#And Even as a Major Asshole He Intrigues Me

[name-doggo]

I personally think if people can romanticize and "forgive" William Afton then I have every right to think all Devon needed was some support and therapy. We all make mistakes<3(He murdered someone)

I can kinda see where you're coming from with that- The way you phrased it makes it seem like you're not excusing what he did, so yeah I agree.

Also At the very least with Devon, he didn’t mean to Kill Kelsey. Is he still a massive Asshole for wanting to Trap Kelsey in a suit for Hours outta Jealousy? Yes, but he wasn't so evil that he wanted to Kill him. (It's an extremely low bar to cross, but still gotta give Credit.)

I do believe in some way if Devon did get the right support he needed, he could’ve became a good person. That being said, don't let hypotheticals or AUs blind you to the fact in Canon he is an Asshole.

[godslino]

MIGRATION | bang chan first date series. strangers to lovers.

pairing: bang chan x fem!reader word count: 5.5k genre: fluff, romance, falling in love at first sight summary: you've never been lucky when it comes to dating, but a blind date with chan just might turn that around

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author’s note: hello and welcome to my first date series!! i seriously had so much fun writing this and i’m so excited to continue with the other members. i hope you all enjoy! if you liked it, please remember that any and all feedback is appreciated!! happy reading <3

“So…I know a guy.”

You groan, throwing your head back against the cushion of the booth you’re currently shoved into. Changbin drops his fork to gesture at you with his hand, a look of exasperation on his face.

“Come on, I haven’t even said anything yet!”

“The problem is that you’ve said anything at all.” You say, glaring at him as you reach for your drink.

Changbin, as much as you love him, is notorious for being the worst wing man in the history of wing men. His most recent pick, Jooyoung, was a friend of his from high school. A freelance writer, the owner of a snazzy apartment in one of the more sophisticated districts of Seoul, and conveniently single. They’d recently reconnected after a mutual friend threw a party that they both went to, and he was ecstatic to try and set the two of you up.

You’d been reluctant, rightfully so, but Changbin is anything but a quitter and you also just so happen to be the world’s biggest pushover (his pout is just too good, okay?), so you’d agreed on the off chance that it just might work out.

Long story short, it didn’t.

Jooyoung was probably the biggest asshole you’d ever been on a date with. Not that you were surprised, though. Changbin’s circle of friends when he was younger mainly consisted of grade-A douchebags who were born with a golden spoon in their mouths. Perks of being born into a wealthy family and attending one of the most elite private schools in the country, apparently. Changbin had attended a university on the outskirts of Seoul for a reason. Lesser known, laid back—to study music of all things—and the sole reason for his father’s headache, as he’d put it. That’s where he met you.

“Okay, but I think this guy might be the one.” He makes air quotes around the two words, and you scoff as you cross your arms.

“And what would you know about that?”

“Um, a lot? You’re my best friend, I know exactly what you’re looking for.”

This is the part where things go south—or so you assume. Changbin puts on the puppy eyes, jutting his bottom lip out to hell as he stares at you from across the table. You glare at him dead on, unwavering. He won’t get you this time. Not over your dead body.

“At least let me tell you about him?”

“No.”

“I met him at the company. He makes music just like me, only slightly better. And you know how I am, I don’t just say that stuff. That means he’s really good.”

Choosing to ignore him, you go back to poking at your noodles.

“He’s from Australia. Born here, moved there when he was young, then moved back to pursue music. Kinda ballsy if you ask me. But he speaks English, so at least communication won’t be as much of an issue as other guys.”

A small crack in your composure. The idea of this guy growing up somewhere other than Korea is…pretty intriguing.

Despite moving here three years ago for school, it’s still kind of hard to communicate when your Korean could be more polished than it is. You’d basically kept to yourself for the first year until you met Changbin. He’d easily integrated you into his group of other music majors, even though you stuck out like a sore thumb as both a foreigner and a stem major. But if it weren’t for him, you think that you might’ve hauled ass back home a long time ago due to the isolation. So to be introduced to someone who can speak english, under the prospect of possibly dating them, sparks a bit more interest.

Changbin notices the slight twitch of your brow and smirks, one side of his mouth pulling downwards. Bastard.

“Hmm, what else? Oh! Dude’s got a killer set of dimples. You’re into that, aren’t you? You used to go on and on about that younger guy in your physics class during senior year. What was his name—Jeongsuk? Jeong—Jinyoung? Jeongin! It was Jeongin.” Changbin snaps his fingers like he’s impressed with his own memory, pointing at you as you fix him with a blank stare. “He has dimplessss.” He sing-songs for emphasis.

And, really, this should not be the breaking point. You’re better than this. You’re not so shallow that you would throw away your pride for a man you’ve never met—let alone never seen before—all because he has dimples.

But, once again, you’re a pushover. A big one. So yeah, fuck it.

“What’s his name?”

Changbin blinks like he wasn’t expecting you to fall for it. “Seriously? That’s what got you?”

“You have five seconds to tell me his name before I change my mind.”

He scoffs, mouth agape. “I went as far as disregarding my own talents to play up this guy and his music making abilities—”

“Five.”

“—tried to give you a little bit of a backstory, too—”

“Four.”

“—and the dimples are the final nail in the coffin?”

“Three.”

“Chan! His name is Chan. God. Just—stop counting. It freaks me out.”

Chan. You throw the name around in your brain for a bit, pointedly ignoring the way Changbin is whining about how you sound like his mother when you do the whole number thing. It’s kind of…cute. Not enough to conjure up an idea of what he might look like, but putting a name to a faceless stranger with dimples in your head is gonna have to do for now.

“You swear this guy is normal?”

Changbin rolls his eyes. “Define normal.”

“Okay, let me rephrase myself,” you push your plate forward, laying your forearms on the table as an indicator that you’re serious, “Is he an asshole?”

“No.”

“Hm. Okay. So that’s a maybe.”

“What the fuck? I just said no.”

“Yeah? You also set me up with Jooyoung, remember? The guy who literally started flirting with the waitress right in front of me five minutes into our date? And then proceeded to yell at her when his fries weren’t salted?”

“How was I supposed to know…” Changbin mumbles, looking off to the side guiltily.

“Nevermind. Just—if this goes bad, I’m blaming you. And then I’m never going on a blind date with one of your friends again. Matter of fact, I’m never going on a date again, period. Deal?”

Changbin grins, the apples of his cheeks shiny under the restaurant lighting. He holds his hand out for you to shake, and you take it hesitantly, grimacing when he uses his strength to jostle your arm like a ragdoll.

“Deal.”

🎥🍿

Any hope you had for the date going smoothly starts to dwindle once Chan texts you the day of.

You’d gotten his number from Changbin, who had so kindly already given Chan your number before he’d even broached the subject with you. The resulting lecture about privacy and consent may or may not have extended the rest of your time at the restaurant, a sheepish Changbin rubbing at the back of his neck while you berated him for his lack of common sense.

When your phone buzzes on your bathroom counter, Chan’s name flashing across the screen, you mistakenly think that he might be messaging because he’s early. Which, given the fact that you were standing in nothing but a towel, hair still wet from your shower and face covered in moisturizer you hadn’t rubbed into your skin yet, would be less than ideal.

Chan [12:32p.m.]

Hey! I’m really sorry to have to do this, but can we push the date back an hour?

Something came up at the studio

I tried to get out of it but I have a deadline to meet, client probably won’t be too happy of their track isn’t done on time

Great. Already off to a rough start.

In his defense though, you appreciate the fact that he’s messaged a whopping two hours in advance. Most people probably wouldn’t be bothered to allow that much of a grace period.

You [2:33p.m.]

no worries!!!

you didn’t buy the tickets yet, did you?

Chan [2:34p.m.]

Nope! So we should be fine

I’ll purchase them for 6 and then be there to scoop you up around 5:30 if that’s cool?

You [2:36p.m.]

sounds perfect

hope stuff goes well at the studio!!

Chan [2:40p.m.]

You’re sweet

Thank you, I’ll see you soon :)

You’re sweet. You stare at the words on the screen, your brain buffering for a moment. A big fat loading circle floating above your head.

Suddenly it’s way too hot in the bathroom. You blame the fact that you shower with the water cranked all the way up to boiling, because really there’s no other explanation for the warmth spreading throughout your cheeks.

To be fair, it’s been almost a year now since you’ve had any sort of positive interaction with another male. On one hand, your last relationship ended in a ‘It’s not you, it’s me’ ordeal that most definitely gave the impression that it was you. On the other hand, most of the dates you’ve been on have ruined themselves within the first five minutes, never really giving you the chance to feel any sort of connection. Cocky attitudes, overly pushy encounters, and even someone who walked into the cafe you were seated at, took one look at you, and walked right back out. That one still hurts.

It’s a little sad that Chan is the only guy out of the mix whose elicited any sort of reaction out of you. Especially since you haven’t even met him yet.

The extra hour that you have to compensate for flies by a lot quicker than you expect, and before you know it Chan is messaging that he’s five minutes away.

You take one last glance in the mirror: a pair of light wash jeans that sit right above your hips, black halter top bodysuit, and a thin cream colored cardigan to tie it all together. Simple and cute. A movie date doesn’t really call for all the dramatics, and you’d hate to overdress for a first impression.

You’re in the middle of reapplying your chapstick when the doorbell rings.

Take it easy, you say to yourself, inhaling deeply as you reach for the door handle. You let the air out with one final huff, swinging the door open only to be met by a bouquet of daisies directly in front of your face.

You blink in surprise. Well that’s a first. Before you get a chance to speak, the bouquet is being lowered, and the moment Chan’s face comes into view causes a small gasp to fall from your lips.

He’s…cute. Beautiful, even. A bright smile, dimples that tuck themselves into his laugh lines as his eyes disappear into crescents much like the moon, and lips that make your head spin when his tongue darts out to wet them nervously. His hair falls messily across his forehead in a faded hue of purple with hints of brown, definitely unconventional and an obvious result of one too many washes, but he makes it work. He makes it work well.

He clears his throat, brings a fist up to his mouth to emphasize it, and then grins. “Hi there.”

It takes a second for your brain to catch up. Even his voice is attractive. He’s using english, which leads you to assume that Changbin has already told him that you’re not from here. His accent is there, not too noticeable but also strong enough to be picked up on.

“Hey.” You smile, rubbing a hand up and down your arm.

“These are for you. I, uh, as an apology for being late. Is it too much?”

You shake your head quickly. “No! No, these are—they’re beautiful. I love them. Thank you…Chan.” His name rolls off your tongue hesitantly, but it all disappears as soon as he flashes that smile again.

“Good, I’m glad,” his voice catches the breathy end of the laugh he lets out, “This is weird, isn’t it? I’m sorry, I don’t really do well with this kind of stuff. But you look really nice, and I’m excited. My car is parked just out front if you’re ready to go.”

Honest. Awkward. A laugh that makes you want to hear it over and over again. You were sold the minute his eyes met yours. Chan offers his elbow for you to take like you’re in some cheesy romance movie from your childhood.

Yeah. This one is definitely gonna go well.

🎥🍿

Chan might not show it, but he’s just as nervous as you are.

You wouldn’t be able to tell at first glance that he spent an entire forty-five minutes deciding on an outfit, only to settle with some jeans and a white shirt, a jacket thrown on top for some color.

When Changbin first proposed the idea of going on a date with you, he was adamant that he wasn’t looking for anything right now. But as soon as you opened the door, eyes wide and looking like the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, he’s glad he said yes.

“So what movie are we seeing?” you ask, frowning when Chan laughs. “What? What’s funny?”

“It’s a surprise.” He smiles, rushing forward to hold the door of the car open for you. When he puts his hand against the top part to block your head, you have to suppress the smattering of butterfly wings that start to clamor against your ribcage.

Chan is sweet. He double checks that you’re buckled in before driving off, he asks if there’s any specific music you want to listen to before foregoing it all entirely to ask about you instead, he listens with an attentiveness that has you feeling seen and heard, and he smiles with such genuinity and warmth that you feel cold once it disappears. You stare at him in awe, like he’s a figment of your imagination.

Chan’s been staring back, too. He spares glances in your direction when you’re not looking, feels the steady thump of his heart gradually increase whenever you lean a little too far to the left when he makes you laugh, and he thinks your voice is prettier than anything that’s ever played on the radio.

You learn more about him as he drives. He moved back from Australia when he was seventeen, he’s got two younger siblings and an adorable puppy named Berry back home (and pictures on his dashboard to prove it), he prefers Australia’s summers over Seoul’s winters but he finds more inspiration here in the city than anywhere else. You resonate with the fact that he doesn’t really have anyone here besides a small circle of friends. No family, no one to fall back on when things get tough.

Chan talks like he’s an old friend, like he’s re-telling a story you’ve heard a thousand times. He makes it easy to fall into step with him as if you’ve been here all along.

By the time the two of you get to the movie theater, the initial awkwardness that had hung in the air is gone, replaced by comfort and ease. Chan throws the car in park and all but books it out of his seat to open your door for you, and you giggle when he makes a dramatic bow as you exit.

The theater is kind of busy for a Thursday night. There are families with their kids lined up to get tickets and groups of teenagers at the concessions, all of which make for a crowded lobby. Chan glances down when you place a hand on his arm, mostly because you want to stay close, but also because it’s hard to ignore the feeling of being magnetized towards him. He smiles, bending at the elbow to allow your arm to slip into his.

There are cardboard cutouts along the sides of the lobby, all of which serve to promote the newest animated release about a family of ducks. You squint at the showtimes once the two of you make it to the front of the counter, letting your eyes scan the movie titles until you finally land on—

“Two tickets for Migration, under Bang Chan.”

The girl behind the counter looks up, her eyes bored. She can’t be any older than sixteen, most likely resentful about the fact that she’s stuck here on a school night. “The kids movie?” She asks, unimpressed.

Chan braves a glance in your direction and—ah, there goes that grin again. Cue the butterflies. You’d agree to a three hour long showing of static and white noise if it meant he’d never stop doing that.

“Yup, that’s the one.”

Tickets in hand, a smiling Chan right next to you, and a massive line for popcorn that honestly might have the two of you late for the previews. “We’re seeing a kids movie?” You ask, moving up a spot in the line.

“Mmhm. I spent so long looking at all the options. The romcoms seemed boring, Bin mentioned that the newest superhero movie was bad, and I figured a scary one was too cliché,” he eyes you sidelong, “Unless you’re into that.”

You huff out a laugh, not really expecting him to be so straightforward, “I definitely am not.”

“Hm, so the old yawn to put my arm around you trick won’t work?” His eyes are playful, but something about the idea of being in even more contact with him has your stomach doing flips.

“Nope. Sorry. Seen that one before.” You say, making him laugh, his earring dangling when he drops his chin towards his chest.

“I guess I’ll have to figure out something else then.”

Another thing you learn about Chan is that he enjoys interesting food combinations.

“You like peanut m&ms?” he asks, throwing a bag of them onto the counter when you nod your head. After he pays, he pockets his wallet and turns to you with a bucket of popcorn tucked under his arm and a large drink with two straws in his hand. “Could you grab the candy?”

First door, theater one. There are a bunch of parents and their kids entering ahead of you, all of them buzzing with excitement. It’s a little funny, the fact that two grown adults—no kid in tow—are walking into the showing of a kids movie.

Chan leads you to the very back row. “For the kids, just in case they can’t see over us.” He quickly clarifies after noticing the way your eyebrows shoot up in silent question, but even in the dim lighting you can still see the tips of his ears turning pink.

“Taking me to a kids movie and then propositioning me in the presence of five year olds? You’ve got some nerve.” You say, timing it perfectly as Chan is leaning forward to take a sip of the drink that’s placed in the cupholder between the two of you. He sputters around the straw in surprise, coughing into his fist.

“That’s not—” You laugh, cutting him off as he stares at you with red eyes from his coughing fit. The mood shifts after that, and Chan visibly relaxes into his seat as he starts throwing jokes out a lot easier than before.

“Learned this from my dad,” he says, opening the bag of m&ms, “It’s my favorite thing to do at the movies. Haven’t been in a while because—well, I don’t really have anyone to go with.”

You watch as he dumps the candy into the popcorn bucket, shaking it to mix everything together. He reaches in to grab a piece of popcorn and an m&m at the same time, popping it into his mouth.

“Oh my god,” he sighs, slumping into his seat, “Forgot how good that is.”

When you don’t respond, he looks over. “You okay?”

Are you? You’re not sure. Every bone in your body is screaming bloody murder because Chan is making it really hard to not want to lean over and kiss the concerned frown off of his stupidly pretty face.

The thing about it is that you don’t do blind dates. And you most especially don’t enjoy them. But Chan is different. Chan holds doors open for you and makes corny jokes. Chan laughs at everything like it’s his last day on earth and he’s making up for lost time. Chan listens when you talk and responds with genuine interest. Chan compliments the little girl in the theater lobby who’s wearing a princess dress to watch the new superhero movie. Chan shares something as special as his dad’s favorite movie snack with you. Chan is just…Chan. And you like him. A lot.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay, I’m just—thank you. For sharing that with me.” You say, the corners of your mouth lifting.

“Stop doing that.” He mumbles, eyes trained ahead.

“Doing what?”

“Smiling. It makes my head spin.”

Your heart slams against your chest. You’ve spent the entire date trying to make sense of the way Chan makes you feel, trying to put it all into words. Yet here he is, right in front of you, saying his thoughts as they come and absolutely ruining your resolve in the process. Like it’s easy for him.

There’s no time to answer when the lights go down, the screen up front widening to signal the start of the movie.

Just like any other kids movie, it’s easy to get caught up in all the surface level jokes while also understanding the themes. You and Chan laugh outwardly at some parts, hold your breath at the suspenseful ones. It’s almost like you’re a kid again, enjoying yourself fully for the first time in a really, really long while.

Chan was right, the popcorn and m&m combination is good. You reach back into the bucket for more, freezing when Chan does the same and his knuckles brush yours in the slightest of touches, sending a jolt of electricity up your arm. It happens a few more times, each one leaving his hand lingering for far longer than the last, until eventually he makes a show of digging really hard for an m&m and hooks his pinky with yours in between the popcorn. It’s cheesy and cliché but god does it make your stomach do somersaults.

About three-quarters of the way through the movie, when it’s clear that neither one of you are willing to take it the next step further, you lean into his ear.

“You okay? You look kind of tired.”

Chan turns, confused. He’s certain that he wasn’t dozing off. He did have a late night last night. He was up working on the track that still somehow managed to hold him back today, hoping to have everything polished so that he didn’t run into any obstacles before your date. But that didn’t really work out in the end.

“Huh? No, I’m fine. Honest.”

“You sure?” you ask, a slight lift to your voice, “I don’t know, you looked like you were about to yawn.”

The light from the movie hits the left side of his face, illuminating all of his features in a way that makes your breath hitch. He’s pretty. So, so pretty.

Chan blinks, slow, and then his confusion slowly turns to one of understanding. Cue the grin.

“You know, now that I’m thinking about it…I am kind of tired.” He makes a show of fake yawning, stretches his arms above his head (and not blocking any children since you’re in the back row, thankfully), before bringing his right arm down and around your shoulders.

You spend the rest of the movie like that, tucked into Chan’s side while his fingers move gently against your shoulder. He’s unbelievably warm, and eventually you find your head resting in the spot just between his shoulder and his neck, his cheek pushed up against the side of your head. The position makes it easier to reach up and pat his eyes dry at the end, a single tear slipping out as he sniffled and mumbles a ‘M’not crying’ that has you giggling and doting all over him.

He doesn’t move his arm for the entire walk back to the car, and you momentarily mourn the loss when he opens the door for you (again!) so you can climb in. When he finally gets in on the other side, he says nothing, just reaches over to intertwine his fingers with yours and places your joined hands on the center console like it’s something you’ve done a thousand times.

“Ready to go home?” He asks, looking over at you.

You glance down at your hands, then back up at him. “Is it weird if I say no?”

“Not at all,” Chan grins, throwing the car into drive, “I was hoping you would say that.”

🎥🍿

“For you.”

Chan plops down on the bench, a hand outstretched with a steaming hot chocolate ready for you to take.

“Thanks,” you smile, cradling the cup between your hands.

After some deliberation, you and Chan had decided to come to the Han River. It’s quiet, the bridge lights reflecting off the water as the sounds of the city fade into the background. The temperature is slightly on the colder side, the tail end of winter just barely there. When he notices the slight shiver of your shoulders after a particularly strong gust of wind, Chan shucks his jacket off in a heartbeat to drape over you.

“Oh, you don’t—”

“You’re cold,” he scolds, pulling at the collar of the jacket to tighten it around you. His hand lingers near the base of your neck, fingers itching to reach out and touch. He doesn’t though, just smiles and settles back into the bench. “Plus I think Changbin might actually kill me if something were to happen to you.”

“Oh please,” you roll your eyes, “Ignore him. I’m not a baby.”

Chan takes a sip of his own hot chocolate, licks his lips to catch the excess. Not that you’re staring. “I’m serious. I mean, I get it. He told me that you’re here alone and stuff.”

You hum in understanding, turning your head to stare out at the water. “So are you.”

It’s Chan’s turn to look at you now, his elbows resting against his knees, and you watch out of the corner of your eye as his face turns unreadable.

The silence stretches thin, nothing but the sound of cars passing and a dog barking nearby. It’s kind of comforting in a way. Being on your own in a new place has been one of the hardest transitions you’ve ever had to deal with. There were times where it felt like a mistake, where you wished that you’d never even gotten on the plane. But then there were times where you felt lucky to be experiencing the things you are; to be able to try new things and pursue a life for yourself that you never thought possible.

“How’d you do it?” you ask quietly, turning to meet Chan’s gaze. “I mean, you were young. Seventeen is basically still a kid. Being alone in a place like this is scary as an adult, I can’t even imagine what that was like.”

Chan smiles, but it’s sad. His eyes twinkle with something like resentment, the lights from the bridge making it look like he’s glowing. A flame that’ll never burn out. “Would you believe me if I said I’m still figuring it out?” The end of it comes out as a laugh, but you can tell he means it.

“I don’t know, being a big shot music producer with deadlines and clients seems pretty figured out to me.”

Chan nods and stares at the cup in his hands. “My parents hated it. Still do, I think.” You don’t say anything. Chan is grateful for that; grateful for the space you’re giving him to explain. “They wanted more for me I guess. But I’m not sure that more would’ve necessarily been what I wanted, you know? I’m content with where I am now. I’m doing something I love, even if it took a while to get here. They don’t see it.” He chews his lip nervously, fingers playing with the soggy material of the paper cup’s rim.

Chan doesn’t know why he’s saying any of this. He’s not the type to completely bare himself out to anyone, to scoop away at his insides until there’s nothing left besides the hollowness he feels whenever he thinks about how he traded his life back home for a life of music. But you’re different somehow. Chan knew since the moment he saw you, felt it in the way your eyes lit up whenever he spoke and in the ease of how well the two of you got along. He was doomed from the start.

“I see it.” you say, your eyes still fixed on the water. “I might’ve only just met you today, but I see it. And I get it, too. Maybe not to the same extent, but the feeling of wanting to do something for yourself even if it meant losing something else. There’s purpose in that, in you. It’s okay to be selfish if it means you’re prioritizing your happiness.” You let the words settle for a bit, hoping that you don’t sound too shallow. When you turn to look at him, he’s already looking back.

“You don’t know me enough to say that.”

“I don’t have to know you to believe in you, Chan.”

A beat of silence, and then he’s laughing, short and punctuated as he lets his head fall forward with a small shake.

“You’re…”

“What? Corny?” you supply, smiling over at him.

“No,” he says, meeting your gaze. “Perfect.”

You huff out an incredulous laugh, looking away to hide the blush that’s spreading across your cheeks. “You can’t just—god, now who’s corny? Huh?”

“I never said I wasn’t corny.” Chan argues, sitting up to face you fully.

“Yeah but you can’t just say stuff like that.”

“Why not? I think you like it.”

Your mouth opens and closes quickly, lost for words. Chan’s closer now, a lot closer than he was before. One arm thrown across the back of the bench, loosely framing you in, he bends it at the elbow to bring a hand up and tuck your hair behind your ear.

“I never said that.” you mumble, your gaze flicking down to his lips and then back up again.

“You want me to stop then?” he asks, voice just above a whisper. You know what he’s implying the minute his fingers trace the shell of your ear, moving down slowly until they start playing with the collar of his jacket.

“Is it bad if I say no?”

Chan’s hand is warm to the touch, ice to fire. You lean into it. A moth to a flame, one that’ll never go out.

“Not at all,” he repeats, just like earlier, “I was hoping you would say that.”

A dog barking in the distance. Cars beeping as they pass by. A plane flying overhead. A group of friends laughing as they ride past on their bikes. The minute Chan’s lips connect with yours, everything fades, the sounds warbling together like static. Unintelligible; nothing besides the feeling of Chan kissing you matters.

It’s slow, nothing more than a press, but you feel it in every fiber of your being. Kissing Chan feels like the poles of the earth are colliding, meeting in the middle and sending its molten core spreading throughout your entire body. Warm, warm, warm. Chan is warm. He’s soft and gentle and his lashes tickle your cheeks when his eyes flutter closed halfway through because he was too busy etching your features into his memory.

You’re the first to pull away, admiring the way Chan’s eyes slowly peel open, lips swollen and pink. Unable to resist, you lean in and peck them once more, giggling when he blinks at you in shock.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been as compelled to kiss someone as I was just now.” You smile.

“Me too,” he sighs, resting his forehead against yours. “I don’t normally kiss on the first date.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t normally do dates anyways. At least not ones that don’t immediately go up in flames.”

“What about now?” Chan asks, raising an eyebrow. “Have I changed your mind?”

“Hmm, I don’t know. I kind of told Changbin that if this was a disaster I was never gonna go on a date again.”

Chan laughs and pulls you into his side, tucked right under his arm like the shape of him was molded in a way to make sure that you fit perfectly in his embrace.

“Is it bad if I say I like that idea?” He asks, glancing down at where your head is resting against his chest.

“Nope,” you say before leaning up to kiss him once more. He smiles into it when he feels your fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his neck, humming softly against your lips.

“Worst date ever, then?” he mumbles against your mouth.

“Yeah,” you sigh, pulling back to stare into his eyes, big and brown and brighter than the stars, “Worst date ever.”

[tags: @palindrome969 @summergirlsmj @n1staytiny ]

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[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - In Which None of You Should be Surprised by a MAJOR Upset in the Standings

Sorry this is so late. I had a pretty epic series of delays landing me at NRT for like 18 hours or something ridiculous. To be fair there are much worse airports to be stranded at.

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

June 2024 Week 4

Ongoing Series - Thai

The Rebound (Weds Gaga) ep 1 of 12 - Fuck all ya'all if you thought I had taste. MeenPing are topping this damn list because... have you any idea how LONG I have been waiting for a real sports centered BL starring at least one boy who actually played the flipping sport? My whole damn life. You ready for me to go into euphoric splooges all over your screens? I don't think you are. SUFFER! And now some splooging:

It’s off to a great start. Thank you, Rebound, for being exactly what I wanted. By which I mean Meen has his shirt off literally in the first two minutes of the show. Also it’s a bit of a childhood sweethearts reunion romance. There’s nothing wrong with this beginning. Fantastic. For a change, I even enjoy the intro music. Golf is directing MeenPing this time, so maybe something magical will happen. Frank is aging so pretty!!! How nice for all of us. Even the bb play is good. It’s a proper sports BL. I’m so damn happy right now. 

Wandee Goodday (Sat YT) ep 9 of 12 - I’m so tired of Ter, but everything else was lovely. Also they are SUCH boyfriends. 

Sunset X Vibes (Sat iQIYI) ep 3 of 12 - They are so cute in these roles. I don’t know why, I just like their vibe better here than in the previous show. (And I really enjoyed Big Dragon at the start.) This show is a lot more classic romance and kind of pat because of that. I do hope the ingénue character gets some kind of additional development and talent. But even if it stays mundane, these two have the chemistry to carry it. So I suspect I’ll keep enjoying it regardless. I am mildly intrigued by the spice of the PNR element, so I hope they run with that a bit more. I suspect they will have to, to extend the plot for 12 eps.

My Stand-In (Fri iQIYI) ep 10 of 12 - Ah Ming... famous last words. This one just makes me sigh a lot and whimper sadly. I don’t know where they’re going with this plot or how they’re gonna resolve it. Joe finally being the asshole Ming deserves is a lot of fun though (double entendre intended). I’m scared but it did make me cry... a lot. (That's fine, I'm a sap.)  

Imma say this because no one else has. Wardrobe is unilaterally terrible in this show. I mean Thailand is notoriously bad in general but this show, nash.

We Are Cute (Weds iQIYI) ep 13 of 16 - They are so fucking adorable. And so flirty! Also a crying kiss? My favorite! Chain’s little moment of "Cupid shoot thyself" was epic. ("Physician heal thyself" but for the BL world?) Honestly, I could watch a whole show about these two...

The Trainee (Sun YouTube) ep 1 of 12 - How does Gun still look like he’s just out of high school? Madness. Does the set for the print shop that he’s working in at the beginning remind anybody else of Mork’s dad’s place in ‘Cause He’s My Boy? I swear GMMTV has about 3 sets they rotate through.

To be brutally honest, I was not looking forward to the show at all. No idea why. OffGun aren’t my most favorite OG pair, but I respect them for their longevity, optics, acting shops, and enduring brand. Maybe I just needed more of a gap from Cooking Crush?

Whatever, I was absolutely riveted by this first episode. I’m enjoying The Trainee a lot. Like, a lot a lot.

My Love Mix-Up Th (Fri YT) ep 4 of 12 - This version did the "clear up of the inciting miscommunication" in such a sweet achey way. Frankly that "ache of first love" really plays to G4's strengths as a pair. This was a good ep and I’m now starting to enjoy this one for its own sake and get some distance from the JBL version. It's just there is A LOT of good stuff coming out of Thailand right now.

Love Sea (Sun iQIYI) ep 3 of 10 - I was inspired to write a Shakespearean style sonnet in this week's trash watch. Mame seems to believe that no character can have depth without suffering. And I found this episode both boring and rushed at the same time. Trash watch here. (This week's trash watch also VERY delayed.)

Knock Knock Boys (Thurs Gaga) ep 6 of 12 - It’s eminently missable... so I missed it this week in order to get this weekly update out. Next week will be a two in one. 

Only Boo! (Sun YT) ep 12fin - Okay, that’s it, I guess?

Summary:

An idol romance about a sunshine boy who dances good and wants to be a star and a reserved food stand vendor. Other side of the tracks, grumpy/sunshine pair who fall in love but, of course, to be an idol baby boy can't date. It wasn’t particularly bad, it wasn’t particularly good either. 7/10

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

I Hear the Sunspot AKA Hidamari ga Kikoeru (Japan Weds Gaga) Ep 1 of 10 - A new series adaptation of beloved yaoi I Hear the Sunspot (first adaptation was feature film Silhouette of Your Voice 2017).

I expected the soundscapes in this one to be fantastic, but I didn’t expect the filming to be something special too. But it really is. I’m not gonna lie, I'm nervous about this show because I love the manga and was disappointed by the film, but we were off to a really good start. First names already? So cute. I love them.

Takara's Treasure AKA Takara No Vidro (Japan Mon Gaga) ep 1 of 10 - Shy awkward Taishin goes to a Tokyo university in order to reunite with Takara, a stranger who consoled him over the loss of a parrot the year prior. He finally gets a chance to express his gratitude but is given the cold shoulder. (My thoughts this weekend's round up)

I can't believe Japan is holding it down for the non Thai BL. I mean to say.... JAPAN!!! What alt reality are we living in? It being Japan, I'm scared of the ending.

It's airing but...

Blue Boys is still going on and I'm still enjoying it (despite the cheating) but I don't know when it drops or where it's going, so I will report in at the end. When they tell me it's ended.

The Last Time (Thai Fri YT?) - Convoluted story of loss and possible reincarnation or something. Can't find it.

OMG Vampire (Thai Sun ???) 10 eps - I've put the search on hold for and y'all can let me know if it's worth tracking down once it ends?

In case you missed it

The Time of Fever AKA Unintentional Love Story 2 (Korea movie) trailer released to Korean theaters 5/25. HoTae & DongHee, side couple from Unintentional Love Story are back! Same actors, same character names. I love them. Devastated this hasn't had international distribution. I demand you tell me the moment you find it!

Next Week Looks Like This:

NO IMG - we half way through this week already - sorry.

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

July Releases to Come

7/5 This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans (Thai iQIYI) - trailer here, The PittBabe team behind a new restaurant set BL full of hidden agendas and starring my new favorites SailubPon. Delightful!

7/10 Century of Love (Thai Gaga) 10 eps - trailer here, DaouOffroad are back, this time as fated mates in a quasi historical paranormal moment. San has spent many lifetimes waiting for his lost beloved, to reincarnate from her death a century ago. But if he fails to find her within this century's time window, he will succumb to a tragic death. And this time she's a boy. Very much Director Who Buys Me Dinner meets First Love Again, hopefully better than both. I love this pair and think they can handle the premise, it's whether the storytelling is up to the challenge. I'm curious to see but I have reservations.

7/26 4 Minutes (Thai Netflix or iQIYI?) - Great is a university student from Faculty of Business and the son of a wealthy business owner. Out of the blue, he gains the supernatural power to see four minutes into the future.

7/29 Battle of the Writers (Thai ????) - trailer here, TutorYim return and while I adore them, I really hope this is better than Middleman's Love. Won't be hard. However: that premise! Ugh. Something something authors fighting - save me. Why don't writers understand that nothing is more boring than writers?

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Defining @heretherebedork 's favorite endearment of "tiny idiot."

I love him. I also love what a class act they both were about this turn down. Thailand shows Korea how to handle a love triangle by NOT HAVING ONE.

Both We Are.

We stand a lap sit on this blog, but I think this is my first lap spin! I adored it! (Sunset X Vibes)

It's fun to watch them follow the original narrative but with these cute little Thai twists. Sometimes these are shifted for language reasons, sometimes for cultural, and sometimes I think just to draw a clear distinction from the JBL. I'm not mad about any of it. (My Love Mix Up)

Not just for you, honey. Truer words were never spoken. Yak is the biggest green flag ever to walk BL's verdant earth.

Linguistic corner!

I love this way of putting the translation. Usually, in Thai, the phrase used means "he's my happiness" (sounds like: kwamsook). To use sabai is different. Sabai more ubiquitous (sabai is one of the most commonly used phrases in Thailand) but also so different from the usual phrase we hear in ThBL at this moment. Thus, this execution is special, particularly from a doctor. I'm not quite sure how to put it but sabai can also be translated as feeling well, as in, not ill. So there is a way of looking at Wandee saying Yak is both his peace of mind and good for his health and well being.

(Last week)

Streaming services are listed by how I (usually) watch, which is with a USA based IP, and often offset by a day because time zones are a pain.

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

Sigh, Tumblr in it's infinite wisdom doesn't like too many tags.

There's these tricks, remember.

[archangeldyke-all]

Something with like cellmate prisoner!sevika?! 😭😭😭 idk I just think like her being all dangerous and powerful, having a shit ton of friends but like selectively, no one messing with her maybe even hating how just mean she is. And then comes in reader and yk. I’d love if the story was smutty but u can chose ofc 🫦

i love this so much

men and minors dni

living in zaun is shit. but the one thing that's always kept you and a majority of your fellow citizens in line, was the ever-looming presence of stillwater prison just a few miles away. you've watched countless people enter those prison walls. you know very few who ever came back out.

and now, through a series of unfortunate events that lead to you assaulting an undercover enforcer, you're going to find out first hand just how horrible stillwater really is.

you don't think you've ever been so nervous in your life as the enforcer guides you-- restrained and already hating the itchy fabric of your new life-long uniform--down a long, long hall of cells.

he's chewing a wad of bubblegum, casually, like you aren't about to piss yourself with nerves. "listen kid." he says, looking you up and down. "i read your file. seems like you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time." he says, shrugging. "no prior arrests, clean record-- honestly i'm surprised they sent you here, but i guess you did break marcus' nose." the enforcer chuckles here.

"you know that asshole?" you ask. the man guiding you snorts.

"'s my boss." he mumbles. beside you, a prisoner lunges at the bars of their cell, screaming at you. you jump, and the guard laughs. "as i was sayin'-- you seem like a real peach. like you'd be a good influence on some of our... rougher prisoners." he mumbles.

dread starts to curl in your stomach. you have a pretty good idea of where this conversation is headed, and you don't like the outcome. you just hope you aren't cellmates with someone real bad: like genie the counter-fitter who got caught two years ago; esmee the weapons expert who successfully set an entire square block of piltover's wealthiest neighborhood ablaze; or, god forbid, sevika.

she'd been caught just weeks ago, smuggling an entire airship's worth of shimmer into piltover's loading docks. it was big fucking news.

sevika's a big fucking deal.

and you want absolutely nothing to do with her.

which is why, of course, the guard pulls you to a stop right outside of the only cell with a light on, the low, dim glow of a reading lamp and the quick flickering light of a lighter. you feel like you're gonna barf.

sitting in the shadows of the cell, puffing on a hand-rolled cigarette, sits sevika, silco's second in command.

if he's the eye of zaun, she's the arm. he might be watching-- but she's doing. she's nothing but bad news; everything you've tried your best to avoid while living in the undercity.

well, look how well that turned out for you.

"sevika, meet your new cellmate." the enforcer calls out. a pair of silver eyes snap up from her book and lock on yours. you shiver.

"fucks' wrong with her?" she mumbles. you gulp.

"nervous, i'd assume. 's her first-offense." the guard says. he shoves you into the cell and you jump as the bars slam shut behind you. "you ladies have fun." he says, before turning and walking away, the smacks of his gum echoing behind him.

sevika inspects you from her chair.

"how'd you fuck up so bad you ended up in a cell with me from your first offense?" she asks, seemingly intrigued.

"punched an undercover enforcer." you whisper. sevika's eyebrow hitches up, a little amused.

"yeah?"

"think his name was marcus, or something." you mumble. she sputters.

"ha! really!?" she asks, a little smile growing on her face. you nod. she takes a drag off her cigarette, then points at the bunk beds. "i get bottom. don't go thinkin' 'cause we're cellmates it means you get to touch my shit. i got people outside pullin' big favors for met to get shit like this." she gestures to her cigarettes and lamp. you nod. "don't look so nervous. i won't bite unless you piss me off."

you try to stop shivering. you don't succeed. "s-sorry."

she studies you for a moment, her smile growing as she does. though she's no longer armed with shimmer, her arm's still in perfect working condition, five little daggers gently tapping on the table top as her eyes dart across you. "you from the lanes?" she asks. you nod. she snorts. "you know who i am?" she asks. you nod again. she chuckles, then stands. she approaches you, circling around you like you're prey, then chuckling and leaning back against the table, crossing her arms over her chest. "you scared'a me?" she asks.

"shouldn't i be?" you choke out.

it seems to be the right answer. sevika laughs, then sits back down at her table, picking her book back up, chuckling intermittently for minutes after.

she's not a bad roommate. she's surprisingly tidy, always quiet, her nose usually buried in a book. she smokes like a fucking chimney, and you've come to find she gets her tobacco-- and sometimes a bit of weed-- from one of the guards every tuesday night.

she's got special privileges among most of the guards. they're always sneaking her books and flasks, letting her get away without cell-searches, letting her read past lights out and have lighters and screwdrivers and other dangerous, weapon-like tools.

you, on the other hand, do not have these privileges. and, keeping in line with sevika's one and only rule, you don't touch her shit. all of this means that while sevika smokes and works on her arm and reads and works out, you spend your time just... sitting on the top bunk. watching her.

sometimes, during open cell time, she gets visitors. you're surprised that none of these visits end in shady dealings-- sevika doesn't seem to need to trade her stash of goods for anything. most of her visits are quick, and most end the same way: a small scrap of paper being shoved in sevika's hand.

she burns the scraps after she reads whatever's on them.

she's... pleasant, sometimes. it's rare, but it happens. one day, you'd forgotten to make your bed before you went to breakfast. you returned to find it neatly made, and when you thanked her for helping you avoid trouble with the guards, she had just waved it off. "don' get used to it. i won't always be here to fix your mistakes."

once, a fight broke out while you were in the showers. you were sent back to your cell soaking wet-- your hair still lathered in shampoo. she had chuckled, called you a "wet rat", and helped you rinse your hair out in the tiny sink in your cell.

and... she's kinda pretty. it occurred to you one evening while the two of you were partaking in your nightly routine: sevika reading in her chair while you study her, pretending to sleep. she'd glanced up at you and whispered. "why're you always lookin' at me?"

you shrugged, then nearly choked on your tongue when 'you're pretty' almost slipped out of your mouth. "uh... i got nothing else to look at." you'd ended up saying. she seemed to accept this.

"you don't have any prison girlfriends?" you ask. sevika's in a particularly jovial mood today: the note she'd been delivered earlier in the afternoon must've had great news. she's decided to share her joint with you. the question slipped out the second you took your first puff-- your tolerance astronomically low from being without for so long.

sevika laughs. "nah."

"but..." you cut yourself off before you get yourself in trouble, biting your lip. sevika chuckles, then nudges your leg.

"y' can say it." she says. you smile at her, then speak.

"it's just... i had a few friends who work at babette's." you say. "i figured you'd have as much of a reputation here as you do there."

she takes a second, tilting her neck side to side as it cracks, then sighing. "i got shit to do in here." she says simply. you raise an eyebrow at her, biting your lip again, and she chuckles. "say it." she demands again.

"you just read all day." you laugh. sevika nods.

"i'm... working." she says. you just nod along, pretending you understand what she's alluding to.

it happens in the strangest way but you and sevika start to become... friends.

she sits alone at lunch, and you sit alone too, on the oppisite side of the cafeteria. but you're so used to looking at sevika, that you find yourself watching her even when there are much more entertaining things to look at, like the handful of fights that break out every meal.

you notice she loves the jello cups you guys get once a week. so you pocket yours and toss it at her later that night. the way she smiles lights up the room even brighter than her tiny lamp. you make it a habit.

she starts loaning you her books, finds you a crate to sit on by her table while you guys read together at night.

and when sevika gets jumped in the middle of the night-- you don't even question it before you jump out of your bunk, grab sevika's screwdriver where she left it on the table, and start swinging in the dark, blindly.

"what the fuck?" someone squawks when you manage to stab something in the dark.

"what?" sevika whispers in the dark.

"sevika, your bunkmate fucking stabbed me!" her attacker's voice rings out.

a light flicks on. you cringe at the sudden brightness, then blink in confusion as sevika and a guard with a screwdriver sticking out of their shoulder stare at you.

sevika's grinning. the guard is scowling. you hold your hands up in shaky fists, preparing for a fight. sevika chuckles.

"relax, sweetheart." she says, swinging her arm around you and tugging you into her side. "ran's a friend." she whispers into your ear. you blink at the bleeding guard, then back at sevika.

"so, what, we're taking your girlfriend with us now?" the guard-- ran-- asks. sevika looks at her friend, then looks at you, a calculating look in her eye. she smirks, shrugs, then looks back at the guard.

"she threw herself between me and a uniform-- can't just throw that kinda loyalty out, now can i?" she asks, smiling.

you don't know what's happening. you're about to ask-- when suddenly you black out.

the first thing that comes back to you is your sense of hearing.

voices.

"sevika, fuck, you can't just throw a wrench in the plan like this--"

"i can do whatever the fuck i want--"

"on the night of the breakout?! no heads up!?"

"do i need to remind you which one of us is second in command, here?!"

"...fuck. c'mon, help me load her in the van."

the next thing is your sense of touch. you're laying on the rumbling cold steel of a van floor-- currently in motion.

you're shivering, but then something warm and wool and smelling like cigars is draped over you.

you're head keeps bumping uncomfortably with every crack in the road. someone gently picks your head up and puts it in their warm nap, a hand coming down to scratch your scalp.

your voice comes next. "mmmh?"

"it's okay." sevika's voice comes. you groan, cracking your eyes open, only for her face to be grinning down at you. "fuckin' maniac." she giggles.

"wha?" you groan. you're seeing double, your head is pounding.

"ran knocked you out. 's what you get for stabbin' 'em." sevika chuckles. "but, you're lucky, 'cause they don't hold a grudge. they helped me lug your ass outta stillwater."

"wha?!" you ask again, snapping up. sevika laughs as you look out the front window of the van-- the depths of piltover surrounding you as you head, presumebly, to the last drop.

you recognize the man driving-- a tall, muscular, tattooed man who'd recently been added to your cell block's guard rotation. in the passengers' seat sits the guard you'd stabbed-- bandaged and watching you with amusement.

"wha's happenin'?" you mumble, looking back at your cellmate as you clutch a hand to your throbbing head. you've been shrouded in a red cloak-- sevika's already out of her prison uniform and back in her 'second in command' look. she smirks at you.

"y' really think i was jus' sittin' around, servin' my time?" she asks. you shrug.

"figured somethin' was goin' on. y' kept gettin' those notes. didn't wanna ask." you groan. sevika chuckles.

"well, you shoulda. or i shoulda warned you, so you didn't try killing my crew." she chuckles. you blink over to the person in the passengers' seat, cringing.

"s-sorry." you mumble. they wave it off.

"'s cool. knocked you right the fuck out, didn't i?" they chuckle. "we're even."

you turn back to sevika. "you broke me out of prison?" you ask. she shrugs.

"'re you mad about it?" she asks. you gawk at her.

"uh... just... a little surprised?"

sevika cackles. you smile at the sound, despite your headache. "i wasn't plannin' on it! then you started givin' me your jello, 'n readin' all my books, 'n..."

"she's got a crush on you." ran fills in from the front.

"i didn't say that!" she shouts.

"she's not denying it though--" the man driving teases.

you choke on your spit. sevika huffs, rolls her eyes, and speaks. "i... i kinda got a crush on you, yeah." she mumbles. "and i swear i'm not sayin' this jus' 'cause i think you're cute but: you should really stay with us at the last drop until things calm back down, since, y'know... you're kinda wanted now..." she says, rubbing the back of her neck.

you blink... shocked.

you don't really know what to think. you tried your whole life to stay out of trouble, and it managed to find you anyways in the form of a drunken under-cover enforcer deciding to smack your ass when you'd had too many drinks to hold your punches. you tried to stay out of trouble in stillwater until you were saddled with sevika. you tried to stay out of trouble with her until she dragged you-- literally, you were unconscious!-- out of prison along with her. it seems like trouble's meant for you.

but if there's one thing you're certain of, it's sevika.

you smile at her, then reach up to cup her cheek. she looks more nervous than you've seen her in all your months in stillwater together.

"you gotta crush on me?" you ask. she gulps.

"i'd say it's a little more than a crush seeing she broke you outta stillwater as your first date--"

"ran!" sevika hollers. you chuckle.

"is this our first date?" you ask, raising your eyebrow at her. she shrugs.

"it's... jus' don't expect the next dates to be this exciting." she chuckles, rolling her eyes. you grin, then dart forward and press a kiss to her lips. when you pull away, she's wearing that same nervous look again.

"you okay?" you whisper. she licks her lips, nuzzles a bit against your hand on her face, and nods.

"'m just kickin' myself for not puttin' the moves on you sooner. coulda been fuckin' you to pass the time in prison instead of readin' all those boring books." she mumbles. you burst into laughter, and she grins.

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[scekrex]

YOU ASKED FOR MORE ADAM REQUESTS SO UH HERE I AM

so yk how adam knew angel dust was a pornstar when charlie mentioned his name. uh i have not been able to get that out of my head because he knew him by NAME it wasnt just like he passed by an angel dust billboard cause those are probably fucking everywhere and was like “cool” NO bro looked at it closely enough to know his name by memory— anywaysss what about adam x male reader whos a pornstar cause thats cool dhdkd maybe he sees an ad with the reader on it or something and gets intrigued 😋 anyways have a super silly day

I fucking adore you for that prompt bc the fact that Adam knew Angel by name was/is stuck in my brain too and I've been meaning to write pornstar!male!reader for a while, you simply gave me an actual reason to do so. Also the warmest, cuddliest hugs to @ultimateissuessimp who not only helped me to come up w a plot but also fixed my writers block xoxo to you bro.

Any way you want me, baby, that's the way you got me

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, smut, sex without consent (it's not Adam guys, chill), mention of sexual abuse, choking (with and without consent), unprotected sex, major character death (temporarily)

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Your pimp massaged his temples and sighed, “Stop acting like a fucking picky whore, if you want your fucking money you'll do the job.” You crossed your arms over your chest, you were having none of it.

It had been a couple of years since you started doing what you did, it had been a couple of years since you had dedicated yourself to that fucking asshole who was trying to force you into something that was way outside your comfort zone. So you have learned to stand up for yourself, to say no. And usually that was fine because usually your clients weren't some snobby bitches with an ass full of money. This time your client was exactly that though, and that asshole of boss - at this point you were sure you could call him that - saw the money and nothing but the money. So a ‘no’ wasn't on the table for you this time as it seemed.

“Fuck you, I'm telling ya, I'm not doing that bullshit,” you told the man in front of you. He however simply grabbed your wrist and pulled you in, “You’re gonna drop that fucking attitude of yours right fucking now because you're gonna do it, if you want or not is irrelevant.” You huffed and ripped your arm from his grip, “Fucking fine, but if that whore breaks me it's on you.” At that your boss chuckled deeply as he gave your cheek a light pat, “Good boy.”

So there you were huh? In a room with some asshole you didn't trust the slightest bit.

It didn't take long for the man to not only undress himself but also to basically tear the fabric off your body - quite literally because your shirt was being ripped open and he yanked your pants down hard enough for the stitches to give out on it.

Your mind went blank after that, everything was just a hazy blur as you tried to get it over with. There were cold hands on your body, then you fell, the landing was surprisingly soft.

A scream filled with pain ripped from your throat as the man thrusted in, in, in until he was fully inside of you, no lube, no preparation. A hand was firmly pressed against your mouth and while probably not intended, he also covered your nose leaving you no way to breathe but you took it, what were you supposed to do? Say no? With that hand on your lips? Yeah, pretty impossible. You also doubted that the asshole would care about your wants. It all went down when his other hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed, he didn't even try to ask for consent, he just took what he wanted, maybe needed.

Your hands were on his wrists in an instant, your nails dug into his skin in order to try and push his hands off of you but to no result, he was stronger. And then the hazy blur faded to black.

-

When Adam read the news about his favorite porn actor being killed he was quite furious.

The news articles all stated the same, that some rich bitch had paid for a session with you - an recorded one on top of it - and had choked you to death. And on top of that the manager of you had published the video, hell Adam was even able to see you die at his hands.

The news articles also blamed you for not giving him any signals to stop, Adam thought that was bullshit. He had followed your porn career for a while now, he had seen interviews too, if only two - it wasn't like many people wanted to interview pornstars on a daily base - he knew you had this little rule about consent and therefore he knew you had given the man signals he just tended to ignore them.

“Can you fucking believe it, Lute?” he asked angrily as he held his phone in front of her face, on the tiny screen there was a news article about your death, a picture of your corpse covered by a white sheet was also featured. Lute looked at it briefly, then shrugged, “Who cares? Just another whore that'll end up in hell.” Adam put down his phone and grabbed Lute by her shirt, “Watch your fucking mouth, he wasn't like the rest of those disgusting sluts.” Lute just shot him a weird look and mumbled a quiet, “Whatever, Sir,” as Adam let go of her clothes.

-

When the world around you got bright you were confused, what had happened?

You found yourself in someone's office, the walls were painted white and there were golden accents to make the room seem less stirile. “Where the fuck am I?” you asked, visibly confused as three pairs of eyes stared at you, one of them was a small girl, she looked delighted to see you. Then there was a woman, you figured it must have been her mother or something like that, she offered you a small smile. The last one was the face of a man who seemed to be equally confused as you were at first, but soon his expression softened a little.

“Well look who we have here,” the man spoke and got out of his seat to walk over to you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders as he shot you a sharp grin.

“Welcome to heaven, Y/N.”

-

It took a good while for you to get used to the afterlife you were expecting, it looked like your beliefs had been with you and that God had decided to put you out of your misery and send you to heaven a little sooner than you had thought. Not that you complained though, the company was better than the people that had surrounded you on earth.

Adam and you had grown to be close friends in no time and soon after your bond had increased so much you had asked the first man out. He had agreed and so the two of you started dating.

He was surprisingly soft with you - was it really surprising though, given that he knew how you had died? No, not really. But it was nice that he accepted your ‘no’ without further questions - sometimes, when he was really into something you said no to, he sat down with you and talked it out, gave you all the options to stop whenever it got too much or you simply didn't like it. Consensual sex without fighting for what you wanted and didn't want was new to you, it wasn't something your former boss or former clients had ever given you.

But that all shattered when Adam requested something that really didn't sit right with you.

“Fuck no,” you exclaimed, and got up from the bed, “No choking, not after-” you cut yourself off, you weren't able to say it out loud, not yet at least, “No.” Adam sighed, he wasn't annoyed or frustrated, he was actually able to understand the situation you were in quite well. “Babes, I’m not gonna hurt you like that bastard did,” he explained himself while also giving you the space you needed, otherwise you'd feel cornered and that was the least thing he wanted you to feel in that moment.

You knew that, in the name of God, you fucking knew Adam wouldn't choke you unconscious and he most importantly wouldn't kill you again by doing so but it felt wrong to let anyone grab you by the throat with the slightest bit of force. “Adam,” you pleaded, your eyes begging him to drop the topic. Adam's body language softened and he patted on the bed, a nonverbal request for you to sit down again. You hesitated for a moment, then you sat down again.

His wing wrapped around you immediately and his arms pulled you to sit on his lap. His chin was resting on your shoulder as he softly spoke, “I’m not asking you to live through a full fucking session, I'm asking you to try it, to let me show you how it's properly done. You can always tell me to stop and I'll be off of you in an instant. I won't ask you to ever try it again if you don't like it.” The brunette's hands rested on your chest, one of them slowly moved upwards to caress your neck and acting out of instincts you leaned into the soft and warm touch of his.

You thought about it. You thought about it for a while and you came to the conclusion that Adam was right. Trying was okay, trying meant you were allowed to hate it. So you hummed in agreement adding a quiet, “Okay.”

-

Soft lips were kissing your throat and you tilted your head upwards to offer Adam more excess. The first man gladly took it as an invitation to leave hickeys on the soft skin of yours which earned him a throaty moan. “Someone’s fucking horny,” Adam grinned and pressed his palm against the slowly growing bulge in your pants. You immediately lifted your hips to chase the friction that was given to you, a deep groan was ringing through Adam's ears, fuck he could listen to the sounds you were making all day. “You’re one to talk,” you breathlessly countered and lifted your knee against Adam's crotch. The taller man's hips stuttered and his wings flapped in excitement at the newfound and unexpected friction. “Oh fuck,” he mumbled against your throat as his fingers clawed at your shoulders and his nails dug into your skin, the pain it caused was different than the pain men had brought you back on earth, the pain Adam was giving to you always felt so deliciously holy and you could drown in it.

You have had sex before with all kinds of men, rude and harsh ones, shy and soft ones, ones that took what they wanted and then left without the slightest thought of satisfying you. But with Adam it was different, Adam always made sure you were feeling as much pleasure as he was experiencing and if he were to get too caught up to jerk you off, he'd blow you afterwards.

Your fingers itched towards the hem of Adam's robe and pulled the soft fabric up until his lower half was exposed. “Get that stupid shit off, it's cockblocking us,” you growled with lust audible in your voice. That was something Adam was quick to do, he was always so eager to get undressed for you, no matter what, no matter when.

Once Adam's robe had hit the floor, your clothes were joining it in no time. Your naked bodies were pressed together, his lips never left your skin long enough for you to actually miss them, they were on you constantly. “Gonna fuck that brain out of your pretty head babes, it'll be all you will be able to think about for the entire week,” the first man whispered in a deep, aroused voice that gave you the most pleasant kind of goosebumps you've ever had and your body shuddered against his lips. “You gotta try real hard for that, you sure you can fuck me that well?” you teased, very much aware that, yes, he was able to do as he had just said, he had proven it before and he'd prove it again. “Watch it, whore,” he grinned up at you and then your nipple disappeared between his lips and another moan tore from your throat to let the first man know what an incredible job he was doing.

Back on earth you had disliked, maybe even hated the term. It was always used as an insult that was supposed to play down what you were doing but when Adam said it, it sounded like the most beautiful thing to achieve, to be called whore by Adam was something you took with pride, something that made your body heat rush to all the right areas.

“Nah,” you replied and even though it was more of a whine than an actual statement, you confidently continued, “You like it when I use my mouth and we both fucking know it.” Adam's wings twitched at the thought of you sucking him off and his eyes revealed that he liked the idea - not for now though, now you two had other plans. “Sure do, babes, sure do,” the brunette agreed as he reached for the bottle of lube that he had placed on the bedside table earlier.

That was also another thing you appreciated about the sex with Adam, while he made sure you were feeling that holy version of pain earth could never compare to, he was also gentle, well as gentle as someone like Adam could be. But he prepared you, always did, and he was the type of guy who'd rather use too much lube than not enough.

At first it had been weird for you that Adam knew about your carrier, in the name of Lord above that motherfucker had seen you die because of that stupid porno. But it turned out to be quite useful for him to have all that knowledge about your past, that way he knew how far he was allowed to go without constantly having to ask you. He did check on your well-being during sex though, a thing you appreciated very much. He also knew about the things you were into, figuring his kinks out was as easy as breathing, the first man did nothing to hide the things that turned him on.

Adam covered his fingers in lube, waited a moment for the liquid to warm up and then slowly started to push his index finger inside of you. Your back arched and your hips rocked down on his finger, taking it like it was a daily thing - maybe because it was. “Gimme the second one,” you breathed out and watched as Adam moved his hand a little, his index finger almost slipped out and you were about to complain but before you had the chance to, two fingers were thrusted inside of you and you groaned, “That’s what I'm talking ‘bout, pretty boy.”

“Just look at the filthy little slut you are,” his hand moved up and down your side before it stilled on your hip bone, “So fucking eager to take the first dick ever made.” You nodded, “And so fucking ready too, so what ya waiting for, big guy?” Your lips had curled up into a shit eating grin as you challenged him, “Scared you'll hurt me?” Oh and that made something inside of Adam snap.

He quickly withdrew his fingers, causing you to complain about the emptiness you were left with. “Adam,” you whined and wiggled your ass closer to his hips, “I can take both, your fingers and your dick.” That earned you a light slap on your hips, “Don’t be so fucking impatient, you'll get what is needed to shut your mouth.” “I think it'll make me open up instead, moaning yo-” you cut yourself off with a loud moan because the brunette had just bottomed out inside of you without any kind of warning. And the burn that came with it from how wide his dick stretched you was beautiful through and through.

“Don’t just fucking talk about moaning my name, do it,” he demanded and gripped your hips firmly to keep you from squirming, he didn't move however, gave you the time you needed to get used to the feeling. Oh the self control this man had was driving you insane. “Goddamn it, fuck me already, what use is it to have the first dick inside of me when it doesn't fucking do shit,” you whined as you threw your head back into the pillows.

Adam didn't move his hips, however he leaned over you and wrapped his left hand around your throat, there was no pressure at all, just the feeling of his hand. For a moment panic flooded your brain and your body screamed at you to make him stop, to tell him not to fucking touch you like that, but then he spoke up and his voice was so soft, sounded so worried, “You decide when it is too much, if this is too much you simply say so and I won't touch you like that again unless you ask for it like a good fucking boy you can be.”

You closed your eyes, took a deep breath and relaxed, his hand was still on your throat but you relaxed. “No, it's okay,” you whispered without looking at him, then added, “Now get to the fucking point and fuck my brains out like you promised.” And then there was pressure on your throat but at the same time the brunette started to move his hips, the pace at which his hips slammed in and out was bruising but it was exactly what you needed. You bared your throat as much as you could, showing him that it was okay, showing him that you trusted him with this, “Fuck, Adam.”

The sound of Adam's balls slapping against your ass filled the room and while one hand was firmly yet not painfully wrapped around your throat, the other slowly slid up your torso until it reached your nipple, the skilful fingers of your lover twisted it in such delicious ways that moan after moan spilled from your lips and Adam admired it, admired you. He was purely enchanted whenever you got vocal during sex - which was quite often.

“Fucking right, whore, moan for me ‘n’ my dick,” he hissed before he caught your lips in a bruising kiss, your back arched off the mattress even more, your hips tried to chase his whenever he pulled out only to slam himself back in again a second later. A whine fell from your lips and seeped into the kiss, your wings closed around his back, trapping the both of you behind feathers but neither of you minded, you were both too caught up in pleasure to care about such things. “Adam, please,” you moaned as your hips helplessly moved in sync with his own, “Fucking touch me.”

Normally Adam would make you beg for it, deny you your orgasm for as long as he could, but not that day. You had been doing so well for him, had tried something that neither of you were sure you would like. You had given him your trust by allowing you to touch in ways no one ever touched you with consent and he wanted to reward you for it, wanted to give you what you so desperately graved. As he attempted to let go of your throat you stopped him. Your hand tightly gripped his wrist in order to keep his hand where it was and you looked him in the eyes as you said, “I fucking dare you to stop choking me, use your other hand to jerk me off.”

He couldn't help the chuckle that rumbled through his body but he did as he was told and once his hand had started to stroke your dick, it only took you a few moments to reach your climax. The white wetness covered your stomach, a few drops even reached Adam's chest but you were too fucked out to pay any mind to it, all that you were able to focus on was Adam, Adam, Adam. Adam, who was fucking you through your orgasm to chase his own, Adam who didn't take much longer to reach his peak, Adam who filled you up with his cum until it started to leak.

The first man breathed heavily on top of you as he pulled out, a weak snap of his fingers cleaned both of your bodies before he fell into the sheets beside you. Well to be fair he had landed on your wing instead of the mattress but you couldn't bring yourself to care. You turned around to face him and curled up against his chest, Adam wrapped his entire body around you in order to keep you warm and protected.

“Thank you, Adam.”

He kissed your head softly.

“Anything for you, babes.”

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

⭐ Gay wrongs tournament, finals of the major bracket ⭐

Propaganda:

For the Leverage trio:

No murder (except occasionally by Elliot) but the theifsom as they are sometimes called rob from every kind of evil rich asshole they can find. Three of the best criminals in the world. Be poly do crime

A canonical (Word of God) triad who run cons with the ultimate goal of helping people. Hardison is a hacker, Eliot is a hitter, and Parker is a thief

For Hanningram:

Ive previously only heard the term "murder husbands" refer to hannigram so it feels flitting. The whole series culminated with a murder they did together bathing in blood. 

The show and ship that coined murder husbands. It’s in the text in s3 from a journalist side character. They do Many murders either together or as a message to each other. Usually this involves turning the dead body into an art piece. The show ends with them killing a guy together in a slo mo scene backed by porno music.

They're both batshit and manipulative.

ALRIGHT so they're not canonically together but it is HEAVILY implied and they have some sort of fucked up psychosexual obsession with each other. in the later parts of the show they start committing murder and cannibalism together and they're soooo unhinged but it's awesome

kill people for each other. maim each other. kill people together. most batshit insane metaphors. send each other to jail. ruin everyone’s lives. someone can probably say this better than me but these gay people are insane

Literally THE murder husbands. They kill for each other. They've tried to kill each other. They're canon in all but name, like the homoeroticism between these two is the driving force of the show.

one time hannibal folded a guy into an origami human heart

They are in love and they kill and eat people. They are called Murder Husbands in canon.

The original murder husbands (literally, that's not just their ship name, they get called that in canon)

The show begins with Will working for the FBI and trying to catch Hannibal, but because Hannibal is so intrigued by the way Will is able to see the world and the motives behind the killings so easily, it becomes a game of Hannibal isolating Will even more from the people around and seducing him to try and kill. By the time Will starts embracing the side of him that Hannibal sees, he starts oulling back and trying to distance himself so that when the time comes for Will to fully embrace himself and Hannibal, no one really suspects what they have planned. 

hannibal literally does murder as courtship and it works bc will is also a fucked up little guy

I'm actually quite offended they aren't included by default (joke). They are THE murder husbands!!!!!! (mod note: they should have been, but I wanted to see how many submissions they'd get. They got 19, making them a little more than 6% of total submission count).

do i have to say it. they literally get called murder husbands IN THE SHOW

There are 3201 works for Hannibal on ao3 tagged Murder Husbands. They are the ogs, they are the pioneers we owe it all to them.

THEE murder couple. You know it. I know it. They commit crimes at each other as courting and then commit crimes together and then fall off a cliff to wash up somewhere and live on to serve cunt. Get referred to as 'murder husbands' in canon. What more do you need

Hannigram were literally called Murder Husbands in canon, they are the og, they are THE blueprint. They were gay as hell and comitted so much murder so many crimes. THEY RAN OFF TO EUROPE TOGETHER.

[they-stare-i-ship]

I finished reading the atlas paradox

and now you're subjected to my SPOILERY thoughts.

Parisa Kamali: I love Parisa, I have loved her since the first book. I LIKE HER SO MUCH she's funny she's mean she's cool she's kind. She's incredibly powerful. She's so interesting and I really enjoyed how she slowly became "her royal softness". Whenever we have her pov it's so fun. I love how she's not scared of Atlas and how she challenged him. I can't wait to see what she does in the next book. I'm actually excited to see how Dalton has changed and how she reacts to them in the next book. Her relationship with Nico makes me so feel so nice. I also need her to be kiss Reina sometime in the next book.

Nico de Varona: he's been my annoying lil baby since the first book. I loved how he became more fleshed out in this book. I loved how lonely he got, his relationship with Reina and Tristan really intrigues me. HE'S SUCH A CHILD sometimes and I love him for it. Obviously I have spent the two books insane bc I knew he was in love with Gideon, I just knew it and they're just *chef's kiss* also speaking of his relationship with people, I think him and Libby will be stunning as besties, I truly cannot perceive them as romantic. They act so sibling like or even just asshole bestie like.

Reina Mori: when we started with this series I actually had more hopes from her. I feel like she didn't do much (especially in book 2) and my girl really doesn't understand communication. If she just talked to people sigh. But honestly her God thing, I am down. Go off, I'm excited to see her go off the rails bc people didn't talk to her the way she could have understood. I am low-key in love with how funny the duo of Reina and Callum is, tbh. I also get major ace vibes from her.

Libby Rhodes: honestly she was my second least favourite amount the six when we started. She desperately needed the corruption arc we got in the later half of the book. I think I will like her a lot more now. Her crush on belen was stunning to read. I can't wait for Libby to fuck shit up, literally fuck everyone up. And I genuinely truly deeply want her relationship with Nico to just be friendship. Friendships are equally as important and the fact that the universe made them parallel to eachother is my favourite thing.

Callum Nova: honestly I didn't really like him much during the first book, he was fine but we had more interesting characters. BUT DAMN CALLUM NOVA POST HEARTBREAK?? ~~ exquisite ~~ he's so fucking funny and hopeless and sad and pathetic. he is so desperate for love and so upset that he was denied it. He's my pathetic lil meow meow. Also I would LOVE to see him use his powers more in the future. As we keep learning about it, I keep loving him. Also I need Tristan to beg Callum to take him back.

Tristan Caine: actually I didn't enjoy his povs at all in the first book, I couldn't wait for them to be over. He is still my least favourite among the six but in the second book he was more interesting and fun. I'm a lil anxious of how Atlas is gonna use him and his powers. I don't care much of him but I want him to beg Callum or regret it for the rest of his existence. Also I hate LibbyTristan as a romantic permanent thing, they can fuck around and have fun but pls end at that.

Gideon Drake: I have loved him since day 1. He was the softer kinder balance to Nico's aggressive and abrasiveness. He is so interesting, his origin and his powers. I spent both the book wishing we had more of him. Now that we are out of the library maybe he'll get to play a more active role in the book. I am obsessed with Gideon (bc Nico is obsessed with Gideon) I love the tidbits we learn about Gideon like how Libby always liked him more or how max travelled with him for the rescue of the "prince". I want Gideon to have everything he wants, that's all.

Atlas Blakeley: I have been thinking of Giancarlo Esposito as Atlas the entire time. There's no explanation it's just vibes

Ezra: I'm glad he's dead 💖

[kevin-ibw]

how does Vox act around other people? Like would he be an asshole or is he more like an angel who manipulate people, being all clam and stuff so he looks like an actual angel?

basically what’s his personality?

also what’s his power? Anything new he can do that canon Vox can’t do?

(Sorry if this bothers you, I just want to get as close as possible when it comes to you AU)

How Vox Acts

- The second option, one must deceive in order for others to believe. Vox puts on an overly nice persona to gain the trust of others, He weaponize empathy to make others view him as their savior, and considering the fact that he was formally a cult leader in life, its pretty darn easy. The AU itself actually has a lock of various colors, and everything is either black, white, or some shades of grey. Anyone who possesses colors outside of those shows that they have powers and status, Vox being so blue is such a contrast to Hell's red skies is such a breath of fresh air that they don't have a choice but be intrigued.

Vox isn't afraid to drop the act when it's no longer needed. But it doesn't mean he'll act like an asshole. In actuality, the majority of the time, he's rather... cryptic. There's barely a time when you see him not smiling. He follows Alastor's advice to a T, and that freaks everyone out because his smile is wider compared to Alastor's, whose smile is mostly tight-lipped.

He is not someone you should get alone in a room with because let me tell you things will get weird. Once he's finally out of your vicinity, you'd start to feel irrationally paranoid for some reason. The feeling of being watched, you throw any electronics out of your house, but the feeling only intensifies. The next time you see Vox on a commercial, it would feel like he's staring directly at you, and by that point, you'd feel like you can't get a sense of privacy anymore.

Vox's abilities

- In terms of powers, he possess the same ones that the OG!Vox has. What's technically new is that instead of a full demon form, he has a full angelic form, which is incomprehensible to many and especially go those who haven't gotten used to his presence yet. Best case scenario you'd be temporarily blinded and the worst is you become completely unresponsive for a short while.

And despite the fact that he always has his eyes closed. He seems to be aware of most of his surrondings, even if there isn't a single electronic device in sight.

[prettyboykatsuki]

okay if i've already asked you this just ignore this but could you help me understand gojo better what do you love about him what intrigues you about him etc etc etc

OKAY. i had to grab my laptop bc my little paws saw an opportunity to do something other than dunk on gojo.

first of all. i think gojo is an objectively unattractive character if ur type isn't assholes. this goes doubly if u are an anime only (idk how far / if u have read the manga so i will try to avoid major spoilers). it's not really about his physical appearance but more that his personality is really annoying. he's arrogant, frivolous, and hard to understand.

and i think a lot of people do fundamentally misunderstand his character like all the time. which is normal because that's kind of the point of his behavior. it's like a purposeful misdirection, and most people who know him well can tell you that.

but who really knows gojo? other than maybe shoko, and the principal. who knows gojo forreal? it's not his students. it's really not anyone.

there's this scene from the vol. 10 extras that is probably one of the greatest insights into gojos character. not for what it says, but for what it doesn't say at all.

you'll notice how no one can say anything about him other than the fact he's the strongest. some of his students call him an idiot, and nanami goes as far as to call him flippant and egotistical. megumi feels like he's indebted to him same as yuuji.

but in the eyes of everyone in the universe, the only thing that gojo satoru can ever be or will ever be is the strongest. his whole life has been one long journey to accomplish that. to become a god amongst men.

but gojo isn't god. even if everyone imposes it on him, he won't ever be. and despite how devastatingly lonely that existence is - in the end, he's still trying to accomplish something in order to prevent his tragic fate from occuring again. even when he won't benefit from trying to twist the hands of fate because his time for happiness is well-past.

there's actually very little for gojo to do what he does. no one really respects him or appreciates his effort among society. and yet they impose responsibilities on him all the same with no remorse. he could be cold and unfair and arrogant to his students, but he ultimately cherishes them all and guides them like a real sensei. there's not any good reason for gojo to try changing all of this. he doesn't have the same resentment of a zenin. he was born with a golden spoon in his mouth and could only do what benefitted him.

but he hasn't. and he wont. despite all odds and all misery, gojo is still holding onto hope that things can be different. he is actually very desperately clinging to the remaining sense of humanity he has which is why he behaves the way he does.

in the end, his acting is just that. acting. gojo puts on the mask to put everyone at ease but his life is doomed to be lonely. all he wants is to share that burden and for things to be different. for other people not to suffer the way he did.

it's only natural to write off gojo as a flippant and arrogant asshole. that's his whole thing. but he actually isn't at all, not really. he is the strongest, certainly. but he never really asked for that.

to me, i will have a deep love for gojo because he is just so tragic. that part of him that is so desperate to share his burdens and retain the innocence of his students is deeply endearing to me. i truly and genuinely love him a lot

[sophsicle]

This may be a question for the podcast, but I wanted your take on this: so one of my major qualms about jegulus (especially in canon) is that I notice that James’s mean streak is too often overlooked in the interest of making him the good/sunshine antithesis to regulus. And I feel like that’s very much a disservice to his character and it feeds into some of the older tropes in the fandom when James was just the good/sunshine best friend as the backdrop to wolfstar. And like even if they do include morally grey moments for him, most of them are just because “he just loves people too much.”

okay this does feel like a bit of a dig at me, but that's also fine.

ive said this before but the thing about "shipping" is that it's not about looking at two characters and thinking "those two people feel like they would definitely realistically fall in love" it's more "what happens to those characters if they fall in love", what aspects of their personalities does it bring out in them, what new situations does it force them into, new choices does it force them to make etc. etc. in general that's kind of what is intriguing about fanfiction, the ability to see the characters you love outside the context of the original plot.

so yeah, i totally agree that i think in jegulus the softer aspects of james's character are emphasized, because i don't think the "bad boy" persona, the parts of him that can be a real piece of shit, make for as interesting a dynamic in the context of "canon" jegulus. versus, say, jily. In jily the tension comes from those aspects of James's character, so you'll notice that in jily fics James is usually much spicier, because that makes sense for that pairing.

for that reason, i don't think it is a disservice to his character that his mean streak is overlooked in jegulus fics, i think it makes sense that that ship would bring out different aspects of his character. i also think "good-boy-heart-of-gold-james-potter" is actually a very new trope (relatively). so i totally get you in that, i do think people occasionally forget that james can absolutely be an asshole, that his character has those dimensions to explore and i am all for that depiction of james, i just don't look for it in jegulus because i don't find it as compelling there

[theliteraryluggage]

Edward Elric, 1 (Why do you like or dislike this character?), 4 (If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?), and 23 (Favorite picture of this character?)

Thank youu!! 💜

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

Lol I don't even know where to begin.

I mean, to start with Ed embodies just my favourite character type (genius asshole with a heart of gold), but he's also so much more than that. He's a cronchy onion with many layers and I am still discovering new facets of his character even after more than 14 years and uhh over 320K words in fanfic written. And this is true of most major characters in FMA bc Arakawa is just a top tier writer like that, but none of them quite appeal to me like Ed does.

I'm not gonna pretend it's not in part because of solidarity over our shared height, and the fact that his sense of style aligns so well with mine (and I am therefore convinced that his music taste etc would also align very well with mine). But. idk. the guilt complex. the inner conflict. the competence and intelligence. the snark. the utter devotion to the people he loves. the devotion, tess!!

yes I already had that meme what of it

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

There's a lot of very intriguing crossovers I have already seen, but one that I haven't yet and that's been simmering in my mind for a while now is The Old Guard, actually. I'd be so interested to see what Ed would make of that kind of life. (I've actually started writing a fic with a similar principle, but it's not an actual crossover/fusion or anything, just taking some inspiration from the general idea, still set in FMA canon)

23. Favourite picture of this character?

Oh someone's asked me this before and it was just as impossible to answer then lol

I could just show you my desktop lock screen tbh 😂 these are just from brotherhood, while a lot of my favourite Ed pics are also from the manga, but.. yeah these are all excellent

Thanks again!

Character Ask Game

[galvanizedfriend]

I am me so I must ask about the two Christmas fics (Xmas Fic 2 and Other Other Christmas Fic). Also so intrigued by Mystic Tours Not This (and the what is this because smut obviously)!!!

-Amanda

Hi, Amanda bestie! 😊

I love silly Christmas romcoms (as you know 😂) and I spent the entirety of the month of December almost nothing else, so I get all these stupid ideas I end up never taking forward because at some point I realize they're too dumb to come into existence. 😂

Xmas Fic 2 was Klaus being a hotshot lawyer or something and inheriting a Christmas tree farm (because of course) that comes with a sort of Christmas village (obviously) from his biological father whom he's never really been in touch with. There are a lot of complicated feelings there. But anyway, he first wants nothing to do it, and then he is convinced by Elijah to at the very least take a look at what is there so he can sell it. So he heads over to the farm and that's where he meets Caroline (duh), Ansel's former lawyer ("I'm a good lawyer") and who also has close ties with the farm. She ends up convincing him to sell the place to someone who will be interested in reopening it instead of whoever, because there's a bunch of people whose livelihooods depend on it (Bonnie, Enzo, some other folks), and there are some complications halfway because Elijah sells the place to Tristan de Martel, who's obviously an evil asshole. But anyway, Klaus still very much wants nothing to do with Christmas or farms, but he does want to keep Caroline (also he gets to find out a lot of things about Ansel that Esther kept from him his whole life).

Other Other Christmas fic (lol) is one where Caroline gets invited to spend Christmas with Enzo and his new spouse (I honestly can't remember whether he'd just married Kol or Rebekah, but it was one of the two) at their family's ancestral home somewhere posh in England. But at Enzo's wedding, Caroline had an ~~incident with Klaus and she absolutely does not want to see him again, so Enzo ensures her he won't be there because he's the Grinch, so he doesn't spend the Holidays with his family, going on skiing trips instead. Except there's a snow storm and Klaus' flight gets cancelled and so he is, in fact, there when Caroline arrives, and then stuff happens. Very creative. 😂

The 'Not This' part in Mystic Tours is because I didn't really want to keep that title or that name in the story, but I was totally out of ideas so I kept it there provisionally. It's another AH AU where Caroline runs a mystical/supernatural tour agency in Mystic Falls she inherited from her mom (who started the business with Sheilla Bennett, who not only is a self-proclaimed witch but also a professor who teaches a very popular occult and folklore class at Whitmore). Now her mom's dead and Sheilla has retired and it's Caroline, Enzo and Bonnie working together to keep the business aflotat, but they're struggling. So she gets this chance to participate in some kind of contest which will bring a popular influencer to town to promote her business (I think I got this idea from Lovelight Farm, or something like that. Have you read it? It's really cute!), except she ends up adding a sob story about how the heart of her business if her own love story with her fiancé when she submits her application. She does that because she knows this influencer has a thing for love stories, but the issue is she not only doesn't have a fiancé, she's not even dating anyone. So after a strong reluctance she ends up asking Klaus to be her fake boyfriend for the duration of the contest. They've been unlikely friends forever and Caroline has had a major crush on him, but she's convinced he's not at all interested and way out of her league because he's a hotshot gallery owner in New Orleans who always seems to be surrounded by beautiful women. Loads of Mikaelsons, Kol being a little shit, Carenzo friendship, Damon is a douchebag. Major tags here are fake dating and idiots-to-lovers.

[cyanspica]

Please talk abt Thomgelica! I don’t ship them but I’m open to hearing about it & potentially shipping them

Oh boy... now you've done it hahah

In essence, Thomgelica works for me the same. major reasons that Hamgelica does.

Thomas and Alex are, in my view, the definition of same input, different output. Their personalities are pretty similar: both smart, educated, outspoken, sassy, vain, good writers, ambitious, but the way they interact with the world is so different. It probably comes down to their backgrounds, with Alex having to fight much harder to get to the place he is than Thomas and not always having the same respect, so he's the one responding to rumors that Thomas just lets slide right off. And their views are different, too, but if they weren't, I think it's quite easy to imagine them becoming the kind of tight friends/allies that James and Thomas are.

So, moving onto Angelica: the biggest thing she wants is a mind at work, someone who can match her in wit and conversation. That's Alex at first for her---and who matches Alex's mind in turn, later on? Thomas. So if you put her and Thomas in a room together, I think she'll very quickly identify that. And she did, as she says, want to convince him to write a sequel to the Declaration, so there's already that motivation to talk to him, that background knowledge that he's produced brilliant things and that she wants to be part of it, someone who can improve upon what he's already done---or at least persuade him to do it.

I think depending on the setting and time, there's a touch of resentment that drives her towards him, too. Especially if Alex has fucked everything up with her sister. She sacrificed him for her, and then he's going to go fuck up Eliza's whole life? Hell no. So what if Angelica goes and fucks his worst enemy? Alex doesn't deserve anything from her anymore. Even if Alex hasn't blown up her sister's life, I think there's still some appeal in doing something she shouldn't. She can't have Alexander. She doesn't get her mind at work and marries someone who she finds boring, but Thomas is everything she wanted. Why shouldn't she take it later, when she already gave up what she wanted for Eliza? She can trust on Thomas's discretion. So there's some forbidden appeal there too.

Of course, if it's a modern setting, she can and will fuck whoever she wants as she pleases, and Thomas is hot, smart, and accomplished, just like her, so of course she's going to take the opportunity to fuck him.

In turn, I think Thomas is totally charmed by this sophisticated woman who comes up to him, challenges him, and tells him point-blank that he should do better. Thomas, in my opinion, is always striving to be better and never shies from a challenge. And he doesn't get many of those---like her, there's very few people on his level. She's not going to take his shit. She intrigues him, and she's going to stand up into him, but in a less obnoxious way than Alex and with a lot less yelling (can you tell I also ship Jamliton LMAOO??).

And Thomas would absolutely lean into the forbidden angle too and fuck his enemy's sister-in-law/ex/situationship/whatever Angelica happens to be to Alex, because Thomas thinks Alex is an asshole and he likes to spite him. That she happens to be stunningly attractive is just the icing on the cake.

If we also get historical, there's a lot of fun background there to lean into. The two of them actually met in real life and keep up a running correspondence, and Thomas was (understandably) totally charmed by Angelica. He's a fucking simp for her. He writes to her after she leaves France (where they met around 1785) and literally says the sun is shining wrong the day after she leaves France and invites her to Niagara Falls. Angelica sends him a gift and gets one a copy of one of his portraits that she says is a worse copy of the one Thomas's lover Maria Cosway has, but that his likeliness is better preserved in her heart. Totally normal things to say to your platonic friend.

The two of them make a perfect couple---they're both aligned in their goals, intelligence, and interests. In a modern world, they're the ultimate power couple. In a historical one, there's so much forbidden energy to lean into, and all of the same appeal.

Plus Angelica will totally peg him, and Thomas is totally into that.

[minalblood]

And finally , long awaited ep 12. Sorry guys !!!

- We start off with one of the characters not wanting to deal with whatever they're dealing with. That's not gonna be relevant throughout I'm sure...

- Have I mentioned that I hate clowns? Cuz hate clowns

- Ah yes! Dean discussing lying to yourself, also gonna be relevant. But I'm even more intrigued that he ties this need for dishonesty intrinsically to hunting.

- John is completely lying to himself and projecting hard on Mary. Not that Mary isn't also lying to herself. Interestingly, John and Mary are the most evenly split here between Sam or Dean coding.

- ok, as someone who has a veritable collection of tarot decks that I also use, I'm so fucking happy to see the Minor Arcana mentioned in fiction. Especially since most just add in Major Arcana cards with little to no relevance or meaning as to why those cards drawn are Majors. And yeah, the witches here aren't doing a reading, but I still love to see Swords and Pentacles mentioned! Might even be a cheeky hint as to how the main witch operates since swords are commonly related to the mental aspect and pentacles to the material/monetary (Known in some decks as coins even). And what is she doing if not playing a mind game in order to win the game and gain the reward for it.

-God, she's an asshole to Ada! No one is an asshole to Ada!

- Well, Limbo def is an apt name. He def acts like a type of inbetween state where you're not dead but you sure aren't living either. I also find it fascinating in the context of Purgatory. Because to Dean Purgatory was pure (or better put for our purposes here, was unfiltered truth) whereas Limbo here is pure avoidance. Essentially ,if Purgatory worked as a place where Dean could be as uncomplicated and true as he could (which yes, that's very much an oversimplification) then Limbo is pure pretending/fake.

- And Mary is once again trying to take command, only here John is refusing, is pushing back against it, where before he'd have gone along or even tried to get the others to fall in line acting as mediator.

- The misdirect of the brother is hilarious in hindsight, they gave him such menacing music as background.

- Love that we have clear signs that if at all possible witches will try to hide.

- ROWEEEEENNNNAAAAA!!!!!

-John & Lata, hell yeah! Love that she's checking in with him and that she makes sure to clarify that she's the one asking. And gives him the space he's clearly asking for, not pushing against his lie.

- Meanwhile, Mary& Carlos have a much more direct convo but no less empathetic though still focused on John interestingly enough.

- Adore that Carlos was so so shocked by her outburst and then again that she was faking.

- Love a soul trade that is basically a trap

- The way Carlos just forgot their cover. Hahahahaha OMG!!! I love them!

- And the echoes of Sam begin in earnest - parents dead, older brother trying to parent but not having the tools to do so, younger brother running away...

- It's interesting that Limbo was trying to remain in a perpetually happy state (and targetted those he saw as needing the same) but Clarence ended up essentially in a state of perpetual grief. He says he wishes he'd helped Roger through his grief but he himself just traded the grief of his parents death with that of Roger's being taken. An interesting contrast between Limbo & Clarence, and a clear echo of SPN!John there also - mild but present.

- Oh, Carlos,you absolute sweetheart! And no argument against the "you were just a kid too" statement, love to see it!

- OK, now comes me trying to argue that this Rowena is our Rowena. Exhibit A: she was so clearly lying about the Grimoire and not the fact that the MOL stole it - her facial expressions to me read very much like she just made up an excuse to be there and help Ada. We've seen how Romena acts when she's actually trying to get a powerful Grimoire, this was not it. at all. This felt more like her keeping appearences than actually working an angle.

- Neverming, forgot she literally spells it out for us. In other words though, I was right.

-I choose to believe that the demon trapped in the plant is somehow, someway related to her getting Crowley back. I love Crowley so I will not accept any other meaning here. I'd have loved to see what they wanted to do with Rowena later on. Ugh every day I mourn that we didn't get more of this show.

- I take back John projecting. I would actually like to formally apologize to John here cuz Mary is doing the tried and true "dealing with emotions" approach that Sam uses everytime aka she is trying to dictate how John should be reacting to kyle's murder just because he isn't reacting like how she thinks he should be. I do love seeing them fight here, It's a whole mess they've found themselves in and haven't dealt with it at all so far. Make sense it'll all come to a head in this away. John is actually our Dean-mirror here. This fight also echoes the fight between Sam & Dean at Mia Vallens place (word for word even, in some places).

- Also love that John pushes back. And especially that he puts to words what I think a lot of the fandom has said some variation of. That as long as there's one more hunt, a world to save, people in danger then considering an alternate future

becomes that much harder to go towards... And that's not to say this applies 1 to 1 to Sam and Dean, because they quite literally didn't have a choice, but it does speak to the fact that you can't really move forward until you let go of the past that's holding you back or more so even -  though we're moving away from what this ep has to say with this - that you can't really heal from trauma til you're out of the traumatizing situation.

- And continuing our Sam echoes here, it's in fact Mary who's 1st approached by Limbo, Mary who's pain calls out while all the eyes were on John (and once more I'm reminded of the

Werther Box and how it was Sam who nearly killed himself due to a Rowena hallucination via the Box that got so much worryingly closer than Dean who we saw from the start got hit by the spell)

"John: Mary wait for me

Mary: Nope! I do what I want (proceeds to get taken by monster) " oh how the turn tables...

- I gotta say, this wasn't John's fault here. Mary wasn't ok far before their fight and if it had just beenmthe fight then John would've been taken too then. I actually think Limbo might've been honing into people who were, yes in crisis, but refusing to deal with it just like he had been, people looking to bargain away the negativity in their life for even a false sense of happiness.

- I also gotta mention this is the...2nd monster who's source of power is a mirror (Loki/Gabe being the 1st) Are there others that I'm missing? Is this a pattern?? I don’t remember, pls lemme know.

- Carlos you absolute king! Once more being the one to offer the practical solution, Lata is our theoretical queen though, let it be known,

- FFS! Rowena literally says she's looking for info ABOUT CROWLEY! Is my memory so bad or is my subconscious so active?

-Oh Rowena, there was no need to hurt Ada. Why must two bad bitches fight eachother?!

- Ah John, there you are, stumbling straight into danger. Couldn't let Mary have this one, could you?

- Hate clowns!

- Don't mind Limbo that much right now.

- Wait!!!. John cheated his way here... like he cheated his way into the army, like he, technically, cheated his way to hunting (he's MOL legacy afterall)

- "We never have to fight again about my future or your anger" jesus christ, skinning me alive would hurt less than this line. After all, what causes the whole fight in SPN to occur if not Mary's lack of a future and John's resulting anger (spurned by grief) My god, this fucking line from Mary.

- John is truly our Dean mirror here "it wouldn't be real" echoes so much Dean's feelings about heaven

- Also the pain in John's eyes, even as he is forced to smile might haunt me almost as much as Dean faking a smile in season 7. And I legit cannot look at that scene with Dean.

- Nooo, not the clowns ...

- Carlos and that big heart of theirs saves the day. I love it.

- Lata is however absolutely hilarious here though.

- l love Rowena so much. And she's gorgeous as always!

- Of course we'll be dealing with souls being used up, tiny Jack and Lily Sunder echo, nice!

- Exhibit B for Rowena, she just vanishes into thin air, not her usual way of leaving prior to Queen of Hell status

- Ugh, the "it's been 30 years" since Clarence has seen his brother. The Mary resurection of it all. And John with the "better than never seeing them again" hits hard man!

- Oh Mary, sweetheart.

- I like their resolution a lot. And Millie just giving them all the good news

- Yes Lala you figured it out baby!

- And Ada, I know she ends up telling them, but god when this first aired the Winchester stupidity was fresh to mind so I was soooo concerned for her.

Just the finale left now, I am sad 😔 but excited!

See y'all then!

@noybusiness - thank you for the encouragements! Its finally here!

@shallowseeker - I love reading your thoughts on SPN and had a fantastic time beta reading for you so here's something for u to hoefully enjoy! Hope you feel better soon!

[sadhours]

just the two (ok maybe four) of us - part 3

by the lovely @buckysgrace and i :)

cw: 18+ minors dni, polyamory, threesome (fmm)

read on ao3

“Four shots of Jamo,” Matt, the bassist of Mount Ashtray, says to the bartender as he slides over the drink tokens.

“That cute redhead coming tonight?” Tommy asks Steve, eyebrows wagging.

Steve holds up his bottle of Pabst, looking to see if he should order another before he tells Tommy, “You mean Kim? Your sister's best friend? Yeah. Pretty sure she’s bringing her awful boyfriend too.”

They’d just finished their short sound check and Steve was feeling antsy. He should probably take a hit off of Tommy’s dab pen but he doesn’t want to let his guard down too much around Billy.

“Gina don’t let me around her enough,” Tommy’s face goes sour, before his lip curls up suspiciously, “Does he swing both ways? Maybe I can wrestle in a threesome.”

Steve winces, “Gross. I wonder why she doesn’t let you around much. But uh, he’s in a frat. So maybe?”

“A frat bro? Huh, doesn’t seem like her type,” Tommy replies, surprise written on his face.

“Yeah, well the fucking guy could be a model. I assume that’s why she’s with him because he’s pretty impossible to be around,” Steve explains, taking the shot Matt hands him

“To a good show,” Matt says as the four of them raise their glasses, they tap them on the bar top and down the hatch they go.

The whiskey burns his throat but warms his chest comfortably. He scans the bar, it’s pretty busy which is good. It’ll really piss Billy off if it seems like they actually have a following. Gina and Kim are always bugging him to start a TikTok for his band but it seems corny. Most videos are only like thirty seconds on there and the majority of their songs are close to ten minutes. Steve feels like the songs need to be listened to in their entirety, not just the chorus.

He gets wrapped up talking with the guys and doesn’t even notice Gina, Kim and Billy walk in. But Gina runs up and wraps her arms around his waist, squeezing him tightly while she squeals, “Stevie!!”

Steve turns around, wrapping his arms around Gina and leaning down to kiss her. He smiles wide as he pulls away, “Hey, babe.”

“I’m so excited,” Gina beams, running her fingers through Steve’s hair.

Steve smiles, nudging his nose against hers, “Yeah? Lemme get you a drink. What do you want?”

Gina thinks for a second, pursing her lips as she tilts her head and it’s the cutest thing Steve’s seen all day. Though, he saw a less attractive version in the form of her twin brother when Steve asked him a question earlier. Tommy wraps his arm around Gina’s shoulder and pokes her cheek, “Not even gonna say hi to me, sis?”

The freckled girl rolls her eyes, “Hi.” She looks a tad uncomfortable but Steve isn’t sure why. Probably because Tommy’s annoying, ‘cause he is and Steve’s pretty uncomfortable around him at times. “I’ll take a cider, I guess.”

Steve nods, walking up to the bar again when Billy is behind him. “Uh, can I get that hibiscus cider? And another Pabst,” he smiles at the bartender.

“Make that two Pabst and uh, something fruity. Tequila,” Billy adds, patting Steve’s back as he grins.

“Oh, I’m buying your drinks too?” Steve raises an eyebrow.

Billy nods, biting his lip, “Isn't that the deal we have going on, pretty boy?”

God, he’s such an asshole. Steve can’t wait to get on stage, show Billy he’s better than him at something. Another thing he can do that makes Gina scream and if he’s lucky, Kim’ll be screaming too.

“I guess,” Steve snorts, luckily Tommy walks up and distracts Billy.

“Hey, I’m Gina’s brother,” he says to Billy, “You must be Billy.”

“I didn’t know Gina had a brother,” Billy says, looking Tommy up and down.

“Twins,” Steve says. Billy looks at the freckled boy one more time, a little intrigued at how similar Gina and him look. Billy still thinks that Gina is prettier, hotter. She’s more feminine, has a certain wildness that she keeps hidden inside of her.

“You get a lot of bitches doing this?” He has enough sense to take his drinks away from Steve before he’s turning his full attention towards Tommy. He hears Steve scoff loudly, though he's sure it has nothing to do with his question. Tommy’s eyes are wide, a little taken aback.

“I guess,” Tommy glances back towards Steve and it’s all Billy can do to keep from snorting. He’s obviously a bit of a dweeb like Steve, though Billy kind of already figured that based on him being in the same band, “Not really.” He admitted a brief second later, mumbling as he spoke. Billy felt his lips curling into a smirk.

“Do you have a girl?” Billy asked, his eyes zeroing in on the way Tommy flicks his tongue across the corner of his lip and swallows hard. He looks nervous, intimidated even. Billy brings his drink up towards his lips, waiting for Tommy to reply.

“Not right now.” Tommy says at last, his eyes glancing over to his left before he’s turning towards Billy quickly again. Billy’s eyes follow Tommy’s trail, landing directly on his girlfriend. Her dress is simple, but she makes it look stunning. It’s white with delicate pink flowers, it ends in lace against her upper thighs to show off her long legs. Though he enjoys the small spaghetti straps and the deep way it plunges against her perky tits. He figures she’ll last about an hour before she’s whining for his jacket.

Kim waves towards him, her face brightening again as she notices him. She looks radiant, filling up the whole room and he knows that Tommy notices that as well. She turns her eyes away again, beginning to speak to Gina once again. He holds her eye contact for a moment before he’s turning back to the freckled boy, confirming that he had been watching.

“Such a shame,” Billy leans his elbow against the bar as he speaks and he doesn’t miss the way Steve’s elbow digs into his back, “You’re not bad looking.” He admits, having his own thing for brown eyes and freckles. Although, he knows that Tommy is really Kim’s type. She likes them with dark hair and dark eyes.

Tommy’s eyes widen three sizes, like he hadn’t been expecting Billy to say that at all. He grins, tracing his tongue across his teeth as he watches the flush slowly spread over his freckled cheeks. He thinks that Kim would like to play with him too.

“Just going through a dry spell,” Tommy shrugs his shoulders, looking like he still has no idea what to say as his eyes dart over towards Steve again. Billy grins, letting his arm press closer against Steve’s to annoy him, “Thanks though.” He looks awkward, like he’s never had a guy compliment him before.

“You know,” Billy leans towards Tommy this time, speaking a little raspier as the idea tickles into his mind, “I see the way you look at my girl.” He says slowly, drawing out the words as Tommy stiffens against him.

“Oh,” Tommy’s eyes are frightened this time, “No, no, Kim? She’s just you know, like a friend.” He tries to defend his actions, tries to play them off like Billy clearly couldn’t see him eyeing his girl.

“Mhm,” Billy draws out quietly, “Sucks you think of her like that. She’s a good little cock slut.” He teased Tommy slowly, tapping his fingers against his chin so the shorter boy was looking up towards him. Tommy looks like he’s unable to breathe, his dark eyes flickering as Billy releases him. He leaves the suggestion there as he takes the drinks, shooting a stunned Steve a wink before he’s sauntering away.

Billy heads back towards Kim, instantly greeted by her slender arms as she pulls him close. She presses a kiss against his lips but he deepens it, his tongue sliding inside of her mouth as he’s well aware of Tommy staring after the two of them.

“Slow down,” Kim giggles against his lips, pressing her hands softly on her chest as she looks towards him with her hazel eyes, “Were you bonding?” She teases as she takes her drink from his hand. He bites his lip as he looks at her again.

“Somewhat,” He leans in closer so he can speak a little more privately to her, “I think Gina’s brother wants you.” He tells her, leaning close enough to her features that he notices her own little blush forming. He smirks softly, knowing his suspicions were confirmed.

“He’s questioned about my dating life a time or two,” She says softly as she sips on her drink, “You weren’t mean, were you?” She asks pointedly. He shakes his head, knowing the exact event she was referencing. In his defense, Adrian had grown too attached to her.

“No,” Billy snorts out, “I told him he wasn’t a bad looking guy.” He says casually, watching the amused look that grows on Kim’s face. She’s moving closer towards him, looking at him curiously.

“Is that so?” She grins, her teeth shiny. He has a sudden urge to spit on them, to see how they really gleam with his saliva. He slides one hand down the curve of her back, stopping once he’s groping her ass.

“Yeah,” Billy rocks her back and forth to the beat of the cringy music playing through the speakers, “Figured it’d been a while.” He mumbled, watching the way her eyes flickered with lust. It quickly disappeared before she was looking at him a little shyly.

“I think they’re about to play,” She mumbled shyly as she tucked her hair behind her ears, “Should we head closer to the stage?” She asks, still clearly shy at the whole ordeal. He nods, knowing that her confidence isn’t fully there yet. He won’t press the subject again, but figures she’ll be asking by the time she’s had another handful of drinks.

Steve quickly hands Gina her cider, kissing her quickly before excusing himself backstage. Tommy is a bit of a mess. He keeps rubbing his hands against his jeans, “God. My hands are so sweaty. Hopefully my drum sticks don’t fly out of my hand.”

He can’t help but chuckle, “Weren’t you just telling me maybe you could swing a threesome? There ya go, buddy.”

Tommy swallowed hard, “You know how I am. I haven’t gotten laid in three months, man.”

Steve pats his shoulder, “We’re about to go on. Pull yourself together. Showtime.”

—

The setlist is something Steve’s rehearsed about a hundred times, but he still gets these live show jitters. Messes up during the first song, but bounces on his feet and makes a lame joke that has the crowd laughing back. Which eases his nerves a bit. He’s glad he didn’t get too smashed before like he usually does, because he’s sounding great. Can see Gina right in the front, hanging over the short barricade as she stares up at him with stars in her eyes. And then he turns a bit to see Kim next to Gina and Billy standing behind her.

Billy is bitterly nodding his head, biting back his own grumble as he admits that Steve really doesn’t sound that bad. He’s fairly talented with the guitar and does seem to have a nice voice. He traces his fingers against Kim’s spaghetti straps, his eyebrows raising as Steve glances towards him.

The brunette is quickly looking away but it leaves Billy curious. His thoughts are interrupted by Kim leaning over to take a large gulp from his beer. He’s grinning at this point, knowing that she’ll be growing frisky soon enough.

“You should flash him,” Kim leans forward to talk to Gina, bending down low so she can reach the shorter girl. Billy presses his fingers against her forehead, pushing her back a few centimeters as he’s sure it looks as if Kim is about to kiss Gina, “I bet he’d love that.” She’s giggling suddenly.

“He does like boobs,” Gina comments, speaking a little louder so Kim can hear her over the music, “I don’t want to mess up his flow.” She says at last, but holds a mischievous look in her eyes like she’s debating about it.

“Awe,” Kim is whining, her hands suddenly on Billy’s waist as she’s bumping into him, “What if I flashed you?” She asks, grinning widely. He looks towards her, noticing the drunken expression on her features. He’s certain by the look in her eyes that he’s getting laid tonight.

“That would be hot,” He commented, quickly moving his hands forward to push her spaghetti straps back over her shoulders. She looked at him, almost offended as her lips turned into a pout, “I’m sure Steve would like to see you when he finishes playing.” He reminds her softly, watching as her expression quickly changes to awe.

Mount Ashtray finishes the first song and transitions into the second. Matt leading them with the bass, Tommy holding strong in the drums and Steve seamlessly breezing through his guitar riffs. He tries to keep his eyes down but they keep wandering back to Billy and it’s confusing the hell out of him. It’s that fucking conversation he had to overhear. It sounded like Billy wanted to watch Tommy fuck Kim. Or join in. Or something and Steve was jealous? Why was he jealous? What the fuck is going on with him? He misses the first verse and bursts out laughing.

“I have no clue what’s wrong with me,” he mumbles into the mic, pushing his hair off his forehead, “How’s everyone doing tonight? Having a good time?”

Gina hoots and screams, smiling wide as she gazes up at Steve in absolute adoration. Something about the whole stage presence he had really made her fall that much more in love with him. It might’ve had something to do with how at this moment, everyone in the room was looking at her boyfriend and she was the lucky one that he was singing about.

“Me too, me too,” Steve says and laughs again, “Now I’m gonna try this song again but I’m not gonna forget to sing this time.”

Gina rolls her head towards Kim and gushes, “God, he’s so cute!”

Steve begins the song over again, brings his lips up flush against the mic when he starts singing and Gina feels goosebumps all over, a chill running up her spine. His voice is like honey being poured all over her skin. So smooth and lovely.

“Lately I feel like I been losing my mind, I’m acting funny I keep refilling my wine.”

Gina doesn’t know what exactly this song is about, Steve had written it before they started dating. Which fills her with jealousy because it’s clearly about a girl. She’d vented to Kim about it, who told her it was no big deal.

“She’s moving faster now, faster than sound itself.”

Billy presses against the small of Gina’s back, whispering in her ear, “You’re moving faster now?”

Gina turns around slightly, gets her lips close to Billy’s ear and says, “He didn’t know me when he wrote this.”

The blonde looks at her surprised, eyebrow cocked as she turns back in time to catch Steve’s guitar solo. She likes the song, even though it makes her wonder about his past. They haven’t ever really talked about Steve’s past partners. She’s told him all about hers. Except for the brief period before she met him where she was kind of a third for Kim and Billy. She didn’t want to make him worry or think they were a threat to their budding relationship. But she’s been incredibly terrified Steve will stumble upon the video proof on the couples OnlyFans.

They finish up the song, and Steve downs the rest of his beer. Gina snakes out of the crowd to the bar, wanting to get him another drink while he’s up on stage. She orders the PBR and gets herself a shot, wanting to calm her jealousy that follows every time he plays that song. Gina sneaks through the barricade as they finish the song and holds the beer up for Steve. He cautiously walks to the edge to grab it, squatting down to kiss her and say thanks. Knowing that the crowd is watching the interaction has her thighs heating up.

—

Gina helps them pack up, unaware of where Kim and Billy are but knows they’ll stay so they can all travel home together. Once Matt’s van is loaded up, she and Steve make their way back into the bar. They find the couple at the bar, faces attached.

“Don’t have too much fun without us,” Gina purrs, smoothing her hand over Kim’s waist.

Steve looks at her in shock, wondering how drunk the three of them are.

“We could make it a group activity,” Kim giggles in response, teetering back and forth against Billy, “Whaddya say, Stevie?” She falls back against Billy, laughing as his fingers tickle against her sides. She catches Gina’s intrigued eyes, sending her a sly wink in response.

“They can’t tonight,” He says softly, “Unless you’re planning on kicking Tommy to the curb.” Realization draws on Kim’s face, her eyes growing wide as she turns back to Gina.

“We’re taking your brother home tonight,” She says quickly, “So not tonight but like maybe some other time.” She’s rambling on, her eyes darting up and around like she’s making a mental list in her mind. Billy tugs on her waist.

“Ew, my brother?!” Gina gapes, eyes darting between the two. Her disgust goes ignores by Billy but Kim offers her a sympathetic look.

“I don’t think Stevie’s got it in him anyways,” Billy draws out slowly, liking the way Steve’s brown eyes are locked in on him, “Have you ever been with two girls?” He asks, tilting his head. Gina’s revelation about the song left him curious. He had been sure that Steve had been with no one else, a virgin before Gina.

“None of your business,” Steve snips back quietly as he links his fingers through Gina’s, “Are you ready?” Billy observes the way Steve is watching Gina, but also doesn’t miss how he keeps darting his eyes towards Billy.

“Ignore Billy,” Gina stands on her tippy toes to place a chaste kiss on Steve’s lips, “Can we crash at your place?”

“Absolutely,” Steve tells her, guiding her towards the door. Gina waves back at the couple as they leave.

On the way to his house, he can’t help but ask, “So uh… what was that about?”

“Huh?” Gina asks, seemingly distraught with how the night turned out.

“That whole thing. With them,” Steve can’t even say it, the whole situation makes him uncomfortable. Yet he’s jealous Tommy is going home with them.

Gina sighs as she shrugs, “Nothing. I don’t know. I was just teasing.”

Steve doesn’t believe her but doesn’t push, instead he says, “And like Tommy going home with them? Is Billy into, like being cucked? What was that?”

She lets out a big laugh, “Oh my god.”

“What?!” Steve asks, raising his palms as they get to a stop light. “That’s what it sounded like!”

Gina giggles again, covering her face as they bubble out of her, “Oh, Stevie… I can’t believe I’m the one telling you this.”

“Telling me what?”

“Billy is bi,” she responds, “Kim is too.”

“Oh.” Oh.

—-

“So what,” Tommy draws out slowly, “You just want to watch me fuck her?” Kim is giggling, covering her mouth with her hands as she’s leaning against Billy like it’s the funniest thing. He bites back his own grin.

“You’ll see,” He responds casually, trying to keep Tommy intrigued for as long as he can, “Why don’t you give her a kiss?” Tommy still looks unsure but Kim is stepping forward, placing her hands on the sides of Tommy’s cheeks. She stands at his same height as she brings his lips upon hers, her confidence flowing with the alcohol in her system.

He watches the way Tommy melts against Kim, his body loosening and his hands wandering like he’d been dreaming of this. Billy is fairly certain the poor bastard had spent more than one sleepless night thinking about Kim. Not that he can blame him.

Kim’s mouth is everywhere, sucking and licking at Tommy’s lips as his hands wander further and further down her body. Billy brings his over hands to her curves, squeezing softly before he’s beginning to tug on the lace part of her dress.

She breaks away quick enough to lean back against Billy, her arm wrapping around his shoulder as her mouth descends upon his lips. He groans, swirling his tongue inside of her mouth as he licks her tongue. He’s groaning, his dick throbbing from how tight his pants feel suddenly.

She pulls away again, mid kiss as she looks at him hungrily. She keeps her arm in place as she’s using the other one to tug Tommy forward. She’s pressing against the back of their heads, urging them forward without saying anything else.

Billy kisses Tommy first, knowing that the freckled boy is probably still too nervous to do anything. He tastes like the shots they’d been drinking away, a hint of strawberry on his tongue from the flavor of his vape. It takes Tommy a few seconds before he’s relaxing, kissing Billy back with just as much urgency.

Kim’s grip becomes looser as she moves her lips against the crook of Billy’s neck; licking and sucking as he begins to slide his tongue against Tommy’s. He’s not the worst kisser, but he’s not the best either. Tommy moves in closer, his hardened cock beginning to press against Billy’s hip as he swallows his groan around Billy’s tongue.

Kim is dropping to her knees, hastily undoing Billy’s belt and trying to tug his tight pants off as quickly and easily as possible without hurting him. She sighs in relief when his hard cock is released and feels as if she hasn’t had him for days when she knows that’s not true at all. She licks the base of his cock, flicking her tongue across his slit to earn a groan from him.

She moves onto Tommy next. His pants aren’t as tight, but he’s thick in a similar way to Billy. She rubs her fingertips across his thighs gently, noticing the differences between him and Gina. Gina is painted with freckles everywhere, much like Kim. Tommy’s seem to end at the base of his neck.

She pulls his boxers down, feeling a sense of joy spreading through her as she wraps her slender fingers around his cock. He jolts his hips forward, breaking away from Billy’s lips as he looks down at her with wide, dark eyes. She pumps him slowly, looking up at him innocently as she presses a kiss against his tip.

He’s a little bit smaller than Billy, not quite as thick either. Still, he has a nice cock and she hopes that he knows how to use it. She thinks of a confession Gina once told her as she’s wrapping her lips around his cock and slowly sliding him inside of her mouth. He sighs deeply and Billy is reaching behind her to tug her hair back.

She can feel herself moaning as she bobs her head up and down the length of his cock. Billy begins to tug on her hair that he’s gripping, moving her mouth back harder and faster as Tommy’s tip begins to press against the back of her neck harshly. Her eyes are watering but she’s looking up at Tommy, noticing how tightly shut his eyes are.

“Okay,” Billy pulls her away quickly, apparently not too patient tonight, “Come on.” He’s tugging on her hair, pressing his tip into her parted lips. She has to relax her jaw a little more to fit him inside as she begins to keep the same rhythm that she had with Tommy. Billy is sighing, lightly jerking his hips forward as he fully enjoys her mouth.

She alternates them in her mouth a few more times, before the pressure between her legs is growing too strong. She’s whimpering, feeling like she might explode if she doesn’t get some friction against her cunt. She gives Billy a knowing look as she jerks them both in her hands.

“Kiss,” She giggles, her eyes hazy as she presses their tips together. Billy isn’t ashamed to admit that he feels a chill rushing up his spine, “So pretty.” She whispered as she pumped both hands up the lengths of their cocks. Billy groaned in response, but Tommy was already rutting his hips forward into her hand. He didn’t look like he was going to last long, but Billy hoped that he would.

“C’mere,” He’s tugging Kim up off the floor like she weighs nothing before he’s roughly pulling her dress off over her head. He grins as he traces his fingertips across her pink thong and confirms that she wasn’t wearing a bra at all, “Isn’t she a beauty?” He asks Tommy, his eyelids heavy over his eyes as he begins to paint kisses along the side of Kim’s neck.

“Yeah,” Tommy breaths out harshly like he’s never seen a naked woman before, “She’s stunning.” Something in his words makes Billy’s eyes narrow but he quickly shrugs it off, reminding himself that this was his idea. Kim’s eyes never wandered. He was always the one to suggest their group activities.

He doesn’t give Kim the time to respond before he tosses her onto the bed, listening in glee while she giggles and her body bounces against the mattress. She looks over at him hotly, her lips parted as she brings her hands up over her thighs and up her curves. He glances towards Tommy.

He hands Tommy a condom before he’s motioning him onto the bed. Tommy scrambles, like he’s terrified Billy will kick him out any second now. He watches to make sure that Tommy actually slides the condom on before he’s looking towards Kim again.

“You want your pussy filled?” He teases her as he ghosts his fingers across the wet patch on her thong. She moans, rolling her hips forward as she’s looking at him pleadingly. He wraps his fingers around the band of her panties before he’s pulling them down her slender thighs, “What do you want?” She glances towards Tommy, rubbing her foot against his knee.

“I want him to fuck me,” She says slowly and Billy glances down, watching how Tommy’s cock jerks in response, “And I want you to fuck him.” She says even slower, softer as her eyes dart back up to Tommy’s features.

“What now?” Tommy’s eyes are wide, blown in disbelief as he looks between the two of them. Billy feels his tongue darting across his teeth.

“It’s not that bad,” Billy reassures him, “You’ve never had anything up there?” He asks, feeling like most guys are lying when they act like they’ve never experimented before. But to be fair, he only grew more experimental when he’d gotten with Kim.

“Finger,” Tommy is muttering under his breath, like he can’t believe what he’s saying, “Just once.” He looks away from Billy, like he’s suddenly intimidated again. Billy grins, liking the way Tommy is shivering underneath their gaze.

“Don’t worry big boy,” Billy says as he clasps him on the shoulder, “I’ll take good care of you.” He promises and he means it. He’s never rough on the first time and he knows Kim will think up some other outlandish position if Tommy says no.

“It won’t be that bad,” Kim reassures Tommy as she sits forward a bit, rubbing her hands across Tommy’s chest, “We’ll take care of you.”She promises him as her thumbs dart across his nipples. He breaths in deeply, staring ahead at her instead of Billy.

“Okay,” He says at last, “Yeah. Can’t be that bad.” He reasons with himself as he settles between Kim’s thighs. Billy grabs a bottle of lube, knowing that Tommy is getting a little ahead of himself.

It takes a little bit to get Tommy adjusted and comfortable around his fingers, far longer than what Billy was anticipating. The only reason his cock is still hard is the moans that Kim is releasing while she threads her fingers through Tommy’s dark hair. Billy can tell he’s not doing the best at eating her out by the way Kim is jerking her hips forward and moving against his face. She meets his eye for a moment, a look of irritation crossing her features before she’s finally moaning again. Billy feels himself pressing his tongue against his cheek, wondering if he should’ve let Tommy fuck him instead. At least then he’d ensure that Kim would cum.

“Okay,” Tommy sounds nervous as he’s crowding over Kim this time. Billy is working another glob of lube against his hole to make sure that it won’t sting for him. Kim is wiggling underneath Tommy restlessly, needily as she waits, “S’fine.” He breathed out, more to himself than anyone else.

“Don’t worry,” Kim tells him softly as she pumps him in her hand. She’s slowly pushing him into her drenched hole, whimpering as he begins to slide inside. A groan leaves Tommy’s mouth and Billy feels his own smirk forming, “S’nice.” She breathes out as she glances back towards Billy.

“Don’t stiffen,” Billy tells Tommy quickly, noticing how the freckled boy is jolting against his touch. He drags his cock between his flesh and despite being so tense, Tommy still moans, “Just focus on how good she feels.” He reassures Tommy gently as he’s sliding his tip inside.

Tommy’s moans are loud, possibly louder than Kim’s as he slowly slides inside of Tommy. He takes his time, allowing for Tommy to adjust and become accustomed. Kim is sitting up on her elbows, her eyes curious as if she could somehow see what was happening. Billy finds himself grabbing her pretty neck as he yanks over up closer, kissing her over Tommy’s body.

“Fuck,” Tommy seethes, drawing their lips apart. His eyebrows are knitted tightly together and he looks like he’s seconds away from crying, “You can move.” He says urgently, his voice cracking from pleasure.

Billy shares a look with Kim and he can tell she’s just as desperate to get Billy to move as well. She settles back down, holding her knees up towards her chest as Tommy’s head dangles limply in the crook of her neck. She giggles softly, drawing her nails up as back as Billy slowly jerks his cock out and then pushes back inside hard.

Kim and Tommy share the same moan and Billy can barely keep his own groans at bay from how good it all feels too. He likes the intense way Kim is watching him, how wide and lustful her eyes are. He repeats the same actions, building up a slow rhythm as they continue to moan from underneath them.

“Hey,” He tugs Tommy up by his hair, grinning at the lust filled expressions over his features, “Don’t forget about her pretty pussy. She likes when you play with her clit.” He whispers hotly against Tommy’s neck, groaning as Tommy shivers from the sensation.

Billy is gripping his hips tightly, dragging the boy up and down his cock. He keeps him at an angle to ensure that Kim is getting the same amount of pleasure that he is. She whines as her fingertips brush against Billy’s gripping Tommy’s hips in the same manner as she rolls her hips up against his thick cock.

Tommy groans are loud and thick as they fill the room, his eyes hazy as he roughly begins to rub at Kim’s pussy. Billy is rolling his eyes as he grips Tommy’s fingers until they’re rubbing her bundle of nerves. She lets out a shrill moan and Billy takes an extra second to make sure that Tommy is rubbing her in the right way.

“She’s so tight,” Tommy spits out at last, like he’s finally found his words, “Fuck, fuck you feel so good.” His eyes are shut tightly and Billy really isn’t sure who he’s talking to as he grinds his cock deeper inside of Tommy’s hole.

“Feels so good,” Kim is whimpering from underneath, her legs shaking as Billy continues to rock into the both of them. Tommy feels limp again as Billy begins to fuck into the both of them, taking joy in how easily the both of them melt against him, “Oh my god.” She cries out, her features contorted in pleasure.

“Gonna cum on her okay?” Billy is gripping Tommy’s hair again, jerking him back to get a loud cry from the boy. His lips are parted and his face is all flushed and Billy can tell that he won’t last much longer. He reaches down to play with Tommy’s balls, smirking at how easily Tommy melts against him.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck,” He feels Tommy’s muscles clenching together as Billy ruts his cock deep inside of him, groaning at how tightly Tommy is squeezing him, “S’close.” He spits out, looking like he can’t decipher any of his own thoughts.

“Right there,” Kim is crying out in bliss, urging for Tommy to keep moving. She gasps in protest, her eyes wide and filled with betrayal as Tommy is quickly pulling out. Billy watches as Tommy quickly rips the condom off and it’s not much longer under his cum is coating Kim’s upper abdomen and tits, “Fuck.” She whines in protest, as Tommy heaves out a loud groan.

Billy removes his cock from Tommy before he’s letting the freckled boy fall to the side of the bed. He rips his own condom off as he spreads Kim’s legs even wider, needing to feel how wet and slick her cunt is. She leans up on her elbows, nodding her head quickly as Billy is filling her tight cunt.

“Oh fuck,” She mewls, her fingertips digging into the mattress as Tommy pants next to her on the side of the bed. Billy groans as he lightly drags his cock in and out of her, before he’s building the same rough rhythm again. She falls apart underneath him quickly, gripping his forearms as they chase their own high, “Yes, yes, right there! Billy!” She’s whimpering, drool sliding from her lips as she cums with a loud cry.

He groans at the way her cunt clamps down around him, feels like he’s losing his mind as she comes down around him. He seethes harshly, keeping the same rough movements before he can’t take it any longer. He pulls out harshly, already cumming in thick globs as he paints her pretty pussy.

He sat with her for a moment, groaning as he begins to come down from his own high. He gently released her knees, watching the way the pleasure is still laced on her features. He feels a bit cocky in knowing that no one can get her off the same way he can.

“Hand me my phone,” Billy jerks his hand towards Tommy, noticing how he’s still partially out of it, “My phone.” He repeats a little stern this time. Tommy’s eyes widen and he’s quickly moving to pull it off of the dresser. He looks at Kim unsure before he’s tossing it to Billy.

“S’alright,” Kim is basically purring, acting like she has enough in her to go another round. Billy is sure that she does. She stretches her arms out over her head, a giggle bubbling forth as she looks up at Billy. His and Tommy’s cum is painted across her stomach, across her chest and cunt as she spreads her legs just enough, “Billy likes to take pictures.” She draws out slowly, her hazel eyes flashing.

“Someone gets off on me recording her,” He reminds her gently, leaning over her so he can get the best view of her. He snaps the picture then scoots in a little closer, bringing his hand around her neck and pressing his thumb against her pouty lips. He spreads her mouth open just a bit as he takes the picture, liking this one a lot better, “Sexy.” He grins, leaning forward to press a kiss against her lips.

“Should I-?” The question is open and Tommy is staring like he has no idea what he should do. Billy chuckles, raising his eyebrows a bit as he searches in the dark for the tissues.

“You can take the couch or the floor,” He speaks towards Tommy, knowing there’s no way the three of them would fit in the bed. Not to mention that Billy had already gotten what he wanted, he had no desire to do anything that seemed the least bit romantic afterwards.

“Right,” Tommy is nodding as he’s pulling his boxers up over his legs, “I’ll see you in the morning then?” He’s speaking, his features contorting a bit like he’s too sore to move. Kim doesn’t miss it as she’s giggling again.

“See you in the morning, Tommy,” She draws out as Billy is wiping her clean. He has an idea to push the cum inside of her mouth, but then he’s noticing the way Tommy is watching her and he doesn’t want him to get the wrong idea. This was a one time thing, never to happen again, “Sleep tight.”

Billy tosses the tissues away as he’s clambering back into bed with her. She shuffles closer to him, her eyes full of awe and admiration as she’s watching him. He grins as he presses his lips against hers.

“Have you ever thought about posting our stuff on Reddit?”

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i’m high key obsessed with the idea of ethan x stalker! reader and need to tell other people pls so listen,,

ethan doesn’t know who you are and has never really known of your general existence but omfg are you obsessed with him. it all started in your freshman year of high school when you were busy hiding out in the library after getting made fun of by your classmates and while your discreetly trying to not bring attention to the tears streaming down on your face ethan taps you on the back and offers you tissues before he leaves the library for his next class, after that you’re 100% smitten with him for the rest of time. you go out of your way to have all the same classes, mapping out his most common walking paths (in school and out), having essentially his daily schedule down to the tee, hell even following him to college. you’re whole life revolves around him and daydreaming of the day he’d finally notice you and the two of you would fall in love.

then one day when you were eavesdropping on his little “friend group” (all of whom you hated for accusing ethan and for taking him away from you) you find out about ghostface and immediately start to freak out over the idea that someone could kill your true love. so like any rational person you begin to try and kill his “friends” cause one of them is ghostface and needs to die before they hurt ethan. you never actually kill anyone but you get decently close a few times, enough for ethan and his sister and dad to actually get intrigued whoever is attempting these murders and trying to take their kills. sooner or later ethan finally notices you, following the group (never noticed you following just him) and he confronts you as ghostface, thinking he’d easily kill you only for you to go at him, yelling abt how he’d never hurt ethan and how you’d kill him cause you loved ethan so much, which makes him pause before revealing himself to you. you just would freak out because the perfect nerdy boy you’ve loved for years was a serial killer. he makes a deal with you though, he’d be your boyfriend if you help them kill the core 4, and you the ever love sick puppy accept!

No because this is everything!!! And more!!! Ethan would go through his highschool years thinking that seeing you everywhere is just a coincidence, he wouldn’t pay you any mind other than remember he offered you tissues one day and that was it for him.

When you follow him to college. I feel like you’d be persistent about having the same major as him too. OMG IMAGINE. I can just see you hop behind bushes and halls so you wont be seen. You’ve mastered the ability to fully stalk Ethan but stealth is not your strong suit LMFAO The dedication man, oh boi, you came close to nicking a few of them but you’d run away when they’d knock you to the floor.

The conversation Ethan, Quinn and their dad would have.

“We got a problem.”

“Yeah no shit!”

“How can there be another ghostface. I thought you got rid of Greg and Jason? Nobody else checks out.”

“Well it looks like we didn’t cover every base.”

“Who do you think it is?”

“No one from the group. Quinn and I would have picked up on them.”

“Well who else could it be?!”

Ethan would have his suspicions, his theories, but after he finally grew more aware of you and your existence. He started picking up on the fact you had a tendency to be anywhere he was. So of course he’d set out and put the mask and robe on. He’d stalk you one late night and muffle your screams as he pushes you up against a wall where you’d both be hidden in sight.

You’d struggled and yell but he’d threaten you with the knife

“I don’t know who you are, but you’re not gonna get away with this. Okay. You think you thought this out but you haven’t okay. You haven’t met me. You don’t know how dedicated I am. The lengths I’m willing to go. You think you have crazy motives. Well I’m fucking crazier asshole! So you best believe that you won’t get within a foot radius of Ethan okay. You touch him and I’ll fucking end you!” You’d cackle with a sinister look in your eyes. He’d step back confused and a little bit scared. This boy is thinking Who tf is this crazy bitch??? Then once he zones in on your familiar features he’d yank the mask off like 🤨

“Y/n?” Your fucking perplexed because it’s Ethan. Ethan is one of the ghostfaces??? And then you tell him how you’ve stalked him and he does that wide eyed look, but then he’s kind of flattered cause no girl has ever gone through the trouble to chase after him or like him like that for that matter.