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#fry was trying to look up scarab mpreg but misspelt scarab#so he wrote like ‘scrab laying eggs google show me’#and now i call him scrab :-)#what a nice story am i right/j#my art#scarab#prismo#prohibitedwish#fionna and cake#at:f&c#i love saying numbnuts it’s so funny#DONT ASK ME WHY FRY WAS LOOKING UP SCARAB MPREG/lh
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Manuscript Search Tag: TSAF
Thank you for tagging me, @author-a-holmes! Your fill was so intriguing and fun and gosh I miss Lizzy and Booker😅 *clears schedule to catch up on things* My words were Last, Chill, Hand, Work and I'm using my romantasy WIP to fill these 🤞
Last
Her heart and her body ached for the warm affection glowing in his eyes, melting her soul and all the threats hanging over her before they managed to detain her feelings.
Adelaide took a deep, almost ragged breath. Her mind fumbled to find a resolve she didn’t want to feel. All she wanted was for this moment to last. She ached for it to lead to something wonderful and true, something safe and sure, something that could be love.
Chill
Forcing herself to descend the worn staircase, Adelaide clutched her dagger closer to her chest. The hilt radiated heat. By the time she’d reached the bottom of the stairs, Adelaide had begun to wish she’d stayed at Castle Belmont, or had gone straight to the docks to inquire about the medicine directly with Mistress Scrabs’s privateer. But it was too late to turn back now.
Adelaide did her best to tamp down the chill that crawled down her spine. The voices became more distinguishable with each step she took. She stuck to the shadows between the bouncing light cast by the flickering lanterns, hiding behind crates and barrels scattered throughout the cellar and along the walls.
Hand
“Most people who are ‘all right’ don’t wince,” Archduke Hughes said, observing her closely. “If you’re injured, say so.”
“I…well, it’s my wrist,” Adelaide finally conceded. “But I’m sure it’s just a minor sprain. Thank you for your concern, Your Grace.”
The Archduke hummed, his lips pursed. He didn’t ask as he grasped hold of her hand once more and gingerly maneuvered it to examine her wrist.
“William, don’t just stand there, bring me my bag,” he called to the other rider.
Work
As he passed by Viktor’s stall, the gray steed tried to nip at his cloak. Gavin held a finger up to his lips and hushed him. Gavin offered him a carrot, knowing Viktor had worked just as tirelessly on their journey to transport the Eye of Behelwer. The horse accepted it graciously, making Gavin shake his head. He would be so lucky if Aves greeted him the same way. Moving on to the next stall, Gavin watched as Aves turned his back to the stall door as Gavin stopped to unlatch the bolt.
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Only Fools Rush In
pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett
summary: When Benedict gets locked in the library, he doesn't expect to meet a petite blonde who was going to change his life... they say only fools rush in... but these two... they can't help but be fools
warnings: Library sex, First Dates, semi-public sex, Fingering, Blow Jobs, minors DNI
word count: 10498 words
author's note: this was previous only on AO3 and i know it was a favourite of a few and I found a copy. this will be the only version going forward.
Benedict didn't mean to be locked in the library that night.
It was the night before a major essay was due to be handed in, and the only books available to provide the answers were the kind you couldn't check out of the building.
Fair enough, he shouldn't have left it so late, but he was fairly confident he could dash off the 1,000 words required within a few hours. So when he turned up at seven-ish, fresh from a post-rowing practice shower, he wasn't even rushed.
Benedict had to admit he wasn't exactly a familiar face around the library, and not well informed about its opening hours.
The problem was, half his class was in there, sitting round that same wide table in the humanities section, and there were only so many copies of the key texts available. That meant he had to wait.
The minutes and the hours ticked away, and he did everything he could to persuade his classmates to allow him some time with the books he needed, he had look over people's shoulders, he had grab a few moments when they were in the bathroom, he even told one guy his car was about to be towed.
By the time he got hold of the information he needed, he had little more than an hour remaining before the library would close. Now he was rushed.
One thing that gave him a little comfort was that some of his fellow classmates seemed to be in more of a panic than he was and a few of them even turned up there later than he did.
By the time the fateful hour approached, when the lights would flash and the announcement came around that it was time to vacate the building, he was writing so fast his fingers were numb, but he was still nowhere close to being finished.
As most of the others packed up and headed home, incidentally, leaving all those invaluable books just lying around on their table -- he was left considering his options. Could he smuggle some of these books out with him? They were pretty huge books, pretty heavy.
Could he persuade Mr Hill to give him an extension without a valid reason? He doubted it. they didn't call him "Mentally" Hill for nothing and he really had absolutely no excuse for being late with his assignment.
However, at that stage, he honestly believed he could finish enough notes to complete his assignment within about 15 to 20 minutes. if he could survive being thrown out of the building for that long, he might just about escape with his academic record intact.
He assumed the library staff would check the building to ensure it was empty, and that if he headed up to the top floor, it would take them the longest time to discover him. So, he headed up there, to a fairly dark floor taken up mostly by Modern Languages, where he wove his way through the aisles to the furthest point he could from the central staircase.
There was a small desk there, poorly lit, where he could crash and wait for the inevitable angry librarian.
he was writing like a man possessed, his fingers scrabbling frantically over the pages to scribble down as many quotes and references as he could muster. he actually felt better and better with every passing minute, thinking that he was getting closer and closer to survival. he even relaxed a little, and forgot about the threat of the library hunter-gatherers.
And then the lights went out.
It was pretty spooky in there with the lights extinguished, it had to be said.
Partly, he had to blame Ghostbusters for putting the image of an undead librarian firmly in his head. It was mainly that which made him scrabble to stuff his precious notes into his pack and rush out of there -- he didn't really worry about what the librarians would say. What could they do? Give him detention? Not in University!
There was some illumination in the central stairway, coming from a set of lights that were clearly meant to guide the way in an emergency -- so he slowed to a leisurely pace on the way down the steps towards the ground level.
The thought that he might arrive at the front desk to find nobody there did not even cross his mind until he arrived.
"Hello?"
Silence.
"Uh... hello?"
Turning the lights off must have been the very last thing the library staff did before vacating the building. The doors at the front of the building were very firmly locked. He tried shaking them, in that pointless way that never works with locked doors.
He was trapped.
Even the main controls for the lights were out there in the lobby, sealed off just beyond reach. It was going to have to remain dark in here.
After a moment or two flexing his core muscles, he pulled out his mobile. Naturally, it being the modern digital age and all that, there was no reception. Typical.
With a moan and a sigh, he traipsed back up the steps, hoping that there might be some way that mobile signals might penetrate all these books to reach his little lump of plastic, maybe he had better chances if he climbed higher up in the building.
A couple of flights up, and he nearly had a heart attack, a pale figure was approaching him,
Benedict had never really believed in ghosts, but when you're on your own in a big empty building like that, such scepticism can fade.
After an initial shock, however, he saw that it wasn't a phantom. It was one of his classmates, a very pretty blonde by the name of Sophie.
She was wearing white sneakers, sweatpants and a jacket in the pale blue and white colours of the University gymnastics squad, her long, blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. She was hugging her books in front like some kind of shield, and looking back at him as though he might be some kind of ghost himself.
He didn't really know Sophie at all they both recognised each other from various classes, of course, but he couldn’t say they'd ever shared even a word during their classes. The place was big, their social circles just never crossed.
"Hey," she said a little breathlessly.
"Hey," he returned. "Looks like we're locked in."
"They just left?" she said, wrinkling her brow with a touch of outrage. "They didn't check if anyone was still here?"
"If they did, they didn't do it very well. I am just heading upstairs, there's no signal down there if you wanna come," he waggled his phone as an explanation.
She nodded, and stepped aside to let him through, before following closely behind as he continued the climb back up towards the top floor.
"Where were you?" he asked as they progressed up the seemingly endless steps. "When the lights went out, I mean."
"I was kind of hiding," she admitted.
"Trying to get the essay done before we got thrown out?"
"You too?" she flashed a heart-stopping smile, damn, she was really pretty.
he nodded, trying not to seem like he was staring at her. It was difficult not to, though, she was really beautiful. He was a little surprised he hadn't taken more notice of her in class.
She explained: "I had to come here straight after practice tonight, our coach kept us late. Only had an hour to work on the essay before the lights went out."
"Trying to squeeze in an extra few minutes, huh?"
"Yeah, you'd think they would've found me, though, maybe told me to leave before they went all dungeon-esque."
He was checking his phone all the way up, but by the time they got to the top floor, he still wasn't having any luck.
"Lets try over by the windows," he suggested, and she was happy enough to come along. By now, she'd dug her own mobile out of a pocket, but it appeared she was unable to get a signal either.
The windows ran round three sides of the floor, and at least allowed a little light in from the streetlamps outside. It splashed everything over there in a dull orange tint that made his new companion seem more like a ginger than a blonde.
There was to be no joy with either phone and Sophie pointed out a laminated print-out tacked to a column support that stated firmly: "No mobiles".
"Maybe they have some kind of blocking system so people can't use their phones," she suggested. "I heard they use those in cinemas and theatres."
he nodded dejectedly, but then suggested: "There must be a landline or two down at the front desk."
"What about the computers?" she said. "We could email for help."
"You need to get a password before they'll work," he said.
"Oh that's right."
And, as it turned out, it seemed like you needed some kind of password or code to use the phones down at the front desk. It wasn't as simple as dial nine to get an outside line, at any rate.
"Nine-nine-nine?" Sophie suggested.
"Let's see if there's another way out before we try that one," he said. To be honest, he felt a little too guilty to opt for the emergency number, they weren't in any immediate danger, after all, and to dial 999 might deprive someone else from a call out that might be a little more urgent.
"I was supposed to meet up with my friends later," she said. "Maybe they'll wonder where I am and send a search party."
For the next twenty minutes or so, they formed a search party and scoured the ground-level, searching from some kind of secret back door or a device to communicate with the outside.
There was nothing except a couple of fire doors, those kind that have bars on that you can push to open, but then sets off a fire alarm.
"Should we?" Sophie asked.
The issue was the notice plastered all over the door warning of £2,000 fines if the alarm was activated when it wasn't an emergency.
"It is a kind of emergency," he said.
"I'm not sure I really want to risk a £2,000 fine."
"Me neither."
They looked at each other for a moment. She had really pretty eyes, even in the dull glow of the fire door's emergency light. Just looking at her made him catch his breath a little. He was thinking it would be safer to spend the night in the library, that the threat of a £2,000 fine was too much, even with the possibility of them arguing their way out of it.
And he was also thinking it wouldn't be so bad to spend a few hours with this rather beautiful girl.
"My friends will call for help eventually," Sophie said as their pause got just that little bit too long. "I'm sure of it."
Benedict suggested; "Maybe a security guard or someone will poke their head in the door some time soon."
She smiled again, melting his insides. "Maybe. So, should we go find somewhere comfortable to sit?"
"Sure. I think the best place is probably the English Lit section there's beanbags and armchairs and so on."
"Great!"
They went up to the second floor, and sure enough found some relatively comfortable armchairs, where ordinarily the English majors could read their fiction and pretend it was work. There was even a carpeted floor, which made things seem a little warmer, although he was aware that the temperature was already beginning to drop, the heating was no longer on.
They found an area close to the windows, where at least there was a little light, although the orange glow was hardly enough to read anything by.
There was nothing but conversation to help them pass the time, and although it seemed to flow pretty freely between them, he was a little worried they'd run out of things to say at some point, and enter some kind of awkward zone.
"It's kind of funny how we've never actually spoken before," she said. "I mean it's not such a big course or anything."
"Yeah, I've been kind of immersed in the world of rowing. Those guys kind of keep to a certain crowd"
"I hear you guys are pretty good. I don't get to any of the competitions because we usually have some competition or other"
"Well, we're okay. We won't win any major championships this year, but we're winning more races than we're losing. I seem to spend most of my time competing by myself rather than with the main team anyway. How's your competition going?"
"Oh, not bad. I have a desk drawer full of various medals but I don't think any of us will make it to the Olympics, but there's a chance at the national finals for a few of us."
She sat quite close, there might have been some light from the windows, but the rest of the library was fairly intimidating, and it seemed safer to be closer together. He thought, if he leaned over, he could have touched her at that point.
At any rate, they were close enough for him to detect the faint air of her sweet perfume, and that seemed to lull him into a dreamy state as they talked.
They discussed their sports, a little about class and their classmates. they basically had no friends, even distant friends, in common.
And the theme they came back to was their complete shortage of time for things like dating. Both of them had strenuous training schedules for their sports, and there was little time to get out and meet new people.
Then at one point, Sophie said: "I'm glad I was locked in with you."
Something ignited inside him at that, but she corrected herself quickly: "I mean, I don't think I could have dealt with being on my own in here."
Benedict smiled, but underneath the surface, he thought he preferred to ignore her correction. Still, brushing over her mistake, if that's what it was, he said: "I think anyone would be pretty intimidated by this place in the dark if they were on their own."
"I think if I'd been on my own, Iwould have been straight out those fire doors, to hell with the consequences," she said.
"Maybe we should," he suggested. "I mean, we've got to be able to say this is an emergency, right?"
"I don't know. Maybe. But if they do hit us with a fine like that, that would probably be it for me, I'd have to move home, go to night school or something."
"That would be a shame," he said, then it was his turn to correct himself: "I mean, you'd have to quit the gymnastics squad and so on."
She smiled, and then tilted her head a little, like she was suddenly thinking about him in a new way.
There was a brief pause, perhaps a little too long, for while he was thinking about breaking the silence, she said: "It's simpler this way. Why risk it?"
"It won't be so bad waiting, I'm sure," he said, trying to be reassuring.
"It would be like going on a date," she said brightly, but then again seemed to feel she'd gone too far, amending herself: "I mean, you know, except it isn't."
he thought if there'd been enough light, he had probably have seen her blush right then.
"We can tell people we were on a date," he suggested, trying to defuse the tension that seemed to have crept in a little. "Less embarrassing than 'I got stuck in the library'."
"Yeah, a lot less embarrassing," she laughed. "So what happens at the end of the night? I mean, if we don't get rescued. I don't usually sleep with guys on the first date."
"We'll just have to try and stay awake," he said. "It's getting a little cold, do you want my jacket?"
She smiled, "I have a jacket. And that would leave you cold, so what good would that be?"
She had a point, but he did see her shiver a little. Maybe she'd get cold enough to move towards the decision to make a run for it through the fire door downstairs. Or, as he was beginning to hope, maybe she'd prefer to stay, and to snuggle up for warmth.
Then again Maybe one of her friends would raise the alarm before then.
"Why don't we go for another wander around?" she asked. "That'll keep us warm."
So they did another tour of the library, a little less rushed than before, when they were looking for a quick exit.
As they wandered, from aisle to aisle, section to section and floor to floor, he found out more about Sophie's relatively sheltered upbringing in rural Hampshire, while he told her a little about his early days in Kent.
They were heading back down towards the English Lit section, since there was really nowhere else as comfortable to settle down for long periods at a time, when they stumbled upon a janitor's closet in the central stairwell.
they had been checking out every door they came across by this point, every nook and cranny, so he was sure they would have found this closet eventually. It wasn't particularly exciting, you might say, except that there was a flashlight in there.
That got both of them quite excited.
"We'll be able to signal people on the outside!" he said.
"Oh, yeah, that's a great idea!" she said, as though she hadn't been thinking about the obvious use for the flashlight, as he had.
"What were you thinking we'd do with it?" he asked.
"I... uh... just thought it would be nice to have some light," she said, and as he turned the flashlight on to bathe her pretty face in light, her expression told him she agreed her idea was a little on the lame side.
"Maybe if I'm going to tell my friends I was on a date," she said instead, "I might need to tell them what you look like?"
She playfully grabbed the flashlight off him, and put the light right back into his face, dazzling him.
"Come on," she said, "let's go try out your signalling plan."
They went back to the windows in the English Lit section, figuring it was close enough to the ground to catch people's attention, but they were a little tired of walking around by then, so crashing there seemed like a good long-term strategy.
The windows ran all the way along the wall, but had a nice wide sill that could be, and usually was, used by students to sit on. It even had cushions lining it. So, naturally enough, they found themselves sitting there, Sophie leaning back against a column with her legs outstretched, and him kneeling by her feet, facing the glass itself, flickering the flashlight at the outside world.
He was pleased that the flashlight made a clear circle of light on the pavement below the building, if anyone walked by, they would have to see it.
The trouble was, nobody walked by.
"How long do you think the battery will last?" she asked after a while, disappointment in her voice.
"It's pretty bright," he replied. "Should last a fair while."
"Can you see anybody?"
"Nope. Sorry."
"It's not your fault nobody's around."
"I'm sorry our date sucks."
She giggled. "It's not the worst date I've ever been on," she said. "Not by a long shot."
"I guess it could be a lot worse than this," he conceded.
"A lot of my friends would be jealous, if they knew I was on a date with a hot rower," she said, seeming less afraid to make such a forward remark now.
"When I take someone out on a real date, I'd at least make sure there was some drink available, maybe even something to eat."
"There's a vending machine over there?"
"You want something?"
"No," she said, and in the streetlight he could see that broad smile of hers again, so beautiful it made his heart sing. "Maybe you'll just have to take me out on a proper date some time," she added with a sly smile.
"I'd love to," Benedict said, feeling like the last remaining ice between them was now well and truly thawing. "Would we call that the first date or the second?"
"I don't know."
"'Cause I've heard you don't sleep with a guy on the first date."
Sophie threw a book at him after that comment, and they both laughed, and he thought he caught her looking at him with something of a twinkle in her eye.
There was really nobody around, the library wasn't on the way anywhere, but that night it seemed like people were making a particular effort to stay away. Didn't campus security do any patrols?
After a while, there seemed no point in carrying on with the spotlight efforts and he switched the flashlight off.
Benedict suggested getting some drinks, but as they got to the vending machine over by the entrance to the stairwell, he didn't have much change on him and the machine didn't seem to be accepting notes.
"Here," Sophie said, retrieving some coins from a pocket.
their hands touched as she handed them to him, and it was hard not to notice how cold she felt.
"You're really cold," he said, concerned.
"I'm okay," she said, but he thought he even noticed her shivering a little.
he put out his hands in request for hers, which she offered somewhat meekly, her little fib revealed. Her skin was like ice, so cold she could have been a corpse especially if he considered her complexion was fairly pale aside and her lustrous blonde hair. As he held them in his, however, her hands did warm up a little.
Holding her, touching her, there was an amazing energy between them. He caressed her hands a little, ostensibly to help warm them up, but it was a little more than that.
"We could try making a run for it," he offered. "We could tell them we were freezing..."
"No, I'll be okay," she said, looking at him with those big green eyes, "I... I like being here with you."
That made him feel all warm inside. He didn't know what to say.
"Maybe I just need to run up and down the stairs a little," she said. "That'll warm me up."
She broke away from him, and suddenly leaned over backwards, making him jump a little, he didn’t know, he thought she'd fainted or something, he supposed but instead of collapsing, she just learned gracefully into a casual flip, her hands confidently placed on the floor, her feet flicking daintily over the rest of her body before touching back down on the floor so that she could right herself.
"I'll be alright," she said, with a little grin at his obvious look of wonderment.
He knew gymnasts were supposed to be flexible, but her display caught him a little off-guard.
"I wish I could do that," he said.
"I could teach you," she smirked.
"I don't think so!"
They decided to split a Coke to keep a lid on their limited supply of coins, and headed back towards the windows, since the extra light made it the least intimidating place to settle. However, this time they grabbed some bean bags from the reading area, in order to make that still a little more comfortable.
On the way back, Sophie performed a few more little cartwheels, showing off her little frame and somehow still managing to keep a grip on her bean bag.
She really was stunningly beautiful. It made Benedict want to watch her actually compete, and not only because he had got to see her without her training gear on, although he imagined that would be a delicious sight.
"See?" She said, "I've warmed up a little already."
"Great. Now if only I could do a little gymnastics..."
they settled in again, with Sophie again sitting up against that column support, and him sitting at her feet.
This time, they kicked off their shoes, and ended up much closer than the last time they were there, close enough for him to be able to breathe in her subtle but sweet scent. he savoured her alluring perfume, breathing deeply but trying not to make it too obvious the effect she was having on him.
"It's getting pretty late," she said, checking the time on her redundant phone. "I guess his friends have forgotten all about me."
"Mine probably assume I'm drunk in some gutter somewhere."
"I've never been on a first date this long before," she said.
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" he asked, grappling with that age-old male inability to decipher the female code, while also slightly concerned that his comment about being drunk in a gutter somewhere might have suddenly put her off.
"Oh, definitely a good thing," she smiled, and he felt a strange sense of relief sweep over him. Then she said: "No, I just thought that it's kind of like having two dates in one."
"Well, I suppose if we end up drifting off to sleep, that'll mean your first-date rule is safe," he suggested.
"I guess so," she said. "And we'd skip that awkward 'will he or won't he call' thing after a first date."
They both chuckled at that.
Then he stuck his proverbial neck out, and said: "So if our next date is our third date, does that mean you'll sleep with me then as well?"
There was a slight pause, which seemed to him to take an age to end. Had he taken things too far? Was she going to bolt out of here and rush for that fire door, to Hell with the consequences? Maybe he had disappointed her, maybe he was being crude.
But her mouth curled into a seductive smile, and she said: "Well, that just depends."
"Depends on what?" he said, innocently enough.
Then she was up on all fours, her pretty face moving towards his. She said, "On how good a kisser you are."
Sophie leaned forward, and he could not believe his luck. his world was filled with her pretty face, her sweet fragrance, her soft yet burning lips.
After his initial shock at their sudden dash to first base, he tentatively kissed her back, echoing her delicate exploration of his own lips, gazing into those sultry eyes as he breathed nothing but her glorious scent, a heady mix of sweet vanilla perfume and the subtle mustiness of her natural aroma.
he was quite breathless when at last they parted.
"Wow," she said, apparently as breathless as him.
"So did I pass?"
"Hmm..." she said, shuffling forward. "Well, I think you passed the first part of the test."
"How many parts are there?"
"Oh, lots."
Then she leaned forwards again, and once again they were sharing the sweetest of kisses. He was burning up inside, he had never kissed anyone like this before, her effect on him was like some kind of drug.
As they tangled, he touched her soft cheek, marvelling at her beauty. He gently cradled her head as their tongues danced together, and it wasn't long before her hands swept up to press him towards her, and they were locked in the most incredible heat.
"You know the perfect way to warm a girl up," she said as they parted again, both a little short on oxygen.
"Happy to be of service," he said.
"We might have to cool down a bit."
"Too much for a second date?"
"Too much for being this close to the windows!" she giggled.
"There's absolutely nobody around!"
"But there might be!"
"You want to stop?" he asked, wondering what they'd do instead, since there was now a whole different kind of energy between them.
"No," she smiled slyly, then picked up her bean bag and dropped it onto the floor beside them. "Just relocate slightly."
he dropped his own bean bag next to hers, and they did as she suggested, and were soon happily entangled once again.
Being on the floor gave them a lot more room, a lot more freedom. Benedict drew out the band from her ponytail, and as he kissed her mouth, he was able to run his fingers through her silky hair.
he caressed her face, her chin, her slender neck, luxuriating in the velvet-soft texture of her skin, teasing out a quiet moan from this exquisite creature.
The bean bags were surprisingly accommodating as they writhed together, Sophie now clamping her coltish legs around his body, pressing herself close. He could tell that all her gymnastics training made her extremely strong, as well as flexible.
he kissed his way slowly down from underneath her left ear, down her neck, and her moans grew a little in intensity.
"Oh that's nice," she moaned when he approached the base of her neck.
But then when he moved his fingers to her throat to unzip her training top, he met with resistance.
"Wait," she whispered, "I didn't get time to shower after gymnastics."
"It doesn't matter," he said, with a soothing tone he hoped to encourage her to open up, without feeling in any way forced. "I want you. just the way you are."
He tasted her lips once again, and felt her resistance melt away, and she was actively unfastening her training jacket by herself, drawing the zip slowly down her chest to reveal the sleek, dark material of her leotard beneath.
he felt her petite frame rise to his touch as his hands roamed over her tight leotard, exploring her tantalising curves. She had a fairly typical gymnast's figure, he guessed, slim and agile, with a flat stomach and small waist, while her breasts were fairly large, they appeared very sensitive to his soft caresses.
She was so hot to the touch, even through her leotard, the material seemed to be a perfect conductor of her heat.
he brushed his palms gently over her chest, finding her nipples hard now, poking up against the thin material. Through her leotard, he teased the little buttons, forcing out some louder moans from Sophie though their lips were still locked firmly together, while her pretty eyes flashed at him with unbridled lust.
As he continued to caress the soft curves of her breasts, grazing her nipples with the tips of his fingers, he slowly kissed his way down her neck once again, taking it further this time without the hindrance of her jacket, to the edge of her gymnastics costume.
That daintily musty aroma from her earlier workout was a touch stronger lower down, but only seemed to spur him on, stirring his blood and making his heart pound in his chest.
He wanted so much more.
He was careful to watch for any signs that she might be uncomfortable with how far they were taking this, they had, after all, only really known each other for a brief time. But she seemed in no mood to stop, quietly groaning as he took one of her little buds in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue through the thin leotard while his hands continued to coax her breasts and sweep down to explore the elegant curves of her waist and back.
"You're so beautiful," he said in barely more than a whisper, and she just beamed at him in reply before moaning once again as he slipped his fingers under the edge of her relatively low-cut leotard, to glide over her bare skin and down to those stiff little nipples.
he felt her tremble as he touched her bare breasts, her body writhing at the sensations flowing through her.
Stroking her nipples with his fingers, he caressed her belly with his lips, breathing in that alluring scent while planting kisses over her graceful contours. Her aroma grew stronger as he approached the waistband of her sweatpants and he thought he detected the first traces of her arousal.
he couldn't get enough of it. Call him greedy if you will, but he just wanted more and more.
Fearing that she'd feel they were going too far, that she'd call a halt to everything any moment, he very gradually nudged against the top of her sweatpants, gently easing the material downwards to edge closer and closer towards her promised land.
Each time he got a little closer, he kissed his way back up her stomach to her breasts, taking her stiff little nipples back inside his hot mouth, albeit through her leotard.
Her breathing was more like a series of sighs now, she was lying back with her head turned to the side, just letting the sensations wash over her. She didn't look as though she wanted to stop any time soon.
The adrenalin was buzzing around his system, his heart beating like a drum in a rock band. He paused, wondering if he should play it safe, take it slow, and keep to the area they had already explored.
It has to be said, it was already quite far for a first date, whatever they were calling it now. he would have been perfectly happy if she wanted to slow it down, of course, but there and then he decided he wasn't going to take the safe option just then. he had stop if she wanted, but the possibilities were so tantalising, he had to at least try.
Subtly, attempting to avoid any chance that she'd suddenly become afraid or nervous, he shifted slightly, downwards, still lying beside her where she had the option to flee if she needed to, but coming to rest in a position where he could pursue a more thrilling course.
He was kissing delicately along the thin material of her leotard, just above her waistline but again nudging her sweatpants down a little, when she reached down to unfasten the cord tied around her waist. If this wasn't an invitation to continue, he doesn't know what it was.
It set his pulse racing again, the thought buzzing around his head that this exquisite creature was opening herself up to him, that he might get to sample her sweet nectar , even after just a few hours of knowing her.
He felt like the luckiest guy in the world, and once she had the knot unfastened, he gently slid her sweatpants down over her slender hips, revealing the rest of her leotard, her sweet mound, her smooth thighs. She actively helped him to pull the garment off her, boosting his own confidence and reassuring him a little that she was warm enough to part with it just then.
"You think we're moving beyond the realms of the second date?" she said, looking down at him with those big doe eyes.
"You want to stop?" he asked, with a sly smile that implied that he was fairly sure she didn't.
"We could just call this the start of our third date," she said, one of her hands running through his hair.
"That sounds good to me," he said, kissing her upper thigh, just below the high-cut arch of her leotard, tasting that slight saltiness on her skin.
Then she touched his chin, tilted his head up to look into her eyes, and she said: "You don't have to. I mean, I know I had gymnastics earlier and"
"I can't get enough of you," he said interrupting her, kissing her lower abdomen just an inch or two above that exhilarating rise of her mound.
"Mmm... then take whatever you want..." she replied with a moan that made him quiver inside.
He kissed the bare skin over her hips, then down to her inner thighs, indulging himself in her beauty, her velvet skin, and that fizzing sense of anticipation as he edged closer to the very centre of her arousal.
Her skin was already warm to the touch, but as he moved closer to the edge of her leotard, the heat grew noticeably, along with the unmistakable aroma of her juices.
Then he was brushing over her mound, her leotard moist to the touch, his nose and mouth pressing gently into her raw heat. He had repositioned himself between her slender thighs, and it was like every one of his senses was saturated with her.
Sophie was lying back again, her eyes closed, her arms by her sides, her hands clutching at the beanbag beneath her as he ran his tongue slowly along the thin material covering her pussy.
Tasting her, such a glorious spicy cocktail, now it was his turn to moan softly, letting out his own feelings while letting her know just how much he loved to be there, just how much he adored such intimate contact. She seemed to relax a little at this reassurance, to know he wasn't just doing this to impress her, to make her feel good.
he spread his hot mouth over her lycra-covered pussy, pressing against her and feeling that slight give in the centre, her pussy lips opening up to him.
Her gentle moans gave way to a gasp as he peeled her leotard aside to reveal her pussy to the cool air and, despite the relatively poor lighting conditions, his gaze. So beautiful, so smooth under its tidy patch of dark hair, her fragrant flower drew him in.
She trembled as she felt first his hot breath on her sensitive folds, then the soft touch of his lips. Oh-so briefly, he tasted her from the source, and her moans seemed to turn almost to pleading, but rather than pile in, he moved back for a moment, kissing her inner thighs again, taking in that wonderful sight before he got too close.
Then his burning mouth returned to her soft pussy lips, and he was kissing her there, licking her, playing with her, dipping his tongue inside her to sample her sweet nectar.
He was moaning again as he tasted her spice, revelling in his being so close to her, so connected. He gently parted her legs a little more to offer him maximum access as his tongue traced the length of her slick valley, lapping up her juices.
And then he was kissing around her little clitoris, warming up the sensitive little bud before getting too close, using his fingers to caress her pussy lips before sliding gently inside her.
Her moans soon turned to blissful cries, his mouth engulfing her clit even as her pussy engulfed his middle finger, her labia tight around it in a manner that made his cock rock hard down below.
Moving from lapping up her now freely flowing juices to taking her clit into his mouth, he felt she was beginning to move towards some kind of resolution. he started to suck her clit a little more forcefully, and with his finger sought out that sensitive spot on the front wall of her pussy.
She was writhing about under him by now, his tongue flicking over her clit, his finger being squeezed by her gymnast's muscles.
And she was coming, trembling and crying out as she did so, his tongue now swirling around her soaking labia, his nose pressed against her burning clit, her hands clamping his head to her pulsating pussy, her thighs pressing against his ears.
When her grip relaxed, he knew enough to break away from her sensitive zone, loving that the taste of her remained on his lips.
"Oh God..." was all she said for a while, over and over, breathless, lolling back as though drained of all energy. Then, "That's never happened before."
Moving up beside her, he couldn't help the curiosity: "Really?"
"I didn't think boys like to -- you know."
they edged closer to him, turning to face away from him so that He could spoon up against her.
"Some do," He said. "With the right person."
She let out a little satisfied sigh, almost a mew. "I've never felt anything like it. It was the most amazing feeling."
"It was pretty amazing for me, too," He smiled, and glanced at his watch, hoisting his eyebrows a little at the apparent fact that he had been between her thighs for about half an hour.
"I take it You like it?"
"With you, I adore it."
"How come?"
"Are you kidding? Getting that close to someone as stunning as you? How could I not? You know your pheromones can drive a guy crazy? And I was mainlining..."
"You are crazy," she said, "that's true enough."
Wedged up against her, he couldn't help but sweep his hands over her, taking in her tight curves, her wonderfully smooth skin. He moved her hair out of the way and kissed the back of her neck, the warm smell of her hair and her perfume seeming so comforting to him.
"Mmm... if you're not careful, you'll get me going again in a minute," she said, his hands brushing over her tender breasts, down her stomach.
"That's fine by me," he said softly, kissing her ear.
She smiled, "But it's my turn."
"Your turn?"
"Don't you know the rules? I show you mine, you have to show me yours."
"Ah. Well, if those are the rules..."
"They are," she insisted, and suddenly picked herself up. "I am going to get another drink, and then I'm going to take what's mine.
She did a little twirl and without putting on the rest of her clothes, she padded off towards the vending machine, performing a few little cartwheels along the way.
He watched her as she was consumed by the shadows, and then emerged in the light of the stairwell and the vending machine itself. He still had her flavour on his lips, and he savoured it, his loins now stirring at the anticipation of her return.
A loud clang from the vending machine, and she was on her way back, sipping as she went.
"You want some?" she asked as she came to a halt in front of him.
"Sure," he said, pulling himself up to his feet.
She gave him the bottle, and as he took a swig, she nearly choked him in surprise as her hands scoped out the hardness between his thighs.
"Mmm..." she grinned. "What have we got here?"
Dropping down to kneel in front of him, she quite suddenly slid his pants down over his hips, exposing him to the cold air.
"You really mean business!" he laughed.
Sophie seemed to catch her breath, then purred, "Oh, it's beautiful. Can I touch it?"
"Could I ever say 'no' to you?"
"I hope not!"
he felt her cool hands tentatively touch his stiff cock, taking in its shape, its hardness, stroking his shaft a little.
Then she leaned forward to kiss it, and he felt her hot breath on his sensitive organ. She traced his shaft with her tongue, starting towards the base, then slowly moving towards the end, planting the occasional kiss as she went along. She was trying it out, exploring.
"So smooth," she said.
"I might need to sit down," he said.
With a smile, she put a foot down on his pants so that he would have to remove them to relocate, which he did without much protest. he perched on the window seat once more, his back to the window to shield them from the prying eyes that Sophie thought might be there, though really were not.
She placed a bean bag between his feet and knelt down in front of him once again.
"Ready?" she asked, flashing a broad smile with those beautiful eyes somehow lit up.
he replied: "more than."
"Okay," she said, then gave him a serious look for a moment, "and don't you stop until you're ready , if you get my meaning."
"Whatever you say."
Then he felt his cock engulfed in her warmth, her tongue swirling around his sensitive tip while she seemed to roll the head of his cock around her mouth, letting it fill her, then withdraw, then refill that wonderful hotness, those pretty lips stretched around him.
he could do little but gasp at the sensations rippling through his body, he was having a hard time remembering to support himself as he leaned back towards the window.
As she tended to him with her mouth, she also used her hands to explore him, taking in his thighs and calves as well as up to his hard cock. She cradled his balls softly and flashed him a cheeky smile.
Then she was focussing all efforts on his erection, teasing out a deep moan from him as she upped the tempo, her head beginning to bob up and down on his shaft.
It was wonderful, and the adoration in her eyes when she looked up at him just took it to a whole new level, and he knew he wouldn't last long. The vibrations from her own breathing and little moans helped build up this energy inside him that could not be held back.
he could feel his orgasm surging up, and for a moment, hoped he hadn't misinterpreted her earlier request for him to keep going. The energy bubbled up inside him, and suddenly it was too late to hold back, his cock throbbing as his hot seed emerged.
Sophie seemed happy enough to take his come in her mouth, and as he came down from the great high she'd taken him to, she was lapping at his softening cock and making little contented noises.
"God you have a beautiful cock," she said, pulling away from him as he became just that little bit too sensitive to continue.
"I just can't get enough."
he returned her smile, "You can have as much as you like," he said.
"I'll hold you to that, mister."
He felt the cold pretty quickly afterwards, and reached for his pants as Sophie took to performing a few cartwheels in front of him.
"Are you not a little cold?" he asked, since she seemed in no hurry to put on her training jacket or sweatpants.
"Not even a little bit!" she said mid-spin, "feels like I'm burning up inside!"
She came to a halt and stepped between his legs, where he could hold onto her, his hands pressed to her little waist. True enough, he could feel her heat through that thin leotard -- she wasn't even a little bit cold.
"I'm buzzing all over," she said, her elfin face so beautiful as she looked down at him like that, smouldering with desire.
he couldn't help but slip his hands round to her shapely little butt, and ducked forward to plant a kiss just above her mound.
He knew what she meant -- it felt like a thousand Christmases happening at once, he was still shaking a little from the raw adrenaline flowing through his system as a result of merely being with this hot little gymnast. But underneath that, he could tell well enough how cold it was.
"I think I might need some chocolate to get my energy back," he said.
Thankfully, the vending machine was relatively well stocked with calorific candy bars, no doubt to keep those little grey cells going when students were up against their deadlines. They had enough change for a Mars Bar each, which they both devoured like ravenous beasts, perched on the nearest step in the stairwell.
"So I've lost track of which date we're on now," he said between mouthfuls of chocolate.
"I think we must be on number five or six by now," she said. "The things you did to me, we must be."
"So does that mean it's all right for us to sleep together?"
"I think it's now required," she grinned.
"So what's next?"
Sophie jumped to her feet, then reached out for his hands, which he presented to her only to be pulled up himself. "Next," she said, "we should head up to the top floor."
"What's up there?"
"Oh, nothing much..." there was a glint in her eye.
So, curious as to what was on her mind, he followed her up to the top of the building, where it turned out her target was the female restroom.
"See you in a minute," she said, stopping him outside the door.
She went inside, and the door closed behind her, leaving him waiting there, standing in the glow from the stairwell and facing the dark shelves. He was beginning to wonder what she was planning, but then she came back out, too quick for a bathroom break, he thought.
"That was quick," he said.
"Got what I came for," she said, with that mischievous glint in her eyes again.
She held up her hand, and inside it was a box of condoms.
"Are you shocked?" she asked meekly.
He was Rock hard between his thighs, he thought his cock was making some kind of a statement, but his brain was a little unsure what to say.
In a little haze of lust and surprise, he said: "Well, if we are on date five or six..."
"Exactly," she grinned, and walked past him. "Come on, I can't wait."
She walked into the bookshelves, no longer concerned about the darkness in fact, actively seeking it out, walking along a crack in the floor tiles like it was a balancing beam. As she went, he couldn't help but stare at her sexy butt squeezed inside that leotard.
A moment later, he managed to break out of his daze, scampering after his horny little gymnast.
"Must be a table around here, somewhere," she was saying as he caught up. There was, and she didn't waste a moment perching on its edge, holding out her arms to pull him towards her.
They kissed again, the sparks flying as her tongue slipped inside his mouth. As they tangled, her hands were pulling his clothes off, and his hands were in her hair, then slipping down to the neckline of her leotard and under the thin material.
"Wait," she said, stopping him from peeling it off her. "I want you to fuck me in my gymnastics costume."
"Okay..."
She grinned, "Maybe it'll be my lucky suit from now on."
Then off came his boxers, and Sophie was tearing open a condom packet, peeling the thing down his erect cock.
He stopped briefly, nudging aside her damp leotard to reveal the pretty petals of her open pussy. He kissed around it a little, savouring her juices and running his tongue up to envelope her clit in his hot mouth.
She was already so wet he just craved that tangy, saltiness of her pussy one last time before he filled it.
Then she was coaxing him upwards and forwards, pulling him close so his hardness pressed against her heat.
"Fuck me," she said, gazing into his eyes.
Careful to keep their protection in place, he touched the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy, feeling that irresistible heat radiating from her as he nudged forwards.
Looking in her beautiful almond eyes, he eased inside her, sliding his shaft into her tightness, feeling her enclose him, her feet coming up behind him to pull him in. Her arousal was obvious as he glided inside her, her juices coating his cock.
"Oh God, that's amazing," she breathed. He thought he murmured something in reply, but it was all a little overwhelming to say anything intelligible.
he withdrew, and the expression on her pretty face was almost one of pleading, desperate for more. Slick with her juices already, he thrust his cock back inside her, his entire shaft tingling with the ecstatic sensations of her hot pussy enveloping him and the exquisite feeling of being inside such a beautiful girl as Sophie.
Gazing back into his eyes, his pretty little gymnast let out a quiet gasp, her lips spreading in a blissful smile.
they moved together, slowly at first, though building up pace in no time. Kissing her, caressing her, holding her, it was the most blissful sensation he had ever experienced. Her pussy was so firm, so hot as it squeezed his shaft.
She lay back against the tabletop, and his hands found their way around her smooth curves to the gentle rise of her chest, and her hard little nipples straining against her leotard.
The air was thick with the scent of her arousal, blended with her perfume, which seemed to drive him on like some kind of magic.
Then, quite suddenly, all the lights in the library were switched on.
For a long moment, they froze mid-thrust, looking at each other with the kind of dazed surprise that a rabbit might have when facing a pair of oncoming headlamps.
they were still apart from the rise and fall of their chests as they drew in oxygen to recover from their exertions.
There was a curious mixture of emotions, both of them so swamped with adrenaline, their bodies wracked with lust for each other. His cock was still so hard, buried inside her, and even though he was more than a little nervous that they were about to be discovered, it was still such a thrill to be inside her, and she was now bathed in light, revealing her full beauty to him.
That moment seemed to go on for ages. they did nothing but listen, and eventually heard the low sound of voices. They were somewhere on the bottom floor, and to him the obvious source was a couple of security guards doing a routine patrol.
Whoever it was down there, they didn't seem to be rushing their patrol. The library was fairly large, so after that momentary freeze, he thought both of them started to relax at once.
"We should get out of here," he whispered.
Sophie flashed him a look of pure lust.
"I'm so close," she said, "Just a little longer?"
He raised his eyebrows at the riskiness of the suggestion, but slowly began to move inside her, squeezing his hips to withdraw, then thrust again.
"You'd better be quiet," he whispered, as she started moaning quietly again.
"I'll try," she said. "Now fuck me! I'm right on the edge!"
With her prompting, he penetrated her hot pussy, building up his power until they were both shaking the table as they writhed together.
He wondered if the prospect of being caught added to the thrill of the situation, for it really took no time at all before Sophie was trembling again with another orgasm, and he could see her desperately trying to stifle her cries as the forceful climax swept through her petite frame.
Caressing her slender curves as he continued to thrust inside her, he held himself a little in check until he was absolutely certain she was over the edge and there was no heading back.
At last, he released and felt that glorious sensation of his hot seed flowing out inside the condom.
Spent, he collapsed on top of her for a brief lull, and they were kissing again, feeling so at one with each other.
Then the overriding imperative of their lust began to fade, and the sense of panic started to return. Where were the security guards?
He lifted himself up and reached down for his clothes, the condom discarded in a thankfully full bin. Sophie sat up to pull the crotch of her leotard over to re-cover up her sweet little pussy.
"Where are they?" she asked in another whisper.
he paused, listening. "I think they're coming up the stairs," he said. "But they're not on this floor yet."
"What if they're coming to get us?"
"Because of my flashlight antics?" he asked.
"I don't know," she smiled, "maybe flashing is against uni rules."
"Can't be. Half the Union groups would be shut down."
She giggled, "Come on!" and grabbed his hand, and they were off again, this time skulking through the shelves like a couple of cat burglars.
"We could just tell them we got locked in," he suggested in a hushed voice.
"If we were both fully dressed and didn't smell like sex, that might have worked," Sophie grinned. "If they find me like this, I think we'd be in trouble."
"D'you think we can get past them?" she asked. "Maybe get out of here?"
Part of him was a little sad at this possibility, craving more time with this hot little gymnast. they'd only had a few hours together, and although they were joking about being on their fifth or sixth date by now, the reality was that they had only just met. There was still the possibility that this would turn out to be nothing more than a crazy one-night stand.
And though he had not really taken much time out from rowing to really think about maintaining a full-on relationship, something had changed in him tonight. He wanted as much of Sophie as he could possibly get.
Still, being a man, his pride kicked in and he stifled his concerns, saying casually, "You think left the library doors unlocked?"
"There's a good chance. The trick is going to be getting past them."
They crept to the stairwell, and edged over the bannister to see if they could spot any movement, both listening out for any noise that might offer a clue as to the security guards' whereabouts.
"We could just hide," he whispered, "then continue as though they'd never come."
"We could. But wouldn't you rather have a warm bed than a whole night in this cold place?"
She had a fair point.
"I guess so," he said, perhaps a hint of regret in his voice despite the powerful sense of physical satisfaction currently flowing through his veins.
He was about to suggest that they could go back to his place, or hers, if she preferred, when she held a finger up to her lips, silencing him. they could see hands gripping the handrail a few flights below them the security guards were coming up the stairs towards them.
they poised to flee.
From the sound of them, there appeared to be two campus security guards, and they appeared in no hurry to clamber up the steps. Their voices were as relaxed as their climbing pace, and actually made them relax a little, clear as it was that they were here on a routine patrol, not targeting two horny students loose in the library.
Still, as they arrived on the floor below them, they were on a hair trigger ready to explode into a mad dash for the safety of the bookshelves behind them.
Somehow, they held their nerves. he thought if the guards had taken one more step up towards them, they would have sprang into action, but after a long pause in which it became apparent that their conversation was tending towards the following weekend's rowing competition, their patrol route veered off into the floor below them.
they waited a little longer, counting time using the pounding beats of their nervous hearts.
Then he looked at Sophie and she nodded. Silently, they pulled themselves up and took to the steps, tip-toeing their way down to the floor below.
The guards' voices were getting steadily quieter and quieter, they were heading down towards the outer perimeter of the floor, by the windows. Sophie peered around the edge of the doorway, and looked back to give him the signal to proceed. Then both of them scampered down the next flight of stairs, alert for the slightest hint that they had been discovered.
Feeling a little safer, they headed back down to the second floor where they had left their stuff.
"Do we risk it?" he whispered.
"I'm not going outside like this." he could accept that -- she had to be cold enough already dressed in nothing but her leotard. She added: "You stay here and keep a look out, I'll get your stuff too."
he nodded, and she scurried off towards their beanbags. If anything, he was feeling a little gloomy at the end of their library adventure, but if did something to thwart their chances of escape now, she might never forgive him. He had to go along with it.
A little while later, he heard the voices of the security guards again. He was almost willing them to come downstairs, to head th off at the pass and seal off their route of escape so that he might be locked up once again with Sophie.
They didn't, however, they were heading up to the top floor, and momentarily, Sophie returned dressed in her jacket and sweatpants again, clutching their papers.
"Can't forget these," she smiled.
he returned her smile, "Absolutely."
Then she grabbed his hand again, and pulled him downstairs and out towards the main entrance.
His last chance was that the security-conscious guards had re-locked the main doors behind them after they entered the building. they would then have to hide somewhere on the bottom floor and hope that they had already satisfied themselves that that floor was secure. his heart in his throat, he reached out to push the door.
It opened.
Silently, he groaned his disappointment. Was that it? Now that they were free to go wherever they wanted, would Sophie want to see him again?
Outside, it was drizzling, only adding to his sudden misery. They continued to hold hands, but paced it away from the building and possible detection by campus security. Round the next corner, they stopped to catch their breaths.
"Well I guess this is good-bye, then," he said, more than a little gloomy.
"Are you crazy?" she said in a somewhat sharp tone.
"Well..." he wasn't really sure what to say.
"You know you're required to actually sleep with me?" Her statement filled his entire being with the warmth of pure unadulterated joy.
"I am?" was all he could utter, his brain suffering something of a power overload.
"Do You do want to?" she asked, and there was now a hint of worry in her voice and heartbreak evident on her face.
"Of course! I'd give anything to..."
"Good," she grinned, and grabbed a hold of his hand again. "Only, we're not going to sleep very much."
"No? I like the sound of that."
"No," said Sophie. "We're going to go back to my place so I can have that long-overdue shower..."
"And then?"
"And then I'm going to tear off your clothes and fuck the living daylights out of you."
She looked at him with those big, beautiful eyes, and he knew that for them, this night was only just beginning in and that it was going to turn out to be the best night of his life so far and the start of something very special.
#bridgerton#benophie#benophie smut#benedict bridgerton#benedict bridgerton smut#sophie beckett#benedict x sophie#ash's smut
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Moulin Rouge Discotrain AU (part thirty one)
Summary: (Post-game canon) The Conductor and DJ Grooves agree to finally work on a movie together. They come up with 'Moulin Rouge', a musical drama filled with romance. Over time the two directors grow closer and discover that maybe they don't hate each other as much.
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Word count: 1,179
Warnings: Snatcher says half an actual swear *gasp* (don't blame him though, in context there is reason for it)
Author's notes: Games night is here. Fun fact: don't trust Snatcher to play Monopoly. He does cheat, despite his claims. Anyway, enjoy!
Grooves let out a sigh, staring at the finally clear guest room and the hallway outside of it, which was now cluttered with boxes.
“You didn't have to help,” Grooves commented to Conductor as the owl walked past into the guest room.
“I did.” Conductor shrugged, beginning to make the bed.
“No, no, don't-”
“No. I will. You should sit down and rest. You've been cleaning this place since way too pecking early this morning,” Conductor interrupted, walking back over to Grooves and putting a hand on the penguin's chest. “Take a break.”
“Run away with us for the summer, let's go upstate…?” Grooves joked and Conductor shook his head gently at the Hamilton reference.
“You'll never let me live down my musical past, will you?” Conductor chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to Grooves' cheek before he went back over to the bed.
“Never.”
“At least sit down while you do then.” Conductor threw a pillow in his direction.
Grooves caught it, walking back through to the living room.
“That, I can do,” he called back to the owl, lying down on the sofa.
It felt like only a few minutes when there was a knock on the door.
“Grooves, I'm sure your nap was nice but you should probably wake up,” Conductor teased as the penguin opened his eyes, staring around the bleary room.
Conductor passed him his glasses before heading over to the door. “You said you sleep without them.”
“How long have I been out?” Grooves questioned, getting up and following his partner once he'd put his glasses on.
“Only a couple hours,” Conductor answered. “But you needed it.”
He opened the door, staring up at their guests. “Hey.”
“Hi!” Empress and Snatcher walked through the door.
The two of them almost matched; Snatcher in a dark purple hoodie and Empress in a dark purple version of her previous coat.
However, Snatcher looked incredibly different to before.
His right eye was a light blue, matching coloured scars striking across the right side of his body like bolts of lightning. A couple streaks of the same blue tainted his dark curls.
“What happened to yer?” Conductor asked the ghost bluntly.
Grooves subtly jabbed the owl in the side, hoping he would take a hint.
“Just a little accident. Nothing serious,” Snatcher bluffed, laughing nervously.
“No, that's very clearly not-”Grooves elbowed Conductor in the ribs. The owl frowned at him but stayed quiet.
“Let's just play some games,” Empress stated, carrying boxes of games through to the living room, Snatcher close on her heels.
“What was that for?” Conductor hissed.
“He clearly doesn't want to talk about whatever it is,” Grooves whispered, concerned gaze following the ghost's retreating figure.
“Sweet apartment,” Empress stated.
Grooves looked back at Conductor, gaze imploring him not to ask further questions.
“Fine. But you owe me one,” Conductor grumbled, walking into the living room.
Something made a crashing noise. “Oops.”
“You better pay for that!”
“Okay, okay! I will!”
“You cheated! You shouldn't have had enough money to afford that!” Empress accused, glaring at Snatcher. The ghost shrugged as he looked at the Monopoly board.
“I have no idea what you're talking about,” Snatcher said, voice lilting slightly.
Grooves put a flipper around Conductor as the owl curled up against his side.
“I feel like we should've chosen a less competitive game,” Conductor laughed quietly. “I did say about Scrabble.”
“Diamond, I hate to tell you, but Scrabble is also a competitive game,” Grooves replied.
“Not if yer smart. Then it becomes a game where you always win and no one else beats you.”
Grooves chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to the owl's head. “We'll have to play some time soon. I'm sure I can give you a run for your money.”
“Empress is a sore loser!” Snatcher announced, picking up the cat's money and throwing it in the air.
"No, I'm not! You're just a lying cheater!” Empress growled, pushing the ghost onto the floor. “I want to play something else!”
“Sore loser!” Snatcher repeated, earning a swipe at his face.
“Cheat!”
“Loser!”
Empress and Snatcher began playfully taking shots at each other.
“I’ll go check what other games we've got,” Conductor sighed, standing up.
The owl pressed a quick kiss to Grooves' cheek. “Be back soon, love.”
Grooves smiled at him before returning his attention to their friends.
Empress and Snatcher wore matching smirks, even with the cat holding the ghost in a headlock.
“Go on then Grooves. Spill the details,” Empress prompted.
“You two are older than me, how are you so childish?” Grooves questioned.
“You've got to have some fun after dying!” and “You're childish!” mixed together.
Empress let go of Snatcher, ruffling his hair before leaning back against the sofa.
“So…?”
“So what?”
“So, what's it like now you two are dating?!” Snatcher all but shouted.
Grooves mulled over the question.
“Not that different to before actually. We're more affectionate and have nicknames for each other but that's about it. Not that much has changed,” he mumbled, face heating at the way his feathers ruffled as he spoke.
“That's it?!”
“It's none of yer business,” Conductor stated, walking back into the room with a stack of boxes. “Now pick another game.”
“Oooh, oooh, oooh! We should play truth or dare!” Snatcher suggested, looping an arm behind Empress' shoulders. “C'mon Empress! Tell them how fun it is!”
“He's right, we should play truth or dare,” Empress agreed.
"Empress, truth or dare?” Conductor suddenly asked, putting the boxes down and leaning into Grooves.
“You know what? Truth.”
“How did you get your scar?”
“Dare.”
“Tell us how you got your scar,” he pressed.
The cat scowled.
“I did it myself. I had to look like I could command respect,” Empress admitted, paws fidgeting in the lap.
Snatcher wrapped an arm around her shoulders, glaring at the owl.
“Truth or dare, peck neck?” He spat.
“Dare.”
“Stop being such a di-!”
“Hey, no, there isn't any need for that,” Empress said quietly, shrugging Snatcher away.
Snatcher let out a huff of air. “Fine. Tell us what was the first musical you did.”
“Newsies,” Conductor answered.
“Shut up you liar. The first musical you did was Cinderella,” Empress scoffed, tail winding round Snatcher's back. “Grooves, truth or dare?”
The penguin's face screwed up slightly as he tried to decide. “Umm. Truth…?”
“You didn't sound too sure. But fine. You've seen The Conductor in musicals. Which was your favourite performance of his?” Empress questioned.
Grooves felt flustered as his three friends looked expectantly at him.
“It's hard to choose just one,” he mumbled, hoping to take attention off of him.
“My turn, I pick dare,” Snatcher exclaimed, drumming his hands on his lap and continuing to look at Grooves.
Grooves shrugged, uncertain of what to say.
Conductor stepped in for him. “Don't hug Empress for the rest of the evening.”
The ghost looked appalled, mouth hanging open.
He slowly obliged, shuffling away from Empress.
“I'm sick of this game,” Snatcher pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Let's play something else.”
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Funny story
Funny story to get “that look” about … good shock value …
It‘s less funny if you know these people, if you have spend time reading their letters … their diaries … getting to know them …
It‘s less funny if you know that some of them surfived the victory expedition by the scrab of their teeth, trading with Inuit on the Boothia peninsula
That the entire Franklin expedition spend an afternoon with a group of Inuit, before entering Lancaster sound
They traded for seal pouches and some even paddled around in the Inuits canoes (much to the entertainment of both groups)
Graham Gore was so massive that he needed two canoes (one for each leg XD)
James Fitzjames almost drowned wen he tried to do a roll with the canoe … he made a funny drawing about it … in one of his letters home …
The Inuit pulled him out though, so he could perish later … with the expedition … maybe the so called “beautifull grave” on the west side of King William Island is his … he was young and strong .. and he had a fresh scar on his shoulder that would have unravelled with the scurfy … killing him years after he had survived it in china … wenn he didn't even want to be in china in the first place ... wenn he would have prefered to go maping antarctica and the navy wouldn't let him ...
That they went on at least one hunting trip with the local inuit during the Expedition (propably after they left Devon and Beechy and their first three loses (John Torrington, John Hartnell and Whilliam Brain)
These people knew what they where doing
Some where arctic veterans, most had survived expeditions around the globe because they respected the knowledge of the Indigenous people
→ That was the reason they where chosen, because they had proofed their merit
Harry Goodsir complained in a letter to his brother how expensive the full fur get up (pants and coat) was that he had to buy for the expedition, he did not however complain that he had to wear it …
→ so much for "tHeY oNlY WoRe WoOl" in the coments ...
Crozier had, among other expeditions, spend two winters at Igloolic (an Inuit settlement) mapping
He had made good friends with the Inuit, espeshially a women named Iligliuk at Winter Island
She was an extremely intelligent Inuit geographer and cartographer. She made maps for Parry‘s second N-W-Passage expedition (1821-23) which turned out to be not just correct but extremely helpfull.
He also had in generel made friends with them, had even exchanged his name with one of them
The white commander of the visited ships was known as “Aglooka” (long strider) to the Inuit. This was a common, and widely-bestowed, native nickname for a European commander. We know that during the Parry sojourn at Igloolik in 1822 midshipman Crozier, who would later be Franklin’s second in command and Captain of the Terror, had exchanged names with a small boy named Aglooka. Over forty years later Hall interviewed the adult Aglooka who was now known as “Crozier.” Although suggestive the fact that Crozier was known as Aglooka (Ross, in comparison, was consistently called Toolooah – Raven), the nickname given to the commander of the visited ships is not conclusive. Inuit Tales of Terror: The location of Franklin’s missing ship by © David C. Woodman 2016 (page 7))
Alexander McDonald, had also made friends with Inuits on his first whaling journey
He made such good freinds with one of the young men (named Eenoolooapik ), who was also extremely good at cartographie, that he invited him to come to england, to see how he lived.
Through his whaling trips, M’Donald encountered Eenoolooapik, a young Inuk from Baffin Island, who was brought to Aberdeen by Penny on the whaling vessel Neptune in 1839. (...) Eenoolooapik, or ‘Eenoo,’ having contracted a respiratory infection, spent only a single winter in Aberdeen under the care of M’Donald, who was also both his tutor and biographer (Rowley, 1986; Jones, 2004). Eenoo departed for his homeland in April 1840, transported on the Bon Accord with Penny as captain and M’Donald as the scientist/ surgeon. In his 1841 book, A narrative of some passages in the history of Eenoolooapik..., M’Donald draws upon the experiences shared with Eenoo in exploring the natural and cultural history of the indigenous peoples living in eastern Baffin Island. This book, which includes extensive passages on Inuit customs and belief systems, is reported to be the only such fulllength, contemporary biography of the Inuk from the 19th century. (…) Alexander M’Donald L.R.C.S.E (1817 – c. 1848) Ian Barrie The Hollies Oldbury, Bridgnorth, Shropshire WV16 5DY, United Kingdom [email protected]
Said book about Inuit costumes was ultimately what killed poor Alexander … since it drew the attention of John Franklin and got him the commission of assistant surgeon on the HMS Terror …
Where he perished with all the others … all people chosen specifically because they had profed in the past that they got along swimmingly with the natives of their respective countries.
Oh sorry … we where laughing about those silly xenophobic Kabloonas that where so stuck in their European ways that they would rather eat each other then seal meat …
That where so racist that cannibalism seemed preferable to the uncivilised ways of those strange natives ...
Funny XD
Equally funny is the fact that the area around King William Island and the Adelaide peninsula is home to a very aggressive strain of botulism.
To this day people die each year of botulism.
Because even healthy animals are contaminated, and while healthy people can hunt and fish without problem, old and fragile people will get botulism
→ That is the reason you must never give honey to a baby, it might contain botulism toxin, which is heat stable so even cooking will not destroy it.
If you are starving to death your gut becomes leaky and botulism contaminated meat will give you botulism
which is a slow death
takes a day or longer
and you stay conscious the entire time
first your eyesight goes … then your voice … then the use of your arms … then the use of your legs … and finally the use of your lungs
slowly …
They must have watched their friends die like that
For no discernible reason
again and again
no matter how carefuller they where
How thoroughly they made sure that the animal where healthy, that the meat was fresh …
It killed
cooked or raw … it killed …
The fresh meat that was supposed to safe them … to heal them … it killed … slowly … horribly …
They learned to fear meat.
And so with two seals right there, they did not dare to eat.
And wen the first of this group finally didn‘t wake up in the morning … they ate him … having learned the hard way that human meat was safe for some reason …
Can you imagine how scared they must have been?
Funny Kabloonas … silly story … good entertainment ... great story to shock people … give them “that look” …
https://nationalpost.com/news/canada/theyre-not-human-how-19th-century-inuit-coped-with-a-real-life-invasion-of-the-walking-dead
Indigenous groups across the Americas had all encountered Europeans differently. But where other coastal groups such as the Haida or the Mi’kmaq had met white men who were well-fed and well-dressed, the Inuit frequently encountered their future colonizers as small parties on the edge of death.
“I’m sure it terrified people,” said Eber, 91, speaking to the National Post by phone from her Toronto home.
And it’s why, as many as six generations after the events of the Franklin Expedition, Eber was meeting Inuit still raised on stories of the two giant ships that came to the Arctic and discharged columns of death onto the ice.
Inuit nomads had come across streams of men that “didn’t seem to be right.” Maddened by scurvy, botulism or desperation, they were raving in a language the Inuit couldn’t understand. In one case, hunters came across two Franklin Expedition survivors who had been sleeping for days in the hollowed-out corpses of seals.
“They were unrecognizable they were so dirty,” Lena Kingmiatook, a resident of Taloyoak, told Eber.
Mark Tootiak, a stepson of Nicholas Qayutinuaq, related a story to Eber of a group of Inuit who had an early encounter with a small and “hairy” group of Franklin Expedition men evacuating south.
“Later … these Inuit heard that people had seen more white people, a lot more white people, dying,” he said. “They were seen carrying human meat.”
Even Eber’s translator, the late Tommy Anguttitauruq, recounted a goose hunting trip in which he had stumbled upon a Franklin Expedition skeleton still carrying a clay pipe.
By 1850, coves and beaches around King William Island were littered with the disturbing remnants of their advance: Scraps of clothing and camps still littered with their dead occupants. Decades later, researchers would confirm the Inuit accounts of cannibalism when they found bleached human bones with their flesh hacked clean.
“I’ve never in all my life seen any kind of spirit — I’ve heard the sounds they make, but I’ve never seen them with my own eyes,” said the old man who had gone out to investigate the Franklin survivors who had straggled into his camp that day on King William Island.
The figures’ skin was cold but it was not “cold as a fish,” concluded the man. Therefore, he reasoned, they were probably alive.
“They were beings but not Inuit,” he said, according to the account by shaman Nicholas Qayutinuaq.
The figures were too weak to be dangerous, so Inuit women tried to comfort the strangers by inviting them into their igloo.
But close contact only increased their alienness: The men were timid, untalkative and — despite their obvious starvation — they refused to eat.
The men spit out pieces of cooked seal offered to them. They rejected offers of soup. They grabbed jealous hold of their belongings when the Inuit offered to trade.
When the Inuit men returned to the camp from their hunt, they constructed an igloo for the strangers, built them a fire and even outfitted the shelter with three whole seals.
Then, after the white men had gone to sleep, the Inuit quickly packed up their belongings and fled by moonlight.
Whether the pale-skinned visitors were qallunaat or “Indians” — the group determined that staying too long around these “strange people” with iron knives could get them all killed.
“That night they got all their belongings together and took off towards the southwest,” Qayutinuaq told Dorothy Eber.
But the true horror of the encounter wouldn’t be revealed until several months later.
The Inuit had left in such a hurry that they had abandoned several belongings. When a small party went back to the camp to retrieve them, they found an igloo filled with corpses.
The seals were untouched. Instead, the men had eaten each other.
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This may sound harsh, but...these festival sets are not for you. They're not tailored to his die-hard fans who've just seen him play all over the world on his international tour. They're for general festival audiences. Louis doesn't have any hits they know. He's giving them a couple of 1D hit singles that they might know, plus an indie cover. WDBHG is a 1D album track cover for the Directioners, but that's it. He's not catering for your wants. He needs to deliver a set that includes a few tracks that audiences might know. Songs that might be familiar enough to keep them watching so they don't get bored and walk away. You say that this is his chance to show general audiences his own music. But they won't stick around long enough to listen if it's an entirely unfamiliar set.
He's not catering to ANYONE 😭 except for larries and 1 deaders who don't give a fuck about his music. What is it with him and his "fans" thinking too highly of 1D and assuming everyone is a fan 😵💫. Those are songs from a decade ago, most of the crowd that he should target aka non fans/ 1 deaders do NOT know these songs. At most, people know wmyb, night changes and soml. He's only doing ONE festival in the UK where yes, it's maybe right to assume that people know and love the 1D songs. The screaming you hear at his concerts/ festivals is 1 deaders ripping their vocal chords off to make a point (we're here for 1D <3). And he doesn't have to do an entirely unfamiliar set. He has back to you and just hold on or even miss you (two of us too but i that's a very personal one so i get if he doesn't want to perform it for festivals). He's not even singing the LEAD single of his latest album (btm) for god's sake. Festivals is a give and take between artists and the crowds. Yes, you make sure they're enjoying their time but on your terms, listening to your music. The whole point of these festivals is to show them your music, what's the point if it's going to be mostly covers. And i am seeing this from the gp point of view. Even going with y'all logic and assuming that everyone knows and loves one direction, if i go to festival and attend the set of an ex-boybander who after 9 years of that band break up still performs 3 covers from said band and 4 overall, i wouldn't check his music out even if i had the absolute best time bc it just sends the message that this guy hasn't moved on yet. Also, not only the covers but their timing is so not on point. Man took the tour setlist, scrabbed off the fitf songs, kept his dear covers and called it a day. Unfortunately, it does NOT make a nice flow, the transition between songs is painful to watch. And believe me, i know now that this festival run is not for me. Louis made sure i got the message <3
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Stray Kids Reaction|| Snapping At Parents [Request]
SKZ X GN!Reader
A/N: I hope that it’s okay I changed it a little, I wanted to make it different for each member so I did it this way!
CHAN:
As soon as the insults about you began to fly from family members mouths Chan was ready to stand up for you and defend you but you told him not to, that it would only make matters worse.
"We can leave in ten minutes, I was told to show my face for half an hour and it would be enough," You whispered to him as you remembered what your father had asked of you. It was your great-grandmothers birthday and he wanted everyone to be there, it didn't matter that you didn't get along with family members you at least had to show up.
"They're being rude to you," Chan's voice was filled with pity and you looked at him, shaking your head.
"I'm used to it, I just have to wait it out-"
"Look who it is! The little family drop out and their cute little boyfriend," Your cousin's nasally voice rang through the air, so far you'd managed to avoid her but now she had found you, you knew the insults were going to continue to get worse.
"We were just leaving," You told her with a giant smile on your face, killing them with kindness was how you were raised but some days it was harder than others.
"I don't know how much they're paying you to pretend to be their date but I bet I can triple it," She nudged Chan who seemed to stare at you, he didn't want to say or do something that would upset your family members.
"He's my boyfriend, Chan, we've been through this before," Your cousin simply rolled her eyes placing her hand on his chest,
"Look, Y/n is boring and ugly, call me if you ever want to have a good time," Chan opened his mouth to say something but you beat him to it,
"I'm so fucking sick of you, always coming in and insulting me...Hitting below the belt and because of what? Because I had the guts to walk out of a toxic family?" You shook your head at her,
"Grow the fuck up, if you hate it so much here and want to make my life a living hell...Leave and then maybe we'll talk in the real world." You snapped, looking at your father who was skillfully avoiding your gaze, you dragged Chan out of the door as he kissed your cheek, whispering in your ear how brave it was.
MINHO:
The family dinner hadn't gone as expected by your mother, family members were all insulting you as you brought Minho with you. It was supposed to be a "family" event but you had bought a date, all of them ignoring the fact that your siblings had done the same thing as you.
"You're just a troubled child, you always have been and you always will be. You know the rules! Grandmother said no dates," Your mother yelled as she aggressively washed the dishes in the kitchen sink.
"Everyone else brought dates and she didn't care," You grumbled as you dried up one of the plates,
"They brought someone she approves of! You brought someone she's never met and you know how she feels about you-"
"I'm the black sheep, the disappointment," You told her as you remembered everything your grandmother had ever told you about what she thought about you.
"She's wrong. I'm not a disappointment or the black sheep...I'm just as good as my siblings," Your grandmother came into the kitchen as she heard you complaining and scoffed,
"You're nothing more than someone who should be abandoned by the family, the last born and the one that should have been given up." There was always a mystery as to why she hated you, you did your best to be the grandchild she wanted but nothing was good enough for her.
"Why do you hate me so much?" You questioned as you placed a plate down onto the counter, Minho came into the room as heard your voice crack.
"What did I do to make you hate me? I've been a perfect grandchild from the day I was born and yet you still chose to hate me...Why?" She scoffed,
"Perfect? You're a brat who thinks you should get your own way, who always got their own way-"
"Got my own way?! My siblings were raised with brand new clothes and toys while I was raised on their scrabs, given clothes with holes in, broken toys and scraps of food!"
"You talk back to your elders and you wonder why we hate you?!" She snapped but you ignored her, throwing the towel you were using to dry the dishes down onto the side.
"I'm done. I'm fucking done with everyone," You stormed past her, Minho rushing after you as you walked out of the house and into the driveway. Tears were rushing down your face as you stared at him, his hands on both your arms as he made you face him,
"T-Take me home, I can't be here anymore." You whimpered as he nodded, dragging you into a hug as he kissed the top of your head.
"You'll never have to come back if you don't want to." He promised.
CHANGBIN:
Changbin was never a violent person but the way your family spoke about you when you weren't in the room brought out the worst in him. They were always talking down about you or insulting you to his face and he didn't know you knew everything they were saying, you weren't dumb. You knew how they spoke about you behind closed doors but you let them get on with it, deciding to be the bigger person.
"Do you have any idea how ridiculous you sound?" Hearing Changbin yell in the living room made your stomach drop to the floor, you rushed into the room to see him yelling at your siblings.
"Y/n is one of the most amazing people I've ever had the pleasure of meeting," He told them as he looked over at you,
"Babe, don't they're not worth it." You tried to remind him but he was already pissed off as it was, ready to fight your brother who laughed loudly.
"Yeah babe, it's not worth it...More like Y/n isn't worth it," It was a stupid joke, something he always said about you, that you weren't worth the air you were breathing and anything like that. He would ay anything and everything to get under your skin but it seemed to be working on Changbin and not you.
"Y/n is worth everything to me,"
"Y/n is nothing more than a waste of oxygen," Your brother cut him off and you lost it,
"Stop it!" You yelled out, everyone turning to look at you as you took a stand,
"You can say what you want when we're alone but not in front of Changbin." You told him as you began pulling Changbin towards the kitchen wanting him to be out of their way.
"They shouldn't say it at all," He whispered to you as he cupped your face in his hand, running his thumb over your cheek and sighing.
"I'll get you out of here, take you to my place and we'll get you away from all of this." He promised when he knew no one was listening, you nodded at him kissing his lips softly.
HYUNJIN:
You were doing your best the whole time you sat in the restaurant with your family and Hyunjin, it was the rehearsal dinner for your brother's wedding but it felt like it was a "Bully Y/n" dinner party.
"All we're saying is, you're getting older Y/n. Your time is running out," Your mother complained about you not being married the whole time you sat there, complaining that you'd never even been engaged and she was sick of it.
"I'm not that old-"
"Old enough to be married, why hasn't he popped the question? Does he even love you," Hyunjin was pulled from his conversation with your father when he heard your mother question you like that. Of course, he loved you, he was head over heels in love with you but the reason he hadn't asked you to marry him was that neither of you was ready yet.
"I don't have to marry him because we're together...Yes, we love each other but that doesn't mean we have to marry right away-"
"In other words, you want to whore yourself out before settling down," Hyunjin felt his blood boil at the thought of someone speaking to you that way but it was something you were used to getting from our mother.
"I suppose he's going to do the same, whore around with everyone until you've both contracted enough STD's to start your own collection," Your mother laughed loudly until you slammed your hand down on the table staring at her, all eyes were on you as family members turned to see what the commotion was about.
"Don't. Don't you dare insult him like that. You can insult me but never him," Hyunjin's eyes widened as he heard you yelling, never in your three years of being together had he heard you raise your voice at anyone, not even him when you got into small fights.
"Don't speak to me like that, I am your mother I can say and do whatever I please-"
"To me, yes, not to Hyunjin. Never to Hyunjin." You pushed your chair out from under the table, hearing enough from her.
"I'm leaving, if you can't respect me or Hyunjin I never want to see you again," She scoffed as she didn't back down from what she had said,
"I'll see you next weekend Dad, I'll be at the back of the church," You smirked feeling petty towards your mother but not caring as you and Hyunjin left the restaurant hand in hand together, a giant smirk on Hyunjin's face as he realised he had met the one that was going to protect him the way he wanted to protect them.
JISUNG:
Family photos were the worst thing to happen in your opinion, all of your family showing Jisung all of the embarrassing photos that they had of you leaving out the nice ones. They were on the teenage photo albums, showing photos of you when you got your first spot and when you were woken up late one morning and went to school in your PJ's. Everything embarrassing they could get their hands on was being shown to Jisung who was looking at you sensing how uncomfortable it was making you.
"Hey, do you wanna see an embarrassing one of Y/n when they-" You stared at your brother, you already knew where the sentence was going to go. He had a photo of you being stood up on prom when a prom date asked you out on a bet.
"No. He doesn't. Why don't you ever show him nice photos?" You complained as your mother laughed at you,
"Nice photos? We don't have any, you were an ugly child." Your heart felt as though it clenched inside of your chest and Jisung's mouth fell open,
"I bet Y/n was just as beautiful as they are now." You thanked him with your eyes for sticking up for you but your mother and father laughed loudly, telling him how wrong he was.
"Leave it, they're always going to be that way." You whispered to him as he got angrier at your family for acting this way in front of you.
"You can't deny it, you were-"
"I get it, I was the black sheep of the family can we drop it? This is the first time you're meeting my boyfriend and you're doing everything you can to push him away." You finally snapped and your mother looked at you a little shocked,
"We weren't trying to push him away,"
"Really? Because showing him bad photos and telling him how ugly I was, seems like you are," Jisung's hand touched the top of yours giving it a light squeeze trying to get you to calm down and you looked at him.
"I love him...I don't want him to see all of these things," Jisung shook his head at you,
"Nothing can push me away...No matter what," Your mother smiled at you before reaching behind her and pulling out an album you'd never seen before, filled with cute photos of you from the ages of a baby until your early adult life.
“Testing to see if he would still love you for even your embarrassing moments,” She winked at you as you felt a weight being lifted from your chest.
FELIX: (These opinions are not mine!!)
When you introduced Felix to your family you thought they were going to be happy for you but instead they sat around the dinner table insulting you and making jokes about your sexuality. None of it had bothered you, from a young age you had learnt to brush everything off like water off ducks back but you could see how much it was bothering Felix. Felix hated whenever someone was rude to you and to hear it coming from your own family just made him angrier,
"We always knew it was a phase, look at you now with Felix. He's so good for you, straightening your head out the way it's supposed to." You saw Felix's knuckles whiten as his grip tightened on his glass,
"It wasn't a phase, I'm still bisexual I just happen to be in love with Felix-"
"You're not, you're just confused." Your mother snapped but you slammed your hand down onto the table having enough of her always saying things like that to you. It was always the same.
"I've had enough! You didn't do this when my brother wanted to come out to you. You never said it was a phase-"
"Because he choose one sexuality to be attracted to, he wasn't greedy-"
"Enough!" You screamed out slamming your hand down once again, the drinks on the table shaking as you stood up.
"I'm not someone you can sit and take your dislike out on! Just because I chose to love someone and still have preferences does not make me greedy!" Felix looked up at you proud that you were standing up for yourself, he'd never seen this side to you before but he liked it.
"We were just expressing out opinion-" Your mother tried to speak but you cut her off
"Your opinion is wrong, I know everyone is entitled but not when it's a rude one," You took Felix by the hand and began walking away from them, ignoring their pleas for you to come back while Felix smirked squeezing your hand as he told you how proud he was.
SEUNGMIN:
Your whole life it had always been you that had to do everything around the house, you had to do all of the chores as if you were some kind of Cinderella, cleaning, cooking, waking up everyone up for work or school and repeating it over and over again every day.
"Babe, I have to go and make breakfast." You whispered as you slipped out of Seungmin's grip that he had on you, he'd spent the night but you were running late.
"Make someone else-"
"Y/N! Why is the food not ready?!" Your father's voice felt as though it was going to start shaking the entire house and you ran out of the bedroom door, heading into the kitchen to see him shaking with anger.
"I overslept, I just got a little-" You froze as Seungmin walked into the kitchen behind you, your whole body felt as though it was about to crack and fall into millions of pieces in front of your father.
"You were busy playing happy families! I told you, you weren't allowed to have someone stay over it makes you sloppy." Seungmin was ready to stand up for you when you looked at him,
"You should go..."
"No, why would I-"
"Because Y/n has things to do around the house, it's their job." Your father yelled at Seungmin and that was when you lost it, he could yell at you all he wanted but as soon as he brought the person you loved into it your blood boiled.
"You will not yell at him!" You snapped turning to look at your father who was shocked at the sudden tone you were giving to him,
"Seungmin is the one I love-"
"Give it a month and it'll change, you'll be in love with someone else," Your face fell as you stared at him in complete shock,
"You will never speak to Seunmgmin like that! Ever again! Do I make myself clear?!" You yelled out as you grabbed a coat from the back of the door, pulling Seungmin towards your bedroom.
"Where do you think you're going?!"
"Out! Find someone else to do all your bullshit," You snapped, slamming the bedroom door and looking at Seungmin who was smirking at you.
"What?" You laughed softly as he shook his head,
"I'm proud of you for standing up for yourself...Get some stuff you can come and stay with me and the boys," He reassured you as he kissed the top of your head.
JEONGIN:
Every time you came it was always the same thing with your parents, constantly comparing you to your siblings and everyone else in your family that had done something you hadn't. It didn't matter if it was something as small as your brother getting engaged or your sister moving out you were always being compared to them and just because Jeongin was around didn't mean it was going to stop.
"Your cousin got engaged, she has this huge diamond ring and you should see the dress she's chosen," Your mother said as she began cutting up the food on her plate, placing it into her mouth without looking at you. Your grip on your fork tightened as yo could already sense where the topic of the conversation was about to go,
"Your other cousin just moved in with her fiance, you know you should think about doing something like that Y/n." You stared at Jeongin who was trying to keep himself calm, he knew everything that you went through with your parents.
"I'll move in with Jeongin when I want to, but I have my own apartment mum and we're doing perfectly fine at the moment." You reminded her as you reached for the wine glass in front of you.
"Your mother is just saying, everyone else around you is moving on with their lives and you're still that silly little person obsessed with music and who you're dating, it's pathetic." Your father interjected and you felt your stomach sink as you accidentally let the wine glass slip from your grasp, spilling onto the white table cloth.
"Look at that, fucking everything up like you always do," Your brother laughed loudly making everyone join in but you stood up suddenly, the table shaking in the process.
"Stop it!" You screamed out as you looked at all of them, Jeongin's hand held onto yours trying to tell you to calm down but you'd had enough of all of them.
"Stop! I'm sick of this every time I come home! You're always comparing me to everyone else but guess what!" You snapped as you stared at your mother who seemed shocked that you were talking to her this way,
"I'm not everyone else, I don't move into a house with someone I barely know and I don't marry the first man or woman that comes along!"
"You will not speak to your mother-" Your dad tried to yell at you but you'd already had enough,
"But you can talk to me that way? No...I'm done," You got out from behind the table, Jeongin following you as you headed for the front door of the childhood house you grew up in.
"Don't you walk away from me," You scoffed at your father before walking out of the door, taking Jeongin with you as he held onto your hand tightly.
"You okay?" He questioned as you both got into the car, squeezing your hand to show you his reassurance.
"I'm fine...I'm sorry I snapped in front of you I'm-"
"They shouldn't treat you that way, come on...We'll go get something to eat." He whispered as he started up the car, leaning across to kiss you before driving to your favourite restaurant together.
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By and from @womble1 for @katblu42
Prompts:
1. A disaster that causes someone to tell a child (or children) "I don't think Santa's gonna make it this year."
2. An unexpected, heartfelt gift.
3. A case of mistaken identity.
So like a top chef I have decided to do “mistaken Identity three ways” a deconstructed (some might say disjointed) take on the final prompt, with a scattering of the other two - as a seasoning - if you will.
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Mistaken Identity take 1
It was late on Tracy Island, a few lamps and the blueish light of the hologram the only light in the lounge. Scott and John had been finalising details on a mission report for the GDF, but that task had long been completed and set aside, leaving a rare opportunity for two brothers to relax and shoot the breeze. But time waits for no Thunderbird and eventually all good little rescue operatives must heed the siren call of morpheus.
“Ok, that’s it.” Scott said, stretching, a yawn escaping despite his best efforts, “I’m gonna sign off, its so late it's nearly early,”
“Copy that,” John agreed, trying to stifle a similar yawn, “Night Scott,” he said, disconnecting the call with a single sweep of his hand.
Scott got stiffly to his feet, glad that there were no witnesses as he cautiously twisted the kinks out of his back with an audible crack. He picked up his empty glass from the coffee table and dutifully trapsed it back to the kitchen, aware that he ought to set a good example or Gordon would see it as a green light to leave his mess everywhere. As he headed back through the lounge, intent on heading to bed by the quickest route possible, he was surprised to see John’s orange icon blinking on the desk, showing him as still online. Scott frowned, John usually wasted no time when finally logging off, well aware how quickly he could be called on again. John had always been something of an opportunistic sleeper, and regular rotations in space had only exacerbated the trait over the years. Scott sluggishly prodded at the flashing light to put a call through to TB5, but the call went unanswered, which was confusing in itself, when John was usually the king of multitasking.
Up in space, John was just as confused by the situation he found himself in. One last call had come through and he whispered a quick prayer to Mercury in his guise of the Roman god of eloquence, messages, communication and luck (less so for the other elements of his godly roles - god of Trickery and thieves) before connecting the call.
“International Rescue, what seems to be the situation?” he asked, donning his last reserves of professionalism to paste over the creeping tiredness.
“Yes! Right, I’ve had a letter through and I want you to know I’m not happy about it” a rather stern voice blared out at him from the speakers.
“A letter?” John scrabbed to work out how this was relevant to him.
“Yes, I’ve got the reference number right here, you’ll want that no doubt.” There was an audible shuffling of papers, which John found strange enough in this day and age. “Reference: F89762...now is that a three? No, definitely 2. Have you got that? Hello?”
“Hello, ma’am, this is International Rescue, we don’t send letters or use reference numbers, I think you have the wrong number.”
“No, don’t try and fob me off, I know who I called, International Revenue and you’re going to sort this out now, I refuse to spend any more time on hold.”
“I’m sorry Ma’am, but this isn't International Revenue, we can’t help you with your query.” He said firmly, trying to cut short the next wave of complaint.
“Now I know you're lying, I recognise your voice from the last time I got through to a real person, and I can tell you I have had just about enough of this!” the voice scolded.
It was at this point that Scott, disgruntled by not being able to get through on a video call, resorted to sending a text message instead.
Scott: [I thought you were meant to be logging off?]
John batted the message away, just focusing on getting rid of his current caller was enough for his tired brain right now.
“And another thing!” the voice continued on its rant.
Scott: [You do know I can see you’ve seen that message, right?]
John wanted to growl, but made do with flicking the message away with a little more force than was necessary.
“Young man, this is frankly not the sort of service I expect and I am very disappointed!” the voice droned on, John was very glad it was an audio only call, as schooling his features into something inoffensive right now would be a challenge.
Scott: [come on, what's so important that it can’t wait?] There was a slight pause, before, having still received no response, Scott tried a different approach.
[is there anything I can help close down for you?]
“And I have made a note of how many calls I have had to make to get this sorted…” there was more shuffling of papers down the line before the caller started listing dates, times and call lengths.
Scott: [John, seriously, don't make me order your damn ass to bed!] John was now feeling thoroughly hen-pecked from all sides and he clenched his jaw in frustration.
John [Yes sir, commander sir!] John messaged back, hoping that the sarcasm wasn’t lost in transit.
“And I demand to speak to your superior immediately!” the voice had reached a crescendo of righteous fury now.
Scott: [there's no need to be like that] which confirmed that the tone of John's message had been received as intended.
John: [ok Scott, you want to help? Here, incoming!] John hurled the message back at Scott. Now giving up all pretense of professional courtesy, he transferred his current caller with absolutely no preamble, since all he was getting now was a long list of his supposed shortcomings from his irate “customer”. The commander could deal with this, John was well and truly done as he switched himself to offline.
Scott was briefly relieved when he saw the call coming in from TB5, but that relief was shortlieved, when instead of John on the line, he was greeted by a barrage of abuse from a lady who had an awful lot of grievances she wished to be known about International Revenue. He was slightly taken aback, but Scott Tracy had not made it this far in life without learning how to make himself heard in an argument. He squared his shoulders, channeled every scrap of Jeff Tracy DNA sitting within him, funneled it through a composure earnt on parade grounds and very forcefully cut his way through the tirade currently assaulting his eardrums.
“Ma’am!” he all but barked, barely keeping it just this side of polite. “This is International Rescue,” he continued, having made himself an opening in the conversation, “ and whatever grievances you might have with International Revenue, we will not be able to assist, so unless your life is in imminent danger I am going to have to ask you to vacate the line in case you block and incoming emergency call.” he knew that EOS was more than capable of fielding more than one call, but this caller didn’t need to know that, and he hoped it might hurry them on their way. The shocked silence gave him hope that he might have got through to them.
“International Rescue?” They seemed appropriately surprised
“Yes Ma’am,” Scott said a little softer this time.
“Well, that young man never said, I think that's disgraceful, leading me on, taking up my time, when he had absolutely no intention of helping. It’s disgusting! I want him put on a disciplinary notice, it's a disgrace!” The rant started up again in full force.
Scotts jaw hung loose in shock for a second, people really could be the worse.
“Ok, I think we’ve covered as much as we are going to here,” Scott interrupted, any guilt he might have felt about his poor manners in doing so, safely outweighed by the caller's own rudeness. With a dramatic sweep of his arm, which even John would have been proud of, Scott cut the call, and without a backwards glance, headed straight to bed and the sweet oblivion of sleep.
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idk why I suddenly remembered this post or why I suddenly had this brainrot, but here I am. What if one of these kids turned out to be force sensitive ? Personally it would be cool if the force senseitve child would be the white haired boy to Spoon's right in the doodle. The little bugger is blind , am I right ? Considering the bandage over his eyes. Normally he would have problems exploring the scrabbed ships without seeing stuff. It can't be save for kids to go around those normally , but for blind kids it must be near suicide. So considering all that, what if the boy is force-sensitive ? And thus has the bonus of the force being there to replace his vision (similary to what Kanan has- just more instinctually). Ofcourse sooner or later someone figures out that smth is going on with the kid. Hell- maybe SPOONS figures out that there's smth going on. He knows how force-sensetive kids act afterall, and he's seen his fair share of jedi force-oisk. He panics, obviously. Everyone knows how the Empire's dealing with force-sensetives. Spoons couldn't- wouldn't let that happen. Letting another force-sensitive get killed is something he never wanted to do again. This get's him to overcome his years of guilt, and he resolves to help the boy and his family. (The smallest, deepest , most hidden part of him hoped this would somehow be the way to reedem himself for what he did. The bigger , more rational part of him knew that he could never reedem himself or make up for the crime he commited) The family accepts, knowing themselves they have no other choice if they want to keep themselves and their son safe. Spoons- he- he doesn't know what to do exactly. He knows there are a few people out there ready to help, but he doesn't know how to contact them exactly. Either way, time is running out. Only Spoons had realized the boy's ability, which leads the child's familyto decide to stay on their original planet for now inorder to be able to lay low and not raise suspicions. It's only a matter of time for the truth to be revealed however. Spoons sets out alone to find a way to contact this mysterious organization that would help the family. Hopefully fast enough to get everyone to safety in due time. The clone doesn't care that he himself endangers himself, that he uproots the little life he managed to built and might even run risk of loosing his job due to his abesnce. All that matters right now is doing the right thing- for once, Spoons wants to save and not betray.
As one can expect, it wasn't easy at all to locate the poeple willing to help. Especially not when your a clone- and technically thus on the run from the Empire. But somehow, Spoons manages it and get's into contact with an organization knows as the hidden path. Fate isn't on his side though, because just as he's about to get the white haired boy's family to the organization, the Empire locates them. There nearly was a blood bath, only stopped when the boy offered himself in exchange for the lives of his family. Civilians died, others got injured. The boy wasn't immideatly killed, instead imprisoned at the Empire's outpost and awating transport who force-knows-where. Spoons is destroyed, blaming himself for the failure and the boy's fate. Which is why the clone decides that it's time to put his old skills to use. he might be a bit rusty, and have less that optimal armour but he's still a soldier ! And he won't just take it like that- even if he dies. He atleast has to try. He manages to rally other scrappers for his cause. It quickly forms into a mob of people arming themselves with everything they can. Even the woman from the hidden path who had accompanied him to get the boy to safety- Spoons didn't know what species she was, but she introduced herself as Merrin- agreed to help them in their storm of the base. There's no time to lose if they wanted to save the boy, Merrin barely managed to call her "special ally" who'd only be able to arrive after they started the storm. But Spoons didn't care about that at the moment. All that mattered right now was saving a child's life and fighting against an unjust goverment. It was a smaller outpost, the people managed to enter suprisingly deep into the Empire's territory. But they were slowly losing. What else would be possible if they faught against the might of the Empire ? Even if the base was a small on with comparatively little staff. Merrin had told him off the arrival of the ally a few seconds after Spoons was injured. It was bad- you don't need to be a medic to know what the odds weren't in favor of your survival if you had a giant blaster wound in your abdome and no expectation of getting medical help anytime soon .
It's nice to know that you died doing good, though. His brothers died trying to murder the Jedi.Spoons should be gratefull, really. The noise of the battlefield is almost nostalgic to him as his eyelids grow heavier, it reminds him of a time where things were easier. Happier. When he suddenly hears the haunting hum of a 'saber he thinks he already died. Or maybe Spoons was hallucinating in his final moments, imagening sounds that used to be normal into the sounds that were so nostalgic. Once he goes, he hopes that maybe his Jedi will forgive him. He starts to think that maybe he wasn't imagining things when the noise grows closer- louder, accompanied by blastershots and Stormtroopers yelling. The clone must look like a body, considering how the figures in their white armour pay him no mind as they run and stand past him while attempting to keep whatever was comming the hallway down back. Spoons grows even weaker, he surely won't have long anymore before falling unconcious. He registers the 'troopers falling dead. One get's pushed back without anything visible pushing him- Spoons has half the mind to remember how General tapal used to do that with droids. He chuckles. He's not lucid enought to really connect the dots at this point. His eyelids drop, his eye is half lidden. There's a bit more screaming, then silence. Spoons hears steps, a droid is beeping. There's a clank. As if metal hit the ground. More sounds- more clanking. Small and fast footsteps of metal feet. His vision is blurry, Spoons registers a white and red blob in his vision. It's making the beeping noise, it speeds up in it's noise. He knows it's probably saying something to whoever is behind it. Spoons barely stay concious long enougth to hear a male voice ask, "what did you find, BD-1 ?"
so I've been wondering about this for a while, but couldn't find a post on your blog rly talking abt it (excpet the one where you mention my star wars blog). What did Order 66 look like for Spoons ? And also, what did the poor baby have to endure after-
i've had some ideas thought out for a while, just never drawn or written anything out haha. spoons had really good relationships with his jedi so order 66 really took a lot out of him ;; when tapal and cal were trying to escape the albedo brave after the order was issued, spoons was one of the troopers in the front line whose barrage of blaster fire eventually killed tapal. this would be something he'd never forgive himself for as long as he lived, even if he didn't feel like himself when it happened. he wouldn't know about the chips implanted in their heads - who would, out of his battalion? - and he wouldn't doubt that even if cal did survive, he would never trust spoons or any other clone ever again.
spoons would fight against the chip's influence the whole time, even if it did little to change his actions. it just didn't make sense to him, why the jedi he grew to love so much could become traitors punishable by death - especially cal, who was just a child. he would hesitate to fire at him as cal made his escape, but he'd still fire nonetheless. spoons was made to fight wars, but nothing would prepare him to fight against his own mind. that day would continue to give him nightmares for the years to follow, it was like his mind's way of telling him he should never forget what he did.
there weren't supposed to be any survivors after the albedo brave exploded, but among the broken pieces that crashed onto bracca, spoons had only barely managed to get away. maybe the impact shook the chip loose or maybe it was the guilt that made him flee to the farthest, most remote planet he could manage to find instead of reporting to the nearest authorities and probably be turned into a mindless soldier like he was always meant to be. of course, he'd never get anywhere with his armour so he sold every piece as soon as he could, replaced it with a disguise so no one would look too closely at his face. eventually, he'd find work on a distant planet on a shipyard like on bracca. he wouldn't just allow himself to die because he believes he doesn't even deserve that, after what he's done. he believes he should suffer the rest of his days knowing he ultimately failed his jedi, the most important people in his life.
as if he couldn't punish himself enough, spoons would abandon the hobbies he used to take comfort in. just to make sure of it, he thought he'd take away even the temptation of it, make sure he could never create anything again. working at a shipyard meant having access to power tools, and he could pass off an intrusive impulse as a workplace accident. prosthetics were cheap, after all. cheaper than losing a worker, at least.
it isn't all that bad, though. some of the workers' kids like to explore the broken down ships before they're scrapped, and sometimes the guy with the robot arms is nice enough to buy them treats. the jawa kid should really stop trying to dismantle said guy's robot arms for parts, though.
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enchanting | hwang inyeop
pairing: badboy!hwang inyeop x {gender-neutral} reader
genre: fluff, suggestive
warnings: suggestive nature, alcohol, an almost accident, fwb if that makes you uncomfortable!
word count: 5.1k
taglist: @katinthemoon
A/N: happy true beauty season finale day! I hope you enjoy this dedication to our favourite second lead <33 give inyeop lots of love on his socials because he deserves it!!
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you couldn’t help but think to yourself.
was it the way he walked? the way he held his head so high that his fluffy hair almost touched the clouds? was it the way he thought the world revolved around him? his cocky aura screaming ‘look at me! look at me!!’?
and yet, he was nothing like you had imagined. saying that second “yes” completely warped your world – how much longer can I stick to this friend with benefits thing?
the thought spurred a memory of how you first met. somehow… you ended up in his clutches. he was the boy who wandered the corridors, his disciples in toe, and nobody could touch him. except somehow… you did. well, kind of.
you remember it clear as day. it was a thursday night, your fluffy socks rested against the hard wood of your coffee table in front of you as you chatted on facetime to your parents. when your stomach grumbled, so loud that maeum, your fluffy chow-chow, lifted her head from against the armrest with curiosity as to wear the sound came from. such inquisitive eyebrows for a nonchalant pup that barely batted an eyelash unless you were filling her dinner bowl.
“even we heard that…” your dad’s smile filled the screen, a light teasing in his tone. you thought to yourself when the last time you ate was… it hadn’t been today.
“why don’t you head out and grab something good for yourself from the convenience store? I know you don’t cook for yourself, my baby.” your mother’s disapproving tone caused your eyes to roll -- miles away and she still nagged about the fact you ate nothing but instant noodles if you could be bothered.
“okay, ma. I’ll go do that. thank you for your concern.” short and snappy, your patience wore thin. probably because she was right and you were absolutely ready to devour some food.
a few air kisses later, and you were gliding the zipper up to just beneath your nose, the sherpa material insulating all heat it could as you brace yourself for the bitter cold. maeum’s tail wiggled excitedly in anticipation, her harness wrapped snuggly against her fur. “come on then,” you giggled at the way she span around energetically as you unlocked your front door. she practically knew the route to the convenience store by now… for a 6-month old chow, she was very intuitive.
out the door. down the hall. press the call button and wait for the elevator with patience. get into the elevator (you had to carry her if it was too busy but she didn’t mind too much). leave your apartment complex and turn left and keep going until the bright lights of the store appeared with a ‘fresh food prepared daily’ sign like a saving grace.
the owner didn’t mind of maeum came into the store, often bending down to give her treats and pets. maeum always leaned into anyone’s affection. it was her favourite time of day.
your airpods blasted your hype playlist, something you did when you needed self-reassurance. walking out of the store, maeum in toe, you rummaged through your bag of snacks, pulling out one of the many samgak kimbap you picked up. the crisp evening put you off sitting outside with a hot meal, plus maeum would attract too many people for your isolated personality to handle. the coo’s and aww’s often got worse as the night went on.
it wasn’t too long of a journey home, but something about the evening air caused you to walk slower and appreciate the serene surroundings. high school kids stumbling out of the noraebang that you often frequented in your days. being drunk on sugary snacks and endless cokes while you sang your little heart out. the snack in your hand tasted almost nostalgic as you remembered the nights you sat for hours outside the convenience store, hoping a kind stranger might sneak you a bottle or two of soju. those were the days you had friends to hang out with, but since you moved closer to seoul for university, they hadn’t bothered to keep in contact. you spent your days sitting alone in class, hoping your professor wouldn’t tell you to pair yourselves up. you were the only person that sighed in relief when they mentioned that they’d pre-assigned partners.
a low growl sounded over your music, with maeum halting in her tracks. it was only as maeum barked so loudly that you paid attention to what was happening. the bike headed straight for you. the rumble of its engine overwhelmed you as you realised you had stepped into the road without checking for oncoming traffic. yelping, you jumped back, pulling maeum abruptly, just quick enough for her to be missed. but it sent you flying onto your ass, a dull throb aching at the impact.
“are you okay?!” a shout from the direction of the motorbike filled your ears, the engine shutting off and footsteps getting closer.
“I’m fine,” you huffed, using your arms to twist your body with difficulty. your tailbone really throbbed as your face morphed into instant regret. you were turning to face the person clad in a helmet and biker jacket that hugged their body tightly in the frosty air.
“umm - I wasn’t talking to you.” you could just make out their eyes in the gap, slightly squinted in apprehension. when they turned their attention to maeum, you realised that look wasn’t for you. maeum, who sat sweetly with her tail wagging, front paws perched on their knees began to lick the helmet off them, only finding purchase in the gap that showed their mysterious eyes. traitor.
it was only when you heard the low chuckle that your attention turned back to the owner of the bike, heart stopping in its tracks for a small second. they reached out to ruffle the abundance of fur that framed maeum’s face, carefully checking for any scrabs or marks from the almost accident.
“hey there, friend! i’m sorry I almost hit you,” their tone emphasised the frown hidden by their helmet. it was only then did they reach up to lift the helmet off their head. and the breath you were about to let out hitched in your throat.
this mysterious biker wasn’t a stranger. he was the notorious bad boy that walked your universities halls, his minions in toe and never batted an eyelash to anyone who showed an interest in him. the one whose name you feared would be called out after yours in pairing for a class project. the one who probably didn’t even know you existed.
he was hwang in-yeop. and your bulging eyes that almost fell out of their sockets told him that you knew that already.
but, little did you know that the moment his leg flung off his bike to check you were okay, he realised who you were too. the one who sat at the front of the class with their pencil knocking in a continuous rhythm against the desk, a sound he realised rang inches louder in his mind compared to the rest of the class. he noticed the way your eyes glistened as you focused on what your professor was saying. he also figured out you never paid attention to anyone else, you sat alone with no intention to allow anyone into your bubble unless they were forced to. he actually hoped his name would be called out after yours.
his question of concern died in his throat when he saw it was you. those glistening eyes still sparkling despite the obvious annoyance in your expression. so he trailed off to pay attention to the adorable fluff beside him, luckily he adored dogs.
your embarrassment flushed in the apples of your cheeks, the heat almost melting the rim of your glasses that rested against the bridge of your nose. “maeum - come on, leave him alone.”
you lifted yourself up, trying not to show the pain. gathering your spilt snacks back into the bag, you stood up stretching your legs. but it difficult not to look at inyeop. his head was tilted slightly as he gazed up at you, this time the apprehension focused on you. was he concerned? he should be! he almost knocked you over!!
quickly, he stood himself, handing maeum’s fallen harness back to you.
“thanks,” you took it back quickly.
“you’re welcome.” his attention was still focused on maeum, who was jumped up at the bag in your hand hoping there was something inside for her.
the silence was excruciating. in the two years you’d known each other, this was the first time any contact had been made. and it was almost unbearable.
“uhhh- thanks again, sorry we almost got you into an accident,” you tried again, reaching into your bag to pick out a snack to give him as a peace offering. although he annoyed you, you realised you should’ve been looking where you were going - at least for maeum.
he took the can that laid flat on your palm slowly, afraid you were just teasing. but you let him take it without reluctance.
“do you- uhh…” he started.
“hmm?” your head raised sharply to turn your attention to him, the snacks in your bag long forgotten.
“do you… do I.. know you?” he tried again. if he was nervous, you could barely sense it. although he was stumbling over his words, his eyes were narrowed in scrutiny, analysing your every feature. he knew exactly where he knew you from, the flick of your pen ringing in the back of his mind. any excuse to keep you beside him longer.
“probably… you’re in my criminology class. although I doubt you’ve ever actually paid attention to anything in that class, let alone me.”
he scoffed, eyes rolling up into the heavens. you really were bold. “that’s quite the assumption.” a smirk so prominent it has sketched its way into your brain, all the way down to the subtle shading of the dimples that outlines the corners of his lips.
you ignored him, focusing on maeum for a moment as she sat beside your feet in a fluffy ball, eyes glittering expectantly at inyeop. you followed her gaze, landing specifically on the creases that lined his eyes as he analysed you. you huffed. “which way are you headed?”
he tilted his head to look over your shoulder at his bike sitting idly on the side of the road. “well, before I was interrupted I was on my way to a party.” and then his eyes met yours. “why? do you want to come?” his signature smirk appeared, the one you caught glimpses of every so often.
you hesitated, the thought of being anywhere remotely sociable filling you with dread. you became nervous in seconds “I- uhh. I was going to say I’d treat you to dinner because of the accident I almost caused…” you were shy, you admit. he couldn’t understand how someone who can barely look him in the eye could be so bold.
your offer caused his heart to do a single backflip; that was more of a reaction than any other, he couldn’t recall this kind of reaction from anyone else. to say the least, he was intrigued by the person who sat at the front of class. “do me a deal.”
“hmm? a deal?” shimmering eyes, etched into his mind.
“you treat me to dinner, and I’ll take you to the party.”
he was met with silence, searching your eyes as you lulled over the thought in your head. right now?
it was almost like he could read your mind. “we could make it a recurring thing… you can make up for me almost hurting not only you but this gorgeous ball of fluff” your heart leaped when he crouched down to rub between maeum’s ears with affection, even more so when he looked back up at you. “… and I’ll teach you how to be sociable.”
“oooh! kinda like a friends with benefits thing?!” you grinned, excited by the fact that you may not have to feel so alone anymore.
his grin widened at your exclaim, certain you weren’t sure exactly what you had just said… “sure… like friends with benefits… are you in?”
and that was how you ended up in the clutches of the notorious bad boy.
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those around you witnessed a flourishing friendship; you were attached at the hip. your five o’clock walks by the beach were met with his bubbly personality, maeum pleased with having someone else to chase the waves with. you finally had someone to sit beside in class, his signature smirk plastered on his face as the whispers of students wondered who on earth their designated bad boy was sat beside.
it got to the point that you remember the little things. he always ordered extra cheesey tteok because you always added extra onto your own. you packed extra heat packs when you knew he’d be joining you. he started turning up three minutes early because he knew that was how long it took you to get from your apartment to the lobby, where he’d be waiting for you with an extra coffee for you in hand. he knew to wear an extra sweater to the party because you always left without a jacket and would complain of the cold despite the countless shots you had consumed. you noticed that when his foot began to tap as the horrifically drunk girl in front of him continued to run her hand down his bicep, he wanted out, so you always stepped in to play the jealous ex.
as the little things continued to build up, your feelings flourished alongside them.
not that you ever did anything about them.
until one night it was clear that things weren’t as they used to be. inyeop had dragged you into an unoccupied room at the party, away from the sleaze who was hitting on you.
“what the fuck are you doing?!” you cursed, something you didn’t usually do. it must’ve been the alcohol that coursed through your veins, and the slight haze that the drunk guy’s breath washed over you.
“what am I doing?! what were you just doing out there?!” he grabbed your arm again, you swayed slightly, trying really hard to focus on his eyes.
you smiled at his tone, it was flittered with desperation. “why… what was I doing?”
he couldn’t fight off the annoyance that washed over him at the light smirk that graced your lips. you had been spending far too much time with him, his cockiness was starting to rub off on you.
“you were literally throwing yourself all over that guy!! everyone was watching you!!!” although he knew you weren’t stable on your feet, he shook your shoulders with emphasis.
and the moment you may have changed everything. his face was so close to yours that you could feel his exasperated breath against your cheekbones.
“were you watching?” you shot back.
his eyes widened so much his eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. “what…”
it came out as a whisper, so quiet you almost didn’t hear it. his eyes began to glisten, the only hint of innocence he could ever show. you turned his world upside down more than he could have ever imagined.
“I was just having fun, yeop.” your taunting was over.
his head shook abruptly like he was trying to shake the thoughts from his mind. your finger reached up to tap the tip of his nose, the bright smile forming on your lips was impossible to not mirror.
he sighed drastically, a giggle escaping your throat. “can we just go back now… I’ll drop you home. I want to see maeum.”
and like that, you were being dragged out of the house quicker than your feet could keep up. along the way, he had slid his leather jacket over your shoulders as he always did. the walk home was silent as you matched your steps along the path. the low hum of the city began to sober you up, inyeop quietly singing to himself.
since that first party on the night he almost crashed into you, inyeop made it a habit to walk you back. at first, you thought it was because he parked his bike outside your apartment complex. you soon realised there was a caring side behind his bad boy facade that kept everyone else hooked. they clearly didn’t see the soft bean that was for your eyes only. he had become your best friend, and he cared about you just as much as you did him.
he sensed your aura change from beside him, head turning to see the smile light up your face. “what are you grinning about?” his own lips quirked in response to your happy expression.
“not much… just remembering the night you almost sent me and maeum flying.”
he halted abruptly. “hey! you admitted that night was entirely your fault!”
you held your hands up in mocking surrender, “okay! okay… I did admit that…”
he went silent for a moment. and then said something that shocked you; not because of ill intentions, but because you finally realised that that night didn’t just change your life.
“I don’t regret it.”
his eyes were genuine. and you returned the small smile he offered in silent appreciation for one another.
and then the heavens opened.
the mad dash to your apartment was filled with laughter and shrieks from you both. feet slapping against the puddles on the ground as you passed through the lobby doors. your hair clumped in damp strands over your eyes as you began to ring out your damp clothing. inyeop’s jacket became heavy on your shoulders.
“you can’t go home in that. come up for a minute while it settles and you can dry off a little.”
his eyebrows wiggled suggestively in response earning a shove from you.
maeum was overly excited to see inyeop. almost as if you were scotch mist. as he crouched down to give her affection, you headed for your cupboard, pulling out a couple of warm towels for you both to dry off.
you found inyeop lying on his back by the front door, shoes half off with maeum lying on top of his chest giving him her utmost attention. he was mumbling away to himself and giggling.
“what are you laughing about?” the towel landed on his face, earning a scowl from his raindrop stained face.
he then started laughing to himself again.
“what?!” you exclaimed.
“nothing!” he defended, the smile still evident on his lips. you waited, eyebrow raised in questioning.
“it's just… what you said down there got me thinking about something.” you waited again, the silence beckoning more of an explanation for his madness.
he shrugged his sweater off, pulling it from the scruff of the neck over his head. one small flutter.
he proceeded to rush the towel through his hair, biceps flexing in the process. two small flutters.
the whole time, his eyes never flickered from yours. it was the ultimate taunting staredown that caused the third flutter.
you broke the silence first. “thinking about what?”
he neatly folded the towel and placed it over the back of the chair to dry off, his hair sticking up in all sorts of directions. in two quick strides, he was stood in front of you, toes touching and fingers reaching for the dry towel you held tightly in your clutches.
quietly, he ran the towel through your hair, careful to focus on drying it completely so that you didn’t get a cold. from just below his chin, you had the perfect view of his features as his eyebrows etched in concentration. you were dying to know what exactly was going through his mind. you cleared your through in an attempt to drag him out of his thoughts.
“well. downstairs you said something that reminded me of something you said before.” you nodded, indicating for him to elaborate. “when we first met, the night you walked out into the road. you asked me if we could be friends with benefits.”
a deep pink flushed in your cheeks as your hands flew up to cover them. his eyes met yours as the embarrassment washed over you. gotcha.
“I did not say that?!” you tried but the bellow that came from inyeop proved just how much he was enjoying seeing his best friend squirm. he knew back then exactly what you meant, but the thought that anything more could ever come between you haunted him since that day.
“that was what… half a year ago now. you were so innocent back then.” his hands dropped from drying your hair, but not within brushing under your chin quickly in taunt.
you were annoyed. you knew inyeop enjoyed teasing you but surely this was too far. your thoughts drew back to early that night when he pulled you away from the guy you had flirted with because you saw him watching. when you teased him, it was the only time you’d ever seen him hesitate. and you enjoyed it.
“I’m not innocent anymore,” you taunted. eyes narrowed into your own, inyeop focused on read your thoughts as he tried not to react. but he couldn’t help it. for the last few months, you played with each other until you almost crossed the line. but the thought of crossing the line, even just once, left a dull burning in his stomach.
“is that right?” he retorted, eyebrow raised as his face seemingly inched closer to yours.
“mmhm.” it was all you could say. your nose filled with the cologne he was wearing, it was a mix of warming vanilla, swirls of cinnamon and just… him. “how enchanting,” you muttered lowly, he didn’t hear anything.
he was too focused on the way your eyes flickered between his, searching for some kind of each. you were in the same position, you always were. seeing which one of you broke first. but he also knew it would be him. so then came his next words.
“okay… prove it.”
a gasp escaped your throat, a mixture of shock and a sudden craving for touch. “what?” it came out as a whisper.
“prove you’re not innocent. maybe we can expand on that friends with benefits deal we made.” he wasn’t holding back. he had done for far too long, constantly tiptoeing on the tension that could light up this entire apartment building.
your fingers inched closer to him, both for support in your knees that were about to buckle, but also with the overwhelming desire to make contact. his white tshirt clung perfectly to his torso. one night couldn’t hurt.
“okay,” you agreed. but held your hand up to his face quickly to stop him from leaning in. “but! it’s a one time thing. you said you could teach me things so we’ll treat it as that.” excuse after excuse poured out of you before you could stop it, fear that your feelings would multiply the moment his lips met yours.
his lips quirked slightly as he nodded in agreement. but as soon as he got a taste, it was like something was yelling from within, a burning desire that laid idly for so long threatening to overflow. his fingers grappled at the curve of your jaw to keep him grounded. your own pulled at the hem of his shirt, a silent begging for the moment you had both thought about but never acted upon.
your body flushed against his, he barely let go to pull his shirt over his head with one hand, the other planted in a grip at your waist. your lips parted momentarily only to be chasing after one another the moment the white material met the floor. he guided you blindly, knowing your apartment by the back of his hand, your lips locked in a desperate embrace.
the moment your knees hit the end of the bed, you fell backwards hitting the comforter softly. inyeop stood over you, quietly taking in your appearance below him. his eyebrow quirked with his signature smirk making an appearance.
“you sure you just want this to be a one time thing?” his fingers traced up your thigh in taunt.
you groaned and pulled him down to you, “shut up.”
and the night went on, whispers of affection, lips tracing across the plains of each other's skin as he showed you how the gods lived, and you proved to him your innocence melted away at the flick of his fingers. you decided then that you were wrong. it couldn’t be a one time thing. because the moment his lips reached for your own, any unease washed away as you were met with the melting pools of his eyes.
this was something only the two of you shared. the subtle touches and flirtation from the previous months finally adding up.
the clock flashed in the darkness, indicating that you were approaching the fourth hour of the day. inyeop’s fingers traced down your sides subconsciously as he pressed delicate kisses into your shoulder. you had laid in silence for what felt like hours, basking in each other’s warmth and sudden bursts of giggles as you reached for each other. you were wrapped up in everything about him - his delicate touch, his intoxicating scent, his plush lips that barely left any part of your body untouched.
it was him that broke the silence, pulling you to turn into his embrace, noses brushing as your heads rested against the same pillow. “that was fun.”
you giggled against his lips, his bluntness causing flowers to bloom in your chest. “it was.”
he exhaled slowly, fingers coming up to push your bangs away from your eyes, fingers grazing over your eyebrows. he realised his fingers moved subconsciously to smooth out the frown lines that were usually there… but were far from it in these early hours of the night.
“what do you think… about all this.” he questioned, hoping you didn’t regret the last few hours.
“it was… interesting.” you giggled as the worry on his face faded at your response. “we could… uh- make it a thing.”
“a thing?” he wiggled his eyebrows for the second time that night, suggestively hinting to you.
“yes, a thing.”
“like.. our thing?” his the pads of his fingers wandered the high points of your cheeks until he met your lips, brushing over them nonchalantly.
“sure. our thing.”
he was mesmerised by how your lips moved under his touch, silently scolding himself for not being this bold sooner. you were merely adding another layer onto your friendship, no strings attached.
but his eyes focused solely on your lips, the way they curved when you smiled, only at him. “how enchanting.” he whispered.
and that was how your arrangement began. best friends outside of these four walls. best friends with a twist the moment you stepped in through the door.
you often found yourself making excuses to remain in your apartment. simply sitting together and reading was enough for you, subtle touches coming with time as you tried to focus on the page in front of you.
but, trying to get his attention once he was engrossed in a book was difficult. you never expected the so-called bad boy to be a softy for mysterious quests and fending off evil. then again, that was one of the raging stereotypes inyeop constantly diminished.
maeum rested her head against his shoulder as she laid across the top of the sofa, tiny beige fur tickling his neck as she stretched out but he didn’t mind. maybe if you gave attention to maeum he might get a little jealous?
your intense stare, that was supposed to be for her, was often warped by the way his eyebrow quirked at a funny line, or his jawline sharpening abruptly as he stretched his neck from sitting in the same spot all day. his fingers grazing your ankle didn’t help the situation at all. until he caught you staring.
he lifted his head that was previously buried in Legends of Condor Heroes, his hand falling to his lap as he turned to you. his head hit the back of the sofa when his gaze pooled into your own; they glistened, his eyes, something it took you a long time to notice. he’d tell you it happened the moment you said yes… but you’d argue that it was there all along, the walls he built up disguising it from the world.
“what are you looking at?” he quipped, eyebrow raised as a subtle smirk rested on his lips. the way the corners turned up right at the edges formed a fuzzy feeling right in the pit of your stomach. and that’s why he did it - inyeop lived for the reaction he got from you.
“nothing,” you turned your head back to your own book. legs sliding back to your chest as you wrapped your arms around them; your chin rested against your knees while you tried to focus on the words on the page. you had his attention now – bingo.
a sudden jolt almost knocked you off the plush cushions, inyeop had lifted your feet to drape them back over his lap “where they belonged”. the novel he was so concentrated on before was now placed neatly on the armrest, the dog-ear bookmark on the corner resembling maeum’s. a small smile washed over his features when he realised what you were doing, fingers reaching up to tuck your fallen strands behind your ears. you weren’t expecting it; he barely flinched when he pulled you closer. you could see why everyone at school constantly stared, he wasn’t on the weaker side. it was growing more difficult to fight off the rush of emotion that came over you and swelling in your chest each time his eyes crinkled, intensely gazing into your own; his bad boy persona was diminishing little by little before your very eyes.
this arrangement made subtle touches toward each other a very normal thing. you found it difficult to keep your hands to yourself, especially in public. moments as you were walking down the street, your fingers would gravitate toward his.
“hi.” the crinkles around his eyes becoming deeper as he smiled. “someone wants attention.”
“aren’t you supposed to be going on a date soon?” you quipped, remembering that he wasn’t just yours to share.
he hummed, finger coming to his chin exaggeratedly as he stared off to the side in pretend thought. he did, but he knew where he’d rather be.
in response, your book was flung across the room, but not before he delicately folded at the corner of the page you were on. his fingers gripped onto your waist as he inhaled slowly, eyes wandering over your features like it was the first time he ever saw you.
“fancy a quick one?” that signature smirk was hard to say no to.
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A/N: part 2? ;)
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Mabel approached Adair slowly, the sight of his eyes being sewn shut horrified her. Not that she was afraid of him, but her empathy for his pain made her stomach tie in a knot. His best contribution? She repeated to herself. What does he mean by that? Mabel tried to push away the array of questions in her mind, focusing on the here and now. "Do they... still hurt?" The short queen asked with concern.
Adair shook his head, a small smile still present on his face. "No, the pain has long since passed." The shaman then put his mask back over his face, and stored away the jar full of berries on his shelf. "We must prepare you for your journey," Adair began by putting a palm on her shoulder. "You'll meet many new friends along the way, some will need your help, and at times you'll need theirs." Using his free hand, he picked up a few different jars filled with herbs and harvested mushrooms then handed them to her before guiding Mabel out of his burrow-like home. "You may need these for the road ahead." He explained.
The blue feathered mudokon felt overwhelmed by all of the things she was now carrying, but Mabel didn't want to seem rude by refusing his help. Following Adair throughout the unfamiliar winding tunnels, a bellowing bark echoed from the path ahead. Beetle? Mabel could recognize his call from a mile away, only just now realizing he had been alone this whole time. A twinge of guilt pinched at the back of her mind. "Is he okay?" She asked.
"Your friend is just fine," The shaman assured her. "He's with the other mounts, and I instructed Ferris to make sure he was well fed." The flickering lights of the torches in the ground seemed to glow brighter as they entered the tunnel that held pens of varying sizes. Elums and a couple of Scrabs were safely behind strong wooden barriers. Among them was Mabels' pet sleg, his tail wagging as he could hear them approaching.
"How've you been boy?" The moment Mabel spoke, the large sleg started whining happily and tapping his large claws on the ground impatiently. "Adair said they've been good to you." Giving her sleg much needed affection, she put down the jars of various herbs and ran her fingers through the tuft of fur on his head. Hearing his happy yips and barks brought a smile to her face.
The elderly shaman grinned a bit behind his mask. "It seems like you two will be fit for travel after we get the rest of your supplies in order." He gestured to the wheelbarrows off to the side of Beetle's enclosure.
"Supplies?" Mabel questioned. "You've already given me those herbs."
Adair chuckled. "You'll need much more than that for your travels, child." As if on queue, Oren, Ferris, and a few more guards walked into the chamber, carrying a variety of lumber, clay bricks, and other building supplies.
Mabel was puzzled. What's all of this for? Before Mabel could ask that question, Oren chimed in. "We'll be assisting you in building a safe place to rendezvous after the battle." He explained in a matter-of-fact tone. After the battle?? Mabel swallowed the lump in her throat, a look of fear plain to see from her expression. "What's that look for? Did you really expect to get in and out of the glukkon capital city without a fight?" Oren asked, sounding stern and judgmental.
Truth be told, Mabel hadn't thought about it like that before, she had hoped for a stealthy approach in and out, but getting away with it a second time sounded impossible given the number of mudokons who would need to escape. It won't be just me and Beetle this time... I can't believe I didn't consider that before now. Placing a paw on her brow she scolded herself silently for her lack of foresight.
Noticing Mabel's slight distress, Ferris put down the bag of food he had been carrying, placing it on the back of a tumbril attached to a large Elum. "Don't take what Oren says to heart, he can be a real glukk-head sometimes, but he means well," turning to look at his taller brother, the red mudokons voice shifted to that of a teasing tone. "Personally, I think he's just picking on you because he's scared of leaving the caves." He said, raising an eyebrow towards the dark grey drone.
"I am not!" Oren barked back at his older, yet shorter brother, grumbling something under his breath as he angerly loaded wooden beams onto a cart.
Seeing the two brothers jokingly squabble like that reminded Mabel of her twin sister, and how much she missed her company. We'll get you out of that horrible plantation, if it's the last thing I do. She thought to herself, glad to have company this time around on her travels.
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Young Hunger
A wolf grows up in Aerslaent Parts: 1 [2] 3 4 5 6 7 Epilogue
2 - What’s in a Name?
“Get back ‘ere, ye thievin’, no good strays! Guards, guards!”
Broom held high, the Sea wolf merchant swings at the nearest rascal and sends her sliding across the floor. He’s about to let loose another home run when his hand suddenly catches fire, forcing him to drop his makeshift weapon. As he howls in pain, the child hurriedly scoops up all of her fallen plunder, and then quickly darts into the safety of the shadows. By the time the guards arrive, the gang of looting kids is long gone.
Amid laughter and heavy breathing, children gather inside of an abandoned building whose walls are decorated with chalk drawings and dried daisy chains. The straggler rejoins the group and dumps her steal at the center. She then falls to the ground, kicks her legs out, and rolls her head back with her chin held high.
“Pwaah, that was close! You really saved me there, Cap’n Wolf!”
I flip back my hair with a smug grin. “No problem! You hunt with me, and no one gets left behind...or goes hungry.”
A chorus of agreement rises up from my friends, and one even pats their belly. My escapades from the mansion have led to this - a secret life, and a secret group of friends to provide for. A ragtag band of street orphans whose lives flip flop between innocent playing and dealing with rumbling tummies. I stretch my wrist as I recall the thaumaturgy lessons that my tutor has drilled into my head. Concentrate your energies, your aether, onto your foci, and then let it take shape as sorcery. Suffice to say, I didn’t foresee myself using magic to help my friends steal, but I was happy to put my talents to use. For now, I simply watch over the kids as they pick over today’s haul.
“That was stupid. We could’ve been caught, and ye know what they do to kids like us. A finger ‘fore every grown up wronged.” The girl whose hair resembles a crow’s nest of pine needles stands behind me, nervous eyes darting to the door as if she expects a guard to bust in at any moment. She frowns. “Wolf, ye promised me that the last time would be the last!”
Stunned, I open and close my mouth like a fish, words failing me. Someone else speaks up in my stead.
“No, you’re stupid! What, you scared?! You a scaredy cat?” The girl I saved earlier stands up with her hands on her hips and boldly bares her teeth. “Scaaaredy cat, scaredy cat!”
The rest of my friends join in on the cruel song. Before I know it, they’ve surrounded the pine-headed girl to point and snigger and sneer at. One of them jostles me on the shoulder, urging me to lead them on the next, mocking chorus. I set my mouth in a hard line as a righteous anger takes hold. That’s right! Who was she to doubt my plans? Without me, the gang would be going hungry! I step up and narrow my eyes at the target. She glances around herself, uncertain and tense.
“Scaredy cat, scravendy rat!” I taunt in a sing-song voice. My friends hoot and roll on the ground with laughter, and they echo my addition as soon as they can. Encouraged, I go one step further. “Is that what we should call you from now on? Scravendy rat?”
“Sc-rav-en-dee rat...Scrab...Cap’n, that’s too much to say!” A girl rests her chin on my shoulder and flashes me a sly grin. “How about just Cravendy?”
With a smirk and a nod from me, the rest of the gang begins to shriek and shout the new name. Cravendy rat, scaredy cat! I turn away, but not before I meet eyes with the bullied girl. Her gaze is steely. For now, she holds her tongue.
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RobStar Week 2020, Day 5 - Rescue
(This one was my second favorite to do.)
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Cinderblock bellowed as he pitched the lifted piece of metal scaffolding at them. Cyborg ducked and Beast Boy morphed into a sparrow to evade but Robin caught the piece full in the stomach, grunting and doubling over as it knocked him from his feet, carrying him clean over the side of the pier and into the water below.
The chilly autumn saltwater blasted around his head and body in a stream of furious bubbles as he hit, and the scaffolding sank into the bay, down, down, dragging Robin down with it.
Robin struggled against its weight several moments. A sliver of panic poked through him as he felt his back hit the muddy bottom.
He looked up frantically towards the surface, not even fifteen feet above him, but still agonizingly far away. His hands pulled on a beam, tugging, hands slipping around the slick metal.
The heavy piece of construction material wouldn't budge. It had settled on the harbor floor, wedging him in place, pinned down by the corner pressing into his stomach.
Robin's legs kicked loosely. His hands scrabbed at the beam on his midsection, fumbling towards his belt, but his tools were just underneath the thick metal in a way that made them inaccessible and his throat was tightening and he was running out of breath.
His wide eyes flashed up towards the rippling ocean surface and the air above him, horribly out of reach.
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On the other side of the construction site, Starfire and Raven blasted twin streams of energy into the sloppy, gelatinous pieces of Plasmus.
The pieces screeched, melting apart and dissolving into amorphous goop, laying in splotchy patches on the concrete.
The main body of the creature wobbled and teetered, exhausted from the fight, finally breaking open and spilling the man inside onto the ground, where he moaned softly.
Starfire panted hard, but didn't relax, glancing over at Raven and seeing that the other girl had stiffened, her violet eyes widening slightly.
Cold fear started trickling through her. Their fight was over and yet Raven's face was paling, which meant she must be sensing something through her bond with Robin.
Which meant something had gone wrong.
She stepped towards her friend, worry beating through her heart. "Raven?" she called.
Raven shook herself, raising her hands.
"We need to get back to the boys," she just said urgently. "Now."
Starfire didn't need to be told twice, stepping quickly closer as Raven's black energy swelled up around them.
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Cinderblock sprawled on the dock behind him as Cyborg watched the water's surface anxiously. He had been acutely aware of Robin's absence at his back, a slow-growing anxious panic building inside him.
Robin had been under too long.
Beast Boy had dove in almost before Cinderblock had finished falling, morphing before he hit the water, becoming a large shark.
Now a fin broke the water, followed by Beast Boy's head as he morphed back, and then Robin's, limp and lolling forward.
Cyborg leaned down at once, stretching out as Beast Boy kicked back for the dock, one arm slashing through the water until he was within range.
His metal hands slipped under Robin's armpits as Beast Boy lifted him up.
Cyborg hauled Robin onto the dock, trying not to think about how limp and quiet and pale he was. Beast Boy scrabbled his way up onto the wooden pier momentarily, shaking the water off, biting his lip until it hurt as Cyborg checked first with his arm sensors and then manually at Robin's neck.
A swish of magic sounded and then Raven and Starfire were there, running up, Starfire already looking horrified and panicked.
Cyborg leaned his ear down over Robin's face, then straightened.
"Weak pulse, but he's not breathing," he told them, carefully tilting the boy's head to begin resuscitation.
He managed a single cycle of breaths before the girls reached them, Beast Boy biting his nails the whole time.
To his surprise, Starfire was the one who shoved Cyborg aside first, grabbing up Robin's head, sealing her mouth over his and...
...Well, it looked like some kind of rescue breathing, but no kind Beast Boy had ever seen. Some Tamaranian technique maybe.
Starfire's lips were practically biting Robin's and Beast Boy was fairly certain her tongue was down his throat, but a moment later he forgot his curiosity as Robin's diaphragm gave a sharp twitch.
Then he gargled.
Then Starfire detached, long tongue retracting quickly into her mouth and Robin choked, coughing up, turning his head over and expelling small mouthfuls of water into the wood under his right arm.
Relief pinged through the Titans, and it was obvious Starfire was holding herself back from throwing her arms around Robin. She sat back, her hands curled happily over her chest, expression elated as she watched him gasp and cough, slowly regaining color and recovering his breath.
Raven knelt down, looking him over in concern. "You okay?" she asked.
Robin pressed a hand to the base of his neck, swallowing and making a face. "Ngh..." he groaned. He sat up, touching a hand reassuringly to Starfire's arm as he shook his head. "My throat feels gross," he complained.
Starfire ducked her head, scrunching up sheepishly. She tapped the ends of her index fingers together, avoiding eye contact. "Forgive me," she said. "I... may have used secretions from my tongue to... stimulate your gag reflex."
He looked askance at her.
The other Titans were silent for an awkward moment.
"It is a Tamaranian first aid technique. For drowning victims," Starfire elaborated, hiding her face outright now, blushing furiously.
"Was that... safe?" Robin asked, his eyebrows scrunching slightly.
"For humans, I am... not sure," Starfire admitted. Her hands were wringing together now, agitated. "But... you were so still and... and Cyborg said you were not breathing so..."
Sudden tears welled up in her eyes and she gave a cry, throwing herself on him, arms grabbing him tightly.
"Oh Robin!" she cried in distress. "I thought I was going to lose you!"
He grunted a bit from her sudden affection, but immediately wrapped his arms around her back, squeezing her reassuringly.
"Hey. It's okay," he whispered. "It's okay, you didn't lose me. You saved me."
She hiccuped, burying her eyes in his neck and sniffling softly.
Raven cleared her throat.
The two became aware of the other three still awkwardly standing there around them and pulled away, though they didn't let go of each other.
Raven spoke in a neutral monotone. "You injured anywhere else or are you okay?" she asked.
Robin touched a hand to his side and grimaced. "I think the beam might have cracked a rib," he said. "And I'm definitely bruising."
Cyborg glanced at his arm scanner. "Well, doesn't look like you've got any internal bleeding. And I'm not reading any reactions to Starfire's, erm..." He trailed off a moment, his expression looking like he very much wanted not to think about it. "...'secretions'," he finished.
"Don't embarrass her, she saved my life," Robin chided, kicking Cyborg's knee a bit with his toe.
"Yeah but it's still gross," Beast Boy said, turning aside to mutter about weird alien biology.
Starfire gripped his wrist, standing, helping him gingerly to his feet. She was trembling slightly, the emotional rush of her fear and then her relief still vibrating through her.
He was right. It was okay. He hadn't drowned.
He was safe.
Her heart swelled with warmth as he turned a grateful look up to her, whispering a reverent, "Thank you." and she just squeezed his arm tighter in response.
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This Girl / Steve Harrington Fluff
Reader: Hey, could I have a Steve Harrington x reader where y/n went to high school with him. She was in the track team and everyone thought she was just a jock. She works at the mall and comes to visit him at work. But when Dustin comes she nerds out with him and makes Steve love her even more. She helps fight the mind flayer and is badass. She gets knocked out at one point so Steve freaks out and accidentally admits his feelings. Then have a happy ending. Thank you! I can’t wait to see it.
This is so adorable my lovely anon! All comments and feedback are much appreciated, and honestly mean a lot! <3
Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington. Now that was a name you were never going to forget. Especially as he happened to be your best friend.
High school had been tough, even with the coolest kid in Hawkins by your side. His friends were always vulgar, and rude, and quite obviously disapproved of you hanging out with them at lunch from the glares they gave you over the sticky canteen tables, bubblegum popping from their lips with an air of distaste. Sitting with someone from the track team for them was only okay if it was a hot guy they could hit on later, but Steve’s childhood best friend who constantly stole his thunder and attention? Not so much.
Sighing to yourself, you shake yourself out of your thoughts by pulling your blue apron over your head in preparation for your break away from the food court. Smoothing down your navy shorts and straightening your newly washed white dress shirt, you lift up the flap in the counter and skip away from the cash register, a small smile beginning to brighten your face at the thought of Scoops Ahoy, and at the prospect of seeing Steve’s adorable little hat that he’s so frustrated about during yet another thirty minutes of total bliss.
You still sometimes are awestruck by this great monstrosity that had managed to eat its way into the midst of small town Hawkins; the architecture, the domed roof higher than cathedral and made of the most beautiful swirling glass, a mirage of blue and white. The walkways flow with rivers of people, a sterile, blinding white tile that shine like the surface of a lake at sunrise. In the background is music to soothe, gentle flowing notes to take the shopper's cares far away, an ordered chaos full of life and hope.
Stepping into the shop, you laugh lightly to see a disgruntled Steve watching a smirking Erica walk away. Steve’s face brightens into a beaming smile as you approach.
‘Ahoy, my lady, I didn’t see you there!’
‘Steve, I literally come here the same time everyday, dipshit. Now. where’s my best friend?’
‘Hey! I thought I was your best friend?’
You shrug your shoulders, a smile tugging at your lips. ‘You’re up there. Definitely. But I have to say, David in the food court makes a mean smoothie. And what do you have, Mr Ice cream scooper?’
Whipping out his scoop and twirling it in his fingers, he runs around the corner, shock lining his expression before he comes stumbling to a halt in front of you, his little sailor hat slightly crooked over his hair. There’s silence for a moment, neither of you noticing Robin peer out with an amused, knowing smirk from the back room as the two of you start to break into giggles, before Steve comes barrelling into your arms.
You shove him out of the way however, ignoring the light gasp and ‘hey!’ that bubble from his lips as you see a mass of curls approach behind him, covered by a very recognisable red and white hat,
‘Henderson??’
‘Y/n!? Damn girl, I have missed seeing you.’
Running forwards, you nearly slip across the floor and straight into a metal chair to reach Dustin. You giggle lightly as Dustin chuckles along, the two of you doing your signature intricate handshake as Dustin hops lightly, overjoyed to see you working at the mall as well.
‘Hey...hey, hello? Earth to you two, I’m still here?’
Not noticing Steve’s plea, you wrap one arm around Dustin, before launching into a myriad of questions concerning how summer camp had been and whether he had time yet to go see Back to the Future and what he thought about the concept of time travel and on and on and on, your arms waving animatedly in the air and your eyes bright.
However, what you don’t see, are Steve’s eyes. Even as you yap, his eyes constantly lock onto your cheeks with a burning heat, willing the blush crawling up his neck to disappear as he sees Dustin pause for a moment, smirking back at Steve who only shakes his head with a giddy smile. As time seems to slow down for him, he can’t help but watch your breath rise and fall, or see the way the rays of light from the swinging lamps fall and light up the soft locks of your hair, bathing you in a halo of light, which he thought was rather fitting. Dustin was disturbed by the awe-struck look Steve was desperately giving you, his head which was tilted slightly suddenly snapping up as he heard Dustin’s high pitched giggles, turning his head towards Robin who raises her eyebrows and only replies by sliding the little counter window shut.
That was the moment Steve knew for sure, and it scared him a little to realise how furious these feelings now raged in his heart, having squashed them down to lie dormant for a while as the whole madness of the Upside Down carried on. He was ferociously, madly in love, and he couldn’t hide it anymore.
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‘I’m so sorry, so damn sorry to have dragged you into this, y/n.’
‘Steve, you didn’t drag me into anything’, you try to shout over the deafening sound of bursting fireworks that fizzle and spin in bright red and blue sparkles in front of your eyes, continuing as the Mindflayer roars, ‘this was my own damn decision. Plus, I can’t just leave you all doped up for the Russians to take again, can I? What sort of best friend would I be.’
Steve’s lips twitch, and you swear you see tears well up in his eyes as he turns towards you, looking away from the Mindflayer. He steadies himself against the stone pillar, and you grimace slightly to see the blood that soaks his shirt as it pours like tears from the deep cut on his forehead, his hands shaking, but he’s not sure it’s because of the danger he finds himself in yet again.
‘I...I wish I had more time, y/n. There are so many things I wanted to say to you.’
His heart hammers as you squint at him. ‘I have so many questions, but you’re kind of scaring me with this whole ‘more time’ bullcrap.’
Your voice nearly breaks as you continue. ‘You better not be trying anything, Harrington.’
Steve rustles his shorts, one slipping up his thigh as he stares at you, afraid to move but knowing the only way he could keep you safe, the girl he had been in love with since the first day of school, the girl he had shared countless sleepless nights with, countless memories of road trips during summer break where it was just the two of them and his newest Queen cassettes, was to end this himself.
He finally allows the tears to slip down his cheeks, and you huff lightly as you finally take in his meaning. Letting out a shaking breath, you whisper, ‘not on your life, Harrington.’
Standing up, stumbling to your feet, feeling angrier and more indignant now than you ever had in your life, you turn to face the thing that had plagued this town and the boy who owned your heart for too long now, raising your arms out in tight fists by your side before running forward out of a floundering Steve’s grasp, as the Mindflayer just roars in your face.
The cold, slimy tendrils wrap around your arm and his midriff, scraping and winding around your bloody uniform as Eleven scrambles back, nearly falling down the steps as an eternity of razor teeth roar out into the near empty mall. You feel the heat of the firework’s flames as the Mindflayer moves closer, your grunts and moans of frustration bursting against your lips as you feel the blood start to trickle against your chin, feel the air begin to leave your lungs as your chest begins to squeeze. Hitting out against the thing, you kick and scrab and fight with all that’s left in you, closing your eyes tight and thinking only of Steve’s laugh. And for a moment, as its hold begins to loosen, it feels as if you’ve won.
The next thing you feel, however, is not a sharp point ripping through your chest, but the cold hard crack of your back as you hit against the cold tiles again. For a peaceful few minutes, you lose consciousness, dreaming of your childhood in short flashes, not noticing Steve stumbling to his feet, his eyes bloodshot and cloudy as his heart begins to pound, whispering small little ‘no, no, no, please god no’ ‘s to himself like a mantra as he hobbles across the tiles, his boots nearly slipping in his desperation to get to you, to hold you, to know that you’re alive. He pushed Mike harshly out of the way, falling to his knees by your side.
‘No, no, goddammit y/n, not now. You can’t die now, not now! Come on, I love you! Please, y/n, I love you. I can’t lose you now.’
Nancy never thinks she’s seen Steve cry so much before, but as she wanders over, watching the tears drip down his cheeks in hot streams, his eyes nearly shut with pain as his lips blubber, so unsure as to what or say or what to do as his hands tremble, hovering over your body, she’s frightened by its intensity.
‘Somebody-somebody call a damn ambulance! I can’t lose you now, y/n. Please, god just please. I’m an idiot, I know, but I’m you’re idiot, y/n. If you can hear me, please open your eyes.’
Pressing his head down onto your neck, he begins to sob gently, before they turn into devastating, racking sobs that echo throughout the silent building.
‘Why would you do that? Why would you do that, y/n?’
‘B-because I love you too’, you whisper, your eyes flickering awake to see his wide eyes hovering over you, nearly crying at the slight hope that glints in his forlorn eyes, not even caring about the pain in your head as he wraps his arms around your middle, resting his head just above your struggling, but strong heartbeat.
‘I swear-I swear if you ever do that when I’m just about to launch into a speech about my undying love for you’, he begins to whisper with laughing hiccups, ‘you’re never getting another free sundae again.’
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#71 with curtis?
#71. "Let me help you."
The weeks have been brutual, cold, filled with sadness due to the loss of loved ones and friends. It was a small group, suddenly all tiles were gone, tailender or front people. There was still some resentment but survival the only thing that mattered.
Curtis of course, took full control of the group, it was almost natural to him but mostly because of the guilt eating him alive and promised to help these people. Being the reason the Snowpiercer derailed in the first place, he was obligated to.
There was no speaking, the group shuffling through the snow, it packing underneath their feet. The cold was metling away, atmosphere warming by the day but it still made bodies shake, fingers turn purple and noses red. Curtis's black coat still coated in blood, two weeks later and he couldn't move his arm, surely it was infected. Large pus falls forming against the swollen scrabs that scratched against the sleeve of the rough but warm material.
They were in the search of shelter still, anything with protection against the falling snowing. All of their bellies growled, babies cried in hungry, from new born to toddlers. Mother's no longer producing milk.
A large bunch of rocks blocked the trail, big round boulders that no one had the energy to even try. They decided to camp for the night, the climbing tomorrow's problem. Curtis and a group of men to look for food, honestly for anything to sustain the group.
It was hopeless, after an hour they realized this land was like the other. A victim to the weather, dead and deserted. On the way back though, one man noticed movement on top of the rocks, it was almost sunrise, the sun light shinning directly above the pile of boulders but he made out the outline of a human, guessing from the shorter frame, a woman.
"Hey!" A man behind him calls loudly. It all happened so fast, the girl tumbling down the pile of rocks and him speeding to help her.
She groaned loudly as he reached her, she didn't look like anyone else. Pure white fur almost covered her whole body, only thing left bare was her reddening face that had black charcoal under neath her eyes. She looked clean? Eyes squeezing shut as she scrambles to free herself but it's no use. Her ankle trapped underneath a rather large rock.
"Let me help you." He reached over the cliff, hand put for her. She slaps it away, pushing her hardest to push the rock away. At most Curtis thought she was a front ender that was afraid that some tail enders will hurt her.
"Are you from the front? We won't hurt you."
"What are you talking about?" She hisses, accent thick, something he's never heard before.
"You're not from the train?" She nods unsurely, giving up the efforts of pushing the rock away.
"You're from out here?" She doesn't know what he saying but watches as he points to the snow, the sky, she gets it eventually: the coldness.
"Yes." Curtis is almost taken back, all this time he was told no one survived. No one could survive, but looking at her it was possible. Her face filled out in just the right way, she wasn't starving. lips soft and pink, not chapped like his. The furs of a large animal, but stitched so beautifully.
Curtis pulls the large rock from her leg, but not before moving the large spear from next to her. Her ankle, obviously broken but it didn't stop her from trying to run away from the strange man but falls onto the rocks with a hard thud, blood now flowing from her nose and busted head.
"I'm not going to hurt you." His large hand presses against her knee gently, softly rubbing the fur before throwing her over his shoulder. Obviously not going to be survive out here with a broken ankle, decided he was going to help her as well. The survivor of the cold.
A/N: i really really want to make a series based off this but who would read it ? 😥
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oddworld ask game, tagged by my sister @ask-alf-oddworld !
1. Which Oddworld game is your favourite out of the series?
it’s hard to choose, but i’d have to go with Munch’s oddysee. it was the first game I was introduced to, and the first game I played.
2. Who’s your favourite mudokon?
3. Who’s your favourite slig?
there aren’t many slig characters (unfortunately) but I like Lulu’s slig. he was a cool guy
4. Who’s your favourite glukkon?
Molluck, he was cool 😎
5. Who’s your favourite Oddworld character in general?
6. Which sapient species is your favourite? (I.e. Muds, sligs, gluks, vykkers etc)
definitely mudokons, they’re so cute
7. Which non-sapient species is your favourite? (I.e. Paramites, scrabs, slogs etc)
gabbits babey!!
8. Which is your favourite level/cutscene?
I can’t choose a favourite level, but I can choose some of my favourite cutscenes! one was that cutscene in New n’ tasty where Abe first transforms into Shrykull and then he does that walk where you can tell he’s thinking ‘yeah i’m the shit’
other favourite cutscenes are the good ending from Munch’s oddysee, and Alf having a go at Abe in Exoddus because he and his friends want a drink.
9. Which location in Mudos is your favourite?
I actually really like west Mudos and wanna see more of it!
10. What’s your favourite quote/line from the games?
the b o i l e r ?
11. Which is your least favourite game out of the series?
this is a hard question, if I had to choose it’d have to be Stranger’s wrath, but that’s still a very good game.
12. Who is your least favourite Oddworld character?
eugene. also big bro sligs used to scare the absolute crap out of me
13. Natives or industrialists?
natives all the way!!
14. Abe, Munch, or Stranger?
I think we know ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
although when I was first introduced to Oddworld, my favourite character was Munch- he’s a close second for me now, but I used to love him a lot
15. When did you first get into Oddworld?
I was around 7 years old when my sister showed me a drawing of Abe that she did. I was like “h u h” and Abe gave me a certain weird vibe that was hard to explain. a mixture of discomfort and intrigue.
she began telling me about the Oddworld games and showing me cutscenes and stuff, and I happily and excitedly watched her play them. I made a DeviantArt when I was 8 or 9 (has been abandoned for yEEEARS) where I mostly posted my Oddworld fanart.
i drew this when i was like 8 or 9?
16. Has there ever been a moment in the games that terrified you?
the bad ending for Munch’s oddysee. sweet jesus
17. What moment from the games made you laugh?
i’ve has some really funny glitches, also various moments from cutscenes.
18. How many times have you played the games?
i’ve only finished Munch’s Oddysee and New n’ tasty once each, getting the good ending both times. I played part of Stranger’s wrath but stopped at Packrat Palooka (I think?)
as for all the other games, I watched my sister play them lmao
19. What’s your fondest Oddworld-related memory?
there’s multiple! finishing Munch’s oddysee for the first time and getting the good ending (I think I cried? lol) and any other one would probably be watching my sister play the games lmao
20. Do you have an OC?
oh man. i’ve had a lot of Oddworld ocs that have come and gone. the first one I made was called Bob, an average looking mudokon with a single red feather for hair. he stuck with me the longest but I abandoned him a couple years ago. he still means a lot to me though, he’s one of the ocs i’ve had for the longest in general. may revive him in future
though I am actually working on an OC at the moment! his name is Leif, he’s a farmer mudokon who grows crops and stuff. i’ll probably make an account for him later.
21. Do you have any headcanons?
yep! I can’t remember all of them, but one is that Toby is a teenager.
22. Do you have any AU ideas?
Abe but he’s on the side of the industrialists lmao
23. Do you own/collect any merch?
I have a Munch plush that my sister kindly gave to me!! I love him a lot
24. Do you have any unpopular opinions?
alf is smelly hehe
25. Who’s your favourite person (or people) on Oddtumblr?
y-you guys know who you are 🥺👉👈
(absolute favourite though is @ask-alf-oddworld , she’s my sister and she got me into Oddworld in the first place)
26. What are your thoughts on Lorne Lanning, Sherry McKenna, and/or Oddworld Inhabitants?
I love them and their work so so so so much, and can’t thank them enough for creating this beautiful and messed up story.
27. What piece of lore do you hope makes it into the games?
aw man. anything relating to the queens or Munch’s oddysee.
28. Which character from the lore do you hope shows up in the games?
sam
29. What hopes do you have for the franchise?
I hope it gets more attention!
30. How has Oddworld impacted/influenced you?
it influenced me to develop morals. the stories were so creative and inspiring, but also based on actual things that were going on in the world. the Oddworld games have this unique and indescribable vibe about them (in a good way)
also Oddworld just made me really happy. it’s been one of my most important and biggest interests, it was the first thing I ever became really obsessed with, and I have so many positive childhood memories.
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