#SO ADDING THE HAIR WAS SUPER SUDDEN AND HILARIOUS EVEN FOR ME

[revelingrexan]

an assignment in my 3D modeling class was to create two busts (head and shoulders) and spend two hours on them each.

we were allowed to even make fanart. so i. uh.

i got inspired by this art print

and i made a duck man.

"what if i add hair to the duck man"

I LAUGHED SO HARD. I DIDN'T EXPECT IT TO WORK SO WELL

anyway here's the finished version. i hadn't planned on giving him his hair when i started, just the horns, halo, and clothes, but the hair REALLY WORKED, SO--

(more angles and further detail on the assignment under the cut!)

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(this class, we're mainly using a program called ZBrush. highly discounted for students at participating schools, $10 for six months of access)

this class taught by my particular professor, the first few weeks' assignments were incredibly forgiving:

weeks 1 and 2 of getting an assignment was "four busts, spending one hour on each." (so, eight busts total in those two weeks)

weeks 3 and 4 of getting assignments was "two busts, spending two hours on each." (four busts total in those two weeks)

each week had a few different parameters, such as not using subtools or yes using subtools (a subtool is basically a separate "part" or "piece," like the hair, halo, and several other parts on this model), having the model's final resolution set at different levels, or using specific techniques the professor went over in class

but the MAIN GOAL of the assignments was to just get comfortable in the program. spend time in it so it hopefully won't be so scary

the professor EMPHASIZED, MULTIPLE TIMES, that he wanted us to stop at the one or two hour mark and not spend hours and hours making the models perfect. that, YES, the main goal was as said above, just to get comfortable, not to make masterpieces

i've failed multiple 3D modeling classes (i'm much more comfortable animating, which is making things actually move), and this is the first where we had assignments like this. it was such a relief. (this guy is seriously one of the best professors i've had, for any subject)

so yeah, there's a lot of stuff i'd like to change on this model, and it woulda been fun to include a little flame under the halo, but it's also nice to see what i did manage to get done, given the constraints.

(also, again saying that i've failed multiple 3D modeling classes. which means this is NOT my first time in this 3D modeling program lol. i may not have passed some classes, but i did get SOME practice in while taking them, and i did gain SOME understanding of what i'm doing. so, to anyone who may be struggling with this or similar programs, IT'S OKAY)

anyway, sharing what the professor assigned because it's a good mentality that helped me (especially with the assignments being so low stakes), and i hope it'll help other people too: just spend time getting used to new things. just get practice in! :)

[stqrnlvs]

”just a parody” c.s. part 1

my first fanfic on tumblr lessgooo

warnings: bad language, p in v, unpretected loving (wrap your willy before you go silly), oral (f! receiving), not proof read, suuuuuper long

summary: chris and his gf decide to take part in a recently viral tiktok trend but it gets a little far

i lay on the couch, scrolling on my phone as chris sits next to me watching some movie. i scroll to a video mocking these two tiktokers, nara and lucky smith. i giggle at the violent and sudden cutoffs. i nudge chris’ shoulder.

“baby, we should do this,” i laugh to him, holding the phone up to show him the video. he looks at me before looking at my phone, and grins at the cutoffs as well. “really? you wanna do this?” he asks me, laughing still.

“yeah, i feel like it’d be super fun. i already have ideas on what to do,” i giggled, starting to shift and getting off the couch. “oh sure, absolutely hilarious,” he replies, standing up with me.

we make our way to the kitchen, brainstorming what to cook. “okay, we literally have nothing…” he sighed, looking in the fridge, pantry, and even the dusty cabinets. since i lived with him and his brothers, supplies were quick to run out.

“fuck, okay. should we go out and get something?” he laughs at my suggestion. “you’re really dedicated to this, huh?” he teases as we both head downstairs and into the garage.

though chris cannot, i can drive. we part around the car to get into our seats, and i start the engine. we buckle in as i back out of the driveway.

“okay, so where are we even going?” chris asked, turning towards me as i continued driving. i turned down destroy lonely’s new album on the radio to reply. “i dunno, but i lowkey want this video to be my excuse to try crumbl,” i tell him. he laughs.

“so you just want cookies? did you even wanna do the video at all in the first place?” he playfully scoffed. i rolled my eyes. “of course i wanna do the video, but might as well try something new too,” i replied. he nodded, backing down from the conversation.

•~•

i pulled into a parking lot, right outside the pink crumbl cookie store. we both came out of the car and i reached for his hand as he held the door for me. he ordered for the both of us. since i’ve never been, i wasn’t really sure on what to ask for, or how to even order.

we waited about 10 minutes, talking about funny video ideas, last night’s dreams, and some possible ideas for the tiktok we were planning for.

my name was called, but i playfully rolled my eyes to him when he added his last name instead of mine. i exchanged thanks with the cashier as i walked out of the store with chris.

“excited?” he asked me, smiling as he opened the drivers door and headed back to his side. “super excited,” i replied as i handed him the cookie box inside.

•~•

i decided to wear my hair in a bun and wear a short floral sundress. i took it a step further and wore an apron when we met up in the kitchen. chris wet his hair and wore a button up (which he stole from matt) and khakis. he had a toothpick in his mouth as he eyed me up and down.

“well, you look dashing,” he grins as he leans on the counter. “oh stop it handsome,” i replied, slightly cringing. “okay okay, lets get started,” i said as i positioned my phone to record on a random fruit bowl.

i decided the frame was good, so we started to do the cutoffs. i opened the fridge while chris stood behind me. “try not to laugh, okay?” i told him, fighting back a laugh myself. “okay,” he said in a breathy tone.

the timer went off and chris slapped my ass so bard. i turned around so quickly. “christopher,” i scolded, massaging my poor cheek. his eyes were squinted, and his smile was so big. he was gripping the counters as he tried to catch his breath.

“i-i’m so sorry,” he panted out. i slapped his arm before setting another timer, though he was still a little red from laughing. “don’t laugh,” i said in an even harsher tone.

the timer went off and his arms snaked around my waist, while he roughly kissed against my neck. even after the timer went off, he reluctantly pulled away from me.

his lips were red and swollen, and i laughed at how stupid and crazy this video seemed already. “chris,” i giggled as i started yet another timer. he chuckled as we positioned in front of the camera again. i cleared my throat as the timer neared its end, and prepared a soft, drawling voice.

”today, me and lucky will be trying crumbl again. lucky’s been such a good boy that i couldn’t keep away from his crumbl craving,” i said at the camera, looking back at chris with intense eye contact. he licked his lips as i started the video again and opened the box.

“we have these new flavors, rubber tire, dirty snow, moldy peanut butter, chlamidya pink, and um… the rest,” i mocked. these did look a little unappealing.

“i would have milk with this, but i prefer the homemade version,” i said, turning around and looking at chris’ pelvis. what i didn’t expect to see was a buldge already there. this was just a parody, right?

he pursed his lips trying not to laugh as i grabbed a plate. i recorded again as i placed a cookie on the plate. “one think i like so far is the box. it’s a really… appealing, sort of calming shade of pink. it’s pretty,” i said, turning to chris.

i heard his breath hitch before he replied “your box is a pretty shade of pink.” i felt my face heat up as i nearly dropped the plate. i giggled, masking my embarrassment.

i split the cookie, keeping one half and giving him the rest. we took a bite at the same time, but i had to overdramatize by spiting out before i could taste anything. “i…i think i tasted sugar,” i complained to chris, my eyebrows furrowed in fake disgust. he glanced at my lips and wiper away fake crumbs slowly with his thumb.

“your cookie’s better,” chris said, pulling me closer to him by my waist. i placed the plate on the counter, and grabbed his face. the tension this whole time was certainly getting to me now.

“is it?” i asked him, tilting my head. he nodded, his thumbs playing with my apron. “so much better,” he replied as he lowered his hands behind my thighs. i took this as a signal to jump, and did.

he placed me above the counter, swatting away the cookies and its box with his forearm. he folded back the bottom of my dress torturously slow as he asked “may i try your cookie?” his voice was seductively soft, and my thighs rubbed together for any sort of friction. i nodded.

“i need words, baby. can i leave you wrecked or nah?” he said, toying with my panties. “yes chris, i want you to make me feel so fucking good,” i whined. he smirked as he lowered himself onto the floor.

i took my panties off for him, and kicked them off with my ankles. he slid me slightly closer to him. his fingers explored my folds, his touch greedy but gentle. he collected my wetness, and chuckled at how pathetic he thought this was.

“already so wet from just a parody,” he mumbled as he sharply inserted his middle finger inside my cunt. my eyes squeezed shut. “holy fuck chris,” i said, slightly grinding my hips to gain more friction. “patience, baby. be a good girl for me and wait,” he said as he felt around my pussy.

“chris please,” i begged, my whining tone getting more obvious. he rolled his eyes as he said “so easy to give into you.” i closed my eyes again, my head leaning back. his hands kept my thighs from closing as his tongue slurped the uncollected wetness from my clit.

“chris, just like that,” i moaned. he hummed against me, the vibrations going directly to my bundle of nerves. he sped up the movements of his finger, and decided to add another one.

my right hand flew to his hair, gripping his messy brown hair as my left hand harshly gripped the edge of the counter. “faster, please chris,” i moaned, my head leaning forward to make eye contact with him.

he obeyed as he added his tongue as well. he retracted his face, but his hand slightly gaining pace again. he stood up and leaned forward to kiss me. his mouth was slick with my juices, and i tasted the sweetness as i felt the bottom of my stomach get tighter.

“just like that baby, im so fucking close,” i moaned, my eyebrows furrowed again, but this time in pleasure. “yeah, you like that?” he asked, smiling at my disheveled appearance. my bun was falling apart, and i’m sure my face was red.

“yes chris, oh fuck-“ i stuttered out as i orgasmed. his thumb played with my clit, spraying my release around the counter. his fingers continued to curl inside me. “oh my g- chris too much,” i moaned. i leaned back again, and tried to pry away from his other hand’s grip.

he finally pulled out, but leaned back down as he collected my cum from the counter to my gaping pussy. “fuck,” i panted, my chest heaving.

THERE IS A PT 2!!

[peachiipark]

Hi 😊 could you maybe create some main four headcanons of what type of person they would be in a group chat? I think that'd be funny of how much chaos they would get into together 😂

super duper late, im sorry!! this is such a great idea tho like id sell my SOUL to be a bug on the wall reading this conversation

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KURAPIKA KURTA

talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before, unafraid to reference or not reference, put it in a blender, shit on it, vomit on it, eat it, give birth to it-

my bad guys..

i like to imagine that he doesn't know how to text- like he KNOWS how to do it but his conversation game is absolutely suck-ish.

the manga states that he doesn't know much about pop culture so i like to think that he takes some phrases VERY literally.

"BYEEE 💀"

"Do you have somewhere to be?"

perfect grammar most of the time with the exception of not adding a period on occasion

slow typer. types with one finger.

never initiates conversations, he has to actually find one there if you want to see him

will never use emojis.

if im being honest.. bro would just like your message.. im making him look better than he actually is .. he'd just read it

although hxh is in a modern setting, ill be using a domestic (?) au so his entire clan isn't kurta puffs

..

very bad cocoa puffs joke. im sorry.

NO HE'D BE SO CONDESCENDING I FEEL IT

"have u heard about what happened to deez"

"?"

"DEEZ NUTS"

"Was that supposed to be funny?"

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LEORIO PALADIKNIGHT

mans got the most flamboyant last name.. might have to take it for myself if you feel me 😈

I'm so sorry.

in my defense it [was] one am and i get funky after 12

ANYWAYS

leorio is such a blast to text

he may use 😂🤣 but he's still adorable and the nice ppl who use it ARE FUNNY OKAY

he deffo makes dad jokes over text

i imagine he gets much more mature over text when kurapika appears in the chat 💀

he's the type to put down his phone and have a breakdown if he gets a spelling mistake.

AND KILLUA WOULD CALL HIM OUT RELENTLESSLY 💀

leorio would answer pretty speedy even if he's at work. i feel like he's really reliable and even if he missed your text, he'll be there in a few minutes.

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KILLUA ZOLDYCK

if killua has a million fans, then i am one of them. if killua has ten fans, then i am one of them. if killua has only one fan then that is me. if killua has no fans, then that means i am no longer on earth. if the world is against killua, then i am against the world.

what a dramatic intro

anyways!

killua would be so hilarious everyone can argue with the wall

he'd use grammar on occasion but i just headcanon him as a lowercase texter (this isn't speculation he just told me guys i i swear /j)

he's still a bitch tho

"hey kil i forgrot the hw could u send?"

"*forgot"

"THAT DOESN'T ANSWER THE QUESTION?"

he STAYS correcting grammar for the sole purpose of being a little white haired asshole and i completely support his evil ways

Deez nuts.

if he doesn't answer your messages just text him on discord. trust me.

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GON FREECS

random fact: did you guys know that GON is MYYYY son? yeah, i didn't think so.

i feel like since he's so clueless about so many things it would be so easy to mess with him 😭

"NAURR"

"i didn't know you were australian, y/n!"

his signature like emoji like the ones on insta would be a sunflower

he's so kind i think every other message out end in a :)

AND WHEN HES MAD HE DOES THAT THING

Y'ALL KNOW WHAT I MEAN WITH THE SUDDEN GRAMMAR

"are you mad"

"No."

I JUDT HAD TO ADD IT IDK IT FELT RIGHT.

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accompany on: to the masterlist!

[creatureofmystry]

MLB x DC Universe Headcannons

I just love the idea of MLB and DC (expecially Batfam cuz Mari is such a Wayne) being in the same universe and crossing over. So one night, I just had an idea overload of different ways the Marinette would know the batfam/be a part of the DC universe. And if any of my shitty ideas somehow inspire or prompt you, then please be my guest. 😊 _

1) “Ladybugs of Past and Present”

Hippolyta, Wonder Woman’s mother, was once a previous holder of the ladybug miraculous. When Fu activated the miraculous and put them in circulation, Hippolyta could feel its magic waking back up. Knowing there must a reason for it to be out, she sent a message to her daughter. Diana searched, finding Marinette and Adrien as the present holders of the ladybug and cat miraculous. She vouched and brought them into the Young Justice program while they also made their own team, Project: Zodiac (or something like that).

[Sometime when Diana takes Marinette to meet Hippolyta]

“Great Hera, Tikki, you have not aged a day” -Hippolyta, cause she does know how to make joke. 

“And I would say the same to you” -Tikki

“Mother, you can make a laugh?” -Wonder Woman, honestly a bit confused cause her mom have never not been serious before.

And Marinette is just speechless cause she’s starstruck meeting Wonder Woman’s mom AND a previous Ladybug holder.

_

2) “Rockstar Niece”

Jagged Stone is Marinette’s Sweet Uncle J. During the summers, Jagged Stone would take Mari with him on tour. HIs summer tours are throughout America, so Mari gets to sightsee the country. Jagged’s first tour that he gets to take Mari on (5-ish), he’s also booked for the annual (for whatever reason) Wayne Summer Gala. When Marinette meets the Waynes, they are so enamoured (Dick and Tim couldn’t help it) that they tell Jagged he’s always invited as a guest, Mari of course being added to the permanent guest list too. About 6 years later, Mari is practically adopted, spending the first half of her summers with Jagged, going to the Wayne Gala, then spending the rest of her summer with the Waynes. Overtime, she figured out the secrets of the family and was there to welcome Jason back from the dead (when that happens). Anyways, now 11(-ish?) Mari meets Damian and the two become good friends… after an… impressionable first meeting.

“Tch, let me guess, you’re another one of father’s adopted strays” -Dami

“YOU MUST BE DAMIAN!!! DICK TOLD ME ABOUT YOU!!” -Marinette, who just ignores what he said for a hug.

“hiiiiiiiiissssssss” -Dami, touchy with touch

“...” sprays water in his face since he decided to act like a cat.

“I say, Master Bruce, the children are getting along quite well” -Alfred

_

3) “Pen Pals” 

Jon Kent and Marinette Dupain-Cheng are part of an international pen-pal program, starting when they were very young (maybe like 4 or 5-ish, super super young) where they told each other everything (Jon can’t just say that his older bro is a clone made from Superman and Lex Luthor’s DNA, or that his dad is Superman, or that his best friend is Robin, but yea. Lois and Clark probably proofread his stuff until he’s like 9) with pictures and everything. When they’re old enough to get phones & stuff, they call, text and vid-chat along with their letters (love without blood). When Mari is maybe 9-11 (somewhere around there) she starts flying over during the summers to hangout with Jon (and his friends and big brother). While there, she meets Kon, Bat fam, and Clark (some who she already knew, some who she didn’t) & lightly hints that she knows who all they are once she figures it out (it didn’t take her long to do so). 

Now whenever she visits and is at Wayne Manor (Jon likes to have sleepovers practically every weekend) while they’re on patrol, Mari subtly messes with their minds (super subtle, they’re the world’s best detectives after all) until they finally look through the cams and see Mari giving them one of those smiles (those shit-grinning cause it’s just so hilarious how it’s gone on for so long) & and a playful wink. 

[5 seconds later]

“Mari!” “Pixie-pop!” “Angel!” “Teacup!”

“Seriously, am I the only one with a normal nickname for her?” -Tim

“Ms. Marinette would like to inform you that ‘it took you long enough’” -Alfred (who so knows that the girl has been playing them since the third night she stayed at the Wayne’s)

“Where are my adoption papers?” -Bruce (who is seriously adopting any talented black-haired child)

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4) “Mari and Mar’i” 

When Mar’i is young, Dick and Kori take her with them to see Paris (btw, this would be during the winter). They’re strolling along through a park and lose track of Mar’i who finds Marinette (9-10 ish). Marinette comforts and distracts Mar’i while noticing the young(er) girl is Tameranian (her hair is very warm and she’s wearing significantly less layers than should be worn for a human of that age during the winter, plus that sun-kissed skin tone. She’s seen Kori in her fashion magazines (and, from time to time, on the news as an ambassador) so she easily make the connections). Dick and Kori finally spot Mar’i with Mari who introduces herself to them. Mar’i asks if she can see her “Auntinette” again and Marinette just goes “if your parents are okay with it.” Dick and Kori are totally cool with it (not many are willing to watch her and have the time to do it) so they ask Marinette if she can babysit Mar’i whenever (with good pay of course) if she’s up to it (cause she’s still pretty young). Marinette can’t say no to Mar’i’s babydoll eyes (and she’s so much easier compared to Manon, who’s only 2 rn), so of course, she says yes. 

Now Marinette is Mar’is official babysitter and sees Mar’i often whenever her parents drop her off (using zeta tubes to quickly get to Paris and back). Marinette gets treated like an honorary Wayne (cause she’s the most responsible) and gets invited to their family stuff (w/ travel pay taken care of, of course). It doesn’t take her long to realize the fact that she babysits Bruce Wayne’s & BATMAN’S granddaughter, but of course, being the responsible one she is, keeps the secret… while also playing with them via Mar’i.

[One Day]

After Marinette leaves for her plane…

“Uncle Dami!”

“Yes, Spawn?”

“Auntinette said to tell you after she left that Robin’s sut needs a major upgrade & that you look like a traffic light… whatever that’s supposed to mean.”

[Another Day]

“Uncle Jay!”

“What’s up kid?’

“Auntinette said that to let you know that Red Hood doesn’t make any sense ‘cause Red Hood wears a helmet. Not a hood.”

[The next time]

“Uncle Tim!”

Yawn. “yea?”

“Auntie told me to give you this” (pulls out super caffeinated coffee) “and that Red Robin’s cowl is a menace to all things fashion”

[Again…] 

“Daddy!”

“Yes, Starshine?”

“Auntienette said she’s proud of Nightwing’s costume ‘cause it’s one of the only in the batfam that isn’t an astro-city to the fashion society.”

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5) “Marinette, the one who’s always getting chosen”

Before Mari became (becomes(?)) LB, she comes across a different powerful piece of jewelry, from a different order of guardians where her will of mind is not only her shield from being akumatized, but it is also what drives her powers. That’s right, Mari walks past a flea market and activates a GL ring. The guardians pick up on this activity and send Hal (it is his sector) to check it out. Hal finds the ring with Mari but it still needs the light of a GL to charge and fully work. 

[During the explanation]

“Look, kid-”

“Marinette.” 

“Look, kid, I just need to know why you have that ring.”

“You think I know? I was just walking through the market and all of a sudden, this possessed ring, if that’s even what this is, started following me, then zipped in front of my face til i held my hand up so it can put itself on my finger.” 

“Kid-”

“It’s MARINETTE. Get it wrong one more time and you’ll see why I don’t need a possessed piece of alien jewelry.” -Marinette, making sure you get her name right. “Besides, if I stole it, I would remember. I’m a klepto” -Marinette, probably holding his ring too at this point.

Hal obviously doesn’t want the wrath of the Dupain-Chengs (just the kid Marinette scares him enough), so he tells the guardians that JL will take care of most of Mari’s training (once they get her a lamp for her ring, of course) & has her take part in training at Mt. Justice with the Young Justice team and special training with the Bats. Mari does all this under the guise of an international student exchange program for Mari to stay with the Waynes (not yet knowing that it’s the bat fam) and attends G.A. Mari doesn’t do much, but it takes her 24-36 hours to know who EVERYONE is.

[the next week after settling in]

“Hey, Mars,” -Dick, in his Nightwing gear

“Hey, Di-is the GREATEST SHOW!” -Mari, changing the subject(… not really)

“How long did it take you?”

“Not as long as the Kryptonians…” -Mari, going off into a tangent (still trying to change the subject”

[When Marinette meets Tikki]

Back in Paris:

“Sooo… I’m getting powerful jewelry that gives me powers and a suit, needs to be recharged, and comes from some Order of the Guardians? What’s the difference between you and my ring?” -Marinette, who at this point is very confused as to why she keeps getting picked on for this kind of stuff. 

“One’s alien, one’s magic” -Tikki, hoping Mari will end it there & lowkey hates that the GL Corp. got to her first.

“They’re both non-human made energy sources” -Mari, cause once you’ve seen it once, you’ve seen it all before. 

“You can’t heal the Akuma without the miraculous, and there are more than just rings. Yours are earrings, there are hair clips, bracelets, necklaces and more” -Tikki, after having a minute to think

“Fine, only because you said they’re the only way to heal the, what was it again, akuma?”

_

6) “Their Unofficial Official Barista”

Part of Tim’s job as Co-CEO, is to make sure all the branches are running smoothly, sometimes that means he has to fly abroad to manually check in. Tim goes to Paris to check on the W.E. Paris branch. He goes to a nearby Patisserie (Tom and Sabine’s) to see a young Marinette (somewhere from 8-11) drawing in her sketchbook at the counter. She explains that her parents are at a catering event, but she’s there to man the little bakery. Tim asks for a super caffeinated coffee and Marinette makes it with ease, claiming it was on the house with how bad he looks (and how much sleep the man clearly needs). Tim begs for her knowledge and asks if she can teach his butler. Mari’s willing to show him the next time he comes, so he gets the whole fam to go (viz tubes so they don’t waste time) maybe a week later. Everyone gets their own drink (plus a free pastries) and Marinette teaches Alfred her coffee, but it’s just not the same so Tim, using the tubes, goes to get coffee from the girl whenever he can. 

Mari is horrible at getting up on time (the life of an insomniac, never getting to sleep even if you want and then barely waking up on time) that she is up super early, makes Tim his coffee (plus a croissant) and tries to go back to sleep (making her inevitably late). Tim would walk up to the pick-up counter where his cup and to-go bag is while Marinette runs out of the house to get to school. Eventually, the rest of the Batfam (as well as the Laegue, TT, and YJ) frequent the place, slowly becoming (Dami too) Mari hides it, but she knew all the batfam the first day they came and she showed Alfred how to make the coffee. When the others start making more regular appearances, she learns the identities of YJ team, WW, GLs, and others. Obviously when LB and CN appear as heroes with HM as their villain, they immediately reach out to help. Because 1. Batfam clearly notices that it’s Mari and they sure as heck won’t let her deal with that by herself, and 2. The JL is worrying too much about their favorite barista (even though she’s not really one), especially with the Gigantitan scare. So, of course LB & CN (can’t make him bad everytime) get inducted into YJ.

[After Ladybug finishes defeating Gigantitan and detransforms] 

“Bean! Are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?” -Tim, being an even more protective older brother than Dick, which shouldn’t be possible

“Yes, I promise. I’m fine” -Marinette, who just accepts the fact that she’s adopted an older brother (and his famliy)

“Tube over, we’ll have Alfred make sure” -Dick, already pulling out the medical supplies for Alfred.

“I-” 

“You shouldn’t worry your brothers like that, Marinette. Now come over so Alfred can clear you,” -Bruce, who just happens to overhear the conversation

“I’m sorry, Miss Marinette, they are very adamant that you’re in pitch perfect health before going out again,” -Alfred, who’s not actually sorry

“Fine” -Marinette, accepting her fate of her adopted, protective family. 

_

7) “Thicker Than the Blood We’ve Shed”

Why is Marinette so freakishly strong? Because she was trained to be. Before she could even talk, Mari was taught to be an assassin. She and Damian were frenemies, both competing for top spot as best in the League (of Assassins). They often spared together and became rivals who pushed each other (which sounds great in that context if you forget about the fact that they’re killing people and turning it into a competition). When Damian’s care is turned over to Batsy, Mari also comes along for the ride. She implements herself into Dami’s classes at G.A. & watches him from afar. (Damian, not being an idiot, of course knows all this and knows that it’s probably for Mari to give a report to Talia.) When he becomes Robin, Mari obviously knows, but waits to see if anything drastic would happen (his care was given to the Batfam, they had already expected this to happen.) She then heard word of the bounty Talia put on Damian’s head. Marinette knew there wouldn’t be much she could do to help, but she ave Dami a warning about the upcoming situation before fleeing the country. 

From there she got to France, changed her name (it wasn’t originally Marinette, it was Shénqí, chinese for miraculous/magical (or something else if you want)), was adopted by Tom & Sabine, and left her time in the League in the past. When she received Tikki, she didn’t want to be a hero because she didn’t think she deserved it after her up-bringing. Eventually, she did become LB (being a trained assassin does help with lucky charms, considering she was taught how to kill with basically every and anything), and life was good for her. Then Rossi came.

[Gotham field trip]

While at Wayne Tower…

“How idiotic are they?” -Damian, who after reuniting with his long-lost sister-from-a-different-mister (yes, Marinette was able to convince him to say it once), can’t understand the stupidity she has to deal with.

“Are you Robin?” -Mari, who is too tired, so just goes straight into the analogy

“Yes.” -Obvious and simply is.

“Exactly” -Mari, who can’t even put a limit to the amount of thought the one brain cell the class shares doesn’t use. I mean please, the so-called “reporter” believed that the first cosplayer she saw was the actual LB when they don’t even have the same hair! And let’s not forget the origins arc, where LB’s first citizen save was Chloe.

[dreamsfreckles]

[7:21p.m.] A Couple of Whipped Besties, One Could Say...

~

Sapnap x reader

Fluff

A couple of sus betsies - enjoy!

~

Sapnap smiled proudly at the beautiful view in front of him: you sitting in his gaming chair, beating the shit out of George on a minecraft PVP server.

Naturally, as Sapnap’s best friend, today marked your third night sleeping over at his house, the usual.

You two simply couldn’t get sick of each other.

Sure, he was annoying and relentless sometimes, and maybe you were a bit stubborn and moody; but regardless, both of your personalities clashed and complimented each other perfectly - creating a close friendship. 

Even though your friendship was his most precious treasure, Sapnap couldn’t help but be dissatisfied with it. 

Not because he wasn’t happy with you... but because he wasn’t happy with you. 

incase you need further elaboration:

Sapnap done went and caught feelings for you. (no earnings)

Leaning over your left shoulder as you gamed, Sapnap side-eyed your facial expressions as you passionately played on the computer monitor in front of you, flexing your weirdly amazing skill at PVP.

He admired you; you looked cute while concentrated. Critting George’s player with your diamond axe was Sapnap’s favorite sight to see. Your eyebrows furrowed the slightest bit and your eyes shined as you attempted to predict George’s next move. 

Not to mention you were also hot as fuck. Sapnap didn’t need to admit that though...

Not only were you his cute best friend, but you were also a super skilled player. He seemed to get the best of both worlds when it came to you.

You can be risky, fun, daring and stupid, but at the same time smart, soft, sweet, and safe. It’s rare to have someone as unique and different as you. You were irreplaceable. 

It also just makes things 1000x better when you’re the reason George regrets his entire PVP career.

Sapnap leaned back into his spare chair, laughing in disbelief at you mercilessly owning George in the game. He could hear George’s screams of absolute terror leaking from the headset on your head; his headset. (dollar tree)

Goddamn he’s whipped. (what a shrimp)

The headphones were a little big on you, which added to the cuteness. Sapnap secretly peered at you love-sickly, sighing in content. It was rare for him to be completely in a haze by you simply doing nothing; for some reason you had him completely under your control today.

Your sudden yell broke Sapnap from his trance and brought his attention to the monitor showing the signature “victory” screen. You squealed hopping up from your chair and doing a small victory dance, laughing at George as he wallowed in defeat. You turn to Sapnap, a wide smile on your face. “Were you watching that? George is SHIT!” You laughed. Sapnap shook his head in disbelief. “Have you been practicing? I have to get you to duel Dream... I doubt you could beat him though. Gogy is just trash.” You giggled with Sapnap at his open criticism towards George, while the trash PVP player on the call scoffed and mumbled incoherent curse words. (ignoring the fact Sapnap lowkey called you trash)

“Well,” you start, relaxing back into his gaming chair. “I’m kind of hungry now. Do you want to go get Chick-fil-a or something?” Just before Sapnap could respond, he was rudely interrupted by George screaming on his headset. “YOU’RE GOING TO GET CHICK-FIL-A?!” The headphones rung. “Are you trying to get cancelled Sapnap?” George joked, making literally no one laugh. You glanced at Sapnap in amusement. His face is twisted in playful annoyance as he ends the call with George. “I guess George is right... Don’t want our precious Sappy getting cancelled.” Sapnap scoffs and rolls his eyes at you playing along with George, a smile on his face. You smirk evilly, standing up to walk across his room to grab your purse. “Whelp, looks like you gotta get your own fast food.” You sling your purse over your shoulder and start heading towards his bedroom door.

Sapnap’s eyes widen at your statement. There’s no way he’s letting you go along with George’s stupid-ass joke.

Before you could leave, Sapnap scrambled to wedge himself between you and his door, stopping you from exiting the room. “Um? You’re dog water if you think you’re pulling that bullshit on me?” He sasses, backing you away from his door.

You hold in your laugh and shrug, putting up a serious face. “We should probably have a break from each other anyway... Why don’t you go out and get McDonald’s instead? I’ll be back in like,” you check your phone for affect. “Like 45 minutes.” You state, looking back up to his pretty eyes filled with betrayal.

Sapnap is frozen. He didn’t think that this Chick-fil-a joke would actually be taken some-what seriously. You wanted time away from him? What the fuck? You two have always been clingy to each other! You can barely go to his fucking kitchen by yourself! 

He took a second longer looking into your shining eyes. Then it all clicked.

You little rat. How cruel are you to be playing with his little heart like that?

Sapnap could turn this situation around in a few different ways.

1.) He could call out your cap right now and you two would go out and get your chick-fil-a, or whatever you want to eat.

2.) He could football tackle you to the fucking ground and make you apologize for saying such buffoonery.

3.) He could go along with your cruel joke, and make you think that he 100% agrees that you two “need to take a break.” He can even go as far as calling it a night and telling you that he’s too tired for another sleepover night.

Sapnap was never the merciful type. As much as he is unconditionally in love with you, he don’t play. 

Option 3 was game.

Sapnap looked up and to the side, pretending to think about your suggestion of “taking a break” like it was a valid choice. Stepping away from his place in between you and the door, Sapnap motions for you to go. “You know what, you’re kinda right. You can go ahead, I think I’m going to call someone.” Sapnap whips out his phone from his back jean pocket and turns away from you, pretending to scroll through his contacts.

This makes you stumble for a second. Did he just... agree with you..? Your heart stops beating for a split second and you debate if you should tell him that you were joking or not. You can barely go to the kitchen by yourself, why isn’t he catching on that it was a joke? You stand still there, looking at his turned back. “Okay... I’m just going to go then.” You say, still not making a move to leave. After a moment of him not acknowledging a word you just said, you start again. “Do you like...” you pause. “want me to bring you back something...” Sapnap turns back to you at that, suddenly deciding to pay attention to you. “Uh no thanks, I’ll just eat something here. You should probably call your mom, she probably wants you home. You’ve been here for what-” he checks his phone for the date. “Like 4 days?” He states, looking back up to you.

Your mouth drops. Hurt fills you heart. Did he really just say that?

Yeah... you have been at his house for a while... but you didn’t think that he was getting sick of you. You usually stayed over there for 4 nights on average before you went home.

You’ve stayed there for 6 days before! And you both STILL mourned the loss of each other’s presence when you left!

(Isn’t this simp culture?)

What does this mean? You stand there is silence just looking at him. It’s not like you could argue; you were the one who said you needed a break first.

You felt like crying. Yes... Sapnap is your best friend and this literally isn’t that big of a deal, but... you love Sapnap. You’d spend forever with him if you could. And you thought he would too. You stiffen for a moment. You know he isn’t your boyfriend; as much as you wish he was, you need to stop acting like he is. 

Him saying he wants to be alone shouldn’t be that big of a deal to you! You guys are friends! He’s standing there, looking at you expectantly, waiting for you to go on, do anything.

While you stand there debating your life choices with hurt written all over your face, Sapnap’s mind is racing a million miles an hour. He literally can’t decide if he should burst out laughing from how well his plan worked or hug you and say sorry for being so mean.

He literally can’t decide - so he does both.

Just as you feel your eyes getting the tinniest bit glassy, Sapnap roars with laughter and pulls you into a bear hug, squeezing your waist with one arm and using the other to pet your hair fondly. “I’m so sorry, I had to, it was too good, that literally couldn’t have gone better-” he rambles. You immediately sulk and smack his shoulder, aggressively hugging him back. “YOU ASSHOLE I GOT SO SCARED!” You groan in embarrassment. You literally almost cried.

Sapnap giggles and hugs you tighter, his smile couldn’t possibly get wider. You sigh in relief, snuggling into his arms. “You actually scared me so bad. That was so weird.” Sapnap laughs again, leaning back from you slightly to get a look at your pretty face. You were pouting. Cute. Sapnap smirked and squeezed your cheek with the hand that was previously petting your semi-tangled hair. “You did it to me first you dimwit, what the hell did you think I felt like?!” He exclaimed. “You literally told me to go home you asshole!” You exasperated. Sapnap threw his head back laughing, pulling you back towards him again. He nuzzled into the side of your neck, sighing happily.

As hilarious as it was watching you go through the 5 stages of grief over this situation, it was also heart breaking all at the same time. He hopes he never has to see that again on a serious note, if he’s being honest. If you ever looked like that when you guys were being legit - it would quite literally kill him.

After what felt like 20 minutes of hugging, you pulled back from the hug and looked up at Sapnap, his arms still attached to the ends of your sweatshirt, keeping you in place. 

As he stared down at your pink cheeks and flustered expression, he felt like he could stand with you here for hours. He wishes he could kiss you.

You rolled your eyes at him as he giggled. “Whatever.” You state, walking out of his hold and over to his bed side table. Sapnap watches your movements in confusion. Once at the table, you open the top drawer and snatch his wallet from inside, your back facing him. “I’m getting fucking Chick-fil-a and if you don’t come, I’m literally going to buy the entire menu with this.” You turn facing him and hold up his wallet. Sapnap’s eyes widen in realization at what’s in your possession. He makes a move to run over to you and snatch it back. Unluckily for him, you were already bolting out the door and to his car.

Hello 🥺

I hope u enjoyed sorry it took so long hehee

I’ve had lack of motivation, as we all in this tough pandemic - I hope you guys are all doing well and stay happy and safe 💕

Thankfully we have our fav mcyt gang to help us through tough times :)

Ik sapnap says fuck you, but think of it in an endearing way LOL LOVE U GUYS

[euphoricethan]

Alpha’s Kingdom - G.D

Summary: Grayson and Y/n have been friends since high school; a little before that to be exact. They had a not-so-friendly altercation 8th grade graduation, but began a spark with polar opposite attitudes. A typical college party turns to the most surprising nights of their lives.

A/N: this is an old, old, old draft from the beginning of last year that i never finished but now it’s done & i hate it so enjoy! (also lmk if i need to add more tw warnings just in case)

Warnings: smut, mentions of abuse, language, underage drinking, public humiliation(?), violence (blood)

Word count: 5.6k

That evening, Y/n (typically) would be in her dorm blasting music so loud in her earbuds that her introverted, comic-loving roommate would yell at her to turn it down as she studied for a big test the next day.

But, instead, she was called to "haul her ass" over to the Alpha Kingdom —which was what Grayson and all his buddies called the frat— to help with their party they were having for the reason she didn't know.

Y/n was against it, but she had no other choice since she was close friends with Grayson and owed him a favor. (Not to mention that he couldn't hang up streamers to save his life.)

So there she was, resting one hand on his broad shoulder while she pressed the white streamer into the ceiling.

"Hold still." She said under her breath, while Gray was moving around a bunch in hopes his knee's wouldn't give out.

"I can't, my knees are about to give out Y/n," he was looking up at her, watching her shove the dainty piece of paper up into the ceiling.

"'s not my fault." Y/n licked her lips, concentrating hard.

Sooner or later, she came down from the wobbling ladder and took a few steps back to look at her work.

"Looks good kid." he awarded.

"Kid" was always Y/n's nickname; no matter who was older. She was always "kid" and he was "Blue".

Ever since last year or so, Grayson has grown into a huge Godzilla look-alike, and Y/n thought it was hilarious since the reason behind it was that he wanted to impress some girl he met the beginning of the school year and claimed she liked guys who were "bulky."

Then, Blue Whale was introduced. But Y/n got tired of adding the Whale, and Blue just kinda stuck.

"You should help me and Brandon grab the kegs from the back." Grayson folded up the ladder, and whether Y/n was following or not, he walked away to place it back where they got it.

"You know, you really are the impidamy of a typical college frat boy!" she called out.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Brandon, another frat member who was just as dumb as the rest of them, said.

The fact that they didn't even get the joke just claimed to prove her point to where she just shook her head and proceed to the backyard to help the two twin towers carry the one-hundred sixty-five pound keg into the house.

They were all soon lifting, Y/n rather struggling while the two other boys grabbed it with ease.

"God, where do you guys even get these?" she was generally curious, she hadn't seen an actual beer keg in person before. They've only been in movies...

"Brandon's friend's uncle who worked at the bar downtown."

"Worked?"

"He got fired when the manager started realizing that he was missing a bunch of kegs like every week." Grayson said this with ease as him and Brandon finally set the huge keg onto the kitchen floor.

"Kid, pass me that thing over there will you? It's over there." Grayson pointed with his head.

"Grayson, you can't just tell me to hand you something and point with your head and just assume I know exactly what you're talking about."

He was apparently fed up with her, as: he stood, reached behind her, and pulled the hose and nozzle with a sly smirk on his stupid face.

"If you guys need any help, I'll be on the couch." she told them both and exited the kitchen before they said anything; if they hadn't already decided she was no help to them.

Shortly after, Brandon was walking into the living room to sit next to Y/n and place both of his legs over her's.

She let out a small grunt, letting her phone slip from her grasp and leaned into his legs.

"Jesus." she went to retract her phone, but he had beat her to it and was holding it above his head trying to see what she was doing.

"Whatcha doin'?" he asked, flashing the screen on his face.

Y/n was now reaching over him, still just reaching for her phone. "Brandon, I swear to god." she muttered.

"Who's Bryson? Ooh yikes, he has a B name..." he gave Y/n a hard look with his eyebrows raised slightly.

"You have a B name." she shoved his legs off her and was now even more invested on getting her belonging back.

"Yeah but that doesn't count," he was now facing away from her, pulling the phone close to him and reading her most recent text word for word.

"Don't think i'll be able to make it tonight, big test tomorrow. Y/n, what is this!" he showed her own screen to her as if she didn't know what it said.

"Can I please just have my phone back? You're being a dick." she told him.

"Hey Grayson! Y/n's got a boyfriend!" he called out, causing him to walk into the room with his face slightly scrunched in confusion.

"Huh? What'd you say?" he ran his hand though his hair before placing both on his hips.

"Look." he said.

"I don't have a boyfriend, he's just my parter for a class, now can I please have my phone back?!" Y/n was reaching over him again but he had moved his hand.

Just then, Grayson grabbed a hold of his wrist and took it from him. "Dude, don't be a cunt."

"Here kid." his eyes flashed over to her, handing it over as their fingers came in contact with one another.

Grayson found his way back into the kitchen, letting out a heavy sigh as he walked away.

She had followed behind him, seeing his behavior shift and his shoulders drop.

"What's up?" she said, leaning over the counter and watched him rinse off the dishes.

"Blue? what's wrong with you?" she said now, furrowing her brows.

A small sigh left his nose while he just placed the dish in the rack.

Grayson had always been protective over Y/n—ever since they were 11 and some kid made a joke about she smelt like cigarettes because of her father.

He always stood up for her, always. Even though he knows she can defend herself he feels the tightness in his jaw and in his fists when someone mentions her in the conversation.

"Are you mad about something?"

He sighed again, moving from the dishes to the restocking of the fridge.

"Can you talk to me? Like I don't know why all this sudden you're having a pity party..." she cocked her head forward to try and get something out of him.

"It's nothing. It's fine."

"Well no, obviously something is bothering you. You can tell me. Like did I do something? Was it the phone thing? What?" Y/n slid her hand across the counter, standing up now and walking towards him.

"You shouldn't told me if you had a boyfriend." His eyes were harsh on her, leaving them to look at her until she turned her head.

"He's not my boyfriend..." her eyes were to the floor.

"Doesn't sound like it." he closed the fridge and started smashing the cardboard boxes the drinks came in.

"Blue, it's not like that, like at all. We're just parters, he wanted to work on our project tonight but now i'm here so..."

"Why don't you go, since you don't wanna be here." he smashed the final box hard against the counter, causing Y/n to flinch and blink quickly.

"I wanna be here! Damn Grayson why are you being like this holy fuck! Are you drunk already?" Y/n cheeks were getting warm and she gave Grayson side eye until she scoffed and turned on her heel.

She didn't know what he was thinking, getting mad about something like that and telling her to just go home?

She didn't know the reason behind why he said it either... because if she knew now she probably wouldn't hook up with him later that night.

-

It's 8th grade graduation. Ethan and Grayson are about to get called up to get their "diploma".

But as soon as the kids who were seated in front of them had to get up and wait to get called up left, Grayson was no where to be found.

Along with Y/n who was a few rows behind them.

Where were they? Good question.

Behind the Gymnasium drinking a Mike's Hard Lemonade Y/n had snuck from her dad before they left.

"Y/n, we're gonna get in so much trouble!" Grayson whisper-yelled, watching her lean over in her dress and press the top of the bottle on the jagged wall.

The top had popped off and she giggled before taking a gulp and holding out for him to hold.

"Shh! We'll only get in trouble if we get caught, now take this before I spill it on my dress. My dad will shit his pants if I ruin it."

Grayson took the bottle from her, awkwardly holding it in his hands.

"Take a sip, it's so good!" she told him, her smile wide and her eyes filled with adrenaline.

This was the first time he had seen Y/n in girl clothes and makeup. Her Aunt was in town for her graduation and helped her pick out a dress and did her makeup.

She complained about how the mascara felt weird on he eyelashes, but he thought she looked beautiful.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't always think Y/n was beautiful. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his whole life.

He trusted her with his whole heart too. Took everything she said serious and was so gullible it made Y/n laugh so hard she lost her breath.

He loved her laugh too. Making her laugh was his favorite thing he could do, it was like a super power to him.

Which is why when she caught him staring at her in her puffy dress and little platform heels, his cheeks turned bright red and he couldn't stop himself from putting his lips on hers in a quick peck.

He tasted the Mike's Hard Lemonade on her lips, and she was right... it was good.

So good that the peck lasted longer and longer until Y/n placed her hands against his fiery cheeks he let his hands go numb and the bottle shattered onto the concrete.

She pulled away, quickly opening up her eyes to see how dilated his were.

But then, almost at the same time, both of them turned their heads around the corner to see one of the teachers coming to inspect.

Grayson took her by the wrist and they sprinted around the corner until it was safe to quickly walk back to the ceremony as he was called up on stage.

And there he was, walking across the stage in front of almost a thousand kids and parents with the biggest boner ever as Y/n sat in the crowd, her cheeks red and holding the bottle cap in her palm.

-

They never talked about it after that.

And that summer, going onto freshman year, Y/n had gotten her first boyfriend... who wasn't Grayson.

His name was Tony, and he was a Sophomore.

Grayson was supportive of their relationship of course, but his little heart broke almost every time he saw them together or every time Y/n brought him up.

After September, he had finally broken up with her because she wouldn't give herself to him. She was heartbroken.

But again, Grayson was there for her. Always.

She never knew why he cared so much, because unlike her father, he didn't give up on her— he didn't tell her how much he loved her and then disappeared to get drunk for days at a time.

She really only had Grayson if were being honest here. Her mother moved out of state when she was little, and shortly after that they moved and she met him.

She knew there was always something there. She just didn't know what was stopping her from doing something about it.

Until tonight.

"I'm gonna go take a shower." Grayson said walking past Brandon to quickly walk up the stairs two at a time.

By now, Y/n was now back at her dorm with a million thoughts cursing her brain.

"What's up with you?" her roommate asked, sitting at her desk while finishing up a project for her class.

"I hate men." Y/n said.

"Same. I'm just saying, girls are so much more fun."

Y/n collapsed on her bed, curling up in her jeans and t-shirt as she spoke her thought out loud.

"Should I go?" she asked to no one in particular.

"Go where?" her roommate asked.

"Graysons having this party tonight at the Alpha Kingdom or whatever and I think I kinda wanna go." she was now sitting up in her bed, watching as she turned around.

"You should go. Why not?"

"Well he had a fucking hissy fit earlier because his roommate or whatever took my phone and that Bryson guy kept texting me and— whatever. He's just being overprotective for no reason & told me to go home."

"But I low-key wanna piss him off s'more."

"You should. You can wear that like skirt thing you got and be all slutty. Plus I met this girl yesterday at the coffee place by the L campus and I think we're gonna..." she gave Y/n a raised eyebrow glare and pointed with her head towards her bed.

"Well first of all, I'm not gonna dress slutty; that's like asking for it. Second of all, T.M.I."

Her roommate scoffed. "It is not asking for it, it's called having confidence and if they take it too far that's on them. I say you wear it."

So that's what Y/n did. She put on that dress she had just bought with the red little cherries printed all over, slid her shoes on after brushing out her hair & sprayed her favorite perfume.

"See, told you." she told her once Y/n had grabbed her phone off her bed and jumped down.

"Yeah see and I even put on those pair of thongs I got too. Look!" Y/n lifted her dress slightly, showing off the dainty piece of material.

She gave her wide eyes before saying, "Don't get pregnant now." as Y/n opened the door.

"Same for you."

-

When Y/n arrived at the "Alpha Kingdom" she was greeted by the heavy smell of beer and blaring music from outside the front door.

As she entered, she made her way to the kitchen where her and Grayson's altercation took place to grab a red solo cup and fill it with punch.

Just before placing the ladle back into the bowl though, someone was grabbing her arm and dragging her with her cup to a secluded area away from everyone else.

She met his eyes with confusion laced in them.

"Ethan, what the fuck man! You made me spill my drink everywhere!" she told him, looking down at her arm as the red colored drink slightly stained her skin.

"Shh!" he told her, gently placing a hand over her mouth before she stuck her tongue out to retract his fingers.

"What do you want." she was shaking the drink off her while putting the cup in her opposite hand.

"Does Grayson know you're here?"

Her brows were furrowed, and she gave him a look that simply answered his question.

"Why-"

"Just come with me." his hand was gently wrapped around her wrist, now taking her out back where at least a hundred people were scattered about.

"What are you doing? And let go of my hand!" she pulled her wrist away from him harshly and placed both of her hands around her cup.

"Fuck! Where'd he go?! Fuck." Ethan muttered to himself.

"E, what's going on?" now Y/n had a worried pitch in her voice, watching Ethan's eyes as he scanned over the back yard desperately looking for his twin brother.

"This guy. He wants to fuck Grayson up or something." he was running his hands though his hair, looking a frantic mess and acting like he was having a bad trip.

"Are you high?" she asked, quickly watching him snap at her.

"No Y/n I'm not fucking high! I don't want someone to beat the living shit out of Grayson, okay?"

"Have you seen him? He's huge. Plus, why would anyone wanna beat-"

"Because of you okay! Some shit went around that you were with this guy and you cancelled to come hook up with Gray. Now he's pressed and is probably gonna kill us both."

"Wait— who? Who said that? Ethan?"

His head along with almost a hundred others spun around when a loud "Dolan!" was called out from the deck above us.

"Fuck me." he said under his breath.

Bryson made his way down, taking the steps two at a time and skipping the last three to land hard on the grass with his heavy work boots.

"Hey Y/n." he spoke, vial in his tone and liquor on his breath.

Y/n and Ethan stood there both in shock. For two different reasons. Ethan was shitting himself, thinking this was how he was gonna die because he hates conflict; and Y/n thought back to the last three hours catching up to her wondering why she came over in the first place.

"So, this the guy you came to fuck tonight? Because it's certainly not me." a chuckle escaped his lips as he took a few steps closer and now having everyone's attention.

"Look man, we don't wanna start anything. I'm sure whatever's going on can be resolved peacefully, alright?"

Bryson took one look at Ethan before retracting his eyes back to her.

The crowd was starting to form around them and soon peoples phones were pulled out filming every second.

"What do you want, Bryson." It wasn't a question, but a statement.

"I just came for the show. You know."

Y/n scoffed at him, brushing the hair away from her face.

He took a deep breath in, now interacting with the crowd that was formed and made eye contact with a few people.

"Y/n can be kind of a slut—" the ooh's and small gasps got him willed up, so he continued. "Don't get me wrong, girls who dress slutty and act it in the bedroom is hot... but when you go to a study session and she begs to suck your dick in the library; see, that's I guess that's just the price you pay when you go to school with the Y/n Y/l/n."

"Dude—" Ethan tried stepping in now, getting in front of Y/n and looking Bryson dead in the eyes. "Don't be a fucking dick."

"Don't act like I'm wrong. Well all know she's a slut! Just look at her!"

Everyone's eyes were shifted upward, looking past Bryson to see Grayson standing by himself in a white plane T-shirt with a green olive jacket on top some jeans.

His tall shadow was standing behind Bryson, causing him to turn around and now face him but he couldn't even get a single word out before Grayson took his balled up fist and forced it against his jaw.

In seconds he and Grayson both were on the floor while Bryson took multiple punches to his face as Y/n's screams for him to stop muffled out.

How dare he say something like that about Y/n? How could he say that to her when she's such an angel? Did she really do that in the library?

The questions were sprinting around in Grayson's head as he took punch after punch to Bryson before the ringing in his ears faded away.

"Grayson! Stop, please!" Y/n's desperate scratchy screams were loud enough to where he looked up at her only for him to be pressed up against the grass.

Bryson was punching Grayson now, and with all his 175 pounds on him, Ethan and some random guy was holding him up and had his arms behind his back.

Grayson stood— only with a bloody nose, split lip, some some small bruising around his eye and both of their blood on his knuckles.

He spit blood out onto the grass, looking around into the crowd —including Y/n— and walked inside while shaking his hands as if they were wet.

Back in the kitchen, Grayson had placed the frozen carrots on his hand and let his head fall between his shoulders over the sink.

He felt her presence approaching, the familiar smell she carried around with her everywhere. "What the fuck was that about Grayson!" she screamed, stomping in the room with her eyes staring at him hard.

"Nothing Kid." his jaw was clenching. He was about to explode again.

"Nothing?! That was nothing!" she was already gone. God, why did she even come in the first place?

"I told you to go home." his eyes were digging into her and he placed his finger to his lip to wipe the blood away before he disappeared up the stairs.

Y/n was about to be death of him.

"You can't just ignore me!" Y/n said while banging on Graysons bedroom door after repeatedly trying to turn the nob.

Inside the four walls Grayson had trapped himself in, he was alone with his thoughts and Y/n desperate to come in and give him company.

Then there were four knocks on his door. The same four knocks they did when they wanted to apologize to one another in 8th grade but we're too ashamed to say the words aloud.

It was their only promise they held to this day. Which is one of the only reasons Grayson sighed heavily and opened up the door for her.

He closed the door behind her, now both of them standing in awkward silence.

Y/n's eyes were glued to her feet while Graysons were softly looking at her in all her glory.

As mad as he was, and the fact that he was breathing hard from his nose to subside how much he wanted to finish Bryson off, when his eyes fell on Y/n he was in awe.

He hadn't noticed how nice she was dressed until now. With a soft white dress, curled hair, and her favorite sneakers that didn't quite match. It made him chuckle.

Her eyes were on him. "What?" she asked, placing her arms across her chest.

"Nothing."

"No, what. Now you have to tell me."

Grayson shook his head in disapproval.

"C'mon Blue, I tell you everything!"

Her words stung him like a bee, because she could see his jaw tense up again and walk away from her.

"Just like when you told me you didn't have a boyfriend?"

"So this is what that was about? Because he is and never will be my boyfriend— or anything remotely like that, ever."

"But you still sucked his dick in the library? See, Y/n I don't understand you sometimes. You can be the nicest girl i've known since we were 13, or the complete opposite."

He was inching closer to her now, his vile words building up to protect himself from slipping his biggest secret.

"Why are you being such a dick! So what if I did?! It's none of you're business anyway. You're so protective Grayson... so manipulative and controlling. You spend all you're time worried about me you can take one second to see what you've done. For fucks sake you just beat the living hell out of some kid in your backyard!"

"He was harassing you!"

"He was drunk. And so are you? How much have you had to drink? Huh?!"

"This isn't about me— it's about the fact that—"

"It's about me! Always my fault, isn't it?! It was my fault I got us in trouble in middle and high school, my fault I caused you to almost lose you're scholarship... is it my fault my dad was a drunk and used to beat me?!" she shoved his chest, causing him to stumble backward a little.

"I never said that." he sighed.

"No but you've thought about it. C'mon admit it! You've once thought about how I could have ruined you're big dreams. And now you wouldn't be here now right?" another shove to his chest.

And that's when Grayson is pressing Y/n against his bedroom door, his hands surround her cheeks and her arms fall to her sides only to be gently placed against his torso seconds later.

They were so close. So close just like the time they kissed in the back of the Gymnasium when they were younger. Her lips were the same to him, still holding onto that Mike's Hard Lemonade, but this time it was more fruity due to the punch Y/n had drank.

But to Y/n it was different. It was so different.

She was taken back almost six years to when she took that lemonade from her Dad's outside fridge and got so much shit later that because he found the bottle cap on her dresser.

She never regretted it though. She felt alive, being rebellious, being secretive and her adrenaline pumping through her veins. She haven't felt the same since... until now.

Grayson opened his eyes, slowly pulling apart and watching her eyes flutter open to look up at him.

"Gray..." he was scared of what she might say next.

"You're drunk." her voice was soft, but it still cut into him like butter and he pulled his hands away from her and took a step back to sit on his bed.

"I'm drunk? That's all I am Kid! Because last time I checked I was in love with you." his mouth formed the sentence and spit it out before he even had a chance to think it over in his head.

"Grayson..." Y/n was still against the door, too afraid if she moved he'd have her back where she was.

"Do you realize how long I've liked you for?! Go on ahead I wanna hear what you have to say." the tone in his voice was something she had never heard before.

"I-"

"The first day I met you Y/n! The second I laid my eyes on you I- I- I had this feeling in my stomach- butterflies. That never happens. Ever. And you know what else?"

She stood there with her arms pinned to her side waiting for him to speak again.

"You'd always flirt with me, all the time. Do you remember that? Remember all those times in the library when you'd drag me down an empty hall and hold my hand until class was over? Or after school when we went to the park and you convinced me to write on the playground? I even wrote our initials under the slide!" he took a deep breath in before he stood up and started pacing the room.

"Oh yeah! And the endless times we would skip class to hid in the locker room and take people's locks and switch them around! You did that shit to me all the time Y/n! And I let it happen..."

"It's not like that," her voice was just a whimper compared to his.

"It's not like that?! What is it like then? You fucking led me on all the time for years and I still stuck around because you're Dad was a drunk and I was the only friend you had and I liked you so much it wouldn't even matter if I wanted to leave!"

"And when you kissed me, behind the Gym at our graduation, I went home and looked at rings because I was so delusional that I thought I'd marry you." Grayson's hands came up to ruffle through his hair, and the tears had started to form in his eyes before he could do anything about it.

"Will you please just listen me to me!" she had raised her voice now, her hands talking with her while her eyes locked with his.

"I like you Blue. I just- it's complicated."

"Right. Because you don't like me like that. Right?"

Y/n sighed. Both of them were too fucked up to be having this conversation right now. "No, because I'm fucking scared! Okay?! You're the only man in my life who hasn't treated me like absolute shit and- and what happens if we do this? Then what? I lose you too? Jesus Grayson do you ever think about anything through before you just go on a rampage?"

"Y/n, just shut up." and that's when Grayson's hands were pressed hard against her cheeks, pulling her close enough to feel him through his jeans.

Y/n still didn't know how it had happened, how they had gone from fighting to her being pressed up against his twin-sized bed in his room with him between her legs.

He hovered over her with his hands on either sides of her face while they locked the eye contact with silent consent.

Grayson's hands found Y/n's waist and slide down slowly until both of his hands were holding her legs open.

"Lift your dress Kid." he said, and she could feel his breath against her clothed clit while doing as he said quickly.

His hands rubbed slowly on her smooth thighs while he watched her do as he said before he pulled the dainty, thin piece of fabric Y/n was wearing to the side.

While doing so, Y/n's breathing caught in her throat to the touch of his rather large fingers grazing against her.

She was nervous, but the adrenaline she craved took over and followed every order that was asked of her.

There was another moment of consent, and that small nod was all Grayson needed as his tongue came in contact with Y/n's wet core.

He started off slow, trying to see how long it would take before she was begging for more, asking him: "Please, Blue... please."

The thought of it made him groan as he felt himself grow in his jeans that caused them to fit a bit more tight.

"Oh," Y/n moaned as Grayson made eye contact with her, just to pick up his pace.

He could hear the light taps on his comforter, and so he took it as another sign until she was slightly arching her back due to his work between her sweet folds.

He didn't realize he was burying himself in her until he loosened his grip on her thighs and stopped quickly to get a breath of air.

But Y/n's breathing was a bit harder now, and she croaked out a small "Gray," to beg him to continue.

But that's not what he wanted to hear. Blue.

His right hand let go of her leg, only to reach down and lightly trace along her silky folds to her pearl. "Hm?"

Y/n reached forward a bit at the sudden touch, and he found two of his fingers slowly dancing around her small numb that made her beg.

"Ple... please," she breathed out feeling him between her with a playful look on his face just knowing he'd get her to say it.

"Pleaseeee, what?" he mocked, opening his fingers just slightly to find her small, tight opening.

Grayson's mouth was just near an inch away from her core as he blew cold air into it making Y/n squirm just to have him grip onto her thigh.

"Gray," Y/n had a hard time finishing her train of thought before he had taken the two fingers and slid them into her wetness as they disappeared in her.

She gasped now, gripping onto his bed sheets and pulling her brows together to help keep the moan in.

She could fight it for as long as she could, but if he kept doing this to her, the whole neighborhood would know what they were up to.

Once again Grayson sped up, now moving his fingers in and out of Y/n while also swirling his tongue around her numb before kind of kissing sloppily and mixing the fluids around slightly.

"Fuck," she said, trying for reach for him as he moved her hand away.

"Say it Kid, go on." Grayson continued while he waited, listening to the sound of fingering his best friend.

And there were the magic words. "Blue, please... shit,"

This time Y/n successfully reached up for him, grabbing onto his brown locks and pulling him close to her core and using both hands to hold her still.

Grayson's mouth was open against her, and when he heard her screech as he felt her legs start to shake, he knew he was doing something right.

This continued, and he loved the sounds that he made her make, and he was nearly coming to his breaking point when he heard one last moan and felt the warmth on his chin.

He took a small collection of Y/n with his tongue and pulled her even loser while she whined and breathed heavy, her grip on his hair still strong.

Once she finally let go of Gray, and before he could even say a word to her, she said: "Fuck me Grayson."

[hyodles]

taichi’s birthday celebration! ✨

title: as thick as a brick pairing: taichi x (genderneutral)reader word count: 1091 notes: happy birthday best boy taichi! (in my time it’s actually 12/10 now but we’re gonna ignore that 🥰) possibly might write a pt2?

summary: in which both taichi and the reader are oblivious dumbasses pining for each other. 

“It’s so unfaiiiiiiiiiiir!”

Taichi whined for the tenth time within the past ten minutes. You’d started idly counting as you listened to him rant on about how his popularity. It wasn’t a new speech to you – God knows how many times you’d heard the same thing over and over again since you’d befriended the puppy.

This time, he seemed to be genuinely upset, even comparing himself to others in the theatre like Tenma, who he’d witnessed be confessed to four times within a school day – when it wasn’t even Valentine’s, he kept stressing to you, only something like that happens in Muku’s shoujo manga!

“I thought after MANKAI got a good rep, I’d be popular too!”

He began to roll around on your bed in anguish again – he’d roll around for a short period of time, then stop to complain some more – you had come to learn that the kid was hilariously terrible at multitasking – then roll again until he reached your spot on the floor. You sat with your back against the bed, and occasionally you would see Taichi’s arm reach over your shoulder to grab a potato chip to stuff in his mouth. Then he would roll again whilst chewing aggressively. At one point you had to interrupt his rant,

“I swear to God, if you get even a crumb on my bed, I’ll end you.”

But for the most part, you were just listening and nodding along to his monologue.

“Seriously, why am I not super popular yet?! I haven’t even gotten a girlfriend!” He flopped back onto your pillow, an arm covering his eyes. “Y’know what, even guys! Anyone! I don’t care! There’s not a SINGLE person interested in me!”

“Maybe there are people interested in you, but they’re too shy to say.” You comment, from your place on the floor. Adding wordlessly to your reply, or that you’re too oblivious to ever notice when someone has a crush on you.

So maybe, just maybe, you had a small crush on Taichi. Just a tiny one. The teeniest crush you could fathom. It’s not like you fought off people to get front-row seats at every Autumn Troupe play, or that you felt yourself melting whenever he finds you waiting for him backstage and gives you the brightest smile imaginable –

Okay, so maybe, just maybe it developed into a massive crush where your heart thudded painfully in your chest whenever he showed any small sign of affection towards you, his best friend.

It’s not like you were being subtle about liking him – you were sure every person in the theatre knew about your crush on him, minus Taichi himself. Banri had even offered to tell Taichi about your feelings himself, since you “seemed to be too much of a coward to do it yourself.”

Taichi sat up bolt-right in his bed, swivelling his head over to you. His eyes were wide as he stared back at you.

“R- Really?!” His cheeks flushing at the thought, “Being shy is cute! They’re probably intimidated because I’m getting so manly, hehe! I knew taking notes from the Autumn Troupe members was a good idea!”

But no, you were no coward. And you were going to prove it to him, and yourself. You still hadn’t forgiven him for that remark either, but you’ll get him back another day. He better sleep with one eye opened the next time you stay at the MANKAI dorm.  

“I wish they’d show themselves, if that was the case…” You pushed a hand through your hair, your gaze shifting from him and taking a sudden interest in the packet of potato chips in front of you.

“Maybe…” you swallowed. “Maybe there’s one of them in here. Right now.” There was a long silence, and you stood, wanting to leave the room as soon as possible as that had taken up all your courage. Risking a peek at Taichi to see his reaction – the boy in question was staring up at you in awe, a slight blush staining his cheeks. Your eyes met his and he seemed to snap out of it, jumping up out of the bed to clutch your hands.

“Woah! Th- That was a crazy smooth line! Have you been practicing?! Could you teach me how to sound that cool?”

Your heart was hammering in your chest. It felt like it was about to take off, and a small part of you wondered if he could hear it. There was a small silence, and his smile faded away. “Are you okay?”

“Y- Yeah! Aha. Ahahaha, yep, I’ve been practicing!” you attempted to laugh it off, sitting down on the bed.

“Wow, it was so convincing, too! You’re amazing!” There it was. The thing that gave your heart so much trouble. That smile. That damned smile.

“Ahaha… thank… you.” Could your cheeks stop themselves from becoming balls of flame? You were almost begging your blush to fade as you continued. “Why… Why do you wanna learn a line like that anyway? Is there someone you want to use it on? Someone you’re… interested in?”

Taichi yelped, his hands raising immediately in defence. “N- No! O- O- Of course there isn’t! Who would there p- possibly be?!”

You raised an eyebrow, and he continued rambling as his face turned as red as his hair.

“C’mon, would I not tell you if there was someone I liked? Of course I would! You’re just imagining things! Buzz. Oh, what’s that? I think… Buzzbuzz. I think my phone’s ringing!”

“You’re literally making the noises yourself—”

“No I’m not! Buzzbuzzbuzz- briiiiing. Yeah, see, there it is again! I really have to take that so… I’ll be right back!” His voice had gotten higher pitched as he spoke on, and it looked like his head would’ve exploded if he didn’t dash out of the room when he did.

After leaving the room. Taichi pressed a hand against his heaving chest, feeling his heart pounding against it. His mind racing about what you’d said before he’d embarrassed himself. There was no way you could be serious about liking him. …Could you? No, it was more likely you found out about his all-too-obvious crush on you. Banri had kept making comments about how he’d seemed even more like a puppy around you, and the phrase ‘puppy love’ had been used too often in the dorm.

He couldn’t think straight, but he barely could when he was around you. For now, there were too many questions piling up in his mind that couldn’t be answered.

[newcaptainofsquad9]

Daria & Chill~Jimin x fem! reader

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Summary: You finally get a weekend off from constant studying, and you plan on spending it alone. Your plans are thwarted by a rather persistent Jimin, your friend and crush who insists that he come over to give you company. Of course you couldn’t resist with his lonely voice and the fact that he promised snacks. During your Hulu viewing however Jimin gets rather close to you, forcing you to confess your feelings, along with other things.

Genre: College AU, Fluff, Romance, Smut

Word Count: 2, 955

 Warnings: Smut, you know the drill, don’t read unless you’re 18. 

Author’s Note: Whoops, more Jimin look at that. Other members stories are coming soon, I promise! Also as you see by the title there are Daria reverences, it’s ok  if you don’t get them but if watch the show too that’s dope. 

It’s almost six. Jimin should be on his way here. 

I can’t help but giggle as my heart flutters at the thought of Park Jimin. My best friend, my main shoulder to lean on for venting, gaming and just plain boredom. University has been up my ass lately with all these quizzes and assignments, I believe midterms snuck on everyone. This weekend was supposed to be chill: just me with ramen, but not just any ramen, I wanted to be experimental by adding cheese, boiled eggs and grilled chicken. After that it was gonna be some hot chocolate, courtesy of my roommates who overstocked prior to them leaving for their boyfriends’ houses( or dorms). 

My plan was thwarted by Mr. Park himself and his infamous, “what are u doing this weekend” text. Of course I could have ignored him, or worst left him on read, yet I didn’t. Those soft brown eyes came to mind, along with how those thick lips got whenever he pouted. Ok, maybe I shouldn't think about his lips or how kissable they are. Fuck, I can still cancel, right?

The abrupt vibration of my phone says otherwise. I pick it up from the couch next to my leg, opening it to see a text from yours truly.

Jimin: Outside your door, can I come in?

Well that defeats any attempts at trying to get out of this one. I rise with Jimin’s soft knocks. One quick look at the living room and I rush to the door, peeping through the peep hole prior to opening it. The moment I open it Jimin smiles, baring his teeth and dimples, the gesture bringing out his pale blonde hair beautifully. His arms are full of the snacks he promised: a plastic bag with what looks to be a box of popcorn, candy and sodas.

“Hi there stranger,” he greets.

“Hi,” I say, trying not to blush at how equal parts handsome,cute and sexy he looks in a black dress shirt, jeans and vans. He can truly pull off anything well.

“Wow Y/N,” Jimin gushes, “take a picture, maybe it’ll last longer.”

“Ah, wow sorry Jimin,” I say, “you just look really nice. Come in.”

I open the door wide enough and Jimin slips in. His eyes move over my own outfit: it’s nothing special, just some sweatpants and a dark hoodie. 

“You look stunning as always,” he says, “I was expecting pjs.” 

“Why did you think that?”

Jimin shrugs as he places the bag on the coffee table in front of the flat screen.

“I don’t know, you said you wanted a chill, laid back weekend,” he notes, “I expected cute pajama bottoms, that Avengers shirt you love so much and no bra.”

My face heats up at the meant of no bra. 

“J-Jimin,” I stammer, “maybe I wanted to look decent for my guest, hmm?”

Jimin giggles, smiling hard as he puts a hand through his blonde locks. 

“All jokes Y/N,” he says, “and I’m glad you consider me a guest, the sweats still look cute either way.”

I mumble a thanks, and throw on my hood to hide the rising blush in my cheeks. 

“S-so, what do you wanna watch first?” I ask while flipping through Hulu. 

Jimin hums. 

“It’s your chill weekend,” he says, “you pick.”

I give me a side longed look, taking in how comfort he got so quickly, leaning into the couch. He’s already nibbling on a strawberry laffy taffy stick, watching my saved shows with interest. I land on Daria, my smiling growing at the fond memories I had watching it.

“Daria sound good?”

Jimin giggles at my enthusiasm. 

“Of course.” 

I press an episode in it’s later season and slump down beside him, giving us enough space so I don’t turn into a blushing mess beside him. The iconic theme cuts on and I’m glued to the screen, singing along. 

“You want anything?”

I jump at how close Jimin got all a sudden. We’re shoulder to shoulder, his breath hits my ear. 

“I-um, yeah, popcorn would be nice, the microwave is to the right,” I say, pointing behind me. 

Jimin pats my knee, rises and pulls a bag of unpopped popcorn from his plastic bag. 

“Do you want me to pause?”

Jimin shakes his head. 

“No, you enjoy it,” he says. 

I do as he says, too engrossed in Daria’s oddly, yet still timing commentary and Quinn’s air headed ways. Jane’s always dope, but the one who always cracks me up is Sandi and her hilarious voice. 

“Why does she sound like that?” Jimin asks, returning with a hefty bag of kettle corn. 

“I don’t know, but it’s still stupid and funny,” I say. 

Jimin chuckles through a mouthful of taffy as he points at Tiffany. 

“Her voice is weird too, of course they’d hang out together,” he says. 

We get halfway through the second episode when Jimin whistles lowly at Daria kissing Tom in his car. 

“Wait, isn’t he with Jane?” he asks.   

I nod as I take a sip of soda. 

“Yep, it’s complicated,” I say, “they dated for a while then he got with Daria later, even though that doesn’t last long either.”

Jimin bites off his final piece of taffy. 

“Damn, that sucks,” he says, “how long have you lasted with someone?”

I nearly choke on my soda. 

“Um, p-pardon me? Last?”

Jimin narrows his eyes and giggles.

“Not like that, well maybe that too, but in this case I meant dating.”

I cannot believe this man is asking this. 

“There was this guy in high school I dated for a moment, before he moved on to another girl,” I explain, “all we did was hold hands, after that I never really lasted with anyone else.”

Jimin nods, eyes never leaving me.

“Are you seeing anyone?” he asks abruptly.

My chest flares at the question. He licks his lips, which should be because of all the taffy he just ate, I hope.

“No, but-”

He slides closer, my knee now touching his jean clad one. 

“But?” he asks. 

“There is this guy, and he drives me crazy.”

Jimin bites down on his lip, eyeing me with those smoldering brown pupils. God, he’s so close. His lips are more plump and pink from the candy, super kissable at the moment. 

“Does he drive you as crazy as I do?” he asks. 

“Jimin-”

His lips crash into mine, tasting of the sweet, yet artificial strawberry flavor. I blink before returning the kiss. His lips curl into a grin as they continue their work, stealing my breath away. Daria’s theme song blasts again, forcing me to jump, and Jimin to chuckle. 

“Maybe we should mute this, yeah?” he asks, biting down on his lip again. 

“You don’t wanna watch anymore?”

Jimin shakes his head. 

“Maybe later, all I want to do is kiss you again.”

His words send my head into a daze. 

“Jimin, wait,” I say. 

Jimin stops at my words, he’s close again, chest almost pressed against my own. He frowns.

“Do you think I’m a bad kisser?” he asks. 

A nervous giggle erupts from my chest.

“N-No, you’re amazing, it’s not that.”

Jimin slides away, eyes down on the carpet below our feet.

“Did I read you wrong?” he asks. 

“Jimin, n-no- wait, what?”

Jimin grins sheepishly. 

“I thought you liked me, I guess I-”

“H-hold on! I do like you!” I exclaim, “y-you just caught me off guard.”

Jimin’s face lights up. 

“R-Really?”

I nod and lean in to kiss him. He replies with a grin as our lips meet again, his lips are feverish this time, pressing harder, forcing me to groan against him. Jimin pulls back with a chuckle, hands moving down to caress my thighs. 

“Can I tell you something? Before we go any further,” he says. 

My face heats up again. Nothing can really top kissing him-wait did he just say further?

“Y/N, relax,” he reassures, “I’m up for doing whatever you want. Or,” he pauses to lick his lips again, “whatever you want to do with me.”

His hands continue to rub at my thighs, making me squeeze them together. 

“Mmh, is this ok?” he asks. 

“Yeah, I-I just,” I pause as Jimin pulls me closer so that I’m flush against his chest. 

“Hmm? Talk to me jagiya,” he says, “let me know what you’d like to do. It is your chill night.”

“Yeah, this is ok,” I say, “just keep kissing and touching me.”

Jimin smiles brightly, eyebrows furrowing up quickly prior to leaning back in. 

“Of course I can.”

Our lips meet again: Jimin’s soft touches correspond as his lips move mine to pant. His hands trace down my sides, forcing me to moan into the kiss he sets me into next. My jaw is his next target as his lips trail down and attached themselves to my neck. 

“J-Jimin, have you done this before?”

Jimin hesitates as he pulls away from my neck to press his forehead against my own. 

“Yes,” he admits, “a few times in the past.”

I nod and play with his hand that rests just above my waist. 

“If you’re wondering if I’m clean, I am,” he says, “but I’ll understand if you don’t want to.”

I place my hand on his cheek, forcing him to look to me. 

“Jimin, I want to, I just.”

Jimin squeezes my hand. 

“What? It’s ok, I’m a big boy,” he teases, “I can handle rejection, I have before.”

“I find that hard to believe,” I  say, “why would someone resist you Jimin.”

Jimin shrugs, a smile playing at his lips. 

“I didn’t know you found me so desirable Y/N, here I thought my crush wouldn’t go anywhere,” he says, “it’s all right if you don’t want to have sex.”

Jimin presses his point with a kiss to my cheek and slides away from me to settle for putting an arm around my shoulders. I can’t help but notice the tent in his jeans and how he shifted his legs. 

“Jimin, you’re hard,” I deadpan. 

Jimin chuckles. 

“Yeah, it goes to show how much I want you,” he says, “but I’m willing to wait, anything for you.” 

I move to palm his hardness, eliciting a sigh from him. 

“Baby, we don’t have to,” he groans. 

“I want to help you Jimin and I-” I pause and blush at the thought. 

Jimin grabs my hand, his eyes dark and shrouded with desire. 

“Tell me jagi, this is your night,” he says, “whatever you want.”

I bite down on my lip as I bring my hand back down on his lap to rub him through his jeans. 

“Can I touch you and maybe you could, “ I flush and pause again.

Jimin pulls me back towards him as his hands travel up and down my thighs at an agonizingly slow pace. 

“So, you want to jerk me off? Deal. Can I guess what else you want?”

I shudder at how low his voice got, completely overtaken in lust that I have to hide my own moan. Jimin tugs me closer so I’m nearly straddling him. He doesn’t give me time to adjust before his lips ghost back down my neck again. His tongue teases at the top of my chest, brown pupils dilated as he looks up at me. 

“Would you like me to touch you, here?”

With his question he goes to cup my breasts, thumb gently swirling around the nipple. I tense up at his action then bounce back down against his bulge. His breath adds to the sensation, fingers tracing down my shirt, stopping at the waistband of my sweats. 

“Want me to touch you here too?” he asks, nodding down to my lower region.

“Yes Jimin.”

A chuckle washes through him as his hand slips down my sweats, fingers moving slow yet with purpose against my warm center. My breath hitches once he slides my panties to the side, the tip of his index finger teasing my entrance once more. He continues to ease it in, hungry eyes never leaving me as I let out a low groan. 

“Mmh, you’re so wet already,” Jimin purrs, “as much as I’d love to finger you more jagi-”

He slips down onto his knees in front of me, yanks my sweats down to my ankles, forcing my heart to quicken its already rapid pace. 

“I’d much rather eat you out right here and now,” he declares, “is that ok?”

 Jimin’s duality never fails: he’s peering up at me with a tiny pout along with the sweet cadence of his voice. Even between my legs he seems as dashing as ever, making me squirm more. 

“Yes, just-we should probably-ah-”

His lips travel up my legs before taking a long kitten lick at my clothed slit. 

“Hm?” he reply's innocently, “talk to me.”

“S-shouldn’t we un mute the TV?” I ask, “w-we wouldn’t want anyone to hear.”

Jimin hums while tugging down my panties in concentration. 

“We wouldn’t would we?” he teases, “so what you’re saying is that you are gonna be loud.”

“I-”

Before I could say a word Jimin’s tongue flicks quick and hard against my folds, mouth smacking as he leans his head down to drag his tongue deeper. My head lulls back as a high pitched moan escapes me as he slows down with a prolonged lick and a groan that forces my legs to tremble. 

“J-Jimin, t-the remote, please, o-oh fuck!” 

His breath hits my center as he chuckles lowly. 

“Anything for you jagiya,” he says, but...”

He trails off prior to diving back in with the slow licks, looking up at me with those innocent eyes. How can he be like this? Is it legal to look so cute while doing something so sinful?

“Jimin!” I yelp, gripping down on his blonde locks, “please, j-just hurry!”

“God, you sound so amazing, mmh. Here.”

Jimin rocks back on his knees to reach for the remote behind him. In one swift motion he brings the sounds to the TV back to life; Daria’s monotone voice and Quinn’s annoying one fills the room. 

That’s the only chance I get to breathe until Jimin’s tongue continues it’s work. My hips roll to meet his tongue, my eyes screw shut as my moans grow and grow to echo through the empty halls of my dorm. Thank God my roommates aren’t home. I wouldn’t be able to explain this anyway. A build up bundle of nerves gather in my stomach as Jimin’s fingers join his expert tongue. 

“Jimin, I’m close, I think.”

“Yeah?” he asks with a doting smile, “let go ok?”

I nod as his fingers bend and bend as I pulse around him. His mouth takes full control again as he licks for dear life. My body responds accordingly as I come with a deep groan, and shudder. Jimin laps up my juices with vigor, I try to steady myself above him with a strong grip on his locks. He moans and pulls back, mouth covered in my mess. 

“You taste as sweet as the taffy,” he notes as he wipes his mouth clean, “mmh, no, even better than the candy.”

Jimin gently pulls my panties up, along with my sweats before rejoining me on the couch as if he wasn’t down on his knees a minute ago. He leans forward to grab a pack of gum from his snack back, eyes never leaving my own. 

“How was it?” he asks with a wink as he pops a square strip into his mouth. 

“Amazing,” I say, “w-what about you?”

Jimin sighs, and shuts his eyes as he chews away. 

“I promised you could, didn’t I?” he says as he moves to unbuckle his jeans and slide down his zipper. 

My hands push his own out of the way as I reach down in his briefs to bring out his length. 

“Ah, slow down,” he groans. 

I giggle at how much of a mess he is already.

“Oh, like you just did?” I counter, “ok.”

I start to pump at a steady pace, bitting my lip as I gauge Jimin’s reaction. His eyes flutter as tiny moans escape his plump lips. He’s already swollen in my hand with a bit of precum trailing from him. 

“Y/N,” he groans, “mmh, please ah!”

I slow my movements and give his length a slow, fluid pump, eliciting a delicious gasp from him. 

“Jagi,” he moans. 

“Talk Jimin,” I tease, “please what?”

His head lulls to my shoulder, mouth agape as he struggles to speak. 

“Faster!” he yelps, “please, I-I need to come!”

I oblige and jerk him faster and faster with his moans growing higher. His voice goes higher than I’ve ever heard, forcing me to jump and reach over his lap to grab the remote and turn the TV up a few more notches. My hand gets coated in his come, along with the bottom of my shirt and his own. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groans, “damn, sorry about your shirt.”

“Don’t be,” I say as I kiss him deeply.

He whimpers into the kiss while I slowly remove my hand from his length. I pull back and trace my fingers along his jawline. 

“Does this mean we’re a couple now?” I ask, “I-I mean I know we didn’t really have sex bu-”

Jimin cuts me off with a chaste kiss. 

“We are Y/N,” he whispers, “I still would have cuddled and watched Daria with you if we didn’t do anything.”

“Really?” 

Jimin chuckles and presses a kiss to my forehead. 

“Yes really, now can we lay back and watch what Daria is going to expertly critic next?”

“Of course,” I say, “right after we change shirts.”                

[eventyrstuff]

Every Kdrama I’ve watched under the cut, to keep track and for recommendations.

Warning: Spoilers, few unpopular opinions ahead, please bear in mind: to each their own.

2009

·       You’re Beautiful – 16 amusing episodes (Finished)

o   Is the plot interesting? This was the era of female leads pretending to be male (Hana Kimi, Ouran etc), but I still loved it. We follow the story of the female lead (who was a Nun at the beginning) who pretended to be her twin brother and become a part of the country’s current hottest band because her twin had a cosmetic surgery mishap (lol). It’s mostly trying to fit in and try not to get exposed but of course our male lead discovered her true identity thus begin her suffering and second also knows but did not admit it thus begin his unrequited love and comic relief and best character in the series was left in the dark thus begin questioning his sexuality 7/10 o   Am I emotionally invested on the Main Leads? YES. Park Shin Hye is love and Jang Geun Seuk’s smile is freaking adorable. 9/10 o   Did I grew attached to the secondary characters? JEREMY AND SHINWOO AND JOLIE YES. 10/10 o   Are the OSTs compelling? MOST DEF. I fell in love with PSH’s “Lovely Day” and “ Without Words”, ANJELL’s “Still” and “Promise” though I prefer Lee Hong Ki’s version 8/10 o   Would you rewatch? I’ll definitely rewatch, I would love to compare my opinion back in my tween years and opinion now   o   Favorite Episode/Scenes: Episode 6 – Shin Woo and Mi Nam’s pseudo date (totally heartbreaking for tween me) Episode 11 – supermarket scene was the best, Episode 13 – Cooking scenes was hilarious, every scene with Jeremy, TAE KYUNG AND THE PIG o   Words Association: GO MI NAM, Pig-Rabbit, JOLIE!, Fly me to the moon, “hyung, vinegar?” o   Yes it has overused plots, common conflicts and family drama but the characters and their dynamics are truly worth watching this and if you need a good laugh (this drama has a looooot of funny scenes), this one is for you. 8/10

2011

·       Heartstrings – 15 forgotten episodes (Finished)

o   Is the plot interesting? It’s a college drama involving modern and traditional Korean music. I honest to God forgot the whole drama, I think there was rivalry between the main leads? 6/10 o   Am I emotionally invested on the Main Leads? Not sure, but if it’s Park Shin Hye, I guess so, sorry I’m shit at remembering this drama o   Did I grew attached to the secondary characters? I forgot so I guess not? o   Are the OSTs compelling? I am pretty sure it got an amazing Osts with having Park Shin Hye and CN Blue’s Yong Hwa but the only thing I remember was the song “Byeul” or Star and it was sung by the secondary character but it was really catchy o   Would you rewatch? Looks like I need to rewatch since I mostly forgot this drama o   Will rate once I have rewatched but if you shipped Yong Hwa and Park Shin Hye’s characters in You’re Beautiful, this one is for you.

Then after years of Jdramas, Anime, Mangas, YA books I returned to Kdramaland in…

2018

·       Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo – 16 charming episodes (Finished)

o   Is the plot interesting? College athletes’ coming of age drama, added a dash of love and friendship and dreams. Strong female lead and affectionate male lead, sign me the fuck up. 9/10 o   Am I emotionally invested on the Main Leads? I AM EMOTIONALLY INVESTED WITH THE LEADS PERSONAL AND LOVE LIVES. YES. 10/10 o   Did I grew attached to the secondary characters? YES EVEN THE CAMEOS (Hello Lee Jong Suk who I haven’t watched any of his drama yet at the time and Ji Soo) 10/10 o   Are the OSTs compelling? I downloaded 2 of their OSTs (You&I and Dreaming), it was the first Korean songs in my playlist 9/10 o   Would you rewatch? Absolutely o   Favorite Episode/Scenes: “BOK JOO, WATCH OUT!”, “YOU DIE, I WILL KILL YOU”, Snow kisses, the gang in the amusement park, THAT SCENE WITH JISOO AND JOO HYUK o   Word Association: SWAG, Messi, Chicken, Samgyupsal, WHAT, Chubs o   I totally recommend to everyone, it has a unique plot, still not over the main lead’s chemistry, you’ll fall in love with the whole story. 10/10

 ·       The Heirs – 20 clichéd episodes (Finished)

o   Is the plot interesting? It’s your typical rich man poor woman plot, high school setting oozing with alpha males and lots of trope scenes, if only female lead was also an heir or they develop more on her character it will be memorable, I can’t really differentiate with other dramas with the same plot – well except the male lead’s mother is not your typical mother who absolutely hates the female lead 3/10 o   Am I emotionally invested on the Main Leads? No, not really more on the secondary characters, both male and female leads are meh 2/10 o   Did I grew attached to the secondary characters? With the mute mother and FL’s bestfriend and his girlfriend yes, everyone else is forgettable 3/10 o   Are the OSTs compelling? I only remember “Love is a moment” because it was used by fanmade crack videos on youtube ahahaha 2/10 o   Would you rewatch? Probably no. o   I guess if you are a big fan of Boys Over Flowers and looking for the same genre this one’s for you, this did not really age well for me, probably would have loved this if I watched back when I was in highschool – reminds me of wattpad days. 3/10

 ·       W: Two Worlds – 16 enthralling episodes (Started 2018 Finished 2020)

o   Is the plot interesting? The plot is what compelled me to watch this drama, male lead is a webtoon character created by the female lead but made famous by her father. Male lead does not have your best childhood experiences but became really successful as an adult but there are mysterious instances that put his life on danger, the female lead (doctor) was drawn in on the comic and saved his life, unknowingly her actions changed the course of the story and it reflected on the comic in the real world – this was truly a good concept 9/10 because I actually forgot I started this drama last 2018 then rewatched and finished this 2020, I am still confused. o   Am I emotionally invested on the Main Leads? THE CHEMISTRY WAS ON THE ROOF ON THIS ONE. I DIDN’T EVEN CARE ABOUT THE OTHER CHARACTERS 10/10 o   Did I grew attached to the secondary characters? I was actually more focused on the main leads, did not exactly give much attention to other characters 3/10 o   Are the OSTs compelling? I only liked “Where are you” but it was sung by that guy who was jailed among other things so I don’t know how I feel now. Still the opening was lit o   Would you rewatch? Yes, I will try to fully understand what the mechanics or rules of being a webtoon character and being alive in the real world o   Favorite Episode/Scenes: KISS IN THE JAIL was the first thing that came to my mind, also real life scenes to comic scenes and vice versa- kudos to the artists, slap and kiss scene, the flashing scene, 4 romantic concepts scene, the adorable scenes recreating the illustration book, the transition when yeon Joo dropped her ring, the hospital bed scene o   Words Association: #4, handcuffs, all the winks, sudden “saranghaeyo”, ring, bus stop, “to be continued” o   This drama was amazing for the first 10 episodes then became complicated after, I loved the chemistry between the 2 main leads but unfortunately overpowered the whole story – don’t get me wrong I love love stories, but my reaction was the same as those who read the comics – too much cutesy stuff they forgot the storyline, I wanted them to explore the W show, but they focused on filling the plothole for the murderer which created more conflicts and confusing scenes. The line between the comic and real word created plot devices and more questions. This drama has flaws but cool premise though, I hate amnesia plot on any drama but it was well incorporated on this one. 8/10

·       Goblin – 16 amazing Episodes (Finished, rewatched 2020)

o   Is the plot interesting? A general in Goryeo dynasty got punished by the Gods to be immortal and his sword still in his chest only the Goblin bride can take it off so he can be at peace and die. Immortal lead with a side of grim reaper as best friend, charming female lead with a confident female boss – a story with reincarnation and ghosts, scenes that will tug your heart – yes, one of Kdrama Masterpiece 10/10 o   Am I emotionally invested on the Main Leads? At first no no with the age gap but yes, I say while crying o   Did I grew attached to the secondary characters? HELL TO THE YES, DEOK HWA, GRAMPS, SECRETARY KIM, HELLO CUTIE TAE HEE, SUNNY AND GRIM REAPER 10/10 o   Are the OSTs compelling? HAUNTINGLY BEAUTIFUL OSTS, particularly “Round and Round”, “I Miss You”, “Stay with Me” and even without lyrics I still worship “When the time stops” aka the music that speaks to your soul 10/10 o   Would you rewatch? YES ALREADY DID BRUH WILL DO AGAIN o   Favorite Episode/Scenes: Every bromance scene, I got hooked by the scene in the first ep where Eun Tak celebrated her birthday with her ghost mother, epic goblin and grim reaper modelling in the highway, everytime sunny flips her hair, grim reaper and his guests in the tea shop o   Word Association: Canada, sad love, candles, rain, chicken, tea, car crash *sorry not sorry* o   Totally recommended, well-deserved on its popularity. Will make you laugh and cry, at the same time. Acting skillz man. 10/10

 ·       Strong Woman Do Bong Soon – 16 whacky episodes (Finished)

o   Is the plot interesting? Female lead has super strength which was actually passed down to every woman born in her family, she wants to be a game developer but instead got hired as bodyguard of our male lead who is a ceo of a gaming company 8/10 o   Am I emotionally invested on the Main Leads? I remember that I did, I was? I need to rewatch haha o   Did I grew attached to the secondary characters? I remembered I did not like Ji soo’s character and don’t really remember other characters… o   Are the OSTs compelling? Can’t quite remember so I need to - o   Would you rewatch? Yeahp, will do o   I’ll do a rewatch before rating

I had a watch list back in 2018, but then I became busy with work and life until…

2020 (Details will be more longer since every Kdrama is still fresh on my mind)

·       My ID is Gangnam Beauty – 16 pretty episodes (Finished)

o   Is the plot interesting? Basically, female lead deems herself ugly and undergone a plastic surgery to fully change her face before attending the university – but a popular guy back in highschool (junior high?) was also attending the same uni and recognized her – it’s a mellow sort of drama tackling Korean beauty and it’s extent, still cute story tho 7/10 o   Am I emotionally invested on the Main Leads? We must protect Mi-rae at all cost, Cha Eun Woo’s character is a little bit emotionally constipated but Eun Woo is *swoon* 8/10 o   Did I grew attached to the secondary characters? I am all for Mi-rae’s family and childhood friend, Kyung Seok’s sister, Yoo eun was very notable as well, I love how her character is completely fair and understanding 7/10 o   Are the OSTs compelling? “D-day” and “True” is a bop to listen to, everytime I hear “Something” all I remember is Cha Eun Woo’s slow mo glance, other OST is a bop but not enough for me to put on my playlist 6/10 o   Would you rewatch? Probably but not right now o   Favorite Episode/Scenes: New face dance, bathroom scene with Kyung Seok beating the shit out of their senior, whenever Kyung Seok is annoyed with Soo-A but total heart eyes mode with Mi Rae, Cinema pseudo date – eating popcorn using straws, when he changed the color of his hair, Kyung Seok’s ID when he was a waiter, their high school date, and that last sweet scene in the final episode o   Word Association: gangnam, perfume, plastic, umbrella, soju o   I wasn’t planning on watching kdramas again after a long time but this quarantine just makes you do things and no regrets at all, MIIGB probably isn’t the best of the best but it definitely made me want to watch more kdramas and lo and behold more kdramas watched in a span of 2 months than in a year back in 2018. I love how it tackles on true beauty and female oppression and how idiotic alpha male trope is 7/10

 ·       While You Were Sleeping – 16 not enough episodes (Finished)

o   Is the plot interesting? A prosecutor, a reporter and a cop can see the future when they sleep, which helps them in solving cases and do their best to change it. Every case is fascinating makes you say “ohhhhh” when they present their defense and I am like *chef kiss* I love the premise and the supernatural part of the story. 10/10 o   Am I emotionally invested on the Main Leads? YES. JAE CHAN AND HONG JOO ARE ADORKABLE AND HAS INSANE VISUALS  10/10 o   Did I grew attached to the secondary characters? HAVE YOU MET JUNG HAE IN, THE PROSECUTOR TEAM WAS THE BEST. YES. EVEN THE SIDE CHARACTERS ON CASES AND THE VILLAINS 10/10 o   Are the OSTs compelling? I usually don’t hear the OSTs while focusing on a scene but boy oh boy, OSTs stole everything, I am obsessed with the whole album. The melody and tune is very captivating everytime you hear it you just want to embed it on your brain. If you are still having second thoughts watching this drama, listen to it’s OSTs the feels they give is the same feels when you watch 1000/10 o   Would you rewatch? I’ve watched it again after finishing it so yes, 100% yes, need more episodes still having withdrawal syndrome, still watching fanmade videos on youtube o   Favorite Episode/Scenes: Every episode lol, the opening sequence, the outro scenes in episode 2 and 3 (with that background music), everytime “It’s you”, “You belong to my world”, “When night falls” and “I love you boy” is the bg music, every Jae Chan and Hong Joo parallel (Episode 2 and 16 particularly), OT3 scenes, the shadow picture, KISS IN THE RAIN, IN THE SAKURA TREE AND THE ALMOST KISS IN THE CAR if I list down all of my fave, I will be writing the whole summary of each episode. Hmmm. o   Words Association: Snow hug, sakura kiss, batman and robin, scarf, JUST ICE, choir, seatbelt, samgyupsal, femme fatale, lip balm o   I HIGHLY RECOMMEND. ULTIMATE FAVE. I AM BIASED SHUTTUP. JUST WATCH. NONE CAN COMPARE. NUFF SAID. 100000/10 SOMEONE FANGIRL WITH ME

 ·       Pinocchio – 20 important episodes (Finished)

o   Is the plot interesting? This whole drama is about mass media and its major influence on anyone’s life and it is so powerful. We have a male lead whose family has experienced the impact of misguided news and it is painful to watch because this really happens irl at worse, this is due to a reporter which is our female lead’s mother. Now our female lead has Pinocchio Syndrome hence the drama title, she can’t help but hiccup when she lies, it’s very interesting to know why both leads wanted to be a reporter given their situation 10/10 o   Am I emotionally invested on the Main Leads? YES, I JUST WANNA HUG THEM. Imagine having a condition that forces you to tell the truth, you can’t keep your feelings, privacy or secrets at all and to add an indifferent mother who did not care for your dreams but more on publicity. Imagine having a dream and working hard to reach it but after college you fail every job interview and it’s so realistic I just ashfdsjfha (Except the Pinocchio syndrome part but come on) Imagine experiencing a childhood where you don’t know what happened to your firefighter father, is the news about him running away true because it was his fault all those other firefighters are dead? Imagine your brother doing his best to hold your family together because your mother is on the verge of nervous breakdown to the point of pushing her to choose death, pulling you to a hug and just jump? Imagine this male lead fighting every chance to not love this girl who is the daughter of the reason why his family is gone now and could not leave her because she is also the reason why he decided to fight for the injustice done to his family and to others victims of fake news and they are so supportive of each other. It freaking hurts and I’m sorry I just have a lot of emotions for these two 1000000/10 o   Did I grew attached to the secondary characters? YEEEEES, GRANDPA AND FATHER, I LOVE THEIR FAMILY DYNAMICS SO MUCH WHEN GRANDPA CRIED I CRIED! EVEN JA MYUNG HYUNG who has not enough episode in THEY DESERVE TO BE TOGETHER NOT JUST FOR ONE EPISODE. EVEN BEOM JU, YOO RAE, NITPICKER JANG, CAPTAIN, BOTH CAPTAINS ACTUALLY, CHAN SOO AND HIS FAMILY EVEN I LOVE TO HATE THE VILLAINS 100/10 o   Are the OSTs compelling? I was too focused on the intensity of the story but I do love the bg music –“First Love”, “The Only Person”, “Pinocchio” are few notable OSTs 8/10 o   Would you rewatch? YES FREAKING YES, I REWATCHED AFTER WATCHING IT o   Favorite Episode/Scenes: Episode 16 as a whole, because main lead conflict with each other was resolved and that dinner scene is one I always rewatch, of course episode 1 introduction for Dal Po is freaking hilarious, Episode 2’s “Because I like you” damn feels, snow kiss, all the grandpa scenes and brother scenes, that scene when In ha remembered being drunk, that scene where Dal Po meets his brother again and I just ahjasgdjhsdgf, the intense debate and paralleling it in the seminar, the Christmas episode pyung pyung pyung my heart huhu o   Word Association: Six Degrees Separation, rumor, button, MSC/YGN News, traffic cones, hiccups, piggy banks, text messages, family o   EVERYONE SHOULD WATCH THIS. I LOVE EVERY PART. IT WAS ON MY WATCHLIST LAST 2018 WHY DID I NOT WATCHED IT THEN. THE ACTING THOUGH YOU JUST FEEL THEIR INTENSE EMOTIONS THROUGH THE SCREEN. FEELS EVERYWHERE. 100000/10

 ·       Romance Is A Bonus Book – 16 heartwarming episodes (Finished)

o   Is the plot interesting? It’s about romance and books! Lee Jong Suk is on it what more can you ask for? Kidding aside it tells a story of a 30 something mother who to go back to work after 12 years which left a huge gap on her resume, she also got recently divorced and experiencing the repercussion of that, all of the job she applied for has focused on her work gap instead of her skills (which by the way as an HR a very hard truth). She applied as a support role on a publishing company and got hired but by omitting a lot of things on her resume. Oh and her childhood friend, our male lead is actually a co-owner and editor of the company. And he is also in love with her since high school. 9/10 but the fluffiness of the whole series is worth 10/10 o   Am I emotionally invested on the Main Leads? YES, Dan-I is totally relatable and Eun Ho is lovable. I love their relationship so much they are each other’s home. 10/10 o   Did I grew attached to the secondary characters? With Hae-rin (COME OOON UNREQUITED LOVE AGAIN WITH LJS CHARACTER?), Seo Joon, President Kim, Manager Seo, and our very own Gangnam Leopard YES. Others not so much. 8/10 o   Are the OSTs compelling? The OSTs are feel good, the kind of playlist you want to hear when you read or travelling, point to “Rainbow”, “Walking on Sunshine”, “Happy End”also the heart churning feels when “You’re Beautiful” and “ A Story I couldn’t see” begins playing in the bg 10/10 o   Would you rewatch? YES over and over and over again o   Favorite Episode/Scenes: The first episode with the wedding visuals, so aesthetic with the running in the highway, the power dance was so out of place but it was adorable, the scene where Dan-I reminisce her married life and it just breaks your heart, the essay part of her application is just motivating and sad, WHEN EUN HO WAS DRUNK AND WENT TO DAN-I’s PLACE BECAUSE HE ALWAYS GO THERE WHEN HE MISSES HER AND I JUST AHGSHJAGDKJGHJ, “If that’s love, I love her then”, GANGNAM LEOPARD CLUB SCENE, the subtle Snow confession (what’s with LJS and Snow???) the long brown overcoats comes out I’m there, when Eun Ho rejected Hae Rin so nicely I cry, movie date, the day Dan-I and Eun Ho spent together at their house, all the book pages at the end of each episode o   Words Association: THE MOON IS BEAUTIFUL, noona, power pose, love letters, books, seasons change, cucumber allergy, April 23 o   This drama is literally a warm blanket on a rainy day. Recommended if you want a pure love story with almost no conflict and mellow storyline – just the thought of finding love and home in the same person is truly heartwarming. For aspiring writers and book lovers! Love the quotable quotes in it and the warm feels it gives 10/10

 ·       Extraordinary You – 16 extraordinary episodes (Finished)

o   Is the plot interesting? We follow the story of the extras in a comic book. Get it? EXTRAordinary you, haha okaaaay, anyway, its fictional characters becoming aware that they are fictional characters and trying to change their fates, having a life of their own outside the “stage” and all around creating chaos – breaking the 4th wall if you will. We have your cliché high school filled with rich kids and an elite group called A3 (which was funny bc it was almost mocking F4), then we have the female lead who thought she was the main character of the story but was only the love bridge extra for the main characters. And our beautiful male lead who does not even have a name. Very attention-grabbing 10/10 also just found out the drama was based on a webtoon, so it’s a webtoon inside a webtoon nice. o   Am I emotionally invested on the Main Leads? Dan-Oh is a fun character to watch, her range of emotions and the way she acts in and out of the stage deserves a standing ovation, I don’t mind Ro Woon’s visual too haha 9/10 o   Did I grew attached to the secondary characters? Yes to Lee Do Hwa (Because violin playing cutiepie), Joo Da (girl became aware and finally got claws at the end) and Dried Squid Fairy and Su Hyang (because their history is interesting) , not really into Bae Kyung or Nam Joo (who was 2dimensional character until the end) 8/10 o   Are the OSTs compelling? I loved all the instrumental background music especially “Highschool Runway”, Also “My Beauty” which was very kdrama-esque ending song 7/10 o   Would you rewatch? BIG YES o   Favorite Episode/Scenes: Every Dan-Oh and Do Hwa’s internal monologue and their bromance, every time Dan Oh breaks character but the page flips, every time she curse and criticize the writer, checking the male population’s back, when Dan-oh opened the umbrella and we got to see Haru’s face *dokidoki*, every reaction when they transition from stage to shadow, I mean kudos to Kim Hye Yoon’s acting from crying to laughing then from head over heels over Bae Kyung then cringing at herself , “It’s Bae Kyung Time”, the scene where Haru and Dan-oh was holding hands and here comes third wheel Do Hwa the way they reacted with Dan Oh’s “Annyeong Lee Do Hwa” made me rofl o   Word Association: AYUUU JINJJA, HARUYAAAAA, stage, shadow, page flips, October 10, secret, flower o   I love the concept and how it felt like writing fanfiction, you put your favorite characters in alternative universes or different setting and watch them fall in love all over again – in this case destiny also plays a huge part since the writer continuously separate them but they still fall in love with each other outside the stage. It’s fun to see the other side or the fillers whenever characters are not on acting on stage, they have more character depth and development. I definitely love the Sageuk and College AU part. 9/10

 ·       Graceful Family – 16 wild episodes (Finished)

o   Is the plot interesting? It’s a drama full of Makjang so we are riding on a rollercoaster ride, I am here for all of it gimme gimme that outrageous plot with a dash of crazy family on the side and a group of people who cleans up their messes 9/10 o   Am I emotionally invested on the Main Leads? SEOK HEE IS THE BEST FEMALE LEAD YET FREAKING BADASS BITCH QUEEN. Yoon Do is okay but really overpowered by Seok Hee’s strong personality 10/10 for Seok Hee o   Did I grew attached to the secondary characters? I am very interested in Ms. Han and the Top Team’s deal unfortunately it was not addressed further in the series, wouldn/t mind a mini sequel with them as the main characters, Choi Na Ri and Seo Jin is loooove, and I love Wan Soo with all my heart even after everything that happened 9/10 o   Are the OSTs compelling? “Liar” is on my playlist solely for me to feel as badass as Seok Hee and “Black Diamond” because it plays with your emotions 8/10 o   Would you rewatch? Solely for all the WTF moments o   Favorite Episode/Scenes: ALL THE DINING TABLE SCENES, opening scene in the first episode got me hooked, all Seok Hee scenes made me stay, Wan Soo’s hilarious scenes, that whole hanbok shop scene, whole jail fiasco, when Seok Hee fights head to head with TOP management, PICASSO’S FUNERAL SCENE, Episode 9 when Choi Na Ri moved in, episode 15’s biggest plot twist, Episode 16 and it’s whole 1 hour and 45 minutes of drama o   Word Association: Home sweet home, Cannes, Picasso, power vacuum, kingmaker, Auntie o   It has a lot of flaws, plotholes and characters you wished was fleshed out but man what an exhilarating ride it was. I love all the dirty secrets in the closets and plot twists (won’t spoil just watch it!) but Seok Hee is definitely the show stealer for me. Soo Hyang’s character here is starkly different with her character in My ID is Gangnam Beauty and it’s really amazing. 9/10

 ·       Hi, Bye Mama – 16 heartbreaking episodes (Finished)

o   Is the plot interesting? This is all about mother’s love and the life she left behind. Our female lead died in an accident and has been a ghost for five years watching over her family especially her daughter, she watched how her family moved on – her husband remarried and her daughter grew up with a different mother. The Gods has given her a chance to live again if she gets back her place within 49 days – this means she get the chance to become human again and finally meet her daughter. 9/10 o   Am I emotionally invested on the Main Leads? I AM EMOTIONALLY INVESTED IN ALL OF THEM. 10/10 o   Did I grew attached to the secondary characters? SEO WOO YAAAAAA, Min Jung, her whole family and best friends even the other ghosts and their painful stories YES. 10/10 o   Are the OSTs compelling? I was busy crying and could not really hear the bg music because all I hear is my heart breaking a million times. But “Happy” made me happy and sad at the same time and the haunting “Same Town, New Story” instrumental is love o   Would you rewatch? I am not sure if I’m ready to cry again o   Favorite Episode/Scenes: whole episode 8 is where I broke down crying – I know this whole series is about mother’s and their unconditional love but episode 8 showed fathers and their incomparable love to their daughters and I just asjhdajksd the epilogue in this episode just made me cry nonstop – I am actually crying just remembering that scene, every epilogue will make you ugly cry, every time Seo Woo smiles, Episode 11 and that epic showdown in Kid’s café, when Yu Ri became human again and how happy she was she can hold Seo Woo, every scene with her and Seo Woo bonding, Gang Hwa and the egg,  the list of things she wants to do, when Seo Woo finally called her MAMA o   Words Association: mother, stepmom, ghosts,  “I am happy”, shaman, egg, 49 days o   I am emotionally exhausted watching this show, I cried on every episode, this definitely hurt me in every way possible. Highly recommended if you want a good long nonstop cry 10/10

Dramas I did not completely watched sans a few episodes, finished by skipping scenes or reading drama reviews. Warning: total unpopular opinions

2009

·       Boys Over Flowers – we all know Hana Yori Dango is superior, I just got bored of recycled scenes and I really don’t like LMH here, sorry

2018

·       Scarlet Heart Ryeo - Plot is very interesting but Sageuk dramas are not my cup of tea, reminds me of Fushigi Yuugi which I hated when I was a kid dunno why haha, will look for my motivation to watch the whole drama ·       Oh My Ghostess – got spoiled, skipped and just read episode summary

2020

·       Hello Monster – did not even finish 1st episode, skipped through episode 2 -3, too many plot holes, just read last episode spoilers ·       Hotel De Luna – finished 7 episodes got distracted by work and life. Plotline is interesting and characters look promising, will rewatch but I already know the spoilers and ending ·       School 2013 – just read the dramabeans episode reviews, may watch but reminds me of Gokusen concept (which I do love but very repetitive) so may not ·       Suspicious Partner – I liked the plot but unfortunately did not care too much on the main mystery of the whole show which was who the actual murderer is, did not like the shared childhood trauma, but acting still was good, its just the storyline ·       Doctor Stranger – I seriously would have loved to finish this because LJS’s acting skills on point (how can he be that seriously angry in North Korea then be clumsy adorkable in South? Howww) but alas, the female lead storyline is cringy I stopped at episode 6, read reviews and it would have been 20 wasted episodes for me ·       What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim – full of stereotypical tropes I could not finish, too romcom for me and could not invest too much about their history

Watchlist (2020)

·       Hospital Playlist ·       Crash Landing On You ·       Kill Me, Heal Me ·       I Am Not A Robot ·       Sky Castle ·      Love Alarm

Hit me up with your recommendations, better yet your favorite kdrama and reasons why it’s your fave!

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Take Care

Tom and the twins with drunk y/n

Request: Would you do a second part to the Tom taking care of drunk reader story?? :D Maybe with the guys there witnessing her shenanigans too & helping Tom keep her in check? lol That is one of my top favorites by you & I’d love to see another part if you’re willing!! 🥰

A/n: I love writing about drunk reader. Not gonna lie.

“BRIE MODE!” You yelled as you stood on one of the barstools. You were trying to climb onto the bar, but Tom was holding you back. You groaned as he wrapped his arms around you, placing you back on the floor. “Let me enjoy my Brie Mode.”

“You aren’t Brie Bella,” he reminded you with a laugh.

“I can be whatever I want to be,” you told him, looking past his shoulder to find Harry and Sam. “My twins!” You yelled, pushing past Tom to meet them. You tripped over yourself as you approached them, Harry catching you before you hit your face.

“How drunk are you?” Sam asked as Tom walked to catch up with you.

“I’m not drunk- you are,” you told him. “Bitch.” You started laughing really hard, thinking you were hilarious. “Tommy, dance with me!” You grabbed his hand and started jumping around wildly.

“We should start heading home, love,” Tom said making you stop. You looked at him with a pout.

“Do I have to?” You whined.

“Yes- it’s getting late, and I’m super tired. I ready to head to bed,” he told you, taking advantage of your caring nature. Even under the influence, you wanted Tom and all of your friends to be taken care of.

“Okay,” you told him, a hint of sadness in your voice at the thought of leaving. Tom held your hand in his and headed for the exit, Harry and Sam right behind you. “Tommy, there are some girls taking pictures of you over there,” you pointed out, Tom quickly grabbing your hand and pulling it to your side.

“It’s okay. Don’t pay them any mind,” he told you.

“Harry!” You yelled looking over your shoulder to see the curly haired boy.

“Yes, y/n?” He answered with a laugh.

“Would you be mad if I took your camera from you?” You asked him. “I wanted to take some pictures on my trip in a few months, but I’m too lazy to buy my own.”

“I’d be mad if you stole it, but you can borrow it.”

“Really!” You asked excitedly. He laughed and told you ‘yes’. “Yippee, Tommy, I get to take Harry’s camera when I go on my vacay.”

“That’s wonderful, darling,” Tom acted like he cared, helping you into the car.

“Here’s some water,” Sam offered to you. You looked at it once.

“Is it spiked?” You asked him seriously. The boys couldn’t contain their laughter at your question.

“No, it’s just plain water.”

“Mmmm, I’ll pass,” you answered and tried to turn away.

“No, you’ll drink it,” Tom chimed in. He took the bottle from his younger brother and put it in your hand. “All of it.”

“You’re not the boss of me,” you argued.

“I am when you’re shitfaced. It’s part of the agreement when you made me your boyfriend.” Your eyes furrowed, head tilting to the side as he said this.

“Really?” You asked.

“Yep.” “Really.” Sam and Harry added, helping their brother. You looked at Tom with a stubborn expression.

“Drink the water,” he said sternly. You made a face, mocking him as you took the bottle from him, taking a sip of the tasteless liquid.

“I don’t like it,” you whined. Tom rolled his eyes at you, new plan coming to mind.

“Then don’t drink it. Be my guest, but you’ll feel like shit tomorrow and I’ll be there to say ‘I told you so’.”

You watched as he turned away from you, acting like he was mad which subsequently made you feel bad. You took the bottle, drinking it for real this time to make him happy. You finished the bottle quicker than you probably should have, showing the empty bottle to Tom, “I did it.” He looked at you, seeing a big, proud smile on your face and took the empty bottle.

“Thank you, Princess,” he said, placing a kiss to your lips.

“I love you!” You yelled in a high pitched voice before sitting back in your seat. “My boyfriend is better than your boyfriend,” you told the twins.

“Oh, you think so?” Harry asked making you nod proudly. “Well I’d say my older brother is better than your boyfriend.” Your jaw dropped at his challenge, looking at Tom.

“He said his brother is better than you,” you told him.

“I can’t believe it,” Tom said, playing along with you. “What a traitor.”

“Right!” You said dramatically. “When are we getting home? I want some food.”

“Soon,” Sam said simply.

“Sam, you’re so nice,” you told him. He laughed out a ‘thank you’ before you looked at Harry. Pausing for a second before speaking, “You’re a bitch.” Tom and Sam both laughed at your sudden, random comment.

“Why am I the bitch? What did I do to you?”

“Exist,” You said with a shrug. “You’re fun to mess with, but you mess with me too.”

“Oh fuck off,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“See, a bitch,” you lifted your hand, showcasing how he proved your point. He slapped your hand away from him making you smack him back.

“Alright, children. Calm down,” Sam said. “Fight when we get inside.”

Tom helped you out of the car, basically carrying you to the house and leading you to the bedroom. “Will you tuck me in?” You asked him, suddenly overcome with sleepiness.

“I thought you were going to do that for me,” Tom teased, a smile coming to his face.

“I will tomorrow,” you promised. He laughed, guiding you to lay on the bed. “You’re the best boyfriend in the whole wide world. And you’re really pretty. I love you so much.”

Tom breathed out a laugh, a blush coming to his cheeks. “I love you too, Princess. Get some sleep.” He placed a kiss to your forehead, ready to walk away.

“Wait- are you going to stay with me?”

“I’ll be back,” he promised. “I have two more kids to put to bed.” He winked at you and walked out, closing the door behind him, knowing you were out as soon as the door clicked.

I didn’t know how to end this, hope this works

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Escape from Spiderhead

George Saunders (2010)

“Drip on?” Abnesti said over the P.A.

“What’s in it?” I said.

“Hilarious,” he said.

“Acknowledge,” I said.

Abnesti used his remote. My MobiPak™ whirred. Soon the Interior Garden looked really nice. Everything seemed super-clear.

I said out loud, as I was supposed to, what I was feeling.

“Garden looks nice,” I said. “Super-clear.”

Abnesti said, “Jeff, how about we pep up those language centers?”

“Sure,” I said.

“Drip on?” he said.

“Acknowledge,” I said.

He added some Verbaluce™ to the drip, and soon I was feeling the same things but saying them better. The garden still looked nice. It was like the bushes were so tight-seeming and the sun made everything stand out? It was like any moment you expected some Victorians to wander in with their cups of tea. It was as if the garden had become a sort of embodiment of the domestic dreams forever intrinsic to human consciousness. It was as if I could suddenly discern, in this contemporary vignette, the ancient corollary through which Plato and some of his contemporaries might have strolled; to wit, I was sensing the eternal in the ephemeral.

I sat, pleasantly engaged in these thoughts, until the Verbaluce™ began to wane. At which point the garden just looked nice again. It was something about the bushes and whatnot? It made you just want to lay out there and catch rays and think your happy thoughts. If you get what I mean.

Then whatever else was in the drip wore off, and I didn’t feel much about the garden one way or the other. My mouth was dry, though, and my gut had that post-Verbaluce™ feel to it.

“What’s going to be cool about that one?” Abnesti said. “Is, say a guy has to stay up late guarding a perimeter. Or is at school waiting for his kid and gets bored. But there’s some nature nearby? Or say a park ranger has to work a double shift?”

“That will be cool,” I said.

“That’s ED763,” he said. “We’re thinking of calling it NatuGlide. Or maybe ErthAdmire.”

“Those are both good,” I said.

“Thanks for your help, Jeff,” he said.

Which was what he always said.

“Only a million years to go,” I said.

Which was what I always said.

Then he said, “Exit the Interior Garden now, Jeff, head over to Small Workroom 2.”

II

Into Small Workroom 2 they sent this pale tall girl.

“What do you think?” Abnesti said over the P.A.

“Me?” I said. “Or her?”

“Both,” Abnesti said.

“Pretty good,” I said.

“Fine, you know,” she said. “Normal.”

Abnesti asked us to rate each other more quantifiably, as per pretty, as per sexy.

It appeared we liked each other about average, i.e., no big attraction or revulsion either way.

Abnesti said, “Jeff, drip on?”

“Acknowledge,” I said.

“Heather, drip on?” he said.

“Acknowledge,” Heather said.

Then we looked at each other like, What happens next?

What happened next was, Heather soon looked super-good. And I could tell she thought the same of me. It came on so sudden we were like laughing. How could we not have seen it, how cute the other one was? Luckily there was a couch in the Workroom. It felt like our drip had, in addition to whatever they were testing, some ED556 in it, which lowers your shame level to like nil. Because soon, there on the couch, off we went. It was super-hot between us. And not merely in a horndog way. Hot, yes, but also just right. Like if you’d dreamed of a certain girl all your life and all of a sudden there she was, in your Domain.

“Jeff,” Abnesti said. “I’d like your permission to pep up your language centers.”

“Go for it,” I said, under her now.

“Drip on?” he said.

“Acknowledge,” I said.

“Me, too?” Heather said.

“You got it,” Abnesti said, with a laugh. “Drip on?”

“Acknowledge,” she said, all breathless.

Soon, experiencing the benefits of the flowing Verbaluce™ in our drips, we were not only fucking really well but also talking pretty great. Like, instead of just saying the sex-type things we had been saying (such as “wow” and “oh God” and “hell yes” and so forth), we now began freestyling re our sensations and thoughts, in elevated diction, with eighty-per-cent increased vocab, our well-articulated thoughts being recorded for later analysis.

For me, the feeling was, approximately: Astonishment at the dawning realization that this woman was being created in real time, directly from my own mind, per my deepest longings. Finally, after all these years (was my thought), I had found the precise arrangement of body/face/mind that personified all that was desirable. The taste of her mouth, the look of that halo of blondish hair spread out around her cherubic yet naughty-looking face (she was beneath me now, legs way up), even (not to be crude or dishonor the exalted feelings I was experiencing) the sensations her vagina was producing along the length of my thrusting penis were precisely those I had always hungered for, though I had never, before this instant, realized that I so ardently hungered for them.

That is to say: a desire would arise and, concurrently, the satisfaction of that desire would also arise. It was as if (a) I longed for a certain (heretofore untasted) taste until (b) said longing became nearly unbearable, at which time (c) I found a morsel of food with that exact taste already in my mouth, perfectly satisfying my longing.

Every utterance, every adjustment of posture bespoke the same thing: we had known each other forever, were soul mates, had met and loved in numerous preceding lifetimes, and would meet and love in many subsequent lifetimes, always with the same transcendently stupefying results.

Then there came a hard-to-describe but very real drifting-off into a number of sequential reveries that might best be described as a type of nonnarrative mind scenery, i.e., a series of vague mental images of places I had never been (a certain pine-packed valley in high white mountains, a chalet-type house in a cul-de-sac, the yard of which was overgrown with wide, stunted Seussian trees), each of which triggered a deep sentimental longing, longings that coalesced into, and were soon reduced to, one central longing, i.e., an intense longing for Heather and Heather alone.

This mind-scenery phenomenon was strongest during our third (!) bout of lovemaking. (Apparently, Abnesti had included some Vivistif™ in my drip.)

Afterward, our protestations of love poured forth simultaneously, linguistically complex and metaphorically rich: I daresay we had become poets. We were allowed to lie there, limbs intermingled, for nearly an hour. It was bliss. It was perfection. It was that impossible thing: happiness that does not wilt to reveal the thin shoots of some new desire rising from within it.

We cuddled with a fierceness/focus that rivalled the fierceness/focus with which we had fucked. There was nothing less about cuddling vis-à-vis fucking, is what I mean to say. We were all over each other in the super-friendly way of puppies, or spouses meeting for the first time after one of them has undergone a close brush with death. Everything seemed moist, permeable, sayable.

Then something in the drip began to wane. I think Abnesti had shut off the Verbaluce™? Also the shame reducer? Basically, everything began to dwindle. Suddenly we felt shy. But still loving. We began the process of trying to talk après Verbaluce™: always awkward.

Yet I could see in her eyes that she was still feeling love for me.

And I was definitely still feeling love for her.

Well, why not? We had just fucked three times! Why do you think they call it “making love”? That was what we had just made three times: love.

Then Abnesti said, “Drip on?”

We had kind of forgotten he was even there, behind his one-way mirror.

I said, “Do we have to? We are really liking this right now.”

“We’re just going to try to get you guys back to baseline,” he said. “We’ve got more to do today.”

“Shit,” I said.

“Rats,” she said.

“Drip on?” he said.

“Acknowledge,” we said.

Soon something began to change. I mean, she was fine. A handsome pale girl. But nothing special. And I could see that she felt the same re me, i.e., what had all that fuss been about just now?

Why weren’t we dressed? We real quick got dressed.

Kind of embarrassing.

Did I love her? Did she love me?

Ha.

No.

Then it was time for her to go. We shook hands.

Out she went.

Lunch came in. On a tray. Spaghetti with chicken chunks.

Man, was I hungry.

I spent all lunchtime thinking. It was weird. I had the memory of fucking Heather, the memory of having felt the things I’d felt for her, the memory of having said the things I’d said to her. My throat was like raw from how much I’d said and how fast I’d felt compelled to say it. But in terms of feelings? I basically had nada left.

Just a hot face and some shame re having fucked three times in front of Abnesti.

III

After lunch in came another girl.

About equally so-so. Dark hair. Average build. Nothing special, just like, upon first entry, Heather had been nothing special.

“This is Rachel,” Abnesti said on the P.A. “This is Jeff.”

“Hi, Rachel,” I said.

“Hi, Jeff,” she said.

“Drip on?” Abnesti said.

We Acknowledged.

Something seemed very familiar about the way I now began feeling. Suddenly Rachel looked super-good. Abnesti requested permission to pep up our language centers via Verbaluce™. We Acknowledged. Soon we, too, were fucking like bunnies. Soon we, too, were talking like articulate maniacs re our love. Once again certain sensations were arising to meet my concurrently arising desperate hunger for just those sensations. Soon my memory of the perfect taste of Heather’s mouth was being overwritten by the current taste of Rachel’s mouth, so much more the taste I now desired. I was feeling unprecedented emotions, even though those unprecedented emotions were (I discerned somewhere in my consciousness) exactly the same emotions I had felt earlier, for that now unworthy-seeming vessel Heather. Rachel was, I mean to say, it. Her lithe waist, her voice, her hungry mouth/hands/loins—they were all it.

I just loved Rachel so much.

Then came the sequential geographic reveries (see above): same pine-packed valley, same chalet-looking house, accompanied by that same longing-for-place transmuting into a longing for (this time) Rachel. While continuing to enact a level of sexual strenuousness that caused what I would describe as a gradually tightening, chest-located, sweetness rubber band to both connect us and compel us onward, we whispered feverishly (precisely, poetically) about how long we felt we had known each other, i.e., forever.

Again the total number of times we made love was three.

Then, like before, came the dwindling. Our talking became less excellent. Words were fewer, our sentences shorter. Still, I loved her. Loved Rachel. Everything about her just seemed perfect: her cheek mole, her black hair, the little butt-squirm she did now and then, as if to say, Mmm-mmm, was that ever good.

“Drip on?” Abnesti said. “We are going to try to get you both back to baseline.”

“Acknowledge,” she said.

“Well, hold on,” I said.

“Jeff,” Abnesti said, irritated, as if trying to remind me that I was here not by choice but because I had done my crime and was in the process of doing my time.

“Acknowledge,” I said. And gave Rachel one last look of love, knowing (as she did not yet know) that this would be the last look of love I would be giving her.

Soon she was merely fine to me, and I merely fine to her. She looked, as had Heather, embarrassed, as in, What was up with that just now? Why did I just go so overboard with Mr. Average here?

Did I love her? Or her me?

No.

When it was time for her to go, we shook hands.

The place where my MobiPak™ was surgically joined to my lower back was sore from all our positional changes. Plus I was way tired. Plus I was feeling so sad. Why sad? Was I not a dude? Had I not just fucked two different girls, for a total of six times, in one day?

Still, honestly, I felt sadder than sad.

I guess I was sad that love was not real? Or not all that real, anyway? I guess I was sad that love could feel so real and the next minute be gone, and all because of something Abnesti was doing.

IV

After Snack Abnesti called me into Control. Control being like the head of a spider. With its various legs being our Workrooms. Sometimes we were called upon to work alongside Abnesti in the head of the spider. Or, as we termed it: the Spiderhead.

“Sit,” he said. “Look into Large Workroom 1.”

In Large Workroom 1 were Heather and Rachel, side by side.

“Recognize them?” he said.

“Ha,” I said.

“Now,” Abnesti said. “I’m going to present you with a choice, Jeff. This is what we’re playing at here. See this remote? Let’s say you can hit this button and Rachel gets some Darkenfloxx™. Or you can hit this button and Heather gets the Darkenfloxx™. See? You choose.”

“They’ve got Darkenfloxx™ in their MobiPaks™?” I said.

“You’ve all got have Darkenfloxx™ in your MobiPaks™, dummy,” Abnesti said affectionately. “Verlaine put it there Wednesday. In anticipation of this very study.”

Well, that made me nervous.

Imagine the worst you have ever felt, times ten. That does not even come close to how bad you feel on Darkenfloxx™. The time it was administered to us in Orientation, briefly, for demo purposes, at one-third the dose now selected on Abnesti’s remote? I have never felt so terrible. All of us were just moaning, heads down, like, How could we ever have felt life was worth living?

I do not even like to think about that time.

“What’s your decision, Jeff?” Abnesti said. “Is Rachel getting the Darkenfloxx™? Or Heather?”

“I can’t say,” I said.

“You have to,” he said.

“I can’t,” I said. “It would be like random.”

“You feel your decision would be random,” he said.

“Yes,” I said.

And that was true. I really didn’t care. It was like if I put you in the Spiderhead and gave you the choice: which of these two strangers would you like to send into the shadow of the valley of death?

“Ten seconds,” Abnesti said. “What we’re testing for here is any residual fondness.”

It wasn’t that I liked them both. I honestly felt completely neutral toward both. It was exactly as if I had never seen, much less fucked, either one. (They had really succeeded in taking me back to baseline, I guess I am saying.)

But, having once been Darkenfloxxed™, I just didn’t want to do that to anyone. Even if I didn’t like the person very much, even if I hated the person, I still wouldn’t want to do it.

“Five seconds,” Abnesti said.

“I can’t decide,” I said. “It’s random.”

“Truly random?” he said. “O.K. I’m giving the Darkenfloxx™ to Heather.”

I just sat there.

“No, actually,” he said. “I’m giving it to Rachel.”

Just sat there.

“Jeff,” he said. “You have convinced me. It would, to you, be random. You truly have no preference. I can see that. And therefore I don’t have to do it. See what we just did? With your help? For the first time? Via the ED289/290 suite? Which is what we’ve been testing today? You have to admit it: you were in love. Twice. Right?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Very much in love,” he said. “Twice.”

“I said yes,” I said.

“But you just now expressed no preference,” he said. “Ergo, no trace of either of those great loves remains. You are totally cleansed. We brought you high, laid you low, and now here you sit, the same emotionwise as before our testing even began. That is powerful. That is killer. We have unlocked a mysterious eternal secret. What a fantastic game-changer! Say someone can’t love? Now he or she can. We can make him. Say someone loves too much? Or loves someone deemed unsuitable by his or her caregiver? We can tone that shit right down. Say someone is blue, because of true love? We step in, or his or her caregiver does: blue no more. No longer, in terms of emotional controllability, are we ships adrift. No one is. We see a ship adrift, we climb aboard, install a rudder. Guide him/her toward love. Or away from it. You say, ‘All you need is love’? Look, here comes ED289/290. Can we stop war? We can sure as heck slow it down! Suddenly the soldiers on both sides start fucking. Or, at low dosage, feeling super-fond. Or say we have two rival dictators in a death grudge. Assuming ED289/290 develops nicely in pill form, allow me to slip each dictator a mickey. Soon their tongues are down each other’s throats and doves of peace are pooping on their epaulets. Or, depending on the dosage, they may just be hugging. And who helped us do that? You did.”

All this time, Rachel and Heather had just been sitting there in Large Workroom 1.

“That’s it, gals, thanks,” Abnesti said on the P.A.

And they left, neither knowing how close they had come to getting Darkenfloxxed™ out their wing-wangs.

Verlaine took them out the back way, i.e., not through the Spiderhead but via the Back Alley. Which is not really an alley, just a carpeted hallway leading back to our Domain Cluster.

“Think, Jeff,” Abnesti said. “Think if you’d had the benefit of ED289/290 on your fateful night.”

Tell the truth, I was getting kind of sick of him always talking about my fateful night.

I’d been sorry about it right away and had got sorrier about it ever since, and was now so sorry about it that him rubbing it in my face did not make me one bit sorrier, it just made me think of him as being kind of a dick.

“Can I go to bed now?” I said.

“Not yet,” Abnesti said. “It is hours to go before you sleep.”

Then he sent me into Small Workroom 3, where some dude I didn’t know was sitting.

V

“Rogan,” the dude said.

“Jeff,” I said.

“What’s up?” he said.

“Not much,” I said.

We sat tensely for a long time, not talking. Maybe ten minutes passed.

We got some rough customers in here. I noted that Rogan had a tattoo of a rat on his neck, a rat that had just been knifed and was crying. But even through its tears it was knifing a smaller rat, who just looked surprised.

Finally Abnesti came on the P.A.

“That’s it, guys, thanks,” he said.

“What the fuck was that about?” Rogan said.

Good question, Rogan, I thought. Why had we been left just sitting there? In the same manner that Heather and Rachel had been left just sitting there? Then I had a hunch. To test my hunch, I did a sudden lurch into the Spiderhead. Which Abnesti always made a point of not keeping locked, to show how much he trusted and was unafraid of us.

And guess who was in there?

“Hey, Jeff,” Heather said.

“Jeff, get out,” Abnesti said.

“Heather, did Mr. Abnesti just now make you decide which of us, me or Rogan, to give some Darkenfloxx™ to?” I said.

“Yes,” Heather said. She must have been on some VeriTalk™, because she spoke the truth in spite of Abnesti’s withering silencing glance.

“Did you recently fuck Rogan, Heather?” I said. “In addition to me? And also fall in love with him, as you did with me?”

“Yes,” she said.

“Heather, honestly,” Abnesti said. “Put a sock in it.”

Heather looked around for a sock, VeriTalk™ making one quite literal.

Back in my Domain, I did the math: Heather had fucked me three times. Heather had probably also fucked Rogan three times, since, in the name of design consistency, Abnesti would have given Rogan and me equal relative doses of Vivistif™.

And yet, speaking of design consistency, there was still one shoe to drop, if I knew Abnesti, always a stickler in terms of data symmetry, which was: wouldn’t Abnesti also need Rachel to decide who to Darkenfloxx™, i.e., me or Rogan?

After a short break, my suspicions were confirmed: I found myself again sitting in Small Workroom 3 with Rogan!

Again we sat not talking for a long time. Mostly he picked at the smaller rat and I tried to watch without him seeing.

Then, like before, Abnesti came on the P.A. and said, “That’s it, guys, thanks.”

“Let me guess,” I said. “Rachel’s in there with you.”

“Jeff, if you don’t stop doing that, I swear,” Abnesti said.

“And she just declined to Darkenfloxx™ either me or Rogan?” I said.

“Hi, Jeff!” Rachel said. “Hi, Rogan!”

“Rogan,” I said. “Did you by any chance fuck Rachel earlier today?”

“Pretty much,” Rogan said.

My mind was like reeling. Rachel had fucked me plus Rogan? Heather had fucked me plus Rogan? And everyone who had fucked anyone had fallen in love with that person, then out of it?

What kind of crazy-ass Project Team was this?

I mean, I had been on some crazy-ass Project Teams in my time, such as one where the drip had something in it that made hearing music exquisite, and hence when some Shostakovich was piped in actual bats seemed to circle my Domain, or the one where my legs became totally numb and yet I found I could still stand fifteen straight hours at a fake cash register, miraculously suddenly able to do extremely hard long-division problems in my mind.

But of all my crazy-ass Project Teams this was by far the most crazy-assed.

I could not help but wonder what tomorrow would bring.

VI

Except today wasn’t even over.

I was again called into Small Workroom 3. And was sitting there when this unfamiliar guy came in.

“I’m Keith!” he said, rushing over to shake my hand.

He was a tall Southern drink of water, all teeth and wavy hair.

“Jeff,” I said.

“Really nice meeting you!” he said.

Then we sat there not talking. Whenever I looked over at Keith, he would gleam his teeth at me and shake his head all wry, as if to say, “Odd job of work, isn’t it?”

“Keith,” I said. “Do you by any chance know two chicks named Rachel and Heather?”

“I sure as heck do,” Keith said. And suddenly his teeth had a leering quality to them.

“Did you by any chance have sex with both Rachel and Heather earlier today, three times each?” I said.

“What are you, man, a dang psychic?” Keith said. “You’re blowing my mind, I itmit it!”

“Jeff, you’re totally doinking with our experimental design integrity,” Abnesti said.

“So either Rachel or Heather is sitting in the Spiderhead right now,” I said. “Trying to decide.”

“Decide what?” Keith said.

“Which of us to Darkenfloxx™,” I said.

“Eek,” Keith said. And now his teeth looked scared.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “She won’t do it.”

“Who won’t?” Keith said.

“Whoever’s in there,” I said.

“That’s it, guys, thanks,” Abnesti said.

Then, after a short break, Keith and I were once again brought into Small Workroom 3, where once again we waited as, this time, Heather declined to Darkenfloxx™ either one of us.

Back in my Domain, I constructed a who-had-fucked-whom chart, which went like this:

Abnesti came in.

“Despite all your shenanigans,” he said, “Rogan and Keith had exactly the same reaction as you did. And as Rachel and Heather did. None of you, at the critical moment, could decide whom to Darkenfloxx™. Which is super. What does that mean? Why is it super? It means that ED289/290 is the real deal. It can make love, it can take love away. I’m almost inclined to start the naming process.”

“Those girls did it nine times each today?” I said.

“Peace4All,” he said. “LuvInclyned. You seem pissy. Are you pissy?”

“Well, I feel a little jerked around,” I said.

“Do you feel jerked around because you still have feelings of love for one of the girls?” he said. “That would need to be noted. Anger? Possessiveness? Residual sexual longing?”

“No,” I said.

“You honestly don’t feel miffed that a girl for whom you felt love was then funked by two other guys, and, not only that, she then felt exactly the same quality/quantity of love for those guys as she had felt for you, or, in the case of Rachel, was about to feel for you, at the time that she funked Rogan? I think it was Rogan. She may have funked Keith first. Then you, penultimately. I’m vague on the order of operations. I could look it up. But think deeply on this.”

I thought deeply on it.

“Nothing,” I said.

“Well, it’s a lot to sort through,” he said. “Luckily it’s night. Our day is done. Anything else you want to talk about? Anything else you’re feeling?”

“My penis is sore,” I said.

“Well, no surprise there,” he said. “Think how those girls must feel. I’ll send Verlaine in with some cream.”

Soon Verlaine came in with some cream.

“Hi, Verlaine,” I said.

“Hi, Jeff,” he said. “You want to put this on yourself or want me to do it?”

“I’ll do it,” I said.

“Cool,” he said.

And I could tell he meant it.

“Looks painful,” he said.

“It really is,” I said.

“Must have felt pretty good at the time, though?” he said.

His words seemed to be saying he was envious, but I could see in his eyes, as they looked at my penis, that he wasn’t envious at all.

Then I slept the sleep of the dead.

As they say.

VII

Next morning I was still asleep when Abnesti came on the P.A.

“Do you remember yesterday?” he said.

“Yes,” I said.

“When I asked which gal you’d like to see on the Darkenfloxx™?” he said. “And you said neither?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Well, that was good enough for me,” he said. “But apparently not good enough for the Protocol Committee. Not good enough for the Three Horsemen of Anality. Come in here. Let’s get started—we’re going to need to do a kind of Confirmation Trial. Oh, this is going to stink.”

I entered the Spiderhead.

Sitting in Small Workroom 2 was Heather.

“So this time,” Abnesti said, “per the Protocol Committee, instead of me asking you which girl to give the Darkenfloxx™ to, which the ProtComm felt was too subjective, we’re going to give this girl the Darkenfloxx™ no matter what you say. Then see what you say. Like yesterday, we’re going to put you on a drip of—Verlaine? Verlaine? Where are you? Are you there? What is it again? Do you have the project order?”

“Verbaluce™, VeriTalk™, ChatEase™,” Verlaine said over the P.A.

“Right,” Abnesti said. “And did you refresh his MobiPak™? Are his quantities good?”

“I did it,” Verlaine said. “I did it while he was sleeping. Plus I already told you I already did it.”

“What about her?” Abnesti said. “Did you refresh her MobiPak™? Are her quantities good?”

“You stood right there and watched me, Ray,” Verlaine said.

“Jeff, sorry,” Abnesti said to me. “We’re having a little tension in here today. Not an easy day ahead.”

“I don’t want you to Darkenfloxx™ Heather,” I said.

“Interesting,” he said. “Is that because you love her?”

“No,” I said. “I don’t want you to Darkenfloxx™ anybody.”

“I know what you mean,” he said. “That is so sweet. Then again: is this Confirmation Trial about what you want? Not so much. What it’s about is us recording what you say as you observe Heather getting Darkenfloxxed™. For five minutes. Five-minute trial. Here we go. Drip on?”

I did not say “Acknowledge.”

“You should feel flattered,” Abnesti said. “Did we choose Rogan? Keith? No. We deemed your level of speaking more commensurate with our data needs.”

I did not say “Acknowledge.”

“Why so protective of Heather?” Abnesti said. “One would almost think you loved her.”

“No,” I said.

“Do you even know her story?” he said. “You don’t. You legally can’t. Does it involve whiskey, gangs, infanticide? I can’t say. Can I imply, somewhat peripherally, that her past, violent and sordid, did not exactly include a dog named Lassie and a lot of family talks about the Bible while Grammy sat doing macramé, adjusting her posture because the quaint fireplace was so sizzling? Can I suggest that, if you knew what I know about Heather’s past, making Heather briefly sad, nauseous, and/or horrified might not seem like the worst idea in the world? No, I can’t.”

“All right, all right,” I said.

“You know me,” he said. “How many kids do I have?”

“Five,” I said.

“What are their names?” he said.

“Mick, Todd, Karen, Lisa, Phoebe,” I said.

“Am I a monster?” he said. “Do I remember birthdays around here? When a certain individual got athlete’s foot on his groin on a Sunday, did a certain other individual drive over to Rexall and pick up a prescription, paying for it with his own personal money?”

That was a nice thing he’d done, but it seemed kind of unprofessional to bring it up now.

“Jeff,” Abnesti said. “What do you want me to say here? Do you want me to say that your Fridays are at risk? I can easily say that.”

Which was cheap. My Fridays meant a lot to me, and he knew that. Fridays I got to Skype Mom.

“How long do we give you?” Abnesti said.

“Five minutes,” I said.

“How about we make it ten?” Abnesti said.

Mom always looked heartsick when our time was up. It had almost killed her when they arrested me. The trial had almost killed her. She’d spent her savings to get me out of real jail and in here. When I was a kid, she had long brown hair, past her waist. During the trial she cut it. Then it went gray. Now it was just a white poof about the size of a cap.

“Drip on?” Abnesti said.

“Acknowledge,” I said.

“O.K. to pep up your language centers?” he said.

“Fine,” I said.

“Heather, hello?” he said.

“Good morning!” Heather said.

“Drip on?” he said.

“Acknowledge,” Heather said.

Abnesti used his remote.

The Darkenfloxx™ started flowing. Soon Heather was softly crying. Then was up and pacing. Then jaggedly crying. A little hysterical, even.

“I don’t like this,” she said, in a quaking voice.

Then she threw up in the trash can.

“Speak, Jeff,” Abnesti said to me. “Speak a lot, speak in detail. Let’s make something useful of this, shall we?”

Everything in my drip felt Grade A. Suddenly I was waxing poetic. I was waxing poetic re what Heather was doing, and waxing poetic re my feelings about what Heather was doing. Basically, what I was feeling was: Every human is born of man and woman. Every human, at birth, is, or at least has the potential to be, beloved of his/her mother/father. Thus every human is worthy of love. As I watched Heather suffer, a great tenderness suffused my body, a tenderness hard to distinguish from a sort of vast existential nausea; to wit, why are such beautiful beloved vessels made slaves to so much pain? Heather presented as a bundle of pain receptors. Heather’s mind was fluid and could be ruined (by pain, by sadness). Why? Why was she made this way? Why so fragile?

Poor child, I was thinking, poor girl. Who loved you? Who loves you?

“Hang in there, Jeff,” Abnesti said. “Verlaine! What do you think? Any vestige of romantic love in Jeff’s Verbal Commentary?”

“I’d say no,” Verlaine said over the P.A. “That’s all just pretty much basic human feeling right there.”

“Excellent,” Abnesti said. “Time remaining?”

“Two minutes,” Verlaine said.

I found what happened next very hard to watch. Under the influence of the Verbaluce™, the VeriTalk™, and the ChatEase™, I also found it impossible not to narrate.

In each Workroom was a couch, a desk, and a chair, all, by design, impossible to disassemble. Heather now began disassembling her impossible-to-disassemble chair. Her face was a mask of rage. She drove her head into the wall. Like a wrathful prodigy, Heather, beloved of someone, managed, in her great sadness-fuelled rage, to disassemble the chair while continuing to drive her head into the wall.

“Jesus,” Verlaine said.

“Verlaine, buck up,” Abnesti said. “Jeff, stop crying. Contrary to what you might think, there’s not much data in crying. Use your words. Don’t make this in vain.”

I used my words. I spoke volumes, was precise. I described and redescribed what I was feeling as I watched Heather do what she now began doing, intently, almost beautifully, to her face/head with one of the chair legs.

In his defense, Abnesti was not in such great shape himself: breathing hard, cheeks candy-red, as he tapped the screen of his iMac non-stop with a pen, something he did when stressed.

“Time,” he finally said, and cut the Darkenfloxx™ off with his remote. “Fuck. Get in there, Verlaine. Hustle it.”

Verlaine hustled into Small Workroom 2.

“Talk to me, Sammy,” Abnesti said.

Verlaine felt for Heather’s pulse, then raised his hands, palms up, so that he looked like Jesus, except shocked instead of beatific, and also he had his glasses up on top of his head.

“Are you kidding me?” Abnesti said.

“What now?” Verlaine said. “What do I—”

“Are you fricking kidding me?” Abnesti said.

Abnesti burst out of his chair, shoved me out of the way, and flew through the door into Small Workroom 2.

VIII

Ireturned to my Domain.

At three, Verlaine came on the P.A.

“Jeff,” he said. “Please return to the Spiderhead.”

I returned to the Spiderhead.

“We’re sorry you had to see that, Jeff,” Abnesti said.

“That was unexpected,” Verlaine said.

“Unexpected plus unfortunate,” Abnesti said. “And sorry I shoved you.”

“Is she dead?” I said.

“Well, she’s not the best,” Verlaine said.

“Look, Jeff, these things happen,” Abnesti said. “This is science. In science we explore the unknown. It was unknown what five minutes on Darkenfloxx™ would do to Heather. Now we know. The other thing we know, per Verlaine’s assessment of your commentary, is that you really, for sure, do not harbor any residual romantic feelings for Heather. That’s a big deal, Jeff. A beacon of hope at a sad time for all. Even as Heather was, so to speak, going down to the sea in her ship, you remained totally unwavering in terms of continuing to not romantically love her. My guess is ProtComm’s going to be like, ‘Wow, Utica’s really leading the pack in terms of providing some mind-blowing new data on ED289/290.’ ”

It was quiet in the Spiderhead.

“Verlaine, go out,” Abnesti said. “Go do your bit. Make things ready.”

Verlaine went out.

“Do you think I liked that?” Abnesti said.

“You didn’t seem to,” I said.

“Well, I didn’t,” Abnesti said. “I hated it. I’m a person. I have feelings. Still, personal sadness aside, that was good. You did terrific over all. We all did terrific. Heather especially did terrific. I honor her. Let’s just—let’s see this thing through, shall we? Let’s complete it. Complete the next portion of our Confirmation Trial.”

Into Small Workroom 4 came Rachel.

IX

“Are we going to Darkenfloxx™ Rachel now?” I said.

“Think, Jeff,” Abnesti said. “How can we know that you love neither Rachel nor Heather if we only have data regarding your reaction to what just now happened to Heather? Use your noggin. You are not a scientist, but Lord knows you work around scientists all day. Drip on?”

I did not say “Acknowledge.”

“What’s the problem, Jeff?” Abnesti said.

“I don’t want to kill Rachel,” I said.

“Well, who does?” Abnesti said. “Do I? Do you, Verlaine?”

“No,” Verlaine said over the P.A.

“Jeff, maybe you’re overthinking this,” Abnesti said. “Is it possible the Darkenfloxx™ will kill Rachel? Sure. We have the Heather precedent. On the other hand, Rachel may be stronger. She seems a little larger.”

“She’s actually a little smaller,” Verlaine said.

“Well, maybe she’s tougher,” Abnesti said.

“We’re going to weight-adjust her dosage,” Verlaine said. “So.”

“Thanks, Verlaine,” Abnesti said. “Thanks for clearing that up.”

“Maybe show him the file,” Verlaine said.

Abnesti handed me Rachel’s file.

Verlaine came back in.

“Read it and weep,” he said.

Per Rachel’s file, she had stolen jewelry from her mother, a car from her father, cash from her sister, statues from their church. She’d gone to jail for drugs. After four times in jail for drugs, she’d gone to rehab for drugs, then to rehab for prostitution, then to what they call rehab-refresh, for people who’ve been in rehab so many times they are basically immune. But she must have been immune to the rehab-refresh, too, because after that came her biggie: a triple murder—her dealer, the dealer’s sister, the dealer’s sister’s boyfriend.

Reading that made me feel a little funny that we’d fucked and I’d loved her.

But I still didn’t want to kill her.

“Jeff,” Abnesti said. “I know you’ve done a lot of work on this with Mrs. Lacey. On killing and so forth. But this is not you. This is us.”

“It’s not even us,” Verlaine said. “It’s science.”

“The mandates of science,” Abnesti said. “Plus the dictates.”

“Sometimes science sucks,” Verlaine said.

“On the one hand, Jeff,” Abnesti said, “a few minutes of unpleasantness for Heather—”

“Rachel,” Verlaine said.

“A few minutes of unpleasantness for Rachel,” Abnesti said, “years of relief for literally tens of thousands of underloving or overloving folks.”

“Do the math, Jeff,” Verlaine said.

“Being good in small ways is easy,” Abnesti said. “Doing the huge good things, that’s harder.”

“Drip on?” Verlaine said. “Jeff?”

I did not say “Acknowledge.”

“Fuck it, enough,” Abnesti said. “Verlaine, what’s the name of that one? The one where I give him an order and he obeys it?”

“Docilryde™,” Verlaine said.

“Is there Docilryde™ in his MobiPak™?” Abnesti said.

“There’s Docilryde™ in every MobiPak™,” Verlaine said.

“Does he need to say ‘Acknowledge’?” Abnesti said.

“Docilryde™’s a Class C, so—” Verlaine said.

“See, that, to me, makes zero sense,” Abnesti said. “What good’s an obedience drug if we need his permission to use it?”

“We just need a waiver,” Verlaine said.

“How long does that shit take?” Abnesti said.

“We fax Albany, they fax us back,” Verlaine said.

“Come on, come on, make haste,” Abnesti said, and they went out, leaving me alone in the Spiderhead.

X

It was sad. It gave me a sad, defeated feeling to think that soon they’d be back and would Docilryde™ me, and I’d say “Acknowledge,” smiling agreeably the way a person smiles on Docilryde™, and then the Darkenfloxx™ would flow, into Rachel, and I would begin describing, in that rapid, robotic way one describes on Verbaluce™/VeriTalk™/ChatEase™, the things Rachel would, at that time, begin doing to herself.

It was like all I had to do to be a killer again was sit there and wait.

Which was a hard pill to swallow, after my work with Mrs. Lacey.

“Violence finished, anger no more,” she’d make me say, over and over. Then she’d have me do a Detailed Remembering re my fateful night.

I was nineteen. Mike Appel was seventeen. We were both wasto. All night he’d been giving me grief. He was smaller, younger, less popular. Then we were out front of Frizzy’s, rolling around on the ground. He was quick. He was mean. I was losing. I couldn’t believe it. I was bigger, older, yet losing? Around us, watching, was basically everybody we knew. Then he had me on my back. Someone laughed. Someone said, “Shit, poor Jeff.” Nearby was a brick. I grabbed it, glanced Mike in the head with it. Then was on top of him.

Mike gave. That is, there on his back, scalp bleeding, he gave, by shooting me a certain look, like, Dude, come on, we’re not all that serious about this, are we?

We were.

I was.

I don’t even know why I did it.

It was like, with the drinking and the being a kid and the nearly losing, I’d been put on a drip called, like, TemperBerst or something.

InstaRaje.

LifeRooner.

“Hey, guys, hello!” Rachel said. “What are we up to today?”

There was her fragile head, her undamaged face, one arm lifting a hand to scratch a cheek, legs bouncing with nerves, peasant skirt bouncing, too, clogged feet crossed under the hem.

Soon all that would be just a lump on the floor.

I had to think.

Why were they going to Darkenfloxx™ Rachel? So they could hear me describe it. If I wasn’t here to describe it, they wouldn’t do it. How could I make it so I wouldn’t be here? I could leave. How could I leave? There was only one door out of the Spiderhead, which was autolocked, and on the other side was either Barry or Hans, with that electric wand called the DisciStick™. Could I wait until Abnesti came in, wonk him, try to race past Barry or Hans, make a break for the Main Door?

Any weapons in the Spiderhead? No, just Abnesti’s birthday mug, a pair of running shoes, a roll of breath mints, his remote.

His remote?

What a dope. That was supposed to be on his belt at all times. Otherwise one of us might help ourselves to whatever we found, via Inventory Directory, in our MobiPaks™: some Bonviv™, maybe, some BlissTyme™, some SpeedErUp™.

Some Darkenfloxx™.

Jesus. That was one way to leave.

Scary, though.

Just then, in Small Workroom 4, Rachel, I guess thinking the Spiderhead empty, got up and did this happy little shuffle, like she was some cheerful farmer chick who’d just stepped outside to find the hick she was in love with coming up the road with a calf under his arm or whatever.

Why was she dancing? No reason.

Just alive, I guess.

Time was short.

The remote was well labelled.

Good old Verlaine.

I used it, dropped it down the heat vent, in case I changed my mind, then stood there like, I can’t believe I just did that.

My MobiPak™ whirred.

The Darkenfloxx™ flowed.

Then came the horror: worse than I’d ever imagined. Soon my arm was about a mile down the heat vent. Then I was staggering around the Spiderhead, looking for something, anything. In the end, here’s how bad it got: I used a corner of the desk.

What’s death like?

You’re briefly unlimited.

I sailed right out through the roof.

And hovered above it, looking down. Here was Rogan, checking his neck in the mirror. Here was Keith, squat-thrusting in his underwear. Here was Ned Riley, here was B. Troper, here was Gail Orley, Stefan DeWitt, killers all, all bad, I guess, although, in that instant, I saw it differently. At birth, they’d been charged by God with the responsibility of growing into total fuck-ups. Had they chosen this? Was it their fault, as they tumbled out of the womb? Had they aspired, covered in placental blood, to grow into harmers, dark forces, life-enders? In that first holy instant of breath/awareness (tiny hands clutching and unclutching), had it been their fondest hope to render (via gun, knife, or brick) some innocent family bereft? No; and yet their crooked destinies had lain dormant within them, seeds awaiting water and light to bring forth the most violent, life-poisoning flowers, said water/light actually being the requisite combination of neurological tendency and environmental activation that would transform them (transform us!) into earth’s offal, murderers, and foul us with the ultimate, unwashable transgression.

Wow, I thought, was there some Verbaluce™ in that drip or what?

But no.

This was all me now.

I got snagged, found myself stuck on a facility gutter, and squatted there like an airy gargoyle. I was there but was also everywhere. I could see it all: a clump of leaves in the gutter beneath my see-through foot; Mom, poor Mom, at home in Rochester, scrubbing the shower, trying to cheer herself via thin hopeful humming; a deer near the dumpster, suddenly alert to my spectral presence; Mike Appel’s mom, also in Rochester, a bony, distraught checkmark occupying a slender strip of Mike’s bed; Rachel below in Small Workroom 4, drawn to the one-way mirror by the sounds of my death; Abnesti and Verlaine rushing into the Spiderhead; Verlaine kneeling to begin CPR.

Night was falling. Birds were singing. Birds were, it occurred to me to say, enacting a frantic celebration of day’s end. They were manifesting as the earth’s bright-colored nerve endings, the sun’s descent urging them into activity, filling them individually with life-nectar, the life-nectar then being passed into the world, out of each beak, in the form of that bird’s distinctive song, which was, in turn, an accident of beak shape, throat shape, breast configuration, brain chemistry: some birds blessed in voice, others cursed; some squawking, others rapturous.

From somewhere, something kind asked, Would you like to go back? It’s completely up to you. Your body appears salvageable.

No, I thought, no, thanks, I’ve had enough.

My only regret was Mom. I hoped someday, in some better place, I’d get a chance to explain it to her, and maybe she’d be proud of me, one last time, after all these years.

From across the woods, as if by common accord, birds left their trees and darted upward. I joined them, flew among them, they did not recognize me as something apart from them, and I was happy, so happy, because for the first time in years, and forevermore, I had not killed, and never would. 

[the-weeping-author]

Dirty surprise

A/N: this is my first ever stranger things fic so plzzz be nice I got this idea with the help from @ahoy-stevieboy I hope y’all like. Also I write in first person sorry it’s just what I’m comfortable with so I still hope y’all like it. Tell me if you want to be added to my tag list. ~Destiny

Summary: Steve “the hair” Harrington has never been big on celebrating birthdays so of course it’s a surprise but he thinks y’all are going to his lake house for different reasons.

Warnings: cussing, smoking, underage drinking. Mentions of sex, teasing.

Word count: 3471

(Please don’t copy my fics and say they are yours.)

Tag list ~ @ahoy-stevieboy @thehair-ington @galactic-kitten-nonsense and @linkispink1995 @hoaxsteve @themultifandomwhoresblog

Please enjoy 😌

I had this whole weekend planned out without My boyfriend Steve finding out which was extremely difficult, I mean everyone knew I was with Steve’s but that didn’t seem enough for them to know he wanted everyone to think we were Siamese twins and even I started to believe it. Luckily I had One of Steve’s best friends distract him for this week so I could get everything done for this weekend. Of course I had to pay Dustin for distracting him even thought he would be at the party also but some how he convinced me to pay him for his big help in my devious plan.

It was Tuesday the last day of school and I couldn’t be more ecstatic about it, no more waking up early to tease my hair, no more stress studying, no more homework assignments and most importantly no more upside down. This summer is going to be great I just know it, as the final bell rang I quickly got out of my seat and I ran out the classroom pushing past the other obnoxious students I quickly walk to my locker when I opened it and put my text books in it my locker slammed shut making me let out a startled scream the sound of Steve’s chuckling rang into my ears making me roll my eyes and look at him.

“That was so totally not funny.” He smiled at me and grabbed my hand. “You’re right babe it wasn’t.. it was hilarious.” My smile had dropped and he wrapped an arm around me. “Awe come on I was just joking destiny.” I looked up at him and kissed his cheek. “I know you were Steve I just like give you a hard time.” We started walking down the halls I noticed Nancy and Jonathan near the doors but before I could say anything Steve was already talking to them. “Hey what are you guys doing this weekend?” They both snapped their heads towards us and looked at me and I shook my head without Steve noticing. Johnathan went to speak but Nancy cut him off. “Johnathan and I are going on a date this weekend.”

She looked up at Jonathan and smiled innocently at him, when I looked at Steve he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “All weekend?” It was Johnathans turn to Interrupt her “no but we are both pretty busy this weekend.” I saw Steve’s smile drop even more which made my heart ache, I know I shouldn’t feel bad because I told his friends lie to him but only because I love him and I want him to finally enjoy a birthday. I looked at him and pulled him along with me. “Come on Steve lets leave them alone.” He looked at me like he wanted to object but he followed anyways.

When we got to his BMW I kissed his lips, he immediately kissed back when I pulled away. When he looked down at me he wore a huge smile. “What was that for?” I looked up at him my cheeks turning a tint of light pink. “nothing.. while I have attention why don’t we go up to your lake house this weekend for your birthday.” He raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Ah Henderson you’re finally we are finally going to take our relationship to the next level?” I looked up at him and bit my lip. “Maybe, maybe not who knows.” He shrugged and walked over to my side of the car and opened the door. “Come on baby let me drive you home.” I nodded and walked over and got in the car.

He shut the door after I got in he walked around to the driver side and I popped the door open some for him. “By the way babe my mom wants you over for dinner tonight since I told her we were going up to the cabin this weekend.” He grabbed my hand and kissed it. “Alright how does 7 sound?” I think for a moment and nod. “It sounds perfect.” I held his hand and I looked out the window while he sang to some song on the radio. I kinda started getting nervous about dinner tonight I mean my mother had a love hate relationship with him especially since he started dating me. I mean I was her only daughter so that was a given.

As soon as he stopped in front of my house he gave me a quick kiss to my neck and I giggled. “Steve that isn’t my cheek.” He pulled away and smiled lovingly at me and grabbed my hand. “I know but I just wanted to kiss you.” I smiled and I grabbed my backpack. “well thank you if you wanted a kiss you should have ask I’ll never denie the king of Hawkins high a kiss.” I say in a honored manner as I start playfully worshipping him, he chuckled at me and shook his head a smile prominent on his face. “oh hush destiny that’s not the kind of worship I want.” He smirked and I let out a gasp. “You’re such a perv.” He laughs and I open the car door and I go to get put when he grabs my wrist.

“Wait destiny.” I turned and look at him. “Yes baby?” He smiled and leaned over. “I want another kiss before you go.” I playfully scold him. “If you want to come get me at 7 I have to go clean up and stuff or my mother won’t let me go.” He pouts and groans. “B-but destiny I want your lovin’.” I giggle at him and slap his hand playfully. “You always get my lovin’ harrington.” He smiled at me and I got out of his car and walked towards my house when I got on the porch I turned and waved at him he waved back and blew me a kiss, then he started to drive off I watch his car until he was out of sight. I laid against my door and I sighed contently. “God I loved him.” I walked in the door and I yelled out.

“Mom, Dustin I’m home.” I walked into the kitchen and saw my mother cleaning. “Hey mom Steve and I have a date at 7, but don’t worry We are still on for our cleaning party.” She turned and smiled at me. “Alright honey where are you guys going?” I looked at her and shrugged. “Don’t know Steve wants to keep it a secret so I honestly don’t know.” She smiled at me and put some started getting stuff out for dinner. “He loves you cupcake.” I smiled at some one else besides myself hearing it. “I love him to momma.” She put the cans down and sat at the kitchen table and she told me to sit down so I did. “Baby you’re at the age now where-.” I quickly cut her off. “Mom as much as I love you I don’t need the sex talk.”

She smiled at me and laughed. “No, no honey that’s not what I was going to tell you.” I nodded my head and waited for her to continue. “Love comes once a life more than once if you’re lucky, so I’ve heard from a little birdie that y’all have told each other that you love each other.” My cheeks turned red at her calling me out then it hit me. “Mom was the birdie curly haired and super nosy?” She chuckled and I made a mental note to kill him later. “Anyways honey what I’m getting at is don’t let him slip away if you love him, tell him don’t wait until it’s too late.” I nodded then I noticed the clock and it said five o’clock I stood up and smiled. “well mom I have to go get ready thank you for that, I’ll tell him I promise.”

I walked upstairs and I quickly rushed to my closet pulling out a miniskirt and some fishnets and a shirt that hung off my shoulder and I slipped on my pair of wooden heels and I tease my hair and spay a shit ton of hair spray in it. I put on a pink strawberry lip gloss and I put my earrings in and I looked at myself and fixed my leather mini skirt and I threw a leather jacket over it loving what I saw in the mirror. I grabbed a pink bow to match my shirt and I put it in my hair then walking downstairs. “Destiny Henderson go upstairs and change that skirt now.” I turned and looked at my mom. “Momma come on this skirt is rad and it’s the summer time mom the time to look lame ended as soon as school did.”

She scoffed and shook her head. “Destiny you shouldn’t change the way you dress for some guy.” I scoffed and looked at her. “I’m not changing the way I dress for Steve I just wanted to try something new, I have a job and if I want a miniskirt that’s what I’m going to get.” There was a knock at the door and she huffed and rolled her eyes. “Enjoy you’re date we will talk about this later.” I rolled my eyes and threw open my front door and Steve tensed up and I walked out and slammed the door shut making him eye me. “Hey babe are you okay?” I shook my head and I walked down my steps. “No I’m not Steve I put on a fucking miniskirt and all of a sudden I’m a slut.” I could feel his eyes on me as I walked to his BMW and got in it. “Steve lets go.” I huffed and let down the sun visor and looked at myself in the mirror adjusting my hair.

He quickly got in and looked at me. “I mean I think you look great but the skirt is kind of short.” I looked over at him dumbfounded he noticed immediately the look on my face and he sighed then crunk up the car. “Babe you know I’m not implying you’re a slut I just think if you’re mother doesn’t like what you wear you should respect her and not wear it.” I let out a sarcastic laugh. “Oh really? Okay well how about since you’re dad wants you to go to this high end college then you do it.” He stayed silent and regret immediately took over the anger inside me. “S-Steve I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.” He stayed silent for most of the car ride when we arrived at the place we went on our first date I looked at him. He softly smiled at me and got out the car, I quickly followed him.

“Steve please say something, anything I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to say that I was just upset.” I grabbed his hand and I kissed it, the kiss lingering basically begging him to say something, anything. He looked at me and kissed the side of my lip. “Destiny I’m not upset, I was hurt but I’m okay I forgive you.” I smiled up at him and kissed his lips the. I pulled away. “Good cause I don’t want you to ever leave me.” I smiled as we entered the restaurant and sat at the table. The waitress who just so happened to be nora flowers a girl who use to be Tommy H’s girlfriend back in middle school, before he even got with carol. I smirked at her when our eyes met and they widen.

“Oh my god Henderson is that you? You look different.” Steve raised an eyebrow at me and I look at him and smile. “Babe this is nora flowers from middle school she use to date Tommy before he met carol.” As soon as I said that it clicked with him. “Didn’t she say you’d never be popular?” I nodded and I looked at the menu. “I want a cheeseburger and a chocolate shake.” Steve looked at his and smiled. “I want the same but we are gonna share a shake.” I smiled at her and handed her the menus. She walks away and puts in our order and I laughed. “Steve I wasn’t going to bring that up, why did you?” He smiled at me and grabbed my hand. “Cause you’re a total babe and you are popular and everything she said you wouldn’t be.” My cheeks heated up and I hid my face.

“I love you Steve Harrington.” His face froze and then he smiled brightly at me. “I love you more destiny Henderson.” I leaned over the table and kissed his lips. We spend most of the time talking and eating until Steve decided it would be funny to put some milkshake on my nose which made me smear it on his face and he repeated the action now it sliding down my face. He wiped his face and then he wiped mine and he gasped. “Destiny you still have some on you.” I started dabbing my face with the napkin and asked where. He smiled and leaned over the table and kissed my lips. “I think I got it.” I slapped his arm and laughed. Steve you’re such a dork.” He smiled and kissed me again, when he pulled back we were both breathless. “Yeah but I’m your dork.”

*Time skip*

The next few days had been cool just relaxing not having to worry about any upside down stuff or anything really, the weekend was finally rolling around and everything was in place. Steve was coming to my house to get me any minute, I had already asked my mother two days ago if I could go to the cabin with Steve at first she said no because she thought it was just going to be him and I but I quickly had to tell her my plan and then she finally gave in. I had a weekend bag packed and I walk downstairs with it, waiting for Steve to get here I fixed myself a glass of lemonade. I had helped my mother clean up so she wouldn’t have to because I knew she had to work this weekend.

I was taking the trash out and I saw his black BMW pull onto my street making my smile brighten and I quickly throw the bag of trash into the trash can and I ran inside and got my weekend bag and before I could get back out the door my mother pulled me into a hug and kissed my cheek. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do destiny.” I laughed and nodded my head “alright mom, I’ll see next Monday.” She raised an eyebrow. “I thought you said the weekend?” I looked at her and smiled. “Mom it’s the summer every day is the weekend.” She laughed and ruffled my hair. “Have fun destiny.” I smiled and hugged her again. “Will do mom see you next week.” She walked back into the kitchen while I walked out the front door and met Steve halfway in our drive way and I quickly jumped into his car.

He slowly backed out of my driveway and put his hand on my thigh. “I was surprised that you wanted to come up to my cabin all alone this week.” I smiled to myself and I looked at him. “Why were you so surprised?” He smiled and wiggles his eyebrows. “I think you know why hot stuff, just you and I in our bathing suits that’s begging for trouble.” I smirked then I felt his hand travel up my leg and I bit my lip. “Steve come on not right now you gotta focus on driving.” I groaned. “Come on babe you can expect me not to try something with you dressed like that.” I looked down at my summer dress that hugged my figure and I blushed. “I’m g-glad you like it.” It was turn to bite his lip and looked at me when we stopped at a stop sign. “You could wear a potato sack and I’d be ready to jump your bones destiny.”

I felt my cheeks heat up even more then he looks at me as he continues to drive his eyes on the road then me. “Destiny I wanna hear you sing.” I smile and I shake my head. “Oh no, no, no Steve I’m not singing I’m not any good.” He rolled his eyes. “Oh whatever you have the voice of an angel.” I smile and he opens the dashboard and pulls out the mix tape I made him and my eyes widen and I shake my head. “Steve I’m being serious I don’t wanna sing.” He slid through mix tape and placed his hand back on my thigh and the first song started. “Fine but I’m only singing this once and no other okay.” He nodded and waited for me to start singing. I started tapping my hand along to the beat of should’ve been me by Tiffany and I start singing along with the song.

the song was hard to get theoug because every so often he would slide his hand up and down my thigh, his fingers softly touched my panties and I grabbed his hand when it did. When the song was over He turned down the radio as Madonna came on so he could hear me better. We pulled onto the road his cabin was off of then we arrived at the only cabins around right near the lake and when he switched his car off he jumped out and ran over to my side and opened my door and picked me up bridal style causing me to let out a squeal, then he carried me inside. When he put me down he started kissing me hungrily. He slipped off my jacket along with his and I tried to get him to stop but he wouldn’t so everyone jump out. “SURPRISE SETVE!” Everyone jumped out and yelled but then they immediately got quite because he had his hand up my dress on my ass.

Steve jumped back and put his hand on his chest and I bit my bottom lip both of our faces heating up he looked at them then at me. “What the fuck are you guys doing here?” They all looked at me and I looked down embarrassed because everyone basically seen my pink underwear. He walked over to me and put his finger under my chin and made me look up at him. “Babe what’s going on?” I bit my lip and looked him in his beautiful brown doe eyes. “W-we-well it’s your birthday so I-I wanted to do something nice for you, so I invited them u-up here for tonight.” At first his face was unreadable which made my heart drop to my feet then his beautiful smile appeared on his face.

“All this for me babe?” I nodded my head and pecked his lips. “We got cake and everything.” He smiled and looked at everyone when Dustin blurted out. “Three things one it was all destinys idea, two if I ever see you touch my sisters ass again I’ll beat your ass and three, happy birthday.” He smiled and steve joined everyone and Nancy walked over to me. “So destiny have anything special planned tonight?” She smirked and nudged me. I blushed and let out a loud laugh, we all had dinner which I cooked exceptionally well and then we had cake and ice cream. Everyone sat around the couch and gave Steve his presents and he looked up at everyone and smiled. “Ah now come on guys you didn’t have to get me anything.” Dustin up before anyone could tell Steve to shut up. “ I mean I can always take my gift back.” I smiled at Dustin and Steve opened his presents one by one everyone left with Johnathan and Nancy.

I was in the kitchen Steve was outside smoking a cigarette and I went out there and joined him “hey babe.” I smiled and took the cigarette from his mouth and too a hit from it, he smiled and started kissing my neck. “Hey babe, thanks for everything it means a lot even though I don’t really like birthdays.” I smiled and moved my neck to the side. “It was my honor birthday boy.” He chuckled against my neck and picked me up and I laughed and looked up at him wrapping my arm around his neck. “Where are we going?” He looked down at me and bit my bottom lip then pulled away making a pop noise fill my ears. “It’s a dirty surprise.” I giggle and we spent the whole night celebrating his birthday.

A/N: thank you guys for reading it my fic, I hope you guys like it. I have an angst coming out soon. Just keep an eye out. ❤️ destiny

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🔥 ℝise Ⱥbove I̾t ◈ Chapter 031 [Finals Begin!]

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〈“Some legends are told, some turn to dust or to gold. But you will remember me, remember me for centuries. And just one mistake is all it will take, we’ll go down in history.” Fall Out Boy, “Centuries”〉

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“Do you see him, kid?” I asked, holding his ankles in my hands.

Riku was sitting on my shoulders so he could look over the crowd. He crossed his arms, resting them on the top of my head. “Nope. There’s Mt. Lady, but my brother isn’t anywhere around. Where is that idiot?”

I hummed, approaching the blonde-haired hero. “Let’s gather some clues.”

“Like Scooby-Doo!” I could hear the smile in his voice and chuckled.

She noticed us approaching and lifted her chin, hand on her hip. “Did you finally come to apologize?”

“Not even on your life,” I deadpanned. “Oi, Riku.”

“Right! Have you see a teenage boy that’s really desperate for your attention?”

If I wasn’t holding his ankles to keep him from falling, I would have facepalmed.

She sweatdropped. “There’s a lot of those, you’re gonna have to be more specific.”

“Umm, well, he’s eighteen-years-old, never had a girlfriend that isn’t an anime character, got rejected from two different colleges, he’s a huge pervert with a large stack of dirty magazines under his bed and his favorite color on a girl is pink! Does that help?”

My eye twitched. Really starting to remember why I don’t fuck with little kids… I cleared my throat. “Maybe start with his name…”

“Yuki Reigen.”

“Okay. Now, what does he look like?”

He hummed thoughtfully. “He’s kinda short for his age and he dyes his hair blonde, but he’s really bad at it so it’s super streaky. He wears blue contacts but his eyes are actually brown like mine! His skin is kinda oily, especially his nose, even though he uses this weird smelling cream. He thinks it works but it doesn’t at all!”

Mt. Lady tilted her head, her finger on her chin. Her face suddenly lit up with recognition. “Oh yeah! He was so desperate for my number, he said he’d do anything for it, it was honestly pathetic. I was just about to tell him he could have it after being my slave for two years, but then he suddenly panicked and ran off.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I asked.

“Yeah, you’re a creepy old hag!” Riku added. “My brother will never be a slave to someone as ugly as you!”

“What did you just call me, you brat?!”

“Mt. Lady!” Woodsman came speed-walking up, putting his wooden arm between us before she could advance. “You’re supposed to be patrolling!”

Riku started to shake, his fingers curling around my short hair as he sniffled. “S-She’s so s-scary! She threatened to h-hit me!” His crying alerted the other people around us, who stopped to see what was going on. Hearing his words made a few of them glare at her, clutching their children closer.

The color drained from her face and she hastily tried to explain the situation. “W-What? No, I -”

Woodsman put his hands on his hips, glaring at her. “You made this child cry, now say you’re sorry!”

“But I didn’t -”

Riku started to cry louder.

“O-Okay! I’m sorry, just stop crying!”

His cries died down to soft sniffles. I swear if he gets snot in my fucking hair I’mma rage.

Woodsman turned to us with a sigh. “I’m really sorry about her, she has no filter. You really should be getting back, the finals will be starting soon.”

“I can’t.” I motioned toward the kid shoving his face onto my head. “He can’t find his brother and I’m trying to help find him.”

“Oh, I see. Here, let me take over.” He held his hands out and I bent down so he could gently grab Riku under the arms, lifting him up and over my head before bringing him into his arms. “Don’t worry, I promise I’ll find his brother.”

I nodded, ruffling Riku’s hair. “Don’t leave that idiot brother of yours again, okay? And no more jumping from the stands.”

He nodded, wiping at his wet eyes with the back of his hand. “Thank you, big sis.”

Woodsman nodded his head at me before walking away, Riku leaning over his shoulder. His sad expression morphed to a smug grin, all traces of his tears gone.

I exchanged a look with Mt. Lady and I knew we were thinking the same thing – children are fucking demons.

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“Thank you, Cementoss! Hey, sports fans, are you ready?! After all the action you’ve already witnessed, it’s time for the real battle to begin! Can you feel the excitement?! Our competitors are on their own now! Sometimes heroes have only themselves to rely on! Heart, skill, strength, wisdom, courage – they’ll have to use all of these things to rise to the top!”

A bead of sweat rolled down my cheek as I took a deep breath. Why the fuck do I have to go first? Man, there’s gonna be so many fuckers watching me. Just the thought makes me want to die. Maybe I’ll just forfeit…

Strong hands landed on my shoulders. “You’re pretty tense, kid. Nervous?”

I turned around to face Snipe and Toshi. “I’m always tense, it’s a way of life.”

“Don’t worry, young Jen, you’ll do great.” Toshi gave me a thumbs up and a grin. “You fought against young Reggian a bit in the cavalry battle so you know a bit about his quirk already.”

“Somethin’ to do with air, I think?” I scratched my cheek.

“Just don’t kill ’em and you’ll be just fine,” Snipe put his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into a half hug. “We’ll be rootin’ for ya, kid.”

“Thanks, guys.” I grinned.

“Well, well, audience, let’s cut to the good stuff and not delay these finals any longer! Welcome our first fighters – with a potty mouth and an attitude to match, it’s Jen Winchester from the hero course!”

I stepped through the doorway, hands shoved into my pockets. My eyes squinted as the sudden bright light invading my vision. The crowd was screaming, but I did my best not to pay them any mind as I approached the arena.

“Versus! His sanity is seriously up for debate, it’s Regina Reggian from general studies!”

“Hey, I’m lucid sometimes, twatwaffle!”

“What did he just call me?!”

“A twatwaffle.”

“Don’t ever say that again, Eraser…”

I rolled my eyes before glancing across to the other doorway where Regina was exiting from, looking smug. Man, this guy really has a face I just wanna punch. With a fucking metal chair.

“The rules are simple – immobilize your opponent or force them out of the ring! You can also win by getting the other person to cry uncle! Bring on the injuries because we’ve got our very own Recovery Girl waiting on standby! So put your morals aside and don’t be afraid to play dirty, but of course, no life-threatening crap, folks, it’s not allowed! Real heroes use their powers to throw villains in jail, not kill them!”

“I’ll stop anyone that tries to get too rough,” Cementoss said calmly. He was sitting beside the ring, directly centered with it in a chair he had made with his quirk.

I scratched my cheek. Call me old-fashioned but should they really be encouraging teenagers to beat the ever-living shit out of each other? Sounds fucking suspect.

Regina grinned at me. “I’m gonna force you to give up, nerd!”

“Not even in your dreams, kid.” I grinned back. “Be careful, you don’t wanna get burnt.”

“Ready?!”

“You’re a magician’s red burnin’ chicken looking ass.”

“What the fuck does that even mean? Your taste sound like ass. I’m gonna fucking annihilate you like Kunimitsu Tezuka did to the dinosaurs.”

“Nani the fuck?”

“BEGIN!”

We both took our stances. He held his hands out like he were gripping a sword and the air around him started to solidify, forcing the hilt of a sword. The blade started to form… is that a fucking cactus? “Hey! This is my cactus and his name is Pablo!”

I sweatdropped. What is with this guy? “Oi -” I suddenly gagged as something solidified in my mouth. It tasted like if you took Kirishima’s dirty gym socks, wiped your ass with it, and then pureed it with rotten onions. My stomach turned as I spit it out, coughing violently as I tried to ignore the taste on my tongue. Is that… a mother fucking sock?!

“Winchester just spit up a sock! What is this sorcery we’re seeing, folks?!”

“Take this!” Taking advantage of the distracted he had created, he moved in close, swinging the sword above his head. My hand shot up, connecting with the translucent spikes of the cactus. They broke the skin, small drops of blood flowing from the holes.

“Reggian has successfully launched the first attack! How will Winchester respond?!”

“Am I a fucking joke to you?”

“No, you’re a nerd.”

“Hmph, can’t argue with that one, but you’re gonna have to die now, thanks!” I squeezed my hand, increasing the temperature of my skin until the cactus exploded. My hand was throbbing.

“PABLO, NO!!!”

I punched him in the stomach, sending him stumbling backward, clutching his stomach and coughing.

“You’ll pay… for killing Pablo… you thot!” He held his hand up and the air started to solidify. “Improvised special move, Pablo Jr!!” He threw the small, potted cactus at me and I grunted, smacking it away. As soon as my hand touched it, it exploded.

“It’s hard to see but if you look closely you can see a bunch of translucent spikes now stuck in Winchester’s body from that last attack!”

“Son of a bitch,” I grunted. He lifted his hands again and I dashed forward. I won’t even give him the chance to – smack. I fell face-first on the ground, the cold cement seeping through my clothes.

Silence fell over the stadium before a roar of laughter erupted.

“Oh my god!”

“Did you see her face?!”

“I’m so glad I came, this is hilarious!”

“What a classic move!!”

“I’m wheezing, someone help!”

“Ahahahaha! Class 1-A isn’t looking so cool now, is it?!”

“Shut up, Monoma!”

“No one can get past my second improvised special move – Banana Peel Field!!” Regina laughed loudly.

“I can’t believe it! In all my years, this is the first time I’ve ever seen anyone slip on a banana peel during the sports festival! This is great!!”

I slowly lifted my head, my teeth clenched in annoyance. I fucking slipped on a mother fucking banana peel made of goddamn air. This fucking brat is toying with me and it’s pissing me off. I pulled myself to my feet, my blood boiling as flames engulfed my hands. I thrust them out to the side and lines of fire shot out in all directions, swirling around the arena.

I clenched my fists, grinning when he took a step back. “I’m not gonna give you the chance to give up, but don’t worry bro, I will give you the chance to die!” I slammed both fists against the ground, the concrete splitting as fire snaked through it directly toward him.

“Ah, shit -”

The flames shot up from the ground, hitting him in the gut and lifting him off his feet. I teleported behind him, pulling my leg back before slamming my shin against his back and into the cement. He coughed, doing a somersault to avoid my boot. He breathed heavily, lifting his hands again, but I didn’t give him the chance, teleporting behind him again. Pain shot through my skull and I knew I needed to end it soon.

The flames raged on my arm as I cocked my arm, bringing my fist against his face. He flew backward and I stomped my foot, sending a wave of flame to propel him farther. It smacked into him like a spout of water, forcing his body out of bounds and pinning it against the wall. His eyes rolled back in his head as he lost consciousness, the flames dying out. The air spikes in my body disappeared.

“Reggian is out of bounds!” Midnight raised her hand, the metal cuff clanking from the movement. “Winchester advances to the next round!”

“Woah, that chick is kinda scary, don’t you think?”

“She told him to die!”

“That’s not a very heroic thing to say…”

“Reggian did really well!”

“He’s hilarious! Imagine having him as a sidekick.”

“Right? There’d never be a dull moment!”

“His power is pretty unique, too. If you think about it, the uses for his quirk are pretty limitless.”

“Right? Fire’s a pretty basic quirk, no creativity there.”

My eyes narrowed at my hand, watching the blood drip to the cement.

“Go see Recovery Girl.” Midnight ordered.

“Yeah, whateva.”

“And with that explosive display, we have the first victor of the finals! Class 1-A’s Jen Winchester! Ah yeah~ that was a pretty amusing first fight, kids! Both of you fought bravely, let’s show them some love!!”

I won the fucking match, but I feel like a fucking loser. I shoved my hands into my pockets as I approached the dark hallway. I wanna go home.

“Hey, big sis!”

I glanced up at Riku’s voice. He was leaning over the railing again, waving his hand like crazy. A taller boy stood behind him, gripping the back of his shirt to keep him in place. That must be his older brother. Good, I’m glad the Woodsman was able to find him.

“You were so cool out there! Your power is uber strong!” he grinned brightly, closing his eyes. “I wanna be just like you when I grow up!”

My heart skipped a beat as warmth flooded me, my lips twitching up as I released a breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding. Thanks, kid… I needed that.

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“Gimme some sugar~” Gran pressed her lips to my cheek and patted my bandaged hand. “There, all better, deary.”

“Thanks, Gran.”

“Why the glum face? You won, after all.”

I sighed, falling back onto the bed and staring up at the ceiling. “I don’t know. I mean, I know I won the fight, but he won over the crowd. They totally hated me.”

She hummed. “There will always be times when people prefer one quirk over another. Don’t let it get you down, deary. You’ll always be number one in my heart.”

I smiled, turning onto my side and propping my cheek up against my palm. “Can I ask you somethin’?”

“Of course you may.”

“What does it mean… to be a hero?”

She sent me a surprised look before humming, her hand on her chin. “Well, everyone views it quite differently. At its very core, a hero is someone that wants to help others, but everyone has their own reasons, their own desires, to become a hero.”

“But I don’t,” I frowned, picking at the white sheet beneath me. “I don’t have that drive. I’ve thought about it a bunch of times, but I can’t think of a reason to fight. Besides… if people find out who my mother is, won’t that make them hate me, anyway? Bakugo told me not to tell anyone. He was dead serious about it. She was an A-Class villain turned pro hero. No one trusted her…”

Gran set her small hand over mine, her voice warm. “That may be true, but you are not your mother, deary. You’re your own person and if they view you differently, well, that’s their loss. No matter what happens in the future, you will always have a place here at U.A.”

My fingers wrapped around her hand. “Do you think… I’ll find a reason to be a hero?”

“I do, but you must remember that you grew up in a world where heroes are nothing more than fiction. It makes sense that you have no desire to be a hero because you grew up believing that such a dream simply wasn’t possible. I believe that, with time, you’ll find your reason to keep fighting. You just have to have some patience. These things can’t be rushed.”

I chuckled. “Patience has never been my strong suit. When I was a kid, the loading screen for my new game was taking too long so I kicked the TV.”

She laughed, patting my hand. “Yes, well, you are still young, deary.”

I glanced at Regina, who was unconscious on the bed across the room. “He gonna be okay?”

“He’ll be just fine. I’ve healed his wounds, now he just needs to recover his stamina. No need to worry.”

“Che, as if I’d worry about that idiot.” I rolled over onto my back, folding my hands behind my head. “Can I rest here for a bit?”

“Of course, deary.”

“Thanks, Gran.”

She pressed a kiss to my cheek before returning to her work, leaving me to mull over her words.

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Summer Lovin’ - Ben Hardy Fluff

Request: Hey I sent a request a few weeks ago I just wondered if you received it? It was about Ben taking the reader in cute ass date (go carting or something really fun) and to an American diner like something out if grease and he keeps hold of her hand all day and is super attentive and sweet. (Thank you @littlehopelessdreamer47 for this request because it is so cute I needed it! And I’m so sorry it comes so late :S)

A/N: It’s a bit longer than I anticipated... but I think it’s cute af so proceed!.

Ben pulled his red jacket on and turned around in time for you to come back from your room with your bag and denim jacket in your arm, not quite certain that you would need it for that day’s date.

You smiled at the sight of your blonde boyfriend, he looked handsome as ever with his casual outfit and hair combed to the back and to the side as he finally let it grow out after having wrapped shooting for his last film. He also had the appearance of a kid who was about to follow his mother into the playground across the street.

Of course, you were still not sure what the two of you were doing this day, he had basically called the night before and asked to see you in the morning. He arrived early and you were still in the shower so he had to chat with your roommate for a while before you were ready to go out with your hair pushed back by a ribbon, curled at the ends in what you would call record time. You felt cute in your white summer dress and sandals, hoping for a sunny day in London was a lot, but up until now, it had been worth the morning prayers to Apollo.

“Are you excited?” You inquired as you came up to him, being received by his strong open arms. “What do you know that I don’t?”

Ben pursed his lips and his pointy chin looked more prominent but a side smile cracked his expression and he chuckled as he leant down to capture your lips in a tender kiss.

“Can’t a man treat his girlfriend from time to time?” He said in a soft playful voice, his hands squeezing your sides as he looked up from your pink lips to your e/c eyes. “I missed you so much these past months… next time you have to come with me!”

You rolled your eyes at his comment. You admitted to him a good month into shooting that you missed him like hell, his remedy had been to get Joe to send you a cardboard cutout of himself. Yeah, Joe did and jokingly he also added that you should update Ben via IG about your adventures with this little “gift”. For months you had been feeling like a child, thankfully distracted by the task at hand: placing Cardboard Ben on benches, sitting him on the London underground, taking him to a night out at the club and making it look like he was drinking with you, getting on the London Eye with him when Rami was in town so you and Lucy took him on the cheesiest tour around town to visit the classic tourist attractions (although he had already seen half of them).

“I have a job to do over here, you know?” You laughed and put your hands around his elbows, looking deep into his green eyes. “Maybe next time we could get on the same project…”

Ben let out a laugh and took a step back, going for the door as he blabbered about not liking musical theatre.

You were glad to follow him, Ben pulled you behind him by holding your hand in his. The two of you made your ways downstairs and left the apartment building to find an oddly warm day developing outside.

“I really don’t get it, you have such a lovely voice!” You complained as you started walking towards the stairs leading to the underground.

“Everybody knows you’re the voice in this relationship Y/N. Don’t try to change it!” He warned you, walking side by side now.

A smile spread across your face and you pulled his arm closer to your side as you leant onto his side. Ben pulled his arm out from your grasp and wrapped it around your shoulders, pulling you closer.

“Alright, where are we going?”

You looked at your boyfriend once you went down the stairs leading to the underground, feeling a sudden chill run down your spine as you left the warmth of the sunshine behind in favour of the shadow provided by the ceiling.

“Well, you will see!”

And oh, boy did you see! Ben took you on a long ride through the underground, changing at a few stations and making a run for it once when you thought you would be left behind by the crowded car. You finally made it before noon and you could not stop laughing at Ben when he pulled you inside a large building where you then found out you were going to be driving go-Karts.

“Ben no!” You laughed, following him to the desk at the front as he greeted the person in charge.

“Ben yes!” He turned his head back at you and beamed with joy.

The blonde had made a call the day before and clearly, the people at the establishment were expecting you. He had to agree to take a picture with one of the young girls working there and as you were showed some helmets he answered some of the girl’s most pressing questions about what it had been for him working so close to Roger Taylor.

“Are you ready to lose?” Ben wondered, picking out a dark blue helmet for himself.

You put the bright yellow one you picked out for yourself against your hip and stuck your tongue out at him.

“Hell no! You’re going down Hardy!” You pulled your bag’s strap off your shoulder and shoved the bag onto his chest, starting to walk towards the karts parked on the side of the large track.

“Hey, not fair!” Ben called back, looking down at your bag and wondering what to do with it as his instinct told him to run behind you.

It was a long day at the track for the two of you. At first, you were taught the basics about the karts, they were absolutely not for children, these small cars would not go as fast as a formula 1 car, but they could run quite fast. You were told to change gears and look out for the breaks as you should not go too fast once you were in the curves. Between jokes and laughter, you and Ben had a slow first lap around the track.

The everlasting joke throughout the day was that Ben had chipmunk cheeks with the helmet on. It was hilarious and distracting, you would not admit: he looked cute.

Although you would have loved to spend more time there, you had to leave at some point and after goofing around the track and having a couple of races your stomachs begged for attention.

“I cannot believe it, I must have hit the brakes or something…”

Ben made up excuses as to why you had won on the last race. Both of your faces were still marked with lines from the cushions inside the helmets.

“Suck it up, you’re a big boy!” You poked his ribs with a smile and watched him laugh at the tickling. “I’m hungry.”

Ben took a jab at you, “suck it up, big girl!”

Narrowing your eyes at him you put out your bottom lip, feeling honestly disappointed in him for not agreeing with you that he was hungry too.  

He mended it a second later when he pulled you through the street and said he knew just the perfect place to go eat.

You walked along and had a laugh while listening to your boyfriend talk about his new friends from his last project. It seemed he had had a great time and this always lifted your spirit: knowing he was happy and living his life on a positive note, enjoying his time working as much as his time between projects.

You were asked by the blonde about your own gig, while he was away you prepared to appear on the West End production of Les Mis as Eponine (at last!), which was a big accomplishment since landing the role of “whore number 2” was your usual best when auditioning for the production in past seasons, but on this one...yeah, on this one you had worked your ass - or better put: your vocal chords with your vocal coach during the break to help you improve your technique and support higher notes with as much power as you usually could. The role of Eponine was in the bag, your coach said it himself, and when Ben got the news from you he was so proud he could not help but brag about your talents with his cast members in the midst of shooting.

Ben heard everything about your first rehearsal and how you were bored out of your mind when you had to give the book by Victor Hugo a read (again) in order to get a better understanding of your role on the play.

Once you started talking about the other cast members you reached a large building with wide windows around the front. A snort escaped you and Ben turned his face to grin at you.

“Care to come?” He extended his arm and opened one of the double doors for you, allowing you in as you rolled your eyes and twisted your tongue inside your mouth with great amusement. “I thought you’d like it here.”

Ben’s sweetness had been evident all day, he had been the most thoughtful man! His hands gripped on your waist as you walked in front of him, and he followed with a happiness that he could only ever achieve while being with you, his best friend, confidant, and not least importantly: lover. It bothered him sometimes that other men stared at you, or even went as much as to stare you up and down while he was around, so he made sure you were secured in his arms at most times.

“You’re tickling me!” You complained about a playful tone to your voice. “I like this booth, come on!”

Ben sat across from you and the two of you smiled at each other without saying a word for a moment. The place was decorated in a retro style like an American diner brought back from the ’20s. The black and white tiles on the floor, the thick frames all over the walls… it all seemed casual and relaxed, you did not need more than a second to love the place, although it was a bit far from where you lived.

“Love, I can’t live like this anymore,” Ben shook his head with a line forming between his brows, suddenly you felt your heart drop.

“What?”

“You are thirty minutes away from me when you should be at arm's length -at most!” He complained.

You processed his words so slowly you could almost hear the dial-up sound coming from your head.

Ben held your hands in his, smiling.

“Just move in with me already?” He cocked a brow, pleading with his eyes.

You looked at the menu on the side of the table and pouted.

“Maybe if you help me finish a large order of fries and…” you paused for dramatic effect as you cocked a brow at him, “a milkshake.”

Ben bit his lip and stared at you before re-adjusting himself on his seat and nodding.

“I’d finish a half-pound burger for you, but if that’ll do?” He looked away in search of a waitress and put his arm out to call her to your table, “it’s game on!”

“Actually...I want to add the half-pounder pretty boy, see how you handle that.” You played along.

Ben winked at you, of course, it was not the best meal to keep Ben’s “Angel” body, his coach would kill him when he found out Ben had eaten this kind of food, but God Bless him...he deserved a treat and what was the point of coming to such a nice place if you were going to get a water and a salad?

Tuning out Ben’s conversation with the waitress you only managed to catch him asking for two straws on your milkshake and a glass of water for each.

“This place is wonderful, Lucy had us all come here for her birthday, you’re gonna love their cake and -”

“Hey, Ben?” You nodded at his words but wanted to tell him something real quick. He stopped talking and hummed as a positive response. “you know I will move in with you, right?”

“Of course, I know!” Ben shrugged with a look of cockiness. “Cause you love me. ANNND, I’ve got you wrapped around my finger!” He made a gesture with his hand, rolling his index in the air with a smug grin.

“Oh!” You rolled your eyes, “no, no, no, no! Don’t get it twisted Hardy!” You shook your head and leaned forward and halfway across the table, “I am the one accepting this deal!”

Ben huffed and turned his head to the side, looking around for a second before he licked his lips and leaned across the table too.

“But I am the one punching way above my weight!” He stared you in the eyes. “I mean look at yourself! I’m dating freaking Eponine? What’s next, the Witch of the West?”

You pouted to try and hide your smile.

“I am the one sitting over here with the unofficially adopted son of a rock legend.” You argued, “besides, your career is taking off! I am shocked you even speak to me still…” You put a hand on your chest over your heart.

Ben let out air through his lips and rolled his eyes.

“Drama queen.” He muttered.

“Takes one to know one.” You said equally low.

The two of you gave each other serious stares for a moment before you leant forward and delivered a peck to the tip of his nose.

“Love ya.” You mumbled, Ben’s hand cupped your cheek in an instant ready to put an actual kiss on your lips, although he knew it would only leave him wanting more. Much more.

“Ditto.”

[marvelhero-fics]

High School Party

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Anonymus: can I please request a one-shot with peter parker, maybe you two go to a party and get super drunk and then Tony catches you two coming home the next morning or something? thanks!!!

A/N: Sorry this took forever!!! I’ve been so MIA lately because of school work and just a general busy lifestyle but I've got some more fics on the way!

Word Count: 1,483

Warning: alcohol use, drug use, swearing, a little bit of fluff

Of course you didn’t know how much weed you should smoke, it’s not like you’ve ever tried it. Your father, Tony, would lose his mind if he ever found out that you did. You were so baked that the world was spinning, strange colours snaking through your peripheral vision. Peter and you stumbled around the house. Ned was extremely drunk, MJ was definitely on something, and you didn't even want to think about what was going on with Flash.

Throughout the night, drinks seemed to keep appearing in your hand, some from Peter, others from randoms. Not to mention the amount of times Flash poured a double shot into your red solo cup. It began getting to a point where you were so drunk that you couldn't even taste the alcohol entering your body.

You and Peter stumbled around the house, finally entering a guest bedroom. He toppled his body down onto yours, hitting the bed harshly with his body hovering above yours. You both giggled, your faces inches away from each other. Almost immediately, Peters head dropped down to yours, your lips connecting messily, earning another laugh from each of you. Your mouths sloppily attacking each other, your deep breaths in unison along with light giggles. He began dry humping against you, his member rubbing against your thigh through your clothes. Your hands ruffled through his hair, while his hands snaked up your shirt to play with your breast.

“I’m sorry baby, I’m just way too high right now. Or too drunk, I’m not sure.” You mumbled, pushing against his stomach lightly.

“That’s okay babe,” He placed another sloppy kiss against your lips. “We need to head downstairs, I’m starving.” He groaned, his words slurred together. You couldn't tell which one of you was more wasted. After happily kissing for a little longer, his hand grabbed yours and dragged you downstairs towards the sweet smell of fresh pizza. Of course, Flash challenged you, Peter and some others to a sculling contest, which definitely pushed you over the line. Once that alcohol entered your bloodstream, you began blacking out heavily.

Your brain lost sight of everything, everything happening in front of you didn't process. You blacked out.

Your blurry vision was regained for a moment. It was dark outside, illuminated heavily by the outdoor lights. There was a large pool filled with teenagers and probably too many alcohol cans and red solo cups. There was a loud sudden cheer booming through your ears. You head slowly turned to the side of the pool. Flash, Peter and another guy held hands as they sprinted together towards the pool, still fully clothed. Water was sprayed everywhere as they all hit the pool simultaneously, earning louder yelling from the crowd around them.

Black out.

Peter stood with Flash on the stage in front of the DJ set. Everything was moving slowly in your eyes. Flash had a mic in hand, his voice protesting above everyone else’s. Peter’s hands tucked between the buttons in his shirt. Flash shouted something and Peter ripped the shirt from his chest. Your heart stopped for a second and you’d never felt more sober in your life. Did Peter have his suit on underneath his shirt? All of a sudden the weight on your shoulders dropped off entirely as your eyes fell on his bare skin.

“Yo! Penis Parker’s ripped!” Flash hollered. 

Black out.

You sat around an outdoor table, cozied up in a chair with a random jumper wrapped around your frame. A bunch of girls sat in chairs around the table with you, gossiping about boys, and drinks, and whatever fell into their mind. A few questions were fired in your direction about Peter and yourself, however you just felt far too smashed to properly answer anything, you could barely think straight, let-alone speak straight.

Black out.

You sat on one of the living room couches, Peter’s body right next to yours. His lips sloppily attached to your neck and collarbones, likely leaving a trail of dark love bites. The music had only gotten louder and everyone seemed to get more drunk around you. Your hands wrapped around the back of Peters neck to hold him tightly against you. God, you loved this boy.

Black out.

Peter was on the stage once again, and of course Flash stood beside him. Your gaze fell upon Peter. He wore his baggy jeans, one of his shoes was missing. His torso was still bare apart from the red tied in a messy knot around his neck. He also had secured some black sunglasses, which actually framed his face quite nicely. Flash and him sung out a loud duet, though the words were so slurred you couldn't figure out the song. Peter continued to point at you throughout the song, directing what were likely very cute lyrics at you.

Black out.

Peters arm stationed tightly around your waist as the two of you stumbled out the front door, along with most of the remaining guests. You really couldn't walk straight, you could barely hold your body up. Seeing this, Peters other hand quickly maneuvered under your legs, swiftly pulling you up to carry you bridal-style down the driveway. Part of you was concerned people might think Peter was too strong, but then again, everyone else was too drunk to realise. You snuggled your body deeper into Peter’s as he held you tightly, whispering sweet, slurred words into your ear.

Black out.

Your feet dragged over the freshly cut grass, Peter’s hand firmly holding yours. Your body stumbled into Peter’s accidentally and the two of you fell down onto the grass in a laughing fit. He lay on his back, with your body tightly tucked next to him, his arm holding your body protectively. For the final time that night your eyes fluttered shut and your vision was pulled from your brain.

Black out.

“Oh shit, Cap, get the team out here.” Sam chuckled, his voice unnecessarily loud. Your eyes forced themselves open, heavy from the night before and the eye make-up you didn't wash off. The morning sunlight pierced your eyes, causing you to wince. You held your hand up to shield yourself as much as possible from the light. More silhouettes surrounded your and Peter’s groggy bodies. 

“Rhodey, find Tony and meet us out the front.” Steve commanded through the intercoms, a smirk cracking along his lips. Your hand found its way under your body to push yourself up to a seating position. Your head spun, but not in a good way. There was a pounding noise thumping against the inside of your skull.

“What time is it?” You groaned, your fingers squeezing your temples in attempt to stop the pounding. 

“It’s 8:00am” Natasha spoke, clearly finding your current situation hilarious. 

Sam quietly approached Peter who still lay fast asleep beside you. He stood above him, his face hovering slightly above Peters for a minute. 

“Doesn't he look so peaceful.” Bucky commented, now standing next to Sam. 

“AHHH!” Sam yelled, directly over Peter, earning a flinch from yourself. Peter jumped all the way onto his feet, his hand out in a motion to spray webs all over Sam, however there was no web-shooter attached to his wrist. Bucky and Sam simply laughed as Peter sunk back down to the ground, his hand’s also against his temples. 

The noise of the War Machine suit and the Iron Man suit filled your ears as the two metal men landed in front of you.

“Fuck.” you whispered, looking over at Peter, who simply returned with a concerned smile. There was no way out of this one.

“Well don't you two look like shit.” Rhodey chuckled as the War Machine mask lifted to show the shit-eating-grin plastered to his face. Iron Man’s mask lifted next, showing Tony’s stern, very angry face.

You tried your best to avoid eye contact. 

“You told me you’d be home by 11 at the latest.” Tony walked over and crouched in front of you. “And he said he would look after you,” he motioned to Peter, “but he clearly couldn't even look after himself.” Tony added finally, talking a long, judgemental look at Peters disgruntled figure.

“Dad-” You didn’t want to fight against him, knowing that there was no way out of it, but you also didn’t want Peter to be in any trouble. 

“Is that-” Tony took a big whiff of whatever smell was left over on your clothes from last night, “marijuana?” Tony’s face fell even deeper than before. Sam laughed even louder. Your head just fell directly down to your hands. 

“Cap, take Peter to get cleaned up while I deal with this one.” He said, his eyes not leaving yours. “And Parker, you’re lucky I’m not blasting you into next week, kid. You two both have some serious explaining to do.”

[thecardsimagine]

Could I pretty please get an overly fluffy scenario where the reader and Asra have been together for a while and are just being super lovey dovey (like waking up together and kissing each other’s noses or holding hands whilst strolling through the market?) thank you! And sorry it’s so specific I’ve had this idea but with the gang following and making snide comments and gagging noises about the couple for so long now

Thanks for requesting! I hope you’ll enjoy the scenario, I wasn’t sure if the last part you actually wanted to have included, so I just added a small extra, I hope you like it! (I can only think about one possible goat man who’d be like that tbh)

The rays of the early sun lightened the room, but aside from you giggling, there wasn’t much other noise to be heard. Pulling the blanket over your mouth as if you were hiding, you peaked out from it at your boyfriend who smiled mischievously, his eyes still tired from the sleep he had just awoken from. “Look who’s up already,” he mumbled, stretching his arms upwards before rolling onto his side and pulling you close.

He tenderly let his nose brush over your face, bumping yours with his before giving you a sheepish smooch on the lips, lingering a while like this, letting your warmth caress him tenderly. “How long have you been up?” he asked, inspecting you with half-opened eyes, still very much in sleep mode. You shrugged, entangling your arms from the blanket to wrap them around his neck and sink into his chest.

“A while,” you admitted, feeling the sensation of his lips pressing little kisses on top of your hair. “But I didn’t want to wake you up. You looked so peaceful for once,” you explained, hearing a hum in response. “Thanks for looking out for me, [Name]. I had a wonderful dream in fact,” he purred, pulling you closer into his embrace.

“Was it about me?” you asked, giggling some more as you felt a bit of embarrassment rush through you. You found it a little haughty to assume that even his dreams must be about you, but the love between you two was still so fresh, it felt like a dream itself. There was another thoughtful hum, though you could hear the smile on his face. Even if you weren’t aware, he was just as giddy about you as you were about him.

“All my dreams are about you, [Name]. Every single one of them,” Laughing you pushed yourself away from him a bit so you could look up. The moment his gaze met yours, he leaned down, meeting you in a long, sensual kiss, before listening to what you had to say.

“I hope the will forever be good then.” Asra only laughed, kissing you again before replying, “I know they will.”

“And we need to get some eucalyptus!” you pointed out, voice a little louder so he’d hear you over the divider in your room. You heard him moving around, picking up various items you two needed for your expedition to the market and maybe the forest too, depending if you could find everything he needed for his magic.

“Noted. Will you need much longer?” he asked, and from the closeness of his voice you realized he was standing right in front of the divider. You felt a little embarrassed, having struggled with wrapping yourself in your own clothes. You hadn’t expected them to be so difficult to put on when you bought them and you had wanted to impress Asra with a new look. However, now you were just keeping him behind, even though he had lots to do that day.

“I’m sorry…” you mumbled. “Just having problems with that damn- Ouch!” The struggles with you tag in the back, being held by safety pin finally came to an end as you stung yourself with the metal, making you cry out from the moment of surprise. “[Name]?” Asra’s head immediately came into view from behind the divider, worry in his gaze, though his cheeks quickly flushed red and he turned away as he realized that he might not have looked at you while you were changing.

“I just poked myself,” you explained, trying to laugh it off and turning towards him, showing that it was alright for him to see you. “I am sorry for holding you back, Asra…” you whispered quietly, turning around to the mirror again, trying to fix the rest of your outfit. He was silent as he approached you from behind, putting his hands on your hips and looking at you in the mirror.

“You’re not holding me back, [Name],” he replied, keeping a serious expression on his face. A quick glance at your neck and he saw the tag, reaching upwards to take it out. “Here let me help,” he offered, pulling off the safety pin and placing it away on a cupboard. After that, he looked up in to mirror again, a sudden smile appearing on his mouth. “You look really beautiful,” he purred, leaning forward to kiss your exposed shoulder.

You enjoyed the affections from him, letting out a pleased sigh. He knew exactly how to ease your mind and make you feel loved. Instantly a warm feeling spread through your body. That was until another thoughtful hum escaped his mouth, his lips stopping to kiss your skin. “Maybe we should stay in bed today,” he suddenly suggested, giving you a concerned wrinkling of his forehead in the mirror. “Why that?” you laughed, finding the expression hilarious.

“You are just too pretty, what will I do if other people try to hit on you?” he asked, trying to be his most serious self, though you could see the flirty attitude behind his words. “Ah, you’ll just have to defend me,” you replied, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Like a knight. My magical knight.” Returning the affection, you kissed along the underside of his chin until his stern expression changed into a giddy laugh as he united the two of you in another hearty kiss.

Extra

“No, are you deaf? To the left I said, left! Does no one know how to put up a painting in this damn palace?”

The two of you could already hear Lucio’s booming voice, the moment you set foot out of your room in the palace that the two of you were residing in at the moment. You gave your boyfriend a pitying expression, knowing how much he hated to be in the presence of the count, and he gave you a dramatic roll of his eyes, followed by a sigh in return, before giggling with you about it.

Once you were in clear sight of the count, Asra’s grip on your hand strengthened, his gaze straightforward and already focused on a point behind Lucio. However, the moment he could see you, he did, turning around towards you with one of his signature wide grins, opening his arms for a greeting. “Asra! Perfect timing, can’t you do anything? Use your magic, my painting has to be perfectly hung here or Noddy will take it off again.”

Though against the expectations of the count, for Asra to stop and help, the magician just passed by, pulling you along quickly. “We’re terribly busy, Lucio,” he explained, hooking your arm demonstratively under his. “Come on, it’s not like she’d run in my arms the moment you let go of her, oh great magician!” Lucio sneered as he looked after the two of you.

Even though you didn’t expect him to be affected by that so much, you could feel the tension building in Asra, as he slowly came to a halt, turning only halfway back to Lucio. Just loud enough for the count to hear, Asra announced “That’s true, you are just too crooked for her taste. Like your painting,” before leaning down, kissing you sweetly. One last smirk towards Lucio before Asra tugged you along again, hearing the count shout after you, “Oh, get a room!”

“We already have one!” Asra replied with a laugh. “It’s in your palace even!” he added before the two of you laughed over the frustrated grunt you heard from the count, making your way towards the market, hand in hand.