked it. AWS has some tutorials on how SES works with Route53.

Security tip #2

To store the credentials away from my code, I use dotenv, which lets me create a local .env file with my environment variables. That way, when I deploy to production, I can use different production keys that aren’t visible in code, and therefore lets me restrict permissions of my configuration to only certain members of my team.

Database Setup

Since we’re going to be sending reset tokens to users, we need to store those tokens in a database.

I am assuming you have a functioning users table in your database. If you’re using Sequelize already, great! If not, you may want to brush up on Sequelize and the Sequelize CLI.

If you haven’t used Sequelize yet in your app, you can set it up by running the command below in your app’s root folder:

$ sequelize init

This will create a number of new folders in your setup, including migrations and models.

This will also create a config file. In your config file, update the development block with the credentials to your local mysql database server.

Let’s use Sequelize’s CLI tool to generate the database table for us.

$ sequelize model:create --name ResetToken --attributes email:string,token:string,expiration:date,used:integer$ sequelize db:migrate

This table has the following columns:

Email address of user,

Token that has been generated,

Expiration of that token,

Whether the token has been used or not.

In the background, sequelize-cli is running the following SQL query:

CREATE TABLE `ResetTokens` ( `id` int(11) NOT NULL AUTO_INCREMENT, `email` varchar(255) DEFAULT NULL, `token` varchar(255) DEFAULT NULL, `expiration` datetime DEFAULT NULL, `createdAt` datetime NOT NULL, `updatedAt` datetime NOT NULL, `used` int(11) NOT NULL DEFAULT '0', PRIMARY KEY (`id`)) ENGINE=InnoDB AUTO_INCREMENT=21 DEFAULT CHARSET=utf8mb4 COLLATE=utf8mb4_0900_ai_ci;

Verify this worked properly using your SQL client or the command line:

mysql> describe ResetTokens;+------------+--------------+------+-----+---------+----------------+| Field | Type | Null | Key | Default | Extra |+------------+--------------+------+-----+---------+----------------+| id | int(11) | NO | PRI | NULL | auto_increment || email | varchar(255) | YES | | NULL | || token | varchar(255) | YES | | NULL | || expiration | datetime | YES | | NULL | || createdAt | datetime | NO | | NULL | || updatedAt | datetime | NO | | NULL | || used | int(11) | NO | | 0 | |+------------+--------------+------+-----+---------+----------------+7 rows in set (0.00 sec)

Security Tip #3

If you’re not currently using an ORM, you should consider doing so. An ORM automates the writing and proper escaping of SQL queries, making your code more readable and more secure by default. They’ll help you avoid SQL injection attacks by properly escaping your SQL queries.

Set Up Reset Password Route

Create the get route in user.js:

router.get('/forgot-password', function(req, res, next) { res.render('user/forgot-password', { });});

Then create the POST route, which is the route that is hit when the reset password form is posted. In the code below, I’ve included a couple of important security features.

Security Tips #4-6

Even if we don’t find an email address, we return ‘ok’ as our status. We don’t want untoward bots figuring out what emails are real vs not real in our database.

The more random bytes you use in a token, the less likely it can be hacked. We are using 64 random bytes in our token generator (do not use less than 8).

Expire the token in 1 hour. This limits the window of time the reset token works.

router.post('/forgot-password', async function(req, res, next) { //ensure that you have a user with this email var email = await User.findOne({where: { email: req.body.email }}); if (email == null) { /** * we don't want to tell attackers that an * email doesn't exist, because that will let * them use this form to find ones that do * exist. **/ return res.json({status: 'ok'}); } /** * Expire any tokens that were previously * set for this user. That prevents old tokens * from being used. **/ await ResetToken.update({ used: 1 }, { where: { email: req.body.email } }); //Create a random reset token var fpSalt = crypto.randomBytes(64).toString('base64'); //token expires after one hour var expireDate = new Date(); expireDate.setDate(expireDate.getDate() + 1/24); //insert token data into DB await ResetToken.create({ email: req.body.email, expiration: expireDate, token: token, used: 0 }); //create email const message = { from: process.env.SENDER_ADDRESS, to: req.body.email, replyTo: process.env.REPLYTO_ADDRESS, subject: process.env.FORGOT_PASS_SUBJECT_LINE, text: 'To reset your password, please click the link below.\n\nhttps://'+process.env.DOMAIN+'/user/reset-password?token='+encodeURIComponent(token)+'&email='+req.body.email }; //send email transport.sendMail(message, function (err, info) { if(err) { console.log(err)} else { console.log(info); } }); return res.json({status: 'ok'});});

You’ll see a User variable referenced above — what is this? For the purposes of this tutorial, we’re assuming you have a User model that connects to your database to retrieve values. The code above is based on Sequelize, but you can modify as needed if you query the database directly (but I recommend Sequelize!).

We now need to generate the view. Using Bootstrap CSS, jQuery, and the pug framework built into the Node Express framework, the view looks like the following:

extends ../layout block content div.container div.row div.col h1 Forgot password p Enter your email address below. If we have it on file, we will send you a reset email. div.forgot-message.alert.alert-success(style="display:none;") Email address received. If you have an email on file we will send you a reset email. Please wait a few minutes and check your spam folder if you don't see it. form#forgotPasswordForm.form-inline(onsubmit="return false;") div.form-group label.sr-only(for="email") Email address: input.form-control.mr-2#emailFp(type='email', name='email', placeholder="Email address") div.form-group.mt-1.text-center button#fpButton.btn.btn-success.mb-2(type='submit') Send email script. $('#fpButton').on('click', function() { $.post('/user/forgot-password', { email: $('#emailFp').val(), }, function(resp) { $('.forgot-message').show(); $('#forgotPasswordForm').remove(); }); });

Here’s the form on the page:

Your reset password form. (Large preview)

At this point, you should be able to fill out the form with an email address that’s in your database, and then receive a reset password email at that address. Clicking the reset link won’t do anything yet.

Set Up “Reset Password” Route

Now let’s go ahead and set up the rest of the workflow.

Add the Sequelize.Op module to your route:

const Sequelize = require('sequelize');const Op = Sequelize.Op;

Now let’s build the GET route for users that have clicked on that reset password link. As you’ll see below, we want to make sure we’re validating the reset token appropriately.

Security Tip #7:

Ensure you’re only looking up reset tokens that have not expired and have not been used.

For demonstration purposes, I also clear up all expired tokens on load here to keep the table small. If you have a large website, move this to a cronjob.

router.get('/reset-password', async function(req, res, next) { /** * This code clears all expired tokens. You * should move this to a cronjob if you have a * big site. We just include this in here as a * demonstration. **/ await ResetToken.destroy({ where: { expiration: { [Op.lt]: Sequelize.fn('CURDATE')}, } }); //find the token var record = await ResetToken.findOne({ where: { email: req.query.email, expiration: { [Op.gt]: Sequelize.fn('CURDATE')}, token: req.query.token, used: 0 } }); if (record == null) { return res.render('user/reset-password', { message: 'Token has expired. Please try password reset again.', showForm: false }); } res.render('user/reset-password', { showForm: true, record: record });});

Now let’s create the POST route which is what is hit once the user fills out their new password details.

Security tip #8 through 11:

Make sure that the passwords match and meet your minimum requirements.

Check the reset token again to make sure it has not been used and has not expired. We need to check it again because the token is being sent by a user via the form.

Before resetting the password, mark the token as used. That way, if something unforeseen happens (server crash, for example), the password won’t be reset while the token is still valid.

Use a cryptographically secure random salt (in this case, we use 64 random bytes).

router.post('/reset-password', async function(req, res, next) { //compare passwords if (req.body.password1 !== req.body.password2) { return res.json({status: 'error', message: 'Passwords do not match. Please try again.'}); } /** * Ensure password is valid (isValidPassword * function checks if password is >= 8 chars, alphanumeric, * has special chars, etc) **/ if (!isValidPassword(req.body.password1)) { return res.json({status: 'error', message: 'Password does not meet minimum requirements. Please try again.'}); } var record = await ResetToken.findOne({ where: { email: req.body.email, expiration: { [Op.gt]: Sequelize.fn('CURDATE')}, token: req.body.token, used: 0 } }); if (record == null) { return res.json({status: 'error', message: 'Token not found. Please try the reset password process again.'}); } var upd = await ResetToken.update({ used: 1 }, { where: { email: req.body.email } }); var newSalt = crypto.randomBytes(64).toString('hex'); var newPassword = crypto.pbkdf2Sync(req.body.password1, newSalt, 10000, 64, 'sha512').toString('base64'); await User.update({ password: newPassword, salt: newSalt }, { where: { email: req.body.email } }); return res.json({status: 'ok', message: 'Password reset. Please login with your new password.'});}); And again, the view: extends ../layout block content div.container div.row div.col h1 Reset password p Enter your new password below. if message div.reset-message.alert.alert-warning #{message} else div.reset-message.alert(style='display:none;') if showForm form#resetPasswordForm(onsubmit="return false;") div.form-group label(for="password1") New password: input.form-control#password1(type='password', name='password1') small.form-text.text-muted Password must be 8 characters or more. div.form-group label(for="password2") Confirm new password input.form-control#password2(type='password', name='password2') small.form-text.text-muted Both passwords must match. input#emailRp(type='hidden', name='email', value=record.email) input#tokenRp(type='hidden', name='token', value=record.token) div.form-group button#rpButton.btn.btn-success(type='submit') Reset password script. $('#rpButton').on('click', function() { $.post('/user/reset-password', { password1: $('#password1').val(), password2: $('#password2').val(), email: $('#emailRp').val(), token: $('#tokenRp').val() }, function(resp) { if (resp.status == 'ok') { $('.reset-message').removeClass('alert-danger').addClass('alert-success').show().text(resp.message); $('#resetPasswordForm').remove(); } else { $('.reset-message').removeClass('alert-success').addClass('alert-danger').show().text(resp.message); } }); });

This is what it should look like:

Your reset password form. (Large preview)

Add The Link To Your Login Page

Lastly, don’t forget to add a link to this flow from your login page! Once you do this, you should have a working reset password flow. Be sure to test thoroughly at each stage of the process to confirm everything works and your tokens have a short expiration and are marked with the correct status as the workflow progresses.

Next Steps

Hopefully this helped you on your way to coding a secure, user-friendly reset password feature.

If you are interested in learning more about cryptographic security, I recommend Wikipedia’s summary (warning, it’s dense!).

If you want to add even more security to your app’s authentication, look into 2FA. There are a lot of different options out there.

If I’ve scared you off from building your own reset password flow, you can rely on third-party login systems like Google and Facebook. PassportJS is a middleware you can use for NodeJS that implements these strategies.

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