#And I don't say that just for shits and giggles

[levanterhaze]

GAMEBOY — BANGCHAN

♡  ― 󠀬󠀬 fratboy!bangchan x f!reader this one is just pure angst and drama, no smut, just teasing each other like two idiots.

♡ synopsis ― Bangchan is the campus playboy—charming, cocky, and infuriatingly irresistible. One reckless, drunken night leads to a secret you swore you'd never have. Now, hating him is harder than keeping him your dirty little secret.

[ 5.7k words ]♡― i had to continue this fic in a 2nd part, i felt necessary. maybe i'll continue it in a few more chapters (PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP ON ME) and thank you thank you thank you to everyone who has commented and appreciated this piece. it means a lot to a person who is non-native english wrt. without further ado, have a good read, loves!

♡― THE PLAYLIST.

♡ [part one]

you’re so indecisive of what I’m saying tryna catch the beat, make up your heart don't know if you're happy or complaining don't want for us to end, where do I start?

The pounding in your head was a testament to last night’s choices. Aspirin was non-negotiable. You could hear Eunji and Sohee's voices from the living room and were surprised that both of them were already awake after their all-nighter.

After leaving the room with Bangchan—because, of course, that happened—you ducked into the bathroom, shot off a text about vomiting and existential regret, and decided to make a graceful exit. Well, as graceful as one could manage after wild sex with the person you’d sworn to hate forever. Pride was nowhere in the equation, but who cared?

As soon as your eyes saw daylight, Eunji and Sohee looked at you judgmentally. You froze in your tracks, still wearing pink Hello Kitty jammies like a monument to your shame. Their judgment was immediate, sharp as a blade. Your heart sped up.

“You’re alive,” Sohee deadpanned, taking a bite of a cinnamon roll. “And looking like shit.”

“Appreciate it,” you shot back, throwing yourself into a chair. “Really warms the soul.”

Eunji’s smoothie slurp was unnecessarily loud, drilling straight into your skull. “We thought about waking you for breakfast but figured you’d need the recovery time.”

You dismissed the idea with a hand wave. "That's okay. Wouldn’t have gotten up anyway.”

"We can have lunch together, if you like. I really need a detox after last night." Sohee curled her lips into a grimace and you almost smiled. Detox advice from Sohee was peak irony.

But then Eunji, ever the chaos-bringer, dropped the bomb. “Oh my God, you guys, I heard the craziest thing last night! Jiwoon—my lit classmate—said he walked in on someone having super loud sex at the party. Guess who it was? Bangchan!”

Your heart plummeted straight into your stomach.

Silence remained and Sohee raised her eyebrows at Eunji.

“Apparently, the guy is a structural hazard,” Sohee chimed in, amused. “Minho said he once broke a floorboard. Who even does that?” Your red-haired friend says giggling.

Eunji giggled. “The girl’s lucky. If Bangchan wrecked me, I’d consider it an honor.”

You summoned your most convincing disdain, rolling your eyes with the energy of someone deeply unimpressed. “Honestly, can we not make him sound like some sort of deity?”

But guilt clung to you like a second skin, mingling with vivid flashes of last night—the furniture banging against the wall, Bangchan’s muscles taut as he tried to steady it. The memory burned, searing and humiliating, until Eunji’s voice yanked you back to reality.

The memory faded like mist when Eunji said it again. "Anyway, the girl’s lucky. I wish I was knocked down by Bangchan."

Lucky. That’s what they’d call you if they knew. Lucky—and a traitor to everything you’d loudly professed about hating him. They didn’t know it was you, and you intended to keep it that way.

From the tone of the chat, Jiwoon didn't see who was in the room with Bangchan, which means he didn't know you were the girl. Trying to ignore the talking and the sweat growing on your hands, you got up and declared that you were going to take a shower and maybe run some laps around the athletics track, because you really needed some fresh air.

The dorm felt claustrophobic. Eunji and Sohee were your best friends and you felt awful for not telling them the truth.

These were your best friends, but the truth felt like a grenade you couldn’t risk dropping. For months, you’d built your personality around despising Bangchan, and now? One night had unraveled it all.

Worst of all? You couldn’t stop replaying every second of it—and how much you’d loved it.

Sex had always been an exercise in mediocrity. Your exes? Predictably average, hitting the bare minimum on their way to their own finish line. As for finding the clitoris? Let’s just say they navigated like someone using a map upside down—an unsurprising disappointment every single time.

Now, though, Bangchan was something else entirely. A campus legend with a reputation as vast as it was unshakable. Everyone knew about his conquests—more women than you had fingers to count. Every rumor you’d rolled your eyes at turned out to be painfully, thrillingly true. He was better than anything you could have imagined.

Even after a long shower, his touch lingered, like phantom fingerprints etched into your skin. You could still feel him, every moment replaying in a maddening loop. No one had ever made you come twice in one night. No one. That fact alone made him unforgettable—and insufferably smug, no doubt.

Pulling on comfortable clothes, you grabbed a bag, stuffed in some essentials, and checked your phone. The group chat was overflowing with photos and messages from last night’s chaos, but you scrolled past all of it. There was only one person you needed right now.

You: Up for a morning run?

The reply came in under two minutes.

Hyunjin: It’s two in the afternoon. You: Morning for me. Hyunjin: Fine. Be there in five.

You tossed your phone into your bag and took a deep breath. A run was exactly what you needed—to burn off this restless energy and, hopefully, forget how guilty you felt.

You found Hyunjin on the running track near the outdoor field, surrounded by lush greenery and bursts of flowers the campus meticulously maintained. He looked effortlessly good, of course—baggy clothes hanging just right, dark hair falling over his face like it had been styled by the gods.

You started running side by side, silence settling between you. It was comfortable but heavy, like a bubble that needed popping. The kiss was the unspoken elephant on the track, but Hyunjin, ever observant, didn’t push. Not yet.

The day was crisp, the kind of weather that made you feel invincible. You poured your focus into your pace, and before you knew it, you’d pulled ahead. “Okay, okay—hold up,” Hyunjin called, his voice carrying just enough humor to make you smirk.

You stopped a few strides ahead, spinning on your heel to face him. He sauntered toward you, not even winded, like running was merely a mild inconvenience.

“There’s something you’re not telling me,” he said, his tone playful but probing.

“There’s nothing to tell,” you countered, already feeling your resolve falter.

“Uh-huh.” He stopped in front of you, his gaze narrowing. “Then why, exactly, did you ask me to kiss you last night?”

Well. There it was. No escaping now.

You shrugged, trying to play it cool as you grabbed the water bottle from your bag. “I was... needy, I guess.”

Hyunjin raised a brow, crossing his arms like he wasn’t buying it. “Needy, huh?”

“Look,” you said, exhaling sharply, “I’m sorry if it made things weird. You’re my best friend, and the last thing I want is for that to get messed up.”

“Relax,” he said, grinning as he ran a hand through his hair. “A kiss isn’t going to scare me off. You’re stuck with me.”

His easy laugh melted some of your tension, but before you could respond, he clapped his hands together with mock seriousness. “Tell you what—first one to the other side of campus owes the winner a banana milk.”

The sudden challenge caught you off guard, and you raised a brow. “Seriously?”

“Seriously,” he said, already turning on his heel to start jogging backward. “Unless you’re too scared.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you bolted after him. “You’re so on.”

You lost the run, but of course, Hyunjin still paid for the drink. That summed him up as a friend.

After he dashed off to rehearse with Felix—because apparently, everyone else was rehearsing but you—a thought hit you like a lightbulb flickering to life. Rumors? Easy to spread. But if you wanted to get ahead of them, you had to go straight to the source.

With a mission in mind, you swaggered toward the gym where the basketball team was practicing. It wasn’t exactly classified info—every girl on campus could probably tell you when and where their training sessions were. You zipped your jacket up to your chin like it was some sort of emotional armor, grabbed your water bottle for moral support, and marched down the corridors. The door to the gym was already cracked open, and as you pushed it, everything seemed to slow down in the most dramatic way.

The guys were running drills, their shoes squeaking on the court like a broken record. The noise grated on your nerves, but you weren’t here for the sound; you were here for the spectacle. The stands were dotted with girls, some wrapped up in their player-boyfriend fantasies, while others... Well, who knows what they were thinking. You didn’t care. You had your eyes on the real prize today.

There he was, standing out like a sore thumb. His black and white uniform somehow looked too good on him. Focus, girl. You hid behind the staircase, crouched like a sneaky little spy, waiting for the game to wrap up.

It took nearly ten minutes, but eventually, the whistle blew. You adjusted your posture, trying to act casual, though you were definitely still paying attention to how the sweat trickled down Bangchan's forehead. It brought you war flashbacks. When the players scattered to grab towels and water, you took your cue to appear from behind the bleachers, giving a quick, awkward wave before ducking back again.

Bangchan's eyes scanned the area, and when they landed on you, his brows shot up in surprise.  In the meantime, he did the inevitable: he took off his shirt and used it to get dry. Great. Just great.

"Did you come to watch?" He smirked, that cocky grin of his. "Didn't know you were into basketball."

You rolled your eyes. His ability to flirt in every situation was almost impressive.

"Ha-ha. No." You sucked in a breath, desperately trying to obey your brain's commands. Don't look down. Don’t you dare look down. "Actually, I came to ask for a favor."

He leaned against the wall, eyebrow quirked, looking amused. "Okay...?"

“Right. I want what happened yesterday to stay a secret.”

Bangchan's eyebrow arched higher, an expression of entertained disbelief crossing his face. He crossed his arms, flexing those muscles in a way that made the mission of not looking at them impossible.

“'You think I'm going around saying we fucked?"

You roll your eyes, frustration building up, and clench your hand into a fist. Sure, say it louder, let the world know.

“Isn't that exactly what you do? Brag about your sexual life?”

The boy nodded, puffing out his chest, he shot back. "Ever heard me brag about it?"

“I don't need to hear it from you. The campus does it for you.” It was infuriating how this worked out. Everyone thought Bangchan was the type of guy, praising his victories and glorifying him every time he got between some girl's pants. 

Meanwhile, girls were severely censured for even kissing a guy at a party.

"Right. So you're just going off what people say about me?" His tone was challenging, like he couldn’t care less.

In a long drawn-out sigh, you fidgeted with your hands, intending to put the matter to one side. "Can you just keep this between us? I don't want anyone to know."

"Whatever, it's no big deal," he replied nonchalantly, shrugging. "If it's that important to you."

The words stung more than they should have. It wasn’t just the lack of care, it was the way he made it sound like it didn’t matter. No big deal. It hurt your pride, even if you didn’t mean it to. But that was Bangchan, wasn’t it? Haughty and self-righteous. Yeah, he was great in bed, but his attitude? Utterly shitty.

“Thanks.” You said it briefly, biting down your pride and leaving the scene as fast as you could. Speaking to him seemed like a fool's errand, but you couldn't risk it.

Behind you, Bangchan pursed his lips into a thin line, watching you go. To him, you were hopeless—always on guard, never letting your walls down. He knew he was right, even if it was a thin line. Sure, it was fun to rile you up, but it was maddening that you hated him for things he hadn’t even done.

Getting you to change your mind, though? That was the challenge. But if that’s what it took, he was more than willing to play the long game.

Early next week. Only Tuesday, and auditions loomed just a day away. You’d been agonizing over the perfect solo—one that wouldn’t just get you a role but the role. Monday was a blur of brainstorming with Hyunjin and Seungmin, your trusted theater comrades. Between swapping notes, debating song choices, and plenty of eye rolls, you managed to help each other refine your audition pieces. It was productive. Chaotic, but productive.

Your last hour of the day belonged to the theater, and it was sacred. The stage wasn’t just a place; it was a state of mind. The second the music hit, the world faded. Bills, homework, exes who ghosted you—it all melted away. Up there, you weren’t just alive; you were electric. It wasn’t just a hobby; it was instinct.

Your mom used to say you were born for the stage. She loved telling the story of how, as a kid, you’d belt out The Little Mermaid soundtrack so often the neighbors probably debated filing a noise complaint. Singing “Part of Your World” at the top of your lungs? A daily ritual. But the first time you sang for real—no plastic microphone, no stuffed animal audience—it clicked.

This was more than a passion. It was home.

Since high school, your hunger for the stage—and the spotlight—was insatiable. If there was a club, you wanted in. University was no different. People noticed you, not just for your knack for hitting sharp, glass-shattering high notes, but for your versatility. You could slip from sweet soprano to soulful belter faster than a drama major running late to class. On stage, you were magnetic.

Everyone gathered on stage, and Mrs. Baek appeared a few moments later with her round glasses and wavy hair around her face. Her figure was solid and powerful, as was her voice and knowledge.

But today, something was off. The crease on her forehead gave her away before she said a word. It was like a ripple of unease spread across the stage, and you didn’t miss a beat. You were already bracing for the bad news.

Then, a slim figure in a long skirt and boots strode into the center of the circle, sighing like she’d just carried the weight of the world—and maybe she had. “Okay, kids. Listen up.” Every pair of eyes locked onto her as if she were delivering the prophecy of doom. “We’re postponing the auditions. Indefinitely.”

Her announcement hit like a gut punch, and the stage erupted into chaos. Whispers turned to complaints, and complaints turned to full-blown outrage. Seungmin cast a skeptical glance at Mrs. Baek, then at you and Hyunjin, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

What the hell was going on?

“All right, settle down,” Mrs. Baek said, slipping her glasses off and pinching the bridge of her nose with that practiced mix of authority and exhaustion only she could pull off. “Jun-ho, our sound engineer, has officially dropped out of college. And to make matters worse, the university has decided to cut funding for the theater department in favor of... sports.”

“You're shitting me.” Nahee’s voice sliced through the commotion like a whip. She quickly caught herself, mumbling, “Sorry... but seriously—”

“That’s so unfair!” another voice chimed in from the back, frustration rippling through the group like a shockwave. “Basketball and soccer aren’t the only things this university has going for it.”

“I get it, kids. Believe me, I tried.” Mrs. Baek’s tone softened, but her words were anything but comforting. “I went to the administration, pleaded our case... But unless we can find enough volunteers and funding, I’m afraid auditions are canceled. Indefinitely.”

It felt like a cruel joke. The theater had always been your sanctuary, the one place where you could shed your armor and just be. And now? It was slipping through your fingers.

When Mrs. Baek dismissed the group, some students stormed out in anger, others lingered, trying to process what had just happened. For you, Hyunjin, and Seungmin, the next logical step was the canteen. Food couldn’t fix this, but it was something.

“This is absurd. Now we're all supposed to close our eyes and applaud this nonsense?” Seungmin boomed as the three of you walked to the canteen. It was packed every day, regardless of the time of the day.

At a table outside, you spotted Sohee and Minho. Eunji, Changbin, Felix and Bangchan.

Just when you thought your day couldn't get any worse...

“Tell me about it, I'm so pissed off!” Everyone looked at you, hearing loud and clear about your discontent. All three of you pulled up a chair and you sat down facing Changbin.

“Someone's jumpy.” Sohee leaned across the table. “What's wrong? You three look like shit.”

“It turns out the university cut the theater’s funding in favor of sports.” Your voice was sharp, and your glare shot directly at Bangchan, who was busy texting like the world wasn’t crumbling around him. He looked up, one eyebrow raised in confusion, as if you’d just accused him of single-handedly ruining the arts.

You looked away, rage bubbling in your veins.

“That sucks.” Felix shot back with a supportive smile. “I know how important the theater is to you guys.”

“Everyone’s been working so hard,” Seungmin muttered, sinking into his chair like the weight of the news had finally crushed him. “It’s just... unfair.”

A heavy silence settled over the table, broken only by the sound of Bangchan’s nails tapping on his phone screen. You glanced his way, the sight of him completely disengaged making your blood boil.

“Is there nothing we can do?” Eunji twisted her lips, hopeful.

“Car wash?” Changbin suggested with a mischievous grin. “Classic fundraiser, right?”

“Sure,” you shot back, deadpan, “let’s exploit women for the sake of art.” Your glare could’ve leveled him then and there. Changbin leaned back in his chair, raising his hands in mock surrender.

“Okay, fine. What about food?” Sohee jumped in, glancing at Minho for support. “Muffins, cupcakes, something simple. People love that stuff.”

Hyunjin's face lights up like a light bulb. “Felix makes brownies. Amazing brownies.”

Felix smirked, shrugging like it was no big deal. “I don’t wanna brag, but they’re basically legendary.”

“Alright, then.” Changbin grinned, pointing a finger gun between Felix and you. “You two make the brownies. And we,” he motioned to himself and Bangchan, “sell them.”

You and Bangchan exchange glances for a millisecond.

“I’ve got the perfect idea,”  he says, a wicked smile slipping from his lips.

You raise an eyebrow, laughing. “What? Are you going to sell brownies naked around campus?”

The grin widened, and that’s when you knew you should’ve kept your mouth shut.

“That’s exactly what we’re going to do.”

Felix had assured you he could handle everything, but your stubbornness wouldn’t let you sit this one out. If it was for the theater, you were all in. He handed over his famous brownie recipe like it was a national secret.

So, on Thursday, you got hands-on. Literally.

Eunji had come through with the shopping, and soon your dorm looked like a war zone—chocolate smudges on the counters, flour dusting the floor, and batter splattered in places you couldn’t quite explain. You only had a cramped space and a big dream of pulling this off.

You were just pouring the batter into a pan when a sharp knock at the door startled you. Wiping your hands on your skirt, you swung it open, expecting maybe Eunji or Hyunjin. Instead, there stood Bangchan, leaning casually against the door frame like he had nowhere else to be.

“Uh… hello?” You blinked, your brow furrowing. “What are you doing here?”

Bangchan stood back for a second, observing how exceptionally good you looked.

“So… newsflash,” he started, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You might wanna double that recipe.”

Confusion flashed across your eyes. “What do you mean?”

He straightened up, clearly enjoying your puzzled reaction. “I may have the entire basketball team to help out with the sale.”

Your jaw dropped as his words sank in. “You what?”

His grin widened at your disbelief. “You heard me. More hands, more sales. I figured we could use the hype.”

It was insane. But it was also brilliant. A rush of excitement shot through you, lighting up your face. “That’s… that’s fantastic!” you blurted, beaming before instinctively biting your lip to rein in your enthusiasm.

Bangchan tilted his head, his smirk softening into something almost genuine. “Thought you’d like that.”

“Oh, shit. I'll tell Felix, we're going to need an extra oven.” You walked over to the coffee table, where your phone was.

Before you could dial, Bangchan’s voice cut through your focus. “You shouldn’t go there.” He was still standing in the doorway, arms crossed, his expression surprisingly earnest. “It’s a mess. Like, biohazard-level chaos.” You lose heart, trying to think of another alternative. “You can use my dorm. If you want.” He quickly adds the last sentence.

Your stomach dropped at the suggestion. The idea of stepping into Bangchan’s dorm felt like walking into enemy territory. Risky. Dangerous. Not worth the potential fallout. “It’s fine,” you said, waving him off. “I’ll figure it out. Don’t worry about it.”

But Bangchan leaned against the doorframe, his smirk resurfacing. “You sure? There are a lot of brownies to bake, and I don’t think you’ve got all night.”

As much as you hated to admit it, he wasn’t wrong. Time was slipping through your fingers like sand, and with the entire basketball team now involved, efficiency was critical. “Fine,” you muttered, hating the way the word tasted in your mouth. “But only if you help.”

“You don't have to ask twice.”

It turned out Bangchan’s “help” involved more than just offering his kitchen. He insisted on carrying every utensil, baking sheet, and ingredient across campus himself, as though showing off how capable he was. By the time you arrived at his so-called dorm, you’d pieced together another puzzle about him.

Rich, but not obnoxiously so. Still, his “dorm” was more like a chic little apartment, complete with a full kitchen, two bedrooms, and sleek decor that screamed privilege. The space was annoyingly Bangchan—polished, put together, and just distant enough to be intriguing.

“Cool place.” You muttered after he closed the door behind you. Scanning the room and trying not to sound impressed.

“Thanks.” he gave you a smile. “So, this is the kitchen.” He motioned to a modern setup that looked like it belonged in a Food Network show. Top class stuff. “Make yourself at home.”

“Thanks,” you replied, slipping your hands into your pockets. “Not just for the space but… you know, for helping.”

It was obvious that he was making this effort because the theater was important to his friends Seungmin and Hyunjin. Why else would he do all this? Still, you appreciated it.

His lips twitched into a grin. “Wow. Didn’t think I’d ever hear you say that.” 

You rolled your eyes, biting back the retort bubbling at your tongue. Play nice. He’s helping. 

“Relax,” he added, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “Just kidding. There’s booze in the fridge, by the way. Help yourself.”

“I’m fine, thanks,” you said, sidestepping the offer.

“I’ve gotta sort something out with the coach,” he said, grabbing his phone. “I’ll be back in 20. Think you’ll survive here alone?”

Honestly, being in his apartment without him sounded like the best possible scenario. You gave a small nod. “Yeah, no worries.”

With that, he left, and the door clicked shut behind him. You exhaled, a long breath that carried the weight of the past few days. Now you were in enemy territory, surrounded by his world, and somehow, that felt far more personal than it should.

How had this become your life? Baking brownies in Bangchan’s kitchen? It was almost as absurd as sleeping with him—a mistake you’d promised yourself you’d never make. But here you were, crossing one forbidden line after another.

You weren’t exactly a disaster in the kitchen, but you weren’t a pro either. Somehow, though, in thirty minutes flat, four trays of brownies were baking away in Bangchan’s fancy oven. The rest of the kitchen, however, looked like a war zone. Eggshells piled in the sink. Flour scattered across the floor. Chocolate batter smeared on your shirt. Your skirt? A masterpiece of handprints from raw dough. But hey, it was all for the sake of art—and funding.

While you whisked and poured, you couldn’t resist turning on your favorite song, What Is This Feeling from Wicked. Singing along word for word, you hit every high note with a grin. That song had landed you the role of Glinda in high school, and the nostalgia hit you square in the chest. Those were good times. Simpler times.

The chorus was still ringing in your ears as you crouched to scrub a stubborn chocolate stain on the floor. That’s when the door swung open, and Bangchan walked in, freezing mid-step as he surveyed the chaos.

“Holy shit. Are you all right?” he asked, his tone somewhere between amusement and genuine concern.

Your heart nearly leaped out of your chest as you scrambled to turn off the music. In your rush, your phone slipped from your flour-dusted hands and landed on the counter with a soft thud. You straightened, cheeks flushing. “I’m fine,” you said quickly, brushing your hands on your already-ruined skirt. “Sorry about the mess. I’ll clean it up, I promise.”

He looked around, clearly trying to hold back a laugh. His eyes flicked from the chaotic kitchen to you, taking in the state of your clothes. “You’ve got something… there,” he said, gesturing vaguely at the chocolate smear on your shoulder.

“It’s fine,” you muttered, avoiding his gaze. “As soon as I’m done here, I’ll head back to the dorm and clean this up.”

Bangchan tilted his head, clearly unimpressed with your plan. “I can lend you a shirt. Might make you feel more comfortable.”

“No, no. I’m fine,” you said, waving him off. “But thanks.”

He rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath. Then, without hesitation, he reached behind his neck and yanked off the black shirt he was wearing, leaving him in nothing but his jeans and a devilish grin. “Here,” he said, holding the shirt out to you like it was the most casual thing in the world.

You blinked, completely caught off guard. “You know you could’ve just grabbed another shirt, right? Like, one you’re not currently wearing?”

He leaned in slightly, the grin widening in a way that made your stomach flip. “And where’s the fun in that?”

For a moment, you just stood there, staring at him, equal parts annoyed and flustered. His shirt hung in the air between you, a silent dare. Finally, you snatched it from his hand, muttering, “You’re impossible.”

“I’ve been told,” he replied, unbothered, and strolled over to the counter like he hadn’t just walked into the kitchen half-dressed.

After a few minutes, you walked back into the kitchen, now wearing Bangchan’s shirt. It hung a little loose on you, the soft fabric brushing against your skin and carrying a mix of fresh laundry and whatever cologne he used. Not that you noticed. Much.

Bangchan was at the sink, scrubbing a mixing bowl. His back was to you at first, but when he turned around, his gaze lingered a second too long before he coughed and looked back down. “Did you know,” he started, shaking his head with a teasing grin, “that you’re officially the world’s clumsiest cook? There’s brownie batter... under the sink.”

You glanced at the cabinet beneath the counter, then back at him. “Hey, I said I’d clean up,” you defended, marching into the kitchen with your head held high. “And for the record, I never claimed to be a good cook. I’m just trying to help.”

Bangchan barked out a laugh, drying his hands on a towel. “Help? No fucking way. You’re a disaster, love.”

You froze, raising an eyebrow at him. “Excuse me?” You crossed your arms, the oversized sleeves of his shirt only slightly undermining your indignation. “I didn’t see you stepping up to bake anything.. Let’s see you handle a whisk without breaking something.”

He leaned back against the counter, arms crossed, clearly enjoying himself. “Trust me, I’d still be better than whatever chaos you’ve got going on here.”

Your lips quirked into a slow smirk, and you reached for the bag of flour on the counter. “Oh yeah? Well, let’s see you handle this.” Before he could react, you scooped a handful of flour and tossed it right at him, the fine powder exploding across his chest like a smoke bomb.

Bangchan froze for a second, blinking down at the mess. Then, his lips curved into a wicked grin that should have been your warning. “Oh, it’s on now.”

With your hands on your lip, you realized that you had fucked up. “I'm sorry, I...”

Too late. In the blink of an eye, Bangchan scooped up the sugar and poured it all over your hair. You stared, half-shocked, half-impressed by his audacity. You parted your lips to fire back, but before a word could escape, the sound of his laughter erupted from deep in his chest.

“Really? Is this how it’s gonna go?” You grabbed the cocoa powder with a grin. Oh, he wanted a war? You were so ready. “Bring it on,” you shot back, face lighting up with mischief. 

You were almost halfway to smearing him with chocolate when his hand shot out and stopped yours midair. The cocoa slipped through your fingers, and just like that, your plan hit the ground.

Then, you collided—chest to chest. Bangchan wasn’t laughing anymore, and you could feel the shift in the air, the heat between you two now undeniable. His lips curled into that damn smirk, the one that told you everything. Your heart was racing, but the thought of pulling away didn’t even cross your mind. The only question now was who was going to make the first move.

A silent battle passed between you two. His gaze locked onto yours, sensing the shift in your expression—less defiant, more... willing. And just like that, the tension morphed into something else, something undeniable.

Without hesitation, you leaned in, your lips brushing his. Bangchan’s breath hitched, a soft grunt escaping him at the sudden contact. Your hands, still coated with the remnants of your baking disaster, slid over his broad shoulders. You were a mess, sugar and flour everywhere, but somehow, it made everything feel a little more real. And Bangchan? He didn’t seem to mind one bit.

All he seemed to care about was having your lips on his. And fuck, you could feel how much he wanted it.

Bangchan grabbed your ass possessively, squeezing it and making a raspy moan escape your lips. You pushed him against the wall, without detaching your lips, savoring how the softness of his lips felt like cotton candy.

When you finally broke away, your chests heaving, your fingers still pressed into his skin, you met his gaze. His chest rose and fell beneath your touch, and you could feel the pull between you intensify again, magnetic.

“I should probably clean up this mess.” your voice broke the tension, but the realization hit harder than it should’ve. Bangchan was clearly fed up with your habit of diving in and then ghosting the consequences. 

“Don’t you dare.” his voice was low, the words like a command you weren’t about to ignore. His eyes locked with yours—intense. “You want this.” his lips brushed against yours, a tease that made your heart leap, while his words hung heavy in the air. “I know you do.”

Your pulse thundered in your ears, drowning out everything but him.

“Bangchan.” You whispered, barely able to breathe. The heat from his hardness spread like wildfire, and your body seemed to betray you. “We can’t.” you licked your lips—stupid, because he was already there, sealing your protest with a sloppy kiss, stealing that last ounce of restraint.

You were losing it. Why did he have to be so... goddamn good at this?

“Oh yeah?” he pulled away, just enough to make you regret the distance. “Tell me one good reason. Just one.”

You snorted, doing everything you could to hold it together, but the pull between you was undeniable. “Please.”

He tilted his head, lips twitching like he wanted to argue, but instead he closed his eyes and muttered a curse under his breath. “Fine,” he grumbled, walking away, but the air between you two still crackled.

The rest of the kitchen cleanup was like some strange form of punishment. You moved in sync, two people acting like they hadn’t just burned down every ounce of decorum in the room. The silence was deafening, the kind of awkward that made you wish you could pull the floor open and swallow you whole. But instead, you just scrubbed harder, hoping it’d drown out the thundering thoughts in your head.

He pulled away, no jokes, no teasing—just silence. It was like a switch had flipped, and the tension that had once sparked between you now lay dormant, suffocating. You didn't know if you hated the quiet or if you hated yourself more for letting things go as far as they had.

When everything was finally done, he still helped you carry your things to the dorm, his touch lingering just a little too long as he adjusted the bag over your shoulder. You were too busy battling the whirlwind of your own thoughts, replaying every moment, every look, and cursing both him and yourself for what you’d just crossed into.

You hated how easy it had been. How natural. And you hated even more that you couldn’t quite bring yourself to regret it—at least, not yet.

♡ taglist ― @kenia4 @chrizrizz @meerabmalik

[lizardlicks]

i work in a clinical setting and I want to add a couple of addendums:

Don't just write down people's names, write down what department they're in. If you come up to me and say "well I talked to Jane and SHE said--" stop right there. There's over half a dozen Janes in my building alone. That's not even getting into how many Janes are in our other locations let alone the entire organization. I don't know which Jane the one you talked to is. I don't know what number you called. I don't know what department she works in. I have no idea what her qualifications are. Please note not just WHO you spoke to, but the times, dates, and what department and job title of possible. Because those is also useful for--

Getting records of calls. You know how you hear "this call may be recorded for quality assurance" or some variation when you call to talk to a place? That's not for shits and giggles, the call IS being recorded, and if you have a problem you can have someone pull and review the call. I used to work QA and I did it all the time. Sometimes it's a misunderstanding. Sometimes the person you talked to just said whatever they needed to to get you off the phone, and they need to be pulled off and coached/retrained. In really egregious cases someone may have said something completely out of line to you, and they need to lose their job. Write the shit doooooown.

I've been disabled for almost 29 years. Here's what I've learned.

Tablets sink and capsules float. Separate out your tablets and capsules when you go to take them. Tip your head down when taking capsules and up when taking tablets. Liquigels don't matter, they kinda stay in the middle of whatever liquid is in your mouth.

If your pill tastes bad, coat it with a bit of butter or margarine. I learned this from my mom, who learned it from a pharmacist.

Being in pain every day isn't normal. Average people experience pain during exceptional moments, like when they stub their toe or jam their finger in a door, not when they sit cross-legged.

Make a medical binder. Make multiple medical binders. I have a small one that comes with me to appointments and two big ones that stay at home, one with old stuff and one with more recent stuff.

Find your icons. Some of mine include Daya Betty (drag queen with diabetes), Stef Sanjati (influencer with Waardenburg syndrome and ADHD), and Hank Green (guy with ulcerative colitis who... does a bunch of stuff). They don't have to be disabled in the same way as you. They don't even have to be real people. Put their pictures up somewhere if you want; I've been meaning to decorate my medical binders with pictures of my icons.

Take a bin, box, bag, basket, whatever and fill it with items to cope with. This can be stuff for mentally coping like colouring books or play clay or stuff for physically coping like pain medicine or physio tape.

Decorate your shit! My cane for at home has a plushie backpack clip hanging from the end of the handle and my cane for going places is covered in stickers. All of my medical binders have fun scrapbooking paper on the outside. Sometimes, I put stickers and washi tape on my inhalers and pill bottles. I used my Cricut to decorate my coping bin with quotes from my icons, like "I've seen enough of Ba Sing Se" and "I need you to be angrier with that bell".

If a flare-up is making you unable to eat or keep food down, consider going to the ER. A pharmacist once told me that since my eye flares can make me so nauseous that I cannot eat, then I need to go to the hospital when that happens.

Cola works wonders for nausea. I have mini cans of Diet Pepsi in my coping bin.

Shortbread is one of the only things I can eat when nauseous. Giant Tiger sells individually-wrapped servings of shortbread around Christmas or the British import store sells them year-round. I also keep these in my coping bin.

Unless it violates a pain contract or something, don't be afraid to go behind your doctor's back to get something they are refusing you. I got my cardiologist referral by getting in with a different NP at my primary care clinic than who I usually saw. I switched from Seroquel to Abilify by visiting a walk-in.

If you have a condition affecting your abdomen in some way (GI issues, reproductive problems, y'know) then invest in track pants that are too big. I bought some for my laparoscopy over a year ago and they've been handy for pelvic pain days, too. I've also heard loose pants are good for after colonoscopies.

Do whatever works, even if it's weird. I've sat on the floor of the Eaton Centre to take my pills. I've shoved heating pads down my front waistband to reach my uterus.

High-top Converse are good for weak ankles. I almost exclusively wear them.

You can reuse your pill bottles for stuff. I use my jumbo ones to store makeup sponges and my long skinny ones to hold a travel-size amount of Q-Tips.

Just because your diagnostics come back with nothing, it doesn't mean nothing is wrong. Maybe you were checking the wrong thing, or the diagnostic tool wasn't sensitive enough. I have bradycardia episodes even though multiple cardiac tests caught nothing. I probably have endometriosis even though my gynecologist didn't see anything.

You can bring your comfort item to appointments, and it's generally a green flag when someone talks to you about it. I brought a Squishmallow turkey (named Ulana) to my laparoscopy and they had her wearing my mask when I woke up. I brought a Build-A-Bear cat (named Blinx) to another procedure and a nurse told me that everyone in the hall on the way to the procedure room saw him and were talking about how cute he was. Both of those ended up being positive experiences and every person who talked to me about my plushies was nice to me. If you don't feel comfortable having it visible to your provider during the appointment, you can hide it in your bag and just know it's there, or if you're in a video appointment, you can hold it below frame in your lap.

Get a small bucket, fill it with stuff, and stick it in your bed (if you have room for it). I filled a bucket with Ensure, juice boxes, oatmeal bars, lotion, my rescue inhaler, etc. in October 2023 in anticipation of my laparoscopy and I still have it in my bed as of January 2025.

If your disability impacts your impulse control (e.g. ADHD, bipolar disorder), you should consider setting limits around your spending -- no more than X dollars at a time, nothing online unless it's absolutely necessary, and so on. Or, run these purchases by someone you trust before committing to them; I use my BFF groupchat to help talk sense into myself when I buy stuff.

Feel free to add on what you've learned about disability!

[shanefuckingscott]

soft awkward and silly Sevika 🦾

Imagine, Sevika being all soft, silly and awkward around you. 🦾

(Probably a part 2-ish of Sevika headcanons, but she's all cutesy here, even though she already is)

Look at her, she's just a baby. 😍🦾

Warning: Cute Sevika, slightly suggestive, probably ooc, but you'll prolly still read, BARELY PROOFREAD.

🚫Men and Minors DNI🚫

Even though Sevika is all serious and shit to keep up with her reputation in Zaun as the "Scary lady", she can actually get really silly and awkward when she's comfortable around you to. Or when she feels close to you.

First time you encounter this side of Sevika, you were working as a bar maid in the last drop. You and her were already actively flirting with each other for a good while, so she's starting to loosen up around you.

You were handing out drinks to people, and walking towards her table, when suddenly, you trip over nothing, and nearly fall.

Sevika catches you in time, though, and your, and the drinks in your hand were in safe hands, although it spilled a little on your shirt. You were wearing a white top, and it was see through.

She stares at your chest for awhile, and your face heats up. She snaps out of it, and her eyes are wide, when she realizes hoe obvious she was. So to defend herself, she made a joke of how clumsy you are, but you can still see a dark shade of red on her cheeks that night. You thought it was cute.

The second time, was when you were laughing at something she said, and she just paused to look at your face to admire you, and then tucked your hair behind you ears. You were surprised, so she snapped out of it, and hid her face, while she was looking down at the drink on her hand. You giggle at her, and she's even shyer now. She just furrowed her eyebrows, and called you an idiot. You know it's just her defense mechanism though, but you don't push her about it, and you jusy giggle ay her.

She CANNOT stop looking at you while you work. The way you carry yourself, the way you smile, your bubbly personality. But she HATES it when you get too bubbly with someone.

Secretly threatens people who flirt with you, or look at you a little too much, but she doesn't tell you. You only find out, when Theiram accidentally ratted her out, and let's just say she was real quiet after that.

(She still does threaten them, but she threatened Theiram too, so no you don't know a thing)

She's actually really sweet. She'd give you sweets on your break, since she know you like them, and sweets are usually hard to find in Zaun, so when she goes to Topside for business, she'd often stop at a candy store to buy you whatever candies you like.

Will pause her games just to talk to you on your free time. She likes you alot, but she's still mustering up the courage to ask you out.

You beat her to it though, when you hang out with her outside of work, and she's awestruck for like a solid 30 seconds, before picking herself up, and smilimg to her self. "Alright then, pick you up at 7?" she asks, and you laugh at her, and answer "But I asked YOU out!" She rolls her eyes, and calls you an idiot again, and then comes to you hours at exactly 7pm.

Your first date with her, you guys just went to Jericho's and she looked so hot eating, tbh, and it got you all flustered, and honestly, a little wet.

You wipe her mouth with a tissue, and she just froze up, and looked at you, before hiding face again, and blushed.

You offered to pay, ot even 50/50, but she took your purse/wallet, when you werent looking, and beat you to it.

You guys were flirting and laughing the whole way home, and you were both blushing messes.

Sevika's surprisingly giggly, and soft once you get to know her. She had her moments of dominance, and assertiveness, specially when she has negotiations, and over all just everyday, but, there's moments with you that she just kinda let's her walls down a bit.

She has that soft look in her eye, that little sparkle sometimes, that only sometimes occurs, but, lately, you've been seeing it alot in her eyes. You notice her little imperfections that make her perfect. Her Uneven lips, her gapped teeth, her scars, everything that she told you she hated about herself, all of it was perfect in your eyes. And you never failed to tell her how perfect she is to you, you'd always see her face light up a little bit, but she always tried to hide it. Unsuccessfully, though.

When you got to your apartment, you guys stood there for a bit, and you thank her. She just looks at you, and rubs the back of her neck, and says it's no biggie. And she looks at you.

You pull her into a kiss, it all happens so quick. One minute, you were awkwardly flirting with her, and the next, you're making out with her. She, doesn't kiss you back just yet, she's still processing what's happening. You suddenly realize she was all tense, and she wasn't kissing you back, so you pull away.

"O-oh my, I'm so sorry, I thought—" She pulls you back in, in a much deeper, and passionate kiss. You peak through your eyes, to see her eyebrows are furrowed her eyes intensely closed, and she has a faint bush on her cheeks and ears.

You hungrily kiss each other, and wish you could stay like that forever, but unfortunately, you still both need to breathe. She cups your cheeks, and she looks in your eyes. You smile at her, and touch her chest, "I love you, Sevika, you know that?" You confess to her, while still catching your breath. She softens her gaze, and blinks at you, and under her breath, she lets out a quiet,

"I love you too."

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I actually don't know the direction where this fic is going, I just felt like writing something about Sevika, heh, but you made it that far. 😉

[shanastoryteller]

hey so, I tend to leave a short comment just saying I reread a fic when I do... and I was wondering about your personal opinion for those with multiple rereads.

because like, if I reread a fic and tell you about that, that (probably) feels nice, but if I end up rereading something 5 times (sometime in the future) those short comments might start to feel annoying?

I'm not very good at commenting, so it would be the same (or very similar) very short comment just mentioning the reread...

I'm possibly overthinking this, but I'd like to know if in the case of me rereading something multiple times like that you'd prefer to get those comments or if I should keep that to myself after the first/second reread 😅

there's no non-rude comment that I ever find annoying

I'm so pleased you like my writing! I am giggling and kicking my feet when I get comments! One of the first things I do in the morning is open my inbox and read whatever new comments I've gotten. A few times people have been like "this fic is old idk if you're still reading comments for it" and I absolutely am. I read every single AO3 comment I get

Sometimes people leave hearts at the end of each chapter and I think it's so cute and fun to track their progress. People leave "reread kudos!" and smiley faces and key smashes

I am a greedy greedy author. Obviously I love love big long in depth comments - I have a lot of them saved to reread later because they spark so much joy - but every comment is someone liking my fic enough to tell me about it and I love that

I don't want people to ever feel pressured to leave comments. I love them. I am gobbling them up. But if you read my story and it sparked joy within you then the end, that's why I posted it and I'm so happy about it regardless if you tell me or not

But if I get a "fifth reread. shit still hits" all I'm doing is going 🥰🥰 FIFTH reread!! ❤️ Shit still hits!! 💃😘

[lorasdolly]

Ran x sevika x reader

Ran is just a good boy and listens to your every word, and Sevika is a bit more dominant. But you and Ran were having fun and sevika comes home and just i don’t know watches and then joins in. It’s totally all love no matter who the other is with

𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐓

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𝗿𝗮𝗻 𝘅 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗸𝗮 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

a-n; ran is a he/him lesbian because i said so, let's go on.

Ran and you got home earlier than Sevika, having a considerable less amount of work than her. You were sitting on Ran's lap, his hands on your waist, rubbing the supple skin gently. The couch was scattered with pillows and blankets similar to the black lipstick kiss marks on your neck.

Ran paid attention to how your eyelashes fluttered, a direct result from the joint in your hand. His eyes were heavily lidded, thoughts running at a hundred miles per hour. She listened to how you rambled, slurring your words. "I miss Sevika," You drawled out the syllables, a small pout on your lips.

Ran nodded, his eyes shutting slowly. You huffed, slightly bouncing on his lap to awaken him. "Stop falling asleep—" You complained, hands tugging gently at his hair. Ran chuckled, holding your closer, "Yeah, Sevika's coming home soon, baby." Your eyes lit up at his words.

"Seriously? Then we really have to stay awake.." You stated, huffing and pressing your chest against his. The only sound for a moment was the ticking of a clock and the raindrops outside the apartment till the front door creaked open. You sat up like an excited puppy, your red eyes darting to the hallway.

You scrambled off of Ran's lap, "Roll another joint for Sevika, she's gonna be stressed," You rushed out your words till scurrying down the hallway and towards the front door. Ran got to doing what you asked of him nearly immediately, hands fidgeting with rolling paper.

You met Sevika at the door, jumping onto her for an embrace as her arms quickly snaked around your waist to hoist you up. You giggled, obviously high enough to see the moon. "Been waiting for you allllll day." You said with a petulant grin.

"Sure you have, has Ran been good with you?" Sevika asked, knowing the answer. Her fingertips twisted a strand of your hair while staring into your puffy eyes. You nod thoughtlessly, hands coming to tug at Sevika's coat. You hung it up on the coat rack, "Ran always so sweet to me," You say, a small smile on your lips.

Sevika coughed, clearing her through to cover the noise of her steps coming behind you and throwing you over her shoulder. She pats your ass swiftly before walking to the living room, your yelping making Ran look up. Sevika begins to stare at him with one of his legs bent towards his chest, fiddling with the joint between his middle finger and thumb.

"Mm, 'Vika?" Ran murmured, taking in the shit-eating grin on her face before body slamming you onto the couch besides Ran. It didn't hurt, the pillows acted as a mat beneath you but you still grunted softly simply to complain. "Sevika!" You whined out loud, tugging on her hair just for her to secure your wrist together.

She lets you fight against her playfully, keeping eye contact with Ran while ignoring you. "Must be annoying to deal with a high princess, huh?" Ran quickly shakes his head, eyes looking at Sevika and you like a deer stuck in headlights. His lipstick was smudged at the corner of his lips and Sevika connected the dots, noticing the lipstick on your neck.

"Oh, guess not, been having fun without me?" Sevika asks rhetorically, kissing Ran's forehead while still keeping you bound. "I haven't gotten a forehead kiss!" You yelled like a spoiled little girl, eyebrows knitted together. Sevika cocked a brow at you, lips centimeters away from your forehead. "Maybe bratty little girls don't deserve forehead kisses, ever thought about that?" She teases.

You press your head forward, making her lips land on your forehead. She lets you go, watching you crawl back into Ran's lap and he quickly secures you against him. "You roll this for me, baby?" Sevika asks towards Ran, putting an arm over his shoulder. He nods, "Her idea," he spoke in reference to you.

"Yeah? Was the princess thinking about me?" She places a large hand on your head, ruffling your hair, making your eyes squint and lips go upturned. "Yeah, yeah! Was thinking about you, 'Vika!" You exclaimed, ass slightly bouncing on Ran to grab Sevika's attention. "Fuck, c'mere."

You giggle, rapidly moving to Sevika's lap. Ran seemed slightly excluded, vision narrowed as he watched you and Sevika be affectionate. He didn't want to interfere, you two hardly got along because of how bratty you could be towards her. He knew how much it meant to you, but he wanted to join in. (:c)

Your head lifted from Sevika's chest, eyebrows furrowing at the sight of Ran. You bring him and the lit joint towards you, "Shotgun?" You whispered and he nearly instantly agreed. His lips circled and attached to the joint, inhaling it and then pressing his lips against yours, more lipstick smudging onto you.

He blew the smoke right into your mouth, letting the smoke leave by your nostrils as you kept kissing. His hand cradled your face, fingertips at your nape. "Gonna leave me out now?" Sevika taunted with a faux frown.

You shook your head, pulling away from Ran and handing the joint to Sevika. She groaned as she took a drag from it, head thrown back. "Fuck, been so damned stressed with work, gonna kill Silco." You whined, squirming on her lap. "What's wrong, princess?" She said with one brow lifted.

"We could help with the.. easy things!" You exclaimed, averting your gaze back and fourth to Ran and Sevika. Ran nodded, his head rested on Sevika's shoulder. "Yeah? Good," She whispered, holding both of you closer.

should i make a longer version of this

[happilykrispypirate]

can you maybe do mattheo riddle x malfoy!reader

with the slytherin group, and mattheo and reader are secretly together and they get caught by someone?

i love your work sm!!

Whoops

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x fem!Malfoy!reader

Warnings: Swearing, a very very heated makeout sesh, mentions of sex, and my shitty writing.

A/n: Holy shiiitt, it's been a while since I've posted anything. Sorry! I'm back, for idk how long. I've been through a bunch of emotional shit and now I need an outlet. So, hii.

A/n 2: okay I'm really back this time, or I should be.

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"Are you serious right now?" Y/n laughed at Mattheo's poor attempt to catch the jellybean in his mouth.

"Hey it's not my fault you throw like shit," He laughed along with her.

"Oh, you're no better, mister!" Y/n giggled.

"Oh, really?" Mattheo then stood up and grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder.

Y/n squealed and giggled, before Mattheo threw her on the bed and pinned her by her hands.

"I still throw like shit?" He asked, smirking. His face close to hers, she giggled.

"I think you're improving," She said.

Mattheo chuckled, shaking his head, absolutely absorbed by her being. He never could've imagined that they would end up together. She being a Malfoy and all. Her parents would never approve, not like they'd have much of a choice if he got his father on his side.

Their friends are blabbermouths, to say the least, especially the other Malfoy. Hence why they don't know about the relationship either.

Both of them also enjoyed their little world they've created far too much to tell anyone in anyway.

Mattheo, too caught up in the moment, smashed his lips onto hers. A slight breathy moan escaped her lips onto his at the force of his kiss.

Tongues intertwined mere seconds later, Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist.

Mattheo knew exactly what she wanted to happen. So, he slowly started grinding, teasing her.

A whine escaped her and her legs tightened, as if to tell him to stop teasing.

Just as Mattheo's hand was about to reach down, the door swung open.

"Hey mate, have you seen-" Blaise, the bastard, had stopped dead in his tracks, words leaving him with each second he sees the scene in front of him.

"What the fuck, Blaise," Mattheo spat, as he separated himself from the girl.

"Oh my God!" Blaise exclaimed, eyes wide as saucers. He then turned around and ran, yelling, "Mattheo and Y/n were making out!! They almost had sex!!"

"Unfortunately, almost," Mattheo groaned earning a wack on the arm.

"He's gonna tell everyone!" Y/n said.

"It's about time they knew, love," Mattheo said looking at her.

"I know," She said, and then a few moments later she giggled, "We so traumatized Blaise."

Mattheo chuckled, "I think we can do worse," He said, before he climbed back on top of her.

"Now, where were we."

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Holy fuck I'm so sorry it took me this long to actually write and post.

[chilling-seavey]

The Traveling Pants (gr63)

↳ A/N So George and I were wearing the [nearly] exact same pants today and it sparked this lil idea!

↳ Pairings: George Russell x Fem!Reader (NO use of y/n)

↳ Warnings/FYI: This blurb would technically be considered tall!reader (sorry, being a little self serving here—). Forewarning just for the sake of this one-off idea! Take it or leave it at your discretion x

Thursdays mornings, George found, were always the hardest to get out of bed for. Perhaps most of his fellow drivers would agree; not wanting to wake up early to spend a whole day at the circuit on mainly media duties, interviews, and putting up with their social media teams' pleads for content. Besides, when he woke up in a luxury hotel bed with you naked in his arms, it made it incredibly more difficult to convince himself to get up to work.

The night before had been filled with its fair share of glasses of wine and plenty of delectable hors d'œuvres from room service which, ultimately, led to the two of you making use of that plush king size bed and expensive linen sheets. Now, an evening of bliss was countered by his blaring ringtone from his phone on the bedside table.

George let out a groan to the ceiling before heaving himself over to turn off the noise with a displeased tap of the 'snooze' button. When he flopped back down, you curled into his side, skin against skin, your arm around his middle, and your pressed a kiss to his jaw. With an easy smile, his arm draped over your shoulders to pull you closer, fingers dancing over your bare shoulder.

"Mm, morning." he greeted, his voice thick with sleep. A sound you'd never tire of.

"Morning," you echoed sweetly and nuzzled into his neck for an early morning cuddle.

The air of the hotel room felt icy from the air conditioning, in perfect contrast to the warm cocoon the two of you had made under the sheets with hot skin pressed against skin. George pulled the covers up higher around the both of you and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

He hummed tiredly, still drawing absentminded shapes over your bare shoulder with his fingertips, "I don't want to get up."

"I don't want you to get up," you agreed.

It wasn't easy for George to pry himself away from you—that had been the truth since the day you met—and so he succumbed to the wonderful pressure of staying with you in bed just a little longer. 'Snooze' was pressed four more times. On the sixth ring of his alarm, he knew he was really cutting it close for time and if he didn't get up and get his shit in gear, he would be late and, boy, would Toto have a lot to say about that.

George pried himself out of bed as fast as he could (which, spoiler, was still not very fast, ironically), with you chasing after his lips for more kisses that had him smiling against your lips. Once his feet were on the floor, he was still half leaning over the bed to keep kissing you, soft giggles shared between you at the ever-present joy of love.

With George now having to rush to dress to avoid being late and, you, who had a scheduled tour at one of the museums in the foreign city in under an hour, doing the same, there wasn't much time for chit chat. You both gathered your clothes from the night before that were strewn about the room, pulling on shoes and button-ups and, each, a pair of white dress slacks.

It had been a funny thing, the night before, noticing how similar your outfits had been. The only difference was that your collared shirt had been dark green and his was light blue, but your pants and brown boots were eerily alike. What's that they say about you turning into your partner over the duration of your relationship?

The two of your shared the elevator down to the hotel lobby, sharing a few more sneaky kisses in the momentary privacy, whispering 'see you later's and 'I love you's against smiling lips. When the doors slid open, he turned in the direction of the valet and you headed for the street, sharing one more hurried smile in your morning rushes.

You slipped your earbuds in once you were alone and out in the crisp morning air of another unfamiliar yet just as exciting city. Your music guided you through the walkable streets (with the help of Google Maps open on your phone) and you stopped in at a café for a quick breakfast to-go on the way to the museum.

Finally able to pause long enough to catch your breath while waiting for your order at the counter, you reached down to adjust the waistband of your slacks. You realized that they felt a little tight around your hips and sat a little funny around your waist; you could have sworn they were higher rise than this. You looked down at yourself, seeing the familiar straight leg cut of the white slacks that reached your feet...and seemed to bunch just a little more than usual around your ankles.

Meanwhile, George, stepping out of the car at the circuit, felt like he had equal parts gained and lost weight. The material of his slacks around his hips felt more spacious than normal and yet the waistband was sitting far too high up than he comfortably remembered them being the night before. He gave them a little adjustment before heading through the gates of the paddock to the flurry of photographers and their cameras.

As he walked, the sudden awareness of breeze on his ankles was apparent. Now, he was no stranger to cuffed pants, but he knew that his white slacks always rested right at the top of his loafers, never above. Unless he magically grew two centimeters overnight, something was seriously up.

With such a busy first hour getting breakfast and checking in with his team, he didn't think much of it. It wasn't until he was changing into his team kit later on in his driver's room that he decided to take a closer look at the pants in question. He checked the tag first, only to find the name of your favourite clothing store staring back at him.

Across the city, you were in the middle of the museum tour when your phone buzzed in your purse. Hidden amongst the crowd of your tour group, you slipped it out to read your text from George:

G: *1 image attached*

G: Looks like we had a bit of a fashion mix up this morning. Can't believe it took us two hours to realize!

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[haveihitanerve]

BUS! I know I came back to land for a reason…

Also- for-word: um. Be prepared? Its not innocent. At all. Not about a bus. Um. yeah. Don't watch around people. Yeah. thats all the advice i can offer. Now go off into the world Penelope Jemima B. D. And show the world who you are 😭

(the amount of distress i had while watching this is insane) anyway:

Idk what AJ and Tom were saying at the very beginning but cuteness 

“You're gonna fucking love it.” Tom is an iconic king but also AJ and Sam laughing at his dumb little jokey intro will always be the cutest thing to me

“Hopefully in that order…” yes please lol

“BUS!” AJ really enjoyed that- gorgeous cackle, 10/10. Sam doesn't know what to do with that and Tom has just reverted to repeating it bc… wow

“First murder.” “last murder” goodness gracious what lmaooo

Toms little pat on AJ’s back as they started the scene 😭

AJ awkwardly scooting away as Sam comes closer but also moving closer because he needs to at all times be touching them 😭

“You don't see young people reading anymore.” Ok idk if its intentional or not but every time we get a scene like this in any way sam always starts insulting young people for being on their “tablets and iphones” and etc etc, and i don't know if its an actual grievance that he has at this point lmao(even tho we as fans connect to them thru this but wtv lol) or if hes mocking old people for their grievances and either one works for me really lol i just wanna knowww

Sam: Good book? AJ: *every book ever created ever in the history of ever leaves his mind* yeah yeah, uh u-yeah uh its the-the the- the sexbook. Yeah thats such a good book AJ, i agree

“Quite a coincidence.” AJ: *blinks, not sure what to do with that information just casually dropped with nothing else* wha-what Sam: *smirks* Tom: *offstage* :D 

Sam: I wrote the sexbook Tom: *oh did you??* *legs crossed, hand over mouth, classic tom pose that slays every. single. time.*

“Arthur big dick” Tom shaking with silent laughter, AJ almost caving with a laugh, Sam laughing as he says it. Idk shared laughter means a lot to me

“Name five of them.” No thats foul- because AJ couldn't even think of one and now you’re making him come up with fivvveee titles sam??? Thats loowwww XD

“Big Dick 1, 2, 3 ,4 and 5.” The groan of the crowd lmaooo- they really wanted to hear AJ come up with creative titles lol

Tom’s disappointed nose pinch in the corner XD

“Im just gonna fangirl here real quick-” yes AJ! Yes! Finally we are represented!!

Sam: You're a girl? *slowly removes his hand from Aj’s shoulders* AJ: *did not think that far ahead, nor that it’d be commented on* ye-yes? Sam: ah.*contemplates* this is much creepier than I thought it was LMAOOOOO (Toms little grin shaky laugh in the corner 🫠)

“I just feel like your writing- it just really gets to the heart of- of the sexual experience.” truly, inspirational work Sam

“Didn't like it.” Silence as AJ just stares at him. :| yes. Do continue. 👀

Tom and AJ’s laugh as Sam just doesn't answer XD

“He-hello?” AJ sounded genuinely concerned for Sam lol

“Where did you go?” “the sea.” regrets it before the words are even out- XD

The way they both broke, shook for a few seconds, and then straightened in sync is insane

Its like a fricking switch was flipped holy shit- laughing- then suddenly sitting upright and focused again lol wow

Toms little giggling in the corner omfg-

“Are you getting off? Whe-where are you getting off?” He heard the joke and immediately corrected lmaooo

“Well, turn to page seven!” “Ahhh!” “Ahhh!!” the whole finger pointing and like “hahahaha i knew you'd say it you shit” is amazing and i adore it

“How old are you?” Has to clarify for the scene, i appreciate it sam lol

“32. How-how-” “okay.” “okay.” yeah maybe its better not to clarify sam’s age- seeing as hes been at sea for 60 years yet was clearly an adult when he wrote the book and- lets not get into it

“Im actually getting off at the next stop-” “mhumhmh” AJ and Tom’s little smiles at his dumbass joke ahhhh i love

Also- side note- his book gets off already at page seven??? Thats pretty early right? Or am i tweaking? Actually its a book about sex called Sexbook so nevermind, ignore me

“Im actually a writer myself.” “oh really? What have you written?” “big vagina 1, 2, 3.” Sam completely folds at that, and Tom’s little smile as AJ smirks, proud of himself ahhh such dorks :) 

“But i haven't- *breaks* i haven't released any yet because *voice shakes with laughter* im too afraid. *sam casually dying in the background trying not to laugh* Im too afraid of showing my work *breaks again* cause i will be judged.” The hand to the heart is truly my favorite thing XD

“Jemima.” Sam: *shit what was my name again* AJ: Arthur B. D. Sam: *thats right thank you* Arthur B. D. WOW!!! AJ remembered a name!!! Brilliant. 

Brilliant stagecraft of leaving the bus AJ, adore

Tom gets to be in a scene now! Yay!

“Boys…” Sam thought he could sit down and relax- nope! AJ is trying, but, yep he has to stand again too lol

Tom unbuttoning his shirt just to reveal a shirt underneath is a power move holy shit-

“As the united kingdom communist part we just cant take that.” Tom squints at him: mmmhmmm. *shakes head because he does not like that* Sam: *does it back equally as passive aggressive* mmmmmhhhmmm

“Us fine upstanding, british *lacking a very substantial british accent* communists that we are.” 

I see Tom is trying to revive Xavier???? Or smth…

“Oh what did you just stutter to me?” His strut-

AJ’s tongue in cheek smile as he approaches-

That chin tilt???????? Oh ma my my-

“How did you get my name so wrong?” ahh how quickly the mighty fall😔

“Magnus o. Puss.” AJ’s almost break at the name lmaooo

“Cause i have a full magnus full of o puss.” Sam’s breaking of character so completely that he just covers his face in shame lmaooo XD

“You just wiped your nose.” “Sorry.” “you're wearing a jumper.” wow tom- just insult everything about him i guess XD AJ: 😔sorry…

Aj trying to escape the scene. Tom: don't just sit down and cry! No mercy…XD

“Flatmate.” “oh!” AJ’s relief lmaooo

Tom: I’m the other flatmate. :/ keep trying buddy, one day you'll join the scene again lmaooo

“Get on the couch.” “how was your day?” “how was your day?” “how was your daaaay?” the way theyre actually sitting really close together with Tom almost leaning against Sam’s shoulder 🫠

“You know, my writing,” “We’re big fans.” Tom casually interrupts to clarify and support- and like- i know its for the scene and they’re building a really quick relationship- but AJ actually is a writer/director and they do actually watch his stuff-😭- anyway-

Sam and Tom’s continuous looks at each other “Oooooooh!”

“Its from your time.” THERE WE GO!!! SOME OLD JOKES!!!! “Oh yeah, just us two 65 year old women with our 32 year old flatmate!” lmaoooo they're all women and not one of them originally meant to be XD

“Well we were five.” “At first it didn't do much for us.” I would hope not Tom, but thanks for clarifying…

“As we matured-” “as we matured-” “Like our bible-” “like our bible-” im loving this casual repetition they have going on, wonderful

“It was spiritual but also exciting.” “like cocaine.” “like cocaine.” Sam would know… and still with the repetitions XD

“That would be convenient to the plot.” I love how Sam feels the need to say this aloud and not just subtly hint at it- because knowing the two idiots he’s on stage with- sorry, chaos demons- they would totally let him try to build it up like that, and then never actually get the plot going in that direction lmaooo

“Oh my gosh.” Sam and Tom both cracking at his gasp- now drum roll, will Aj stick to the plot or is he throwing in a curveball???

“Is it convenient to the plot?” Tom looks like he doesn't want it to be- just to annoy Sam lmaooo

“And i looked out the window temporarily-” *almost breaks* Aj- i love you, but there are more casual ways to let this further the plot, you know that right XD

“Well this sounds perfectly plausible.” After he and Tom just destroyed any way it could be plausible

“You've cracked my code did you?” we get a snippet of Aj’s delightful laughter, beautiful

“Pass the torch up. There you go.” AJ: *finger point of “clever”* lol

“You cant go off again back to sea.” “..okay.” AJ’s break at the easy agreement lol-

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW i did not expect a cute hug scene!!!!!! Yay!!!! 🫠💗

Ok- i will be honest- i really though Aj was going in for a kiss at first- and i kind of believe Sam thought so too with the whole “i always wanted a daughter” to solidify its purely sweet and not romantic just in case aj gets any more ideas lol

Sam’s “oh!” and hunch drop into Big Dick because he thought he was Tom’s assistant??? And not big dick, but here he is again lmaooo

Tom’s little vibrating act made AJ fold and i think its wonderful XD

Tom climbing on a chair because he needs to be taller ofc, classic

“You could look, im not wearing underwear.” Sam, not only looking, but doing the appreciate, yeah head nod is crazy

“Im everything you fear.” AJ interrupting his build up to monologue to snort is priceless

“You were just a lowly intern-” Hang on a fucking minute sam- Tom is how old???? That was 60 years ago- i don't care how young and lowly he was- he was at least a teenager which makes him a seventy something yead old man- y'know what its better not to ask

“Even you couldn't… open it.” Tom freezing in place in an effort not to laugh, Sam’s head hanging in disappointment, and AJ just having the time of his life 

THEM GENUINELY JUST LETTING/MAKING AJ WRITE THE ENDING OF HIS SEX BOOK ON STAGE IS THE BEST AND CRAZIEST THING EVER WHAAAAAAAT

Tom’s little head drop forward like “what are you saying aj? Oh you're doing this? Okaaay…” 

“Penelope.” sam. Sam. sammy. Samuel. Its Jemima. 

“Im trapped in a vagina.” Tom, AJ, and Sam all cracking at the perfectly set up joke, classic

“How is he doing this?” Sam not helping at all and making AJ come up with it XD

“He says it just- hes a ghost.” AJ has given up lmaooo

“Astral penetration.” AJ BREAKING FULLY, FOLD ON STAGE, MID STAGE!!!!

“Magnum o, full stop, puss.” Sam checking his watch to see how much he has to speed this up lmaoooo

“Hell die inside of that vagina.” *both break* XD

“Im in my office on another floor…” Tom really wanted to be in the scene and they keep forcing him out XD

“Hes astral penetrated me-” Sam fully folds on stage too- he knew, he just knew AJ would make it weird- specifically made it so that they were established as daughter-dad relationship- and yet AJ still found a way LMAOOOO

“Don't make me call security.” “Call security! I don't care!” “Security.” “JA. I am secure.” Tom baby im just not sure thats what he meant XD

“Im just going to put this out there: we have several copies.” lmaooo Aj come on!

“But then your friend would die inside wouldn't he?” AJ: *HAHAH FUCK YOU!!!* “ahh fuck.” Sam is impressed lol

WHERE DID HE GET THE SWORD?????

[drenched exit] sam: awww come on! *disappointed as though he didn't help set it up*

[door closes with a moist SMACK] Tom: *smiles because hes proud of himself*

“You've been meditating inside a big member!” why do they keep making it worse better

[juicy splash] Sam: *makes sound of disgust and disappointment*

“Its perfectly natural!” You tell ‘em king!

Physic powers?????

“You-you've pinned it to the wall.” … aj… theres no emoji or anything to convey my expression rn, but i assume its the same as yours so… yeah…

“You must challenge him.” AJ: *breaks fully because he did not expect sam to just appear behind him while hes being tortured?? by a man rubbing his own nipples*

“Feel the tension!” i feel the tension alright😭

Aj having to laugh mid battle (real) because  w h a ha t???

What is going on😭😭😭

OH MY GOD WHAT???? SAM ESCAPED THE VAGINA????

pleasedontkisspleasedontkisspleasedontkisspleasedontkisspleasekisspleasekiss

“That vagina was so acidic.” Sam please don't say things like that while you're dying in AJ’s arms- XD

“Im so happy i met you on the bus that day.” You mean literally that morning?? Or did i miss a time jump?

“The big vagina 4. *moans*” Death. 

aj helping tom up from the floor😭🫠

AND, SCENE!!! wow. That was… wow. Ok. Um. So. If you couldn't tell, i got very distressed towards the end. Like very. It was very good though, kinda what i expected. I’m sad Luke isn't there but glad he wasn't because it would have been so much worse 😭 but uh. Yeah. that was fun! So… hope you enjoyed???

@snek-of-eden you were so right, the chaos is unmatched and wow. Thank you!!

@dawn-speckled

[sprunkimortality-internetedition]

"Heeheeheeheehee~! Giggles!!"

[SiVior's tail wags rapidly as it remains latched onto Hansen. Vosk, with an exasperated sigh- or at least, the imitation of one- reached his hand over and grabbed the feral creature by the scruff. Just like that, it lets go of Hansen.]

"Sorry about that, Sir. SiVior gets, uh...excited, I guess I could say..."

[Vosk keeps a gentle hold on SiVior, who nestled comfortably in his arms.]

"Vee-Vee found me~! Nuzzle nuzzle!"

"Yeah. Thankfully. Don't wander off again."

"But I asked. Sticks tongue."

"I didn't hear you, jackass."

"Oops!"

[Another high-pitched giggle escaped the cryptid as Vosk sighed.]

"Yeah, we live far from here. Whole other universe, in fact, believe me or not. Little shit's been asking for a vacation for weeks now."

". . ."

[The creature wearing Simon's skin stares at Hansen unblinkingly.

Is it breathing? Is it moving at all? It was hard to tell.

However, the look in its eyes was unmistakably targeted.]

(HEHEHEHE HI MOD x was gonna do this in an anon ask but apparently anons cant send pictures so boo...anyways woe sivior be upon ye)

Hansen dons his vest and sheriff's hat having finished up his paperwork for the morning, and steps outside. There is a cool breeze, a fine haze of fog filling the cobblestone streets of the village... and directly in front of the sheriff's office stands- ... well... whatever this thing is. Hansen's hackles immediately raise and his ears pin back, but he makes no sudden movements aside from a polite tip of the hat. "Well-... erh... Howdy. Mornin' to you. Anythin' I can help ya with?" His voice wavers and sounds choked... And behind that bandanna, he wears and beneath the shadow the brim of his hat makes, it almost looks as if he had been crying. those weren't sounds of fear he was making.

[jazzy96scorpio]

A Spark in the Darkness

Chapter 7 Through Blood and Tears

Description: As you continue you trip with Joel and Ellie, you got attacked by raiders. After all that blood and fight you and Joel are finally together in embrace. SMUT at the end. 😉

I tried to follow the original script most possible.

Warnings ⚠️: Adult content, mention of murder, violence, angst, sex, unprotected sex, SMUT, fluff,

Pairing: You / Joel Miller

Word count: 2800🫣

As you continued your journey, Ellie expressed a desire to try shooting. Joel agreed, offering to teach her. You watched them practice, a smile on your face.

"Wide right," Joel instructed. "You're flinching."

"The target's too small," Ellie complained.

"I made it bigger than I should've," Joel replied. "Eject the cartridge."

"And I am not flinching," Ellie insisted. "The rifle just sucks."

"You need to stay calm and slow down your breathing," you advised. "Just focus on the target."

"It doesn't aim right," Ellie grumbled.

"You'll see," Joel said, taking the rifle from her. He demonstrated the proper technique. "A deep breath in, slow breath out," he instructed.

"You squeeze the trigger like you love it.

Gentle… steady… nice and slow."

"You gonna shoot this thing or get it pregnant?" Ellie says.

"Well, he can get me pregnant if he wants," you joked, looking at Joel. Ellie giggled, while Joel flinched slightly by your words as he took the shot. He glanced at you, a slightly flustered expression on his face.

You laughed. "Sorry, you got distracted, huh?"

He shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "Give me the rifle," you said, deciding to try your hand at it.

As you prepared to shoot, Joel leaned in close, his voice low and suggestive. "I'm gonna get you pregnant for sure, hun'," he whispered, trying to distract you.

But you were focused. You took aim and fired, hitting the target.

"Shit, she hit it," Ellie exclaimed, impressed and slightly annoyed. "How did you shoot it like that?"

Joel was also amazed.

"Well," you explained, "my dad was the best sniper in the country. He taught me very well."

"That's a talent, girl," Joel commented, admiration in his voice.

You continued your trip, Ellie riding a horse with Joel. She peppered him with questions about what things were like before, her curiosity insatiable.

As you approached the university building, Joel remarked, "Well, how 'bout that? Made it in five days."

"Easy days," Ellie quipped. "I don't know what Tommy was so afraid of."

"Still time to find out," you added, a sense of unease creeping into your voice.

You searched the building, but it was empty. In one of the rooms, you found a map with pins marking a specific location. You pointed it out to Joel. "That's where they went?" you asked.

"All the pins lead there," Joel confirmed. "Maybe gettin' ahead of the weather… better facilities? I don't know."

Suddenly, you heard the sound of raiders passing nearby.

"We need to sneak out," Joel whispered urgently. "Out the back. Ready?"

"Yeah," you whispered back.

You quietly made your way to the back of the building, where your horses were waiting.

"Come here, get on the horse," Joel instructed Ellie.

As Ellie mounted her horse, a raider attacked Joel. He managed to strangle the man, but not before being stabbed.

"Ellie, run!" you yelled, your voice filled with panic. "We'll catch up!"

You saw Joel pull the knife from his stomach and throw it on the ground.

"Joel! Get on the horse!" you shouted, helping him to mount.

He extended a hand, and you climbed onto the horse behind him. Raiders were closing in.

"Get him!" one of them yelled.

You fired your gun at the raiders, managing to take one down.  After a tense chase, you managed to escape.

"They're not following us," you said, relief washing over you. "I think we're safe."

Just then, Joel fell from the horse.

"Joel?" you cried out, fear gripping your heart. "Joel, no, no, no! Shit! Fuck!"

Ellie helped you get him into an old, abandoned house nearby.

You rushed into the basement of the old house, Joel slumped on the floor, his breathing shallow. Ellie was frantic, her eyes wide with fear.

"Open your eyes," she pleaded with Joel. "Joel, you gotta get up. We can't fuckin' do this without you."

You looked at her, trying to calm her despite the fear gnawing at you. "Ellie, he'll be fine," you said, your voice reassuring. "We need to help him." The wound, while serious, didn't appear to be immediately fatal.

"Get my backpack," you instructed Ellie, "I have a first aid kit." You took Joel's hand in yours, his skin clammy and cold. "Joel," you said, your voice firm, "you need to be strong, my love. This is gonna hurt. I need to stitch your wound to stop the bleeding."

You looked at Ellie. "I've done this before," you told her, trying to reassure her. "Don't worry. I'll need your help." Joel winced in pain, but you worked quickly, trying to minimize his suffering. Ellie, though visibly shaken, did her best to assist you.

Once you finished stitching Joel's wound, you turned to Ellie. "Watch him," you instructed. "Give him water. And don't leave the house. I need to find medicine for him, he could get an infection. I'll try searching the area. We also need food. Be brave," you encouraged her. "I'm gonna be back soon. Okay?"

Ellie nodded. You mounted your horse, a knot of worry tightening in your stomach, and rode off, hoping to find something to help Joel.

As you went through the woods, you managed to take down a deer. But soon after two men appeared, they wanted a deer. A tense negotiation ensued, and you struck a deal: the deer in exchange for medicine for Joel. One of the men left to retrieve the medicine, while you remained with the other, waiting.

The man suggested you build a fire to warm yourselves, explaining that his friend might take some time to return.  You, wary but with no other choice, agreed.

The man you were waiting with revealed that the man who stabbed Joel was part of his group, and that he knew you weren't alone. You silenced him with words "Can you please shut the fuck up."

Soon, the other man returned. "She is the one that killed our guys, isn't she?" he accused.

"She did that to protect herself,"David, says. "Lower the gun. And give her the medicine."

"So you’re just gonna let her get away?" the other man protested.

"Don't fucking move," you warned them both. Then, you grabbed the medicine and spurred your horse, going back to Joel as fast as you could.

Ellie was happy to see you. You quickly injected the penicillin into Joel.  That night, you and Ellie kept vigil over him, hoping he would recover.

In the morning, as you left the house, you spotted a group of raiders searching the area.  Realizing they are looking for you and Joel, you rushed back to Ellie. "We need to distract them," you urged. "They'll kill Joel if they find him. You get on the horse and run. I'll stay and try to take them down."

You managed to kill one raider, but they shot her horse out from under Ellie, causing her to fall. They quickly surrounded and captured you.  "I want them alive," you heard David say.

Soon, you and Ellie were locked in a cage in a small room. Ellie was terrified, but you tried to comfort her.

David entered the room. "Why am I in a cage?" you demanded.

"Because I’m afraid of you," David replied. "You’re a dangerous person. You’ve certainly proven that. The others, they want me to kill you for all that’s happened. Did you hear me say the others wanna kill you?"

"I don't give a fuck," you retorted.

"But I stopped them," David said.

Meanwhile, Joel woke up and realized you were gone. He managed to subdue a couple of raiders, tying two of them up. He questioned them relentlessly.

"They are alive," one of the men, Timothy, stammered.

"Where?" Joel growled.

"Ah, fuck! Fuck! Ah, the town!" Timothy cried.

"What town?!" Joel roared.

"Silver Lake! Ah! It’s not a real town name. It’s a resort," Timothy whimpered.

"A resort?" Joel repeated.

"You’re gonna point to where we are… and where your ‘resort’ is. And it better be the exact same spot your buddy points to," Joel threatened.

After he showed him the location, Joel killed them both.

@joelsknees GIF

Back in the cage, David returned. He tried to manipulate you, to convince you to join him. "You see a lot," he said. "So do I. And you know what I see when I look at you? Me. You remind me of me. You’re a natural leader, you’re smart… loyal. Violent."

"You don’t know anything about me," you spat.

"But I do," David insisted. "If I let you out of that cage right now, put that knife of yours in your hand, you’d stick me in a second. You have a violent heart."

"I would definitely cut your throat in a second if I just had a chance," you confirmed, your eyes blazing.

He then turned his attention to Ellie, trying to gain her trust. But Ellie, sensing his true nature, bit him. 

Enraged, David threatened you. "I'm gonna chop you into little pieces."

Moments later, he returned with another man, Jason. They took you out of the cage and put you on a table. Ellie screamed, begging them to stop.

"Wait, wait! Don’t! Don’t do that to her! Please, don’t do it!" she pleaded.

"I’m infected! I’m infected," Ellie cried, desperation in her voice. David scoffed. "And now so are you." She rolled up her sleeve, revealing a bite mark. "Look at it. Look at it!" David stuck the knife into the table right to your head.

David hesitated, then opened the cage, letting her out. He reached for her hand, as if to reassure her.

"No," he said, his voice uncertain. "No, she would’ve turned by now. This isn’t real."

"It looks pretty fuckin’ real to me," Jason said, his eyes on Ellie.

You saw your chance. You grabbed a knife and stabbed Jason. "Run, Ellie, run!" you screamed.

Ellie, seizing the opportunity, shoved David aside and fled the room. You quickly stood up, punching David in the nose as you ran towards the door. He stumbled, grabbing his gun, but his shot missed you.

Ellie and you managed to escape and hide in the dining hall. The doors were locked, you were trapped.

"There’s no way out, girls," David says. "The doors are locked. And I have the keys."

You grabbed your knife, adrenaline coursing through you, and attacked David as he was near you. You managed to stab him, but he was still too strong, still fighting. You snatched the keys from his waist.

"Ellie! Run!" you yelled, throwing the keys to her.

David pinned you to the floor, his weight pressing down on you. Ellie scrambled for the keys and fled.

"Oh," David sneered, his voice laced with malice. "I thought you already knew. The fighting is the part I like the most. Don’t be afraid."

You spat in his face. "Fuck you," you hissed. "I'm gonna chop you, bastard!"

He ripped open your shirt, his eyes filled with a cruel hunger. He released one of your hands, reaching for his pants. But with your free hand, you grabbed your knife above your head and stabbed him in the shoulder.

"I told you that… I'm gonna chop you," you said, a chilling laugh escaping your lips. He begged you to stop, pleading for his life.

"Go to hell, motherfucker," you snarled, raising the knife. You brought it down, chopping his hands. "This is because you touched me," you said, your voice cold and deadly. Then, you swung the knife down again and again, striking him repeatedly in the head until he was dead.

Joel found Ellie she got scared. He says "I got you babygirl, it's me."

She was terrified, her face pale. "Joel, she's inside… he's gonna…" she stammered, unable to articulate the horror she had witnessed.

@joelsknees GIF

Just at that moment. Joel burst into the room. Joel's eyes fell upon you. The scene was horrific – you were covered in blood, your hands and face smeared crimson, the mangled remains of David beneath you.  Rage and madness flickered in your eyes as you lifted your head and saw him.

"Joel… you're…" you whispered, your voice barely audible.

He rushed to you, pulling you into a tight embrace. "I'm here, darlin'," he murmured, his voice thick with relief.

He gently took the knife from your hand and threw it aside. He put his jacket around your shoulders, shielding you from the gruesome sight. Then, he led you away, leaving the carnage behind.

🩶

One day later, you found a small, abandoned cabin nestled deep within the woods. It was old and weathered, but it offered shelter, a place to rest and recover. Joel immediately set about building a fire, the warmth spreading through the small space. You heated water so you could clean up, the events of the day still raw in your mind.

After a much-needed rest, you shared a simple meal of rabbit stew, which Joel had managed to catch. As darkness fell, Ellie, exhausted and emotionally drained, announced she was going to bed.

"Ellie, I'm so sorry you had to go through all of that," you said.

She hugged you tightly. "You saved my life," she whispered. "Thank you."

"I will always," you promised, squeezing her back. "Good night… and sleep well. Watch out for bugs," you joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Joel watched you both, his expression softening. After Ellie went into the bedroom, he turned to you, his eyes filled with gratitude.

"You saved me," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "And her. Thank you so much." He pulled you into a close embrace, kissing you deeply. "Did he hurt you?" he asked, his voice trembling. "I can't imagine what you've been through. I wasn't there to protect you…"

You looked at him, your heart aching for the pain he was carrying. "He tried to," you said softly, "but you saw what happened to him. You know I'm a fighter, right? And a little psycho, maybe," you added with a small, reassuring smile.

"You are incredible, my love," he whispered. "I was so afraid I'm gonna lose you." He kissed you again, his touch tender yet passionate. "I love you," he murmured.

"I love you too," you replied.

"Joel, your wound," you said. You gently lifted his shirt, examining the stitches. "It's getting better," you said with relief. "You need to rest." You took his hand and led him to the old sofa. He sat down, pulling you onto his lap.

"I need you so bad," he whispered, his eyes filled with longing.

"Joel, you need to rest and be careful," you say.

"Nothing hurts me when you're around," he said, his voice husky.

He then reached for your pants, he gently pulled them down your legs, followed by your panties, leaving you half naked.

He looked at you, his eyes filled with raw desire. "Darlin'," he whispered, his voice rough as gravel, "come here. I need this sweet pussy more than anything. More than air in my lungs."

You straddled him, he settled you more comfortably on his legs, he slowly pulled your shirt over your head, his gaze lingering on your exposed skin.

His fingers traced the curve of your waist, the swell of your hips, making you shiver with want. He then unclasped your bra.

His eyes burned with a mixture of lust and love, hot and heavy. He leaned in, kissing you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth, igniting a fire down low. He then trailed his kisses down your neck, his lips teasing your breasts, before finally capturing one in his mouth, sucking gently, making you moan.

He then reached for his own belt, he pulled his pants down, revealing his hard cock, throbbing with anticipation. He looked at you, his eyes filled with raw desire.

You hesitated for a moment, your eyes meeting his, you give him a gentle kiss. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, you guided his cock inside you.

"Oh, darlin'," he groaned, his hands gripping your waist, pulling you closer. "You feel so damn good. So hot and wet and all mine."

You began to move, your hips swaying rhythmically, each thrust deepening the connection between you. His hands roamed your body, caressing your back, your breasts, your ass, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

He whispered in your ear, "You're a goddess, sweetheart," he murmured.

"Pure fire and silk… and all mine to own… every single, delicious inch. Gonna mark you tonight, darlin'. Make sure everythin' about you screams my name."

"Yes, Joel," you moaned, your voice filled with desire. "Only yours… fuck, yes, yours… and don't you ever forget it."

"Damn right, you are," he growled, his grip tightening on your hips, urging you closer, making you grind against him. "I'm gonna make you scream my name tonight, darlin'."

The rhythm intensified, the world fading away as you became lost in the moment. Your thrusts were deep and powerful, each one sending waves of pleasure through your body. You leaned forward, kissing him fiercely, your fingers tangling in his hair.

"I love you," he gasped, his breath catching in his throat. "More than words can say… gonna spend the rest of my days showin' you, darlin'. Gonna spend every last breath provin' it to you, sweetheart."

"I love you too," you replied, your voice trembling with emotion. "More than life itself… more than anything."

As you reached your peak, your body convulsed, and you cried out his name. "Joel...FUCK… Joel!"

"That's it, baby," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "Scream for me… let me hear you… Feel that, darlin'? You're drippin' for me…Goddamn, you're so hot."

"I'm close," he groaned, his body tensing, his eyes glazed with pure, animal pleasure.

With a final, powerful thrust, he lifted you slightly, his hands gripping your waist, holding you suspended above him. He cried out as he came, his hot cum erupting onto your pussy, coating you in his warmth. You collapsed against him, your bodies intertwined, your breathing heavy.

Then cupped your face in his hands, his eyes filled with a tender passion. He kissed you softly, his lips lingering on yours. "I want more," he whispered.

You smiled, saying "It's enough for tonight, cowboy," you teased gently. "We've both had a long day… and an even longer night."

He nuzzled his face against your neck, his breath warm against your skin. "Just holdin' you close is enough," he murmured. "You're all I need."

"You're all I need too, Joel," you replied, your voice soft. "You're my everything."

He tightened his hold on you, pulling you closer. "Promise me you'll never leave me," he whispered, his voice laced with a vulnerability he rarely showed.

"I promise," you said, your heart overflowing with love for this gruff, tender man. "I'll be right here, always."

He kissed you once more, a lingering, loving kiss that sealed your promise.  "You're my world, sweetheart," he murmured. "My light in the dark."

"And you're mine," you whispered back. "My strength, my love, my home."

He held you close, his arms wrapped protectively around you.  "I love you," he whispered, his voice soft as he drifted off to sleep, content in your embrace. Your heart overflowing with love for this man who had become your everything.  And as you fell asleep in his arms, you knew that no matter what the future held, you would face it together.

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[sandinthepipes]

In these shitty times I remind you to DITCH CHROME AND GOOGLE and use a reliable browser who won't sell you and your mom.

TL;DR. DuckDuckGo both search engine and browser is a good option for everybody and everyday purpose

I'd think duckduckgo both browser and search engine is a good

If you use iPhones and Mac Safari isn't the worst.

Tor is the best in terms of privacy, but it's run by volunteers so it's better if you don't use it to watch YouTube and download stuff, it's also very slow for socials.

Brave browser is slightly better then duckduckgo, but for average use it's almost the same. Also it has had a couple of controversies overtime.

I've recently found out that duckduckgo has it's own browser as well!!!!! AND it's available on both pc and android and I believe even ios and Mac.

Duckduckgo is (mainly) a search engine that doesn't try to sell you stuff like Google, gives you what you search for unfiltered, doesn't collect your data's, AND datas are filtered and bounced around multiple times to encrypt them better.

I know ecosia is appealing because of the trees, you can still use it, but be aware that there's basically no difference between that and Google. It's not secure nor you're guaranteed the results aren't filtered according to whatever strikes them at the moment

[borgialucrezia]

(If Cesare is dissatisfied that Micheletto isn't his brother instead of Juan) "Not exactly, because Cesare and Micheletto's relationship is more or less secret, hidden. They don't know too much about each other. Well, Micheletto has absolutely no grasp of what the rest of Cesare's life is, and Cesare is very respectful of Micheletto being so secretive about himself, and I don't think he really wants to know. It's not really a friendship, because there is an idea of hierarchy, but it's not master and slave, either. It's not boss and employee. It's something very complex. It's not equal, but there is a lot of trust. While with Juan, I think it all comes from a very deep place. His brother faces different struggles and is very naive, so Cesare pushes him by teaching him lessons. He also understands how hard it must be to do that, or at least he had good intentions towards him in the beginning, with some sort of really loving brotherly undertone under all of this hard teaching." — François Arnaud

[vvildside]

eddie has no business to have such a full plump pink lips like that no wonder venom only want him to be his host brah

[honey-bird10]

**tsctir ch 402 spoilers!!**

“However, I won’t promise not to steal you away from your younger brother.”

“What are you saying? And if Yoohyun charges at you, won’t you fight back? You can't let something bad happen to my brother.”

“I’ll just quickly hide behind Han Yoojin.”

WHAT THE FUCK MAN THEY'RE SO SWEET TO EACH OTHER I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE

The thought made me laugh out loud. No matter how much he crouched, he wouldn’t be fully hidden.

“Once everything’s over. Once everything’s truly settled. It would be fun to hang out then.”

“After everything’s over.”

[truthsinwhispers]

People are soooooooooo quick to shit on people who deal with emotional disregulation it makes me fucking sick. When you express your stress through tears you're a crybaby. When you're quick to frustration, you're either overly dramatic or you're violent and scary. When you have the gall to get too happy, you're childish or straight up crazy.

Living with emotional disregulation comes with having to grow thick skin because people will call you every fucking name under the sun because you have the audacity to express emotions that are constantly ramped up to an eleven no matter which one you're feeling. You're loud, you're sensitive, you're overemotional, you're weak, you're soft, you're childish, you're naive, you're too much you're too much you're too much you're too much you're too much you're a burden because people now have to handle you.

Where do people think they have a right to judge others for feeling? I may be quick to express my emotions, but you're quick to judge and condemn and on a societal level that should be worse.

[gregoftom]

pretty sure i’ve seen romance movies with scenes like this