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[no1frankmillerhater]

My ponderings on Michelle's vigilante outift

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i really like jazz/cliffjumper because theyre both super protective and competent but also they're def a grumpy/sunshine pair! maybe they keep trying to have a romantic moment but silly autobot shenanigans keep getting in the way X)

this ended up very much not silly 😭 it's probably a bit darker than you wanted, and for that i sincerely apologize. as well as for the fact this is 2 WEEKS LATE?? IM SORRYYYYYY.... i really hope this is still enjoyable, regardless.... once again recommending this be read on ao3 becauseeee !!!!

“It’s really not that bad,” Jazz assures, grinning a little grin.

It does nothing to improve Cliffjumper’s mood. In fact, it makes it worse. He is, after all, currently covered head to toe in Jazz’s energon that just won’t stop leaking. The emergency weld he’s attempted to apply wasn’t doing much of anything, merely keeping a small bit of it in. Enough to keep him out of stasis lock, maybe.

Just their luck that they had both been negligent in re-stocking their first aid supplies despite being advised to by the Prime and Prowl both. It didn’t help that they were also stranded out in the middle of nowhere with no hope of getting back home before the day ended, as had been the original plan. Nothing had stuck to the plan, and to top it all off, Jazz still had that vaguely smug look and air to him: the kind that usually got them both into more trouble rather than out of it.

Cliffjumper would know: it’s how this entire thing started, depending on how you looked at it. They’d met in a little outpost in the dumps of Protihex: Cliffjumper, a seasoned mercenary unable to rise in the ranks because of his impulsive nature; Jazz, a rising star. A bright, shining star.

That grin — so confident, so shameless in bravado — had infuriated Cliffjumper like nothing else. It poked and probed at his little wounds of insecurity, huffing and grumbling the entire time they were stationed together. Their first heist had been a proper shitfest, going to slag in no time at all. And yet, Jazz just kept on grinning with pure swagger, acting like it was a typical day — which, now that Cliffjumper has gotten to know him better, probably should have been his indicator to run away.

But he didn’t.

He’s put his life into the hands of Jazz time and time again, caution to the wind. It’s a memory he usually looks upon fondly, but right now? — That smile was helping no one.

Now that the initial panic has worn off a bit, Cliffjumper’s just. Tired. Tired and irritable beyond measure because Jazz just keeps saying that stupid, stupid line; that everyone was going to be okay. He seemed so — so unfazed by everything, and Cliffjumper just. Couldn’t. The terror and panic are too intertwined, worst-case scenarios floating around and knocking on the walls of his head.

Jazz could develop an infection — he could already have one brewing. The gaping hole in his arm may as well have been a welcome mat to all sorts of gunk to float around in his energon lines. Slag. Slag, slag, slag.

So yeah. Cliffjumper was angry. And sure, maybe he was also just pouting because of the fact that Jazz seemed so damn ignorant and oblivious to the why behind Cliffjumper’s agitation. It wasn’t his fault, of course not, but — sue him for getting a little irrational. He’s been through a lot already.

Gaze fixed on the window, watching the wind blow by, Cliffjumper mumbles, “Stop saying that.” It’s said absentmindedly, the minibot already having exhausted the words by now. They hardly meant anything at all when the other refused to listen. “And would you quit squirming around so much? I already have enough of your blood on me.”

“Someone’s grouchy,” Jazz jokes, but for the first time since this fiasco started, his words are a little less lofty. They’ve softened to something more muted, as if he was biting back pain. “I don’t get why you’re so upset, anyways. ‘S not you over here with their arm hanging off the hinge.”

Cliffjumper’s spark lurches.

“Sure, we’re a lil’ lost right now,” Jazz continues, completely oblivious, “with nobody knowing where we are. That’s- that is pretty bad. But just gimme a klik to be right as rain again, and I’m sure I can hack into a signal further out and get us back home safe. Look,” and Cliffjumper does, turning to see Jazz spread his arms out wide. Little droplets of energon spill on to the floor. “We even have a decent shelter to spend the night in, protected from the cold. It’s really and truly not all that bad.”

“I’m not grouchy,” is what Cliffjumper chooses to fixate on, scowling. It was a rather pitiful attempt at a rebuttal, and he knows it. There really wasn’t a single point in denying it, but again — he wasn’t thinking too rationally.

Of all the times for Jazz to be the one talking sense. It only highlights just how- how childish he’s being right now. He even recognizes how petulant his tone is, but he can’t help digging his heels in a little further. “We were supposed to be back by noon today. At this rate, we won’t even make it there by tomorrow…”

He crosses his arms; chews his lip. Bounces his leg a bit, the rattling of metal chorused by the howling wind outside that’s only been getting louder.

“Ookay…” Jazz’s head slumps back against the wall he’s been leaning against for the past couple of hours now. Confusion has the plates of his face pulled together, mouth screwed up into a contemplative frown. “And what’s so bad about that? I mean, besides the obvious. I get wantin’ to be home — I could really use a solvent shower myself — but you keep making a big fuss about tomorrow specifically. What’s so special?”

That stings. It really, really does. But again — it’s not Jazz’s fault for being clueless. He probably just forgot or figured that Cliffjumper wasn’t one to care.

He’s… Well. He’s not too sure how to feel about that.

Squirming, Cliffjumper turns his face away. “Just forget about it. It doesn’t matter.”

“Clearly it does,” Jazz counters. He’s not able to move from where he rests, but he tries anyway, awkwardly shuffling forward, not nearly mindful enough of his busted arm. He keeps going until he’s close enough to cup Cliffjumper’s face in his hand.

“Hey,” he says, brushing a thumb over the point where Cliffjumper’s optic ridges meet. “There’s the bot I know and love. Mind tellin’ me what’s got you so sad, lover? What’s so important about tomorrow, huh?”

It doesn’t surprise Cliffjumper that his partner’s able to read between the lines, sifting through the anger and finding sadness in its place. Anyone else would just say he was being unreasonable and moody, brushing his concerns away and giving him space.

If only Jazz could use some of that social intelligence to get a clue.

No, that wasn’t fair. He is the one acting unreasonable here.

Holding Jazz’s hand with his own, relishing in the contact, Cliffjumper heaves a weary sigh. “It’s stupid.”

It really, really was. He had felt stupid and foolish planning it, so naturally, that meant the entire thing was silly to be so hung up on. It just. Sucked. But there were more pressing matters at hand, so. Yeah. It’s stupid.

“Can’t be,” Jazz immediately dismisses the very notion, looking oh so serious as he brings himself a little closer. “If it matters to you, it matters to me. So spill.”

So, so patient. But what can Cliffjumper even say? It’s- it’s hard. The words won’t even form in his head, stuck. His plans have been turned to dust, their disappearance no doubt ruining things for others as well. He’s gone and mucked things up.

All that bravado, all that shameless optimism, didn’t mean anything when Cliffjumper was staring into the face of reality. There was no way in hell Jazz would be pulling himself together enough to somehow go out and find a signal to bring them home. The truth of the matter is, they’re screwed. Royally. The Seekers on their trail were probably still out there even now, scrounging the terrain for the smallest sign of them. Being flight frames, they were built for weather like this better than the two of them combined, putting them at a severe disadvantage.

They’re just sitting ducks here in an abandoned hanger, missing in action.

It’s hard — lying when Jazz is staring at him so earnestly, so lovingly. But he does it anyway, gently taking the other’s hand off his face in a rather embarrassed scramble. He turns away once more, the tacky feel of dried energon on his hands and face making his tanks roll. “It’s really nothing, just me being me. Let’s just get some sleep, yeah? We’ll figure out what to do in the morning.”

A flash, just a little pinprick. Still, it’s enough for Cliffjumper to feel the disappointment and worry Jazz is feeling. He’s not satisfied or happy with his lack of an answer backed by deflection, his frown furrowing.

“If you say so,” he whispers, sounding a little lost as he scoots backwards, hand falling back into his lap.

The minibot feels bad, he really does. But explaining would only make the both of them feel even more miserable. There was no helping it, either, so it feels futile and silly to explain that tomorrow was meant to be perfect, something special. Something for just the two of them. Worse, there was the chance of Jazz laughing at him for it. Not malicious, just — there was always a chance, and Cliffjumper doesn’t think he can take that chance. Not now. His notorious temper would jumpe out, and…

Anyway, it wasn’t worth thinking about anymore. Not when Jazz didn’t seem to have a single clue as to what was going on. Lingering on the what-could-have-beens of life only filled you with further disappointment — the war that managed to scale across planets was proof of that.

Smiling weakly, Cliffjumper gets up and grabs the discarded tarp they had found earlier, pulling it around them both.

Soon enough, he falls asleep to the sound of Jazz’s idle systems.

Cliffjumper eyes the items scattered across his berth critically, a hand dramatically tapping against his chin.

The fourteenth day of the second month in the Terran calendar — Valentine’s Day. Just a couple of days away now.

It wasn’t really Cliffjumper’s thing, not at all. Parties of any kind were great — fun even, don’t get him wrong. He loved a good party, and Jazz’s so often were. But Valentine’s Day in particular was just so… mushy. It turned even the most stoic of people into a lovey-dovey mess, all heart-eyed and- and. Gross. If there was anything Cliffjumper hated about Earth culture, Valentine’s Day was probably high up on that list. So much white, pink, and red, everything heart-shaped…

And yet.

For the umpteenth time, Cliffjumper rearranges the order of the lined up items, as if that would somehow give him the answers to everything in the universe.

The plan was kind of simple, admittedly. He couldn’t exactly stop Jazz, in all his bright-optic glory, from planning out a party for everyone that would no doubt last the entire day. However, he could drag him away near the end for a private moment for just the two of them. There, he’d break out that Polyhexian high-grade Sideswiped brewed; get out all those snacks Jazz loved — those neon ones that Cliffjumper himself hated. Then they’d put on one of those cheesy Earth films Jazz was so fond of…

Giddy, Cliffjumper messes with the ribbon on the gift basket. Again.

It was. It was a plan, alright. A hastily-crafted one that had dawned on him just yesterday, leaving him scrambling to get everything together. Cliffjumper wasn’t used to being the one to plan things, his designation being a testament to that. But. Well. Outside his usual comfort zone or not, he feels like he needs to take the initiative more, to show that he loves Jazz just as much as he loves him.

This wasn’t like his past relationships, full of uncertainty and inevitable fighting when they are unable to see eye-to-eye. Jazz is different. When no one else seems to get it, Jazz does. He always, always does.

Despite all the fighting, despite the insults and berating, they just. Work. They’d always been at odds with each other; Cliffjumper accusing and downright questioning Jazz’s authority as Special Ops head; Jazz bearing it all with a slag-eating grin and thinly-veiled threats of his own. Yet they kept on coming back to each other like magnets, ice thawing and giving way to something warm and vibrant.

So yeah. The plan.

It’s cheesy, mushy, and even a little clumsy. But above all else, it’s oh so perfect, the exact kind of thing Jazz likes. It might not be as extravagant and gaudy as the type of parties Jazz is always the life of, but that was the thing: Jazz liked those things, sure, but he loved the clichéd type of tenderness that Earth films were so chock-full of. And with faux resistance, Cliffjumper can admit that he also likes the quiet and subdued moments the most. When it’s just the two of them. He likes being able to exist in the same space as Jazz, sharing their love for pop cultural references and bad special effects.

Cliffjumper smiles to himself.

Then he grimaces.

Right. Making sure everything goes well is easier said than done. Especially when trying to keep the entire thing a secret from the base’s number one saboteur. And everyone else, for that matter.

Not that it meant much when Sideswipe had gone and fucking told everyone.

The engex — he had just left for the engex. He’d been putting it off for a while now because he knew something like this would happen, but now there was no helping it; Valentine’s Day was just around the corner, and it was the last thing he needed. Triple-checking things had just been him stalling.

Now here he is, slinking around the corridors and scowling the further he goes. The grins everyone kept flashing his way were so smug that he knew it in his spark that the entire base was aware of his plans now.

Question is, how did Sideswipe figure it out? Because there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that it was Sideswipe who had figured it out and spread it around. It was always one of the twins.

Not bothering to knock, Cliffjumper pretty much pries the door of the twins’ suite open, barreling through.

“Sideswipe,” he greets, all teeth.

Atop his bunk berth, hands and face being the only thing visible over the rail, Sideswipe flashes him an equally wolfish look. “Cliffjumper.”

Sunstreaker doesn’t even bother acknowledging him, face pressed into the pages of his sketchbook.

“Mind explaining the grins everyone’s been giving me today?”

“Mmm.” Sideswipe pretends to consider it, tapping a finger against his lips. “No.”

What Cliffjumper wouldn’t give to knock the smile right off his face. Alas, this entire thing was set up perfectly tipped in the other’s favor. Speaking of which…

“You already know why I’m here, don’t you?”

“Yep!” Sideswipe chirps, lifting up a bottle of engex. It was, to Cliffjumper’s annoyance, just out of reach even if he were to attempt climbing up the ladder.

The minibot sighs. “Should I even ask how you know?”

Wide-eyed, Sideswipe asks, “Do you want to know?”

That was a definite no, then. “Just give it to me.”

Sideswipe shakes his head. “Not so fast, Casanova-bot, you. You’re practically burning the rubber clear off your tires.”

“Sideswipe.”

“Remind me again what you need this Polyhexian engex for? Just to make sure we’re on the same page, of course” Sideswipe says, putting emphasis on the word as his grin grows impossibly wider. Cheeky slagger was lazily holding the bottle now, as if it were of no consequence to him if he were to drop it. “Because last time I checked, you don’t even like the taste of this stuff. Like, at all. You make this face that says you’re about to spit it all back up whenever I so much as dare you to try it. So what use could you possibly have for this lil’ ol’ bottle here? It’s rather suspicious, if you ask me.”

“How curious, indeed,” Sunstreaker chimes in, not even looking up from his sketchpad as he nods his head along, all sage-like. “It would almost seem like our dear little Cliffjumper is trying to impress someone.”

Cliffjumper can feel the coolant pooling into his face, fans kicking on a notch higher. He makes a rather futile grab for the bottle. He, of course, fails. “Shut up! Shut up and give it to me, or I’m siccing Prowl on you both.”

Annoyingly, neither of the twins look all that concerned with his threat. Sideswipe just peers down at Sunstreaker, giving him a Look. The minibot doesn’t even have to see their faces to know they’re both unimpressed, the disappointed clicking of their tongues confirming it.

“But Cliffjumper,” Sideswipe drawls, “you’re already an accomplice here, you know? You went days knowing about our not-too-legal habits before reporting anything. For shame, Cliff, for shame. Not to mention the fact you’ll have to explain to Prowl just how exactly you know about this all in the first place. How I envy you.”

“For the love of— just. Just give it, would you?”

“No.”

‘Not until you say it’ was the pesky unsaid bit to that sentence. Cliffjumper narrows his eyes.

Thinking on the fly, he retorts with, “I’m already late for a meeting.”

“With who? Jazz?”

“No, with Optimus. So unless you want to be the ones to explain to him why I failed to adhere to our appointment…”

A pause. Again, the twins look at each other.

Reluctantly, Sideswipe lowers his arm, giving the minibot the chance to snatch the bottle. “Tch, spoilsport.”

“And yet, still the winner!” Cliffjumper calls over his shoulder, quickly making his exit. The last thing he wanted was for either of them to question him even further. The fact that he was let go so quickly in itself was a miracle.

Ah, well. Engex secured, Cliffjumper makes his way back to his suite, poking his head in to make sure Jazz isn’t nearby. Failing to spot the saboteur, he quickly stashes the bottle with the rest of his things. He had to give himself a little pat on the back for the fact that Jazz was still oblivious to his hiding place. Surprising Jazz was always an uphill battle in which he usually failed, so any victory was precious.

The problem with lying, though, is that somehow, it always comes back to bite you.

In the middle of deciding which Primus awful movie he wants to start the night with, he actually does get a message from the Prime. Bad sign. Strike two.

Strike three was spotted the second the door to Optimus’ office opened for him.

“Please stop,” Cliffjumper groans, face buried in his hands. “I just got here. I haven’t even taken a seat yet.”

All innocent, Optimus blinks. “Stop what?”

Cliffjumper shoots him a dry look. It doesn’t really accomplish anything, but it does make him feel somewhat better when it gets the Prime to chuckle.

“Alright, alright.” The childish delight dims, everything down to Optimus’s posture turning more rigid. What was once a smile turns into a grimace, his hands clasped in front of him on his desk.

That gets Cliffjumper to sober up as well, taking his seat hesitantly. He already knew he wasn’t going to like what he was about to hear, so he may as well be sitting when it hits.

But before he can say anything, the door opens again, this time Jazz walking in.

Strike four. He was already out, yet the hits kept coming.

Bitter resignation sinks its way into his spark as he purses his lips. He wanted to complain because, really, there’s only one reason why two Special Ops mechs would be in the same room together.

At least Optimus’ face is now crinkled with an apology instead of a knowing smile. “I hate to ask this of you both when I know you’re busy and only recently returned from a mission of your own, but it is unfortunately urgent. Bumblebee and Mirage are still out on a recon mission, and while I wouldn’t consider a task like this to be high-priority—“

“Our experience makes us better candidates,” Jazz finishes for him, face pinched.

“Precisely.” Optimus sighs. Rubs a hand down his face, looking a little ancient. “There have been reports of Seekers terrorizing a small military base near the mountains. They want us to send a couple of mechs out there to take care of it.”

“How long?”

Cliffjumper’s tone must startle Optimus a bit; he pauses, looking nonplussed for a moment. “Well, it’s not too far even for a human vehicle, so I’d say you should be back a day or two after leaving.”

“And when is that?” It comes out a bit more demanding than he means for it to. Nonetheless, Optimus is still oozing with sympathy as he answers.

“Tomorrow,” he says, sheepish.

The silence in the room could kill a mech.

“That’s… sudden.” And Cliffjumper stresses the word, staring the Prime dead in the optics. A bold, careless move, but he knows it gets the true meaning across.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Jazz give him a questioning look that he ignores. Since when did Cliffjumper of all people put up a fuss about getting to beat up some ‘Cons? That was probably in line with what he was thinking.

If Cliffjumper tilts his head and squints a little, he swears the Prime winces. Huh. He can see why Ratchet seems to get a kick out of being the way he is, now.

From there, things only get more and more complicated — maybe. Cliffjumper ends up tuning most of it out, pouting. He figures Jazz will fill him in on the rest at some point, so whatever. Doesn’t change the fact that he’s got no true say on this. Was beating up bots considered romantic? For them, maybe. He doubts others would agree.

“Hey,” Jazz says, stopping in his tracks on their way back to their room. “Is there something going on with you?”

Cliffjumper also slows down, turning back. It was kind of funny, the way Jazz always walked slower so that Cliffjumper could be in the lead despite his disadvantage. “Why do you ask?”

“Uh, hello? Did you not see yourself back there? You’ve been acting weird for the past few days, too.”

Cliffjumper waves him off. “Don’t worry about it. Just had something planned with the other minis, is all. Didn’t wanna miss out on it.”

The feel of Jazz staring at the back of his head could probably burn a hole through it if he let him. Still, Jazz drops the subject for now, even if it’s clear he’s coming to his own conclusions.

It’s discomfortingly quiet as the two of them begin to prepare. So quiet in a way that’s foreign to them both, the mood positively solemn.

It’s enough to make Cliffjumper pause in what he’s doing, smiling as he takes something out of Jazz’s hands and chucks it. Just because.

He gives him a kiss on the cheek when Jazz opens his mouth to protest. “I promise I’m okay. Just a little — exasperated? Tired? It feels like we keep having more and more missions and less and less time together. I mean, I guess we will be together, but.” He shrugs.

“Aw, Cliff. We still got plenty of time right now, you know.” He walks his fingers across the minibot’s arm, making him shiver. He presses closer. Closer, closer, and closer. Lips meet lips. Hands keeping each other close, closer and closer still.

When they part, merely breathing the same air as each other, they both have giddy little grins.

Until the moment is ruined by the shrill beeping of an external communication system. Jazz swears.

“’Hide needs me for something.” Jazz is already moving, picking up a datapad and heading towards the exit. “Don’t wait up for me, ‘kay? Back in a bit!”

Then, he’s gone.

Cliffjumper blinks, suddenly finding himself alone, arms cold.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

The moments up until the mission are. Dull. Painfully dull. Somehow they only ever seem to be busy, hardly seeing each other. They don’t even have much time to go over the plan together, hitting the road as soon as it’s morning.

Now, Cliffjumper wouldn’t call himself a morning person, even on the best of days. And this — this wasn’t even close to a good day to begin with, so.

From the off-road ground to the ice, to the painful white all around, holy Primus — it was all bad and soured Cliffjumper’s mood even further.

“C’mon, sourpuss, you’re practically going 10mph right now,” Jazz whines, meters ahead, his front wheels swerving a little in his impatience.

Just because he can, Cliffjumper slows down some more.

“You’re doing it on purpose! This is betrayal of the highest degree, Cliffjumper. I hope you know that.”

It’s not exactly possible to roll their eyes in either form, but Cliffjumper does a pretty good impression of it with his windshield wipers. Jazz does the same, only more annoyingly, because that was just how he was.

It makes Cliffjumper laugh, spark spinning faster.

“Isn’t that what being Special Ops is all about? The thrill of adventure, the trickery of it all? C’mon, I know you love it.”

Again, Jazz’s windshield wipers turn on, but its an action dyed with fondness as he revs his engine, maneuvering himself so that they’re side by side.

The first part of the journey continued much like that, the two of them goofing off and racing after each other, not taking it very seriously. It was just a few measly Seekers, after all — what did they have to fear?

In hindsight, that was definitely a mistake. It made it all too easy to miss the first shot, the ground in front of them exploding, tires shrieking. Brakes straining, momentum fighting against the lack of friction.

The snow devoured sound, even if any bit of color stood out against it. With the wind blowing and carrying even more, they hadn’t known. They hadn’t known a thing.

The reports had been wrong; it wasn’t just the Seekers, but Dirge and his snarly crew as well that greeted them.

The wind and cold were bad for fliers, but it had nothing against the perils of the earth for grounders. It was impossible to stop themselves from sliding out of control, blinded by panic and smoke.

From there, it was pure chaos. Shot after shot, snow flying, debris hitting metal, energon staining the ground.

The worst moment of all plays in slow-motion. Jazz, standing before him, trying to line up the perfect shot before — there wasn’t an arm to fire the gun — mangled, bits flying — Cliffjumper yelling.

It plays and plays, over and over.

Cliffjumper jolts, pushing the tarp off of himself as he scrambles upright, head swiveling back and forth.

Cybertronians don’t need to breathe, but they can overheat to the point of pulling in air too quickly, systems opposing each other.

He gasps, clutching himself. The only thing grounding him, keeping him together, is the warm weight of Jazz against his side, who — somehow — had yet to stir even after the ruckus of the minibot’s awakening.

It makes him a little hopeful at first. Jazz definitely needed his sleep, and the last thing Cliffjumper would ever want to do is disturb that bit of peace. But then clarity sets in and- and-

Desperate hands cradle the saboteur’s face, finding the plates too warm, beads of coolant trailing down. Infection.

“No, no, no, no.” It spills past his lips, something manic and hysterical escaping him in warbled notes as he presses his forehead to Jazz’s much-too-slack face. He pulls his body closer to him, utterly clueless on what to do. “Please, please, please. I still- I need—“

The wind whistles through the walls, rattling the building a bit. It’s worked itself up to a proper snowstorm now, a glance towards the window reveals.

They’re going to die out here, aren’t they?

It’s not fair. It’s not fair at all.

Cliffjumper sobs, holding on a little tighter. He sobs and sobs until there’s nothing left for him to give. Still, Jazz does not stir.

“Okay, okay, gotta- Something. Should be something I can do,” Cliffjumper mumbles to himself, looking around. They didn’t find anything good when they first searched around, but maybe they had missed something? Or was that too hopeful?

Were there any lines still up with all of this snow? There had to be, right? They were close to a military base with their crazy, yet still primitive technology. All he has to do is tap into it and deliver a message.

But…

Cliffjumper looks down at Jazz still resting in his arms, then back towards the window.

Jazz always was a sucker for cheap romance. He just hopes he’ll live to tell the tale.

“I’ll be back in a moment, sweetspark.” He tugs the tarp around Jazz even tighter, making sure he can still properly ventilate. “Don’t die on me, ‘kay?” His smile shakes, words caught in his vocalizer.

It’s what needs to be done, though.

White fills his vision, the howling getting worse as he steps foot outside. It’s cold. It’s frigid and he won’t make it long if he doesn’t keep moving.

So he does, constantly pinging out a signal and hoping something will answer. If it bites, then he can easily re-route his own frequency to match.

Not for the first time, Cliffjumper curses his own frame, wading through multiple feet of snow. It’s near impossible to move through, his HUD flashing with warnings as he tries to beat the odds.

::S.O.S — please! Is there anybody out there!::

Again and again he sends out the distress signal, little boops and beeps that meant something to humans.

The force of the snow bites into his metal. He’s no longer shivering.

::S…O…S… Hanger…? Base… K9-G? No… Twenty miles out…::

He’s slowing down, down, slowing down. Mind lagging behind, thoughts torn and pulled apart. He can’t quite stitch them together, hazy and so slow.

Where- where was Jazz? He wouldn’t just leave him on his own…

But there was just white, no red, black and blue. Just white.

White all around, round, round.

Oh. Cliffjumper had stopped walking. He didn’t even realize. He should keep moving, shouldn’t he? But it was just so hard… And he was tired… So tired. It wouldn’t hurt, would it? To close his eyes and power down? Just for a little bit.

::S…O…S….::

What did that even mean, anyway? He can’t remember why he set it to keep sending out.

Noisy noise fills his head, loud and louder every time his ping is sent out. A constant sound, like someone shaking him. It’s annoying, and he thinks he even says as much. He’s not too sure, though.

Did he resume walking to stop again, or did he never continue to begin with? He’s not sure; his feet stuck and rooted. The word ‘Skyfire’ keeps bouncing around his head. He’s not too sure why.

Where… where was Jazz?

Where…

The white disappears, leaving only darkness.

When Cliffjumper wakes up again, it’s to the sight of Ratchet looming over him, frowning. Not his usual frown, either. It’s deep and worn, tired.

Catching his eye, Ratchet looks over his shoulder, yelling. “He’s awake again, dammit! I told you to enact a forced stasis!”

Cliffjumper must make some sort of noise at that, because then Ratchet’s looking at him again, face pinched with concern. “Just go back to sleep, Cliffjumper. You’re safe now.”

And he does.

He thinks he wakes up. He isn’t too sure.

He knows he wakes up, but the rest is grey. Grey and fuzzy.

He wakes up.

He stays awake.

Ratchet’s there, sitting beside him, looking older than ever.

“I’m not so old that I didn’t hear that.”

Oh. Cliffjumper hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

“It’s the drugs, kid. You’re going to be pretty out of it for a while. That’s what happens when you do reckless things like willingly walking out in a snowstorm.”

Cliffjumper merely blinks, loud and languid. Maybe he should care more, but there’s only one thing on his mind. “Jazz?”

“He lived, thanks to your stupidity. In some ways, I’d say he’s better off than you are. His arm has definitely put him in a rough spot, though. Don’t think he’ll be waking up for a good while.”

That gets the minibot’s attention. “What day is it?”

Ratchet’s face creases into something a little incredulous, but well, that was to be expected. “It’s still the fourteenth,” he answers after a moment, words stiff as he reclines back in his seat. He folds his arms. “Can’t believe you’re still caught up on your little date after nearly joining the Well.” He snorts. “Or maybe I can, considering it’s you two. Not even a close call like that and a near complete internal overhaul can cure whatever you two have.”

“Huh?”

“Jazz woke up for a little bit, also askin’ me what day it was. Crazy kids. You’re lucky your signal managed to be picked up by the military base, and that somewhere in your frozen mind, you remembered to name-drop Skyfire specifically. Locating you was easy enough, and we figured you wouldn’t have left Jazz too far behind. In the nick of time, too; Dirge and the Seekers were still prowling around. Sorry you couldn’t beat them up yourself.”

“Oh.” Cliffjumper settles back into the slab, facing forward as he ruminates on that. Then, “Can I see him?”

“He won’t wake up,” Ratchet warns again, fixing him with a Look.

“Yeah, but can I?”

The silence that follows is broken by a long-suffering sigh. “You are so lucky that we’re not an organic species. You know how much bedrest they require after getting frostbite?”

“Puhhleeeeeaseee can I see Jazz?”

“Yes! God.” Ratchet huffs some more, standing so that he can help Cliffjumper sit up.

Thank Primus for auto-calibrating gyros. Without them, Cliffjumper would have fallen on his aft after the first step alone. Having to lean most of his weight on Ratchet is a small sacrifice to pay in comparison, and he’ll gladly forgo that bit of dignity if it means making sure Jazz is okay.

And miraculously, he is. His arm looks good-as-new, severely contrasting with the image of broken bits flying in the air, of a mangled arm with wires sticking out and pieces of broken hydraulics.

Settling Cliffjumper on a chair close enough to prop himself on Jazz’s slab, Ratchet soon enough leaves, saying, “I’ll give you a moment alone. But if you experience any pain at all, comm me immediately.”

Cliffjumper can’t remember if he answers or not, unable to pry his eyes away from Jazz’s resting face. It’s much more peaceful then it had been in the hanger. Less stressed and worries.

Less like he was putting on a show for his partner’s sake.

“I’m sorry,” Cliffjumper whispers, tracing the lines of Jazz’s face with a finger. “I’m really sorry.”

There’s no answer, but he’s not disappointed. Jazz needed his rest, after all.

Sighing, he leans forward, resting his head between his folded arms. Like this, he can study Jazz’s face even better. Every scar, every trace of repairs.

He can’t help thinking of their first disaster of a mission together. It’d left Jazz with a scar near his lips — a tiny little thing that could easily be missed.

He’s always hated the medbay — both of them. They don’t do well in the quiet, never have. But Cliffjumper doesn’t know what to say to fill it up, so he doesn’t say anything at all. Not until Jazz can hear it for himself.

A look at his chronometer reveals it’s 11p.m. Only an hour left to the day. It had seemed like such a hangup back in the hanger; now, he’s just glad to be alive.

He’s about to doze back into recharge when the sight of a blue visor turning on jolts him back into awareness, a small snort leaving his mouth.

There’s a slightly loopy giggle that follows, and oh, what Cliffjumper wouldn’t give to hear it for the rest of his existence.

“Hey,” he whispers, the word a little muffled against his arms.

“Hey,” Jazz whispers back. It’s hoarse and laced with spitting crackles of static, but it’s Jazz. He shifts his hand, movements clumsy as he locks it around Cliffjumper’s.

There’s so much to say. So, so much. That’s what makes what ends up coming out of his mouth a little silly, in retrospect. “Why’d you ask what day it was?”

When Jazz only gives him a confused look, he clarifies. “Ratchet said you asked what day it was when you first woke up.”

Jazz frowns. “Don’t ‘member that.”

Cliffjumper laughs. “Don’t blame you.”

“Don’t remember, but.” The saboteur rolls his head, giving their intertwined hands a little shake. “’S important to ya. Had to know.”

“You really don’t have a clue, do you?” It’s watery, but full of love, love, love. “You’re such a dense blockhead at times. I love you.”

Jazz’s grin is dopey. “Love ya, too.”

“Go back to bed, you goof. That way, I can finally win by successfully surprising you.”

“Ookayy,” Jazz happily agrees, optics already dimming, shutting close.

Cliffjumper clutches the other’s hand like a lifeline and thinks about how lucky they are and how much he loves this mech. Nothing about today had gone according to plan, but that was okay because they were here and alive.

As soon as Jazz woke up again, he’d shower him in love in the most unashamed way possible.

[valeriele3]

Hihi!

Greetings ~ I'm here to humble ask for a weird request connected to the ask I send earlier. Ehehe.

"what if you Isekai to either CHAU / MDD AU for whole day what will you do?"

Note:

MC could be made as another person / or alternative you

Sorry for the weird request. Hope it's not much too ask. I wanna see what other takes in the AUS. Eheh.

I hope you have a nice day and rng!

Ehehheheeh I wholeheartedly thank you for giving me this chance

Anddd since you put MDD/CH au ofc I picked..Both

Note: Hello this is Val from like idk the future?? (Technically it’ll be past when I post this) I’m so so sorry this took months..! I was very hyped when I got the request but when I actually tried to write everything went ✈️↘️💥

Oh and yeahhh nothing makes sense. I just put whatever stupid thought came to mind and slapped it on there

Warnings: Swearing/Cursing, bad grammar (I literally talk nonstop without breaks in my sentences irl sooo yes. It’s like that whenever I write too) and me being an absolute simp for Ritsu

MDD AU

“Ah..Ahahah..AHAHAHAHHAH! YESSS!”

‘I JUST GOT ISEKAI’D TO ONE OF MY FAVORITE SERIES AHAHAH!’

“Mama who’s that weirdo?”

“No one. Don’t look at her”

“Make sure to pick someone sane in the future okay?”

“Yes mama!”

‘Why do I feel like someone’s talking shit about me..’

“Ritsu~!”

“Ma’am you can’t go inside!”

“Ritsu where are you~?”

“I repeat you cannot go inside ma’am! If you do not listen we will have no choice but to resort to force!”

“Shut up. I’ll kill you”

“That’s it. I apologize in advance ma’am”

“NUH UH HAVE A TASTE OF MY FIST INSTEAD SIR!”

“AHAHAHAHAH NO ONE CAN STOP MEEEE I AM UNBEATABLE BECAUSE I SAID SO!”

“AND BECAUSE I’M LITERALLY THE ONE WRITING EVERYTHING OUT”

“..Su..”

“..tsu..”

“Ugh..Go away..Let me sleep..”

“Hello? Rei? Yeah, I’m with Ritsu in room—”

Slam

“Oh! You’re awake!” (๑･̑◡･̑๑)

“Who’re you?”

“Oh my..Please don’t glare at me like that..It hurts my poor heart” ♪(´ε｀ )

“My name is..Valerie Lee”

“Huh? Did you get a makeover?”

“No..You’re not the Valerie of this world, are you?”

“Ding Ding Ding! Correct! Somebody give this man a prize!”

“Stop playing around. Why’re you here”

“Oh, the answer to that is simple”

“I’m here for you”

“Yeah, I can see that. I’m not dumb” (¬_¬)

“Seriously, what do you want from me?”

“Hmmmm..”

“Spit it out already. Stop wasting my time”

“Ouch. Fine, I want..”

“Your time”

“My time..?” (・・?)

“Mhm!”

“That’s it?”

“Yup!”

“Seriously?” ಠ_ಠ

“Seriously!”

“…”

“..YOU WOKE ME UP JUST FOR THAT?!!?” (•ૅㅁ•)

“Look it’s not just a simple thing okay!?”

“I may look all calm and happy go lucky right now but I’m nervous as heck and my anxiety is not so slowly growing!”

“You do not understand the amount of self restraint I have right now sir!!”

“Because if I didn’t have any self restraint I’d probably be choking and squeezing the life out of you!!”

…

“Okayyyy..I’m calm now!”

“So..Want to hang out for the day? It’ll be my treat” (๑･̑◡･̑๑)

“Sigh..Fine”

“Yay!”

“BUT! Promise you’ll leave me alone after” (¬_¬)

“Aye aye captain! I promise!” ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

“You’re weird”

“I know. I always get called crazy by my own family” _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

“By the way..You said it’ll be your treat but, do you even have the currency of this world?”

“You confirmed earlier that you aren’t from here”

“…”

“Oh..”

“You’re right..” (OvO)

“In fact, I don’t even have yen..Because I don’t even live in Japan..Ahahah..” (´⊙ω⊙`)

Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

“But no worries! I can just create some out of thin air! Becauseeee I’m ✨magical✨”

“How the heck did you manage to say the sparkle emoji in real life” (・・?)

“I told you, I’m ✨magical✨ so obviously it’s ✨magic✨”

“Now that we solved our money problem..Where do you want to go?”

“Mm..Somewhere to sleep peacefully and comfortably”

“Ehh..C’mon, I only have today to enjoy my time with you!”

“Why’d it even have to be today? Couldn’t you pick a different day or just come again?”

“Uhm duh no. This isn’t even my world to begin with y’know”

“I don’t “own” this world”

“Huh”

“But this world literally centers around you. Or well this world centers around the Valerie of this world. The MC”

“The multiple universes. Almost all of those worlds are centered around or on you in some way or another”

“Isn’t that mirror like place owned by you too?” (・・?)

“Hell no. The worlds may be centered on “MC” but that doesn’t mean I own this world or the others.”

“What I mean is, “Valerie Lee” doesn’t own any of them. “Valerie Lee” is simply a spectator, a reader.” A reader that deeply enjoys all the sad and complicated stuff happening bc I like seeing my favs in pain or whatever

“That’s all I am Ritsu. Sooo..Since the author has given me this chance I don’t want to waste it”

“NOW ENOUGH SAD COMPLICATED SOUNDING STUFF! LETS ENJOY LIFE TO THE FULLEST AHAHAHHAHAHA!!”

Pick your ending:

Ending 1: Enjoy a wonderful day with Ritsu

Ending 2: Spend the day accidentally talking about useless stuff and not actually getting to hang out for the day. A.k.a wasted opportunity

CHAU

Note: It’s been so long and I can barely remember anythinggggg hsisnajaka please expect this one to be totally off..My mind can only recall the Kkomas and a bit of Madness mansion but no CHAU .°(ಗдಗ。)°.

“…”

“Who’re you? You’re not my Omae”

“Ahahahah..Uhm..”

“Where’s my Omae?” (๑•ૅㅁ•๑)

“I can explain but only if you let go of your weapon” ( ◠‿◠ )

Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

“Well?”

“..Fine..”

“Now explain or I’ll kill you”

“Sigh..Why are my favorites like this? What’d I do for you guys to glare at me like that when I haven’t even explained the situation” (￣▽￣;)

“Just talk already!”

“Fine fine!”

“Basically, your Omae is somewhere else right now and I’m taking MC’s place for the day. Once the day is over I’ll go back to my world and continue observing from the sidelines”

“Tsk..And?”

“And what?” (・・?)

“Sigh..Why’re you taking Omae’s place for the day? And what do you mean by somewhere? Where exactly?”

“You’re sighing a lot today. You should stop before your luck runs out y’know?”

“Butttt to answer your question or rather, questions..One, the author sent in a request to what I would do if I was in CHAU or MDD au. Two, I don’t know”

“What do you mean you don’t know” (๑•ૅㅁ•๑)

“I said I don’t know. I don’t know what I don’t know. Plus the whole MC is in another place was just created by me for my own convenience. An excuse or explanation I guess”

“You’re really getting on my nerves lady..”

“Fine, let’s say that Omae is in another place right now. How are you so sure my Omae will be back when the day ends?”

“Duh the request said what would I do if I was isekaid into MDD or CHAU for a whole day. That means that I’ll be back to my original world once the day ends”

“…”

“Hey lady..YOU SAID IT’LL ONLY TAKE A DAY! ITS BEEN A FEW MONTHS OF US JUST STARING AT EACH OTHER”

“WHA— DON’T BREAK THE FORTH WALL! PLUS SHE SAID I COULD TAKE MY TIME ON THIS”

“Look..Let’s just pretend that the day hasn’t even started ok?”

“We’ll finish this request and then we’ll go on our separate ways”

“N—”

“AND you can’t say no because I’m the one controlling this whole thing. Like it or not you’ll have to do this”

“Oh Valerie I love love you!!” (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

“Aww I love you too aha ahaha haha” (^з^)-☆

“The end!”

“That was absolutely disgusting. I #${€_¥ hate you”

“Ey, that’s a no no word. No cussing”

“Also, sorry man but that wasn’t the end”

“#%*$!”

“You want money?”

“You #$%*€”

“Ouch..My heart” (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

“We’re getting sidetracked again. Let’s just focus on the ‘story building' nothing more ok?”

“You literally said you control everything so it’s your fault we’re getting sidetracked”

“That’s..True..Oops”

ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ

Psstttt! Hey! It’s me, hi I’m th—

It’s been a few months since I received this request and I’ve finally decided to 'finish' it today while in class

Technically it isn’t truly finished since the main part of the CHAU hasn’t even started but my phone’s lagging from all this text sooo yeah, that’s it

I’m so so sorry it took me this long to make. I’ve had like zero motivation whatsoever for quite a few months now so this fic is full of nonsense

The content is literally divided by months. One part was made during this time and the next was made a few months after

I might remake this into something better if I get the time and motivation

[steddilystranger]

blue butterfly (a life is strange au)

blue butterfly is a story-based fic that features reader choice. the consequences of your collective choices will affect the past, present, and future. the poll, with a duration of one week, is below the cut. choose wisely...

masterlist || part one || cw: none

readers chose: cause a distraction

Steve needs a distraction. Before Billy can pull the gun again, Steve looks around, searching for something, anything that could cause a distraction. 

“So you can either fork over some cash and the remainder of the shit I sold you, or I take this to the cops.” the boy tells Billy, and Steve knows the gun comes next.

His fingers scrabble for purchase on the fire alarm, hooking into the lever and pulling. 

A shrill screech echoes through the halls, and Steve can hear the upset murmurs of students moving en masse to the exits. 

“You get off this time, bitch.” Billy spits, stowing his gun away, and the door slams shut behind him. 

Steve can hear the shaky breath the boy lets out, but before he can leave the stall to check on him, the boy leaves. 

Steve leaves the stall and rewinds a couple seconds, just enough to catch a glimpse of the boy’s back and curly hair as the door shuts again. 

What would Robin do? he thinks to himself. 

She’d make a list. 

Steve starts to make a list. 

What I know:1) I can rewind time. He notes that rewinding time doesn’t move his position in space, which is strange. 2) A boy would have died if I didn’t have these powers.

He catches a glimpse of himself in the cracked bathroom mirror. He looks…normal. Average. Not the kind of person who should have timeline-altering, life-saving powers.

And then, Steve is no longer in the filthy Blackwell bathroom. Rain whips at his face, and he’s back in the middle of the storm. 

“What is happening?” he shouts. His voice gets lost in the roar of the wind and the thunder. “Hello?” 

Just like before, the lighthouse cuts through the heavy gray of the storm. Steve starts to struggle towards the lighthouse, eyes closed tight against the wind. 

He opens them back in the bathroom, the alarm still piercing through the halls. 

Steve leaves the bathroom and runs right into the Blackwell security guard. Phil Callahan scowls at him. “What are you doing?” 

Steve crosses his arms. “I was going to the bathroom.” 

“Yeah, I bet,” Callahan scoffs. “Cut the crap, kid. Were you smoking? Doing drugs?” 

Steve blanches. “No. Listen, I saw Billy Hargrove in the bathroom. He was waving a gun around, talking to a boy-”

“A boy?” Callahan’s eyes narrow. “Who?”

Steve makes a split second decision and rewinds. It’s almost scary how easily it comes to him now. “Listen, I saw Billy Hargrove in the bathroom. He was waving a gun around, talking to himself. He and I have had our… differences, so I didn’t want him to know I was there.” Differences is a fancy way of saying he and Billy got into a fistfight at the beginning of the year, around when Steve first moved in, when Billy wouldn’t quit harassing some freshmen girls. Callahan had to help pull Steve off him, which is probably why he’s not Steve’s biggest fan.

“Billy Hargrove, huh?” Callahan nods like he’s gonna take Steve seriously, but Steve knows he won’t. “We’ll look into it. Go outside now.” 

Steve wonders if it was the right decision to tell Callahan about Billy as he heads outside. He knows snitches get stitches and all that, but he doesn’t know who Billy was threatening and he doesn’t need Billy to corner the guy somewhere else where Steve can’t save him. If Callahan and the rest of Blackwell’s small security force can catch Billy, all the better. 

His phone buzzes with a text from Robin. 

platonic soulmate: can you get me my textbook? i think i left it in your room

Steve fires off a text back. And you can’t get it yourself becauseeee….

platonic soulmate: vickie invited me to hang out with her for a couple minutes. steve you gotta. for true love.

Steve rolls his eyes. Okay, moron, I’ll get it for you.

platonic soulmate: thanks dingus ily xoxo

Robin’s so weird. 

Steve’s room at Blackwell is fine. It’s nothing special, but it’s better than being at home with his parents all the way back in Chicago. The worst part is probably the neighbors, since Billy’s down the hall and Tommy Hagan’s right next door. But everyone thinks Steve and Robin are going steady, since she’s got a copy of his room key and is over literally every weekend, if not nightly, so Tommy’s nice enough to keep it down to not “throw off Steve’s game” even though they’re not really friends. 

Never mind the fact that Robin’s the biggest lesbian in the entirety of Blackwell, not to mention the sexuality crisis Steve’s had, figured out, and gotten over in the span of like, the last year (he’s bisexual, if you were curious). Hence, the platonic in her contact name. 

Anyway, Robin leaves her shit everywhere when she hangs out. She treats Steve’s closet as an extension of her own. Steve bets that when he sees her later, she’ll be wearing his sweatshirt. 

Okay, so they’re not really trying to dispel the dating rumors. 

Steve’s sure he saw her textbook next to his laptop earlier when he woke up, but when he goes to look, it’s not there. He rifles through his cluttered desk. 

A small photograph flutters to the ground. Steve picks it up and sighs. It’s what’s supposed to be his entry for the Everyday Hero Contest Brenner’s putting on. It’s a photo he took last week of himself with Robin, cuddled up in a little nest in his bedroom. Robin had strung fairy lights everywhere and brought all the throw blankets up from her room. They had watched movies together on his laptop until she’d fallen asleep, and Steve had snapped a picture of her loosely gripping his hand, the colors from the movie and the lights washing everything in a rainbow light. It’s his bit of subtle rebellion against the world that thinks he and Robin have to be together because they’re a boy and a girl. 

Steve tucks it in his pocket and resumes his searching. Maybe sometime this week he’ll gain the courage to turn it in. His eyes lock on a note on his desk written in green pen. 

Hey Steve, Robin said I could borrow the textbook that was here since I accidentally locked mine in my car. Come get it if you need it - Gareth (304)

Steve rolls his eyes. Robin could have mentioned someone else took it. He resigns himself to a scavenger hunt because his dumbass of a platonic soulmate can’t keep track of her stuff. 

On his way down the hall to room 304, Steve hears something strange. The walls of Blackwell dorms aren’t thick, and someone’s crying softly. It’s coming from Jonathan Byers' room. 

Steve knocks on the door. “Hey, man, you good?” he says, feeling awkward. He and Jonathan are sort of friends? Not by much, though.

Jonathan opens the door. His eyes are swollen. “Hey. Sorry, I’ll be quiet.” 

“No, no, don’t worry about it.” Steve says. “Do you need help with something?” 

“No, unless you can find my siblings,” Jonathan snorts bitterly. Steve swallows, remembering the missing posters he had seen for William and Eleanor earlier. “Well, the police want to call the search off,” he continues. “I think the only reason they haven’t is ‘cause my step-dad’s the police chief.” 

Steve leans against the doorframe. “And you’re sure they’re okay?”

Jonathan inhales, a shuddery sound. “No, of course I’m not,” he says. “It’s been a month. El and Will are strong, but…a month. And none of their friends have even come looking for them.” He folds his arms. “It’s like no one else cares but me and my mom and Hopper.” 

Steve shifts his weight from foot-to-foot. Jonathan notices it and hangs his head. “Sorry, that was a lot to dump on you.” 

“It’s alright, man. I’ll keep my eye out for anything.” Steve offers. “And I’m the only 312 number in the floor group chat, so you can grab my number from there, if you’d like. Call me whenever.” 

Jonathan nods. “Thanks for listening, Steve.” 

Steve smiles and goes to get Robin’s book. 

Gareth is in the room when Steve opens the door. “Oh, hey.” he says. “The book is over there.” He waves a hand at his bookshelf, and sure enough, Steve sees the red textbook sitting on the second shelf. Steve grabs it. “Sorry for just going into your room and taking it.” Gareth says. 

“No worries, it’s fine.” Steve replies. “Thanks for at least leaving a note, Robin didn’t even tell me she had lent it out.” 

“Saved my ass in class today.” Gareth says. “Anyway, where are you off to?” 

Steve shrugs. “Robin’s probably got plans for us. I kinda do what she tells me.” 

“Whipped.” Gareth mutters good-naturedly. 

If only you knew, Steve thinks as he leaves. He texts Robin. You could have told me you gave your book to Gareth.

platonic soulmate: lol sorry i forgot 

Also, don’t tell people to come into my room to get stuff, it’s weird. 

platonic soulmate: *our room

I don’t see your name on the door. 

Robin doesn’t deign to respond to that. 

On his way out, Steve notices Jonathan’s outside his room again. He’s talking to Callahan, but the conversation looks one-sided, and Callahan’s taking up most of it. 

“You gotta let it go!” Callahan’s growling at Jonathan. “It’s stupid to think that they’re gonna turn up!” 

Jonathan’s face is tear-streaked, but he glares defiantly at Callahan, who scoffs. “Jim’s wasting valuable resources trying to keep this search going. You have to come to terms with it. Tell your parents to call off the search.”

In a quick movement, Jonathan’s eyes dart to the side, and he sees Steve standing there. His eyes widen microscopically in an expression Steve can read well. 

Help me.

[owlhousefansblog]

Skk High school (BC why not 👍)

It was a boring day at school for Dazai, he had people bothering him 24/7 and had girls on him at all times. He frankly didn't mind it because he enjoyed the attention and was extremely bored in class. The thought of skipping class came across his mind once or twice but something was happening in class today, something about a new kid. Dazai was known as a freak and a girlfriend stealer, he was incredibly charming and also very intelligent so nothing interested him but the thought of a new kid did. They waited for class to start so that they could meet them, Dazai was hoping it was a girl to be quite honest.

Dazai was happy bc his first class was with Oda, his favorite teacher and an old friend. Oda knows Dazai since he was a little spoiled brat, nothing change to much since he was a kid, not If include working for the mafia and losting his parents a few years ago. He was just 16 and already the right hand man in the mafia , quiet interesting for just a spoiled annoying teenager. But Oda didn't mind, he was always there for Dazai even so Oda was just with 4 years older then Dazai.

Halfway through the hour a tiny ginger bursts out the door, falling to the floor with a broken lip* O yeah assholle?! U are fucking dead ! DID U HERED ME?! *the tiny ginger yelled to the open door *

All the students were looking at him, there was a grave silence when Dazai starts laughing amused

Are u laughing assholle?!*look at Dazai angry*

Indeed I am laughing *looks at Chuuya and his eyes widen*no way- *he think but he keep his act up*

Oh u are so FUCKING DEAD! *Chuuya yelled at him getting up from the floor*

Dazai just continue laughing, making Chuuya more angry but he tries to keep his cool, it is his first day for God saick and he have already a fight

Enough u 2! Don't make me send u 2 to detention*Oda glare at them both* now please present yourself young man

I'm Chuuya Nakahara, your new classmate

I'm Chuuya Nakahara, your new classmate *said Dazai mockingly*

Chuuya tries to keep his cool and just growl at him

*gives Chuuya an amused smile* aww is the little doggy mad?~

Senpai, can I struggled him? *He turns to Oda*

No, you cannot, now, take a sit mr. Nakahara *Oda said with a gentle voice*

What a shame * Chuuya said frustred going to sit down on the back of the classroom*

Dogs should listen to their owners orders Chuuya~*Dazai smirk at him with a upper air*

How the heck did u call me , u piece of shit?!

Enough! *Oda yelled in exasperation*

Just stating facts sensei!!*Dazai complain childishli with an innocent smile*

Facts my ass*Chuuya mumbled rolling his eyes*

Dazai! Both of u it's enough *Oda said turning his eyes to the blackboard starting to write the lesson*

Okay Sensei!!

Yeah , whatever*said Chuuya angry rolling his eyes*

Be nice to Oda, Chuuya!!

Who the heck are you anyway?

Senseiiiii can I leave?? *asked Dazai*

For what reason? *Oda turns again to the class*

Becauseeee..uhm I need to ask a teacher something! *Dazai lies*

Bullshit*Chuuya murmured rolling his eyes*

What was that Doggy~

Call me one more time dog and I'm going to strungle u!

Doggy~

U really like to push u luck*Chuuya scoff glaring at him*

Because you wouldn't actually do it

I don't wanna bet on this~ *Chuuya scoff shaking his fists*

Exactly because I'd win~

Alright enough, u 2 in the principal office

But senseiiiii

No but,after my class

Oh great *Chuuya rolls his eyes*

It's your fault Chibi!*Dazai complains look at Chuuya accusatory*

How the heck did u call me?!

Chibi~

Chuuya got up from his chair and went towards Dazai ready to hit him

Aww now the puppy's defensive~ come on hit me

And he really hit Dazai, the blow was so hard that Dazai fell off his feet with half of his lip broken

What did u say about puppy defensive*He said smirking looking down on Dazai*

*Dazai looks at Chuuya with a very bloody smile" wow! The dog really did disobey his owner!!

Did u want another punch?!there are many more where this one came from! *Yelled Chuuya still looking at him*

Damn Chuuya If you wanna touch my face and kiss me so badly you could just say so~ *Dazai said trying to humiliate Chuuya*

Another punch was delivered and this time Dazai's lower lip was busted* Kiss that assholle! *Chuuya yelled again with an angry and pround face, grining at his work*

*Dazai smiles even tho he is in pain* such a disobedient dog~

*Chuuya was ready to hit him again but Oda stopped him*

*Dazai looks at Oda*

Detention for Nakahara!

*Dazai smirks at Chuuya and sticks his tongue out*

And u too Dazai *a hard look was thrown at him by Oda*

*Chuuya smirk at Dazai*

Fineeee~

Good , now , let's go back to the lesson

[imbellarosa]

Louis Tag Game

@foreverfanficaddict tagged me in the besttttt (read: hardest) tag game in a WHILE!! LOVE YOU LOTS AND LOTS <33333

Put in bold your preferred song (live version), and then tag 3 people to play! (I will also justify/comment underneath LOL I have Thoughts)

Best Cover: Through the Dark - Drag Me Down - 7 - Beautiful War - Little Black Dress

i think Louis ABSOLUTELY understands the assignment on this song. i fell in love with this one when i worked at the bar in ATX and i would listen to it while I swept, and then i heard louis sing it and i was like FUCK YEAH MAN (this is a bit before i went full on fandom) and now it's just a song that means a lot to me bc life (and i loveeee youuuu but I need another year alone/and i try to ignore it every time you phone/but i never come close). Beautiful War gets an honorable mention here bc 1. Kings of Leon and 2. What a gorgeous and relatable song.

Best Acoustic Song: Only The Brave - Perfect Now - Too Young

MADE 100000% BETTER BY THE VERY VERY CUTE MICHAEL AND ISSAC INTERACTION THAT WE GET EVERY SINGLE TIME THEY PLAY IT!!!

Best Rock Song: Kill My Mind - 7 - Fearless

See above! I'm just super fucking sentimental OKAY DON'T COME AT ME FOR IT

Best Sad Song: Two of Us - Beautiful War - Change

This one reminds me of my grandfather. The last thing he said to me in person was to live well, and the last thing he said to me period is that he hopes we see each other soon. And I'll be living well for both of us, and then I'll see him and tell him all about it. Also is Beautiful War a sad song? Is Change?? I don't think so on either count?

Best "Faith in the Future" Song: We Made It - Just Hold On - Through the Dark - DLIBYH

I think this is because this is what i so desperately want to feel vs. how life currently feels? I am trying to not let things break my heart and i CANNOT wait until i can be with someone loudly singing karaoke and being like 'you know what? we've done pretty great for ourselves'.

Best Crowd Interaction: Always You - Defenceless - Fearless - Through the Dark

I agree with Bells - Walls is clearly the winner and it’s not on this list! When he let's everyone sing "for every question 'WHY?' you were my becauseeee' is an absolutely killer moment in EVERY show

Cover/Live Version That Should Get a Studio Version: Beautiful War - Copyx3 - Fearless - Drag Me Down - 7

I just cannot WAIT to hear a studio version of Copy tbhhhhhh and the other two bc he's fucking amazing at them and the Kings of Leon are INCREDIBLE and they don't get enough love and EVERYONE should go listen to THEIR album called WALLS and then ask me about the time someone i know snuck backstage at a kings of leon concert before getting kicked out! that's a hell of a story hahaha

Song That Should Make It Out of the Setlist:

Hmmmmmm ready to hate me????? Just Hold On I could do without bc it doesn't really do anything for me other than it's fun to jump around to, and then also it would be okay if he stopped singing Drag Me Down that would be really cool actually and then he could put MORE FUN SONGS in like 'Miss You' and 'Home' and 'Steal My Girl' (her kisses like cream her walk is so mean and every jaw drops when she's in those jeans alrighhhhtttt)

AND!! I am tagging @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed @adorelou-28 @poppyroxton and @treatlouwithkindness

[taejeonie]

dream vs dream

— i can’t find a gif of mark in dream vs dream :(( so take this screenshot :>>

“ncity-“

“hihihi”

“gotta go get em”

“HAHAHAHAHAHA”

i present to u

markhee(HEE, i saw that reply and i loved it)

bffs forever mwah <3

i swear mark keeps laughing around taehyuck best friend goals

“mic test,,ncity...gotta go get em :)))”

video cuts to taehee moving her chair closer to mark

“hey, what are you doing?”

“i’m moving closer to you. what does it look like?”

“there you go again”

“iS it mY fAuLt fOr wAnTinG tO bE cLosE tO mY bEsT bUdDy?”

and mark just deadass stares at her but there’s this loving look in his eyes yes mark she’s still ur best friend and u love her bc that’s what bffs are <3

“ahh i knew you would be like this”

“how much do you wanna bet we’re gonna ask the same thing?”

“like,,,for real? cause-“

“are you scared, mark?”

“if that’s the case, i’m not betting. i have a feeling we’re gonna ask at least two questions that are the same”

taehee @ the camera: “if we get one of the questions wrong, we’re gonna eat it.”

“wh- HAHAHAHAHA”

“so that we can remember the answer after this.”

“HAHAHHAHAHAHA”

“but then we throw it away if we get it right”

“let’s fold the paper like this :p” MARK IS SO CUTE PLS

“but then eat it if we get right...you have to swallow okay?”

“oKAAYYY DREAM VS DREAM START!”

they play rps

taehee threw scissors and mark threw rock

mark, shaking his head: “you always throw scissors it’s so predictable”

“one day, i’ll throw u off. we’ll see -.-“

“okay, what year did we meet each other?”

...

...

...

“DONT PRETEND U DONT KNOW THIS IS EASY!!!”

“2012. we arrived at the same day, right?”

“right.”

“mark and i were really shy back then so we became each other’s first friends in the company”

“we were,,,13? 13, right?”

“i was 12, u were thirteen. our friendship was going strong,,,until haechan came along so mark started hanging out with him more >:((“

“you and haechan fought a lot back then!!!”

in nana’s voice: “but you chose to hangout with me and you left me all alone (-｡-; “

and mark’s in faux disbelief

taehee and her antics tsk

“okay next question....give me one thing i appreciate about mark lee and why?”

mark’s fLUSTERED TM

everyone loves u dont be shy markus

“one? just one?”

“yeah-“

“that’s so hard there’s so many”

“WOW AND YOU FINALLY ADMIT IT”

“NO NOT LIKE THAT HAHA”

“just answer the question”

“is it...i’m cute?”

“then what’s the reason for that?”

“do you like me?”

“oh no...how’d you find out :OO”

“JUST TELL ME IF IM RIGHT OR WRONG”

“no,,i’ll give u another chance. it’s something that you say”

“my habits? ‘약간’?”

“that’s cute,,but no.”

...

mark snaps his fingers and goes, “AH!”

“when i call you ‘joanie’ becauseeee.....”

“because?”

“it reminds you of your mom?”

“i was going for family but mom works too ;))”

and mark laughs in delight

“yo that was EASY”

taehee playfully rolls her eyes, “your turn”

“what is mark’s sleeping habit?”

taehee’s eyes widen for a split second before answering

“kissing your roommate”

“crawling on the floor”

“what?”

“sleep talking in korean and english”

“that’s right”

“konglish” - taehee, 2k18

“i witnessed it personally and when i do get the chance, i will record it and post it on sns”

“...please don’t”

“you’re right i might get fired”

they both laugh,,you can also hear renjun’s laughter off-screen

“okay next, you’ll know the answer to this if you’re really interested in me”

“i feel uneasy”

“what is my favorite song as of now,,,,”

“uhh ‘better now’?”

“no”

“‘i like it’”

“nooo”

“‘better now’”

“HEY YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS :(((“

“WHAT IS IT”

taehee puffs out her cheeks before giving him a clue

“it’s a song by one of your favorite artists”

mark blanks out for a moment and he’s like

uhhhhhhh

and taehee sighs disappointingly bc so far she’s got two of mark’s questions right

i mean her questions aren’t that hard pfffft

“AH! ‘new light’ by john mayer”

“DING DING DING”

“i told you to listen to it, right?,” mark says proudly

she nodded cutely before singing the lyrics

“oh i want a take two,”

“i want to breakthrough,”

and mark joins her and it becomes the perfect recipe for a louder duo

mark + taehee = loud

“I WANNA KNOW THE REAL THING ABOUT YOU”

and now they’re calm again, “so i can see you in a new light~”

taehee: “applause!!”

cLAP CLAP CLAP

“in how many cities did mark live in?”

“torontonewyorkvancouverseoul”

taehee main rapper we stan

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH THAT WAS SO FAST AHHAHAHAHAHAH”

“f o u r,” she spelled in english

“mARK LOOK FOUR HAS FOUR LETTERS”

“rEaLLy???”

simultaneously: f o u r.

and they’re both shocked like the five year olds they are so they high five each other

#dreamiesatheart

“what is taehee’s most recent sleeping habit?”

“told you it would be the same”

“yeah but mine has a ‘most recent’ on it? see,” she gestures to the paper in her hand

“you raise your arm when you’re asleep”

taehee’s like >:(( as she puts mark’s hand down when he demonstrates

“there’s another one”

“ahh sleeping on the floor”

“yeapp :DD”

“why do you get on the floor tho?”

“honestly i don’t even wanna know”

“okay in what restaurant did we eat together”

“like...just the two of us?”

“yeah”

“do i have to name all of them”

“name the most memorable one.”

“ah 삼겹살!!!”

“that’s correct but there’s another-“

“김치찌개!!”

“wow you got all of them right”

“paper doesn’t exactly suit my appetite...but maybe it does for you”

mark laughs at this

“wait, see? i’m getting goosebumps right now. what was the first menu mark and taehee ate together?”

“just the two of us? isn’t it 김치찌개 also?”

“yes,” and the girl goes in for a high five

“woah we really wrote the same thing ...”

“we should’ve discussed this earlier”

“okay last question!!! are you ready?”

“yES IM READY,” she shouts causing mark to let out a giggle

“name the film that we watched together in the movie theater”

“train to busan. i loved that movie.”

“that’s right!!”

and they make their 93488293rd high five in the video

best friend tingz

mark laughs, “no one knew about this.”

“yeah we had to sneak out,” taehee says before making that

oops i did it again face

taehee and her escapades the managers have trouble monitoring her sometimes

but she’s a good girl for the most part lmao she still needs to pay rent

“i didn’t want to watch the movie-“

“but i forced him to”

“i thought you didn’t like scary movies?”

“scary movies are fine as long as i’m with....”

everyone expects her to say ‘the members’ but it’s taehee ffs

“...you ;)))”

“oKAAAAAAAAY”

“okay my turn,,,”

“WOAH YOU ACTUALLY GOT ALL OF THE QUESTIONS CORRECT”

taehee suddenly throws the paper behind her shoulder and catches mark off by surprise

“mark,,,,,”

then there’s this look in her eyes which made mark laugh nervously, “whaaat are you gonna do?”

“are you tired?”

“is that the question?”

taehee nods, “ask me why,,”

“....why?”

“because you keep running through my mind all day ;)))”

*finger guns*

chenle and jeno laugh behind the cam while mark attempts to keep a straight face while shaking his head at you

“that was good right?,” taehee’s still laughing as she nudges mark with her knee

“oh really?,” mark says

“then you must be exhausted”

taehee: ( O.O )

“WOAHHHH”

“MARK-HYUNG!!!”

“DID HE REALLY JUST DO THAT”

taehee’s in shock bc??? mark lee??? flirting back???

“wah that was good...”

and mark’s just laughing at her expression

“wah .... i didn’t ....”

video cuts to taehee looking sullen while mark :))

“okay, the score is 5:4-“

“WHAT NO-“

“i’m hurt,,,clearly mark isn’t interested in me”

*proceeds to fake cry*

“hey, that’s no fair. the last question wasn’t even about you-“

*fake cries harder*

when taehee “calmed down” she looks at the camera

she’s still wiping her non-existent tears

acting queen give her an oscar

“from now on, i will try to be less interested in mark”

she turns to mark and makes this cutting/slicing gesture with her hand

and mouths “friendship. over. -.-“

“she gave the wrong questions. that’s why-“

“wHAT CAN GET MORE PERFECT THAN THESE”

bleep

“this was dream vs dream which ended in my victory. thank you for watching!!!”

they give each other a bro hug

and when taehee pulls away she looks down and pointed at mark’s shoes

“tie your shoes properly!!”

“but they don’t-“

“i don’t want you falling for anyone else ;)))”

mark shoves her causing taehee to go out of frame

“HAHAHHAHAHA- HEY!”

“tHAT WAS BAD I DONT EVEN HAVE SHOE LACES”

“IT WAS GOOD THOUGH!!”

“try to come up with a new one, i heard you use that on yuta-hyung already.”

“whatever-“

[nekomassetters]

Eleven

After Ritsuko, Mito, and Nakamura dragged you away from the gym, the three of them finally stopped outside of your dorm. The girls then agreed to meet back up at your room around nine at night, despite your complaints.

A half-hour before the girls were to arrive, you started getting ready. You didn't give much thought to your outfit until realizing you should probably pick out something decent before the others make you dress in something too revealing or extra.

While you begin working on your hair you hear banging on your door, resulting in you jumping and smacking your head with your hairbrush. After placing it down you walk over to the door, muttering curses as you walk.

"You're early," you say sarcastically as you open the door.

"Don't give me the attitude, Y/N," replies Ritsuko.

As Ritsuko walks in she eyes you up and grabs your hand.

"Wow you look really good I'm impressed," she says as she attempts to twirl you around.

Then, Nakamura and Mito enter your dorm which Ritsuko left opened for them.

"Okayyy get it Y/N!" Nakamura shouts as she jumps on your shoulders and lifts her feet off the ground.

You roll your eyes and give yourself a bit of distance from your friends, hoping they'll understand that you want a bit of room to breathe. Mito was probably the only one who got the hint because she complimented you from afar while the other two got too close once more.

"So Y/N where do you think you're going to end up tonight?" Ritsuko asks teasingly as she wiggles her eyebrows.

"You guys are so weird, I'll be in my own room."

You break away from them once more and sit back on your desk to finish doing your hair. Mito then walks over and grabs your hairbrush, gently brushing your hair for you.

"Really? Cuz I have a feeling you might end up in Kai's room!" Nakamura giggles.

Once more Nakamura and Ritsuko get overly excited about your love life for no reason at all.

"There's no way that'll happen," you remind them, "like I've said I don't like Kai like that and I'm sure Kenma won't be there."

Shouts of excitement fill the room at the mention of Kenma's name.

"How come you brought Kenma up?" Nakamura asks teasingly.

"You're all the ones who were talking about guys!" you retort.

"But we didn't say anything about Kenmaaaa!"

You roll your eyes and tell your friends that they tease you about him constantly so it was implied that they meant him in the conversation about boys.

Once the bothersome conversation ends, Mito silently finishes doing your hair while Nakamura fixes her makeup with your mirror. You look over and see Ritsuko checking herself out in the mirror, fixing her blonde hair while she does so.

"Done!" Mito finally exclaims.

Once your friends finish cleaning up the mess they've left on your desk, they quickly shuffle you out of your room and over to where Yaku and Lev said the party was going to be held.

The second the door opens you're greeted by Lev. You give him a hug, happy that you've got a friend there to save you from whatever annoying circumstances come up.

"I'm so glad you're here," you whisper to him while letting out a deep breath.

"Awwww," you hear the three of your friends whine from behind you.

Lev quickly pulls away from you as he blushes and looks away. You notice the tension and decide to change the subject.

"So, uh, where's Yaku?" you ask awkwardly.

Lev grabs your hand and guides you across the room to a shitfaced Yaku.

"Y/NNN!" he cries out when he sees you, "come drink!"

"No," you bluntly respond.

"Yes!" Nakamura states right after you, drowning out your statement.

You once again decline Yaku's offer, telling him that you aren't interested in dying in this manner. Just then you feel someone lazily sling their arm around your shoulder. You look over your side and see drunk Kuroo smiling down at you.

"Loosen uuuup," he says while watching you frown.

"You are already loose enough for both of us," you growl back at him.

"Oh Y/N," he sighs.

Kuroo pats your head while you continue giving him a death glare for not listening to a word you're saying. Kuroo then pulls you along with him to where Yaku ran off to. You watch as Yaku begins pouring shots for your group and place ones in front of himself and Kuroo.

"No, no, no, you two have had enough already," you lecture to the boys.

"Then you drink them," Kuroo smirks.

Yaku and Kuroo then slide their small shot glasses to you and wait with anticipation until you finally give in.

📷

A while later you find yourself walking through a sea of people you've never met before. You look around for your friends but don't see them anywhere near you.

As you make your way through the crowd you eventually bump into Yaku.

"Y/N!" he shouts extremely loud to you.

"Yaku? Are you alright?" you ask as you watch him struggle to stand.

"Fine, fine, Y/N can I practice pick-up lines on you for this girl I really like?"

"Is this going to be inappropriate?" you ask skeptically.

"No of course not! Ready to hear them?"

Yaku looks at you seriously, anxious for your answer.

"Sure," you smile, "let's see how horrible your game is."

Yaku scowls at you for a moment before deciding it's best to just brush it off and continue talking.

"Alrighty! Y/N are you a bag of treats? Becauseeee-"

You stop him by crossing your arms and giving him a harsh look.

"This better not go where I think it's going."

Yaku rolls his eyes and opens his mouth to talk but nothing comes out. He gives you an evil smirk as a new idea strikes in his head.

"Okay then. I've got another one for ya! Baby, I'm a one man five-one team."

"Yaku no!" you shout to fall on deaf ears.

"Cuz I've got five fingers," he says as he lifts up his right hand, "and one serious dick!"

Shocked, you stare at him with no words escaping your mouth. As the alcohol finally hits, you give in and laugh at the lines that will never land him a single girl.

"Hey what's going on over here?" you hear another voice call.

You look up and see Kuroo put his hand on Yaku's shoulder for support.

"Yaku, buddy, you finally got Y/N to laugh!" he chuckles.

"I laugh!" you tell him, "you act like I'm super boring!"

"Sorry," he says as he puts his other hand on his hip, "but seriously what were you guys talking about?"

"I was asking Y/N for help with my pickup lines for this super cute girl I saw!" Yaku beams.

"Ahh. I've got some good lines, too!" Kuroo chimes in.

You watch as Kuroo pushes off of Yaku's shoulder and does his best to stand up straight. Putting both of his hands on his hips and taking a deep breath, he gets ready to show off his lines.

"I must be a diamond because you gave me a hardness of ten!"

"Kuroo nooo!" you yell out before getting into a laughing fit with Yaku, "you're such a nerd!"

"No I'm not!"

You put a hand on both of the boys and put on the most serious face as you can.

"Neither of you are going to get any girls here if those are the lines you go with!"

Both of them pout until the three of you get distracted by Yamamoto and Mito sloppily walking over to you.

"Kuroo, Kuroo, that's the girl!" Yamamoto tries to whisper as he gets close to his teammate, "the girl I've been talking about!"

You look over to Mito for your own clarification and see her face bright red before hiding it with her hands. After calming down, she then swiftly grabs Yamamoto and pulls him away from Kuroo.

"Sorry who are you again?" she asks Yamamoto dumbfounded, although you can see right through her.

"Mito," you tease, "you know all of the guys on the volleyball team so you don't have to pretend like you don't know Yamamoto-san."

Kuroo agrees with you and tells Yamamoto it's cool that he found a new 'friend' to which Yamamoto storms off angrily.

"Gonna go after him?" you smirk as Mito watches Yamamoto's figure begin to disappear.

Mito rolls her eyes and storms off, leaving you behind. You then tell Kuroo you're going to look for Ritsuko and tell him not to get too carried away with his 'amazing' pick-up lines when he finds her as well.

"Huh? Ritsuko? You- Your captain? She wants me to?" he begins bombarding you with questions.

"I dunno ask her yourself," you tease as you let yourself disappear into the crowd.

[javisjeanjacket]

The Phantom Menace Drunk Re-Watch

A/N: y’all asked for more reviews and I am here to serve. :) also THE HORSE IS OUT OF THE HOSPITAL CAN I GET A HELL YEAH YOU KNOW I HAD TO CELEBRATE SOMEHOW!!

I am already regretting re-watching this god awful movie but i can’t do maul dirty

there are spoilers for phantom menace in this list but like...its been out for 21 years. if you havent seen it yet what the fuck are you doing

Jesus christ this thing is 2 hours long fuck me

Starting the opening crawl off with a bunch of high brow political information was a BOLD move at best

Obi-Wan "I have a bad feeling about this." Kenobi

YESS OBI AND QUI FUCK EM UP BOIS

Okay okay wait so around 7 minutes into the movie they have a standoff with two droidekas and the droidekas are kicking their asses and so they escape and then somehow just zoom out of the frame?? like they don't walk they're just pulled by some kind of force??? 1999, man

Obi: "The negotiations were short" what a smug ass bitch i love it

"A communications interruption can only mean one thing-invasion" dude what the hell that can not be the case. have you checked the wifi router my guy

Oh fuck I forgot jar jar binks is in this movie get me another beer

also who plays jar jar?? becauseeee I just want to talk. why would you do this to us

That cheek blubbering shaking he does?? JAIL. I AM ABSOLUTELY PUTTING YOU UNDER ARREST STOP RIGHT NOW

Do you think the phantom menace was for the prequels what rise of skywalker was for the sequels in terms of disappointment in the theater

So fun fact about me I have a horrible fear of the ocean and water in general so this whole underwater sequence is literally making my skin crawl

Naboo is vaguely reminiscent of rivendell from lord of the rings I said what I said

While I do respect how much effort they put into the political side of this movie's plot I feel like it's kind of getting in the way tbh

HELL YEAH FIGHT SCENE IN THE HANGAR BAY

"hello boyos." Me trying to flirt

What makes me emo is knowing that R2 was there for literally everyone's adventures and he saw it all and he knows it all but he can't tell anyone :(

MAULLLLLL HELLO SIR ITS V NICE TO SEE YOU

Jar jar is the 8th circle of hell

How tall is Natalie Portman?? because standing next to Liam neeson she looks like she's about 3 feet 4 inches

Anakin's first words to Padme: "are you an angel?" 🥺🥺 Oh-

Watto's neck beard makes me increeeeedibly uncomfortable

Also why doesnt Jedi mind control work on toyardarians?? I have questions

Jesus christ sebulba is terrifying

OBI'S CAPE IN THE WIND SO MAJESTIC I LOVE IT

Okay so at 38:38 into the movie r2 is going into Ani's bedroom and there's a wood carving that looks exactly like Maz Kanata??? 👀👀👀

🥺🥺🥺 3PO and R2 meeting for the first time!!!

Not jar jar eating his food from his plate like a fucking dog please just kill me

Qui-Gon: "I don't know there's just something about this boy." Me about literally anythinf with a pulse and floppy brown hair

C-3PO: "You know, I find that Jar Jar creature to be a little odd." Lol SAME

What is wild to me is that ani's midichlorian count is dummy thicc but it's not talked about enough to be something I remember

MAUL HAS ENTERED THE SCENE THE MAN IS HERE EVERYONE BATTON DOWN THE HATCHES

Qui-Gon to Watto: "Patience, my blue friend." Sksksksk Qui-Gon please

Wait wait wait one of the pod racer announcers is played by one of the guys who was on Whose Line is it Anyway? I just realized! What an amazing show I miss it everyday

That animal farting in jar jar's face lol he deserves it

Also lol why is sebulba so mean to Anakin?? Anakin is like 9 years old. Sebulba is definitely full grown. grow up you fucking loser

I've reached that point in my drinking adventure that I am get very tired so fingers crossed that I don't fall asleep 🤞🏻

Watching this pod race sequence as a child is part of the reason I have so much anxiety now

"Skywalker's spinning out of control!" Lol same

Anakin ate that race tbh

Has anyone written qui gon x shmii content?? because he just put a hand on her shoulder and 👀👀 I am thönking

MAUL V QUI FIGHT SCENE LETS GOO

Listen LISTEN Anakin is like what 9 or 10 in this movie and Padme is ?? 15? 16? No dude. No giving of a necklace and saying "I care for you" absolutely not. JAIL

Palpatine is so good at emotionally manipulating people he must drive a Honda Accord and his favorite movie must be Clockwork Orange

MACE WINDU I SEE YOUUUU YEEHAW

The reveal of Padme as queen doesn't make any sense. Like why?? You could have just waited until it was absolutely necessary bro no need for a dramatic entrace

Anakin too baby to be in battle

Wait is this movie the Star Wars version of the classic man vs technology?? because I'm thinking about the gungans which are very like organic and versus the droids

Also the gungans shield didn't stop the droids from just straight up walking through so like what the fuck is the point guys

YASSSS Maul and Obi and Qui-Gon here we go!!

Seeing maul bust out the double edged lightsaber really made me tingle when I was a young lass

This maul fight is incredibly extra but what else do you expect from the Star Wars franchise

Qui-Gon meditating while waiting for the barrier to fight Maul is absolutely too much

Yay!! the evil donut blows up

IN CONCLUSION

I did fall asleep towards the end there I'm not gonna lie, but ya know, we've all seen this movie before, so.

it was just as horrible as i remembered it but like....i did enjoy falling in and out of sleep as it played in the background so that counts for something right??

[asrasotherbottom]

i would love more chubby!muriel content, maybe a ficlet of muriel worried he's too big to top and MC telling him to 👏 ride 👏 them

THANK YOU FOR YOUR ENDLESS PATIENCE ANON~~without further adieu, 

~~LEMON~~ WC: 1495 

“Not Too Big To Ride” 

Chubby Muriel x MC (external genitalia but no gendered words used)———————————————————————————————–

“……………” A furious blush swept over Muriel’s cheeks at your suggestion. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your body up against his soft stomach and chest. Laughing softly, you cupped his face in your hand and ran your thumb over his soft cheek before pressing your lips to his. His skin was warm against your cool touch. You could feel the rumble in his chest before you heard his words. “………why.” 

“Becauseeee you’re hot and it’d be hot.” The corners of your mouth turned up in a coy smile while you ran your hands down his chest, giving his soft waist a firm squeeze. He tensed up very slightly at your touch. You moved away from his waist and slipped your hands into his instead, intertwining your fingers together. Your voice was soft and reassuring now, as you gently rubbed the back of his hand with your thumb. “If you’re not interested we don’t have to, though. You being comfortable is what’s most important, love.”

The fact that you could even have this conversation with him was something that warmed your heart all by itself. In so many ways Muriel wasn’t the same as when you first met him, what feels like a lifetime ago. He was healing and opening himself up and trusting people more than he ever had before, now that he had you by his side. He was spending more days in bed with you and your cooking, which meant that the remnants of his gladiator physique had left him too. In your opinion, that was for the best too. 

“I’M NOT……” Muriel turned six shades of red and stared at his feet. “…………” He tried looking at you again before settling on staring at the wall above your head and letting out a deep sigh. “………..What if I hurt you?” It was clear by the strain in his voice that he was genuinely worried; it made your heart ache to hear. You gently squeezed his hands and looked up into his bright green eyes.

“You won’t hurt me.”  

“You don’t know that….” He looked down at himself and then at you before sighing and walking over to the edge of the bed to sit. 

“I do know that Muriel. I know what I’m getting into.” You smiled at him reassuringly before sitting down next to him. “You’re still going to be on your knees supporting yourself, and you know I’ll say stop if I’m uncomfortable.” Softly, you leaned your head on his arm and put your hand on his thigh. Even when you first met him, he always felt ‘too big” and it broke your heart for him to think he was really too big to get on top of you even now. “If you knew you wouldn’t hurt me, would you want to try this out?” The silence in the room was only broken by the crackling of the fire in the hearth. Muriel pointedly looked at the wall before taking a deep breath. 

“….Yeah, I-I would. I mean, only if you wanted to.” You let out a little snort of laughter and wrapped your arms around him. 

“I was the one who suggested it!” 

“Oh…hm.” Muriel tensed his lips for a moment, but quickly his expression softened as he leaned down and caught your lips in a gentle kiss. You smiled as you leaned into him. Some of the tension of his shoulders relaxed each time your lips brushed against his. His hand found its way to the small of your back and you let out a soft exhale. “Did you want to…um…try now?” 

Your hands tugged at the hem of his cloak, brushing the warm skin underneath. “Why don’t we get comfortable first, and then see how you’re feeling about it?” Muriel nods silently and shifts over to allow you to remove his cloak. Deftly your hands move down his chest, unclasping each belt one by one. With one swift movement you divested yourself of your own top and laid back on the bed, patting beside you. 

Muriel laid back, putting one arm around you and pulling you close against his body. His skin was so warm against yours, always warm. You sunk your hand into his stomach as you curled in close against him, pressing a kiss to his chest again. His finger traced small circles between your shoulder blades as you let out a soft dreamy sigh. 

“….what?” 

“Nothing just….” 

“…………………….what is it?” 

You gave his belly a gentle squish and craned your neck up to look at him. “If the view is so good from here, I really think I’ll like the view with you on top of me.”  You gave him a coy smile as he rotated through various shades of pink. You squealed softly as he pulled you up closer to him and kissed you deeply. One kiss turned into two, which turned into hungry open mouth kisses as you desperately leaned forward over and over to catch his lips just one more time. 

His hand slid over your stomach and down to your cock, stroking it gently as your mouth trailed down his neck. You planted firm kisses down the side of his neck, his pulse jumping under the delicate touch of your lips. When you looked back up at him, he was softly biting his lower lip, his hand still rubbing the head of your cock. 

“You won’t hurt me, Muriel, if you want to get on.” You encouragingly rubbed a generous amount of lube on your cock, a playful but genuine smile on your face. Muriel leaned down to kiss you again before he put one of his legs over your hips, sliding himself down onto you. The two of you let out a mutual moan as he settled in on top of you. “See? Everythings fine.” 

Muriel nodded softly, though he was still barely placing his weight on you. You sunk your hands into his hips and pulled gently as he started to rock against you. If the feeling of him on your cock wasn’t delightful enough, the sight of him, all of him, on top of you, was enough to drive you wild. The more you moaned and gasped at each of his movements the more comfortable he started to feel. You felt him letting himself rest more of his weight on you and you moved your hips in sync with his. He ran one of his hands back through his hair as he continued to ride your cock. 

“What?”  He looked down at you in mild confusion and slowed his pace for a moment. It wasn’t until then you realized you had been staring at him and biting your lip. 

“I was right, you do look very hot from this angle.” You winked and put your hands on his thighs, thrusting your hips up softly into him once more. Muriel blushed and smiled slightly, reassured by your praise. 

Before long he was so engrossed in the pleasure of riding you that he was leaning a hand on your stomach for balance with no second thoughts. Your voice rang out periodically between your moans begging for more, for him to keep going. He was rock hard and you each took turns stroking his cock until you couldn’t take it anymore and came inside of him. Not a moment later, Muriel bit his lip and came hard as well, his warm cum landing on your stomach. You both stayed there for a moment, panting hard. Slowly, gingerly, Muriel slid himself off of you, and laid back down at your side. While he regained his composure, laying there on the bed, you took a cloth and cleaned yourself up. 

You rolled onto your side, sliding your hand across his stomach and giving it a small squish before nuzzling your face into his neck. He wrapped one arm around you and pulled you close to him again, gently kissing the top of your head. 

“How was it? Did it feel okay?”

“I should- I should be asking you that. Are you okay? Did I….did I hurt you?” You pulled away slightly and cupped his cheek in your hand. Lightly your lips brushed against his. 

“You didn’t hurt me it all. It was great. You, you were great.” His eyes fluttered shut as your voice washed over him. He blushed again.  “Are you alright? Was it alright?” Muriel nodded and gently rubbed your shoulder as you cuddled. 

“It was…better than I was expecting. It was nice.” You knew that was likely the most Muriel was going to tell you about his feelings on it, so you nuzzled his side gently and settled in. 

“You’ll never be too big to get on top of me, you’ll never be too big for me no matter what.” You pressed a gentle kiss to his chest and let your eyes slip shut as well, listening to the gentle sounds of his heartbeat.

[ac-ars]

easy

damn she is here, i couldnt write anything yesterday becauseeee i was at work and i had exam today and then i procrastinated but yes she is here

day 4 - “We’re roommates and we’ve barely interacted so far, but one night there’s a thunderstorm and I’m a serious astraphobic and come into your room shaking because I don’t know what else to do and you lull me to sleep by stroking my hair”

🌙

easy

Matteo can't really tell what wakes him up in the middle of the night. Was it a thunder or maybe the light on in the kitchen he can see, because he left the door of his bedroom open since it's been hot as fuck recently and the more air flow he can get the better. Anyway Lyra isn't really anywhere near him as she tends to, but maybe she is with Luna, who knows, his cat is a traveller since Luna moved in and he doesn't mind, but she is kinda scared of storms so he would love to have her here.

But the light is on in the kitchen, and despite the fact that he doesn’t wanna, he needs to go and check on whoever (most likely Luna) has a problem over there. Maybe she is getting her night snack? Though, this would be weird, because she decided to stop with this habit. He knows that mostly from the sticker on the fridge she probably put it and he can’t say he isn’t proud of her.

Matteo gets up eventually with a heavy sigh and stretches himself yawning loudly. He leaves his room and finds Luna in the kitchen with Lyra sitting next to her on the counter while the Mexican girl is making some tea.

“Can’t sleep?” he asks and regrets it immediately, because she jumps so much she almost throws her mug off the counter making Lyra meow.

“Jesus Christ Matteo Balsano don’t you dare to scare me like that, please,” she mumbles, trying to chill her breathing and closing her eyes for a moment. “Why are you here?”

“I would love to ask you the same question, did something happen?”

She hums playing with the spoon in the mug. “Not really, I just couldn’t sleep. Now why you?”

Matteo hums caressing his jaw. “Something woke me up and I noticed light on, so I decided to check what’s going on.”

Luna nods, not saying anything else, just focuses on the electric kettle until it turns off. This is all kinds of weird for Luna, who is usually all bubbly and talkative while now she said nothing to make a conversation.

They aren’t the best of friends, she actually isn’t living with him that long, she needed a place to stay for now, because she decided she can’t live with her best friend who keeps setting her up with every boy existing and mixing with her head while trying to give her some good advice. Matteo understands that it can be pretty annoying and Ambar said her cousin was looking for a place to live, actually a room, since she cant afford whole apartment. He actually needed someone to move in after Gaston gave up on Argentina and left to England without saying bye.

So Luna moved in with her mess and colorful stuff, leaving flowers everywhere and leaving books around. Surprisingly Matteo never minded that, she is still better than Gaston who kept telling him puns about every single thing in their apartment, and when at first it was just annoying, the puns itself, later it was too much the same jokes one by one and generally at the end Matteo wished him to choke on his dumb puns.

She is always in good mood, always singing something, and humming, dancing while cooking some basic shit, because for the love of the universe, she can’t cook at all. But now, here he has her, looking around anxiously and biting on her lower lip as she is pouring the hot water into her mug.

“Hey, you,” he murmurs and pokes her on the ribs when she puts the kettle away. “What is going on?”

She opens her mouth to say something, but another lightning blinks behind the curtains and her eyes shut close when she waits for the thunder to come. When it does she shivers and takes deep breath and Matteo guesses that she is scared of the thunder or something so he takes his arm around her shoulders. “Do you want me to stay with you here?”

Luna sends him a look, mixing her tea so the sugar can melt in there, and nods a little, leaning to his side. Lyra mrrows at them, making them laugh slightly and Luna looks up at him. “Do you wanna some tea too?”

Before he manages to answer, she already stands high, high on her tiptoes so she is the tallest Luna, and reaches to the high cupboard to get Matteo his own mug. She of course picks his favorite, what makes him smile. Without saying anything, just listening to the sound of the rain hitting the glass of the windows, he watches how she takes the tea and doesn’t put any sugar in the mug before pouring the rest of the water. He is kinda surprised with how quickly this girl picks up on others’ habits, always remembering what one likes and what they don’t, but that’s a very big pro of living with her.

He stands next to her, leaning his hips back against the counter as they wordlessly drink their tea and as surprised as Matteo is in this very minute, it’s such a calming time, where he can think of whatever he wants, while making sure Luna isn’t shivering anymore when a lightning strikes somewhere away from them.

“Do you want to know a secret?” he asks eventually, as he is done with his tea and Lyra jumps annoyed after he puts his empty mug on the counter next to her.

Luna scrunches her nose as she takes her eyes to him, maybe a little troubled to get out of her thoughts, but she hums encouraging him to speak more.

“I can teach you how to count the distance from where the lightning did strike.” He sends her a smile as she gasps surprised and jumps excited. “Yes, teach me. I wanna know.”

🌙

They are in the living room now, Luna’s tea half forgotten as they are standing by the window, his cold hands are on her shoulders keeping her steady, because now she seems excited instead of anxious, and that’s already blink of “his” Luna here.

He hums softly next to her ear to get her attention back to him and when she does he smiles. “Now we gotta wait for the lightning to appear somewhere so we can see it. When we do, you count seconds starting when the lightning hits, and you count until you hear the thunder. Is it clear?” he asks to make sure and Luna nods surely, while nibbling on her lower lip.

They gotta wait few minutes, but when it blinks, the brunette starts counting in her head and he knows it, because now her eyes are much more focused and her mouth are moving barely, but they are.

When the thunder sounds loudly she jumps, but he is holding her close, so she doesn’t seem to mind that. “How much was it?” he asks, resting his chin on top of her head.

“Nine, I think.” She turns to him and he leans her against the cold window and she pouts at him when he doesn’t answer at first. Such an impatient, soft soul. “So you have nine seconds and you gotta divide it by three, then you will get how many kilometers away from you the lightning did strike at first place. Well, more or less, but that’s helpful, you get to focus on something when the storm is somewhere around.”

Luna nods slowly and smiles a little at him. “Thanks, that actually calmed me down a bit here.”

“You haven’t told me you were scared of thunderstorms before, though. You could’ve and it would be easier since the beginning.”

She clears her throat and blushes tiny, before moving away from him and curling on the couch. He follows her, because why not, besides it’s easier to see her and hear her in the darkness and while the rain is getting heavier.

“I’m not really, really scared of the thunders tho,” she mumbles and Matteo frowns a little, resting next to her more comfy than not, but she doesn’t mind him so close. “I’m just paranoid after this movie I saw the other day where some lightning struck something, and it started burning, and I’m just the most terrified of fire.”

Her voice gets a little messy and quiet, and he just hugs her tightly, what apparently surprises her, but eventually Luna just hides on his chest and sighs. “It’s not something that keeps happening often, but Lyra was messing with my comforter to get cuddles so it kinda woke me up, and then there was this loud, super close thunder and I died.”

Matteo starts humming and playing with her hair as she talks and when she stops he just boops her nose. “Still, that’s okay thing to be afraid of, it’s not like I would make fun of you like I do when you sing loudly under the shower or wash your teeth while looking in the mirror. We all are scared of something.”

Luna hums and looks up at him. “Are you scared of something then?”

“No.” He laughs and she huffs. “But I am big Matteo and I’m here to hug you and make you hot chocolate when you are scared.”

“There was no chocolate yet, where is it?”

He laughs so much and pulls her closer. “Later. Now we shall sleep, since tomorrow is not a weekend and we both have uni and other important shit.”

Luna rolls her eyes and gets up, taking the blanket around her shoulders. As she is about to get into her bedroom, he just takes her wrist and pulls her back. “You don’t think I will leave you to sleep alone, even if you seem to be okay already.”

She hums, ending up just lacing their fingers together and following him. “So I’m gonna sleep with you in one bed, and we cuddle with Lyra until the storm is done?” Matteo laughs when she says it. Out loud it seems a little funnier, but yeah that’s what he is planning to do, but he doesn’t confirm or deny her words.

He takes the pillow, obviously, making her pout a little, but then he just pulls her to his chest, so she can rest like that. At first she stirs around, trying to get into some comfy position to stay in, despite the fact that he is sure she just needs to move around, because she wouldn’t be named Luna Valente.

Eventually she rests in one place, letting him pull a cover over them, Lyra mrrows trying to get somewhere between them, but when she doesn’t fit her tiny head anywhere, she just sticks by Matteo’s side letting him scratch her belly for a moment.

Luna sticks to him tightly, she obviously loves being touchy, cuddle, hug, whatever can someone give her as long as it’s physical closure, and there is nothing here except the need of someone else who is warm to hold her. Matteo knows it perfectly, he learned that she is just the type of person who is better comforted, when hugged.

He starts playing with her hair as he can’t really fall asleep, he wraps single strands around his fingers, tangles a little more than those curls already are, and in a few moments her lashes tickle him on the neck for the last time, and her breathing is finally stable.

🌙

Few weeks later, this time he isn’t woken up by the light, or Lyra, or the thunder itself. He just notices someone curling next to him under the sheets and hugging him tightly, so he guesses he can sleep and not try to shut the blinds on the window. The sleep comes back super quickly, he is lulled to very, very quiet sound of soft whispers with counting, and as long as she is here, he knows that she is all okay.

[secondstars-totheright]

After letting the experience of discovering seven korean guys that I’ve never expected to love them that much sink in, I think I’m ready to write this out.

I actually have wrote something in the past but I accidentally close the tab without saving it.

Before getting into it, just wanna let you know that I think I have finally found the perfect formula for my coffee. I usually cannot stand latte because it makes me in sort of a state of mania???? But, I am now writing under the influence of Americano and my mind seems like in its optimum state, weird. Despite it’s 2.53 am now.

Oh, and I’m playing Abyss by Kim Seokjin for the 1293792th times. I’m also in kind of ruminative state right now then this song came out and for me it’s like God answers my prayer.

Okay so, I’m going to wrote this in both Indonesian and English, just becauseee

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My encounter with BTS is... kinda puzzling, but not really

Hari ini kebetulan ada sender lewat di timeline yang nanya, siapa member yang pertama kali menarik perhatian kamu?

Kalau ditarik ke belakang, ternyata jawabannya yaitu Kim Line.

Gimana bisa? Sebenernya perhatian ke Kim Line ini ngga langsung terjadi dalam satu waktu aja, tapi dalam 3 acara yg berbeda dan rentang waktu yang agak panjang di antara ketiganya

Urutannya juga pas banget sama foto ini.

Kim yang pertama yakni si uri leader, Kim Namjoon.

Inget banget, mungkin sekitar pertengahan menuju akhir tahun 2019, saat jam makan siang kebetulan lagi makan bareng bertiga sama temen di kantin Fisipol. Salah satu dari temen yang satu meja saat itu seorang Army yang Jimin-biased. Waktu itu kebetulan dia lagi janjian sama temennya yang Army juga, kalau diamati sih mereka lagi janjian mau transaksi jual-beli keyring gitu, tapi lupa banget itu keyringnya gambar siapa. Kalau misal inget waktu itu gambar si bias line alias JK, Yoongi, Namjoon, atau Seokjin sepertinya aku akan menangis. Canda.

Nah, sembari mereka bercakap-cakap soal grup yang isinya 7 pemuda koplak korea itu ku diem-diem ngikutin pembicaraan mereka. Sampe satu poin yang ku inget banget, mereka lagi ngobrolin tentang Namjoon, yang waktu itu mereka berdua nyebutnya masih “rrrrrrap monsterrrr” 😂

— courtesy of squishykoo, LPJM, & BANGTANTV on YouTube

Mereka ngobrolin tentang gimana Namjoon ini punya cerita yang cukup unik. Kata mereka, Namjoon ini kalau di kalangan para Army kayanya agak jarang mendapatkan perhatian, karena biasanya orang-orang suka lebih perhatiannya ke visual dulu. Tapi, dari nadanya sih kedua orang yg lagi duduk di meja itu ngebelain Namjoon, dan sangat menyayangkan orang-orang yang overlooked eksistensi Namjoon hanya karena faktor visual. Padahal, Kim Namjoon ini talentanya gila bgt apalagi soal nulis lirik, dan udah bukan rahasia umum lagi kalo dia IQ-nya 148.

Mendengar percakapan mereka yang demikian, aku diam-diam ambil hape dan langsung typing di Google dengan keyword “rapmon”. Wkwk.

Seketika waktu klik tab “image”, satu hal yang terbersit di hati & pikiran, *deg* “kok aku kayanya cocok ya sama ni orang” (buset udah kaya milih gebetan). Alias secara appearance Namjoon ini screams “my type!”. Alias yang lain ialah kalo dia beneran ada di kehidupan irl jd temen SMA atau apa, ku kayanya diem-diem bakal naksir ni orang. Yes, at first it was visual-wise. I meaaaan, look at them dimples 🥺

But then there’s also his brain, his personality, his words, which makes him even more attractive and I love him for that.

Terus juga ngebatin, ini penampilan dia ngga ada yg salah lho btw, kenapa pada overlooked doi.

Kemudian, dari situ mulai tumbuh respect pada BTS, walaupun belum bener-bener siap buat ngulik dan dengerin karya-karya mereka lebih dalam. Tapi semenjak itu kaya tiap ada yg nyebut tentang BTS jadi agak lebih atentif.

Agak menunda ngulik tentang BTS juga mungkin karena sebelumnya emang belum terlalu cocok dan ngeh sama musik korea. Selama 22 tahun hidup, musik korea yang bisa masuk di telinga baru musiknya Big Bang dan 2NE1. Tapiiii, dulu jaman SD/SMP pernah sempet mau jatuh ke lubang K-Pop setelah mendengar Ring Ding Dong dan Hello-nya SHINee dan ngeliat MV-nya Girl’s Generation yang OH! 😂. Sampe pernah bikin editan gambarnya member SNSD dari MV yang sama. Bisa dibilang kalo jadi sone dulu biasku adalah Seohyun. Lel

— while we’re at it, jujur agak menghindari nge-stan artis SM, just becauseeee hehe, agak kurang cocok sm bapaknya & kurang cocok sm konsepnya. It’s definitely due to my preference & bias. And I’m not saying that BH is a saint either, so...

Dah kayanya emang sebenernya udah ada jiwa K-Pop cuman gengsi aja mau owning it.

Oke.

—

Sebelum ketemu Namjoon, dulu waktu SMA juga udah sempet denger-denger nama BTS, karena salah satu temenku, Happy, udah support mereka dan jadi Army bahkan kayanya sebelum mereka debut.

Inget buanget, dulu jaman masih di OSIS apa ya? Happy bawa beanie tulisannya “I don’t give a sh*t” kata dia mau dikasih ke Suga BTS nitip temen dia yang mau ikut fansign/fanmeeting. Waktu ngeliat Happy kaya gitu jujur iri banget, karena waktu itu ku statusnya masih jadi Directioner 😂

Irinya tuh karena enak banget si Happy bisa ngefans sama grup yang skalanya masih kecil dan lagi di awal-awal alias rookie wkwk. Jadi kesempatan dia buat berinteraksi sama mereka lebih gede daripada diriku yang ngefans grup yang skalanya waktu itu lebih geda kaya 1D. Terus juga sekarang kalo dipikir-pikir dan diamati treatment dan hubungan artist ke fans juga menurutku beda jauh antara BTS sama 1D (ku ngga tau ya kalau idol group korea yang lain kaya gimana).

—

Fast forward, bulan Januari 2020 saat magang di Magelang, ku satu kamar & kosan sama 2 teman yang dua-duanya pengabdi K-Pop, tapi beda fandom, yang satu Got7 (& Day 6?) yang satu lagi NCT & TVXQ (kalo ngga salah). As expected, hampir tiap hari waktu ngerjain tugas dan berkumpul di satu kamar yang sama mereka berdua nyetel lagu K-Pop yang sama sekali ngga familiar di telingaku, kecuali.... “omamamai” dan “aya aya” alias Boy with Luv.

Walaupun cukup familiar karena iklan si ijo, tetep agak gimana gitu tiap denger verse yang dua itu. Sampe-sampe waktu mereka nyetel BWL di kamar kayanya raut mukaku agak masam dan mereka kaya agak merasa bersalah karena takut mengganggu 😂

Padahal sebenernya engga gitu, cuma mikir aja ini lagu kenapa genit banget nadanya???

Di sela-sela mereka bahas soal K-Pop ku penasaran mereka ini apa fans-nya BTS? Ternyata bukan, yang sesungguhnya Army itu temen yang satunya lagi dan mereka cerita kalo biasnya dia V alias Taehyung. Nah, udah penasaran tuh V yang kaya apa. Akhirnya berujung pada typing di Google lagi, kali ini nyari gambarnya Taehyung. Bener aja, waktu ngeliat Taehyung ku langsung ngebatin lagi, “hnggggg kayanya udah saatnya aku membuka hati buat K-Pop dan ngulik soal BTS, soalnya ni orang kayanya bisa jadi bias gue” 😂

The power of Kim Taehyung. But, spoiler alert, ternyata dia tidak berhasil menjadi biasku. Wkwk. Cuma kagum aja sama sifat-sifat & kelakuan dia, selera musik sama selera berpakaian dia juga ciamik abis. Tapi, hamdalah ga sampai level bucin Taehyung.

Suatu hal yg perlu disyukuri karena aku yakin kalo aku bucin taehyung aku akan semakin ga waras 🙏🏽

Lagi-lagi, kegengsian dan kemageran ini membuat PDKT dengan BTS jadi terhambat. Ngga keburu ngulik lagi tentang karya mereka, kecuali ada satu lagu yg udah bener-bener kudengerin, yaitu Make it Right yang featuring sama Lauv di tahun 2019 silam tapi baru masuk playlist sotoyku tahun 2020. Ini ku dengerin juga gara-gara penasaran karena si Happy pernah posting lagu ini di Instagram dan ngomongin soal Lauv, kebetulan dulu ku juga sempet suka & ngikutin Lauv (tp skrg udah ga sbrp), akhirnya coba ngepoin collab BTS sama si Lauv.

Sebelumnya mohon maaf kepada BTS dulu sempet overlooked lagu ini juga dan belum paham sama daya tariknya. Emang bener kata Min Yoongi, “you’ll like BTS music if you listen without prejudice”. Jadi, sekali lagi maafkan aku, Min Yoongi. Yah, kalo ga gini kan sebutannya bukan Army jalur karma hyung.

Akhirnya sampe pada pertengahan tahun 2020, ku stumbling upon IG story-nya salah satu panutan yang cerita tentang Kim Seokjin dan songwriting-nya Min Yoongi. Selain itu, panutan saya yang lain juga kebetulan pernah mention tentang RM di twitter dia.

Ditambah beberapa ingatan samar soal BTS yang pernah bawain speech di UN dan love yourself/speak yourself campaign. Juga tentang album mereka, map of the soul, yang konsepnya terinspirasi dari teorinya Carl Jung. Kebetulan, ku juga dasarnya pengabdi psikoanalisis tapi malu-malu. Hhe.

Nah, dari banyaknya sinyal BTS yang berdatangan dari berbagai arah akhirnya aku coba ngepoin member BTS yang satu itu, Kim Seokjin. Lalu, penasaran juga sama ceritanya Min Yoongi.

Selanjutnya, abis ngeliat foto Kim Seokjin, ngga mau bohong tapi emang uri mad-hyung ini pesonanya bukan main. Ya gimana ya, he didn’t earn the title Worldwide Handsome and “third guy from the left” for no reason.

Not to sound like I’m emphasizing on his visual, but I had to admit sekali liat foto dia ku langsung paham daya tariknya dia di mana, karena biasanya suka lamban bgt bgt kalo ngeliat cowok korea. Tapi, kasus Kim Seokjin tentu beda. Terus, makin belajar dan mengamati lebih banyak dan lebih dalam tentang sosok Kim Seokjin dan kepribadiannya, rasa kagum dan loyalitasku makin bertambah dan menetap.

This actually goes for every other BTS members as well. The world may choose to label them as idol, but their profound storytelling through music never fails to remind me that they are just like us. Their flaws, fears, insecurities, vulnerabilities, and wisdoms will make anyone who sees and listens to them feel connected with their stories.

Sebelum ketemu dan menatap Kim Seokjin secara serius, beberapa minggu sebelumnya di Instagram juga lagi banyak banget yang posting iklan Samsung, “The Strange Tailor Shop” starring two of my biases, Jeon Jungkook & Kim Seokjin.

Cumaaan, lagi-lagi waktu itu diriku ga langsung kepoin mereka. Ga paham lagi ini sinyal BTS udah kenceng banget lho, tapi aku-nya yang ga nangkep-nangkep.

Setelah itu juga kejadiannya jadi blur lagi, yang paling inget yaitu suatu hari akhirnya aku memberanikan diri bener-bener ngelihat MV Dynamite di YouTube.

Pertama kali nonton MV-nya aku udah nandain, Namjoon, Taehyung, sama Seokjin. Tapi, waktu scene nge-dance bareng-bareng suka ketuker lagi antara Jungkook sama Taehyung.

“Kalo yang ini taehyung terus yang itu siapa???”

“Ini kayanya Suga deh tapi kok bukan ya???”

“Yang ini kok mirip kaya... rey mbayang?” menatap Jimin dengan heran] *ampuni aku Jimin stan*

Walupun first impressionnya kaya gitu, Jimin agaknya menjadi bias wreckerku dikit-dikit kalo si Black Swan ini lagi menari sama kalo eye makeup-nya lagi on-point. Koleksi antingnya juga membuatku terpana. Sumpah gila banget tu orang. Takut. Salut.

Dari MV Dynamite akhirnya merembet nonton iklan Samsung yang beneran kali ini, pertama nonton punya subunit Yoongi, Hobi, dan Taehyung. Lanjut ke subunit Jinkook. Momen di mana statement, “You don’t choose your bias, your bias choose you”, terjadi di antara aku dan Jungkook. Astaga. Makin gak waras.

Abis itu lanjut nonton mereka perform live yang di Radio.com waktu mereka perform lagu Dynamite, Make it Right sama Mikrokosmos. Di situ juga jadi momen jatuh cinta parah sama Mikrokosmos ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ

Itu lagu apiknya banget banget, lagu ini energinya kalo di aku kaya magis bgt, dan pas baca liriknya juga kaya, “waaa!” *major hearteyes*

ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ

Yaudahlah akhirnya lanjut ngepoin performance mereka yang lain terutama di talk show US kaya Jimmy Fallon dan James Corden. Lah, ya bener aja Carpool Karaoke-nya mereka, US interviews, (& kompilasi video-video crackhead BTS karya Army yorobun yang kreatif, e.g., “BTS funny moments”, “BTS moments I think a lot”, “what’s going on inside Jungkook’s brain”, “namjoon vs maknae line”, you name it 😂) jadi obat pelipur lara. Di titik itu udah mulai hafal nama sama mukanya. Makin dibuat jatuh cinta dengan Jungkook’s high note dan “English RM” yang *chef’s kiss*, pas Carpool Karaoke.

Semua itu terjadi dalam waktu yang sangat sangat singkat. Rasanya kaya tiba-tiba aja, tapi padahal ya kalo ditarik ke belakang ternyata engga juga. Kalo kata Nassim Taleb mungkin ini yang disebut sebagai Black Swan event.

��A black swan is an unpredictable event that is beyond what is normally expected of a situation and has potentially severe consequences. Black swan events are characterized by their extreme rarity, severe impact, and the widespread insistence they were obvious in hindsight.”

Coincidence juga gak sama judul salah satu top song-nya Bangtan? Padahal kayanya mereka ga reference ke situ wkwk.

I wonder if Namjoon had read it tho.

—

Gara-gara Carpool Karaoke waktu Namjoon bilang “it’s the best drive song” pas lagu Circle-nya Post Malone ku jadi makin halu tiap denger lagu itu, halunya halu semobil disetirin Namjoon jalan-jalan muterin Seoul di malam hari. Tapi kehaluanku akhirnya dihancurkan karena Namjoon sampe sekarang ga punya SIM dan kayanya ga berani nyetir mobil, ya gimana mau nyetirin. Yaudah, naik sepeda aja hayuk sambil namjooning. Hiya. Astaghfirullah.

Semenjak itu tiada hari tanpa ngepoin mereka bertujuh, dari mulai ngepoin hal-hal trivial berbau pseudoscience kaya zodiak, MBTI, dll., sampe sejarah mereka dari awal sampe bisa di titik ini kaya gimana. Belajar juga lirik-lirik mereka sampe mangap bgt hampir di tiap lagu mereka credit-nya selalu ada inisial RM dan Suga. Dah, emang deserved banget kalo mereka berdua bisa debut di Billboard Hot 100 Songwriters (kudos to Hobi songwriter-nim as well) 👏🏽 *chateu wi bang bang, ddaeng* 🔥

—

Begitulah perjalanan saya jatuh ke lubang kelinci, and the history repeat itself, dari yang udah taubat karena ditinggal Zayn Malik dari 1D sampe fangorl behavior ini muncul lagi. Tapi alhamdulillah, kenal Bangtan di umur segini kayanya emang udah paling ideal buat makhluk impulsif kaya saya, karena kalo ngga kayanya damagenya bisa makin parah.

Tapi secara pribadi, makin kesini makin kerasa perbedaan-perbedaan nge-stan grup barat sama grup dari korea, dan bedanya jadi “fangirl” di usia remaja sama dewasa awal. To be honest, it is much much healthier 😂

Alhamdulillah udah dikasih kesempatan mengenal Bangtan karena emang mereka kalo bikin karya ngga sembarangan. Dari konsepnya yang well-researched. Cerita dan pesan terbaik mereka juga secara pribadi selalu berhasil sampe ke hati. Kayanya kapan-kapan mau bikin tulisan lain yang lebih reflektif dan heartfelt soal Bangtan. Until then, terima kasih banyak...

and happy birthday Kim Seokjin 💜

Sekian 🙏🏽

— Astaga, sampe lupa, lagu baby baby caramel macchiato ini juga dulu nyantol bgt waktu SMA tapi masih ga ngeh kalo ini lagunya BTS, ku kira ini soundtrack drama korea dan sempet curiga yang bawain SHINee:(

[lindseyluvsdrag]

Knocked Up Ch. 11 Snippet

Please ignore all typosss, a bitch has been going through it lately  😂 But let me know what you guys thinkkk :D

TW: S-M-U-T

“Boyfriend?!” Raven and Naomi shouted collectively, nearly falling off of Raven's living room couch in the process.

 “Yesss,” Violet said in exasperation. “Why is that so hard to believe?”

 “Because his wardrobe gives you hives,” Raven reminded.

 “Well, I don't look at him from the collar down anyway.”

 “Okay, Vi. If you really like him and he makes you happy, I support this,” Naomi said.

 “Thank youuu.”

 “But the wardrobe just has to go.”

 Violet laughed light-heartedly. “Maybe what he wears isn't that important to me anymore.”

 Her friends gasped. “Raven, lock that door! Get some antibiotics, hot towels and a Blu-ray copy of The Devil Wears Prada, stat!”

 “On it!”

 Naomi pulled Violet close. The pregnant woman cackled as her friend pressed the back of her hand against her forehead and cheeks. “Mhmm, you definitely feel warm.”

 “You guys are so goofy,” Violet chuckled. “When you're having a child with someone, you really want to appreciate all of their positive features in hopes that the baby will inherit them.”

 “What’s positive about Matthew?” Raven demanded. “I'll wait.”

 “He can cook really well. He can draw.”

 “Yawnnn.”

 “He gives good head,” she added.

 “Say no more,” Naomi urged. “That's worth a thousand points.”

 Violet laughed. “Exactlyyyyy. Hey, I'd better get going. He's cooking me dinner tonight. Well, he makes me dinner every night but it's taco Tuesday.”

“Yum,” Raven said dryly.

 The pregnant woman pushed herself out of the chair. “What are your plans?”

 “I think I'll crash at Raven's place again.”

 “Are you guys roommates now? You've been crashing here for a week.”

 “Well, my face still hurts and Raven takes care of me.”

 “In more than one way,” Raven said underhandedly, earning her a stiff elbow to the side from Naomi when Violet wasn't looking.

 “Well, I love you guysss. See you the morning.” Violet blew her friends air kisses and they did the same as she exited.

 As soon as the door was closed, Raven pinned Naomi's arms to the couch as she straddled the woman. “You wanna elbow me, huh?” she playfully asked.

 “Yes! What if she would've heard you?”

 “Violet is oblivious to anything that doesn't concern a Louboutin or a donut.”

 Naomi laughed and Raven silenced her with a kiss. “Why can't we tell her about us?”

 “Becauseeee we're her best friends.”

 “Exactly!”

 “Yeah, exactly! If things go wrong, then it'll be awkward.”

 “Only you would worry about the negative outcomes. Besides, I don't plan on having anything go wrong. You gave me a chance and I won't fuck that up.”

 “You and your puppy dog eyes wore me down.”

 “Was it my eyes or my mouth?” Raven asked suggestively as she began to leave a trail of kisses along the woman's collarbone and chest.

 Naomi giggled. “Ravennnn.”

 “That's my nameeee.”

 “Dork,” she said before their lips met again.

---

Violet excitedly entered her apartment and kicked off her shoes. “Honeyyy, I'm home,” she giddily chirped.

 “I'm in the kitchen,” Matt replied.

 The woman skittered through the house and when she made it to the kitchen, she frowned. “What’s that smell?”

 “Meatloaf.”

 “But I thought it was taco Tuesday.”

 “It was, but I was more in a meatloaf mood.”

 Violet pouted. “But I'm in a taco moodddddd,” she whined.

 Matt gave her a look. “Violet, it's already done. The potatoes are finished, I made a pie and it's almost-”

 “I don't careee,” she sniffled. “I've been daydreaming about tacos all day and now you're breaking your promiseeee.”

 “It wasn't a promise, it was a suggestion.”

 “Well, I suggest that you throw this shit out and make tacos!” she sobbed.

 “Violet, it's taken me hours to…”  When the woman pouted, the threat of more tears quickly made him relent. “Fine.”

 “Thank youuuu.” Violet wrapped her arms around him.

 Matt found the woman to be so adorable that he found a way to tolerate her mood swings. He kissed her head. “How was work?”

 “Goodddd. How was your day?”

 “Good. I have any interview tomorrow.”

 Violet frowned. “Interview for what?”

 “A job working overnight at a warehouse.”

 “What would your hours be?”

 “Ten at night to eight in the morning.”

 “But...but I have to be at work at eight. We'll never see each other! Who will cook me breakfast?”

 Matt laughed. “Of course we'll see each other. And I could make your breakfast before I leave and put it in the fridge for you.”

 “But I like hot breakfastsssss.”

 “You can put it in the microwave.”

 “Matthewwww,” she whined. “I don't want you to take that job.”

 “Violet, I need that job. It pays $25 an hour.”

 “But is it worth it if you're never here?!”

 “I'll be here during the day.”

 “But you'll be asleep! And what if a burglar sneaks in here in the middle of the night?! What will I do?!”

 “You live on the fifth floor of a fancy condo that has a doorman posted outside of the lobby! There won't be any burglaries.”

 Violet stormed out of the kitchen.

 “Vi…” Matt called as he followed her. He made it to the bedroom door and flinched when she slammed it in his face. The man knocked. “Violet.”

 “Go awayyy,” she sobbed.

 “Open the door, please.”

 “No! You don't even care that I'll be all alone because all you care about is money!”

 “Yeah, money is what keeps you in gold and Versace! You work, why the hell wouldn't I?!” All he could hear was the woman's dramatic bawling. “Violettttt,” he groaned in exasperation. “Please open the door.” When he realized that the woman wouldn't budge, he returned to the kitchen and made the tacos.

 Violet sniffled as she listened at the door for the man's footsteps. When she heard him approaching, the woman rushed to her bed and turned on her side away from the door. Matt knocked. The woman didn't respond so when he twisted the doorknob, he was relieved that it was unlocked. “Violet,” he said quietly as he entered with a food tray in hand. “I have your tacos.”

 “I don't want them.”

 “Yes, you do,” he replied. “Sit up.”

 “No.”

 “Violet, I've slaved over a hot stove for three hours. I know you're hungry, I know the baby is hungry now sit up and take the fucking tacos.”

 The woman would never admit that she liked when man took control. “Well... I guess I'm a little hungry,” she sniffled as sat up. Matt placed the tray in front of her and Violet dove into the first overstuffed shell on her plate as if she'd just gotten out of prison.

 “Now, listen,” Matt continued in his commanding tone as he paced the room. “I need this job to be able to afford the great things that you and the baby need and want. You're not single anymore. You have to compromise.”

 “But I love having you here,” she said with cheese and bits of tortilla stuff in one cheek. “That's why I called your other job.” Fuck.

 The man stopped pacing. “You what?”

 “Nothing.”

 “No, what did you say?” he demanded.

 Violet shoved the remaining piece of taco into her her mouth so that when she spoke, it was unintelligible.

 “I can't believe you'd get me fired! Actually, I can, up until this point, you've been nothing but selfish.”

 It took Violet several chews to break down her food in order to swallow. “Is it selfish that I want to be around you?”

 “When you're cutting off my livelihood, yes! So did you fall before or after you got me fired?”

 The woman gulped. “I...um.. I-I never fell.”

 “Wow. Who the fuck would lie about something like that?! A psychopath, that's who!”

 She frowned. “I'm not a psychopath.”

 “Are you sure?! Because lying about endangering the life of my kid sounds pretty psychotic to me!”

 “Matthewww,” Violet whined.

 “Stop your crying! You've manipulated this entire situation and I've had enough of it!” Matt let out a sharp exhale. “You know, just because I love you, doesn't mean you get to take advantage of it,” he said before exiting the room, closing the door behind him.

 “He loves me?” Violet whimpered through pouty lips before taking another large bite of her taco.

---

After she finished her meal, Violet slowly tiptoed out of her room, brow furrowed as she followed the loud thumping sound. It led her to the nursery where Matt was seated on the floor, hammering two pieces of wood together.

 The woman entered and pressed her back against the wall. “Hi,” she said quietly.

 “Hi,” the man said dryly as he continued to hammer.

 “What are you making?”

 “The crib. I didn't know that they came in so many parts.”

 “Well, I wanted to go for a more vintage style.”

 “Well, white oak will do that.”

 “Yeah..”

 The man returned to hammering, leaving the air full of heavy tension.

 Violet cleared her throat. “Matthew, listen.”

 The pounding didn't stop.

 “Matthew!”

 “I can hear you!”

 “Oh..”

 He continued to hammer.

 “I'm really sorry for how I've been acting. I know my whining annoys you but I blame the baby for this hormonal imbalance. I promise I'm normally not this crazy. But even the baby isn't a good enough excuse for getting you fired. It was just me selfishly wanting you all to myself.”

 Matt smiled. “It’s kinda cute when you think about it. I've never had a woman go so crazy over me before.”

 Violet folded her arms. “I'm glad you think so. I mean, once you knocked me up, you planted the crazy seed.”

 “Oddly enough, I wouldn't change any of it.”

 The woman smiled and made her way over to the man before settling onto his lap. “Did you mean what you said earlier? Do you really love me?”

 “Love you? Nooo, I said ‘gloves too?’ Ya know, for the grocery list. We're almost out of them and I just don't want you to freak when you go to clean up and they're all gone.”

 Violet giggled and ran a hand through her boyfriend's hair. “I think this child has me going absolutely crazy about you.”

 “Sooo, whatcha sayin’?”

 “While impregnated... I glove you too.”

 “Aww.” Matt grabbed the woman's face and kissed her but she pulled away so that she could continue to speak.

 “But only until the baby is born. After that, I'll probably hate your guts and-”

 He silenced her with another kiss. “You talk too much.”

 The woman wrapped her arms around his neck and Matt carefully stood, lifted the woman up by her ass and carried her to the bedroom. The man gently lowered the woman onto the cloud-like mattress and there were no reservations as both their clothes came completely off in front of each other for the first time since their child was conceived. Violet self consciously covered her belly, but the man made her more and more comfortable with each tender kiss along her neck and collarbone. “You're so beautiful,” he whispered against her skin.

 His body heat ignited every inch of the woman's yearning body and she felt as if she'd explode if she didn't have him now. “Matthew, please. I need you.”

 The man didn't hesitate to position his face between her legs and within minutes, Violet was moaning in ecstasy. After nearly smothering him with her thigh clamping and forcefulness as she pushed his head further into her, Matt finally came up for air.

 “Enough foreplay,” she panted. “Fuck me.”

 Matt pushed all of his reservations to the side as he remembered the doctor's words. He retrieved a condom from his wallet.

 “Is there really a point in wearing that?” she asked. “I'm already pregnant.”

 “Well, after that scolding you gave me for not wearing one, I'd rather be safe than sorry. Besides, if you cum inside a pregnant woman, you'll make twins.”

 Violet made a face as she contemplated. “Um..I think I'll call the doctor.”

 When she reached for her cellphone, Matt pinned her arms to the bed and kissed her. “I don't want to hear anything else about uteruses and mucus plugs.”

 She nodded and accepted another kiss.

 “Are you ready?” he asked.

 When Violet nodded, Matt lined his cock up with her entrance and carefully pushed himself inside the woman.​

 "Fuckkk,” they collectively groaned​ in pleasure.

 Violet wrapped her legs around the man's waist, securing him in the position as he slowly began to pump in and out of her.

 “Shit, ” he panted. “Do you think you'll be  this tight after you have the baby?”

 “Matthew!” the woman whined. “Why would you ask me something like that and especially right nowww?!”

 “I'm sorry! It was just an innocent question.”

 “Keep all further questions to yourself!” she demanded.

 “I'm sorry.” He kissed her pouty lips and continued to pump in and out at a snail's pace.

 “Harder,” she pleaded.

 “I don't think that's a good idea.”

 “Why nottt?”

 “I don't know. It might shake something loose.”

 “Matthewwww, I promise nothing will shake loose.”

 “Are you sure?”

 “No, but you don't want me to call the doctor so it's my guess that the baby is protected around those two pillows.”

 “Okay, but if anything happens, I’m going to sue you.”

 “I don't care,” she said as she kissed him. When the man gave her a firm thrust, Violet whimpered against his lips. “Keep going.”

 Matt obliged and picked up the pace of his thrusting. The woman's moans were loud and passionate, forcing Matt to ponder if the neighbors could hear her.

 “Oh my God, Matthew, that feels so goodddd.”

 “Yeah?”

 “Yes! Yes!”

 “I- whoa!” the man exclaimed as he pulled out, he tried to jump off of the bes but Violet clamped down on his arms.

 “What are you doing?!”

 “The baby punched my dick.”

 “What?!”

 “The baby punched my dick! He doesn't like it!”

 “Matthew, the baby didn't even kick! If he did, I would've felt it!”

 “Noooo, I swear to God I felt it! I can't. I can't.”

 Violet placed a hand on the man's throat. “Matthew, he didn't kick or punch your dick,” she snarled. “Now fuck me!”

 Matt whimpered and reluctantly straddled the woman. He cautiously slid his cock back inside the woman. “The only saving grace here is your tits. They're huge.” The man gave her boobs a firm squeeze causing the woman to groan out before popping him.

 “Owww, don't do thatttt! They're super sensitive!”

 “What about gentle rubbing?” The man tested the soft touch and Violet pursed her lips.

 “No...just keep your hands in my hair or something. Now, fuck meeee.”

 Matt returned to thrusting, but only used three-quarters of his penis out of fear of disturbing the baby. The woman didn't care as his cock stroked her sugar walls. The tingling inside her quickly built up before boiling over once again.

 “I'm cummingggg,” she moaned. “Shit.”

 Matt exhaled. The man was nowhere near close but he had plans to stroke himself to a finish when Violet was done.

 The woman hummed in satisfaction but when Matt attempted to pull out, she wrapped her legs around his hips. “Noooo, keep going. Keep going.”

 He knew that the woman was insatiable so he pushed his entire penis completely into the her. “Fuckk, Matthew,” she yelped. And when the man began to thrust, Violet pierced the skin on his arms with her nails as she moaned. Matt continued stroking at different paces, making sure to give her clit special attention until she was squealing again. “Shit, shit, shittttt.”

 “I'm gonna cum,” he grunted before filling the condom with his load. The couple climaxed together, the heated tingles that radiated between them was enough to make the orgasm perfect. After catching his breath, Matt attempted to pull out but Violet relentlessly clung onto the man.

 “Don't stop,” she whimpered. “Please, don't stop.”

 “Violet, I just jizzed. I don't know how sturdy this condom is anymore... I-I don't know if I can even stay...ya know.”

 “Matthew, pleaseeee. I need ittttt.”

 With his penis growing softer by the second, Matt did his best to continue to stroke the woman. He lifted her left leg and held onto it for leverage as he thrusted.

 "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my Godddd,” Violet moaned, eyes rolling into the back of her head. “Okay, okayyy, Matthew, I ca-can’t- ah!” the woman squealed as she began to tremble. “Fuck!” Violet pulled away as she writhed and twisted the sheets.

 "Had enough?” Matt asked.

 “Mhmm,” she purred in satisfaction, barely able to keep her eyes open. The man kissed her as was finally allowed to pull out. He removed his condom. “Violet, is there a special way that I need to dispose of this?”

 “Hmm?” Violet softly hummed with her eyes closed.

 “The condom. Do I throw it away or burn it?”

 “Throw away,” she grumbled as she turned on her side and pulled her blanket over her naked body.

 “Okay,” Matt whispered prior to carefully sliding off of the bed, retrieving his clothes and tiptoeing out of the room. He showered and accepted the living room sofa as his temporary bed. The couch had him snoring within minutes.

---

“Matthew. Matthewwww,” Violet whispered as she shook the man awake.

 “Hm?” He sat up. “Wha-What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

 Violet let her body do the talking as she dropped her robe and straddled the man, kissing him as she began to tug at his pajama bottoms.

 “Vi-Violet,” he attempted to protest as she kissed him all over. “Violet, what time is it?’

 “It's 2:40.”

 “Seriously? We just did it a few hours ago.”

 “So? What's your point?” she whispered against his neck.

 “I'm tired,” he groaned. “Can't we do this later?”

 “Matthewwww,” she whined. “I need itttt.”

 “Need whatttt?” the exhausted man grumbled as he collapsed back onto the couch.

 “Sex! I'm so horny!”

 “You're always horny!”

 “Exactly! So man up and take care of it!”

 “I'm not in the mood. I'm so tired... I..you..ugh,” the man sighed when the woman began to pout with tears in her eyes. “Okay, Violet.”

 The woman passionately wrapped her hands around him as she pressed their lips together, but Matt was completely over the foreplay. He carefully rolled the woman onto her back, pushed her legs up and positioned his face between her thighs. The man indulged the woman with expert style oral sex until she passed out once again. As soon as she was snoring, Matt grabbed a pillow and found refuge behind the bathroom’s locked door. He lined the porcelain tub with his pillow prior to climbing inside and falling asleep in the fetal position.

---

“Matthew?” Violet called as she knocked on the bathroom door.

 The man grunted as he sat up and stretched. The tub had made him so stiff that he was finally able to sympathize with the tin man.

 “Matthew?!”

 “I'm going to send this woman to sex rehab,” he grumbled. “What, Violet?”

 “Are you okay? How long have you been in there?”

 “I’m fine. What time it it?”

 “7:45. I'm getting ready for work...what are you doing?”

 “I’m on the toilet,” he lied.

 “Oh...do you think you think you'll be finished before I leave? For a quickieee,” she pleaded.

 “Umm...ugh, no. I have diarrhea. Explosive diarrhea! Ughhhh! Oh my Godddd, my asshole is on fireeee! Sweet baby Jesus, take the wheel!”

 Violet covered her nose and stepped away from the door. “After work, remind me to call a contractor!” the woman shouted as she sprinted to the front door and exited.

 Matt grinned as he emerged from the bathroom, made his way to the woman's room and sighed when he settled into the soft bed.

---

Violet sauntered into work and her friends immediately took notice.

 “You got some, didn't you?” Naomi asked.

 “A lady never kisses and tells.”

 “Then you should have no problem telling us,” Raven replied.

 Violet shot her a look and rolled her eyes. “Anyway. If you guys must know, I did get some.”

 “Yayyy,” Naomi cheered. “Now you won't be so grouchy.”

 “Heyy, I just get frustrated when I don't get sex...or food...or shoes.”

 Her friends laughed.

 “Ooo, did Sutan get donutsss?” she asked, skittering away when she saw the snack table. The woman grabbed two glazed confections and made her way to her office. She grabbed the phone that topped her desk and called Matt.

When the call went to voicemail, she didn't hesitate to leave a message.

 “Heyyyy, Matthew. It's 8:03. Maybe you're still on the toilet, I don't know but hopefully you're better by lunchtimeeee. I can't wait to see youuu. Okay, byeeee.”

 “Are you fucking kidding me?” Raven said as she and her lover eavesdropped on the woman's phone call.

 “She’s completely dick whipped,” Naomi said.

 “She is! She’s even become blind to how gross he is. Do you think she'll bring him to the banquet tonight?”

 Naomi gasped. “Fuckkk, I don't know. If she does, and he wears those disgusting cargo pants, Violet will be the laughing stock of the entire company.”

 “Absofuckinglutely.”

 “We can't let that happen.”

 “What do you want to do?”

 Naomi pursed her lips, thought for a minute and approached one of their co-workers. “Derrick?”

 “Yes, baby?”

 “Do me a favor?”

 “Depends. It wouldn't be a favor if it includes a hole. It'd be-”

 “A dream come true,” Raven sassed. “Just listen to the woman.”

 “I’m all ears.”

 “Keep Violet occupied during lunch today.”

 “Why and how would I do that?”

 “Why: because Raven and I are working on a surprise for her for tonight. How: offer to buy her food.”

 “No, I meant, why would I even hang out with her? She hates me.”

 “Noooo,” Raven and Naomi said collectively. “She just doesn't agree with your... style.”

 “Hey, my Crocs are comfortable.”

 “Yeah, but fashion isn't about comfort,” Raven retorted. “How'd you even get a job working here?”

 “The same way you did.”

 “Oh no, sweetheart. I didn't take Sutan's dick up my ass.”

 “Ravee!” Naomi groaned. “You can't be a jerk when we're the ones asking him for a favor.”

 The woman rolled her eyes.

 “Derrick, please. If you do this, it'll make Violet's night special and I'll give you my cousin's phone number.”

 “The hot one from Pacoima?”

 She nodded.

 “Okay, I'll do it.”

 “Yayyy,” the woman cheered as she retrieved the Snickers bar from her purse. She handed it to the man.

 “What's this for?”

 “Open in case of emergencies. It may save your life.”

 “Um, okay,” he said as he pocketed the candy without a second thought.

 “Thank you, Derrickkk,” Naomi chirped as the women returned to their work stations.

---

Matt awoke to three voicemail messages from Violet.

 “Matthewwww, are you still on the toilet? I'm really boreddddd. You should pay me a little visit,” she said suggestively. “Call me back, Mr. Lent.”

 The man shook his head and listened to the next message.

 “My boyfriend has a first nameeee it's M-A-T-T-Y,” she sang to the classic Oscar Mayer tune. “My boyfriend has a second name it's J-A-M-E-S. Matthew Jamesss, call me backkk.”

 Matt cackled and hung up the phone prior to calling the woman who answered on the first ring.

 “Hello, Matthew?”

 “Hey.”

 “Hiiii. How are you? What are you doing?”

 “I’m fine, just got out of the shower. What are you doing?”

 “I'm supposed to be finishing last minute details for this event going on tonight. We're unveiling this week's cover of Girly.”

 “Sounds like fun.”

 “Yeah it definitely will be, especially since I'm on the cover,” she chirped.

 “Oh, really? That's awesome.”

 “Mhmm, it's our first maturity issue.”

 “I bet you'll look great.”

 “I look great right now,” she whispered seductively. “Lunch is in twenty minutes…why don't you come up and see me?”

 “Stomach... cramping. Oh, God not again!” he shouted before hanging up.

 “Matthewwww!” Violet groaned in exasperation.

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Hi Hi, Misty here again! This is a follow up to my post about setting up your own bedtime routine as an unowned little or a little who wants to help their caregiver with a starting point on creating one for them. The original post is here:  https://ourlittlespaceblog.tumblr.com/post/183933880977/unowned-littles-setting-up-a-bedtime-routine

So here I am - following my own steps and seeing what kind of routine I can create. I’ll update you all on how I’ve gone with it over the coming weeks :)

The first step I had listed was to identify your goal.

1. Goal: to set up an easier morning so that I don’t feel flustered and have to rush around. Time: My goal is to have my routine completed and to be in bed by 11 pm.

2. & 3. Narrow down my 5-7 step routine by brainstorming. What are some things I’d ideally like to get done every night before bed to make my morning easier the next day. If I keep my goal in mind, I’m less likely to get bogged down with unnecessary tasks. My goal is all about having an easier morning without rushing so what are some things I can do tonight to make tomorrow better?

- Pack my lunch for the next day.

- Check the weather & pick out on outfit (at the least - appropriate footwear).

- Know where my things for the morning are.

- Put my phone on charge - away from me so I’m forced to get out of bed to turn off the alarm.

- Check where I’m going (I work from different work sites that have variable travel times) so I know when I need to leave the house.

- Clean my teeth and wash my face.

- Set up my coffee machine or make it in my cold coffee press thingamajig.

- Change into a comfortable funky pair of pajamas.

- Fill up my night time water bottle.

4. Write it down. I’m cheating by posting about it on tumblr. But I’ve also taken a picture of it and uploaded it to the “Our Home” app as a task. I’m giving myself quite a number of points for it so it is motivating. I have a lot on my rewards list y’all - every point counts! I will post a picture of my written down routine (with only the six steps, not everything I wrote down up there) and how I decorated it in my bullet journal for you all to see.

5. Pick something motivating as the last task. For me this has to be something that motivates me to even START the routine. So...it’s going to be listening to a chapter of my audiobook or an episode of a podcast I love. And I will ONLY listen to that audiobook or podcast before bedtime. This way I am dying to know what happens next. The best part about this is that my phone can be put away in another room while I listen with my wireless headphones. AND these apps usually come with “sleep timers.” I love technology.

6. Give yourself enough time. I’m gonna pick my 5 things + my bonus step of listening to my audiobook and work backwards from when I wanted to sleep. So if I want to sleep by 11 and I want to work backwards:

Step six: Put my phone on charge and listen to audiobook starting at 10.45.

Step five: clean my teeth and wash my face at 10.30.

Step four: fill up my night time water bottle at 10.25.

Step three: change into my jammies at 10.20.

Step two: pick out my outfit for the next day. 10.10

Step one: pack my lunch. 9.55.

SO I need to start at 9.55 latest to achieve all of these steps. As a starting point - I’ll actually need to see how long these things take me.

As you can see I skipped certain steps from when I brainstormed. Knowing where I am the next day doesn’t have much of an impact if I wake up at the same time everyday. The earliest I’ll ever need to leave is 45 minutes after that consistent wake up time. Which I will be able to do becauseeee I would have gotten a good night’s sleep and put my phone away somewhere where I can’t just keep snoozing it. Skipped making coffee - another five minute thing I can do. Most of my work sites also have coffee. Nor a priority. Knowing where my things are - pretty much taken care of by having my lunch packed and having an outfit ready. All that’s left are my keys...which I put in the same three places so that should be okay.

7. Shouldn’t need to change much so I have that covered.

8. MY SMART GOAL YA’LL THEY DRILLED THIS INTO ME AT SCHOOL SO MUCH. Specific, measurable, achievable, realistic, and time measured. So: I, Misty Girl, will (specific) complete my bedtime routine 3x per week with 50% accuracy e.g. three of my six steps (measurable, achievable, realistic) over the next month (time measured).

Please let me know if you have any feedback on this post or if you have any steps you think I neglected to add. I am not an attention to details kind of girl.

Thank you if you managed to read through all of this mess. I hope it’s helpful to you as it was for me. Until next time! xoxo Misty