#I'm not trying to be bitchy or anything— Sorry if I'm coming across that way

[pinktinselmonstrosity]

didn't want to add it in the notes but i was thinking about this post and how often people have the same attitude towards history

i see posts on here SO OFTEN with some random historical fact and then scores of people in the notes saying "why weren't we taught this in school?!?" and it annoys me because that's..... not what school history class is for? high school history classes are not episodes of horrible histories lmao they're not for teaching you fun facts which are sometimes kinda tenuous in actual scholarly circles, they're for giving you a historical framework for understanding why the world is the way it is today, but even more than that they're for teaching you how to deal with historical sources and contemporary attitudes about history so that when you encounter them outside of class you can engage with them in a critical and considered way, but more than THAT they're about teaching you to engage with ALL kinds of sources in a critical way, a skill that you can and should use in all areas of your life

if you're interested in a particular historical period or topic then GREAT! your school history classes have given you the skills to seek out that information on your own! read books! watch documentaries! go to historical sites! ask questions! but don't sit around on the internet and lament about how you weren't taught any interesting things about history at school, because that was never the point

[drysaladandketchup]

hi! sorry you can absolutely delete this if u don’t feel like answering or anything cause this is kind of vent-y (?) and isn’t like… actually a question but i am SO annoyed at some hockey fans and how they decide to treat leon. i am german and i live in america and the way leon gets treated in fanfictions and hockey discourse gives me serious flashbacks on how i am treated here. ik leon speaks perfect english but i wish people remembered that that’s still his second!!! language!!! it’s not his native language!!! sometimes he will come across differently then he actually is!!! his words will get twisted and he will be misunderstood because it’s not his native language!!!! every time he’s described as pissy and arrogant and rude (in a genuinely rude way) a vulnerable german kid living in america dies… 😔😔😔 and then the mattdrai fanfictions (admittedly i have not read that many because im just a not a big fan of the pairing but it was one of the main ships that got me into the fandom) i just hate that he seems to be so villainized (?). i might be biased (i am) lol but i am soo sick of it rrrr sorry sorry this got way too long. you just spoke about it before so i felt like you might understand where i'm coming from. peace

Oh my dear anon, people continuing to personify Leon as arrogant, emotionless, and rude is becoming my villain origin story. I'm happy to vent alongside you. I have talked about this before, and it does still bother me when I see it. Because I'm biased too. I love this guy haha.

Just for context, I'm Canadian, born and raised, and as of yet haven't lived in another country where I've had to fluently speak a second language or adjust to a culture I was not raised with. So I am by no means someone who can speak on that experience. But I'm sorry you've faced that kind of judgment.

I've written my thoughts on this subject before, here and here, so I'll try not to rehash everything I've said in the past. But as you say anon, I do think Leon is woefully misunderstood. He himself has said he thinks he's misunderstood, and that he comes off as too direct at times, that it's, 'probably the German in me.' He speaks English perfectly well, very fluently, and he's been living in Canada so long it would be weirder if he wasn't culturally affected and adjusted in some way. But he's still very much German; socially, culturally, linguistically. You don't just lose one entirely just because you've been exposed to and entrenched in another.

Sometimes he says things that can come off differently in English than probably intended, or at least that are easily misinterpreted by a North American audience, but that's a far cry from being 'pissy', as he's been branded by fans and media alike (also as an aside even people speaking their first language get their words mixed up and twisted sometimes, so I think we should just cut everyone some more slack when speaking maybe?).

And look, admittedly I've called him bitchy at times in my tags, as a joke, because yeah like literally any other person on earth, sometimes he says or does something that is snarky or poking fun or off-brand humour. But that's not inherently bad, nor is it inherently German. That's just part of his personality, a singular behaviour in a singular moment. I don't genuinely think he's an angry or aggressive or mean person. I think he's literally just a human being with multitudes.

His occasional tone of voice or his sometimes blunt way of speaking or his sarcastic sense of humour--things that could at least in part be because of his being German but are also not at all exclusive to or ubiquitous among Germans--is why some people make him out to be this aggressive or mean-spirited person, but like... obviously that is not only not true if you pay even an ounce of attention to him beyond a few choice soundbites and clips, but it's also insulting in general. As you say, people assuming the worst of you simply because of differences in communication or expression is the farthest thing from okay. Insinuating that he's brutish or emotionless or rude because he's German is obviously bigoted. It's xenophobic. Not to mention, as you said, it just makes it that much harder for other Germans to approach this audience without fearing they'll be judged the same way.

Now, obviously I don't know the guy personally, I only know what of him is public, but he seems like the farthest thing from rude or standoffish or arrogant. He really isn't any different from any other player (skills not withstanding), but for some reason he doesn't seem to get the same leeway between his on-ice persona and his off-ice persona, or from one instance to the next. For some reason, he's held under this microscope and reduced to his 'worst' moments more than a lot of other players I've seen. He does anything without a smile on his face or makes even one joke or comment that's less than flattering (or falls flat due to language differences), he's immediately made out to be a bad guy.

And to touch on mattdrai, which I do love a lot--and it's okay if it's not something you're into anon, you don't have to justify what you do or don't like :)-- I've said before that I think Matthew and Leon aren't always written very true to life. And I totally agree with you that the issue I sometimes see with Leon's characterization is that he is written like he's arrogant and lacking in emotion (at least outwardly), sometimes even acting like some overly-aggressive bully, and that's just so far from the reality that we know. And yes, some writers, like some fans, actively point to the fact that he's German to explain that. As if that's just how all Germans are, by nature of being German. Which, as I said and as you know anon, is so many kinds of wrong and horrible.

Yes yes he does dumb things on the ice sometimes and he and Matthew (and others) have exchanged shoves and whacks and chirps over the years. But again, if folks watched literally anything with Leon outside of those moments, they'd know that those are incidents, not his whole personality. I'm not over here pretending like he's never done anything wrong or questionable or stupid, but who hasn't? He's not a villain for that. Just like he's not perfect. We're all human.

Oof sorry anon this response got away from me a bit lol. Sorry if this got a little off topic, but I am nothing if not someone who rants and rambles. This topic drives me nuts; I can only imagine how upsetting and frustrating it is for you, as a German living in America.

But my ask box is always open for venting <3

[banannabethchase]

"You're going to wish you didn't do that." "Oh, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna be glad I did." Eddie/Danny (bonus points for making this as filthy as you've ever made anything)

Dig Your Claws into My Heart - also on AO3

Danny and Sammy win their tag match, but Eddie wasn't there to watch it. Or so Danny thinks.

~

Oh boy finding this ask was like pulling teeth. But hah! The ask is found, the fic is done, and my brain is soup. Title from Claws by Kim Petras.

~

Danny is bored.

“Stop fidgeting,” Anna says, shoving him. “You keep getting in my space.”

“You could move,” he snaps back at her. “There’s so much space in this locker room.”

“Oh, I could move?” she asks. She shoves him harder, and he’s only slightly surprised when he slides a foot across the bench and almost falls over. “I was here first, and you’re being all bitchy because you’re bored or something.”

Danny stands up. “Alright, your majesty.”

“Hey!” Anna says, kicking at his shins as Danny dances around her feet. “I slay the majesties.”

“And that outfit, by the way,” Danny says. “That dark pink is a good color on you.”

Anna frowns, then blinks. “Um. Thanks. Somehow.” She calms immediately, replaced by confusion. “Now leave me alone. I need to gear up so I can go annoy Skye later.”

Danny rolls his eyes. “Or, you know, you could ask her out.”

Anna turns bright red, and Danny laughs as he practically skips away. He slides into a quiet corner, and facetimes Eddie once he’s sure he’s alone.

“Hey, pretty baby, what’s up?” Eddie asks. “Aw, shit, your face is all pinched. What’s the deal?”

“It’s not pinched!” Danny says, checking himself in the camera. He can’t figure out what Eddie’s seeing. “Where are you? It’s super dark.”

Eddie chuckles. “I’ll tell you later. How was your match?”

“Amazing,” Danny says. He recounts the entire match, buzzing with the way Eddie smiles and nods and asks questions in the right places. “But you shouldn’t need to ask me,” Danny says. “You should have been here.”

“It’s not all about you.” Eddie’s eyes are stern.

“It should be.”

Eddie scoffs. “You keep that attitude up. See what happens.”

“Yeah? Well, you’re in New York, and then you’re in Japan, so you can’t do shit.” Danny folds his arms and sinks lower against the wall. “Maybe since you’re gone I’ll take Jericho up on his offer.”

Eddie laughs darkly, eyes harboring a dangerous sparkle, and it sends a spark up through Danny’s spine. “You’re gonna wish you didn’t do that.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure I’m gonna be glad I did,” Danny fires back. “You’re hundreds of miles away.” He pauses. “Thousands? How far is Yonkers from Saskatoon?”

Eddie’s grin feels predatory, like Danny’s staring down the gaze of a shark. “Not sure,” he says. “How far is your hotel room from the venue?”

“Close,” Danny says. “I’m heading there now.” He pauses. “Why?”

Eddie sighs. “No reason. I’ll see you soon, pretty boy.” He blows a kiss. “Don’t get too bitchy without me.”

“No promises,” Danny replies, and he hangs up.

He does feel a little abandoned, maybe, that Eddie didn’t come to see his match tonight. They won and are going to the finals, but Eddie will be in Japan at that point. He’ll probably be too tired to even watch from an ocean away.

They’ll be apart for over a month, and Eddie couldn’t even be here for Danny’s last match before he leaves. Danny’s mood sours again so fast he can’t even keep up and he stomps back to the locker room.

“Who pissed in your Red Bull?” Daddy Magic asks, smacking his gum.

“I’m gonna need you to leave me alone right now,” Danny grumbles.

“Ooh, sorry,” Daddy Magic says. “I’m only your father, trying to help. You know I’m Daddy Magic because of you, right? I wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t to take care of–”

Danny doesn’t hear the end of the sentence, because he’s turned on the shower.

~

He pouts as he packs, he stomps as he walks to the Lyft, and he glowers as the Lyft driver tries to make conversation. It doesn’t help, just makes him feel even more pathetic.

He gives the driver five stars and a forty percent tip for dealing with his attitude, and pairs the stomp back to his room with an even more powerful glare at no one in particular. He should have realized, as he swipes the key card to the door and drops his stuff, that the boots in the hallway didn’t belong to him.

“Hey there, pretty boy,” comes a low voice. A shiver slides down Danny’s spine. “Still in a bad mood?”

Danny’s torn – on one hand, he wants to leap into Eddie’s arms and curl up with him all night. On the other, he really is pissed that Eddie didn’t bring his ass to watch his match. “Yes,” Danny snaps. He leans against the wall, making it clear that he refuses to cross the room first.

“Any reason?”

Danny stares at him. “You – you’re that stupid?”

“Hey, watch it.”

“No!” Danny yells. “You said you weren’t gonna be here, for my last big match before you went to Japan, then you show up in my hotel room once it’s too late like it’s supposed to be all fine?!” He shakes his head. “Fuck that.” He wants to add and fuck you, but he can’t. He bites his lip. “It’s not fair.”

Eddie stands and walks toward Danny. He feels like a skittish puppy, with the way Eddie’s looking at him. Like he expects Danny to bolt. Maybe he should. “Danny,” Eddie says, and his gentle voice is enough to make Danny lift his head to meet Eddie’s eyes. “I’ve been here since 6pm tonight.”

“And you still didn’t make my match?!”

“Jesus – no, you fucking – Danny, I was there!” Eddie’s laughing, but Danny can’t decide if it’s kind or not. “I went to your match, I cheered you on. Hell, I even met with a reporter to gush about how much I’m looking forward to you leaving those fuckin’ JAS freaks so you can move on to your own thing.” He reaches out and grabs Danny by the waist, yanking him in. “Don’t you dare think I’m not here for you.”

Danny bites the inside of his cheek. “Why didn’t you come find me?” he asks, embarrassed at his own voice.

“I did,” Eddie says. “Hey, look at me.” Danny does, snapping back to Eddie’s eyes. He was trying to avoid this – he always gets so goddamned lost. “I tried to find you, but they didn’t want me bothering you or Mox.” He scoffs. “I think they were worried I was going to try and fuck up Claudio.”

Danny fidgets. “So you were there.”

“Of course I was there,” Eddie murmurs, sliding his hand up to cup Danny’s cheek. “And you had the balls to doubt me.” He pulls Danny in closer, so all Danny can breathe, see, smell is Eddie. “You’re such a goddamned dumbass sometimes, pretty boy.”

Danny tilts his head up to catch Eddie’s lips, and they kiss so sweetly for so long he feels like he’s in someone else’s life.

Eddie pulls back and Danny tries to chase his lips. “Hold on, baby, don’t get too excited.”

Danny deflates. “You have to go.” He takes a step back, nodding. “Yeah, I get that. Bye.”

“No – for the love of fuckin’ god, Danny.” Eddie takes off his hat and adjusts it, fidgeting. “Why are you always expecting me to leave?”

Danny shrugs.

“This isn’t a negotiation,” Eddie says. He grabs Danny’s shoulders and turns him so he’s looking at himself in the mirror hung by the bed. He can’t pull his eyes away from Eddie’s in the reflection. “Why are you always so ready for me to leave?”

Danny tries to look away, but Eddie tilts his head with his fingertips, and Danny doesn’t know how to refuse. “Because everybody does.”

Eddie sighs. “Do I look like everybody, baby?”

Danny shrugs again, and he’s pretty sure his shoulders will get stuck there.

Eddie sighs. “How do I help?” he asks. “This – I don’t know what this is, but I can tell it’s a problem.”

“It’s not a problem,” Danny replies. “I’m fine.”

“Sure you are.”

Thus begins the longest two hours of his life. Eddie psychoanalyzes every detail of Danny’s life without Danny having to say much at all. He knows Eddie’s a talker, but he never expected this approach from a man so entrenched in grudges from 2005 he’s still fighting his best friends.

“Look, kid, we all got abandonment issues, but you can’t take it out on everyone else. That’s how you end up like me.”

“Jesus, on your birthday? No wonder you have such a complex on big days.”

“If you ever call yourself ‘worthless’ again, I’m gonna feed you to Archer or something.”

Eddie finally stops talking, which Danny was beginning to think he wasn’t capable of, around 1:30 in the morning. Danny’s wrapped around him like an octopus, limbs linked with limbs.

“You asleep?”

“No,” Danny replies, snuggling into Eddie’s chest. “Just trying to recover from the 2 hours of therapy I was just subjected to.”

“It was talking,” Eddie says, a little laugh at the back of his words. “God, you’re weird.”

“You cried on a belt a few weeks back,” Danny replies. He yawns. “Which one of us is weird now?”

Eddie kisses his forehead. “Go to sleep, pretty boy.”

“Don’t wanna,” Danny mumbles. “You’re gonna be gone. Should stay up with you.”

“Go to sleep,” Eddie repeats, a little more firmly this time. “I’ll have my way with you in the morning.”

Danny’s giggle is drowsy, half lost to dreams. “Promise?”

“I promise.”

~

Danny wakes up cozy warm, surrounded by Eddie. He snuggles back against him, and he’s very suddenly met with something long and hard against his ass.

He grins as his eyes open. He laces his fingers with Eddie’s on his stomach, then slowly twists his hips. Eddie makes a pleased noise, and pulls Danny closer. Danny circles his hips slowly, then pulls Eddie’s hand up to pull a finger into his mouth. If this doesn’t wake Eddie up, nothing will.

Eddie lets out a fascinating little moan, something Danny’s never heard from him. Danny grins.

“Morning,” he mumbles. “Waking up okay?” He twists again, and Eddie makes another sound.

“You’re gonna wish you hadn’t done that,” Eddie growls, hand splayed across Danny’s stomach.

“You said that yesterday, and now look where I am.” Danny grinds his ass back on Eddie’s dick, suddenly so desperate and so turned on he can barely see straight. “So I’m pretty sure I’ll be glad I did.”

Eddie rolls them over and presses Danny’s body to the bed. The weight presses Danny’s dick into the mattress, and it’s just enough to tease but nothing enough to mean anything. “Yeah?” Eddie breathes into Danny’s ear. “I could wreck you right here, right now, and you’d probably thank me for it, wouldn’t you.”

“Nah,” Danny gasps as Eddie grabs a handful of his ass. “You’ll be thanking me.”

Eddie’s laugh is cruel and beautiful as he lifts himself off of Danny. “You fuckin’ brat. There’s my boy.”

Danny shivers at the combination of insult and praise. He shifts, ass wiggling up in the air. “Don’t be all talk, Eddie,” Danny says. He tosses a pout over his shoulder at Eddie, who’s already pulling off the clothes he wore to bed.

“All talk,” Eddie scoffs. He reaches out and grabs Danny’s hips. “You have lube, right?”

“Of course I do! What kind of boyfriend do you think I am?” Danny says it without thinking about it. “I mean…” Danny turns around to see a wolfish grin on Eddie’s lips.

“Boyfriend?” he asks. “I mean, I’m a little old to be going with that term, but I’ll call you mine if you want.” He aims a quick swat at Danny’s ass. Danny’s pretty sure his muscles almost fall apart. Eddie runs his hand down Danny’s spine to hand on the back of his neck. “You wanna be mine?”

“Yes,” Danny gasps. “And if you don’t fuck me right now I might die.”

Eddie slides his hand back up Danny’s back to grab a handful of his ass and squeeze. All Danny can do is pray Eddie gets in him soon, because, after last night, every second is feeling like a decade. “I’ll be right back, pretty boy.” Danny feels Eddie’s lips at the base of his spine. “Don’t freak out on me.”

“I’m not gonna freak out.”

Danny meets Eddie’s eyes as he bends over and pulls the lube out of Danny’s backpack. “Really? What was last night then?”

“Last night was you being weird,” Danny replies. “Are you going to just leave me here or are you gonna do something about it?” He wiggles his ass.

Eddie shakes his head and smiles. “You keep taunting me. I need you to know that’s a bad idea.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, then,” Danny replies.

Eddie’s expression changes, and Danny’s dick somehow gets harder. “Yeah? Alright then.” He stands, lube in hand, and walks behind Danny again. It’s all he can do to not look around, to not ruin the surprise.

Danny gasps as he feels Eddie’s tongue slide against the cleft of his ass. “Oh, god.”

“Good?”

“Yes, fuck,” Danny says, trying to wiggle his hips back. Eddie holds him in place, though, sending a thrill up and down Danny’s spine he didn’t expect. “Don’t stop. Please.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Eddie chuckles. He spreads Danny open and dives his tongue in, and Danny exhales so completely he slides, face down, onto the bed.

“Oh, god,” he says into the comforter. He fists the comforter in his hands, desperate for more. He turns his head. “Eddie, fuck.”

“Good?” Eddie asks.

Danny nods, then remembers Eddie can’t see his face. “So good.” He falls into the sensation of Eddie’s tongue, of the shaking in his thighs, of Eddie’s fingers digging into his ass. He hopes for bruises, for marks, for Eddie to leave him so desperate and aching Danny rides him hard enough he can’t walk the next day. Eddie doesn’t hesitate, and isn’t cute about the way he eats Danny out, tongue diving in and dripping spit everywhere.

Eddie pulls away and Danny almost sobs with the loss. “No,” he half whimpers, “wait, no. Come back.”

“I’ll be back, baby, don’t worry.”

There’s the click of the cap and then the slick sounds of lube. “Oh, thank god.”

Eddie laughs. “I’m no god, pretty boy. But I’ll do my best.”

Danny feels less antsy once Eddie slides the first two fingers in, smooth and thick but not thick enough. He whines a little at the sensation. He’s never gone from nothing to two before, and it sets off a weird feeling of accomplishment.

“Look at you,” Eddie sighs. “Taking two right off the bat? That’s impressive.”

Danny can’t fight the smile on his face. “Thanks.”

“You look good when you shut up,” Eddie continues. He twists his fingers and Danny’s thighs shake. “I could keep you like this for hours, you know. Give you just enough to feel it, not even to get anywhere.” He shifts so he’s at Danny’s ear. “You’d know I was here, the whole time. But you wouldn’t come.”

Danny whines and pushes back against the fingers. “I could deal with that,” he lies, eyes rolling back in his head as Eddie’s fingers brush his prostate. “Long as you don’t leave.”

Eddie stills. “Shit, you mean that, don’t you.”

Danny freezes.

“No, it’s okay,” Eddie says, and his tone is completely different. “Danny, I’m not going anywhere.” He presses his lips to Danny’s back. “I swear. I ain’t leavin’.”

“Okay.” Danny’s voice is tiny, barely more than a whisper.

“Say you know,” Eddie says. “Danny. Say you know I’m never leaving.”

“You’re never leaving,” Danny answers, and tears prick the corners of his eyes. He shoves his face back into the comforter, unsure of when this became who he is. “You’re staying with me.”

“I’m staying with you,” Eddie says, and it feels like a promise.

There’s silence and stillness for longer than Danny wants. “Don’t stop,” Danny says. “I – I need you to fuck me, okay?”

“You don’t gotta ask me twice,” Eddie chuckles. “Just making sure you’re okay.”

“I am,” Danny says. “I’ll be better once your dick’s in me though.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asks. “Well, fuck. I guess I gotta take care of my pretty boy, huh.”

Danny manages to lift himself on shaky arms to look over his shoulder. Eddie’s gaze is soft and sweet, something Danny’s never seen from him before. “Hey, baby.”

“Hi,” Danny says. He almost tempted to look away.

Eddie scissors his fingers a little more, taking Danny down to his elbows again. Danny pants and gasps as Eddie slides in a third.

“Want you,” Danny demands through rough inhales. “Please, I’m ready.”

“Tell me again,” Eddie says. “What do you want?”

“You,” Danny whines. “Please, I – I need your cock, please.”

“That’s my pretty boy.”

Danny’s elbows give out as Eddie slides into him slowly. He lets out a drawn out, unending moan as Eddie bottoms out, shifting his hips to get used to it. “Oh, fuck, finally. Took you long enough.”

“Hey, there you are,” Eddie chuckles. “My bitchy boyfriend.”

A sensation of heat floods through Danny at that. He’s Eddie’s, he’s Eddie’s boyfriend. And Eddie promised to never leave. It’s more than he’s gotten from anyone before, even if it’s not real. “Yours,” Danny mumbles, and he gives in to the moment.

Eddie’s hands are even more soothing than his voice, sliding up and down Danny’s body as Eddie fucks him deep. On his hips, his back, his chest, his cock. Eddie surrounds him, and Danny’s never felt more known.

The fifth or sixth time Eddie’s hand slides around his cock, Danny moans. “Fuck, I’m close. Already, I’m close.” He doesn’t want it to be over.

“You can come, baby, we’ll do it all over again when I come back.” Eddie starts stroking him. “Yeah? I’ll call you every night like we’re in high school, talk you through opening yourself up on your fingers so you can pretend it’s me.”

Danny whines, fucking back against Eddie’s cock and forward into his fist. “Please,” he gasps. “Please, Eddie, I want to – I want to –” Words escape him as Eddie’s hand and body speed up.

“Yeah, do it,” Eddie says. “Come all over me, baby, show me how much you love this.”

Danny’s entire body tenses and comes harder than he has in his life. Each thrust from Eddie somehow matches the aftershocks, his mind somewhere in oblivion. He thinks, dazed, that he’d fall over if it weren’t for Eddie’s firm grip around his waist.

“Goddamned perfect,” Eddie growls, and then Danny feels Eddie come deep inside him. They still and freeze against each other. Danny thinks Eddie’s rested his head between his shoulder blades. He thinks he feels kisses there. He hopes he’s right. “You okay, baby?”

“Great,” Danny mumbles. “That’s just what I needed.”

Eddie slowly slides out of him and then rolls Danny over. “Hey there, pretty boy,” he says, studying Danny’s face. Danny’s mesmerized. “I’ll be right back, okay? Just need to make sure you don’t fall asleep all sticky.”

Danny sits up slowly. “Give me a second and maybe – maybe we could shower together?” The post sex haze has cleared away any of his insecurities, allowing him to ask for things he’d refused to admit he wanted.

Eddie’s smile turns soft again. “Of course. Come on.”

Danny’s dazed contentment lasts the whole shower, and, in the back of his mind, he remembers there are two flights today and Eddie doesn’t join him on either.

“Alright, what did you just start freaking out about?” Eddie fixes his eyebrows in the mirror. Danny feels strangely like he’s watching a home video. Like this is something he’s not supposed to see. “I can feel you having a moment from over here.”

Danny shrugs. “We both fly home tonight. But…not together.” He looks over at Eddie. “You’re going to Japan.”

Eddie pulls him in, a kiss to Danny’s forehead. “And I’ll think of you every goddamned second, okay?” He holds Danny close, and Danny breathes him in. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Danny tries to memorize the moment, something to hold onto while Eddie’s gone. “I know. But I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too, pretty boy.” He presses his lips to Danny’s forehead. It feels like less of a kiss and more of a claim. “But I’ll come right back to you.”

Danny nods, and lives the moment as long as it will last.

~

Mini Playlist: I Like It Rough - Lady Gaga Claws - Kim Petras Keep Riding Me - ur pretty Sanctified - The Veronicas

[toonlegion]

REVIEW: Suicide Squad Kill The Justice League

"Repost from a comment I made on a video"

Meh, that the long and short of it for me. It's a decent enough shooter, fun transversal and the bosses are decent (though the Batman one could've been better, I heard Twitter gushing about the role reversal of being hunted by him, but it's just an interactive cutscene near the start of the game. The proper showdown isn't as inventive, if anything I'm annoyed they had to ruin the mystique of Knight's ending). But the story I honestly could care less about.

Suicide Squad has just been a "whatever" bunch to me across all media I've seen them in and it's usually always the same plot: forced into service, a lot of bickering while doing a mission, think they see a way out of Waller's grasp, it goes fubar, complete mission, right back where they started. It doesn't help I don't like Amanda at all, she was at least decent in the JL toon, but each appearance since then has slowly turned up her bitchiness and this game REALLY extenuated that to the point I was groaning anytime she comes back into play. No offense to Deborah Wilson, loved her since the MadTV days and normally enjoy seeing her digital self in stuff like the new Call of Duty and the Jedi souls-like games. But the writing here makes me want to tear my ears out every time she's ranting and raving, even when the squad is doing their jobs as ordered. Jesus, even Nick Fury on his bad days wasn't this bad. Beyond that, I was just shrugging, some bits did make me chuckle and most had me groaning at how try-hard to be edgy or comedic, felt like a New 52 version of this setting with the tone-deafness.

They don't really do anything with the Justice League other then being mustache twirling villains via the mind control, save Diana and even she hardly does much with her scant appearances because the plot can't work if she manages to save the day. Especially wasn't fond how some of the JL get send off, yeah Batman's death felt disingenuous and I really feel sorry for Arkham-verse fans that they now have to be reminded of this game down the line when they replay those games. But at the least his had gravatas to it (and I'm not heartless, I did like the little tribute they gave to Kevin at the end). Flash? Gets peed on after he's defeated. Lantern, decent but ruined by Deadshot's one liner, and Superman, oh that ONE pissed me off because they don't even bat an eye at him before the game moves on with he plot. Superman, man of steel, one of the most popular heroes, is just a damn footnote in this game. Are you kidding me?!

After that, I honestly didn't care anymore, about Brainiac, about the multi-verses and the Brainiacs that control them essentially pulling a Kang the Conqueror situation (and no I don't care about spoilers, this game doesn't care about the fans why should I?). By the end, it essentially ends on "Hey congrats you beat it but this is just part 1 of the story, more to come. Pay us money in the live service to see the rest of it in the season passes."

Speaking of, why did they have to make this an online only game on launch? Crashed a few times setting you back a ways, glitches that turned the enemies into statues, and several soft-locks. Ugh, there's a reason off-line modes are a thing from the start. Say what you will about Resident Evil 6, I know how many fans loathe that game, but Capcom at the least had the sense to include that mode on launch. So how is it Rocksteady didn't have that same thought process? Really only good thing I can say is it does look fun with friends from most videos I've seen and I guess that's what they're aiming for to keep it afloat. I've seen some people on Twitter liking it but let's see if those same masses will stay loyal for the long haul.

Again it's decent, the game's world is huge I will give it that, but doesn't give you much to do outside same missions of break shield, defend car, destroy cannon, take out horde, defend this routines. Nor does Metropolis feel as characterized as Arkham City and Gotham in "Knight". With those, I wanted to explore and see the nooks and crannies of it. Here, it feels cluttered and a lot of buildings look the same, very little stands out to me. Maybe because the game doesn't really let you breathe with the constant alien attacks to do so. Oh but the Riddler challenges are back.... Why? "Knight" burned me out on these, so I did not care when he returned and was wondering why he was even here in the first place. They couldn't pick anyone else for this? And level up is just, eh. You grind, you get better guns and costumes, ho hum. At the least it's faster then Gotham Knights.

Overall this is just average, a step up in presentation but really lacking that quality of the previous Arkham games. You'll either dig it or your won't, it's already divisive on social media as is. So all I can say, play it yourself if your curious and make your own judgement. At the least, it's not a must-buy, if you wanna wait, be my guest, you won't be missing anything if you do and you have plenty of other games to keep you busy in the meantime (Tekken 8, Like A Dragon Infinite Wealth, and the upcoming Final Fantasy 7 Rebirth at the time of this writing).

[bellysoupset]

this question is for the whole group ; what’s your favourite thing about your partner? also, what’s the thing they do that makes you want to pull your hair out? (this ask may or may not be inspired by the recent argument fics) 🍄

Hi 🍄, how are you?

Okay I'm going to try and keep this short and for this sake I'll try not to go TOO deep <- lying like a liar

Wendy: She loves how happy and open he is. Here's a man who wears his heart on his sleeve, who's almost always smiling and even when he's not, he makes no effort to play sullen and mysterious. She really likes not having play guessing game with Vin. Vince is a bit of a doormat though and it drives her crazy. She's the one always telling him to assert himself and he's like 🥺 but what if people get sad I said no. | Lighter version: LOVES that man's arms and tummy. Hates the fact he's always leaving his clothes around.

Jonah: Leo's secret personality - aka his bitchy side that only Jon gets to see - is something Jonah looooves. He takes immense pleasure seeing Leo flip flop like day and night between the sweetness that he truly is and the huge bitch that only Jon gets to see. He doesn't love how Leo shuts down, though. He'd rather face yelling and tears than Leo shutting him out and when that happens it drives Jon crazy. | Lighter version: He's obsessed with Leo's hair. Hates Leo inability to close a fucking door.

Bella: Lucas cares so much. About everything and everyone, not just the people he considers his family. He'll go out of his way to help anyone and this is truly what made her fall for him. Hates when his competitive streak gets the best of him, especially when it turns against him. Like when he's bulking and can't quit it even if it's hurting him, because he has to win. When he picks a fight and won't drop it. | Lighter version: She's a thighs woman through and through. Lucas has more hickeys there than anywhere else. If he clogs their toilet again she's going to tear him to pieces.

Leo: Jonah acts on his feelings. He's not the type of declare pretty words, at all, but acts of service are his love language. He'll stay up nights because of his patients, he'll pick fights for Leo, he'll put up with anything. Leo really loves how easily Jonah translates to him. Hates how stubborn Jonah can get. Because Leo reads him so easily, it's terribly frustrating when he knows Jon wants to do something but won't because he's proud. | Lighter version: Jon inherited his mom's model features - sharp jaw, beautiful chin, sparkly hazel eyes, cheek bones, long arms and legs. Leo truly thinks he's the hottest dude he's ever come across. Now if Jonah could STOP attracting men and women like flies, Leo would be happy.

Lucas: Bella is the most hardworking person he knows. She's won't give up, if she sets her mind to something it doesn't matter how shit she is at it at first, she WILL excel in it. Lucas adores this fire in her, he'll happily bend over backwards to help her achieve whatever. He hates how stubborn she is. It's the same flaw he has, but in particular when it comes to Bella's health. He's an over worrier about health so seeing Bell give that little crap about her own health makes him angry. | Lighter version: Error 404 she's the hottest woman ever. Sorry. He adores her laughter, it's giggly and girly and doesn't match her at all. Hates the fact Bella thinks she's Dr. Pimple Popper Jr and will chase him around to pop any pimple she sees. Put those claws away.

Vince: Adores the duality between Wendy taking 0 shit from people, but being a cupcake in the form of a woman. He's always liked sweet girls, but it always ended up badly for Vince because they also were too lenient and meshed with his own doormat tendencies... The relationship fizzled out and died. Wendy is not like that. She's a flower of a girl, but she'll die on her hills and Vince respects this more than anything. He doesn't love how insecure Wendy can be and how she refuses to talk it out. If he's super open, Wendy is super private and it drives him crazy. | Lighter version: DIMPLES. Cheek dimples, ass dimples, she's like a squish toy and Vince WILL chew on her. Hates how she'll spend 200 bucks in a mascara but not in something she actually needs like tires for her car. Please be practical Wendy.

[friendshipgirl]

Animaniacs- New Years

Daniel Mouse, one of the spliced genesis mice of Acme Labs, was extremely embarrassed after a long night of mishaps with his girlfriend, Dot Warner. It was New Year's and the year started off with obviously overwhelming noises and large crowds leading to the first meltdown of 2023. As soon as they made it to the Warner tower, Daniel took no hesitation into jumping onto the foot rest of the couch and collapsed into a pillow, bawling his eyes out.

"Uh… Rough start, huh," said The Brain, the smartest of the five mice and one of Daniel’s best friends. "How about some water for you? You look like an ice cream cone."

Daniel sniffled pathetically, but nodded in agreement when The Brain handed him a glass of cool water before he curled up once more under the blanket of the sofa cushions.

"No one can blame you Daniel," said Pinky, the dimwit mouse of the group and the other of Daniel's best friends, "That clock, cheering, and fireworks made my ears pop like popcorn. Narf!"

"The clock is just a machine that makes noise. I don't care for it," mumbled Daniel, burrowing further into the cushions to hide his tears. His fur was still wet, which meant he had just been sweating for several hours and had yet to even take a shower. He felt gross. He then looks over to his two sisters, goth Raven and colorful SugarBaby baking cupcakes with Dot. Just seeing her face made Daniel calm down a bit.

"So, feel like talking to her Romeo?" Pinky teased as he waggled his brow and nudged him.

"Back off, Pinky," retorted Daniel as he moved his shoulder away, blushing to his ears as usual whenever he gets too shy, "I just don’t want to interrupt her, that’s all,"

Pinky shrugged and went back to his own cupcake.

"You know Daniel, we haven’t talked about New Year resolutions yet," Brain reminds Daniel.

"Oh yeah? Anything besides trying to take over the world?" Daniel asked sarcastically. "Hey," Said Brain, sounding offended and also mildly insulted by Daniel's tone, "If only we didn’t have the ability to do everything we wanted so easily…"

"I know… Sorry Brain…"

"Anyway! We need a new New Year resolution!" Pinky said excitedly, "I have one where I can be able to learn how to play piano for my How To videos! What about you Brain? Besides taking over the world?"

"Ooh, I bet he’s gonna improve on his tweaking," Daniel teased, feeling the gloom go away now that he’s talking to his best friends.

"WHAT!? I— Daniel!" Brain shouts in shock, his cheeks heating up red, "I do NOT dance seggestively like that! And even if I did, that would be a private thing!"

"Oh really," Daniel smirked as he reclined on the couch, putting his hands behind his head, "That explains that time you left yourself exposed with November's… Incedent.

(Flashback)

We see Brain in the bathroom dancing sensually in the mirror as he sings.

Brain: (as he dances seductively) I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy Just like all my thoughts, they always get a bit naughty When I'm out with my girls, I always play a bit bitchy Can't change the way I am, sexy, naughty, bitchy me

Daniel sees the door open and looks inside and Brain flushed furiously upon seeing him in the mirror.

"DON'T COME IN! DON'T COME IN!"

(end of flashback)

"NARF! I remember that!" Pinky laughed happily, "It just makes me all giddy to think about how cute it was to see you shake your little butt all jiggly wiggly, listening to dirty pop. ZORT!"

"Shake what?" Brain chuckled nervously, feeling his face burn more red in embarrassment, "You're exaggerating."

"What are we going to celebrate this year, anyway?" asked SugarBaby from across the table.

"Well SugarBaby," Spot started as she mixed the batter, "New Years is the most important day of the year after the 365th day and becoming even more better than last year,”

"And we will become even better next year!” finished Brain, “It is not just the end of our days that will make us greater. It is the very fact that we exist, and rule the world!"

Raven rolled her eyes at the last part.

"You know guys, I feel a lot better talking to you guys," Daniel said, "I'm glad things worked out between us!"

"Of course they did! Why else would we all be here right now?" Said Billigo.

Dot raised a hand, causing everyone's attention to turn towards the little green mouse.

"Um… I was wondering…" She started hesitantly, "Would any of you like a kiss or anything?"

"Dot! We are not starting the year off with cooties!" Wakko teased.

"Fine, I’ll kiss Daniel then," Said Dot.

"What!? Dot, why would you want—" Daniel asked in shock before his lips met Dot's. His entire face turned bright red and he was forced to pull away as everyone burst into laughter.

“Aw Daniel,” Said Dot sympathetically, “Don’t worry about the year, it’s just because we love you,”

“Yeah, yeah…” Daniel muttered, steam coming out his ears, "But, I never agreed to kissing you, Dot,"

[runnning-outof-time]

Question anon, again! (hope i'm not to annoying with these questions). I wanted to get your opinion about the way both Grace and Lizzie treated/talked to May. I found both of them to come across as quite "bitchy" and mean. Grace at the races obviously was asserting her "dominance" (if that's the right word) and making sure May knew Tommy wasn't available anymore. And Lizzie after May came to town in S4 after she find out she was pregnant (i think), her tone was quite rude and blunt.

Why do you think they acted that way towards May? It's just screamed jealously to me from both Grace and Lizzie. Like they saw how much Tommy liked May or something and were threatened?

Hey there question anon! 👋🏻👋🏻 it’s so nice to hear from you again! You’re most certainly not annoying me with these questions - I always enjoy seeing them in my inbox! I’m sorry it took me a few days to answer this…my brain’s been mush every day after work this week and I haven’t really had the energy to do much of anything. But I have off today, so I’m hoping I’ll be recharged for next week. I hope you’ve been well! ❤️

These are some interesting thoughts you’ve shared here…

I definitely think that they were being bitchy and mean towards May…and I think that a big reason behind that was that she was going after the same man that they were and (dare I say) they felt threatened because they saw how interested she and Tommy were in each other/how much chemistry they had.

To me, Tommy and May had the most chemistry together. I absolutely loved their scenes, and even though I knew they’d never work, I was really wanting them to. I think that Grace and Lizzie saw that chemistry and then went at her/reacted to her because of those reasons that you perfectly described.

Grace was trying to stake her claim…assert her dominance. She was showing that she was back in town and because of that Tommy was off the market and coming back to her (which was foolish of her to think, but hell…it worked)

I can’t say it with 100% certainty, but I think May came to Birmingham before Lizzie knew she was pregnant, but after she and Tommy went to the river. So she was sitting pretty with Tommy thinking everything was finally going the way she wanted it and then an old flame (who’s feelings may not be so old) returns and stirs things up. I think she was unhappy that she’d turned up because Lizzie knows Tommy better than a lot of people…she knew that he wasn’t going to resist May, and I think that she was bitter about that. It was a reminder that he wasn’t 110% hers.

Thanks so much for sending this in!! I’d be happy to chat about whatever else may be on your mind. Don’t ever think that you’re annoying me with these - I very rarely get any asks, so it’s always fun answering them!! 😊

[tu-sugar-mami]

Tales of the side of the road #7: Let your bro take care of things

1k words, Tumblr mobile won't let me cut it.

You can read the whole thing in AO3

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That time where an inhuman creature jumped in front of your car and made you and your companion spin down the hill trapped inside the crashed vehicle, could probably be one of the worst days you can -although very vaguely- recall in your life. You still hear the screeches of the slowly dying creature along with the pained cries of your companion in your nightmares, and some nights you swear you can feel the iron grip of their hand on your forearm searching for support as the pain blinds their senses. The dreams never stray from that memory, always looping in the exact same order in your slumber and making it impossible for you to gain proper sleep. Usually a few hours of shut-eye are enough to push through the long day, but as of lately, thanks to Eiddelte, it's been easier. Since you were 'blessed' with the honor of sharing your body with a dark deity, most of your memories from your life before Itsy Bitchy Spider have been slowly dissolving into a hazy fog, and numbness has been slowly overtaking your emotions towards that event. You don't even care about your late companion anymore, whoever they were, and even though you're ashamed to admit it, you're grateful for that since the heavy feeling after the nightmares was becoming annoying. You see no point in grieving for someone you can't remember.

Under that amicable and friendly mask personality you use for your everyday service, there's a lone and empty shadow of the person you once were. A stranger might think you're the human version of a golden retriever with how many friends you may appear to have, but the truth is, there are actually very few people you care for, one of them being Mark.

Mark, a fairly handsome brunette guy with the most dashing smile and the most charming dimples you have seen on a human who is a member of a cult, somehow slithered his way to your good graces and, even if you wouldn't admit it out loud, became something akin to a brother to you. He was there when you started working at the coffee shop, giving you a tour of the nearby woods and even treated you to a combo of chips and soda from the Oxxo across the street. He was the first face you saw after the Eiddelte incident, and the only one to keep putting you above everything other than said dark goddess. 

You both clicked like a fingernail and dirt, sharing the freshest gossip over some sweet pastries and a cup of cold chocolate and fixing the wooden cages in the back alley while he told you about his crush on a new member of the cult or trying to play pranks on the sole cashier in that old convenience store. 

Of course, spending so much time together let him learn most of your schedule, and so, as you are currently knocked out cold behind the counter, he tightens an apron a size too small for him with a coffee beans pattern print and takes it upon himself to make sure the shop doesn't fall apart. 

"I see now. I'm sorry you had to go through that." Mark says, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up to his forearms. "My first encounter with our goddess was also quite a shocking experience but one gets used to it with time." A goodhearted laugh comes from him as he gently feeds a lizard from the lizard jar to the thing that lives in the vase Daniela was about to break earlier.

"How can you say something like that?! We could have Died!" Cassandra remarks, her hands gripping hard onto the counter wood. 

"But you didn't, did you miss? Other than my Gary boy all of you are just fine, and I'm sure little ferret here wouldn't have let anything happen to you." Mark points at you. "See that? She fought against My goddess' power to be back in her body, that's why she's exhausted."

"Little ferret?" Daniels, who has gone through most of the cake exhibits, asks. 

Mark laughs again, and crouches next to you to ruffle your hair before making a display of his strength and pulling your limp body to carry it on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and making his way to the staff only room.

"Yeah," His voice sounds muffled from behind the half closed door. "It's kind of an inside joke between us."

"Donna says it's adorable." Angie, who is back next to Daniela and munching on a cookie, says before jumping off the counter and yelling her sing-song. Poor Donna can only jump at the realization that her thoughts are exposed and quickly chases after her doll with her face bright red and thinking-yelling shush shush shush!

"Alcina! Are your bugs okay?!" The glass doors open abruptly making the bell above the glass tinkle loudly and a tall man whose clothes have definitely seen better days barrels in. 

"Uncle Heisey!" Daniela says and runs to him, almost sending him to the floor with the tackle-hug she receives him with, but surprisingly he stands perfectly and softly pats her head.

"Are you alright kid?" His voice comes chill, but worry boils under it.

"Heisenberg." The tall Lady stands from her seat and walks towards the man passing next to Bela, who's sitting on a tall chair, and pets her head on the way. 

Heisenberg squints at the Lady and goes to meet her halfway. Daniela swarms back to reunite with her sisters.

"Tell me i wasn't the only one to feel that earlier, Alcina. I wasn't worried about you at all, but you know i have a soft spot for your bugs." He says, and takes a moment to sweep the place with his eyes in search for his other two nieces, who spot him and wave before going back to raiding the rest of the exhibit. Don't tell this to Karl but they know he also checks on Donna and Angie to make sure they're alright too. And maybe he was a tiny little bit worried about Alcina too.

"Yes. That." Alcina swallows and the man shifts his posture, uneasy. He has very rarely seen Alcina this hesitant. "As much as I'm reluctant to say this, Mother Miranda might not be the only goddess we know now."

"Yeah, glad you re–" His eyes open in surprise. "Wait, you're serious?"

Alcina would have most definitely laughed at the look on Heisenberg's face if she wasn't that worried about what the implications of her words were. 

"A goddess… a real one you mean?" His head is already filling with plans and ideas for his personal goal. 

"Karl." A voice comes from behind him and Karl jumps slightly. Donna (god knows how she's always so silent) is next to him with Angie demolishing a lollipop and back in the safe restraints of the dollmaker's arms. "Did you feel it too?"

Karl's gaze is fixed on the wooden floor. He's ashamed to admit that the pressure also got to him while he was napping. His power didn't help him to fight it, instead managing to make the metal tubes from street signs nearby pin him by his jacket to a tree a few meters from the carriage. He is also not going to admit that for the first time since he got the cadou he felt helpless and… scared.

"I did. That was her?" 

Donna nods. 

"What we felt is something i haven't experienced before even with Mother Miranda's wrath unleashed." Alcina looks back over her shoulder to her girls. "I don't know if she must know about this."

"Good news! Little ferret is alright!" Mark comes back into the room, wiping his wet hands on the apron. "Oh, a new visitor." He says as he spots Karl. "Welcome to Itsy Bitchy Spider! What can I offer you this lovely afternoon?" 

While The Uncle Heisey is busy admiring the way the button up shirt clings to the brunette man's Dorito shaped torso and how those strong looking forearms are exposed, Bela's gaze is fixed outside wondering if it's her imagination or if it's really still afternoon when she's sure the sun should have gone down few hours ago.

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[sakuric]

tslmty. | sorry doesn't fix shit.

warning: this chapter contains strong language, mentions of abuse and other triggering topics.

suna got a call the next morning. he opened his eyes, slightly squinting them as the light from the phone irritated his eyes. it was a call. he hoped it was from y/n, but it was quite opposite. it was his mother.

fifteen missed calls within the last half an hour, he slept through all. he picked up the phone and heard his mother sigh in relief.

"i was going to call an ambulance over there, oh my god, suna what were you thinking?!" his mother's irritating voice blasted into suna's ear.

"mom i was asleep."

"at three pm?"

"yeah..." suna yawned. "anyway what do you want?"

"i wanted to ask you to come over."

"why so?"

"well, you haven't gathered all your stuff and we're renting your room."

"mm," suna hummed, slightly irritated that his mother was selling his room for someone else to use. "i'll come by in like an hour, let me get ready."

"good." with that, his mother hung up.

"this couldn't have been a better fucking day." suna said sarcastically as he laid down and physically face palmed himself.

—

"ah, you're here." it didn’t take a genius to notice the ice cold venom lacing through her words when she’d finally acknowledged him. ever since he’d begun dressing the way that he wanted to, his mother had always made snide comments, saying that he’s never going to go far in life if he continues to be a sleazy and unkempt piece of shit. yes, his mother had said it to his face.

"yeah,” he curtly responded, not really caring for another one of her bitchy episodes. he just wanted to move on and get out of there as soon as he could. “i’ll go get my stuff and leave."

"hold on, rin." his mother stopped him. some years ago, it took everything in him to maintain the neutral expression on his face and not scowl in annoyance. now, he didn’t even think twice about displaying his displeasure towards her. “we need to talk about something important."

"what is it? have you finally gotten that shitty job of yours? or have you finally found someone to replace me as a son?" he spat, his emotions boiling restlessly in his chest like scalding water.

"i've gotten it a long time ago, and who are you to talk to your mother like that? what kind of person are you to think i would do such a thing?" suna scoffed in disbelief.

"i'm your fucking child! what kind of mother are you to fucking envy me like this?” he raised his voice at his mother, he could feel the anger slowly rising and he was so sure that he was going to erupt at any given moment. not wanting to escalate things further, he took a deep breath before continuing in a more tamed volume and tone of voice. “you don't even fucking call unless you need something from me."

"why would i call you? you don't even act like my son, let alone treat me like a mother!" oh, she was going to pull that card out? that’s fine. he had his own and he’s going to show her.

"because you're not acting like one! when was the last time you congratulated me for my birthday?!" suna's voice cracked. he couldn’t keep the tears at bay anymore, hot tears now streaming down his face. he wanted to do punch a wall, the seething anger bleeding through his lungs and caging him like a suffocating trap.

"last year..?" it sounded more like a question than a statement. he didn’t expect anything more from her.

"five years ago, mom. five years ago, back when you thought i was something special... back when you were proud to call me your son." suna sniffled, wiping his tears with the sleeve of his shirt.

"i- rin... i'm sorry."

"sorry doesn't fix shit, mom."

"see, you didn't even take my apology into consideration." she was quick to flip her switch, thinly pencilled in eyebrows furrowing together in a sickly frown as she crossed her arms across her chest.

"was it honest?" suna cocked an eyebrow upwards.

"what?"

"was your apology honest?" he repeated himself. she only stared back at him, lips pressed into a thin line and jaw clenching at the brutal truth of his words. suna weakly scoffed. "that's what i thought."

his blood still boiling and heart beating rapidly, he stomped upstairs to his room. packing the stuff hurriedly, he couldn't help but tear up again. he hated fighting with his mother. it was exhausting for him. he never raised his voice at anyone, but his mother made him feel like the whole world was crashing down at an immeasurable pace.

he stepped back downstairs to find his mother opening a bottle of whiskey, like she usually would whenever something pissed her off.

"are you sure that's gonna help?" suna spat, rolling his eyes at the way his mother grew more infuriated.

"you don't know what can help me- you don't know shit, rintarou!" his mother's gaze burned holes in suna's chest, her voice as harsh as ever. suna was ready for whatever she decided to spit at him next. was it gonna be another snide comment about him? or something partially insulting?

"you're just like your father, ungrateful and pathetic. do you know how much i've done for you?" she spat and took another large gulp of the whiskey. "the least you could do is respect my decision and move back in with me!" her eyes gazed at suna's teary ones, suddenly looking him up & down, and chuckling to herself. "pathetic fucking bastard..."

"i'm not moving in with you." suna's voice was stern and monotone, he was trying his best not to show any emotion. his mother stood up, the anger taking over her body. she stepped closer to suna and not hesitating a second she slapped him harder than ever before.

"did you not fucking hear what i said?!"

"i did." suna pushed her away. "i'm leaving and this time it's for good. you'll never see me again."

"good! fuck off for all i care!" her strong voice with a mix of slurred words was the final thing to break suna. he scoffed to himself before picking up the fallen suitcase and running out of the house.

he didn't care where he ran, he didn't care where his legs would take him, all he cared about was getting far away from that hell hole and his bitch of a mother.

masterlist.

suna's dad left their family when suna was very little.

his mother had always hated his guts and tried her best to contain herself, but after he started doing worse in school there wasn't a day where she wouldn't remind him how useless he was.

taglist; @elianetsantana @soranihimawari @ichorizaki @haengbokpixie @icedberrytea @bebegi @sadraging-wh0re @heyatsumu @anngelllla @admiringlove @erens-piss-cleaner @sunasthing @kac-chowsballs @honeydrip

special thanks to @icorizaki for helping me with this chapter.

[spicycreativity]

Howl- Ch. 3

Chapter: 3/10

Add'l Notes: Fic is posted in full on my AO3, WizardGlick

Chapter content warnings: Depictions of alcohol use

“Nothing,” Remus pronounced. His breath ghosted over Virgil’s ear and he shuddered, pulling away so he could look Remus in the face. Remus was still in his work clothes and he smelled, not wholly unpleasantly, of sweat and dirty water.

“Nothing?” Virgil ran his pointer fingers behind both ears, just barely resisting the urge to dig in with his nails and see for himself, dammit.

“I think you’d know if aliens had stuck a tracking chip in your head,” Remus said, his own fingers dancing across the countertop toward the basket of enamel pins by the register.

Virgil ran his fingertips across his temples, still feeling for something, some marking or scar. “But if it wasn’t aliens...”

“Far be it from me to be the voice of reason,” Remus said, “but are we sure you weren’t just sleepwalking? Or high on peyote?"

Virgil continued to track Remus' fingers as he stuck his hand in the basket. "If you steal anything, it comes out of my paycheck." Not strictly true, but it would make Remus pause.

"I wasn't gonna steal!" Remus exclaimed, holding up his hands. "But now I kinda want to."

"Please don't." Virgil sighed and put his face in his hands. He'd noticed a strange metallic taste in his mouth after waking up properly, and even the desperate mouthfuls of Monster he'd been forcing down his throat couldn't seem to touch it. It hadn't touched his exhaustion much, either. Whatever Virgil had been up to last night had not been a restful activity.

"Oh, c'mon, don't freak out." Remus' hand sat heavy on Virgil's shoulder, warming him through the thin fabric of his Baphomet t-shirt. "You were probably just sleepwalking. It happens all the time. Roman used to sleepwalk all over the place when we were kids. One time we even found him asleep in the yard. Naked, just like you."

Virgil peeked over his fingertips. "Really?" Remus was not the type to lie to make someone feel better, but this story seemed a little far-fetched.

"I swear," Remus said, eyes wide with childish solemnity.

The only customer in the store stepped up to pay, and Remus stepped aside to let Virgil deal with them. He made faces behind their back, contorted himself into absurdly sexual poses and stuck out his tongue and wiggled his hips like Elvis in his prime. Virgil pursed his lips to keep from laughing. It had been a hard decision to ask Remus for help with this, but Virgil was glad he had chosen him.

Patton was a big softie and nearly as prone to panic as Virgil was. If he didn't escalate Virgil's paranoia about aliens then he would probably end up pressuring Virgil to make a police report. A useless endeavor, since no crime had actually occurred as far as Virgil knew. Roman and Janus would just make fun of him for being a tin foil hat-wearing loony. And Logan… Well. He might judge. He might not. But Virgil didn't want to look stupid in front of him. Not to mention that Logan would ask questions, force Virgil to face something he wasn't ready to face.

So Remus it was.

"Thank you," Virgil said when the customer had left and Remus had stopped gyrating his hips. "I know I'm being dumb and it was probably nothing."

"Janus isn't here right now," Remus said, pouring out the basket of enamel pins. They scattered and clicked across the countertop. "But if he was, I think he'd say--" Remus shifted his weight and crossed his arms, "'Now what did we say about negative self talk?'"

Virgil chose not to remind Remus that Bienvenue was only a few blocks away and he could easily go get Janus if he wanted. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I know it wasn't aliens."

"But if it was peyote, you do have to share," Remus said, his attention already back on the pins. He poked through them with one dirty fingertip.

Virgil watched for a moment, then joined in, turning the pins to face Remus so he could get a good look at them. Remus seemed particularly fixated on one shaped like a death's head moth. "That one's six dollars."

Remus braced his elbows on the counter and clasped his hands under his chin, lashes aflutter. "You know how you could repay me for checking your skull for alien trackers?"

Virgil nearly reached for his wallet before he realized what Remus was actually getting at. He sighed, biting back his smile all the while, and made a show of turning to inspect the rotating sticker display. "Uh-oh," he said in an exaggerated monotone. "I'd better make sure all the stickers are properly organized. Gee, I sure hope no one shoplifts while I'm doing that."

There was a brief moment of silence. It was broken when Remus, presumably done pocketing the pin, said, "So bowling night?"

"Huh?" said Virgil, trying to find the dirty joke. Maybe something about balls?

Remus pulled his phone out of the pocket of his work pants and shook it at Virgil. "Pastor Patton's little group bonding venture?"

"Don't call him that," Virgil muttered, digging his phone out of his pocket. Sure enough, of the messages he'd been ignoring all morning, one was a new group chat. He read through the messages. "How did Patton get your number?"

"Roman gave it to him."

"How'd he get Janus' number?"

Remus grinned. "I gave it to him. No way am I suffering through some corny adult bonding shit without backup."

"Am I not backup?" Virgil asked, unsure whether he should be offended.

"You can't be backup," Remus said dismissively. "You're the bridge. You forced me 'n' Roman to reunite, you made us all hang out. You're the bridge. You won't be as mean as I need you to be."

"I'm mean!" Virgil said. "I'm so mean!"

"Say something bitchy about Patton right now. Quickly!" Remus began to snap his fingers.

"Um," said Virgil. "Uh. Sometimes-- Well, sometimes he can be kinda… Smother-y?"

"Oh, please." Remus rolled his eyes. "That was almost healthy communication."

"Fine." Virgil crossed his arms over his chest.

Remus let him pretend to be upset for roughly three seconds. "But you are coming, right? Or are you gonna spend the night playing with Data's joystick?"

Virgil's cheeks went hot. "Of course I'm com--" He paused and reconsidered his choice of words. "Of course I'll be there. And Logan will, too."

"Wonder if I can start a betting pool," Remus said thoughtfully.

The bells on the door tinkled and Virgil leaned over to see past Remus. "Hi, welcome in," he said in his best customer service voice, which wasn't very good. "Let me know if I can help you find anything."

"Just browsing."

"Alright."

"Well," said Remus, affixing the moth pin to his hi-vis vest. "See you tonight?"

"Yeah," said Virgil. "Please be nice to Patton."

Remus winked and started to back out. "Sorry! Hazing is mandatory."

He slipped out the door, leaving Virgil to marinate in his anxiety.

--

Although he was exhausted, Virgil went for a short walk after work. He wandered by Bienvenue and stared at the fancy suits in the window and wondered how Janus always had the audacity to dress like he was attending a funeral at a high-end night club. His feet took him forward and he smiled a little. If there was one thing Janus had in abundance, it was audacity.

He stopped again by the reflecting pool at the Plaza and read the plaque. It had very little information and devoted barely half a sentence to the supposed curse. A shiver ran down Virgil's spine. He took a deep breath and carefully did not panic. As Logan would say, he shouldn't jump to conclusions. He needed more data.

Virgil didn't want more data. He would happily chalk his misadventure up to sleepwalking and banish it forcefully to his subconscious, if only it would never, ever happen again. He shivered again despite the balmy weather and muffled a yawn behind his hand. Time to go home and get whatever sleep he could before the inevitable disaster of bowling night.

He managed to get home without hitting any potholes. Whatever stormy weather had threatened Vaillant earlier in the week seemed to have passed, and he was treated to a spectacular view of a great blue heron flying low over the road. He even managed a few hours of sleep before he had to wake up and get ready.

He chose his outfit with care, scrutinizing it through Logan's eyes. What would Logan like? What did Logan like? Virgil had no idea about his preference in men or how he slotted into it.  Was it his height? His body shape? His eyes? What should he play up to make Logan like him? So Logan wouldn't regret choosing to be with him?

He dithered over this until he made himself late, and chose an outfit that he felt good in: long sleeves, long pants, the reassuring weight of his hoodie on his shoulders.

He kept it zipped up to his neck even after he entered the warmth and light of Vaillant's singular bowling alley, Gator Lanes. His friends were already seated. Waiting. For him.

Despite the wash of guilt, Virgil slowed and surveyed the scene. Patton and Logan sat on one of the low, pleather couches with a pair of bowling shoes between them. That left Roman, Remus, and Janus wedged on the other couch. They all looked like they were getting along, which was good. Roman and Remus were speed-eating French fries while the others talked.

Virgil approached from the back, gesturing for Patton and Logan to be quiet. He didn't miss the way Logan's eyes lit up; it sent a pleasant little rush of adrenaline all through his veins. When he was close enough, he leaned over and stole the pineapple off the rim of Janus' hurricane glass. It was dyed red from grenadine and tasted vaguely of rum.

"It's fine," said Janus, casually flipping Virgil the bird. "I wasn't saving that or anything."

"Guess you'll have to get another one," Remus said.

They started bickering about how drunk was too drunk for bowling night, so Virgil came around to Patton and Logan's side of the table. He kissed Logan hello while Patton explained about the shoes: "They were out of your size, so I got a size down instead of up, because I know you wear those really thin socks and I didn't want you to slip."

"Thanks, Pat," Virgil said. His hand found Logan's, somehow, and he smiled. "I wouldn't have put that much thought into it."

"That's why you have me!"

"Can we start now?" Roman asked, wiggling in place.

Patton stood up to fiddle with the control, and Virgil forced himself to nuzzle Logan's jawline with his nose. He wanted to do it, but the idea of being witnessed while he did so made his skin crawl.

Logan turned his head so they were nose-to-nose and smiled before pulling away. "Do you want me to order you a drink? We were going to, but we weren't sure what you'd want."

Roman threw a straw wrapper at them. "We're just about to start!"

"You're up second, too," Patton said cheerfully, flopping back down on the couch. "I put us in alphabetical order."

"I'll go, then," Virgil said. He squeezed Logan's hand and let go of it, stood.

"Don't forget to put your bowling shoes on," Janus said, eying Virgil's ratty leather ankle boots. Janus himself had somehow done the impossible and matched the colors of his suit to the dull red and blue of Gator Lanes' bowling shoes, making his whole outfit look deliberately tacky.

"When I get back."

"I'll go with you!" Roman got to his feet. "I already know I'm gonna lose. What's one more drink?"

"That's the spirit!" Remus said.

"Ha," said Patton, "I get it."

They turned to go, Roman bumping Virgil with his hip to prompt him forward. "So you and Logan, huh?" he said once they were out of earshot. "How's that going?"

"Fine," Virgil said, feeling the blush crawl onto his face. It was a short walk to the bar, but it suddenly seemed like miles and miles.

"You sure keep things close to your chest, don't you? Didn't say a word to me." Roman crossed his arms and looked sideways at him.

"I didn't think I had a chance!" Virgil exclaimed. "Wait. Did he say something to you?"

Roman winked at him, shushed him, and bellied up to the bar so he could order. Virgil hung back, one hand on his wallet, but Roman waved a hand. "Janus has a tab going," he said, turning back to Virgil.

"Does Janus know he has a tab going?" Virgil asked.

"Uh, yeah, it's not like I stole his card."

"It's not you I'm worried about," Virgil said, thinking of Remus and the moth pin.

"Ugh, you worry too much."

"This shouldn't be news to you, Roman, I have 'Worry Too Much' Disorder." Virgil flicked at his zipper pull. "Wait, so did Logan say anything to you?"

Roman smiled, even laughed a little. "Uh, yeah, he practically asked me and Patton for permission to ask you out. He made us promise not to tell you. Honestly, it was kinda cute how nervous he was."

"Nervous?" Virgil repeated. It was obvious now, but it hadn't occurred to him that Logan had lost just as much sleep over Virgil as Virgil had over him.

A harried-looking bartender popped up behind Roman, slid their drinks over, and vanished again practically before Virgil could force out a 'thank you.' Roman passed him his vodka Red Bull. "Let's go."

"Alright." Virgil sighed. It was probably better not to try to wring the details out of Roman, especially since he'd said that Logan had told him not to tell.

They reached their lane and he  scooted in next to Logan, snuggling up a lot closer than was necessary, especially given that Patton was currently up to bowl. "Welcome back," Logan said.

Virgil set his drink on the table and began to change his shoes over. "Having fun yet?" he asked Janus. He was still a little resentful that Remus and Janus didn't think he could be mean anymore. Just because he didn't want to shit-talk Patton behind his back. Sure, Remus had been the one to say it, but Virgil had no doubt the sentiment originated with Janus.

"Sure, I guess there's a sort of primal thrill in hurling a 14-pound ball at a target," Janus said primly.

"10 pounds," Logan said.

Virgil bit down on his lip to hide his smile.

"I'm sorry?" Janus tilted his head.

Logan gestured at the bright yellow ball sitting in the ball return. "10 pounds, not 14." Patton's ball came back, followed shortly thereafter by Patton. "16 pounds," Logan said.

"Pat's strong," Virgil said, elbowing Patton as he sat down. Janus bit down on an ice cube. "By the way," said Virgil, feeling a spark of pure evil manifest inside himself. "Have you guys made cutting boards yet?" To Janus, he said, "It's kind of a tradition."

"I'd heard," Janus said, shooting him a covert dirty look.

Virgil smiled at him and turned to Patton. "Janus would rather die than say so, but I can tell he's excited."

"Oh, good!" Patton said. To Janus, he said "I was actually a little worried you wouldn't want to do it."

Virgil's killing strike was delayed slightly by Remus' reappearance and Roman's subsequent disappearance, and he knew he had to act quickly or Janus would wiggle out of it when Virgil was taking his turn. Remus finally sat and stopped crowing about his spare, which no one had witnessed. Virgil pounced. "Bienvenue is closed on Sundays, isn't it?" he said to Janus, as though the shop hadn't kept the same hours for years. "Maybe you guys could do it then."

"The weather should be clear, too," Logan chimed in. Virgil looked at him, trying to gauge if he had picked up on the game, but his face gave nothing away.

"Works for me!" Patton said. "I'm putting the finishing touches on a coffee table for somebody down south, but I can make time on Sunday."

"Great," said Janus with a plastic smile Virgil knew he usually reserved for difficult customers. The daggers in his eyes promised a thorough bitching-out later, but Virgil didn't even care. So he wasn't mean anymore, hm?

"All you," said Roman, tapping Virgil on the shoulder.

Virgil nodded and took a long swallow of his vodka Red Bull. It was stupid, but walking up to bowl always felt like walking out on stage. He knew full well none of his friends were paying attention and even if they were, their friendly teasing was nothing to worry about. They knew when to stop. But still, his heart quivered as he approached the lane. By sheer luck, he managed not to get a gutter ball, then turned and hovered awkwardly as he waited for his ball to come back.

Logan caught his eye and winked at him, not even pausing in his explanation of the physics of bowling. Virgil smiled back, and suddenly everything seemed that much lighter, that much more bearable. He really had to stop worrying so much.

[somarsword]

Sleep on the Floor - Part 4

ROGER TAYLOR X READER

Hiiiii! Thank you so much for reading my fic, I didn't expect anyone to read it to be honest, so I'm really happy to know that others enjoy what I make. Have I mentioned that this fic is somewhat of a slowburn? If I haven’t, sorry HAHAHAHA. Oh by the way, not sure if anyone else is interested but if you want to be tagged in the following updates, don’t be shy to ask <3

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February 17, 1976 - Saginaw

“You want some?” Bill asks, holding up a half eaten granola bar in front of you.

“I’m good” declining his offer, watching as he messily chews. He shrugs, retracting his hand and taking another bite.

You look away, glancing back down at the papers spread out on the table. You sigh sadly. There was so much shit to sort through. When Jim said he needed help organizing the finances, he actually meant he needed someone to do it for him.

“You know you’re allowed to take breaks, right?” Roger says, popping into the room. This makes you jump slightly, dropping the pen you were previously holding.

“Jesus. Can you knock?” you huff out as you reach down to grab the pen. This only causes Roger to let out a chuckle.

“Oh by the way, Crystal’s looking for you” Roger addresses Bill as he plops down on the couch behind you.

“What for?” Bill asks, mouth still stuffed with food.

“Not sure. Something about carrying equipment I think” Roger responds. Bill hums in response, taking the final bite of the granola bar and pushing his chair back.

“See ya later Y/n” he says, already walking towards the door. You smile and wave goodbye before he slips out of the room, leaving you and Roger behind.

Returning your attention towards the paperwork, you resume working, falling back to routine. You nearly forget Roger was in the room with you, too engrossed in fixing the finances, until he starts throwing tiny paper balls at the back of your head. You try your best to ignore it, wanting to finish the task at hand, but it’s just too distracting.

“Yes Roger?” you ask exasperated at his attempts to gain your attention. You set down your pen and turn your head to face him.

“I’m hungry” he whines, causing you to roll your eyes and turn back around.

“Roger, I’m your accountant, not your assistant. It's not my job to make sure you’re fed.” You hear the springs of the couch squeak as he sits up.

“That’s not what I meant.” he groans, moving to stand next to you. You look up at him, brow raised as you silently ask what he meant.

“Well, you see, I’m hungry and there’s this diner down the street I’ve been meaning to go to before we leave Saginaw.” he says.

“Then go?” you say, slightly confused by his explanation.

“I mean I could do that, but I hate eating alone.” he says.

Oh. Oh!

“What about the boys?” you ask, slightly apprehensive, not entirely sure if he was actually inviting you or was just expressing his thoughts.

“John’s asleep, Brian’s busy being bitchy towards me, and Fred’s… actually I don’t even know where that man is” He says, listing them out. “Besides, I know you haven’t eaten since 9 this morning, it’s nearly 4pm. You’re gonna digest yourself if you don’t put anything in it soon. So what d'you say, wanna come?”

You let out a light laugh at his last sentence.

“Actually scratch that. You’re coming, whether you like it or not Miss Y/n L/n” he says in mock-command, causing you to roll your eyes but smile.

“Alright, give me 2 minutes to fix these then we’ll go” you reply, already beginning to clean up. He nods, a huge grin plastered on his face. He leaves you to stand by the door, distracting himself with the movie playing on a television from the other room as he waits for you.

You make quick work in fixing everything and securing it.

“Alright, let’s go”

Both of you exit the building, the noise of people moving around in preparation for tomorrow’s concert immediately disappearing. You pause, turning to face Roger.

“Lead the way drummer boy” you say, a light tease to your tone. He playfully rolls his eyes at this but takes the lead.

You walk quietly next to him, taking in your surroundings. The scenery was much different in contrast to New York. It was less chaotic. The streets weren’t littered with bustling men and women rushing to be everywhere and anywhere all at once.

"You know, you've been with us for about a week now and I've yet to learn anything about you." Roger snapping you out of your thoughts. You face him for a brief moment before returning your gaze on your surroundings.

"Well, what do you want to know?" you ask, playing with the small strip of leather peeling from your purse.

"Anything, really. But I guess let's start simple. What's your favourite food?" You groan at his question.

"That is anything but simple. I have way too much to choose from" you complain, causing him to laugh.

"Well then, your top 3" he says.

••• -•- •• •--•

The aroma of the diner is intoxicating as you step in. A wave of nostalgia washes over you from the familiar smell. You try, but fail, to hide the smile that’s crept unto your face as you take a seat by the window.

“Well aren’t you awfully giddy?” Roger comments as he stares at you bouncing on the chair. You shrug but your smile widens.

“How odd is it if I say you are currently my favourite person?” You suddenly blurt out, not thinking clearly from the overwhelming joy you were feeling.

“I mean, nothing I haven’t heard before” Roger shrugs jokingly, cheekily smiling. This causes you to roll your eyes, a rush of blood reddening your cheeks.

“Scratch that, I take it back you cocky bastard” You mumble, turning away to hide your flushed face. He lets out a hearty laugh, leaning back onto his chair.

“May I ask why?” he asks you once he stops laughing.

“Well-” you stop, thinking about the answer you had before shaking your head. “Nevermind.”

“Oh c’mon! You can’t just say something like that without explanation, the mystery will eat at me.” he whines, waving his hands around. You let out a light laugh, rolling your eyes playfully before resigning to give in to his request.

“It’s just uh… I guess I’ve missed this? I haven’t been to a diner in years.” You say softly, playing with the edge of the menu. “Although that's not exactly the reason. Back in New York, I lost myself. I was okay with the life I lived, but it was never fulfilling. I mean, all I ever had time for was work and...Simon?” You finally lift your gaze to make eye contact with him. He made no reaction, but it was clear to see he was listening intently.

"When I took off, I had no idea what the fuck I was actually doing. It's been so long since I took hold of the reins in my life. It felt more like Simon was leading me more than I was leading myself. You helped me a lot more than you know. Meeting you that night, although it may have been an accident, was the best thing that's ever happened to me." You smile brightly at him.

"So thank you." and as you stare across the table towards the golden haired man, you can't help but linger your gaze on the smile that he gives. A small action that holds the weight of a thousand words.

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[angelmavmurdock]

• Everyday •

Everyday.

Everyday you walk past him or near him as he runs by or near you. You always look at each other but never truly acknowledge one another or say hi.

He's always found you attractive. The way you walk with a smile on your face everyday without fail. Sometimes he watches you. Not in a creepy way...well, at least that's what he tells himself.

You have a gorgeous body. You were perfect in his eyes but he knew you were self-conscious sometimes just by how you crossed your arms over your stomach when a group of girls walked by or when a man your age ran by.

And you were around his age, early 20's he guessed. 

You always walk with your dog, Stella. He knows her name is Stella because he's heard you shout for her and talk to her. She's a staffy so he thought maybe that would be a good conversation starter - since he has a staffy too. But he's waiting for the right time.

You always wear bright coloured sportswear. Yellow, orange, purple, pink, blue, green, anything really, and you always have your earphones in. Your hair varied but it was usually in a high ponytail. Your hair was Y/H/C and it swooshed from side to side whenever you took a step. And you never stopped smiling. He loved that about you.

You smiled at everyone that went past, no matter their age, gender, if they looked bitchy or not. You always smiled and you always said, "Hi," or, "Morning,".

And your smile was a gorgeous one.

It could light up the whole of New York City.

You had dimples on both your cheeks that were quite deep but they were so attractive to him. Your teeth were perfect so he assumed you had braces.

He loved when you stopped and petted someone's dog no matter how big or small it was. Yesterday, a ginormous English Mastiff jumped up on you and it's paws were on your shoulders. But you didn't squeal or try to get away from it, you petted it and giggled as it slevered all over you, telling the owner that it was alright and you didn't mind at all.

He also loved when you came across kids or babies. You would always stop a parent with a baby - politely of course - and you would peer into the pram with heart eyes and coo at it, telling the parent how beautiful their baby was. Sometimes they would let you hold the baby and that's what you always hoped for he thinks. You knew exactly how to hold it, no matter the age. And you were such a natural. He considered that maybe you worked with kids but he's not sure.

You would play with Stella all the time, not caring about who saw you.

You'd slowly prowl up to her and she would go mad, barking at you until you pounced at her and she'd do the same, but showering you in licks, making you laugh.

Oh and that laugh.

That beautiful laugh.

You usually giggled because you didn't want to laugh too hard in public on your own. But your giggle was sweet and weird and cute.

Your laugh was like music to his ears. He'd switch off his music just to hear your laugh and then he would start smiling uncontrollably.

He wished he would make you laugh like that.

He thought about asking you out every day.

He'd practise in the mirror how to come up to you or conversation starters.

This morning, he stood in front of the bathroom mirror pretending to bump into you. Not so much that you would fall over, but just enough so that he could catch you and apologise profusely and then he'd ask for your name, mention he had the same breed of dog and then softly ask if he could join you on your walk.

But, here he was, running in the park. He had left 15 minutes earlier so he could pluck up the courage. But this is what he did every morning.

And he's seen you every day for 4 months now.

He looked down at his golf watch which he used as a fitness one too.

7:59am...

8:00am.

He looked up at the gates of the park where you usually entered every morning.

You weren't there.

He looked back at his watch and it still said 8am. You were always here on the dot.

He checked his phone which also said 8am.

Did he miss a clock change?

No that was two weeks ago, he remembers putting his watches back for Autumn.

"Where is she?" He asked himself, confused at why you could be late.

It was a crisp Friday morning.

The leaves on the trees had all fallen off, carpeting the grass and pavement. The sun was out but the cool, Autumnal air was making it a perfect temperature for a walk or run.

He considered leaving all together.

Runs were just so boring without you.

Without seeing your smile or your bright clothes.

Or hearing your laugh.

Or seeing your playing with Stella.

Or seeing your coo at dogs and babies.

Or just seeing the way you moved-

He crashed to the floor, grabbing onto something or...someone as he fell.

He hit his head off the concrete and grunted as he did.

But when the pounding died down a little on the back of his head, he felt the weight of someone on top of him.

You grunted a little, "Ouch," You said.

You had landed on him.

You pushed herself up a little by your cut hands.

"I am so so sorry!" You apologised, looking down at the guy she had fallen on top of.

But he wasn't just any guy.

He was the guy.

The guy you had been obsessing over for 4 months now.

Staring at him, watching the way he moved and spoke and inspecting his gorgeous body.

He was perfect in your eyes.

But you didn't want to go up to him. It was never the right time.

You always practised going up to him or staging a scene so he could catch you and the wind would blow and string music would play in the background.

But it was never the right time.

And now, here you are. Lying on top of the guy after tripping over your own god damn feet.

"Are you okay?" He asked, looking up at you. His hand lightly came up and touched your side and you could have sworn you felt an electric shock.

"I'm okay, I just cut my hands a little." You said, pushing  yourself up and sitting on the ground.

He couldn't believe this. You were sitting in front of him. YOU!

He wanted to pinch himself to see if he was dreaming or not.

He sat up but immediately regretted it as his head was pounding. He clutched it and lay back down with a grunt.

"Shit you fell on your head?" You asked, shuffling over to him and taking the hoodie from around your waist off.

"Yeah but it's not that bad." He said nonchalantly, trying not to go completely red from how embarrassing this was.

"Let me see." You carefully lifted his head and checked it.

"I'm a nurse by the way. Well, a paediatric nurse but..." You babbled on, checking if there was any blood and thankfully there wasn't. You sat your scrunched up hoodie under his head.

He knew you worked with kids.

Of course you're a nurse.

"I'm Tom." He held his hand out.

That makes sense, you thought as you shook his hand.

"I'm Y/N." You smiled.

That makes sense, he thought.

[uncloseted]

what do you think of Brie Larson? I'm sorry she gets so much hate for her Marvel movie (it was shitty, yeah, but that ain't her fault, she just followed the script and director's orders. all modern-Disney female leaded films are shitty, they don't know how to write female characters and it's not the cast's fault) and I love that she tried to help minorities by asking to get interviewed by disabled/poc/female reporters instead of white men and calling for more critics of color but... I just can't bring myself to fully like her because she seems so rude in some interviews.

I think she’s doing her best with a difficult situation.  I think Captain Marvel was actually a really good movie, and people hated it and hated her mostly because she was the first female lead of the MCU.  The MCU and the Star Wars universe historically have had this problem; the quality of the movie doesn’t matter.  Women are “stealing” a property that was “supposed to” belong to nerdy men.  If Captain Marvel had a male lead, I’m 100% sure that people would be talking about how brilliant it was.  I really admire that even through all of that hate, she’s sticking to her guns and trying to lift people of color, women, LGBT people, disabled people, etc. along with her.  

I get why people might think she comes across as rude or unfriendly in interviews, but I think it’s just that she’s said she struggles with shyness and social anxiety, and that she’s willing to set and hold boundaries about her privacy (which, incidentally, if a man had acted the same way in those interviews, nobody would be saying shit.  It would be all “aww he’s just so shy!” and “good for him for maintaining his boundaries!”).  The production studio, news outlets, and her co-stars should be doing more to make her feel comfortable in public appearances instead of letting their movie bomb because the lead actress “seems bitchy in interviews”.  

I would argue there’s a lot of coded ableism and sexism in the discussion about Brie Larson, and that a lot of the reason people “just don’t like her” is because she’s outspoken on issues that make people uncomfortable.  She’s someone who fought very hard to be where they are now and who’s incredibly talented, and I don’t think she deserves the hate she gets at all.  I think when she gets the opportunity to control her own narrative, she seems like a really thoughtful, down-to-earth, and warm person.

This article: https://www.buzzfeednews.com/article/annehelenpetersen/brie-larson-is-ready does a really good job of showing who she is outside of the narrative that’s been written for her in the past few years.  In particular, this bit stands out:

“There’s this expectation for women, that, you know, when we’re in public spaces, that we will be amenable...We’ve created such a stigma around ‘strong women are bitches,’ and who wants to be that? There are certain laws and codes that are ingrained in us, and we don’t even understand that there is this option of no. It’s a word that, over the years, I’ve grown more and more comfortable with — that I’ve really grown to love very much. And it’s an incredible feeling to be put into a situation where you feel like you can’t say no, and then you go, Oh wait, I have this word I can use: no. And you walk away, and you feel like you took care of yourself. If there’s anything I’d love for more women to know, it’s to spend some time just looking in the mirror, practicing your no.”

“It’s difficult, because you want to be everything to all people,” I say, feeling very much like she’s figuring out my entire life for me.

“And you just can’t," she says. "You just have to be everything to yourself.”

[imnameim]

I have a question for you as a GIF maker:

What is you opinion on other GIF makers that get possessive over their GIFs? I mean the ones that watermark the crap out of them and post them with "this is MY work DO NOT save OR repost them" type of creators?

The ones the claim the content of the GIF as theirs type, I see their stuff and I'm just like... 🤨 uh you don't own anything in that GIF it belongs to the company and artist that posted the original video you TOOK segments from to make that GIF, it doesn't belong to you in the first place.

It just really irks me when I see GIFs i really like but the creator of the GIF is all bitchy about people saving them and sharing them.... if you didn't want people to do that then don't bother posting it on a public platform and just save it for ypurself. And if its watermarked whats the big deal? People will see you made it anyway.

But anyhow, I really like your GIFs btw and this has nothing to do with yours cause I like yours and that you just want to share them with everyone, there just happens to be another GIF maker I follow amd they get really obnoxious/bitchy about "their" GIFs being saved even though they watermark them

Again! I'm sorry I'm late to this and I wasn't ignoring this djdjd.

Before I fully answer this;; I think this goes for all gif makers;; the amount of time and energy that essentially goes into gif making can be a lot depending on ones giffing style and the programs etc that they use🥺

I don't think for me I've come across a gif maker who has that mentality of the these are my gifs! don't touch sksnsn type of thing. I think the only thing most gif makers want is credit in a sense that I edited the clip;; cropped it down and convert it to make a gif and added all these things to make it shareable (?) if that makes sense.

But!! from what you're saying is it's watermarked etc and they still don't want it to be saved and shared etc which I mean I don't know who this person is so maybe they've had a bad experience with that sort of situation. But I get where you're coming from in the sense it's bothersome to see when you're trying to enjoy their work and or want to share it :/ And being bitchy about it idk is the right way to go because edmdnjd. It'll only make people want to do what your asking them not to cause people are petty.

As for the claiming the gifs from a clip that isn't ours to begin with I get but in a different way of someone once told me I was giffing a certain video too much and I should leave some for the rest of the gif makers and I was like huh? dksjsj it's not yours why can't I gif the parts I want djdjd. But again;; I thi k everyone is different and some people out more into gif making then others so that could be their reasoning behind it which is completely okay and understand as a gif maker myself whose work wa since stolen on multiple occasions but I just gave up on trying to fight people about it if that makes sense. There are endless amazon co tent creators out there so I'm sure if a few don't really rub you the right way you can always find alternatives even if you love their gifs which is a compliment in itself but I 100% understand what you mean by being excessive about not sharing their work but thankfully the gif makers I've interacted with etc all love for their works to be shared so long as credit is given. 💜

Anyways;; this probably wasn't the answer you were looking for and I'm sorry djdjd but I hope it helped a bit and thank you for you kind words about my gifs 🥺 it means a lot to me 💜

[bbrandy2002]

Wacky Drabble #16: What Goes Around

Part 2 of Something Flubbed…

This is part of @emceesynonymroll #wackydrabbles

Liam x Riley

Catch up with Part 1

A/N: What started as a crack drabble about tumblr reblogs, of all things, has somehow morphed into a semi-actual story. I'm still scratching my head on how I did it and have just decided to let my Liam and Riley tell the story. Its still mostly crack yo!

Prompt: Was I not supposed to

Word count: 1322

Liam’s right eye was twitching as he shot her a look of pure hell and contention. He stammered for words, unsure of what to say or even think. The last thing he ever expected from Riley was infidelity, believing their marriage was something special, something sacred, something she respected and was devoted to as much as he was. That she had written, in a mediocre fashion, the details of a courtyard tryst with Drake, his best friend of all people, and even relished in the fact that she was doing so, was next to unforgiveable in his mind.

Riley approached her husband apprehensively, wanting to explain herself, if she even could. She clasped her hands together firmly, attempting to control the visible trembling. She knew this was bad, but, was hopeful it could be cleared up quickly. At this point, the truth had to be better than what she assumed he was thinking. Before she was able to inch too close, he held his hand up to stop her. With his mist filled eyes, the ones that were breaking her apart, he began his scathing remarks. “First off…..your friend here just sent you a message asking if some girl named Alyssa should fuck me at Drake’s funeral”.

“Aww, she’s killing Drake off”, her posture slumped as she shook her head disappointingly. Her gaze met his again; realizing he really was in no mood for banter. “Liam, It’s not what you think ”

“Secondly”, he continued with a raised voice, cutting her explanation off, “Did you fuck Drake in a courtyard in Fydelia, writing….and I quote, “his cock is much larger than Liam’s”.

Riley swallowed hard, searching for the right words, ones that were truthful, yet, not so hurtful. She inhaled deeply, preparing to come clean of her offense, "Sweetheart, its just fanfiction and all that Drake stuff was just a really, really bad bet I lost. I swear, I have never, ever been with Drake."

Liam quirked his brow, "a really bad bet, huh?"

"Yes", she answered, tugging nervously at the tie on her robe. " I bet Burnsy I knew Drake better than she knew you, and...."

"Burnsy?"

"...but, when I took Anitah's quiz..."

"Quiz?"

"I didn't know about the mojitos and bears and a bunch of other shit and then Beeps had to make..."

"Beeps?"

"those monster Drake kids that are on my blog and I had to write smut, but, I didn't know how to write smut, so I had to watch porn....oh my god, there was so much porn, and ritachacha wanted to read it and...Im no ritachacha...so I drank and cried and binged on porn and bananas for two weeks solid and I attempted to hide the post but these turmblr girls are thristy and can sniff out smut, even the bad ones and Im so sorry Liam, Im so.....so sorry", she inhaled deeply trying to catch her breath from her long winded tangent.

"I have no idea what the hell you just said", he bit back, completely dumbfounded and baffled by her explanation.

"You don't understand what I said?"

"Do you?", he yelped.

Riley watched with trepidation as Liam tossed the laptop on the bed and eased himself up from the floor, wincing at the shooting pain in his back from the fall, rubbing and massaging the sore spot above his ass.

Riley moved towards him in an attempt to help, concerned about his injuries and wellbeing, but, he jerked away, hobbling to the other side of the room, keeping his back to her.

"Liam", her voice cracking as tears of shame began to fall. "Liam, please look at me....none of that is real..none of it...it was just a dumb bet".

He shot a glance sideways, still not completely looking at her, "so you wrote that you rode Drake's...collosus dick, harder than Seattle Slew because of a bet?".

She chuckled a little, amused by her husband's analogy, before quickly composing herself, "Was I not supposed to?", she replied innocently, "it was a bet, Liam...everyone knows you can't take back a bet".

Liam spun around to face her, shocked at the words that just spewed from her lips, "I see", he nodded, tapping the front of his chin. With a clenched jaw, he breathed deeply through his nose and exhaled sharply, his eyes speaking for him, full of disdain and hurt.

He strolled forward in her direction, stopping just shy of her petite frame. He leaned over until his reddened face was directly in front of hers and just inches apart, his voice clear and firm, "Then I bet your ass won't mind sleeping elsewhere tonight".

Riley's eyes widened, her mouth falling open, unable to find words. She watched in astonishment as he reached across the bed, retrieving her pillow before holding it out to her.

"You can't be serious?"

"Oh, I'm very serious", he stated matter-of-factly, "and if you want back in this bed anytime soon....or my "not as enormous as Drake's" cock, you will delete that fucking blog".

"I don't accept that bet, Your Majesty", she seethed, tossing the pillow back on the bed, sitting herself on the edge with her legs crossed and her hands folded on them. "I'm not going anywhere and I'm not deleting that blog".

Liam perched his lips, gliding his tongue along the inside of his cheek. Realizing she called his bluff, "Fine..", he yanked his pillow up and tucked it firmly under his arm, "I'll be in my study"

"Fine", she shrugged.

"Fine!"

Liam hastily exited the bedroom, slamming the door and did what he said he would do. He opened his desk drawer searching for anything that would take away the pounding in his head and the throb in his backside. He opened the bottle of Aleve and found it empty before throwing it across the room. He kept Riley's Midol in there too for when he needed to quell her bitchiness during certain times of the month. Helps with cramps, bloating, tension, backpain, headaches, irritablity, muscle aches and water weight gain, he had all of them.

Liam unloaded three into his mouth, washing them down with the bottle of whiskey he reserved for when Drake would drop by for a quick drink. He slumped down into his desk chair, still reeling from the audacity and nerve of his wife. He wanted her to feel as bad as he did at this moment, to see how her actions made him feel. It didn't matter if it was real or not, she wrote it. He knew in his heart she and Drake wouldn't betray him that way, but, did she want to? Did she really think his dick was small and that he was an asshole?

He thought to himself as he continued sipping on his drink, how could he make her see and feel exactly the way he does? He contemplated his options for several minutes, when, like a spark igniting, it came to him....two can play this game.

Liam's lips curled into a sinister grin, his eyes lighting up, as he pulled his chair closer to his desk, turning the computer on. He downed the rest of the bottle, tossing it aside, as he cracked his knuckles, preparing to give Riley a little taste of her own medicine.

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It was early Saturday morning when the sun just started to brighten the morning sky. A bright, warm ray shining through the balcony doors and landing squarely on Riley's face, her darkened complexion glowing more than usual. She yawned and stretched, feeling content from a good nights sleep.

Reaching her arm across the bed, she felt the emptiness of where Liam usually slept. Did she care that he was pissed off with her, of course. She loved him and never wanted to hurt him, but, she wouldn't be controlled, nor, intimidated by him. She was hopeful that by him sleeping in the study last night and a little time away from each other, it would cool him down and they could discuss this rationally.

With another big stretch and yawn, she noticed her laptop still sitting in the same spot on the bed Liam had left it last night. She lunged over and scooped the device into her arms.

Plugging in the charger, she fired up the app and immediately took note of the numerous tags she had from several of her mutuals for the same story. Curious, she clicked on the link taking her to a rather peculiar title:

"Liam Fucks Hana Five Ways From Sunday With His Enormous Dick"

A new collaborative drabble by @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore and newcomer @inyourfacerileybrooks-love-liam

NSFW 🍋🍋🍋

He had bamboozled her, and in doing so, somehow convinced Bleakmore to join into his scheme; she knew it was him.

"I'm going to slaughter him...LIAM!!!!!!!!"

Wacky Drabblers and Permatags: @emceesynonymroll @burnsoslow @jessiembruno @sirbeepsalot @dcbbw @romanticatheart-posts @stopforamoment @katedrakeohd @pedudley @of-course-i-went-to-hartfeld @drakesensworld @ao719 @janezillow @eileendannie @texaskitten30 @glaimtruelovealways @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore @eileendannie @hopefulmoonobject

[alwayschoosechocolate]

One-night stands and one-shot chances (Part iv)

University AU

Pairing: Jin x reader

Who says sex has to mean anything? Who says you can’t just screw around without all the heartache? Who says only guys get this privilege? What happens when the biggest playboy on campus suddenly meets his match and gets a taste of his own medicine?

Genre: casual sex, mentions of sex, bestfriend!Hoseok, onenightstand!Jin

Wordcount: 2000

Masterpost with the other parts of the story can be found here (x)

Tag list: @esplosionedicoloriintesta @jeonjunggoodgod @rjsmochii @spookidema @pariz-lover @mymochimchimmy @friedclamtoadbanana @cloudyelizabeth @livesmileandstaystrong

A/N: Tumblr has been fucking with me and deleted parts of this update so many times.. I lost count of how many times I rewrote it, and I feel like parts of it never really got back again. I'm only on my phone these days, so I have no idea, how long it is either, but I feel like it's rather short unfortunately - sorry! I'll make up for it in the next update!

The whispers heard from two rows behind you were only getting louder, and it had reached a point that made even Jimin send them a sour look.

Your focus, however, was solely on the professor in front of the board and the notes you were scribbling down. Rumors and bitchy comments were nothing new to you. Being part of the royalty on campus, as Hoseok and his mates were called because of the small spire on the house, came with a lot of attention, and being Hoseoks best friend had made you an honorary member as well.

"I swear to God, if they make any more comments about your hair, I will pull theirs out," Jimin mumbled under his breath, making you raise an eyebrow at him.

"Jimin, just leave it. If the best they've got is comments about my hair" - you shrugged your shoulders - "let them have their fun."

"Can't you please just talk back one time? I don't want them to think they can treat our friends like this."

Jimin was fidgeting in his seat and his voice had reached a whiny tone, but the reason for his demeanor was anything but cute. He wanted to fight back. He hated people for not respecting his friends, and he knew Hoseok wouldn't have hesitated to clap back at the girls. However, you hated people fighting your battles, and even though Hoseok did it all the time, it always resulted in arguments between the two of you. The rest of the guys had learned not to challenge you on this.

"Not yet, Jimin," you hummed, eyes still on the papers in front of you. Mumbling under his breath, he leaned back in his seat with crossed arms, settling for absorbing their voices, so he would know, which girls to add to his non-shag list. No way, he was sleeping with them, when they treated his friend like that, he thought with a huff.

"I don't get why she doesn't have any self-respect. She must really have some issues," one of them whispered a bit too loudly, definitely wanting you to hear her. "I mean, can't she see that she is ruining her life?"

"That's rich," you snorted loudly, finally turning around in your seat and putting a hand on Jimins shoulder in the process, keeping him from jumping at the girl. "Coming from you." You locked eyes with the girl in charge of most of the comments and sent her a sinister smile. "When is your due date again?”

Hearing Jimin snicker at your comment fueled you on further and the missing response from the girl only added to it.

"Your daughter must really be looking forward to getting a younger sister," you cooed in feigned interest. "I just feel bad, they don't get to have that idyllic family life you always talked about. But then again, family is what you make it, with the people you chose to have in it, right? Who am I to tell you, how to live your life?"

Sending her one last icy look, you turned back to the board, still hearing the girls whispering, but for a completely different reason this time. Everyone knew her on campus. She had made it her mission to spread the word of God on campus, which involved celibacy, no alcohol and for some reason also no sea food. Funny thing is, she didn’t see the double moral in herself being pregnant with a second child from a different guy. Instead, she had made it her life mission to preach about how sex ruins both body and mind, ruining you for the future. And Y/N was her favorite target.

-

"You're alright?", Jimin asked, as they walked to the café for their free period. It was drizzling a bit, covering the campus in a grey curtain, leaving you and Jimin alone, as everyone scrambled to get out of the rain.

"Of course. It's nothing new."

Throwing an arm around Jimins waist, leaning on him, as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. You walked a bit in silence.

"Come on, I'll buy you a coffee," he smiled, pulling you into the warm café.

You bought your drinks and Jimin even bought you a muffin as well, and you found a table in the back, where you could lay out your books on the table to talk about some assignment, you had to hand in next week.

"Btw," Jimin interrupted you in the middle of a sentence. "Did you hear anything back about the job yet?"

"No, not yet," you mused, with a small smile. "But I'm sure they just have a lot of applicants to get through."

As true as that might be, it had also been two weeks since they were supposed to get back to you. Knowing that you weren't going home between semesters, you had always opted for working or doing internships, and this year one of the professors on campus was working on a big project and needed help. Not only was it a great way of earning some money and experience, the professors field of study was exactly what you wanted to go into yourself. It couldn’t be more perfect actually!

That is, if you got it.

You hadn't told anyone about it - not even Hoseok. A thought, that still made you a bit uncomfortable, since you normally shared everything. Jimin only knew, because your application had gotten mixed up with some notes, you shared with him.

"I'm sure, you'll get it," Jimin offered with a sweet smile and a warm hand on your arm. "They would be stupid not to take you in."

"I don't know," you smiled at him. "You've been getting better grades than me lately. Maybe you should apply, Jiminie?"

He snorted out a laugh, falling on to the table while he giggled.

"Yeah, right. Me, in a lab coat all summer? No, thank you."

Joining in his laughter, it took af few seconds for the both of you to calm down.

"Besides," he added, eyes turning sincere again. "The only reason, I get good grades is because of your help."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes at him, trying to pull your arm away from his grasp, but he only tightened his grip, making you look up into his smiling eyes.

"It's true, Y/N." His voice had gotten lower, and you felt your breath hitch at the close proximity of his face. "I couldn’t have made it through this last semester without you."

Letting yourself be hypnotized by his sweet words and demeanor, you suddenly realized who you were sitting across from.

"Aish, Jimin," you exclaimed in annoyance with an awkward laugh, snapping out of the trance. "Stop flirting with me! I already promised, we would work together on the year end project."

"Right," Jimin smiled sheepishly, rubbing his neck. "The year end project."

You had already turned back to your books and started suggesting topics for the upcoming assignments, when you got interrupted.

“You know, I’m not normally into the whole drowned-rat-look,” a sly voice commented, making both you and Jimin look up to see Jin walking towards you with a cocky smile. “But you really make it work, cupcake.”

Rolling your eyes at both his presence and words, you kept your gaze trained on the books on the table.

“Normally, I’m not into cocky guys with a nice body,” you retorted in a flat voice without missing a beat. “And you are no exception.”

“Ah, you think, I have a good body, doll?”, Jin cooed, as he dragged an extra chair to the table, making himself comfortable.

“Yeah, it does a perfect job of covering up all that sexism and…” – pausing to send him a confused look, you cocked your head at him – “Oh, I’m sorry. What are your other traits again?”

Hearing Jimins laughter fill the air, you sent Jin a cold smile, getting an annoyed look back.

“Damn. That’s cold, baby.” Jins voice was strained, trying to keep the tone light, but you easily picked up on the shadow of hurt looming in his eyes.

“But not uncalled for,” you reminded him, gathering your stuff and saying goodbye to Jimin, before walking out into the rain again.

Asshole. Thinking he could just go back to joking around again, after calling you a whore. Huffing a bit in anger, you walked towards the library to study there instead.

“Y/N!”

Groaning at the sound of his voice, you just kept walking.

“Hey. Wait up!”, Jin shouted, putting a hand on your shoulder, when he reached you.

Whipping around in annoyance, you saw him stumble half a step back in surprise at your sudden movement.

“What, Jin? What do you want?” Your voice was anything but welcoming, and if he had taken just two seconds to think about what he was about to do, he should have known better.

Oh well.

“I wanted to talk to a pretty lady, and you just happen to fit that bill,” he grinned at you, making you roll your eyes.

"Oh, lucky me! I get to be your designated whore of the day," you exclaimed in feigned excitement.

"What? No, that's..."

"Cut to the case, Seokjin. I'm not in the mood today." Crossing your arms in front over your chest, you sent him an impatient look.

"Well, erm." He coughed awkwardly, searching for the words. "I just wanted to apologize. You know, for calling you..."

"A whore," you stated, giving an evil smirk, when you saw him visibly tense at the sound of it.

"Yeah, that." He mustered every ounze of sincerity he could before continuing. "I'm sorry, I did that. It was uncalled for."

His eyes searched yours to see if you accepted the apology, but was hurriedly cast down by the sound of you clicking your tongue.

"Yeah, it was uncalled for. So why did you?" Curiousity taking over, you still wanted to know why, despite the anger.

Seokjin awkwardly shifted his weight from one foot to the other, trying to come up with an explanation. Dammit! He shouldn't feel this uncomfortable in front of you. Get it together, Jin!

He was at a loss, so he did what he knew always worked. Or used to work at least.

Straightning up a bit, he sent you a shameless grin.

"You're just so hot, doll! I don't like the idea of other men seeing that body," he winked at you, reaching for your hand.

The second, the words left his mouth, he knew he was screwed. And if his own intuition was enough, he was about to find out.

"Oh, I see!", you cooed at him, smiling sinisterly, when you saw his frightned expression at your tone. "You think, because I slept with you once, you own me."

Jin looked like he had just been pushed out of a cliff, and was now frantically searching for somewhere to hold on.

"What? No, that's not..."

His comicly widened eyes and pouting lips made him look almost too innocent.

Almost.

"Shh," you shushed, reaching up to cup his cheek. "Let me tell you something." Tightning you grasp on his jaw, you saw his eyes widen in surprise. "I am not someone for you to stick your dick in like a flagpole. You do not have, or will ever have, any claim on me. Got it?"

Your stern eyes bore into his startled ones. Despite the height difference, you had no problem displaying your position. It made Jin feel powerless, and he really didn't like being in that position. It made his blood boil, and his brain go into overdrive.

"I don't need to claim you," he spat out, venom suddenly present in his voice. "You've been with so many that you're basically public property by now."

Feeling his own blood run cold at his words, he pushed your hand off his face, looking at your shocked features defiantly.

"You should feel lucky that I even payed you any attention after getting my share," he stated with an annoyed huff, before turning around and basically speedwalking away from you, heart thumbing in his chest.

Oh, he was so screwed..

// Part v //