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lyxvija · 8 months ago

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heard you wanna ramble about our bug bf huh? GO AHEAD!! make it angsty.... here's my suggestion HUEHEUEHUE im feeling evil.

s/o sees him getting touchy with the twins, its just his nature, but they're jealous, they try to get at him, fail miserably. and when they confront each other He's already in a pissy mood after a long day of work, maybe he yells at them, maybe tries to dismiss them, they're not communicating, throwing accusations at each other.

OR MAYBE! he's gone too long and been too busy at work and can't spend much time with his s/o and so they try to discuss it with him but he's too tired and grumpy to hear it.

OR EVEN THIS!!! The twins or someone get into his head, telling him that s/o only wnats him for his money

I CAN THINK OF SO MUCH SJDJDJEJRJRJR

or maybe even get a lil

freaky

iykwim 👀

ramble to us pookie wookie 🤭🫶🏻 /pos /gen /friendly

i think ill go with being the 🪐 anon just future reference 🫶🏻

Okay powerful magic spaceball floating in the universe Anon...

HEAR ME OUT. I already had a similar scenario like that in mind one month ago and PLANNED to write a one-shot about something like that! >: D If it's okay, I´d like to do that one now. <3You get:

Mammon x Gen! Neutral Reader TAGS: Cheating, kinda break-up, ANGST

Mam and Reader have a fight, Mammon makes a horrible mistake and now has to pay the price.

Edit: I went overboard...accidentally wrote half of a one-shot. XD

So this is part one.. hahahahah

Mammon and you were a thing now. Well, for quite some time. You were overjoyed when the King of Greed seemed to get interested in you. It wasn't easy, not gonna lie, but you two managed. Mammon wasn't the easiest to be around, but somehow, you still loved him regardless. Despite what your friends told you, it felt genuine. Like he really meant it and didn't see you as some kind of arm candy or pet to keep just for fun. Your heart told you that, so you simply ignored everyone's remarks.

Mammon was extremely jealous and possessive. There was hardly any moment when you interacted with somebody else, where he didn't feel the need to step in and show the other that you were his. At home (well his home since the mighty king would never spend any second in your shitty apartment so he just took you with him) he often made nasty remarks of how dude A surely had the hots for you or that gal B was just after you to get closer to him. It was absolutely ridiculous! Every time you told him that this was not true, that you only have eyes for him, even if somebody else WOULD have a crush on you. In some way you even felt flattered that a Deadly Sin would be so protective over an unimportant hellborn like you.

But GOSH, one day he even went wild because you talked to the Glam sister. For real?! Yes, Glitz had been frisky, but hell! They are flirty and cocky with everyone! No matter how much you tried to ensure him that you DID NOT have a thing for them and that they were in no way any danger to you and him, Mammon´s jealousy and anger never seemed to fade.

"Yeah? If ya really aint fallin for their jiggly boobs, why did you smile at them and oh bring them some fucking coffee?! And by the way, I SAW HOW YOU LOOKED AT GLAM´S FAT ASS!!"

You stared at him for a second. "Excuse me??"

"YEAH DUH! I KNOW WHAT I SAW AND DONT LIE TO ME, CAUSE I KNOW YOU ENJOYED IT!"

Again, you stared at him in disbelief. "Wtf? First, I smile at them because I am just being nice to them! Second, where the hell am I supposed to look when they ask me which of their butts are bigger? And third-"

"THEY FUCKING ASKED WHAT?!" Mammon screamed in his demonic voice, steam pouring out of his mouth with every breath. He pinned you against the wall. Eight eyes of glowing green bore down onto you.

You should have been afraid, but couldn't help to feel another thing:

You felt offended.

Baring your in comparison way smaller teeth, you hissed at him. "For hell´s sake! Get your shit together Mammon! Fuking belive me when I tell you that nothing happened!" Your sudden outburst seemed to have startled him. Never had you snapped at him like that.

"Why would you even believe I would do such a thing?! Don't you trust me??"

The big Jester fumbled with his words, but managed to grumble under his breath: "How the fuck am I supposed to know.. I mean-"

"How are you supposed to know? Are you serious?? Gosh! Because I tell you every god damn day! Maybe that´s how!"

Now he just stood there, clenching his fists and facing the floor. His expression sour. "I jus´ don't like sharing you with others... okay?"

Your posture softens and you put your hand on one of his lower arms.

"It´s okay. I know you have difficulties with that, Babe. I am sure we can work this out. Okay?" <3

He was quiet for a few seconds but then answered: "Yeah...but could you please talk less to them? You know... it is making me angry."

You inhaled and held your breath, trying to hold back your frustration. It was obvious it wouldn't be easy with him, but you honestly would expect a bit more from an immortal entity than acting like a damn man-child. A Mam-child. Oh dear...

"No, sorry can not do. I work with them. I have to at least talk to them. Besides, you have to learn to trust me. You can't force me to keep away from people only because you want me to. This is not how it works!"

Mammon huffed, gripped your shoulders and drew your face close to his. "Listen, you little brat, I am really trying here! So cut me some slack and get your cute little ass off and away from them." His voice was low and threatening. This was in no way a suggestion. This was a demand.

"No." you said firmly and looked him deep in the eyes.

"No?" he repeated. Sparks danced around his features. Mammon tried to intimidate you just like he did with all of his employees and servants. But you were no servant. While the tone and his looming presence made your heart race and your knees weak, you still refused to give it. While it was true that you were just a measly hellborn in comparison to a mighty entity like him, but last time you checked you were his lover. His little gold nugget.

"I said no! You cannot tell me what to do and who to stay away from...just like I could never tell you to stay off the Glam sisters. I saw how they try to get in the sheets with you! But do I make a fuss about it? No!"

Mammon started to laugh. "Ya think I can´t tell you what to do? Pleeeaaase. I am your boss AND your king! If I tell you to get me some coffee, you bring me some coffee, If I tell you to hold my golden staff while I take a shit, you better do so and if I tell you to not get anywhere near those slutty cunts, you better do!"

He painfully clenched your cheeks between his thumb and index finger. You stared at him wide-eyed, trying to pry his hand off you.

"Did I make myself clear or do I have to repeat?"

It was the first time you had ever felt afraid of him. With his smirk twisted into a sadistic grin and his green glowing eyes staring down at you, there was no trace of your sweet boyfriend. The intensity of his glare was too much for you to handle

With panic growing inside your chest, you yelled at him. "Let me go! NOW!"

"As you wish." Mammon released you at once, making you fall down to the floor.

You rubbed your behind and looked up at him. Tears started to well in your eyes. His words and the way he treated you, shocked you.

Mammon huffed offended and frowned. "Tsk! Come on! Now that didn't hurt."

"You... You can't treat me like this! You are my boyfriend, remember? You can´t treat me like some sort of...like.." you stuttered, holding back your tears. What hurt the most the disinterested look he gave you. How he dismissed your feelings. Somehow it scared you even more that he didn't even give a shit of the effect he had on you right now.

"Now listen here, cunt! I can do whatever I want and with whoever I want! What do you think? That you have some kind of power over me? is that what you´re thinking? Is that what gets you off?? Hah! is that why you spend your fucking breaks with these other vermin instead of coming to my office? Oh yeah! You must feel so fucking powerful making ol´ Mammon pissed-"

"THAT IS NOT TRUE! THAT IS NOT TRUE!" You shouted, tears still streaming down your cheeks. You were disturbed of the absolute paranoia, the things he told himself, the way he thought about you. It was like someone put a knife in your heart and stirred it.

"LIKE I GIVE A BLOODY SHIT OF WHAT YOU THINK!! YOU THINK YOU CAN DO ANYTHING NOW, DONTCHA?! THAT YOU ARE BETTER THAN ME? THAT YOU CAN DO WITH ME WHATEVER YA WANT JUST BECAUSE WE SHARE A BED AND YOU SUCK MY DICK?? BUT GUESS WHAT! I CAN DO WHAT I WANT AND YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT SHOULD BE GRATEFUL FOR WHAT YOU GOT!!"

Your heart almost stopped hearing insult after insult. He was out of his mind. You couldn't even comprehend what he was saying. What is happening here?! How did things escalate so quickly??

"Okay... I am going home.. and you.. you.. calm down." You tried so hard to sound steady but failed miserably. Your sobbing kept on interrupting. "W-We talk.. tomorrow."

With that, you turned around and left. You didn't even try to hide your pathetic crying.

#my writing #mammon x reader #ask

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blizzardfluffykpop · 8 months ago

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Hello, ‘tis I. As my primary resident The Boyz stan mutual, I am humbly asking for some suggestions about getting to know them since I’m seeing them at the end of July. I like, know their names but couldn’t put them to faces really. I know Ju Haknyeon because P101 s2, but he was like 16 or 17 at that point so I’m sure he’s pretty different now. Anyway, I’ve already gotten some info from others but I know that if anyone has lots of knowledge about The Boyz, it’s you.

Hello 🤭💖 good to know I earned that title~ I have many suggestions- But I think I'll do a thorough answer beneath this paragraph- and base them on content and things~ But omg you're seeing them at the end of July!? I'm seeing them in New York in the middle of July! That's so cool that we're both getting to see them this year! I absolutely understand- Oh heck yeah- I only have seen clips of that but I'm glad you already have a slight start~ I wonder what you've learned so far 👀 But it's so sweet to know that you turned to me for this 🥺💖(this is gonna get really long and it's just because I cannot shut up about them even if I tried- I really hope this helps).

For me I really like Idol Human Theaters and always enjoy them. And I think that's a good place to start they helped me get to know them- It really shows you how funny they are. I really suggest going in order and I'll link that here ~ Personally my favorites are their Athletic one (Killing both the stage & Cloth P.E. Students) and their drinking one (What Happens On Daytime Get-Together).

Now if you lean more into scary content I def suggest Wings of Escape ep 1, & Episode 2 (tbh as a person who really can't take scares- it's only scary for the 1st 5 minutes) I spend the rest laughing- it's so silly- I go back to watch it all the time. For me, I really like knowing who the cowards are- as a coward myself :) (how I ended up biasing 2 noncowards idk-at least I bias one that is) Like Q- man is giddy over the scares and is so excited to go in- (His team is my favorite) But Ju Haknyeon is the coolest- he's the type of friend you want if you're going somewhere scary. Sunwoo is my representative in that escape room.

Now if you love mafia content (they have several) but like "high quality" The Boyz (1): The Convoyz (2) is sososo good- You get to see how they lie and trick and figure each other out. (I've never seen a group with no sense for mafia before them 😭 I love them sm) And then in the second episode you see them play by teams against each other and it really shows their team efforts!

Now this will be a longer one but The Boyz Come On! God Saeng 😭🥺 holds such a big and special place in my heart- it made me fall for each of their personalities even harder. Like Jacob drives so much like me and has sm fun and takes care of "the kiddos" while Sangyeon's car- everyone falls asleep cause he drives so gently. And when they all went to go to bed how they each talked 😭😭 It's so gentle- they have sm fun- (there is a part I hate just because of the producers but tbz themselves... oh yeah that's my soft spot) I really could go on about each member- but the way Juyeon volunteers for dishes- and how they cheer on each other for bowling (even on opposite teams)... Oh yeah I bawled my eyes out :)

My favorite content is one of the first contents of their own that watched was Deobi University (1): Vacation (2) ! It's so funny, but it's one of those contents when you watch it again with more knowledge about them that it truly becomes hilarious, so that's why it's at the bottom of the list. But the way they play around in the water, and everyone enjoys themselves- and the game they play inside the house!? (These little weirdos 🥺💖)

Now for regular content that isn't "funny" I really suggest if you want to know more about their hard work and dedication- (other than their kingdom & all that) there is Off The Boyz their behinds- I have one that I always watch and it's 2023 SBS performance behind one. It really shows their talents and there is a vv funny moment with Kevin (he looks like humpty dumpty for a second). The performance from that: Intro + Watch It 2023 Gayodaejeon (am I little salty about Juyeon not getting the spotlight when he prepared so hard for his part of the intro dance... yes, but that's besides the point- it is still beyond amazing) But there's also their Zeneration preparation for their tour last year- and you'll see how much hard work they put into it- like seeing Hyunjae trust the rest of them to catch him- and nail the Only One move after not doing it for so long was just incredible. And then Younghoon is the thumbnail with the kitty~

If you wish to cry your eyes out, I got just the content for you it is very long but it really digs into their dynamics one on and one. Dear.THE BOYZ (which "Dear." also a song they produced for their fans that they all partook in 🥺) Here's the encore concert version of the song

[I have an older deobi friend from insta and if you'd like I can grab some of her suggestions (they're on my phone and she always makes me little playlists to catch up on haha) And she also has given me little introductory twitter threads of "The Boyz and their animals" and whatnot so if you'd like any of that kind of content pls lmk~]

I won't lie ik this is prolly a lot and if you want different suggestions- or more narrowed down suggestions pls lmk! I'll be happy to provide- say you want really cool stages Shine Shine + The Stealer or their solo stages feel free to ask again~ I wasn't too sure what kind of content would help you get to know them better- but I tried my best and I hope you enjoy at least one of these! (If you like interviews more so I do know a few good ones too)

And I also have live performances suggestions~ And if you figure out your bias I can prolly give you more personalized suggestions that way too~

One LAST thing: If you wish to talk about them/the concert and any of their content- I'm all ears~

#did this get a lot longer than i imagined and took a lot longer to do than i thought- mayhaps...#i had to make a playlist for the idol human theaters cause the one i was gonna share wasn't updated with the newest contents so there's tha #i really can't shut up about them- i am so sorry- i hope this is actually helpful and not just full of rambles #it's prolly 10% helpful and 90% rambles #but seriously if none of this content hits your appetite right- pls lmk- or if you're more into certain varieties- i swear they're versatil #so if you like weekly idol or what not they have content there too- but- i'm just going on in the tags :)... I'm stopping there :)#kate rambles #lovely mutuals #ask #asks #reingesting their rtk content hurts now btw- knowing that reveal could have been their last cb- i'm in such pain from it

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felixantares · 1 year ago

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7 please!!

Hi LT! (I knew you would be here with shrines questions eventually 😂❤️)

7. Where did the title come from?

OH I love this question!! All my titles come from Lord Huron’s Strange Trails album. I went back and forth on giving titles for the future fics, but I’m gonna bc i don’t care about spoilers and also i put too much work into my titles to let them go unheard lmao because who knows how long it’ll take me to finally write all 5 of these.

the series title, build me no shrines, sing me no songs, comes from Way Out There. Specifically this chunk of lyrics: “I belong bodily to the earth / I'm just wearing old bones from those that came first / There are many more flames when mine is gone / They will build me no shrines and sing me no songs” (but honestly the whole song is perfect for the series). The title and the original idea seed sort of came together, but it’s grown into it’s title as I’ve outlined I think. Harry’s doesn’t want to be a saviour. He’s just a kid fighting his hardest in a war that he didn’t start. Also the ‘wearing old bones’ bit is a fun reference to future arthurian shenanigans 👀

the title for the first fic/year three, a sign in the midnight sky, and the second, the heavens collide, both come from Until the Night Turns (“I had a visitor come from the great beyond / Telling me our time in the world is done / And to watch for a sign in the midnight sky” and “I had a vision tonight that the world was ending / And the sky was falling and time was bending / I watched the heavens collide right before my eyes). I won’t say much about the first because I know i said I don’t care about spoilers but that was a bit of a lie, that one’s a very big spoiler lmao but it’s basically just like beginnings and Harry’s world changing. the heavens collide though is Sirius and Regulus!!! they don’t really interact at all in the first fic and finally meet again at the start of the second fic so it’s all about their relationship. plus Harry starts getting visions, so that part is maybe a little on the nose…

into the endless night came from these lyrics from Meet Me in the Woods “I have seen what the darkness does / Say goodbye to who I was / I ain't never been away so long / Don't look back, them days are gone / Follow me into the endless night” which year 5 is a major turning point. It’s really for both Harry and Tom, how they’re both changed by the resurrection, and how there’s no way to undo what’s been done up to this point. Plus it’s a lot of Harry embracing the changes he’s been fighting the last two years.

the year 6 fic, darkness brings evil things, I used The Yawning Grave lyrics “Oh, you fool, there are rules I am coming for you / Darkness brings evil things, oh, the reckoning begins / I tried to warn you when you were a child / I told you not to get lost in the wild / I sent omens and all kinds of signs / I taught you melodies, poems, and rhymes”. I think in my outline this is one of the lowest points in the fic. A betrayal comes to light, the Order is losing, and Harry starts wondering if they’re all going to make it out of the war intact. Also lots more visions this year, so that’s the whole other chunk of lyrics.

the last fic I’ve got planned in the series is tear through the night, and the title comes from The World Ender (“The fair and the brave and the good must die / I seen the other side of living, I know heaven's a lie / I'll tear through the night, and I'll raise some hell / 'Cause I'm the World Ender, baby and I'm back from the dead”) which. just… yeah. I feel like this one explains itself honestly, and I’m not spoiling anything else lmao

That was probably a lot more than you meant when you sent that ask 😅 you stumbled into my secret Shrines title lore, sorry!

ask me things about my fic!

#bmns(smns)#felix talks #ask game

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fortunawren · 2 years ago

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lyrics iv;

Let’s see what we get this time. The boys can wait. I’m essentially using this for mediation to relax my mind.

“Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked” by Cage The Elephant

I’m honestly not sure where I heard this song first, but I will say I very recently connected with the following lines:

“Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked Money don't grow on trees I got bills to pay I got mouths to feed There ain't nothing in this world for free I know I can't slow down I can't hold back Though you know I wish I could Oh, no there ain't no rest for the wicked Until we close our eyes for good"

I’m using these lyrics to justify my toxic work ethic.

“Be Kind (with Halsey)” by Marshmellow

I played this song so many times in 2020 that it ended up on my Spotify Wrapped. I really love the message here, and I’m happy this came up on my shuffle. Take it to heart, truly.

“I know you need, I know you need The upper hand even when we aren't fighting 'Cause in the past, you had to prepare every time, yeah Don't wanna leave, don't wanna leave But if you're gonna fight, then do it for me I know you're built to love, but broken now, so just try, yeah I know you're chokin' on your fears Already told you I'm right here I will stay by your side every night I don't know why you hide from the one And close your eyes to the one Mess up and lie to the one that you love When you know you can cry to the one Always confide in the one You can be kind to the one that you love”

“The Only Exception” by Paramore

I’ve listened to this song like a prayer my whole life, I think. I’ve always thought the message was a little sad, even though this is considered a love song but she says the following lines:

“When I was younger, I saw My daddy cry and curse at the wind He broke his own heart and I watched As he tried to reassemble it And my mama swore that she would Never let herself forget And that was the day that I promised I'd never sing of love if it does not exist But, darling, you are the only exception.”

It’s not a love song. It’s a surrender to feelings that she was trying to kill within herself. The entire song she’s saying she knows it’s going to end, and it’s not real.

But she went for it anyway.

I’ll add a bonus line from this song;

“And I've always lived like this Keeping a comfortable distance And up until now, I had sworn To myself that I'm content with loneliness Because none of it was ever worth the risk.”

Of course, she ends with “I’m on my way to believing” but then her relationship failed so what did we learn?

“Leave a Light On” by Tom Walker

This song was written for those struggling. I’ve largely used it to soundtrack scenes between my characters to pan out deep connections/friendships. It’s a beautiful song.

“If you look into the distance, there's a house upon the hill Guiding like a lighthouse It's a place where you'll be safe to feel our grace 'Cause we've all made mistakes If you've lost your way I will leave the light on”

Everyone wants a friend like this, and I hope you find them.

“Losing Your Memory” by Ryan Star

Another sad song, of course. And another song from The Vampire Diaries soundtrack. (👀👀). I’ve used this song for personal writings as well because it’s emotionally gut-wrenching. I’ve always been drawn to this song, but I’ve truthfully never deep dived on the lyrics.

I loved these lines:

“Wake up, it's time, little girl, wake up All the best of what we've done is yet to come Wake up, it's time, little girl, wake up Just remember who I am in the morning You're losing your memory now.”

It’s a sweet reminder.

“savior” by Beowulf

This is a cover of w Hillsong UNITED song called “oceans” that this youth pastor once showed me. I’m not super religious, but I do love the devotion and sadness in this song. Again, it’s surrender.

“Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders Let me walk upon the waters wherever You would call me Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander And my faith will be made stronger in the presence of my savior.”

Regardless of faith, it’s utter devotion. Chills, always.

“Where do we go now?” by Gracie Abrams

This song is new on my playlist (within the last couple months). I’ve always liked it for scene writing, and just the emotion in the question of “where do we go now?”

My favorite lines:

“I know I changed overnight So I can't blame you for fightin' And I'd be losin' my mind If you lived in your writin' 'Cause now I'm half of myself here without you You're the best in my life and I lost you And we had no control when it fell through It was one-sided, hate how I hurt you.”

“Ashley” by Halsey

“Ashley” is actually my theme song. The whole song, word for word. Halsey struggles with Bipolar Disorder and when you’re trying to fight mental illness in a bid to be successful and creative, it feels like a constant cycle between death and rebirth, high and low. I’ve got so many parts of this song that I could drop below, but I’m going to leave it with the current theme of my life.

Lines:

“And I don't wanna be somebody in America, just fighting the hysteria I only wanna die someday.”

“Mama” by My Chemical Romance

I’ve oddly been obsessed with this song since I was 12. Way wrote it in response to 9/11 and the Iraq war. I used it for a Kylo Ren / Leia mash-up because the lyrics fit.

“And when we go don't blame us, yeah We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah You made us oh so famous; We'll never let you go She said, "You ain't no son of mine!" For what you've done they're Gonna find a place for you And just you. Mind your manners when you go. And when you go don't return to me my love, That's right Mama, we all go to hell.”

“Under the Water” by The Pretty Reckless.

If you didn’t know, the lead singer of The Pretty Reckless played Cindy Lou Who in the live-action grinch. Her style has vastly changed, and for the better. Her music, her lyrics and everything about her seethes beauty.

“There's not a time for being younger And all my friends are enemies And if I cried unto my mother No, she wasn't there, she wasn't there for me Don't let the water drag you down (Don't let the water drag you down) Don't let the water drag you down.”

I probably should’ve understood my obsession with this song a lot sooner.

“Illuminated” by Hurts

I fell in love with Hurts because surprise, surprise The Vampire Diaries. L.J. Smith really did a number on my soul, loves. I particularly love the drama behind their songs, and use them to write scenes.

I’d probably have sex to this song just to see if there’s a build.

“Swing me these sorrows And try delusion for a while It's such a beautiful lie You've got to lose inhibition Romance your ego for a while Come on, give it a try Suddenly my eyes are open Everything comes into focus, oh We are all illuminated Lights are shining on our faces, blinding.”

“Phases” by Maggie Lindemann

Y’all ever fuck with someone that couldn’t decide if they wanted you, someone else, to be single, or to be happily married with two children? This is the song for you.

“You only want me in phases Only hit me up when you're wasted Hate it, treat me like a game, I won't play it You only love me when you feel like it I don't think love's supposed to feel like this Phases, take my heart, throw it on the pavement Break it, just so you can stitch it up and save it You only love me when you feel like it I don't think love's supposed to feel like this If you love me, if you don't, you should let me go.”

“I Don’t Wanna Know” by Charlie XCX

If you’re like me, and you overplay this song, just leave. It’s not even worth it.

“I know I'm losing you, so come on, tell the truth Don't you tell me you're sorry, don't pretend you're stormy 'Cause I don't wanna know, I already know What you've done, what you've done.”

“Selfish” by Madison Beer

This song helped me process one of the worst heartbreaks of my life.

“I don't wanna break your thread and needle Tryna stitch you, but I can't, I refuse Shouldn't love you, but I couldn't help it Had a feeling that you never felt it I always knew that you were too damn selfish Don't know why I looked the other way I wanted you to change, yeah I shouldn't love you, but I couldn't help it I always knew that you were too damn selfish.”

“Without Me” by Halsey

I’m getting tired of the breakup songs on my shuffle, but I have to admit this is a particularly good one.

“Found you when your heart was broke I filled your cup until it overflowed Took it so far to keep you close (keep you close) I was afraid to leave you on your own I said I'd catch you if you fall And if they laugh, then fuck 'em all (all) And then I got you off your knees Put you right back on your feet Just so you could take advantage of me.”

Halsey wrote this song about G-Eazy after he cheated on her after she miscarried their child. Great pain produces some of the most beautiful art. I’m so happy she’s in a better place now and finally the mother she wanted to be.

“Stay” by Rihanna

This song has been coming up on my shuffle a lot recently. I’m still trying to figure out if I’m a psychic or not so it could be channeled message, or just because I felt particularly called out by Mikky Ekko when he sang:

“It's not much of a life you're living It's not just something you take, it's given Round and around and around and around we go Oh, now tell me now, tell me now, tell me now you know Not really sure how to feel about it Something in the way you move Makes me feel like I can't live without you It takes me all the way And I want you to stay.”

And of course, we can’t leave out these lines:

“Well, funny you're the broken one But I'm the only one who needed saving 'Cause when you never see the light It's hard to know which one of us is caving.”

And yes, when I was in middle school, I did update my status using song lyrics.

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humunanunga · 2 years ago

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Project: Eden’s Garden prologue just dropped and here’s my thoughts on the cast so far 👀

Damon: Oh, so we finally get to play as a tool. Just a total trashman. It’s almost like if we went into the first Danganronpa playing as Byakuya LMAO. Can’t wait to watch his guy slowly figure out he was being a gatekeeping prick just to feel self-important and not have to think about having an identity apart from his talent.

Eva: I love her. I already liked her design when the voice cast was announced, which I also really like, and now I’m really looking forward to how her arc pans out. I like how a lot of her dialogue consists of questions/guesses, directives, or observations you wouldn’t need to take her word for. I also like that, assuming it’s true-- and so far, I’m willing to bet it is-- that, while hesitant, she was honest about being the Ultimate Liar. Imagine how that’d blow up in her face later if she tried lying about what kind of Ultimate she was. She knows it’s a lot to ask for with her talent, but she definitely acts like she wants to be trusted. I already said this in Youtube comments, but the contrast against Kokichi really makes a point for why she’s the Ultimate Liar: a good liar knows when not to lie. For one, a bad liar tells lies they can’t get away with, and for another, if your reputation precedes you, all it takes to deceive everyone is to tell the truth and let their suspicion do all the work.

Grace: Uncalled for, but Damon kinda earns it later.

Wolfgang: A polite boy. A lad, even. Save for how riled up that “demo” got him. Wondering whether he’ll be Damon’s Kaito or his Kokichi... Right now, it seems like Damon’s set himself up to be Wolfgang’s Kokichi. Yikes.

Toshiko: We haven’t seen her mouth yet... curious. Could mean nothing... but if this fangame also includes a plant among the killing game participants, she’s my first guess. Danganronpa loves red herrings, so I don’t think it’d be Eva, but Toshiko? Her color scheme would also fit, everyone woke up in pairs, and a lot of those pairs seem to work well together or at least balance each other out.

Eloise: Hello, so you have red eyes, huh? Is there something you’re not telling us? What was that about analyzing your opponent and predicting their next move, almost like you would in chess? Sorry, you seem very sweet, I just know how these games go.

Desmond: Oh no, you’re gonna get a lotta heat for your talent later, aren’t’cha. I am so sorry, you seem like a real chill dude.

Jean: idk, guys, he's jacked and reliable, and beefcakes with integrity tend to strike out on the fourth case in this series...

Ulysses: Another design I loved from the get-go. I get the impression his habit of note-keeping could be important later... I’m rooting for his survival, but that journal could easily be evidence later.

Ingrid: We love a beefsteak.

Kai: I could see the Ultimate Influencer being a traitor or mastermind and using their talent to gather an audience for their killing game, cuz the games are always streamed and he has a lot more black and white in his outfit than Cassidy, but I... kinda doubt it’ll be him unless they’re all revealed to play roles as the mastermind.

Diana: tbh I’m really hoping she’ll be one of the killers. There’s a lot of potential for a makeup artist to cover their crime, like concealing or faking injuries. They did say she’s done makeup for cinema, I’m just saying. I’m just saying! At the very least, even if she’s cleared, I really hope she’ll be a suspect.

Jett: Don’t know what I expected, but I’m loving his energy. He is doing his best.

Mark: What was with that leer on the train? Did he recognize Damon?

Cassidy: Ohhh boy, are she and Wenona gonna duke it out at some point?

Wenona: Damon... my guy... I woulda thought you’d get along with her. You are a certifiable hypocrite if you’re gonna judge her for being an Ultimate elitist.

Cara: Oh, this wasn’t Eden’s first killing game, was it. I’m surprised none of them pointed out after the practice trial how Cara was an Ultimate too... Wolfgang was right. Asking why would’ve been just as important as asking how. We’re gonna circle back to this case later, aren’t we-- hold on... was... was the point of doing this... did... could Cara’s killer have won a class trial?

Tozu: Did... did he sound like Dr. Frank-N-Furter to anyone else or is that just me? Great voice either way, interesting that it looks like he’s wearing a grey body suit under that coat that'd make him look more like an unnamed Danganronpa culprit. Interesting.

Mara: idk, she yoked tho.

#project eden's garden #fanganronpa #danganronpa #tldr #etc

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mr-voorhees-husband · 2 years ago

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May I ask for the reader causing Jonathan Crane to cum in his pants? 👀 The reader has a humiliation (the other party being humiliated, not the reader) kink

bro oh my god

fjck okay jesus fuck

Gimme a second. I am sorry to every other ask in my inbox but FUCK i have to write this out now oh my god.

No certain scarecrow tbh, but written w/ Arkham in mind because I love his whimpers and grunts of pain in the game <3

Warnings/tw: Humiliation (Crane receiving), cumming in pants (Crane), professor/student relationship, voyeurism mention

Reader: Gender neutral, Crane's student

"God, and here I was thinking you were supposed to be smart."

Jonathan bit back a whimper, the noise still escaping just enough so you could hear it. He dug his hands into the sheets, breathing labored as he tried to keep himself stable. It was almost laughable, such a fearsome professor, shaking on your bed and struggling to sit up because you were insulting him. "Dear-"

You giggled, grabbing his face and forcing his head to tilt up so he had no choice but to look you in the eyes. Jonathan groaned, hips thrusting into the air. "You're so pathetic like this, sir." Graciously, you leaned down and kissed him, Jonathan moaning against your lips. "You're hard as a rock just from me insulting you? What would the other teachers think?" He shuddered at the idea, face burning as his eyes shut with a whimper.

"Honey- please honey- please-"

"Hmm..." You glanced down at the tent in his pants, considering something before smiling and using your other hand to rest on his shoulder. "No, I think I'm gonna get you to cum in your pants. Such a filthy professor like you would like it, though, wouldn't you?" He groaned, clutching the bedsheets desperately. You could hear the threads being ripped by his nails, but you couldn't care less. "You're getting hard just from your student making fun of you? Imagine if I did it in class." Jonathan moaned, voice hoarse and choked out. You couldn't lie, though, you liked the idea too. "I'll insult you one day, watch you squirm and try to hide how hard it's making you," another moan and his head kicked back, "I wonder what will happen if I stand up and force you to face the class, huh?"

"Imagine all those students watching me make my perverted professor cum in his pants."

That was it, a crying moan of your name ripping through his body as he shook like a leaf, his orgasm rocking through his body. You reached forward, one arm tugging him into a hug, while the other went down to palm him through his slacks and prolong his orgasm. You didn't stop until he was hissing from overstimulation, hands going up to unbutton and pull down his pants, tutting at the way they were dripping with his cum.

"I'd be surprised if you weren't such a depraved, desperate man." And just like that, his cock was twitching back to life and he was pulling you down onto the bed with him.

You'd had your fun, and now it was his turn.

#jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane #scarecrow x reader #scarecrow

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atherix · 2 years ago

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Kisses 32 for midnight mumscarian

and/or

Touching 24 for any couple in midnight

👀 oooooo-

Look I'm not gonna lie I am. Going to use a lot of these as an excuse to write Redscape-heavy scenes so 👀 BUT ya know-

Ask Prompts!

32. “stay strong” kisses

"Mumbo!"

Everything is hazy but he hears his name, loud and clear. It's the only thing that feels real as he looks up, seeking out the familiar faces of his mates. He only finds Scar running towards him. He blinks as the Elf drops to his knees in front of him, quickly moving his hands to the injury on Mumbo's chest.

Scar looks distressed.

Mumbo doesn't like it when Scar is distressed. Scar should be smiling and laughing- Scar should be dancing with the wind as he casts spells beyond Mumbo's wildest imaginings, Scar should be chasing Grian around the manor, Scar should be showing Tubbo all sorts of new and interesting things about magic-

Scar shouldn't look so afraid, so breakable.

Mumbo reaches up, brushing Scar's hair back behind his ear, and Scar's gaze snaps up to his.

"I'm fine," Mumbo says, and they both know he's lying. "Where's Grian? You should- go help Grian."

"Grian's fine," Scar says, and Mumbo pauses. "He can- he has it handled. More handled than we did. Come on, we need to get this taken care of."

Scar's hand is warm but it trembles, fear and worry making the man unsteady. Mumbo blinks and cups his face gently.

"Hey now, love, we've seen worse before," Mumbo murmurs, brushing dirt away with his thumb. "It'll be alright."

The amount of trust he finds in Scar's eyes is almost painful, because they both know that doesn't make any of this alright. The silver buried in Mumbo's shoulder burns more than anything he's ever felt before, and Grian is out there fighting in a way he's never fought before, and this moment of peace- this moment of quiet, tucked away in the shuddering shadows, out of sight of their enemy- isn't any sort of true peace.

There's no such thing as peace in war.

Mumbo presses a gentle kiss to Scar's forehead- an action that might usually elicit a playful that tickles! from the Elf. Now, Scar leans closer to him instead, all jokes and teases about his mustache left abandoned.

Grian lands now, stumbling as his feet touch down before collapsing next to them. "Mumbo," Grian breathes sharply. "You need to-"

"Silver," Mumbo murmurs, still holding onto Scar. "If I heal without getting it out-"

He doesn't even finish before Grian is rooting through his bag, pulling out a steel knife- the same one he bought Mumbo all those years ago, at the festival Mumbo broke Isolation to attend with him. Mumbo hasn't seen that thing in ages- figured it had fallen somewhere.

Now, he supposes, he knows where it went.

Scar makes a strangled sound next to them. "You're not really going to-"

"We don't really have any other choice," Grian says, looking at Mumbo with a furrowed brow- worried eyes. "My love, this is going to hurt, but-"

"Trust me, nothing hurts worse than silver," Mumbo tells him sharply, breathing in sharply as the pain flares up in his chest.

"I'm sorry," Grian says, shuffling closer. "I am- so sorry, I had no idea this would happen, I don't know how-"

"It's fine, really," Mumbo says, voice wavering. "We can- talk about it later, yeah? Let's just- just get this-"

Scar's hands, still trembling, are gentle as he takes Mumbo's face in them, turning his attention to the Elf. "Like you said, it'll be alright, yeah?" Scar says quietly, leaning closer and pressing a quick kiss to Mumbo's lips. Mumbo's attention fully on Scar now, he misses the quick look shared between the once-Avian and Elf; instead, he lets Scar kiss him again.

He forgets, for just a moment, that nothing is alright.

24. whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin

(The pairing I am choosing for this one is... drum roll please... Cleo/Ren! Well, technically Cleo/Ren/BDubs with mentions to Ren/Martyn and Cleo/Ren/Martyn, but-)

Cleo chuckles, running their fingers along the lip of the cup. BDubs leans into their side, both watching the flustered Werewolf across from them.

Ren clears his throat. "As I was saying, Lord Cleo," he starts, his attempts at formality more endearing than annoying to the Zombie Vampire's ears, "I was thinking that- maybe... if you might be so inclined, dude- ah. Well, I was thinking-"

"Allegiance to my Coven," Cleo says. "You help us and we help you, correct? Help you and your Mage run from the little Wolves chasing your tail."

Ren coughs. "Well, I mean, when you say it like that-"

Cleo sets their cup down and BDubs leans forward, bright eyes on the Werewolf. "So to get away from a bunch of Werewolves you seek help from Vampires?" BDubs asks, a hint of mirth in his voice. "Oh, that's funny. There's some kind of irony there."

The Lord stands from their seat and walks around the table, and Ren audibly swallows as they tower over him. His ears flatten and he smiles in a way that feels more like a grimace, an attempt to not bare his teeth at them. Cleo chuckles and leans over, resting their hand on the back of his seat.

"Lycanthropes tend to keep distant from us," they say, raising a brow at him. "And vice versa. Yet here you come to us, requesting our help to run away from your old pack..." They lean closer, next to the Wolf's flattened ear, and quietly say, "That's quite daring of you, is it not? To walk into the den of the Werewolves' greatest enemy..."

Ren straightens up, but he isn't quick enough to hide the shiver Cleo's words send down his spine. They chuckle.

"Well, luckily for you, I like Wolves," they add before pulling back, standing straight again. Ren's face is flushed and he fidgets in his seat, glancing between Cleo and BDubs with wide eyes.

BDubs laughs and bounds over, leaning on the arm of the chair Ren is sitting in. "That means she likes you," BDubs tells Ren, as if the Wolf hadn't parsed that together himself. "And she won't kill you for your audacity."

"Oh- that. That's good," Ren laughs, and Cleo snorts.

"Oi, BDubs! Has Etho been convincing you I'm dangerous again?" they ask, as if everyone sitting in that room doesn't already know they're dangerous. "Killing him has never even crossed my mind." They glance down at Ren, whose smile is strained for an entirely different reason now. "After all, I can respect a man who would risk his own safety to protect his mate."

Ren's eyes brighten and his tail wags instinctively. "Oh, good! Thank you. You are very appreciated, thank you."

Cleo laughs and reaches over, setting a hand on BDubs' shoulder to encourage the excitable man to give the Wolf space.

"Of course, my help doesn't come for free."

#Ask #Ask Prompts #Mumscarian #Cleo/BDubs/Ren #<- I have no idea what to call that #but anyway Cleo's polycule reins supreme

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gukguktae · 3 years ago

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Bts maknae members reacting to you asking threesome w their ex gf( you guys are good friend )

AN: NGL this is hard to write, but it got me out of writers block from other writings. Thank you for the request, I hope you like it. None of them agreed btw, try the Hyung-line. LOL.

Read at your own risk, pleaZe! This is an 'imagine' use your imaginations. Don't get offended if I didn't perceived your perception because again that's your perception. 🔞

Warning: just... okay? this is clean, but mention of sex and bj👀

Title: The one where y/n wants threesome (Maknaes)

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JIMIN

Pushing the heavy door open at your shared apartment making your presence known to your boyfriend, who's lying comfortably in the couch with his phone in hand, he looked up and kept gaze as you path your way to him.

“Hi.” Smiling ‘til his eyes form a thin line, happy to see you after longing for you all day. His heart skips a beat as you return the smile before bending down to his bless his lips with a loud smooch. “Where have you been? I missed you.” Turning his phone off then setting it down on his chest.

You hummed for a moment. “Guess.”

Raising an eyebrow at your answer. “I don’t know, shopping?” He looks around for any trace of bags. “Wait! That’s a stupid guess! Did you went to your parents?”

Shaking your head, “Nope.” Popping the ‘p’ as you drag your hands all over his chest, playing with his harden nipple. “I went to see someone.” Biting your lip.

He sat up to stare at you, “Is this how you’re going to confess that you’re cheating on me? By turning me on?”

“What- No! Jimin!”

“Jimin? Oh, god! You are cheating on me? What’s his name? I’m going to kill that bastard!”

You place your hand on his chest to stop his paranoia, “Will you calm down? Baby, I am not cheating on you!”

He eyes you to scan any lie or guilt on you face, “Then what and who is it?”

Exhaling and adding a mental note not to play guessing games with him again. “I met with Ari.”

It took Jimin a few seconds to process what you said, “Ari? My ex Ari?” You nodded, “Wha- Why? Are you hurt?”

“Why would I be hurt?” He waited for your next words, because your answer didn’t cover his question. “We’re friends Jimin, before we happen. She and I actually close.”

“Okay…” He trailed. “How was your meeting with her?”

You shrugged, “It’s okay, we get to talk about you a lot actually.”

Jimin wasn’t sure if he should be flattered or terrified about that. “All good, I hope?”

Looking back to the previous conversation with Ari made you giggle which made him anxious. “Sure. I have to change.” You jumped on your feet and power walk to your shared bedroom, you heard him groan before following you.

“y/n! You can’t just walk away after that!” Throwing his body to stop you from entering the closet, “What did she say to you? She trashed my name didn't she?!”

Ducking down to pass under his arms, “No, she’s not like that.” You couldn’t stop giggling again.

“Then what is it?!” He was almost whining, dying to get the answer because he’s sure as hell he’s not gonna sleep tonight if you didn’t spill the tea on him.

Stripping out of your outfit, Jimin gathered all his strength not to get distracted, he kept his eyes on yours trying so hard not to look down. “Do you really want to know?” Like an eager kid for a candy he nodded, “Promise me first.”

“Okay… anything.”

“You’re going to be the one calling her once you agree.” Slowly moving your hips to him, caressing his neck. “We... Ari and I…” He swallowed thickly, “want to have a threesome with you.” Biting your lip to stop you from smiling too much at the idea.

Jimin always jokes about wanting to have threesome, however, he wanted it with two of you. He wanted you to get cloned, so he can have the fantasy come true. Apparently, he uses that joke to Ari as well, it didn’t outrage you because why would it? It actually got you thinking what he would be like if he’s in a threesome. Would Jimin’s confidence prevail or is he going to get overwhelmed? Jimin in bed always know what’s he’s doing, he’s incredible in any aspect and he knows it. What would happen if there’s too much of what he loves in front of him?

He didn’t show any emotion for a solid minute, just staring at nothing while perspiring heavily. “Baby, are you okay?” You smiled.

“I.. uhm..” Moving back from you slowly while mumbling non-sense. This is his reaction, imagine if he’s in the actual situation, he would die and came back just to finish the job. “I need a minute to myself.”

You chuckled, “Take your time, baby. We can wait for you.” Purring the last sentence that made him fall apart.

All the blood from his face and air in his lungs departed in one exhale. “Oh, God! Jesus Christ.” He kept mumbling prayers while getting away from you.

Dialing Ari’s number, “You were right, he’s a blubbering mess.” The other woman laughed with you.

Jimin went back to the living room to scream on a pillow because his jokes backfired on him and blow up in his face. Just thinking about it shaking his very core all while being confuse because he wants it, but he thinks he can’t go through with that. You in bed is too much for him already, sometimes he can’t keep up with you, but add another girl to that situation? “I can’t do it!” Muttering of himself like a lunatic. "I can, but I'm scared."

TAEHYUNG

“Let’s have a threesome.” You blurted out in the midst of his story about his day. His boxy smile turns into straight face, blinking rapidly trying to process. He opened his mouth then closes it again, waiting for him to say a word with wide eyes and a grin. “With Da-Eun.”

“Y/N- Wh- What?” Taking a space back from you like he was actually afraid of you right now.

“Well, I read in a magazine that having a threesome is going to spice things up in a relationship and I thought it was a great idea. Don’t you?”

“No!” His alarmed face and voice made you pout, “And even if I do, do you think Da-Eun is the person fit to that… activity? My ex-girlfriend- she my ex, Y/N.”

It never occurs to you that he would be opposed to the idea, you just know that it excites you thinking about it. You love seeing him moan and groan while pleasuring him, even his grunts and curses are music to your ears every time. It puzzles him that you love going down on him rather than him going down on you, but no complaints there, he loves your blowjobs.

“So, I can’t change your mind-“

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Even if-“

“The answer is no. End of conversation.” He saw how your face saddens as his face soften. “Baby, I know you’re good friends with her and you like sharing things, but can I be the only one that you can’t share?”

You sigh, but nodded. “Sorry for bringing it up or even asking you. Did I make you uncomfortable?”

“Kind of.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He approaches you with a big hug and a kiss on your forehead, “This dick is only for you, no one else. Okay?”

You chuckled in his chest, “Good, let’s go.” You pushed him lightly and went on your knees.

JUNGKOOK

Just casually watching a movie with Jungkook, your head in his lap and a bowl of popcorn in your stomach, when you remembered something, “Hey, babe. Do you remember Nari?”

He hums without taking his doe eyes on the screen, “Nari?”

“Your ex.”

Peeling his eyes off trying to figure you out, “Why are you bringing her up? Are you picking a fight?”

Shaking your head, “No, we met yesterday.”

He returns to watch the movie, “Yeah?”

“She became hot, did you know?”

“No, we never talk after the break up.”

You sat up to get to the point of the conversation, “Well, she did.” Setting the popcorn down to his lap. “And it got me thinking actually.”

Jungkook took the remote to paused the movie, “Please, don’t. Every time you think nothing good comes up.”

“Hey!” You smack his shoulders. He asks you to proceed, so he can watch in peace. “Do you think she’ll agree to a threesome with us?”

Jungkook snorted. “Are you serious right now?” Closing your eyes and nod once, “Ask her then.” He played the movie again.

You moue before smacking his chest with the back of your hand, “That’s your reaction? You motherfucker, are you actually considering it?”

“I knew you were picking a fight!” Jungkook burst out chuckling with his noise scrunch up. That was a test and he failed miserably.

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noa-nightingale · 3 years ago

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Thirsty Baddie Ranks Top 5 Sexiest Disney Characters

I am having one of the worst weeks of my life right now and this whole post is me trying to distract myself by rewatching this glorious glorious episode of Top 5 Beatdown. It’s an absolute delight of an episode and it made me feel better for the time I rewatched it.

So, naturally, I want to write about it.

I like that the episode starts like this...

... because wasn’t he the one who suggested the topic?

Anyway, we are off to a fantastic start. And Joyce is back! Always love to see her, her energy, her sense of humor and her stunning outfit. Made me feel better immediately.

I still don’t know how I feel about Shane purring because it is equally cute, funny and disturbing - which probably means that he should do it more often. (Also because it is extremely entertaining to see Ryan’s reaction lol.)

“This is Top 5 Beatdown! I respect you when the cameras are off.” I love her.

It’s still hilarious that Ryan said he watched A Goofy Movie on “performance enhancers” (weed) and Shane’s first thought was cocaine while Joyce’s first thought was viagra lmao.

Ryan’s number 5 (Powerline) is extremely valid btw (even though I would not put him on my own list). When I first watched the episode, I listened to Eye to Eye on repeat for several days afterwards.

🎶 If we listen to each other’s hearts we’ll find we’re never to far apart And mayyybe love is the reason why for the first time ever we’re seeing it eye to eye 🎶

And Mouse Madej returns! I am just going to use this opportunity to share my Miss Bianca/Mouse Madej art here again. ^-^ (Steven banned fanart for this episode which naturally led to people drawing more fanart for this one than for any other T5B episode. I kept it wholesome though.)

The innuendos in this episode lol

Ryan: “And she (Nani) loves her sister’s little blue guy.”

Shane: “Oh, we had a blue guy. Had.”

*a transparent Professor undulates across the screen*

This made me realize once again how much they bring up the nasty little blue guy in shows that are not Puppet History. Months later and they are still rubbing it in. (R.I.P to a real one.)

BUT ALSO

RYAN

HOW can you mention Vixey but not Maid Marian! If we are talking about sexy vixens, she is CLEARLY superior!

And while I am calling out people here - I agree that Ursula should be at least on one list but no one mentioned that she is inspired by Divine who was a drag queen. I just think Ursula should have gotten bonus points for that (and maybe be moved a little higher on the list SHANE).

That being said, it’s one of the most valid picks in this entire episode. ^-^

I have never watched Big Hero 6 and had to look up what the aunt looks like, and I loved Ryan’s reaction. “Oh I see. ... Oh I see. 👀“

Aaand here we have Mr Bergara’s first mention of lovely green eyes. I agree that green eyes are lovely but personally, I think that dark brown is clearly the best eye color, not that I am biased. Also, I would not call Nala’s eyes green, they look more blue-ish to me. :p

Ryan: “(...) a littel topsy-turvy.”

Shane: “Or bottomsy-turvy.”

I wonder how many people thought this too and then rejoiced when he said it, because I certainly did. :D

The whole part with Queenie the Cow is a mess lmao. I sometimes wonder what went on in Shane’s brain when he added (oedipal). Like, what was the thought process here.

“I don’t have mommy issues. I love that she gives milk.”

This is such a golden quote. And I love that Ryan immediately calls him out for it.

Not gonna lie though, all the things Shane said about Queenie’s kindness and sweetness are very endearing, almost too endearing for a video like this. ^-^

And Mouse Madej strikes again. I know what Shane means with “aspirational hot” though (and a top hat and cape sounds dope) although for me it would be more in the realm of gender envy. (Btw I think that Shane’s list is very interesting in general.)

Mulan is a great choice too (although she is not on my list either). Joyce: “It’s a little bit androgynous.” I agree that it makes a character so much more appealing. ^-^ Like, things that play with gender like that? Hell yeah.

Never thought I would hear the words “post-nut clarity” while someone was talking about The Lion King. I will think about this on my deathbed, thank you Ryan.

Loved Joyce’s wholesome ending to a non-wholesome video.

“To be a ho, you gotta be wholesome.” Embroider that one on a pillow lmao.

And here is my list:

1) Long John Silver (Treasure Planet) 2) Merlin (The Sword in the Stone) 3) Ursula (The Little Mermaid) 4) Maid Marian (Robin Hood) 5) Nala/Sarabi (The Lion King)

I am appalled that nobody even considered this guy.

(And honestly, I both think he is sexy AND I get gender envy from him. Absolute dreamboat.)

Well, that’s it! I loved rewatching the episode, it made things a little better and I could forget the other stuff in my life for a while. Thanks, Watcher and Joyce! 💜

(I also feel the need to mention at this point that I am asexual as hell lol. Just as a way to finish this text. ^-^)

Thanks for reading!

#watcher #top 5 beatdown #ryan bergara #shane madej #joyce luis-jean #many people said kind things to me btw #i appreciate the hell out of that #and i promise you that i will answer #i just don't know when i'll be able to do that #thank you so much <333

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harringtonstilinski · 3 years ago

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Seen You - Thomas (TMR)

Author: @stilinskiparker Characters: Thomas x Reader Word Count: 1,312 Warnings: little bit of language, small wound description, angst, small bit of fluff, Requested: this one technically came in two parts; “loved loved the new chapter! just what i needed🥰also for the promt/requests....I’m really feeling #8 from the angst list for thomas and #7 from the situation list for stiles (if you have the time of course!) 👀“ @good-vibes-and-glitter A/N: Hi, friends! This was also one of the requests that was sent a while ago that I’m just now getting around to. This is my second Thomas piece that I hope y’all will enjoy. My first one, What Do You Want Me To Say, has been getting some love lately, so hopefully this one gets as much, lol. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

Thomas hadn’t slept. Thomas hadn’t eaten. That much I could tell just from standing a few feet away.

Exhaustion and hunger were both taking over us, both in different ways. Him; because he was worried about me. And me? Because I had been running for my life. He seemed a little shocked to see me standing at the table with Brenda, Frypan and Jorge when he, Newt and Gally came back from whatever it was they were up to, but it seemed like there was a more serious topic of conversation he had on his mind that didn’t involve me.

I watched as he was facing a wall, contemplating something before he turned back around, saying, “No. There’s gotta be another way.”

Either I wasn’t paying attention or I missed the conversation they had beforehand because what he just said confused the hell out of me.

“Like, what? You’ve seen the building,” Gally said. “She is our only way in.”

“You really think she’s gonna help us?” Thomas asked.

I looked at Newt, who had this almost pissed off, far off look on his face as Gally answered Thomas with, “I don’t plan on asking for her permission.”

Looking away from Newt to Brenda, I whispered, “Am I missing something here?” She put her hand in front of me and lightly tapped the table twice before saying, “This is the same girl that betrayed us, correct? Same dick?”

Pointing his thumb to Brenda, Gally said, “I like her.”

I looked at Gally and snickered a little before I saw Thomas look at me from the corner of my eye, hands on his hips and looking very unamused. I looked at him, concerned look on my face before I asked, “Tommy, what’s going on?”

Not giving me an answer or thinking about giving me one, Thomas looked at me for a second before looking at a spot in front of me.

“What, are you afraid your little girlfriend’s gonna get hurt? Hmm?” Newt asked.

Well, that attitude came way out of left field.

Thomas looked up from the spot in front of me to my own eyes before he moved them over to Newt’s.

After a second of staring at each other, Newt continued with his interrogation. “Because this has obviously never been just about rescuing Minho. Has it?”

“Wait, hold on,” I said, wanting some answers. “Can someone please tell me who the hell he’s talking about ‘cause I’ve obviously missed something here.”

Giving me a soft but firm look, Newt said, “Teresa,” before looking back at Thomas.

Well, that fucking made sense to me now.

“She’s the only reason that Minho’s even missing in the first place,” Newt continued. “Now we finally have an opportunity to get him back, and what? You don’t want to because of her? Because deep down inside, you still care about her, don’t you? Just admit it.”

I felt Brenda’s hand on top of mine as Newt was saying all this, and as Thomas gave his reply of, “Newt, I--”

Shoving Thomas against the wall behind, Newt yelled, “Don’t lie to me! Don’t.. Lie.. to.. me!”

I could only look down at this point. I mean, I knew Thomas cared deeply for Teresa, but I didn’t know how deep it actually went. Looking back up as Newt whispered, “Sorry,” to Thomas, he turned around soon after looking at all of us before finally locking his eyes with mine. “I’m sorry.”

Watching as he walked off holding his right arm, I quickly ran behind Brenda and Gally to follow Newt outside. Once I found him sitting on the edge of the roof, I walked over to him and stood there for a second.

“Mind if I sit down or are you gonna freak out on me if I do?” I asked.

He chuckled and patted the concrete next to him before I sat down and looked at his profile.

“What’s going on, Newt?” My eyes danced around his face for a moment before I spoke up again. “Before Thomas came into the Maze, I was your best friend. Talk to me.”

He sighed before looking at me, saying, “Sorry for that. Back there.”

“It’s okay,” I replied, putting my hand on his knee.

Looking behind us, he sighed. So, being the nosy person that I am, I too turned and looked to see who was standing behind us; Thomas.

I watched as Newt looked back down at his arm for a second before saying, “Guess I can’t hide this anymore.” He pulled up his jacket sleeve, revealing the angry dark red and black veins that we all know associates with Cranks.

Tears immediately filled my eyes as Thomas said, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Didn’t think it would make any difference,” Newt replied.

“Wouldn’t make any difference?” I whispered. “Newt--”

“All I know,” he interrupted. “Is that WCKD must’ve put me in that Maze for a reason.”

“And what reason would that be? Hmm?”

“Maybe it was literally just so they could tell the difference between immunes like you and Thomas, and people like me.”

After a second of Newt looking back at Thomas, said aforementioned boy spoke up. “You know we can still fix this, Newt. Okay? We can.”

Scoffing with tears streaming down my cheeks, I turned as best I could to face Thomas, asking, “Can we? Are you 100 percent sure about that, Thomas?”

“Y/N/N, don’t worry about me,” Newt said, gaining my attention again. “This is about Minho. Now he needs us.”

I knew he was talking to both Thomas and I at his point, but his eyes were still glued to mine as he continued his statement. “So, if there’s even the slightest chance that we can save him, we can get him out of there, then we have to take that. No matter what the cost.”

“Okay,” Thomas said, voice soft. “I hear you.”

Because of the fact that I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, I stood up and took a few steps behind Thomas before I turned around and said, “Well, I don’t hear you. I’m not losing the first best friend I ever remember making to the death sentence they call the Flare.”

Thomas stood up and turned to face me. “Y/N, we’re going to save both of them--”

“Or what? Die trying?” I scoffed before continuing. “Because if you hadn’t noticed, Thomas, I ran for my life for six damn months trying to get away from WCKD.” As I sniffled back more tears, I saw Newt walk past me from the corner of my eye to go back inside. I guess to give Thomas and I whatever kind of privacy he thought we needed.

“I have noticed,” Thomas said. “I noticed the moment you were gone when WCKD found us in the mountains after first meeting Jorge and Brenda.”

“Then why the hell didn’t you come looking for me?”

“I did. As we were trying to find the Right Arm, I was also looking for you, too,” Thomas said, taking a couple steps towards me.

“Is that why you looked so shocked to see me earlier?” I asked, tilting my head up some to look at him as he slowly got closer.

“Yes,” he replied, without missing a beat.

“Why?” I whispered.

Tucking a piece of loose hair behind my ear, he said, “Because… nobody’s seen you in days.”

I chuckled. “Try months.”

He started leaning his head down as I was slowly standing on my toes, and said, “I’m gonna kiss you now.”

Closing the gap between us, I pressed my lips to his and just stood there for a moment, savoring the moment. Our lips moved in sync for a couple minutes before he was the first to pull away.

“Wow,” he said.

“I know,” I smiled. “Now. Let’s go save Minho.”

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fiction-rebel · 4 years ago

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Study Buddies (Katsuki Bakugou X Reader)

I had this random passing thought the other day, but just imagine how Bakugou would try to help fix your non existent schedule for sleeping and studying. (Personally I'm one hell of a procrastinator but I'm also very studious so during my cram times I'm exhausted and all over the place. Definition of a train wreck.)

So I’m gonna try to do a short head canon/ Imagine type of deal for this. 👀 And for arguments sake everyone is the same age (14) in this head canon/ Imagine deal?

Summary: Bakugou sees you as more than a friend for a while, at first there was a bumpy start at the beginning of the year when you kicked his butt in training. (Didn’t even use your quirk on him to win. Just know how to Kick Ass but literally you kicked his ass outta bounce) Anyways Finals are approaching and although you are studious when it comes to testing you are a mess. All sorts of organization and time management go out the window. nerves get the best of you which disturb your sleep and eating habits. At this point in the year you and Bakugou have feelings for each other you both know it but refuse to act on it or say it out loud. It became a non verbal agreement between the two of you.

Probably during training he’d notice that your a little sluggish. And not very focused on your surroundings.

In class he’d every now and then sneak a glance at you to only find that you’re fighting to stay awake.

Also noticed you skipped lunch again either to study or take a power nap.

By this point he’s getting worried you two haven’t been dating yet but shared that there’s something more than just friends between the two of you. So definitely cares about you.

At the end of the day he may try to catch you alone while walking back to the dorms. If you were walking with your friends he’d wait to talk to you in the dorms.

Once he gets to be alone with you he’d ask you what's wrong in his typical language “ Oi dumb ass what’s up with you today?”

When you finally admit that you’re just having a tough time catching up with your studies and haven’t been able to sleep well this boy would probably just drag you to his room without a word and every time you protest or ask a question he’d just respond with a “tsk” or grumble a quiet “dumb ass”

Once trapped in his room he’d get out his notes and work sheets and help you study.

Expect to be yelled at when you dose off or get an easy question wrong. He’s being loud because he cares so don’t get too discouraged.

When he gives you a practice quiz and times you for 15 minutes he’ll bring over some snacks and water for when your done.

ℳ𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓈𝓃𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝒸𝓎 𝓈𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 👀

During your little snack break (which was greatly needed cuz of skipping lunch and most likely breakfast too) he’d quietly kind of stare at you. When you raise your eyebrows in confusion he’d look away mumbling an “idiot” towards you.

“Thank you Bakugou.” He turns his head in confusion.

“Tsk. Dumb ass how am I supposed to get even in training if you don’t pass the finals. You’re supposed to be better than the extras not one of them.” After this short exchange you both sat there in a surprisingly comfortable silence. Just appreciating each other’s presence. Then a timer went off.

“Back to studying. “ As you pleaded to just get 5 more minutes of relaxation he threw you over his shoulder and plopped you on the desk. Making eye contact only made your face red and you’re stomach do back flips. 𝒴𝑒𝓈 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝑒 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓅𝒾𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝒶 𝓊𝓅 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔.

“When was the last time you slept?” He asks surprisingly calmly and subtly.

“Last night of course.” ℋ𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃 100% 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔.

“Bold of you to lie to my face (y/n)” At this point you can’t tell if he’s mad or disappointed.

“Fine I wasn’t able to get much shut eye. I wasn’t lying.” His glare didn’t stop. Being looked at like you were in trouble only made you word vomit just to get him to stop, because your heart kept beating so fast. “But seriously I wasn’t lying I just only slept about an hour or so. I was up late trying to study and organize my work, and when i finally went to bed I couldn’t stay asleep and then my alarm went off and I got up and got ready. I did manage a few minutes during lunch to rest my eyes though so that’s plus.”

Spilling you guts to this guy only made you more nervous. You jumped when his hands landed on your waist. His stone cold expression soften a bit. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He buried his head in your lap. You hesitantly put your hand on his head and lightly played with his hair. “It’s been 5 minutes.” you tilt your head in response.

Slowly he lifted his head and rubbed his thumbs in circles on your hips. “You asked for 5 more minutes dumb ass. That time is up.” You groaned in response and slid off the desk and stumbled to the chair. Without knowing it Bakugou had a sly smirk on his face as he watched you act like a little kid not wanting to do their homework.

He helped you reorganize you subjects and notes and every now and then quizzed you with a random question. Every wrong answer gained you a slap on the head with a note book.

(He did hold back a little but not enough, because there was one spot on your head that your hair was messy.)

Eventually the study session was put to an end when it was time for dinner. As usual and almost like clock work Bakugou went to bed earlier than everyone else. But before he left the common room he stopped behind you for a quick moment and cleared his throat. Knowing he was telling you it’s time for bed you excused you self from your friends said your good nights.

As you were heading to your side of the dorm you were dragged towards the boys side unexpectedly. A hand covered your mouth to stop the yelp that was on the tip of your lips. “Idiot it’s me.” He growled to get you to stop fighting back.

“What the hell Bakugou!” You yelled whispered to him finally being able to see him face to face. But all you saw was that stupid smirk of his. “Ya know if you didn’t have ahold of my wrists right now I’d smack that smirk of your face.” His smirk only increased from your remark.

“Well that’s a lot of smack from a dumb ass who can’t sleep at night.” This comment shut you up and let you to quietly follow the blond down the hall way.

When you both made it to his room he gave you a t-shirt and sweat pants to change into as he made his way to the bathroom to change as well. When you finished you awkwardly sat on the edge of the bed pondering if this will actually help or have you so anxious that you stay up all night.

As you were lost in thought you didn’t realize Bakugou was standing right in front of you.

“Oi. If you keep staring blankly like that you’ll pass out in that position.” You snapped out of thought and looked at him. Your heart skipping a beat as you made eye contact. “Well you can pick what ever side is comfortable. But if you hug me or snore I'll blast you off the balcony.” He warned as he began prepping the covers.

“I’ll take the side by the wall. If that’s okay?” He nodded as conformation. “Hey, uh Bakugou are you sure this is a good idea? What if we get caught?” He sighed, but it didn’t feel like he was completely annoyed.

“Katsuki.”

“Huh?”

“If you’re gonna sleep in my bed then you can use my name.” Your jaw just hung open as he was already under the covers. “Well? It’s already past 9pm are you going to keep standing there like an idiot or get into bed and sleep you dumb ass.” With out a word you crawl into bed and lay next to him.

A quiet “Thankyou, Katsuki.” Was all you could muster as you faced the wall his name feeling almost natural when you said it. You tensed up as you felt Katsuki’s arm wrap around your waste and pulling you against his chest.

He whispered, “Good night Princess.” in your ear making your face flush a bright red. All you could do was pull the blanket up to your face and close your eyes and finally drift into a peaceful sleep.

Okay so this is my first fic in a long while. Last one I posted was from a few years ago that I recently edited. This is also my first fic for BNHA! I hope ya’ll like it, and yes requests are open.

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doyelikehaggis · 3 years ago

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A post about No Way Home that is absolutely not spoiler free so please beware

• We all called Matt Murdock being Peter's lawyer BUT THE WAY I SQUEALED AT CHARLIE COX! I hope we see more of Peter and Matt working together, especially because of Matt catching that rock and Peter's expression - let Peter find out that he's Daredevil and let them work together

• I now have a soft spot for Doc Ock, that man was tired and wonderful and I want him to just have a nice life now - when he saw Tobey's Peter and was just like, "it's good to see you, dear boy" I WAS GOING TO CRY

• AUNT MAY, YOU DO NOT GET TO DO THAT TO ME, THAT WAS BEYON HEARTBREAKING. I felt it coming, Someone had to die, but it still had me silently crying my eyes out when Peter realized. Especially because as soon as she said the "great power, great responsibility" line, I knew she was going to die, it had to happen. Peter needed that turning point where he just would't be the same after it happened, and he is definitely different now but OW.

• NED CAN DO MAGIC, OKAY, THAT'S A COOL DEVELOPMENT

• ANDREW GARFIELD, MY BOY!! Everyone in the cinema CHEERED AND SCREAMED with utter joy, me included! I love older Andrew!Peter Parker, he looks so good and he has the exact "I am so done with this" energy that I desire from Peter Parker. The way he was so extra done with MJ telling him to crawl on the ceiling to prove who he was, arguing with her about it, then getting the cobweb from the corner when Ned's mom asks him to 🥺😭

• TOBEY MAGUIRE, MY OTHER BOY!! Oh, I adore middle-aged, normal person Peter Parker who absolutely dressed like a youth pastor as Andrew's!Peter put it. I just love his Big Brother/Dad energy, it's so wholesome.

• I have never felt so bad for Willem Dafoe, I have weirdly fallen in love with Norman Osborne even more now?? Sad Old Man Norman needs a hug so bad.

• God, Electro's glow-up makes me so happy, I am absolutely in love with Max (not gonna lie, I think that Andrew's!Peter was a little bit as well).

• Andrew’s!Peter and Tobey’s!Peter showing up on the roof to talk to Tom’sPeter, and them all talking about the one they lost. Tom's!Peter saying he lost Aunt May, Tobey's!Peter talking about Uncle Ben, and Andrew's!Peter talking about Gwen 😭 THE WAY THAT TOBEY'S!PETER FINISHED THE "great power, great responsibility" QUOTE AND LOOKED AT ANDREW'S!PETER AND THEY ALL REALIZED!! 😭😭

• Ned asking Tobey's!Peter if he had a best friend, all excited because there's more than one MJ, so maybe there's more than one him, and Andrew's!Peter listening from the background, and Tobey's!Peter saying, "He died in my arms after he went crazy and tried to kill me." And Ned's HORROR, only to then promise Tom's!Peter that he will never go crazy and try to kill him. And Andrew's!Peter patting his shoulder???

• Not gonna lie, there's just something about when Norman went Goblin again and said to Doc Ock,"Norman's on sabbatical, honey" 👀 I'm not saying I ship it, but...

• WE ALL KNEW THAT ANDREW AND TOBEY HAD BEEN EDITED OUT OF THAT SHOT IN THE TRAILER AND WE WERE RIGHT!!

• No, I was SOBBING and SCREAMING when Andrew's!Peter caught MJ. HE WAS CRYING SO MUCH, HE SAVED HER, HE DID IT THIS TIME. 😭 And then him asking her if she was okay, only for her to ask if HE was okay!!

• Oh god, they actually had the conversation about the webs that we all made fun of but asked for so much!! I loved them teasing Tobey's!Peter about it and being slightly horrified.

• Speaking of, Andrew's!Peter and Tobey's!Peter had a hilarious dynamic - THEY'RE OLD MEN OVER HERE COMPLAINING ABOUT THEIR BACKS, THEN ANDREW'S!PETER CRACKING TOBEY'S!PETER'S BACK FOR HIM??? They had some Chemistry going on and it was very interesting. Andrew was really out here like "I am going to exude the most bi energy" and I love that.

• Peter's on his own now and it hurts me. I'm not gonna lie, though, when he was in the cafe place and Ned walked over to MJ, I fully expected them to kiss. Just a little extra angst for Peter.

• Oh, the scene at Aunt May's grave with Happy. Happy menioning Tony!! Just twist the knife why don't you?

I’m sure there’s so many more that killed me but these are the ones that really stuck with me. I will add more if I remember!

#ignore me while I ramble #spider-man: no way home #no way home spoilers #no way home #spider-man #peter parker #mcu #marvel

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aritany · 3 years ago

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This is pretty basic but what inspired hcmf? 👀

heya saum!!

this is actually pretty fun, because i don't usually have Origin Stories for my wips they just waltz into my brain one day with a vibe or a character and slap the inside of my skull until i give them attention BUT.

HCMF demanded real estate.

so it's mid-july. i'm reeling from a meeting with an editor that went excellently who shocked me with her suggestions of ways to make dillan fletcher's life worse in WCA (which i'm not gonna lie i had not thought possible! and yet!) but now we have to wait to hear back and i am getting stir crazy. i'm seemingly chronically ill and can't do much but sit around and think until one day i decide to take a drive to take my mind off book things. (all writers will recognize this for the terrible idea it was.)

i'm driving down south and y'all, southern alberta in the summer is a thing of beauty. i think to myself maybe one day i'll set something here and move on with my thoughts. trap #1 laid and i didn't even know.

i don't have a particular destination in mind, i'm just goin' in a direction when it occurs to me that in this direction there is a little town called Nanton and in Nanton there is a museum. now i don't know about y'all but i'm a sucker for museums and covid zapped my ability to go to them so i make a spur of the moment decision to visit it. what's the museum? bomber command museum of canada. now i'm not a ww2 type of person in general but it's a museum and beggars can't be choosers. trap #2.

i think i was in there for about two seconds when the Dread sank in. i know writers are familiar with the Dread. it's when you're minding your business and you're struck by an Idea. my eyes caught on an image of a young man in a little yellow plane. the plane was a fleet finch. you see where this is going. trap #3.

the first hallway of the museum is devoted to the history of the british commonwealth air training plan in canada and like a little museum starved neurodivergent i absorbed that shit by osmosis like a dehydrated sea sponge.

and then the dam raids. they had a whole section on the dam raids and i was captivated. i sent @paxtonwrites a variety of Oh No What's Happening To Me flavoured text messages which really meant Stop Me Or This Is Going To Happen which really meant Don't Stop Me, I'm Neck Deep In This Now.

by the time i was done in that museum i was stuck with the idea of two boys growing up and going off to a war that only one of them comes home from. i knew that it would be a tragedy, and i knew that i was about to write historical fiction, the genre i have generally avoided writing especially world war 2 historical fiction goddamn it but the damage was done.

#asks #hcmf #ask me hcmf things!!#thanks for the question friend!!!#this was a storytime #alex talks

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annathesillyfriend · 3 years ago

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“Thank you, Anna.”

wow, what a great character name 😅

The casting director wipes a tear from her eye and smiles sheepishly at the assistant director who’s recording the screen test.

well done them!

The two of you just lie there in a daze, laughing at the ridiculousness of doing that little emotional scene with a perfect stranger.

something tells me he's not gonna be a stranger much longer. but he will stay perfect 👀

“Yeah, and to find the perfect people to do it with —our director Jane and this woman right here— it’s quite remarkable, too.”

what a charmer 😁

You’re lucky it’s not the other way around, because your heart just about jumps out of your ribcage at that shift. “I’m gonna try something. Can I try something with you?”

👀👀

“Snaps you right out of it, right?” you breathlessly chuckle. “Whoo, that burns.”

i didn't see that coming 😂

Just this boy, and his blue eyes and his cheeky smile and his hand on yours.

🥺

“We kind of just met, said ‘hi, nice to meet you, big fan’, and then went straight into, you know, the scene,” he explains, but then adds quietly, “But it was special, though.”

i'm gjfkadhgskd

if only you weren’t so darn comfortable, lounging in his bed, sharing a packet of gummy bears while watching Crazy Stupid Love on Netflix.

gosh, i wish that were me 😔

“I’d seduce them with… overpriced minibar snacks,” he picks up the packet and pops a gummy bear into his mouth, stealing a cheeky glance your way, “let ‘em pick the movie and take over my bed and my Netflix…”

Shy, almost, if the rosy flush on his cheeks is anything to go by. “Fuck, I really like you.”

I AM YELLING

The way his own real life stories have been imprinted on yours, even though they never crossed paths once. How his presence near you has felt like second nature to you.

their connection is just out of this world

Some raucous noise and music blares through the TV and it makes you both jump out of your skin.

nooooooooooo

It’s the first time you’ve ever kissed, and somehow… it doesn’t feel like it. His lips feel just right, just as you imagined.

i am so fucking happy rn, you have no idea

It’s a silly mix of giggles and moans and it really shouldn’t be sexy.

anything can be sexy when it's with the right person 😌

But you move with the familiarity of old lovers. There is no uncertainty in the deepening of the kiss. No hesitation in the treading of your hands all over each other’s bodies.

this is all hot and all, but there's something soft about it as well and i love it

“Christ’s sake, you’re unreal,” he rasps, low and breathless. There’s no banter in his tone. Just genuine observation, and dare you say… admiration?

His dark locks a disheveled mess and blue eyes heavy, lips pink and spent from kisses. A breathtaking sight on top of the perfect fit into your deepest core.

i am not ok :)

“Well,” you run your hands through his hair, “Filming the sex scene tomorrow is gonna be… an experience.”

“I love you. And I always have, in my own… deranged way. And you love me in your own complicated way. And you’ll always love me.”

“Okay. Take me home.”

i 😭😭😭😭

Ava, my darling dearest, you bloody genius, this was hecking amazing, i love everything about this story. the switching between ban and anna and barry and y/n was great, the interview bits were so good. it's just perfect i swear 💙

in agreement (b.k.)

pairing: barry keoghan x actress!reader

summary: you and barry go through a series of interviews to promote your latest movie. little did they know, there's more to the story than what meets the eye...

word count: 5,323

warnings: language, drinking, mention of death, allusions to anxiety, so much banter omg, so much fluff, a tinge of angst, hurt/comfort, smut [dirty talk, fingering (f), unprotected sex, creampie, some good ol' vanilla shit 👌]

notes: my taglist has ended. follow @ficsbygreenorangevioletgrass to get notified for my latest words! big thanks to @tommysparker @inklore @cocoamoonmalfoy my besties in suffering for giving me endless inspo and encouragement <333 happy reading and reblog if you liked it!

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“Guys, congratulations on Til Kingdom Come. I got to see it at an early screening, it was amazing.”

Sat in a Manhattan hotel-suite-turned-press-room, you and Barry smile warmly at the interviewer in front of you, graciously saying your thanks.

“So, let’s talk about the movie and what it’s about,” the interviewer beams.

“Yeah! So Ben and Anna…” you motion at yourself and the man next to you, “two childhood friends who grew up in a small village. They both felt stuck and as kids, they made a promise to go away together. Marry each other if they’re still single by the time they’re 25…”

The two of you chuckle wryly, like it’s your own childish vow you made.

“Didn’t happen obviously. Things happened and they drifted apart,” Barry chimes in. “So now here they are, 25 years old, getting reacquainted with each other and pondering about how little they knew then.”

“And how little they know now.”

You knock at the door. No answer, though you’re almost completely sure he’s in there. You consider leaving him alone, give him some space —God knows he needs it.

But you hear a soft thud and a quiet ‘fuck!’ on the other side, so you turn the doorknob and peek into his room. “Ben?”

He’s sitting on the floor against the bed, and you can see the top of his head turning at the sound of your voice.

“Hey. Wanna join me?” he calls over his shoulder, raising a beer bottle in his hand.

You sit next to him, legs stretched out like his, accepting the bottle he offers without a word. You don’t drink it. You just… look at your best friend for a while. His head leaning back against the mattress. Staring out the window absently. One hand balled up into a fist; the other peeling the wet label of the beer bottle.

It’s a jarring mirror image of your old life. You’ve lost count how many times the two of you have sat in this position your whole life. Over heartbreak. Love. Hope. Uncertainties. The future.

But it’s been a long time since then. This spot, this room, this friendship has turned cold and unfamiliar. And so has Ben. And you’re hoping for him to say something-- anything because nothing that comes into your mind sounds remotely right.

“You look great,” he pipes up quietly, head lolling to the side. “How’s New York?”

“Busy.” you nod a little, and it feels so stilted. “How’s home?”

“Quiet,” he retorts without missing a beat. There’s a hint of a smile in his voice.

“Well…” you turn to face him, studying his disheveled hair and tired eyes and wrinkled black suit, “You look like shit.”

He chuckles, low and deep in his chest, and you almost sigh in relief. There’s the cheeky boy you knew and loved growing up. Maybe this thing isn’t entirely lost after all.

But as that little moment of reprieve dies down, the more it dawns on you how much you’ve lost. Your person is no longer your person --and it’s killing you. The grief floods your chest and you’re just aching. You’re aching to reach out to him. You’re aching to go back in time, or start over. But the only thing that comes out of your mouth is,

“I’m sorry about your mum.” you find yourself choking up as the unsaid apology goes on in your head, I’m sorry about us. I’m sorry you had to go through this alone when I was supposed to be there for you. I’m sorry…

And he looks up, finally looking you in the eye for the first time since you’ve seen each other in 10 years. Really look. He sees your jaw quiver and promptly grabs your hand, squeezing it firmly.

He blinks back the tears brimming in his eyes. “Thank you, Anna.”

And just like that, you know he understands. He knows exactly what you meant to say, and it’s enough. You both understand.

And there you are. Sitting on his bedroom floor, your heads leaning against each other as you hold hands through the tears and the sorrow. Grown up. Different.

“And… cut!” Jane, the director, calls out clearly. Definitively.

The little rehearsal studio swells back into life, as everyone in the room takes a deep, sobering breath. The casting director wipes a tear from her eye and smiles sheepishly at the assistant director who’s recording the screen test. There are cheers and applauds, but it all feels surreal.

Barry, the amazing actor playing opposite you, turns to look at you with a big, open grin in surprise and insane disbelief.

“Fucking hell, thank you so much, Y/N,” he beams at you, nudging your knee with his knuckles, and you’d just realized that you’re still holding hands.

And what’s crazier is that neither of you let go. The two of you just lie there in a daze, laughing at the ridiculousness of doing that little emotional scene with a perfect stranger.

You wouldn’t say it out loud, but you knew at this moment that this is it. You and Barry and this story you brought to life together… everything falls perfectly into place.

“What drew you into this project?” another interviewer asks later on in the day.

You pause thoughtfully, but Barry chuckles next to you.

“I… didn’t have to get ripped or become a psycho for the role.”

“Oh, come on. You love doing all of that!” you roll your eyes.

“It’s the age, man. I’m getting old now, I appreciate the little things in life a little more…” he feigns a grimace, which prompts another laugh from both of you. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding.”

“It’s a very raw and intimate story,” you swiftly bring the focus back to the interview, “It’s almost like a play, really. And it’s just… such a private moment of people’s lives, and it’s really interesting to dive into that.”

Barry, now back to serious mode, nods in agreement. “Yeah, and to find the perfect people to do it with —our director Jane and this woman right here— it’s quite remarkable, too.”

“Aww…” you coo, nudging his elbow and making moony eyes at him, and he makes moony eyes right back at you, leaning his head on your shoulders and cackling like a dork.

He sits stiffly on the driver’s seat of the car, hands gripping the steering wheel, eyes fixed forward even as the crew adjusts the lights. You can feel the tension radiating off of him from the driver’s seat, and you place a calming hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, dude. You wanna take a walk?” you smile softly. “I think we’re getting cabin fever here.”

He takes a deep breath and with his exhale, he releases the steering wheel and rolls back his shoulders. “Yeah, let’s go.”

You step out of the car and immediately shudder at the cold gust of late night air. “Hey, Barry and I are gonna stretch our legs a bit, alright?” you wave at Ella, the 1st AD, across the field, earning a quick thumbs up in return.

The two of you make your way towards the edge of the woods, hands stuffed in your coat, shoulders hunched from the cold. You’ve spent a good part of the night playing out the argument scene, screaming at each other and the fatigue is starting to get to him. Lines get flubbed and pockets of emotions slipping away and technical difficulties, leading to (quite frankly) shit takes.

“I need to get out of me head,” he groans, gripping his hair like he can pluck the intrusive thoughts away.

“It’s all good, man. You got this,” you try to reassure him, while still giving him plenty of space to move around.

He keeps pacing back and forth, even jumping on his feet a few times to shake off his anxious energy. You’ve seen this a few times now over the three weeks you’ve been filming, but now, at the pinnacle scene of the movie, you feel like you need to step in.

“Barry.” you hold his arms firmly, stopping him in his motion

And he does. Eyes wide and alert. “Yeah?”

You cup his cheeks with both hands. You don’t miss how he jumps at the cold, but relaxes almost immediately at how it cools down his red flush. “Fucking breathe, okay?”

“Okay, okay.” he puts his hands over yours, for warmth. For reassurance. For companionship, moving one of your hands onto his chest, like you’re cooling down his heart as well, as you breathe in and out with him.

You’re lucky it’s not the other way around, because your heart just about jumps out of your ribcage at that shift. “I’m gonna try something. Can I try something with you?”

“Be my guest,” he immediately replies. At this point, he’s willing to leave his life at your hands with no hesitation.

You let go of him, and for a fleeting moment, you partly regret not staying close and connected for longer. But you put your game face on and straighten up.

“Alright. Hold your hand out like this.”

He lets you flip his hands over, palms facing up. Far be it for him to complain if your hand lingers a little too much and caresses him from wrist to fingertip before she lets go.

“Close your eyes.”

And he does. For a moment, there’s just his breath —and yours, fogging up the air. The crickets and the leaves whispering close by. The film crew chattering and working tuned out of his mind. And then…

SMACK!

“Motherfucker!” his eyes snap open as your palms come down hard on his, burning heat spreads all the way down his spine. He finds you in front of him, shaking off the stinging sensation, too.

“Snaps you right out of it, right?” you breathlessly chuckle. “Whoo, that burns.”

“Yeah, no shit.” he opens and closes his palms. But something changes in his posture as he goes; it’s very subtle, but the jittery Barry subsides into the calm, quiet energy of Ben. “It’s… kind of working, though. Wanna go back?”

“Sure, let’s go.” you nod, excited and at ease to get back into the scene at the same time.

You let him walk ahead of you, allowing you some room to wave to Ella and gesture, he’s good to go. Let’s roll. Careful to not set him off or bring him out of that headspace again.

But he slows down, opens his arm to wrap it around your shoulders as the two of you walk back to the set.

“I see what you’re doing,” he chimes in quietly. With a glance, he smiles at you. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet. I might just fuck up my lines after this.” Your arm finds his waist, pulling yourself closer to him until you’re attached at the hip with him.

He opens the car door for you before walking over to his side. The crew shuffles around to get ready for the take; hair and makeup doing their final touches, the script supervisor reminding you where your hand goes and how you sit, the clapper slides in front of the windshield to bring the slate in.

Even with tens of people around you, this work gets lonely sometimes. You spend most days in your head, digging out the most vulnerable parts of you to tell this story. To have Barry next to you, going through the same thing –knowing he’d do the same for you as you did for him earlier is… such a comfort.

You close your eyes and imagine having this feeling with this person for as long as you can remember –this feeling of home more than a house to live in or family to live with. Just this boy, and his blue eyes and his cheeky smile and his hand on yours.

Of course, you still want that home. You want him, in every which way you can get him. Especially since the previous night that you spent together. Where you had all of him. The tinge of ache starts in your throat, and you draw a slow breath, willing it to spread deeper into your chest, your core. Your fingertips, that are dying to reach out to him.

But you’ve lost the right to reach out now. It’s been 10 years and he is not your home anymore. Nor he wants to be. Maybe. And the thought hurts you to the bone.

“And… action!”

“Did you guys know each other before this project?”

The two of you shake your heads, both amused, watching the look of surprise on the interviewer’s face.

“We had maybe 5 minutes worth of chatting before our screen test!” you laugh incredulously.

“We kind of just met, said ‘hi, nice to meet you, big fan’, and then went straight into, you know, the scene,” he explains, but then adds quietly, “But it was special, though.”

You don’t look up, but you can picture the soft gaze in his eyes. Instead, you just nod diplomatically in agreement. Your arm, which perches on the armrest, presses against his like a little reassurance that you’re there. You acknowledge what he’s saying.

Thankfully, the interviewer doesn’t catch it (or if they do, they don't address it), because the next thing they say is,

“That’s amazing because you had to play best friends. How did you guys build that chemistry?”

You speak up first. “Well, we spent quite a long time –after we were cast– to get to know each other and talk about the history of our characters…”

“But also we filmed in a really small village. There wasn’t much to do. We just hung out a bunch,” Barry jumps in as he opens his water bottle. “So, yeah. We became really good mates.”

It’s a night off after six long days of filming in the middle of nowhere, and the two of you are stuck in your hotel during a thunderstorm. It would’ve been a bummer not to go out… if only you weren’t so darn comfortable, lounging in his bed, sharing a packet of gummy bears while watching Crazy Stupid Love on Netflix.

Ryan Gosling and Emma Stone are doing the legendary Dirty Dancing lift on the screen. It’s hilarious and ridiculous, and sure enough, it’s the exact moment where the sparks start to fly and they have their romantic kiss.

“Mm, classic.” Barry absently hums.

Your eyebrows furrow at him. “What do you mean, classic? Who does that in real life?”

He tilts his head to the side, pursing his lower lip. “I mean, I can.”

”Pfft, please.”

“I’m serious! You want me to prove it?” He's already making his way out of the bed, standing ready in his grey sweatpants and worn Oasis t-shirt.

“I am not gonna let you break my neck over your ego, Barry.” You pull him back to bed by the hem of his shirt. “Besides, that can’t be your move.”

“Why not?“ he throws himself back on the bouncy mattress, chin jutting out in defiance.

“Because!” you motion at the TV, “you’re taking a page out of a Ryan Gosling movie!”

He laughs. “Okay, okay. My thing is… much more lowkey than that.”

“Yeah?”

“Is that right?” You raise your eyebrows and nod slowly, coolly, to hide your racing heart. Banters that border on flirting are common with Barry, but it has never been addressed so openly like this.

Or maybe you’ve just never had the time or courage to face it head on.

“Mm-hm.” he shifts closer to you, tucking his arm underneath the pillow, and you find yourself mirroring his position.

“And then what?” you find yourself lowering your voice, just slightly above a whisper. Not wanting to overwhelm this closeness between you.

He chews on his lower lips, like he’s anxious, and sighs. “And then I just hope to God that… you don’t find Ryan Gosling more interesting than me.”

“Tsk, compared to you? Never.” your eyes light up in mischief, lips pulling into an easy smile.

He smiles so hard, his eyes crinkle to a close, but as it dwindles down, it turns sheepish. Shy, almost, if the rosy flush on his cheeks is anything to go by. “Fuck, I really like you.”

Your heart grows about three sizes, but you keep yourself calm with all your might. “Is that you talking, or is it Ben?” you ask, only half-joking because the other half is absolutely terrified that this is just the euphoria of filming.

“Is that you asking, or is it Anna?” he replies. In humor. But also in earnest.

“Maybe it’s both,” you shrug, then look at him expectantly.

“I thought it was a… movie magic, spur-of-the-moment kind of thing— when we did the screen test. But then I got to know you, and…” he trails off, shaking his head.

It’s quiet. You know exactly what he’s talking about. All the conversations that last through the day, into the night, as you talk about your fictional characters so much that you feel like you’ve lived in their shoes. The way his own real life stories have been imprinted on yours, even though they never crossed paths once. How his presence near you has felt like second nature to you.

How badly you yearn for him to be closer.

The tension all but crackles between you, but at the same time, the heat feels nice. It feels perfect. You don’t even realize your legs are tangled up in each other, or that your nose is an inch away from colliding with his. You summon all the courage to close in on him, and then…

Some raucous noise and music blares through the TV and it makes you both jump out of your skin. Barry sits up scrambling for the remote, turning it off, and the little wake-up call sobers you up a little.

“Aw, fuck.” you lean back against the pillow.

“What, what is it?” his face, his voice, his shoulders square up –worried that the novelty has faded and the moment has passed.

“Can’t believe your stupid move worked, oh my God…” you pinch the bridge of your nose in feigned disappointment and full melodrama.

He relaxes, letting his body flop on top of you despite your little groan. “Admit it, you like me.” he tickles at your wrist, trying to get you to look at him.

“Well, you like me first, so…” you smile, patting his cheek smugly.

He makes a face to mock you, and you make a similar face to mock him, somehow, somewhere along the way, your lips find their way to each other. It’s the first time you’ve ever kissed, and somehow… it doesn’t feel like it. His lips feel just right, just as you imagined. The way his hand caresses your face. How his skin feels under the pads of your fingers.

Soft. Warm. Inviting.

“So what’s your move, then?” he murmurs into your lips, your cheek, your jaw. Hot and teasing on your skin.

“Well, it’s not so much of a move, more like a…” you twirl random strands in his hair as you pause, “…combination of my wit and sex appeal.”

“You’re such a nerd, I love it.” he nibbles at your earlobe, a little chuckle humming low in his chest.

“Yeah? Is that doing it for you?” you bite your lip, overdramatic, as you grind your hips into his.

It’s a silly mix of giggles and moans and it really shouldn’t be sexy. Not when you’re taking the mick out of each other while you’re making out in ratty sleepwear and God knows what kind of underwear you’ve put on. But you move with the familiarity of old lovers. There is no uncertainty in the deepening of the kiss. No hesitation in the treading of your hands all over each other’s bodies. Unfazed by clothes getting tugged off and stuff getting brushed off the bed –nevermind the crinkles of plastic wrappers, nor the limbs getting caught in the way.

He hovers over you for a moment, admiring the view of you undressed underneath him. Tits splayed out, nipples diamond hard. Thighs closing and ever so slightly dragging at his crotch. A little smile tugs on one corner of his lips as something catches his eye.

“Bananas and peaches, huh?” he remarks, no doubt about the cheeky panties you’re wearing. “Bit on the nose, don’t you think?”

“What can I say? It’s my lucky charm—” the words die on your lips as he trails his along your chest. Hungry mouth and sly fingers plucking and devouring the sensitive buds on top.

And he’s there for quite a while; seemingly happy to keep his mouth occupied and find ways to make you whiny and needy for him. But before long, his hand gets antsy, and he moves to take the obstructing fabric off of you.

Of course, it’s not Barry if he’s not being a shithead about it.

“I gotta say,” he lifts the panties with his forefinger, studying the patterns, “This is really cute. I might just steal this off of you.”

“What, and then wear it?”

He grins. “Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you.” he throws it to the side and returns to kiss you on the mouth.

It’s sweet and intimate and entirely too short as your lips fall open the moment his finger grazes your wet folds. You gasp a little when he glides so easily along your slit.

“Fuck…” you breathe out, arching into his touch as he starts drawing circles on your clit.

He kisses you everywhere. Your lips, your shoulders, your breasts. His mouth seems to make a home out of every inch of skin he can find. Drawing your little sighs and drinking them in as he picks up the pace between your legs. He slides a finger into your sopping cunt so easily, he moans.

“Christ’s sake, you’re unreal,” he rasps, low and breathless. There’s no banter in his tone. Just genuine observation, and dare you say… admiration?

All thoughts go out the window when another finger enters you, coaxing and caressing your silky walls just right, and if he’s trying to find your sweet spot, he’s not in any rush. He enjoys every motion –every time you tug at his messy hair, every time you pull him in for a kiss. He swallows all your pretty sounds all for himself.

And through it all, you keep him close. Committing the feeling of his back muscles on your palms to memory. The way his forehead rests on yours. The way he kisses –and God, doesn’t he kiss you like heaven. Plays you and makes you fall apart like heaven, too. The euphoric heat spreads from your core to the rest of your body, but you feel… calm. At ease.

Perfect.

“Shit, you’re… I…” he brushes his nose against yours, his sweats-clad stiffness rubbing your thigh.

“Shut up and get your dick inside me now,” you slur nonchalantly.

His eyes darken, taken aback by your words that he no longer has anything to say. He just hurriedly pushes his sweatpants off and lets his beautiful cock spring free.

You flip him onto his back, straddling his lithe waist. “Told ya. It’s my wit-slash-sex-appeal combo.”

Barry laughs breathlessly, hands snaking up your sides, his blue eyes marveling up at you in wonder.

A little lazy giggle escapes from your lips as you spread your wetness all over his length, stroking him until he’s nice and slick, sinking him into your tight little cunt. You pull yourself nearly all the way off of him, and plunge him back in, and you nearly black out. Watching him melt into the bed from how impossibly close, impossibly delicious he is with you.

You find the perfect pace to ride his cock. And he meets you halfway, hips canting up and hands keeping your hips in place. His dark locks a disheveled mess and blue eyes heavy, lips pink and spent from kisses. A breathtaking sight on top of the perfect fit into your deepest core.

A smile breaks out from your lips. “Is this doin’ it for you?”

“You have no fucking idea.” he lets out a big exhale, pulling you back into his heaving, naked chest. Into his kiss –gentle, especially in contrast with the sharp slapping of skin clashing together filling the room.

It’s so liberating to openly want him. To clench around his cock and let the stretch fill your senses. To meet him halfway when he thrusts up into you so eagerly. You didn’t realize how much you had deprived yourself of that —you never even admitted how your mind lingers on the way he leaned into your shoulder or wrapped his arm around your waist or whatever the hell he was doing that made your heart skip a beat that day.

And now, without the cameras and the crew, the two of you chase after your wanting and pull each other closer to your highs. You bounce on his cock without a single care, but the need for that burst of warmth from your pussy again. And to have him fill you up to the brim. God, what bliss.

“I’m so close… right there— fuck…” You tuck your head in the crook of his shoulder, tasting the sheen of sweat on his skin.

And he wraps his arms around you, gently turning you on your back so he’s on top. With a kiss, he murmurs, “I’ve got you, darling girl. I’ve got you.”

His weight on top of you feels grounding, but the swelling ache in your core grows overwhelming. He thrusts into you, deep and purposeful, his silver chain hanging off of his neck and dangling on your chest. He wets his thumb in his mouth and sneaks it where your bodies meet, right on your clit. He strokes on along with the motion of his hips, his blue eyes unwaveringly locked into yours —pleading and searching and finding at the same time.

You fall apart with his name on your lips, clenching and convulsing around him so hard that you feel his release himself inside you. Grasping and groaning in pleasure. All for you.

And for the longest time, you just stay there. Still and wrapped up in each other as you catch your breath. As the world comes back into vision. Into reality.

“Well,” you run your hands through his hair, “Filming the sex scene tomorrow is gonna be… an experience.”

The two of you break out in a fit of giggles, over the sheer absurdness of this whole situation. The frenzy. The melancholy, as it dies down.

“Don’t— don’t go anywhere just yet,” you say quietly, your hand soft but sure on his waist.

And he understands what you mean perfectly. You just want this to yourself for tonight, and so does he. So he kisses your lips ever so softly. And your cheek and your nose and your forehead. “I won’t.”

“Was it hard doing the romantic scenes? I mean, you guys even had –very beautiful and emotional, might I add– sex scenes in it.”

You groan and roll your eyes. “It’s the worst. Barry’s the worst! He keeps laughing and messing up takes and I’m just here like, ‘can we wrap this up, please? I’m just wearing pasties here– it’s cold!’”

Meanwhile, the man in question is keeling in his seat, dying with laughter, not even denying your strong accusations.

The lights are low and he is hunched over, curling up into himself, sniffling into your bare shoulder. And all you can do is just hold him. Hold him because this might be your last chance before you fly back to New York, to your old life, and leave this –leave him in your distant memory.

“Sometimes I feel like I’m not sure if I have the ability… like if I’ve ever really truly loved anyone.” you feel the crease in his forehead on your skin. And then a drop of tear. “Or if I’ve ever really been loved.”

“Okay, now you’re being dramatic.” You instantly pull up his face to look at him. Smiling fondly, comfortingly at him as he fights back his sobs.

“Am I?” he remarks lamely.

You nod, and for a split second, amidst the chaos of your tumultuous relationship, things become clear. And these words flow out from your lips with no pretense,

“I love you. And I always have, in my own… deranged way. And you love me in your own complicated way. And you’ll always love me.”

And with that, he can finally breathe easy. He nuzzles your nose with his own and caresses your face like it’s the most precious thing he’ll ever have. You feel like a child again. Things are simple, and there’s nobody to prove anything to. Just you and your best friend that you adore with all your heart.

“CUT!” the director calls out.

Neither of you move –neither of you want to– and when you do, it’s out of necessity more than anything else. They call it a wrap and there’s applause and cheering and high-fives and backing out quietly into your trailer, but it all feels like an out-of-body experience.

Why they chose that particular scene as the last ever to shoot is beyond you. You feel like an old wound cut open again and you need a moment to recover. A long indefinite moment to just breathe and sort out the situation in the movie and in real life between you and Barry and—

There’s a knock on the door.

You sigh and answer halfheartedly, “Who is it?”

“Hey, it’s me.”

You could recognize that voice anywhere now. The one that has been home to you for the past two months. And the next thing you know, you’re rushing over towards the door.

And there he stands. Still wearing the thick bathrobe the PA put on him earlier, hunched over in the cold autumn air.

Barry smiles smally. “Can I come in?”

There’s only one obvious answer to that, and you stepping aside to let him into your trailer is enough.

He closes the door behind him. Acutely aware of how jittery you are, even as you stand still, staring out the window with your hands on the edge of the kitchenette counter.

You feel him standing behind you. His forehead slowly rests on the back of your head. Chest flush against your back. Arms snaking around your waist. And it’s oh so easy to just melt into his embrace.

“Are we okay?” he whispers faintly, carefully.

“Yeah.” you caress the strong hand that rests on your stomach. “Just… art imitating life.”

His hug tightens around you, as if in reassurance. “I know.”

You turn around to face him, throwing your arms around him, kissing him with all your might. There’s no more parts to play, lines to deliver. There’s just you and him. And it scares the fuck out of you because you don’t know how long this will last.

But then he says, “Come home with me,” and you’re fighting back tears.

“What?”

“Come home with me,” he repeats. “Just for a couple weeks. Just… until we’re called to an audition or work or, or, or–”

He trails off, but you understand him perfectly. Come home and be with me until we grow old, or grow out of each other, whenever that may be. That’s all he asks for, and that’s all you need. So you cup his face in your hands, thumbs stroking his cheeks, kissing him so tenderly, and you say,

“Okay. Take me home.”

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