#IT WAS QUEUED FOR HALLOWEEN FOR SOME REASON

[knightfighttourney]

Bracket C, Week 2

[victorluvsalice]

Welcome back to the Chill Valicer Save, where we have just hit Fall Thursday, aka Harvestfest! How did that go for our intrepid trio and their new robot housemate? Well –

-->Picked up where I left off at the end of the last update, with Victor just having upgraded the sink in the blue-and-white second-floor bathroom; Alice reading a werewolf book; Smiler playing chess; and Marm recharging outside by the tree in the back. I had Alice, Marm, and Smiler continue doing what they were doing (which, in Alice’s case, included petting Shadow before getting back to her book...standing up for some reason) and had Victor use the toilet before making it self-cleaning. Surprise the cat wandered in while he was doing that, so I had him say hi, give her some pets, and play with her with a laser pointer to help get their friendship up. I then went back to see how Alice was doing –

Only to catch her about to just eat some prepped seafood straight out of the container. At one of the fancy place settings on the table no less. *facepalm* I went “girl, put that back in your inventory and use it to make REAL FOOD” and thus had her make a fried fish plate instead. Because that’s exactly the kind of thing you want to make at like 2 AM in your underwear. XD On the other hand, the dish came out looking AMAZING (and I say this as someone who openly Does Not Like fish), so perhaps it IS the kind of thing you want to make at 2 AM! Probably not in your underwear, though. Flying grease and all.

-->While that was going on, a thunderstorm rocked up outside – I was promptly like, “Shit, Marm!” and directed him to get inside before his durability went down too much. Fortunately he made it into the house before there was any major trouble – and I was able to confirm that yes, it’s the scared emotion that causes that weird blank face plate on him. Guessing the eyes for that emotion were never rendered correctly on a Servo’s model (even though it appears on his portrait…). Anyway, I had him go play chess with Smiler, as he wanted to get Logic 3 for his Renaissance Sim aspiration, then checked in on Victor. He was done with the cats, so I had him come downstairs to give the washing machine the “Whisper Quiet” upgrade before directing Alice to get into her “Sim Sessions” outfit with the Delicate mood-improving bracelet –

Just in time to be like “are you trying to shower in the rain AGAIN?! No!” Fortunately she only got as far as just outside the back door before the action canceled out and she changed clothes like I asked. Even better, her stopping there made me see that a trash plant had somehow sprouted on the back porch! O.o Like, what the hell? I didn’t even realize any trash had been left out there – certainly not for that long! I had Alice uproot the darn thing and throw it away, then – after looking at her wants and seeing she wanted to finish reading a book – bought a couple more werewolf books for her to peruse, telling her to try out “Fanged Friends Forever.” She did so –

And for some reason took it out onto the front porch to read. O.o Like, okay, Marm had just gone into the living room to watch sports after losing his chess match to Smiler, but surely she could have found a better place to read a werewolf story than on the porch in a thunderstorm?? Then again, she is Erratic, and they have no fear of storms, so… *shrug* She successfully finished the book, so that’s all I care about! Now I just have to have her reread it so she can finally unlock that “secret werewolf writings” ability…

-->Anyway – with Alice thus occupied, I had chess champion Smiler go and give the fridge in the kitchen the “Freshmaker” upgrade while Victor finished up the washing machine upgrades and petted Shock, then had them move onto giving the oven a “Self Cleaning” upgrade while Victor grabbed some leftover chili for breakfast (he was GOING to have ice cream, but I was like “come on, have a proper meal for breakfast for once”). Once Victor was full, I had him get dressed and head out to the greenhouse to see what plants needed tending, while I checked on the animals to see if any of them desperately needed anything. Fortunately, they did not, so I didn’t have to send anybody out in the storm! I instead had Marm resume his chess playing; sent Alice to her and Victor’s bedroom to start a new Playful book (called “Nicer Stories of Wonderland,” because she does have a few); and sent Smiler down to the basement to make another bottle of potato nectar. I then went to check back in on Victor –

And saw, to my surprise, that no plants needed tending! O.O Well, that’s rare. I decided to have Victor fertilize the lettuce and pumpkin in his oversized crops with some vitality fertilizer, then evolved a bunch of plants that were ready to advance to the next level of quality. I then had him bond with his enraged bees to calm them down, and grab a swarm to help pollinate the orchard trees at the back of the greenhouse. Which, uh, took a moment because I kept getting distracted checking in on everyone else. XD But he did do it eventually, and got the entire barn super-sold for a tidy profit. :) We love to see it!

-->As for everybody else – Alice kept plugging away on her book; Marm got Logic 2 from all his chess-playing, which was nice; and Smiler finished up their nectar without incident! Though while they were getting that sorted, I decided to check on the status of their canning machine, since I was curious to see if having to update the mod for the latest patches had wiped the inventory from it. It had not, fortunately –

But I’m glad I checked anyway, because the damn thing had a ton of milk in it, most of which was spoiled, and a decent amount about ready to go off. I quickly cleared out all the spoiled milks (by which I mean sold ‘em for $15 a pop because the game let me do that when I dragged them into Smiler’s inventory), then had Smiler make a box of cheese with most of what remained. They stuck the cheese in their inventory (which – shit, I don’t remember if I put it in the fridge or not), then flew over to the study to fix up Marm, whose durability was looking a little iffy, poor guy. Happily Smiler quickly got him fixed up, and he settled in to recharge his flagging battery –

[bruh-changbin]

think pink

pairing: pink power ranger!hyunjin x afab reader

genre: smut, stupidity (minors dni)

warnings: oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), public sex kinda?, unprotected sex (be safe), creampie, tit sucking, alcohol consumption, very brief mention of female masturbation

word count: 8.2K

a/n: IM AT A CONCERT DRESSED AS SLUTTY LIGHTNING MCQUEEN RN WOOHOOOOOOO (this is a queued post). happy horny halloween mofos! very glad to be posting this fc bc i was supposed to post it last year and then just gave up LMAO so she's been a long time comin. pls give her some love i would really appreciate it!!! hope you all have/had a super safe sexy halloween!

october is overrated.

i mean sure, there is something undeniably cozy and heart-warming about crunchy leaves and pumpkin patches and all of the other shit that comes in the ‘fall aesthetic’ package. but the truth is that october is too windy, halloween is overhyped, and pumpkin spice tastes like ass.

and who wants to go to a halloween party where you can’t dress like a slut because of the wind chill? no one.

“you’re too negative.” jeongin sips his starbucks while keeping his eyes trained on the road, his left hand gripping the steering wheel of his beat up silver volkswagen jetta that he calls his baby, his pride and joy.

“i’m just telling it like it is,” you shift in the passenger seat to face him, “there is no need for so much hype around a mediocre holiday. what’s there to enjoy about getting violently drunk and stuffing your face with so much candy you feel sick?”

“listen y/n, i don’t know what your problem is but halloween is fun.” he appears to stop there, but then keeps going, “and i will not have your sour attitude ruin my favourite holiday.”

you just scoff and gaze out the window at all of the trees now bursting with shades of red, orange, yellow. 

as if sensing something was off from your previous conversation, jeongin breaks the silence “you’re still coming to jackson’s party though, right? i don’t wanna go alone…”

“you won’t be alone,” you counter, “seungmin will be there.”

jeongin groans, “but seungmin’s so boring at parties. all he does is complain about how bad alcohol tastes and try to talk to people about books and films. i don’t trust a bitch that says films instead of movies! they always think they’re better than everyone.”

“that’s not true, seungmin’s fun at parties!” albeit you do admit you’ve only been to one party with seungmin where he went buck wild and were later told that that is very uncharacteristic of him. 

jeongin’s expression turns sour, and you start to take pity on him.

“innie, i promised you i’d go to this party. when have i ever broken a promise? i’ll be there, alright?”

with that his face softens, and he goes back to his regular chatty self. 

“knowing jackson it’s gonna be even bigger and better than last year. and you know y/n, i’m pretty sure hyunjin’s going as well.”

your heart drops to your stomach at the mention of his name.

you try to act as nonchalant as possible, “why would i care if hyunjin’s there or not?”

“because you’re in love with him.”

“i am not in love with him.”

jeongin scoffs, “please, i see those googly eyes you make every time you see him - scratch that, everytime his name is mentioned. and you sucked his dick.”

“oh so the second you put a guys dick in your mouth you instantaneously fall in love with him?”

“okay fine! maybe you don’t love him but there’s something there, no denying it,” he pauses, and then adds, “and i for one think it’s something worth pursuing.”

leaning your face against the passenger side window, you sigh contemplatively, “that ship has sailed, my friend. at this point hyunjin probably doesn’t want anything to do with me.”

“i don’t know y/n, he still seems a little…. hung up on you,” jeongin attempts to reason with you, “why don’t you try talking to him?”

“what the fuck would i even say to him? hey hyunjin, everytime i think of you i get really really wet. could you please bend me over the nearest hard surface and fuck me so hard i can’t walk for a week???!!!!”

“so vulgar and for what.”

you roll your eyes, “shut up jeongin. if you want me to get with him so badly, maybe… i don’t know, help?” 

“no way. you two are adults, you can sort it out yourself.”

“gee, what would i do without you and your incessant outpour of advice jeongin?” you tease, since jeongin is inherently quite awful at offering meaningful advice. 

“i give good advice!!! you just never take it,” your best friend scowls as he drives through campus, pulling into a parking lot located in the midst of all of your school's buildings. 

“sure innie, whatever makes you feel better,” you grab your tote bag off of the floor of the passenger seat and step out of jeongin’s car. as soon as you’re outside a brisk gust of wind engulfs you, the chill making its way through your sweater and making you shudder; you should’ve worn a thicker jacket.

jeongin does the same as you, slamming the driver door shut before grabbing his own stuff from the backseat.

“i’ll see you in a couple hours, kay? text me when your class is done,” he states before heading off towards to library, his broad shoulders protected from the frigid fall weather with a thick wool sweater and a puffy black scarf. the heels of his boots scuff the pavement as he trudges away, pulling out his headphones as he prepares for a couple hours of studying.

you make out in the opposite direction of your friend, heading towards the building where your lecture hall is located. all around you students are dressed in jackets and thick sweaters, scarves donning their necks and leg warmers wrapped around their ankles. the grey sky makes everything appear dull, spare for the bright coloured leaves that have been blown off the trees and crunch under the weight of your boots when you step on them. 

soon you make it to your lecture hall, revelling in the warmth of being inside as you slowly close the doors behind you and making your way over to your (un)official seat. ever since the amount of people attending lecture every week started to decrease, you staked your claim on a seat in your favourite section of the room and refuse to sit elsewhere.

after a couple minutes of waiting your prof begins class, delving into lecture without a hitch as you attempt to scribble down notes. however, just as you’re about to get into the meat of today's class, your focus is broken when a late-comer yanks open the doors to the room with full force.

in walks hwang hyunjin, and a small part of you dies inside. 

as the metal door swings shut behind him with a dramatic bang! you lock eyes with him just for a second before his gaze is averted to your professor who he gives a small, apologetic smile to. 

in your head you’re screaming don’t you fucking dare hwang hyunjin as he walks closer and closer and closer to where you’re sitting in the sparsely populated lecture hall. you roll your eyes so hard your head hurts when hyunjin chooses the seat almost directly in front of you (just a little off to the side so it looks like it was a total accident - fuck you hwang).

of course you knew that hyunjin was in this class as well, but he’s usually on time and usually sits far away from you, at the back of the lecture hall. today he just feels like being an asshole, i guess. 

hyunjin’s weird. he’s weird because he had the hots for you during the sweltering summer months, when jeongin rented a beachside airbnb for a week and invited all of his close friends - including you and hyunjin. he’s weird because he always applied sunscreen on your back and helped you cut up watermelon and sat beside you during bonfires. he’s weird because when everyone else left to go to the pier he encouraged you to stay back and yanked on your hair while you sucked his dick, bit your bottom lip with his front teeth, and fucked you so hard you saw stars. 

he’s weird because he now pretends that the two of you have no history and fucks with you on purpose by shooting you flirty looks when he sees you at get togethers or on campus but does nothing more than that. he knows that you think about him, but does he think about you too?

staring at the back of his ebony-haired head, you can’t shake the image of hyunjin on top of you, his puffy bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he fucked you into his mattress, out of your head. the needy whines and groans he emitted when his cock was down your throat are ringing in your ears; you cross your legs under your desk in a pathetic attempt to ease the ache you feel in your cunt that you hate yourself for. come on brain, we cannot be horny during lecture! focus!!!

the next few hours drag on and on and on as you force yourself to keep your vision trained on either your notebook or your prof, resisting the urge to allow yourself to gaze upon the man who occupies your thoughts almost 24/7 (which is so not feminist of you btw). 

ergo, when your prof finishes lecture 20 minutes early, you heave a sigh of relief. great, now you can gtfo and go finger yourself in the bathroom before getting jeongin to drive you home. but of course, a certain someone decides to ruin your plans by turning around and leaning against your desk, his dark chocolate eyes staring down at you mischievously. 

“are you coming to jackson’s party?”

is he talking to you? 

“are you talking to me?”

hyunjin looks around while the few other students surrounding the two of you scramble to pack their bags, “i mean, who else would i be talking to.”

“i don’t know,” you shrug, “anyone but me i guess.”

god this is so awkward. gag me with a spoon.

“you didn’t answer my question.”

“hmm?” you pretend to busy yourself with the task of shoving your pencil case into your near empty school bag.

“jackson’s party? you coming? jeongin said you were.”

of course he fucking did. because jeongin just loves stirring the pot.

“oh, uh yeah. i’ll be there.”

“what are you going to dress up as?” hyunjin clearly does not see how much you want to end this conversation - or maybe he does, and he just likes seeing you squirm. bitch.

“i don’t know yet.”

“the party’s tomorrow… and you still don’t know what you’re gonna be?”

“nope.”

“oh.”

hyunjin’s lips curl into a subtle smirk and you know he’s just dying for you to ask him the same thing, so you do.

“what are you dressing up as, hwang?”

his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he swings his backpack over one shoulder, “i guess you’ll just have to find out.”

and with that, he leaves you alone in the lecture hall with your professor, your half-packed bag, and your soaked panties.

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back in jeongin’s jetta as he gives you a ride home, you complain about hyunjin.

“he’s fucking with me on purpose, i just know it. god! he’s such a…. just like a little…. WEASEL! he’s a fucking weasel.”

“come on y/n, he’s not that bad,” jeongin sticks up for hyunjin, who is also his friend, mind you.

all you do is wave him off, “you don’t know how it feels to be played by a man that beautiful, innie.” 

jeongin throws in the towel, and the two of you drive along the paved roads of your town in silence. as you continue to move along you soon find 

“that forest still gives me the creeps.”

”come on, you seriously still don’t believe in all of that ‘lost john’ bullshit, do you?”

lost john’s forest is somewhat of a fable in your town; folklore, if you will. for ages people have been passing around this story about how a tourist named john who was exploring the town wandered into that forest one day to never be seen again. there are some variations, of course. some people say that they’ve seen john out and about, or that john was actually a cult leader and if you go into the woods you’re bound to get sacrificed. no one knows if john actually ever existed, or if the story is just all horseshit used as a cautionary tale to keep kids out of the forest at night.

doesn’t make it any less creepy though.

you huff as you stare at the endless sea of trees you’re driving past, “it’s not that i actually believe in it, it’s just that those stories come from somewhere, you know?”

jeongin doesn’t seem to understand the point you’re trying to get across, “...so?”

“so there’s gotta be at least some truth to them, right? or else where did they come from?”

“i don’t know y/n, i think it’s all made up to scare kids.” 

the two of you sit in silence for a moment as you pass the last stretch of lost john’s forest before being surrounded by houses, apartment complexes and coffee shops once again. 

“hey, do you know what costume hyunjin’s wearing to the party?” 

as soon as the question passes your lips you regret it, and your regret increases tenfold when a devilish smirk makes its way onto jeongins face.

“oh! i thought you’d gotten over hyunjin, but here you are asking what he’s dressing up as for halloween. interesting!” 

“oh my god jeongin shut the fuck up!! it’s not like that, he was just being a twat when i asked him about it in lecture today,” you huff in annoyance over your friends antics. and for the record you’ve never said that you were over hyunjin, just that you aren’t in love with him. 

“sure y/n, whatever you need to tell yourself,” jeongin laughs, clearly thinking that he’s won this little scuffle, “you need to figure out a costume though.”

“ugh i know.” you scratch your head tentatively, “what are you going as?”

“a banana”

you can’t help the chuckle that escapes your lips. is he for real?

“what’s so funny?” jeongin questions, his brow quirked. 

“really? a fucking banana?”

“what’s wrong with that?”

“it’s a dumb costume, that’s what’s wrong.”

“it’s not dumb y/n, you just have no taste.”

“oh i have plenty of taste - that’s how i can tell your costume is bad.”

“it’s not bad it’s just- why are you being such a bitch right now?”

“did you just call me a bitch??!”

“yes i did because you’re being one!!”

“okay well SORRY for telling you that your costume is STUPID!!!”

“oh yeah? well in that case good luck finding a way to jackson’s party because I’M NOT TAKING YOU ANYMORE!!!”

“FINE!”

“FINE!!”

“FUCK YOU JEONGIN!!”

“FUCK YOU Y/N!!!!!”

in a fit of blind rage you grab your bag and shove you way out of jeongin’s car, a gust of wind ruffling your clothes as he speeds off as soon as you slam the door behind you. he is totally in the wrong here. you were just being a good friend, looking out for him by telling him that he’s setting himself up to look like a total idiot.

a squeal sounds behind you as jeongin floors it away from your house, the smell of burning rubber lingering around where his car was moments ago. what an aquarius you think to yourself as you head into your house, tossing your bag to the floor with a thump as soon as you’re inside. whatever, fuck jeongin! you’ll show him that you can have fun without him.

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“okay, what about this one?”

seungmin is in your bedroom for the first time ever. 

which is weird, since the two of you have been friends for some time now. but hey, he’s here now eating chocolate covered pretzels while perched on the corner of your bed helping you pick out a costume for jackson’s halloween party.

“it’s cute.”

“... just cute? anything else?”

“i don’t know, you look… nice?”

you heave a sigh of frustration, “you know seungmin you really suck at this.”

he raises his hands in defence, “sorry! i’ve never done this before, you’re my only female friend.”

“yea yea whatever,” you command him to stop speaking with a wave of your hand, eyes flitting back and forth between the two costume options you’ve spread out on your floor and the one currently donning your body.

“so the final contenders are olive from easy a, slutty michael myers, and…” you look down at your legs, which are clad in the same black latex stockings you wore for halloween last year, “a sexy nun.”

seungmin shakes his head, “don’t do the last one, that’s blasphemous.”

“okay… sexy nun is out. i’m thinking easy a, you?”

seungmin ponders for a moment, his eyes squinted as he gazes at both the easy a and slutty mike myers costumes splayed across your carpeted floor. 

“i second that, your boobs will look killer in a corset,” he eventually attests before shoving a couple more chocolate covered pretzels in his mouth. 

you playfully smack his shoulder, “see min! you are good at choosing outfits.”

he just smirks in response before dusting the pretzel crumbs on his fingers off on his pants. with your arms full of discarded garments you head over to your closet, putting the clothing items of the unchosen costumes back in their place.

“hey can i ask you a question?” seungmin quips from your bed, where he’s now made himself comfortable by lying down and scrolling through twitter. 

“shoot,” you say while hanging up your navy blue jumpsuit.

seungmin pauses his scrolling to ask, “how come you didn’t ask jeongin to help you with this? i mean, not that i don’t like helping you or anything, but you guys are like always together.”

ugh. jeongin. just hearing his name makes you 

“we got into an argument,” you explain, opting to foresee the fact that said argument was over a fucking halloween costume, “he’s being petty, and i don’t want anything to do with him at the moment. and he keeps getting ”

seungmins brows raise momentarily before he responds, “it seems to me that both of you are being petty. also what happened with hyunjin?”

shit. you totally forgot seungmin isn’t caught up on everything that’s gone down. it’s his fault in all honesty, always opting to stay home instead of hanging out. 

“uhhh it’s nothing,” you decide now isn’t the best time to get into everything, “but hey, you’re supposed to be on my side here!”

“i am!!! but why don’t we forget about your drama and watch….. coraline. capisce?”

coraline does sound nice, so you tug on your pyjama pants and join seungmin on your bed to indulge in a fitting movie. 

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today is halloween.

today is halloween and you’re dreading it.

seungmin slept over last night and the two of you have been lounging around all day in preparation for tonight, which you are not looking forward to, what with both hyunjin and jeongin being there.

neither you nor jeongin have reached out to the other, both too stupid to be the first one to text the other and apologise. whatever, he’s the one who was up your ass about coming to this party, you’re gonna prove that you don’t have to follow him around like a lost dog at every function.

when it comes time to get ready you blast deftones and the twilight soundtrack (much to seungmins dismay) while painting your face. when it comes time to get into your outfit you recruit seungmin to help, making him stand behind you and yank the ties on your lacy black corset. with each tug you can feel the boning hug your ribs and stomach tighter and tighter before the mere action of breathing is uncomfortable.

it’s just for a couple hours you remind yourself while pulling on your black mini skirt and grabbing a pair of black sunnies from your vanity. the glossy scarlet red ‘a’ that you hand stitched onto the left breast of your corset last night glints in the mirror as you examine yourself, perfectly content with the costume you managed to pull off in less than 24 hours.

“holy shit, how can you breathe in that thing?” seungmin says as he stares at you from the same place on your bed, seemingly taken aback by the resilience of your rib cage.

“it’s for fashion, min! this halloween is all about reprisal, and i wanna look damn good while doing it.”

“okay shakespeare,” he jests before grabbing his costume from where it’s laying on the floor. it takes him a mere minute to throw on his outfit, and you envy him for it.

once you’re finally sure that you’re ready you toss a few tequila shots back in your kitchen as seungmin watches, stating he doesn’t wanna get fucked up tonight (when does he ever) but relents when you ask him to do at least one shot to keep him warm on the walk over to jackson’s.

the bite of the night autumn air has you questioning if you even want to go when you step out onto your porch, the leather jacket you borrowed from seungmin hanging from your shivering shoulders. no, you can’t back down now. with a skip in your step you all but drag seungmin off of your porch, those tequila shots slowly but surely making their way through your system.

by now many of the trick or treaters that lined the streets earlier in the evening have retired to bed, leaving the rest of the holiday to be celebrated by the mature population. so, the roads are mainly empty as you walk down them, the pavement damp and shiny.

when you arrive at jackson’s place you take pity on his neighbours, for the music is so loud it seems as if it might trigger a small earthquake. a few scattered groups of people are on the lawn but most are inside, and you can see the party raging through the front windows. seungmin doesn’t say anything, just shoots you a knowing look before the two of you make your way inside.

immediately upon entering you’re almost ploughed over by a guy in one of those blow up t-rex costumes, who barely spares a look at you before running away and continuing to wreak havoc.

“i don’t think I’m drunk enough for this min, we should just go,” you turn to leave but to your surprise are stopped by seungmin.

“come on y/n, we’re already here. let’s just stay for a bit, ok?” he reasons, and you relent with a dramatic sigh.

out of the corner of your eye you catch of glimpse of someone waving to you; actually, waving to seungmin, motioning him to head over there. you see 3 guys, one in a red power ranger suit, another in a green and yet another in a pink. the puzzle in your brain slowly pieces together as you glance down at seungmins blue power ranger suit.

don’t tell me….

the 3 guys pull off their masks at the same time, and you’re met with the grinning faces of jeongin (red), hyunjin (pink), and their friend jisung (green). and just to add more salt on the wound, a boy name felix whom you’ve meet a handful of times shows up with his friends dressed in a yellow ranger suit. stupid! you should’ve know seungmin was a part of a group costume, who would dress up as a solo power ranger?

“why didn’t you tell me that you were doing a stupid group costume with jeongin and hyunjin!” you sock seungmin in the shoulder.

“i didn’t think it mattered!” he whines while rubbing the spot where you punched him.

“well it does, because now we have to spend the whole night with them,” you whine, although what you said isn’t necessarily true. you’re just salty because seungmin is supposed to be on your side in this whole debacle, and because jeongin decided to change his costume after your quarrel in his car the other day.

much to your dismay, seungmin wraps his bony fingers around your wrist and drags you towards the group of his friends, towards your doom. as soon and jeongin realizes you’re headed this way he departs, running up the stairs like the coward he is.

“seungmin! you made it!” jisung exclaims, clearly already a couple drinks in and clearly unable to sense the tension between you and everyone else.

“haha, yep!” seungmin answers sheepishly as you wrench your wrist free from his grasp. traitor!

you sulk as you listen to felix, seungmin and jisung talk about god knows what, probably video games or baseball or something stupid. it doesn’t help that you can overhear parts of hyunjins conversation with the girl that felix brought. thankfully, you’re blessed with the gift of being able to tune everything out if you so chose, so you stand there in silence and dream about going home.

it isn’t long until you can sense a looming presence beside you, and you snap out of your stupor to see hyunjin standing only a few feet away from you. the way his eyes scan the expanse of your body doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“so,” he starts, arms widespread in a clear gesture to his costume, “what do you think?”

“geez, and people say girls dress like sluts. you know i can see your whole dick print, right?” you taunt,

“nothing you haven’t seen before,” he sneers while his eyes scan the length of your body, hyper focusing on the red ‘a’ sewn into your corset, “what…. what are you?”

how uncultured!

“olive from easy a. you know, emma stone’s character?” you state matter of factly, arms folded across your chest.

“never seen it.”

“really?” you ask, genuinely shocked since hyunjin seems to love fun cult classics. and because he’s friends with seungmin, who's seen about every movie under the sun.

“really,” he reaches over and picks up his drink from where he left it on the counter, “off topic, but a couple people about to play truth or dare in one of the bedrooms upstairs, you should come. or don’t, i don’t care.”

and with that the boy dressed as the pink ranger turns on his heel and walks away, patting whoever was dressed in the yellow ranger costume on the back as a signal to hit the road.

truth or dare? for real? didn’t realise this was a high school party.

you make your way over to seungmin, who’s busy playing with the pop tab attached to the lid of his mikes hard lemonade. it’s clear he doesn’t really plan on talking to anyone else all night, and is only here because you dragged him and he had a duty to fulfil as a result of being part of a group costume.

“they’re about to play truth or dare upstairs min, can you believe that?” you scoff, feeling your cheeks warm up as a result of the alcohol you’ve consumed.

seungmin makes a noise of agreeance, his lip quirking upwards as he responds, “for real? that game is just so…. childish.”

both of you nod before looking at the floor, you drawing small circles with your feet and seungmin playing with his pop tab again.

“but it is kinda fun, you know?” seungmin speaks up first.

“no you’re right,” silence again, and then you add, “should we go join?”

all seungmin does is nod and pass you your drink before the two of you make your way upstairs, opening to the door to a bathroom and accidentally interrupting some kind of fuck session before finding the correct bedroom and slinking inside.

.･:*◢▅◣Ξ◥▅◤Ξ ҉ ◢▅◣Ξ ҉ ◥▅◤☾*:･˙

a messy circle of people meets you when you enter, with everyone sitting on the floor or bed or chairs that were definitely stolen from the dining room. there aren't a ton of people, maybe 13 or so, but you seem to know everyone at least to a certain extent.

“nice costume, y/n,” jeongin practically emerges form the shadows to sneer at you, his voice laced with poison.

“thanks jeongin, it is a nice costume. what happened to you going as a banana? did you heed my advice and finally realise it was a stupid idea?”

all he does is scoff at this, choosing not to retort for the sake of looking like the bigger person.

“jeez, you guys are really pissed at each other, huh?” seungmin remarks while grabbing your wrist and dragging you away from jeongin in case you were about to reach up and slap him.

you don’t respond, but the sour look on your face says it all.

“alright guys, let’s get this started!” hyunjin announces to the room full of people, and all of the individual chatter dies down, “the game is truth or dare, as you all know, but we wanted to make it extra frightening for halloween. jeongin?”

jeongin stalks over to hyunjin, and you’re worried for what he has planned.

“if you do not fulfil your truth or dare, you will face a penalty. that penalty is doing a shot,” he takes a breath, “and showing the entire circle the last nude you sent.”

chaos. everyone erupts in anger at jeongin’s sick idea of a punishment.

“come on jeongin, that is so over the top,” one of the other girls in the room, chaeryeong, shouts above everyone else.

all jeongin does is raise his arms in a shrug, clearly loving playing the villain. ugh, you’re so over him.

“rules are rules you guys! we want to make sure people are following through on their dares! or truths, of course.”

he does have a point there, but still, his rules are a bit excessive.

the room quiets down and a few people decide to get up and leave, opting to not take the risk of exposing themselves if they get stuck with a particularly damning truth or dare.

“great, lets get this show on the road then,” jeongin acts as the ringleader and gets everyone settled, “who wants to go first?”

“me! i wanna go!” jeongins friend felix, the yellow ranger, throws his hand in the air.

“ok felix, truth or dare?”

the rest of the party can be heard as the room falls silent to let felix think, allowing him time to ponder since he was the first to volunteer.

“i’ll go dare,” he finally announces, and a chorus of ooooo’s sound as everyone waits to hear what felix has in store for him.

“i dare you,” jeongin ponders, trying to come up with something juicy and exciting, “to give us your best strip tease!”

everyone shrieks and felix hangs his head in embarrassment before standing up, clearly not backing down from the challenge. someone turns on pony by ginuwine and everyone shrieks even louder as felix starts doing his best strip tease, filled with body rolls and thigh grabbing as he peels the top part of his yellow power ranger costume off, exposing his defined abs and smooth back in the process.

after a couple minutes everyone agrees that he’s done enough and he pulls his costume back one before plopping back down in his seat, his cheeks and ears a bright cherry red. nevertheless, a triumphant smile is plastered on his face as everyone cheers for him having successfully completed the first dare.

the game continues without a hitch; chaeryeong confesses that her first wet dream was about hiccup from how to train your dragon, seungmin has to do a blowjob shot from between felix’s legs (you almost thought he was going to accept the penalty), and you find out that the weirdest place jisung has had sex was in a mcdonald’s bathroom.

suddenly jeongin locks eyes with you and you, knowing that he’s probably had one too many drinks at this point, feel a sense of dread settle in the pit of your stomach.

“y/n! your turn, truth or dare.”

you know that whatever you choose it’s gonna be bad, so you opt to bite the bullet and just go for it.

“uhhhhhh ok, dare.”

in that moment it looks as if jeongin has quite literally embodied the devil himself and you know that you’ve chosen wrong. all you can do is brace yourself for whatever dare he’s about to challenge you to - which you’ll have to fulfill for the sake of not looking like a loser.

“i dare you,” he smiles, “to spend 10 minutes exploring lost john’s forest.”

the room goes silent.

no fucking way. does he want you to die???!!

seungmin comes to your rescue, “come on jeongin, that's a little too intense for a game, don’t you think?”

“a dare is a dare! if y/n doesn’t want to do it she’ll just have to face the penalty instead.”

everyone continues to look around the room tentatively, waiting to see what happens next. most gazes are fixed on you, eyes with with worry and excitement, but some stare at jeongin.

“come on, do you guys seriously still believe in all of those bullshit urban legends? that stuff is just for kids, we’re all adults now!” jeongin speaks up and sips his beer as if to further prove his point.

“regardless of if those rumours are true or not, don’t you think it’s unsafe for y/n to be out in a forest this late at night? you know, alone?” this comes from hyunjin, and you’re surprised he’s sticking up for you.

only after hyunjin’s comment do you see jeongin’s tough guy facade start to waver, but he holds his ground, “y/n’s a big girl, she can speak for herself.”

suddenly everyone’s gaze is on you. dear god, why on earth did you come to this party??

“you know what, fine. fiiiine!!!! i’ll do it,” you declare as you stand up, adjusting your skirt that had shifted in place while you were seated. jeongin’s face deadpans, and that alone is enough to give you the courage

“wait, how will we know if she actually goes to lost john’s forest though? what if she just waits outside and then comes back in 10 minutes later?” jisung quips, and you’re tempted to reach out and slap him across the face. bitch.

“that’s a good point,” jeongin pauses to think, “ok fine, someone should go with her to make sur-”

“i’ll go,” hyunjin volunteers before standing up a little too quickly, which is evident in the way he wobbles slightly before catching his balance.

jeongin’s eyes nearly pop out of his skull at this; it’s clear he wants you to have the worst night ever, meaning being alone in a forest with a guy you have the hots for is strictly off the table “wait no, someone else should go.”

“why? i’m fully capable of escorting y/n to and from lost john’s to make sure nothing bad happens. besides, does anyone else want to volunteer as an escort?” hyunjin retorts before waiting expectantly.

the circle of people sit there, unmoving. after a few seconds seungmin slowly moves to raise his hand but a dirty scowl from hyunjin makes him freeze.

“right then, it’s settled. let’s go y/n” he states while grabbing your wrist and dragging you to the door of the bedroom you’re in.

you look back at jeongin over your shoulder, who clearly isn’t pleased. all you do is shoot him a cheeky half smile before following hyunjin out the room, down the stairs and into the night.

.･:*◢▅◣Ξ◥▅◤Ξ ҉ ◢▅◣Ξ ҉ ◥▅◤☾*:･

standing at the edge of lost johns forest, you think you might pass out.

but you neglect to tell hyunjin that.

“you ready?” he asks while shooting you a comforting look, his words have no trace of teasing or mockery.

you look at the vast expanse of trees in front you. it looks as if it stretches on forever and ever, and you gulp as you think of all the possible things that could be inside, waiting for you and hyunjin to enter before striking.

that being said, you’d rather do this with him than do it alone.

“let’s just get this over with. the sooner we’re done here the sooner we’ll get back and I can strangle jeongin.”

hyunjin laughs before offering you his hand, which you take and pray that he doesn’t care about how shaky you are.

making sure to take note of the time on your phone you head into the forest, feeling twigs and leaves snap and crunch under your feet. the exposed skin on your legs stings as a cold gust of wind blows, the trees offering minimal protection.

“you know if you ignore all of the creepy stories about this place, it’s actually quite nice. so quiet…” hyunjin aloud.

“if you’re trying to make me feel better, it’s not working.”

a branch snaps, an owl hoots, you exhale shakily. it’s dark, but the scarcity of leaves still attached to their trees allows for just enough moonlight to seep through the spindly branches. soon enough, the two of you stumble upon a small-ish clearing, opting to stay there as opposed to trekking further and getting lost.

“jesus I hate this, how long has it been?” you ask hyunjin while rubbing your arms in an attempt to wake them up.

“it’s been…. 2 minutes.”

that’s it. this is the worst experience of your life. you are actually going to kill jeongin.

“come on y/n, it’s not that bad in here. at least you have me!” hyunjin tries to comfort you, but you can tell that he’s nervous just like you are.

“please, as if you’d be able to protect me from anything,” you tease, but when hyunjin doesn’t bite back you worry that you’ve struck a nerve, “i am glad you’re here with me, though.”

“i would’ve volunteered to go with anyone, honestly.”

“really?”

“...no.”

a small smile creeps it’s way onto your face at this, and not matter how hard you try you can’t wipe it off.

“sooo you volunteered to go with me because…?”

“because i have…… feelings….” he looks at you, and then looks at the ground, “for you….”

the word that comes to mind upon hearing hyunjins confession is satisfying. satisfying because you’ve known that he’s had feelings for you since the summer, he’s just a shithead. so, you feel satisfied.

“and i know it’s probably unfair for me to say this but i can’t stop thinking about you and i know that this is also the absolute worst place to confess but-“

he doesn’t say anything after that.

he doesn’t say anything because you press your pout against his, breathing in his scent as he kisses you back.

no words need to be exchanged as you briefly pull away before going in for more, hyunjins lips your absolute favourite drug that you crave day and night. a groan escapes hyunjins mouth and he moves to wrap his hand around the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in and tugging on your hair as he pushes you yo against a nearby tree.

with your head tilted to the side you weasel your tongue past his slippery teeth and into his mouth, sliding against his own. both of you parrot each others moans of desire as your hands explore the expanse of hyunjins back and shoulders.

you feel so cold when he pulls away from you, like your only source of heat has been ripped away from you eternally. when you pry your eyes open, not before a dissatisfied huff passes your lips, you see hyunjin descending.

it appears as if he sinks to his knees in slo-mo, eyes never leaving yours as he kisses his way from your knee to the inside of your thigh. with deft fingers he reaches under your skirt and hooks the waistband of your panties around his fingers before dragging them down your legs and tossing them to the side, soon to be forgotten.

“hyunjin,” you breathe, voice already shaky as you anticipate what’s to come (you). he doesn’t say anything, just grabs your right calf and swings your leg over his shoulder, his face now a mere few inches away from your pussy. it feels as if you’re on display for his eyes only, forced to watch as he sucks and nips at your thighs while leaving dark bruises and bite marks in his wake. slowly be surely he inches closer to the place where you want- no, need him most.

when the tip of his wet, pink tongue drags through your cunt your breath catches in your throat. he continues to offer only feeble kitten licks, and soon enough it has you craving more and more, his actions not enough to fulfil the growing desire you can feel boiling inside of you.

with outstretched fingers you reach out and grip a fistful of his raven hair, pulling on it and all but shoving his face impossibly closer to your wet, hot pussy. the tip of his nose nudges your clit, and the one leg that you’re balanced on almost buckles.

“you taste so good, honey,” hyunjin confesses while lazily dragging his fat tongue through your pussy, “sweet like candy.”

“ ‘s just for you, hyun,” your heads rolls back between your shoulders, resting on the tree behind you. for the moment you elect to forget where you are, focusing on the cute boy between your legs instead of the darkness of the surrounding forest that threatens to swallow you whole.

hyunjin cycles between sucking at your clit and teasing your hole with his tongue, a combo which, although has you seeing stars, is not enough to bring you to release.

“more, jinnie,” you plea, the pet name rumbling past your lips before you can catch yourself.

“you need more, baby?” hyunjin coos while gazing up at you, his eyes foggy and plump lips swollen and glossy. the hand of his that’s been laying dormant on your thigh moves to cup your pussy, groping you before he slides his index and middle fingers through your folds.

in one deft movement he slips his digits inside of you, his tongue poking and flicking your clit at the same time. your needy whines grow louder and echo around you, the goosebumps on your skin now from arousal and not from the cold.

hyunjin continues to finger you at a relaxed pace, his mouth traversing between stimulating your aching clit and nipping at the sensitive skin of your upper thigh. his eyes never leave yours however, and you feel as if you might slip and fall into his gaze, unable to escape.

“one more?” god you sound pathetic, but you don’t care at this point, “please?”

wordlessly, hyunjin slips his ring finger into your cunt. the stretch is subtle but has you yearning for your sweet release. the grip you have on his hair tightens, and you rock your hips against his face to help bring yourself closer and closer to your orgasm. the moans that leave his mouth in response to you tugging on the roots of his hair vibrate through your core, leaving you a stuttering, whiny mess above him.

“jinnie, I think i’m gonna-“ a desperate moan escapes you when hyunjin wraps his lips around your sensitive bud once more, sucking in tandem with the thrusts of his fingers.

over the volume of your own moans and the howl of the wind you can hear the squelching of your wet pussy as hyunjin finger bangs you until you cum all over his hand, his palm and chin sticky with your juices.

your heart drums in your chest as you slowly come back to earth, the warm body between your legs now gone and standing in front of you.

hyunjin looks as if he wants to eat you, swallow you whole, with hair a mess and cheeks splotchy and pink. through his costume you can see he’s hard, his cock begging to be released from the fabric prison it’s confined to.

he kisses you again and you can taste yourself on his tongue, fighting off any embarrassment you feel with the justification that getting your pussy devoured by him felt so fucking good.

your tongue slots against hyunjins inside of his mouth, and you feel him move to push his pants and briefs down to allow his cock to spring free. his sticky warmth mouth is pulled from yours and you watch as he pumps his dick several times to get himself fully hard.

his cock is long and veiny with a slight curve that has you practically drooling all over his feet. of course you’ve seen it before, but it’s been so long and you’ve thought about it so much.

his tip is a dark shade of pink as he moves to drag it through your cunt, allowing it to kiss your still sensitive clit which sends a jolt through your body. not wanting to waste any time, hyunjin wraps the same leg that was sling over his should a few moments ago around his waist. with one hand grubbing your thigh and the other gripping the base of his cock, he slowly sinks into you, allow you to feel every inch of his aching shaft.

“oh god, hyunjin,” you cry, feeling so full after months and months of feeling so empty. hyunjin breathes through his nostrils, attempting to control himself as he bottoms out in your tight hot pussy.

the bark of the tree that you’re pinned up against scratches and digs at the skin of your shoulders and upper back but you’re too drunk on hyunjin to care. all you care about is his cock that’s fucking into you, his tongue that’s tracing your jawline, his curious hand that reaches into your corset and pulls out your breasts.

his mouth makes its way from your neck down to your chest, where he deftly takes your left nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before giving the same treatment to the other.

your legs cramp as you spread them apart as far as possible given your current position, doing your best to accommodate hyunjins dancer hips. his hips that move so fluidly against you, rolling upwards and grinding against your cunt with each thrust.

every time hyunjins tongue rolls across your tit you can feel it in your core contributing to the small fire that’s growing with every move he makes. one of your hands finds purchase in his hair again and the other finding stability by gripping his shoulder,

“jinnie, hngh-“ you stutter and whine embarrassingly, thankful for the fact that there’s no one around to hear how desperate you are. hyunjins pace picks up and he pumps his cock into you faster, harder, deeper. your limbs turn to jelly as he fucks you with no restraint.

“fuck y/n, I’m so close,” is all he can pant after pulling himself off of your tits, the hair at the base of his neck damp with sweat despite how cold it is outside. the walls of your pussy flutter around his cock as you’re on the brink of your orgasm, waiting to feel your release wash over you.

it only takes a few more thrusts to send you spiralling, creaming all over hyunjins cock as he finishes inside of you. his cum feels hot and heavy inside of you and it warms you to the core on this cold fall night.

the heat you feel in your cunt slowly begins to wane, and you whimper when hyunjin pulls his now soft cock from your hole that’s dripping with his cum; some of it sticks to your thighs.

with a chaste kiss to your lips hyunjin pulls away, fixing himself up before helping you adjust your corset and reaching down to grab your phone that had fallen to the forest floor.

the blue screen almost blinds you when you turn it on, and you’re met with several missed texts from jeongin.

[12:55] jeongin: okay y/n it’s been like 15 minutes you guys can come back now

[1:03] jeongin: seriously y/n it’s been a while, people are starting to worry

[1:04] jeongin: not me of course, but other peopl

[1:16] jeongin: ok y/n this isn’t funny anymore, i get that you’re pissed at me but seriously you guys need to come back

[1:19] jeongin: unless…. the lost john legends are true

[1:19] jeongin: oh god

“this shithead,” you mutter, opting to leave him on read for now

you glance at hyunjin, who’s standing there awkwardly, looking at the moon through the branches of the trees.

“do you wanna come back to my place? i don’t really feel like going back to the party,” he says in a way that seems like he’s bracing himself for you to say no, “we can watch easy a? you know, since i’ve never seen it.”

you stretch out your hand, encouraging him to take it.

“yea, I’d like that,” you say before the two of you make your way out of the forest before strolling down the street under the yellow glow of the moon

.･:*◢▅◣Ξ◥▅◤Ξ ҉ ◢▅◣Ξ ҉ ◥▅◤☾*:･

a/n: apologies if the smut seems rushed I wrote it on a bus lol

[magebunkshelf]

You reblog a lot of old posts.

honestly i find that admirable looking back not just old works but past reflections of them brings reminders in what younger you was trying to do and realizations on how current you has changed

that or its just automated messaging out of laziness to make updated posts. Honestly nothing wrong with that but it is less philosophical

or maybe its some third secret reason

I found myself reblogging so much stuff from everyone especially when the bug army was growing that I started just queuing them so I don't post everything all at once, plus that way the things I wanna reblog still post while im away. I remembered some old posts from ages back and thought it might be worth reblogging them for anyone who found me more recently! Plus I didn't want them to get lost - I love the Halloween costume list but my Tumblr was very quiet back when I wrote it

But yeah, some things have changed since the write-ups were originally posted. The Ship AI blog for instance needed an addendum when I reblogged it

[symphonxx]

Maybe death isn't that bad..

Noel Gruber has been running his whole life. Whether running from his work, running away from the bullies who had dedicated their lives bullying him or running away from Ocean since birth, he’d still run. But never would he have thought that running away from your handsome crush could be difficult. 

Mischa Bachinski, Ukrainian bad boy, the angriest boy in town, the guy who had managed to land himself in St. Cassians Chamber Choir for stealing three cases of communion wine, was the reason for his little runs. However, he knows there wouldn’t be a chance of getting with him. Despite standing next to him and being the only two Tenors in the choir, the two had never really interacted. The only times they did engage in a conversation, were when Ocean lectured him or when Mischa was talking about his fiance in Ukraine, Talia. 

His fiance. It hurt him physically to hear it come out of his mouth. No amount of bruises can compare to how painful it felt hearing that. The way Mischa talked about Talia was so sweet that he should’ve been given the title of  “ Most Romantic Boy in town. ” instead of him. 

Noel loved watching The Blue Angel and had dreamt of dressing up as Lola Lola sometimes during Halloween but fear gradually took over so, he went as C3P0. He’d imagine himself as Monique from post-war France, romanticising what should’ve been unhealthy right from the start. To be used, to be thrown away like nothing. He dreamt of it. But nothing could prepare him for the unrequited feelings. It hurt so badly that he began throwing up at the thought of him. 

Mischa. Him and his stupid accent. Him and his stupid tooth-gapped smile. His smug smirk whenever he or someone else laughs at his insult towards Ocean. His dumb curly hair that was always hidden underneath that idiotic black cap. His stupid way of speaking in Ukrainian. The dumb freckles that he isn’t afraid to show, unlike Noel. He hates them all. Even worse, he wasn’t even sure if Mischa would ever notice him. He was always glued to his phone. 

And finally, the fall fair. The only reason he was excited, was the Ferris Wheel. It had been his favourite ride since, forever. Occasionally, he’d hop into the bumper cars and attempt to demolish Ocean with it. Today was their competition. He was nervous but it was alright. He knows Mischa isn’t gonna sing at all, so he made sure to be a bit louder. 

It went wrong. Everything was a wreck and they knew that but well, it was time for them to enjoy their time. The kids all queued for their respective rides. Mischa heading to the shooting range, Ocean checking out the bumper cars with Constance and Ricky going to the Gravitron with the new girl that joined. They finished their little rides and immediately made bets on whether they should get on the Cyclone or not. 

Noel had a sense of fear staring at the rollercoaster ride. It was quite wobbly and looked unstable but it was Constance's favourite ride! How could he say no? With a huff, he agreed to get on and off they went, queuing for the ride. They asked for their fortunes a while before the ride. When they got on, he realised that he was sitting next to Mischa. Mischa was calm and Noel felt attracted to that for some reason. They braced themselves, pulled the safety bars onto their bodies and prepared for the ride. It was 6:17. 

6:19 pm, the front axle of the loop-the-loop broke, causing the entire coaster to derail, killing them all and successfully slicing someone’s head off. 

Which brought them to the warehouse now. They had just heard Ocean’s number and if Noel could choose to die once more, he would. Then, it was his turn. 

His lament, which was more of a ballad, was about his wanting to be a French hooker back in post-war France. When he had the chance to make out with Mischa, he was confused and most obviously ecstatic. The way his lipstick was smeared and stained Mischa’s lips. When he felt the other kiss his neck, he felt himself die a little more. 

His song went smoothly and he grinned when Mischa complimented his song. Ocean had an issue, Jane had spelt the word FUCK, Constance enjoyed the part where he and Mischa kissed while Ricky was glad he could play the accordion. 

Then it was Mischa’s turn. He was taken aback when Mischa unbuttoned his shirt but quickly brushed it off and continued to support his now-friend. After his autotuned rap, he quickly walked away with Jane, completely forgetting about the cap on his head, only remembering when Ocean pointed it out while they change. 

The next song was heart-wrenching. He sang about Talia, which brought more of his unrequited feelings back. He doesn’t even know who Talia is and he’s jealous of her, hilarious. The more he danced around with Ocean or Penny, he could feel his heart swell with sadness. Only then did he realise that Mischa was good at singing. He felt himself for more for the man he knew he would never get. When they spun around in a circle as Mischa danced in the middle, Noel could feel himself smile. He’d be happy for him, even if it meant never loving him. 

“ And I would vote for Noel. The world needs more poets.  ”

“ And I’ll vote for you! ” And with that, they bumped hands. 

“ AND THIS IS WHY YOU BOTH SUCKED AT MATHS! ” Ocean screamed, yelling at the two of them whilst they stare at her in annoyance and confusion. As she continued to scream at them, Noel shot a small glance towards Mischa before realising that he was staring back at him. 

Then it was Ricky’s turn. During one part, he pawed at Mischa’s body and while that wasn’t intentional, it made them both flustered at the movement. He laughed silently to himself afterwards. 

It's Jane’s turn. He must admit, the song was amazing. Jane was so good at singing it startled both him and Ocean, being the closest next to her at the time. The way she ascended and sang while spinning was enough to shock them all. The umbrellas were a nice touch. Then they sang the birthday song. It was honestly really sweet of Ocean to create an entirely new song for Jane.

After the whole thing, Noel found himself sitting at the crate near Karnak. Mischa sat next to him, a vodka bottle in hand. 

“ Drink? ” 

“ Where did you get that? ”

“ It’s birthday. ” It sounded a lot like borthday the way he said it but he didn’t mind, it was nice. He then let out a hum at that and drank. 

“ Noel. ”

“ Hm? ”

“ How did you know you’re gay? ”

“ I guess it just came to me? At birth? I’ve always liked oddly romantic stuff and felt attracted to guys more often than not so, that’s how I knew. ”

“ Oh. I like men and women. What term for that again? ”

“ Bisexual? ”

“ так, that! ”

Noel smiled at that, it gave him a small sense of hope that, maybe, just maybe, he’d be interested in him. That thought was immediately shut down. Of course, Mischa wouldn’t be interested in him. Up until the accident, he never really noticed the gay kid who sang in the choir and dreamt of being a French booze-hound harlot. 

“ Поете, ти така гарна, що я не знаю, що тобі сказати. ” mumbled Mischa. Mischa secretly begged Noel to not hear any of that but he wouldn’t know Ukrainian either way. 

“ Did you say something, Misch? ”

“ Misch? ”

“ Yea? I’m sorry was that weird-? I mean I can use Mischa for you- ”

“ I like that. Misch. Can I call you poet? ”

“ Sure. It's only fair if you give me one. ”

It was silent again, only the sounds of Jane and Ricky talking in the distance. They waited and Mischa drank a bit of his vodka. 

“ So- ”

“ Poet- ”

Silence once more. 

“ I mean- ”

“ You can- ”

They giggled at that but Mischa couldn’t help but listen to Noel’s sweet laughter. It was so sweet that he could get a rush from that. He felt himself blush more. When did these emotions come in? He never really noticed him, even during school. He just knew that he was the pretty guy who stood next to him in every choir practice. He glanced towards him and- Are those freckles? 

“ You have freckles? ”

“ Oh- Did my concealer rub off? ”

“ Why poet conceal? very pretty. Poet looks pretty with freckles. ”

“ It’s just another thing for me to be bullied over, what’s the point? ”

“ They’re jealous. You look very pretty. I will fight them for you. ” That made Noel laugh again, and Mischa felt proud of himself. 

“ У вас дуже гарно сміється поет. ”

“ I don’t speak Ukrainian, Misch. ”

“ You speak French no? ”

“ Yes but not Ukrainian! ”

Laughter echoed from their place and they quickly engaged in a weirdly sweet conversation, with Noel complimenting him in French while Mischa gave him sweet names in Ukrainian or Mischa telling Noel how tragic he was, making him gasp at it being the nicest stuff someone ever said to him. As he leant onto Mischa’s shoulder, Noel picked up his confidence and felt himself wanting to confess. So, with a heavy breath, he spoke. 

“ Misch, I- ”

“ OWWW ”

Perfect timing, Ocean. No amount of poetry would describe the simmering hatred he bore for her right now. 

It was Constance's turn. Her song was incredibly sweet to listen to and Noel enjoyed his time dancing around her. This was probably one of his favourite numbers. Everyone enjoyed themselves while Noel and Mischa were a bit tipsier than the others with the alcohol they drank, which made their dancing a bit sloppier than others. 

The two eventually calmed down and the voting began. Noel had forgotten about the voting and dreaded voting. 

“ Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg, you’re the chosen one to go. ”

“ What?! I thought that this was per a unanimous vote?! ”

“ I decided to go with the person with the highest grade-point average, which had turned out to be you. ”

“ If I went, it wouldn’t be fair to any of us! We’ll go back to the previous decision and vote instead. ”

It was all tied. Everyone voted on who they think is more deserving to leave. It all went back to Ocean, who in turn, started yelling at Karnak and chose Jane, whose name is revealed to be Penny. Penny Lamb. 

Her life carefully flashed in front of their eyes, all five of them watching it proudly. After that, Karnak was dead. They went back to doing their stuff. Constance and Ocean finally got some rest while Ricky went to practice his accordion skills. Noel and Mischa settled down on the crates near Karnak.  

“ So поет., ”

“ Yea? ”

“ What were you going to say before? ”

“ Oh! I uhm- ” His face was flushed now. The chances of him getting interrupted were low but Mischa had a fiancee too. It would be rude of him to just, do that to them despite being dead. He peeked towards Mischa, only to see him glancing back at him with his head tilted to the side. His heart melted instantly.

“ I wanted to say that, I liked you. Ever since you enrolled on St. Cassians. Sure, you seemed rude but you were the nicest person I’ve ever met and probably the nicest to me too. ”

“ I like you too. ”

“ What? ”

“ I like you to поет. ”

“ But your fiancee? ”

“ I still love her but I will never see her again. There is space in my heart for you, Noel Gruber. ” Mischa mumbled before pulling him into a gentle kiss. He was surprised but immediately kissed him back, pulling him close so that they’d share a crate. 

Maybe, just maybe, dying wasn’t that bad after all.

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GOD FORBID I EVER KNOW HOW TO WRITE HAHAHAH. I suck at writing though and this might be the first time I’ve procrastinated on a fic lmao. I’m wondering if I should post this on Ao3 since I’ve never rlly done that before. Fun fact, when I speak English, I sound like Mischa speaking English. I stumble over my words a shit ton and I speak like a weirdo. 

BUT I DO HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS SILLY WORK!! TQ FOR YOUR SUPPORT ON MY PREVIOUS POSTSS.

[friendofsanrio]

Blog housekeeping:

For some reason the American Sanrio site doesn't post their (time-sensitive) monthly wallpapers until a few days into the month, so that's why my posts are always queued "late." (If this irritates you, I feel the same way.)

Hanamaruobake's official twitter account somehow has been posting their own monthly wallpapers since July this year.

I've only just started posting about Hanamaruobake despite their official debut having happened in Japan on February 29, 2023 because the American merch debut on Instagram was August 16, 2024. Also, it is now October, meaning Halloween/ghost season.

I don't know if the Hanamaruobake has a binary gender or is like Gudetama since Japanese doesn't have gendered pronouns and the English releases haven't referred to Hanamaruobake with any pronouns, just epithets ("friend", "friendly ghost").

I'm going to post more icon edits, if only sporadically.

Kuromi is October's friend of the month since her birthday is Halloween.

The tag on this post will be used for further updates and blog housekeeping, and can be filtered out. If you need help figuring out how to do that, you can message me.

I run several other blogs so if there's ever a sudden lack of posts or I miss posting for a particular month for the Strawberry News wallpapers, that's why.

[izzy2210]

Fucking Perfect

written for @steddiemicrofic‘s September prompt ‘suck’ wc: 480 | rated: T | cw: drug use (recreative)

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“You’re not going to celebrate your birthday then?”

They’re laying on Steve’s bed, the hideous plaid spread out all around them. Eddie shakes his head, passing the joint to Steve. “Nah. I don’t.. I don’t know. Never really did, you know.”

Steve sits up, suddenly a bit more sober than just now, although his vision still has that blur around the edges.

“You didn’t?” 

“No. I just got a little present from my- I mean Wayne, and nothing much else. I don’t mind, though! I mean, it would be nice sometimes, but-” He rambles, sitting up as well. 

“Wait, when’s your birthday?”

“Uh.” Eddie grabs a curl and brings it to his mouth, remembering Wayne’s complaints, and choosing to hide his face with it instead. “What, ‘uh’?” Steve asks, scooting closer. Eddie mumbles something, but he can’t quite hear it. He raises his brow, and Eddie sighs. “Today.” 

Eddie braces for a scold, but he gets a laugh instead, a cackle, even. “Typical Munson! The fact that your birthday is on Halloween is just- It’s perfect, man!” Steve’s head feels spinny, and he’s laughing, and he loses his balance, tumbling with his head into Eddie’s lap. Eddie chuckles, and then laughs, until they’re both hooting, not sure what they’re laughing about anymore.

When they finally calm down, Eddie’s eyes catch Steve’s. He smiles, and moves his hands into Steve’s hair, who closes his eyes, humming contently. Steve nuzzles into Eddie’s stomach, too high to care how weird this is. At least, he’s too high, but Eddie isn’t. 

“Stevie..” Eddie’s voice sounds insecure, scared, and his hands almost shoot out of Steve’s hair. “Hey..” He complains, his eyes still closed, “I liked that.” 

“I know you did.” He just sounds pained now. Steve sits up again. “What’s wrong, Eds?” “I don’t- I mean, you’re not- This- It’s just not.. right.” Steve feels pained. 

“Am I not right?” 

“No! No, you’re, Stevie you’re fucking perfect I just- This hurts me, Stevie.” He drags his hand over his face, and Steve frowns. “Why?” Eddie’s face scrunches up, and it’s guilt, and pain, and sadness all over.

“I- Fuck, okay. I like you, Stevie. And I know that this will change everything, and that will suck, and I don’t want to lose you, ‘cause I know you’re straight as an arrow and it’s so hard because I just want to-”

Steve bends over to kiss him, just a short peck, but it’s enough to make him quiet. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that-” He starts, but Eddie shushes him.

“No, I.. I think that was quite alright, actually.” 

Steve’s hand moves towards Eddie’s, and their fingers tangle together. 

“It was?” Steve frowns slightly, not wanting to do this again without a clear ‘yes’.

“Yes.” There it is. 

“Could I do it again?” Steve smiles slightly, and Eddie smiles back, not so slightly.

“Yes.” 

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@steddieas-shegoes, @inklessletter and also @wynnyfryd who i still can't tag for some reason :(

also just pretend i posted this on halloween okay (i thought about queuing it but that wouldnt be very handy for the mods i think)

[heart-eyed-bitch]

💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

hey, welcome to my blog!

you can call me heart or harley :)

i'm queer, an anarchist, in a relationship with an amazing guy, currently study philosophy at my local uni. i love cats, anything pink/hearts, halloween and thunderstorms - i hate cops, capitalism, bootlickers and bigots

i mostly post nsfw stuff, but also some other stuff that i think is cute, funny or important <3 (lots of reblogs and queued stuff)

slight trigger warning for hard-ish kinks

my asks are open but don't send me anything sexual/flirts/etc

i will block ageless blogs, minors, terfs and other bigots and really anyone i don't like for whatever reason <3

hashtags i regularly use are:

#my stuff: my own posts

#me: pictures of me

#ask: answered asks

#him 🥺❤️❤️: simping about my bf

spoil me <3

💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

[octocringe]

Fandoms i desperately need to find more accounts from:

Honkai star rail

League of legends - heartsteel ezkayn fans esp!!!

Modded minecraft

Please comment or like or even feel free to msg me if u belong!!!

More details about my interests in these under cut

Star rail:

My favourite is fu xuan, trans March 7 is my headcannon, my favourite area of the game is jarilo, I hate grinding but the characters and gameplay is so fun when it's fresh I just hate doing dailies etc, I'm like very bad at building characters and I keep forgetting who I was supposed to focus on, my dream 5star is huo huo ATM, I really want them

League:

I play midlane mages and ezreal, ezreal mostly out of necessity as I get filled as adc so much I started just queuing as adc every 2nd game cus the q is just shorter lmao plus I have the porcelain tiger ez and I love him he's kitty, I love all the animal related skins like the ezreal I just mentioned or the tiger Tristana or halloween kitty neeko or battle bunny mf or even battle wolf sylas I just want more furries in league uwu

I love love love hearsteel ATM, ezkayn is such a comfort ship for me, literally the only ship in media I care for lmao

Modded mc:

I need to see people talk about modded mc that aren't like... idk just people I've met before play the mods like it's their job there is no fun no whimsy just optimisation for some reason I need unserious people, I need people who start a new mod pack every week like me

I love magic mods but I enjoy mekanism and create a lot too, I love all farming and cooking mods, and exploring and building are my fav things to do!!

[lizardsfromspace]

So does anyone else have the Tumblr glitch where if you schedule a post for 7:00 PM or after on a certain day it'll set it to the day before instead

If you set it to 6:59 it'll be on the right day but 7:00 PM or later it'll process as the day before for some reason

Anyway shout out to all the posts I queued for Halloween posting tonight

[crypticclownlover]

My Intro!

Just so you guys know i interact from my main blog which is an agere/petre blog @vampire-bat-baby

Therian/otherkin acc: @dustydogpaws

Name: Spencer/Bat

Pronouns: my pronouns are He/it + ask for my neos! (it is very strongly encouraged to be used)

Likes: mcr, slipknot, music, minecraft (NOT DSMP), horror movies, halloween, my little pony, ruby gloom, bluey, creepypasta, FNAF + more!

About me: Hi, I'm Spencer! I’m transgender, gay and use xenogenders! I’m autistic (self dx) and i prefer not to speak (speaking is VERY uncomfortable to me for various reasons).

DNI: KINK, DDLG (+ ANY VARIANTS LIKE MDLB AND SUCH) ABDL/TBDL, 18+ ONLY BLOGS, SH/ED BLOGS, CHRISTIAN BLOGS ( i have religious trauma), HOMOPHOBES, TRANSPHOBES, GENDER CRITS, HARRY POTTER FANS, DSMP, RACISTS, ENDOGENIC “SYSTEMS”, ANTI-AGERE, ANTI-PETRE, CHIRE/ANTI-CGLRE, PEDOS/MAPS (WHATEVER THR FRICK YALL CALL URSELVES), ZOOPHILES, SEXISTS!!!!!!!!

TAGS UNDER CUT!

#re-honk = reblogs

#bat-talks = me talking

#the-parade = queued posts

#candy the clown = about my clown candy (their name is probaby going to get changed at some point)

[gallavichgeek]

Fic First Lines

Thank you for the tag, @suzy-queued this seems like a lot of fun.

Rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics/chapters posted on AO3 (if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics) and try to draw some conclusions.

Their Christmas holiday is over and it’s time to get back to reality. Through the Year

He hated calling it a ritual. When You Call Unexpected.

“Why the fuck did we think it was a good idea to host your family in our two-bedroom apartment?” Crystal Clean

They knew they left it late since Christmas is only a week away. Santaland

It’s their first Christmas together as a married couple and for some weird reason, Mickey is actually in the festive spirit. Peppermint Treat

Ian still doesn’t know what he’s doing in a sex shop looking at dildos. Two Tops Don't Make it Right

The dorm rooms have decorations hanging from their doors, some have even gone all out in their room with lights and statues and even fake cobwebs, though Ian wouldn’t be surprised if they were real based on how sloppy some of the students are when it comes to the cleanness of their room.  Halloween

It’s been a week since Trent’s party and Ian has never been happier. Leave a Mark

“Shhhhh. Just relax.”  No Cameras

Mickey wakes up in a warm, safe, secure embrace.  500 Subscribers.

In conclusion, I like to tell my readers where my characters are and what's happening in one sentence so I don't have to write a whole paragraph. Is that lazy writing? 😜😅

Happy for any writer out there to play along, I know a lot of you have been tagged already. Oh, and for those that are wondering, currently writing an up for OnlyFans.😏😉

[revelingrexan]

🎄 “You have failed me for the last time, Skellington.”

[victorluvsalice]

AU Thursday: As Long As You Love Me -- We Never Go Out Of Style

And here we are -- the final snippet I currently have for the "As Long As You Love Me" AU! Last week, Victor and Alice were finally reunited (which involved some surprise-but-long-overdue kissing); this week, they're on their way out of the hospital Alice was being held in so they can get back on the road. The trouble is, Alice turns out to have been in this particular hospital for a reason. . .

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Alice abruptly stopped, eyes on a random spot on the wall. "Beg pardon?" She tilted her head, listening to the voice only she could hear, then sighed. "Ah. I had an inkling that might be the case. . .sorry, Victor," she added, turning back to him. "Duty calls."

Oh, of course – Wonderland needs her for an assassination right in the middle of our escape, Victor thought, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. I suppose the universe can't be accommodating every moment. . . "Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked, adjusting his grip on his bag.

"No – not with this bit, anyway," Alice said firmly, pushing him onward. "I'm not dragging you into the murders again just yet. You go on ahead and find us transportation. I'll do what I have to and catch up."

"Right." Victor leaned over and kissed her forehead. "I'd wish you good luck, but – given it's you. . ."

Alice chuckled. "Well, I haven't actually had much of it lately, so wish if it you like." She returned the kiss to his cheek, then waved a hand at the empty space beside her. "All right, Cat, lead the way."

Victor watched for a moment as she loped off, following her feline friend to parts unknown. Then he continued down the hall, keeping a wary eye out for curious staff. Not that he thought they'd be any serious threat to him, now that things were falling back into place for him and Alice, but. . .well. He still remembered a wire fence burning into his back, and a baseball bouncing off his forehead. Hopefully I'm not going to have anything thrown at me today, he thought, rounding a corner. At least I can blame the universe if I do. . .transportation, transportation – well, hospitals must have garages, right? And maps. . .where can I find –

"Hey!"

Out of nowhere, there was a man in front of him, carrying a sturdy-looking cooler and a sour look. Victor leapt backwards, just barely missing a collision. "Oh! D-do forgive me," he said, holding up his hands. "I didn't see you–"

"That much is obvious!" the man – Dr. Teatiem, according to his name tag – snapped, glaring at Victor like his existence personally offended him. "Who do you think you are, just wandering around aimlessly? I have a very important delivery of lungs to make for a client!"

"Ah – I'm – I'm the new ambulance driver!" Victor quickly fibbed, plastering on a smile much too fake to be believed. "S-sorry, it's my first day in the hospital, and I got lost on the way to the garage–"

Dr. Teatiem groaned, casting his gaze to the ceiling. "God save me from the newbies," he muttered. "As if I don't have less than ten minutes to pass this over. . .look, I can't babysit you," he said, jerking his head behind him. "Garage is at the second intersection, to the left, follow it all the way down. Got a big sign over the door. Think you can manage?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you very much." Victor stepped out of the way, letting the grumbling Teatiem rush past. Goodness, he was rude. . .and twitchy. Less than ten minutes. . .either he's very late delivering organs for a surgery, or – hmmm. Suppose I'll find out for sure when Alice catches up. Armed with his directions, Victor proceeded to the second intersection.

The garage did have a big sign over the door – and, happily, did not have any people inside. Victor slipped in and looked over the line of cars, trucks, and vans all parked inside, blazoned with red and white. He frowned, twisting up the end of his tie. He understood the need for him and Alice to get back on the road as soon as possible. . .but he still felt rather guilty, taking an actual emergency vehicle. What if someone really needed it? There must be something they won't miss too badly, he thought, walking down the line. That they don't use a lot, or that isn't well-suited for transporting an injured –

Oh.

Victor stopped dead, eyes wide and jaw agape. Is – is that – oh my God, it is! I never thought – aren't these rare? What's one doing – well, I-I guess it was an ambulance – or a hearse? One or the other. . .and either would be appropriate for a hospital. . .but surely they don't actually – oh, Victor, don't question it! Just find the keys!

Luck smiled down upon him – right by the door was a pegboard, with clearly-labeled keys dangling for easy retrieval. Victor located his prize and scooped them up. "I can't believe this," he mumbled to himself, face bright as he hurried back to his chosen ride. "I've always wanted to drive one. . . Universe, I forgive you in advance for whatever nonsense we have to go through next."

The sound of the door opening made him look up. Alice stepped through, wrapped in a familiar doctor's coat. "He ran right into me," she informed Victor with a smirk. "Carrying a box of lungs and going on about how he thought he deserved more than 'we' were paying, given how carefully he had to slip them past security. Work of a moment to render his own lungs inoperable."

"Dr. Teatiem?" Victor asked, and got a nod. "I ran into him too – he actually pointed me down this way."

"Convenient." Alice shook out her hair and rubbed her eyes. "You have our vehicle?"

Victor beamed and waved at the car beside him – a genuine 1959 Cadillac Meteor-Miller, gleaming white. "Oh, do I ever – Alice, we get to drive out of here in Ecto-1!"

Alice smiled in polite confusion. "Yay?"

Oh, right. He'd forgotten for a moment that her history consisted of ten years in an asylum, one year of having her brain scrambled, and every day since then following her imaginary friends around the country as they directed her toward those needing death. "I'll explain on the way," he said, popping open the door for her. "For now – next time we get a night at a hotel, I'm ordering all three Ghostbusters on the TV."

[junosartsthetic]

Horror Movies

SDC watching a horror movie with you in honor of spooky season. Contains swearing. Reader is implied to be female, but I don’t believe any pronouns are mentioned. Spoilers for certain horror movies. Mentions of horror movie violence.

You let out a squeal of excitement as you grabbed the popcorn from the counter, hustling into the living room and placing it onto the coffee table. Everything was all set up. Various candy boxes scattered the table. A case of soda sat unopened. The movie was already queued up and the remote lay on the couch arm, ready to be played as soon as your boyfriend arrived. A blanket hung on the couch back, yearning to be nestled into. You had even lit a few candles, giving the dimmed room a spooky feel. It also smelled like pumpkin. Scary movie night was all set. You rubbed your hands together.

You checked the time—he should be here any minute. You couldn’t wait. You made sure to choose a movie you both had never seen before, excited for all the jump scares. Halloween was your favorite time of year, and you couldn’t be happier to spend it with the person you loved.

The doorbell rang and you clapped happily. Finally! Skipping over, you swung the door open, immediately beckoning your boyfriend inside. You closed the door behind him and raced to the couch, plopping down as you wrapped the blanket around yourself. You had already pressed play before he could even get his shoes off. You couldn’t wait any longer. Horror! Now!

Jotaro

He let out a scoff, hanging up his coat before making his way over to the couch nonchalantly. Even in a hurry, he stayed calm and unbothered. “Good grief. Let me sit down first.” He took a seat next to you, barely brushing against your blanket-covered form. You threw some of the blanket over his lap, nestling against his cool form. You shushed him from saying anything else.

“The movie’s starting. Have some popcorn and candy.”

You watched intently as the opening credits played. The movie title “The Devil Below” flashed on screen. It was supposed to be a creature feature—your absolute favorite. There was something about things lurking just beyond human understanding that got you so excited—like there was more than what humans knew just waiting to be discovered.

You chowed down on some popcorn, getting sucked in as soon as the film started. Besides the occasional snarky comment from you, the pair of you were silent. You didn’t jump or hide your face, instead focusing on the screen in front of you like the tv would disappear if you took your eyes off of it. You didn’t want to miss a second. You honed in on every blood splatter, creature roar, and gunshot. You made sure to note every little detail. The best movies always nailed the details.

Meanwhile, Jotaro kept his hat tilted low as he paid attention to everything but the movie. At every loud sound, he forced himself not to jump or latch onto your form. He was never into horror movies, only watching them when you suggested it. He’d never admit it. . . but they always scared him. He could face real life death and violence without batting an eye, but for some reason he could never sit still when watching scary films. Maybe because there was nothing he could do about it. It was all a movie, so he couldn’t just fight the bad guys. He had to sit and watch as it all went down.

Unbeknownst to him, you secretly picked horror movies just to witness him scootch up next to you, practically pulling you onto his lap as he jumped at every bang or pop. He wasn’t usually a cuddler, but by the end of the movie he had his face buried in your neck as you munched away on sweets, unbothered. 

His arms wrapped around your waist tightly, and you felt him tense up almost constantly. You reached behind you, giving his shoulder a pat. “It’s okay. I’ll protect you.” You flexed jokingly. “I’ll punch the shit out of these monsters with no problem. Don’t worry about it.” 

“Shut up,” he muttered, still nestled against you tightly. “Just—tell me when the credits roll.”

Soon after he spoke, the credits appeared, and you heard him breathe a sigh of relief. “Finally. That shit’s over.”

You snorted. “It honestly wasn’t that scary. I’ve seen better. Maybe I’ll find us a better one real quick—” you reached for the remote, but Jotaro snatched it before you had the chance.

“No. I’m picking the next one. And it’s NOT going to be horror.”

You shook your head, craning your neck to plant a kiss on his cheek. “Okay, you big scaredy-cat. We’ll watch another movie genre now.”

Avdol

“What movie is this,” he questioned as he made himself comfortable on the couch. He pulled the blanket over his lap, swinging an arm around your shoulders. “A horror movie, I’m assuming?”

You nodded. “It’s Halloween time. It would be a sin not to watch as many as possible. Besides, it’s a classic that we’ve actually never seen yet—”The Thing!””

He gave you a funny look. “We just watched this movie. What’re you talking about?”

You shook your head. “Nuh-uh. We watched the remake. This is the original. Totally different.”

He laughed. “Right. Okay, then. Why didn’t we watch this one first? That would’ve made more sense.”

“I confess—I didn’t realize the remake was a remake of anything until a few hours ago so now we have to watch the original to make up for my mistake.”

With that, you pulled the popcorn bowl into your lap, the two of you munching as you focused on the film in front of you.

You weren’t a horror movie person usually, you had to admit, but during Halloween you felt it only made sense to watch horror and nothing but horror—even if you were kind of a wuss. You spent most of the movie with your face buried into your boyfriend’s side, his hand on your back. He rubbed your back comfortingly. You’d only peak out when he said the scary part was over. Needless to say, there were a lot of scary scenes being that it was, in fact, a scary movie. 

By the time it was over, your whole body felt sore from tensing up. You pulled away from Avdol’s side, shooting him an embarrassed smile. “I’ve watched scarier,” you quipped.

“You didn’t really watch it,” he replied, kissing your forehead. “But alright. Whatever you say.”

You scrunched up your nose. “I watched enough to know that I will definitely be having nightmares tonight. You’re not secretly an alien, right?”

He pulled you onto his lap. “You’ve discovered my secret,” he teased, a playful look in his eyes. “Now I’ll have to destroy you!”

You squealed as he tickled your sides, breathlessly pleading with him to stop. “No! I won’t tell anyone! I swear! Spare me!”

He ceased his tickling, pecking your cheek. “I’ll make sure you sleep soundly tonight. No aliens or nightmares will get to you, love.”

“D’aww,” you cooed, wrapping your arms around his neck as you nestled against him. “You’re so cute when you’re all protective and reassuring. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You slept soundly that night.

Polnareff

Polnareff wasted no time in jumping on the couch next to you, gathering you into his arms and making sure the blanket covered you both. He grabbed a handful of popcorn, already chowing down. “What’re we watching today, cherie?”

“Saw,”” you replied, stealing some popcorn from his hand. “It’s more of a thriller than horror I guess but I thought it was about time we watched it. It’s got like five sequels or something, so we might as well binge them all.” 

“This is the one where he’s gotta saw his leg off or something in the bathroom, right?” he muttered between bites.

You nodded. “Yeah. It’s pretty intense, I guess. I just kinda want to see if I could survive some of these traps. Like, no offense to all the people that died in those things but I feel like I’d totally make it out. I dunno.”

He burst out laughing.

Just like you said, you insisted on explaining your escape plan everytime they demonstrated a different trap. Luckily you started the first movie early in the day—it turns out there were in fact eight sequels, not five. 

By the time the credits rolled on “Spiral” you two had gone through the entire candy stash, a twelve-pack of soda, and two large pizzas ordered midway through the third movie. It was also three in the morning.

“So, I just feel like I wouldn’t get captured in the first place, but I have confidence I could not only escape, but kill John himself if I were to get captured,” you explained, loopy with tiredness. “Like, c’mon. Pressing a button to gouge out an eye? All you gotta do is press it! Why’d he even hesitate? Stupid. Don’t even get me started on the ones where it’s just making a decision about someone else dying. . .”

“What about the traps that were designed to be impossible?” he replied, scratching your scalp as you lay on his chest. 

“I’d figure it out,” you muttered. “I’m just. . . built different. John doesn’t stand a chance. They just weren’t trying hard enough, I feel like. Anyway, that’s my “Why I Would Win At Saw TedTalk”.”

Polnareff let out a chuckle, prepping a reply, but halted when he looked to see you fast asleep. He pulled the blankets closer, giving your forehead a kiss before nestling into the couch further. “Sweet dreams, cherie,” he whispered. “Today was fun.”

Kakyoin

“Hey,” he chastised, rushing to hang up his jacket and get his shoes off. “Don’t start it without me!” He plopped down next to you, ripping the blanket from your grasp and covering himself with it.

“Hey! Nori! I was using that!” you scolded, attempting to pry the blanket back. He didn’t budge.

“You started the movie without me. This is payback.”

“It’s just the opening credits! You missed a few seconds! Now gimme that back! I’m cold!”

He spread it out so you each got half. “There. We can share.”

You huffed, cracking open a soda. “You’re such a bully sometimes.”

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t act like you’re completely innocent, either. Anyway, what horror movie is it today?”

“Cloverfield,” you replied, leaning against him. He elbowed you lightly. “You think you can just steal my warmth now?”

You elbowed him back before latching onto his arm. “Yes. Now shut up.”

You knew Kakyoin was a nerd when it came to certain things, but you didn’t fully realize that also applied to movies—sure, the two of you had watched movies together before, but you supposed there was just something about this particular movie that had him commenting on everything. 

“It’s really impressive how they shot the whole movie like it was found footage—they’re obviously not the first to do that, but I think applying that idea to a Godzilla-esque movie puts a nice twist on it. It also really emphasizes just how large the monster itself is.”

“Yeah,” you replied absentmindedly, unsure of how to continue that conversation. “Anyway, I hope they don’t end up killing the monster—I just think he’s neat.”

“Well, I think in order to truly pay homage to the movies that came before it, it would only make sense for them to kill the monster in the end, or possibly pull something where the monster isn’t actually evil, but given what we’ve seen thus far, I doubt they’ll go that route. I think it’ll show the true evil in the end is human-kind being that they’re willing to destroy the entire city and everyone in it to destroy the monster. It really makes you think.”

You cleared your throat. “Totally.”

He let out an embarrassed laugh. “I sound like a teacher or something, don’t I? Talking about symbolism in a horror movie.”

You shrugged, pecking his cheek. “I think it’s cute that you think about the intent behind the movie instead of just mindlessly watching it.”

“Thank you,” he said, nudging you affectionately. “But I’ll try to shut up and watch it now.”

He kept his word, waiting until he spotted the credits rolling to turn off the TV and start his commentary. He turned to you to voice his opinions on the film only to see you sleeping soundly, snoring as you nestled against him. Wordlessly, he snuggled into the blankets, leaning your unconscious form closer to him as he closed his eyes. He’ll nerd out about the movie later. Right now, he could use a nice nap with you by his side. 

Joseph

“Hold your horses, sweetheart,” he chuckled, scooping you up and gathering you into his arms. He planted a kiss on your cheek. “Can’t I at least get a hello?”

You laughed, pecking his lips before adjusting the blanket over the two of you. “Hi, love. Now quiet. Movie’s starting.”

“Don’t I get to know what we’re watching?”

“”Nightmare on Elm Street. It’s a classic,” you said, hands busy opening a box of candy. You offered him some which he gladly accepted.

“This is the guy with the freaky claw hands, right? Freddy something-or-other.”

“Yeah, now shhh!”

He rested his chin on your shoulder, huffing. “Don’t you shush me.”

You pressed a finger to his lips. “Shush. No talking during the movie.”

It turns out Joseph was the type of person who couldn’t shut up long enough to watch a film. He had to make a quip at everything, and while you always found his comments funny, there was a part of you that actually wanted to watch the movie—surprising, right? 

You determined your best strategy to combat this was constantly offering him snacks so he’d be too busy eating to talk, but the man was a bottomless pit. You’d gone through everything a quarter of the way in, and were left defenseless as he continued his jokes.

Eventually, you had to say something.

“Sweetie,” you whispered, finding his hand in the dark. You squeezed it. “I love you. But I’m going to need you to shut the fuck up for just a little while, okay?”

He snorted. “No need to get sassy,” he replied, returning your hand squeeze with one of his own. “I’ll try to keep quiet from here on out, but no promises.”

He actually managed to get through the rest of the film with only the occasional bit of banter, but you honestly regretted telling him to keep quiet—the movie itself wasn’t that great, and you weren’t really sure why it spawned so many sequels. Of course, you would rather die than admit this fact to Joseph—it would immediately go to his head. He doesn’t need any more of an ego.

In the end, you simply turned off the film and leaned against him, letting out a yawn. “Care for a cat-nap after watching a movie entirely dedicated to a killer who hunts you in your sleep, love?”

He chuckled, arms wrapping around your waist as he made the two of you comfortable laying down. “He wouldn’t stand a chance against me, sweetheart.”

You pressed yourself against his chest, letting his heartbeat lull you to bed. “Damn right.”

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Heartstoppers from Beyond the Veil

@pigeontheoneandonly shared a Treat headcanon on Halloween that due to a series of unlikely events, Kaidan had a single speaking line in a B-movie while in college.

I thought this was incredible, so I wrote about it. Set in the Opus!verse, pre-ME1, on the SSV Myeongnyang. Shockingly, it turned into a Sam & Kaidan first kiss AU. No one could have seen this coming.

Happy N7 Day!

mshenko/3.5k words | Ao3

~

Shepard thunders through the ‘Yang’s airlock like it’s a day of reckoning, and every single person between him and the crew deck makes the quick and wise decision to get the hell out of his way before they wind up being the one he reckons with.

He blows past the mess – where Kaidan, Aslany, and Beaudoin watch Pendergrass continue to add pepper to a bowl of macaroni and cheese – without a hello, on a trajectory for the gym. Some poor punching bag is probably about to see its life flash before its eyes.

“What the fuck is eating him?” Pendergrass asks. Kaidan’s already lost the bet on how much pepper she can add before it becomes inedible. Aslany and Beaudoin have more faith in her ability to consume ungodly amounts of pepper.

“Lunch with his mother,” Kaidan says with a sigh. The stars had aligned to put both the ‘Yang and the Hyderabad at Arcturus at the same time. Kaidan had tried convincing him to turn down Captain Shepard’s invitation – she’s sure set a precedent for it – but it had been like trying to reason with a brick wall.

And now they’re all going to pay the price.

“Who gets the short straw for sorting him out enough to have movie night?” Aslany asks as Pendergrass dumps more pepper into the bowl. Kaidan considers looking up if there’s a threshold where pepper becomes toxic. When they sat down for this experiment, Kaidan kept telling himself at least Pendergrass cooked the mac and cheese, unlike Shepard who eats it raw, straight out of the box with the cheese powder as a seasoning.

“Unless I get hazard pay, not me,” Beaudoin says.

“You’re a goat,” Aslany says. “That’s what you do.”

“Goat, sure, but I’m a goat with self-preservation instincts.”

“I could tape a note to Stabby,” Pendergrass offers. “That might be safest.”

“I’ll do it,” Kaidan says.

They all stare at him like he’s volunteered for a suicide mission. It’s not far from the truth. Even Kaidan rarely has luck talking him down from this kind of black mood, and just waits for it to blow over on its own. Surviving the attempt is going to require an ace he’s been keeping up his sleeve in hopes he’d never have to use it.

But the squad has rituals.

Kaidan sighs heavily. “I just need you all to understand the sacrifice I’m about to make in the name of movie night.”

~

Shepard’s still a bomb waiting to go off by the time they pile on the couches for movie night, but at least he’s there. Kaidan is the only one brave enough to sit beside him, and Shepard has the audacity to glare at him, like the whole thing is his fault.

“This better be as good as you say,” Shepard grumbles. “I’ve got shit to do.”

“No you don’t,” Kaidan replies.

Shepard’s glare could wilt steel, but Kaidan’s right, so the threat is empty. If only the Alliance brass knew how petulantly the Butcher of Torfan could pout.  

“Also,” Kaidan cautions, queuing up the movie and kissing any sense of peace he might ever have again in his life goodbye, “I never said it was good. I cannot state that clearly enough. All I said is it’s one of a kind.”

Beaudoin hands out beers to everyone before sitting down beside Aslany on the second couch, while Pendergrass drapes over an armchair in ways that hurt Kaidan’s back just to look at her. Beaudoin squints at the dramatic title scrawl when Kaidan hits play.

“Heartstoppers from Beyond the Veil. Well. It’s definitely a B-movie.”

Shepard eyes the screen warily. “I haven’t heard of this one.”

Kaidan hides a smirk. “I told you.”

“I’ve heard of all of them,” Shepard insists. “There’s no way you actually know one I don’t.”

“It had a limited release,” Kaidan says, eyes on the screen and not anywhere near Shepard, who is now very intrigued.

“What’s it about?” Pendergrass asks.

“Shapeshifters who come to terrorize the teenagers in a small town on Earth. They stop people’s hearts with a ray gun. But they have to shapeshift into the species whose heart they’re stopping for it to work.”

“…I have so many questions,” Beaudoin says.

“I can guarantee you all the answers have to do with budget, costuming limitations, and the age pool of people who owed the production crew favors.”

Shepard looks at Kaidan like he’s the shapeshifter. “How do you know about this movie?”

“Just watch,” Kaidan replies.

It’s just as bad as Kaidan remembers. The costumes look like someone decided to predict the future of fashion by going back to the 20th century and revisiting their ideas on the future of fashion. The relay is a flat image with a strobe light in the gyroscope to mimic the mass effect core. The shapeshifter ship is just stock footage of an Alliance cruiser with a badly superimposed ship name. The Temptation’s Berth.

“Little on the nose, isn’t it?” Aslany asks.

“They were aiming for symbolism,” Kaidan replies.

“They missed.”

“No,” Shepard says, reaching for Pendergrass’ bowl of popcorn, excitement creeping across his face. “It’s perfect.”

Kaidan stifles a smile behind his hand. Letting this particular skeleton out of the closet is something he’ll probably never live down.

That smile is worth it.

Kaidan settles back into the couch and awaits his fate.  

Aslany figures it out first.

“Wait,” she says, thirty minutes in, after the first heart-stopping death but before the ‘band of teenage heroes come together as a team to stop the shapeshifter threat’ part. Before anyone can react, she backs the movie up a few frames and pauses it. When no one says anything, she jabs a finger right through the holo projection.

Beaudoin nearly chokes on his drink. “Wait. Alenko. Is that you?”

Four pairs of incredulous eyes swivel towards Kaidan.

“Maybe,” Kaidan replies, and takes a sip from his beer.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” Pendergrass crows, dissolving into helpless laughter.

“Reflective mylar.”

It had crinkled to the point of distraction and been murderously hot to wear. Well, for the parts of him that were covered, anyway.

“Your tits are hanging out,” Pendergrass cries, actual tears forming. “Damn, Alenko, you were in your prime.”

“I’m still in my prime,” he protests.  

Aslany sniggers into the arm rest. Beaudoin’s face does a series of acrobatics trying to remain neutral while processing the sight of a twenty-year old Kaidan wearing a reflective mylar jumpsuit with the chest cut out.

Shepard, though, just openly stares.

“How, um.” Shepard stops, gathers his thoughts with a bewildered shake of his head, and finally tears his gaze away to look at the present incarnation of Kaidan Alenko. Who isn’t wearing a playboy mylar jumpsuit. “How did you wind up in this movie, exactly?”

Kaidan fights back some thoughts over the way Shepard just stared at his bare chest – sure, it was a digital version of it from ten years ago, but it was his chest – and clears his throat. “I did OCS in Mumbai and squeaked in some university credits while I was there. I, uh, accidentally wound up friends with a group of film students after my roommate dragged me to a party.”

“What, and you just said, ‘hey, sure, I’ll prance around half-naked in your shitty space movie?’” Aslany asks with a snort.

“No,” Kaidan replies, attempting to remain diplomatic. “A buddy of mine had a thing for the script writer. Or was she a producer? Hell, I can’t remember. She did a lot of things on that movie. He forced me to go to auditions with him as a wingman.”

“And?” Aslany prods.

Kaidan sighs. “She gave the part to me, not him.”

“Part?” Shepard exclaims. “You had a part? You weren’t just an extra?”

“One line. Just one line. That…she rewrote. After I got cast. Because, uh. Turns out she wasn’t into my buddy.”

Beaudoin once again fails to sip his beer without choking.

“She was into you,” Pendergrass yells. “She put you in a metallic sex jumpsuit because you were hot as fuck.”

“I’m sorry,” Kaidan says, in exasperation, “Why do we keep using the past tense about my appearance?”

“I’m just saying. Bet people wanted to climb you like a tree.”

This time Beaudoin manages to swallow his beer by downing half the bottle.

Aslany jabs at the holo controls. “Wait, so what’s the line?”

“Yeah,” Shepard says, an almost captivated look on his face. His eyes dart briefly back to the holo. “What’s your line?”  

Kaidan sighs in defeat and gestures to Aslany. “Go on. Play it.”

On the screen, a group of ‘teenagers’ – not a single one younger than twenty, Kaidan recalls – being targeted by the shapeshifters furtively discuss their plight at a table in a bar, while suspecting each other of being shapeshifters. Kaidan, credited as ‘Bartender #9’ despite being the only bartender in the movie, serves them their drinks.

“Aren’t you afraid one of us could be a shape shifter?” one of the women – the writer, who pulled double duty as one of the heroic ‘teens’ – asks him. Kaidan braces himself.

“Can’t stop my heart when I’ve already given it to someone else.”

Pendergrass howls and throws the entire bowl of popcorn, showering both couches. Aslany grabs a pillow and buries her face in it to smother her laughter. Beaudoin tries to say something and only manages a wheeze. Shepard just stares at him – both versions of him – like he’s walked into an MC Escher painting and can’t find his way back out.

“That’s your line?” Pendergrass cries. “That’s your line? What does that mean?”

Kaidan shrugs, side-eyeing Shepard.

“You even winked at her,” Aslany says in awe.

“Please tell me you get your heart stopped by a shapeshifter,” Beaudoin says.

“My fate is unknown,” Kaidan replies. “That’s my only scene. Shockingly, the royalties were not enough for me to retire on.”

Shepard rewinds and plays through it twice more, expression almost impossible to read until he turns back to Kaidan, a slow grin spreading across his face.

“This is fucking incredible.”

Kaidan’s stomach flips.

“How could you keep this from me?”

“Well, it’s not exactly a career highlight,” Kaidan replies, flush creeping up his neck. “But…you love these kinds of movies. Figured one day you might need a pick me up.” He takes a deliberate sip of his beer to avoid Shepard’s gaze.

He waits for Shepard to say something. For anyone to say something. Instead, Shepard slings an arm behind Kaidan and rests it on the back of the couch – not quite around Kaidan’s shoulders, but not not around his shoulders – and rewinds the scene to watch it again.  

“Fucking incredible,” Shepard repeats. Butterflies loose in Kaidan’s stomach.

“You’re so weird,” Pendergrass tells him with a snicker.

They watch the scene three more times, each time resulting in extended commentary on Kaidan’s outfit, before Aslany wrestles control of the holo away from Shepard and lets the movie just play. Beaudoin shakes his head the entire time. Aslany points out every gun-toting actor who’s never held a gun. Pendergrass attempts to make a drinking game out of the mylar costumes, but everyone quickly decides they don’t want to be that hung over.

Shepard just watches the movie, posture relaxed, easy grin on his face, no trace of the storm clouds. Every now and then he shifts his gaze away from the screen to look at Kaidan, and each time, Kaidan’s stomach does another somersault. By the end of it, their knees rest against each other and Shepard’s fingers brush Kaidan’s shoulder.

Yeah. It’s worth a future full of mylar jokes.

“That was terrible,” Beaudoin announces when the credits roll.

“I was rooting for the shapeshifters,” Aslany says.

“Do you think they sell mylar on Arcturus?” Pendergrass asks.

Shepard almost whacks Kaidan in the head when he retracts his arm to wrestle the remote from Aslany before she can turn it off. “Hang on, not yet.”

“It’s over,” Aslany protests. “Time for darts.”

“He wants to see Alenko’s name in the credits,” Beaudoin says with a shit-eating grin. Shepard, for his part, actually looks flustered.

“Yeah,” he admits.

“It’s no big deal,” Kaidan says, ears burning.

“Big deal to me,” Shepard says, knocking him in the shoulder. “One of our squad’s a movie star.”

“Hardly.”

Shepard ignores him and squints at the credits. Kaidan tries not to preen over the attention, which is easy when Pendergrass starts laughing again.

“Kaiden Alenko,” Aslany reads. “They spelled it wrong.”

“All the easier to keep it a secret,” Kaidan tells her. “I’m trusting the four of you with my life here.”

“Thought you were smarter than that,” Beaudoin says with a chuckle.

Pendergrass, who is now upside down on the couch with her feet in the air and her head dangling near the floor, eyes him. “So what happened with you and the writer?”

“What do you mean?” Kaidan asks.

“Did she get in your pants like she wanted?”

Beaudoin smacks her leg. She winds up sliding off the couch and onto the floor, before fumbling for some needlepoint she keeps stashed under the coffee table. Kaidan can only imagine the additions coming to the cross-stitch wall.

“Um, no,” Kaidan replies, rubbing the back of his neck, aware that Shepard is paying rapt attention. “Though, uh, I did wind up at her place.”

“Wait, but you said she didn’t get in your pants,” Aslany says, confusion on her face.

“Well, she said she wanted to talk about the movie.”

Beaudoin raises an eyebrow. “She put you in a mylar jumpsuit without a shirt, had you deliver a line about giving her your heart, and you thought she wanted to talk about the movie?”

He shrugs helplessly.

Beaudoin props his chin in a hand. “This is fascinating to me.”

“So…what happened?” Shepard says, twirling his beer in his hands and staring very intently at the remaining liquid swishing inside.

Kaidan glances at him, then shrugs again. “I left after she told me I wasn’t a good kisser.”

“I highly doubt that,” Shepard mutters under his breath, and Beaudoin chokes on his drink again.

“Well, yeah,” Aslany deadpans. “You hadn’t given her your heart.”

Pendergrass sniggers. Beaudoin offers Aslany a high five, which she accepts with a resounding smack.

Kaidan ignores all of them. Except Shepard.

“You, uh. You think I’d be a good kisser.”  

Shepard heaves to his feet. “What aren’t you good at?”

Kaidan stutters long enough on a response that Shepard is already halfway to the dart board, apparently already having left the topic behind.

Probably for the best.

Beaudoin makes a round of drinks, and each of them take turns quoting Heartstoppers when it’s their turn to throw darts. Kaidan does his best to forget about the whole thing, which is hard to do when Shepard keeps stealing glances in his direction.

“You’re off your game tonight, Alenko,” Beaudoin says with a grin.

Kaidan scowls at him before sinking a bullseye.

“Yeah, but can you do that in mylar?” Aslany asks.

This time it’s Shepard who chokes into his drink and hastily wipes his chin.

Don’t read into it, don’t read into it.

“I trusted you with this very humiliating fact about my youth, Aslany,” he says instead.

“Yeah, but you forgot you’re ours to humiliate,” Aslany reminds him. “It’s other people who try to humiliate you we’ll beat the shit out of.”  

He chuckles. Shepard’s lip curves in a smile that warms Kaidan right to his toes.

When they finally call it a night, Kaidan deviates towards the dark, quiet galley to dig some crackers out of the ‘hungry biotic’ stash he keeps stocked in a drawer. Shepard’s biotic field washes through him when he straightens. The other three are nowhere in sight.

“Hey,” Kaidan says, blinking at him curiously. “Still hungry?”

Shepard shakes his head, rocking back and forth on his toes, glancing from his feet to something behind Kaidan’s shoulder – anywhere but Kaidan himself.

“What’s wrong?” Kaidan asks, wariness flooding him.

Shepard opens his mouth, closes it again, then mutters, “Fuck it,” and closes the distance between them so fast Kaidan doesn’t register what’s happening until Shepard takes his chin in his fingers and kisses him right on the mouth.

It’s rough. Awkward, even. But it’s Shepard, kissing him like he’s going all in with every chip on the table even though he has a losing hand. His stubble catches against Kaidan’s, his lips are chapped, and he’s so tense he might snap.

Kaidan sucks in a surprised breath when Shepard lets him go, fingers still on his chin, mere inches of space between them. Shepard’s eyes are wide, like Kaidan’s not the only one trying to figure out what just happened.

“Told you,” Shepard murmurs, chest heaving like he just ran a sprint.

“Were you…” Kaidan tries to catch his breath. “Did you just kiss me to prove I’m a good kisser?”

“Yeah,” Shepard says, a panicked look coming across his face. “I think I did.”

He’s still right there. Kaidan lays a palm against Shepard’s chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his uniform.

“So, um. It was good,” Kaidan manages.

“Yeah,” Shepard breathes. “Thought it would be.”

“Kiss me again,” Kaidan whispers, trembling.

Shepard strokes his chin with his thumb, like he’s parsing each word and making sure they mean what he thinks they mean. Then he just nods, and leans in again.

Not rough, this time. This time it’s gentle. Slow. Soft. Filled with anticipation, maybe even hope. Kaidan wraps an arm around his neck, drawing him in until they’re flush against each other, Shepard’s biotic field like silk under his skin.

“Oh,” Shepard says when they part again. “I, uh. I think I’ve wanted to do that for a while now.”

Kaidan can’t speak. Even if he could think of what to say, it wouldn’t be the right thing. The only thing he can think of is kissing him again, so that’s what he does.

This time it’s messy, filled with want, and Shepard gives back every bit as good as Kaidan gives.

It’s really good. Good enough Kaidan winds up with his back against the bulkhead and Shepard fingers twined in his hair, a soft gasp against his lips.

When they come up for air, Shepard’s hand rests on Kaidan’s hip, and his eyes sweep Kaidan’s chest before lingering on his mouth again.

“I, uh.”

“We cannot tell anyone this happened after you saw me in a B-movie wearing reflective mylar.”

Shepard leans his forehead against Kaidan as laughter spills out. The hand on Kaidan’s hip circles his waist and traps him close.

As if Kaidan had plans to go anywhere.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. Should keep that to ourselves.” Shepard trails up and down Kaidan’s chest with his fingers, lip between his teeth in a way that makes stripping his shirt right there in the galley a very logical course of action.

A slow smile spreads across Kaidan’s face.

“Are you…imagining me in mylar right now?”

A fiery blush lights up Shepard’s cheeks. It’s beautiful. “No.”

“You’re lying,” Kaidan says, with mock indignation “Wow, not even five minutes after you kiss me for the first time and you’re already lying to me. Can feel my heart stopping already.”

Shepard snickers, burying his nose against Kaidan’s neck. “Do I get any credit for trying really hard not to be thinking of you in a mylar jumpsuit?”

“Definitely not.”

“Come on.”

Kaidan chuckles, brushing his knuckles against Shepard’s cheek. “All this time, and it turns out all I needed to do was show you the most mortifying moment from my past.”

“I really love B-movies, Kaidan,” Shepard protests.

Kaidan swallows the rest of his defense in another kiss.

“You’re really good at that,” Shepard says when they catch their breath again. “That woman is out of her mind. Really glad she didn’t shapeshift and stop your heart.”

Kaidan walks fingers up Shepard’s chest, doing his best attempt at seductive. “Can’t stop my heart if I’ve given it to someone else.”

Shepard stares at him. Now it’s Kaidan’s turn to blush.

“Shit, did I ruin it?”

“Nope,” Shepard says with a very adamant, almost embarrassed shake of his head. “Uh, quite the opposite. But we should probably continue this…not in the galley.” He takes Kaidan’s hand, their fingers lacing effortlessly together like it’s something they’ve done their entire lives.

“Heartstoppers from Beyond the Veil,” Shepard mutters as they head hand-in-hand towards his cabin. “Can’t even believe it. What do you even think happened to your character, anyway?”

Kaidan eyes the door to Shepard’s cabin as it slides open and takes a deep breath. “I’ve got a few ideas. Want to find out?”  

“Yeah,” Shepard says, breathless. “I do.”

The door swishes shut.

…and then they fucked.