#and I literally couldn’t make it thru the next one I made it like ten issues and gave up

[tbcanary]

the thing. about outlaws. is that it has some really really nice moments and the team dynamic is lovely, and i have a lot of positive feelings about that. but the other thing about outlaws is that it’s a character assassination and the plots are so bad that i do want to set things on fire.

[missjaystone]

“Don’t Wake Up”

Pairing(s): Steve Rogers x Reader | Bucky Barnes x Reader Summary: Work keeps you busy. That's why as long as Steve's gentle and doesn't wake you up, he's free to do what he wants while you sleep, but what he wants is his best friend to feel what he feels. Word Count: 1,800

Trigger Warning(s): Somnophilia, NonCon/DubCon, Drugging Please DO NOT ignore trigger warnings and read at your own discretion.

Life was unpredictable, anybody who knew exactly how their life would go was either omnipotent or the most boring being alive. Early on you learned to roll with life's punches and that's how you were where you were right now. A top SHIELD agent trusted with a great deal of knowledge and an almost insane amount of clearance, working closing with the Avengers. You rose thru SHIELD's ranks fairly quickly, especially for someone of your age. You were mid-level when they unfroze Captain America. You were one of the people entrusted with the task of helping Steve warm up to this new 21st-century society, pun not intended.

Once the initial shock of being thrust into this world had worn off, you and Steve developed a comfortable and vital friendship. You two spoke multiple times a day and saw each other frequently. The two of you were together so often, people used to joke that if one of you was around, the other wasn't far behind and they usually weren't wrong. It was no secret nobody was surprised when Tony loudly made a scene when he saw you two sharing a New Year's kiss. Tony shouting "I knew they'd end up together! I fucking knew it!" to everyone on the Avengers team and a handful of SHIELD agents wasn't how you two intended on exposing your relationship, but life is unpredictable.

Things around you gradually became more complex but that wasn't a surprise, you just kept rolling with the punches. The battle of New York happened, Ultron happened, Hydra's infiltration of SHIELD happened, the team grew, the entire situation with the Sokovia Accords happened, the complexities already on your plates multiplied. Of course, you stuck with Steve thru everything, you never stopped having faith in him. There were a handful of times where you could've turned and stopped fighting but how could you abandon your Captain? You loved him. Over the years all the fights, all the curveballs, everything wore on you both and the two of you had to change with the times and adapt to your surroundings. You were both changing before each other. There were times where you didn't see each other for weeks at a time; Steve would get busy with his missions around the globe and you had a mountain of SHIELD files to deal with; drives that had to be decrypted and stored properly, reports that had to go to a dozen different people, agents to recruit and review, clips to scour with minute details.

Things got a little bumpy when Bucky came to stay at the tower; Steve trying to help his oldest friend get accustomed to everything and you helping any way you could. You couldn't bear the thought of telling Steve when you started to feel uncomfortable around the brunette. The lingering stares, the prolonged hugs, the borderline-peculiar conversations; you brushed it all off. This was a man who spent 70 years as a mind-controlled assassin, he had everything ripped from him and now he had to readjust to modern society. He had to learn how to form relationships again, he had to relearn everything so there were bound to be moments of discomfort as he navigated his way. In all of that, however, you missed the small frowns and brooding moments he had whenever you and Steve were being overly affectionate together. He'd never do anything about it though, you were Steve's. He'd had his fair share of ladies back in their time but you were Steve's girl, you made Steve happy and Bucky couldn't-wouldn't take that from him.

When your workload multiplied again, you weren't as available as you used to be and it wore on Steve a bit. He and his super-soldier stamina had gotten used to a certain level of intimacy that wasn't happening anymore. It came to a head one night when Steve was in the mood but you were too tired to even pretend. Your words were mumbled as you snuggled against your pillow but Steve heard them loud and clear "do whatever you need to get off, baby, just don't wake me up." He asked if you were sure and got a hum in response but that didn't entirely suffice. He gave your shoulders a small shake until you turned to look at him. You looked tired and were so close to kicking him out of bed "Stevie, do whatever you want just please let me sleep."

You two still had sex other times, they were more intimate and personal though. In a mildly humorous way, that seemed to boost your relationship some. You'd wake up the morning feeling surprisingly peaceful for a few minutes before your work to-do list came to mind and Steve found out he enjoyed the idea of doing something he wasn't supposed to. He'd made it into his own little game; how much could he do without waking you up?

Tonight, you had your nose buried in your computer screen and papers were strewn across the bed; you were already exhausted but you still had a number of things to finish. You were pulled out of your hype focused state when the bed dipped beside you. The blue-eyed man offered you a cup of water with a sweet smile "come on, I haven't seen you drink anything in over an hour." You thanked him with a quick peck before taking a long and much-needed drink, thanking him when you set the nearly-empty cup back down.

Time felt like it began to drag on slowly, heavy tiredness slowly enveloping you throughout the next hour. You didn't even realize you'd dozed off until Steve was gently laying you down, pulling the blankets over you. "Steve, I still have work to do," you forced yourself to mumble, everything just felt heavy. "You can't even keep your eyes open, finish it in the morning," he said softly. He hushed you when you tried to object "Captain's orders, doll." You couldn't argue with that. Literally, there wasn't an ounce of strength or a grain of energy to fuel a disagreement. You were out like a light in a manner of seconds.

The blond stayed snuggled up beside you, stroking your hair soothingly to lull you into a deep sleep. No more than ten minutes had passed before the door opened and closed without a sound. An unsure Bucky stood by the dresser with his hands in his pockets and spoke quietly "are you sure about this Steve?" He nodded "I'm positive, Buck. I wouldn't have suggested it if I wasn't sure about it. I see the way you look at her, you deserve happiness too y'know." Bucky started to question him but Steve stopped him "she'll love you as much as she does me, Buck, it'll take some time and subliminal messages but she will."

Bucky looked at your sleeping form in thought, you were a nice person; you were smart, helpful, genuine, charming, you made him feel normal. He'd never be normal but if having you made him feel that way, who was he to pass up the opportunity? He quickly shed his pajamas while Steve moved your bottoms down. They'd been planning this for what felt like ages and they knew there'd be no going back, but it gave them a chance at a future they got to actually choose.

A thick silence filled the room as Bucky moved slowly to hover above you, lining himself up at your entrance with a slightly-shaking hand. With one last confirmation look from Steve, he slowly eased himself into you. He bit his lip roughly to keep from groaning and wake you up. The crushed-up Valium in your water should've kept you from waking up at anything but he wasn't taking a chance and getting too caught up in the moment. He finally broke the silence with a mumbled groan after finally bottoming out. Bucky's eyes fell closed and he stilled to savor the feeling, almost cumming right then.

Very slowly, he started to pull his hips back before pushing back in just as slowly. He continued like this for what he thought was ages and when the only response from you was a mumble here or a moan there, he slowly picked up his pace. Steve was in heaven watching the scene unfold in front of him. There was a slight pang in his chest for betraying your trust and not only letting but encouraging his friend to use you but he had a plan, a plan he was confident in. He started off palming his throbbing erection over his sweatpants before eventually pulling them down and fisting his member. There were a few moments where both stilled in fear when you stirred before settling. Bucky finished first, his hips jerking briefly before they stilled, a satisfied groan leaving his lips as he moved some hair out of your face. Steve finished when he watched him slowly pull out and came with a muttered 'fuck'. Steve quickly grabbed a few tissues, handing some to Bucky to clean you up while he took care of himself. Once the evidence was removed, the men shared a tight hug. Bucky actually looked a little more like himself now, he looked the slightest bit happier and more at peace.

In your unconscious and drugged state, all that you really felt was a sort of tugging pressure but you couldn't open your eyes. You heard voices conversing quietly after the pressure was completely gone and you felt the bed move as somebody got up. Despite your best efforts to listen, you couldn't make out the words. It took all of your strength to open your eyes even slightly but you could've sworn you saw a brunette figure leaving the room. There was no time to process it before your eyes fell shut again and you were entirely asleep.

You still felt a bit groggy when you woke up in the morning but nothing seemed out of place. Steve was quick to appear with a couple of mugs of coffee, handing you yours before he took a seat. He planted a sweet kiss on your temple. When you didn't say anything after taking your mug, Steve looked you over "are you feeling okay, doll? Are you coming down with something?" He asked, some concern in his eyes as he placed the back of his hand to your forehead for a temperature check. You finally took his hand and kissed his palm, sending him a smile "I'm fine, baby, just a little groggy is all. Crazy dream is all." Steve smiled sweetly at you “wanna talk about it?" An image of Bucky on top of you flashed across your mind and you shook your head “I don’t even remember what it was about.” You kissed his cheek softly and smiled. After all, it was only a dream.

[fanfic-me-up]

Birthday Boy || Kaminari Denki

Synopsis: You plan Denki the most epic party, but save the best gift for last 😉

Pairing: Kaminari Denki x fem!Reader

Warnings: M/E+, 18+, explicit sexual content, heavy drinking (but being safe about it)

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: This is for the @bnhabookclub​ bingo event! Huge thanks to @shoutogepi​ for betaing, u always come thru for my denki content, like where would i be without u 😭 This is for Denki’s b-day (that passed lol) but ima just post anyway so hope you enjoy! 💖

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Denki’s in the corner overlooking the scene in front of him with a drunken smirk on his face. This party is going down as the most epic rager in the history of ragers.  The spacious backyard allowed you to hire a DJ to come in and pump beats through a bad ass stereo system that even Jirou approved of. And she has unbelievably high standards considering her quirk. The bass is turned up all the way that Denki can feel it thumping against his chest.

You took the time to decorate the rest of the yard with canopies and fairy lights, providing a pretty backdrop over the starry sky. Denki’s birthday is in summer so the breeze tickling his skin was just right. People are still splashing in the pool despite it being ten at night.

Denki sees you across the yard, waving goodbye to the taco man you hired. You actually planned the whole party on your own. Denki had no idea how you balanced party planning with late-night work shifts, all the while keeping it a secret so Denki wouldn’t find out.

Then again, it wasn’t that hard to keep it from him, Denki literally heard you on the phone, hiring the taco man for his birthday, and he still didn���t think anything of it. You made sure to invite all of his pro-hero friends. It was relatively tame for the first hour until Sero challenged Denki to a keg stand, and Denki has no shame so there he stood in the middle of his backyard at two in the afternoon, hanging upside down with Sero and Kirishima holding him up, and guzzling as much beer as he could before he toppled over. The Bakusquad all yelling “CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!” and of course, Bakugou had to chime in, saying he could do it for longer. 

And that’s how all the pro-heroes of the future generation that are deemed “noble saviors” by society end up challenging each other to various drinking games. You got the cheap booze, but no one could tell the difference by the third cup. 

“You say… boobs? where...” Mineta slurs, wrenching his guts out into a flower pot. Poor flower.

Oh. Denki just narrated that whole beginning scene out loud. In the third person. Whoops.

Nobody wanted to invite Mineta, but it was Denki’s party so they all stuck it out for one night. After a few rounds of the typical high school party games in which Bakugou took every opportunity to shit all over - 

“Why the fuck… we’re pro… pro-heroes... playin’ this… this... kiddy… sippy cup shit…”

Don’t worry, Kirishima shuts Bakugou up real fast. With his mouth.

“No one shuts me up! You hear… I- I will fuuuck…” Kirishima pulls Bakugou in for another kiss, and Denki peeps some tongue. Go Kiribaku! Mina, of course, came up with the ship name, she comes up with all of them, but Denki loves the ship name you two share the most. It’s what Mina calls… fuck… what’s it stand for? T-O-P? P-O-T? O-T-P? Denki shrugs, thinking it’s one of ‘em, and that he definitely ships you with him all day every day.

Where are you by the way? Denki needs his fill of you, a kiss every twenty minutes dammit! He hangs onto the wall when he walks, the room spinning way too much, but he’s still able to discern you from the chaos. A halo of light surrounds your figure, giving you an angelic appearance, though that can just be Denki’s vision going in and out of focus.

Denki lifts his hands up to his face, as if he were a photographer trying to get the best angle for a shot. You’re collecting empty cups from people and refilling them with water. At least that’s what Denki surmises since everyone groans when you hand them back their cup.

“Oh no, Y/N, Denki’s doing that thing again with his hands where he’s pretending to be a cameraman! Help!”

Denki giggles at the talking broccoli in his living room. Broccoli is such a nice guy, always looking after everyone, he's the number one broccoli for a reason ya know. 

Denki couldn’t have asked for a better girlfriend, I mean, have you seen yourself? You strut over like a model that could end Tyra Bank’s whole damn career, hips swaying in a seductive rhythm to the marching drum of Denki’s soundtrack in his head. Denki really wants to run his hands all over you, dammit, he’s been hoping to get you alone since this afternoon for some birthday sex, but with all the last-minute planning you were doing, it was never the right time.

“Now’s a good a time as any, birthday boy.” You whisper in his ear, making Denki jump when he realizes you caught him narrating out loud. This is why Denki loves you. You put up with all his weird shit.

Denki lurches forward, wobbling slightly, and proceeds to drag you upstairs. You giggle at his impatience, looking around to find the Bakusquad passed out on the couch and definitely staying the night. No way in hell are you letting anyone go home in their inebriated state. Sero is wrapped from head to toe in his own tape after Denki dared him to mummify himself. Mina is curled up on one side of the couch with her makeup miraculously still in place after all the swimming, dancing, and streaking (yes, you heard that correctly, it was a dare) Kirishima and Bakugou are cuddling on another couch, with Bakugou’s head tucked into Kirishima’s arm. Halfway through the night, Kirishima lost his shirt and he’s just been chilling shirtless the entire night. 

“Hold up, this is too good,” you giggle, motioning for Denki to pose in the middle. Denki looks about ready to pass out next to them, with his eyes half-closed and smile so dopey, you’d think he just came back from overusing his quirk. You take a picture of the chaos that is your boyfriend and friends, and decide it will definitely make it into the scrapbook. 

Denki drags you down the hall, like this is his first time exploring the place you’ve shared for the past two years, and leads you into every room.

“Denki, this is the bathroom!” 

“Then why is there a bed?” He looks genuinely confused trying to pull you into the bathtub. 

“Okay, you are way too drunk. Sure you can get it up?” You wonder if he’ll even remember your sexcapades in the morning. 

“I’ll let you be the judge,” Denki pulls your hand to his crotch, which is already rock-solid through his jeans. You bite your lip, teasing the outline with your fingertips, and relishing in every twitch of his hardness. Denki huffs, clearly wanting to get this show on the road, because he throws your hand off and drags you into the next room so fast you trip over your feet.

Denki pumps his arms and shouts “huzzah!” in victory when he finally finds the bedroom, and you giggle at the loveable doof. But, any sign of light-hearted energy vanishes the moment Denki’s lips are on you. Before you know it, you’re pushed against the door, with your thighs spread apart. Anticipation swirls in the pit of your stomach, bubbling at the newfound friction of Denki’s thigh rubbing against your delicate center. He takes it upon himself to rub his cock against the inside of your thigh with absolutely no shame. 

“Eager now, are we?” 

Hell yeah, Denki’s eager, birthday sex is best sex… well, any sex is best sex as long as he’s getting sex. Heh. Denki should take a shot every time he says sex.

“I think you’ve had enough shots to last you till next year, birthday boy.” 

Fuuuuck Denki didn’t know birthday boy was a thing for him, but now he needs every day to be his birthday, just so you call him that. And oh my god who the hell decided criss-cross straps were a good idea? It’s like a fucking maze trying to figure out how to unclasp your bra. You reach around to unclasp it yourself when Denki whines in frustration. He cuts his whine mid-way, when he sees your naked chest, nipples taut and ready to be played with. Just when he’s about to pinch your nipple, you send him for a loop and flip positions, trapping him against the door. And Denki is 100% okay with that too.

“Tell me what you want. I’ll make it the best gift you’ve gotten tonight, birthday boy, ”

You whisper directly into his ear, nibbling and licking at the lobe. You’re awarded with a slurred giggle that brings a smile to your own face. Denki throws his shirt over his head, but instead of it looking sexy like a Taylor Lautner scene in Twilight, Denki ends up getting his head stuck. You torture him for a few seconds by just standing there watching him get his arms tangled in the mix before finally helping him.

He’s still wearing that ridiculous Pikachu party hat Kirishima gave him, and when you try to slip it off, he swats your hand away. You pull his shirt over his head, and come to the conclusion that it’s not true birthday sex if said birthday boy isn’t wearing a 99 cent store party hat. Nothing can stop the delicious tingling making your pussy flutter. 

He pins you with his sudden change of demeanor, even though you’re the one pinning him against the door. It amazes you how he can change from this doof wearing a party hat to 'yeah, fuck me, daddy' in three seconds straight. The electricity sizzling the room is squeezing your heart threatening to burst, as you take in Denki’s unrelenting gaze.

“I want you naked, on your knees, and worshipping my cock, unwrapping it with your tongue.”

You gulp at the unexpected switch, heat pulsing between your thighs as newfound wetness seeps through. A dark tone colors the usual tenor timbre of his voice. You slide out of your jeans and Denki takes his time ravishing every inch of your naked body with his honey-glazed eyes. He weaves his fingers, massaging the roots of your hair, and pulls you down so your eye level with his crotch. 

“And then you’ll thank me for the gift by swallowing every last drop of my cum.” 

Your mouth waters at his bulge on display, and you can’t stop yourself from mouthing him through his jeans. You nose at the rough fabric, biting the zipper and pulling it down with your teeth. You make sure to look up at Denki when you press a teasing kiss to the tip where there’s a wet spot, pre-cum leaking through his boxer briefs. His lips are kiss-bitten red partnered with a cute flush spread across the apples of his cheeks like he’s been out in the sun a little too long. 

You love every part of Denki, you really do, but he’s giving you the sign to hurry up with how he’s literally grinding against your face. His cock bobs, hitting his stomach, when you pull his briefs down; it’s pinker than usual, he’s been horny for a while you think, and it’s leaking so much pre-cum that it’s running down the shaft. You nuzzle your face in, taking in his scent at the most concentrated part of him. You might burst if you don’t touch yourself, but it’s Denki’s night, and you want to focus all your attention on pleasing him. You’re busy having this internal debate when you hear a gruff voice from above you.

“It’s okay, baby girl, go ahead n touch yourself.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. You spread your legs enough to trace the outline of your folds and gather enough of your juices to start rubbing your clit in a fierce rhythm. At the same time, you lick the underside of Denki’s cock, following the path of the vein leading up to the head, where you swirl your tongue in circles. You pull off the tip with a pop.

“Birthday boy’s gone quiet,” you whisper, looking up at Denki. It’s true. He hasn’t made a sound which makes you a little concerned he’s not enjoying it. You voice this concern openly.

“Am I doing it wrong?”

He shakes his head, “No, baby, I love it… just… enjoying the view,” his breath hitches at the end. 

Fuck, Denki thinks, how could that even cross your mind? Not when you’re naked on your knees, chest blossomed with different colored hickeys Denki’s left on you from the week before. You’re giving him that doe-eyed look that completely contradicts your naughty actions of suckling his balls. Denki bites his lip when your tongue peeps from your lips to get his cock warm and wet, but what he doesn’t expect is for you to pull away. Denki groans at the loss of heat surrounding his cock. You wipe the spit dribbling from your lips with the back of your hand.

“Babe, I love you and all your weirdness, but I will stop going down on you if I have to hear you refer to yourself in the third person one more time.” 

“But it’s my birthday,” Denki moans, banging his head against the door.

You roll your eyes, tempted to retort with “it’s my mouth,” but pleasuring Denki is top priority, and apparently Denki very much agrees with this sentiment as he forces your head towards his cock. You don’t have time to catch your breath before you’re diving face-first into a mouth full of Denki. Tears spring from your eyes at the shock of his cock hitting the back of your throat, but once you relax your throat and neck, you return to rubbing circles against your dripping clit to the same rhythm of Denki fucking into your mouth. You moan, causing vibrations to thrum around his cock and travel through every synapse of his body. 

“Fuck yeah mmmmm…  just like that, knew you could do it, fuck baby you take me in so good like my cock was made for your tight little pussy and mouth,” Denki groans, unable to filter what’s coming out of his mouth. The sight of his cock going all the way in and out of your mouth, sucking him in almost as good as your pussy, makes his balls tighten and he knows he’s getting close. 

“You like that, huh? You like being stuffed full of my cock? You don’t care which hole as long as I’m fuckin’ into one, isn’t that right, baby girl?” 

You moan in response, eyes rolling in the back of your head, as you chase the high you’re so desperately looking for. The end is in sight, just around the corner. You press your fingers harder against your clit, rubbing intense figure eights, as you choke on Denki’s cock. Your jaw is starting to ache, but you’re at the home stretch now. When you try to pull off to gasp for air, Denki grips your hair tighter, and thrusts his hips forward. All you can do is sit there and take his thick cock, saliva dripping down your chin, mixing with the sweat glistening your chest. Your nose is pressed against his pelvis, so each time you breathe in, the scent of Denki hits you hard, his happy trail tickling the inside of your nose.

“Fuck, baby, you have no idea how hot you look right now touching yourself. Like swallowing my cock turns you on that fuckin’ much.”

The raw power of having Denki above you, saying these filthy things, even with that fucking party hat on, is making your pussy flutter, almost like your body is begging for him to slide into you this instant. As a compromise, you insert two fingers into your pussy and start to rock your hips, riding your fingers in time to Denki fucking your mouth. 

“Ah shit ah… mmmmm you wish it was my cock inside you, huh? Bet you’re so fuckin’ soaked that I’d slide right in.”

You moan in affirmation, your pussy quaking at the suggestion, begging to be filled. The coil tightening your core is about to snap, and your thighs shake in sheer anticipation of the wave of pleasure about to spill. Just when you’re about to come, Denki pulls you out from under him. You only have a moment to gasp for much-needed air before you’re slammed up against the door. Denki slams into you so deep that his cock hits your g-spot on the first thrust. He’s ramming into you so hard that your thigh starts to slip down. Denki picks you up, patting your bum as a signal for you to wrap your legs around his waist.

“Tell me…mmmm fuuuck…how much you love my cock,” he finally grits out, his words getting lost between the sounds of your love-making. 

You didn’t expect to be pleasured tonight by Denki, and honestly, you were completely okay with finishing yourself off, but knowing that he’s taking the time to make sure you’re taken care of when it’s his night turns you on even more. A filthy, squelching sound can be heard every time Denki pushes in, coating his cock with your juices.

“Ah… mmmm… I love your cock, baby - love…  how... mmmm… it fits in my mouth... and fills me up. I love when you’re inside me, and... you fill me up with your cum and there’s so much it drips out… Your cock is the best I’ve ever had… God baby, I feel like it’s my birthday tonight.” You babble in between kisses and moans. 

“I want you to feel good too, baby, now come on lemme hear you scream. I want everyone downstairs to know you’re taking my cock and loving it.”

Both of you are a damn mess at this point. Your hair sticking to your face, and drool dribbling down your chin, but all you can think about is the wave of pleasure about to seize your entire being. Denki feels it too since he starts thrusting at an uneven pace, but still able to hit your g-spot with unapologetic precision, like the sharpshooter he is.

It takes one more deep thrust to topple you headfirst into the abyss of your long-awaited orgasm, and oh does it feel good. 

“Denki! I- oh god- right there! Right fucking there, oh god I-I’m- mmmm...” 

A scream is ripped from your throat, as your back is slammed against the door, your boobs bouncing up and down from the sheer force of Denki’s thrusts. He found his way down to your pussy, making sure to rub your clit with his thumb, so you get the dual sensation. Liquid heat rushes through every inch of you, releasing any and all tension from your body. Denki continues to fuck into you, making sure you come more than once. He groans when your pussy clenches around his dick, but he doesn’t stop riding your orgasm out with you until you’re completely spent. Your body buzzes in the blissful after-effects, but you come back to reality when Denki grunts.

“Fuck, babe, lemme come all over that pretty face.” 

You whine at the dull throb of your pussy, the thought of being covered in Denki’s seed is exciting you despite just getting off. You unwrap your legs from his waist, and make your way down on your knees once again. Denki takes himself in his hand and works himself in overtime with coordination you had no idea he still possessed while being this tipsy. Seeing the outline of his flexing bicep reminds you of how much power he wields over you. You eagerly await for him to finish on you. You lick your lips, hoping to catch any drops of come that land in your mouth.

“Say ah,” Denki pries your jaw open with his other hand. 

“Ahhhh,” you obey, looking up at him expectantly. You run your fingers wherever you can; his arms, down his stomach, his thighs like you don’t know where to hold on to for purchase. He speeds his hand up a little more, his jaw clicks and you see his jawbone protrude, giving a masculine, angular look to his face. Everything about Denki right now screams dominance that you’re wondering if this is even your Denki. You’re taken out of your thoughts when he groans, spilling his seed all over your face and in your mouth. 

“Just like that… fuck yeah… now swallow like the good girl I know you are.”

There’s so much come that it drips down your chest and between your cleavage. He groans at the sight of you covered in his seed, and he makes sure to milk every last drop. You make sure to look up at him when you swivel his cum around like your finger painting, before bringing it up to your mouth and sucking it. You make sure to lick yourself clean, not wanting any to go to waste, and Denki watches with his mouth slightly open and chest heaving, trying to catch his breath, but it’s impossible with the image in front of him. 

Once you finish putting on a show, you get up and take Denki by the hand to lead him to the bed you share. There’s a moment of stillness, electricity still buzzing through the room, but you’re both way too exhausted from the long day to have any energy to really bask in the afterglow. You’re caught up in your own thoughts, but you’re interrupted when you hear a “honk” and catch Denki blowing a kazoo with his party hat barely hanging onto the side of his face. You still can’t believe you came with him wearing that hat; you must really love him. He looks thoroughly fucked out and like he’s just had the best birthday ever. 

Denki’s had the best birthday ever. Period. He turns to snuggle into you, despite both of you being sweaty and sticky. He wants to feel you against him.

“Thank you, Y/N, for today, and for all the birthdays before, and the many others to come. I feel like the luckiest guy in the world being able to spend them all with you.” He trails off as a yawn takes over. You lean forward to kiss him lovingly on the lips. Your noses rub together in that sickly sweet way that everyone secretly loves, but pretends to hate if they see another couple doing it.

And as his eyes threaten to shut, Denki thinks it’s a perfect finish to a perfect night. The end. He faintly hears you giggle, and the last thing Denki hears before he drifts to sleep is-

“It’s only the beginning, birthday boy, only the beginning. Happy birthday, Denki.”

[luvdsc]

hey there bub! i was going thru ur masterlist and i saw in the "about" section that u made eye contact with taemin OMG how did that go AAAAA u got to make eye contact with THE lee taemin? soo lucky :") i bet this happened prob awhile back but how was the superm concert? i'm sure it was amazing n so much fun AAAAA sadly they didn't go here in my city :( but i was able to see NCT dream live during their dream show tour and i tell you WHEW GOSH those boys are so ethereal??? like they look so good in vids and in pics but they're 1000000x better in person??? like pictures don't do their beauty justice?? gosh i could write a full on essay abt this. until now i still cant believe i got to see the dreamies live?? its feels so surreal like a dream, its crazy. i remember the lights dimming and 'dear dream' started playing in the background and i just lost it lol i was shaking and bawling my eyes out n the show hasn't even started yet djkfkjn i first noticed jisung n when i saw him the first thing that popped in my mind was: "he is SO tall and he's soso cute dear lord :")" and the way he dances, a frickin dance king?? he's rlly such a born performer. AND OHMYGOD JENO, the man is rlly WOW, ngl he kinda looks intimidating with his sharp features and smooth dance moves but his eye smiles make my heart mELT. i remember during the encore stage, the show was about to end and the boys were saying goodbye to us, jeno's face was showed on screen, he was tryna eat the confetti LMAO. renjun,, i will never shutup abt this but renjun is confirmed to be a FAIRY!! the prettiest boy :") #RENJUNFAIRYAGENDA he has such sharp yet delicate features and his aura is just so warm n comforting like he just captivates u n lures u in, and when he sings, like u can feel the emotion, hes so talented. all throughout the show, hyuck was just GLOWING (lives up to his name, fullsun uwu) . he's soso pretty n he's my bias so i literally was just in awe when i saw him, i was speechless :') he was rlly entertaining to watch n he was also so attentive to the crowd esp when he saw some ppl that got hurt, he kept telling us to move back a little. OMG HOW COULD I FORGET NANA, jaemin was soo sweet n charming and the way his eyes lit up whenever he looks at the crowd gosh my heart was abt to burst he rlly adores czennies :") jskfvkds hes also super tall lmao hyuck was tryna lift his shirt up tho and of course chenle, ngl but all throughout the concert, my eyes just keep coming back to chenle. out of all the dreamies, he caught my eye the most. like,, THE POWER THIS MAN HOLDS IS CRAZY?? THIS MAN DIDNOT COME TO PLAY!! his stage presence is crazyy ohgod esp during 119 performance, and he looks like a prince in real life. he also played the piano and i remember everyone was just in awe as he played like the whole crowd had heart eyes for him. it was such a fun n amazing experience, the boys were so amazing n talented, they rlly know how to put on such a great show. they work tirelessly n they're so good, like their voices and dance moves, srsly amazing :") ++ it so memorable cus it was my first kpop concert hehe. buying tickets were such a pain in the ass ngl it was so stressful but SO worth it 🥺 i knew jisung was tall but i didnt know he was THAT tall, idk if im just small but they all rlly look so tall JKDFSDJVFF sadly mark wasnt there :( sorry if i made this long, i just got excited and i thought it'd be nice to share my concert experience w/ u as well hehe 😅 i hope you're doing great bub!! <3

- 🐼 anon

omg hi yes, i was lucky enough to score tickets to see superm last year, and i was right up against the main stage railing !!! 🤩 so ten made eye contact and smiled at me, baekhyun also made eye contact and smiled and waved at me (he’s my exo bias and i was like the heart clutching meme when he did that), i yelled “you’re doing great sweetie” when taeyong took a pause during commentary time and he said thank you 🤧, and god taem looked at me for a good 20 seconds smiling at me and i couldn’t handle it and had to blink and look away and he laughed at me 😔 akslhflakshdfla but oh my god, lucas is so goddamn attractive irl it’s insane, and ten is sooo so pretty like i didn’t even pay attention to what they were saying during the commentary time sometimes i was just staring at ten who was in front of me and i was the starry eyed emoji (baek and ten were right in front of me, lucas was next to them), and pictures don’t do taeyong justice at all like that man is absolutely ethereal ✨✨  also!!!!! seeing ten perform his solos, hearing taeyong and mark rap irl and of course BASS GO BOOM BY LUCAS BECAME MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE WHEN ARE THEY RELEASING THAT SONG??? and i was in tears when taemin performed right in front of me like 16 year old me would be shaking in her boots if she knew she would see god taem in the flesh. actually current me was shaking askdjfhalksjdf i cherish all the videos i took so much (i accidentally deleted the entire jopping video except the mark rap part when i was trying to snip it to post to my insta story and cried rip 😭😭)

YOU GOT TO SEE THE DREAMIES IRL OH MY GOD I’M SO JEALOUS 😭😭 I WANNA SEE THEM PERFORM SO BAD!!! i keep rereading your entire experience and i’m living vicariously through you now aklshdflakjsdhfda oh my god, i wanna see jisung and fairy prince renjun perform live so bad 😭 i got to see hyuck perform three times now with 127, and he’s absolutely amazing, i couldn’t stop watching him dance like he’s my number one favorite performer in nct and the way he dances is heavenly and wonderful and his voice is insane 💖 he truly was born to be an idol 🤧💞💞 i want to write a proper response to each of your description of the dreamies but right now i’m just like no thoughts head empty just heart eyes for every single one of those boys 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸 aaaa thank you for describing them all, angel, i’ll keep this in mind as i write fics :’) omg and this was your first kpop experience???? you’re so lucky!!!! 💓 also i feel with the buying tickets omg i always have to get up early and keep refreshing on every device to get decent tickets and it’s so stressful askljdfhaksd but it definitely is so worth it in the end! my only regret is opting out of seeing skz last year and going to a party instead rip and omg no need to apologize!!! it’s really fun to hear about your concert experiences, sweetpea!!! 💞 thank you for taking the time to share that with me 💘  i’m doing wonderful and enjoying my weekend, and i hope you’re having a good weekend and doing well also, angel 🐝💛✨

[anoutlandishfanfic]

Metamorphosis Chapter 25: In the Womb of the Earth.

*waves at all y’all collectively* I CAME BACK LIKE I SAID I WOULD!!!

So, I started this chapter way back in November/December (read: after the previous chapter posted) and then everything fell apart. My health took a nosedive (I’m having surgery day after tomorrow) and I was literally focused on getting thru the day and surviving work and my brain couldn’t function on the level I needed it to to write this chapter. Things have gotten a little better (soon to be a LOT better) and I managed to crank this one out!

Special thanks to @thefraserwitch for the constant stream of texts that inspired a whole heckuva lot and to @diversemediums for being the confirming POST IT voice that I seem to always need in my life. Y’all rock.

BUT ANYWAY HERES THE DEETS

The Premise: What if Claire had conceived on her wedding night to Jamie?

You can find the previous chapter here (Part One / Part Two) if you need to catch up (I wouldn’t blame you). You can also find the master list of the whole fic here on Tumblr or its also current on AO3.

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February 20th, 1744; The Abbey, Scotland.

“I’m fine,” I glared at Jamie and pointed to our chamber’s door for good measure, insisting, “Go.”

He made no move to do so, his auburn brows bunched together in concern instead as he observed, “Ye’re lookin’ a bit green aboot the gills, Sassenach.”

“I’m just tired,” I hedged.

It certainly wasn’t a lie.

We’d sail with the next morning’s tide and the knowledge had everyone on edge. No one had slept well the night before, nor had anyone high hopes of the day passing quickly. Time seemed to stretch on forever now that the end was in sight and my husband’s nervous presence — though well intended — was becoming insufferable.

“Can I help ye back into bed, a’ least?” he offered. “Do ye think you could sleep a wee bit?”

I contemplated this, then turned my gaze to my usual chair by the fire. It was a worn out sort — overstuffed to the point that it made reclining bliss — with a low footstool to accommodate my swollen ankles.

Did I want to lay down completely… or just sit a while?

A wave of bone-aching fatigue washed over me, but my brain rattled off all the things that still needed to be done before we left.

How many more linens would Brother Erastus let me turn into nappies?

Brother Nathaniel said he’d see to the food stores for the journey, but I wanted to inspect them yet today… so I’d have time to repack should I need to.

Come to that, were our things packed?

I winced, knowing I’d think of a dozen more things my weary mind had forgotten once I got started.

Maybe I would just sit a bit.

A decidedly Scottish noise broke into my thoughts as a warm hand slipped around mine, gently leading me towards the edge of the bed.

I opened my mouth to protest but stopped as he eased me onto the soft mattress, swinging my feet up and helping me roll onto my left side. I grabbed for all the available pillows — gleefully seizing Jamie’s — and was soon completely ensconced.

Bloody hell, this feels amazing.

I heard a rumble of laughter from above me and lifted my face for a kiss, Jamie happily obliging.

“Sleep well, my hen,” he crooned, his thumb gently stroking my cheek as his lips hovered just above mine.

I realized that I really must look something like a mother hen tucked up in her nest and a slow smile spread across my face as I kissed him again.

“I willna be gone long,” he assured me a moment later when we came up for air. “Jus’ to see Murtagh about the carriage, aye?”

“Take your time… I’m not going anywhere.”

…

Jerking awake to the sound of the door bouncing off the wall, I caught a rather undignified squeal of alarm just before it left my lips as I was yanked from a deep, numbing sleep and thrust unceremoniously into the land of the living.

I lifted my head from the pillow and discovered I was no longer alone in the room, but now in the middle of a veritable bear pit. Loud, male declarations of Herself’s safe arrival and that there’d been nae trouble aboot the matter at all only muddied the waters as I blinked groggily, hastily looking for my husband amid the array of kilts and breeks.

“Aye, place it there,” came his voice, followed by a muffled thud as they did so, and I dropped my head back down onto the pillow.

He was here. He obviously had things — whatever the hell they may be — well in hand. If I were needed, he certainly knew where to find me.

My hand slid up between the sheets and I lifted it to my face, rubbing my heavy eyes as I tried to place what on earth they could be talking about. Why they couldn’t use proper nouns in this godforsaken country like any other civilized people was beyond me.

The movement accomplished nothing except to wake the rest of my body up, settling a dull, pulsating throb in the depths of my skull and my hip to aching with such a veracity that I could have sworn my fall in the Theive’s Hole had been yesterday, not four months ago.

“Jamie?” I called and the room fell instantly silent as they all quite suddenly remembered my presence.

My voice had sounded pitiful, even to my own ears, but I didn’t care. I needed him to explain what the hell was going on and get the rest of these men out of my room… and he’d better do it quick.

“Och, I’m sorry to be wakin’ ye, lass!” Willie’s voice was the first to profess from somewhere at the back of the crowd, “Tis only tha’ we thought ye’d be wantin’ to ken wha—“

But Jamie immediately pushed through the throng and succinctly cut him off, his face drawn with concern as he nearly threw himself onto the floor at the side of the bed. I reached for him and he bent over me, kissing my brow softly as he apologized profusely, “Christ, I’m sorry, lass!”

My abject confusion over the situation must have been evident, for he continued on without letting me speak.

“Lady Drummohr sends you her good wishes, mo nighean donn… She says she hopes she’ll see you at dinner but understands if you dinna feel up to it… Says she remembers bein’ this far wi’ her own bairns an’ wouldna blame ye if he didna leave yer chamber this evenin’... I’ll give her your thanks, aye?”

I shook my head, dismissing both the notion that I was so feeble that couldn't leave my room and the cancellation of the opportunity to see a real, bonafide mother in the flesh for the first time since arriving at the abbey ten weeks ago.

“What is that?” I scowled vaguely in Murtagh’s direction, where a good sized trunk lay at the man’s feet. He stood beside Jamie with the barest hint of a smile beneath his heavy beard and I knew something was up.

I may have a name to go with the who but I still hadn’t the foggiest idea of the what.

“Aye, tis from the Lady,” Jamie continued, his face brightening with excitement. “She said she didna ken how much you were able to take awa’ with you, so she brought some things you may be needin’ for yourself an’ the bairns.”

“Oh, Jamie…”

All of the air left my lungs in a mighty whoosh as everything came rushing back to me.

We would, indeed, be sailing to France, but first we would have to successfully make it aboard the ship.

There were at least half a dozen of His Majesty’s finest dragoons stationed in the village just outside the abbey and positioned at strategic points between here and the harbor. We would need to fool every single one of them… and Dougal had found a perfect cover for us in one Lady Margaret Grant of Drummohr. Hailing from Dalkeith, a good three days' ride away, she would not be recognized as anything other than a traveling woman of good repute.

I could then take her place with a nom de guerre of my choosing, with Jamie and Murtagh trading places with two of her footmen, and we’d safely ride to the harbor in our luxurious borrowed carriage. Should we be stopped leaving the abbey — and heaven forbid we would — I could explain in my blatantly British accent that I was sailing for Le Havre where I would be meeting my merchant marine husband.

But I hadn’t counted on Lady Margaret being generous above and beyond her arrangement with Dougal.

My free hand lifted to my lips, my fingers trembling as Jamie undid the latch and opened the trunk. He lifted out a small quilt and placed it on the coverlet before me, then froze as he spotted the fragile contents below.

“Oh God, Claire,” Jamie wheezed, immobile at the sight of four tiny baby gowns.

I reached out blindly through sudden tears, needing to touch the garments — to touch him — and was rewarded with both. His arms wrapped around me again, his head dipping into the curve of my neck as the tips of my fingers reverently traced the swirls of thistles and leaves around the neck of one gown.

“I don’t... I didn’t have any clothes for them,” I swallowed hard, trying to tramp down the feeling of complete and utter inadequacy, “Jamie, I barely have nappies for them to shit it, how the hell am I supposed to be a mother to them?!”

His head lifted and his blue eyes — so completely calm, damn him — focused on mine, one corner of his mouth lifting in a slight smile as he assured, “We’ll manage it, mo nighean donn… There’s the both of us, aye? I’ll no’ be lettin’ ye fall.”

I kissed him then, pulling him closer in desperate urgency. His lips met mine and anchored me to him, holding me fast as I tried to make sense of the storm building around me.

“I’ve got you,” he crooned, pressing my head against his chest when we came up for air.

I concentrated on the sound of his pulse, the rhythm of his heartbeat against my cheek, and slowly felt clarity return to me.

“What else is in there?” I sniffed.

His arms loosened around me and he peered over the edge of the trunk a moment.

“More wee things for the bairns… but I think this one’s for you, Sassenach.”

With this he let go, retrieving a bodice and woolen skirt dyed a deep navy blue from the depths of the wooden chest.

“Well, it certainly wouldn’t fit you,” I grinned and took it from him.

He grunted good naturedly at my jest and obediently bent his head for a closer look when I shoved the bodice back into his lap, cheering with delight.

“Oh, aye,” he nodded appreciatively, yet his voice held that hollow tone of disproportionate earnest. “Tha’ll do verra nicely for you, Sassenach.”

I rose one brow at him, “You have no idea why I’m excited about it, do you?”

“Aye, well… tis a new frock, isn’t it? An’ a bonnie one a’ that,” his grin turned sheepish as he confessed.

I lunged for him, meaning to poke him between the ribs, but he caught my hands well in time and I laughed.

“The boning, the lacing of it,” I nodded towards the bodice, “It’s made for mothers!”

“Oh, aye?” his brows shot up at this and he dropped my hands in order to take a second, proper look.

I began to examine the waistband of the matching skirt as he did so and very much liked what I found.

“So’s this,” I continued. “I can wear it now and continue to after they’re here.”

He handed it back with a greater appreciation, his gaze growing wistful, “Did Jenny’s gowns have such things?”

I nodded, fighting back my gut-wrenching yearning for Jamie’s elder sister. It was always there, brooding under the surface as I contemplated our life to come. I didn’t have much of anything in the way of worldly goods, but what I did have, I’d gladly give to have her with us.

“We may be leaving Scotland at dawn,” I whispered hoarsely, then swallowed hard in order to continue, “but I know we’ll be back… I just know it. You children will see their birthright. I promise you.”

He leaned forward and kissed me softly, the promise of his body, of his protection and undying love echoing my own.

Leaning back after a moment with a sigh, his gaze fell on the tiny baby gowns and his eyes took on a light of complete wonder.

“I havena held a bairn in a verra long time,” his voice was deeper than usual, husky with longing to take his own children into his arms. “I ken they’ll be wee… but, a dhia, Sorcha, I forgot just how much so.”

I draped the gowns over the swell of our children and brought his hand to the place where one insisted on causing a disturbance within me.

Nodding, I pressed hard against them, urging them to respond to us, “But they’re strong.”

“Aye,” he brought his lips to mine as his children proved my point emphatically, “Just like their mother.”

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Later That Evening

Dinner had been delightful, though we’d still excused ourselves as soon as was appropriate, citing our early departure.

But in truth, I had only one destination in mind.

The hot spring.

I shut the door of our chamber behind us with a grin and leaned against it, insisting abruptly, “Take off your clothes.”

Jamie started visibly then burst out laughing as he sat down hard upon the bed.

“Oh, aye?” He rose a brow when he could finally speak, his shoulders still shaking, “Is tha’ how it’s goin’ to be?”

Heat rose to my cheeks as I shook my head in mock derision, reaching over to the nearly empty chest of drawers and withdrawing two homespun robes of a deep chestnut hue. I tossed one to him and his amusement turned to curiosity.

“I want to show you something,” I blurted, not wanting to give away the surprise and yet needing to get him out of the room somehow.

Both brows rose nearly to his hairline as he looked at me skeptically.

“An’ I must wear this?”

I undid the lacing of my new bodice, commenting, “We both are.”

“Ye’re delirious, Sassenach,” Jamie shook his head. “Ye canna be tellin’ me ye mean to wander about in nothin’ but that?”

“Well,” my blush rose considerably and I wished he’d just put on the damn thing and be done with it already, “it covers more than you’d think… and I stick to the shadows.”

“Ye’ve done this before?!”

The incredulity of the idea had him back on his feet in an instant, a fire burning bright in his eyes.

“I have,” my chin rose defiantly, “and I plan on doing it one last time before we go.”

A slow grin spread across his face, the indignation in his eyes melting into unfettered requirement.

“With me?”

“Of course with you,” I snorted, shoving his robe against his chest. “Just put the bloody thing on, will you?”

He did so immediately, then helped me in turn, all the while his grin permanently splitting his face in two.

“Good,” I appraised him, adjusting the belt around my waist more securely.

“Shall we go, then?”

Jamie rose a brow at this and opened the door, bowing low over his hand as he gestured into the deep shadows of the hall.

Slipping my hand into the crook of his arm, we made our way wordlessly along the dark passageways. We turned this way and that, the slope of the floor slowly dipping as we got closer. Finally reaching the door to the passageway, I opened it and sighed with relief as I found the sconces already lit.

We continued on for some time and eventually had to walk single file as the tunnel narrowed.

“Are ye sure ye ken where we’re goin’?” Jamie asked skeptically from behind me, his frown evident in the darkness.

I suppressed a laugh and brushed the tips of my fingers along the solid rock wall, “Well, there’s no chance of us taking a wrong turn, now is there?”

The tunnel was dimly lit and full of twists and turns, but held no offshoots or forks of any sort. It simply led to our destination, which was the only reason the brothers let me travel to and fro unattended. There was absolutely no chance of me getting lost underground as I traversed completely naked beneath my borrowed robe.

Brother Jeremiah had introduced me to the abbey’s restorative hot springs during the long weeks of Jamie’s recovery. I could slip away and find relief for a few hours as Murtagh watched over our beloved charge. The warm buoyancy of the water relieved the pressure of the lives within me, rewinding time to give my body back to me. The quiet solitude soothed my frazzled nerves and slowly healed the mental and emotional wounds inflicted by the horrible ordeal we had all just gone through.

The heat of the spring wafted towards us quite suddenly and a shiver of excitement ran up my spine, raising gooseflesh in its wake.

“We’re almost there,” I assured him unnecessarily.

The light of the cavern was discernible before us — bless the brothers for preparing it for us — and Jamie now could see it for himself. We continued on a few paces more and then we stood in the midst of the gaping cavern. Sconces were positioned here and there between us and the shore, attempting to illuminate the void, but great gaps of darkness stood beyond and it was clear that the space was a good deal larger than either of us could imagine.

I let out a sigh of absolute delight, so relieved to finally be here, and asked, “Do you like it?”

Jamie didn’t answer but looked around with his mouth agape. I knew the feeling fell, but my eagerness to be within the pool had me disrobing before my poor husband knew what was happening. I had one foot in when his voice stopped me.

“Christ, Sassenach,” he burst in delight, “‘tis a hot spring!”

I laughed and continued my descent down the carved stone steps.

“Oh, you do. Good,” I grinned and reached the bottom. “Do come in, then.”

Jamie shed his robe, but kept a firm hold of his skepticism, asking from the top of the stairs, “How hot is it? Should ye be bathin’ in it in yer condition, Sassenach?”

I shook my head, my curls splaying this way and that on the surface of the water, and I rolled my eyes.

If he only knew how bloody amazing it feels in here.

The muscles of my lower back had immediately relaxed upon contact with the water, my hips loosened and my breathing eased. They seemed to like it too, for they tumbled with delight at the first and then settled into a blissful slumber. I could walk slowly about, stretching my long limbs without the strain of gravity. Or I sometimes lay my arms on the stone ledge of the shore, resting my head atop them as I let my legs float out from beneath me… levitating weightless in the water.

“It gets hotter the further out you go,” I assured him, gesturing vaguely into the darkness. “I stay over here in the shallows and I’m just fine… it's like a splendid bath that never grows cold.”

He continued in, the water slowly swallowing him up as he joined me. The awe was back in his eyes, now seeing and feeling for himself what a splendid thing this was. He wiggled his toes in the clean, black sand at the bottom of the pool, sending pulsating currents over my own. The surface looked deceptively still, but there were small currents here and there if you knew where to find them… the pulse of the living, breathing spring.

Jamie turned to grin at me in the darkness, his teeth flashing white in the sconces’ flickering light.

“Christ, Sassenach,” he repeated and shook his head, completely at a loss.

I laughed, “You approve, then?”

“Oh, aye,” he insisted, looking ‘round excitedly. “I do, indeed.”

Jamie bounced on his toes slightly as he squinted out into the darkness.

“How far does it go?”

“I’m not sure,” I shrugged. “It got too hot for me.”

He nodded with an adorable sense of determination and I knew he was out to explore this oasis I had just introduced him to. He started to move away but I touched his arm, stopping him for a moment.

“Be careful, alright?”

His face melted and he leaned back in for a kiss, nudging my nose with his, “Aye, I’ll keep an eye for any wee beasties.”

“Any big ones too.”

“Mmm,” he kissed me again, “I think we’re quite safe, m ’ionmhas. Though, tis a shame we left our pet selkie behind, hmm?”

I laughed and shoved him away, letting him explore to his heart’s content. I could hear him splash this way and that, muttering to himself, but was surprised when he returned shortly after he left.

“Nothing out there?”

He snorted, “Entirely too much that I canna see… and you’re right, tis a good deal hotter out there.”

His skin was delightfully warm as I slipped my arms around his neck with a sigh. Resting my cheek against his chest, I let my feet float out beneath me. He towed me slowly around the edge of the pool, the water rippling over my legs and abdomen feeling remarkably like his caressing hands. I became warmer and more aroused by the moment, the tips of my sensitive breasts brushed against his chest and set off fireworks deep within me.

He found the man-made niche cut into the wall that I liked to frequent and sat on the wooden bench, pulling me to sit sideways on his lap. I knew there was plenty of room for both of us on it and pushed him backwards as I moved to straddle him. The eager glow in his eyes set me afire as I settled myself more comfortably, treasuring him for a moment before guiding him home. The accompanying inrush of hot water surprised me for a brief moment, but I soon found it incredibly exhilarating and settled myself with a sigh of pleasure.

“Oh, I like that one,” he purred.

I blinked at him stupidly and asked, “Like what?”

“That sound you made,” he explained, the delight evident in his eyes, “the wee squeak.”

I didn’t think it was possible to blush — I knew my skin was already flushed to the point of beet red — and I found myself dropping my gaze, hoping my hair would fall in my face and hide my embarrassment.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to be noisy.”

Jamie tipped my chin up, brushing the curls from my brow as he insisted gently, “I said I like it.”

I nodded, not entirely sure what to say to that and found I didn’t have to, for he continued.

“And I do… ‘tis one of the things I like best about bedding you, Sassenach,” he grinned, “the small noises that you make.”

He cradled my head in his hands, kissing me with an urgency that made me forget myself once more, and shifted his hips just so beneath me. I half stifled a gasp and he commented softly, “Aye, like that.”

“That's what I thought most about,” Jamie murmured, his hands slowly caressing my back, curving around to cup my breasts, to frame the swell of our children.

“In prison, at night… chained in a room with dozens of other men, listening to the snoring and farting and groaning. I thought of those small, tender sounds that you make when I love you… and I could feel you there next to me in the dark, breathing soft and then faster, and the little grunt that you give when I first take you, as though you were settling yourself to your job.”

My breathing was certainly coming faster now, my head light. Had it not been for my rather firm hold of him down below the surface, I was sure I would have floated far away into oblivion.

“Even better,” his lips brushed against my neck, sending a shiver of delight up and down my spine, “when I come to you fierce and wanting... and ye wimper under me and struggle as though you’re struggling to get away, and I know ‘tis only that you’re struggling to come closer... and I’m fighting the same fight.”

His hands sank to my hips, slipping between us to caress the stretched and yearning point of our joining. I quivered and my breath went from me in an unwilled gasp.

“Or when I come to you needing… and you take me into you with a sigh and that quiet hum like a hive of bees in the sun,” a sweet smile played at his lips, “and ye carry me into peace with a little moaning sound.”

“Jamie,” I hoarsely whispered, my need nearly strangling me. “Jamie, please.”

He kissed me soundly as his hands settled around my waist, slowing me until I groaned around his lips.

“Not yet. We’ve time, mo chridhe,” he calmly answered. “I mean to hear ye groan like that again… to moan and sob, though ye dinna wish to, for ye canna help it… I mean to make you sigh as though your heart would break and scream with the wanting...  and at last to cry out in my arms… and I shall know I’ve served you well.”

With that, my release overtook me, shooting like a dart into the depths of my belly. It loosened my joints so that my arms slipped limp off his shoulders, Jamie’s steadying hands all that kept me from drowning.

Resting my head against his chest, I felt boneless as a jellyfish. I didn’t know — or care — what sort of noises I’d been making, but felt incapable of coherent speech.

That is, until he began to move again... strong as a shark under the water.

“Oh God, no,” I protested. “Jamie, no. I can’t bear it like that again.”

The blood was still pounding in my fingertips and his movement inside me was an exquisite torture.

“You can… for I love you,” his lips brushed against my neck. “And you will, for I want you… but, dinna fash, for this time I go with you.”

Bloody hell, you’re coming with me, I vowed.

I lifted my hands to his chest and splayed my fingers wide, still trembling as I pressed my palms against his slippery skin. Sliding my hands up, I took hold of his shoulders and shoved him the couple inches backwards into the stone wall of the niche with all the strength I could muster.

Jamie’s eyes flew open in surprise and the arousal I found there was the second wind I needed.

His brows rose suggestively and I sat back — settling myself to my business, as he had so eloquently stated before. His hands settled at my waist, curving round to clenching my buttocks tightly as I rode him towards oblivion.

A low groan rumbled within him and I cupped one hand beneath his head, pulling back up to me by the scruff of his neck. I was rewarded with a Christ, Claire and kissed him hard as I sank even deeper. It wouldn’t — couldn’t — be long now for either of us and with that knowledge, I tossed restraint to the wind.

“You are mine,” I repeated, the final vowel twisting into a cry of pure ecstacy.

I heard his own cry and I knew I had served him well.

[ubemango]

pups series 1: the precursor

what originally began as a drabble with an oc suffering from rbf and a very sweet classmate!namjoon (who just so happens to be Big) became the cornerstone of what has now become..... Big Joon/pups!joon. Drama aside, I’m excited to have it back! Enjoy 🥰🥰

“Oh you’re fucked,” Jimin says with absolutely no remorse. You throw popcorn at him but he just catches it with his mouth and eats it. “Kim Namjoon?”

The student centre’s pretty empty so you don’t really mind Jimin practically yelling the name out but you’d appreciate it if he toned it down just a little. Not that he would, though. He’s inconsiderate like that. “Mm.”

He lets it simmer. Mulls it over while he chews in that annoying way that makes you wanna throttle him and then he laughs, mouth too wide just so you can see all the crunched kernels in his teeth. You sneer. He laughs even harder. “Nah. Ice princess and the tall, really nice dude with huge tits? You know they have their own names right?”

You shake your head.

“Joobs.”

“Jesus,” you sigh. You know Jimin’s just being dramatic but it still struck a chord that he thought you didn’t have a chance. “And you’re being mean!”

Jimin scoffs. “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know I was supposed to be on the lookout for your feelings, Miss I-don’t-give-a-fuck. You didn’t care when I was on my Ahyoung conquest now were you.”

“Yeah because you called it a conquest which makes you sound like a weird colonizer. And Ahyoung is so sweet, you didn’t deserve her.”

“You make me sad.” He says this with a dramatic gesture over his chest.

“Sorry, Mister I’m-always-hungry-for-pussy.”

Jimin ignores you and the chemistry homework he’s laid out on the table for vanity’s sake. “Look. I’m not saying that you don’t have a chance but you literally just—you have that look.” You raise your eyebrow at him. “Yeah like that but not really, that just made you scarier. Like regularly you look like you could kill a man but that eyebrow made you look like you could kill a god.”

“You’re so dramatic!” You whine.

“I’m not! Look, I know you. You like listening to that lofi romance shit and if you had an aesthetic it’d probably be pink Usagi and all the butterflies in the world but you just—it just doesn’t translate well. And I say this with love, babes. I really do.” Jimin heaves such a deep sigh you’d think he’d be confessing to you. “But Kim Namjoon is scared of you.”

“You’ve literally never seen us interact,” you counter. 

“So what. I can just feel it. In my bones. Point is!” He smacks his hands on the table. “It wasn’t meant to be.”

You don’t know why he’s so vehemently against the idea of you with Namjoon. All you’d suggested was that you thought he was cute and he’d gone absolutely haywire trying to destroy the potential of a crush. But Jimin lives for drama and his life source comes in the form of annoying you as much as he can, so. Understandable. “You do realize why I bring him up right.”

“Nope,” he says.

“We have a presentation together.”

Jimin gawks. Then says with a light voice: “Oh no fucking way.”

“And I’m meeting up with him in the library in like, ten minutes.”

“Oh no fucking way,” he reiterates. “You—wow.”

You glare. “What?” 

“I take it all back! So here’s the new course of action,” he introduces, completely new mindset and it’s just like him to switch between decisions so quick because he always wants to be right. “Namjoon’s the one to finally melt away your iciness.”

“Ha ha,” you throw back at him. “I’m not icy.”

“Once I asked you for a tbh on Instagram and you said that I look like I think that the rich shouldn’t be taxed and that I have nothing amounting for me ever,” Jimin reminds you.

“First of all you were the one who asked for it when I wasn’t even offering in the first place,” you say. You round up all your things in your bag before swinging it over your shoulder. “See you.”

“Tell the Joobs I say hi. Greet each one individually.” He waves you off with a middle finger.

Namjoon’s at the table in the back just like he’d texted. He’s wearing that sweatshirt entirely too big on him and instinct tells you to burrow yourself into his big bear warmth. Why’d he have to be six feet? It was too much for your little heart. “Hey,” he greets. You give him a nod. One you know that Jimin would be fussed about because you probably could have greeted him with at least a word, but Namjoon’s moved on anyway. “Glad you could make it.”

“Sure. So excited about aestheticism and decadence in Victorian literature,” you offer. He laughs, and you hide a shiver.

You didn’t think he’d ever notice you in seminars, and granted your class was twenty-two strong but Namjoon took up so much space just by sitting there you’d think he was the only student and you all were just observing for fun. His presence overrode pretty much any coherent thought you could conjure up about him, and a lot of those thoughts tended to be about how goddamn handsome he is. So finding out that you would be partners was a shock on your part, to put it lightly. You’d only talked through random group discussions or in tutorials from previous years. That one tall, cute dude specializing in English. He was nice enough to sit beside you that day you were assigned partners, and you’d talked about life on and outside campus for introductions. Nothing major but it still had you shaking in your seat to be conversing with the Kim Namjoon. At the very least you could poker-face your way through all your meet-ups if need be, because you’re still thinking about how handsome he is.

“So I’m gonna say this now but I’m terrible with all things technology,” Namjoon starts.

You turn your laptop on. “Whaddya mean?”

“Like I don’t have an eye for all those—visuals, you know. Power points? Suck at those. But I must say I can do a mean slide transition though.”

“Ah. So if I’m stuck between dissolve or checkerboard then I know who to call,” you tease.

Namjoon scoffs. “We all know honeycomb is the go-to.”

You laugh, watching your screen boot up. “Alright, I’ll keep that in mind.” Suddenly Namjoon gulps down a choke. He’s wide-eyed when you look back at him. “You good?”

“Y-Yeah, just—“ he clears his throat— “you, uh. Got a nice smile, is all.”

“Oh.” You distract yourself by putting in your password. “Thanks, dude.”

You can hear it. Jimin screaming because you really just called Namjoon dude. But you couldn’t help it! You didn’t need to put in any effort trying to hide away the heat from your cheeks because you just deadpan it away, so you ended up fumbling with your words instead. No biggie, because Namjoon moves on for you about deadlines and what-not.

Today’s meet-up is pretty much about going over the outline, so you’re quick to clear up any issues about scheduling. You agree to meet up every Tuesday for the next three weeks. You make sure to say bye when it’s time, and you meet up with Jimin at the cafe across campus.

He doesn’t scream but he does whine very loudly when he says, “God! Can’t leave you alone for one second! You called the man dude?!”

“I’m sorry! I panicked, he really said I had a nice smile.”

“That’s the other thing,” Jimin whines again. “He said you have a nice smile, god. I bet next week you’ll have his dick down your throat.”

“Shut up!” You hit his shoulder. “Can you just think for two seconds before you say something!”

Jimin mumbles something about you having the strength of an army when your phone lights up with a text.

Namjoon [4:19PM]: hey found a nice article for you to look at if you have the time. It’s about Charlotte Bronte. I sent it to u thru email:)

“Oh my god.” You look up to see Jimin wiping away a single tear. “She’s really—she’s smiling again.”

You hit him upside the head. You scowl at him the rest of the day, trying not to think about Namjoon’s big shoulders.

[wesimpforxiao]

My Backstory (IRL)

Before I begin, if you want nothing to do with hearing about abusive relationships, possible eating disorder, anxiety disorders/depression/suicide, sexual assualt, manipulation, gaslighting, sexual harassment, etc, SKIP THIS POST.

So, I would like to start off by saying the NSFW content I *try* to write always falls stale, 1. being because I get embarrassed or ashamed by my writing my own thoughts, and 2. because of the rest of this post.  So the Albedo NSFW may not happen, but I asked just in case (i have some of it written out, but it is very stale).  And also because I may or may not have accidentally triggered a trauma response as I was writing the Albedo post (oops...)

To begin, freshman year of high school, 14 yrs old, (I’m 20 and in college now), I started dating this guy that was in my grade.  I have an anxiety disorder, so when we started going out, I immediately stopped eating because I constantly felt sick to my stomach.  It wasn’t because I thought I was fat or anything, I just felt sick.  Think butterflies in your stomach times 10 and ALL the time.  We dated for a month before he broke up with me.  During that time, he had suddenly brought up the idea of me sending nude or bra/undie pics to him.  Him and his friend (who was in the call with us) tag-teamed and said that it was normal and asked when I would be ready to send pictures.  Both of them asked that.  Red flag number one.  I said 3 months just to please them, not that I was actually going to do it.

Once he broke up with me, I was DEVASTATED. I feel A LOT, and it was my first ‘relationship.’ Exactly a month later, he texted me, saying he wanted to be friends.  I said okay.  He never acknowledged my presence at school, often avoiding my eyes.  Sometime into that he had asked me what I would do if he had asked me out again, and when I said I’d say yes, he immediately texted back and said “i am so sorry, my friend [insert name] was texting you on my phone and I didn’t know until now.”  Red flag number two.

Then, after we had stopped being friends, a month passes.  He texts me again, this time saying “It’s been 3 months.”  Yeah.  Did you read the part where I said I’d consider sending pictures at 3 months? That only applied if we were dating for that long (and I still wouldnt do that), so where is his logic?  Now, I don’t know why I even got back together with him, but I did.  For a week.  And just like the first time, I felt sick to my stomach.  I always look back on this as a warning from God.  And this time, he wasn’t hiding his intentions.  He was CONSTANTLY making sexual jokes, sending inappropriate emoji ‘jokes,’ and asking for nudes.  He did not stop asking even when I told him to, and even when I told him it made my stomachache worsen.  I did not trust him, but I stayed for a full week of hell.  Eventually I slightly caved, showing him on facetime me in my bra and underwear (My thinking: he couldn’t save pictures that way).  He covered his camera.  Did he take screenshots or something? I don’t know.  It was awful.  I kicked him to the curb the next day, still feeling like *I* should be the one apologizing.  He eventually “tried” to apologize thru text, but was too much of a coward to apologize in person when i requested that.  He says he had cancer or something, I honestly don’t care. His actions were inexcusable and it was pathetic that he used it as an excuse.

I hated him so strongly for the next 3-4 years, but the story doesn’t end there.  A new guy, senior, 17 yrs old.  End of my freshman year.  We get together.  He didn’t properly ask me out, just assumed we were dating after we confessed our feelings EVEN THOUGH I told him my dad said to wait 3 months.  Red flag number three.  So, by the bf’s standards, 6 months into the relationship, I stay over at his place for New year’s.  I will admit that we did stuff over the phone prior to then, but I consider to be fine with that timeline.  At some point while we were planning to do stuff (if ya know what I mean but NOT full on hoo-ha stuff okay) for New year’s, he said “Who knows, maybe we’ll get carried away ;)” Red flag number four.  This immediately made me uncomfortable, and I was not fully comfortable when the day came either.

We were making out (consensual, but I feel like i was forcing myself a bit), I let him touch me down *there* (which he sucked at lemme tell ya) (also it was fine when he touched me before this day), and then he asked to touch my chest.  *Previously, he had stated if i wasnt sure, hed touch over my bra first and go slow.  He did not do either, instead immediately slipping his hand under my bra.* That is when something inside me snapped, and I felt number than I already was. Red flag number five.

I didn’t stop him because I wanted to feel something, anything.  I got nothing.  And then came the time when he decided to say “Now its your turn,” grabbed my hand, and put it down his pants, ignoring me, who was saying “I don’t know how to, I’m not sure I want to.”  

I felt nothing for a few days, and then depression set in.  It didn’t feel connected to that incident, and i didn’t connect the dots until later.  It got so bad I had almost decided to kill myself three months later.  My anxiety was through the roof, and every day my trauma manifested itself in the question “Do I actually love him?”  It was a living hell to be inside my head all the time.  He at one point asked me “Are you sure you were okay with what happened on new year’s? You’re acting like you’ve been raped.”  When I said I wasn’t, he said “oh.” and we never talked about it again.

The relationship continued for another year despite my obvious depression and anxiety that revolved around him. He lied to me on several occasions, disregarded my boundaries (i.e. continued to make sexual jokes even though they clearly bugged me after the assault), and refused to get a job so he could smoke weed all day.  My parents urged him to prove himself (he was out of high school by this time), and when I eventually took their side and gently nudged him along, he said “You are in a relationship with me, not your parents.  Its either me or them.”  Red flags six through ten right there.

When I managed to break it off with him, a ‘friend’ apparently took his side.  This is the girlfriend in the “His Reaction to Your Ex(es)” post(s).  This friend was actually an adopted cousin of mine, and we were not on speaking terms at this point because she had taken my first bf’s side, saying that *I* had to forgive him and that I was in the wrong for not wanting to talk to him or accept his half-assed apologies. (She was not at our school during the time me and that guy dated so she literally knew nothing).  I cut her off because of that.  Turns out she had a massive crush on the dude and he was already taken by someone else.  

So, this same chick sides with the second bf, telling people that I’m the one who hurt him and whatnot.  I come to find out that him and her are now dating and honestly, it is hilarious.  Even I think she deserves better.  He has no future, and I came to realize that, knowing that if i stayed with him longer I would have 100% actually killed myself, or died spiritually.

So yeah, that’s my story, hopelessly in love with fictional characters now because I am too traumatized by what they have done.  I cannot be touched sexually without reverting to a depression or an anxious mess.  Even if I did manage to be in a relationship after that, I don’t think I’d ever be able to have sex with someone. And finally I cannot have a healthy relationship, because what is that, really?  I’m just gonna live alone with some goats LOL.

[tydy-the-megnet]

Hey there! I would like to order some Plance stupidity with a side of puns, please. I'll take that with a Dr. Pepper, no ice. Thank you! ^w^

An ASK?! You spoil me, pbc

Friendly reminder that i do actually write fics and i do take requests so

Dr. Pepper, No Ice

...

"... with a Dr. Pepper, no ice."

"That'll be $5.45, please go to the first window."

Katie Holt liked working the slow afternoon shifts because they meant working alone with no one to disturb her. She could place her laptop on the counter by the register and whittle away at the monotonous breaks between customers. And she could get away with it because she was working the drive-thru in a small alcove, separate from the rest of the building.

She quickly wrapped the latest order in a to-go bag and filled a cup with Dr. Pepper from the fountain. She didn't know who was crazy enough to brave the Arizona summer sun without ice in their drink and she didn't care. She saw the customer roll up in a blue Vord Leo, and opened her window as the car's rolled down to reveal the customer.

He was hot.

Like, literally hot. Sweat was pouring down his flushed tan face to fall on his drenched shirt. One hand was on the steering wheel and the other was fanning his face as he panted quietly.

"Are you okay?" Katie asked, squinting at the driver as she exchanged food for cash, "You look like you're about to get heatstroke."

He grinned at her and replied easily, "Yeah. You're just so hot I can't take it."

Katie paused, staring at him blankly as he set his food down and drove off while sipping on his soda. She looked down to the bill in her hands. A tenner.

"Huh." She dropped the bill into the register and went back to glaring at her computer screen.

...

The next day was a similar reprieve for Katie. She sat at the window, staring at her laptop, browsing through Galblr while taking the occasional order. Until a familiar voice came over the intercom, ordering a familiar order.

"... with a Dr. Pepper, no ice."

Yep, same dude.

"$5.45, first window."

The same blue Leo drove up to her, the window already down and the guy still caked in his own perspiration.

"Oh, hello again." He grinned at her.

"Hey. Here you go." She held the food out to him and silently took the payment. Another ten. "Hang on, I'll get your change this time."

His laugh made her pause, "There's no need to change. I like you just the way you are"

He winked at her as he drove away. Katie leaned out the window to wave at him, $4.55 and a receipt in her hands. He just grinned back at her as he turned out onto the street.

She slumped back, glaring out at the passing cars, before shrugging and putting the money away. Katie tossed the receipt in the trash and went back to her laptop.

...

"Are you insane? How do you not want ice?" Katie asked as she handed over the food and drink.

Sweaty guy — she didn't know his name — chuckled as he set his order down on the passenger seat and dug a ten out of his pocket, "It comes out of the machine cold, so why would I need ice when I can just have more Dr. Pepper?"

"Because it's not as refreshing?" She said, taking the payment and holding the change out to him.

He didn't take it, as she was coming to expect. Instead he winked at her and said, "You're more than refreshing for me, ma'am."

Katie stood there, staring at the pavement from her window as he drove off. She couldn't shake the oddness of being called "ma'am," and a weird warmth was settling into her abdomen.

Maybe she had to pee?

...

Katie felt bad on the fourth day, when she put ice in his order anyway. He needed it. Sweaty guy always looked really red and out-of-breath. He needed something more refreshing than a straight-from-the-fountain soda.

It was for his own good, she told herself, pocketing the $10 and pulling $5.45 from her own wallet. If he was going to keep overpaying she might as well make a profit.

The fifth day, Sweaty Guy mentioned the ice. He pouted at her until she fessed up, and end up with a free meal that day, courtesy of her.

"Thanks, beautiful." She heard him call while driving off, and she found herself rolling her eyes.

...

"–just some flirt that comes by everyday around three." Katie said with a slurp of her smoothie. She was currently on her lunch break and chatting with her friend Hunk who had decided to stop by for a quick meal.

She decided she had to tell him about Sweaty Guy.

"Maybe he's just nervous." Hunk suggested as he delicately bit a hamburger in half. "Like this friend of mine that's always sweating about this girl he likes. Won't shut up about her. He says he's wooing her but he always comes back drenched in sweat and griping about how lame he is."

"Yeah but who'd like me?" She shrugged, slurping again. She got a fry to the face for her trouble.

"Don't be like that, Pidge. There's plenty of people for you. Like uh, that Beezer guy."

"Beezer's a robot, Hunk."

"Oh. Uh, Rover?"

"Also a robot."

"What? Okay, how about — what was it? Gren? The one you said you felt a special connection?"

"Gren? You mean Green?" Katie laughed, "Also a robot. Most of my friends are robots, you know." She pointed her new fry at him, "I'm still not sure you aren't one, actually."

He groaned and replied in a monotone, "I've passed your turing test, human. Cease and desist-sist-sist-sist-!" His head spasmed back and forth as he went on like a broken record, eliciting a hardy laugh from his friend.

"But really, maybe Sweaty Guy likes you."

She rolled her eyes, "Whatever you say."

...

“Hello? Pidge? What’s-” Hunk answered on the fifth ring, sounding harried and flustered, “-No, man! Not the red one. You look better in blue, trust me.”

“Hunk? Is now a bad time?” Katie leaned back into her couch, staring at the bright green “2:03 P.M.” on her clock.

“Not at all. My roommate is just stressing out about a date he has later. What do you need?”

Katie felt her face heat up and glanced down at her blank TV. “Just a pep talk,” she responded, “You remember Sweaty Guy? I asked him out. He said yes.”

“Oh my god, that’s great! Give me the deets.”

“I, uh, told him I wouldn’t be working today,” She started, listening to the shuffles and muffled shouts from Hunk’s end of the call, “I said he could come by around three and that I’d meet him there and we could go to the arcade together.”

“Wow,” Hunk’s tone was more subdued after that, Katie was grateful. She pidged the hem of her shirt, rolling the fabric between her fingers and listening to the odd lilt in Hunk’s voice. “Hey, what does this guy look like again?”

Katie stifled a groan, “You’re not going to start stalking him on Spacebook, are you?” He laughed, “Kinda tall and tan. Brown hair, blue eyes, sharp face.”

“Huh. And did you get his name?”

Katie shook her head with a smile, “Of course. I’m not an idiot. Are you seriously gonna stalk his Spacebook page?”

“No, no. I’m just curious.”

“Lance. Lance McClain.” There was a pause of complete silence. No rustles or bustles on either end, and Katie swore it was louder than Hunk’s scream.

She’d know, because he screamed a second later: “Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!”

“Hunk, what’s going-”

“I’ll call you back bye!”

Katie stayed there, staring at her clock again in confusion. 2:13 P.M.

...

Lance was waiting for her in the parking lot as she drove up next to his blue Vord Leo. He had a grin that split his face and looked less sweaty than usual. “Hey,” he said when she got out, “Ready for the arcade?”

“Yep.” She hopped into his passenger seat, already planning just how to kick his butt on the Killbot Phantasm Ultimate Showdown machine.

He turned his radio down to a moderate background noise level as he pulled out onto the street, and said, “So my roommate was pretty stoked to find out my date’s name was Katie.”

“Huh?” She asked.

“Yeah, he says he knows you. Do you know a Hunk Garrett?”

Katie balked, all thoughts of ultimate phantasmal devastation leaving her mind, “Holy crow.”

[idreamtofthereaper]

And So, I’m Here (Final)

You are 23 and never had a boyfriend. Which you can’t understand because your mom keeps telling you you’re pretty and beautiful and all that mom stuff.

You got tired of waiting, and even looking for one (especially since you have your best friend pushing you to get one) so instead, you made your own. The problem? Your imaginative boyfriend is very real and has some questions to ask.

pairings: wayv/nct’s ten x reader

genre: social media au ig

warnings: -

note from the author: This is officially the end of the line for this series :( Thank you guys so so sooo much for sticking around I couldn’t express how much I appreciate all of you! Thank you so much for the support and love of this series! I’ll miss playing with your guys emotions :(((

MASTERLIST

Taglist: @chunbyun @nshitae @bestof99s @vinmylife​ @diva-skywalker-af @animegirl366​ @bbyyangiex2​

It’s been a week since Ten passed the auditions, been a week since the both of you stopped hanging out as ‘just friends’ 

In a week, arcade trips, random drive-thrus at 11 pm, movie dates, and occasional watching him while he attends his dance practice with Winwin were just some of the activities the both of you did. 

And now, it’s the day of the first meeting for the ‘dance group’ him and Winwin joined for. You were supposed to join him but then, you just got a job at a marketing team on one of the companies you applied for.

“Yn, look at this.”

“Hmm?” You asked, looking over your shoulder as you continued fixing the collar of your shirt.

Ten was only wearing his pants and a shirt over his shoulder, towel on the other hand drying his hair while the other hand holds his phone and was showing to you.

Upon further inspection, it was the comment of his previous post yesterday. It was the both of you on the way home from his practice.

“Oh wow.” You answered simply, not knowing how to react.

“Are you guys talking again?” Ten asked, pulling the phone back and put it inside his jeans as he continued drying his hair up.

You turn back to the mirror and simply shook your head. “No, not really. I don’t think there’s anything else to talk about.” You answered, smoothing out your shirt after as you faced Ten. 

He only nodded, putting the towel on the chair before pulling his shirt over his head to wear it. When the shirt is all worn, you couldn’t help but smile as he fixed himself.

You never imagined that you literally manifested this dude into your life, unintentionally.

“I told you, be lowkey when staring at strangers. And by strangers, I mean me.” Ten joked, wrapping you in his arms as you did the same. He kissed the side of your head before pulling back, who then fixed your shirt then stared at you lovingly. 

“I have to go, what time are you out later?” You asked, grabbing his hands which then he removed to wrap is around your waist. “Maybe we could grab dinner together.”

“I think around 5, but I still have my workshop so 7?”

You hummed in response, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before finally separating. “Alright, I have to go now. Lock up please?”

“Yes ma’am. Stay safe, text me if you need anything.”

--

“Oh, hey yn! I didn’t know you were going to be here.” Winwin greeted you enthusiastically after seeing your figure sitting down at the waiting area, body slumped back and looking a little disheveled with one earbud in your ear.

He leaned down and gave you a hug, one you return and give him a smile after removing the earbud. “Yeah, I got off early since there was an urgent meeting with the boss and everything. You seem to be early too, or are you escaping? Just tell me I’ll pretend I didn’t see anything.” You joked, covering your eyes with your hands then put it back down.

“Oh no, I actually stayed up a little bit longer. Ten is the one staying up late.”

You nodded at this, trying to remember if Ten mentioned anything he needed to do after his workshop. “Why, is there anything wrong?”

“He’s just talking to his instructor, since it’s going to be our last time here for a while.” 

“Ah, with the new dance group and all. Didn’t know it would take up that much time.”

“Yeah me too. I thought I will have to move apartments but turns out I would be moving country.” You only chuckled at this. Why would Winwin move to a country if he just got accepted? 

You were supposed to ask this when he bid goodbye, saying he still have plans with his mother and that he wouldn’t want to be late. 

Without any other choice, you just bid him goodbye. As he left the place, you decided to fix your bag, putting the earbuds and your phone inside your bag while the conversation you had with Winwin earlier lingered. 

You just stood up when you felt arms wrapping around your arms, making you let out a shriek as you turn around and saw it was only Ten, a shit eating grin on his face as he gave you a kiss on the cheek while still holding you from behind. “Hi yn, you waiting for someone?” 

You let out a relief sigh and peck his lips, before separating from him with your hand and coat on hand. “You got out early, what do you want to eat?”

“I saw a taco truck on the way here. It’s been a while since I had one, maybe we could grab some and then some other more when we get hungry?” Ten nodded at this, grabbing your hand as he led you out, holding the door open for you and let it fall behind him after you got out. 

On the way to the food truck, the both of you talked about your day. How the meeting went, how your job went and if there’s any annoying coworkers, his workshop and all that.

The both of you ordered the tacos and was walking on the way back home when you remembered the conversation you had with Winwin.

“Hey, do you know why Winwin is moving out the country? You guys just got accepted, won’t his auditions be put to waste?” You asked, just in time to fill in after he finished talking about his story.

He looked at you with confusion. “What do you mean?”

“He said that he was supposed to move apartments if he got accepted, but turns out he would be moving country.”

“Oh that, uh, let’s take a seat then. I got some stuff to tell you.” Ten said, pulling you to the nearest bench at the park.

After you both took a seat, he looked at you in the eyes while holding your hands. “So we auditioned to this dance group and got in, then we had the meeting earlier remember?” You only nodded, adjusting position so you could rest your head against his shoulder while he played with your hands. “Turns out, the main facility and the competition will be in Australia. They told us we would be leaving in a week to start preparations.” 

After his explanation, you just nodded. Not knowing how to feel as he continued playing with your hands with his. With the prolonging silence, he suddenly felt uncomfortable and a little worried. “Yn? You still with me? Did you fell asleep?”

“Is this going to work out though?” You said finally, sitting back up and pulling your hands away from his. “We just got together, and now you’re leaving? Don’t get me wrong, I support you and I’m so so proud of you, always. But I just found out you were scared of fruits and can dance a week ago. I just found out you could draw 2 days ago.”

“Are you saying we should break up? Because we don’t know each other that well enough? Are you doubting me? Don’t you trust me?” Ten asked in disbelief.

“What I’m saying is that we’re new and a long distance relationship may not be healthy for us at this point of our relationship. I just, I don’t know, this is new to me-”

“Hey, this is new to me too. This is new to both of us.” Ten said, his voice from earlier toning down to a calming one. Again taking your hand in his. “I don’t know what you want to hear from me, yn. But I want you to know that I just got you and I’m not letting you go that easily. I really really like you, or something.” You only chuckled at this, your nerves calming down at this.

“How long are you going to be away for anyways?”

“2 months tops, maybe less. But I promise you I’ll be annoying you at your every free time that you wouldn’t even notice. We could do this, trust me.” You stayed quiet at this, letting out a sigh as you weren’t sure what to answer. “Yn, we could do this. Do you trust me?”

You lift your eyes and met Ten’s which was filled with anxiousness and worry as he looked at you. 

You didn’t know him for that long. Hell, you guys have been unofficially official for a week.

But when you think about, risking 2 months if it means you would still have Ten after those, you were willing to risk it all.

“Yn hey, you alright?”

“Yes, I trust you.” 

--

ooHHHHHH that’s officially a wrap! If I was being honest, I wanted Ten and yn to break up but then I remembered I just posted that Jungwoo oneshot and I think you guys have been such great people you didn’t deserve a sad ending (maybe next time

AGAIN I can’t express this enough, THANK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU for everything! I enjoyed writing this series and I hope you guys did too! 

My next series will be a series of Seventeen’s Vernon! I already have the first 5 chapters up on my old blog right here so if you guys are carats, feel free to check it out.

I love you guys sooo sooooooo much thank you for everything 💕- Reaper

[writingpuddle]

The foxes and Andrew reacting to Neil with a British accent?

Hey anon im p sure you sent me this like a million years agobut I found it again when going thru my asks yesterday so here goes myattempt at a bulletpoint fic:

Neil grew up in the states, sohis default accent is American, but he is ridiculouslygood at imitating. Like give him a ten second audio clip and he canextrapolate basically an entire dialect from it

The Foxes discover this aroundHalloween when watching a spooky movie and Neil goes into a perfect deadpanmockery of the Dracula character’s terrible Transylvanian accent

It becomes a thing

The Foxes will give him an accentand just set him loose

Neil is kind of surprised bytheir enthusiasm but also secretly very pleased to have found a way to amusehis Foxes

He likes making them happy so henever denies them

Except Kevin, but that is mostlybecause the team gets more amusement from watching Kevin get frustrated and trynot to show how annoyed he is over Neil being such a petty little asshole

Also they discover that if Neilputs on an Irish accent when Kevin isn’t paying attention he will absolutelyJUMP

Give him an order in an Irishaccent and he just instantly starts to follow through before he wakes up,blinking in disorientation as he realizes what he was doing

It’s funny at first, then theyrealize it’s because he associates the accent with his mother, and then itskind of sad, and then Kevin starts telling more stories about his mum and someof the few good memories he has of her, and then it gets funny again because Foxesare Foxes and they do love a good roast

Kevin complains outwardly but itsactually kind of cathartic to talk about his mother

He tells Andrew this inconfidence and Andrew just glares at him like no shit dude, you need fuckingtherapy

Anyways

That summer is going to be thesummer of the girls graduation

So they’re all determined to dosomething big to celebrate

And they get it in their heads todo a Eurotrip

Neil isn’t really payingattention at first because he’s more concerned about whether Andrew will bewilling to do a transatlantic flight

(Andrew is obviously going tocome. Flights suck, but there is no way he can cope with his whole family beingthat far away. He does not feel the need to explain this. It should beobvious.)

That’s when the Foxes pause, alldevious.

They’ve been plotting

“So, Neil,” Allison says. “At what point are you going to introduce usto your British uncle?”

Neil does not see where this isgoing

In fact he is largely baffled bythe suggestion.

“You realize my uncle is agangster, right? Like, literally a crime boss. Possibly the most dangerousperson in Britain.”

“Mm-hmmmmm.”

Neil is ???

“But he saved you Neil,” Nicky says emphatically. “We need to thank him.”

“Uh, kind of by accident, butyeah, technically.”

“You should call him. Just toask. You know, at least give the guy some warning that you’ll be in the area.”

Neil is still kinda confused butokay, fine.

Now here’s the thing

The Foxes have heard any numberof accents from Neil by this point

Including a magnificent Godfatherimitation

And probably half a dozendifferent British ones

But those were always for the laughs

He always picked a terribleaccent or would mock the living hell out of a posh one

Neil isn’t used to being thefunny one so he’s trying his best okay

And it’s fun and all but Neil can’tbe seductive to save his life

Even if you made him speak theFrench, the language of love itself,he’d just sound like he’s talking about the next game because he has zeroflirtability

Face it his and Andrew’sflirting sounds kind of like death threats to outsiders

They deserve each other

SO the Foxes convince Neil tocall up his uncle and they huddle around the phone

Only to be utterly disappointed

Neil talks with Stuart for all ofa minute and a half, just normal voice

He hangs up and tells them thatStuart will meet them in London in May and that they’re going to get him inshit with the FBI for this

The Foxes retreat, mutteringmutinously

Andrew is well aware of what’sgoing on, but it’s halfway amusing so he doesn’t say anything

As the months pass the Foxesbecome increasingly desperate in their attempts to make Neil say something sexy

They make him quote movies, TVshows, read out flirty text messages

One memorable time they even gethim to read out a page from Fifty Shades of Grey in a stuck-up British accent

They almost die laughing

It’s like a fucking superpower

Neil can say absolutely anythingand make it come across totally non-sexual

The Foxes have pretty much givenup by the time the summer trip comes around

Neil spends the plane ridepretending not to fuss over Andrew so by the time he arrives he’s totallyexhausted

And here is what he didn’texpect:

He is totally used to listeningto the local accents and then blending in naturally

It’s very disorienting beingamong the Foxes and their various Americanism, but hearing British accents allaround him

And his instincts are snarled upin knots

Plus he’s fucking tired

So he keeps slipping

First it happens when they passthrough customs, just a little lilt to his voice to put the officer at ease

But then it keeps happening

Stuart sends a couple cars topick them up and take them to this massive place he owns right in centralLondon

Being a crimeboss comes withcertain perks okay

Neil slips up again when he’stalking to the driver, his accent washing back and forth

Everyone else isn’t really payingattention because as excited as they are about Neil’s accent they’re in London and they’re all exhausted and fora lot of them it’s the first time they’ve been outside of the States, ever

Andrew notices

But he doesn’t say anything

They get to the apartment andfind a note there from Stuart saying he’ll pick them up tomorrow for a tour

Everyone splits off into theirrooms to sleep

Neil falls into bed exhausted, but sleep doesn’t come

And Andrew knows this but is tooexhausted himself from the stress of flying to deal with it right away

So he just wraps an arm aroundNeil’s stomach and holds him there as he drifts off

And it’s not enough for Neil toreally relax but it’s enough to make him feel grounded

The next morning Stuart shows upand everyone blinks at him bleary eyed and suspicious

But he’s charming and most ofthem find it kinda disarming

Which is how the Foxes end up takingwhat is probably the most expensive tour they’ve ever had (Allison excepted),lead entirely by a crime boss

Neil is lagging behind a bit buteveryone is so caught up in it that they don’t really notice

Except Andrew

That boy is always attuned to Neil

So he drops back with him andthey have a brief intense staring contest which ends in Neil looking away

They’re standing in Trafalgarsquare watching some street performers so no one is listening

Neil is obviously chewing onsomething and Andrew waits him out

He would wait forever

Finally, Neil just says, “I’vebeen here before.”

Which isn’t much but Andrew’smemory has never failed him before

I couldn’t live there again. I couldn’t retrace my steps to any ofthose places

Andrew knows what its like to feelsick at things that other people would love

So he nods and stands next toNeil the whole day

Not quite touching but closeenough that they can feel each others gravity

At the end of the day Stuart andNeil have a very cordial goodbye and then Stuart leaves them back at theapartment

Everyone is gushing about how charismatiche is and Neil doesn’t bother to correct them

His uncle has always been a bitof a snake-charmer but at least he knows he’ll never hurt his Foxes

They’ve still got a few days inLondon and Stuart’s secured them tickets to an underground dungeon tour thingthat usually has months worth of waiting list

Neil’s a little leery of goinginto a dark underground space, but with his Foxes there he’s sure he’ll beFine™

The team breaks out drinks aftersupper but Neil doesn’t have the energy

(Honestly according to thistimeline they’ve been in London for twenty-four hours they should be jet-laggedto hell and back, but w/e)

So he retires to their room andAndrew follows him like he always will

He sits next to Neil on the bedand waits

God there’s so much fuckingpointed silence between these two dear lord guys learn to communicate

Eventually Neil sighs. “I thoughtit would be okay. With all of them here.”

Andrew mulls that over

He doesn’t know how to admit thatit bothers him too. Seeing Neil reverting back to old habits, trying to blendin like its second nature

But he knows Neil is here to stayso he just slips a hand around the back of Neil’s neck and tugs him in untiltheir foreheads touch, breathing in the same air

Gradually the tension eases outof Neil

“We can go home,” Andrew says

“No,” Neil says. “I want to stay.I want to learn how to…do all of this, as Neil.”

Andrew squeezes the back of hisneck one more time. “Okay.”

It’s a silent promise, one he’sbeen keeping for over a year now: that any time Neil drifts too far, Andrewwill keep him anchored.

Neil knows it and he can’t helpbut smile a little, watching Andrew’s hazel eyes disappear into the shadowbetween their faces.

“Yes or no?” he asks

Andrew draws back a little

“You’ve been dissociating allday.”

“I’m here now.”

Andrew scowls and let’s go ofhim, standing up to go dig out his pajamas from his luggage

Neil flops down on the bed andadmires the view while Andrew changes

(That’s a nice thing. Andrewbeing comfortable enough to change in front of him. Sure, he’s always partiallychanged out in the locker room, but in private it’s different. It’s more. And Andrew is willing to give thatto Neil.)

(It’s very nice.)

“Staring,” Andrew grunts

“Can you blame me?”

“Yes.”

Neil sits up again and tugs onthe front of Andrew’s shirt until he gives in and steps up close, betweenNeil’s legs

His hands go to Neil’s sideswithout conscious decision

“Nicky wants the genuine Europeexperience,” Neil murmurs, toying with Andrew’s hem. He still hasn’t been givenpermission to touch, so he doesn’t. “We’re going to be staying in hostels.Might be the last time we have a room to ourselves.”

Andrew bites down on a thousandimpulses, reflexes to shut Neil down, cuthim out

Instead he just kisses Neil, goodand slow, a reassurance that they’re there,they’re real, and that this isn’t going away

“Andrew—”

“Yes,” he says, and pushes Neilback onto the bed.

You know what happens next

They love each other deeply andprofoundly and all that but they also like each other’s butts ya know

So afterwards they get cleaned upand curl back up in bed to sleep

Andrew climbs over Neil andnearly knees him in the balls and Neil’s laughing a little and Andrew scowls inannoyance as Neil scoots closer

And with the most obnoxious chav accent that’s ever been heard says, “Any chance a bloke could get a bit of a snog before bed?”

It is quite possibly the worstthing Neil has ever said and Andrew does not hesitate in slapping a pillow overhis face to try and smother him

Neil is laughing his ass off andit devolves into some pretty stupid wrestling before Andrew gets Neil pinneddown, straddling his hips

“Bloody wanker,” Neil says, unable to contain his grin

“Shut the fuck up,” Andrew says,and kisses him so that he does.

[nerdforestgirl]

Note:  I’m sorry I haven’t been writing much.  Focus has been a little hard to come by lately.  I wonder why.  Anyway, here's a little story about Raj, Lincoln, and Howard.  I hope you guys are staying safe and healthy.  <3

“Why don’t you go for a walk?” Bernadette suggested to Howard after Halley just hit him in the balls with her toy waffle bat. It was an accident, but it was clear that Howard needed a break from the kids. And maybe an ice pack.

“I don’t think I can,” Howard choked out.

“Go sit in the car and listen to a podcast,” Bernadette said. She felt bad about Howard getting hurt, and she could handle the kids alone for an afternoon. They teased each other, but of course she wanted to give him some time when he needed it.

Howard nodded. He grabbed his keys to his car and left. He struggled to walk to the car, but eventually he made it. As his pain eased, he decided to go get some ice cream and take a drive. Obviously he loved his kids, but sometimes it wasn’t easy being a parent. He appreciated Bernadette giving him a break.

After the drive thru cup of ice cream was carefully placed between his legs to help continue easing his pain, Howard decided to drive over to Raj’s place. He wanted to play some video games and pretend for an hour that he was still single and childless. He went to the door and just let himself in like he always did.

“Hey!” Howard said as he walked in. Then he paused because Raj wasn’t alone. Raj sat on the couch with his boyfriend, Lincoln’s head in his lap. They were watching a movie together.

“Hi,” Raj said. He wasn’t at all bothered that his best friend let himself in even if he wasn’t expecting him at all.

“I didn’t realize that you had company. I’ll go,” Howard offered.

“No. Stay,” Lincoln said as he sat up to make space on the couch. He pat the spot next to him to welcome Howard. He didn’t know Raj’s best friend very well, and he welcomed the opportunity to get to know him better. Raj was always “Howard this and Howard that.”

Howard was trying to come to terms with the fact that his best friend in the world was in a relationship with a man. Logically he knew that there wasn’t anything wrong with Raj being bi. He wasn’t worried that Raj would hit on him or anything like that. Still, it felt weird. Howard wondered if maybe it was this particular guy. Raj loved Lincoln, but Howard wasn’t so sure.

“Halley got a little excited with a new toy, and she hit me in the balls with it. I thought I’d come over and see if you wanted to play some video games. I’ve been given a reprieve from fatherhood for the rest of the afternoon,” Howard explained as he limped over to the couch.

Both of the men sympathetically covered themselves as Howard told the story.

“Of course, dude,” Raj said immediately.

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to be that guy, but can we watch the movie for literally one more minute? This is my favorite scene in the whole movie. Then I promise, video games all the way,” Lincoln requested.

“What are you watching, anyway?” Howard asked. It looked like Kate Winslet and Jack Black sat at a piano together on the paused screen in front of them. Howard knew some of Raj’s favorite movies, but this one was unfamiliar.

“The Holiday,” Lincoln answered.

That meant almost nothing to Howard, but he gestured to the screen that they should continue. He had already interrupted what looked like date night. The least he could do was let them keep watching the scene.

The scene consisted of Jack Black playing the piano for Kate Winslet while they flirted. It became clear that this was a romantic comedy. Howard wasn’t sure what made this scene so special, but he looked over at where Lincoln had his face buried in Raj’s shoulder the as they shared a moment of joy Howard didn’t understand.

“He only used the good notes for her,” Lincoln repeated the line from the movie. It seemed that it was the part he had been waiting for because Raj turned it off as it cut to a scene of Cameron Diaz and Jude Law in bed. That’s the scene Howard would rather watch.

“I know. It’s so good,” Raj gushed back to Lincoln.

“Sorry about that,” Lincoln said after he cleared his throat and turned back to Howard. Lincoln’s voice was purposefully lowered in pitch as if he felt awkward about the moment of joy.

Howard just nodded a little nod because he wasn’t quite sure what else to say. With Lincoln clearly embarrassed, Howard wondered at the reaction to the movie. It wasn’t for Howard’s benefit. It seemed that he loved the goofy movie just as much as Raj did.

“What should we play? Something all three of us can play?” Raj asked.

“No. Go ahead. I’ll just watch,” Lincoln said. Then he turned to Howard and asked, “Want an actual ice pack? It looks like your ice cream is melting.”

“Uh. Sure,” Howard said.

Raj grabbed the Xbox controllers and started up Halo for some old school comfort. Lincoln got Howard that ice pack and a spoon so Howard could eat his ice cream while playing. Then Lincoln settled in to watch them play their game. Howard assumed that Lincoln wasn’t interested in the game, but after a while Raj got stuck.

“Baby, gimme!” Lincoln shouted and took the controller from Raj’s hands. Then he quickly got Raj out of the jam.

“He always does that. Drives me crazy. I think that’s why he wasn’t going to play,” Raj told Howard quietly.

“Fine. Fine. I’ll go pick up dinner,” Lincoln offered instead. “How does Indian sound?” he teased knowing that Raj hated Indian food.

“I want Chinese,” Raj teased back. “He hates Chinese food,” he explained to Howard.

“You both hate the food from where you’re from?” Howard asked. Could these two be any more alike?

“I love English food,” Lincoln said with an intentionally increased accent. He never really lived in London, but his father’s accent still influenced his own speech. It wasn’t hard for him to affect an English accent. “And I love Chinese food that my Wai po makes in China. I gain ten pounds every time I go visit my grandparents in China. What we have here is not Chinese food.”

“We’ll see if you ever take me to China,” Raj joked.

“Pizza, then? Are you staying for dinner, Howard?” Lincoln asked as he pulled on his jacket.

“Sure. If you don’t mind,” Howard said.

Lincoln nodded and headed out to pick up dinner for the three of them.

“What do you think?” Raj asked after Lincoln was gone for a couple minutes.

“I think we should go up that way,” Howard said about the game.

“I mean Lincoln. This is the first time the three of us have hung out.”

Howard paused the game. He let out a sigh, and tried to gather his thoughts.

“I’ll admit that this whole thing kinda freaked me out. Not that you’re bi or whatever, but I guess the reality of you dating a man made me uncomfortable. I knew I was being stupid and that it was my hang up, so I didn’t say anything to you about it. It wasn’t your problem. But...” Howard knew he was already screwing this up based on Raj’s face.

“But what?” Raj asked, clearly hurt. This was who he was, and he thought that Howard was cool with it.

“But I couldn’t pick a more perfect person for you if I tried. Like, yes, he’s very handsome, but there’s so much more that he just seems to get. He probably even knows what Notting Hill means.”

“He does! He promised to take me the next time he goes back to a London to visit his family!”

“See? He’s just such a...” Howard struggled to come up with a word. Raj looked worried that something mean might come out of his friend’s mouth. “He’s a dweeb just like you,” Howard finished.

“So, you like him?” Raj checked.

“Yeah. I like him,” Howard admitted. Probably more than anyone else Raj had dated.

[volturialice]

Spork Haven chapter 22: outlandish fucking statue

welcome to spork haven, where I spork the EL James fic you’ve never heard of

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previously on Spork Haven:

actor!Edward and murder witness cello student ex-hotel maid!Bella got ready to go to an awards show! and that was it that was the entire chapter

SADDLE UP CHUCKLEFUCKS, THIS CHAPTER IS GREAT. like, I legitimately mean that. a lot of stupid shit goes down and it is absolutely bonkers and thoroughly entertaining. this is the reward I deserve after putting up with the last few dead boring chapters. chapter 22 has restored my faith in this story’s ability to be wildly, audaciously stupid all over the place, like the shitting hippopotamus of stories.

chapter 22 begins with Bella and Edward getting into the car to get to the airport to get on the studio’s private jet to fly to a different airport to get into a limo to get to the awards ceremony. okay, so maybe it’s not fun right off the bat. just hang on a sec.

on the drive, Edward notices Bella’s lack of delicious, suck-able earrings. she tells him she lost one, and he tells her he found it in her room and has kept it as a trophy. now he can’t stand the sight of her disgusting, shamefully naked ears, declaring that she should be wearing

so he makes Mike pull over at a Tiffany’s. I’m not even kidding. they’re on their way to an official event and he insists they need a pit stop to go jewelry shopping. Tiffany’s should really have a drive-thru for occasions like these.

Bella is not allowed out of the car for security reasons, so Edward takes Jasper to Tiffany’s instead. honestly at this point I am so checked out that nothing would please me more than a sharp left turn into Edward/Jasper territory, but alas, the most we get is Edward calling Jasper

and telling us how bitter and jealous Jasper is as Edward casually drops twelve grand on a single pair of earrings.

Edward makes sure to tell us how clueless he is choosing earrings, in case we needed to be reminded of what a good ol’ fashioned Red-Blooded Hetero™ he is. he’s so out of his depth here, among all this

don’t worry ladies, this hunk of oozing testosterone has never seen a diamond or a sparkle in his life

he quickly picks a pair of earrings called the “Victoria Double Drop,” which is as close as this story will get to having Victoria in it. oh well. on second thought it’s probably for the best that way, seeing as how in f!fty sh@des, erika made Victoria a head of Human Resources.

back in the car, Bella opens the 

causing Edward to feel such varied emotions as

and

but of course Bella loves the earrings and puts them on right away.

I...assume we’re supposed to be impressed with Edward’s generosity and largesse and thoughtfulness here, but. do I even need to point out that if he were actually a thoughtful and considerate boyfriend, he would have spent more than two seconds picking out a gift for Bella and done it, oh, maybe a day or two before the black tie event as opposed to in the car on the way there?

Edward, Bella, and their retinue (Emmett, Jasper, and Edward’s movie’s director, Chris, who is completely unimportant to the story but still here for some reason) board the jet, which is decorated in 

Ed and Bella sit down on the couch, causing Edward to have a flashback to the time he had a threesome with two beautiful flight attendants on the same couch last year.

like actually. that’s an actual thing in the actual story. flight attendant threesome.

Edward catches Bella eyeing him during his fun little reverie and has a moment of panic

wait, was that a joke? was that a...fun reference to canon? 

...gosh,

if only it were in a better story

anyway. after the plane ride, the gang meets up with Taylor and gets into some

to head to the read carpet. once on said carpet, they pose for “the fucking press corps” in a paragraph where erika hilariously mixes up flashbulbs and flashlights, making it sound like everyone on the red carpet is playing flashlight tag.

Bella gets a lot of attention from the press and seems uncomfortable with it, causing Edward to wonder if it was a good idea to bring a shy person who’s spent the last six months in hiding from murderers to such a high profile event. ya fucking think?

they talk to a bunch of people Edward hates and drink a glass of champagne

remember kids, champagne is gay. this post brought to you by Beer Hets™

Ed and Bella sit down for the ceremony, and guess whomst is one of the award presenters? that’s right, the delectable old vain blonde hussy herself.

and just when I thought Safe Haven!Bella couldn’t possibly get any stupider, I’m proven wrong.

not to get all Serious And Analytical here, but Safe Haven is an amazing example of erika’s patented “write a heroine so unbelievably fucking dumb that all of the creepy male love interest’s abusive, controlling actions seem justified” method.

Tanya opens the Best Actor envelope with

and pauses for

and surprise, surprise, Edward has won. the audience dissolves into

then Edward goes up to collect his award, and we get one of my favorite paragraphs of all time, which I have here preserved for you in its entirety:

yes, that was 5 “fucks” in...two? sentences

then Edward and Tanya have to do a photo op in front of a “lit to fuck board.” Tanya makes some catty remark about Bella and Edward snaps at her that Bella is “the future Mrs. Cullen, if you don’t mind.”

quick sidebar, are we sure an adult wrote this? like are we sure it wasn’t a ten-year-old? have we double-checked? like are we totally certain?

ok then.

Edward and Bella make their way to the after party, where they drink more champagne (gay) and something finally dawns on Edward

no, and no official, televised, US-based event would serve her in the first place. I can’t wait for the next chapter, in which all these characters serve 60 days in jail for supplying alcohol to a teenager.

then Bella starts to feel dizzy, so Emmett takes her to the ladies’ room while Edward poses for more pictures. place your bets now on whether she’s poisoned, pregnant, or both! my money’s on “both” but I wish it was just poison. that would be way more fun.

and indeed, some type of skulduggery seems to be afoot, because when Edward joins Emmett to lurk outside the ladies’ room, Bella still hasn’t come back after five whole minutes! Edward and Emmett share a glance

I’m sorry erika but literally what is the point of describing them like that if they aren’t going to fall in love?? can you fucking read, erika? can you read the phrase “dark burning eyes”?? can you read that last sentence aloud and then honestly sit here and tell me it’s not the gayest thing since gay sliced bread?? hmm? can you???

after this epically, gloriously homosexual moment, Edward bursts into the ladies’ room, surprising all the ladies who are engaged in activities like

you know, the more of el james’ work I encounter, the more I’m convinced that she has never actually met another human woman and that her only source of information on womankind is stock photos.

Edward rushes through the women’s restroom, checking every stall, only to find that—alas—horror of horrors—Bella has disappeared! oh, the humanity!

he fights “the nausea that’s threatening to erupt all over the fucking floor,” and there the chapter ends.

predictions: chapter 23 will begin with Edward projectile vomiting all over the women’s room. then it turns out that Bella is totally fine and was just taking some Me Time in order to laugh alone with a salad.

best “fucks”

“a complete fucking delight”

“every fucking muscle”

“a fucking house on fire”

“pouty fucking lip”

“secretly fucking pleased” (bella)

“fucking elegant” (bella)

“fucking blinking” (the Tiffany’s salesgirl)

“fucking flashy” (earrings)

“fucking animated” (bella)

“one of the biggest fucking mouths in Hollywood” (tanya)

“completely fucking oblivious” (bella)

next chapter: salt fucking peter

[hhunjins]

Pairing: Hyunjin x gender neutral reader

Genre: high school!au, fluff (tooth rotting material I’m serious), romance

Word Count: ~3,900

Warnings: none

Notes: Happy Hyunjin Day! In the few months I’ve stanned Stray Kids, Hyunjin has made my day so much brighter so I hope that this can convey even half of the happiness he makes me feel. 💕😊 I’d write a whole essay on how much he has really changed my life, but I’ll spare the gross details. Enjoy!!

Summary: Everyone knows Hwang Hyunjin is the complete package. Experiencing him for yourself, however, was a whole different story.

“Umm, do you want to…umm… you know, grab some food with me? Or just coffee or boba if that’s more your thing.” Hyunjin’s cheeks are dusted with a pretty pink and his ears are burning with such ferocity you want to reach out and touch them to cool them down.

It’s kind of odd, considering how the library always has the air conditioning on, but you don’t think much of it. “Yeah, I was getting a little hungry,” you reply. You give him a soft smile, closing your textbook. “Right now?”

Hyunjin looks like he wants to say something. His face is contorted into a weird scrunch, but it’s honestly more endearing than anything. “Umm, I meant as a date,” he stutters, “Like would you want to go on a date…with me.” His voice tapers off at the end as he tries to hide how flustered he’s getting. He can’t even make eye contact, so he tries to fix his papers and make sure they’re all straight. He’s looking everywhere but you.

On the other hand, you’re staring at him with wide eyes, not quite sure how to process what just came out of his mouth. Hyunjin, the Hwang Hyunjin, wants to go on a date with you? This must be a really vivid daydream because never in a million years would class president, swim team captain, and possible valedictorian be asking you on a date. You’re just working on a book project with him, how could this be happening? “What?” you manage.

Hyunjin somehow manages to turn even redder. “A date with me?” His voice cracks and he buries his face into his hands in embarrassment. “Please don’t make me repeat it again, I’ll literally die,” he groans.

You let out a small laugh at the sight. “A date?” you repeat.

He nods behind his hands, fingers parting just a bit to peek at you through the gaps. “Is that a yes?”

You’re not sure if you’re more surprised at the fact that you’re going on a date with the Hwang Hyunjin or because he’s blushing and flustered and everything Hyunjin never was.

You end up grabbing boba and then Hyunjin drives you to get McDonald’s while you’re at it because he’s craving chicken nuggets. The car ride is kind of awkward even though it’s filled with small talk. Hyunjin’s face is a permanent pink now, the blush not disappearing at all. He stutters when he speaks and he tries to cover it up with forced laughter. Instead of talking about himself, he asks questions for you to answer and changes the subject before you can redirect the question back to him. You end up finding a table at the park nearby and eating there because Hyunjin took the drive-thru instead of going inside to buy the food.

When he thinks you aren’t looking, you notice that he stares. It’s cute because whenever you move, he twitches and averts his eyes to somewhere else.

“Hey, are you okay?” you ask after he flinches for the third time in a row after you reach for a chicken nugget from across the small table.

“Huh?”

“You’re really twitchy.” You give him an innocent smile. “Is something wrong?”

“Would you believe me if I told you I’ve liked you for months now?” It comes out as a rush and Hyunjin immediately takes a long sip of his oolong milk tea so he can’t embarrass himself further.

You find yourself speechless at the sudden confession. No, you couldn’t believe it. Just like you couldn’t believe Hyunjin could be anything but composed and confident. “Are you serious?”

It might have been the uncertainty in your voice because Hyunjin’s eyebrows furrow for a moment. “Yeah. I’ve liked you for a while now.” He takes a moment to gauge your reaction. “Do you think I’m joking?”

Part of you thinks, yes, yes you are, but the sudden seriousness in his eyes make you rethink that thought. “It’s just hard to believe.”

Hyunjin’s shoulders slump and lowers his gaze. “So is this a ‘no’ to my confession?” His voice is small, and nothing like the normal, naturally confident tone he has when he’s making announcements over the PA.

“I never said that.” You pick at the excess plastic covering the top of your boba cup to avoid eye contact. “Everyone at school has had a crush on you at one point, Hyunjin. I had a crush on you at one point. It’s just hard to believe that you like me.”

“Well, I do and I’m planning on asking you on a second date if you want.” The normal Hyunjin has made a reappearance, but as sudden as it came, he slips back to unsure Hyunjin in the next few seconds. “Are you okay with that?”

“Yes, Hyunjin. That would be great.”

Hyunjin’s face brightens at that. You wish you got to see him this happy all the time.

“Wait, you said you had a crush on me, do you not like me now?”

“No, that’s not what I meant, Hyunjin.”

“Well, I hope you like me, otherwise this would be very awkward.”

“I do like you.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

It was a known fact that Hyunjin was very close to his circle of friends. They went everywhere together, whether it was to attend someone’s game or performance or to simply just hang out over the weekend. If you saw one of them, the others were probably not far behind. So it was odd to see Hyunjin lingering around your locker an hour after school had been over without at least one of the other eight boys stuck to his side. You let out a quiet cough to catch his attention and Hyunjin’s eyes light up when he sees you. “You’re done with choir practice?” he asks.

You nod, smiling to yourself because he paid attention enough to your ramblings to remember the activities you took part in. “Yeah. What are you doing here?” You unlock your locker and shove your music sheets into the shelf and grab your backpack. “Where are the rest of your friends?”

“Oh, they went out without me.”

That was new. “Why didn’t you go with them?” You close your locker after making sure you had everything and begin to walk down the hallway. Hyunjin trails after you like a lost puppy.

“Do you need a ride home?” he asks suddenly.

You stop in your tracks and look at him questioningly. “I was planning on grabbing some food before heading home. My parents are on a spontaneous vacation so there’s nothing to eat.”

Hyunjin’s hands are fidgety. “Could I come with? I’ll take you.” He sticks his hands in his pockets and pulls out his keys. “I can drive.” He shakes the keychain. There’s hesitance in his voice yet his eyes look so earnest when he looks at you that it makes your heart do a flip. “Date number two?” he asks meekly.

“Tell me Hyunjin, do you want to share a bowl of ramen or a Subway sandwich with me?”

When swim season comes around, Hyunjin invites you to his first meet. You’re still not quite sure what you guys are – friends? More than friends? – but the invitation makes you nervous and you only agree after he gives you the kicked puppy look with wide eyes and slightly pouty lips. It’s easy to see how everyone falls for Hyunjin, and you’re sure you have too, judging from how the project was long over and you two have still been meeting up weeks after it was due. Hyunjin reassures you that it’ll all be fine, and that his friends will be there too so you won’t sit alone. You’re leaning on your closed locker door, watching him with a raised eyebrow as he speaks animatedly.

“I’ll ask one of the guys to get you from choir practice! Varsity doesn’t start until after JV so you can watch my race!” His eyes are shining with excitement as he speaks. He grabs your hand and shakes it as he speaks. “It’s the first meet of the season, it’ll be great. I can take you home after if it’s late so don’t worry about it.”

Your face is probably pink because Hyunjin is literally so excited he’s holding your hand. But his hands are warm, and his smile is bright, and everything about this just seems so right that you let him.

After basking in his happiness for a few more moments, Hyunjin finally realizes what he’s doing and goes ramrod straight. His hand is still wrapped around yours but his eyes are wide, as if his actions have sunk in. “Wait is this okay? Are you okay with this?”

“With the hand holding or the meet?” you giggle. Hyunjin lets out a strangled noise at your teasing, which makes you laugh. “I’m fine with both. I’ll be glad to go to your meet, Hyunjin.” You take a step closer and tilt your head up to look at him. “Are you free right now? Want boba?”

The tension melts from his shoulders and he gives you a bright smile, eyes curving into crescents. “I’ll drive us.” Hyunjin’s hand is still wrapped around yours when you leave school. It feels right. You could get used to this. You just finish thinking that to yourself when he mumbles, “I like the way your hand fits in mine.” He glances at you to see your reaction and gives you a shy smile when he meets your eyes. His hands squeeze tighter, as if holding on to not let go.

Hyunjin makes your heart feel warm and full. Whenever he smiles, it’s like the sun doesn’t exist in the sky because it’s there in front of you. His laugh never fails to make you burst out into giggles too. And now he’s gathered enough courage to grab your hand and intertwine your fingers without flushing bright red. That’s what you could call progress.

The first meet had turned out to be an easy win for the team. The best thing was that Hyunjin made a new personal record and was very excited to treat his friends and you out to dinner afterwards. There were three possible drivers, Hyunjin, Woojin, and Minho. Somehow, even with ten people to drive, you still ended up alone in Hyunjin’s car, trailing after Woojin’s Jeep. Half of the boys had claimed Woojin’s car because of its larger seats and the other half suddenly found Minho’s car very interesting. Hyunjin didn’t seem very upset to be left alone with you. If anything, he seemed glad that all of his friends dispersed quickly until he realized that he would be sitting alone with you for a good fifteen minutes. That made him hesitate until you nudged him on the side and asked him to unlock the doors.

Five minutes later and Hyunjin has one hand on the steering wheel with the other holding yours. There’s a comfortable silence, soft music from the radio filling the car. His hair is still wet but it doesn’t seem to bother him that his neckline is damp from the small droplets that drip from his locks. You’re getting kind of tired, but you’re lucky it’s Friday night. Any homework can be done tomorrow. Tonight, you were going to enjoy Hyunjin’s presence.

“How was it?” Hyunjin finally speaks. He looks away at the road to focus his attention on you when he reaches a red light. “Was it boring? I know you don’t really watch sports.”

“It was interesting. Thank you for inviting me.”

“I don’t want to ask for too much, but would you consider coming to all the home meets for the rest of the season?”

He’s looking at you with hopeful eyes, and you just can’t say no. It’s not like you were thinking it in the first place, but that’s beside the point. You smile and nod. “Of course.” Hyunjin grins, eyes curving into adorable little half-moons that make your heart speed up. You don’t even register his lips on the back of your hand until they’re gone and then the car goes dead silent.

You’re busy staring at the back of your hand and you don’t even register that he’s driving again. Your palms have gotten sweaty at the thought of it and so you let go of your grasp.

“Wait, sorry, I didn’t mean–” Hyunjin begins.

“Hyunjin, it’s fine,” you interrupt, looking at him to make sure that he sees that you mean it. “It really is. It was just unexpected.” You pull your fingers from him and fold them on your lap, wiping your palms on your pants. “Sorry, I’m sweating,” you confess.

There’s a few beats of an awkward silence before he speaks again. “I– I know this might not be the best time, especially because we’re sitting in a car and I’m driving so I can’t look at you. And I know this might seem a bit rushed or kind of bad, and I’m really sor–”

You cut him off before he can continue his rambling. “Hyunjin, your point is?” You glance over to him and find that he’s chewing on his lower lip while he contemplates his words. “Just tell me.” You look back down at your palms on your lap.

“Would you like to go out with me?”

Your stomach does a flip. “Isn’t that what we’re doing now?”

Hyunjin lets out a small laugh at that. “I mean officially.”

You don’t even hesitate to answer even though you feel like you’ve just run a whole marathon. “I’d like that a lot, Hyunjin.” There’s a smile creeping on your lips and when Hyunjin pulls into a parking spot, you see that he has a shy smile on too. The night lights are casting odd shadows on his face, but you can see the happiness in his eyes. You have absolutely fallen head over heels for him.

“Can I hold your hand around the others?”

“Let me get out of the car first.”

It’s weird to see how Hyunjin can captivate an entire audience with his words when he’s a whole stuttering mess when he’s trying to talk to you. You’ve been official for two weeks now, but you still can’t wrap your head around the fact that class president, Hwang Hyunjin, is your boyfriend. He’s out there making speeches and leading committees and being smart while you spend your time cooped up in the choir room and cramming until the late hours of the night.

It’s hard being in a relationship when you nothing really matches except for the fact that sparks fly when you look at each other. It’s also hard when people talk, and it’s really hard to ignore them when they’re the same people who you’ve known for years.

“Hey, is it true you’re dating Hyunjin?” You don’t even know her name, but she prods you in the side until you pay attention to her. “Hey.”

“Pay attention,” you hiss between thin lips. You’re trying to focus on the way Hyunjin speaks with so much confidence because it’s hard to look past the way he blushes when he’s listening to you practice your choir pieces. The girl won’t let up though, and it’s getting really irritating.

“It’s a yes or no question, just answer.” When you pointedly ignore her, she prods you again. “Hey.”

You notice that there are other people who are listening in, eager to know the answer as well. Her question sounds harmless but there are hidden meanings in there that insinuate something deeper. You feel your poke your side again and that sets you off. “Don’t touch me,” you snap. A few people in front of you turn to stare, which somehow Hyunjin notices in the middle of his speech. He locks eyes with you, turns bright red and freezes. There are a few seconds of silence, but before he can embarrass himself, Hyunjin remembers where he is and snaps back into focus. You let out an inaudible sigh of relief and throw a glare at the girl next to you. The rest of the assembly goes smoothly, and you’re let out of the auditorium before you know it.

It’s lunch next, so you wander over to the table you’ve started to frequent with Hyunjin and the rest of his friends ever since you started hanging out outside of class together. Jeongin is already there, claiming the entire bench for himself with his outstretched legs. He looks up from where he’s playing a game on his phone and gives you a wave. You sit across from him, taking out the spam fried rice you made last night for today’s lunch.

“I wonder what happened during the assembly today with hyung,” Jeongin mumbles. His eyes are still trained on his game and his tongue is sticking out from between his lips out of concentration. “He’s never done that before.”

Hyunjin appears at that moment just to catch that last part and he swats the back of Jeongin’s head with a sleeve. “Shut up.” He circles the table and curls into your side, digging his head under your arm so he can hide his face from the rest of his friends.

Jisung is cackling at the sight, letting out weird wheezing noises as he struggles to breathe. Jeongin is still slightly confused, looking back and forth from Jisung and Hyunjin. Minho looks more interested in the way Jisung’s face is turning red rather than Hyunjin’s embarrassed form, but the other five are snickering at the sight of their friend hiding from the world under someone else’s arm.

“Wait, what happened? I’m not in leadership, I don’t get it!” Jeongin whines.

“Lover boy made eye contact with y/n and literally went speechless,” Chan explains. That sets Jisung off into a coughing fit as he continues to laugh and causes Hyunjin to let out a whine.

You’re sure your face is red too, but with the way Hyunjin is burying his face into your lap and your hand on his neck, you’re not quite sure where to put your attention. You focus on your food instead, avoiding eye contact with the rest of the boys and pointedly ignoring the feeling of Hyunjin drawing shapes with a finger on your kneecap.

“What happened though? It’s not like he’s so whipped he’d be able to find you in the middle of hundreds of students, right?” Jeongin asks. He gives you a dimpled smile and pointedly stares at your spoonful of rice.

Your classmate’s words ring through your mind again and you clench your jaw as you think of what she really meant. The emphasis on “you’re.” Poison laced between harmless words. You push the container of rice over the boy sitting across from you. “Take it,” you mumble.

Jeongin doesn’t seem to notice the change in your demeanor, but Hyunjin does and he tries to sit up to ask what’s wrong. Except he slams his head into the underside of the table and causes Jisung, who barely calmed down, to start wheezing with laughter again. Hyunjin clutches the back of his head and whines. You stifle your laughter as you rub the spot, guiding his head out from under the table so he doesn’t hurt himself again.

When Hyunjin finally looks at you, your mood has lightened a bit from his accident, but he still cocks his head to the side slightly and pouts before raising an eyebrow to ask an unspoken question. You give him a small nod and lean into his touch when he wraps his arm around your shoulders.

The words still linger in your mind, the hidden jab making you think and think and think.

It soon becomes obvious to the school that, yes, you were dating the beloved Hwang Hyunjin. No one says anything to your face, but the hushed voices and poorly disguised stares make it blatantly clear who they’re gossiping about whenever you walk past with Hyunjin at your side. You know that a lot of people don’t care, but then there are those who are in disbelief that that one average, choir student became the first person Hyunjin has dated in…ever. Those are the people who get under your skin.

It’s true. You can’t believe it either. And no matter how many times Hyunjin gives you that wonderful smile where his eyes just disappear and he scrunches up his nose while calling out your name, you can’t believe that this guy is literally yours. But it’s gotten to the point where you’ve gotten so used to his soft, blushy side that you forget that he’s smart and notices things. Like how you’re spacing out as he tells you about practice and how they threw Felix into the pool.

“Are you okay?”

You snap back into focus. “Yeah. Fine, sorry.”

“Are you sure? You’ve been staring into space for a really long time.” Hyunjin takes the bag of chips off his lap and walks around the table to sit next to you. There’s only the two of you in the study room, most of the other boys deserting after finishing homework while Seungmin and Woojin are getting more snacks so you guys can stay later into the evening. “If there’s something on your mind, you can tell me.” He stands in front of you with open arms and waits for you to lean into him. When you do, he wraps his arms around your neck and pressing his lips to your hair. “You don’t have to, but I’m open to listen,” he says softly.

You hesitate before circling your arms around his waist and burying your face into his stomach. “Just overthinking,” you mumble.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Don’t laugh at me if I cry?” you joke halfheartedly.

“Hey, I would never do that.”

You think about your words for a while before speaking. “Am I worth all the talk?” You pull away from him slightly so you can look up at him, peering into those chocolate brown eyes that seem to hold the universe in them. He looks almost confused and kind of flustered, but most of all upset at your question. “You know the other kids are talking. You’re so amazing, Hyunjin, and I’m just me. Are you sure you want me to be your first? Are you sure you want to end high school with me? I know I shouldn’t be thinking those things, but I really can’t help it.” By the end of it all, your lips are a little wobbly, eyes a little moist.  

Hyunjin’s frowns, arms loosening from around your neck to squish your cheeks in his hands. “Hey. Don’t listen to them. They don’t know you, I know you. And I like the person that I know. Okay?” When you don’t reply, he squishes your face more and leans in closer. “Okay?”

“Okay,” you answer. Hyunjin doesn’t release his hold on your face though, and it takes you a moment to realize how close you are to each other. “Can you let go of my face?” you ask. Hyunjin doesn’t answer though he does loosen his hold. His hands are cupping your cheeks now, eyes roaming your face. and stopping at a certain spot. “Hyunjin?” you whisper.

“Can I?” he whispers back.

“Can you?”

“C-can I kiss you?”

The pounding of your heart is loud in your ears, but your nonverbal answer speaks loads.

Hyunjin’s lips are soft, like his hands, and his heart.

[lowlywriter]

Spend Some Time

Back again! This one’s a bit different. Set in the past. Colby is like seventeen, and so are you, setting is around 2014. It’s more of a fluffy friendship fic with a bit of cute romance at the end because I’m a sap. Involves some 2019 Snapchat as well since I did not have Snap in 2014 and I don’t know any differences between then and now. Anyways, please enjoy!

Warnings: Some swearing (probably? It’s late rn)

Word Count: 2,492

I just want to spend some time alone with somebody...

You added the sentence to your Snapchat story, the background just a photo of your wall- too dark in the room to make out details, so it was just a black screen. You flopped back against your pillows with a groan. It was late, twelve AM at least. You didn’t think too much of the snap, you hadn’t really expected anything to come out of it. People posted things like that all the time, right?

So, you were very surprised when something hit your window after about ten minutes of playing on your cell phone. The quiet clinking noise of the object made you sit yourself up on the bed. Curiosity got the better of you, so you slowly walked towards the window- hesitant of seeing some kind of threat waiting outside the window like in all the stupid horror movies your friends made you watch.  

You didn’t know what you’d expected to find outside your window at twelve AM, but it certainly wasn’t your neighbor. Colby stood close to your house, staring up at your window with a grin.  

“What are you doing?” You laughed after opening your window.  

“I’m getting your attention,” Colby explained. He fidgeted with a small pebble between his fingers before lifting his hand and throwing it at your window effortlessly. The little rock clinked perfectly against the glass, missing you entirely before dropping to the grass.

“Hey, quit it. My mom will be pissed if you crack the glass,” you laughed once more. You were shocked, quite honestly. You didn’t know what was happening, or why it was.  

You and Colby were friends, of course- you were neighbors who were both seventeen and the two of you had lived side by side for as long as you can remember. But, the two of you hadn’t been close since the start of high school. Colby had met Sam and the two were practically inseparable- and the Vine thing took up a lot of his time. The two of you simply went different directions.

“What are you doing here?” You asked finally. Colby was stood waiting, eyes searching the ground for another pebble.  

“We should go out,” Colby said, eyes shining in the dark as he glanced at you.

“Now?” you questioned, confusion in your voice.  

“I just want to spend some time alone with you,” Colby grinned. It took you a second, but you couldn’t help but shake your head and laugh at yourself as you linked his words back to your Snapchat story.  

“Colby, my mom would never let me leave,” you raised an eye brow at him, leaning forwards to rest your elbow on the window sill, and your cheek against your palm.  

“And you think my mom would?” Colby snorted a laugh, launching another pebble at you. You caught the small stone, setting it on the sill as you smiled at the boy on the ground. “Come on, Y/N. Live a little. Sneak out. Come hang out with meee...”

After a moment’s thought, you swung a leg out the window and carefully crawled down the side of your house. You relied on the gutter pipe, as you shimmied down the two-story house. Colby helped you safely to the ground by a gentle hold on your hips when you were in arm’s reach.

You quietly adjusted your clothing, pulling your sweatshirt down, and attempting to wipe off the dirt from some moss that had been on the pipe off your pants. You looked towards Colby, who slowly lifted his finger to his lips and he held his hand out for you to take.  

When your hand landed in his, he tightened his grip and pulled you quickly from your yard. Colby opened to the passenger’s side door of one of the cars in his driveway, and gestured for you to get in. You slipped into the seat, pulling your door shut as Colby rounded to the driver’s side. The two of you remained silent as Colby started the car- both wincing as the vehicle hummed to life.  

“So, what are we doing?” You questioned, once Colby had turned off your guy’s street.  

“You know, I’m kind of hungry,” Colby tilted his head, eyes drifting off the road to glance at you before shifting back, “how about some Don’s?”

“I’m always up for some McDonalds,” you grinned.  

It was still pretty unbelievable. Colby was literally going out of his way, sneaking out of his house- all because of a Snapchat story? The two of you barely talked face-to-face, both busy with your own lives.  

“I’m buying, since I forced you to sneak out,” Colby told you, as he pulled into the drive thru lane. You went to argue, but the McDonalds employee interrupted you. Colby took that as a win as he flashed a victorious grin your way.  

“Hmm, twenty nuggets-” Colby continued to list off your guy’s order. You were kind of surprised that he still remembered what you like from McDonalds- the last time you’d gone together probably would’ve been eighth grade. He got every detail right, down to the kind of fountain drink you liked. Colby paid, flashing you a grin as he swiped his debit card.  

The two of you waited, filling the car with laughter and friendly banter as your food was being made. You were both in light, happy moods when finally, a paper bag was passed through the windows and two medium fountain drinks followed shortly after.  

“Where do you want to eat?” Colby questioned. You shrugged, maneuvering the bags so they were in between your feet, safe from falling over and spilling everywhere.  

You watched quietly as Colby lifted one of the drinks, taking a sip, before handing it to you.  

“I wish they’d say which was which- that's your drink,” Colby laughed. You laughed as well, taking a drink and humming at the taste of your favorite soda. You swapped the two drinks so Colby’s was now in the cup holder closer to him, and yours in the cup holder nearest to you.  

The two of you settled into a comfortable silence. It was nice to just be in the company of your oldest friend, listening to the hum the car engine and watching each streetlight pass by- the relaxing pattern of on and off light and dark.  

“Think we should eat here?” Colby asked when he parked the car. You’d barely noticed you’d stopped, having zoned out in the peaceful atmosphere.  

You glanced around your surroundings quickly, a small smile curling on your lips at the nostalgia of the parking lot.  

“I haven’t been here in years,” you told him. The playground looked much older than you remembered- weathered down by the climate of Kansas.  

“The last time I came here, was... well, it was with you, I think,” Colby informed, a cheeky smile on his face, “you good staying here? We can go somewhere else if you’d like?”

“Let’s eat here. Then I’m sure I can still beat you at a race to the slide.” You grinned, reaching down to pick up the bags.  

“Okay now, we both know one of us always won those races, and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t you.” Colby smirked, taking a fry from the bag and popping it in his mouth.  

“Oh, you are so on, Brock. I’ll beat your slow ass just like I always used too.”

“We’ll see about that!”

----

“Okay, Okay- you win! I surrender,” Colby gasped, huffing out a deep breath.  

You laughed, hopping onto the top of the play structure and leaning over the edge to mock him. The place was abandoned, neglected over the years. It definitely wasn’t as popular as it used to be, but the late hour ensured that the two of you would be alone.  

“Aw, Colbs, was I too fast for you?” You teased in a baby voice.  

“Yeah,” he whined with a playful pout. You giggled, sitting down and sliding down the slide that had been a lot more thrilling a few years back.  

“That was anticlimactic,” you mumbled, looking up at Colby who was stood in front of the slide.  

“Y/N, you’re the same length as the slide now,” Colby laughed. These slides were meant for toddlers. He reached forwards to help you up, and you dusted off your ass after letting go of his hands.  

“You know what never changes?” You grinned, rocking on your feet in excitement.  

“No, what?”

“The swings! Come, come! I’ll beat you again Colby!” You took off without waiting for Colby to reply. You beat him again, of course. You seated yourself on the flexible plastic seat, kicking yourself off to just barely swing yourself back and forth as Colby finally arrived at the swing set.  

“Colbs, you should push me! Remember when you did that when we were little? Your mom always thought it was adorable.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Colby groaned, but you could hear the smile in his voice. You felt Colby’s hands grasp the chains of the swing on either side of you, and then he was pushing you forwards. You couldn’t help but smile- you had missed swinging, and you had missed Colby... a lot more then you thought you had.  

You felt tingles run up your spine as his hands settled against the small of your back for those few seconds it took for him to push you forwards again. He repeated that a few more times until he was happy with your height before seating himself next to you and attempting to catch up to you.  

“You know, I haven’t just chilled like this in forever,” you told Colby, turning to look at him, only to see him already looking at you.

“Yeah, I know what you mean. High school has been hectic. And Sam and I are crazy busy with Vine and everything,” Colby explained, lifting his hand from the chain of his swing to push his fair out of his face.  

“How is that Vine thing?” You questioned. You had seen some of them- or, well, all of them. But you didn’t really understand the app.

“It’s actually really good. Sam and I are gaining followers like crazy- and my Twitter is starting to take off as well.” Colby beamed. He looked so happy talking about his social medias, and his smile made you happy.  

“That’s great to hear,” you smiled. You were happy that he was happy, but also sad that his apps were taking him away from you- and Sam was too, but every guy needs a guy best friend. You really couldn’t fault Sam for taking up Colby’s time.  

The two of you sat on the swings for a while. Swinging at the same time. Changing so you were passing each other in the middle as you went opposite directions. Attempting to link hands and swing left and right instead of back and forth. And just having a good time overall until you both started getting tired of kicking your legs out.  

“We should head back soon,” you yawned; feet brushing against the ground, slowly stopping yourself.  

“I had one more thing I wanted to do, but we can do that here too,” Colby informed, standing up from his swing. He once again held his hand out, sending you a small tired smile. You took his hand and he pulled you up off the swing as well. He led you to the car, but gestured to the hood, instead of the door.

“Let’s watch the stars,” he whispered, voice low as he pulled himself onto the hood- patting the spot beside him before leaning back to his back was flat against the windshield.  

You copied him, resting up against the windshield as well, but letting you head fall to his shoulder instead of the hard glass. Your sides touched and the cool metal of the car cooled your body.  

“I love watching the stars out here, they’re always so bright and beautiful.” Your eyes trailed the night sky, searching for any constellations, but coming up empty. You shifted your gaze to look at Colby, who was looking up.  

It felt different being around him now. He was different. He was more... grown up? You had always had the slightest crush on him- and it seems that now it was starting to bloom into something more. Colby had always been your friend; he was always there for you- even now. That innocent little snapchat story- anyone else would’ve looked right past it, but Colby was here with you now- hours past curfew.  

“Hey, Colbs...” you mumbled softly. The boy looked towards you, focus shifting from the sky to you, “I wanted to thank you for tonight... I was just feeling a bit down earlier. I didn’t expect anything as amazing as this to come from my Snap.”

“Y/N, I’ve actually been looking for an excuse to come over and talk for so long...” Colby admitted, looking down at his lap before glancing at you, “There’s actually something I’ve wanted to ask you for so long.”

“What is it?” you tilted your head, full attention on your friend.  

“Well, heh. I’ve kind of liked you for a while now. Sam has been trying to get me to grow a pair and just ask you out- but I wanted it to be something more special than just texting you, or asking you out at your locker.” Colby confessed, his cheeks brightening to a pale pink colour. “Your snap just seemed like the perfect opportunity to spend some time with you... I’ve missed you. I don’t want to not see you all the time like we’ve been doing since high school started.”

“I missed you too, a lot actually. We used to be so close, and then we just kind of drifted. We’ve always been friends, no matter how long we go without talking and... truth be told, I’ve liked you for a bit now too...”

“Really?” Colby perked up, eyes bright and smile wide. “Do you want to be my girlfriend then?”

“I do,” you grinned. You leaned up to press a kiss to Colby’s cheek, then a little further to lightly peck his lips.  

“I should get you home now, our parents will freak out if they find us gone- and it is almost three in the morning.” Colby spoke, voice low and sad. He slid himself off the hood, moving to stand in front of you.  

“Maybe we can hang out tomorrow or something? Or do something with Sam?” you suggested. You had met Sam before, you had classes with him and he seemed like a nice guy, so you were open to hanging out with the duo. “Maybe you guys can even teach me Vine?”

“Anything for my girl,” Colby’s replied, grin wide as he helped you off the car with a quick peck to your cheek, “anything for you.”

[kachinnate]

these are a few of my faaavorite fics ✨

not that anyone asked for my opinion BUT these are a couple of my… fav deh fics of all time!* they’re all linked to ao3 and i think i have all the authors tagged that i know of that has a tumblr so

*i made this list especially for fics that aren’t, like.. as well known as some of the Popular Fandom Fics, partially bc everyone’s already read them and knows how awesome they are and partially bc otherwise this list would be ten pages long hehe,,, also sorry if you’re seeing this twice, i had to repost bc the links were all broken ?? 

throwing under a readmore bc this is a chunky boy!!!!! keep in mind that these aren’t in any particular order:

in the in-between - chchchchcherrybomb, vinegar-and-glitter (x) [tree bros] – Connor’s turning 27. Evan’s sitting the bar exam. Over and over again. – itsa timeloop au!! i’m not sure if this is a common au or not, but i’ve never read anything else like this before, and ohhhh my god. each chapter is a switch-off from connor’s pov to evan’s pov, and i assume the authors each wrote for one character (?), but oh my god their writing works so well together?? they both have distinct styles and ways of writing but it flows together perfectly,, without spoiling anything, ev and connor’s dynamic in this universe is a lot different to anything else i’ve personally read before, partially because they’re quite a bit older here than in canon (which, while is obviously portrayed, they still are easily recognizable as the characters they are in the musical), and partially because it strays away from the common ‘they’re both misfits/not doing great, but connor is worse for wear and evan has to save him’, which i think is rlly nice.. (also, like, never have i ever considered that evan would want to be a lawyer, but after reading this fic not only am i sold on it but i’m convinced 100% that him being a lawyer could genuinely be fuckin canon) (also also, the evan characterization in this? hands down my favorite out of any fic i’ve ever read tbh) the world building is really incredible too - like, i don’t even want to consider this one a fuckin fic bro because it’s like highkey just this incredible novel?? it also has a completed sequel called it’s always been you (x) that i haven’t finished that takes place after the events of this fic, and so far?? also fucking incredible 15/10 i definitely recommend

lapse - cecropia / @wildflowermonet (x) [tree bros] – “For what it’s worth,” Connor says casually, “I don’t think you should die tonight.” – welcome to another installment of ‘kayla read this and immediately couldn’t think about anything else for a solid consecutive 12 hours’!! evan and connor have really wonderful characterizations in this one too - i’m pretty sure i’ve elaborated on it before but literally my favorite thing is when people actually write evan as more than an anxious kid, and omg this author did that perfectly asfjkdsg - you can see the subtle Growth as he gets more comfortable with connor and jared (and all the other deh characters too bc this fic has a lovely fOUND FAMILY FINISH AT THE END EEE) and it’s just. aaaah. *heart eyes emoji*. it’s set in their senior year, and they form an unsteady friendship and learn to lean on each other and figure out the whole ‘having friends’ thing, midway through evan realizes he’s a-pinin’, it’s just. Great. this fic is relatively new too i think so u def def def should go give it a read and give the author some love!!!!!!!!!!!

to have a friend - demistories / @transanabeth (x) [tree bros] – Pretend to be friends with Connor Murphy, who yells at people and skips class to smoke and pushes people and threw a printer in the second grade, for twenty dollars a week.

Evan closes his hand around the bill and then stuffs it into his pocket.

“I-I’ll do it.” – ok this is one of, if not, the first fic i’ve ever read coming into the fandom, so it of course has a rlly special place in my heart!! it’s a classic ‘fake dating au’, also with switching povs between chapters. connor offers evan 20$ a week to be his fake friend, almost follows through with the events of the musical but doesn’t, finds out about evan’s own attempt, and they just sorta… cope together. it’s a lot of second guessing bc neither of them knows if the other considers the other a friend or not, and ofc when the fake dating part comes in that gets amplified by 10 asdfghj. honestly i think it’s a cooler approach to the fake dating au troupe (the chapter titles are increments of 20$, which honestly is equally cruel as is creative) and is so!! heartwrenching!!! it’s been a while since i’ve read it but i’m pretty sure that i bawled at the twist so >’D

the only thing is that this fic isn’t finished and there isn’t an intention for it to be finished from what i know of(?) - the author included a brief synopsis of the ending to tie loose ends and give a sort of closure to the fic, but that absolutely doesn’t take away from how freaking incredibly written it is and doesn’t mean you shouldn’t give it a read anyway !! i kept up with it while it was a WIP and honestly every time i got the email notification that it updated i dropped everything to fuckin read that shit 😤😤 when i think of deh fics, this is honestly just one of the first that comes to mind for me just bc it was one of the first ones i’ve read, and it just… was so good that i still think about it months after i read the last chapter safkjasf

no comfort in the truth - @nothingunrealistic (x) [kleinsen] – Like everyone in the world, Evan has the last words his soulmate will ever say to him on his skin.

Evan hears a lot of last words during his senior year. – okay if this were an accurate list i’d literally have every drabble soph has ever written down on here but that is entirely beside the point

literally knowing beforehand that this is a kleinsen fic and then reading the summary, u kno this shit is going to be painful ,, honestly this style is one of my fave fic formats (especially when it comes to writing in the canon deh universe) because like ,, it’s simplistic but works really well as a story-telling method?? not everything has to be perfectly strung together and every day doesn’t have to be written out for it to still convey the same like.. impact as a super long fic would, and honestly writing it in like flashes or snippets makes the build up that much more anticipating? bc again when u write within the events of the musical it’s not like u don’t know what’s going to happen,, u can focus less on worldbuilding bc hey, it’s already done for u, and instead write more indepthly about the topic of the soulmate au!! but uhhh REGARDLESS soph is literally the kleinsen matriarch in my eyes, they always write evan and jared w/ Perfect characterization and dynamics and just Ah! this one is angsty, but it has a v nice and hopeful ending, and i *clutches heart* love,,,

nowhere else i’d rather be:  nosecoffee / @nose-coffee​​ (x) [tree bros] – A fake dating au where they’re next door neighbours, Evan bakes, and Connor’s already a little in love with Evan anyway – this one is a series - the first fic kinda Establishes stuff and the second one gets into the whole fake dating thing!! they live in apartments next to each other, evan bakes for connor, they go campin with connor’s family, it’s just….. rlly sweet and i love it

also, it contains this hilarious bit that i haven’t been able to forget about despite finding this fic months ago:

do me a favour - can your heart rate rise a little? - nosecoffee / @nose-coffee​ (x) [treebros]

an au where the hansen family owns an arcade….. honestly what more can i say?? it’s slowburn and treebros and i p much love everything that nosecoffee has written ever so this is no exception obviously

jared and connor vs. the mortifying ordeal of being known - caswell @techconsigliere , puglebug @puglebug (x) [kleinphy] – Jared is admitted to group therapy following the divorce of his mother from his asshole father. What he doesn’t anticipate is that Connor would be there, too. – THE KLEINPHY CONTENT WE ALL DESERVE BEING PROVIDED TO US BY CJ AND EZRA!!! it’s a one-shot with just enough slowburn to keep you 👀 , jared is working through some stuff and after some fumbling connor is w/ him to help him thru it, the end of this fic has my heart aching the entire way through every time i read it and it’s just… *chefs kiss* (i even drew some fanart for it if you’re ever so inclined)

forever going with the flow, but you’re friction - lizzy_stardust_18 @delightfullyanachronistic​ (x) [band trees] – Zoe knew that of all of the things that her mother had expected from the evening, Evan Hansen showing up at her door with his arms full of her drunken daughter was not one of them. – big bet i wasn’t getting through this list without including fiona’s fics, are u crazy??? BUT this one is set a year (?) after the events of canon, zoe’s at a party and evan finds her, and they talk about stuff n’ things - there’s also a sweet moment in there between zoe and cynthia (in which cynthia is Rightfully Skeptical of evan) which is v wholesome and Refreshing because honestly the murphy parents never get written in a good light and fiona does it ~ perfectly ~. lotsa metaphors. evan and zoe are big dorks. evan is a taylor swift stan. what isn’t there to love

i can’t call you a stranger, but i can’t call you up - lizzy_stardust_18 - @delightfullyanachronistic (x) [kleinsen] – Jared fiddled his thumbs. He wished more than anything that he could move to a different seat, but causing a scene at Heidi Hansen’s wedding reception wasn’t exactly high on his to-do list. Besides, he was an adult. He had a job. He ate ramen only three times a week. He could handle a simple social interaction like a real human being. He was lucky that no one else had found their seats at his table yet. It gave him time to gather his wits about him. He drummed his fingers on the table nervously. – jared and evan are forced to talk after the events of canon via sitting next to each other at heidi’s wedding. they argue a bunch bc jared is still rightfully hurt, they discuss TCP and jared’s treatment of evan over the past couple years, they fight it out and then we learn some jared backstory and then there are tears and it ends on a fluffy + hopeful note!! good shit !!!!

[mutantsrisingrpg]

Congratulations DEAN! You’ve been accepted as JANUS with a FC change to CASEY DEIDRICK.

Dean, first let me say that when I saw an app from you in our inbox I screamed! Now, onto business. The way you created a backstory for Jackson that starts in Las Vegas and ends in Chicago kept me hanging on each and every word. I have to admit, the detail about how there’s only one form of identification with his true face and name was one of my favorite parts! I also loved how you broke name his name - it’s a little detail that went a long way in figuring out who Jackson is. We’re so excited to have you back on the dash and with our Janus! 

Welcome to Mutants Rising! Please read the checklist and submit your account within 24 hours.

NAME/ALIAS: Dean

PRONOUNS: She/her

AGE: 22

TIMEZONE & ACTIVITY LEVEL: GMT, fairly active

In Character Information:

DESIRED ROLE: Jackson Sawyer Raemers

GENDER/PRONOUNS: He/him

DETAILS & ANALYSIS: This is where you show us who the character is to you! The format of this doesn’t matter, whether it’s in bullet points or in para form, and can be as long as you’d like it to be. Feel free to get creative!

The name Jackson is a Scottish name. In Scottish the meaning of the name Jackson is: God has been gracious; has shown favour. Based on John or Jacques.

Sawyer was an English meaning, a occupational name for someone who earned his living by sawing wood, Middle English saghier, an agent derivative of sagh(en) ‘to saw’.

Raemers based on Ramer, The oldest form of the name is “Reinmar” or “Reginmar,” which literally meant “famous councillor.” Always prominent in social affairs.

He’s a walking contradiction, his mind never 100% made on a singular motive and distraction easily pulled him from one thing to the next. Jackson’s chaos is a subtle one, orchestrated solely for his own enjoyment until there’s reason to repel against something or someone. Opinionated in a way in which his argument could be swerved from one side the the other only because he wanted to play devil’s advocate and test other people’s beliefs because it gives him comfort to see witness the grey spots in other’s morals.

A lot of what he does was born from his own insecurities, the voice in the back of his head telling him that we were more worthless than the dirt on the bottom of his shoes. So he hides his true self carefully, uses masks of humour and then hides behind other peoples identities. Carefully packaging away his own demons with false confidence that couldn’t be questioned.

BIO:

Fraud and robberies became second nature, easier than breathing yet essential to keep his head from sinking below the water. It was ironic, how swift his own actions turned from survival to pure indulgence. Disordered violence increasingly becomes addictive due to the way it supplied him with a steady rush of endorphins. The taste of rebellion even more rewarding when it was fuelled by the very mutation that he’d been discriminated for his entire life. He’d unlocked his true potential, a criminal with the ability to morph fluidly from one appearance to the next.

He supposes it was a form of obsession, in contrast to his former self, an upbringing spent repressing his powers to appease his terrified parents who feared the opinion of the neighbourhood than what may become of their son by neglecting a key part of his identity. Living life as an outlaw, adorning himself in tourist t-shirts and tacky dollar store sunglasses was a vast improvement. A lifestyle that saw him existing out of the trunk of his car, mustard stains from a drive-thru burger discolouring the map which lay open on his passenger seat, red ink circling his next destination. He couldn’t picture himself living an average life, didn’t want to be another cog in a well oiled cooperate machine where he’d become just another number sat at a desk until he’d worked up enough hours to pay off a mortgage.

Jackson’s luck fell short, naturally, the second his car pulled into sin city. Las Vegas with the luminosity of neon lights and slot machines was the single worst decision he could have made. Worse than disowning his family, worse than his impulsive decision making when getting tattoos and maybe even worse than the time he’d shifted into the body of a girl scout in some desperate attempt of getting a dozen boxes of thin mints free of charge. But like a moth to a flame, it was the adrenaline that led him to do it. Shifting from one casino owner to the next, he’d committed fraud multiple times each night and donate the remainder of the money after he’d loaded up on hawaiian shirts and sugary snacks, to organisations working against mutant laws and discrimination. Like a modern day Robin Hood, only driving a rusted up old Chevrolet in dire need of a new paint job.

It’s a mixture of arrogance and a blimp in his concentration that causes it to all unravel. Facading as a beer bellied Elvis impersonator in one of the chapels, he’d spent the evening pick pocketing gambling money from unsuspecting intoxicated couples who’d been making poor life decisions. It was easy work which naturally meant he’d become sloppy, the sort of stupidity that lands him an evening in police custody and unable to show any identification on himself other than a driving license that matches his true appearance. Jackson Sawyer Raemers, born November 22nd in the state of Arizona, an individual with an outstanding warrant for his arrest and a suspected mutant. There’s no court trial, no mention of imprisonment or bail. Instead he’s transported overnight to a medical research facility, sedated and left to answer for his crimes in what he would deem to be the pits of hell.

He’s carefully monitored, pumped with medication and used as a lab rat for illnesses to watch how his mutation may help him to recover- if at all. Cut open and stitched together again, regular interviews for insights on his ability and encouraged with rewards to see how far he could push his powers under supervision. Of course those rewards never met anything more exciting than a pudding cup with lunch or a ten minute stoll in the security monitored outdoor area. The three years he’s trapped there he learns a few things about himself and his mutation; no matter how many times they tried they couldn’t replicate it in a tube, even with the ability of cell reconstruction this hadn’t granted him immunity from the common cold and pudding cups definitely weren’t worth the amount effort he’d been putting in for them.

It was entirely by chance that a group of enraged mutants in the facility had grouped together to form a riot. The building caught up in an intentional blaze that triggered cell doors to swing open and allow their occupants to vacate. With such a perfect diversion in place, Jackson takes his opportunity to escape by shifting into the appearance of one of the women who had been treating him. Able to use her fingerprints to unlock the exit, the first thing he does is hot wires the Mercedes in the parking lot and takes off back on the road. They say old habits die hard, much could be said the same for Jackson. How easily he fell back into his old games of identity theft as if three years worth of reflection had taught him nothing.

He returns to what he does best, only now it was personal, the lust of rebellion replaced with spite for those who had been disceting him like a science project. Jackson spends his time examining the faces that appear in the media voice against mutant rights and the research entrepreneurs that treated as nothing more than a paycheck. It’s how he finds himself in Chicago, rumoured a place that was almost a santuary for mutants where he’d be able to meet like minded individuals. And of course, it’s how he finds The Jem Family. He’s still not entirely sure why Damien had taken a liking towards him, his only redeemable factor being that he was reckless enough to not question any given orders in which other members may shudder at. It was an overwhelming sense of finally belonging to something, that he’d mattered outside of his own world and could really make a difference.  

EXPANDED CONNECTIONS:

Luca Medoza: He finds them entertaining, his own laid back rebellion in contrast to something much bolder. Subtle versus out right in your face. He’d spend a lot of time with Luca, telling her what had happened in the latest true crime series he’d been watching and not minding too much when the only thing she picks up on was that he’d spent 10 hours straight binge watching on Netflix again.

Neve Kaplan: She’s the first person in a long time that he doesn’t hide any aspect of himself from. He let her see every aspect of his personality, the gritty details and forbidden secrets he hadn’t dared to share with anyone else. For a while she’d been his home, the missing part of the puzzle that could take the bitterness away and ease his own reckless behaviours, until she’s gone. It still stings when he see’s her, but it’s also a pleasant reminder that at least what he’d felt had been real.

Cain Douglas: He gets pleasure out of his visits and will show up even if the damage is nothing spectacular. He’s absolutely rolled up with a paper cut before and made it out as if he’d lost a limb over texts on his way there. Jackson gets most his kicks from aggravating the hell out of people and with Cain it was almost too easy. Although when he is genuinely hurt it does become a little more difficult of Cain to take him seriously with all the jokes he plays. Sometimes he’ll fake an injury just to get some advice, doctors and therapists are basically the same thing, right?

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-Jackson is obsessed with snacking, or any opportunity to stuff his face with food really. He’ll take it personal if you go out for a meal and he doesn’t get an invite.

-He can’t function without a morning coffee. 3 shots served black with one spoonful of sugar. He’ll have another at noon because he’s a night owl and eternally paying the price.

-He has a fear of blood, it makes him feel dizzy and he’s absolutely the worst person to have around if you were in a serious injury. He’d pass out before you would.

-Jackson can sing The Element Song by Tom Lehrer perfectly from memory.

-He has a habit of seeing the world from a very cynical perspective and is always anticipating the worst to happen in any given situation. It allows him to feel less surprised or out of control when things do turn sour.

-Jackson has a doberman named Bella, as in Bella Swan- he was trying to be funny

-He doesn’t trust easily and as a result he’s pretty distant. He’s always got a guard up and is very reluctant to let people into his life as most people that have seen the real him have resulted in negative connotation.

-He is allergic to shellfish so if someone wanted to kill him…

-He is always using humour and bad behaviour as a defense mechanism from people getting too close to see the real him.

-He had a stutter as a kid due to low self-esteem. It occasionally comes back when he’s stressed or upset. It’s one of the giveaways for his shapeshifting.

-Jackson is a reckless driver

-He’s obsessed with 1970s music

-Jackson is a hoarder, he collects a lot of pointless stuff like the top of bottle caps, funny slogan tshirts and cheap sunglasses from dollar stores

-He hates having to dress up formally, he feels like it draws attention to him and not in a funny showing off sort of way

-He has numerous tattoos and none of them were what you’d consider ‘good’, they’re shitty or only there to illustrate some pun or memory of a drunken evening. He’s upset some of the scars from the research facility have beheaded a hulahooping stick men on his leg.

ANYTHING ELSE: Did you have any questions or any changes you wanted to discuss with us beforehand?

FC change to Casey Deidrick