#and yeah it breaks my heart that i’m really enjoying this and then WHAM

[cursed-onepiss]

episode 271 of the anime now gamers and i am coming to terms with the following facts:

- all these funny little background characters have their own fully-realized personalities and tragedy wtf

- if there is a flashback i am in danger

- desire to hit oda with a stick increases daily

[nicolascageisagoth]

Yeah, yeah, I freaked right out," laughs Martin Gore. The other members of Depeche Mode are teasing him about disappearing last week and, though they're all treating it like a joke, it's obviously quite serious.

"This business did my head right in," he explains frankly, aannnnnnnd I had to go away for a few days.

We've had quite a lot of work on recently, there's a lot of stress and I've been moving house as well. So he escaped alone to a rural area of Germany 150km north of Hamburg. Ive got friends there that I've known for about ten years and I hadn’t seen most of them for seven years so there were reunion parties every night - lots of schnapps!"

That's the first time Martin's ever gone missing but the others don't seem the least bit surprised.

"I think it does you good to freak out every now and then." says Dave Gahan. "I almost did at one point when we were recording the last album. I was moving house and then had a bad car accident and at that point I thought that's it, it's over. I eventually came through it with a lot of grief and lots of drugs from the doctor.

Alan Wilder, though he says he's never actually "done a runner» claims he's "in a permanent state of being freaked out. I don't know who I am a lot of the time" In fact the only one who’s never gone a bit nutty is Andy Fletcher who Dave describes as "sort of like the backbone of Depeche Mode. He keeps us together. He's like," sniggers Dave, "the Charlie Watts (anonymous drummer of The Rolling Stones) of the band!

But why all this stress? Surely Depeche Mode, being an incredibly successful pop group, should hardly have a worry in the world?

Apparently not. It seems that every time they have a hit they’re in a bit of a panic to follow it up and keep the momentum going - they almost seem convinced that if they take a long break like Spandau, Frankie or Wham! have, they'll be forgotten.

"It'd be nice, reflects Alan, "to work at a different pace. We do things a bit more rushed than we would otherwise.

"Speak for yourself," murmurs Andy, who obviously doesn't agree. "It's not that we're scared - I enjoy the pace that we work at. The reason I don't take a year off is that I don't want to take a year off." But he does admit that "if there's any sign that our success is going down then yes, we do worry a bit.”

There's no need at the moment though - their new single, "It's Called A Heart" has just shot into the charts for their thirteenth consecutive hit (of all which, bar The meaning of Love and "Somebody" which wouldn’t fit -are on their greatest hits LP out soon). As usual Martin wrote it. “Obviously we feel fairly dependent on him - I think about that a lot,”admits Dave. The song, says Martin, is about "the importance of the heart in mythical sense, as the part of the body where good and evil are supposed to start.” I’m not sure whether I believe in it but it’s a nice idea.”

And, whatever he thinks of that, Martin admits he's definitely in love with Christina, his German girlfriend for the last two years. As for the others, Alan has been going out with his girlfriend for five years but thinks "falling in love is a bit of a funny idea. Andy says "there's no-one I really hate in the world but, as for my views on love, I don't really want to go into them. I'll only get into trouble with my girlfriend."

And Dave's just got married. Kept that a bit quiet, didn't he?

"Aaaah, he's very much in love." teases Alan.

"Well basically, yeah!" laughs Dave. "I've met a lot of girls in my time and have been with a lot of girls and, sure, I've been in love before, but Jo's the only girl I've ever met that I could live with. I just get on with her. We have lots of arguments just like anybody else but somehow… we cross over, there s something about it that's special.

We've been going out for six years and I just got up one morning and asked her and she just sort of said “yeah, alright”. It was that casual.

So they had a quick registry office wedding followed by a big party in a marquee on the lawn of a country hotel with people like

Alison Moyet and Blancmange. But the main reason for getting married, he admits, 1s that they want to start having children fairly soon. “I just think it would throw a whole new perspective on life,” he gushes. enthusiastically. Having to bring up a child totally puts aside all the things that were important to you before. Things like being in the band would become secondary”.

While Dave's been getting married, Andy's been moving into a new flat -"a cardboard box with lots of plants" - in London, something which the other members of the band give him loads of stick about." teases Alan. "He's started investing in things like wine racks, you get the drift? He's even got a couple of books on caring for plants," he adds with disgust.

"He's moved from Baz to London," complains Dave who still lives in Basildon suburb. Fletch has always been known as a “man of the people," he titters, by the kids and the fans. And now he knows that he's lost that and he's scared. He's desperate to hang onto it." And on they go, continually taking the mickey out of Andy. He doesn't seem to mind perhaps because he's the most down to-earth and level-headed of them all. When he's got his glasses on he looks just like a friendly, over-sized schoolboy, Martin in contrast, would stand out in any crowd. Besides his hair - at the moment curly on top, shaved at the back with a long thin plait hanging down one side - today he's wearing blue mascara, a diamante necklace and chipped black nail varnish. The rest of his clothes are quite modest but, yes, he says, he still often wears dresses whenever he feels like it.

“I don't really like it when it's played on because I don't see it as such a big thing”, he explains. "It's just something that I enjoy doing. I never bring the subject up myself. I'think I like it because it is different and because find male dress in general very boring. Men are very restricted in what they wear, in what is acceptable. Obviously I wouldn't go shopping in a dress but if I go out to a club I usually wear one.

"One thing I've noticed." he reflects, "is that everybody considers you gay if you dress effeminately, but the thing most people seem to miss is that most girls these days - well, most girls I know - seem to prefer effeminate boys.

So how do the rest of the band react to all this? "Occasionally," he says, "when I buy a new article of clothing and present it for the first time I get a few laughs, sort of you can't wear that sort of thing. Like when I got some rubber leggings recently. That's all I've bought recently apart from a dress or two - nothing exceptional."

Once they've finished promoting this single and the greatest hits LP.

Depeche Mode plan to "start programming for the next LP, due out in March, which will apparently be "a lot heavier, harder and darker." And until then they are just going so carry on living rather the weird life that pop stars do.

"Its like im happy - Im depressed," explains Dave, switching his face from a smile to a frown. “There isn’t really anything in between. You never just feel alright, you’re either extremely happy or you’re extremely depressed. There’s no-one that can really understand that unless they’re in a successful band.”

1985

Depeche Mode for Smash Hits 25.09.1985, 📷 Steve Rapport

[jjungkookislife]

Quarterly Fic Recs 2021 #2

Hello! I’m back with another rec list! Here are fics I’ve read, loved and thoroughly enjoyed in the second quarter of 2021! They are all very wonderful fics! Each story has its own genre, warnings (and are mostly 18+), so please take that into consideration before reading. If any authors would like me to untag them, please let me know. Enjoy!

Yoongi

before i leave you @hollyhomburg

summary: Yoongi Disappears- leaving behind a shattered pack. 8 months later, Jimin finds Yoongi in an H-mart of all places.

Hoseok

heart-on @junghelioseok

summary: my boss is always telling me how perfect her son would be for me and she promises he’s coming to the next holiday party and don’t worry he’s heard all about me too and ALSO there’s this dude i slept with once a couple of months ago and sometimes he still sends me dick pics when i ask him to at 3 in the morning cause seriously dude’s got a good dick

Jungkook

charmolypi @njssi

summary: Work and pleasure should never be combined — or so the saying goes. But you were never really one to follow the rules in their entirety and neither were the ones around you. Love, lust, interest. Five people. In the workplace. What could go wrong? Everyone just wants to get something, after all.

when you least expect it @johobi

summary: You’re in love with your childhood friend, Taehyung. The problem is, you treasure your friendship with him far too much to ever risk losing it. Oh, and he���s quite the Casanova. At your wits’ end with feelings you can no longer hide as diligently as you once did, you ask him to set you up with someone, anyone, in a last ditch attempt to avoid a heartbreaking conversation.

wherever there is you @jeonstudios

summary: you’ve been drinking, haven’t you?

instant gratification @dovechim

fuckboi@jungkook x cheerleader!reader

haze @yyooni

summary: So you’ve fucked the biggest fuck boy on campus. It’s a one and done. One night stand. A wham bam thank you ma’am. So why does it happen again?

OT7/Multiple Members

because i’m yours @minniepetals

summary: you should have known they’d never let you go after gathering the courage to ask for a kiss

blazed @ironicarmy

summary: Your friends try to cheer you up during Christmastime, but things go south once Hoseok appears with a mysterious brown bag.

Seokjin

one step @cutechim

summary:  attending an ex’s wedding is never easy, but you might just have the perfect remedy—if you can pluck up the courage to take it.

platonic @joheunsaram

summary: Finding a new method for stress relief, you rope in your bestfriend/fwb to try it out with you.

show me yours and i’ll show you mine @ktheist

summary: you’re a horny bunny yet kim seokjin always seems to manage to slide out of your grasps like a fox every time.

Yoongi

before i leave you pt. 7 @/hollyhomburg

summary: Pack omega kim Seokjin knows how to handle things when they go south (or alternatively you get triggered, Yoongi has a panic attack, and it’s a good thing the pack is there to help)

Hoseok

risky business @yoonjinkooked

summary: The person who invented smart glass office walls knew what they were doing. Your secretary fucks you stupid in the office.

snapshot @xjoonchildx

summary: after a day at the beach, hoseok has some surprises in store for his longtime love

keep me warm @ppersonna

summary: camping is always a great time when you’re with your friends, but even better with your boyfriend, hoseok.

it’s you @jinpanman

summary: An accidental confession throws your years-long friendship with Hoseok into disarray.

Namjoon

love bytes @stutterfly

summary: It’s been a year since you first met Kim Namjoon, the passionate, talented English professor at the local campus. He’s always been clumsy and aloof, but he’s on a whole new level in terms of “technologically incapable.” One call to IT was all it took to pull you into his life, and with it a whole string of friendships full of flirtatious banter and undying support.

Your dating situation has been drier than the Sahara for years now, and you’ve wasted too many lonely nights drinking alone, so you try your hand at Tinder. But you’re not getting any bites. When the group finds out, they are more than willing to help–even Namjoon, though he finds it increasingly difficult to deny that he’s hopelessly smitten. You consider their opinions on potential Tinder dates while fighting off feelings you never knew were brewing for the caring soul who becomes the home you never had.

out of my league @/ppersona

summary: Kim Namjoon was never supposed to find out about your years-long hopeless crush on him. And he most definitely was not supposed to find out about it in front of all your coworkers in a company-wide meeting.

so this is love @jinpanman

summary: “So this is the miracle that I’ve been dreaming of. So this is love.”

problem solved @sugasbabiie

summary: Namjoon helps you with more than math problems tonight.

love is @hxseok-honee

summary: they say that love is supposed to transcend time and space and that it knows no limits. but putting an ocean and thousands of miles between two people won’t make things any easier, will it? 

Jimin

potent pink @dntaewithluv

summary: The first time you see Park Jimin you’re instantly entranced by him. And it turns out he lives in the apartment next to the one you’re moving into, so even better he’s your hot neighbor. When the previous tenant confesses to you that he was the best hook up she ever had, you’re that much more intrigued. The first time you meet him, however, you’re deciding immediately that you hate him and want to stay as far away from him as possible. Jimin is determined to be a constant in your life though, and he definitely is that. Both a constant flirt and a constant pain in your ass. Is a ruined second impression enough to prevent you from ever giving him a second chance?

Taehyung

hush, yeah? @kithtaehyung

summary: the innocent accident that started it all

unfinished business @/dntaewithluv

summary: Besides wanting to catch up with some old friends, there’s only one reason you found yourself agreeing to attend your 10 year high school reunion. The boy you were in love with back then is going to be there, and you’re determined to finally make your move. Except, unfortunately, it turns out that Kim Seokjin is very much happily married. Kim Taehyung, however, is very much single and feels like he has something to prove to you after you turned him down all those years ago. One night is all it takes to make you realize you made the biggest mistake of your life.

under the covers @jessikahathaway

spy!au

darling @bloomsuga

summary: “go to sleep, darling.”

as endless as the stars ^

summary: he waited 160 years to meet you again, and now that he has, he’s not letting go. or: “i love you as deep as the ocean and as endless as the stars”

dirty dishes @jaysdimples

summary: when your boyfriend can’t seem to keep his hands to himself so he stirs up a little trouble in the kitchen while everyone else is a few feet away in the next room

devotion @/sweetbunnykook

summary: You and Taehyung were inseparable once. When you come back to your hometown after three years, fate pulls you back to him. And this time, Taehyung won’t ever keep his eyes off of you.

Jungkook

commercial break; twelve @1kook

summary: Anyway, if it was up to Jungkook, Kim Doyeon would not be a member of the Engagement Ring Committee.

tease @adonis-koo

summary:You came with the intentions of your best friend landing a job as a stripper. You never meant to catch the eyes of the king stripper of the establishment- Jeon Jungkook, yourself. With what was supposed to be a harmless way of paying off college debt faster you find yourself falling into a very odd and passionate relationship with your new mentor. Between infidelity, passion and jealousy there’s never a dull moment at Cherry Bomb.

jock!jk @angelguk

summary: going raw with jock jk

evolution of a lover’s heart @jeonstudios

summary: the rules are simple: first one to take the virginity wins.

euphoria @btssavedmylifeblr

summary: At the end of your life, you are given one day to live again with the man you loved. A lifetime’s love story told in a single day.

idealizations concerning real life relations @venusiangguk

summary: jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn’t love in return.

relax @itsbuffsanta

summary: jk is antsy after the concert, so you help him relax.

employee of the month @/dntaewithluv

summary: Sometimes it truly amazes you how much of an idiot your boyfriend can be. But you also find it impossible to say no to him. Even when it involves letting him fuck you at his work on the same day that he gets awarded employee of the month…

ego 08 @suga-kookiemonster

summary: what’s a girl to do when her sweet, innocent baby lab partner isn’t quite so sweet and innocent? well, he’s a grown-ass man, and you’re about to learn that the hard way.

only you 10 @sweetbunnykook 

summary: Jeon Jungkook, your wedding photographer, helps you escape on your big day upon learning about a secret your groom-to-be kept hidden. You soon fall for this young, passionate photographer. However, you underestimated just how much he was willing to reciprocate that love. Maybe, you think, he’s loving you just a little too much.  

lunchbox lovers @jiminrings

stem major!koo x cold senior!y/n

crunchyroll & rail @/1kook

summary: Never mind the fact you really like Sailor Moon, or that you really want to pay attention to every little detail; the moment becomes Jungkook and his big smile and his red cheeks and the tiny box he produces from within his pocket.

only for you @jikookiekosmos

summary: It’s the night before your wedding and you should be happy…but a fight with your fiancé leaves you second guessing everything. A visit from the blue-haired boy of your dreams is just what you need to make it right.

lillies @dewykth

summary: “… white lines, pretty baby, tattoos, don’t know what they mean, they’re special just for you…”

bluekooberry @kimtaehyunq

summary: Your adoring boyfriend, Jungkook, surprises you with a brand new hairstyle before your trip to visit him for the weekend. He’s excited to see you, feed you, and give you exactly what you want.

bad reputation @noteguk

summary: in which you have to deal with some strange emotions for the first time.

not yet @bratkook

summary: jungkook feels the pang of guilt in his gut when you spot your recent ex out with his new girl, and what better way to make the jerk hurt than to have him believe you were now dating him, the neighbor he had been insecure about your whole relationship

incoming: elite chatboy @kookingtae

summary: welcome to Elite Chatroom, a sex chat company with a wide variety of services such as text messaging, phone call, and video chat. you signed up online for the most basic text service plan not knowing what to expect, but you certainly didn’t think you’d end up actually liking the man behind the screen.

ineffable @euphoria-vmin7

summary: your best friend Jeon Jeongguk has always been amazing and deserved the best, so you’ve hid your love for him. But unbeknowsnt to you, there may be feelings that could change everything between you two…

touch @gardentulips

summary: when you tease and please one another

Multiple Members

friendly fire @kpopfanfictrash

summary: The dynamic: Hoseok; your friend and previous fuck buddy. Jungkook; Hoseok’s roommate and subject of your massive crush. The scene: determined not to drunk-gush about your crush any more (to his face), you decide to seclude yourself from all campus parties. Until, of course, Hoseok guilts you into a favor. Things spiral from there.

the boys are back in town @/dntaewithluv

summary: Getting stood up by your date definitely hadn’t been on your agenda for the evening. Also definitely not on your agenda: bumping into Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook. Together. On the same exact night. It’s been a while since you’ve seen your two best friends, as well as lovers on multiple occasions, from your high school and college days. A chance meeting, some drinks, and a trip down memory lane is all it takes to reignite the attraction between the three of you. Old habits die hard, but these two? They just might be the death of you.

ruin you @taegularities

summary: “His eyes hold unfathomable darkness that lures you in, captures your very soul, steals any air you are trying to draw. And you know without a doubt that you’re on the path to utter and irrevocable ruination.”

ruin you (once more) ^

summary: Taehyung and Jungkook can’t keep their hands off you. Not even in the elevator.

Seokjin

kairos @luffles424

summary: When your financial aid falls through for your last year of school, you fear you’ll have to drop out and postpone your degree. Until Taehyung gives you a suggestion to make a lot of money, quick. His idea can’t possibly end well, can it?

appetence @luffles424

summary: appetence (n.) - an eager desire, an instinctive inclination; an attraction or a natural bondIt’s time for Seokjin’s rut. Are either of you prepared for this step?

tiny lights, tiny lies @ggukcangetit

summary: you aren’t sure when exactly your best friend’s brother went from being an oddly annoying set of broad shoulders to the shoulders you frequently fell asleep against.

Yoongi

the little things @kimtaehyunq

summary: When the present isn’t exactly enough for you right now, Yoongi is here for you through it all. He makes sure you know you aren’t alone and that it’s ok to feel alone.

cyberslut @kimnjss

summary:  he has no idea who you are… up front, you’re sweet and innocent - but in reality you’re the exact opposite. running your own nsfw account, where your favorite topic is his hands.

yoongi drabble @joonsgalore

life guard au

Hoseok

benefits @cutechim

summary: you and hoseok have taken the ‘friends’ out of friends with benefits, but exclusivity has its own perks.

Namjoon

namjoon drabble @lovetrivia

summary: You’re a hot girl on Twitch and Namjoon is an absolute simp.

Jimin

baby fever @writtenwhalien

summary: Jimin wants another baby, and much to your delight, he’s determined to give you one.

jimin drabble @/1kook

best friend au

small hands jimin drabble @lavishedinjimin

established relationship au

silk and lace @sunshyngal

summary: Min Nara is the newly dumped fiance to the Crown prince of Korea, Park Jimin. She’s not overtly upset , because at least now she can live her life without the pressure of the monarchy hanging over her head. Besides , Nara has a very dirty little secret. While she spends the day as the perfect high society girl with an impeccable pedigree , her nights are filled with lacy lingerie and webcams.  Ignored by the man she’s meant to marry, she revels in the greedy lust of strangers on the internet. It’s her way of saying ‘fuck you’ to a system that sees her as nothing but a toy, molded for the future King. Park Jimin doesn’t know the first thing about his supposed fiancee. And he has no intention of learning either. He knows just what debutante girls are like and he has no patience for the kind. Besides, his girlfriend of three years, the elegant and independent Irene is everything he would ever want in a wife . Or is she?Because in the secrecy of his office , after the day’s work is done , Park Jimin has a very scintillating vice that he likes to indulge in : the beautiful camgirl who calls herself the Temptress. Jimin can’t get enough of the girl’s lush thighs wrapped in silk, the pretty pink of her nipples in see through bralettes and the glittering temptation of the jeweled plugs she likes to stuff herself full with.Jimin thinks she embodies  everything he can never allow himself to have as a Prince : filth, sin and decadence , all wrapped up in Silk and Lace.

Taehyung

nip it in the bud @opaljm

summary: You’re not sure how you ended up here, but maybe a shitty ex and a horrible breakup had a hand in what placed you in front of the tattoo parlor. It was already a nerve-wracking experience, but what you never expected was seeing that the owner and artist giving you nipple piercings was your older brother’s best friend you hadn’t seen in ages. to make things even worse, he got fucking hotter.

taehyung drabble @joonsgalore

sugar daddy au

peanut @jungxk

summary: the making of peanut.

Jungkook

pretty kitty @venusiangguk

summary: you’re jk’s baby, his toy, and now his pretty little pet.

heavy metal @hisunshiine

summary: You come home from a trip to find your fuckbuddy has a… hole-y surprise.

devour @bloomsuga

summary: my sweet angel… i am going to devour you

grain of sand @jungkookiebus

summary: Blind since the age of 18 from a genetic disorder, Jungkook walked through life as if he never lost it, but on one fateful day seven years ago he literally almost runs into you. He fell in love nearly immediately. Fast forward to the present and it’s just another day in your quiet life with him by your side.

under the oak tree @mingoyeob

summary: as the eldest daughter of a duke, it’s your duty to marry at your father’s will. yet you didn’t expect to be marrying jeon jungkook, a knight of low status, especially when he departs for an expedition without another word after your first night. when he comes back three years later, this time as a renowned hero, how will you be able to face him and how will things change between you and your new husband?

jungkook drabble @1kook

dilf!jk

commercial break: thirteen ^

summary: Because for as much shit as you let him get away with, Jungkook is certain you’ll draw the line today.

sh. @wwilloww

summary: How could you say no to a month away in the mountains with your friends after six months of grueling quarantine?

jungkook drabble @lavishedinjimin

daddy!jk

OT7/Multiple Members

the end @jimlingss

summary: It’s been a habit of yours to vent in the form of love letters. There’s six in total. They’re kept secret, hidden in your closet. But on your 30th birthday, what you least expect is for each letter to become reality. All done by the whacky ghost of Christmas future trying to grant your birthday wish.

[anaiswriterr]

last christmas

Pairing: Todoroki x Reader

Rating: T

Last Christmas by Wham!

↷ SYNOPSIS: Five fucking years of a relationship down the drain when Shoto decided to call it quits, leaving you colder than the ice he produced. Last Christmas left you underneath the mistletoe with a bottle of eggnog staring off into space as others partied with their significant others for Christmas. But what happens when next Christmas you no longer are as cold as ice and is under the arm of another pro hero? Can Shoto get you back?

- mha december special part three -

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It’s the silence between the two of you that tells you, it’s truly over.

The relationship has finally crumbled into nothing but empty promises, and lost memories that’ll never be saved.

“So that’s it, five years and we’re done?” You mumble, biting back your bottom lip stopping it from quivering. His response is just a simple nod, his hands pressed hard into the back pockets of his jeans. You search his eyes, for something that tells you to fight back. But his mumbled, “I’m sorry.” Is all it takes for you to flush down the speech you have mentally prepared and wave the white flag in defeat. You shrug, looking back into the hallways where the agency holiday party took place. Could this really not wait at home?

“Is there anything I could do to change your mind, Sho?”

You blink back away the tears that desperately want to fall, refusing to cry in front of your coworkers, the corner the both of you were in grew hot. Your sweater feels tight around your neck, you watch as Shoto shrugs his shoulders. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.. but work is getting dangerous. We have different perspectives of life-“

“You think I didn’t know I was dating a hero?” You seethe taking small sips of your beverage, eyeing his apologetic figure, bullshit, his hands stuffed deep into his back pockets and his duo colored hair frame his face. You want to scream and shout out him, but arguing at a Christmas party was something you didn’t find much interest in right about now. It wouldn’t fix anything - it would only cause a scene. You shrug, “Fine, if that’s what you want. I’ll stay the night at Uraraka and Deku’s, I’ll be back for my stuff in the morning.” Taking in a heavy sip of alcohol from your red solo cup, watching Shoto nod.

“I’m really sorry-“

“Don’t.” You place your hand on his chest, stopping his movement from moving towards you. You didn’t want a hug or kiss goodbye, “I’m gonna go enjoy the rest of my night, you, can go home and pack my bags.” You pat his chest looking up from your teary eyelashes that clumped together. It just had to be this night, of all places, of all times.

Getting dumped the day before Christmas sure was a way to enter the New Year. Well, you shrug, downing the last of your alcoholic beverage in search for the brunette. “There’s a first for everything.”

And well... you guess this would be the story of how you got your heartbroken on Christmas Eve.

***

Last Christmas, you were left colder than ice. Your five year relationship frozen in time as you searched for apartments near the area. Close enough to work and far away from Shoto - he offered to stay at a hotel, even to leave himself. But you didn’t want anything from him, you wanted no lingering scents of the duel quirk user.

Who even breaks up with someone the night before Christmas!?

Irritated with life you settled down in a small cute apartment, washing your clothes to fade his warm scent of cinnamon mixed with the cool base of mint, mixing detergent and softener to mask his presence. Adopted a rescue dog to make the apartment seem more livelier - despite the scattered tissues and running mascara you were fine.

Just fine.

You look around your bedroom, snuggling beside your dog, Pebbles, sighing in irritation and wiping away the eye boogers that sat on the inner corners of your eyelids. Tapping your face awake and staring at the empty bottle of wine beside you resting on your nightstand. “I’m just... fine.”

Crying.

Sadness. Completely normal emotions and feelings to stumble upon after a break up - considering the two of you have been together for quiet sometime it took you awhile to get used to sleeping alone. Although, Pebbles did accompany you into bed to spare warmth it still hurt reaching out to nothing but either fur or air. Repeating the same routine everyday for months, avoiding all hero news, and simply just grabbing your favorite cup of coffee and heading off to work.

A cycle that grew all too quite robotic quickly.

That is, until you met Samonri Kayeta.

A senior executive advisor for the technical company you worked for to help support heroes. You had bumped into him in the break room while your poured yourself another cup of coffee. His presence startling you and causing you to spill your Styrofoam cup onto your hand and all over the marble corner tops.

Apologizing profusely for the scare he handed you a paper towel immediately, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Kayeta apologized, pulling your hand forward dabbing away at the burn and gently ushering you to the sink. Running your palm under the cold water, he treats the burn. 

This moment was only the beginning of the romantic relationship the both of you jumped into after only two months of dating. His apologies still remained when you bring up the first time the both of you met one another. Laughing his worries away. 

Samonri wasn’t a hero.

In fact, he was actually born quirkless just like you. 

And you were thankful for that fact, the hero life was just no longer a thing you planned to engage in. Seeing as your prior hero relationship didn’t end so well. Samonri wasn’t ever in the face of danger, he had no reason to protect you. So therefore excuses of a plausible breakup if things got bad never worried you. Between the both of you - nothing ever truly went bad. Of course couples argue, but the two of you never truly thought about breaking up.

And suddenly your cold heart, once frozen in time, thawed out from the warmth you found in another man.

***

Next Christmas, came faster then any other. An invitation to celebrate the engagement of both Izuku and Ochako to one another was received. The velvet invitation in your hand felt smooth as you handed it to Samonri - a small smile pulls at the corner of his lips, he nods. “Yeah, let’s go.” He urged.

It was a night event, semi formal and semi casual.

You held hands dearly with Samonri as you entered the hall, when a pair of eyes trail your frame. You can feel his heat from all the way across the hall, his freezing temperatures dueling with his molting heat. Todoroki, the new number three hero is staring daggers into the brown haired mans back. Your eyes meet his duel colored ones, it’s been months since you’ve stared back into those eyes. 

“Are you okay, darling?” 

You turn to face Samonri, ignoring the eyes on your back. His grip on your hand tightens lovingly, “Y-Yeah, of course.” You say breathlessly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you haven’t spoken to Todoroki since the day you finally moved out - were the two of you even on first name basis? He stood in a corner besides Ilda and Momo, he looks different. Much more serious, a lot more bruises and scars. You weren’t there to treat his wounds no more, but you were thankful, you never had to go frantically search for the first aid kit every other night - not anymore at least. You walk over to Izuku, who is standing with Bakugou and Kirishima near the bar toasting to the engagement. 

You greet them normally, congratulating the two. 

Your shoulders ease when the boring eyes finally peel off your back sending cool goosebumps up your skin ending at the base of your neck. Samonri is already long gone, lounging with Denki and Sero at the bar sipping on a couple drinks with his dress coat resting behind him. Meanwhile you found yourself wandering towards to the group of girls who celebrated in delight. 

Uraraka’s smile growing larger with each passing second. 

Your feet hurt from all the walking and dancing, laughing as Samonri twirled you one last time. “You think we should head back home? It’s getting late,” He says running his fingers through his dark wavy hair, pulling at his roots. 

“Wanna wait in the car for a while, I’m just going to say good bye to everybody.” 

He nods, pressing a chaste kiss onto your forehead before digging into his jean pocket and pulling out his car keys; “I’ll wait for you.” His hand moves away from the small of your back as you watch him leave through the front door of the venue and into the hall where the elevator was. 

“I should probably leave, Samonri and I have work in the morning; I love you both! Congratulations!” You hug the happy couple, walking off to bid goodbye to the others. Leaving the venue and into the elevator, you press the down button. Awaiting for the elevator to arrive to your level you didn’t even realize the sound of the party room door opening and slamming shut. The small ding pulls you out of your thoughts, the sliding doors open and you step in, pressing the first floor button watching as the doors close. 

“Wait- Y/N!” 

The elevator door opens wide as Todoroki squeezes himself in, he leans down to catch his breath. With your hand over you hand from the startle you blink in surprise. You cross your arms over your chest, turning your head away. “What do you want, Todoroki.”

“Y-you... didn’t say... hello..”

“You ran all this way - because I didn’t say hello?”

The door closes shut, and the elevator begins to descend down the floors. Changing numbers from six to three, Shoto reaches out for the emergency stop button. Pressing hard against its flat red surface, a small buzz goes off. Ringing in your ears you nearly had enough, “Todoroki! What are you doing?”

Your back is slammed into the wall, two arms charge in your body like a flightless bird. His hair is disheveled and his eyes are teary, you’ve never seen him in such distress. Your body presses hard onto the cold flat surface behind you and his warm breath reddens your neck. He is mumbling to himself, quietly, you barley catch a glimpse of it. “Todoroki..” he says. Your heart is pounding, drumming away at your rib cage it’s been months since you’ve seen him up and close. “That’s not my name..” he sighs, you arch a brow questioning his out of character behavior. “What are you saying-“

“It’s not my name.. you call me Shoto.. Sho-“

“That was then.”

“So it just means nothing to you?”

“You left me.”

It goes silent. His eyes search into yours, reaching out to the woman he remembers. You grow irritated. Annoyed by the situation wishing the elevator door would’ve just closed a little quicker, he left you. Not the other way around, “Remember, Shoto, you left me the day before Christmas.. what do you want from me?” The words finally set in, he looks up at you. Confused and enraged you push him away, “Don’t you remember? And you ran all this way for a hello?! What kinda bullshit- how stupid do you think I am!?” You argue, walking towards the buttons.

“What do you want from me, mister pro hero.”

He sighs, blocking your way from the buttons, stopping you in your tracks. “Does he make you happy?”

You blow a raspberry at him, “Yes, of course he does- now if you’ll excuse me he’s waiting for me in the parking lot-“

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you.” He huffs, pushing your hand away from the buttons. You squint your eyes in annoyance, “Oh please you’ve had plenty of times to talk to me, a simple hello or how are you would’ve been nice.” You lean back to cross your arms over your chest ignoring his longing gaze.

“Please,” he whispers, staring down onto the ground.

You sigh once more in defeat know he wouldn’t move, he was like that. He was serious about this, and when he’s serious there was no way he’d back down from it. Tilting your head, you allow him to get in his last words. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” 

“Don’t you think that’s a little too late?” 

“Everything I did was always too late.. when I said I loved you, when I asked you out after two years of being friends - god I should’ve asked the moment I met you; or when I left you because I couldn’t handle the fact somebody, no, someone like you could ever love me the way you did. It was so much.” 

He pushes away from the buttons and walks towards you slowly, backing you up into the wall. Your chest grows heavy at his words peering into his eyes that were hooded by his bangs. 

“I don’t know why I’m here.. but I just couldn’t let you go without tell you, I’m sorry.. I love you.. and to please just come home.”

Home.. 

The apartment you and Shoto bought right after the two of you graduated High School; he was already interning to become a hero and you were just starting college. With only one flower pot to decorate, three picture frames and mattress. The two of you ate dinner on top of the kitchen counter laughing at the most idiotic things you could come up with. The one you spent five years in, cleaning his wounds, holding him after the hard days, settling him in warm baths to ease his tense muscles.

Home was the place the two of you discussed about a family. 

Until last Christmas.. when he left you.

He presses the button on last time, allowing the elevator to continue its transit to the first floor. Look up to face you, you can finally see him clearly. His eyes, his face you once stared into lovingly. 

You still loved him. 

The elevator dings, opening up its metal doors yet you stand still for a while. He’s whispering, begging for you to stay, to not leave. 

But the past can not effect your decision that Shoto Todoroki..

“I’m sorry, Todoroki. I wish you well.” You step out, clutching hard onto your purse. Refusing to look back at his defeated body, his expression would merely kill you. Leaving the venue in a hurry searching for Samonri. 

His car is parked just around the corner, his tall frame smiles at you with his arms crossed leaning on the trunk; he waves you over. You speed walk towards him, “Hey babe,” he places a small kiss onto your forehead tenderly, noticing your face of sadness he cups your cheeks, “What’s wrong?” 

was indeed your past.

You shake your head of the thoughts of the pro hero you once cleaned up in the dead of nights away; focusing on your now. His gentle features, his intentions clear as day. For so long you choked on smoke and ice.. smiling at him. 

Goodbye, Sho..

“Nothing.. lets go home.”

TAGLIST:  @meep-meep​ @hikaru-mikazuki​ @jabkie​ @simpingovereveryanimeguy​ @theycallmemrsbarnes​ @bittersweetbooke​​ @meri-soni-meri-tamanna​​ @myheroesaretired​ @fandomtrashbitch​ @chocbaleine​

Authors note: Who said this would be a cute fluff fic? I did, which obviously didn’t work out. Why? Because it just wasn’t realistic and wouldn’t make sense to just magically make the reader forgive him and leave someone who is perfectly capable of being with the reader seeing as he helped pick up the broken pieces left behind. Anyways. Honestly. I’m fucking tired, I’m sorry it took so long to get this out. Should of been out like a week ago, but so much has happened and I’ve been just all over the place, I have Winter blues and it’s hard to get through this. I just got a job too, it feels like I have no right to feel this way. People have it so much worse, but everyday I just really hate it here. I got all A’s, amazing friends and it’s like fuck people don’t even have what I have so it feels wrong for me to feel this way. But ig it is what it is. Sorry guys, updates soon.

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Fertility Struggles II

Gif credit @angels-reyes

Part 2 to Fertility struggles. Hope you all enjoy.

Taglist @nocturnalherb16. @jesseswartzwelder. @leaalfred. @creepers-baby-girl. @writerwithasoul. @twistnet. @baylishh. @believinghurts. @ilovetaquitosmmmm. @mayans-mc.

Month after month since starting IVF, you've gotten your period. It was starting to make you mad. You were actually getting tired of using periods at the end of a sentence. They were everywhere. One month you did get your hopes up because you missed your period but wham that bitch hit you at the end of the month. She wasnt going to let your dreams come true.

It was the first day of your period and Nestor came home happy thinking this might have worked. You've been moody and eating a lot. But you were scared to tell him.

"You got your period"? He asked when he saw you on the couch, with your sweats, a box of tissues and icecream with a blanket wrapped around you.

"Yeah. That bitch can't give us a break. I'm sorry". You said with a sniffle.

"It's okay. We can try again". He came over to the couch and sat down pulling your legs to his lap.

"I dont know if I want too". You replied, playing with your icecream in the tub.

"What do you mean"? Nestor moved in his seat to look at you. He was confused. This has always been the number one thing you have ever wanted.

"IVF seems to not be working. I'm getting my period every month. It's like I'm taking this drug for the fun of it. I'm putting us through hell and getting nothing". You wiped away tears with your sleeve.

"Its not for nothing. We're going to make a baby. You can't give up". He rested his hand on your stomach.

"I havent. Maybe we should look into adoption or a surrogate"?

"So you're wanting me to take my sperm and put it in someone else that is not my wife"? Nestor looked confused and like you wanted him to walk into this trap.

"Maybe. There wont be any contact with your junk and her junk. Itll be through a doctor. So calm down. You're not sleeping with anyone but me". You laughed as he sighed a sigh of relief.

"Alright. Why dont you go to the doctor and make sure that they can't do anything before we jump to those options".

"I'm tired Nestor. I'm tired. I dont want anymore doctors".

"Just go for me. We cant give up".

"Alright. Fine. For you but if they say they cant. I'm done. My body has been through enough. I cant". You shake your head. Tears rolling down your cheeks. Your heart has been broken so many times and you couldnt go through that again. Your heart couldn't bare it.

"What brings you in today"? Your doctor asked, she probably already knows the answer.

"IVF isn't working. I've tried everything you said. I keep getting my period every month. I'm just, it's like it's no hope for me". You explain.

"How long does the periods last"?

"Two maybe three days but it's like spotting. No heavy flow".

"Okay.  I'm going to do a ultrasound and see if we can see anything".

"I'm telling you theres nothing in there". You sigh laying back on the table.

"You never know". She said before stepping out the door.

She came back in with a nurse and the machine. The gel she squirted was cold on your stomach.

"Alright, let's see what we got".

Looking at the screen, you saw nothing. Blank uterus. "Told you".

"Dont be so sure. What is this"? She pointed to the screen and saw two little jellybeans just floating around in your uterus.

You about hopped off the table when she said that. "How is that possible". You asked about in tears.

"Well, when you're on the IVF, occasional spotting happens and some mistake it as their period. But you're pregnant. With twins. It's to early to tell what they are but they seem healthy". She said taking pictures of the jellybeans.

"Oh my God. Nestor is going to freak when I tell him". You gasped as she handed you the ultrasound photo.

"Thank you so much for everything. You have no idea what this means to us". You hugged her crying.

"I think I have a idea. I too had a hard time having children so I know what it feels like to get that news that you're pregnant". She smiled and gave you a prescription for prenatal vitamins.

"Thanks again". You said before leaving her office.

You were so excited to tell Nestor that he was going to be a daddy. But then the nerves kicked in. What happens if this is like last time? What if you lose them or even one? You were going to take every precaution there was. You put yourself on bedrest and a healthier diet. Thinking those could help to keep the babies.

Getting home, Nestor was already there. Walking into the house, he was cooking. Something so good it made your mouth water.

"What are you cooking? I hope you made tons of it"? You moaned when you got to the kitchen, the aroma getting stronger.

"Its my fathers recipe. I knew you would like it. It's great for getting women pregnant. Just look at me". Nestor said with a wink coming over to you and kissed your head. You wrapped your arms around him.

"How was the doctors? Everything okay"? He asked looking down at you.

"Everything's wonderful". You grinned from ear to ear.

"Really? Just last night you didnt want to go.  What changed"?

"Oh just the two little lives growing inside me". You swiftly pulled out the sonogram and put it in his face with a squeal.

"You're joking? What? How? Oh my god". He picked you up, kissing your lips.

"Babies. We had tons of sex and oh my god is right. We finally did it. The doctor said they look healthy".

"Oh baby, I'm so happy and so very thankful". Nestor held you tight. All his dreams were coming true.

"Me too.  But I'm not taking any chances. I'm putting myself on bedrest and we're going to start eating healthier foods. No delicious tub of icecream or chips or tacos". You frowned licking your lips. Now the cravings start.

"Babe, you can have all of that just eat it a little at a time. Foods not going to hurt you. Might make you nauseous or give you heartburn but you have to eat".

"I know. I'm just scared. Because we dont know what caused the miscarriages. Anything can be a trigger. We just have to be careful and watch out for signs".

"We will. Um, can we not tell anyone until we know for sure we're out of the woods"?

"I was thinking the same thing. I don't want to get anyone's hopes up if they will be torn apart. I'm scared to get excited but I am. I cant for these jellybeans to be in our arms. Safe and sound". You squeezed Nestor. He was so happy. But the little voice said something could go wrong. Praying that it didnt.

During your pregnancy, you had one scare but that was it. You made it to 38 weeks then your water broke. Then the real nervousness kicked in. The babies room was prepared and you had everything they needed. You were just nervous about them getting here.

Luckily they came out healthy and strong with tons of hair.

Cruz Valentino Oceteva weighed 7lbs 4oz. He looked just like Nestor and a head of hair. Nestor tried to braid it like his. He succeeded in doing so. Heartburn was the worst.

Maya Jade Oceteva weighed 6lbs 2oz. Se was a lot smaller than her brother but was a strong little girl. You know how they say you carry them for nine months and they come out looking like their father. That's true. She looked like Nestor but with your nose. And a head full of hair that you put little bows in.

God you were so lucky to have Nestor and the babies. Life was complete. Well maybe. Another kid wouldnt hurt. Or three. But for now you were going to enjoy the baby moments and the smell of their little heads. Which you and Nestor took turns sniffing each of the babies heads.

[drbibliophile]

I finally binge-watched Bridgerton and I have thoughts in no particular order (and these are my thoughts and opinions):

For the first few episodes, the only people I kind of liked were Lady Danbury and Penelope Featherington.  Everyone else?  Kind of annoying or I didn’t care.  However, I did persevere.  In the end, I still like Lady Danbury and Penelope the best.  

At a time when men wore hats, why does Simon NEVER wear a hat?  Or if he did, it’s so inconsequential as to be missing. 

While I appreciate all the butt and chest shots, why are Simon and Daphne having sex all over the place in plain view of everyone? Like, seriously?  I get that they can’t keep their hands off each other.  Fine, but out in the open? On the staircase?  Gah! 

While I’m talking about the sex, dang... there’s very little foreplay, people.  VERY little.  It all seems wham bam thank you ma’am and after about the fifth scene of it, I find myself getting bored.  So... yeah... 

Loved the costuming.  Loved Simon’s waistcoats.  Loved a lot of the dressed, but really?  I want the waistcoats and the boots.  

I’ve only read the first Bridgerton book and I’m not sure I want to read any more.  However, I really do love Eloise’s and Penelope’s friendship.  That felt very authentic to me.  Actually, the siblings and their relationships are all felt real to me.  

Lady Danbury saying that she decided she would make herself the most terrifying person in the room was brilliant, self-affirming, and an excellent moment of character building. 

I’m still not sure about the addition of Queen Charlotte though I rather enjoy her and the insights into what it is to be queen when your husband is insane.  

It’s been noted elsewhere, but why does NO ONE say thank you to the servants?  Like, seriously, there’s a little bit between Daphne and Mrs Colson, but otherwise there’s very little thanking.  That kind of drove me batty.  

Benedict is bi.  I’ve decided this.  His moment with Granville as Granville explained himself was touching.  I rather liked that.  

Poor Marina.  She really went through a lot.  The rules of society that push her to make the decisions that she did piss me the hell off, but I also get it.  Fundamentally she didn’t see another choice and that is heart-breaking on so many different levels.  

So, Bridgerton was lovely eye-candy and engaging, but do I love it like I loved the BBC Pride and Prejudice with Colin Firth and Jennifer Ehle?  No.  Am I going to watch Season 2?  I believe the term is HELL YES.  

And do I now really want to write my own Regency romance? Ummm... yeah... 

[dex-xe]

I’ve made Spotify playlists inspired by each of the ghosts and I’ve made these little written pieces to talk about them. if you wanna read them, please go ahead - if not then enjoy the music!!

This is Pat's playlist:

Dancing In the Dark - Bruce Springsteen

A 1984 hit that Pat definitely would have loved, it’s brilliant tbh.

I Will Follow You into the Dark - Death Cab for Cutie

Poor Pat. I feel so sorry for him having to leave his family so young, like as someone who lost a parent very young (although I’m assuming slightly older than Daley would’ve been) it breaks my heart to see Pat’s family turn up at Button House. I’ve been to the place my parent died a number of times since and every time it makes me feel kinda sick. It’s an interesting idea for the show to explore, sometimes I forget just how dark this show actually is but like it’s a comedy but it’s literally about the trauma of death like???

Kids In America - Kim Wilde

I too adore Kim Wilde, Pat.

Dance With Me - Alphaville

RIP Pat Butcher you would’ve loved this song. Like Pat’s a dancing king as has been shown in ALN (one of my favourite episodes O.o) and that’s legit one of my favourite scenes where Pat and the Captain are arguing on the dance floor. I say “naff off, you wazzock” more than is socially acceptable XD

Sweet Caroline - Neil Diamond

Pat was obviously a fan of Sweet Caroline, man was a DJ extraordinaire and a huge football fan therefore obvious. It’s kinda weird to imagine Pat at the local game on a Sunday afternoon but like he definitely did, maybe he took Daley a few times. More of Pat’s life please, Parent Pat plsss.

Radio Ga Ga - Queen

The Grey Lady is one of my absolute favourite episodes cause I think ghosts hunters are a really great concept for an episode and Pat trying to host a radio show is just so incredibly funny. Pat’s little “apologies to those still waiting for the pop quiz” is just so good. But yeah, radio guy.

Video Killed The Radio Star - The Buggles

More radio references but also, I think Pat (and Julian as well) are most indicative of the increasingly rapid passage of time through technology. Like when Pat’s like”knocks the socks off Betamax!!” And Julian says “that must be two CD noms max” or something (I can’t remember exactly what he says). There’s a thing called Moore’s Law that states that technology doubles in capability and halves in price every two years (I know that’s not right but that’s the basic gist don’t come at me) but that means that growth in technological accessibility is increasing at a more rapid pace every year. Anyway, I think watching Pat and Julian struggle with modern technology is so fascinating cause they’re so different to today despite only living a few decades ago.

Together In Electric Dreams - Phil Oakey & Giorgio Moroder

Pat would’ve just missed this and honestly big sad. Such a cheesy song and just pure 80s cringe and I adore it XD But yeah, “we will always be together”.

Dancing in the Moonlight - Toploader

I put this on so many character playlists (I have literally hundreds of private character playlists on my personal spotify, there’s legitimately tons) because it’s just a nice song and yeah, Pat would love it :D

Alright - Supergrass

This was more placed here as something for Pat’s scouts. Like the song is so often used to show young people having fun and being care-free and I just love the image of Pat driving the scouts out into the country and it being a superrrrr long drive and then finally they get off the bus and just run free with this song playing. I loved being in Scouts and most of the Masters were so much fun and I just really wanna see more of Pat making sure his scouts have a great time!!

Come On Eileen - Dexys Midnight Runners

(Dexys Midnight Runners are actually the reason behind my username on here…) But yeah just the 80s personified this song. And I hope your proud of me for not making the classic Australian Radio joke I always make when this song comes up… XD

December, 1963 (Oh What A Night) - Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons

Pat was born in 1945/6, right?? Well then he would’ve turned 18 in 1963. I always forget that Pat was not just an 80s guy like he was a teen in the 50s and 60s and then in his 20s in the 70s like that’s sick!! But yeah sorry, this is just a great song!!

(Feels Like) Heaven - Fiction Factory

Pat, my guy. My heart breaks in that scene where Pat really thinks he’s going to heaven. My. Heart. Breaks. I’m assuming the ghosts don’t know what happens when you “move on” but Pat immediately assumes upon seeing a bright light that that’s it for him?? Maybe it’s just based on films and pop culture that he’s aware of?? Or maybe it’s just because he was emotional and had had a massive revelation of sorts and assumed he would move on??

You Make Me Feel (Mighty Real) - Jimmy Somerville

Just a good song againnnnnnnnn, but also since Alison turning up like how incredible would it be to finally have a living breathing human who you can talk to. Like how real would that make you feel?? Like okay Jimmy, come back to me once you've been dead 40 years and meet a woman who half died and can now see you, then that's real!! XD

Don’t You (Forget About Me) - Simple Minds

I feel like Pat more than anyone is concerned about being forgotten but is also one of the least likely to be forgotten for the time being. Like he has a whole family who won’t forget him for at minimum two generations in addition to God knows how many scouts who will clearly not forget him. He passed on skills that they will pass on to others who will pass on to others like one day his name will be forgotten but not what he imparted onto the world. Okay got philosophical but yeah, you shan’t be forgotten any time soon Pat!!

Top Gun Anthem - Harold Faltermeyer & Steve Stevens

A great film, good choice Pat.

Wake Me Up Before You Go Go - Wham!

1980s icon George Michael. Just a fun song.

Somewhere in My Heart - Aztec Camera

Pat still loves Carol despite what she did to him… That is either an incredibly emotionally mature man or a man in denial who knows?? But this song is just so lovely, like it feels very pure and uncomplicated if that makes sense.

I’m Still Standing - Elton John

Having just said that, I feel like this is part is just kind of a fuck you. Like just a moment to be like ‘i’m still living (hehe dying) a good life (hehe death) despite what you did to me.'

The Wanderer - Status Quo

This is the song that plays when Pat gets into the bus after being shot. It’s basically just about being a player and hitting on loads of women, so not particularly relevant but it’s still a good song and I genuinely find that scene really eerie and yeah, *shudder* just find it weird.

[smolbeandrabbles]

Last Christmas - Martin x Reader (Untogether)

🎄Holiday Fic 3🎄

GIF CREDIT: X

Author’s Note: As @mandy23b​ came up with the same song for Martin, I think it makes sense that he gets the fic written, don’t you? Although I know she’d like me to list the original version... Due to the nature of the fic I’ve written I think that the duet version by the Glee cast is a better fit. But, you know, you can have Wham! too...

Note: I realise that Tara wouldn’t be going to a Christmas party, but she might go to a Holiday party, right? 

Disclaimer: lyrics not mine / Untogether characters not mine... it’s the end of the year I’m getting very lazy with these disclaimers... 😅

Premise: Both at a party you don’t want to be at, with people you might rather be with, maybe Martin & you can find solace in an accidental meeting...

Words:  2372

Warnings: drinking / swearing 

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Once bitten and twice shy I keep my distance, but you still catch my eye Tell me, baby, do you recognize me? Well, it's been a year, It doesn't surprise me (Merry Christmas!) I wrapped it up and sent it With a note saying, "I love you, " I meant it Now, I know what a fool I've been But if you kissed me now I know you'd fool me again Last Christmas, I gave you my heart But the very next day you gave it away This year, to save me from tears I'll give it to someone special A crowded room, friends with tired eyes I'm hiding from you, and your soul of ice My god, I thought you were someone to rely on Me? I guess I was a shoulder to cry on A face on a lover with a fire in his heart A man under cover but you tore me apart Now, I've found a real love you'll never fool me again...

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This was possibly the worst party you’d ever been to. Not because it was a bad party, at least you didn’t guess it could have been, everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. But you knew you wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t the Holiday party of one of your very best friends. You hadn’t even taken off your jacket yet, because you weren’t so intent on staying either. The main reason for that was probably obvious to nearly everyone else here – your ex was also present, and he was doing a very good job of flaunting himself. To every other girl here. You wanted to be left alone so here you were, at the back of the room, nursing a drink. And you hated yourself for watching him. You might have called it off, for a few good reasons but how many times had you taken him back? (Not only that, how many times had he called it off, only to beg for your forgiveness?!) Enough was enough! So he was of course intent on showing you what you were missing. And you hated that it was working. You took another sip of your drink – what was stopping you from leaving? The hope you’d get drunk enough to wake up with him tomorrow? Take him back one more time? Why were you even intent on thinking that? It was ludicrous. And you wished your brain wasn’t leading you down that road. Your eyes scanned the room again – but all your very best friends were chatting away and having a good time, and you weren’t sure you wanted to be the downer of the situation. You sighed in discontent, and pushed yourself away from the wall. Yes he’d noticed you watching him, and you’d noticed his several attempts to catch your eyes too. But it was time to go. Save you doing something horrendously stupid. You tipped back your glass once more and left it on a table, checking your bag for everything you started towards the door out – only turning at the last moment to think better of it; that you better at least say goodbye to your best friend and ‘thank’ them for the invite before you just left. You picked the wrong moment to do that, as the next thing you knew you had crashed into someone. “AH! Shit! I’m sorry!!” You were taken aback by the Australian twang of a man who was clearly paying as much attention to where he was going as you were. “Oh. I… It’s okay, I wasn’t looking where I was going…!” He chuckled, looking back to the party, “That makes two of us…” though that smile on his face was one you recognised from your own face, and you turned to follow his eyeline. He was watching a younger woman, with long dark hair and a pretty smile. Oh. Wow. He really is just like me! Shit! You turned back to him and studied his face for a moment, before he looked back to you; “Sorry! Martin-!” You smiled gently “Y/N…” You nodded back to the girl, “She’s… very pretty.” “…Yeah.” His laugh seemed ironic; “…We’re not…” anymore was missing – it was clear they hadn’t arrived together, or he’d be over there with her right now. “…That’s okay. I… got a similar thing going on.” “Well, that’s f**king stupid.” Martin turned back to you, “Who breaks up with you?!” “…Oh…!” your face heated up, “I broke up with him. This time.” He fell silent and looked to the floor for a moment; “…I see.” Then he swallowed, “You here for him?” “Not exactly.” “Oh.” He got quiet again, but raised his eyes back to you bashfully. They were pretty and blue, flecked irregularly with brown. “N-N-No. I mean I…” You turned, so this time Martin could follow your eyeline “It’s not like I haven’t been watching him all night…” Martin tilted his body to see around you, he muttered something you didn’t quite hear – but thought was probably a funny quip. “I was just on my way out.” “Oh. No. I just crashed into ya, let me get you a drink at least.” “You don’t need to-” He took your arm gently in his; “Yeah I know, but it’s better than being here alone, and pining for people who clearly have better things to do – right?” You refuted pining but thought he might have a point; “…O…Okay…” ** You sat together at the bar and Martin took expert note of your order; “Put the purse away.” “Martin I can’t just let you-“ “Away...” He put his hand over yours and payed himself “That’s very sweet, thank you.” “Thank me? You’re the one that’s drinking with me-! You were going to leave! I should, rightfully, be thanking you...” The bartender poured and left you to it, you clinked glasses - “Here’s to troublesome exes!” “And hopefully a good Christmas-!” “Oh-! For sure!” You got talking, and you found there was a lot about this guy that you had met so coincidentally that you actually really liked. It was almost like you forgot that you had really come here for a party and that this wasn’t some kind of blind date set up. “...No way! You were in a band!?” “Yeah-! Well, still in one! But I guess now we’re a little less successful than we were…” “Oh go on! Who?!” “Oh, it’s fairly obscure...!” “Tell me anyway!” So Martin did; and you clapped your hand onto his arm “NO! WAY!” You laughed “Yeah! I remember, couple of really great hits-! Hold up...” You dug around in your bag for your phone, finding the track list you knew you had on a playlist, and turning it to him; “Oh god!” He laughed, “Yeah that’s us!” “And you’re the singer-!? Oh now I should be asking for an autograph!” You laughed, “...And you’re still going..?” “We’ve done a couple of gigs here and there yeah...” “How could I possibly miss them!?” You leant on your hand, still giggling, “Well, you won’t now. Will ya-!” “No way in hell-! I’ll be there! Front row!!” “Oh-!” Martin laughed, “I’m holding you to that promise-! I’ll be very disappointed if I don’t see ya!” And then he flashed you this smile that was almost breath taking, and for probably the first time this evening, the presence of your ex completely left your mind. And you weren’t sure if you were really conscious of how you were looking at Martin, either.

Call this cliché but what if I’ve just accidentally found a man into me at a Holiday party!? Especially when you knew how into him you were.

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The party must have been slowing down at least a little (its not like you were paying attention to the time anymore) because you were suddenly aware of the presence beside you, and you both turned towards it. Then you remembered exactly where you were and almost had a full-on heart attack. Your ex-boyfriend was standing there, look on his face you recognised so well, that awfully sweet face that would attempt to drag you back in at the slightest hesitation in your own protests. He eyed Martin for a second, like he wasn’t worth your time, and turned back to you with a scoff; “Really? This guy!? Come on babe - let’s go, I’ll take you home!” Instantly you hesitated, and Martin wasn’t about to let you even think about saying yes; “She’s fine.” Your ex shot him a look that said he wasn’t welcome in this conversation; “She can answer for herself!” You looked between them, both glaring at each other, and realised what Martin was doing - he was giving you a voice you were a little too timid to give yourself. You took a breath, because you didn’t want to be dealing with a bar fight, and gave your answer, “No... thank you.” Your ex gave a momentary expression of shock and you thought Martin might have too, was he not obviously trying to remain stoic. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s go...” he took your hand, “it’ll be fine... see...” he was dangerously close to being able to pull you from your seat, “You don’t wanna be with him, do you?” “I-” well, did you freely admit to Martin that you really did want to be with him-!? You were scared of the outcome of that too! “Let’s get out of here...” Even his voice was sweet as sugar. And for all those side jabs at him, Martin didn’t stand to retaliate for his own pride; “She says she’s fine. Mate.” He took an intimidating enough step toward to have your ex drop your hand and take a step back, Martin followed him to get between the two of you, protectively. But he kept in your exes face.

And that’s when your ex decided to turn nasty; knowing he would have to back down. “Fine, f**king have her.” He spat “she’s pretty frigid anyway.” “HEY!” Martin turned him back, but your ex yanked his arm away; “Don’t you dare f**king talk about a woman like that in front of me.” He did nothing but scoff, and turned to go - probably to pick up someone a little more inebriated. “What a f**king asshole...” Martin sat back down, and you thought he might repeat the ‘really!? That guy!?’ phrase, but he just shook his head like he couldn’t fathom why people needed to behave that way. You stared at him for a moment, and then began beaming - Martin had no reason to do that for you, but he had. “Thank you... I think you just stopped me from doing something really stupid!” Martin turned back with a smile of his own, to let you know he had absolutely no problem standing up to guys like that; “As long as you stop me from doing the same... heck, you already mighta...” He held out his hand for you; “Hell, let’s get outta here!” You looked to it for a moment, then smiled gently and let him pull you to standing. No hesitation as he began to lead you towards the exit, entwining your fingers with his. Martin didn’t seem like a man who was about to take advantage of you. You trusted him already.

***

You stepped into the cold night air, and Martin paused, looking both ways down the street before he let you take the step down. It’d been colder than usual - leaving frost, and at times ice, across the pavement. He studied your shoes. “Keep hold of my hand, alright...” His voice was low and reassuring, “... I don’t want you to slip...” “Thank you! Chivalry clearly isn’t dead quite yet.” “Ha! I will do my best to singlehandedly keep it alive...” He held his arm out for you to take, reaching out for him you surveyed the scene for yourself - looking up to watch the frost sparkle on the streetlights, and suddenly your face fell. “Aw, shit.” “What!?” He followed your eyes and immediately spotted the mistletoe; “Aha!” Martin’s laugh was a little nervous, verging on embarrassed “Now what idiot put that there!” You kept your hand in his, “We could always pretend we didn’t see it?” But you knew that you were voicing that with the sole purpose of testing his reaction. “True. But why miss out?” His voice teased the same thing yours did as his eyes lowered back to yours. “And why indeed?” He took your other hand delicately in his, and to prove you were serious this time it was you that laced your fingers together.

He let you pull him to you, so close you were nearly touching, warm breath stirring the cold night air. “I promise I’m a better kisser than I look!” He gave a wink that made you giggle, “I, Uh... I guess I’ll judge that for myself.” “Oh, yeah, sorry!” Martin leant in slow, and you both closed your eyes as your lips met. His hands left yours, and you relinquished your grip on him as they travelled slowly down your arms, and pulled you in closer. There was a warmth and tenderness to this kiss that you couldn’t remember feeling before. And you wanted to remain there in that warmth for longer than was probably appropriate for two almost total strangers kissing... You broke apart just as slowly, and his smile was sweet and satisfied. “...Yeah...” you breathed; “I guess you are good at this...!” “Ah... one more - a kiss goodnight?” His suggestion was innocent, and you agreed - this time pulling him back to you. There was a little more fire to this one - and it rushed right to your head, and your heart. This time you broke it, with a grin. “I suppose this must be goodnight, Martin.” “Well. I guess I can always walk you home, or to a cab... which way you headed?” It was clear that neither of you really wanted to leave each other company, but you were trying to be polite; “I don’t wanna inconvenience you-!” Martin looked both ways down the street again; “Why not? I got nowhere better to be than walk a lady home this late at night.” You giggled again, and this time did take his arm; “Okay... this way!”

He took your hand back in his and drew it into his jacket pocket to keep you warm. “You were right...” Your voice was quiet and thoughtful, and Martin turned to you curiously; “About what?” “It was a good kiss.” You repeated the sentiment with a smile “I’ll say...” You kept walking and then he suddenly laughed to himself, and then kept laughing. “What’s so funny!?” “No... I just... I’m glad that it all went okay tonight. Save me drinking alone at the bar and getting back into a relationship where she’s already...” he trailed off, “Thank you.” “Oh... Martin... no, thank you... you saved me too...” His grin was bashful and he slowed his walk to keep you looking at him; “Say, Y/N...” “Yes?” You wanted to slow this down too, something about you didn’t want to reach your front door just yet, “Whatcha got going on for Christmas?”

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[a-pretty-nerd]

Wild Ride (Klaus Hargreeves x fem!reader smut)

Request: "The second one is where the kinky fuckery happens. So in the 2nd idea you get to let him be true to his sub heart and dominate his ass so like tie him tf up and peg the boy bc HE WOULD BE SO FUCKING DOWN." ~ @trickkombowerskru

"Would you do a fic about pegging Klaus and then riding him after please 🤠" ~ Anonymous

Wham Bam thank you ma'am 🤘❤

A/N: Oof, so many new Klaus requests! Lets get goin'! As always, your requests and feedback mean the world guys ✌💕

Warnings: NSFW, SEX, bondage, pegging, rough sex, so on and so forth

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Klaus had a funny way of telling you he was feeling on the sub side. He would have this habbit of acting similar to a sad puppy. Sure, Klaus was always a lil sub and femme, but the sexual side always started with something very specific. For example, Klaus would often stuff his face into the crook of your neck and then proceed to plant very sweet and gentle kisses across your flesh. His hands would very slowly creep up your arms until they reached your shoulders. At this point, you would drag your hands down his chest and rest then on his hips. He loves it when you hold him by his hips. It makes him feel safe.

This night in particular, Klaus was feeling very vulnerable and needy. It started, at your desk. Where you sat and tried your best to finish some leftover work. You heard the footsteps enter your shared room, but they stopped very suddenly. You paused, and listened. When you heard nothing you asked,

"Klaus?"

"Yes, sunshine?" He cooed. He reached his hands around the chair and rested them firmly on your shoulders. He leaned forward and rested his chin on your shoulder where he kissed your cheek.

"Are you about ready for bed?" You asked. Klaus took a deep breath before he stood back up, and then took a few steps before swinging his leg around you so he sat down in your lap. Your hands instinctually sat on in hips.

"Not really." He was already half naked, nothing but a pair of briefs decorated with eccentric colors and patterns. If that wasn't distracting enough, what laid beneath was. A smile stretched across your lips as you ran your hands down his thighs, back up and then down to his ass. You groped him as you watched him from above. He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath of pleasure as you ran your fingers over his flesh.

"Is someone a little sensitive today?" You asked. Klaus nodded with a small whimper before looking back down at you with a lustfilled gaze. "Well sweetheart, it looks like you'll be keeping me away from my work."

"Oh! You and your work!" Klaus huffed like a fustrated house wife, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You know what that means, don't you?" Klaus relaxed and nodded again. You pulled him a little closer to gently kiss and nibble his neck before harshly slapping his ass. It made him jump and whimper with glee. "I'll have to punish you."

Klaus made his way to bed a little too quickly. He laid down on his back while you removed rope from the bottom drawer of the bedside table. Klaus watched you strattle him to keep him down as you leaned over to tie his wrists to the headboard of your bed. He tried to pull out of them to test it, but at this point, you had gotten too good for him to break free. Where you sat, you could already feel his bulge grow against your ass.

You pulled yourself off of him and proceeded to rumage through the bottom drawer where you kept all your toys and other dirty artifacts. Finally, you removed a bottle of lube and placed it firmly on the bedside table.

"What are you going to do?" He asked with a fake sense of fear, playing along as he loved to do. You smiled as you finished getting completely undressed. You didnt answer until you finally pulled out the belt and dildo.

"I'm gonna fuck you senseless." Klaus's eyes practically lit up. You strapped the belt and dildo onto yourself before climbing back over him on the bed. You leaned over and gave him a password and heated kiss before you sat up again. Adjusting yourself so the cock strapped to you sat at his lips. "Go on." You told him. He looked up at you with his big eyes as he licked his lips and parted them slowly. You loved how sweet and vulnerable he looked as he took in the head, and began sucking and licking. Soon, his was bobbing his head up and down, taking in as much as he could until you placed your hand st the back of his head and pressed it all the way down to the base. He made a muffled made as he stayed there for a moment, looking up at you once again. Finally you pulled it out and away, leaving a string of spit running down his chin. "Fuck, you're practically bursting out of these, aren't you?" You asked as you sat between his legs and saw his struggling boner in his underwear.

"Mmhm." He moaned. You placed a hand st the visible based and ran it across his twitching length. He let out a sharp breath as he closed his eyes. You smiled and finally pulled them off and down his legs. His cock sprung free almost enthusiastically, if you could call a dick enthusiastic. Klaus's almost always was. Especially when he was be teased and dominated. You took it in your hand and stroked it a few times before running your thumb across the tip a few times. You felt a small amount of precum leak from it.

You looked up at him, his head back against the headboard with his eyes closed, enjoying your touch. He opened them and looked down at you when you removed your hand, curiously watching you. You took the bottle of lube and poured a small amount in your hand before snaking your fingers down to his ass. Klaus's eyes trailed back up to the ceiling where he then closed them as you inserted one of your fingers inside. He gave a content moan as you began to finger him with a second. He bent his knees and spread them to give you more room.

"Ready?" You asked him. He smiled and gave a nod, his eyes still closed. You poured lube across the dildo and stroked it a few times before positioning it at his entrance. You slowly pressed in, which made his jaw drop.

"Ohhhh fuuuuuck." He gasped as you pressed further and further into him until your reached the base. You stayed still from just a moment before you started to move. Slowly thrusting in and out of him as he gave soft moans and whimpers. "Fuck, baby." He moaned and you started to move faster, harder. Finally getting into the motion as you started to fuck him. He held his legs up higher for you to get deeper, hitting his G-spot. It made his eyes roll into the back of his head as he moaned your name loudly. "Oh god, yes!" He cried as you slammed your hips into his ass. At one point reached to scratched down his thighs which made him hiss with pleasure. "Oh oh I'm gonnna- mmgh I'm gonna cum!" He cried. You pulled back quickly, pulling out of him and sitting above as you watched him groan and squirm uncomfortably.

"Not just yet, darling." You unstrapped the belt and tossed it aside on the bed. Klaus watched you with a small pout before he bit his lip and gave another satisfied moan as you pressed a buttplug into him. You the poured lube on his cock, stroking him a few times before strattling him once again. This time, sliding his cock deep inside of you as you gave a small moan of pleasure. You started bouncing on him, slowly rocking your hips on him.

"Ohhh god, thats good." He grunted as you rode him. "Thats it, fuck me" He practically shouted. You held out your hand wrapped it around his neck. He gave a small chuckle as you choked him gently. You panted and moan uncontrollably as you fucked him, rocking the mattress against the wall so it made a repeated creeking sound. You felt warmth rush over you body as you got closer and closer. Klaus started to struggle against his restraints. Normally, when you rode him he loved to hold you and feel you. But not he was unable to, and it annoyed him more than anything else.

"Oh fuck." You moaned loudly as you continued to ride him. He gazed up at you and watched you, your eyes closed, pleasure and need flowing through your veins.

"Yes baby cum, cum on my cock." He encouraged, the closer he got, the more he broke the character from foreplay. The more he just needed and wanted to release. Your jaw dropped as your orgasm washed over you, pushing Klaus closer to his as he threw his head back. He closed his eyes tightly and grit his teeth as he came shortly after you. You sat there panting for a moment, thouroughly spent. You lifted yourself off of Klaus and fell down bedside him. He huffed with a giggle.

"Mh, I needed that." You smiled.

"Me too." Klaus panted with a satisfied smile. "Say, would you mind?"

"Oh yeah." You untied him, cleaning and tossing all used items back inside the drawer before closing it, and plopping back into bed. Klaus snuggled up to you, giving you a sweet kiss.

"Mmh. You're so good to me." He cooed.

"You're good to me." You smiled back before sharing another loving kiss.

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

S.T REWRITE - S1:E8; Chapter Eight, The Upside Down - [Pt. 4 - FINAL PART]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

Dr. Brenner holds Hopper and Joyce for questioning while the boys wait with Eleven in the gym. Y/n struggles with her newfound discovery, and contemplates her feelings for Will.

A//N: awww this is it!!! Squee! Also, i almost added the scene where Hopper leaves the eggos but i am super tired and my main priority was the reunion between the gang and Will and I figured, you guys know what happened. El's alive, we all know this. anyway, enjoy!

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||Reader's POV||

We finally made it to safety in one of the science classrooms. At least, it was the best we could do under the circumstances.

It would do. For now.

Dustin carried El to the back of the classroom and placed her on one of the black tables, meanwhile Lucas helped me sit down and I opted to sit on the ground, back against the cabinet so that if I passed out I would be closer to the ground.

I panted and my head bobbed up and down as I tried to fight unconsciousness.

Dustin and Lucas lingered around me, but I gestured towards El.

"She- I'll be fine. She, she's the one, you need to worry about."

I closed my eyes and let my head rest against the cabinet and I focused on the voices of my friends to stay awake.

"Just hold on a little longer, okay?" Mike said. "He's gone. The bad man's gone. We'll be home soon, and my mom... she'll get you your own bed. You can eat as many Eggos as you want."

There was a pause and I could hear El sniffling.

Mike continued. "And we can go to the Snow Ball."

There was more sniffling and I heard El whimper. "Promise?"

My eyes fluttered open and I looked to Mike who was holding El's hand and I could see a hint of fear in his eyes.

"Promise."

The lights were still flickering and they only got faster when we heard the awful sound of the Demogorgon. It was getting closer.

We stayed as silent as possible, knowing it was only right outside.

WHAM

The door slammed to the ground, ripped right off its hinges and the disgusting creature we had been running from stood before us.

It was a long slimy figure, a purplish grey and it let out a growl that could only be described as an echo reverberating off of tin.

"Go, go, go, go!"

I scrambled to my feet in fear, and Dustin and Mike began screaming at Lucas for the wrist rocket.

I scrambled over so that I was standing in front of El protectively.

Lucas scrambled inside his backpack for his slingshot and moved to the front.

"Get the rocks! Get the rocks! Get the rocks!" Mike shouted as him and Dustin fished through his backpack.

While his hands were still searching for the rocks, Dustin turned to shout in Mike's face, his voice squeaking. "I'm getting the rocks!"

"Give me one!" Lucas ordered!

He drew back the wrist rocket as Dustin and Mike shouted frantically and released. It missed and the Demogorgon stalked towards us.

It roars in anger.

I grasped the table, trying to not fall over. Not sure what I would pass out from first; exhaustion or fear.

"Give me another one!"

"Kill it! Bastard!"

"Kill it! Go, go, go, go!"

"Kill it now!"

He releases and it hits. The monster is unfazed. The boys hand Lucas more ammo.

"Get, get, get... come on, kill the bastard!"

"It's not working!"

"Hit him again!"

"Kill him!"

"Keep going! Come on!"

"Get, get, get..."

It continues to stalk towards us.

It opens its mouth, or rather head by the looks of it. Lucas draws back and releases.

Just as the rock hits the Demogorgon its thrown back across the classroom and is pinned against the chalkboard.

We stare in awe and suddenly is dense movement out of the corner of my eye.

El walks confidently past us and towards the monster.

Mike runs after her. "Eleven, stop!"

Without looking, she throws her hand back and Mike is thrown to ground and against the cabinet. He sits against it in a daze, the wind knocked out of him.

We all stare, frozen as she walks up to the beast. It writhes against the chalkboard and she calmly looks over her shoulder to us.

Tears begin to fall once more when she speaks.

"Goodbye, Mike." She looks to me and smiles sadly. "Thank you, [Y/N]."

My vision is blurry but I can make out El's figure as she turns back to face the monster.

"No more." She states softly.

She raises her hand and the monster begins to cry out in pain.

The noise was too much for me to bare and I quickly covered my ears, I could see the boys do the same.

She let out a scream and she was engulfed by the ashes of the Demogorgon and just like that, she was gone.

We all stood in shock and pain as we shared at the spot where she once stood.

Ashes flitted around the room and settled all around the classroom.

I knew that was it, and there was nothing more that could be done. Which is why it broke my heart all the more when Mike jumped to his feet and began looking for her.

"El? El?"

"Eleven?"

"El?"

"El, where are you? Eleven? El?"

I turned to Dustin, tears freely falling from both of us, we embraced and I cried into his shoulder at the loss of another friend.

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We all stood out in the parking lot of the school. Multitudes of police cars and ambulances were surrounding the school. Some of the paramedics had checked my vitals and given me a shock blanket.

Dustin and I were waiting for our mom knowing she had been notified by now.

The Sinclair's had met up with Lucas and they went home.

I leaned against the side of the ambulance as I sat in the back. It was silent between the two of us. That is until Dustin broke the tension.

"So, when the hell where you gonna tell us you have superpowers?" Dustin said weakly with a hint of fake anger.

Without moving my head, I looked up at my brother.

"Give me a break, I didn't even know until we got split up and I lost my bike."

"You what?" He asked incredulously.

"I would have told you sooner Dustin, but we kinda had your hands full. Ya know, running from the government and all?" I snapped defensively.

My stomach grumbled and I looked to my brother. "I'm sorry, I'm just really hungry, and sad, and completely exhausted." I chuckled half-heartedly.

"[Y/N]? Dustin? Oh, my babies! Come here!"

We looked to see mom speed walking towards us, her arms outstretched.

"Good luck telling, mom." Dustin whispered before she could hear, earning a quick glare from me.

Suddenly, I was engulfed in her embrace, partly squished up against Dustin since she hugged us both.

I couldn't help but embrace her. I nuzzled my head into her shoulder as she hugged us tightly, forgetting how safe I always felt in her arms.

||Will's POV||

When I came to, all my senses picked up on things before my eyes could open. I could feel the gentle flow of oxygen into my nose and the beeping of a familiar sounding machine.

I vaguely remember my mom and another man, the chief I think, finding me.

My eyes fluttered open and I saw my mom and Jonathan sitting at my bedside.

Mom was quick to notice I woke up and she lit up immediately. Jonathan followed suit.

"Hey." She said softly. "Hi, sweetheart."

"Hey,"

Mom began running her fingers through my hair, something she'd always to do to comfort me when I'm sick.

I smiled when I saw them, glad to be with them again.

"Where... where am I?"

Mom and Jonathan shared a relieved look and Jonathan grabbed my hand.

"You're home. You're home now. You're safe." Jonathan said a smile on his face as he began to cry.

"Jonathan." I said happily, knowing he was really here.

"Yeah, it's me, buddy." He sighed. "We missed you. We really missed you."

I noticed his other hand and the splotchy bandages around his palm and I frowned.

"Are you okay?"

He smiled and gestured to his hand.

"What, this? It's just a cut. It's nothing."

They both started to cry again, but they were chuckling softly.

I looked back at my mom, who was smiling through tears as she continued to run her hand through my hair and I smiled tiredly at her.

"Oh, hey, uh..." I looked to Jonathan when he spoke, grabbing something from off the floor. "We, uh... we brought you some stuff..."

I noticed it was a box of my things from home.

"so you don't get bored in here, so..." He reached into the box and pulled out a cassette tape. "Uh, I made you a new mixtape. There's some stuff on there I think you really might like."

I smiled fondly at my family, silently thanking them for all they had done.

"Oh, and uh," Jonathan looked at mom and they shared a look before he reached in the box again and pulled out a very familiar duck.

"[Y/N] insisted that we bring you this. She wanted you to have it while you're in here. To keep you company when she can't, is what she said." He chuckled fondly and I blushed, reaching for the duck I had won for her all those years ago.

"I-is she here?"

Mom rubbed my arm and smiled down at me.

"Yeah, baby, she's here. So is everybody else, everybody has missed you so much."

"When can I see them?"

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"Byers!"

All my friends burst through the door at once and ran to the side of my bed.

Mike was first to get there and he leaned down to hug me which I gladly accepted. Lucas did the same.

"Be careful. Be careful with him." Mom cautioned.

"Move!"

I see a pair of hands rip Lucas and Mike off of me and pull them aside and I see Dustin who quickly dives in for a hug.

I gladly pat his back when he leans down to hug me.

I try my best to follow along when they all start talking at once.

"You won't believe what happened when you were gone, man." Lucas started.

"It was mental." Dustin exclaimed.

It was then that I saw over his shoulder, it was [Y/N] and she seemed to be in shock and but she still followed behind the guys and stood quietly, listening to them ramble.

I blushed when we made eye contact and she smiled warmly at me.

"You had a funeral." Lucas continued, which quickly grabbed my attention.

"Jennifer Hays was crying."

"And Troy peed himself."

"What?" I laughed.

"Yeah, right after [Y/N] yelled at him in front of the whole school, too! It was awesome." Dustin exclaimed.

[Y/N] laughed at the comment and looked at her feet and it only made my heart beat slightly faster. I only hoped the heart monitor didn't give me away.

I started laughing at the thought of Troy peeing himself in front of the whole school and the laughter quickly turned into coughing.

My coughing made everyone fall silent, and then Mike nudged me.

"You okay?"

I nodded and looked at him. "It got me. The Demogorgon."

"We know. It's okay. It's dead." I looked at Mike when he said this. "We made a new friend. She stopped it. She saved us. But she's gone now."

Mike seemed to get sad when he talked about her. Then Dustin spoke up.

"Her name's Eleven."

"Like the number?" I asked.

"Well, we call her El for short," Lucas added.

"She's basically a wizard."

Suddenly Lucas got quiet and whispered so that only we could hear.

"She has superpowers."

"More like a Yoda." Mike added.

"Speaking of superpowers, [Y-" Dustin was cut off by [Y/N] elbowing him harshly and I frowned in confusion.

"She flipped a van with her mind, and these agents were trying to shoot us-"

I listened in awe as I caught bits and pieces of what they were saying. The guys were all talking over each other.

"Yeah, it flipped over us-"

"Them she squeezed the brains out of their heads-"

"And blood was pouring out of their faces."

"Ew" I couldn't help but laugh at how excited Dustin was about that part.

"Agents started grabbing us and stuff-"

"And then they were knocked back because [Y/N]- Ow!"

"Not yet!" She mumbled to Dustin.

"And then Demogorgon shot out of the wall- it was insane!"

"Hey, boys," Mom called out.

They all quieted down.

"I hate to do this, but it's pretty late. And Will needs his rest. But I promise you guys can come to visit tomorrow, straight after school if you want to." She smiled.

They all frowned and each of them leaned down to hug me again and they said their goodbyes.

Mom walked them out of the door, asking if any of them needed a ride.

[Y/N] was the only one who lingered.

She shyly turned to face me and I smiled at her and she gladly reciprocated.

Not knowing what else to say, my nerves getting the best of me I spoke up. "Thank you for the duck,"

She smiled warmly once more. "Of course. It's always been a sense of comfort for me, figured you need it more than I do."

I smile at her, not wanting this moment to end despite the awkward pauses. It was worth it.

She was worth it.

"I'm really glad you're back Will."

I couldn't believe what happened next.

She leaned down, and I assumed she was going to give me hug as the guys did, but then I felt a pair of soft lips on my cheek and she pulled back, blushing almost as hard as I was.

She started to back away and she was almost out of the room when she looked back at me and smiled. She looked at her feet shyly and then she was gone.

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Hewwoo it's me again, I hope I'm not bothering you ;w; I just really like your writings! Could I request for a scenario between student council!you and badboy!ravn? I just get the badboy vibe from him ahshsjdk the genre is up to you, I love everything that you post uwu thank you!

A/N: You’re joking right? You are not bothering me at all lovely! I’m happy that you enjoyed my writing enough that you wanted to request once more. That brings me so much joy! 🥺💖 This concept has caused me to create the (almost) perfect scenario! I hope you enjoy reading it my dear! 💓

Genre: Angst with a fluffy ending

Warning!: Slight vulgarity

You wanted the floor to swallow you and never allow you to see the break of dawn again. You, the Vice President of the student council, were outside the principal’s office to be scolded. Why you may ask? Because of the biggest douchebag in the school, Kim Youngjo, who prefers to be called Ravn.

How it all happened was idiotic to say the least. You knew you should have just been the bigger person. But, what Ravn said was hurtful. His friend was no better but, sadly, his words affected you the most. You wished you could rewind time but that’d be too much to ask for.

You and the rest of the student council were having a bake sale. Over the weekend you all made some sugary treats to sell for new football uniforms and, hopefully, new textbooks. In your opinion, the latter would do more good. But no one would acknowledge your opinion.

You were considered the “nerdy b****” who needed to get laid. Or needed to have a Valium and then get laid.

Anyway, your reason for being somewhere you would only be if you had an issue to convey with the principal was simple. You hit the idiot of a jock, Ravn (you snarl at the thought of him), in the back of his precious letterman jacket with a cupcake.

“If the nerdy b**** wants to make money then she should just lay on her back,” you heard one say as the muscle head jocks strolled by.

“Or get on her knees,” muttered Ravn.

His fellow douchebag friends hollared with laughter at his remark. They slapped him on the back as if he scored a three pointer before the blaring of the shot clock.

Your retaliation? You snatched up an innocent cupcake and chucked it at Ravn, perfectly aimed at the jaguar sewed in the middle of his precious varsity jacket.

Ravn could’ve been steaming at the ears from how pissed he looked. If looks could kill, you’d be twelve feet under.

He stalked toward you, having you feel as though you were in the Amazon Rainforest. You stood tall, though. You refused to show any signs of timidity. All through your high school career you’ve kept quiet, allowing people to do/say anything to you. Now, you were tired of staying quiet. People were gonna hear from you.

Ravn took off his jacket and examined it, all the while clicking his tongue and sucking his teeth. He chuckled dryly as he saw the cupcake holding onto his jacket. He took it off and spun it around his long fingers.

“Very funny of you. Now…I wonder…if this little cupcake can hold on to my jacket…maybe it can hold onto the slimy strands of your oily hair.”

WHAM!

You gasped in horror. You blinked slowly, trying to comprehend the situation while also keeping your cool. But it was disappearing by the second.

Ravn went ahead and smacked the cupcake on the top of your head. Everyone around you two were silent, their anticipation for what was to come stinking the air.

Soon enough, you two engaged in a food war. You launched cupcakes at him while Ravn threw slices of cake, decorating the corner of the cafeteria you had with cavity-producing sweets.

Now, you two were sitting outside the principal’s office, awaiting your punishments. You knew you were in for it once your parents got called. The disappointment they’d feel was gonna be unbearable. To keep from crying, you dug your nails into your flesh. Whenever they slid over your flesh, you’d sink them back in. The cycle would repeat when needed.

“Stop that!” A voice exclaimed. “You’re making your skin red.”

A warm hand touched you. You jumped away as if you got burned.

Ravn leaned back. Wide-eyed, he raised his hands slowly, trying to appear harmless.

You huffed, placing your chin in your open hand. You focused your eyes on the clock ahead, hoping to zone out as you watched the second hand tick by.

“Listen. What happened back at lunch didn’t have to go down like that. Obviously, we could have handled things differently.”

“Oh, like me allowing you and your dumb jock friends to belittle and degrade me with voices loud enough for me to hear. Yeah, I’m sure that would’ve been a preferred scenario for you, huh?”

“Sweetheart, you and I both know that’s not what I meant.”

“Don’t call me that!” You whipped around to look st him, your gaze fiery. “You lost your chance to call me any cute pet names the minute you started acting differently at the start of this school year.”

Ravn sighed heavily, his shoulders dropping. “I never meant to treat you like a nobody.”

“Then what did you mean exactly, Youngjo? Because how you mistreated me was awful! All summer we hung out, sharing little bits about ourselves, staying up talking until God-awful hours in the night.” Despite your efforts to keep them at bay, tears spilled. “You took my first kiss.”

You quickly wiped your face, sniffling your emotions back up. “So, you didn’t just treat me like a nobody. You’ve treated me like a summer fling.”

You needed to remain strong. But all you did was appear strong for these past two months, having to constantly see the boy who owned your heart despite you fighting the reality of it. You were tired now. The act was becoming exhausting.

Suddenly, two hands took possession of your cheeks. You tried to jerk away, but the hands simply tightened their hold.

“Don’t fight me right now, angel. I just need to look into your eyes while I say this.” He then started rubbing the tear streaks away with the pads of his thumbs. And that action alone was how he got you under his control.

Ravn leaned in closer, licking his lips nervously as he gazed into your eyes with his dark brown ones. “Sweetheart, I know I screwed up. No…I f***** up. Babygirl, you became my gravity over the summer. You held me down more than I could say for any of the people I hang out with and call my ‘friends’. You been there for me more than my own parents. You understand me. And, the moments you don’t, you take the time to try.”

He was closer than ever now, causing your lips to brush together in the slightest. Just from the ghost of a touch from his pink lips had your breathing becoming shallow. Your body felt like it was vibrating. The pull you felt toward Ravn was impeccable. You felt as though you two were the only ones existing in this moment.

“If you would let me, I would love to make this right, baby. I miss you with every fiber of my being. It takes everything in me not to kiss you in front of all these pricks in this dumb school. Believe me if you want to.”

You sighed shakily. You wanted nothing more than to melt into Ravn and take him back. But, you needed to set some ground rules. You weren’t going to be treated like a fool again.

“One condition.”

“Baby, you could name a thousand. I don’t care. Name it and I’ll do it.”

“Either be your own person or forget us ever becoming more.”

Ravn dropped his gaze. He knew what you were insinuating.

“Your jock friends pressure you to be someone you’re not. You showed me a Ravn over the summer completely different from this Ravn. Look me in my eyes and say this is who you really are and we won’t have to waste each other’s time any longer.”

Ravn shifted his eyes to yours. His hands seized yours, bringing them to his lips.

“This isn’t the person I want to be. And I’m truly sorry for Hwanwoong’s comment and mine. It was truly unacceptable. I should’ve defended you instead of engaging in such awful talk about you. I’m really sorry, angel.

He leaned in closer. His gaze deepened, unknowingly pulling you more into its abyss.

“I promise you I will treat you how you’re supposed to be treated from here on out. No matter how long my probation is until I regained your trust I’ll wait. For you, it’s worth it.”

“You really promise?”

“Yes, sweetheart.” He then released one of your hands and made an X where his heart is. “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

A smile slowly appeared on your face. You looked down at your joined hands. Your heart swelled from the familiarity.

You looked back up at Ravn, regaining eye contact. You licked your lips before speaking. Ravn bit his lip, enduring a large amount of stress as he waits for your response. He wasn’t willing to let you go. He wouldn’t be able to go on with his life another second without you with him.

“If you’re hoping to die then, I guess, we can try again at this relationship.” A coy smile took over your features.

Ravn’s eyes grew wide. Simultaneously, a huge smile covered half his face.

“Yes!” He yelled before pulling you out of your seat and wrapping you up in a tight bear hug.

Dried icing fell to the floor like dust off of chalk as your clothes rubbed against each other. But neither of you cared to notice.

“Thank you, babygirl! Thank you! I swear to you I will cherish you like you’re the most precious source of air in the entire world.” His grip grew tighter, causing you to feel secure. The pieces of your self-esteem, happiness, and heart felt like they were put back together as Ravn held you flush to his body.

Once again, you felt that bubbly feeling deep in your belly. The same thrill you felt in the summer is the same as what you’re feeling now. It might have maximized. Because you were finally back in your boyfriend’s arms, feeling right at home.

A/N: Okay this turned really freaking long. But I’m happy with the plot. A big pat on the back for myself if I must say. I’m sorry if you were waiting a long time my dear. But, I sincerely hope you enjoyed reading this darling! 🤗💓

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Alex Manes Week 5

Day 5: Canon, canon divergence, what-ifs, fix-its

Summary: Alex is in the Crashdown on the night of the shooting.

He offered to help Liz close up. The woman looked exhausted after driving to Roswell. The approaching anniversary of Rosa’s death wasn’t making things easier either. So, he figured he could take a broom and sweep a floor to help out. It’s not like anyone was going to come in this late at night anyway. Which explained his near heart attack when he looked up and saw Max Evans in the doorway.

“Holy shit! Jesus Max! How long have you been standing there?”

“Just a few seconds. Not long enough to know that you know all the lyrics to an Ariana Grande song.”

“And you know it’s an Ariana Grande song. What’s your point?”

The two men laughed. Alex had always liked Max. Sure, he was serious and a bit uptight at times, but he loved his family and wanted to do the right thing. He was a good man.

Thinking back on it, Alex knew he shouldn’t have been surprised at what happened. All soldiers developed an almost sixth sense when something was going to turn dangerous. And Alex’s had been screaming at him since he entered the Crashdown. He saw the car out of the corner of his eye, crying out a warning to Max when he saw the gun. Damn, he forgot how much getting shot hurt.

Alex shot up, gasping, shoving away whoever was hovering over him. He reached for his gun, surprised when a familiar pair of arms wrapped around his shoulders.

“Alex? Alex, it’s ok. You’re in Roswell, at the Crashdown Café. Listen to my voice Alex, come back to us.”

“Liz?”

“Yeah. It’s ok, you’re ok.”

He looked down, panicking when he saw the red on his chest. Liz, feeling him tense up, was quick to comfort him.

“It’s fine. It’s tomato sauce. Max said a bullet hit it and you were standing close enough to get covered.”

Max? Looking to his side, Alex saw a very dazed Max sitting against the counter. He knew he hadn’t pushed him that hard. Something wasn’t right here.

Standing outside the door, Alex took a deep breath. Cam had warned him that Michael and Isobel were in there with Max. Which meant things would either go smoothly or go completely off track. He opened the door, smiling at the siblings in front of him. Michael, slouched in the cell when he walked in, straightened, staring at the other man in shock.

“Alex?”

“Hey Guerin. Fun night?”

There it was. Cocky, cowboy Michael Guerin. Alex had to admit; it was one of his favourite masks that Guerin wore. He’d never admit it to Michael but is was kinda hot.

“You know me soldier, never a boring night.”

Max cleared his throat, breaking apart the staring competition between his brother and Alex. Jesus, and he thought the sexual tension between Noah and Isobel was overwhelming.

“How I can help you Alex?”

“I need to talk to you about last night. Specifically, about the fact that I got shot in my chest and yet somehow walked away unharmed.”

“I told you, you didn’t get shot. The attack sent you into a flashback. Only thing hurt was the building.”

“Except, I know what it feels like to be shot, it’s happened to me before. And then, of course, there’s this.”

He pulled down the collar of is loose t-shirt, revealing the glowing handprint on his chest. He heard Isobel sigh behind him. She locked the door, gesturing to Michael, who opened the door of the cell without even touching it. Alex went with it. Still not the weirdest thing he’d seen that day.

“So, tell me the truth. What did you do to me Max?”

“He saved your life.”

“Michael!”

“No Max. We can trust Alex. He’s not his father. We can tell him.”

“Michael is right. Alex is good. A bit messed up, but who in this room isn’t?”

Now Alex would admit that he was lost, watching the three have a silent argument. in front of him. Evidently, from the way he threw his hands in the air and collapsed into his chair, Max lost. Michael grabbed Alex’s hand, pulling him away from his siblings.

“Ok, this is going to sound crazy, but we’re aliens. We came down in the 1947 crash and basically hibernated until twenty years ago. We each have a power. I have telekinesis, Isobel is telepathic, and Max has electromagnetic manipulation. He can also heal people, which is what he did to you last night.”

Alex smiled as he heard Michael mutter thank God under his breath. He needed a second to process this. Aliens, actual aliens in Roswell. And no one else knew about them. Except for one person. Oh God.

“I think my father knows about you. Or suspects at least.”

Max leapt to his feet, his computer screen flickering. Behind him, Isobel narrowed her eyes at Alex, making him take a step back. The last thing he needed after last night with Michael was his sister in his head seeing what they got up to. Thankfully, Michael stood between them, hands held up.

“Hey, no. Let’s hear what he has to say first before you mind wham him.”

The relaxed, deciding to give Michael the benefit of the doubt.

“He bought me here to work on something called Project Shepard. He’s trying to hunt down any aliens, or people he suspects of being aliens in the town.”

“And do what?”

Alex met Max’s eyes, hoping he could see the desperation and honesty in his own.

“I have no idea. But I doubt it’s gonna be throw you guys a party. We need to keep him off your backs.”

“You volunteering Manes?”

“Yes. I’ve spent most of the last ten years hacking foreign intelligence. This would be a cakewalk in comparison.”

Isobel stepped closer, still not trusting Alex.

“I don’t understand. Why protect us? What do you get out of it?”

Alex couldn’t help his glance and shy smile towards Michael, who responded in kind.

“Seriously? Since when? Why was I never told?”

“No one was Iz. With Alex’s father, it was too dangerous for him if it got out. And ten years, if you must know. But since he got back, we’ve been taking it slow, getting to know each other again.”

“And it’s good?”

The two smiled at each other again. Isobel had to admit; it was kind of sweet. They looked happy.

“Yeah, it’s pretty good.”

“I’m so conflicted. I can feel all the happiness and love from Alex, which is kinda amazing. But it’s aimed at my brother which grosses me out. Please stop.”

Alex broke away from Michael’s eyes, confused. Isobel and Michael laughing like hyenas cleared nothing up

“Wait, you can feel me?”

“The handprint. It leaves a psychic bond between you and me. It’ll only last a week or so, but until then, I can feel what you’re feeling and vice versa.”

Alex smirked, deciding to test it out. Max spun to face the wall, not able to look at his brother or his boyfriend.

“Oh God!! No, no! I do not want to feel that! Stop it right now Alex Manes!”

Ok, now he knew why it was so funny.

“And on that amazing note I am out. Michael, look after this one. He could be a bit of fun. And he could save us all. Worth it, right Max?”

Max was still facing the wall.

“You all need to leave. Now. Please?”

Laughing, Alex pulled Michael out of the station, deciding to bring him back to the cabin. Michael pinned him against his car door, needing answers.

“What did you show to Max?”

“Remember, after my second tour, you came to visit me during my extended leave? And we’d emailed each other everything that we wanted to do to each other and all our fantasies. And then we spent that month recreating those emails. Over, and over, and over again?”

“You didn’t?”

“I did. He’s gonna have to get used to it. I’ve had a few more years to come up with some new fantasies Guerin. Haven’t you?”

Alex pushed Michael away, sliding into the driver’s seat. Michael slid into the passenger’s seat a second later, pulling him into a hungry kiss. It was passionate, desperate, intense. Alex pulled away, moving Michael’s hand from his where it had been creeping up his thigh.

“You, Alex Manes, are the devil incarnate.”

“Yeah, but you love me.”

“I really do.”

The next kiss was softer, less passionate, but more emotional, like Michael was trying to prove how much he loved Alex with this one kiss. Alex responded in kind. They pulled away, resting their foreheads together, just enjoying the chance to be together.

“You know I’m not having sex with you while you’re psychically linked to my brother, right?”

“Not too keen on that either, trust me. But we can mess with him, right?”

Michael laughed, pushing Alex away so he could drive them back to the cabin. Sure, they had no idea what was ahead of them. And Alex was placing himself in a stupid amount of danger to save his family. But for now, Michael was going to live in the moment. Everything else could be worried about later. He was going to enjoy spending some quiet time with the man he loved.

And the fact Max couldn’t look him in the eyes for the rest of the week? Totally worth it.

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A View from Behind the Camera - GoT episode 6 x 9 - Battle of the Bastards part 2

It’s time for us to explore another section of the Battle of the Bastards. In my last post we looked at the top of the scene to Ramsey’s line “Do you like games, little man?” We will start from there and end on the section of Rickon’s death. I happen to have a copy of the script as well and I will be following along with it as we go. I will be pointing out things in the script and how they do or do not show up on the screen and how the sentiments changes once in the hands of Miguel Sapochnik. So without further ado away we go! (It’s a long one. Sorry, folks)

We’re starting off this section with a two shot of Ramsey and Rickon. Rickon is blocked in front of Ramsey. Ramsey has his hands on Rickon’s shoulders and he is leaning in to say his next. We cut to a two shot before a reverse one so we are looking down the field at Jon and the Winterfell fight crew (Yeah, that’s what I’m going to call them) while we aren’t technically in Ramsey or Rickon’s POV that is what this shot is. We are in over the shoulder. Then we cut back to the two shot of facing Rickon and Ramsey and we hold here until Ramsey’s line “The sooner you make it to him, the sooner you get to see him again.” It’s important to note that the music that was previous underscoring the scene has gone silent. We have the dialogue and the sound of breathing (which would have been added in post). After the line we do a quick cut to Jon in close up. It’s not an extreme close up but it is pretty close. He is not centered in the shot which is done purposefully. Every shot that Sapochnik uses in the scene is slightly off kilter. This is to really drive home the uncomfortable nature of the situation. We cut back to Ramsey and Rickon in a close up of the same distance as Jon’s previous. Then we cut to the over the shoulder shot of Ramsey and Rickon as Ramsey sends Rickon down the field. 

What I love about the next series of shots is how they build the tension for the viewer. We don’t know what it coming from Ramsey, we know he is up to something and we are all aware enough to know that Rickon is going to be wormfood, We just don’t know how that happens yet. The stage directions in the script at this point are very sparse so this is all Sapochnik painting us a picture. We cut to a shot of Ramsey. We are at an extreme angle and we are shot from below. 

This makes Iwan almost larger than life against a grey background. The script gives us the stage direction of “Rickon turns. He sees the approaching solider, and what he’s carrying: a mean looking longbow and a quiver of arrows.” But that’s not what Sapochnik gives us. He’s still building the tension here so he ignores this set of directions in order to keep that slow burn going. We cut to Rickon’s face, he is visibly scared - the viewer knows there is something over Ramsey’s shoulder just out of frame but we are still kept in the dark about it until we cut back to Ramsey, using the same off kilter extreme angle shot as before but this time the soldier with the bow enters the scene. 

We cut to a wider shot of Rickon starting to run and then a close up of Jon. Jon’s close up is almost split second before we head back to Ramsey. This time we have a two shot of Ramsey and the soldier. Ramsey pulls an arrow. He pauses and stares down the field at Jon. It’s a great directorial choice. We cut once more back to Jon. He turns and runs to his horse, the camera staying steady where it was for the close up. We shift to a closer camera angle as Jon jumps on his horse.

Once Jon charges forth we see that Tormund is behind him. The camera zooms in to focus on Tormund as he moves forward while Jon rides out of the shot. Next we have a close up of Davos on horseback, he is clearly watching Jon ride down the battlefield (And thus ignoring every single strategic bit of advice he was given in the tent scene earlier on.) 

We cut to a long shot of Jon riding down the battlefield. This was most likely shot with a Russian Arm attached to the Land Rover I know they used for this sequence. It allows for a great range of motion and they can match the speed of a horse with it. Jon rides through the shot. What that means is the camera is stationary and Kit rides from one side of the frame to the other. 

Next we cut back to Iwan as he nocks his arrow.  Iwan has been directed to take his time nocking the arrow, to really enjoy it. It is clear that the direction Iwan was given is that you’ve scored ahead in the game. He got Jon to do what everyone told him not to do. Ramsey has the advantage. Extreme close up on Ramsey’s hand as he nocks the arrow which cuts to a shot of Rickon running down the field. The shot starts at his feet and quickly pans up his body so we can see him look over his shoulder at Ramsey. 

Now we have an aerial shot of Rickon running down the field in between the columns of burning bodies on St. Andrew’s Crosses. This is a practical shot and not CGI. The field they are shooting in is honestly this big. Sapochnik gives us this view for two reasons 1. to show the grand scale of the battlefield and 2. to show the viewer that no matter what Rickon is not getting out of this alive. That said, he still ups the ante with the next series of shots. 

We quickly cut to Ramsey as he shoots the first arrow. Then to a shot of Rickon’s feet as he runs hard, that pans up his body until we get to his shoulders. Also we need to note that once again we are giving an off kilter angle for this shot. 

Once the pan reaches his shoulders we cut to a close up of his face. He is scared as hell, panting, and looking over his shoulder. Cut to a wide shot from field angle so we can see the arrow land near Rickon but not close enough to be a danger.  We cut to a frontal shot of Rickon running, where he also trips over his feet. My bet is that was by accident but because he looks organic they kept it in the shot. We cut back to Ramsey and his quiver-bearer. The script tells us “Ramsey nocks another arrow, taking his time. He draws. He fires.” What we get is so much more. First Iwan has been directed to shrug and sigh at the missed first shot. Then he nonchalantly turns and pulls another arrow free. We get a close up of his face at the end of the follow through. Another great facial expression by Iwan. 

We cut to Kit as he thunders down the battlefield. The camera does a slight slow pan with him as he goes. It is clear from his facial expressions and how he is riding that Jon is digging his heels in to get to Rickon. We flip POV and watch from the frontline as Jon continues across the field. We get a wide shot of the distance again, we can see a speck of Rickon as he runs from the other side between the columns of flayed men. Back to a favor on of Ramsey, this time in profile with the arrow nocked and ready to fly. Iwan has been directed to turn his head so that he is not focused on Rickon when he shoots. We cut to a favor on in the frontal position and the he lets the arrow fly, turns his focus back to Jon and Rickon and lowers the bow with a smile. Ramsey is toying with both of them. Also it is important to note that SmallJon Umber and Karstak both had lines and reactions script wise in this section. Sapochink’s choice to leave them on the cutting room floor was the correct one in my opinion. Despite the sheer size of this battle it is an intimate story between two bastards. Jon and Ramsey. How they are foils for one another.

Cut to an over the shoulder shot of Rickon running from Ramsey POV and then to a close up of Rickon from an upward angle. Next we get another aerial shot, this time from a different POV of the field. We see how close Rickon is to Jon. 

Jon actually rides into the frame. Next we have a close up of Jon as he rides, determined, again he is not centered in the shot giving that same off kilter view to the audience. Also it’s important to note that the music has started to build in a minor key and is a steady, droning melody. 

Now we cut to an extreme closeup of Ramsey pulling another arrow from the quiver. This makes the viewer believe this will be the arrow that kills Rickon.

Cut to a running Rickon, again from the below upward angle. Followed by a shot of Jon riding hard now. He’s been directed to twist in the saddle and reach his arm out and down to scoop up Rickon when (if) he reaches him. 

We get a long shot of Kit riding, hand out stretched then a cut to a close up of Rasmey as he prepares to shoot. Pan to an extreme close up of the arrow point to a close up of Rickon running, the sun shining behind his head. Back to close up of Jon to extreme close up of Ramsey in profile to extreme close up the arrow point as he looses to close up of Ramsey in profile again to Rickon and finally to the arrow landing in the ground close to Rickon. 

The shots in the sequence come faster and faster as Sapochnik builds the tension to it’s pinnacle. When we see the arrow land on the ground the audience is lured into a false sense that Rickon will make it. That Jon will scoop him up and ride him back to safety at the frontline. The music stops with the sound of the arrow breaking as Rickon runs it over. 

We get a POV shot from Jon’s knee of his horse’s head as the ride toward Rickon then a wide shot view shot of the battlefield were we see the Stark Boys getting closer still. 

Cut to Rickon and then wham, arrow through the heart. This is the insidious genius of Sapochnik. He has lured the viewer into a false sense of rightness. We inherently believe in the power of things coming in threes so a fourth arrow is out of the normal pattern. Also this is the only time we don’t see Ramsey shoot. It comes out of nowhere. Rickon turns and falls to the ground. We get a close up of his face as he gasps for breath. Cut to Jon, who is out of focus and is in slow mo, we can also hear a slowing heartbeat as Jon is brought into focus. Extreme close up to a very pleased Ramsey. Cut to Jon from Rickon’s POV. 

We hold with Jon a few beats and then down to Rickon on the ground. This is one of my favorite parts of this section. As the breath fades out of Rickon so the light fades in the shot. It’s a subtle and perfect touch. (Thank you @thelawyerthatwaspromised for making this gif for us) The entire feel of the scene shifts once again in that moment. 

And on that note...we’ve come to an end. Next up we will cover likely up to when the Knights of the Vale arrive. As always my asks are open for questions. Also if you would like me to analyze other scenes please feel free to ask and I will slot them in. 

See ya next time!

[mikotyzini]

Happy Not-Birthday

Words: 2290 Pairing: Bumblebee

Totally almost forgot to post this today...whoops!  Enjoy!  Also, warning for being slightly suggestive!

Humming a tune to herself (the newest AchieveMen single), Yang jogged up the front steps, unlocked the front door, and let herself into the front entryway.  

“Hey Blake!” she called out, hanging her bag on a hook by the door and kicking off her shoes.  Pushing them towards the clutter of shoes already on the ground, she glanced towards the staircase when she didn’t hear a response.

“Blake?” she called out again.  “I’m home.”

Still nothing but silence, which was weird...because she knew Blake was already home.  Her bag was by the door, her shoes underneath, and she’d just texted asking when Yang would be home.

Heading towards the staircase to check upstairs, Yang froze when she felt it.  

What was ‘it’ exactly?  ‘It’ was hard to describe.  Some days, she described it as a disturbance in the air - one of those feelings that raised the hairs on the back of her neck.  Other days, she’d swear it as a weird type of intuition.  But most of the time, she called it just plain scary.

Whatever it was, she felt it right before something lowered in front of her eyes - cutting off her vision and plunging her into darkness.  Instinctively, she jerked an elbow back at the presence behind her as her heart started pumping with adrenaline.

“Woah there,” came a calm voice as her elbow connected with nothing but air.  “Easy, tiger.”

The sound of Blake’s voice instantly put her at ease, allowing her to relax and drop the ‘fight’ reflex that ran so strongly through her.

“One of these days I might accidentally get you,” she replied, turning towards where Blake had spoken from, only for the strip of fabric to remain in front of her eyes.

“Right…” Blake answered, her disbelieving smirk practically visible in her tone.  “I really don’t see that happening.”

“You never know!”  Trying to turn around again, Yang was disappointed when the blindfold stayed over her eyes.  “I’m pretty fast.”

“That’s like a koala telling a cheetah it’s fast.”

“Are you the koala here?” Yang joked, grinning when she heard Blake laugh from behind her.

“If you’ll let me hang onto you, I will be.”

“Hmm…”  Drawing out the word, Yang tried to use the element of surprise and spun around faster this time.  Of course, she then sighed when Blake somehow managed to keep the blindfold in place.

“Ok, what’s up with the blindfold?” she finally asked.  “Is this payback for accidentally embarrassing you in front of JNPR?”

“Not quite,” Blake replied, softly chuckling when Yang spun around again, to no avail.  

“You have to admit it was kinda funny though,” she said, imagining Blake’s expression.  “You were bragging about having such good balance then wham! I knocked you right over.”

“Yes, it was...very funny…”

Sensing the dryness in Blake’s tone, Yang twirled again and finally gave up, raising her hand then dropping it to her side in defeat.

“Ok, what gives?  I just want to see my beautiful girlfriend.”

“You’ll see me soon enough, but first…”

Feeling the strip of cloth fasten behind her head, Yang hadn’t even thought to remove it when she felt soft lips on her own - Blake kissing her out of the blue.  No longer caring whether or not she could see, Yang immediately responded by leaning in to kiss Blake deeply - because she didn’t need to see in order to do that.  Breathing in the smell of Blake’s body wash - a nice, flowery lavender - Yang clutched at Blake’s sides, pulling the girl close.  

It was one of those kisses that went from zero to a hundred in less than a second.  It was one of those kisses that made her realize how absolutely and unconditionally she loved the girl in front of her.  It didn’t matter if she couldn't see Blake right now.  Ultimately, she didn’t care what Blake looked like - she cared about that feeling bubbling up inside her the longer their lips clashed together.  Love, longing, desire, adoration, admiration - all those feelings and more burst forth the longer the kiss progressed.

Yang was fully prepared to profess a lot of love right there in the entryway, but Blake suddenly broke away, resting one hand on Yang’s collar to keep her from following.  Confused at the sudden loss of intimacy, she cleared her throat and struggled to find words while her mind was hung up on the kisses instead.

It was common knowledge that Blake scrambled her mind, so there was nothing to be embarrassed about, right?  Especially not when Blake had just awakened a very big and very ferocious desire within her.

“U-uh...wh-what?” she stammered, clearing her throat again and shaking her head in an attempt to clear her mind.  “Uh, what was that for?”

As fingers wove through her hair, Yang so wanted to see Blake’s eyes at the moment - that smart, sexy amber that looked right through her.  Instead, she would have to be satisfied with feeling Blake’s hand slide behind her neck and pull them closer together.

“Happy birthday,” Blake whispered in response, pressing another sultry kiss to Yang’s lips while her confusion soared through the roof.

“Uh…” she said, accepting another kiss in the darkness.  “But...it’s not my birthday?”

“Are you sure about that?”

Five minutes ago, she’d been pretty sure it wasn’t her birthday.  But with Blake pressed against her, kissing her...she wasn’t so sure.  Maybe it was her birthday.  Or maybe she didn’t care if it wasn’t her birthday.  

“I mean…” she got out before getting lost in another kiss, taking a step back as Blake pressed forward.  “Sure - yeah, it can be my birthday.”

Hearing a delighted laugh, Yang grinned.  No matter what it was, she loved making Blake laugh.  If that meant she had to change her birthday, then so be it.  It was just one day a year, anyway.  No big deal!

“Glad you agree,” Blake replied, running her hands up Yang’s shirt and disappearing when Yang tried to grab her and pull her back for a kiss.  When Yang let out a disgruntled sound, Blake laughed from somewhere off to the left.  

“I have a surprise for you,” Blake added, amusement evident in her voice.

“I hope it involves the two of us,” Yang replied, turning towards Blake and stepping forward.

“Oh it does.”

Hearing Blake in the opposite direction, Yang turned again and moved that way instead.  

“I think you’ll enjoy it immensely.”

Growing impatient with her lack of vision, Yang reached up to remove the blindfold - only for a hand to grab hers right before lips kissed her passionately - forcing her to forget her quest once again.  

But this time when Blake tried to back away, Yang refused to let go.  Instead, she pulled Blake closer, wrapping her arm around Blake’s waist while layering one kiss on top of another.  Letting out a content sigh, Blake acquiesced - opening her mouth and allowing Yang to deepen the kiss.

Without her vision, Yang focused on so many other sensations - like Blake’s tongue clashing with hers, playfully fighting for superiority.  Blake’s hands slid up her sides before moving across her chest, yanking the zipper down on her jacket before pushing the coat off of her shoulders.  She heard it hit the ground, neither of them caring to hang it up at the moment, not when the heat being generated between them grew hotter by the second.

“Mmm - mmmk -”

Blake tried to break away, but Yang followed and pressed another greedy kiss to her girlfriend’s lips - a kiss that was willingly accepted before Blake again pulled away.  “Mmm - Yang -”

“You said it’s my birthday...” Yang murmured, running her hand through Blake’s hair while kissing her neck, sucking and lightly biting just how she knew Blake liked.

“Yes -” Blake replied, letting out a small gasp when Yang nipped at her ear.  “And I - I have a surprise -”

“Do you…?” Yang whispered into Blake’s ear, feeling a shudder of ecstasy travel under her fingertips.

“Yesss...yes.”  Unexpectedly pulling away, Blake managed to slip out of Yang’s grasp and disappeared once more.  

“Ugh, again?” she whined, turning around as if she could somehow find Blake.

“I have a surprise for you,” Blake repeated, her voice steadier but still breathless.  “Can you come with me?”

When Yang raised a brow, Blake grabbed her hand and led her away from the front door.

“Don’t answer that.  Just...follow me.”

“I hope we’re continuing that kiss…” Yang muttered while allowing Blake to pull her forward.

“Maybe…”

“In the living room?” she guessed when she felt carpet underneath her feet - her excitement building once again.  “I’m totally on board with this.”

“Are you?” Blake whispered - her soft breath tickling Yang’s ear and sending new tingles of desire down her spine.

“Ohhh yeah.  Wherever you want, Blake - you know I’m always willing to...please you.”  Grinning at the thought, Yang reached out in another futile attempt to find Blake’s skin.  “Just don’t make me wait for it - or do I have to beg again?  You want me to beg, don’t you?”

Another light laugh, and Yang tried to turn back to Blake.  Instead, she felt soft lips touch her ear.

“You don’t have to beg,” Blake whispered.  “But first, your surprise.”

“I hope this surprise is you naked, because I can’t wait to nail -”

The blindfold suddenly disappeared and Yang blinked in the bright lights.  

When her mind processed what was in front of her, she found herself looking at Weiss, Ruby, and the entirety of Team JNPR - all of her closest friends standing underneath a homemade ‘Happy Birthday, Yang!’ banner with a cake on the table between them.

“Uh...surprise!” Ruby shouted, trying to keep the birthday surprise alive even though her cheeks were ultra-red.  Standing by Ruby’s side, Weiss shook her head and looked like she wanted to say something else entirely. Fortunately, Weiss was cut off by the much-delayed “Surprise!”s that JNPR managed to get out - each of them with varying degrees of shock or embarrassment on their faces.

“Surprise,” Blake whispered, nipping the bottom of Yang’s ear before backing away with a triumphant grin.  “Who’s embarrassed now?”

Turning back to her friends, teammates, and little sister, Yang felt her cheeks grow much warmer.

Ok, so that was pretty damn good.  Get her all riled up, then throw a bucket of cold water on her desire.  Touché, Belladonna.  Touché.

“Joke’s on you - I’m totally not embarrassed!” she replied, to which Blake rolled her eyes.  Proving her lack of embarrassment (even though she was just a little embarrassed), she smiled at her friends and family.  “Ok, peanut gallery.  Let’s eat cake, but then you need to leave so Blake and I can get down to business - if ya know what I mean.”

“We know exactly what you mean,” Weiss replied, folding her arms over her chest.  “Honestly, I’m surprised the two of you didn’t do it in the hall before walking in here.”

“Are you upset about that?” Yang retorted, knowing a good tease when she saw one.  “Sad you missed out?  I don’t think Blake’s into that, but...you can always ask.”

While Yang grinned, Weiss scoffed and turned to Blake.

“I know you have a blindfold, but do you also have earplugs so we can stop listening to her speak?”

“Oh!  I do!” Nora exclaimed, digging in her pockets in search of the random items.  Chuckling at the response, Yang winked at Weiss.

“Come on, Weiss.  I know you and Ruby get super freaky.”  Watching Weiss’ cheeks flush deep red while Ruby’s darkened to match, Yang smirked and pointed at Pyrrha and Jaune.  “Same with you two.”

“W-what??  I don’t know what you’re referring to -”

“Uhh - y-yeah, what she said -”

Laughing at the responses, Yang reached out and pulled Blake closer.

“If I’m going down, I’m taking all of you with me,” she said, waving her hand around the room while everyone’s cheeks blushed in culpability.  “Well, except you, Nora.”

“Found ‘em!” Nora shouted, holding up a pair of earplugs before sticking them in her ears.  “Sorry!” she then yelled, waving in Ren’s face. “What did they say!”

When Ren raised a finger to his lips and shushed his partner, Yang laughed and kissed Blake’s temple.

“So...was that your way of getting back at me?” she whispered into Blake’s ear, noticing the satisfying flush still on Blake’s cheeks - the lingering evidence of Blake’s very successful attempt to excite her.

“It was my attempt…” Blake replied, looking moderately disappointed in the results.  “I forgot you have no shame.”

“Not when it comes to you.”  Shrugging when Blake gave her a look, Yang let out a laugh as she stooped down and grabbed the blindfold off the ground.  “We’re totally keeping this for tonight,” she said, watching Blake’s linger on the strip of fabric for an enticingly-long time.  

Leaning close, she pressed her lips to Blake’s ear and whispered, “Guess who gets to wear it next?”

“I do!”

When the blindfold was snatched from her hand, Yang looked over in surprise - finding Ruby pulling it over her eyes while Weiss watched with a smug smile.

“I’m completely ok with this.”

“Of course you are,” Yang answered with an eye roll.  Sharing a look with Blake and finding a small flame of desire in those amber eyes, Yang spurred to motion - willing to do anything to rekindle that fire.  

“Ok!” she said, gaining everyone’s attention while taking Blake’s hand.  “Let’s eat my not-birthday cake so you can get out of here. I’ve obviously got better things to do.”

Blake blushed at the comment while everyone else groaned.  Yang grinned at the response, knowing she was about to have the best not-birthday birthday anyone had ever had.

[kira-the-cat]

Sing Your Heart Out

Oh look, I’m back again with more fanfiction. This time its actually not sad! Kinda. Look, just trust me on this one its not as sad as the other two I did (one of which I scheduled wrong, I thought today was wednesday not tuesday so you’ll see the second fic tomorrow.) In all seriousness, this one is a bit more lighthearted. I’m posting here first to give a buffer between what goes up on my AO3. I’m churning fics out way too fast at this point. In any case, fic under the cut. Enjoy!

"I still don't know how you managed to talk me into going along with this, Gary." Avocato said as he and the rest of the Galaxy One crew headed to a karaoke bar Gary hadn't been able to shut up about for the last few days. With the breach to Final Space closed and Earth becoming moderately populated again they felt they had more than earned an extended break. As the entered the establishment they grabbed an adequate table up near the front stage.

"Come on Avocato, you know you wanna belt out some tunes." Gary said, flagging down a waitress so they could order drinks. "Or do you have stage fright?"

"Are you hearing this Quinn?" The Ventrexian asked the ex-Infinity Guard member.

"I dunno, Avo. Gary has a point. Only someone with stage fright would dread coming here." She said.

"So what does that make you then? You didn't wanna come." Little Cato said with a smirk.

"Oh I know you aren't lecturing me shortstop, you didn't want to come either." She said.

"Guys, guys! Save your vocal cords for the stage!" Gary said. "Let's make this a bit more interesting. Why don't we make a bet. Person that gets the crowd the most excited with their singing won't have to do chores for two months."

"No chores? Count me in!" Little Cato said eagerly. Like a typical teenager he was always looking for an excuse to get out of chores and if he had to sing some rock music to do it then he definitely would.

"Hey if it means that I don't have to wash the ship every weekend I'm down." Avocato said. Karaoke wasn't really his thing but with a voice as deep as his he could easily win this by picking a good R&B song.

"Two months of just relaxing without having to vacuum up KVN's cookie crumbs? Sounds like heaven to me, I'm in." Quinn said with a smirk, determined to win. Unbeknownst to her crewmates, Quinn was a semi-professionally trained singer and had been a choir girl for years before her stint in the Infinity Guard. They didn't stand a chance.

"Then its settled! We'll draw straws to see who will be the first victim." He said, going to grab a handful of straws. The four of them drew one by one with Gary going last. "Alright, so Quinn is first, LC's second, Avocato you're third which leaves the best for last, me."

"You guys are going down." Quinn said, getting up to talk with the DJ. They all performed to varying levels of success. Quinn won the ladies over with her rendition of Broken Clocks by Sza, Little Cato got everyone headbanging with System of a Down's Chop Suey, and Avocato came to make the panties drop with Careless Whisper by Wham. All of them won over the crowd in their own ways and it seemed like there wouldn't be a clear cut winner. Gary was a bit nervous, especially since his song wasn't something flashy like the others. He also had another reason to be nervous but he pushed that aside in favor of his usual cocky facade to conceal things.

"Well you all did your best, but your best is about to be not good enough." He said as he got up from the table to head over to the DJ booth. He took a deep breath as he told the DJ what he wanted to sing, cheeks just a bit red in embarrassment. The DJ raised an eyebrow but he'd gotten weirder requests before and confirmed that he could do that for Gary. He took the mic handed to him and headed up to the stage. He could hear his pulse racing in his ears and part of him thought this was an incredibly bad idea, that he should just go pick a different song. But another, stronger part of him wanted to do it.

He stood in the center of the stage, watching the teleprompter so he wouldn't have to stare out into the crowd and panic. A hush fell over the patrons as the lights dimmed and a spotlight fell on Gary. He brought the mic up to his lips and nodded at the DJ, who started the track. A gentle piano intro started, light yet soulful at the same time before he began.

"If I could begin to be, half of what you think of me. I could do about anything, I could even learn how to love...."

He looked out into the crowd, eyes locking with Avocato's and suddenly, all doubt and anxiety washed away as he sang.

"When I see the way you act, wondering when I'm coming back. I could do about anything, I could even learn how to love like you. Love like you."

Avocato, as well as Quinn and Little Cato, were completely stunned by not only Gary's song choice, but also the fact that he could actually sing. The emotions Gary was holding onto couldn't be contained any longer and he couldn't stop them from pouring into the song lyrics as he sang.

"I always thought I might be bad now I'm sure that its true. 'Cause I think you're so good, and I'm nothing like you. Look at you go! I just adore you I wish that I knew.....what makes you think I'm so special....."

He didn't even realize when he stood up and walked over to the stage, all he knew was that suddenly he was face to face, eyes locked to his as he continued singing.

"If I could begin to do, something that does right by you. I would do about anything, I would even learn how to love.....When I see the way you look, shaken by how long it took I could do about anything I could even learn how to love like you. Love me, like you."

He finished softly, the piano slowly closing out as the crowd watched in silence. Gary's cheeks burned bright red as Avocato stared at him.

"Did you....did you do that for me?" He asked carefully. Gary simply nodded, mouth dry as he felt all eyes on them. He didn't even have time to react as Avocato pulled him into a kiss, the crowd erupting into cheers as they watched. When he pulled away Gary had the most delightfully dazed look on his face.

"I...take it you liked the song?" He asked, still a bit hesitant despite having just been smooched in a crowded karaoke bar by the man he spent the last three minutes serenading.

"I loved it." He said, kissing him again. After finally getting down off the stage and being bought several rounds of drinks by some very moved patrons in the bar, they headed back home. "I swear, if I knew this was what you were willing to go through just to ask me out I'd have said yes to coming sooner. You coulda just asked without going through such an elaborate set up."

"Yeah but then you wouldn't have heard me blow the minds of everyone in the crowd, win the bet, and get us free drinks." Gary boasted, full of liquid courage and feeling a bit sassy. "Which reminds me, I in fact won the bet. I got the crowd the most pumped and moved which means I don't have to do jack for the next two months."

"Hey wait, that's cheating!" Little Cato declared. "I didn't know the bet was just part of your plan to ask my dad out!"

"And since it was your plan shouldn't that automatically disqualify you from the bet?" Quinn added.

"She's got you there, babe." Avocato chimed in.

"Hey, I'm the captain of this crew! And I say the bet was still valid even though it was all part of my grand and elaborate scheme to get Avocato to go out with me!" He said. "Therefore, I still win because I said so."

"That's not at all how it works. Not even remotely."

"We should see what H.U.E has to say about your idea."

"Tough titty whompahs. And H.U.E has no say in this, I'm the captain after all!" Avocato just chuckled and shook his head, slinging his arm over Gary's shoulders.

"Whatever you say, captain. At least your plan worked." He said, kissing his new boyfriend on the cheek. Gary blushed, rather happy with how this situation turned out. Yeah they were fighting about a dumb bet he definitely, without a doubt won, but it was still a good feeling and he couldn't be happier.

So a bit of an afternote; this started as something for my Forces AU stuff but I couldn’t work the idea in because it felt too rushed for the pairing I’m trying to slow burn. But I didn’t want the idea to go to waste so I figured I’d put out another Final Space fic while the idea was still fresh. The song choices also have some importance as well. I gave Broken Clocks to Quinn because it fit her personality and Sza is bae. Chop Suey fit Lil C’s looks and personality greatly and I just wanted an excuse to have Avocato singing Careless Whisper. I also kept the song choice Love Like You for Gary because the lyrics fit his less boisterous personality and insecurities so well. Plus its one of my favorite songs from Steven Universe.

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My Best Friend In High School Had Schizophrenia

by 2spooky_jpg

Miles started school the second semester of my junior year. All the teachers who had him gave talks to their classes the day before he arrived. “Miles is a diagnosed schizophrenic and hears voices. I expect each and every one of you to be respectful and kind to him. We want to create a friendly environment.” That kind of thing. They all knew how hostile high school kids could be. The day he arrived to my Creative Writing class I remember (with much guilt) thinking how stereotypically schizophrenic this kid looked. He was short and pale, with jet black hair and glasses. For the first couple of weeks he never said a word to anyone and always looked spaced out, however, I remember him randomly jerking around and staring off into space occasionally, looking surprised. “Probably hearing things,” the other kids would joke. It was never that funny to me. Despite the attempts by people to be friendly to him, Miles always sat alone at lunch, and I never once saw him have an actual social interaction. It really made me feel bad for him.

As the semester rolled by and the “new-kid” accommodation wore off, Miles started getting bullied by all the less-than-bright kids with insecurities, generally the preppy country kids or the douchey student athletes. “Just joking around,” they’d always say, but I knew it was more than that to them. They saw Miles as a freak and a future serial killer, and hurting him made them feel in control. Power and fear. I was amongst the neutral crowd. Not one of the popular kids, but one of the kids who got along with everyone. That’s why when my Creative Writing teacher Mr. Jenkins let us choose partners for an assignment, I chose Miles. No one else wanted to.

At the end of class I walked up to Miles. “Hey man. Can I get your number? We should meet up this weekend and start on the project.” The kid genuinely looked shocked, probably because this voice speaking to him had a face to accompany it. “Oh um... yeah man, sure.” I could tell he was trying to impress me and was having a tough time keeping his composure, trying hard not to stare off into space. I didn’t really understand at first. I’m not the type of kid people had to impress. He gave me his number and I clapped him on the shoulder. “Cool shit, man. I’ll hit you up later.” I walked off, leaving this kid astounded by his first real social interaction.

That saturday I texted Miles, and we arranged for me to go to his house. I brought him some McDonalds, which he gratefully accepted. As the day went on I couldn’t help but note how damn smart the kid was. See, the assignment was a short story, and this kid would have great ideas left and right. I always thought of myself as a decent writer, but hot damn and a half. This kid had talent. “Dude where do you come up with all this?” I asked, and his face grew sullen. He began to awkwardly tell me about the full range of his disorder, how the voices he heard would give him advice and ideas. It was how he knew all the answers to his tests and always had a full scope of what he was learning. The voices would tell him. They were his friends, and in a lot of ways they kept him sane. The only problem was he had no idea how to interact with actual people. I remember him looking panicked after his explanation like he shouldn’t have told me, probably for fear of judgement or bullying, but I thought it was incredibly cool, and I made sure he knew that.

At the end of the day we finished our assignment (we got a 100) and I left, telling him we should hang out again. As the weeks flew by I began to ditch my usual crowd to sit with him at lunch, and we hung out almost every weekend. See, by this point, I no longer felt like I should be a pity friend. I genuinely enjoyed hanging out with the kid. However, this didn’t help my social reputation, and I began to take on a bit of Miles’ hazing. I was “the kid who hung out with the freak.” I never really cared though. I could take it. The day I discovered Miles had a deep love for Rush and Pink Floyd was the day I knew he was my best friend, and I like to think from the very beginning I was his too.

When Spring Break rolled around some of my other friends got invited to a party put on by some of the seniors at one of their mountain houses. They were told to bring guests, so they invited me. I said yes, but only if Miles could come. Despite not hanging out with them as much, they were always super cool with Miles, and were glad to indoctrinate him into our group for the night. Miles was lukewarm about it. “Come on dude! It’ll be a great opportunity for you to meet some new people, maybe some girls.” He said he’d think about it, and I left it at that. Whether he came or not, I was gonna have a good ass night.

When the night of the party came it was everything I wanted it to be. All the popular kids were there, as well as several senior girls, and I was feeling extra social. I was doing my best to be the life of the party, and it was working. Maybe this would save my fleeting social reputation. And you know what? Miles eventually arrived, and I couldn’t have been more proud. I introduced him to several people, all of whom he shied away from. It was understandable. As the party started getting really hype I noticed everyone was having a great ass time, except for Miles, who clung onto me like a shadow. I loved the kid with all my heart, but I was kind of getting annoyed at him for clinging on to me the whole time, especially when I was trying to talk to girls. “Come on dude. Go meet some people! Go smoke a bowl or something,” I said, verbally pushing him away from me. Five minutes later I lost track of him, and to this day I wish I didn’t. I could only hope he’d hit it off with some people.

I will always remember the time 1:24. By that time I was making out with Jessica Reese, one of the more attractive seniors, in a back room. The party was dwindling, and I invited her to come back with me for the night, an invitation she flirtatiously accepted. 1:24 was also the time I heard my name being screamed from the back deck. It was Miles. I hopped off the couch and ran worriedly outside just in time to heard the loud thud from the ground below. My name was the last Miles ever spoke before his frail neck snapped against the frozen November ground. I remember the world getting hazy and my fury building as I punched the drunk asshole who pushed him as hard as I could. It was a gut reaction, really, and I hopped on the kid and began whamming his face as tears streamed down mine. It was Aaron Anderson, one of those douchey student athlete types. I was told later that him and his friends got shit-faced and cornered Miles out there. “There’s nothing you could’ve done, man,” my friends told me. That was a lie.

The next couple of days were a blur for me. Aaron (who had to be hospitalized) and his friends, all 18, had been charged with Second Degree Murder, and I likely wouldn’t ever see them again. “He was a freak” was all they had to say when asked why they did it. Fucking assholes. They will likely never see what they did as bad, but rather as doing the world a favor. But none of it was their fault, it was mine. No matter what anyone told me, Miles’ death was on my hands. I should’ve never left him alone. I went to his funeral and fell apart when his mom hugged me. I loved his parents so much, and they never put any blame on me. “You were his best friend, and he loved you,” was all they could say. I was also asked to say a few words but couldn’t bring myself to do it. I will always regret that most of all.

This is a testament to my best friend, who everyone saw as a monster cause he heard voices. This is me telling you that voices don’t make people monsters, ignorance and fear does. But if their definition of a monster is correct, then count me as one, cause recently I’ve been hearing voices, and they all belong to Miles.