#and the other band I’m so so normal about but won’t tag bc I know for a fact they peruse the main tag on tumblr

[charlataninred]

I love saying “[person/group] really said [quote] and expected me to be normal???” Bc whenever I hear raw and powerful lyrics I’m imagining the lyricist laying on the bed and kicking their legs and giggling like a schoolgirl knowing EXACTLY how it’s going to affect the listener

[hedghost]

Hedge’s Official Ranking of the 24/25 WSL Kits That Literally Nobody Asked For - Home Edition

please please tell me your thoughts in the reblogs or tags!!! i love hearing other people’s critiques. this is the one time the woso community can all come together and complain about the same thing!

1.Liverpool

potentially a controversial opinion but this is Nice As Hell! i know a lot of people said the collars are ugly but like idk it’s kinda giving if you ask me. it’s bold, it’s a statement. i love retro. this is just a good kit. it’s doing bits without doing too much. simple, tasteful, plus a little subtle pizzazz with those jaunty ass stripes - werk it ladies!

plus this kit is made from recycled plastic bottles, nice job! save those turtles liverpool!

apparently the pattern spells out ynwa, which i’m totally Not seeing (maybe i misunderstood this). i’m getting a Y, and then like an H in there maybe? and then i’m just lost, so not sure you hit the mark with that one, but love you for trying! it’s a cool pattern regardless, so i’d maybe just ditch the whole symbolism jargon and stick with that. overall nice job guys - 9/10

bonus points for that prematch shirt, love the detailing on it very sexy top marks

2. Arsenal

sorry arsenal fans, this shit is ugly as fuckkkkk - i’m not even being biased or trying to start fights (for once) it’s just like so hideous. i didn’t really like last season’s but compared to this that was a masterpiece. it’s so PLAIN! the weird red splodge is like not flattering at all and the blue? what’s that all about? also i fucking hate the back it looks like a used period pad, so hopefully the numbers fix that.

praying for your sakes you get a nice third kit or something bc this is ass.

also i’m a HATER for minimalist badge designs. this cannon logo makes the shirt look like a uniform for a museum volunteer. don’t get me wrong - arsenal is not the only culprit. what has a good old crest ever done to you? why do we hate maximalism? why do we hate fun? - 4/10

3. Manchester City

now this is fine. it’s just fine. it’s objectively nice, but it’s also objectively boring! as! fuck! the solid blue is clean but a little too flat. something looks off. it’s missing something. idk it’s nice ig, but it also seems identical to last season? if i saw these pics with no context i’d literally think it was from this year, but that’s the case with most top tier clubs it seems. have some fun guys! push the boat out! where’s the whimsy? but yeah anyway it’s alright.

at least they tried with the sleeves. allegedly they have the manchester dialling code 0161 on them but i mean - do they? do they really? because it looks like a bus seat to me. city fans decide for yourself i guess, because i for one won’t be getting close enough to a city shirt to look

it’s also made from recycled waste textiles so yay again! probably made from all the city shirts people threw out after they all but fucked the title 🤭 - 7/10

4. Tottenham Hotspur

wow spurs this is nice. it’s just so clean, so crisp. my normal issue with spurs kits is their absolute undying commitment to being plain as fuck. they picked one colour, white - arguably the most boring colour of all, arguably even the total absence of colour - and stuck to it. this however? it’s simplicity done well. it’s still plain and simple, but in a gorgeous sexy way. those navy retro colourblock sleeves? stunning! the crispest white you’ve ever seen? stunning! the tiniest of sleeve embellishments? stunning! simplicity done well. it’s just so crispy. pleases my eye.

also huge respect to them for not jumping of the band wagon with the whole ‘every shirt must have ugly details with symbolic meaning we grasped at straws to come up with in order to do something new and edgy’. spurs said no! they said ‘oh this? yeah this is a football shirt. what does it mean? it means football shirt.’ thanks spurs, good job - 9.5/10

5. Crystal Palace

ummmm. now. hmm. uhh. what? this is, um, what? give me a second to get my thoughts in order. i don’t know what is happening here and i’m at a loss for words.

right. crystal palace. inaugural season in the wsl. making a statement. making a splash. right. here’s the thing. i’m always saying wsl kits are too boring. i’m always saying we want fun patterns and whimsy. i’m looking at this in genuine confusion because i actually do not know what is going on here. do i like it? not sure? do i hate it? also not sure?

i think i kind of like it? but i also kind of hate it? it’s insanely busy, it’s probably the most garish kit i’ve ever seen in my life. i think part of the problem is that the club doesn’t have a great colour palette to work from. it’s very bright. i do love the pattern of the eagle crest in the blue, that’s a huge win from me. it’s just those spray paint red splatters that’s throwing me off. it looks like they spent ages making a lovely blue eagle pattern and then remembered they needed red in there so just used the funky spray tools on microsoft paint to draw over the top. it’s giving shit cgi blood splatter in a low budget zombie film. it’s like the barcelona shirts if they were designed by a gcse art student on an acid trip.

the more i’m looking at it however, i’m kind of loving it? kinda camp i guess. this one could be a grower. i’m still confused. at least they’ll make a splash in the wsl - 6/10

6. Manchester United

you’d think by now that i would have learnt to not get my hopes up with this club. remember the long long list of disappointments from yanited this season that i never shut up about? yeah, add this kit to that list.

listen it’s not awful. it’s not ugly, it’s not an eyesore. at the very least, it’s classic united. but it’s just so! bloody! dull! i’m literally falling asleep looking at it. it’s a t-shirt. its literally just a t-shirt. the problem is they set the bar too high last year, with that beautiful pattern and beautiful shade of red. and now, in proper united style, we’re straight back to mediocrity.

let’s talk details. oh wait, they aren’t ANY. there is nothing to say about this kit because there is nothing going ON with this kit. i like the white stripes. that’s it. theres the ombré red at the bottom, which is like- it’s okay. problem is - there’s like four too many shades of red on this shirt, and none of them are that nice. it needs a pattern or something! a pop! a little pizzazz! not a fan of the curved back panel, but it does look a whole lot better than arsenal’s at least.

this is absolutely nothing groundbreaking but it’s fine. it’s just so fucking plain. i know my girls will still serve in it, but i hoped for more. of course, in true united fashion: it’s the hope that kills you - 6/10

7. Chelsea

the tagline for this release is 'we burn blue', because 'the hottest part of the flame burns blue'. congrats on passing year seven chemistry guys. anyway, with that in mind, this kit is, naturally of course, patterned with a mystery blue LIQUID. im not seeing flames in any part of this kit. literally how is this meant to look like fire. this tagline is pure bollocks. it literally could not look more like water if it tried. aka, the opposite of fire.

the kit itself, i'm honestly struggling to form an opinion. i dont think i hate it, but i dont love it either. it may have been easier to figure out if i could actually SEE the kit in any of the release photos, instead of some stupid fucking slow motion blur effect. this pic makes mayra look like she's undergoing mitosis. poor girl's been through enough. it says a lot that in your official kit release you're actively preventing me from looking at the kit.

its not awful? i'm not a fan of these kind of realistic graphics on kits, just makes it look fake and cheap, but like, idk its kinda cool ig. the more i look the more i'm down with it. the colours are nice. its shiny. i'm glad we've gone for originality at least. patterns are fun. - 7.5/10

8. Brighton

i missed this release bc i saw the pictures and genuinely did not realise it was a different kit oops. i do feel bad for clubs who have committed to a striped kit because honestly there’s not really many ways you can play with that. but also that’s kind of their own fault. there’s really not much you can say about this. the sleeves are white this time… okay… there’s a faint pinstripe down each stripe… okayyy… yep that’s kind of it really.

it’s clean, it’s classic brighton, it’s a decent kit. there’s just genuinely nothing new about this. it’s fine. they just clearly couldn’t be bothered and i respect that. - 6/10

9. West Ham

okay we’re doing turtlenecks now apparently!! interesting choice!! i think it kinda looks fuckass silly but also i kind of like it actually. bit of fun innit. good stripes.

the rest of the kit is pretty mid. plainer than a toast sandwich. except for the sleeves! because this year, not only are they bringing in turtlenecks, west ham have decided to also bring in milkmaid sleeves! why is it like that? like is it just a weird bad fit or have they put a fucking elasticated band on? who’s idea was that? what is going on! also am i having a stroke or has the badge changed colour. because it looks fucking hideous. what did they do that for.

i do love the fact they did this shoot in a pub though. very funny. and the kit isn’t too bad. i like the stripes - 6/10

10. Leicester

this is the plainest most boring kit i have ever seen with my own two eyes. that is literally all i can say about this. boring. much like the city of leicester itself.

however - the women have a different kit sponsor to the men and i respect that so you can have one bonus point - 4/10

11. Everton

i’ll be totally honest - i wasn’t expecting everton to give me like the best kit of the bunch. this is the kit for me. i like this one a lot. castore may be mega shit quality but at least they don’t just copy paste all their kits.

i fucking love the pattern here. it’s subtle but it’s nice! and it’s different! we’re not doing any mad shit like chelsea, we’re not doing absolutely nothing at all like leicester. the perfect middle ground of the blue kits. the sponsor is hideous but i’m ignoring that. this is just lovely to look at. stylish, sleek. it’s giving high quality bus seats. this is no stagecoach, this is private hire only. i just love it. and then to top it all off, just the perfect amount of collar detailing. i would be a happy toffee if i was wearing this. gorgeous. loses half a point because the badge fell off during the game which is hysterical.- 9.5/10

12. Aston Villa

this is just the west ham kit if west ham were normal. it’s nothing to write home about, but i do like it. i like the block sleeves and the stripe colour. i like the subtle stripes down the side. i like the simplicity. i like the collar stripes. i even like the flat badge. also i’m assuming this is a betting sponsor which sucks but i do have to say that the sponsor looks great with this kit. it blends in, which is rare. this is a clean, classic kit, and i’m glad that at least one team could be normal. i don’t like that there’s pretty much nothing i can make fun of here. unfortunate for me, good for villa. good job - 8/10

note - all this was written as soon as each club released their kit, so some of my opinions have changed, and a lot have grown on me (looking at you united), but i’ve left the review untouched so you can get purely my honest first impression.

away, third and goalkeeper ratings are currently in progress so expect them once they've all been released! these posts literally never get any notes but i absolutely love doing them so i'm doing it anyway, but if you did wanna encourage me with some nice comments that wouldn't go amiss ;) xx

[sorikkung]

what goes on in neverland ⇝ ch. 2: sucker punches, ruined lunches, and boypussy

word count: 5.9k

pairings: transmasc!reader x changbin x minho x wooyoung (see masterlist for full series pairings)

genre: fluff, smut and lots of assorted shenanigans. hijinks, if you will

au: battle of the bands!au but make it gay and horny

warnings: physical violence, [1] slapass, discussions abt bodies/genetalia and transness

a/n: well, at least this one didnt take half a year sDFKHSKDF ive been writing a lot more lately so hopefully i can start cranking out updates sooner. a special thanks to @absentcaryatid and @mingirn for beta reading this chapter for me bc it was driving me CRAZY lmfao hope yall enjoy :)

please reblog and leave feedback if you enjoyed, it's what keeps us writers going :')

tags: @honeybyunnies @syunderful (apologies if you didn't wanna be tagged just lmk and i'll take you off the taglist!)

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“Jung motherfucking Wooyoung!”

It’s not the first time you’ve heard this very phrase, often from your own mouth, in such a furious tone. It certainly won’t be the last. It is, however, the first time you’ve heard it from the small yet intimidatingly buff man that stalks up to your table at the food court like a man on a mission.

“What’d you do this time?” You scoff in disbelief, pointing a fry at him accusingly.

He simply shrugs, guffawing at the man coming at him with an almost amazed grin. “I don’t even know! Sure looks like I’m about to find out, though.”

You recognise Mr. Mini-Terminator as Seo Changbin, the guy who apparently used to be friends ��� more than friends? Friends who suck each other off sometimes? Briefly, you realise that what you have going on with the rest of the renegades isn’t as inherently normal as you make it out to be, but clearly at least Wooyoung was no stranger to it – with your bandmate, but they definitely looked far from friendly now. A few meters away from your table he almost skids to a halt as soon as he locks eyes with you, a look of recognition flashing across his face–

The next thing you know, his fist is colliding with your jaw and you’re sent flying across the cold marble table, both your lunches clattering to the floor along with your body in a crumpled heap.

“Dude, what the fuck?!” Wooyoung shoots up in indignation, offering you a hand as you process the quickness of what just happened, taking it and pulling yourself to your feet.

Changbin had just come up to yell at Wooyoung, then promptly clocked you in the face without warning.

As one does, you guess?

It’s almost as if Changbin doesn’t even see him, fixated on you and positively fuming – he grabs you by the collar of your shirt and roughly pulls you close to his face in what was probably meant to be an intimidating show of strength and masculinity; but the newfound closeness only had you appreciating the clean lines of his face, the ferocity in his eyes, the plumpness of his lips, and your mouth moves before your brain does.

“Wow, that was hot.”

He sends you across the table again, and you only have a split second to process the ease of which he tossed you around – that was definitely hot – before all you can focus on is the throbbing pain in your head where you landed on the ground.

“You fucking sleazy manwhore!” Changbin roars, and when you pick your head up to look at him again, Wooyoung is physically holding him back.

“Seriously man what the fuck is your problem, he gave you a compliment–“

“He used Felix like a goddamn cocksleeve, him and that Eric fucker – do you think this is some sort of game? Huh? Huh?!”

It takes you a few seconds to blink yourself back into the present, clutching at your skull and trying to ignore the ringing in there. “Wait, this is about Felix? What the fuck did I– what do you think happened?”

“I know what happened, he told me,” Changbin flashes back, shaking off Wooyoung without much struggle and shoving him back into his seat. You don’t miss the delighted look on his face at being manhandled like that, but Changbin doesn’t seem to notice, and continues on before you have the chance to tease him for it. “Tried to get on his nerves, insulted him, made a fool of him in some stupid fucking competition, used him to get off then left him alone in a VIP room covered in cum and sweat without a hint of aftercare for anyone to walk in on–“

“Seriously?” You cut him off before he has the chance to keep spouting nonsense. “That’s what he told you? Not about how he consented to every moment of that, was goddamn eager for it, and never even so much as asked us to stay when we were finished? Sounds a bit like a sore loser to me.”

Wooyoung snorted at that, and only then does Changbin acknowledge his presence to even so much as look at him. “Damn, now I’m even more mad he chose you to perform with instead of me. That sounds like so much fun!”

“He’s not your goddamn boytoy!” Changbin yells, lunging for Wooyoung — but he’s smart enough to jump out of his seat just in time. “Where’s that Eric kid, I wanna give him a piece of my mind the most – who the fuck are either of you to play with Felix’s feelings like that?! Just because he still likes Eric doesn’t mean you can toy with him for your own amusement, he’s a person not some easy fuck, and to humiliate him like that? What is wrong with you?”

So that’s how it is, then. Felix still definitely has lingering feelings for Eric (shocker, truly) and has somehow framed the entire rendezvous as you and Eric using him for your own entertainment; he’s not exactly that far off. It was definitely a power trip for the both of you and mostly to feed your egos, but Felix can’t even pretend for a moment like he was manipulated or coerced. Provoked, maybe, but he enjoyed every second of it and you’ll be damned if he gets to convince anyone otherwise. You almost wished you could’ve rerecorded the faces he made, the sweet sounds, how easily you made him fall apart — to then hang it over his head to make sure you can prove how easily you wrapped him around your finger.

Maybe you did humiliate him a little. Maybe you even liked it.

What’s it to him?

“I was not there but I do not think that’s how it happened,” Wooyoung says quickly after a long, tense moment of silence. “They–“

“If you weren’t there, then shut the fuck up,” Changbin growls, low and crackling with thunder – Wooyoung doesn’t even try to pretend like he isn’t into it, eyebrows raising and giving him a hungry once over.

Absolutely insatiable, that man.

He looks back at you, his anger still palpable in the air, fists clenched and just moments away from swinging at you again. He might actually knock your lights out this time, he hits hard, and you can confidently say the muscles his t-shirt can barely even contain are definitely not just for show. No one in the food court around you seem to care to intervene, though some have taken out their phones to film your ass-whooping for clout, probably. They’re likely waiting for him to deck you for real. Changbin’s probably waiting for that too. Naturally, you have to pick your next words wisely.

“You done?”

You’re not exactly the wisest.

It was too good to hold back, knowing full well you don’t have much to back up your attitude, but at least the bewilderment gives you a few more seconds to stall to figure out how to weasel your way out of this one. Something you probably should’ve considered before provoking him further, but cross a man who doesn’t fear god with a smart mouth and you get really good at digging your own grave.

Changbin blinks once. Twice.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

Might as well dig a little deeper. After all, you’re getting up-close-and-personal with this guy’s built form for free – and if there is one thing you always make sure of, it’s that you always get something out of everything. No matter what happens, you always win, by one definition or another.

“I said, ‘you done?’ Your little temper tantrum, I mean, are you quite finished?”

He swings again, but you’re ready for it this time enough to sidestep him and try to leverage his weight against him in a grapple you know can bring even a tall guy like Mingi to the floor – but Changbin doesn’t budge an inch.

For a second, and just for a second, you finally get a taste of the fear he’s been trying to instill in you since the moment he recognised your face.

You try the throw again, and he remains just as steadfast, twisting his head to face you with a stupidly cocky smirk. Were it your bandmate instead, you would be wiping that smirk right off his face by closing the distance, but you have more self-control than that. Sometimes.

“Are you quite finished?”

Fully accepting your fate of most likely losing consciousness in the next few seconds, you nod sheepishly. “Yeah, I’m good. You’re very… firm. Muscular.”

You’re bracing yourself for impact, running your mouth just because if you’re going to go down, you might as well go down being as much of a degenerate as always, and the image of getting your lights knocked out while spouting some sort of abhorrent bullshit is quite amusing to you – but after a second or two you realise he isn’t moving.

He’s flexing.

Is he fucking preening?

The instinct to be a degenerate even in dire situations sure does come in handy under the right circumstances, so it seems. You boldly squeeze at his bicep, the other hand smoothing across his chest. “These aren’t just for show, you guys,” you declare, acknowledging the cameras around you and the giggles and murmurs – the loudest and most excited of which are definitely from Wooyoung – that follow, “He’s crazy strong. Your gym routine must be insane, your figure is so defined-“

“Done feeling up my boyfriend yet?”

You whip around to identify the new voice behind you, another gorgeous man of a smaller stature and sharp, feline features, but he doesn’t look upset. No, his eyes are glittering with amusement, strolling past the cameras and right into view as if he wants everyone to perceive him. You like him already.

“Hmm, not quite, haven’t got to feel up his ass yet–“

“–That’s quite enough!” Changbin stammers, clearing his throat and pulling off you, shoving you away in a panic that lacks the strength you know he possesses. The way he all of a sudden shrinks under the gaze of his boyfriend, head hanging low as he oh-so-tentatively meets his eyes, is so jarring in contrast to the sheer unbridled rage radiating from him only moments before, and you just know whoever this man is, has Changbin completely and utterly whipped. “It’s not– I wasn’t trying to– I was trying to kick his ass, for fuck’s sake–“

“You were,” the boyfriend nods along, still beaming in a way you can tell is making Changbin incredibly uneasy and that in itself is making you more attracted to this man with each passing second, “Until he gave you just a scrap of attention where you love it most and you briefly contemplated risking it all, didn’t you?”

“What?! No! He’s a fucking sleaze I would never–“

“Don’t lie to me Bin, I know you. And I know you wouldn’t actually have gone through with it. Well…”

He stalks up behind you, not breaking eye contact with his boyfriend, before firmly clasping his hand down on your ass.

“Not without me. At least, I hope.”

It’s not every day you get caught off guard in the game of flirting, but there’s nothing you can do to stop the heat rising in your cheeks and the widening of your eyes at his bold move, Changbin seemingly equally as shocked and flustered, but it’s when he finally looks at you does he suddenly flinch away.

“Sorry, too far? I probably should’ve asked first I just figured given how you were all over him–“

“No, no, you’re fine,” you chuckle quickly, and you briefly hear Wooyoung straight-up squeal in the background as you grab the man’s wrist and place it back on your ass with a coy smile. “The hand can stay. I think I like you.”

The corners of his mouth curl into the most blinding, cat-like grin, and you find yourself returning it without much thought. “You like me?” He gives your ass an appreciative squeeze, then pats it gently and removes his hand. “That’s cute. I’m Lino, by the way. Well – Lee Minho, but the stage name kinda stuck.”

Stage name. Changbin’s boyfriend.

Stray Kids.

It dawns on you all at once that this man you are flirting with is not just the boyfriend of your competitor, but your competitor as well. In hindsight, that much should’ve been obvious, while eight faces are a lot to remember after only a couple meetings with no real introductions, he seemed vaguely familiar from the start. You fight against the urge to slap your face for not realising it earlier.

“Ah, so you’re the Minho guy.”

It’s not you who speaks first, but Wooyoung, finally getting up and getting involved again, giving Minho a scalding look from head to toe. He even goes as far as to stalk a circle around him, carelessly shouldering you and Changbin out of his way to get a better look.

“Wooyoung,” Changbin hisses in warning, but it’s Wooyoung’s turn not to listen.

He’s very, very, good at that.

“He’s hot,” Wooyoung pointedly decides, pinching his chin and nodding. “Fit, too. Can almost see why you won’t let me hit it anymore, but come on, we can have a double date. You two, me and Mingi–“

“–Absolutely not–“

“–Sure, why not?”

Minho and Changbin’s contrasting answers have the couple glaring and beaming at each other, and in that moment, you decide that stray kid or not, you do like this Minho guy. He seems like an absolute menace, and you like that in a man – if only you’d met earlier, he could’ve fit into the renegades all too well.

Wooyoung is finding this just as entertaining as you, if not more, cackling and clapping his hands together like he’s watching his favourite TV show. “Yes! Minho gets it, how about for old times’ sake, eh, Binnie?”

The shorter man looks like he’s about to bust a blood vessel, and part of you thinks he’s going to try punch him again, but he seems to have figured that violence isn’t beating the attitude out of anyone here, all three of you eyeing him up like cats smelling fish. Or maybe the presence of his boyfriend just softened him up a bit.

“Minho, jagi,” Changbin starts slowly, “These are the guys who indirectly and directly–“ he gestures at Wooyoung and you respectively, “–fucked with Felix the other night at the Prism and left him to his own devices. And if this one’s anything like his company–” he glares at you and Wooyoung again, making you bite back a snort, “–it won’t be the last time they try and mess with him.”

Wooyoung doesn’t bother with any restraint, openly snorting at that. “What are you, his guard dog? Last time we checked, Felix is an adult man capable of taking care of himself.”

“It’s the principle of the thing!” Changbin groans, crossing his arms and huffing in frustration. “You clearly don’t have his best intentions in mind. You want to make a fool out of him.”

He acts like he’s made some sort of point, probably thinking you’re going to deny it and play coy. Instead, you shrug.

“Yeah, and?”

“What do you mean, and–“

“So long as he consents to all of it, it’s none of your business what decisions Felix makes about his sex life. He’s not your boyfriend, is he?”

“No!” Changbin flushes at that, looking almost guiltily at Minho for a fraction of a second, but that singular moment of weakness is enough for you to dig your claws in and not let go.

“No? But you want him to be? You follow him around giving him googly eyes too, just like your leader? Going all overprotective boyfriend on his ass? Please. Freckles can handle himself, you know.”

Maybe it’s a little twisted how you get a rush of satisfaction at Changbin’s visible struggle to think of something clever to say back to that, but Wooyoung’s expression mirrors yours – like it often does, being the devil on each other’s shoulder – but what of Minho?

He’s unreadable at first, seemingly taking in the situation before commenting on it, until finally, the cat-like mouth curls return again.

“They’re right, Bin.” Changbin’s jaw falls open in straight-up betrayal, opening and closing like a fish in his frazzled attempt to find words again. It’s a knee-slapper, truly, so you decide that Lee Minho is now officially your favourite stray kid. “About Felix. He can handle himself. I don’t think this is worth getting into a punch-on at the food court for, jagi. Put that energy into your rapping and we can just wipe the floor with them again next round.”

Now that sends a hot prickle of agitation down your spine – does he think you and your band are easy? Does he genuinely think their dancing and flashy tricks can get them further than the first couple rounds? It’s laughable, really, genuinely; you find yourself chuckling and raising your eyebrows at them tauntingly.

“Come again?”

“Oh, we will.”

Damn. He’s a witty one. If it didn’t jab at your pride so hard, you would even like his response. Hell, regrettably enough, you still do.

He puts a hand on Changbin’s shoulder, leading him away. “You and I, we need to have a talk.” He glances over his shoulder to grin at you and Wooyoung. “Nice meeting you guys. Do follow realstraykids on Instagram!”

As the couple makes their exit, you and Wooyoung turn to gape at each other in disbelief.

“Did he just – did he just end that with a self plug?” Wooyoung guffaws, then shakes his head in amazement. “He’s a character for sure. Hot, but kinda weird. I want him. Carnally.”

You watch them leave, grinning as you notice Minho’s hand slip down to grab his boyfriend’s ass as they walk away, shamelessly copping a feel.

“Yeah, that makes two of us.”

Of course you are curious. This Minho guy is the most interesting stray kid you’ve met yet — so after his shameless plug, that night from the comfort of your apartment (and after buying Wooyoung and yourself a replacement lunch for what you cost him, despite it not being your fault that Changbin decided to throw you across a table) -  you go back to a favourite pastime; Instagram stalking. Not that there is much dirt to dig up, at least at first. Chris’s personal account seems devoid of himself, just pictures of his studio, his friends, some scenery. Changbin has a decent handful of gym selfies, pictures of his food, some photos of him on stage, and selfies with friends. Minho’s is equal parts cat videos, him in weird filters, and dance videos. You decide to follow him.

A direct message request pops up only moments later.

>lino.ooo: like what you see?

Cocky bastard. You briefly wonder if this is what other people usually feel like around you. If it is, you’re succeeding – unfortunately, so is he. You’re seeing yourself in the other man far more than originally anticipated, which is equal parts frustrating as it is exciting. Suppose that is the goal, anyway.

>you: not even gonna complete the mutual before fishing for compliments? 🙄

>lino.ooo: bahahahahaha

>lino.ooo: you’re funny

You half expect him not to, but surely enough, you get the notification saying lino.ooo has followed you back. Instagram mutuals with the enemy isn’t the position you thought you’d end up in, at least, not yet – but it’s not following the actual realstraykids account, so you don’t mind much.

>lino.ooo: oh btw tell wooyoung that as much as i would loooove to indulge him w that double date, my bitter boyfriend is a little to worked up to agree to it 😔

>you: seemed to me like you wear the pants in the relationship. can’t sway him?

>lino.ooo: bahahaha

>lino.ooo: i can soften him, but never sway him

>lino.ooo: he’s a man of principles — he sticks to them no matter what anyone says, even me

>you: i can respect that tbh

>lino.ooo: yeah, i like that about him

>lino.ooo: sucks though, bc once he drunkenly admitted wooyoung gave the best head he’d ever had, and i ain’t even mad i just wanna see it 😔

>you: HDKDHDJJD you not threatened by that??

>lino.ooo: nah why should i be? i know im the best pussy he’s ever had and that’s good enough for me

>lino.ooo: besides, i got nothing on a man w no gag reflex

>you: wait, pussy?

Is he trans? You aren’t sure why that thought is so surprising – maybe because of how well he passes. His voice lacks the distinct transmasculine tone you’ve developed an ear for, the subtle gravel to a post-testosterone voice from training oneself to speak as low as possible while still habitually slipping into more feminine speech patterns; it’s not something people usually notice unless they pay attention, and have met a lot of transmasculine people, but you’d have noticed it by now if he had it.

Not to say that every single transmasculine person has the same edge to their voice, but more that those without it are far and few in between, and the lack of it makes one all the more cis-passing; whether that’s the goal or not, depends from person to person.

>lino.ooo: yeah

>lino.ooo: you think you’re the only hot mf with boypussy around? think again

>you: daaaamn ok can i ask your pronouns king

>lino.ooo: yeah just he/him. you?

>you: he/they

>lino.ooo: thought so lolololol ill make sure the rest of the boys know

>you: thanks <3

>you: but yeah i guess those who have dicks would know better how to suck them off huh

>lino.ooo: yeahhh

>lino.ooo: makes sense

>lino.ooo: i imagine it’d go both ways

>you: wanna find out?

You’re not sure what you’re expecting to hear in response, knowing full well he has a boyfriend and seems to be mostly monogamous, based on his comments about the double date with Wooyoung and Mingi – but you have no idea where that falls with the hand on your ass and shamelessly playing along with you and Wooyoung’s flirting. Whether it was just a joke, in which case you’d be happy to just keep joking, or if he was allowed to mess around to a certain extent with other people, you weren’t sure.

Guess you’re about to find out.

>lino.ooo: ahh, if only lololol

>lino.ooo: unfortunately binnie is rather possessive

>lino.ooo: i do like it though, his possessiveness

>lino.ooo: its hot a lot of the time

>you: but not all the time?

>lino.ooo: haha

>lino.ooo: no, not all the time

>lino.ooo: i wish he’d understand that being attracted to other people doesn’t mean i love him any less

>lino.ooo: but him accepting that would mean accepting he has feelings for people who aren’t me either 🤭

>lino.ooo: and that might be a little much for his heart to handle right now

>you: that’s a very knowing look you got there

>you: or emoji, whatever

>you: you think he likes someone else?

>lino.ooo: i don’t think so, i know so

>lino.ooo: changbin isn’t the type to hide his emotions

>lino.ooo: he just doesn’t verbalise them sometimes

>lino.ooo: but i’ve been dating him for a couple years now, and i’ve been his friend even longer, i know the signs. i know what he looks like when hes in love with someone, because he’s like that with me, too

>lino.ooo: but i don’t want to force him into anything he’s uncomfortable with

>lino.ooo: so i’ll just tease him and prod him about it from time to time so he knows its always on the table

>lino.ooo: if he comes to terms with himself and decides that’s something he wants, i’ll be here waiting for him. if not, i don’t mind committing to monogamy if it’s him

>you: awwhh you love him a lot don’t you that’s so cute </3

>lino.ooo: no i hate him obviously 🙄🙄

>you: yeah obviously 🙄🙄

Changbin is lucky to have a partner like Minho, you think. You’re not really sure what he sees in Changbin other than his bulging muscles and pretty face, your only impression of him being his short fuse and big ego, but you figure there must be something extremely soft under that tough exterior for someone like Minho to speak about him so fondly.

At first you think they remind you of Wooyoung and Mingi, being the resident couple of the group, but you find they’re more akin to Wooyoung and Sunwoo – Wooyoung being the incorrigible button-presser much like yourself and Minho, loving nothing more than to get under someone’s skin and make them squirm – and Sunwoo being the fiery, prideful rapper who likes to pretend he doesn’t love being smothered in affection and attention. You don’t know much about Changbin yet, but the dynamic seems the same; Wooyoung bothering Sunwoo and Sunwoo claiming to hate it but soaking it up like a sponge.

How similar are the runaways to Stray Kids, anyway? Maybe not all that different in theory and concept based on what you’ve seen of their music and work, but the execution… well. At least you played instruments.

Minho’s next message breaks you out of your train of thought; if you were taking a drink, you would’ve spat it out.

>lino.ooo: he might b down for a threesome tho

Well, that’s certainly not what you were expecting after the entire conversation about his possessiveness as a partner, but you’re not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. You are, however, not beyond asking for more.

>you: omg bet. what abt a foursome wooyo will kill me if i don’t at least ask

>lino.ooo: lmfaoooo you gotta promise to keep this a secret ok

>you: i take my promises very seriously

It’s a neutral statement. I take my promises very seriously. It’s not promising anything other than to keep promises – but nothing about making them. You’re not agreeing to anything just yet.

>lino.ooo: ok so im pretty sure changbin is like

>lino.ooo: perhaps just a liiiiittle bit in love with wooyoung

>you: omfg

>lino.ooo: you better not tell him tho

Oh, you’re absolutely going to tell him.

>lino.ooo: not that he’d ever admit it

>you: oh my godddd that’s so fun

>lino.ooo: isn’t it?

>lino.ooo: i do think that’ll make him refuse any threesome or foursome or whatever with him though. if he keeps a distance and pretends to be mad at him for something stupid like being friends with you and eric or being our rivals in the competition, it’s a lot easier to shove down any feelings he may have had lingering since highschool

>you: wait isn’t he like fr mad at me tho

>lino.ooo: yeah, but he’s not in love w you and tryna repress it so

>lino.ooo: i’m gonna offer we give you the same treatment as you gave felix, as yk, payback, and i genuinely don’t think he’d be able to resist

>you: 😳😳😳

>you: im down 😳

>lino.ooo: i knew you would be ;)

>lino.ooo: lix says you like to give just as good as you get huh

>you: freckles talks about me, does he?

>lino.ooo: you can’t tell him i said that either

You’re definitely going to tell him too.

>you: what else does he say?

>lino.ooo: honestly he had a bit of mixed feels about it

>lino.ooo: like, he really was genuinely humiliated

Good, you can’t help but think, arguably cruelly, but genuine nonetheless. He’s fun, and you like playing with him, but how he neglected Eric stays at the forefront of your mind every time he comes up in conversation. How hurt he was, how dismissive he was to him, the memories are still far too fresh for you.

>lino.ooo: he’s also in total disbelief that you made him cum in a minute and a half

>lino.ooo: i find that hilarious btw what was the secret

>you: the secret is getting into his head

>you: and cheating 🤭

>you: but you can’t tell him that

>lino.ooo: omg wait really

>you: yeah it was a two minute song but it was like, just starting, i had like a whole extra 30 seconds cause eric paused the timer

>you: i didn’t realise at the time but he told me after lmfao

It was just the teensiest bit of a blow to your ego to find that out, now knowing that your new nickname for him doesn’t hold any real weight, but you’d be damned if you ever give him the satisfaction. It crosses your mind that maybe you shouldn’t have confessed that to Minho, but you figure the secrets he asked you to keep are worth far more than that one – you’ll be ready if you need to strike back.

>lino.ooo: daaamn 2min is still p good tho

>you: i mean yeah im a stripper im good at what i do

>you: most of our money comes from lap dances anyway

>lino.ooo: lix made it sound like a whole lot more than your usual lap dance

>you: oh yeah def lol but yk it’s the same concept

>you: if i can make men cum untouched in 15 min, its not hard to make them cum when touching is allowed

>lino.ooo: daaaaamn

>lino.ooo: …but felix isn’t a stripper

>lino.ooo: and that only took him 2min too, didn’t it?

>you: bitch

Just because he was right didn’t mean he needed to say it. Besides, dry humping and making out are completely different to oral sex, you reason – to yourself, but also to him, furiously typing out your response in the message box.

>you: i made him cum in his boxers still just by grinding on him he ate me out after i’d already been grinding on him for a bit we are not the same

>lino.ooo: i mean tbh dicks aren’t that hard to get off

>lino.ooo: like if you know what you’re doing it’s a one size fits all most times

>lino.ooo: pussy tho, that depends on person to person

>lino.ooo: so i’d argue that’s about equally as impressive

>you: damn u rly sounding like a cis man w the whole “pussy is hard and mysterious and confusing agenda”

>you: besides yes you have a point but t-dick is a lot more sensitive than a pre-t clit anyway

>you: at least in most cases ik it can have the opposite effect but like. at least in mine

>lino.ooo: so you’re easy is what you’re saying?

>you: WOWWW

>you: wowwwww you said fuck trans solidarity huh

>lino.ooo: we’re still rivals, remember?

>lino.ooo: or did you forget? 🤭 you sure made a point of picking a fight with our leader

>lino.ooo: and our felix

>you: k tru

>you: changbin’s was on you guys tho, me n wooyo were literally just vibing

>lino.ooo: yeah true

>lino.ooo: he wasn’t expecting to see you there. im p sure he saw wooyoung on snapmaps while in the area and decided that he needed a totally platonic, not-still-in-love-with-you-since-high-school reason to get up close n personal w him again

>lino.ooo: you know, like punching him in the face

>lino.ooo: but then he saw you, the actual culprit of the crime he created in his head as a plot device and got all in his feels about it bc that’s a totally normal way to feel about a friend

>you: i mean, i get being overprotective about your friends

>lino.ooo: yeah i know you’re fucking all your friends cause you’re in love with them too everyone act surprised

>you: but he takes it to the next level cause when i teased him asking if he’s felix’s boyfriend he looked genuinely panicked for a second and looked at you for just a spliiiit second too long and hes definitely in love with felix too isn’t he

>you: WAIT HEY

You had been so caught up typing your response that Minho managed to get his sassy comeback in first, and it happened to be so pointedly what you’re most afraid of – he can’t be right. He isn’t. You get to decide that, not him – he may be able to read Changbin like an open book, but he barely knows you. While you’re aware that your feelings for your band cross just about every line past platonic, relationships are complex and not always so strictly put in the boxes of platonic or romantic – there can be a blurry in between, like with sexuality, gender, and most things. The greys amongst the shades of black and white.

You’ve always leaned toward those greys and in-betweens anyway. Yeah, your gender leans more towards boy than girl, but it’s still more in between. You aren’t about to pick a side in what genders you’re attracted to either, hell, you don’t even want to settle down with just one person; you’ve always been in the shades of grey. Minho doesn’t know shit just for being able to put you in a black and white box.

Now, how exactly can you express that over text without going on an entire tangent about shades of black, white and grey?

>you: you dont know what my relationship with my band is like

>you: just bc u can read changbin so easily doesn’t mean everyone is the same yk

>you: relationships are so much more nuanced than the strict lines society puts on romance vs friendship

>lino.ooo: you’re awfully defensive for someone insisting im wrong

>you: im being defensive Because youre wrong, dude

>you: i don’t like people making the wrong assumptions about me

>lino.ooo: mhm

>lino.ooo: aight ill drop it

>you: you don’t sound very convinced

>lino.ooo: do i have to be?

>you: yes >:(

>lino.ooo: aww too bad

>lino.ooo: anyway it was fun talking to u but i got band practice now

>you: you mean swords n flamethrowers practice 🙄🙄

>lino.ooo: no, that’s bdsm night

>you: Damn.

>lino.ooo: kidding

>lino.ooo: swords n flamethrowers r too bulky. more of knives n candles kinda guy

>you: Damn. [2]

>you: ok have fun doing ur little dancey dance or whatever lets see how long they’ll let you play kpop star

>lino.ooo: bold words from someone who admitted to cheating on the last little “competition” you had

>you: hey didn’t you say you wouldn’t tell anyone

>lino.ooo: did i, though?

>lino.ooo: that’s not what i typed. so don’t make an enemy out of me, sweetheart

>lino.ooo: or do. it’d be pretty fun. i do live for the drama

>lino.ooo: ok gtg byeeeee

So that’s how he wants to play it, then. Two could play at that game. Two already were playing at that game, actually, considering your careful tip-toeing around truths with both Minho earlier and Felix prior – you don’t know if he’s somehow mirroring your behaviours on purpose, or if you’ve really just met your match in someone other than Wooyoung.

You switch messaging apps on your phone, pulling him up. Suddenly you have a lot to discuss over dinner; preferably without being thrown across it this time.

[luvteez]

bassists do it deeper

pairing: yunho x genderneutral!reader genre + tags: smut, band au | kink discovery, exhibitionism, a brief segment of semi-public sex, hand kink, size kink, yunho monster cock bc this deserves a tag, power play, switch dynamics (i think??), dom!yunho pulls through in the end, unprotected sex wc: 6.3k

note: big thanks to my fav babie @lustjoong​ for motivating me to combine the two ideas i had for the prompt into one and motivating me to finish this!! here’s my take on the unspoken obligatory yunho size kink fic every ateez smut writer should have written once but make him a bassist. also, the band au to this pwp is literally just there as an excuse to make yeosang the lead singer of the band bc if kq won’t give yeosang lines, i will 

A lot can happen throughout a single weekend, as your English professor suddenly quitting her job, your brother Yeosang almost burning down the kitchen from deep frying an egg, an influx of voicemails in your inbox all sent from Wooyoung, as well as Yeosang’s punk rock band losing a member. It’s a lot to process when all you’ve done is stay the night at Yuqi’s, even harder so when Wooyoung keeps repeating every five seconds that Seonghwa quit the band. (”Why did it have to be Seonghwa who left Stereowave? He was the hottest one!”)

That being said, you expected to come home to a beyond grumpy Yeosang who was trying to find a replacement asap. A band without a bassist sounds empty, and while Stereowave has garnered a big enough fanbase over the years that wouldn’t mind the band continuing as a trio, it just feels wrong. Besides, branding a group consisting of Yeosang the frontman, San the guitarist, Mingi the drummer, and nobody covering the bassist position a band doesn’t sit right.

You were prepared for the worst; a messy kitchen, Yeosang walking around in clothes he wore for five days straight, possibly the outbreak of World War III depending on how shitty he’s feeling. But instead, you find the kitchen exceptionally clean and Yeosang acting as if nothing ever happened.

“Can you help set up the camera? The guys and I wanna film a new song.”

“Uh, sure,” you answer irritatedly. “Shouldn’t you be more concerned about finding a replacement for Seonghwa though?”

“Oh, we already have a new bassist,” he waves off casually, “What are you gaping at? Shut that jaw of yours before flies fly into your nasty mouth.”

“First of all, rude.” Yeosang rolls his eyes at that comment. For a split second, you’re contemplating letting him figure out on his own how to use the camera because he’s the walking embodiment of a technology illiterate, but your curiosity about the new band member is bigger. “But how did you manage to find a new replacement so fast? It’s been like, what, a day since Seonghwa left?”

Yeosang sighs. “He’s been thinking of quitting for weeks now, so I had enough time to look for a new bassist. It’s not that big of a deal anyway.”

And this is exactly why you should never get dicked down by your bandmate several times in a month, you think to yourself. Seonghwa and Yeosang thought they were slick, but everyone figured they were more than friends. Needless to say, it was only a matter of time until the strain of their relationship wreaked havoc within the band.

“So,” you say as you two walk to the makeshift studio in the basement, “Is the new guy good? What’s his name?”

The change of topic makes Yeosang relax visibly. There’s a sheepish smile on his face and he replies, “You’ll see.”

You arch a brow. For some reason, that doesn’t settle comfortably in your gut. Then there’s the fact that Yeosang is slightly skipping, and that makes you more concerned than relieved. Because Yeosang barely skips, only when he’s being petty and is planning on pranking somebody. (Most of the time, it’s San.)

The faint vibrations of drums and guitars ring in your ears before you step a foot into the basement. Mingi is the first to acknowledge your presence, immediately dampening the cymbals before waving at you. That causes the other two guys to stop playing their instruments and turn their heads around. You greet San like you normally do, and when your eyes flit to the new addition, all brightness drops from your face.

“What. The. Fuck.”

Yunho cocks his head to the side almost tauntingly, eyes challenging. The corners of his mouth quirk upwards, though more with the intention of saying hah you thought you’d never see me again. “Hello to you too, honey. Looks like fate brought us together once more, eh?”

You blink multiple times to make sure your eyes aren’t deceiving you. To your dismay, they sure aren’t. It really is Yunho standing right next to an utterly confused San, and the bass in his hands just confirms it furthermore.

“Since when do you play an instrument?” you gawk. There’s no fucking way he could’ve had time to pick up music, not when his schedule was already jammed with basketball training and student council activities. Then again, that was his schedule in middle school.

“Since I was fifteen,” he drawls, unaffected by your outburst. “Any other questions, honey? Preferably something along the lines of how have you been? I expected a warmer welcome from you, not gonna lie.”

“What does Yeosang even see in you?” you splutter instead, disgust prevalent in your voice.

“Talent. Believe it or not.”

“Guys, no fighting,” Yeosang warns, but you’re too busy sending Yunho daggers and every pg rated curse under the sun your brain can wrack up.

Meanwhile, San shifts his weight on one leg awkwardly and asks in the background as your verbal dispute continues, “Are they exes or something?”

“Nah, just childhood enemies,” Mingi mumbles, clearly used to your interactions to the point where he’s becoming bored of it. He’s heard all the profanities too many times coming out from the same mouth, hence why he isn’t as disturbed as San is.

“Listen up, you piec—“ 

“(y/n), the camera. Help your older brother out, will ya?” Yeosang cuts you off urgently, the warning tone in his words hard to miss.

“Yeah, help your brother out, shorty,” Yunho snickers. Appalled by his blatant shamelessness, you scowl.

“I’m not that short—!”

“Still shorter than I am, shorty. Or do you prefer honey?”

World War III would’ve broken out right then and there if it weren’t for Yeosang’s death glare — you know, the look he has etched on his face whenever he means business and is willing to go so far and expose all of the nasty mishaps you’ve done in middle school, which is definitely something that should never see the light of day.

“I prefer neither,” you mutter after weighing the gravity of Yeosang’s wrath, avoiding any eyes before you set up the camera. Luckily, nobody further comments on that and eventually, everybody resumes practicing their parts of the songs.

Just in time as Mingi takes another short break to chug his water down, you stumble across a problem. “Uh, Yeosang? You should buy a new camera. This is still usable, but you might have to reset every ten minutes or so.”

A groan leaves him, followed by a shrill guitar riff, and you can see that he’d prefer death over spending money for a new one. “Can’t you just stay here during practice and reset it? You also get to hear some new tracks of the upcoming EP!” That fucker, he’s just too lazy to run forward and press a button every few minutes.

“I have to be on standby for the Block B ticket sale,” you lie. Technically, it’s not really a lie because you do plan on going to the Block B concert with Wooyoung, but 1) the ticket sale isn’t even today and 2) it’s always Wooyoung who buys the tickets. Yeosang doesn’t need to know that though. Any excuse is better than having to sit through practice and see if Yunho is as good as he claims.

Seems like Yeosang desperately doesn’t want to keep running back and forth to reset the camera as he suddenly says, “You can do it here too.” You would argue that the garage has its separate WiFi and only the band members have access to it, but then: “You can use my laptop instead.”

And letting you use his laptop is something he never does. You failed to submit an assignment in time because your own laptop broke down and he didn’t let you borrow his computer for even that.

“Fine,” you sigh in defeat. Yeosang thanks you with a smile so obnoxiously sweet it makes you gag. When all he gets in return from you is the middle finger, his demeanor drops and he mutters something inaudible under his breath, pointing to the small table at the side where all their phones and laptops are lying before he goes back to the others.

Once all four of them are in position and ready to play, you press the record button before flipping yourself onto the old patchwork couch Yeosang bought at a garage sale for only thirty quid a few years back. To your surprise, Yeosang’s MacBook is already unlocked, the default wallpaper of mountains and northern lights quite jarring to your eyes.

When given the rare chance to have unlimited access to your sibling’s devices, it’s self-explanatory what to do. You either a) go through all of their accounts and find as much dirt as possible about them that serves as good material for future blackmail purposes or b) sign them up to as many online subscriptions as possible that will make them go crazy. Unfortunately, that doesn’t work on Yeosang because 1) he doesn’t mind online subscriptions, and 2) he never checks his email account, hence why his inbox is filled with over 2000 mails, a third of them most likely unopened. On top of that, his MacBook is strictly meant for work, so if you really wanted to find out his most embarrassing secrets, your only shot is his phone.

That being said, you’re left with option c) which is checking out Block B’s concert merch since that’s the only sensible thing you can do right now. Forget productivity; that isn’t doable when Yeosang’s deep timbre is blaring in your ears along with the instruments. To be honest, you really enjoy Stereowave’s music and that’s on their music, not because your brother is the lead singer. You’ve enjoyed each of their performances and perhaps you’ve been indulging in the privilege of hearing their new songs first.

But now that Yunho’s involved, suddenly the prospect of having a new favorite band sounds tempting. What was Yuqi’s favorite band again? Day6? You should take a closer look at their discography.

As much as you want to mute the sound, from San’s riffs to Mingi’s drum solo, you fail to do so. One moment you’re opening the search browser, and in the next, your eyes are set on the group. They’re practicing like they usually do; fun etched on their faces as they lose themselves in the music. Yeosang is singing as if he was performing in front of a million viewers while San improvises a solo on a whim. Mingi messes up the beat for a split second after failing to catch his stick and somehow, your eyes have zoomed in on Yunho. It doesn’t take you five seconds to realize:

Yunho is good.

While he might not seem as fired up as the other three, he’s visibly relaxed. Just like Seonghwa, he plays smoothly and isn’t overpowered by the others, but he seems to have an easier time gliding his fingers across the fingerboard. The bassline is easy to filter out, not the generic pattern you can find in every second pop song, yet still compliments the other instruments.

He can play, fair game. However, that’s the least of your worries. You’re more attentive to the ratio of his hands to the bass. His hands are larger than Seonghwa’s by far, no doubt. That makes sense given his height, maybe an inch taller than Mingi. But Mingi doesn’t have that big hands. Doesn’t that mean that Yunho’s body is disproportional?

Before you know it, you drag your gaze from his shoes up to his legs and stop at his hands briefly, only to proceed upwards until you see the cocky smirk and amused eyes directed at you. All clogs in your brain come to a stillstand and despite that, that’s when you realize you’ve been 1) enjoying his music, 2) checking him out, and 3) checking him out and caught red-handed.

It feels as if you were living on the sun instead of on Earth as you burn up in embarrassment. Knowing there’s no way you can deflect what you just did, you quickly turn back to the laptop, the Google search bar staring back at you.

You’re about to type in something when the search history pops up, catching your eyes. A gasp leaves you but it goes under the music, everyone too immersed in their own thing to notice the prevalent horror settling on your face.

exhibitionism

getting off in public

best crowded places to have sex and get away with it

You blink, thinking that your sleep deprivation got the worst out of you and that you’ve finally reached the stage where you start hallucinating. Except, you know you’re not hallucinating. After going through the words again and again, you know that you’re really not fucking hallucinating and that your nonexistent sleep cycle isn’t as bad as Yuqi makes it out to be.

When you said you wanted to dig up dirt on your brother, you didn’t mean it in the form of his kinks. Money can’t buy everything, but how you wish it could so you could unsee that shocking discovery.

Since this is Yeosang’s work computer and he’s signed into his Google account, he must make use of the drive to save a copy of his ideas. It probably won’t amount to anything since he’s the walking embodiment of staying unbothered, but writing him a note on his docs about how he’s made your life worse by not clearing his search history is better than staying silent.

You click on the little icon on the top right corner, expecting to see Yeosang’s name right above the email address. But then you see Yunho’s name instead, and suddenly everything makes much more sense.

This was never Yeosang’s laptop to begin with.

To say you’re at a loss of words is an understatement. There’s no way someone could have as little self-awareness and leave their laptop unlocked, let alone Yunho out of all people. Then again, the last thing you expected from him was to play the bass and blend well with the rest of the band as if he’s always been the bassist of Stereowave and not the newly found replacement.

This is absolutely bonkers. But:

You could have fun with it. Maybe it’s for the better that money can’t buy everything.

Besides dozens of articles about semi-public sex and even a blogpost titled Shagging in Broad Daylight for Dummies, his search history of the last 24 hours consists of many forum links discussing the morality of exhibitionism, conspiracy theories, and hand care guides. You wheeze when you see the private playlist he saved on his YouTube account; a collection of videos about filing your nails properly and the best hand cream brands for dry skin.

Yeosang calls in for a break, and everyone’s grateful for it. San lets out a relieved noise as he places his guitar on the stand before catching the water bottle Mingi chucks at him.

“My arms are beat,” Mingi complains.

San sends him an incredulous look and snorts, “All you do is bang! crash! ppang! while my throat is fucked! And so are my legs!”

“Not my fault if you keep doing your high pitched oows! while jumping around like a— like a cricket!”

“A cricket? Are you serious?”

“I’m tired, okay!”

“Then that means we should call it a day and go home and rest, right?”

“Choi San, I think you’re onto something.”

“Absolutely not,” Yeosang deadpans, causing the bickering duo to pout in sync. “We have lots to do especially since Yunho’s now part of the band.” When all he’s met with is an attempt of cute puppy eyes that rather looks like a bad rendition of any horror movie featuring creepy dolls, Yeosang sighs, “I ordered chicken for dinner and yes, it’s on me.”

In an instant, Mingi and San’s faces brighten up and they’re celebrating as if they won a free cruise to the Bahamas. They don’t hesitate to envelop Yeosang in a bear hug, crushing the life out of him. A chuckle escapes you at the sight of your brother wringing for his sanity. Sometimes you wonder how on Earth those three guys are the same three guys who perform in abandoned warehouses, jamming out their punk rock songs while looking all edgy (in a cool way that has at least half of their fans thirsting after them).

Meanwhile, Yunho drops himself on the other end of the couch. Propping his right leg on the coffee table in front, he digs around in his pockets before pulling something out.

“Since when do you file your nails?” You pointedly raise a brow at him. Although your extensive research on his browser history already answered that question, you ask him just for the sake of it.

“Hand care is important, shorty,” Yunho replies, keeping his eyes trained on his fingers as he works the file around a nail. “If Kageyama Tobio files his nails, I can too. But enough with the small talk, what do you want?”

“I didn’t peg you as an exhibitionist.”

His hand stops moving. Yunho looks up at you, irritation written all over his features. “Because I file my nails...? A bold assumption, honey.”

There’s a reason why Yunho has always gotten away with pretty much everything. He’s a good actor who’s able to feign innocence at any time. His posture is relaxed, voice genuinely sounding flabbergasted that not even your shit-eating grin can throw him off guard.

You can’t, but your proof will do the job.

“I never said it’s because of your hand fixation.” You turn the laptop screen his way and once his eyes flicker on it and decipher the words, his face falls. Gone is the faux-confusion; as all color drains from him, his eyes look like they’re about to fall out of their sockets. “Is it really a bold assumption now, honey?”

Yunho inhales sharply when you scoot closer to him and put a firm hand on his left leg, his laptop now closed and long forgotten. Your fingers are placed too high for it to be friendly, skimming lightly on the inside of his thigh. Yeosang and the others are busy minding their own business but the chance of getting caught in the act is still there. The simple realization has adrenaline running a hundred miles an hour in your veins, and with the way Yunho clenches his jaw — a desperate attempt to fight the groan that’s threatening in the back of his throat — you’re not the only one who’s aroused by the setup.

Slowly, your hand inches closer to his growing bulge. Before you can dare yet another experimental squeeze, Yunho’s hand surges forward and holds your wrist in a vice grip.

“Don’t,” he snarls through gritted teeth, but it sounds sadder than it is intimidating when he’s sporting a boner right in front of your eyes.

You cock your head to the side, almost in a mocking demeanor. “You sure? Think about it, it’s a win-win situation. You get to live out your exhibitionist right here in front of your new bandmates, and I get the confirmation that you’re into it. But if you really don’t want to…” you try to retreat your hand but Yunho doesn’t let you budge, hand still enclosed around yours. That won’t do as an answer.

“Which one is it? Say it, Yunho,” you assert, narrowing your eyes. Yunho looks distraught, feverishly biting his lip while he’s internally fighting with himself, but he eventually chokes out a response.

“As long as nobody notices—”

“You either say you want me to touch you or not. I don’t want any roundabout stories.”

“Touch me,” he whispers defeatedly and the grip on your hand disappears completely. “But I swear to God if anyone realizes what you’re doing— hhnh—!” he cuts himself off with a low moan when you cup him over the material of his jeans.

“Yes yes, I get it. I don’t need Yeosang to know about this,” you dismiss. “And oh wow, you’re getting hard fast when I’m just touching you over your pants.”

“Just get to it.”

The snappish attitude causes you to stop dead in your tracks. “You think you’re in the position to tell me what to do? I can be mean too, y’know,” you start nonchalantly, a stark contrast to the way your heart is shaking in your ribcage. The power you suddenly hold is exhilarating. “I could just leave you like this, and then you’d have to try to cover your situation down there while practice goes on. How would the others react if they only knew your dick is hard? Probably won’t take them too long to find out since standing for a long time can be tiring, hm?”

Yunho’s head lolls back in response as he’s struggling to keep his eyes open. His breathing is uneven and the resulting moan that follows suit makes you smirk. You lightly smack the inside of his thigh, causing another wave of arousal to rupture in him. He chokes out a hushed ‘f-fuck’ and at this point, the constriction around his cock must be bordering painful.

“Who would’ve thought that the big bad Jeong Yunho is actually a submissive bitch who’s hungry for attention?” you ask gleefully, delivering another slap before stroking the area. “Who would’ve fucking thought you were a sub?”

“I-I’m not— shit, s-stop that, hngh— a fucking sub.”

“Yeah yeah, say that to yourself.” You rip your gaze away from Yunho’s flushed face to check if the coast is clear before targeting his fisted hands. He stiffens when you pry his hand open and bring three digits to your lips, sticking your tongue out to give kitten licks to his fingertips before pushing them into your mouth. You hum, suck, swirl your tongue around his fingers, giggling when all he does is stare at you wordlessly, unable to form any coherent thoughts. “See? Not even once have you put up a fight.”

That seems to snap him out of his daze. In an instant, his eyes darken and his jaw clenches.

“Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn’t tease me.”

You snicker, seeing through his bluff. “Wow, I’m so scared. What do you wanna do? Leave practice right now? Drag me to my room and pound me into the mattress?”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“You could never, sub.”

Whatever strands of self-control were still residing in Yunho have turned to dust by now. One moment he’s towering over you in full height, looking down on your sitting form in bitter distaste, and in the next, he’s dragging you out of the basement, unaffected by the sudden silence and Yeosang, Mingi and San’s confused expressions.

Once you’re in the living room, Yunho wastes no time crowding you against the wall and crashing his lips against yours. The kiss is a messy clash of teeth and tongues, but it leaves you hot and lightheaded and aching for more. Yunho knows no limits and snakes one arm around your waist to pull you closer to him, the other hand fisting your hair. He tugs harshly and the sharp sting sends all your nerves into a frenzy.

“Bedroom. Now.” The sudden huskiness in his tone catches you off guard and you wonder when his voice has ever sounded so rough. You moan into the kiss, fisting his shirt as you stumble your way to your bedroom.

Yunho pins you against the door once you’re in your bedroom. His lips are addictive, just like the groans he slips in kisses and his hands roaming your body. He gets rid of your clothes until you’re left in your underwear, then forces a knee between your legs to keep them from closing. Your eyes roll back at the friction, growing needier and hotter when he presses his thigh against you harder. 

When you finally pull away, his eyes are hooded and his lips are red and swollen. There’s no trace of inhibitions left in him as he watches you like a predator. With horror, you realize that the tables have turned, and when he easily locks both of your wrists above your head with one hand only, that’s when you know you’re undisputedly powerless against him.

“Who’s the sub now?” he pants, eyes sparkling with glee.

“Still y-you.” The response sounds pathetic to your own ears, but you have too big of an ego to admit it out loud. Yunho doesn’t buy it either if his quirked brow wasn’t telling enough.

“Still in denial, honey? I see. Guess I’ll have to do more then.” His free hand reaches down to tug on the waistband of your underwear, only to let it snap against your skin. The slight sting is enough to render your knees into mush and set fog into your vision. He does it again, and then he actually tugs the fabric down and you finally grab his motives.

“You’re bluffing— y-you wouldn’t put y-your fingers,” you ramble, hyperaware about how dangerously close his fingers are. Just when you think he’s about to shove a digit in, he pulls away completely.

“You know, you keep talking about my hands. It’s always my hands this, my hands that,” Yunho says casually, giving his nails a quick glance before meeting your eyes. “Rather than me having a hand fixation, it’s you who has a thing for hands. My hands specifically.”

You don’t like how every word is true. You don’t want to acknowledge that he’s correct. Verbally, because your body is moving on its own and has betrayed you long ago.

Yunho taps on your bottom lip and you comply reluctantly, letting him shove the same three fingers you sucked before. Mumbling unintelligible words under his breath, he watches intently as you hum around him, eyes fluttering shut when he slowly moves them in and out of your mouth. A whine escapes you when he pulls them out for good, soaked wet with your spit.

“Tell me.” Yunho grins, “Tell me what you like about them. Or else I’ll leave you hanging.” He’s not lying and you know it. The look he sends you is enough proof that he wouldn’t hesitate to leave you high and dry.

You don’t like how he’s stringing you on like a rag doll. You don’t like how he’s stripping you off your dignity step by step. Strangely enough, you feel yourself leaking and wanting nothing but his pretty long fingers inside of you.

“I like how they, agh I— I l-like how—” you stutter, losing all levels of rationality when he suddenly circles around your entrance. Yunho urges you to continue and it takes up all of your brainpower to pick up where you left off, “—they’re so long and big and pretty—”

“So you have a size kink.”

You stare at him in disbelief. Now that, that’s something he shouldn’t have deduced. “W-wha— I don’t!”

“Seems to me that you have one though. You kept stressing how big and bad and tall I was after all.” You stiffen. Did you? Did you really? You don’t recall saying it that many times but it's hard to think straight when Yunho still has your wrists above your head and is looking down at you in a downright patronizing way. It leaves you trembling pitifully, feeling called out and feeling so, so small.

He really wants you to hit your lowest peak because he doesn’t stop there. “Who’s the real sub here? Is it really me? Or is it you who likes feeling so short, small, tiny.” His smirk widens when your breath hitches ever so slightly. “I fucking knew it.”

“You don’t know shit,” you bark back, but to no avail. Your credibility has diminished the moment he caught up to your kinks.

“Say whatever you want but that won’t change the fact that you’re tiny baby,” he pauses, takes his bottom lip between his teeth as he’s giving you a thorough once-over and then enunciates the next syllables with such clarity that forces time to stop, “My tiny, helpless baby.”

The pet name breaks you. It’s the final trigger that takes all your inhibitions away and the pathetic size of an ego that was left in your stubborn head.

“Please,” your voice cracks but that’s the least of your worries. You can’t move, can’t talk back, and won’t get anything in return. Yunho is right in front of you, finding satisfaction in your internal destruction and yet, after all of the things he’s slaughtered you to, he won’t give you anything in return.

“Just a little bit more, baby. I’ll give you what you want if you repeat after me; I’m your—”

“I’m your tiny, helpless baby who desperately wants you to fuck me.” Yunho is mildly taken aback that you were still able to think and get it right before he even finished his sentence. “Now get on to it, Yunho. Please.”

You’re sniffling at this point, begging for any kind of stimulation that shoots you to the stars. You’re fucking sniffling, and that’s all it takes for Yunho to manhandle you on the bed. A gasp escapes you, not expecting this turn of events at all. It all happens in a flash and the next thing you know, you’re on all fours, face buried in the pillow.

“Yunho, I t-thought y-you’d fuck me,” you complain, glancing behind to see what’s taking him so long. Your mouth waters at the sight.

“Patience, baby,” he says as he’s unbuckling his belt, taking his sweet time. You rub your legs together to ease the tension, but you can’t really say you’re not enjoying the show. Yunho’s lean, slightly defined, and once he’s only left in his underwear, you swallow heavily. There’s a large, dark patch on the fabric and the bulge seems more prominent than before.

If your mouth was only watering, you’re drooling by now. Yunho takes off his boxers, revealing his painfully hard cock, tip red and oozing precum. Just like the rest of him, he’s abnormally huge.

You have two thoughts. One: Fuck, you want him. Now. Two:

“That’s never going to fit inside of me.”

“Oh it will,” he says with such confidence it gives you shivers. “I’ll pound you into the mattress and you’ll take it all.”

He grabs you by your thighs to pull you closer to him before positioning himself right behind you. “W-wait!” you cry, heart suddenly feeling heavy in your chest, “D-don’t just put it in without prep— o-oh, hnngh—” your body feels like jelly when Yunho presses two spit-coated fingers past your entrance, stretching you out with finesse.

“I’m not that heartless,” he chuckles amusedly, right at the same time he curls his digits right against your sweet spot, sending you headfirst into bliss. “You’re so small you wouldn’t be able to take an inch without prep.”

You only whine into the pillow, arching your back as he continues his ministrations. Once Yunho deems you stretched out enough, he retreats his fingers and replaces them immediately with his cock.

The difference is like night and day. It’s like his fingers didn’t amount to anything compared to this. The high-pitched cry that escapes you is loud as you grasp onto the pillow for dear life.

“How can you be so big?” you pant. There’s no way he’s past four inches deep inside of you. You’re far from being filled, but your walls are already clenching hard around him.

“Bassists do it deeper for a reason.” The innuendo is tacky but in your current headspace, it sounds like the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard. Yunho stills his hips, letting you get used to him. “How are you feeling?”

“Guh—” he chuckles at your inability to form coherent words, let alone thoughts. “So big.”

“You’ll get used to it, honey.” He leans forward to pet your hair. “Tell me when I can move,” he adds gently, and you swear you could melt right then.

It takes you a moment to get your breathing steady, and then he pushes more of his length inside. Whimpering, you writhe beneath him, feeling as if you’re being torn apart. Meanwhile, he’s breathing hard through his nose, trying his damn hardest to go as slow as possible. At a certain point, Yunho stops pressing for more and pulls out ever so slightly before rocking his hips back forward. It starts out slowly, but he gradually picks up the pace and you lose yourself into him.

“Faster,” you moan, bending your back for an even deeper angle. “Hnngh, so full. Want m-more.”

“You were right, you can’t take me to the hilt.” Yunho readjusts his grip on his hips and you know that bruises are going to last until the end of the week. “God, you’re so fucking small that you can’t take me to the fucking hilt.”

Your vision turns foggy once the meaning gets through you. Now that he’s saying it, how much of his cock is inside of you? Half of it? A third? He’s stretching you out so well, filling you up so impossibly deep and that wasn’t even his everything?

“That’s not— want more of you, all of you,” you stammer, not realizing what you’re even saying. “Baby wants all of you.” God, you’re so drunk and desperate for his cock that you can’t refer yourself in the first person anymore.

Yunho reacts just as perplexed, eyes widening. His hips still once more, and though you’d want to shout at him to keep on moving, you don’t find the energy to move your head, or even lift a finger.

“So fucking greedy,” he growls, pulling out of you completely. Not even a second later, he flips you around on your back so that you’re facing him dead in the eye, and then he pushes back in. The new position has you gurgling on broken words as your arms flail around for dear life.

Yunho throws a leg over his shoulder, creating a deeper angle. You don’t know if he’s actually giving you more if he’s managed to force more of him into you. All you register is the messy squelch of liquids and your moans bouncing off the walls. You can’t even see properly, everything a blur and a mix of different colors.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimper, sensing your demise nearing closer and closer.

“Then cum,” Yunho orders in between groans, then adds in a louder voice, “You hear that baby? Cum and make a mess out of yourself.”

Your orgasm crashes onto you in a big singular wave as you tremble under his frame, walls clenching around him tightly. His name leaves your mouth like a mantra as you continue to convulse. Yunho pulls out moments later, just to spurt white on your abdomen. His face is flushed and beads of sweat are forming on his forehead while he jerks himself dry.

It’s a miracle that Yunho hasn’t toppled on you once he slowly comes down from his high. The fog in your vision clears up gradually, but your limbs are as good as worthless. You won’t be able to move freely for a good day or two.

As you continue to blink at the ceiling, only finding the energy to breathe, Yunho grabs the box of tissues from your nightstand and wipes himself off before doing the same to you. His touch is gentle unlike before, and you’d thank him if your vocal cords were still functioning.

You’re about to drift to sleep until he suddenly leans down and pecks your lips. In an instant, you narrow your eyes at him and ask, “What was that for?”

“You had some cum on your lip. I wanted to taste too.” Yunho smiles cheekily and runs his tongue against his bottom lip, then grimaces. “It tastes... yikes.”

He cleans you up in silence before plopping onto the bed right next to you. No words are exchanged up until you say, “Yeosang is going to kill you.”

“He can’t afford to kill me. He needs me for the band,” he muses.

“He’ll still kill you.”

“I appreciate the concern, honey.”

“Just scram back to practice.”

“Don’t you want to go to the bathroom first?”

“I can do it myself.”

“Oh really?”

“... Yunho, help me on my legs and then scram back to practice.”

Meanwhile, back in the basement, the guys are waiting for their bandmate to come back so they can finally finish practice and then eat chicken.

“You sure (y/n) and Yunho are only childhood enemies? They’ve been going at it like rabbits if he isn’t back here yet!” San exclaims, throwing his arms up for dramatic effect.

Mingi can’t counter that because San has a point, so he whips his head to Yeosang. “Dude, you sure they’re not in a relationship? They have to be at least fuckbuddies! Or fuckrivals? Fuckenemies? Or…”

“I do not know and I do not care,” Yeosang says blankly, looking like he’s about to bang his head against the wall because he sure won’t walk into your room and curse his eyes for the rest of his life. Damnit, all he wants is to practice and get the band together; their next gig is only a few weeks away. “In fact, I want to unsee what I just saw and unhear what you just said.”

[bones-sprouts]

SELF INDULGENT APOLLO JUSTICE ACE ATTORNEY AU BECAUSE IT BRINGS ME JOY ( SPOILER WARNING ⚠️‼️)

@burnoutandbookworms-ohmy you wanted to be tagged :>

okay so the cast would be as follows

apollo - tommy

phoenix - wilbur

trucy - tubbo

klavier - ranboo (this one's ambitious but hear me out-)

kristoph - dream

ema - techno

lamiroir - kristin

zak - phil (F in chat for mr minecraft 😔)

and then all of the filler characters would be various other smp members (suggestions?)

so then the plot would go as follows (we're bullet pointing this bitch you better run)

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

• so tommy arrives in the courtroom with dream, and he's nervous as hell, because not only is it his first trial

• his client is wilbur fucking soot

• world renouned defense attorney, now disbarred for forging evidence

• but tommy is 110% sure wilbur is innocent

• because wilbur is his HERO

• and then dream introduces them and damn he looks like shit

• i'm talking full pogtopia era get-up, plus a ratty beanie that has wilby painted on it and a crown pin

• so wil spouts the standard cryptic bullshit you'd expect from phoenix

• and tommy does an early smpe earth 'i am so cool and not at all starstruck' type act

• and they head in

• you meet the judge, who i didn't replace bc it's the judge

• tommy does his chords of steel, but with significantly more swearing then apollo would use

• and dream seems to be just a bit off

• and he goes on this big tirade about blue cards

• the case goes smoothly, until

• tommy feels something akin to a burning from the compass he's kept as a necklace for as long as he can remember

• and he just knows that the witness is lying

• it's like he can see the tiniest of tells that tip him off

• dream doesn't quite understand it, but wilbur looks like he knows exactly what's going on

• before he calls this out, though, a recess is called

• wilbur and dream have a chat, so tommy's left to his own devices

• and this boy about his age in a green magician's outfit runs up to him

• and he looks like an older version of the picture of wilbur's kid that he showed off in court beforehand

• and he hands tommy a (bloody??) playing card and poofs away

• then the trial resumes as normal, with tommy grilling the witness and eventually accusing her

• but it just doesn't seem right

• he knows she's not lying about being innocent, her tells would have tipped him off if she was

• but dream pushes and pushes him to formally accuse her

• until wilbur fucking soot interjects with an OBJECTION!

• while tommy geeks the hell out, wilbur asserts that there must have been someone else in the room

• and accuses dream.

• tommy's confused, and the both of them argue back and forth for a bit, until wilbur starts explaining his theory with evidence from tommy along the way

• but it's seeming like they don't have any non circumstancial evidence

• until wilbur has tommy pull out the playing card

• (i haven't been explaining the case but it makes sense i promise)

• they win the case, with dream never faltering or showing emotion, even after being taken away

• tommy's shaken up, but happy, all things considered

• but before he can ponder on what's just happened, wilbur takes him aside to talk

• and admits the card was forged

• tommy's shocked, and he's sad, and he's angry, because how could wilbur fucking soot forge evidence??

• and he punches him in the face

• wil smiles and gives him an offer to work at his office, since tommy's boss is kind of in jail

• tommy leaves

• but he comes back a few months later, only out of desperation

• he's greeted by the boy from the trial (wil's kid?)

• who demands to know his name and his 'talent'

• tommy says he's a lawyer and introduces himself

• the kid says his name is tubbo and that the building hasn't been a law office in a long time

• tommy asks to see wilbur

• so they go to see him

• in the fucking hospital

• he managed to get hit by a car, which sent him flying 40ft back into a telephone pole

• and he sprained his ankle

• he's very lucky apparently

• so from there, cases 2 and 3 play out (i'm gonna skim though these bc if i write them out ill end up rewriting plot points and i don't have the energy)

• along the way, they meet a few interesting people

• ranboo, a prosecutor who's dream's younger brother and the guitarist for a popular band, that tubbo immediately gets along with and tommy despises

• dispite seeming cocky, he's impressively awkward outside of court

• technoblade, a detective who's fairly standoffish towards tommy and tubbo alike, but has a soft spot for wilbur (do they have a history)

• kristin, a singer with a past she can't remember (unbeknownst to tommy, his compass tends to point towards her and tubbo. odd)

also before we move on to the final case, a quick summary of the dynamics and other small shit bc seritonin

• though wil adopted tubbo, they have much more of a sibling dynamic, and cause general mayhem

• wilbur does actually warm up to tommy fairly quickly (beanix and apollo dynamic, my abbhorrent) and while tommy still doesn't 100% trust wil, they do end up getting pretty close as time goes on

• tubbo and ranboo IMMEDIATELY hit it off, much to the dismay of tommy, and the two of them act like the dummy named micheal that tubbo uses for magic tricks is their son

• tommy acts like he hates ranboo's guts, but that won't stop him from trying to sweet talk his way into getting evidence from him (it always works, ranboo has no spine.) he also, like in canon, vents to ranboo whenever he needs to, and ranboo ends up knowing more ab him then even wil and tubbo

• jack is eldoon. they all go to his noodle shop constantly and tommy always complains about them being too salty. jack hates him with a passion but adores tubbo and wil

• instead of snakooos, techno deadass just has entire bags full of raw potatoes that he eats like chips, this is terrifying to everyone except wilbur, who acts like it's completely normal

• instead of pretending to be taken hostage in case 2, tubbo deadass pretends to have a nuke and threatens to set it off unless a recess is called. after things calm down they go back in and he just,, doesn't get arrested. the law is fucked

• after case 1, dream wears a smiley mask in order to not show his face, paranoid that tommy or someone else like him will know his secrets though his tells

okay now final case here we go

• wilbur tells tommy and tubbo that he's been working on a special trial with the jury system, and that he needs them to defend

• they agree, and go to meet the client

• things generally go like any other investigation, but there's just something about it that feels game changing

• and as they power though the first part of the trial, they start to uncover that there might be someone pulling the strings from behind the scenes

• tommy clocks her tell (chewing her nails) and they start to make progress

• but before they can uncover answers from her, she passes out

• a recess is called, and so are paramedics

• it turns out she's ingested the same kind of poison as the victim, coming from her nail polish

• tommy and tubbo are shaken up, and they go to wil for help

• he decides they need to know the full truth, but he knows that some of the evidence is lost at this point

(and holy shit stay with me here i promise that as out of left field this is the original game made significantly less sense)

• he phones a friend that he knows is the only one that can help them

• karl

• he explains the situation, and karl agrees to help them

• and they fucking time travel

(again, the game makes even less sense i promise)

• they chat with the victim and defendant from seven years beforehand, right after wil was disbarred

• they watch the trial wil got disbarred over, where he defended tubbo's bio father, phil

• and they see a much smaller tubbo hand wil the forged evidence, saying that a kind man told him to give it to the man with the bright blue hamilton suit

• and they watch wil present it, only to be shot down by a much younger ranboo, who proves it's fake

• and they find out tubbo and tommy are bio siblings, which they're shocked about but decide to talk about later (fuck canon tommy and tubbo get to know)

• and they go visit dream in prison

• at this point wil is CONVINCED dream is behind everything, they just need the right evidence

• so they head to the cell, only for it to be empty

• naturally, they start snooping

• wil finds a letter, and opens it to reveal exactly what they need to win the case

• but before they can leave, dream, equipped with a smiley mask, stops them

• they exchange a few words before they leave, letterless

• luckily, wil has a trick up his sleeve, and reveals that his crown pin has a built in camera

• they examine the contents of the letter, and wil hastily makes a replica, and they head off to the trial

• since they're experimenting with the jurist system for the first time, they can't afford to wait for the defendant to heal, so they proceed

• they call dream to the stand

• they grill him for quite a while, with the help of ranboo who refuses to protect his brother, getting him to show his true colors, and then pull out the letter

• and he says that it's a fake, which the judge unfortunately agrees with

• so they don't have their evidence

• and even though they've shown pretty much everything and dream had practically admitted to bring a murderous bastard and the one who gave tubbo the fake to give to wil

• they don't have enough to convince a judge

• tommy and tubbo are crushed

• but wil is happy

• because they don't have to convince a judge

• they have to convince a jury

• and they win

• dream shatters along with his mask, going completely off the deep end

• their client is safe, and so is wil

• kristin also reveals to wil that she's tommy and tubbo's bio mom, saying that she'll tell them when she's really

• so things come to a close

• for now, anyway

so yeah, thats AJ but dsmp, to anyone who didn't play the game, i'm so sorry this makes no sense, and to anyone who did, you're cool as hell can we be moots 👉👈

[ddaenggtan]

midnight wishes | knj [M]

Granny Park's Gossip:

That boy. Never met anyone as prone to disaster as he is while being so damned smart, except maybe that roommate of his. The two of them could probably cure cancer if they wanted to, but you leave them alone for more than a few seconds and you’re liable to come back to disaster. Jiminie did say they’ve been acting a little different, though, maybe they finally wised up and made things official instead of just humping like bunnies around that apartment of theirs. Oh, am I not supposed to say that?

pairing } namjoon x reader 

word count } 10.3k { also on ao3

genre } Fluff, Smut, the smallest possible dash of angst; FWB au, Roommates au, coworkers au, slight idiots to lovers but like. lowkey. 

warnings } smut, the most smut, all the smut. Namjoon In Glasses bc that deserves its own tag. there’s multiple smutty parts, several less explicit and then one very very super explicit so for those: oral female, oral male, fingering, deepthroating, protected sex, unprotected sex, mention of semi-public sex, mentions of a sir kink, some very accidental cum eating that is hilarious and disgusting all at once. Namjoon and Slick are both complete and utter idiots, like it’s genuinely a miracle that they’ve lived this long, especially when paired together. 

{ The Snowball Effect Collab Masterlist } 

a/n } hello it is i with yet another fic. it’s done. i. have a lot of emotions bUT that’s neither here nor there. This is part of The Snowball Effect collab, and while it can be read as a standalone, all the fics end in the same spot and there are so many crossovers that it legitimately hurts to think about for too long, so for the best and funniest and fluffiest experience, we recommend that you read all of them in order!! Special shoutout to ashley, kristi, and ryn (@taehyungforreal, @stutterfly, and @fortunexkookie​, respectively) for letting me part of this wonderful adventure. i’m more honored than i could ever say with words, and i’m grateful every day that i got the chance to work with all of you on this absolutely phenomenal collab. for those of you who are just now seeing this, i implore you to read the others, as they are literal light years better than this, and i could not possibly live up to the absolute beauty of the other authors in this collab, but i still hope you enjoy my shiny garbage child aka this fic.

The first time you ever saw Kim Namjoon was on your very first day at the lab where you both work. You won't ever forget it, not because he's the walking embodiment of beauty nor because he's the most intelligent person you've ever met besides yourself. No, that day stays firmly implanted in your memory because that was the day the two of you nearly got fired for setting the building on fire.

In a genetics lab. 

You don't even work with chemicals. Maybe if you did, they would have been more understanding, but you don't and instead, everyone was completely flabbergasted that the two of you very nearly destroyed the building because you tried to reheat your leftover Chinese food - and really, how perfect is it that he also prefers the place across town instead of on the corner, and that he eats all the vegetables you pick out of your rice while you eat the eggrolls he isn't a fan of - in the microwave at the same time. Sure, your IQ is close to 300 when combined, but also, how are you supposed to remember that the bottom part of the takeout is made of foil? You were trying to single out a gene sequence that might help cancer research. Microwaves were not important. 

Until it exploded a little and set the fire suppression systems off in all the labs and affected several billion dollars worth of research. 

Honestly, the two of you are lucky you still have your jobs.

Less lucky that the insurance company wouldn't pay for the entire cost so both you and Namjoon had to take pretty severe pay cuts to help cover the costs.

Even less lucky that it means you could no longer afford your apartment by yourself and subsequently had to try to find a roommate in less than a week, which the internet is not helpful for, it doesn't matter what your coworkers say.

Which really just highlights that it's your own fault that you're in this situation in the first place, you think as you slam back another shot. It's been months, and yes, you found a roommate, and yes , things between the two of you are working better than you could have imagined, but god , at what cost?

You catch a glimpse of dimples heading your way and down the rest of the Kamikaze that you've been nursing all night. You might regret that later, the alcohol might make you do something you'd never do otherwise, but you can always pretend you don't remember. Besides, it's so much harder to handle Namjoon while you're completely sober; you never quite know what to say or what to do.

He doesn't bother to sit in the empty stool beside you, just slides into the space between you and it and lets one arm rest casually on the back of your barstool as he leans in to be heard over the live band that's playing. You don't look at him, you don't trust yourself to look at him, not with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the top two buttons undone. You know he looks deliciously rumpled. You're entirely too familiar with the sight.

"Are you ready to go?" He asks. You shrug even as you start pulling your coat on, doing your best to ignore the way the heat of his breath brushed over your neck in the way that always gets you hot and bothered. "We don't have to if you don't want to," He says quickly, but you wave him off.

"No, it's fine, I promise. I'm not enjoying the band as much as I thought I would anyway."

When the ride you summoned stops at your apartment building, Namjoon pays and follows you up. The alcohol has started seeping into your bloodstream, and for a moment you regret that last drink. You're not drunk, not really, but you're on the farther side of tipsy and thoughts are swirling in your head that you wish would go somewhere else. Plus you're really fucking hungry now, and also kinda tired, and you're really glad tomorrow's Saturday so you can sleep in.

"What's got you in your head?" Namjoon asks as you fumble to unlock the door. You just shrug noncommittally, unwilling to tell him about it. He doesn't pry either, just sets to work pulling leftover tacos out of the fridge and sticking them in the microwave, remembering at the last second to take the plastic off the top so your food doesn't get coated in melted saran wrap. The two of you eat in relative silence before you manage to make yourself go into your room and strip out of your work clothes and then slide under the covers.

You don't listen as he goes into the room across the hall, you don't listen as the shower starts up, you don't listen at the off-key singing that he does. You don't. You can't let yourself, because then your drunk ass won't be able to keep your mouth shut the next time you see him - as you're both eating breakfast tomorrow, probably - and you'll say some super embarrassing shit like "hey I know it's partially my fault you couldn't afford your rent and you know I'm really grateful that you moved in with me, but you're also like hot as the surface of the sun and your dimples are really cute too, please fuck me stupid, I'm literally begging you."

Because that's the issue with living and working with Namjoon. There is no escape. Before you could come home and masturbate in peace while thinking about how his chest looks so utterly perfect in those button-ups, and how the muscles in his forearm flex when he's got his sleeves rolled up, and how his jaw does that muscle clench thing whenever he's focused on something.

But no. Now he lives with you , and not only are you both on the same schedules and therefore he’s never not home when you are, therefore depriving you of your precious Alone Time, but! You get a front-row view to how he looks in the mornings, with his hair all messy, and how he always forgets that the flavor packet goes in the ramen after you cook it, and how he bundles up every time he goes on walks with Moni, and-

The door to the bathroom creaks open and you force your eyes not to close. You inspect the stuccoed ceiling the entire time it takes his footsteps to make it into his room because otherwise, you're just going to remember that first week after he moved in, when he would have to go to his room with just a towel around his waist because his clothes were in boxes and he hadn't unpacked and he'd forgotten to take anything in the bathroom with him.

The memory of his absolutely fucking ridiculous pectorals dripping with water and his god damn superb biceps flexed and delicious-looking, none of it hidden under the slightly-too-big shirts he wears to work...it haunts you. To this day.

The sound of his door closing echoes through the hall and into your room. It’s through an incredibly impressive force of will that you don’t imagine what he’s doing right now, just across the hall. You resolutely do not imagine him sliding that towel from around his waist and revealing the gorgeous glistening golden thighs that strain against his work khakis so wonderfully. Nor do you think of the way he twists his neck to pop it while he does his after-shower stretches - because that’s a normal thing that normal people totally do - and you absolutely are not thinking of the way the scent of sandalwood and steam trails after him when he’s freshly showered and you are definitively not thinking about-

A loud, high-pitched moan followed by the slapping of skin on skin echoes through the apartment, jolting you upright and out of your thoughts as you stare in shock at the back of your bedroom door. 

Something thuds against the carpeted floor of Namjoon’s room and the sound abruptly cuts off. The silence that follows is deafening, and your ears ring with it. 

Surely….surely he wasn’t….

A thought, unbidden and cursed, flits through your mind before you can stop it. You can’t even blame the residual alcohol in your body for the way you stand and open your bedroom door, or how you slip your super soft silk robe over your shoulders and tie it loosely around your waist, nor for the way you take the two steps to stand in front of Namjoon’s, but you absolutely blame your quickly-returning sobriety for the way you hesitate in front of it. 

He’s going to say no, anyway, so what’s the harm? Things are awkward for a day or two and then we move on, right?

You knock before you can talk yourself out of it. It takes a few minutes, but Namjoon does eventually open the door. His chest is still bare but he’s got on the soft-looking plaid pajama pants that you adore, albeit they are on backwards , and his face is flushed with color. 

You're 98% sure that it's because he just had his hand around his cock. You're significantly less sure if you hate or love the fact that you know that. 

“Hey,” You say awkwardly. 

“Hey,” He responds, just as awkward. 

You both stand there for a second while you work up the courage to ask what’s been going around and around in your mind. 

“I just heard that thud and got worried,” is what eventually makes it out. Namjoon’s face flushes further, and his nose scrunches in the cutest way. “Just...wanted to make sure you weren’t, y’know. Dead. Haha.”

He smiles at your laugh, even though it’s dead and humorless, and warmth blooms in your chest. 

“I’m alright. Sorry for any, uh…” He squints, clearly searching for the word he wants to use that won’t immediately give him away - like the entire apartment building hadn’t heard that noise. “Disturbances.”

“Oh, no, you’re fine!” You tell him, rubbing the back of your neck. “I was just. Uh. Y’know how bonobos will often have recreational sex with non-monogamous partners just because they’re bored or as a way to work out the tension between members of the unit-groups and they enjoy said recreational sex, even though there’s no real emotional attachment to the other parties involved?”

Namjoon stares at you for a long, silent moment. 

“Yeah, I know about bonobos,” He eventually says. “I didn’t know that about bonobos, but I guess that’s the fun fact quota for the day.”

Your face heats and you’ve never quite wished the ground would swallow you up until this very moment. 

“Oh,” You say, dumbly. “Well. That’s a thing. That bonobos do.”

“I got that,” Namjoon says. He bites down on his lower lip in what’s probably an innocuous way to not smile at how ridiculous you’re being, but when paired with the golden expanse of chest, it’s utterly obscene. 

“Would you like to have recreational sex with me?” 

“ What? ”

“No strings attached, no feelings, nothing but some nice fun recreational intercourse between two consenting adults of sound mind. Would you be interested?”

“I...why are you asking me? ” He asks incredulously, and you resist the urge to kiss the surprise off his face. How is it surprising at all when he walks around looking like that ?

“Because in the time we’ve known each other as coworkers, roommates, and friends, I think we could be very sexually compatible and even if we aren’t, I’m confident enough in our friendship to believe we could still be friends afterward.” You tell him firmly. “Besides, you’re literally the hottest guy I’ve ever seen, why wouldn’t I want to have sex with you?”

“You’re...serious about this? You’re not playing some kind of joke on me?” 

“Why would I play a joke on you, Namjoon? I haven’t been able to get off for literal weeks - ever since you moved in, actually - and I’m at a bit of a breaking point.”

“And you’re not drunk?”

“Completely sober,” You assure him. He curses under his breath and runs a hand over his jaw, not making eye contact as he considers. It’s the same thoughtful expression that he gets when he’s trying to figure out some complex equation at work. With how long it’s been since you last came, however, it’s only making you wetter. 

"Fuck it," He mutters, seconds before his hands cup your jaw to pull you into a kiss. 

It's awkward at first, the two of you trying to find a rhythm that you both enjoy while still being able to breathe. His lips are slightly chapped and you both stumble as he starts walking backwards towards the bed, but it's so wonderful. His hand against your jaw is warm and comforting, even as his other hand is slipping teasingly under your robe and his teeth suckle a mark into your collarbone. 

Movement on the bed catches your attention and you flush when you realize it's Moni, Namjoon's very sweet dog that came with him when he moved in. 

"Uh, Namjoon?" You breathe. It's hard to focus on anything that isn't the way he's teasing at the band of your panties, but the way Moni is staring at you is captivating. "Dog."

Namjoon freezes, hands disappearing from your skin, and he either doesn't hear or doesn't acknowledge your needy whine at the loss of contact. 

"What, what's wrong? Is that your safeword? What did I do?"

"No, Joon," You can barely hear yourself think over the stream of apologies pouring from his lips, and it isn't until you grip his shoulders and forcibly turn him to look at his dog that he shuts up. 

" Oh ," He whispers. "The dog." He clicks his tongue a couple of times and Moni hops down from the bed, though not without giving Namjoon the saddest eyes possible. Moni disappears down the hallway, probably to go lay on the couch, and Namjoon shuts the door behind him. "Sorry," he says bashfully. 

"Don't be sorry," You respond with a smile. " Do , however, fuck me until I can't move." 

A growl vibrates in his chest, surprising you, and you're bouncing atop his mattress before you can think. 

He doesn't say anything else, too focused on the way your folds feel against his tongue as he slides your robe up your thighs. Words are hardly possible for you when he makes you come the first time. Even less so when he turns you onto your hands and knees, presses your face into the mattress, and proceeds to pound into you so hard that the nightstand shakes. Still, your knees are made weak by something else entirely.

It's the tender awareness in his touch; he's firm and unyielding but so, so cautious, consistently testing your reactions before he continues. The way his voice - deepened and husky with desire - sounds in your ear when he asks if what he's doing is okay, if you like it, if you want to keep going. It's how he teases you gently about how wet you are - "God damn, is this all for me? You're so fucking wet, so slick and ready for me, sweetheart," -  the way he's so absolutely tuned in to your own needs and desires, the way he coaxes orgasm after orgasm out of you like it's second nature, his own high an afterthought when you've clenched too tight around him. 

It's the way he brings you water and some fruit afterward and gently cleans you up while you eat before sliding your robe carefully over the blossoming purple marks he sucked into your shoulders. It's the way he didn't close his bedroom door until yours clicked behind you. 

"This was the best idea I've ever had," you sigh happily to yourself as you drift off to sleep. 

“So you’ve got a sir kink?” Namjoon asks several days later, face pressed into a microscope more expensive than your entire apartment building. He doesn’t look at you, even as you tear your eyes away from the computer screen in front of you to glance at him curiously. 

“I do,” You tell him. He shifts in his chair and you bite back a grin. “Is that a problem? We don’t have to use it.”

“No, it’s fine,” He says quickly. “Just thought it was interesting. I didn’t expect that from you.”

“Namjoon, we’ve only known each other for a couple of months, and in that time, we’ve hardly had a conversation about what kinks we enjoy and what we don’t. How would you expect anything?”

“Just...didn’t expect it, that’s all.” He’s quiet for a minute and a sliver of guilt lodges in your throat. You’re right, the two of you haven’t known each other for very long, especially not in a sexual manner, but you could’ve maybe phrased it better. 

“I’m sorry-”

“We should-”

Both of you stop midsentence, turning away from your work to laugh with each other. 

“You don’t have to apologize,” Namjoon says with a dimpled smile. “I know what you meant, and you’re right. We don’t know what the other enjoys, so we shouldn’t go into this with any expectations.”

“Maybe we should, though,” You say, marking a sequence that catches your eye so you’ll remember to come back and fully examine it later. “I mean, we can’t exactly fulfill our sexual needs without knowing what said needs are. For instance, how often do you orgasm every week?”

Something tumbles on Namjoon’s desk, and when you look over he’s got the microscope cradled carefully in his hands a few feet above the floor. 

“Uh...maybe twice,” He eventually says.

“Hm. Duly noted.” You turn back to the monitor in front of you, marking another sequence for inspection. 

“Well...how often do you orgasm each week?” He asks. His voice is hesitant, like he isn’t sure if he’s allowed to ask.

“Depends,” You tell him. “When I’m close to my period or ovulating, it’s usually once a day, if not twice, because my sex drive is higher, but otherwise it’s usually every other day or so.”

“Oh.” 

“But don’t worry, I’m more than willing to take care of myself on the nights where you need a break. I don’t expect you to keep up with my sex drive.”

“I mean...I could .”

You turn away from the monitor to look at him, quirking a brow. He quirks his own in return and you can’t help the way your eyes travel down his form. He’s wearing contacts instead of his glasses - always does during the workweek, since it’s easier to use a microscope that way - but the light purple shirt sets off the platinum blonde of his hair and his thighs strain against the material of his khakis. It all adds up to make him look absolutely delectable, especially since you know full well what’s hiding underneath those pants. 

“I could,” He repeats. “If you want me to.”

Your eyes meet his and you have no doubt he’s been eyeing you the same way you’ve been eyeing him. 

“I think it might be time for our lunch break, Mr. Kim,” You tell him, eyes darting to the clock on your desk. “I was thinking of going out to get something, would you like to join me?”

Namjoon is already standing and grabbing his jacket, and you would laugh at how eager he is if you weren’t the same way. You can already feel heat beginning to pool between your legs and the two of you rush out of the office in such a hurry that you hardly notice when you run straight into the mail cart. 

“Nice going, Slick!” Kihyun yells after you, and you wish you were ashamed of the way that your knees tremble at the reminder of how it felt to have Namjoon call you that while buried inside of your warmth. 

“They have no idea,” Namjoon mutters, fingers twisting with yours so he can pull you down a hallway and towards an unused office. “If they only knew just how slick you really are.”

You shiver and slam the door closed as Namjoon sinks to his knees. 

The amount of times the two of you fuck at work is utterly ridiculous after that. You have an actual conversation with him about kinks and hard limits and soft limits and all that fun grown-up stuff that’s necessary of an adult relationship, of course, and that only adds to the fire between the two of you. 

He’s more than willing to let you call him Sir while you’re on your hands and knees in front of him, and you’re absolutely willing to ride him into oblivion in those moments when he doesn’t want to be in charge or when he’s had a hard day at work and just wants to relax. Those are your favorite times, actually; when he just sits on the couch and drives himself up into you while you’re fucking yourself back down onto him, eyes clenched shut as his hands glide up your spine and knead your ass. 

The slow, lazy way his hips meet yours is absolutely addictive, you can’t even lie, but you can’t deny that it’s the moment after you’ve both cum that are the real danger. When you’re both panting and spent, laying against the soft sheets on his bed or the cool leather of your couch, and his arm drapes around your torso for those few moments it takes him to regain his breath. 

It’s dangerous, so dangerous, because you’ve already agreed not to have feelings involved in this. You’re friends with benefits, nothing more and nothing less, and you cannot let yourself forget that. Not in the mornings when you wander out in his shirt to find that he’s made breakfast - ordered it, actually, but it’s the thought that counts - or when you walk into work together and he doesn’t hesitate to open the doors for you without even breaking stride, as if it’s second nature to do so. As if he’s used to it. 

It’s when the two of you are at the mall together that reality hits you in the face. 

You’re both on the hunt for different things; he’s got a birthday present he still has to buy and wants to pick up some new treats and sweaters for Moni, while you’re on the hunt for a new toaster to rival that of your old one - which you destroyed on accident by using a metal fork to dig a piece of bread out of. While it was plugged in. And hot. 

Your hands still sting a little, but the ER nurse was adamant that you would be alright. So long as you didn’t try to electrocute yourself again.

“Wait, so you’re not going to be here for New Year’s Eve?” You clarify, popping a piece of chocolate into your mouth. 

“No, I’m heading up to Taehyung’s cabin with the rest of the guys. It’s an annual thing, I don’t even remember how it got started,” Namjoon tells you as he peers into the window of some box store that you already know isn’t going to have anything Taehyung will like. 

“Hm, I guess it’s good I work then, so I can walk Moni.” 

Namjoon shoots you an odd look. “You don’t work, and Jackson’s watching Moni.”

“Uh...I’m pretty sure I work on New Year’s Eve, Namjoon. I would’ve made plans otherwise.”

“Slick, I’m exactly one hundred percent sure the office is closed for New Year’s because it is every year.” He sneaks a piece of chocolate and wrinkles his nose when he realizes it’s mint chocolate. 

“No, because my schedule says-” You start, pulling your phone out to open said schedule so you can show him just how wrong he is. “That I work the next morning. That’s why I didn’t make plans.”

Namjoon just smiles and taps at the screen. “That’s December, Slick. You’re looking at December first.”

You pull the phone back and stare at it, horror washing over you when you see that he’s right. 

You’re going to be spending New Year’s alone, for the first time in years, and loneliness fills you at that thought. Your parents are an entire plane ride away, on vacation for their retirement in some tropical paradise that you can’t remember the name of; your old friends are in an entirely different city, likely already with plans of their own, and you don’t know nearly enough people at work or outside of it to have any idea what people are doing. 

“Oh man,” Namjoon breathes, clearly oblivious to the sudden onset of loneliness that’s hit you. “I knew it was going to be hilarious, but I had no idea it was going to be this good .”

You look up to find him focused on his phone, camera pointing at something you can’t quite make out through the small screen. You follow the view, a reluctant smile breaking out when you spot Hope on the Street dancing along to some holiday song while dressed as an elf. 

“Isn’t that the news anchor that got in trouble for doing anal?” You ask. Namjoon cackles - there’s no other word for it, it’s a cackle - and nods. 

“Yeah, Hoseok’s been forced into doing this as a publicity stunt. We’ve all been looking forward to seeing him do it, too, but god , I had no idea it would be this funny to see. Hobi as a Christmas elf, can you imagine?”

“Hobi?”

“Oh, yeah, he’s a close friend of mine,” Namjoon says, eyes never straying from the video as he plays it back. “He’s gonna be at the cabin too, with his girlfriend Cat. There’s like seven of us who all grew up in the same little neighborhood, and we all kept pretty close as we got older. It’s like a little mini-family.”

“Oh,” You say softly. Namjoon tucks his phone back into his pocket and looks around, lighting up as he spots something else. “I didn’t know you knew Hope on the Street.”

“Yeah, he’s a dork,” Namjoon says as he pulls you towards some children’s store. “Come on, I think Yoongi’s working and I like to watch his little dance when he makes the hearts.”

You barely pay attention as Namjoon hurries into the toy store. You don’t join him inside, too busy lost in your own thoughts. 

You should’ve realized, you scold yourself. You should’ve known better. You got comfortable, you got complacent and happy, too enamored with the way Namjoon feels inside of you and the warmth of his hand in yours to realize that you’re still on the outside. 

He and his friends are all going up to some cabin, with their girlfriends apparently, to hang out and have fun together for New Year’s. He didn’t invite you. You’ve lost yourself in the fantasy and complacency of how warm he feels, how it feels like coming home whenever you see him, even when you knew better. 

You knew better than to get attached. You told yourself, every step of the way, not to get attached, don’t develop feelings, it’s just sex, and yet…

And yet your heart is breaking in your chest that he didn’t invite you along, that he didn’t even think to do so. It’s not even fair to him, it’s not his fault that you got too caught up in the domesticity and familiarity of him to remember that this isn’t serious. Why would he invite you? You’re his roommate, a coworker, the girl he fucks every so often. You aren’t his girlfriend, you aren’t anyone important to his friends. 

You’re just the roommate. 

“Hey, look at this bear I made, it’s got a little microscope and everything! It’s perfect for-”

“Sorry,” You interrupt, ignoring the way Namjoon’s smile dims ever so slightly. “I just realized that I’ve got to finish up some analyses before the office closes for the holiday, I’ve gotta go do that. But it’s cute, Moni’ll love it.”

“Okay.” Namjoon’s voice is hushed, and his brows are drawn together. He can obviously tell something’s off, but if you’re lucky, maybe he won’t be able to pinpoint exactly what. “I’ll see you at home then.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you back at the apartment,” You say quickly, not even looking at him as you hurry off the other way. 

You just need space, you tell yourself. You just need some distance so you can get your emotions under control. You can’t be around him when all you want to do is kiss him senseless and tell him how much you want to wake up in his bed forever, how you never want to miss another walk with Moni. He can’t know. 

He won’t know.

"I fucked up."

"You're going to have to be more specific," Jimin’s voice says from the other end of the phone. 

Namjoon groans, resisting the urge to slam his head back against the cabinets. He's standing in the kitchen now, staring longingly at the fridge and whatever food it may contain, because you’re out grocery shopping now, and he would love for you to come back to a hot meal, but there’s a reason you’re grocery shopping this late at night.

"You remember how in college everyone teased me because I'm terrible at one-night stands and I bet Hobi a week's groceries that I totally could?"

"Yes," Jimin says slowly. Something clinks on the other end of the line, and Namjoon wonders what Jimin’s having for dinner. His stomach rumbles in response and he heaves himself across the kitchen to dig through the fridge while Jimin continues. "I also remember how you spent weeks pining over said one-night stand while Hoseok filled the cupboards with every single thing he thought he could get away with buying. Why are you bringing that up now?"

Namjoom stays quiet but hums in victory as he unearths a pizza that isn’t too terribly old. “How long can pizza live in the fridge before it would kill me if I ate it?”

“If you have to ask that question, it’s been too long,” Jimin tells him. Namjoon debates, eyeing the pizza before deciding it looks fine and turning the oven on before sliding the pizza in. “Now, why are you bringing up one night stands and then pizza?”

"You remember how that new girl started at work a few months ago and we ate lunch together and then nearly got fired?"

"Yes, I distinctly remember writing you notes on takeout containers for weeks reminding you not to put foil in the microwave. What does-" Jimin stops, and Namjoon gets the distinct impression that if they were having this conversation in person, he’d be getting the Look. "Joon, tell me you didn't."

"I didn't have a one night stand with her," Namjoon assures him. 

"Good," Jimin says, heaving a sigh of relief. "God only knows what would happen with a one night stand with your roommate-"

"We're friends with benefits." 

Jimin chokes on whatever he’s eating and Namjoon winces sympathetically. 

"It's not that bad," The elder says before Jimin can scold him. "We're very sexually compatible. And she's amazing, Jimin, you don't even know-"

"Joon, isn't this the same girl you spent an entire four hours talking about the day she started working with you?"

"Yeah, so?"

The blonde gives a heavy sigh. Namjoon knows the younger well enough to know he’s shaking his head right now. 

"Please be careful, Namjoon," Jimin eventually says. 

"Oh, don't worry, we've both been tested, and we use condoms every time, there's nothing to worry about."

"That's not the kind of careful I mean," Jimin sighs. He's quiet for a minute as he eats and Namjoon waits for his pizza to be heated enough to eat. "Why do you say you fucked up if you’ve been careful?”

“I…” He hesitates. “I don’t know. I think she’s upset with me. We were at the mall the other day and it was fine, we were laughing at how Hobi looks dressed as an elf-”

“God that video was hilarious -”

“Right?!” They both laugh a little, fondly remembering the sight, before Namjoon sobers. “And then she just...changed. She got all quiet and skittish and ran off before I could give her the bear I made. She didn’t even look at it.”

“And it just happened out of nowhere? What were you talking about?”

“How she’s off work for New Year’s and I’m heading up to the cabin so she doesn’t have to watch Moni or anything, and then I saw Yoongi doing that dance at the store so I wanted to go watch him, and-” He stops, eyes focused on the air in front of him. 

“Joon? You good?”

“Hypothetically speaking,” He begins, a realization hitting him all at once, “What would happen if I put a pizza in the oven to reheat without taking it out of the box?”

“Oh my fucking god, Namjoon, get it out!”

There’s a flurry of smoke while Namjoon does just that and rushes to open the window so he can let some of the smoke out before you get back home. Jimin’s still berating him - albeit fondly - when he picks the phone back up. 

“It’s fine,” Namjoon says quickly, “It’s cool, nothing’s actually on fire anymore. And the pizza’s warm!”

“Oh my god, how have you survived this long.” Namjoon smiles at Jimin’s words; he gets a lot of shit for being wildly unobservant, but he knows that the others love him dearly. Why else would they still talk to him? Really, after the incident with the tub at Jungkook’s apartment, it’s truly a miracle he still has friends, and love is the only explanation. 

“But seriously, I don’t know what I did with Slick. Do you think I was too...obvious?”

“Namjoon,” Jimin says seriously. “If this girl is anything like you, and based on that time she tried to screenshot a crack in phone screen I’m inclined to believe she is, then I think the issue is that you aren’t being obvious enough . You said she got all weird after you mentioned the cabin, right?”

“Yeah. I thought she’d be happy that she wouldn’t be stuck with Moni, but-”

“Did you consider that since she thought she was working, she doesn’t have any other plans and is now stuck in the apartment by herself since she just moved here recently?”

“Oh.” Guilt surges through him as the door opens and your voice echoes that you picked up some takeout while you were gone. “I gotta go.”

“Ah-ah,” Jimin says quickly. “My payment?”

“Yes, Jimin, I love you dearly, you are the light of my life, I would never have survived this long were it not for your sage wisdom, I owe you my firstborn.”

“Much better! Some of the others could learn from you.” Jimin’s laugh continues long after he’s hung up, Namjoon is sure of it. 

You aren’t sure why the apartment smells like smoke when you get back, but you decide not to question it and just be grateful you had the foresight to pick up some takeout on your way back from the store. 

 When you get into the kitchen, Namjoon is there, with a smoking pizza box on the stove beside him. He’s not in his work clothes; instead, he looks comfortable and cozy in some sweats and a faded tee with his glasses halfway down his nose. Your heart lurches painfully in your chest at the sight and you force yourself to remember that he isn’t yours . 

“Hey! Did you hear me? I got takeout, since I figured neither of us wanted to cook. And I’m glad I did, what’s with the smoke?” A thought strikes you as you set the bags on the table. “Oh no, did you try to use the toaster? I told you not to, it got weird after that night with the fork, we need to replace it.”

“Do you wanna go to the cabin?” 

You freeze, halfway to the fridge to put away the ice cream that he likes. “What?” You ask. 

“The cabin. Do you want to go with me for New Year’s Eve, with everyone?” Namjoon takes the ice cream and finishes your journey for you, sticking it in the freezer without a second thought. “If you don’t want to take advantage of a quiet apartment, that is. You’re welcome to join, and I figured that was obvious, but then I realized that it may not be, so I wanted to offer.”

“With you and all of your friends? I don’t really... know any of them.” 

“That’s fine, they’re not that bad. They’re all pretty friendly, once you get to know them at least.” Namjoon says as he takes some vegetables out of your hands to put them in the fridge as well. “And I have no doubt that the others are going to bring some of their friends. Yoongi’s girlfriend will be there, she seems sweet. And Cat and Star are always nice, you’d love them.” 

You hesitate, though you aren’t sure why. This is what you wanted, so why doesn’t it make you happy?

“Besides, they’ll all be happy to have another friend around to bother. Jin loves to feed people.” Namjoon flashes his dimples at you and your heart does something complex that you can’t explain. There’s the rush of excitement and the skipped beat that always comes with his dimples, but it twists and clenches as well. Because of course, he’s just taking you as a friend. 

You’re friends. And that’s fine. If you repeat yourself enough times then you’ll believe it. You have to. 

“Yeah, sure!” You say with a grin. “I’d like that. They always sound so fun, it’ll be nice to meet them for real.”

Namjoon beams and helps you put the rest of the groceries away before you both settle in to eat. It’s not anything fancy, simple and quick and just enough to get the two of you through the night so that you didn’t have to cook. You chat about work as you do, a few sequences that might prove promising if you can work them the right way. 

It’s afterward, as you’re both curled up on opposite sides of the couch while some nature documentary plays in the background, that you notice it. 

He’s been fidgety all night, even before you left to get the food, and you didn’t think anything of it before. But now he’s even worse, hands rubbing along his thighs nervously while he shoots you look after look, which you have no doubt he thinks you don’t notice. 

“What is up with you?” You ask him eventually, ignoring the way some bug is eating another bug’s head onscreen. 

“Nothing,” he says in a rush. “Just...ready for bed.”

“Then go to bed.” You say it like it’s obvious, because it is. If he’s so ready to sleep, then he should go; neither of you has ever expected the other to stay up and watch TV together. You’re individuals.

“Okay,” he says softly, adjusting his glasses as he stands. He gets all the way to his bedroom door before he comes back, hovering awkwardly in the hall entrance for several seconds before he finally sits back down on the couch. Now, however, he’s sitting with his thigh pressed against yours, the heat radiating through the shorts you’re wearing and searing into your skin. 

He’s still fidgety, still uneasy for some reason, and it’s as you turn to ask him what the hell’s going on that he pulls you into a kiss. It’s soft and lingering and it makes your stomach flip in all the ways it isn’t supposed to. 

“If you wanted to have sex, you should have just said so,” You whisper against his lips. You can feel it more than hear it as he starts to say something and then cuts himself off with a sigh. 

“I wanna be inside you,” he says instead. “Please.”

Heat pools between your legs, even at such simple words, and you find yourself nodding. He kisses you again, frantic and much more heated than before, and you can already tell what it’ll be like tonight. 

You’re right, too; it’s quick and dirty. You don’t even make it to the bed, not at first. He cages you against the wall in the hallway and slides a hand between your bodies to start to draw your first orgasm out. It’s the whine from the dog that makes you realize where you are, pulling apart long enough to stare at where Moni sits at the hallway entrance, head cocked to the side and watching you with a confused stare. 

That gets you into the bedroom, the door shut behind you as you fall together onto the bed. The two of you barely get your clothes off before Namjoon’s sliding inside of you and groaning at the feeling. 

“Fuck, Slick, you’re so wet,” he whispers against your skin as he thrusts. You can hardly make words, too focused on the way he fits inside of you and the absolute certainty that you cannot say a single word running through your head. 

Not that you’re in love with the way he holds your hips so gently as he thrusts, not how he whispers praise and adoration against you with every press of his lips to your skin, and certainly not how you want to stay like this forever. That you’re absolutely positive you’ve broken the cardinal rules of being fuckbuddies. 

Don’t get feelings. 

But you were a fool, anyway. Because it’s easy to break rules, especially when you go into it with feelings. 

The first orgasm hits you with a shockwave, and with the way Namjoon hits your g-spot, it’s followed by a second shortly after. Your hands claw into the sheets as he fills the condom, and it only takes a minute for him to clean himself up enough to relax in the bed beside you, but you hardly notice; you’re too busy adjusting to the emptiness that you’re left with now that he isn’t inside you, the yearning that fills you down to your bones with the need to be wrapped up in his arms and cradled to his chest as you both drift to sleep.

You force yourself up before you can get comfortable, fatigue sweeping through your bones. 

“I’m, uh, I’m gonna go shower,” You tell him. It’s a feat to keep your voice neutral, but you think you manage. “And then head to bed, I think. Uh, thanks. For the orgasms.”

The door to the bathroom closes behind you before he can even get a word out, and you force the image of his confused face out of your mind as you turn the water on. It takes every part of you to resist the urge to linger in the hot spray for longer than you need to be there, but you manage. 

By the time you’re slipping into bed, the light in Namjoon’s room is off and you can hear Moni settling into bed beside Namjoon. You can practically see them, curled up together all warm and settled in together. Content. 

You slip between your own sheets and wrap the fluffy blanket around you. Emotions are swirling in your gut and you do your best to ignore them all. You don’t need to focus on the way you want to be there with them, the way you want to curl your body into his with Moni between you, just the way he likes on the couch. 

“This is the worst idea I’ve ever had,” You tell yourself with a sigh as you try to fall asleep in your lonely bed. 

You don’t know that across the hall, Namjoon lays awake with Moni beside him, wondering how he fucked up so badly that you’re not in his arms anymore. He’d have every intention to tell you about his feelings. He wanted to end this friends-with-benefits thing, put it to rest so that he could take you out for real. So you could be together , for real. 

But you’d just bolted the second he was collapsing onto the bed, like you were running from something, and he wasn’t about to keep you here when you don’t want to be here. 

Still, he thinks as Moni burrows under the blankets to get closer to him, he can’t help but wish you were up against him as well, with your breathing steady and quiet as you sleep and he can feel your chest move with it. 

He just really wishes that you wanted that too.

The drive to the cabin is uneventful. You and Namjoon talk about work most of the way, chatting amicably about a few things that got corrupted in the data that have been frustrating to rebuild and how excited Moni was to see Jackson when he picked the pup up that day. 

You’re only a little nervous when you spot the wooden sign specifying that it belongs to the Kims. You’ve heard a lot of stories about Namjoon’s friends, seen one or two in passing when they come by the apartment to see Namjoon, though you tend to give them space when that happens. 

Still, nothing could ever compare to the welcome that greets you. There’s some kind of karaoke going on, with Taehyung and Star watching from the couch. There are crutches propped up nearby and you wonder what the story is there for the few seconds before your attention is drawn to the kitchen, where who you assume is Seokjin is scolding someone for shoving entirely too many cookies into their mouth. You catch sight of someone - blonde, giggling, followed by a sweet-looking girl - run out of the kitchen with his cheeks puffed out and crumbs on his lips, and you shoot Namjoon a look. 

“Jimin,” He explains with a grin. “C’mon, let’s go claim the den before someone else can get to it.”

That night is hectic, to say the least. Namjoon was right when he said his friends are welcoming, though; everyone is friendly and talkative - except for Pumpkin, Seokjin’s best friend who genuinely looks like she’s about to murder someone for the few moments that you see her during dinner but Namjoon assures you “That’s just her face, I promise.” Even when the boys get to reminiscing about the days they spent in that cul-de-sac, they include everyone else in their stories. 

Especially fun is when they all come up with theories about why Cat and Hobi are late, and while from what you’ve heard so far tonight, you agree with the proposal that they’re probably fucking, you still feel a sliver of worry for them. 

It’s the mention of sex that gets your stomach churning, though. Because Namjoon shoots you a knowing look, the same one he gets when you wear those ultra-short shorts around the house that he adores, and you already know what he wants. You can’t even say you don’t want it, too, because you don’t think you could ever turn down the opportunity to have him like that. It’s just so bittersweet when it ends-

“I’m going to start on dessert,” Seokjin states as he gathers plates. Yoongi and Peaches are gone in record time, and Taehyung and Star follow not long after, though it takes considerably longer with the way Taehyung helps her. Seokjin calls after them all that he’ll have dessert ready in a little while, and Namjoon shoots you another look when Jimin and Pumpkin don’t move from the table. 

“C’mon,” Namjoon whispers, grabbing your hand and urging you down the hallway. “Get our bags, we’re gonna steal Jin’s room.”

“That doesn’t seem like the best idea,” You whisper in return, though you do in fact grab the bags as he directs. “Isn’t that also Pumpkin’s room? Are we sure she won’t murder us?”

“No, it’ll be fine, Jin would never let her.” The thought isn’t as comforting as Namjoon means it to be, but you manage to get your bags in the room and their bags out without anyone the wiser. 

You realize your mistake too late. This room only has one bed. A singular sleeping area. The den has couches, you would have been fine, but you can’t sleep here. You can’t share the bed with Namjoon; it’s entirely too dangerous. Getting to see him still completely sleep soft, warm against you as the two of you doze in the early morning light? 

There would be no coming back from that. 

The thought leaves nearly as quick as it enters, driven away by the slide of Namjoon’s arms as he wraps them around you. 

"Do you want it, Slick?" His voice is deep and rumbling, almost a purr in your ear, and it makes your knees weak. It's truly ridiculous how easy it is for him to rile you up, but fuck , can you really complain?

Except you can, because it's not what you want. It's not everything you want. You can't ask for more, though, not when he doesn't want to give it.

His hands snake towards the waistband of your pants - fancy grey pinstriped pants that you bought specifically because Namjoon told you that Seokjin has a fancy dress code for New Year's Eve - and your heart jumps up into your throat. You spin in his arms, doing your best to look enthusiastic. 

"I want to blow you," You tell him as you sink to your knees. He leans back against the wall and quirks a brow, but he nods his agreement.

You set to work almost immediately; you're determined to make this the best blowjob of his life. It's the least you can do. You don't tell him that, though; you can't tell him. Not this. Not that you're so deeply entrenched in your feelings for him that you're afraid if you don't get out now you won't be able to. Not that you can't bear to have him touch you because you're afraid of what will come out of your mouth, what you might say or reveal that he doesn't want to know. 

Not when you're going to have to end this, as you decided while laying in bed two nights ago, cold and exhausted and utterly alone. 

You focus again on Namjoon, reminding yourself to pay attention. His dick is big - big enough that your fingers can only barely meet when you wrap them around it, but it means your jaw aches deliciously when you go down on him, and you adore the feeling of it in your throat.

So you swallow him down completely, burying him to the hilt with one swift movement. You've been practicing, and it has clearly paid off if the choked moan that escapes him is any indication. His hands tangle in your hair, not pulling or pushing but instead just sitting there and moving with you as you pull off just to bury him again. 

You look up and are pleased to find that his eyes are screwed shut, jaw clenched tight against the moans building inside of his chest. But that won't do at all. The best blowjob of his life can't possibly be one where he doesn't even look at you.

To rectify the situation, you bring one hand up to tease at his balls, squeezing ever so slightly in the way you know he likes as you swallow around his cock. He does moan then, fingers clenching in your hair as he opens his eyes to look down at you. 

"Fuck, just like that, Slick," He pleads. "Again, please again, it's perfect." You comply, humming an affirmative around his dick that makes him shudder before you swallow around him again. "God, fuck , you're so fucking perfect. Fucking amazing, the best, I can't believe I get to have this-"

Namjoon continues, mumbling in and out of coherency as you bop your head up and down on his cock. He's thick and heavy in your mouth and it feels like heaven on your tongue - it always does - and just when you think you can never get enough-

"Fuck, I love you so much, Slick, you're a god damn angel."

You pull off his dick, staring wide-eyed at him. Namjoon whines and looks down at you, clearly not comprehending what's just come out of his mouth.

"Fuck," He mutters. "Fuck, shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...I don't...I'm so sorry I didn't want you to know, especially not like this. Shit. "

"Are you serious?" You ask as you stand back up. Namjoon makes a belated movement to help steady you, blood flowing back into your calves from where you were kneeled down for a while, but he stops himself. He doesn't even look at you, really, instead staring out the window nearby. "Namjoon, seriously. Did you mean that?"

"I mean…" He hesitates, rubbing a hand over his jaw. "Yeah. I did. I do. It's still new so I can't be entirely sure, but I think that's what this is." 

He heaves a sigh and tucks himself back into his slacks before moving to sit on the bed, one hand running through his platinum hair. 

"You weren't supposed to know," He mutters. "I thought I could keep it a secret. I didn't want to make it weird between us since you don't…" 

"Since I don't...feel the same?" You ask as you sit beside him. "You really...care about me like that?"

"Yeah," Namjoon whispers with a grin. It's fond and sweet and everything you've ever wanted and it's so unbearably familiar because it's how he's always looked at you. "Ever since we almost burned the lab down, I think."

"Same," You breathe, and you can't deny the way that you love the light that sparks in his eyes at that. "Ever since you ate the vegetables out of my rice and gave me your eggrolls." 

"Are you-"

"Yeah," You say with a laugh. "I guess we're kind of both at fault for this, then."

"Can I…" Namjoon trails off, searching for the words he wants. His hands move to wrap around yours, lacing your fingers together as he gives you a smitten smile. "We've been fucking for a while. As you know. But would you do me the honor of letting me make love to you?" 

You gulp, an audible and atrocious thing, because his words send a surge of desire straight to your core. He's right, you have been fucking, because that's the only thing the two of you can call it. You don't make eye contact, you don't sleep over, there are rules , but god, the two of you break everything else, so why not this?

"Please," You whisper.  

His lips are on yours in an instant, his hands following quickly after to strip your clothes off. You can't be sure when his clothes join the pile on the floor, just that one moment your fists are clenched in his shirt and the next, you're raking your nails down his bare back as he sucks purple marks into your neck. 

"God, you're beautiful," He mutters. "Fucking divine." 

"Then I match you, don't I?" You whisper. Two of his fingers slide into you, and both of you moan at the feeling. He glides them against your walls, teasing that one spot inside of you that he knows you adore, and you whine a little.

"Patience, my dear," He chuckles. When you whine again he grins, dimples making your stomach flip. "Alright then, Slick. Let me get a condom."

"No," You say quickly. "We've been exclusive, right? No risk or anything like that. I've got the implant. 98% effective. I want…"

"Say it, love," Namjoon breathes, eyes never leaving yours. 

"I want to feel you. Please." He nods at your words and settles between your thighs once more. Your breath hitches in your throat at the thought of what's to come. 

"Tell me if you want to stop," he says as he presses kisses to your neck, up your throat, and across your cheeks. He does it all to distract you as he slides inside, but he doesn't need to. You've been fucking him for months now, you know exactly how big he is, and you're more than ready for it. 

What you aren't ready for is the way his skin feels against your walls, how you can feel every pulse and throb of his cock inside you. It's better than anything you've ever felt, beyond any descriptors you could find, and it only gets better as he slides out and then back in. 

His pace is slow but steady, a rhythmic glide to it that's making you obscenely wet. It's a stark contrast to the gentle way he kisses you, the softness of his lips against yours. The sound of his skin hitting yours fills the room as he breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. 

"You are the best thing that's ever happened to me," You tell him, sliding your hands along every inch of skin you can get. 

Nothing is loud enough to mask the sound of the door opening, however, and when you glance over you can see that Hoseok and Cat have apparently finished whatever the fuck it was they were doing. 

You shy back, doing your best to cover yourself from their eyes, but Namjoon's pace doesn't falter. 

" Taken ," He growls. He doesn't even break eye contact as he does so, and the way his hand tightens on your hip makes you think he isn't just talking about the bedroom. 

Thankfully the couple disappears after that, closing the door behind them as they go, and it flips a switch inside Namjoon somehow. 

His pace speeds up, pistoning in and out of you mercilessly. He starts to angle his hips, searching until you finally cry out with your back arching up off the bed itself. He just smiles and continues to hit that spot, one hand moving to support your back while the other rubs teasing circles into your clit. 

"That's it, love," he purrs. "Wanna watch you come for me like this. Let yourself fall apart on my cock, Slick, I'll be right here. I've got you." 

You really wish you could figure out what exactly it is he does then; some kind of swivel of his hips while his fingers do some complicated twist or something, you have no doubt, but nevertheless, it's got you unraveling underneath him. You clench around him, harder than you ever have, and you can feel the sheets soaking underneath you from the strength of your orgasm. 

It takes barely two more thrusts for Namjoon to come as well, stilling slightly as his cum hits your walls for the first time. It's warm and you can feel it settling inside of you, but you can't say you don't enjoy it. 

You're both panting, out of breath and exhausted and having worked all the food Seokjin made out of your system. Namjoon disappears for a few seconds before returning with a warm cloth to clean you up; his hands are tender as he does so, and you find yourself falling even deeper. 

After a quick power nap and an even quicker quickie - because Namjoon insisted that it wasn't fair that you got to go down on him but he didn't get to go down on you - the two of you mingle with the others. Hoseok and Cat fit seamlessly into the group, filling a space you hadn't realized was missing during dinner. It's obvious to you, as you lean against the kitchen island and watch them all, just how much this group loves each other. Even the newcomers, like the new girlfriends, are absorbed so perfectly into the existing group that it's as if they never left.

Hell, even Pumpkin is smiling a little, although you can't be sure it's not just because Seokjin looks Like That. 

"Ooh, icing," Namjoon says as he comes to join you in the kitchen. Seokjin barely gets a chance to say anything as Namjoon drags his thumb across the white droplet and sucks it into his mouth. 

The baker looks horrified, and you wish you knew why. Namjoon agrees, based on the look on his face. 

"What?" Namjoon asks. "It was good." Seokjin's face is as pale as it can possibly get when he waves Namjoon away, and you have a sneaking suspicion of just what your boyfriend put in his mouth. 

You don't bother to hide your smile as said boyfriend comes over to you and hands you a glass of champagne.

"What are you so happy about?" He asks teasingly.

"You," You tell him honestly. It's worth it when he ducks his head, shy smile making his dimples stand out even as he tries to hide it. "I adore you."

Namjoon doesn't respond, just kisses you. He breaks away for a few minutes, saying something to someone else, and when the clock strikes midnight, he presses another gentle kiss to your lips.

"What are you wishing for?" He asks. 

"Midnight wishes? Really?" You tease. He cocks a brow and you smile. "I don't need to wish for anything. I got everything I wanted this year." 

"Really? Everything?" 

You nod, straightening his tie ever so slightly. "And what about you? What are you wishing for?"

"Oh, that's easy." He wraps an arm around you and grins. "For you to finally accept the bear I made you that day in the mall."

"Moni loves that thing, I couldn't possibly take it from him."

"But it's got a microscope! And a lab coat!"

Well then," You tell him, dropping your voice so the others won't hear. "I suppose you'll have to make me another." 

He glances over to where Yoongi and Peaches stand and then back to you. 

"Covert mission to also get another for Jisoo?"

"Glad we're on the same page here," You tell him with a smile.

[falloutboywife]

do u have any fob fic recs?

HEWWO YES i have a fuckton of fics to rec, i mostly just read peterick ones (i can’t find a lot of wentzporta or the rarest of rarepairs: stumporta, but i wanna start seeing if i can find any good trohley or joetrick fics) but i have an INSANE amount that i can suggest, i’ll link them and then offer a summary and tags for the content.

disclaimer: i don’t know if you were asking for nsfw fics but that’s like. all that i ever read unless it’s a REALLY good fic or character study or things like that. i’m also gonna warn that some of these are very dark because i like stories that tackle dark themes and a lot of them uh. let’s just say i like tttyg and futct a lot because i love the lore and dynamics surrounding the band in its early days so the eras i like to read fics about will reflect that

there are some in this list that are decidedly more normal than others, and even if some of the tags i mention sound like the fic is gonna be messed up, i can assure you there are way more fics lighter in tone than others in this list. like if a fic is BAD i mention it

I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE IF THIS ISN’T WHAT YOU WERE ASKING also these are in the order that i was able to find them so the quality/how much i like it isn’t in order

https://adellyna.livejournal.com/358618.html this one is about pete letting patrick drink for his seventeeth birthday, warnings for underage up the wazoo

https://adellyna.livejournal.com/355836.html patricksitting is like, THE peterick fic it’s about pete being patrick’s babysitter while his parents are out of town, again underage tag

https://adellyna.livejournal.com/350184.html ANOTHER fic about pete letting underage patrick drink but this time? pete’s recording him. warnings for underage shit and potential dubcon (i wouldn’t call it that bc it’s not how i interpreted it but the author tagged it, so)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/254157 this is a dance dance au where patrick fucks nerd!pete

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1045467 this fic is SO good it’s about the time where pete and patrick got into that really bad fight behind the convenience store while on tour, the one where pete choked patrick so hard he couldn’t sing the next day, this one has like. fight sex i guess is the term. i guess you could call this a darkfic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/522666 this is one of my favorites, it’s about pete kidnapping babystump and patrick developing stockholm syndrome but i PROMISE it is way more heartwarming than that, it’s not a hardcore kidnapping darkfic i swear. underage warning WOW THERE’S A LOT OF THESE

https://archiveofourown.org/works/239403 this is one of the funniest fucking fics i ever read, the premise is that pete pretends to be patrick’s boyfriend to piss patrick’s parents off. underage warning yet again

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25420678 this one is short but literally anything by this author is great, this is @castleinthsky here on tumblr. wilson is a fantastic author and i wish she wrote more, i’d literally read a novel if she wrote it, same with adellyna on lj. this is about pete lusting after patrick but it’s all just him masturbating to the idea of him, underage warning YET AGAIN

https://archiveofourown.org/works/158907 this one is about pete and patrick right after a show fucking in one of the hallways

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1069202 OH GOD THIS ONE IS SO FUCKING HOT this is one where pete is super controlling over patrick during sex he acts like a fucking scumbag it’s SO sexy but The Ending Will Warm Your Heart. i know this one is van days so it MIGHT be underage because i’m just a fucking creep i guess

https://archiveofourown.org/works/443472 okay this is one of my favorite fics of all time, this is part two in a series the author wrote about the idea of patrick having a twin brother, the first one is shorter and just introduces you to the idea but the second one is a fully fleshed out story and i love it so fucking much, you should seriously check this one out because this is one of the best fics out there period. warning for underage and incest YES I’M AWARE OF WHAT I’M LINKING PLEASE GIVE ME A BREAK

inb4 “nyan do you read any fics that aren’t weird as shit” PLEASE I JUST WANNA BE HAPPY

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9871037 this is also by castleinthsky and it’s a lot more tame than what i linked before, this is just a cute 2008 fic where they’re on their way to the next town at night and patrick is drunk in the back with pete

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4373366 okay this one is a double whammy and also one of my favorite aus, this is 2011 patrick and 2007 pete. i LOVE the idea of different eras with each other, like i love the idea of post-hiatus pete and patrick ganging up on one of their younger selves and this one specifically is 2011 trick with 2007 pete. the same author ALSO wrote...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4168323 this, which is literally just post-hiatus pete and patrick fucking babystump. it is so goddamn good warnings for selfcest and underage yaddah yaddah you get the point by now

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24333673 this is like the creepiest fic on this list, it’s straight up just pete being a creep (i loooove creepy pete so much if you haven’t noticed) and hypersexualizing van days trick and i feel like at this point i don’t need to warn you what’s in it

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1163036 this is just really rough peterick sex but i also like stories where patrick is a fucking violent bitch so i’m throwing it in here. i love brattystump so much

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4307196 this is a two-part series that is also, that’s right, about patrick starring in a sex tape but this time instead of his consent being very dubious, he’s doing it intentionally as a gift for pete. i think patrick is 17 in this

i am deeply considering not even posting this list at this point because of how many times i’ve used the term “underage” to describe one of these. i swear to god it’s not how it looks

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20685 OKAY. BEWENTZED. THIS IS MY NUMBER ONE FAVORITE PETERICK FIC AND IT’S ONE OF MY FAVORITE FICS OF ALL TIME it’s like this REALLY long form bewitched au sort of thing where pete is the literal devil and he gives patrick seven wishes, but each wish patrick makes is turned into a lesson about how he can’t force friendships or fame or success and pete twists them in a way that backfires in his face. this is seriously one of the best fucking fics i’ve ever read and even though patrick is in high school in this PLEASE ignore that if that squicks you out because this fic is fucking legendary. this and patricksitting are CRUCIAL to the peterick extended universe

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32760 this is a short one where patrick needs to get laid but the only person around who can do it is pete because joe won’t make a direct offer and he’s pretty sure andy is far from interested

https://archiveofourown.org/works/335389 eden burns is another legendary fic that’s about pete treating patrick like shit as the two are growing up together, this has triggers up the fucking ass so i’d really suggest reading the tags and summary before reading this but it deals heavily with the psychological aspects of molestation rather than just as a kink thing. it’s THAT kind of dark fic i fucking love it i love looking completely insane

https://jamjar.livejournal.com/99731.html OKAY A FIC WHERE IT’S NOT PATRICK THAT’S IN HIGH SCHOOL FOR ONCE this is an age reversal fic and while it doesn’t explore the potential of the idea as much as i’d like it’s still a really good read, it’s about patrick and pete switching ages and it builds an entire setting around that, where pete goes to high school with joe and patrick is trying to establish himself as a musician with andy. pete is a very angsty and emotional teen in this it’s so good

https://swear-jar.livejournal.com/697877.html OH THIS IS A FIC I SERIOUSLY JUST DISCOVERED this one is sooooo fucking hot it’s so weird, it really elaborates on when pete was unmedicated when he was younger so the logic in this one is super fun to figure out. i love fics that try their own interpretation of pete when he was unmedicated and unstable because it’s so fascinating trying to explore his psychology in a safe and creative environment, and i relate to a lot of stories like these because i have bipolar like pete and when it was unmedicated while i was younger it destroyed my fucking life so i understand a lot of the things he used to do or say about himself, anyway in this fic he jerks off to patrick in his sleep without him knowing so warnings for that and for vomit. i wouldn’t call this a darkfic just really bizarre and i love it for that

https://giddygeek.livejournal.com/138523.html and this is the last rec i have for now, it’s another dance dance au where both pete and patrick gang up on nerd patrick and it’s very cute

please don’t be mean to me i pay my taxes on time and i vote democrat and bernie should have won the nomination instead of biden

[gayregis]

angouleme can have little a avuncular guidance. as a treat ... heres some semblance of a compilation of regis being a guardian to angouleme, things i think about . both funnie and sad moments included i think

angouleme sneaks out at night to get into trouble / does other questionable things around the palace nocturnally, regis always catches her and it’s always on accident since they just have very similar time schedules. angouleme stares at him intensely in “oh fuck i just got caught” like O_O for a good 30 seconds EVERY time this happens but regis is just like :| and shrugs saying “i didn’t see anything, i’m a human, i can’t see at night or whatever” and walks off. also the next morning geralt always questions him as to what angouleme was doing, if he saw her when he was coming home, and regis always denies knowledge or says smth along the lines of “i’m not a narc, geralt :/”

angouleme yelling/losing her shit/saying wildly inappropriate things ... regis produces a ye olde granola bar from his bag and gives it to her and she quiets down immediately and is like :) content eating the granola bar. you can also substitute the granola bar with a bag of baby carrots.

similarly angouleme saying crazy shit and geralt telling her to be quiet and asking regis to recount this instead and regis says something incredibly similar/the exact same

that one time that milva was teaching angouleme to shoot and angouleme clear missed the target and got regis instead and actually for the first time was incredibly upset and regretful and guilty that she had inflicted pain and potentially death upon someone and was very worried and apologetic and ashamed ... but also when regis inevitably just plucks out the arrow and hands it back to her and says “oh i think this is yours” angouleme is like wait so he litcherally cant be killed... this is epic

basically angouleme who’s been abandoned having an immortal protector and mentor. peace

as i said in the tags of this post here: regis comes of as so peaceful as an individual that at first angouleme resents him a little, because she associates peace with arrogance... like, oh youre content with your life and dont hate yourself? so you think youre better than me? fucker. and she’s so used to asshole men being creeps in her life that this company still seems really bizarre in the regard that none of these men are dangerous. but then she learns about what ... who ... regis was in the past and she realizes that they’re similar, and then does the math and realizes that maybe one day she’ll also find this inner peace and can stop hating herself so much for the things she’s done and the things that have happened to her. angouleme not feeling as though she's so alone and such a fuckup that only she could ever get into such a mess like this... i feel like she has an unhealthy amount of survivor’s guilt, as in she blames herself for not dying while everyone else in her band did, and she also feels like what the world has given her she deserved because she was a fundamentally bad person from birth bc of her status, and that she will be stuck in this violent hellscape of a life forever and thats just how it is and she has to continue violence... but i think when she meets regis (and also milva) she realizes that violence does not need to be a cycle and change is possible.

also in the tags of that post: i think... regis developing more understanding/empathy and putting ethical philosophy into actual practice where it actually has stakes (haha haha haha stakes haha haha haha haha haha). i think in the hansa he learns what humanity actually means

also bc vampires just... do not parent, it’s not in their culture to, regis learning what guardianship actually means and growing into this position where he protects this child and begins to understand humanity on this deeper level of the feeling of protecting a child, because that’s very human, valuing and protecting the progenity for a new generation is incredibly human

also geralt arguing with regis that “humans don’t regrow their heads” so he can’t just be supporting her doing all sorts of dumb shit just bc he did it and he turned out alright... they kind of have to argue on how to parent i’m saying bc again vampire parenting is not much parenting at all. just let them go wild what’s the worst that could happen... they’ll learn sort of thing. so regis has to confront the idea of human fragility and mortality

i think regis also learns from angouleme in that it’s very easy to hate and loathe your past self and curse your past self, asking “what could i have possibly been thinking, what an idiotic thing to do...” when your past self was not actually devoid of any redeemable qualities and was actually just misguided and without hope... regis condemns his past self quite harshly but because he would never admonish angouleme in such a way i think he realizes that the self-loathing is excessive and unproductive and potentially harmful

i said this in a post already, but geralt is overflowing with fatherly vibes and milva is also stern so i think there is a lot of value in regis to angouleme , in that she can tell him practically anything and he won’t get on her case for it . she finds this kind of amnesty in him whereas with the other members of the hansa they’d freak and start asking her all these questions. regis is just like “hm ok” and maybe discusses a little but doesn’t give her shit for it. this allows angouleme to confide a lot of stuff that she wouldn’t normally feel safe to tell someone else, and also probably gets her out of a lot of trouble bc someone (a very powerful someone) will know where she is and what she’s doing... so if she gets into trouble, she has a lifeline

this also means she can tell him a lot of funnie stories that she doesn’t have to stop herself with because “was gonna say smth funny and then remembered it involved murder.” also regis has like a thousand stories too obviously so he counters her wild tales with smth even crazier and then they’ll try to compete for a bit like “well ONE TIME i...” but angouleme actually always wins and neither knows how she does

surgery lessons, or basically regis was sewing someone up and angouleme invaded the scene going “can i watch can i watch”

also alchemy lessons, which turns into basically “so that’s how you make fisstech... interesting”

i think also in these mentorships regis quizzes her lightly like “and what reactions does this species of plant produce in the human body...?” and angouleme says the right answer, “oh they drop dead” and regis is like “very good!” and angouleme kind of goes insane with happiness a little at being called ‘good’ / being praised by a parental figure for maybe like one of the first times in her life. similarly, i think regis would attest to angouleme’s character at the breakfast table in discussions, and say things like “well our angouleme is very smart” and she’d be like >:3!!!

as in canon, adopting each other’s speech mannerisms... not just regis adopting angouleme’s unique phrases, but i would also like to think abt angouleme saying smth pseudo-philosophical to throw someone off of her tracks... like “so, i owe you money... but what is the concept of debt and ownership, anyways? isn’t it all just a construct by society? by humanity?” and then she bolts and evades her creditors

regis trying to teach angouleme stuff and then being like “oh wait i forgot you can’t fly, hmm... ” “oh wait i forgot you can’t hypnotize people, hmm....... that complicates things...” ... jokes on regis though bc apparently angouleme can scale buildings and talk her way out of a lot of situations, so that’s almost as good as flight and hypnosis

im trying to not be sad rn but i think regis would be a very good person to cry on. like his cloak is very soft. and he smells like herbs. so there you go. but i think also angouleme having a breakdown would be cathartic for both of them because angouleme realizes that she’s being vulnerable around an adult and she isn’t afraid of them and regis realizes that he has a responsibility to not treat physical wounds, but rather to treat emotional ones and that’s infinitely more difficult

i think angouleme would have breakdowns to regis about: her family/her mother, geralt taking her into the hansa but she feels like he probably just sees her as a replacement daughter, i think also she gets into too much trouble one night and regis has to get her out of trouble and she kind of just breaks down because her life is crazy and has always been crazy and there’s no way out because this is all she has

i think angouleme also gets pretty upset at seeing children/teens with “perfect lives,” like she just gets crazy bitter about it... and there’s no shortage of nobility around the palace, so she’s constantly reminded of her background. i think regis’s not-being-a-human-isms and philosophy that stems from an immortal perspective that all humans are equal in life and death can help with this. but also he kind of has to learn that you can’t just talk about smth abt society or the past that is fucked up and solve it by having had said it... it will always remain an issue...

i also think that regis has his ravens scout around for angouleme’s lost pendant with a sea-cat on it, but when she gets it back she gets mad and says that she doesn’t want it because she doesn’t want to be reminded of her mother, regis is like “ok” but angouleme is still mad, she realizes she’s mad because she doesn;t think that regis realizes that he’s actually become more of a guardian to her than her biological mother was, and tries to provoke him but regis is unprovokable ofc so he’s like hm explain that and angouleme just spills her emotions

to bring this back to happy i think they could also prank geralt pretty hard. and or eavesdrop. plus there will be times like where angouleme is waiting by a door trying to listen in and straining and regis stands like 3 feet from the door and hears everything perfectly, just recites it all aloud and she’s like oh this is so much easier. 

also once angouleme was eavesdropping on geralt and dandelion arguing and regis approached and was like “angouleme :/” and angouleme was like >:/ “get out of here i’m tryna eavesdrop” and regis was like “there’s a more professional way to do this” and disappears through the door, angouleme is like “showoff!” ... geralt smells sage and throws a moon dust bomb at him and regis coughs up silver shards for the rest of the day. also when angouleme hears the explosion she jumps in, so this was a failed attempt all around

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Abracadabra, Part I. (The Eighties Blasts Collection, Part 6.)

Description: Jim Hopper died as a hero. But with that, one certain problem rises up - who will now lead the cops of Hawkins? Hopper thought of that - he decided to write a letter, naming his niece, nineteen-year-old student of Indianapolis police academy, Y/N Hopper as a sheriff deputy in a letter. But anybody in the town doesn’t have a clue that being a cop in Hawkins is way more dangerous than it might seem.

A/N: I WAS SO THRILLED FOR THIS CHAPTER BCS IT STARTED THE SERIES IN MY HEAD BOI.

Tagging: @charmed-asylum​

Warnings: Steve Harrington being a fucking dork and lovely boy. 

Word count: 2.5 K

Master list: The Eighties Blasts Collection

The other morning, Steve got up with a burst of sudden, strange energy. He was in such a good mood that he couldn't express it out loud. It was a morning routine - hop into a shower, take some clothes on and have a good breakfast.

Then his dad told him that he's one of the biggest disappointments in his life, just like every morning, and then his mom told him not to take it personally. That morning, he truly wasn't taking those words personally at all.

He ran off the house to his car, picking an old walkie-talkie from under his seat. It was Thursday morning, but the holiday has started, so Dustin had a day off and Steve really needed his help on this one.

"Hey, dingus. Steve here, do you copy?" - He asked while he put a seatbelt around him. Of course, Dustin copied - be never turned off his walkie-talkie because he was ready for code red at basically any moment. But to say that he was pleased to hear Steve was truly far from the truth.

"What the hell do you want? It's like... Eight in the morning and I'm on my holiday. You should go back to sleep, Harrington." - Dustin mumbled back with a sleepy voice.

"I need your help on this one. Pick up your damn ass and meet me in the shop at twenty. It's important. Steve's signing off." - Steve threw the walkie-talkie back on the passenger's seat and because Dustin knew that he never turns that damn talkie off, he continued with talking to Steve.

"If you won't take me something to eat, I'm not coming. Over." - And with that, the radio waves went silent. Steve did as Dustin required to get his help - he bought him morning menu in local KFC, took one to Robin as well, and then drove to his job.

He was actually dancing to the music playing in his car while waiting for the green light to come on. His fingers drummed on the steering wheel. And he even waved at some ladies walking on the pavement. He was wearing his sunglasses and chewing on a gum - he was feeling truly flawless. 

“Why the hell are you so loud?” - Robin growled from taking a nap on the counter next to Dustin with her eyes closed. They both looked equally dead, but that was anything that would ruin Steve’s good mood.

“Because I am a man with a plan and I took you some KFC. Now get up your lazy asses and listen up.” - He threw the bags on the counter and drummed a short melody with his palms into the glass. He bit on his lower lip, still smiling. 

“I will maybe take you seriously when you'll take those sunglasses off. Its November and you're inside a shop, idiot.” - Robin rose up her head to look at Steve with dark circles under her eyes. She looked like a mess, that was for sure. But Steve slowly took his glasses off and Dustin finally gripped his breakfast. That boy was basically starving. 

“Talk. If you don't finish before I eat everything, I'm going home. Ready, set, go.” - Dustin told to Steve coldly, starting to eat. Steve rose his eyebrows, laughing unbelievably - he knew he has to be quick. Dustin was like a bulldozer when it came to KFC.

“I want to impress a certain lady and you are both going to help me.” - Steve said nonchalantly and that was the moment when Dustin stopped eating and concentrated on Steve and Steve only. 

“Let's make it clear, we are talking about Hopper.” - Robin sighed and stood up. - “You think that you, Steve, can impress a big city lady like Y/N? Don't take me wrong, I'm not laughing at you, for now, I'm just... Interested.” 

“See? That's the whole problem. And I think that its time for Dustin to pay me back and to give me some tips. To think about them.” - Steve leaned his elbow into the counter, watching Dustin intensely. Dustin rose up his eyebrows and asking Steve if he's actually serious.

“Pay you back for what?” - Dustin squealed out. 

“For all the good pro tips I gave you to win the game with Suzie, man.” - Steve said like if it wasn't completely serious. It was a red code situation in Steves's opinion. When he held you in his arms, watching Hawkins, he realized that maybe Robins teasing wasn't out of the way completely. You were interesting and dangerous, and to his own surprise, he may... Liked that?

Listen. Steve was thinking for a good portion of his night about you, your common childhood memories and he even went so far with the nostalgia that he opened up the album to look at the photos. He wasn't exactly crazy for you, but he felt good in your company and every time he met you downtown, it made his day ten times better.

That was something to start off, right? He heard that when you like someone, you didn't have to fall as hard as he fell for Nancy. This could've been his mind telling him that maybe... There's something more about that Hopper girl.

“For all the tips that weren't working at all, Steve? You forget that you’re not the popular guy anymore and you forgot that it isn't anything bad not to be the cool one. It's actually pretty normal to be normal.” - Dustin almost yelled at him a quick lecture and Steve rolled his eyes so hard that they almost touched his brain. 

“I know, I know. So now it is your turn to tell me something you think that works with ladies so we can test it out. What do you say?” - Steve's fist-bumped Dustin's shoulder lightly. He was smiling at him playfully. Dustin slowly put down his breakfast again, looking at Steve from below the peak of his cap with a serious face. 

“But you will take my every word as the holy text, do you understand?” - Dustin reached out his palm for steve to shake it. - “Do you have cards here?”

“Cards?” - Robin looked at Dustin and her expression was saying only I am surrounded by idiots and children.

“Oh, don't lie to me now. You must play solitaire or other card games when you have a long day at work. Where are they?” - Dustin frowned at Robin and she kneeled down to search through the cabinets under the counter. 

“I found Keith's poker cards. Is that enough?” - She mumbled with her head shoved under the counter. 

“More than enough, Robin. Now, you watch and learn, Steve Harrington, because this is the key to learn a girl's heart.” - Dustin massaged his knuckles and smiled at Steve who was looking at Dustin with his eye opened up like he was internally screaming What have I done?

Your day in the office, that was a different cup of tea. You barely slept the night before and chief wanted you to concentrate on re-writing some things in a case file that was currently going on. Normally, you would be interested even in the boring Hawkins cases, but at the moment, you were falling asleep hard.

You already drank a cup of strong black coffee, even if Flo wasn't supporting it at the slightest, but at that moment, it was around one p.m., your face was pressed into your palms and you were snoring lightly. And the boys let you, because they liked you overall and really, there wasn't much to do.

So that was why you almost yelled when Franklin was shooking your shoulder carefully.

“Hey. Hey. Easy with those hands, miss.” - Franklin chuckled, letting you to lean into the chair and to let you yawn loudly.

“Sorry, Frank. What do you need?” - You mumbled, trying to massage your eyes so you could actually see something.

“Robin Buckley from the Blockbuster Video called and asked if you can see her on the lunch pause.” - He patted your shoulder. - “Go and take some time off, I'll finish that file. Deal?” - Frank had actually some puppy eyes for you, he like you. He wanted to hit it off with you as the time would pass; he was only four years older than you after all. 

“Is there an emergency?” - You choked up, standing up immediately, taking Hopper’s old jacket on your shoulders, tying your hair up in a ponytail.

“No. They just want to chat apparently.” - Frank winked at you. So you drove to the video shop in your old Chevy, yawning the whole way, stopping outside of it. 

For the love of God, you could say that something is going on from the first moment your eyes laid on Steve in front of the counter. He was nervous as a little girl; naturally, you got worried. What if something actually happened?

You opened the door at a fast pace only to Abracadabra by the Steve Miller Band start to basically yell into your ear. You touched the revolver on your belt, looking at every one of them like a freaked out dear in cars headlights. 

Steve slowly made his way to you, apparently doing some magic trick with cards. You opened up your mouth and watched Steve like a total imbecile he apparently was at that very moment. What the fuck was going on?

And it only got worse - Steve started to sing and moved in the rhythm of that funky song. Your brain froze down as you didn't know what the fuck you're supposed to do.

“Abra-abracadabra. I wanna reach out and grab ya. Abracadabra. Abracadabra, I feel the magic in your caress, I feel magic when I touch your dress. Silk and satin, leather and lace. Black panties with an angel's face.” - He sang proudly and just as he finished the verse, the cards flat out fell out of his palms, he slipped on them and fell onto the ground. Robin and Dustin cringed hard in the background while you still stood there in a complete shock, watching that idiot on the ground, your hand still touching the revolver you had on you.

“Okay, guys, what the fuck was that?” - You yelled all over the shop when Dustin turned off the music. Steve was kneeling just in front of you, red like a tomato - because he fucked up in the worst way he actually could.

“Steve was trying...” Robin started to speak, but Steve turned his head to her with a begging face. 

“Nothing!” - Steve yelled and stood up nervously. - “It was... Nothing. We were just joking around and wanted to see your reaction. That's all.” - He said nervously and he felt that he's ready to sink into the floor below him. You looked at him again and at that moment he seriously knew that he fucked up.

“Am I a joke to you, or what? I thought that were friends after I cried on your shoulder like a little kid! Now, every one of you made me waste my lunch on... This? What that shit show even was?” - You yelled at every one of them. Robin was surprised - Steve didn't tell any of them that you were crying in front of him. He hadn't exactly said anything about your hangout. And yeah, you had every right to be mad at them.

“I have some food if you want something.” - Dustin said quietly, giving you his unwrapped burrito from a nearby gas station. You exhaled loudly and closed your eyes before you took the burrito out of Dustin’s hand. You were maybe too harsh, even Steve looked like he's about to cry or puke, nothing between. 

“All this just to cheer me up?” - You smiled after a while at Steve. You could calm down pretty quick after bullshit like that. After all, you could say all you wanted, it was sweet. They were only trying to make you forget about Hop most likely. - “It was kind of funny, not gonna lie.” - Your elbow bumped into his side and Robin gave Steve a conspirational look. Steve exhaled slowly, being glad that he hadn't ruined every chance he got.

Maybe there was still some hope to impress you after all.

Just as the conversation recovered from that magical failure, your radio came to life. You walked away from them, answering it.

“Hopper here, over.” 

“Anderson here, I have a task for you if you won't tell the chief, over.” - Anderson answered in a firm tone. Your adrenaline rose higher - a first real job. The chief was out of town, so it meant that you could actually go and look on a first crime scene.

“I won't. Go on, over.” - You giggled with joy in your voice. Anderson chuckled at that.

“Okay. Mrs. Williams from 27th East road called us that she smells a stench from her neighbor, Mrs. Duffer on 29th East road. I think that she may only overcook something, but will you give it a look? It's nothing, probably.” - Anderson said with a smile in his voice.

“Sure thing. I will give you a report once I'm there, copy and over, kill.” - Oh, weren't you excited like hell when he turned your radio wave off?

"Okay. I need to go now, but it was amazing to see you all." - You took the last bite of the burrito and then you drank a little water from a glass Robin gave you.

"Where are you going?" - Steve asked with a slight smile.

"Oh, we have a report on a strange stench in one of the neighborhoods. It is nothing too crazy." - You smiled on your way from Blockbusters.

"I will go with you. Just so I know that you're good, alright?" - Steve took his jacket off the chair it was hanging on and took it on. You looked at him, visibly amused.

"No, you're not. This is an investigation, Steve." - You stopped just outside the shop.

"I will just wait in the car. It's not a big deal. Calm down." - Steve laughed nervously. For a moment, you stood in front of him, trying to figure out what he's after. After all of that, you just sighed and rolled your eyes, nodding on the door of your car.

It was starting to rain heavily and you were thankful that you packed your raincoat.

[jjpmoans]

About Me! 🍗

Tagged by @defnabeom​ to do this!

1. It’s your birthday! What did you ask for and did you receive it?

My birthday is usually quiet. Mom would probably forgot about it and I probably be crying lol. I don’t ask for anything because I won’t probably receive it.

2. What was the last song or album you listened to?

The last song is Every Moment of You by Sung Si Kyung. It’s on ost of My Love From The Star

3. What is your go to snack when you’re hungry or bored?

Anything inside the cabinet. But usually when I’m hungry I’ll eat rice and when I’m bored, I’ll eat unhealthy things.

4. What is your morning routine?

On weekdays I get to sleep in bcs mom is at work while on weekend mom is home so i need to get up early. Usually when I wake up I’ll either shower or do laundry!

5. What mythical/cryptid creature would you be?

Wizard

6. How do you interact with someone that you don’t like?

I normally avoid them but I have to, I’ll keep the conversation short

7. How do you define a toxic person?

Someone who thinks only their feeling matters

8. Have you ever been to a concert or fanmeet type of event? If not, would you want to?

Nope, I never went to one. If I can, I will!

9. Do you believe in astrology? Why or why not?

No not really. I enjoy astrology as it is, not really engaging with it. I only know I am a virgo with a few virgo traits. But the sun sign, the moon sign and everything? I don’t really know. Why? Firstly because I didn’t grow up with astrological facts and secondly, I just think that it’s just a name to your personality. Instead of saying I am an easy going person, you say I am a Virgo. Another name for that kind of personality because ah- it made sense. Something like that.

10. If you had only one sense (hearing, touch, sight, etc.), which would you want?

hearing i guess.

11. Who is your favorite celebrity or idol?

Firstly idols, as we all know, got7 and exo. I also adore bts jimin, and nct jaehyun. For actors, I am into Kim Min Jae. Then uh....idk i just adore a lot of people but those I mentioned are the top of the list.

12. If you could talk to your favorite celebrity(s) for a limited time, what would you tell them?

Promote my smut especially to jaebeom and jinyoung lmaooo kidding! I’d tell them that they are human too, they should be able to function as human. If they’re tired, take a break. If they’re sad, then cry. If they feel forced, tell them to stop. Fans are important but at the end of the day, this is their dream. And there is no other way you can enjoy your job if you don’t feel happy.

13. I’m taking you out on a date and it’s your choice. Where are we going and what are we going to do?

Feed me. That’s all.

14. Do you like sweet or savory foods?

Whichever suits my tastebuds. I eat sweet foods like confectioneries but I am also an Asian which....love savory foods. So in a nutshell, food.

15. Do you have any band merchandise or merchandise from any of your favorite artists? If so, what?

For now I only have albums-- wait I HAVE JINYOUNG PHOTOBOOK okay I can brag about that hehehehehhehe

16. 3 random facts!!

I sleep with mom, I hate sweating, I love chicken!

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I love answering lol. I am going to tag the same person sooo be patient with me dkskfns @jj-nyoung​ @wangtuanian​ @defwons​ @listlessmaenads​ @ayasmess​ @jinseunie​

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Rules: you can only repeat one artist and only one time, so we can all kind of spread new 🎶 to the people we tag. Try to listen to at least one of the songs people rec here.

tagged by @iiasha 💫 I actually listened to your face that emily rec’d bc she said it’s her all time fav and it’s honestly so amazing, pls listen to it.

1) one song you 💛 the first time you listened to and never got tired of?

dial tones - as it is , I first heard this song live and I think that’s the main reason why I fell in love with this song bc the energy from the concert hearing it live was wild but it’s a really amazing song. bop every time.

2) one song you 😭 every time you listen or makes you emotional?

shake it out - florence + the machine , it’s mainly bc I get very into singing this so it makes me emotional esp at “looking for heaven found the devil in me” .. tears

3) one song that always makes you happy/😁?

go your own way (feat. gucci mane) - cece segarra , lol ok listen this song is old and ?? idk I really love it and anytime I hear it I’m instantly in a good mood

4) one song that you would dedicate to your best friend and/or your family?

nlyf x neck deep - issues , would be to my younger sister bc we both love the original song and she’s like my best friend lol so I want her to never lose her flame

5) one song with a production (the sounds, the beat, the mood) you 😍?

by now - marianas trench , when I was looking at the questions I instantly knew the answer to this one. honestly, watch the mv. listen to the song. you won’t regret it.

6) one song with perfect, amazing, outstanding lyrics?

space/can’t see the end - seventeen , bet you guys were waiting to see how long it was until I was going to rec a svt song lol but for real the lyrics for this song are probably one of my favorites, they get so candid about their feelings and everyone should go look at the translations if you haven’t bc this song is so beautiful.

7) one song that you would recommend to anyone?

middle of the night - monsta x , bc they have the range !! lmao no , well they do but this song is so good it’d appeal to those who like and don’t like kpop. win/win situation

8) one song you don’t understand why you like so much but you do anyway?

first car - goat , I really can’t explain lol it’s one of those songs that you hear one time and it’s stuck in your head so you have to listen to it again and well you just end up downloading it lmao

9) one song that you think people, in general, wouldn’t like but you do?

hm, this one is hard. maybe , and not really bc I think ppl will hate it but bc they might not know it she said, I said (time we let go) - nlt , but ya check out this song ! it’s p sad (n kinda rude lol) also if u ever watched glee it had the guy who played artie in this group

10) one song people normally like and you don’t like or hate?

really if it plays on the radio every other song, chances are that I hate it. everyone’s entitled to their own music taste but some are trash lol

11) one song you would call a masterpiece?

losing myself - state champs , if you followed me for awhile and seen my other song recs you know I love state champs. give this song and band a listen, they have amazing songs. esp this one

12) one song you recently (last 30 days max) discovered and really liked it?

it kills me (feat. keshi) - demxntia , I recently got into keshi so I found this song and I’m in love with it, I love the way both of their voices mix

13) one song you listen to to get pumped like you wanna tear down the fucking government or something?

lol there’s a lot I could name but one that comes to mind is thank you - mkto , it actually is about how the government and boomers fucked us over but still try to tell us how to live our life, highly recommend

tagging; @irenerei @parkims @sleepyljihoon @goldenfilmcult @wingserayoongi @ppangdulce

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This took SO LONG thanks @natthisback

1: Name Madison

2: Age 21

3: 3 fears spiders, not becoming a doctor, becoming like my parents

4: 3 things i love marvel movies, my blanket (whoops), and scrunchies

5: 4 turn ons compliment me, be chivalrous, (idk if this means sex turn on too or not but) moaning my n- ANYWHO uh and the last one definitely like showing you want me

6: 4 turn offs someone who only talks about themselves, being like wishy washy, being arrogant/cocky, complaining about the same things

7: my best friend that would be shea @cloversofshea

8: sexual orientation lesbian

9: my best first date okay SO this like isn’t a first date but it was my first like nicer dinner date so I’m gonna count it. It was just this past weekend actually and i just i loved it so much it was amazing

10: how tall am i 5’2

11: what do i miss honestly, feeling like i was good at things

12: what time were i born 11:14am

13: favorite color purple, although it’s slowly been turning to like a baby light pink

14: do i have a crush yes yes i do and i likes her a lot

15: favorite quote “Truth is a matter of circumstance. It’s not all things to all people all the time. And neither am I.”

16: favorite place Chicago or New York City

17: favorite food SALMON

18: do i use sarcasm yes, but i feel like i don’t use it as much as i used to

19: what am i listening to right now Christmas pop playlist on Spotify

20: first thing i notice in new person whether they only talk about themselves

21: shoe size 8 or 8.5

22: eye color blue

23: hair color right now, it’s a brown that goes to blond at my ends

24: favorite style of clothing so if this means like fav style to wear daily, definitely athleisure. If it means in general, i love love love preppy looks? But not super preppy.

25: ever done a prank call? Absolutely, many times

27: meaning behind my url i explain this in my about me page (linked in bio!)

28: favorite movie captain America winter soldier

29: favorite song i don’t really have favorite songs but rn it’s prob December night by Michael buble

30: favorite band i don’t really have fav bands

31: how i feel right now it’s really hot in here, so warm. I feel okay

32: someone i love i love lots of people but ill stick with @cloversofshea

33: my current relationship status I’ve answered this so many times literally just look at the ask game tag

34: my relationship with my parents um yikes

35: favorite holiday Halloween

36: tattoos and piercing i have i have 6 tattoos! “Breathe” on my right inner ankle, a heart on left shoulder, heart w equal sign in it behind right ear, basically an ecg on my left inner ankle, Aquarius symbol on right bicep, and caws 5749 on my left side. And my ears are pierced.

37: tattoos and piercing i want definitely the black widow symbol in the same place Scarlett got her og6 tattoo, an amino acid tattoo that spells out “wah” , definitely more little tattoos! And maybe more ear piercings idk

38: the reason i joined tumblr so, I’ve had a tumblr for many many years. I originally joined bc my best friends at the time had them, and i was like sure! Ive deleted that personal blog since, and started my new personal blog a few years ago. I also have a studyblr that i started i think back in high school, and i just started this blog back in the end of July!

39: do i and my last ex hate each other no, I’d say far from it bc i likes her a lot

40: do i ever get “good morning” or “good night” texts yes from her and i fucking love it, it used to be a bigger thing almost every day and i loved it

41: have i ever kissed the last person i texted lmao no and for those who were wondering it is @cloversofshea

42: when did i last hold hands LMAO WITH @michelinaamour WHEN I WAS STUMBLING HOME DRUNK IN HIGH HEELS

43: how long does it take me to get ready in the morning it depends, anywhere from ten minutes to an hour and a half

44: have you shaved your legs in the past three days no! I am super lucky and have really light colored hairs on my legs and so i dont’ have to shave very often. Also i just want to say that i personally love shaving my legs and it is my choice to do so.. girls, you do not need to shave!!

45: where am i right now so i started answering this in the research lab, but i am currently sitting at one of the dining places on campus finishing it

46: if i were drunk and can’t stand, who’s taking care of me LMAO DEFINITELY @michelinaamour because she’s done it ALREADY FOR ME MULTIPLE TIMES

47: do i like my music loud or at a reasonable level it depends, in car trips, definitely blast it. But just driving around or listening in doors, definitely reasonable level

48: do i live with my mom and dad nope i live with @michelinaamour

49: am i excited for anything yes, I’m excited for lots of things. I get excited easily

50: do i have someone of the opposite sex i can tell everything to no. I used to

51: how often do i wear a fake smile this is a really interesting question. I don’t consider smiles i give to random people like ordering food or something to be fake, so i would say fake smiles are when I’m not okay and trying to hide it. Which happens less often now bc I’m just much happier of a person

52: when was the last time i hugged someone I think it was @michelinaamour two days ago but i think i hugged @cloversofshea that day too so

53: what if the last person i kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me I’d be heartbroken tbh

54: is there anyone i trust even though i should not yes, certain adults in my life

55: what is something i disliked about today my hair won’t do what i want it to :(

56: if i could meet anyone on this earth who would it be probably Chris Evans or Scarlett Johansson

57: what do i think about the most tumblr and everything with that, or probably her or school stuff definitely

58: what’s my strangest talent i don’t think i have any lol

59: do i have any strange phobias yes definitely haha, I’m terrified of stepping on worms

60: do i prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it i think a few years ago i would have said behind, but honestly I think I’d love to be in front of the camera now

61: what was the last lie i told i actually don’t know. Maybe this past weekend as to like the fact that i was going out on a date instead of just going out with a friend

62: do i prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online I’d say talking on the phone bc then they cant’ see me lmao

63: do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Yes and yes

64: do i believe in magic? Yes, or at least, that’s what i tell myself

65: do i believe in luck yes

66: what’s the weather like right now snowy!

67: what was the last book I’ve ever read The Butchering Art, it’s about the history of surgery

68: do i like the smell of gasoline omg yes yes yes yes yes yes

69: do i have any nicknames yes, madz, madi, girl who lives by the kitchen, queen (a new one) and clown (also a new one) thanks @natthisback

70: what was the worst injury I’ve ever had back in freshman year of college, i did something stupid and my foot swelled up like hell and hurt so bad. There were no fractures detected but the swelling stayed for a really long time, as well as the bruising and pain, and it never returned to normal

71: do i spent my money or save it SPEND IT BABY

72: can i touch my nose w my tongue no I’m not that talented

73: is there anything pink in 10 ft from me. Hmm part of my backpack? And my rings are pinkish bc they are rose gold. Oh and my scrunchie is pink, as well as my iPad

74: favorite animal cat

75: what was i doing last night at 12am i was still at work In the emergency room!

76: what do i think satan’s last name is uh honestly Jim lmao (it’s demons Jim! @cloversofshea )

77: what’s a song that always makes me happy when i hear it so good by dove Cameron

78: how can you win my heart suggest we watch a marvel movie, and I’m prob straight up in love. There are other things too but they’re pretty general, like compliment me, show you want me ya know

79: what would i want to be written on my tombstone haha, as a joke, “so realy its very thing. Just to keep everyone guessing.” But idk something funny

80: what is my favorite word i have no idea, maybe like sophisticated or something like that or aesthetic , champagne is a good one too

81: my top 5 blogs on tumblr ooh! Okay so @markiplier @lesbian-deadpool @americasass-romanoff @lesbianmariahilll @shining-rey-of-sunshine but i love so so so so so many more, and i have a lot of top blogs

82: if the whole world were listening to me right now what would i say fuck trump also I’m gay as hell and I’m growing tired of hiding it from people

83: do i have any relatives in jail not that i know of

84: i accidentally eat some radioactive vegatables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super power of my choice! What is that power lmao this question is great. Prob same powers as Wanda

85: what would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on any weird fetis- JUST KIDDING. Do you still think about them?

86: what is my current desktop picture so on my laptop, it’s fall flowers. But since that’s broken af, i use my iPad and that background is one of the apple ones. It’s just a beach idk why but I’ve never changed it

87: had sex WHY IS THIS IN EVERY SINGLE ASK GAME WTF

88: bought condoms nope i am gay as hell bye

89: gotten pregnant nope i am gay as hell bye

90: failed a class nope, definitely come close though

91: kissed a boy yes

92: kissed a girl yes

93: have i ever kissed somebody in th rain honestly, probably at some point, but I’ve never had one of those romantic kisses in the rain. I really really want to though and i think about it a lot

94: had job yeah, I’ve had three true jobs

95: left the house without my wallet probably

96: bullied someone on the internet no bc I’m not a fucking douche

97: had sex in public not yet

98: played on a sports team yeah, played softball and basketball in middle school

99: smoked weed yeah, but i didn’t get high

100: did drugs nope

101: smoked cigarettes nope, i think i asked drunk once if i could smoke, but my friend was like “really?” And i was like uhhhhhh just kidding haha

102: drank alcohol lmao i drink fucking all the time i mean. I literally have drunk writing nights , I’m drinking tonight too

103: am i a vegetarian/vegan i was a vegetarian for a while, and then an aspiring vegan, and then vegetarian, and then pescatarian now!

104: been overweight no

105: been underweight yes

106: been to a wedding yeah, but like not for a long time. I was like 4 and the flower girl. Oh WAIT. Does playing a wedding count? I played cello at a wedding so i was there???

107: been on the computer for 5 hours straight hell yeah, how would i function not doing this with class and relaxing

108: watched tv for 5 hours straight lmao definitely

109: been outside my home country yeah

110: gotten my heart broken yeah

111: been to a professional sports game yeah. I don’t really do sports though , so when i go it’s usually in suites and I’m just there for the food

112: broken a bone nope!

113: cut myself this is...a. Really deep question but bc i want to be able to speak about mental health on here, the answer is yes.

114: been to prom yes! I went to my junior and senior proms!

115: been in airplane too many times

116: fly by helicopter no, I’m not sure if i want to do this or not

117: what concerts have i been to I’ve been to lots. So first off, I’ve been to hundreds of classical concerts (and performed in them). As for pop, Bruno mars twice, maroon five like three times. Selena Gomez. Josh groban. American authors. Definitely others that i don’t remember

118: had a crush on someone of the same sex yes I’m fucking gay

119: learned another language so if this means fluent, no. I took a decent amount of French and am learning Russian right now!

120: wore make up absolutely. When i choose to wear makeup, its because i fuckign love makeup haha. Most days I’m lazy though and like to let my skin breathe and be natural

121: lost my virginity before I was 18 no

122: had oral sex yeah

123: dyed my hair many times

124: voted in a presidential election okay i think so but honestly can’t remember. But I’m pretty sure i did.

125: rode in an ambulance no and i never want to.

126: had a surgery no and i never want to haha. Well i cant say that. Depending on how my life plays out, I might freeze my eggs or something.

127: met someone famous yes, several I think, but probably Henry winkler was the one I remember most.

128: stalked someone on a social network yeah

129: peed outside nope don’t think so and definitely don’t want to

130: been fishing yes I have been ice fishing and regular fishing

131: helped w charity i have!

132: been rejected by a crush I’ve been not liked back but i don’t think I’ve ever made like a move on a crush and been rejected

133: broken a mirror ooh i don’t think i have actually

134: what do i want for birthday nothing bc i dont’ like my bday

[enbyboiwonder]

Tagged by @frozenmemories1987

So I don’t really understand how this one works, so I’m just gonna answer all the questions and number them consecutively. Upfront I’m gonna say that I’m not tagging anyone, but as always, if you wish to do it, consider yourself tagged. Also, this is going under a read more. Save the thumbs of any mobile users

01. What was the last movie you watched in theaters?

It’s been months, so I can’t remember, sorry

02. What’s your favorite game to play?

Currently it’s Dragon Quest Monsters: Joker 2. I hadn’t played it since I got it (and beat it all in one go), and I forgot just how much I love this game. It’s like Pokémon meets Dragon Quest, and it’s amazing. On the one hand, making a team entirely of dragons might be a bad idea, but on the other hand, I freaking love dragons. I should probably synth one with a healing skillset if I’m gonna do that - possibly Cure-all since that’s got Multiheal. My current party is a Lv 20 great argon lizard named Rory, a Lv 24 slime stack with Cure-all named Sticker, and a Lv 19 aquestrian gladiator with Huntsman named Mizuno. When I leave them to their own devices, Mizuno really loves using Penny Pincher, which tbh I cannot fault him for - normal damage plus the chance to pinch a few gold coins? Heck yes. At least he’s got 44 MP, so I haven’t had to change his tactics to “Don’t Use Magic” yet (the skill costs 2 MP)

03. Chocolate or vanilla?

Chocolate

04. What’s the last show you binge-watched?

NUMB3RS (though I’m still working on that one)

05. Do you have any pets?

No

06. What’s your favorite fairy tale?

I dunno. I don’t actually read very many fairy tales

07. Who’s your favorite superhero?

Superhero stuff doesn’t normally appeal to me, but I do like Cisco Ramon/Vibe and Ray Palmer/The Atom from CW’s Arrowverse

08. Who’s your favorite Disney princess?

Erm, Rapunzel, I guess?

09. Where’s the first place you’re going to go after social distancing is over?

I know I’m gonna hang out with my friend like we were planning to before this started, but as for where... probably Barnes & Noble since that’s where we usually go, but who knows (I say, knowing full well that neither of us know where to go, and we go to HPB when we’re specifically looking for a book but default to B&N bc of the café and seating area)

10. Cookies or cake?

Cookies

11. What show could you watch over and over?

Monk, CSI, and Psych, to name a few

12. Favorite song lyric?

See, I have to believe that there’s more than this seems More than a soul in a boat in a sea of sinking dreams And I have to be sure that there’s gonna be a cure ‘Cause, somewhere down the line, I lost that part of me that’s pure

 - Where We Belong by Thriving Ivory

13. Favorite season of your favorite TV show?

S14 of CSI, probably

14. What never fails to make you smile/happy?

Seeing I’ve got a comment on AO3

15. How are you doing with all that’s going on in the world (coronavirus, having to do social distancing, etc.)?

My lifestyle hasn’t changed at all, though for some reason I’ve actually been getting way more crocheting and video-gaming done than usual (at the expense, of course, of less reading and writing and TV-watching. Unfortunately). But we have lost business at the doughnut shop so I haven’t been working as many days - usually I work Monday and Friday - which, on the one hand, less money, but on the other hand, I’ve gotten more rest so my bruised ribs (from coughing; I had strep about a month and a half ago, and that always leaves me with a cough for a while, though it’s never been this bad before) are mostly healed now

16. We all love new music to listen to. Name an artist that is underrated/you think people should check out:

Thriving Ivory/Midnight Cinema (same band, different songwriters; Thriving Ivory is more piano-driven and leans more toward alt/alt-rock, while Midnight Cinema is more pop)

17. TV shows or movies?

TV shows

18. Favorite holiday?

Halloween

19. A song that describes you:

I’ve always related to Some Kind of Home by Thriving Ivory

20. Describe your tumblr in three words:

“hella queer animal-lover” idk

21. What’s your favorite hobby?

It depends on my mood, but rn it’s crocheting!

22. What’s your favorite book and/or a really good book you’ve read recently?

CSI: Miami: Cut and Run by Donn Cortez is amazing. I read it back in January and then reread it this month. Probably will be rereading it again before long tbh

Another really good one I’ve read recently is How Rory Thorne Destroyed the Multiverse by K. Eason. It just came out like six months ago, so the second one won’t be out any time soon, but I am ready for it when it does (more than ready, actually; I can’t wait)

23. What’s your favorite ship that will never happen (or hasn’t happened yet)?

I really wish they had done something with Greg/Hodges. I mean, they had the perfect setup for it in 11.07 Bump and Grind, what with their “man-dates” (that never get mentioned again)!! Their man-dates become a regular thing that they do like every week or whatever, eventually they realize that they’re actual dates and have been for a while and they start consciously dating. Maybe Greg already knows he’s bi and is totally cool with it, maybe David’s been repressed and realizes that, oh, that’s why something’s always seemed like it was missing when he tried dating before: he’s gay.

Unsurprisingly, I have a few 11.07 fics in my WIPs

(But also, considering CSI’s track record with respecting queer people [poor], I’m kinda glad they didn’t. Woulda been nice, though, long as they'da done it right)

A ship that I’m really hoping will happen is Penelope and Schneider from One Day at a Time. I love them so much

24. If you could spend the day with any living celebrity, who would it be?

I would rather meet a celebrity in passing than spend a day with them. I am far too awkward and anxious, and I’m afraid it would not be an enjoyable experience for either of us

25. The best worst movie you’ve ever seen - a movie that you know objectively is trash but you can’t help but really enjoy it:

I don’t think I have any like this

26. When you read, do you prefer an eReader or an actual, physical book?

Paper books all the way, baby

27. Favorite movie?

Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home, probably

28. What does a normal day look like for you?

I stay in bed reading or playing games on my phone (or, more recently, on my DS) for as long as possible, dick around on here for a while whilst also trying to get at least some SwagBucks in another window, try not to forget to eat lunch, play the free money apps I have on my phone while either listening to music on my laptop or watching shows either on my laptop or the TV, try not to forget to eat dinner, watch some more TV or get some reading or gaming in, try not to stay up too late, take over an hour to fall asleep, maybe if I’m lucky get some writing done at some point during any of this (and if I’m really lucky it won’t be while I’m trying to sleep, but usually it is, damn brain)

29. Have you ever watched a show/movie for one character? If so, who?

Normally when I watch something specifically for someone, it’s for an actor I like, but I started watching CW’s The Flash specifically for Cisco Ramon (well, and Harry Wells and their relationship, but mostly Cisco) and Legends of Tomorrow specifically for Ray Palmer, whom I fell in love with in his ep on The Flash lol

30. What is your ultimate concert (musicians/bands from any period, alive or dead)?

I don’t go to concerts (they seem like they’d be very overwhelming), so, none, I guess

31. Book that you were forced to read in school that you hated the most:

God, I fucking hated To Kill a Mockingbird. Actually, I think the only one I actually liked was The Importance of Being Earnest

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get to know me tag

I was tagged by @peachiiesims! Thanks for the tag! Haven’t done one of these in a while, lmao. Forewarning: I’m pretty boring and indesisive. 

1. Dogs or Cats? I love cats, but I’m allergic so I’ve only ever had dogs. So, dogs! But I like the idea of both equally. 

2. YouTube celebrities or normal celebrities? Youtube, I guess? I’m not a big celebrity person but I guess I care more about how Dan and Phil are doing than like, Katy Perry or something. But like, if by youtube celebrities you mean like, idk James Charles or something then they’re honestly rated the same as regular celebrities in that I couldn’t care less about them or their personal lives. 

3. If you could live anywhere where would that be? A beach house somewhere with good weather and warm waters. So, Hawaii I guess? But I’ve never been so I can’t say for sure if I’d want to live there, esp with how expensive and tourist filled it is. 

4. Disney or DreamWorks? Disney, bc I grew up on those movies and watching the disney channel and going to disneyland. 

5. Favorite childhood TV show? As a little little baby kid, Blues Clues. Then Powerpuff Girls, Kim Possible, and ATLA as I got progressively older. 

6. The movie you’re looking forward to most in 2020? I honestly didn’t remember what movies were coming out in 2020, and had to look it up lmao. Uh, the Harley Quinn movie looks fun and my fingers are crossed that they won’t ruin Artemis Fowl, but my hopes aren’t high.  

7. Favorite book you read in 2019? Didn’t get to read many books, mostly fanfic, so I guess my re-read of Good Omens. 

8. Marvel or DC? I prefer marvel movies to DC, but prefer DC characters and comics. 

9. If you choose Marvel favorite member of the X-Men? If you choose DC favorite Justice League member? Nightcrawler and Batman, respectively. 

10. Night or Day? Both? I love certain aspects of each too much, and when I see more of one than the other I either get sad or less productive, lol. So I gotta have both in balance. In terms of Aesthetic(tm) though, night. Both for the starry sky and the hazy soft glow of the moon just barely making dark trees and unlit houses visible, and for the bright neon lights that illuminate the streets and set cities aglow with life and color. 

11. Favorite Pokémon? Absol! Though I have a soft spot for most Dark and Ghost types like the former wanna-be emo I was. Also Snivy, who was my first ever starter bc I got into the games later than the anime, lol. 

12. Top 5 bands: I’m not a huge band person, I mostly just pick out like, what songs I like. Fall Out Boy is probably my favorite, though? But I can’t really like, pick anything after that. A lot of pop punk and clasic rock bands.  

13. Top 10 books: Uh, Harry Potter Series, The Bartimaeus Sequence, The Complete works of Sherlock Holmes, Watership Down, Discworld series, Gemma Doyle Trilogy. And a lot more. But I haven’t read many books in a while, it’s been mostly fanfic so a lot of the books I love are from highschool or my childhood, lol. 

14. Top 4 movies: Uhhhhh, Inception, Gaurdians of the Galaxy, Howls Moving Castle, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. 

15. America or Europe? America, but I’ve never been to Europe so I guess I can’t say for sure. I like the weather where I live, real lemonade, and weather in Fahrenheit rather than Celsius, lmao.  

16. Tumblr or Twitter? Tumblr. I understand it better and I like how versatile it is. 

17. Pro-choice or Pro-life?  Pro-choice, but I don’t really want to get into politics on my fun sims account bc I like to keep things separate and real life is where I put my political ideas and discussion, not here.  . 

18. Favorite YouTuber: Uhhh, idk, I love watching a lot of different people, but  I guess Prozd? His skits are funny, he makes good board game reviews, and I love his lets’s play channel he runs with his friend Mankey and especially their Ace Attorney series. They just started AAI1 a bit ago and I’m so hyped for it!  

19. Favorite author? I know she’s been kinda annoying lately and idk how I feel about her right now, but JK Rowling literally shaped who I am as a person. Harry Potter has had such a strong impact on my life. And will always be my favorite book series. 

20. Tea or coffee? I don’t really like either, but I guess I’ve had more (incredibly milky) coffee in my life. Unless iced tea counts. 

21. OTP? I read fic more for plot than romance, but I guess the most major ships I care about that I’ve read in my life, in no particular order, are: Tododeku, Drarry, Zutara, Victor/Yuuri. Like, I ship a lot of things (a whole lot, lmao) but I’ve never really had a full on ‘it’s only this couple for me, no other fandom ship compares’ OTP. 

22. Do you play an instrument/sing? I like singing for fun! But never like, learned how to do it properly outside of a bit of musical theater as a kid. I tried learning the clarinet but wasn’t having fun. I would love to try and learn the piano again, someday, though! 

I tag, uhh, @simmancy @anastacialove @simbience @pixlmonster if you want to do this, do it! If not, then don’t though, lmao. Or if you’ve already done it. And any of my other followers who want to, consider yourself tagged and do this! 

[timetrickster]

Aloha Oe X Edith Nox Crossover: THE FINAL EPISODE. Episode 13: The Final Battle Part 2

Here it is, the finale. So a couple of words, I loved doing this crossover. I loved having the pleasure of working with @cometworks who created this fantastical WIP called Edith Nox. She gave me the creative freedom of doing this and loved every second of each episode. I’m glad I got to do this and I’m open to doing crossovers bc it’s fun.

TAG: @thelysstener @coloursintheblur

FADE IN:

INT. TEMPLE OF FATES. NIGHT.

Previously…

The Final Battle for this world had begun. NEYDOLYA & her Malevolents and her army of Shadow Cats had charged the town of Abricot. As well as the release of the new Black Beast, SIMARGL. The heroes of this world and a hero of another have banded together to stop this threat. Now… back to the show!

The Sisters reunite… not in the way you hope but in horror of each other’s sight. CLEMENTINE stood in front of MISTRAL aka VIOLET her sister in a monster form. MISTRAL looks at JUSTIN whose face was hidden in the shadows and shame.

MISTRAL

You… you brought her into this!

JUSTIN

I did.

She stands as she gets more aggressive toward JUSTIN.

MISTRAL

WHY?! (She screams)

JUSTIN

Because she is the only other person that you love. Your own sister.

He never raised his voice, that was the most heartbreaking thing. Looking at someone you loved in shame and silent anger and disappointment. MISTRAL sensed that feeling from the eyes of the alien boy she tried to frighten. MISTRAL backs off slowly from her aggression and looks to CLEMENTINE. Both sisters felt the tug of heartstrings while JUSTIN only could look with that feeling of gloom with no tears.

CLEMENTINE

Please. You have to stop Vi. This isn’t you.

MISTRAL hides behind her hands, hiding the tears of sadness from everyone. CLEMENTINE slowly walks toward her and simply hugged her. MISTRAL couldn’t help but cry, and repeatedly saying the word “Sorry”. She turns to EDITH, the girl she loves and crawls to her. Holding her face as the tears run down her face.

MISTRAL

I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I love you too Edith. Please forgive me.

She was unconscious but in her arms, she would easily wake up and she does so.

EDITH

Of course, I forgive you. I will always love you.

MISTRAL kisses EDITH and well… you know this moment. True Love’s Kiss. As lips locked, their hearts glowed as a wave of wind was sent out. The snowy MISTRAL melts away and returns the human VIOLET back to her normal self. They release from their kiss and press against each other’s forehead.

EDITH (cont’d)

Don’t you ever sacrifice yourself for me again. (She laughs)

Despite the tears in her eyes, VIOLET laughs too.

VIOLET

I promise I won’t.

EDITH

I know that’s a lie because you love me.

VIOLET

Yeah, I do. (She smiles and laughs and kisses Edith’s face)

JUSTIN & CLEMENTINE stand on the sidelines watching the two reconcile and being all lovey-dovey. CLEMENTINE stands next to JUSTIN and smiles.

CLEMENTINE

Thank you.

JUSTIN

Pleasure is all mine. (He slightly smiles) I couldn’t stand not seeing those two happy.

CLEMENTINE kisses JUSTIN on the cheek, which made him blush a little.

CLEMENTINE

You’re an angel.

His slight smile becomes a full smile.

JUSTIN

Thank you.

CLEMENTINE

Let’s go kick some ass!

JUSTIN

Hell yeah!

The four heroes return to the Castle Grounds and see the battle still going on. UMI still fought the crystal version of her daughter. ADE fights valiantly against the ever elusive VODNIK. The Royal Army still stood against the Shadow Cat Army. The Princess Sisters rush in to save their father.

Giving a punch of fire and ice to VODNIK knocking him down. They both turn to ADE who becomes shocked that both his lost girls have returned.

ADE

Clem? Violet?

With no words needed, he hugs both daughters in joy as they returned. VODNIK rises from his gut punch from the two Princesses. His hammer in hand, he wields it one more. ADE summons his fire fists, VIOLET makes an ice sword, and CLEMENTINE summons a sword forged from fire, a sword blessed by the Fates. The family of royals charge at the frogman together.

EDITH rushes in with her sword and swings it for the first time ever. Breaking SOLITAIRE’S right arm falling off. EDITH activates the light shield and pushes her backward. She throws the sword at SOLITAIRE which stabs into her crystal torso. Cracks began to grow and grow until specific pieces begin to fall off. EDITH turns to her mother and she has tears of joy.

UMI

My baby Sprout can fight! (She hugs her tightly)

SOLITAIRE’S upper body drags herself toward EDITH & UMI. She raises her arm with a sharp crystal shard from her broken body. She is about to slash but JUSTIN fires his laser pistol which finally destroys her. They both turned him as he holds his pistol pointing up.

JUSTIN

You’re welcome.

The howl of the new Black Beast is heard once more. The fight stops when heard and the SIMARGL lands at the Castle entrance destroying the gate. As well as any soldiers lying around. NEYDOLYA appears before them angry as ever.

NEYDOLYA

You humans… all you ever do is fight and cause war. When I destroy your gods, this world we’ll be recreated the way I want it! (She turns to Simargl) KILL THEM!

SIMARGL reaches his enormous wings of night and leaps into the air. He hovers over the Castle, ready to fire breath of frosty winds. EDITH & CLEMENTINE with their Swords of Fates in hand they point JUSTIN realizing they won’t survive this and pulls out the tattoo.

JUSTIN

Edith, please forgive me.

Before he could do anything, SIMARGL unleashes his frost breath onto the Castle. Leaving endless trails of shards on the ground. Soldiers ran for their lives as well as our heroes and their allies. To escape something that was inescapable. JUSTIN & EDITH end up together behind a wall. Noticing the tattoo she finally says something.

EDITH

You made a deal, didn’t you?

JUSTIN

I did…

EDITH

Why?! Why would you ever make a deal with them?!

JUSTIN

For you… I’ve made deals with Gods before and sometimes there is always a chance! And the only thing that this deal gave me gives us the best chance to beat Neydolya or the Black Beast.

EDITH grabs onto JUSTIN’S right hand.

EDITH

You’re not doing this alone.

JUSTIN squeezes both his hand and EDITH’S as the tattoo begins to glow. Their eyes too glow ever so brightly. Their consciousness is sent into the Realm Of The Fates. But there were no Fates just the galaxy and the two of them in simple silence

JUSTIN

What do we do?!

EDITH

We make something! Because that’s who the Fates are! They create! Let’s create something that could fight the Beast!

JUSTIN

That’s perfect!

EDITH

What if doesn’t work?! You really think this could work?!

JUSTIN

I’m with the greatest person I know in this universe. I know it will.

EDITH smiles.

CUT TO:

EXT. CASTLE GROUNDS. NIGHT

EDITH & JUSTIN awaken in the real world and the tattoo glows, the two hold hands and use the power of Fates. Suddenly a being is formed from the given power. The glows from the tattoo jumps out of the tattoo and forms a new being.

EDITH

I hope he’s as I imagined.

The being is finally formed and it turns out to be, EDITH’S imaginary friend, BERRY.

BERRY

Edith?! (He looks at his hands and feels his surroundings) I’m real?!

EDITH rushes toward her former imaginary friend and hugs him.

EDITH

You’re real now!

He accepts the hug gladly and smiles.

BERRY

I’m glad that you brought me to life.

EDITH

I am too.

The three of them steps out of the wall cover and EDITH yells at the new Black Beast.

EDITH

STOP! (She puts both hands up) You don’t have to do this!

SIMARGL was confused by that statement at first but his Mistress yells at him.

NEYDOLYA

Do not listen to this child!

SIMARGL blasts another breath of frost, specifically aimed at EDITH. BERRY steps in and turns his arm into a wooden shield. His wooden shield was simply frozen from the attack. He shakes it off and becomes

UMI steps into the conversation.

UMI

Sprout?!

She turns her head as well as BERRY.

EDITH

What?

UMI

You brought Berry, the Chipper Dryad? The imaginary friend you played with as a child?!

EDITH

I never told you this… but he’s not just any dryad. (She turns to Berry) He’s King of the Dryads!

He nods and turns into his true dryad form but he grows into the giant Dryad King  he truly is. The same size as SIMARGL. It shocks everyone around as the dryad grew humongous in size.

JUSTIN

Enoch! Why don’t you help out?!

ENOCH

My pleasure, Captain!

The Eternity activities and flies next to BERRY. This battle needed a Giant Monster Battle. BERRY rushes at SIMARGL which he reacts to flying into the air. ENOCH follows trying to fire what she could without hitting BERRY. This was the last straw, NEYDOLYA finally had enough of all the obstacles humanity put in her way.

She uses her powers to control every being within this universe. The only ones unaffected were EDITH, CLEMENTINE, & JUSTIN having shared the power of Fates. EDITH & CLEMENTINE with their Sword of Fates and their statuses as Savior. JUSTIN with his deal with the Fates. NEYDOLYA makes her way to the Temple Of Fates.

CLEMENTINE

Go! Stop her!

The two heroes follow her, rushing after her. NEYDOLYA charges up a ball of energy and attempts to destroy the statues of the Fates. JUSTIN freezes time which stops her for the moment. EDITH rushes in and calls out to the Fates. NEYDOLYA suddenly shifts within the time freeze and she slowly moves throughout.

The three beings are thrown into the Realm Of The Fates. The galaxy was red bloody rage as the Fates were angered by her presence. NEYDOLYA fires magic blasts at JUSTIN knocking him out and she turns to her sister in her new forms.

NEYDOLYA

Hello sister!

She charges her magic blast and the Fates did too as well. EDITH steps in and stops before they fired their magic blasts.

EDITH

Stop! All of you stop!

NEYDOLYA

GET OUT OF THE WAY CHILD!

CAT

Edith listen to us! Don’t interfere!

EDITH

No! Please listen to me!

NEYDOLYA pushes her out of the way and all Fates begin their fight. As their soar throughout the galaxy of the realm. Firing at one another. Their battle was so devastating that the world they created began to rupture and quake from all fighting. In that very moment, all EDITH could do was watch as her Gods and their former sister fight.

She cries and is on her knees seeing and feeling the anger of the four gods. As well as the cries of her loved ones. With her two friends knocked out. She can only whimper and talk to herself.

EDITH (cont’d)

What do I do? (She cries and repeats)

CAT, OWL, & FOX become one all of a sudden, they reform DOLYA. As the lost sister returns to her true self. NEYDOLYA couldn’t help but smile with glee. The anger of the galaxy around them started to ooze this infectious black veins. Before you know it, DOLYA chokes her sister against a pillar of the gazebo. EDITH stares in horror as her magic reveals that DOLYA had grown remnants of the Black Beast. As she sees the face of CAT in their Black Beast form. Then OWL in theirs and FOX as well. It appears as masks on her face, CAT in front of DOLYA’S face, OWL on the right side of her head and FOX on the left side.

EDITH

What do I do?! (She whimpers and mutters the words in tears)

MONTAGE:

Whilst this goes on…

The Giant Battle between SIMARGL V. BERRY & ENOCH fights on. Despite the stature and status as King Of The Dryads. BERRY tries to hold his own and most of his wooden body is ripped by chunks. The winged beat being the opposite culprit for his wounds. The Eternity was in bad shape as well. Dents some created scars on the ship’s exterior.

Neither side could go on as the battle between the giants was endless.

VIOLET, CLEMENTINE, & ADE, daughters, and father fight valiantly as Shadow Cat Soldiers. Swords were swung and flaming fists were thrown.

NOEMI, ARGENTO, & PERIWINKLE flies through the skies, swooping in and taking out the Shadow Cat Soldiers. ARGENTO fires necro blasts at the soldiers who leap for her. PERIWINKLE creates blasts of wind strong enough to make people fly. NOEMI despite having the bow and arrow, he uses the scythe he acquired from INGRAM, swinging and slashing.

Back to the Realm Of The Fates…

She realizes what she has to do. She looks towards JUSTIN and crawls to him quickly. He opens his right arm sleeve and still sees the tattoo on his arm. She places her hand and the tattoo appears on her arm. The deal will only be complete if NEYDOLYA is destroyed.

Taking on the tattoo, her face was full of grim but squeezes her hand. It glows and she closes her eyes.

EDITH (cont’d)

Give me the power of a God. (She murmured)

The tattoo grows brightly and it creates veins that excruciate pain. She falls to the ground, accepting this as her Fate… what began was the process. Her human skin magically disappeared and left diamond skin in its wake. She was similar to SOLITAIRE but she was human at her core. She rose up from the ground seeing her diamond skin from head to toe.

She rises to her feet and holds out her hands. She breathes in then out and tries to calm things down. Her magic sends out a wave of this colorful deep purple. Her hands transformed into amethyst the color of deep purples surges from her hands and veins into like cracks. Leaving some of her body a clear crystal diamond.

EDITH (cont’d)

You need to stop! Please! (Her voice echoed)

Her new God-like status had the power to change the galaxy around them. From crimson red of rage and blood to deep purple and sparks of white painted on by her very hands. The aura of her serenity had calmed the enraged God from their fighting.

EDITH (cont’d)

You need to stop fighting! All of you! If you do, you will destroy the world! Listen to me!

NEYDOLA & DOLYA do so following her commands. They all return to the gazebo as they gaze upon a new goddess in their presence. She brings her arms to the side with her hands still showing the aura of calmness. The aura’s color changes to a light blue… as blue as an earthly sky, it had surrounded the Gods. The amethyst hands became aquamarine, sky blue filled her hands as well as pure white cracks in her crystalline skin.

EDITH (cont’d)

We are going to talk this out! Because that’s how I’ll save you! No fighting… no violence.  

Both Goddess held an intimidating face but tears were in their eyes.

NEYDOLYA

She abandoned me.

DOLYA with CAT, OWL, & FOX’S faces reacts to that statement, as they were confused and the color of the galaxy changes. NEYDOLYA looks at CAT, OWL, & FOX full stare into their very beings.

NEYDOLYA (cont’d)

Sister… In the beginning, it was just you and me. We were family I loved you and I knew you loved me. Then we created this world… this beautiful world filled with humans. But when they acted out and when our differences got in the way… I was angry and upset. I thought revenge and destroying you would make me happy… but it… I was wrong. I just wanted my sister back…

DOLYA along with CAT, OWL, & FOX generate sadness as tears fall. The galaxies around them become the saddest blue you’ll ever see and feel. The two reconcile as a hug between both gods create a new surrounding. As the gazebo now resided in a garden atop a tree. Spring had sprung like no other. The galaxy skies stayed above and birds had nestled near the branches.

The two Gods look at EDITH in such gratitude as DOLYA raises her hand and pulls out the god-like essence out of her. The aura was shaped like a diamond.

DOLYA

Thank you, Edith.

EDITH simply nods and gives that slight smile. DOLYA reverts back to CAT, OWL, & FOX with CAT holding EDITH’S god essence in her shadowy hands.

CAT

Thank you again, Edith. Knowing you, I know you wouldn’t want this kind of responsibility. (She refers to the Diamond god essence)

She sends the diamond god essence to be locked away in a flower. Its petals were like any quartz you’d ever seen. Dark purple with cracks of green within it. It looked like a star…

EDITH

That’s my favorite flower, Comet…

CAT

In honor of you my dear. The Savior of her world.

OWL

You a hero you not want be. But hero to many and to us is what you’ll always be.

FOX

As much as I don’t like you… You did something I couldn’t possibly fathom. I’d simply congratulate you on this achievement… Congratulations, Edith.

EDITH smiled at FOX but despite their relationship. This was the first time he ever used her name. EDITH looks at JUSTIN a still unconscious.

EDITH

What deal did Justin make?

CAT

We give him the power to destroy Neydolya if he sacrifices the memories of him in this universe.

EDITH

Why would he do that?! Everyone just wants to play the sacrifice card for me! Please… don’t take it away, I don’t want to forget him.

CAT

The power given to him has creation itself within that tattoo. It allowed him unlimited use to destroy Neydolya. As well as share it with others for the same purpose. The deal is incomplete and with it broken, we must sacrifice the memories of him.

FOX

But one thing’s for sure.

OWL

Acts of kindness have there rewards.

EDITH closes her eyes from the erasure of memories. CAT snaps her shadowy hand and the tattoo having been returned to JUSTIN’S arm disappeared. She opens them after a few minutes have passed. They were still standing in front of her, smiling.

EDITH

Did you? (He looks at Justin still unconscious and smiles) You didn’t?

CAT

We did.

EDITH

Thank you.

CAT

Only you and the others will remember him. The memories will remain forever.

CAT nods, along with the other gods.

CAT (cont’d)

Sister, will you help us fix this world?

NEYDOLYA

It will be my pleasure.

The four gods rise to the sky and see a light hologram of their creation. The place their hands giving this healing light over the world. Meanwhile, in the real world, the Shadow Cat soldiers disappear into dust. Leaving the soldiers, ADE, VIOLET, NOEMI, ARGENTO, PERIWINKLE, & ARGENTO to cheer for winning the battle.

EDITH sits with JUSTIN as he slowly wakes up from the knockout.

SIMARGL reduces away as it was about to do a devastating strike on BERRY & ENOCH.

CUT TO:

INT. REALM OF THE FATES.

JUSTIN

What happened?

EDITH

Saved the world.

JUSTIN

(He smiles) Sounds good. Ow… this hurts. (He lies on his back)

EDITH laughs and leans on him which makes him groan in pain.

EDITH

Sorry.

JUSTIN

It’s okay. (He laughs off the pain)

CUT TO:

INT. CASTLE COURTYARD

A celebration was thrown in honor of the leading heroes of this fantastical story. EDITH, VIOLET & NOEMI awarded medals. As ARGENTO, PERIWINKLE, BERRY are in the crowd applauding. While JUSTIN & CLEMENTINE watch from the Eternity with glee.

CUT TO:

INT. EDITH’S HOME. AFTERNOON

A Few Days Later…

Like all stories, it was time to end. The Time Walker had dropped in the lives of these new and magical people. Having had the honor of meeting a savior of another universe. Well… his second time anyways. The heroes throw a private celebration for him.

EDITH, NOEMI, VIOLET, CLEMENTINE, ARGENTO, PERIWINKLE, ENOCH, & BERRY. Were all in attendance. They ate and sand and had fun. And Each got to say their last few words before leaving.

BERRY

The only time I ever met you was in Edith’s mind palace. Now, here I am. (He smiles)

JUSTIN

You protect her buddy. Promise me that.

BERRY

You got it.

PERIWINKLE

You were the best alien friend that any little girl could ask for. You’re fun and wild and I like you very very much.

ARGENTO

I also haven’t gotten to know you well but you’re a good man.

JUSTIN

You two, please take care of Noemi.

PERIWINKLE & ARGENTO

We will. (They smile and hug him)

NOEMI

You taught me to be more confident in myself and well… because of you. I have her and I’m stronger now and I can hold my own. Thank you. (He hugs him)

JUSTIN

Continue to grow Noemi promise me that. And take care of these two.

NOEMI simply nods.

VIOLET

Justin. You are the most complicated alien boy I ever met. But you have a good heart and the spirit of a hero and warrior. You came into our lives and here I am. With the most beautiful girl in my life and with an open heart. Thank you.

She hugs him and a slight sound of tears are heard.

JUSTIN

I’ll miss you.

It was now EDITH’S turn… and well saying goodbye to a friend is hard enough. Especially a friend from another universe and is an alien.

EDITH

Justin. You are amazing. Period… uh, because that’s what you are and that’s what you do. You travel and walk into people’s lives and bring amazement and adventure. I’m so glad that we were given that chance for you to do that with ours.

EDITH was balling and couldn’t go on. She just ran to him and immediately cried on his shoulder. JUSTIN pats her on the back and he sways her as if she were a baby.

JUSTIN

I will very much miss you, Edith. Hero of this wonderful universe.

He let’s go before stepping onto the cargo bay door with ENOCH & CLEMENTINE.

JUSTIN (cont’d)

I’m very bad with these speeches but uh… I’m gonna miss you all. Seeing you do magic and live your magical lives. Simply that. I will miss you all.

VIOLET has one last goodbye with sister, as tears were filled one last time.

VIOLET

I’m gonna miss you so much.

CLEMENTINE

Just remember, I’m never gone. I’ll always be with you and I will always love you.

JUSTIN nods and walks into The Eternity with ENOCH & CLEMENTINE.

Despite entering the Eternity flies away opening the portal to his home universe.

CUT TO:

INT. JUSTIN’S PRIVATE QUARTERS.

JUSTIN with a bag in hand puts it on the table. He opens it and pulls out the object from the bag. The reveal of the object was a plant, EDITH’S favorite plant, The Comet. Not just any Comet, the stamen of the flower was shaped like a diamond. One would even say it has this “Divine essence” to it. JUSTIN smiles then frowns a bit.

JUSTIN

I’m gonna miss you guys.

ENOCH (V.O)

Captain, we’ve arrived.

CUT TO:

EXT. EDITH’S GARDEN. AFTERNOON.

EDITH & BERRY are walking in her garden and talking.

BERRY

I still can’t believe I’m real now!

EDITH

I know! It’s gonna be amazing that you’re gonna be living with us. I hope you love the garden and take it as your home.

BERRY

I’ll love it! And I’ll always love you!

BERRY hugs her and she returns the hug as well.

EDITH

Oh! Since you’re going to be the guardian of my home. You will also house my legendary weapon.

She had unsheathed the Sword Of Fates and hands it to BERRY.

BERRY

I swear as your once imaginary friend. I will guard you, your friends and anyone you love with all my heart. As well as your sword.

EDITH

Thank you, Berry.

A final hug seals the promise. He walks over to where the Sword Of Fates was placed. He transforms into his dryad form and turns into the tree concealing the sword within. EDITH smiles then she walks back to her home, VIOLET is waiting for her on the couch.

VIOLET

Hey. You okay?

EDITH

Just a little sad. Justin’s back home and now we're back to our normal lives.

VIOLET

We live in a world full of magic, how is any of this normal? (She laughs)

EDITH

Like you said, he brought this amazement in our lives.

MONTAGE:

NOEMI is polishing the scythe he grabbed from INGRAM. As an heirloom as a reminder. He had books opened to pages of INGRAM reading about the distant relative. ARGENTO kisses him on the cheek before leaving to find more books on Necromancy. PERIWINKLE tugs on her big brother’s coat, to which he kneels and kisses her on the cheek.

She returns a kiss on his cheek and leaves for school. He smiles as his little sister left and goes back to reading.

CLEMENTINE was returned to the moment she was taken. They have a little chat before JUSTIN had to erase her memories of the event.

CLEMENTINE

Thank you.

JUSTIN

You’re welcome. For what exactly?

CLEMENTINE

For showing me that the future is… happy for Violet without me.

JUSTIN

I’m glad that you’re happy. But you know what I have to do.

CLEMENTINE

I know. To secure the future.

JUSTIN nods his head. He reaches into his long coat pocket and pulls out a device. It was this flashlight-like device was a clear glass light. CLEMENTINE waits for JUSTIN to erase her memories but he hesitates.

CLEMENTINE

You can’t do it, can you?

JUSTIN

I can’t. Knowing your future, I just… I can’t, I can’t do that to you.

She places her hand on his face, caresses it for a bit. Then puts it on the device’s trigger.

CLEMENTINE

It will be okay. I’ll be fine.

JUSTIN nods and then pulls the trigger, flashing a light into CLEMENTINE’S eyes. Her memories now erased, her eyes were closed from the flash and then opened. JUSTIN was already in the ship flying off before she could see him leave.

CAT, OWL, FOX, & NEYDOLYA are watching from their realm as the Gods they are. They smile over their created world and enjoy their family company. The Three Fates return to DOLYA for a bit.

DOLYA

I wonder what mother would think of us.

NEYDOLYA

She may be an Elder God, but I know she loves us.

They had a manifestation of a statue of her within the garden. She was a beautiful woman, as her statue held the flower, a Comet. The pedestal spoke her name, “COMET” it was the same as the flower. DOLYA reverts back to CAT, OWL, & FOX and does their job. NEYDOLYA smiles and watches over her sister do their jobs of watching over the world they created.

END OF MONTAGE

CUT TO:

INT. EDITH’S LIVING ROOM. AFTERNOON

VIOLET

He is an amazing person.

EDITH

He really is.

VIOLET

You think he’ll ever visit us again?

EDITH

I’d like to think so and if he does, I’ll be all too happy.

VIOLET

What do we do now, sweetie?

EDITH Let’s rest. After all that adventure, we never rested properly. Let’s just sleep.

VIOLET

YES! Please! Let’s sleep!

EDITH & VIOLET kiss and then cuddle up on the couch to sleep from all the adventure within the two months. She closes her eyes and smiles in VIOLET’S arm.

Meanwhile, JUSTIN is in his private quarters resting up. While ENOCH had taken over flying the ship home to his version of Earth.

The two heroes of their universes finally earned a good night's rest.

FADE TO BLACK

END OF EPISODE 13

END OF THE CROSSOVER 

[pmtexts]

Tic Tic Tok

⤑ Prompt: Everyone is injected with two permanent watches on their arm. One is the time that they have left until they meet their soulmate. The other is the time that they have left until they die.

⤑ Word count: ~2k

⤑ Angst, Soulmate!Yugyeom

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When I was born the doctors implemented this watch-band thingy to my wrist that told me how long I have left until I die. I basically have three more months at this point, and I’m only 19.

I was also given another watch-band thingy that told me how much longer I have left until I meet my soulmate. It hasn’t turned on yet bc my soulmate hasn’t gone to get his turned on. That’s the thing about the soulmate watch, you need to go to a specialist to get it turned on. So I guess my soulmate, whoever they are, either doesn’t believe in soulmates, or they just think I’ll be ugly. Ouch.

Ever since I was younger I had fantasized about my forever lover. “Maybe he’ll be a prince on horseback!” I wondered when I was 6. “Maybe he’ll be in some kind of band.” When I was 13 and boy-crazed for guys with instruments – I had always wanted the drummers. And now I wonder if I’ll ever even get the chance to meet him, since I have such little life left.

—-

Now here I am, 11pm and cramming in my Honors Biology homework for tomorrow and really wishing I had someone that I loved to help me with my stress.

‘I wish I was still 6 years old, because I really need my prince char-’

PING!!

Slowly and hesitantly, I looked down to where my soulmate band is, right under my life band.

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Immediately my face went whiter than my bedsheets. My eyes shifted slightly upwards where I read my life band.

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The two watches were in sync.

‘I meet my soulmate…at the same time I die?’

—-

“Your soulmate must be Jesus himself. Why else would your soulmate meet you at the same time that you die?��

For the next few weeks after my soulmate band lit up with the, now dreadful, numbers, this is the majority of comments I’d get from people. I get that they’re trying to make me feel more lighthearted about this whole ordeal, but I’d really appreciate if they would just shut up sometimes. I know now that this is probably a glitch in the system. I mean, why would my soulmate be the one who kills me? 

“Maybe we should go get it checked out, like, I’m sure there must be glitches in the system. After all, this only started about a year before I was born, so it was still fairly new when you were born. They must have accidentally programmed the same number twice.” Sometimes, my best friend Jackson actually has good ideas. “Okay yeah, that’s reasonable. Let’s go downtown next week to their regional headquarters and settle this out, because I don’t think Jesus would be that great of a match for me.” I responded back, with the last remark resulting in Jackson erupting in his ever-so contagious laughter.

So with that, next week has rolled around and we’re now standing in front of the ominous government building about 20 miles away from campus. I feel a hand reach over to grab mine with a little squeeze, and I squeeze back while looking up and giving Jackson a half smile. He could definitely see the hesitation lingering in my eyes, as he gave me an even bigger smile back. One that told me everything would work out alright.

Gulping, I look down at my two bands to get an update until D-Day.

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‘Maybe they just got my soulmate day mixed up with my death day. It’s not like I’ll probably be terminally ill in two months.’ My mind reassured me. 

Taking in my last breath of fresh air, I let go of Jackson’s hand and entered the building.

The building looked like any other office building, you’ve got your waiting area, mass amounts of elevators, a big area for receptionists – probably one for each big area of business here – and there is also a few families crying on their way out, having just had to send their dead loved one away. We made our way over to the receptionist for the soulmate handlers, a very tall and handsome man with died blonde hair. 

Mark Tuan was what his name tag read. “Hello and welcome to the Soulmate Center. Do you have an appointment or would you like a walk in consultation?” He asked with a vibrantly bright smile. “Could we have a walk in?” I asked. “Sure thing, just sit on one of the couches and I will send a request for you two. Guess your match didn’t work out huh?” He responded, while looking at both of us and shaking his head. ‘Gross, he thinks I’m with Jackson!’ “Oh nono, I’ve already found my match, is her that has the problem.” Jackson referred to me and the receptionist nodded, mumbling a sorry out. 

“I just need your name to send out the request Miss.” Mark handed me a paper and pen to write out my name. Once I did so, I slid it back to him and Jackson and I took a seat on one of their fading red couches. “You’d think that for a place so high tech, they’d update their furniture every now and then.” I disgustingly whispered while pulling at a failing string attachment.

“Hey sugar relax, it’ll all be settled out in a little bit muffin. Just sit tight baby.” Mocked Jackson, alluding to the mix up. “Gross dude, I’d never go for you even IF you were my soulmate. I don’t want someone who does their laundry once a month.” I lightly hit his arm.

He started to defend himself, something about not wanting the colors to fade easily, when he got interrupted by a calling out of my name from a technician. I got up quickly and peered down at my wrist, seeing that I was supposedly ten minutes closer to both tragedies displayed. Taking another deep breath in, I strode over to the man who called out to me.

“Hello Miss Y/N, I’m Mr. Park. I understand you have an issue you would like to discuss about your soulmate watch?” He shook my hand and led me down the hall and took one right turn and then a left turn before arriving at the third door on the left.

“Hi yes, I think there must be something faulty in your system.” I raised my right wrist to show him the two identical countdowns and his face fell.

“Oh no, no no no there’s nothing wrong with our system. We’ve been trying to see if there’s any way that we could fix this, assuming our coding got messed up. I’m sorry to say this but there’s absolutely no way to fix this. I know it may sound crazy, but you will fall at the hands of your lover.”

Tears immediately started streaming down my face as each word he said was like a knife jabbing into my heart, which was ironic given the situation at hand. “The day that your soulmate came in, our servers immediately sent out red signals and sirens in my office after I turned on his timer. I checked into the system to see what went wrong, and I found you. Now, with this visit I was hoping you were requesting to shut off your timer and forget about this whole situation.”

At this point he was rambling on and on, trying to better asses the situation. However, all I could hear and feel was the world slowly going numb. I’m never going to have my prince charming. I’m never going to have my drummer boy in some punk band. 

At least I’ll get to see him. Once.

—-

Everyone talks about wanting to live up their last moments in life by throwing massive ragers or breaking petty laws to run from the police. I, however, have spent the last two months cooped up in my apartment with only my roommate and Jackson to keep me company, and it’s generally been just Jackson.

“Y/N, tomorrow’s the day. You can’t spend today just in a ball surrounded by your blanket’s and pillows.” Jackson wined, trying to pull my blankets off of me. “If I never get up though, maybe I won’t have to face him ever and I can just continue living my life, never needing a soulmate and dying at a normal age. Or even a car crash when I’m in my 40s.” I barely made out, as my face was buried in some pillows.

“Fine, whatever. Just don’t die thinking I couldn’t have done anything.” Jackson spit out while throwing the blanket part he had in his hands back onto me.

As soon as I heard the front door slam, signaling Jackson’s leave, warm tears filled my cheeks. The next few hours of the day were filled with different scenarios running through my mind of how I’ll die tomorrow.

At round 5pm, I finally got up. Not from some sudden want to go out and live my life, but purely because of hunger. I went into the kitchen to make some ramen, when I heard the news on in the living room. Putting the pot set to boil, I left the kitchen and sat on one of the chairs in the living room to watch what the people speaking had to say about my city.

“A string of breakins have been occurring in the apartment complex near the mall. An armed robber has been breaking into apartments and attempted to shoot some of the owners while raiding anything that they can. If you live near or in the complex, we suggest leaving the premise immediately and seek other shelter tonight and the rest of the time until the authorities catch the robber.”

The only thing that brought me out of my trance was hearing the boiled water spill over into the fire, singeing. I hopped off of the chair, turned off the water and ran into my room to grab a pair of clothes as well as other necessities and drove myself over to Jackson’s apartment complex, a 20 minute drive away.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNO-

“What do you WANT?!” Jackson threw open the front door and I squeezed under the available space under his arms. “Jackson I need to spend the night and I changed my mind I want to do something tomorrow night I don’t care where we go but I need to live for my last night we can go downtown and go drinking or we can completely go to another city I don’t care I just need to get out tomorrow night” I rambled trying to catch my breath in between words.

—-

The morning and afternoon went normally, I crashed on Jackson’s couch last night. Now, it is 8pm and we’re both getting ready to drink the night away. Last night, when I recovered my breath and my sanity, I better explained to Jackson the situation and that I might miss him tonight if he planned to come to my apartment. Plus, my room mate is out of town visiting her family so he won’t possibly get her either.

However, my life band never changed it’s time. It kept ticking. So I decided that it must just keep running no matter what so I forgot about it and continued getting ready for tonight.

“Ready?” I looked over in the mirror to Jackson’s resting body on the door frame. I put my last swatch of lip-gloss on my lips and nodded, moving through the door frame Jackson had just resided in.

I took a fresh breath in when I stepped outside, and made my way behind Jackson towards the Uber he had ordered us. 

“Let’s spend one of my possible last nights right by getting shitfaced.” I reached out to Jackson’s hand, giving it a quick squeeze before getting in the backseat.

—-

I could barely walk on my own two feet now. I lost count of how many shots I had after five and how many bottles of beer after my third. I didn’t realize, but I accidentally left Jackson alone in the club when I stumbled out of the doors, almost falling flat on my face and thus shattering my almost empty bottle in my hands.

On my way back to standing straight, I caught a glimpse of my band. 

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Drunkenly, I started counting down as if it were new years eve. “10..9..8HIC7..6..5..4HIC3..2..1!” I took my last swig of beer in my hand.

A deafening shot rang through the air. I fall back on my back. I look up to see the most handsome man with equally stunning eyes and hair. His black attire fades into the surrounding black of the night.

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