#Kevin Moon one shot

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I Love It When You Talk Dirty - Kevin Moon

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Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “Are you sure? Once we start, i might not be able to stop.“ + “I love it when you talk dirty.”

Warnings: Warnings: Smut, explicit language, reader’s first time, Kevin being all about consent, nipple stimulation, slow buildup, nudism, dirty talking, fingering, oral(female receiving), protected sex, aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You and Kevin were relatively new to your relationship, but not that new, it's only been six months today, and you were with him to celebrate it, you had made plans to stay over at his for the night, and you were feeling at ease, many people always felt nervous when they would stay over at their boyfriend’s place for the first time, but not you, you felt safe with him, and you had no reason to be nervous. You were currently on the couch, a blanket over you both and a movie playing on the television when you turned to him, he quickly picks up that you had shifted and turned to look at you.

“Are you okay?” He asks, you nod your head, giving him a soft smile. “Should we find something else to watch?” He was always making sure you were comfortable, and that was what you loved so much about him.

“No, no… I actually want to tell you something,” You say. He nods his head before grabbing the television remote and pausing the movie before turning his full attention on you, ready to hear what you wanted to tell him. “I want to take the next step with you,” You watch his eyes widen, he hadn’t expected those words from you. “I’m ready to take that next step with you.”

“A-are you sure?” He asks, needing to be sure that you were absolutely sure you wanted to. “Because if you’re feeling pressured because someone said something, I totally don’t mind waiting longer, I don’t, I want you to be sure about your decision,” You quickly reach up and press your index finger against his lips, making him quiet down.

“I am completely sure, one hundred percent sure,” You say without hesitation. He tosses the remote onto the single couch before he reaches for your cheek, pulling you closer as he leans in at the same time, your eyes shut as your lips make contact with one another’s, his other hand moves to your knee to gently pull you more onto the couch and closer to him. His lips felt soft and warm against yours, and his scent immediately invaded your senses. You lift your hand and place it on the side of his neck before slowly moving it to the back of his neck and sliding your fingers into his hair.

His hand slowly moves away from your cheek, and you feel it barely touch your breast as he moves it down to the hem of your shirt before slipping underneath the fabric and slowly sliding upwards, pausing just before he touches your breast, you grab his wrist with your other hand and push his hand against your breast, letting him know that you wanted him to touch you there. His fingers immediately press into the flesh, and you feel the palm of his hand rubbing against your nipple.

“Fuck…” He breathes out as he pulls away from the kiss. Your lips felt swollen from the kiss, and you already felt your body heating up. “Is this okay?” His hand was gently rubbing over your nipple while his fingers were kneading into your boob.

“Hmm, more than okay,” You say. He nods his head and lets his eyes drop to where his hand was, you reach for the hem of your shirt, releasing the back of his neck as you do, and pull your shirt over your head, dropping it to the floor, you watch as he licks his lips before he takes in a deep breath, you had already changed into your pyjamas and had no bra on, your upper body was now completely bare for him to look at.

“Just let me know…” He begins before he trails off, his words completely disappearing as he hears your breathing slowly deepening. He lifts his other hand away from your knee and places it on your ribs, gently rubbing along your ribs before he cups your other boob, his thumb swipes over your nipple and watches as the bud slowly hardens.

“I will,” You breathe out. You place your hand on his knee and slowly slide your hand up and pause once your hand had made its way into the pant leg of his shorts and rested on his inner thigh.

“I feel like you’re a little eager to touch me,” He says. He pulls his hand away from your boob and slides it down your side, making sure to keep touching you as much as possible. “Me too, I’m very eager to touch all of you,” You could feel your insides doing a flip at his words and your pussy becoming wet. You squeeze his thigh before pulling your hand away and reaching for the hem of his shirt, he lifts his hands and lets you remove his shirt.

“Don’t hold back, Kev…” You say. ��Whatever you want to touch, please… touch it,” He nods his head, and moves his hand to your knee, this time sliding it upwards before he pauses once his hand reaches the inside of your thigh, only inches away from your pussy. “Kev…”

“Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop,” He says. You place a hand on his biceps and gently squeeze it reassuringly.

“I’m more than sure, Kev,” You say. “Like I said earlier, one hundred percent sure, I want this… I want you,” He pulls his hand away, and you watch as he stands from the couch.

“Then we’re doing this on a bed, not here on the couch,” He says, he takes your hand from his biceps and pulls you to your feet, he pulls you against his body, his side touches your side as his arm wraps around your shoulder, bringing your hand he was holding up.

“Hmm,” You moan as his warm skin immediately makes contact with you. He guides you out of the living room and down the short hall to his bedroom. Once you reach the bedroom, he turns you fully to him and pulls you flush against him, he releases your hand and moves his to your hips as he slowly backs you up towards the bed. He stares down at you with adoration as he does.

“You’re going to feel so good, I’ll make sure of that,” He says as he dips his hands into your pyjama shorts, and slide his hands over the front of your thighs before slowly moving them inwards towards your pussy. “I’m going to make you cum on my fingers first, and make sure a mess on them before I’m going to make you cum on my cock,” You feel your pussy twitch and a fire being ignited inside you at his words. “The bed’s going to be such a mess when we finish,” The back of your knees hit the bed, and you sit down on it immediately and stare up at him. “You see that…” You slowly lower your gaze and came face-to-face with a bulge in his shorts, making you swallow and squeeze your legs together. “That’s because of you.”

“I…” You whimper out, and feel your pussy getting wetter at the sight. You lift your hands and grab onto his shorts, he watches as you carefully push his shorts down, the outline of his cock through his underwear only making you lick your lips. “I want to lick it…” You feel his hand touching the top of your head before his fingers slowly slide through your locks.

“You want to lick it?” He asks in such an innocent tone, you lift your gaze and look up at him. “Fuck…” The innocent look in your eyes as you stared up at him. “Such a dirty little girl,” And as much as he wanted you to lick him, suck him off. “You can do it another time,” Tonight was about making your first time as memorable and as comfortable as possible. “It’s all about making you and,” He pushes his knee between your legs to push them apart before he cups your pussy through your pyjama shorts. “This pussy feel good,” Your hips buck against his hand, the touch felt foreign to you, even though you’ve touched yourself, feeling someone else’s hand there was a whole other experience. “Gonna make it drip for me before I fuck  you.”

“Fuck… I love it when you talk dirty,” You say. You feel his hand rubbing up and down your clothed pussy, making you feel how wet you’ve grown as your juices move between your folds. “Kev…” You keep eye contact with him as he begins to sink down to his knees in front of you, his gaze becoming more intense the lower he went.

“Let me taste you,” He whispers. You feel your insides doing another flip as you feel your pussy twitch, you nod your head and lift your hips from the bed, he pulls his hand away from your clothed pussy and wraps both his hands around the elastic of your shorts and panties before pulling them down, you lower your hips back onto the bed and lift your feet to let them completely remove everything. You were now completely bare in front of him, for him. “Fuck… you’re just… wow,” He places his hands on top of your knees and slowly slides his hands over the top of your thighs before they dip to the inside, he pushes your legs apart, and you watch as he moves his head closer to your pussy.

You suck in a deep breath as your stomach muscles pull together, causing you to suck in your stomach, you could feel his hair tickling the inside of your thigh as he was moving closer, his hot breath right on your skin and getting closer to your pussy, it felt like time had slow down for a moment as he was inching closer to you, you could feel your skin heating up more and sweat starting to build on the surface of it. You unconsciously open your legs more for him, and he could see your glistening wetness in all its full glory, your hand goes to the back of his head, and you hold onto his hair.

“Kev…” You whisper and your back arches as his lips make contact with your pussy. He takes one of your folds between his lips and sucks on it, you close your eyes as the sensation quickly begins to run through your veins, his hands were on the inside of your thighs, holding onto you as he sucked on your pussy lip. “Oh, oh, Kev, fuck…” Your mind was spinning with the pleasure you were feeling, and you could feel a knot building inside you. “Hmm, my…” He releases your fold before taking the other one between his lips and sucking on it, you could feel yourself growing wetter with what he was doing. “Shit, Kev, I…”

“Hmm, you taste so good,” He mutters once he releases your fold. “I need a little more,” You feel his nose move between your folds before you felt his mouth brush against your clit, your hips buck, and you push your pussy right against his face, your fly open and widening at what you had just done, his hands grip your thighs in a tighter hold before you felt yourself being pushed to lay back on the bed while your legs were placed over his shoulders and his arms wrapping around your thighs and his hands moving right back to where they were only moments ago.

“Shit, I…” You breathe out, feeling as if your insides were twisting into one big knot. His lips wrap around your clit, and you feel him suck on the nub, your toes curl as an indescribable sensation goes through your body. “KEVIN!” One of his hands slide to your pussy, his fingers move over the crease of your thighs before you felt a digit poking at your slit. “OH, OH, KEV!” He slowly pushes the digit inside you, making you feel a light stretch as he does. “Ohmyfucking,” Your other hand grips the bedding, twisting the fabric between your fingers, you had never once experienced something like this when you touched yourself, fuck, it was like he knew what he had to do to get you to lose your mind. You lift your legs and place your feet down against his back and dig your toes into his skin as you curl them. “KEEEVV!”

“Oh my fucking fuck,” You moan out as a second digit slips into you, stretching your walls a little more and making you feel it, his fingers were slowly sliding in and out of you, making sure to lube them with your juices as he stretches your walls, while his mouth was attached to your clit as he sucks on the nub, you tug on his hair as you feel his fingers speeding up, the tightness you felt in your walls slowly disappearing the more he moved his fingers. “Fucking, KEV!” You could feel the sheets starting to stick to your skin as your skin was becoming soaked with sweat. “One more, please, fuck, please…” Your back arches as you feel a third digit slowly being pushed into you, and your jaw drops as you feel your walls being stretched even more.

“Fuck, Kev, I… FUCK!” You moan, his movements were slow as he lets you adjust to his fingers every few seconds before they were completely buried inside you, your chest heaves as you breathe in heavily, there was a burning sensation in your walls from the stretch, and you weren’t sure if it felt good or if you hated the feeling of it. “Kev…” He releases your clit and lifts his head to look at you, wanting to be sure that you were whining out of pleasure and not because of discomfort.

“Are you still okay?” He asks. “Do you need me to stop?” You shake your head rapidly, that was the last thing you wanted him to do.

“No, no… keep going, please, don’t stop, keep going,” You say, almost pleading with him to continue. “It just feels a little…”

“Uncomfortable?” He asks, you slowly nod your head. “Let me know if it doesn’t go away,” You nod your head again and feel his fingers move inside you as he spreads them inside you. “I just gotta stretch you out and warm you up properly.”

“OH, oh, my fucking…” You moan and squeeze your eyes tighter together. His fingers quickly move back together inside you before he pulls them out halfway and pushes them back in. “OH, OH…” The burning feeling slowly begins to disappear, and he could see your body relaxing into the pleasure.

“I know I said I was going to have you make a mess on my fingers… but you just taste so good,” He says. Your walls clench around his fingers and his head quickly disappears between your legs again, not that you had seen it happen, you just felt it. “So I’m gonna make you cum while using my mouth and fingers,” His tongue presses against your clit, and he licks a slow stripe over the bud while his fingers curl inside you.

“KEVIN, OH MY GOSH!” You scream, pleasure had completely taken control of your body, that was all that you felt, and all he wanted you to feel at this moment as well. “KEVVIIINNN!” You could feel a tingling sensation going up your legs and add to the tension building inside you, your mind was spinning, and you could see stars starting to appear behind your lids. “KEV, I’M GONNA…” You feel his tongue lick another stripe along your clit before his mouth wraps around you, his fingers were curling and uncurling inside you, and you could feel yourself getting closer. “KEEVVVIIINNN!” The tension snaps inside you, and you come undone around his fingers, you hear the sound of your wetness squelching as he begins to pump his fingers in and out of you to ease you through your first high of the night.

Stars fly past your lids and for a moment it felt like your body was floating in the clouds, you pull at the bedding as your muscles twitch and pull, the feeling you felt was so blissful, and you almost didn’t want it to end. Kevin pays attention to your body movements and waits until you let go of his hair and your legs stop shaking and your toes to uncurl against his back before pulls his fingers from you and releases your clit, he gently lifts your legs to lift them off his shoulders to get up from the ground. He takes a moment to admire your body as you take a moment to catch your breath and come back to your senses after your high. Sweat was coating your skin, and you were breathing hard, and he swore that you were glowing after what you had just experienced.

“Fuck… I need to be inside you now…” He mutters before walking around the bed and towards his bedside table, he pulls the drawer open and takes out a pack of condoms and takes out a package before dropping the pack back into his drawer and shutting it. He pushes his underwear down and wraps his hand around his length and slowly palms himself, you open your eyes and turn your head to his direction and watch as he pumps his length, you release the covers.

“Fuck… I want to do that next time,” You mutter. His eyes shoot to your face immediately, and you watch as he bites his bottom lip before looking down at himself, sweat already coated his skin, and it glistened in the light.

“Fuck it, I’m ready,” He mutters and tears the packet open, you watch as he places the rubber over his cock and slowly rolls it over the length of his cock, you lick your lips as you watch him make sure it was securely around him.

“Can you get a towel too…?” You ask. He nods his head, and you watch him almost run into the bathroom to retrieve one, you had already made a mess at the end of the bed, but you didn’t want to make a bigger mess in the place you had to sleep on later. He returns with a fluffy town in hand, and you sit upright, and he throws it over the bed, you move yourself on top of the towel before you lay down, he climbs onto the bed and settles on his knees between your legs.

“Bend your legs for me,” He says. You do as he says and press your heels into the mattress, you watch as he licks his lips and notices his chin was glistening with your arousal, he watches as your pussy twitches and lifts his head to look at you. “Eager?”

“I… your chin,” You manage to get out. He brings his hand to his mouth and slowly swipes his thumb along his chin, realisation washes over his face, and you watch him push his thumb into his mouth and lick it clean.

“Hmm… so good,” He mutters once he pulled his thumb from his mouth. “Let me know if I should stop, okay?” You nod your head and watch as he takes hold of his cock, your legs jolt as you feel him push the head of his cock against your clit before slowly sliding it down to your slit. You bite your bottom lip and feel the tip being pushed into you, he releases his cock and immediately looks up at you, watching you closely as he slowly pushes himself inside you. It felt slightly uncomfortable as he was pushing into you, stretching your walls and filling you, but nothing else. “Are you okay?”

“Hmm, hmm,” You hum and release your lip as you take in a deep breath. “All okay,” Your walls clench around him, making him pause for a moment before pushing further into you until he bottoms out.

“Still okay?” He asks, looking for a sign that you were in pain, or a sign of discomfort. “Does anything hurt?” You shake your head and reach out to touch him.

“Nothing hurts,” You say. “It feels… funny,” He chuckles and leans over you, your hand immediately moving to the back of his head and curls your fingers into his hair.

“Funny?” He asks. “Funny how?” He felt relieved that he wasn’t hurting you and that he had done a good job of making you wet enough and stretching you enough for his cock.

“Like… not used to feeling something that big inside me,” You say. He chuckles again before lowering his head down to almost touch your lips.

“If that’s all you’re feeling…” He begins. “Then let me make you feel something else,” He lifts his hips, and you feel his cock sliding out of you, your other hand grabs onto his biceps, and you dig your fingers into his skin.

“Ohh, oh, my fucking…” You moan and close your eyes, his lips press against yours as he swallows your moan. He pauses once his cock was halfway out before pushing slowly back into you. “Hmm,” Fuck, everything felt so damn hot, and your mind was spinning so much from the pleasure, his movements were slow at first before his pace slowly picked up, and he was going at a slow-sensual pace, making you feel the right amount of pleasure and giving himself the right amount of pleasure.

“Hmm, fuck, so good…” He groans once he pulls back from the kiss. “You feel so good around me, squeezing me just right,” He could feel his own mind spinning at how warm and wet your walls were. “Fuck…” The sound of your wetness fills the air, it sounded so sinful yet the feeling going through you felt more than right.

“Kev… oh, my…” You moan, you wrap your legs around his waist, hooking ankles together behind his back, causing his cock to push in a little deeper than before, you could feel your eyes roll to the back of your head before your lids shut at the pleasure. “Ohh,” The sound of your moans mixed in with his grunts and groans created a beautiful melody that bounced off the four walls of the room.

“Hmm… fuck,” He grunts as he feels your walls pulsing around his cock, you were getting closer to your second high. He slides one hand between your bodies, and you feel his hand rest on your mound before his fingers found your clit, your muscles tighten as you feel the pads of his fingers touch your clit and rub slow circles over the nub.

“OH, ohhh, Kev… I… mmh,” You moan and feel a tingling sensation going up your spine. “Kevin, I…” Your mind falls blank, and you feel the tension in your lower abdomen becoming bigger before it comes undone. “KEVIN!” Your body shakes with pleasure and your toes curl as you go through your high, his hips begin to move a little faster as he feels your walls milking his cock for an orgasm as you were going through your own. “RIGHT THERE!” Your back arches as you feel the tip of his cock brush against your sweet spot. “KEEVVVVIIIIIINNNNN!” Your grip on his hair tightens, as well as your grip on his biceps. “OH, FUCK!”

“Fuck… Fuck,” He grunts out, feeling your walls squeezing him harder as you reach the peak of your high. “Fuck, Y/n, fuck,” He could feel a heartbeat starting to form in the head of his cock, he was close, and his pleasure had taken control of his body and chased after his high. “Y/n… fuck,” He closes his eyes as his hips stutter, his finger continues to stroke over your clit as he gets you through your high while he was trying to reach his own. “FUCK!” His body shakes before he felt relief wash over him and his release hits him, hot ropes of cum fill the condom and low grunts fall from him as he tries to keep rocking his hips into yours.

“FUCK, KEV!” You scream as you feel his body shake on top of yours. “Oh, my fucking gosh…” You slowly come down from your high and release the tight hold you had on his biceps and his hair and let your hands drop to the bed, his hips stills against yours, and he pulls his fingers away from your clit, he presses his hand into the mattress to keep his weight off you as he takes a moment to gather his thoughts.

The air slowly begins to cool down and the colder air nips at your wet skin, but you didn’t care, you had just had sex with Kevin for the first time, made love for the first time, and you didn’t have one ounce of regret inside your body, you felt content with him on top of you like this. You were his and he was yours.

“How do you feel now?” He asks as he slowly rolls off you and lays down next to you, his arm wraps around you and pulls you into his side.

“So good…” You whisper. “Extremely good,” He nods his head, and you feel his finger tracing light soft patterns over your skin. “And you?” He smiles as he looks at your face.

“More than good,” He whispers. “So good,” You feel a smile form on your lips. “I love you so much, Y/n… so much,” You lean into his warmth.

“I love you too, Kev… if I didn’t, then I wouldn’t have done this with you,” You say. He softly hums and moves his fingers higher.

“Now… let me go run us a bath so that I can clean you,” He says and slowly sits up, you could feel how heavy your body was and let out a whine. “What?” He asks with a light chuckle in his tone.

“Just bring a cloth…” You mutter, he pokes your thigh, making you turn onto your side. You watch as he takes the condom off and ties a knot at the end of it.

“No, this isn’t how your first time is going to end, you’re getting a proper after care,” He says and stood from the bed. “And I’m not taking no as an answer to that,” He tosses the used condom into the trash before making his way into the bathroom, leaving you smiling on the bed as he went to prepare the bath for you. How lucky were you to have ended up with him?

[star-bursts-industries]

Brian currently consumed by SMAU thoughts. There’s so much potential.

Andrew and Neil are NEVER online. They have accounts because they have too, but there’s only like….5 photos on their pages combined. And it’s like press photos. They post like Harry Styles ok. Once in a blue moon and you have no idea if it’s them or the press team (it’s definitely the press team).

Allison is purposely chaotic, the ultimate f you to her family. She stirs shit up just because she can.

Dan and Renee are properly trained little media girlies. Pretty photos and pretty tame, Dan sometimes gets out of hand if provoked but it’s never anything to crazy.

Seth is banned from having access to his accounts like once a month for posting offensive shit simply because he doesn’t know how NOT to be an asshole.

Matt is a FUCKING comedian. He also professionally shit posts. Movie critics, exy stats and ultimate professional trash talk.

Kevin is basically a professional exy account, the only thing on his account is exy and he’s like the least controversial because all he does is talk about exy. Sometimes he gets a little harsh with his criticism.

Nicky is one of those accounts everyone sees but no one really follows you know? He’s funny but in a wtf way? Bro is all jokes, thats IT. He also faces near monthly expulsion from his accounts but for inappropriate behavior in the public sphere.

Aaron funnily enough has the most followers out of all of them, even Kevin. Aaron’s account is basically faceless and he just posts candid shots of his life. Like look at my ice coffee, watch me study, here’s a time laps of me cleaning my dorm. Aaron is followed by a lot of people even people who don’t care about exy for the soul purpose of he somehow became one of those accounts that just gives people motivation. Funnily enough he did it by complete accident, he started posting photos for the soul purpose of keeping in touch with the friends he wasn’t supposed to have because Andrew. It exploded without him meaning too.

Even funnier? The other foxes have NO IDEA. Aarons internet handle is something dumb and not at all related to his name. So they all think Aaron is using the fact he’s the least problematic child to get out of media duty, and since Aaron doesn’t post his face online they don’t realize those photos that always go viral across the PSU campus are Aaron.

Wymack knows. Wymack has decided this is INFACT above his pay grade ( he also thinks its both funny and good for Aaron, since Aaron is usually the fox that gets looked over)

Aaron doesn’t pay that much attention to the numbers his posts make either. Bro really just likes pulling one on the other foxes.

Also study with me posts help keep him accountable for how he spends his own time.

[juyeonszn]

PARTY O’CLOCK

PAIRING choi chanhee x f!reader

WORD COUNT 5.39k

GENRES fluff ﹒smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, tau beta zeta frat treasurer!chanhee, reader is a stereotypical party girl, she’s also an astronomy major, mentions of alcohol, i’m pretty sure everyone makes a cameo at some point, kevin moon playing matchmaker, we escalate a little fast so, intense making out, marking, vaginal fingering, brat tamer!chanhee, dom!chanhee, lowkey pussy job for like 1 second, nipple play? kinda?, unprotected sex, wall sex, missionary, multiple orgasms, creampie (yk… the usual), overstimulation

SUMMARY in spite of being a frat boy himself, chanhee could never actually see himself enjoying the luxuries of the title. besides, how could he with all the responsibilities of being treasurer? enter you and your carefree spirit and chanhee’s got a real big problem on his hands.

MORE … don’t yell at me PLEASE. i know this is 2 days overdue. I KNOW I KNOW. i’ve been so busy these past couple days and my time management is ass we already know this. BUT IM HERE AND SHES FINISHED AND ITS CHRISTMAS EVE SO??? 🙏🙏😍 anyways. i hope u guys enjoy i had a fun time writing this. i’m a firm believer in dom chanhee 😋 if u liked this pls don’t forget to reblog!

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“Who’s that?”

The question comes out before you can even stop it, eyes focused on a guy sitting on one of the couches in the living room, complete disinterest all over his face. He’s pretty. Prettier than any guy you’ve ever seen. But he also looks like he’d rather be anywhere else than at this party.

“Who?” Your friend Heejin asks, following your gaze.

She finds out pretty quickly, especially because of how intense your stare is. She racks her brain for his name, sure it’s somewhere in her catalog of the student body. Heejin was the kind of person who knew everyone even if she didn’t exactly know them personally. She was both sociable and obsessed with gossip, sticking her nose in the business of those around her.

“Ah! That’s Choi Chanhee,” she nods, index finger tapping her chin. “He’s the Tau Beta Zeta treasurer actually. That’s probably why he looks like he wants to kill himself. Dude doesn’t really want to be here, but fraternity brothers are required to attend every party.”

She’s right, it appears, when you see some of the members you do recognize make their way over to bother him. He definitely does not look like the fraternity type, but you guess it also makes sense in a way. Maybe he needed an extracurricular or something that would be nice on his resume.

It’s hard for you to enjoy yourself for the rest of the night, too concentrated on the treasurer who’s lips stay pressed into a frown the entire time. You try to take shots with Heejin, but your eyes gravitate back to the sofa. Ji Changmin and his girlfriend even convinced the two of you to play them in beer pong. (Worst mistake you’ve ever made. You sucked at beer pong.) You finally draw the line at a game of Rage Cage, when you strategically get placed between Lee Juyeon and Heejin, arguably the best drinkers at the function.

Everyone laughs at you when you take a step back and recall your decision to join. And just as you suspected, you end up back in the living room, right where you wanted. Chanhee hasn’t moved from his spot, occasionally taking sips of whatever he’s drinking and scrolling through his phone.

You remember when that was Jacob Bae’s thing to do, and then he went and got himself a girlfriend. Perhaps that’s what Chanhee needed to do. A girlfriend was a little bit of a stretch, but someone to help him loosen up at these things was plausible. Girls weren’t even trying to hit on him left and right like they usually did with the Tau Beta Zeta boys, which was even more surprising considering most of them had their own partners now. Desperation was an ugly look on the university female, you know.

Which is exactly why you don’t make any moves that night.

Initially, you think you’ll wait a week. You happen to see him on campus a few times. The first time is in the library studying with some headphones on, in his element. The second time is in the cafe on campus, again, doing coursework with the intention of being left alone. Then it’s when you’re leaving your Fundamentals of Astronomy lecture, walking to one of his own classes. In your head, you’re being tested, like a dog with a bone being dangled in front of its face. It’s tortuous, wanting to go up to him and introduce yourself, but you don’t do it.

Heejin “drags” you to another TBZ party the following Friday and you put extra effort into your outfit. You walk in with the hopes to sweep him off of his feet, strutting into the fraternity house with a confidence that throws you off. Just when you’re getting ready to walk up to him, Kim Sunwoo intercepts and you backtrack. That ruins any of the lingering self-assurance in your system. So you push things back another week.

The next time you plan on striking, you and Heejin had said you’d meet at the party since she had something to do prior. You arrive at around 11 PM, prepared to shoot your shot and score. The kitchen is the first place you go, concocting yourself a drink that doesn’t get you trashed, but provides enough liquid courage. Then Heejin texts that her project partners wanted to grab food and she wasn’t going to make it. The thought of being alone without moral support effectively kills your mood, so you only stay for another hour or so before leaving.

It’s annoying, really. Every single time you attempt to set your plan into motion, something has to interrupt and mess things up for you.

This is your dilemma for roughly every weekend for a whole month. By the time you know it, it’s midterm season and you’re too stressed out over exams to think about Choi Chanhee. Divine intervention was a crazy concept, so maybe it was a blessing in disguise. Maybe this was your sign to just call it quits and give up on your weird fantasy of being the girl who charmed him.

“Do you wanna go to the TBZ party Saturday? We can celebrate finishing these stupid fucking exams and just relax for another couple months before we have to worry about finals.” Heejin asks through a mouthful of instant ramyeon. You sigh.

“Sure, whatever.” Your lips purse, pushing around your own food. She raises an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side in confusion.

“What the hell happened to you? You were jumping for joy when it came to going to them all semester, but now that I want to get shitfaced, you don’t seem all that excited.” She puts her chopsticks down, narrowing her eyes at you from across the table. You shrug.

“I don’t know,” you rest your cheek on your palm, huffing. “I guess I’m not really in the party mood anymore.”

“Bullshit,” she scoffs. “You’re the girl everyone thinks of when they talk about the typical university party girl. There must be a reason you’re suddenly Miss Debbie Downer.”

You could just tell her the truth, tell her about your delusions and the need to be different. As your roommate and best friend, she wasn’t at liberty to judge you. But this was so unlike you, so you knew she would anyway. It was out of character for you to be this enthralled by a man, let alone a stranger you’ve never spoken a word to. In fact it’s even thrown you for a loop, this mental break giving you clarity about your recent actions.

“That time I asked you who Choi Chanhee was,” you start after some silence. “I thought about going up to him and finding out why he’s so uptight. I sorta wanted to be in a ‘not like other girls’ situation. But whenever I wanted to swoop in, something always interfered. And now I’m just over it.”

“Y/N. You cannot be serious,” Heejin gawks at you like you’ve grown a second head. “Chanhee’s very picky about the girls he talks to. I could probably name on a hand the ones who’ve successfully snuck their way into his pants. He has specific taste, too; pretty ones who know when to shut their mouths.”

Your jaw drops, because what the fuck? He’s not a raging virgin with that personality? No wonder there wasn’t a line of single ladies attempting to land in his bed. They all knew they didn’t stand a chance. It kind of encourages you to resume your mission. You were never one to back down from a challenge.

“In that case…” A mischievous glint sparkles in your eye.

“Good god,” she rolls her own. “I’m warning you now, I highly doubt this will end in your favor.”

“You know me, Heejin. I never take no for an answer.”

It’s the day before the party and you’re walking out of your last midterm exam, a new light in your eyes now that you’re somewhat free. You step into the quad with your arms stretched above your head, a yawn pushing through your lips. You were long overdue for a good nap.

“Y/N!”

You whip around to find Kevin Moon from your Music Appreciation class stalking towards you. Part of you wants to pretend you’d never heard him and keep walking, drained of energy after that Intro to Astrophysics exam you’d just taken. Your brain felt like mush at this point. But you were kind, and you would’ve just felt bad about ignoring him anyways.

Kevin catches up to you rather quickly, hands hidden inside of his hoodie pockets. He lets out a sigh, both of you watching the puff of air that forms in front of him. “You’re going to the party tomorrow right?”

“I am…” You furrow your eyebrows, narrowing your eyes skeptically just a bit. “Why?”

“I have a huge favor to ask you.” He clasps his hands together, as if he wasn’t above begging on his hands and knees. You’re confused even further, because what could Kevin Moon possibly want from you?

“Okay… What is it?” The suspicion in your tone is so strong, that there’s no doubt he hasn’t noticed it by now. He holds the heel of his palm to his forehead.

“So, I was supposed to go with my friend Chanhee to try out that new outer space themed coffee place just outside of campus later today, but I got put on alcohol duty and I won’t be able to. I know you’re an Astronomy major so I figured that was something you’d like. Do you think you could go in my place?” He bats his eyelashes at you, like doing puppy dog eyes will convince you. You stare at him blankly. He wants you to do what?!

Meeting Choi Chanhee before the party tomorrow was not in your itinerary. Usually you were decent at adapting to changes in your plans, but this? This was more than just something minor that you could acclimate to. You had to psych yourself for hours in order to execute something of this caliber. Was Kevin Moon trying to send you into cardiac arrest?

“W-Wh— I mean— well—” You fumble over your words— something you never do— and Kevin breaks into a wide grin. You’re not sure if the blush across your face is from the cold weather nipping at it, or the thought of being put between a rock and a hard place.

“Perfect! I owe you one! Meet him in like an hour.” He pats your back like you’re one of the homies, not giving you any room for refutation. You actually feel like throwing up. How were you supposed to just show up without qualms?

Did he really expect you to just do this out of the goodness of your heart? No complaints stacked up to be hurled in his direction? You’d known Kevin Moon since freshman year orientation, but you didn’t think you were close enough for him to throw his dirty work at you. You can’t help but stand there dumbly as he walks away, a pep in his step that nearly has tick marks forming on your temple.

Okay, you know what? This is fine. This was totally fine. All you had to do was sip on some coffee, make some small talk, and then you could be on your way. It wasn’t that hard… was it?

You could throw on an act, pretend like you were one of those pretty girls who knew when to shut their mouths just like Heejin said he was into. You could give him a false glimpse into who you were and he wouldn’t know what you were really thinking of doing. The you of tomorrow would be a complete 180° turn around from the you of today, and Choi Chanhee would be the one groveling at your feet.

As soon as you walk into the cafe, your throat feels narrow, like it was closing in on you. You’re not sure why you’re so nervous. It’s not like Chanhee knew you. He couldn’t possibly be aware of your existence, much less of your little fascination with him.

You see him sitting at a table for two, the straw of his drink trapped between his lips. He sips leisurely as he scrolls through his phone, likely waiting on Kevin since you’re sure he left his friend in the dark. You pick at a thread on your sweater as you stop in front of him, raising your hand in an awkward wave. Chanhee glances up, confusion in his features at first and then it morphs into something else.

A laugh has to be held back when he chokes on his drink, slapping a hand over his mouth. He stands up quickly, wiping his palms on his pants.

“Hi,” your voice is small, so far off from your usual boldness. “I’m Y/N. Kevin sent me.”

“Fucking Kevin,” he curses underneath his breath, forcing a smile. “Um, please sit.”

You take the seat across from him, eyes flickering around the coffee shop to absorb your surroundings. It’s pretty, the stars and planets painted all over the walls and ceilings. Even the drinks had celestial themed names. Your friend was right, you would love it here. It was right up your alley.

“I— uh— Kevin had texted me and told me what to order for him, but I’m assuming he meant for you, because he never told me you were uh— that you were coming.” He scratches the back of his neck as a server leaves a drink in front of you.

“He stopped me in the quad after my midterm and asked if I could fill in for him. Something came up apparently.” You explain, humming in appreciation when you taste your coffee. “He remembered that I was an Astronomy major and figured I was his best bet I guess.”

Chanhee purses his lips, it’s almost like he knows something you don’t. He nods slowly. “Yeah… I’m sure that’s why…”

The impromptu formal introduction between you goes on without a hitch. It goes so well, that the time flies faster than you’d hoped it would. You get a tiny peek into Choi Chanhee and his life as the TBZ fraternity treasurer, but it’s not enough to satiate that unbearable curiosity that pricks at you.

Thankfully, you have tomorrow to do exactly that.

Heejin and yourself arrive at the Tau Beta Zeta party that Saturday with a goal in mind; Getting Choi Chanhee into bed with you.

Okay. Maybe that wasn’t actually the main objective, but it was definitely a side quest. What you really wanted to do was get him to let his guard down. Like your friend said previously, you were the stereotypical party girl. Had there been a picture beside the term in a dictionary, your pretty little face would be there, a red solo cup in your hand and all. If he wound up being entranced by your womanly witchery, that was on him.

Just like your first go at wooing him, you decided to pull out all the stops. You’d worn your shortest, tightest fitting dress despite the weather not necessarily permitting it. It was a cute black strapless number that you paired with some long heeled boots and a warm fuzzy jacket. You looked hotter than the sun itself, and deep down you’d feel extremely disappointed if he wasn’t falling to his knees for you by the end of the night.

A sense of déjà vu washes over you the moment you step through the front door into the jam packed fraternity house. The bumping early 2000s music and the thrumming of the bass gave you an adrenaline rush like no other. Nothing could waver your confidence this roundabout. He wouldn’t even know what hit him.

Before you sink your claws into the treasurer, you need to grab yourself a drink. You and Heejin take a shot from one of the various liquor bottles on the counter, serving yourselves each a cup of whatever Jacob Bae threw together for the party. It was kind of funny that the resident bartender for these things wasn’t even a member of the frat. You and your friend cheers to the night ahead of you, manifesting that things go your way.

It’s rather easy to catch his eye even in the bustling crowd of drunk college students, glued in his usual spot on one of the living room sofas. His dark hair falls into his eyes when he glances down at his phone to check the time, almost as if he was counting down the hours, the minutes until this party was over. He brushes it out of his face with his index finger at the same time he raises his cup to his mouth, knocking back the contents with a slight wince.

He espies your presence immediately after that, raking your figure with an unrecognizable look in his gaze. Though you were shivering upon entering the house, your skin felt hot to the touch now, the burning intensity of his stare melting away any nerves that might’ve been lingering. You pull your jacket off of your shoulders, tossing it over your forearm as you snake through the bodies sardined between the two of you.

“Hi,” you greet once you’re in front of him. “I’m Y/N.”

His lips quirk upwards and he stands so you’re no longer peering down at him. In spite of meeting each other yesterday, he decides to play along. “I’m Chanhee.”

“Well, Chanhee,” you bite your acrylic nail, not bothering to hide the unabashed desire in your expression and drinking in his appearance like a glass of water. “I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room. You looked bored and I was wondering if I could change that. I know how to have a good time.”

Chanhee thinks it’s cute, the amount of effort you’re putting into this little charade. He doesn’t doubt that you knew of his reputation when it came to sleeping with girls. He knows he’s a bit conscientious when it comes to this sort of thing, but that’s only because he doesn’t want to deal with being seen as someone who’s ran-through. (For an example, please see (No) Strings Attached™.)

However, you were different. Chanhee thought you were cute from the very first time he saw you, which happened to be at a Tau Beta Zeta party last semester. He knew you were friends with Kevin, so maybe it was on him for the delay of your union, but he’d grown a little tired of always making the first move. He’s somewhat grateful that you were the type of girl who set her sights on something and never backed down from it. You were headstrong and that was exactly what had him hooked.

Nevertheless, it would be a bit of an issue. The only part of the rumors surrounding the treasurer that was true, was the part about him preferring his partners to be on the quieter side. There was something about them following his every demand, kneeling at his beck and call, that lit a fire underneath him. The mouthier they were, the less he enjoyed himself. But for some reason, he doesn’t think it’ll bother him as much with you. In fact, he thinks he’ll have fun putting you in your place.

“You know, Y/N,” he pushes your hair over your bare shoulder, letting his thumb graze your warm skin with a small but conniving grin. “I’m not too sure you’ll be able to cure this boredom that’s been plaguing me. It depends on what you have in mind.”

You might cry. A strained groan stays stuck in your throat, fighting to inch its way out of you. Fuck this stupid party. Fuck your stupid idea. You had a new mission. You needed him now and you needed him bad.

Your lips are on his in a matter of seconds, rushed and desperate. You don’t have the strength in you to act like you weren’t just about ready to combust. The curve of a smile can be felt through the kiss, his hands coming to rest on your waist and dig into the fabric of your dress. Had this been any other guy, any other day even, you would’ve freaked out over the PDA. Right now, though, you’re too lost in the moment, too absorbed in the high that kissing Choi Chanhee is providing.

His mouth travels along your jaw and neck, finally snapping you back to reality. With shaky breathing and a wavering voice, you step back from him. “Don’t you want— don’t we need some privacy?”

He laughs like he’s on the inside of a joke you’re unaware of. “Oh, so now you care about privacy? You didn’t when you were trying to seduce me ten minutes ago.”

Your cheeks flush impossibly more, cowering into the space where his shoulder meets his collarbone. All that confidence and for what? He really could not wait another second to see you crumble beneath him.

“Too shy for me to fuck you in front of all these people, sweetheart?” He asks in your ear, leaving a gentle kiss on the lobe as he does so.

You’re dizzy, so dizzy you might faint in the middle of this living room. Who would’ve known that such a pretty boy had such a filthy mouth on him? He knows he’s got you right where he wants you when you fist the material of his shirt, the vibrations of a whine on his neck. It’s kind of comical how little it took for you to crack.

He hauls you away to what you assume is his bedroom, fingers caressing the inside of your wrist. You think maybe he’s all talk, that he’s actually a big softie who couldn’t hurt a fly. The way he’s careful with his touch and making sure he doesn’t lose you as you weave through the other party attendees. At least, that’s what you thought.

But then he’s slamming his door shut and pinning you against it face first. His lips return to their prior position, sucking in the plush skin on your throat and your shoulders. You can feel him pressed into your lower back, hard and ready for you. He doesn’t seem to pay much attention to it, instead trailing his fingers down your front and sneaking under your dress.

He bunches it up around your hips, middle and ring digits circling your clit through the lace of your panties. Everything is escalating too quickly for you to comprehend. You whimper into the wood of the door, drool beginning to pool in your mouth. You’re so needy that you’re salivating over the prospects of what’s to come.

“Want more, Chanhee,” your words are muffled, but he understands you nonetheless.

“You want more?” He pouts, a false tone of sympathy in his voice. “Poor you, asking for something you can’t even handle.”

You squirm, raising your leg in an attempt to reach a different angle. The pads of his fingers apply an increased pressure on your clit, the friction caused by your underwear skyrocketing your heart rate. You know he can feel the pulse when his lips reconnect to that sensitive area just under your jaw. Your back arches, still craving and yearning for additional touch.

His fingers slip into the waistband of your thong, collecting your arousal and using it as a lubricant to glide through your folds. He thrusts two of them in and out of your entrance, the heel of his palm rubbing up against your clit. You moan, louder this time. His free hand shoves the top of your dress down, groping and kneading your bare breast. You wanted more, he’ll give you more.

You’re a whining, squirrely mess, humping his hand like a bitch in heat. It’s hilarious, really. The way you wanted him begging, but the tables seemed to have turned, flipping it the other way around. He ensures that he leaves his mark on you, biting your skin with the intent to bruise. He doesn’t care if you looked like you were attacked by a vicious animal. If Chanhee was anything, he was possessive, wanting everyone to know what was his and not to get near it lest they wanted to keep their lives. What better way to stake his claim than on your body, where anyone could see?

He senses that you’re close to your release, your walls clenching around his fingers and sucking them in further. Most people would’ve been generous, making your orgasm smooth sailing. But Choi Chanhee was not like most people. That much is obvious when he adds a third finger, restraining himself from groaning at the feeling of your cunt constricting and contracting. The stretch has your stomach tying in knots, each one growing tighter and tighter until they just about untangle altogether.

You cum with a guttural groan, nearly convulsing in his hold, but he keeps you pressed to the surface of the door. He doesn’t stop his motions, fingers curling and uncurling like he was reaching for something inside of you. You push your ass into his crotch, another whine escaping your lips when you feel his cock impressing into it. He bites his tongue to refrain from evoking a sound.

The poised nature of your regular personality makes a comeback, one of your hands cupping the side of his face. You pant as you speak, rasping slightly after all the moaning you just did. “Can you fuck me for real now?”

Chanhee forces your underwear down your legs roughly, kicking them out of the way once they hit the floor. “You’re such a goddamn brat. Nothing is ever enough for you is it?” You can hear rustling behind you, the unbuttoning of pants and the discarding of his shirt. And then you feel him. God, you might die. He’s flush between your lower lips, his teeth grazing your earlobe. “Gonna have to fuck you until you learn your place, don’t I?”

He squeezes your cheeks together with his thumb and forefinger, relishing in the adorable pout it forms. All you can do is nod, eyes fluttering shut when he finally slides inside of you. The weight of him sits heavy in your cunt, the singular drive of his hips causing your clit to bump into the door. It sends a rippled shockwave throughout your body, a voluminous moan breaching past your lips. Chanhee rests his forehead on your shoulder, staying still for a moment to gather himself.

It’s not long before he’s pistoning his cock into your pussy like a sword being sheathed and unsheathed. You claw at the wall as a means of grounding yourself, inconsistently paced cries and mewls of pleasure bouncing around the room. He hikes up your leg higher, palming at your tits so he can override your senses any way he can. You’re so lightheaded and tears have begun to spring at the corners of your eyes. It feels too good.

“O-Oh my god, you’re s-so— f-fuck Chanhee,” you babble, gasping for air as he continuously punches it out of you with every inch his cock buries into you.

He’s enjoying himself too much, loving how fucked out you look. He’s reduced you to an incoherent state of being. You curve your back a bit more for him, allowing the depth at which he slips in you to go further.

Unfortunately for you, it doesn’t take much to wind you back up to that summit from previously. You’re on the brink of your second orgasm, your chest heating up and your abdomen contracting. He doesn’t let up, pinching and thumbing at a peaked nipple to egg on your release. This one feels a lot stronger than the first, your knees nearly giving out on you.

“C’mon sweetheart, that’s it,” he coaxes, stroking your hair from your face.

Chanhee fucks you through it, allotting space for you to recover before he’s knocking you onto his bed. He removes your dress entirely and rubs up and down your thighs. The exhaustion is already beginning to settle in, but you realize that he hasn’t finished not once and you’d be hitting your third at this point. You’re overstimulated and your body aches all over, but you push through.

He finds your entrance again, pressing into your cunt with more ease. You whine, smushing your cheek into the mattress. Your toes curl and you fist at the sheets, eyes all but rolling to the back of your head where you see white spots and stars coating your vision. He grips your hips to hold you still, starting to rock back into your pussy with practiced aggression. He’s carnal with his movements, but it’s careful, almost like he doesn’t really want to hurt you.

“It’s too much—“ you interrupt yourself with a wail, the tears from earlier tracking along the sides of your face.

“I’ve fucked you stupid, haven’t I? Thought I was done with you?” He strains, folding over so he can kiss the skin of your collarbone and trail up to your mouth. His lips brush yours when he talks, teasing you as if he hadn’t already fucked you within an inch of your life. “Do you think I’m having fun yet?”

Your cunt sucks him in like a vacuum, your volume rising the closer you get to what you hope is your last orgasm of the night. What you needed was the best sleep ever after this. Your brain can barely form sentences, and you struggle to give him a proper response. “Y-Yes, Cha-Chanhee— oh god— s-so much fun,”

Your breath catches in your throat when that familiar sensation reappears. Chanhee is in his own world, focused on chasing his own release. His nails dig into the fat of your thighs, thrusts becoming deeper and slower. You reach between the two of you to swipe at your clit with your middle and ring fingers, the extra stimulation tipping you over that sweet edge.

Your orgasm crests upon you with so much intensity that you can’t even make a sound. If you do, it’s so far away from you that you don’t hear it. The uncontrollable fluttering of your walls sets Chanhee’s into action, his hips stuttering with a groan that doesn’t meet your ears. He fills you up with enough cum that it begins to spill out of you in spite of his cock still plugged inside your cunt. You both take a moment to recollect your bearings, chests clashing with each rise and fall from your breathing.

After what feels like forever, he pulls out and collapses on the bed beside you, the back of his hand thrown over his forehead.

“Holy shit— I mean— wow I really— I really didn’t think you were so…” You don’t finish your thought, head still stuck on the actions you’d committed prior.

“It’s always the quiet ones.” Chanhee shrugs, sighing dramatically.

“You are not quiet,” you turn your head to give him a pointed look. “But, I’m not complaining. I got my insides rearranged six ways to Sunday. Who’s the real winner here?”

“Me, actually,” he says, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. “I’ve had the longer crush.”

“Y-You— huh?!” Your eyes practically bulge out of your head, comically wide like a deer’s caught in headlights. He laughs at your expression.

“I’ve been wanting to make a move on you since last semester,” he admits. “But I was kinda… discouraged? I guess? I feel like I’m the one who puts in too much effort all the time, with everything that I do. I wanted to see if maybe someone would do the same for me. I’m just lucky that it worked out in my favor.”

Your bottom lip juts out and you flip over to peck the tip of his nose tenderly. “Choi Chanhee, you’re extremely lucky. I almost gave up on you, like, a couple days ago.”

Chanhee’s laughter grows and he kisses you softly. “Well, I’m glad that you didn’t. Now I can take you on a real date to that space cafe. Not one that Kevin forced on us.”

“I like the sound of that.” You smile, cuddling into his side.

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Patience (Cody x OC x Jey)

Cody Rhodes x OC x Jey Uso | 18+, fluff, drug use | 1591 words

Had inspiration to write a bit of Cody Rhodes and Jey Uso fluff based on a prompt my friend had picked out for me ages ago. Hope y'all enjoy this little one shot !

“Everything looks so beautiful from up here…”

Calista sat on the edge of the rooftop, legs dangling into the open air below.  Normally, she was not one for heights, however the need to get away from the crowded rooms beneath had overridden her fears.  She let herself focus on the horizon, the buildings that pierced the sky, the lights that shone from in between.  It was quiet, peaceful, and she was completely alone with her thoughts.  Which were much harder to get away from. She sighed softly, leaning back, hands scraping on the textured cement of the roof behind her.  Her gaze trailed up and up, following the lines of the buildings around her until all she could see was the starry sky.  Each star lead her to another.  Each star a smaller piece of a larger constellation.  She’d only seen two that she could name, the big dipper and orion’s belt.  However, she was certain there were more to find than that.

“Is this seat taken?”

A rough, male voice broke through the dull hum of the streets beneath them.  A voice that she didn’t quite recognize without a face.  “Depends on who you are?”  The only response she got from the unknown male behind her was a low chuckle, before he entered the periphery of her vision.  Shocking blonde hair, the garish tattoo on the side of his neck.  This unknown male was none other than Cody Rhodes. “How on earth did you sneak out of all of that?”  She turned her head, an eyebrow raised.  The party down below was for the man sitting to her left.  He’d just won tag team gold with Jey Uso and had every reason to celebrate.  And very few reason’s to hide away on the roof.

“Told them I was going for a smoke… or was it that I was looking for a bathroom… either way, I don’t think they’ll think too much of it?”

Calista smiled, shaking her head.  “You’re one half of the main reason they’re celebrating… also is it really a good idea to leave Jey down there? He was…” 

Cody interrupted her with a chuckle, “Already pretty far gone when we got here?” She nodded, turning to look at Cody as he spoke.  “He was flirting with one of your friends I think… they’d been asking if he’d seen her and he was quick to distract.  Almost like…”

“He knew that I’d needed some air?”  

It was Cody’s turn to nod in agreement.  “I might’ve passed him on the way out and let him know.  He knows how I feel about crowds.” She shrugged, turning to look at the horizon once more.  The buzz from beneath them had faded to a dull vibration that she could only really hear if she was listening for it.  And even then, noise from the party had a tendency to drown anything else out as it filtered upwards from the floors below.  “I don’t want you to miss out on the celebrations for me.”

Cody raised an eyebrow, shifting on the ledge, hip brushing against her own as he did so.  “You’re the one who suggested we team up… if anyone should be celebrating with us, it’s you.”  Her expression softened, cheeks glowing in the faint light of the moon.  “Am I wrong?”

She shrugged, “You would’ve won regardless.  Creative has been loving you lately.  Whether you’d been paired with Jey or Kevin or… hell even if they’d dragged me out as a “special guest”, not that they would…” The idea is ludicrous, given that she has zero experience in the ring.  She’s more of a glorified consultant for creative these days more than anything else.  “Your win was practically guaranteed.  Having Jey as your partner is just an added bonus.  Which…” She glances over her shoulder, almost wonder if Jey is listening behind the door.  “I really hope he’s not listening to this but… it’s a good look for you both.  Makes the crowds love y’all even more.”

She had to force herself not to look at Cody for a reaction, to not overthink the expression of appreciation and the hint of surprise that seemed to settle over him.  Silence claimed the space between them, punctuated with little more than the occasional cheer from the party beneath them or an occasional car horn that managed to make it’s way all the way up to them.  She could’ve spent all night like this.  In a comfortable silent understanding with the man beside her.  At some point, he’d reached behind her, hand curling around her shoulder to pull her close.  The gesture alone was enough to flood her cheeks with color that she could only pray that he didn’t see.

“Hope that’s alright…” Cody looked down at her, his freehand coming up to brush the hair from her face.  “You looked… a little cold?”  A flimsy excuse, that both of them could see right through.  However, while the gesture was unexpected, she couldn’t say that she wasn’t enjoying the closeness. 

“Jey told you to come find me didn’t he…”

The thought had been tugging at the back of her mind since he’d sat beside her.  The knowledge that Jey knew of her admiration for the “American Nightmare” that she’d been content to keep to herself.  At least, until he’d noticed it.  He’d been teasing her for weeks, so it made sense that he’d finally decided to give them both the push that he felt she needed.  

“He did, said something about making sure that girl doesn’t freeze to death, you feel me dawg.”

A loud thud from the rooftop door punctuated his statement as Jey Uso himself stumbled out from the stairwell.  “Come on Uces! You’re missing out on - -”  It was as if the closeness of the pair in front of him hadn’t registered, until it did.  “Ah shit dawg, why didn’t you tell me you found her.  I’m interrupting and everything…”  A laugh escaped Calista, her free hand flying up to cover her mouth as her shoulders shook against Cody’s chest.

“What’s so funny Uces? We’re here to celebrate our man over here and he’s wrapped up in you… You havin’ your own private celebration? Without me?”  It was as if the idea was so outlandish, Jey’s gaze flicking between the pair.  “Alright, make some room you two.  Can’t let y’all have all the fun… plus I grabbed some party favors!” He settled on the edge of the roof to Calista’s right, effectively wedging her between them both.  The party favor’s in question were fished from his pockets, two joints and a flask of some unidentified liquor.

“I’ll pass on the flask but… pass one of those over here?”

The joints were passed to Calista first, allowing her to light one and take the first satisfying hit.  The smoke filled her lungs with a comfortable burn that had her eyes fluttering closed.  She then blew it out into the night, letting the tendrils float away on a breeze.  The joint was passed to Cody now, leaving Calista to lean on Jey.  Jey who’d thrown an arm around her waist to compliment the arm around her shoulder from Cody.  

“I swear, you two…” She rested her head on Jey’s shoulder now.  “You’ve been planning this.  Getting me alone… keeping me all to yourselves…”

“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that ma.” 

Calista glanced up at Jey who was grinning down at her.  His grill glinting in the moonlight, as his gaze settled on hers.  “Not our fault you’ve been ignorin’ the signs for the last month.”  

She blinked at Jey, her gaze flitting between him and Cody as she sat up straight.  “Signs…?” 

It was Cody’s turn to grin at her now, smoke seeping from in between his teeth. “The compliments, the flirting, creative calling you in to work specifically with the two of us?”

“But I thought…?”  If she was being honest with herself, she wasn’t sure what she thought.  She’d just thought her input was needed, given how close she was to the storylines, to Jey.  She’d begun to get close to Cody over the last week or so, but she’d thought that was normal.  There was a certain level of trust and closeness expected when you were choreographing matches and spending late nights tweaking the individual pieces to make sure everything flowed the way it needed to.

“Told you Uce, I knew she wasn’t pickin’ up what we were puttin’ down.”

Cody shook his head, “Hate to admit man… guess we’re doing a shit job of showing her how we’ve been feeling.” 

Once again Calista was speechless, blinking as she glanced at the men on either side of her.  “I’m.. sorry? What have I --”

Cody leaned forward, grabbing her left hand and threading their fingers together.  Jey was doing the same with her right hand.  Both hands were calloused and held strength that she could feel despite the tender gesture. The gesture was enough to put together the puzzle pieces they’d been dropping for her.  They had been flirting with her.  Had been complimenting her.  They’d asked her out to dinner and she’d invited others to join them thinking that they were friend dinners.  The gears in her mind were moving, working and finally she got it.

“How on earth have you been this patient for so long…”

Both men laughed, their amusement shaking their shoulders, even as they held Calista close. “Because there’s a certain amount of patience involved for things that are worth it… isn’t that something you’ve always said?” 

[ghost-popcorn-bucket]

In honor of a week's passing since the release of RITE HERE RITE NOW, here are my... unadulterated notes from the theater.

🚨WARNING🚨 Contains spoilers for RHRN!

what day is it???? FRIDAY BITCH

kaisarion -> trailer scene

rats

"never to return" sobbing

faith!!

spillways. seestor in wheelchair. psalms????? cctv screen warped

cirice. kicks rain out of the way. bat suit. eye to eye -- emeritus eye ooh

fog??? reddi whip???

absolution --literal fireworks

sodo stealing his thunder like a dickhead

ritual -- sodo continues but rain stops him / flashes yousuck at him

call me little sunshine in full gear

con clavi with tha thurible

bullfighting bro??

watcher in the sky

jumps into a box

nihil marital problems with seestor in tha box

third 7 inches song???????? holy shit???

ghost farts

if you have ghost -- 3 ghoulettes on strings, 1 vocal

vocal ghoulette has nihil face paint on?????

boxing time

twenties

skeleton dancers with weird feet shoes

thongs and nipple pasties

year zero in even more getup, intercut with old movies// pyrotechnics

he is // mortality moment, nostril shot

"so the people know you have given everything, and that you have nothing left to give"

nihil resurrection

SCOOBY DOO ASS NIHIL/SEESTOR MUSIC VID FOR MARY ON A CROSS

mummy dust

...where did you feel it

KEVIN JESUS

shoe change -- ashley also sock reveal

RESPITE ON THE SPITALFIELDS AUGH

rain doesnt get water

encore - kiss tha gogoat, danca macabre -- skellies get pants, ghost says happy pride fr, they have an orgy

SQUARE HAMMER RAAHAAAAA

one last one up the poop chute???? does split kick midair

the moon landing??? hot air balloon??

HE GOES TO SPACE WHAT THE FUCK

COPIA HAS A TWIN

SEEESTOR FUCKING DIES I CALLED IT

FATHER IMPERATOR

when it all burns down -- check if its a new track -- feels very 70s

[copperbora]

Honey bunches of Pit, yes!! Starscream looking absolutely fantastic in his crown with Shockwave and Soundwave in the background. You can almost hear Starscream demanding what the Pit ol' Buckethelm is doing back.

The Transformers: One Movie

I've been somewhat out of the loop due to limited energy levels for anything remotely social, but last Friday my brother Kevin had me take a closer look at the trailer for the new animated Transformers: One movie. On Twitter all I had seen of it was an animated .GIF of its title sequence which I shrugged off thinking that it was yet another Bay-like live action film (the only Transformers live action film that has earned my love is Bumblebee.)

This was my initial hyperactive fangirly reaction to the longer version of the trailer shared on Transformers 2005 which I wrote in reply to my brother Kevin, which is basically comprised of me squealing excitedly in capslock:

I am over the moon that this movie is all about Cybertron, and that just like in Earthspark we're going to see a kinder take on Megatron! (And yay Optimus as Orion Pax and the eternal badassery that is Elita-1.)

As usual, I'm bored to tears of seeing Bumblebee as a protagonist at this point and was disgruntled that he was acting like our beloved Rodimus, but my brother's spot on in what he replied, that unfortunately Bumblebee's just a fixture at this point. (He also admitted to Bumblebee fatigue.)

I'm not into certain aspects of the movie's design but I wasn't into Transformers: Prime initially either and now I'm utterly addicted to Transformers and write long winded fanfictions about it thanks to TFP having been my gateway drug. I'm extremely excited to see this film, and as for my disappointment over not seeing Starscream in the initial cut of the trailer that I watched, well, today I ran across this version!

And not only do we get a very droolworthy shot of our beloved screechy flyboy wearing his crown in this trailer, there's also this very brief shot of Skywarp being awesome!

I still have no idea who this green dude is (I might be derping from lack of sleep since I spent most of last night writing the climax and part of the denoumont of my fic Rise Up,) but maybe he's just a rando? Anyway, I'm super stoked, and I can't wait to watch this movie in theatres and support Transformers animation!

(The best way to tell the uncaring rich that we want more interesting Transformers movies like this one which don't follow the same rote script of Cybertronians arriving on Earth is by watching the films legally to support their creators!)

Looking over the trailer again, I have to say I actually like the faces now! And the style! I'm absolutely thriled to see Cybertron finally portrayed as a vibrant, beautiful world, complete with mechanimals!

[sungbeam]

𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐂𝐎𝐋 — teaser!

nonidol!kevin moon x f!reader

another summer break, another annual trip to the lake! except, it seems like when you and kev get there, you'll have to make some tweaks to the original rescue protocol.

▷ genre, teaser warnings. childhood friends 2 lovers, fluff, summer break au/college au, hurt/comfort, humor, implications of motherly meddling and matchmaking

▷ projected release date. october 10th/11th

▷ estimated word count. 20-26k

this is the sixth installment of the love in unity series! rescue protocol takes place after all the events of the main storyline, and you shouldn't need to read any prev fics to understand this one. any prev yns will be referred to as _!yn

a/n: i swear i'm (half) alive 🧍🏻‍♀️ but yeah, i've been punching out words lately and it's probably a bad idea to post this at the end of the weekend when no one will see it, but thank u again @justalildumpling for being my hypewoman ily

TEASER BELOW THE CUT (APPROX. 500 WORDS)

“It’s a warm morning out,” your mother murmured, then quickly added, “hey you.” She knocked her hand against your arm.

“Hm?” You asked as you finished up Alice’s braid and tied it off with the blue Cinnamoroll hair tie she’d chosen. You patted her back with your hand. “You’re done.”

Your little sister hopped to her feet. “Thanks!” She dashed away and out of the room—to where, you had no clue. You figured she knew where the food was if she was hungry.

You angled your body to squish your side against the couch cushions and face your mother. “What were you saying?”

“Ah, I was going to talk to you about the Joshua Hong boy.”

Joshua Hong. You didn’t realize you could hear a man’s name so often within twelve hours.

You made a gesture with your hand. “What about the Joshua Hong boy, Mom?”

“Well, isn’t he a handsome one?” She asked you enthusiastically, straightening. It was alarming how bright her face just got. “I spoke to his mom while Kevin and I were walking just now, and he’s only a few years older than you, you know.”

You heard a metaphorical record scratch. What? There was so much in that one sentence that you needed to unpack. You raised your hands to signal her to pause. “Wait, since when do you and Kevin take walks together?” What could they have been talking about? You knew Kevin was an exceptional conversationalist, but never in your time at the lake had you known of this interaction.

Your mother blinked. “Oh, we started the tradition when you didn’t come up with us that one year.”

“Tradition?” So this happened more than once? You didn’t know why you were so scandalized by this information—it was just Kevin after all. You knew your parents, and even your siblings, were all fond of him—of course they were. You were arguably even more fond of him, but that wasn’t the point. You hoped she hadn't said anything about you and him as an item at any point in time… you trusted that Kevin could handle that though; that was what the pact was for, after all.

“Why are you making such a big deal out of this?” She arched a brow. “But anyway, yes, so we bumped into Josh’s mom on the last leg around the lake, and she mentioned that he’s majoring in chemistry and planning to go into medicine. You guys might have something in common."

You pursed your lips. Perhaps the two of you might have something to talk about, but your track was pre-veterinary rather than pre-med. There was probably a middle ground though... Maybe you were just being stubborn.

“Just make friends or something,” she said to you while standing up from the couch. “You need more of those.”

Your eyes shot wide open. “Hello? Mom?” Now that was simply uncalled for.

She chuckled impishly as she walked away and disappeared down the hall, leaving you to yourself. You were lucky neither of the twins were here to hear that burn.

a/n: if i am being so fr i don't even really like the part i chose for this lol but i haven't written the juicy parts yet 🤕 so stay tuned pls ... haha

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[tarisilmarwen]

Rebels Rewatch: "Legends of the Lasat"

Kevin Kiner please take all my money forever.

Right, attempt two at this. Seriously Tumblr what is the point of having an auto-save feature for posts if it doesn't actually save a decent previous version of the post?

Also WHY THE HELL DID CNTRL+Z DELETE BASICALLY THE WHOLE DAMN POST?!

Anyway.

I'm glad we got to visit this moon space base location again, I think it's such an interesting design.

Another tightly-written opening dialogue exposition scene here, in a few short sentences we learn what they Spectres are here for and why, and that the mission is urgent.

Lol Ezra being evasive about Hondo being his contact. I do wonder how exactly Hondo got that transmitter to Ezra. Did they reconnect sometime offscreen? Did Ezra swipe it during "Brothers of the Broken Horn"? Did Hondo surreptitiously leave it in Ezra's pocket?

However it happened, it's adorable that this once-ruthless bloodthirsty greedy pirate basically decided, "I MUST BEFRIEND THE BABY JEDI, HE'S MY FRIEND NOW I CLAIM HIM."

The camerawork in this scene is phenomenal. This first shot that tracks the Spectres and then dollies just around the corner, as if we are also peeking around it with the characters? This fast almost 270 rotating pan across the Spectres as they make short work of the troopers? Stellar.

(You can also tell they had budget to spare for this episode because the Imperial officer has a face. Lol.)

Love it when they let Ezra be casually awesome.

Hera sounds so aggrieved that Hondo is Ezra's contact lol.

And here we get the reveal, Zeb was captain of the High Honor Guard of Lasan. A bit later in the episode we learn this consists of being a bodyguard protector of the royal family specifically and all citizens of Lasan in general. Sooooo yeah, quite a bit of heavy personal guilt for Zeb here, feeling like he, specifically, personally, failed his entire world. Ouch.

"Hondo could use a little help." <3

Zeb's expressions this scene are painful. :(

Hondo being so dang fond of Ezra aww.

Though not so fond that he doesn't immediately screw everyone over, greedy bastard.

I saw Zeb rolling his eyes there, animators.

So Zeb's interactions with Chava and Grond are very much a Spiritualist vs Skeptic plot, with the expected tragic personal reason for the skeptic's doubt and disbelief. It's also heavily implied that the loss of Lasan, that trauma, made Zeb regress in maturity, made him snippier and more petulant and churlish. As Ezra says later Zeb does act "like a child", so perhaps his being cast as the Child archetype in the Prophecy of the Three was not so off base lol.

Ezra has such cute smiles this episode. <3

LOL Hondo's chipper little "Hello!" at the Stormtroopers.

"Well. This must look... incriminating." This man is a delight in every scene.

I mentioned the camerawork right? This is another nice shot here, this pan down from the cockpit to the nose gun turret to meet Zeb.

Subtle animation appreciation moment: The smoke coming from the chimney top of the station.

...Is this Stormtrooper also voiced by David Oyelowo?

Ezra immediately noticing Zeb's scoffing like the empath he is. <3

Love love love seeing the unique cultural way that Lasat interact with the Force, the "Ashla" as they call it, mixed ritual and magitek, prophecies that revolve around certain narrative archetypes and symbolic figures. It's just so cool.

I haven't been talking much about the music yet (oh but believe me we will have much to say on that) but this cue here starts easing just slightly into the mysticism of the Lasat ritual. It's almost Stravinsky-esque in nature, carefully stepping flutes and clarinets, discordant strings. We incorporate just a very soft snippet of the Force theme.

Zeb auto-assuming Ezra is the child.

Lol Hondo putting his arm around that one Stormtrooper's shoulder.

He's so cute asjkhfkajsh. Look at him. He's all like, "Please Dad, can I chant with the weird purple people too?"

HE LOOKS SO FOND AND PROUD AWW.

The score takes a bit of an exotic turn, a mellow arabic flute and possibly a sitar adding to the texture of the melody.

The lighting in this scene egads.

I love this scene I love it so much. Ezra acting as counselor, with his mere presence and curiosity getting Zeb to open up about his past and fears and insecurities. There's so much hurt in Zeb's slumped posture, guilt and grief compete for space in his voice, and I don't think we see him this distraught again until after Kanan's death.

But with Ezra's encouragement, he pulls himself together.

Once again showing off the cool magitek with Chava's staff and Zeb's bo-rifle here and I just love the concept, I love the whole aesthetic of hearing whispers of destiny through the Ashla and then channeling the energy of the universe through arcane, almost magical technology to navigate the stars, like some kind of arcane mariners. And we all thought the bo-rifle was just some kind of standard ordinary weapon, SURPRISE, it's also an ancient Force-magic navicomputer.

And oh wow the parallels with the purrgil next episode and the Chiss sky-walkers in the Thrawn novels.

This is soooooo pretty. The animation here is gorgeous.

After the commercial cut we're in hyperspace and the Ghost is making an almost blind jump out into Wild Space. Hera doesn't seem terribly worried. (Behind the scenes material says she apparently does this all the time.) But the ship's safety protocols flip out when they sense the imploded star cluster and Hera quickly drops them into realspace and one of the most gorgeous moments of the series.

HNNNNNNGHGHHHHH.

This whole sequence is stunning. Some of the best animation of the show, accompanied by one of the best tracks in the score, the star cluster looking like a watercolor spectacle.

And the Stravinsky influenced instrumentation brings the strings front and center; a haunting choir whispers in the background.

Kanan putting one hand on the back of Hera's chair and the other on her shoulder, aww.

Just tell me you wouldn't want this as a wall painting. <3

Chava gives some inspiring words about not pidegonholing oneself into a single role in their prophecy and this motivates Zeb to find a well of inner courage and open himself up to the will of the Ashla.

What I wouldn't give for more on ancient Lasan tech, how their ships must have been designed to integrate with the bo-rifle staffs. It functions as pilot and navigator and also apparently encases the Ghost with a protective shield that keeps it from being crushed by the gravity.

Let that sink in a moment, the staff, when channeling the Force, can literally bend gravity around the ship.

AND AS "JOURNEY INTO THE STAR CLUSTER" WRAPS US IN A VIOLIN SOLO THAT EVOKES MYSTERY AND MYSTICISM KANAN AND EZRA SENSE THEIR HELP IS NEEDED AND CALMLY PLACE HANDS ON ZEB, LIKE THE LAYING OF HANDS DURING CORPORATE PRAYER, AND CHANNEL THE FORCE THROUGH THEM INTO ZEB, WHO LETS IT FLOW THROUGH HIM THROUGH THE RIFLE TO GIVE HIM THE CLARITY OF VISION TO SEE THE WAY THROUGH.

Subtle animation appreciation moment: The sparks that pop from a wall panel on the cruiser as Kallus attempts to have it follow the Ghost.

THE CHOIR COMES IN FULL BLAST.

AND ZEB CLOSES HIS EYES IN FAITH AS THE LIGHT TURNS BLINDING.

Whew! And what a rush! The absolute quiet in the score right afterwards gives us a moment to inhale and catch our breath.

Chopper of course chooses to be a pest, releasing the tension.

Lira San being the ancient lost homeworld of the Lasat fits right in with the whole arcane vibe of their culture, like they were connected to a place and people that time forgot.

And tada, we leave with a character arc complete, a new hyperspace route plotted and everything bathed in an aura of serenity.

This episode is one of the best of Season Two, if not the whole series. Everything comes together beautifully in the third act and the story has a feel of both spiritual transformation and wonder. I've already gushed about how interesting and unique the Lasat culture is, how it's presented as a mix of mysticism and technology, with prophecies and wise women, royal families and warriors, and navigators that explored the stars, guided by the Ashla.

Zeb gets more character growth in one episode than some characters get in a season, and he's largely "finished" after this, his issues with his past resolved. (Which isn't to say I wouldn't have loved more character focus on him, just that this is so phenomenal.) His heart-to-heart with Ezra is touching and illustrates just how close they've grown.

And did I mention this episode was pretty? This episode is super pretty and the music is straight fire.

10/10 no complaints. Would give Kiner my money again.

[drifting-pieces-blog-blog]

Breaking down the comics: Finding Peace

Moon Knight, Issue 29: Colloquy (A short). 

Writen by: Steven Grant and Kevin Kowlan. 

Moon Knight has a conversation with his various identities and perhaps finds a little peace. 

(I'm just going to show you the whole thing and type it all up so you don't have to squint).

"Midnight, for once, no crisis threatens the city or world, no danger demands Moon Knight's attention. Tonight, Steen Grant remains at Grant mansion, alone with his thoughts not entirely his own... 

Finally..." 

We open on Grant Mansion. It is quiet. It is still. 

We see Steven alone in a room, sitting by the fireplace and looking thoughtful. 

"Peace. Marlene is off on business for two weeks. Frenchie is on vacation. I sent the servants away for the evening. Finally, I am alone... And though I hesitate to say it, at peace." 

He looks to an empty chair in the dark where Moon Knight's cape and cowl are draped over it. 

"It seems strange, after the past few months, to think of peace and Moon Knight in the same thought." 

"I never knew if it was a curse, this Moon Knight. A curse?" 

Steven picks up the cape and cowl and looks at it. 

"Funny how perceptions change. Now you tell me you're destiny." 

He sits back down and holds up the cowlas if it might speak to him. 

"But what destiny is that old Knight? Old Khonshu?" 

"DEATH!" Marc grabs away the cowl from Steven. 

"You...Marc Spector...The man I was." 

"That's the only destiny I know." Marc in his old fatigues with gun on his hip. 

"Yes, you died or tried to. In the tomb...Before you became Moon Knight--And me." 

Steven faces Marc. An odd way to phrase that. 'tried to'. As if Marc wanted to die. Wanted to be rid of himself. Did he crawl into that tomb specifically to die? 

"NO!" Marc clutches at the cape and cowl and wraps it around himself while screaming. "NOOO!" 

"I made you! I made Moon Knight! Without me, you are nothing!" 

An interesting shot. Steven's fancy drink (bourbon?) in the foreground, only Steven's hand setting the glass down. Class and elegance. Marc in the back with the cape and cowl screaming and faded like a ghost. 

"No. Without us, YOU are nothing!" Steven corrects Marc. 

Marc starts to fade, unsure what to do or say as Steven drinks now in the background.

And faced with this uncertainty, Marc does what Marc does. 

He pulls his gun and points it at Steven. 

"LIAR!" 

"What's all you can do--Isn't it, Spector? Strike out with death like a wounded animal." Jake has entered the picture. 

"Lockley!" Marc is surprised. He's always surprised to see Jake. 

"Another of our identities!" Steven is less surprised but perhaps surprised to see him here in THIS conversation. 

Jake stands there with two children. 

Jake is the man of the people. He stands for the people. He makes friends and he cares about those around him. 

"Recognize these kids, Spector? You saw a lot of youngsters like these when you were fighting your dirty wars." 

Jake plays dirty sometimes. Or perhaps, he's the one that feels all the losses of those that got in the way of Marc's bullets. 

Marc doesn't know how to respond. He's angry and feeling the past. 

He pulls his gun and shoots at Jake and the children. The children fall down dead before them while the bullets have no effect on Jake. 

"That's your answer to everything, isn't it?" Steven watches from his chair behind Marc. 

Marc drops the gun and falls to his knees before the dead children. 

"There's enough blood on my hands. Finish me off. Please!" Marc pleads with Steven. 

Steven picks up the discarded gun. 

But Steven does not shoot Marc. 

"No. Only you kill. You'll have to do it." 

He holds the gun out to Marc. 

Self destructive Marc in pain and angry. Steven knows he can't. Knows he won't. 

He pulls the cape and cowl off Marc and Marc stays crouched down, head in hands and so small now before Steven. 

"Please! I want to get out of this hell!" Marc pleads. 

"Not hell. Purgatory. A place of temporary suffering...A place where you pay for your sins. Where we both pay for your sins--as Moon Knight." **

A door opens behind them. "Oh! I'm sorry Mr. Grant. I was coming in and saw the fire through the window and I thought I'd..." Samuels the butler interrupts. 

"Quite all right, Samuels. I'm just about done here anyway." Steven is alone in an empty room. 

"Think I'll turn in. Could you put this away for me? And don't bother with the other things until tomorrow, okay?" 

He hands Samuels the cape and cowl carefully. 

"As you wish, Sir." 

Samuels pauses. "If I may say so, you seem in excellent spirits these days, sir." 

"These days I'm...Happier. I've still got a long way to go, mind you...But It may not be that long a way after all. At least, I know what I'm doing." 

-END

BOY OH BOY. That a short! Not written by Moench, but still editor approved. What we see here is Steven, Jake, and Marc attempting to have a conversation. Steven is settling in and trying to find peace in the system. Marc has been going through the TROUBLES lately and a lot of trauma has been surfacing for him and even for Moon Knight recently. They’ve had to go back and face their death as well as several missions where Marc had a past. 

This is the first real time that we see all three of them actually talk. Though, Jake’s piece is very brief. Jake has a strong dislike of Marc and since Jake is the one that brings about the children that Marc killed, perhaps it’s understandable. Jake holds the weight of the death. 

Since Jake is the spiritual protector of the system, it isn’t hard to see why. Life is sacred. The loss of a life is the single worst deed. 

They antagonize Marc to draw him out and he responds with violence and pain. Despite this, he begs Steven to end it. He wants to disappear. He thinks that if he gives in to the other two then perhaps he won’t have to feel or do anything anymore. 

But they won’t do it. They know he can’t just disappear. No matter how much they despise him or he hates himself. He’s there. He has to face what he did and they also have to deal with what happened. 

They have to do it ‘as Moon Knight’. Perhaps seen as a sentence by Steven. Do good as Moon Knight and perhaps the deeds of the past will be made up for. 

But in Moench’s Moon Knight, Moon Knight himself is his own person. They’re in a very complicated position. They’re trying to settle down a high trauma system and perhaps they’re doing it the only way that they know how since they don’t know how their system works or have help. Perhaps this is the only way Steven knows how to settle things for now. 

We’ve been starting to hear more and more from Steven in the past few issues and he’s getting more confident and to be more of a caretaker for their system. 

**Ah yes…This… The talk of Purgatory and hell. Again, Moon Knight is a Jewish system. Boy howdy. This is the problem with trying to write these ideas in a heavily Christian viewership. The idea of Marc being trapped in a cycle of his sins, Purgatory, and having to make up for his wrong deeds is difficult to get across without the proper research. While they would understand the reference and implications, Marc, Steven, and Jake would not jump to thinking in these terms. There is no Hell in Jewish religion. You have one life and this is the life you lead to be a good man. 

I’m going to default to someone far more knowledgeable in how to better interpret and phrase this scene. @fdelopera

But overall, this short is a wonderful little shot of the system settling down and a Gate Keeper and caretaker coming into their power to help when Marc has so clearly been struggling. It’s time to take care of the body and time to take care of their soul. Jake is going to step it up a bit and lean into his friends while Steven is going to care for them all around. 

[constelationprize]

yeah so i’m gonna need the deets on bury me in the deep like,,,,,,,,,s’il te plaît 🙏

(also hi!!!)

It's a selkie!Kevin Kandreil AU! A one shot too if the fates allow.

Basically, the Moriyama's are magical artifacts dealers. And the Foxes are part that... Part monster hunters, part halfway house for people in some way victimized by magic. Aaron and Andrew are the fruits of a witch bargain, hence why Tilda gave one of them away; Neil is half-devil; and the rest will be figured out as I go along.

So yeah! Kayleigh was a selkie living it up on the surface, and after her death (which may or may not have been ordered by Kengo so they could sell her pelt), Tetsuji took Kevin's coat away for "safekeeping". So while Kevin escapes the Nest, he can't actually *leave* as long as they still have his coat. This, understandably, gives him some issues around disclosing his true nature, and as such none of the Foxes (except for Wymack, obviously) know what he is, though they suspect something fishy (ha) is going on.

So he's been at Palmetto (adapted to be a coastal town for our purposes) for a year, trying to dodge Andrew's questions and repress all his feelings. And then Neil Josten arrives (I guess some things never change).

If everything goes well, it's gonna be my second entry to the daylight fest. That does imply me actually writing tooh first, and I'm still wrestling with that one. But all's well that ends well or wathever.

Here is the opening, as a treat:

It's almost as if there are two skies, this time of night where the full moon is reflected over the blackness of the sea. The roiling waves of the rising tide disturb the image from time to time, and yet, Kevin has no interest in looking up. He just stands there, warm water driving his bare feet further down into the cold sand, wishing he could see past the surface.

Riko has put another notch into his pelt today.

[jumping-joey1104]

I write so much for Sreepypasta I have to do something for Slenderverse. Gotta reign in both fandoms to my hell-site of a blog SO

Slenderverse Crack Headcanons

(Includes EverymanHybrid, Mlandersen0, TribeTwelve, and Marble Hornets)

EverymanHybrid

Evan is the kind of guy to use any nearby container to fill with energy drinks

Dude has definitely used an empty bleach bottle to fill with a cursed concoction of Monsters and Red-Bull

Only drinks the lo-carb monster because "it's healthier"

Vinny would've been a twitch streamer if EverymanHybrid took place nowadays

The closest person I could compare with how he acts on stream is Philza

Has gotten doxxed like 3 times now but he does not care

Jeff would stream with Vincent but only plays minecraft, and is ten times better at it than anyone else

Probably has a discord server and for some reason he made Evan admin and now everyone calls him senpai

He knows what it means and hates it, He has a separate channel to put Evan and his associates by crime in and locks them in there

Alex is the one that started it all

MLAndersen0

Nobody knows where Michael got his ugly ass curtains, and he refuses to say where he go a sheet of pure denim fabric

He would have so many fidget toys, he just likes the little clicks, and yes he would throw them at Shaun like a latina mother and her chanclas

For some reason this man can make a mean drink, coffee, alcohol, hell even koolaid. You ask him for a drink he's bringing you a margarita

Shaun would play Call of Duty, all of the games. He plays them

Goes into extensive research on what slurs he can reclaim so he could bully kids online with a good conscience

"What slurs can I reclaim if my brother is a psychopath?" And Stormy just looks at him with fear

Speaking of Stormy she can outdrink both men, one time Michael dared them to take a shot of 99 proof and she took three

She quotes vines all the time, regularly asks Michael "Where's the B" and he doesn't understand at all

Shaun understands her and they quote vines together while Michael cries in confusion

Eric Cyberbullies Micheal with pictures of cups dangerously close to the edge of a surface

Tribetwelve

Noah has gone three days without sleep, slams down a sugar-free redbull and passed out in his kitchen before and blames the collective

Dude was a huge party guy in Highschool but always ended up sitting in a corner petting the dog at the party

This raggedy ass man loves the resident evil movies and says their peak cinematography, refuses to take any other suggestions

Kevin is peak stoner mode, and has tricked Noah into eating edibles before. By tricked I mean he left them out and Noah ate half of them before he was caught

Dude is the WORST tripsitter btw, he's the type of guy that would smoke a blunt and go "Do you think god loves us" before putting on a horror movie

Dude can handle marijuana perfectly but can only drink one cup of alcohol before getting black out, absolute lightweight

Milo has watched so much anime, so much. He has at least eleven shirts revolving around Sailor Moon and Beserk.

He's never watched Beserk he just likes the art, Noah and Kevin refuse to tell him what it is. They just wait until he finds out.

Probably the best at drawing out of all of them, he just has the gift of art and abuses it. His journal has a ton of different doodles

All three suck at Mario Kart but still play it together, yes it ends up with Kevin and Noah fighting while Milo wins the race

Marble Hornets

Tim is so tired of everyone, all the time. If given the choice he will mentally destroy everyone but Brian says no.

Definitely can quote all of Hamilton and says he would play Aaron Burr just so because he knows all his lines. He's a silent theater nerd

Brian is a loud theater nerd, one time he yelled at Alex "You see the stage to your left? Keep walking till you hit a wall."

Whenever he comes to practice with Tim he'll have two of the same drinks so he can give one to Tim.

Jay is so dumb, bless his soul. He forgets words and just randomly replaces them to the men's horror. "I wanted to have eggs for breakfast but I couldn't find my Skittle"

Tim and Alex are the only ones that understand him, but Alex makes fun of him "You mean skillet?"

Alex get picked on so much by them, Tim calls him cringe and he'll cry in the bathroom for 15 minutes before saying a comeback

He is for sure one of the most sarcastic jerk you would ever meet even if he tried to be nice

Poor Jessica is just standing there the whole time, she's the single mother of three sons and she knows it.

Both her and Amy are so tired of trying to keep the men from getting arrested when they're recording

[girljeremystrong]

✨️ read them before the adaptation! ✨️

homeland elegies by ayad akhtar

truly incredible book, one of the best i’ve ever read. part family drama, part social essay, part picaresque adventure — at its heart, it is the story of a father, a son, and the country they both call home.

black buck by mateo askaripour

very fun book where a lot happens all the time. a satirical debut novel about a young man given a shot at stardom as the lone black salesman at a mysterious, cult-like, and wildly successful startup where nothing is as it seems.

the art of fielding by chad harbach

such a wonderful book about two co-dependent friends. at a small school in michigan, baseball star henry seems destined for big league stardom, but when a routine throw goes disastrously off course, the fates of five people are upended.

the nickel boys by colson whitehead

absolutely incredible book. one innocent mistake sends elwood to the nickel academy, a chamber of horrors, where abuse is rife. stunned to find himself in this vicious environment, elwood tries to hold on to hope, but his fellow inmate and new friend turner thinks he’s naive.

tin man by sarah winman

a perfect beautiful & sad love story. ellis and michael are twelve when they first become friends, and then one day this closest of friendships grows into something more. fast forward a decade, ellis is married to annie, and michael is nowhere in sight. what happened in the years between?

interior chinatown by charles yu

a truly beautiful and unique book. willis wu doesn’t perceive himself as the protagonist in his own life: he’s merely ‘generic asian man’, always he is relegated to a prop. he dreams of being 'kung fu guy’ — the most respected role that anyone who looks like him can attain. or is it?

shuggie bain by douglas stuart

very sad but very good. the unforgettable story of young hugh "shuggie" bain, a sweet and lonely boy who spends his 1980s childhood in run-down public housing in glasgow.

nothing to see here by kevin wilson

a great book that’s also very sweet.  a moving and uproarious novel about a woman who finds meaning in her life when she begins caring for two children with remarkable and disturbing abilities (they spontaneously combust when they get agitated).

a gentleman in moscow by amor towles

a novel about a man who is ordered to spend the rest of his life inside a luxury hotel, in an attic room while some of the most tumultuous decades in russian history are unfolding outside the hotel’s doors.

we begin at the end by chris whitaker

this book is so good. read it. a fortysomething-year-old sheriff and a thirteen-year-old girl may not seem to have a lot in common. but when trouble arrives they will be unable to do anything but usher it in, arms wide closed.

the great believers by rebecca makkai

beautiful and sad and dazzling. a novel of friendship and redemption in the face of tragedy and loss set in 1980s chicago and contemporary paris.

age of vice by deepti kapoor

big succession vibes. equal parts crime thriller and family saga,it is an intoxicating novel of gangsters and lovers, false friendships, forbidden romance, and the consequences of corruption. binge-worthy entertainment at its literary best.

tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow by gabrielle zevin

two friends-often in love, but never lovers-come together as creative partners in the world of video game design, where success brings them fame, joy, tragedy, duplicity, and, ultimately, a kind of immortality.

the nightingale by kristin hannah

the story of two sisters caught up in occupied france during the second world war and their struggle to survive and resist.

sea of tranquility by emily st. john mandel

a novel of art, time travel, love and plague that takes the reader from vancouver island in 1912 to a dark colony on the moon five hundred years later, unfurling a story of humanity across centuries and space.

the guncle by steven rowley

a warm and deeply funny novel about a once-famous sitcom star whose unexpected family tragedy leaves him with his niece and nephew. very sweet.

razorblade tears by s.a. crosby

two ex-cons with little else in common other than a love for their dead sons, band together in their desperate desire for revenge.

washington black by esi edugyan

washington balck is an eleven-year-old field slave who knows no other life than the barbados sugar plantation where he was born. then his master's eccentric brother chooses him to be his manservant. it tells a story of friendship and betrayal, love and redemption, of a world destroyed and made whole again.

exit west by mohsin hamid

in a country teetering on the brink of civil war, two young people meet. they embark on a furtive love affair and are soon cloistered in a premature intimacy by the unrest roiling their city. when it explodes, as the violence escalates, nadia and saeed decide that they no longer have a choice, they find a door and step through.

sorrow and bliss by meg mason

martha knows there is something wrong with her but she doesn't know what it is. the story is narrated in the aftermath of martha and patrick’s separation, when she is thinking back over her life and trying to understand it, and herself.

maybe you should talk to someone by lori gottlieb

gottlieb invites us into her world as both clinician and patient, examining the truths and fictions we tell ourselves and others as we teeter on the tightrope between love and desire, meaning and mortality, guilt and redemption, terror and courage, hope and change.

the family chao by lan samantha chang

the residents of haven, wisconsin, have dined on the fine chao restaurant’s delicious food for thirty-five years, happy to ignore any unsavory whispers about the family owners. but when brash, charismatic, and tyrannical patriarch leo chao is found dead―presumed murdered―his sons discover that they’ve drawn the exacting gaze of the entire town.

crying in h mart by michelle zauner

a memoir about growing up korean american, losing her mother, and forging her own identity.

young mungo by douglas stuart

growing up in a housing estate in glasgow, mungo and james are born under different stars--mungo a protestant and james a catholic--and they should be sworn enemies if they're to be seen as men at all, yet against all odds, they become best friends.

[daisyvisions]

Kevin Moon Masterlist ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

Series ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

➤ to be written…

One-shots ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

➤ The Sex Crisis (to be written…)

➤ Kinktober Day 27 - Mutual Masturbation

Blurbs & Requests ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

➤ You & I (face riding)

➤ The Worst Kind of Dream (squirting)

➤ Bump & Love (rubbing) **

➤ Kevin's Kinks and Turn-ons

➤ [11:38PM] - Close to You (k.m)

Others ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

➤ to be written…

Hard Hours ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

➤ under construction 🚧

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[kariachi]

Quick pokemon au fic. Kwarrel Lives, Kevin gets to be the Sun/Moon protag, it's a whole thing.

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It wasn’t that Kevin was unappreciative, or failed to understand the situation. He knew how lucky he was, given his situation, to have a trustworthy adult take him in. After so long alone on the streets, tossed out before he even got a shot at getting his junior license and ostracized for his powers by those around him, just finding a decent adult had seemed like a worthless pipedream. There was such a strong belief that any kid his age running around alone must be a trainer, the good adults that did take notice of him never even seemed to consider that he might need more than a pat on the shoulder and maybe a free item he couldn’t use. And that was assuming they had anything to give themselves. Proper homelessness was far from common on top of it, and those who were typically weren’t in any sort of place to take a kid under their wing.

Kwarrel had been an exception. His issue had been that escaping from prison didn’t leave you with much more than the clothes on your back, and you shed those as soon as you could. Mentally, emotionally, he’d been in a good enough place to take a random streetbrat under his wing, to be able to give him the best care possible under their poor circumstances. And certainly, he’d been the first Kevin’d met to invite him along when he managed to drag himself up and out. Kevin hadn’t been about to say no, not to the only proper adult guardian he’d ever had in his life and the promise of maybe being able to get a safe and stable home. Maybe. Hopefully. That it meant travelling all the way to Alola of all regions, well, it was the price to pay to not be alone, scared, and struggling anymore.

And he understood that the reason they were going all the way to Alola was because Kwarrel was a wanted man who had finally managed to get the shit he needed together to flee the region with a young ward in tow. That it had taken a lot of work, a lot of pulling strings with the sort of people Kwarrel didn’t even want him in the same building as, to get them both out there with fake papers to allow them something like a normal life. That he’d done a lot of things Kevin wasn’t supposed to know about to pay their way and get them temporary housing in a Pokecenter.

Kwarrel’s Unovan license had totally been legitimate when he brought it into City Hall to swap for an Alola one. He was just without a team because his Tauros had recently died. They needed to stay at the Pokecenter because the move had been last minute. He’d been a stay-at-home-dad for the last few years- let that and their ‘I don’t want to talk about it’s fill in any gaps about why the sudden move with nothing to their names- and was looking forward to getting back to work once he found something. Kevin didn’t have records because he’d been homeschooled, but he was looking forward to finally getting his junior license and seeing what Alola had to offer.

They were a mostly normal family, with a tragic but normal backstory. Something that would keep the locals offering the helping hands they sorely needed while not looking too deep into things. All they had to do was keep on mostly on the straight and narrow, don’t draw unnecessary attention, be as normal as they were able. As long as they kept their heads down, they wouldn’t have any problems.

Kevin just wasn’t exactly good at keeping his head down, was the thing. Between his powers and his bold, rebellious nature, it just didn’t come easily to him. Even when he tried, fate tended to conspire against him, pulling him into trouble and the spotlight one way or another.

When, a week after their arrival, he’d followed an invitation to a village in the jungle by the local professor and ‘Kahuna’- an act and promise of support for the newcomer child who had clearly been through much and needed what hey could give- it would turn out that he certainly hadn’t manage to leave fate behind.

[t3kandson]

Choose Me……

Word count; 2, 038

Fandom; The Boyz, DKB & A.C.E.

Pairing; Reader X Kim Sunwoo, Reader X Yang Heechan & Reader X Lee Donghun.

Characters; Kim Sunwoo, Lee Donghun, Yang Heechan, Moon Kevin, Lee Hyunjae and Kim Younghoon. Mentions Son Youngjae.

Warning; Angst, Jealousy, Arguments, Depression, Alcohol consumption.

Notes; Chapter 10/10 earlier Chapters found here

Series Written for @lidongsa

Taglist @ilovechanhee

Donghun threw you his hoodie to hide your tear stained face as you emerged from the hotel room. He had been silent as you had sobbed on his shoulder but some of your tears was for him and Heechan. Tears because they both was pained at Sunwoo’s choice, tears that despite knowing how much Donghun loved you he was comforting your tears for another man. You didn’t know what Sunwoo’s departure from this relationship would mean for you, Heechan and Donghun. Would they both decide they also didn’t want to continue? Would you be forced to choose? Could you choose? If crunch came to choosing just one from the three who would you pick?

You closed your eyes refusing to let your mind wander, Heechan promised he would fix it so you had to trust him. Heechan would fix your relationship like he had with Donghun, he was your glue to this crazy new world.

Cae was awaiting when you arrived back to your apartment, her face told her she was aware. Her outreached arms had you fall into them as she held your sobs. “He left me,” you cried as she pulled you in. “I know and he’s a twat,” she replied comforting you. Your tear flow was slowed when Donghun’s phone rang. “Heechan,” you heard him mutter as he walked into the corridor, shutting your door to take the call in private. Cae sat you down as she brought the blanket to you, before making her way to the fridge in search for the left over soju. Your birthday celebration feeling like it was a long time ago.

She poured a couple of shots once she reached the sofa, passing you one as you hastily took it letting it burn your throat. “Another?,” she asked as you offered her your empty glass to refill.

By the time you drank your fourth, you started feeling your head swarm as the door went. Cae bolted to answer, it your heart hoping for Sunwoo was dashed when you found Kevin instead. “Sorry,” he said as he made his way to the sofa to sit by your side as Cae fetched another glass. “We drinking our sorrows?” he softly asked smiling. “Have you seen him?” you asked as he gently nodded. “Where is he?” You croaked as the tears began to start flowing again. “He’s at home sobbing just like you are,” he replied. “He’s really hurting Suchan he hasn’t taken this decision lightly,” he adds. “Why didn’t he tell me that, why a note?” You cried. “Because he knew you would all plead with him to stay, he doesn’t want to share you and he knows you can’t choose. He just didn’t want to make you pick,” he explained as Cae filled the shots up once more. “He just didn’t want to hurt you any more then he had to,” Kevin added smiling softly as he took his shot. “Come on hun, let’s drink the pain away today ok,” he said smiling placing his cup for a refill.

You had lost the ability to think, the shots doing their trick as you collapsed on the sofa. The words of Cae and Kevin now mixed with Donghun and Heechan. The words to ask Heechan to plead with him to say the words you wanted to hear of Sunwoo’s return couldn’t fall. You knew he was long gone and no doubt even as a friend as you closed your eyes to the inaudible words around you. It wasn’t long before you felt some arms pull you into their chest. Tears falling from your eyes at your despair as you felt them carry you to your bed. Your mind too distraught you couldn’t even work out who was carrying you. But as the blankets slipped up, you felt two body’s engulf you, it told you that you was with your remaining two boyfriends.

You woke to Donghun’s concerned eyes and Heechan tossing some paracetamol into your hands as he waved the glass of orange juice in your view. “Morning sweetie,” Heechan said with concern on his face as you offered him a weak smile. “Thanks,” you managed to choke out as you threw the pills to the back of your throat letting the tangy liquid push the capsule down. “How you feeling?” Donghun asked concerned. “Like my world has stopped,” you replied hurting at the painful expression falling on Donghun’s face. “Sorry I know you hate that I’m hurting over him,” you said smiling at him softly. “I hate that your hurting full stop more,” he said taking your hand to press a kiss on it. “I’m sorry I couldn’t change his mind,” Heechan said as you closed your eyes not wanting to hear the final nail in the coffin to your relationship with Sunwoo. “Thanks for trying,” you said pained as you forced your pain from there view.

Weeks had passed, Sunwoo’s absence not being any easier, your relationship with Heechan and Donghun slightly fraught. Their annoyance that you still held onto Sunwoo fracturing your relationship. Every advance they had made separately and together brushed off. Having sex in a relationship with out him would feel like the final goodbye, so you pushed it further away so you didn’t have to accept. Sunwoo’s unread messages being a daily reminder how you wasn’t even friends.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Donghun spat out over dinner three months since Sunwoo left. Your head snapped up at him with confusion. “What do you mean?” You asked feeling numb at the fear of his next words. “Theirs one thing sharing you, theirs another dating someone who’s acting like she’s dead,” he said tossing his fork on to his plate. You blinked at him not understanding his words, or rather refusing to accept them. “I don’t understand,” you stuttered asking on the belief and hope something else was his intention. “Suchan you was only ever with me and Heechan so you could be with Sunwoo and now he’s gone your not interested,” he cried out pain etched on his face. “No, no that’s not true, I loved all of you,” you defended. “Are you telling me that you would be reacting just like this if it was me that left?” He asked tilting his head. “You know I would, I was miserable when I thought I lost you,” you explained, your hands reaching for his. “You still slept with them though, you still acted alive even if you was slightly struggling. You can barely let us touch you,” Donghun choked, your eyes widened at his words. “Wait so this is about sex because I’m not pulling out?” You choked with anger. “Yes, no, maybe, look you don’t even touch us even our kisses are emotionless, like we don’t even matter,” he said his face reddening slightly.

“We? Does Heechan feel the same?” You scoffed hurt with his analyst despite acknowledging you was pushing them away.

Heechan had just come out the bathroom from his shower, your eyes taking to him. “Is this how you feel?” You shout out to him as he looks taken back with your attack. “Heechan won’t ever tell you because he knows he’s even less on your list,” Donghun says as Heechan looks further lost to the conversation. “How fucking dare you Lee Donghun, I love all of you the same,” you scream out to him. “Bullshit,” he screams slamming his fist down on to the table. “I’ll prove it, I’m done like Sunwoo. I’m not sharing you,” he says tossing the plate to the floor smashing it as your startled, standing back as Heechan makes his way to you. “What the fuck man,” Heechan calls out towards Donghun.

“Suchan you can have any of us, Sunwoo will take you back if you go running to him to be with just him, Me too,” he says standing up. “Choice is up to you Suchan but this, what ever we was, has come to an end, let’s see who you really love,” he growls with tears falling from his eyes as he stares at you pain crippling him. “Take that back Donghun, please take that back,” Heechan pleads placing his hand on the coat he has picked up. “Stop being scared Heechan, living a life with her just to share her isn’t worth it, we’re worth better then this,” he said in to his watery eyes. “I love her enough to never fuck her up to make her choose,” Heechan seethes. “Then you don’t love yourself enough mate,” Donghun adds as his eyes take to you one last time before leaving the apartment.

Your anger calms once the door slammed behind him realising you had to choose, The choice had been forced upon you. Your heart felt like it was suffocating, your head swarming with panic. You didn’t want to choose, you was sure you didn’t even have it in you and here you was being forced. You looked to Heechan the last remaining Boyfriend, his eyes was tear fallen as he looked at you fear in his eyes.

“Sweetie, Sweetie,” Heechan’s panicky voice clicked in front of you to get your attention from the feeling of being punched in the guts. “I can fix this, let me fix this. I’ll speak to Donghun, I’ll speak to them both,” Heechan pleads cupping your face. “He’s right, Sunwoo too. Heechan I’m not being fair to all of you I have to choose,” you cry out knowing that Heechan can’t fix this this time. You have to find a way to fix this horrible mess, even if it will hurt two of them in the process.

“Omg this sucks, really sucks,” Hyunjae says as you sit on his and Younghoon sofa having run to them for peace from them both. Within minutes of Sunwoo knowing the whole relationship had fallen and that he could win you back, your phone had been bleeping with pleads from him. Hiding at Hyunjae’s was the only safe space you can find where no one would find you. Youngjae wasn’t good at secrets so Cae’s wasn’t an option. Any of Donghun or Heechan’s friends would give your location up. Kevin lived with one of the men you needed peace from. Hyunjae was both yours and Sunwoo’s friend and you knew he wouldn’t give your location up easy, Younghoon neither. “I’m sorry for encouraging you and Sunwoo to you know,”, “have sex,” you added for him. “Yeah that,” he winced pulling you into hug you. “You didn’t know that things was going to get complicated,” you said reassuring him. “However, I can’t hide you forever, someone will visit and find you here,” he smiled softly. “I just need enough time to think,” you smiled back. “Well I’m team Sunwoo you know that,” he teased brushing his shoulder into yours.

“But seriously their must be one of them you love more then the other,” he asked. “And don’t tell me you don’t, because I bet there’s one that makes you feel complete when their with you. One that makes you feel absent when there not, that can love your faults and not play to your whim and will help you reach everything you need with a hand and not a push,” he smiled lacing his fingers with yours.

Two days you had sat in Hyunjae and Younghoon’s apartment thinking which of the three you had to choose. When you woke from the dream that left you waking with tears, that it wasn’t real you knew who you had chosen. Your fingers tapping at the screen, your heart in your throat as you messaged them.

‘We need to talk, 12pm at mine,’

You barely waited five minutes before the reply hit your inbox.

‘Ok I’ll be there’

It was 12pm where was he? Your floor was being rubbed by your feet pacing up and down you was sure. Your mind swarming over what you was going to say to the other two. Panic attacking you as you thought of there sorrow but they must have know like you did deep down that one day you would have to choose.

Your heart went into panic mode as the door buzzed, your hands shakily opening to the face of the man you had finally chosen.

Yang Heechan Kim Sunwoo Lee Donghun

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[otnesse]

The latest Suicide Squad game is out, and I've already heard about what they did with Batman, in what was Kevin Conroy's final role for the Caped Crusader before he died from Cancer, at least regarding the Arkhamverse.

I'll be blunt... this was bar none the most disrespectful sendoff for Conroy's role in the Arkham series, the most disrespectful sendoff for ANY character in ANY franchise, period. Yes, it was even far more of a disrespectful sendoff than the Pokemon episode Gotta Catch Ya Later regarding Misty's sendoff. As bad as Misty's sendoff was where she was up and out FORCED to resume gym leading duties by her sisters due to them accepting a three month cruise from a raffle (oh, and ALSO making a pure mockery of the gym leaders in AG, BW, and to an extent DP by either making them complete wimps who with one or two exceptions utterly lose to rookies, or in the case of DP only becoming a challenge at the expense of Ash and Pikachu having a downgrade in skill level. A mix of both regarding BW), at least she wasn't up and out shot like a dog after entering a lame exchange with Jessie (and they at least FIXED that bit with To Be a Pokemon Master as well as XY and Sun and Moon by having Misty actually resuming her journey, and even simply making the Gym Leaders competent WITHOUT detracting from Ash OR Pikachu's competence.), while Batman effectively got THAT treatment via Harley Quinn (and since Conroy's... you know, dead from Cancer, and Batman and the other Justice League members, as indicated by the title, are ALSO dead, there's literally NO chance at fixing that). Heck, even Luke in The Last Jedi got a far more respectful sendoff than Batman did (at least Luke sacrificed his life to ensure Rey and the others escaped). The very plotline of them even KILLING superheroes (especially superheroes who literally were BRAINWASHED into becoming pawns of Braniac and thus technically were innocent of what happened) was already bad enough, but considering this is literally Kevin Conroy's final role as Batman, and they STILL elected to keep this in even AFTER he died and went cold, this comes off as just disrespectful even above that bit.