#because that's definitely the first time that ever happened

[astudyinimagination]

You know what, don't just leave that there. Maybe, instead acting in deliberate bad faith, link the article: https://www.avclub.com/steven-moffat-condemns-ai

Heck, actually, I'm a bit miffed at the AV Club because the half of the subhead is not properly attributed. So I'm just gonna copy-paste the whole thing here because it's short. But before I do that, I'm going to say that, as an actual fangirl of Moffat, I forever have to contend with two things: 1. That he always does a lot of verbal vomit when he gives interviews. To be fair, I'm not sure that I would do that much better in his shoes. 2. That he has a certain sardonic wit that has always translated very poorly in written interviews, wherein writers almost never bother to try to convey his tone. He comes across much better when you can actually hear him speak, and in full context (something that's also rare in written interviews).

Full text of the article below (which includes a link to the origin of the interview, the Radio Times), with commentary from me:

Don’t worry, Whovians—it seems like the Doctor isn’t about to regenerate into a bastardized AI version of himself any time soon. Doctor Who writers Steven Moffat and Russell T Davies recently took on the topic of generative AI in a conversation with Radio Times, and while the former acknowledged that the technology is “fascinating,” he also derided it in the most “Doctor Who writer” verbiage possible. “My son explained it to me. He said, ‘Yes, it can do all these things. It might even get quite good at them. But it takes an immense amount of power to run AI.’ Whereas you can run a human being on sunlight and a vegetable patch,” Moffat said. [See, the first half of the subhead, or article subtitle, is Moffat's son speaking, but the subhead doesn't acknowledge that, which is extremely shoddy journalism on their part.] “Human beings are amazingly cheap, we’re knocking out human beings every day.” Definitely spoken like someone who spends his days writing about anything but. [Definitely spoken like someone with a very sardonic sense of humor, which apparently this writer can't grasp. By the way, the commentary in the article means that it's editorial rather than news, in case you were wondering.]

Still, Moffat does know his human patterns. “Unlike anything else in history, the more we use it, the less good it is,” he continued. “Because the more content that is out there produced by AI, the more it absorbs its own content, and eats its own tail.”

That’s a very astute—and upsetting—prediction, but Moffat and Davies aren’t all doom and gloom. After Davies got a quip in about how “television has run on those principals (absorbing its own content) for a very long time,” Moffat continued: “That’s true, but we occasionally have a new idea. I admit, it doesn’t happen very often, certainly not in my case, but occasionally I have a new idea. But [AI] will never have a new idea. That’s not what it does.”

Davies, for one, doesn’t think the two of them will be replaced any time soon. He’s also far more optimistic about the state of television than some recent reports suggest he maybe should be. The overall number of shows on the air may be steadily decreasing, but the showrunner thinks “the rate of new ideas on television is higher than we ever allow for.” “We always tend to think that things bumble along at a very average level, and the great outliers are here and there,” he continued. “And every month, or every two months—actually, every day, I could find you something brilliant on TV.” [I love his positivity here; it's very Doctorish.]

Hopefully, Doctor Who‘s upcoming Christmas special, titled “Joy To The World,” will be one of those brilliant things. The episode will feature Nicola Coughlan and see the Doctor (Ncuti Gatwa) check into a “time hotel” that allows him to visit every Christmas Day in history. You can watch that adventure on our present Christmas Day, even if you can’t travel back in time.

I’m just going to leave this here

[palmerzy]

hi! i've never done an ask before so i hope this is alright!!! i've been loving reading all of your posts so far, you're such an amazing writer :) i was hoping/wondering if you could write something about spencer reid crying during sex, always, either cause hes so desperate or so horny or so everything,, thanks :)!

hi anon!! hope this is okay :)

NSFW! - explicit sexual themes including dacryphilia.

spencer is a notorious crier when it comes to his intimate moments with you, and it’s a known fact by now. you were more than concerned the first time it happened, when he sheathed himself within you and let a few trickles slip down his cheeks from how intensely good it felt to have his needs satisfied.

he assured you that he was okay, that he was more than okay, that he’d never felt such an intense connection to something in his life. “just feels so good,” “been needing this all day,” “so warm, so good, so good,” he’d whimpered over and over that day, burying his face into your neck, dampening your skin with his tears.

eventually you got used to it, and now it’s a pretty common occurrence. the first time you ever denied him an orgasm, spencer was a crying mess, big brown eyes glossy with tears of desperation as he shook his head rapidly, questioning why you’d do that to him (yet, of course, he soon realised he loved it).

there have been times where he’s come to your apartment, wanting to spend time with you, but you’re busy emailing hotch about cases or going over some evidence. he’d been sat on your couch, looking over at you, bouncing his leg impatiently until eventually he had to speak up, tears in his eyes, letting you know that he was feeling a little ignored and needy.

one thing lead to another, and you were riding him on the couch, wiping away his tears with your thumbs as the both of you forgot where his sobs ended and his moans began. his gaze was strictly on the space between you, whining and biting his lip at the sight of his cock disappearing into your depths.

sometimes, significantly late at night when he’s tired after a long day at work, the feeling of being inside of you is enough to have his puppy dog eyes swarming with tears, comforted by the clench of your body around his.

he always feels like he just needs to come in you or with you, and if he doesn’t, he’s upset. occasionally, if he’s come before you, he’s a mess; tears streaming down his face as he profusely apologises, continuing to fuck you through the overstimulation purely because he needs you to come too, he’s so desperate to feel it, no matter what.

overall, spencer reid isn’t immune to crying, and definitely not when he’s having sex. he feels vulnerable and comfortable enough with you to let it happen, knowing he’ll never be judged or ostracised, if anything - encouraged.

[gyaruhana]

Hii, firstly i just wanna say that your writing is amazing and this is a request for player 333/lee myung-gi !!

can you do headcanons of how he would be as your boyfriend while being in the squid games, sfw and nsfw please !! (it’s your choice wether you wanna write out his previous relationship with junhee or not)

thank you for doing this if you do!!

Myung-gi/Player 333 - Headcannons (sfw + nsfw)

Synopsis: Myung-gi as your boyfriend during the games!

A/N: i wrote in junhee's relationship briefly !!

Warnings: smut content, pussy eating, bathroom sex, public sex (except no mentions of anyone seeing), jealous sex, degredation for Myung-gi - praise for you

SFW:

➠ worlds most protective bf if your in the games together ➠ He keeps you close to him at all times and side eyes anyone who attempts to talk with you (he makes you sleep in the same bed with him too) ➠ If you came here to help him with his debt, he feels so guilty and will always look at you from a distance with the saddest look ever ➠ like a little kicked puppy honestly ➠ If you joined the games because you had debt, he's be angry you didn't tell him sooner and acted like he totally could've paid it off even though he was in debt himself ➠ Keeps you far away from Thanos because he doesn't trust him at all !! ➠ always holding your hand cause he's so scared you'll disappear if he doesn't.. ➠ Definitely kept you behind him during red light green light ➠ he's just a little too ready to sacrifice himself for you ➠ for the sake of a little angst we're gonna say that Junhee is still his ex and pregnant with his child ➠ totally panics when he saw her because he didn't expect her to be pregnant after they had agreed on an abortion. ➠ confronts Junhee about it and you just happen to notice the hushed argument between them so you then confront him about it ➠ really doesn't want to tell you at first so he dodges the truth ➠ When he eventually admits the truth, he's looking at you with the most nervous expression and he's internally panicking ➠ begs you to forgive him ➠ literally gets down on his knees and starts pleading for forgiveness ➠ doesn't care if someone else sees because his main priority is you ➠ 10x more clingy after that ➠ He still chooses to keep playing because he wants to win money so he can give you a good life ➠ Overall, protective over you and is always watching you

NSFW:

➠ sex in the bathroom when no one else is there for sure !! ➠ he's so gentle when fucking you there.. ➠ If it's lights out so he can't just have some fun with you, he'll totally eat you out and whisper stuff about keeping quiet ➠ Honestly does anything just to make you feel good really bc he feels so guilty that you're here with him ➠ also he's whiny per usual.. ➠ praises you so much while also apologizing and saying he'll make it up to you that you're here by making you cum over and over again ➠ Do degrade him a little.. ➠ He will let out a slutty moan !! ➠ cries too actually regardless of whether he's subbing or doming ➠ does like to fuck you slowly in the bed when all the players are asleep with his hands wrapped around your waist. ➠ if Thanos makes some sort of comment about you or flirts, do expect Myung-gi to get totally jealous and fuck the shit out of you !! ➠ Makes sure your loud enough for Thanos to hear bc he wants Thanos to know that you belong to him ➠ Surprisingly, he does end up having sex with you a lot ➠ mainly as an unspoken apology but also to release some stress after every game ➠ overall, he's gentle yet also rough at times but still a total whore

"Shh.. we have to be- quiet," Myung-gi says with a hushed tone as he thrusts his hips back and forth slowly. His face was buried in your neck as he tried to keep his movements subtle so no one else would suspect a thing. Ever since completing the first game and seeing you, he's been feeling so guilty. He had already apologied a thousand times over but it wasn't enough to fix the ache in his heart. Somehow, Myung-gi came to the conclusion that he'd feel much better if he released some stress by fucking his cock into you. He let out a groan as he felt you tighten around him suddenly. "A-are you gonna cum? Please do- Wanna feel you cum on my cock, baby,"

[lgbtpopcult]

Ranking the Top 10 GL Series of 2024

10. My marvelous Dream is You

A highly expected gl from Idol Factory that fell short of our expectations not for lack of chemistry from its love team (they in fact had some of the best chemistry in the industry) but because of the bad writing. The writing simply didn't allow the story to flourish. The couple spent most of the series apart, and we don't mean simply not in a relationship. They hardly spend any time together at all, and when they did, there were no romantic moments happening most of the time. What saved the series was its couple that sold the rare moments they had together really well. No surprise that they're dating in real life.

9. Apple My Love

Short and sweet, this story was a fun little romcom that fulfilled its purpose well. The couple needed to prove themselves as a love team, and they did. Happy to know they got a new series out of it.

8. Petrichor

For the people who had heard of Englot but had only seen them as a love team on Show Me Love, their popularity remained a mystery until this series. This police drama/romance has been good enough to prove they may not be the team with the best chemistry out there, but they're definitely not completely deprived of it like Show Me Love made us think. The series itself is interesting if you like your romance in small doses amidst the action.

7. Blank The Series

Here comes the controversy. One of the most successful and also controversial series of the year. We have to acknowledge that unlike what some fans would like us to believe the problem was not in the age difference per say but in the fact that one of them was 21 and initially very immature for her age. However, she was not underage, she was not unintelligent, and she had agency. She was the one who persistently pursued the relationship. The story was exciting and passionate. Also, mommy issues sell.

6. 23.5

A series that gave milklove, a much beloved love team, its chance to shine. It was a sweet high school romance that was enjoyable for most people and had some great highs. Its jealousy episode was one of the best around, and both of the admins here in lgbtpopcult are willing to die on that heel. It did, however, have the limitations of an innocent high school romance. A lot of time was dedicated to side characters and the couple could not be shown in a more mature relationship. Still, a good time!

5. Mate the Series

It is endlessly entertaining to watch Gen and Aoey interact. The perfect ice queen, rich girl that wanted to only be with the perfect man (somehow nobody was ever the perfect man) trying to resist her innocent, tempting friend. They are funny and sweet and passionate at the same time. The series does a good job of focusing on their relationship with little interest in anything else

4. The Loyal Pin

This production, supported by the Thai ministry of culture, definitely deserves its spot at number 4. At 16 episodes and with great production value, it is a journey through time that not only shows us the love story between two women but also the food, dance, and customs of the country of Thailand. The love story itself did a good job of remaining entertaining by inserting some jealousy and lots of obstacles in the course of the couple.

3. Affair the Series

A fierce debate broke out amongst us about whether this series would occupy the third or the second place in this list. You see half of it, the second half, was so incredibly good. The push and pull of a couple with exploding chemistry while they lived together. The obsession Wan had with Pleng. The amazing love scenes. But the first part of the series dragged it down. The chemistry was there from the beginning but they spend too much time in the past when the leads were young, and one of them was pushing the other to be with a guy just to avoid her feelings. That part wasn't bad, It had its moments, but it was at times frustrating and too long. A great series nonetheless.

2. Pluto

This series has it all. A love team with great chemistry, an interesting plot, good acting, and quality writing. It did not only show us an exciting romance but addressed issues of disability and even teased a throuple (through a side couple don't worry the mains are as crazy in love as gl couples should be). Insert some surprising twists and turns and it's a go!

1. The Secret of Us

The number 1 spot could go to no other series. It wasn't even a debate. Lingorm, the love team comprised of Ling and Orm, was tasked with proving a gl can go toe to toe with straight romance series on a major Thai network. They knocked it out the park! The Secret of Us was super successful. Throughout its run, it remained in the top 10 of Netflix in Thailand and the other Asian countries it was available in. It frequently occupied the number 1 spot, and its numbers on the network's own streaming app surpassed those of its straight counterparts. There was a reason for all of that. The story was a very popular romance trope (angry ex vs. regretful ex) done right, the chemistry of the love team was enticing and both main characters were infinitely charming. We all fell in love.

[idkwhatever580]

The rings on the two specific fingers is such a nice touch yall don’t even know.

Also I can just see how Glinda has her arms moving backwards to catch her as she lets Elphaba moves her to the bed

I can imagine how they might speak 😭

I am definitely about to write a clip for this because I have to... It's like an obligation

Read whatever tf I wrote under the cut :)

if it isn't already obvious Glinda=Pink Elphaba=Green

Also, I apologize for the overuse of "Ozian" words

...

Oh Elphie-

Is this what you meant?

I- I kind of meant that you’d use the tips on someone else but- I think I’m okay with this too

Are you sure? We don't have to do anything if you're uncomfortifiable... (Ever the gentlewoman)

Would you just shut up and smooch me!

Whatever you say, Miss Upland...

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Bonus (that ended up being longer than the first part):

*The poor poor students that room below Glinda and Elphaba that I have used a random name generator to name Simran (blue) and Pemphero (orange)*

...

Ugh. Galinda and Elphaba are at it again!

It's Glinda now, don't you remember? She changed her name in honor of Dr. Dillamond.

Okay okay, Glinda and Elphaba are making a disturberance again! Is that better?

*insert obscene noises coming from Glinda and Elphaba's room above them*

You know... This never happened before... They used to just yell at each other all the time and fight, but ever since they went to The Emerald City and all they have just been doing this.

Yeah... I wonder what happened...

Enemies to lovers trope?

No absolutely not there is no way that they are your basic, average enemies to lovers trope...

I mean....

Actually? Now that I think about it, you might have something going with that...

I know right?!

*More lewd sounds from above*

but that doesn't negate the fact that these girls are intercoursifying above us when I need to be studying for the Linguification test!

yeaahhh... I'm gonna go to my partner's room to run from this... try the library?

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According to "The Tab" website, these are the definitions of the words I used that already existed.

Disturberance: (noun) something loud and upsetting

Linguification: (noun) the study of words, and the least popular class at Shiz University.

And these are the definitions of the words I made up. (I struggled through this because I am not this creative)

Uncomfortifiable: (adjective) the feeling of discomfort, or disdain

Intercoursifying: (verb) the act of having sexual intercourse in a rowdy way that can disturb others.

Anyways I hope y'all liked it! Have a good day people!!!

little ways to flirt and flounce

[hrtwayne]

Dress || Jenna Ortega

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Swift Best-Friend!Reader

Summary: Where Jenna hopes her best friend will finally see her as more than just a friend.

Note: Chapter inspired by Dress by Taylor Swift! (English is not my first language!!)

Warning: Mentions of alcohol consumption, mild jealousy, and a possible kiss!

MASTERLIST

Completely massive events were never your thing, even though you were aworld-renowned singer. Normally, you'd only show up for after-parties or if something truly important was happening. Still, being at the Met Gala after-partyalways turned into chaos-especially whenyou were the sibling of one of the biggest singers of the moment.

Being a Swift was like carrying a massive stone on your shoulders. Honoring your older sister's legacy was a heavy burden tobear, but you were undoubtedly proud of your work, and that was enough to make you feel good about it.

Your best friend's clingy and overly affectionate tendencies had never been a problem for you. Whether she was holding your hand or leaning against your waist you figured it was just because she liked being close to you. Or maybe it was because some people could be annoyingly inappropriate, which was truly unbearable at times.

Everything seemed to unfold smoothly until a man, roughly in his thirties, appeared at your table with an arrogant smirk and a glass of tequila in hand. Jenna, with her dark brown eyes, watched the scene with a deadly glare, tightening her grip on your leg.

"You know," the man started, "I thought you were really gorgeous and figured, 'I should ask for her number."

"Well, actually, I'm not much of a fan of tequila-or men, especially the ones who think money makes them superior," you replied, grabbing Jenna's whiskey glass and taking a sip.

The man widened his eyes before huffing quietly and walking away from the table.

After that unpleasant encounter, the rest of your night seemed to go smoothly-except for the part where Jenna wore a slight scowl on her face. You tried talking to her, but she just mumbled something and drank the whiskey frighteningly fast (she would definitely regret that in the morning).

A few minutes later, you felt a pair of warm hands brushing against the fabric covering your body. Jenna seemed lost in her own thoughts, pretending to pay attention to the table's conversation.

"Can you come to the bathroom with me?"Jenna whispered against your ear, sendinga mix of anxiety and confusion coursing through your body.

With a quick nod, you both made your way to the restroom. Jenna's hands remained fixed on your waist as the black door came into view.

The sound of the lock clicking made you furrow your brows. Jenna stood with an intimidating gaze, forcing you to step back until your body hit the tiled wall with a faint thud.

Her eyes seemed to trace every inch of you,focusing entirely on your crimson-painted lips.

Was she really about to kiss you? And would you kiss her back?

Jenna seemed very aware of what she was doing

"Did I ever tell you how stunning you look in outfits like this?" she asked, her hands grazing your waist over the fabric.

"Well, you mentioned it when you saw me at the entrance," you replied, feeling your cheeks flush. "But I wouldn't mind if you said it again.

"You look breathtaking in this outfit, sweetheart," Jenna whispered, her facenow mere inches from yours. "And I really, really want to kiss you."

The moment those words left Jenna's reddened lips, your knees nearly buckled. Her raspy voice and darkened gaze stirred unimaginable feelings with in you.

Your only response was to press your lips against hers, letting your hands wander freely over her body, inviting her to draw closer. The familiarity and novelty of the moment filled the air as your fingers tangled in Jenna's brunette locks, pulling her impossibly closer, while her arms tightened around your waist.

Your lips moved passionately, neither of you willing to break the moment. Jenna's hands slid further into your hair, while your hands traced the curves you were only now discovering

When you finally pulled apart, your eyes met, and an unspoken mixture of desirefear, and passion lingered between you. It was a moment loaded with the weight of years of friendship, as if crossing anuncertain sea and risking your bond felt terrifying

"I hope this doesn't change things betweenus," Jenna said softly, her eyes glinting with anticipation.

"It won't, Jen. Things will just take adifferent path," you reassured her, pressing a kiss to her swollen lips.

The comforting hum of the air conditioner mingled with the sound of your steady breaths, your bodies still intertwined. The sunlight streaming through the window cast small crystalline patterns on your skin, while Jenna's bronzed complexion contrasted against your own.

Jenna held you protectively, as if afraid you might slip away at any moment.

Minutes passed before a quiet groan brokethe serene silence. The soft orange rays were beginning to annoy Jenna, who cursed herself internally for not fully closing the curtains last night.

Fresh reddish marks adorned her back making Jenna stifle a mischievous smile.

A soft sigh escaped your lips as you opened your eyes, their grayish hue catching the morning light. You felt Jenna's cold nose trailing along your neck.

"You can go back to sleep, my love. I justneed to close the curtains," Jenna whispered, pressing a kiss behind your ear.

You mumbled something unintelligible before shutting your eyes again. Jenna chuckled softly, wrapping her arms around your waist and snuggling closer to you

[thebreakfastgenie]

I'm not anti-vote or anything, but I think some of the liberals on here greatly overrate how much damage a bunch of bored kids (most of whom probably can't even legally vote) talking shit on social media can actually do to the Democrats. So what if they turn out braindead "Genocide Joe" memes by the thousands per week? No meaningful voter would pay attention to those, and anyone who does never had a vote worth chasing in the first place.

The problem is that it's not just a bunch of bored kids. It feeds a larger social media ecosystem. Remember "cancel culture?" Remember how that became a right wing talking point that conservatives whined about in mainstream settings? That has its roots on tumblr. If you ever doubted that fringe social media movements affect mainstream politics, 2024 should have been the final nail in the coffin. JD Vance has very signifcant (and, frankly, underreported) ties to online far right communities (known as "groypers" to the terminally online) and it absolutely influenced his campaign and now he's bringing those interests to the vice-presidency. Elon Musk (the owner of twitter) and Vivek Ramaswamy want to run a government office named DOGE after a meme. We're sharing the internet with the people in power; we're all playing with live ammo. It's often a ripple effect or butterfly effect, so it's very difficult to predict what memes and posts from "bored kids" will make it to real life politics and how they'll be transformed along the way. Because it's so hard to predict, we need to be aware of the possibility and act with care. "Genocide Joe" memes contributed to a general feeling of dissatisfaction with Biden that, intentionally or not, played into the Trump campaign's "everyone hates Biden" narrative. A similar thing happened with Hillary in 2016.

Elections are also won and lost on the margins. Campaigns spend billons on ground games that persuade a very small percentage of voters, but it's better to persuade that percentage than not to. If you don't know if something is going to make a difference, you act as if it is when the stakes are high. Is the drag from a constant negative social media narrative going to hurt a campaign? Maybe, and either way it's definitely not going to help, so it's better not to have it. 2016 and 2024 were both very close elections.

Liberals also tend to interpret bored kids' posts as statements of action. If someone says they don't want a Democrat to win, will try to stop it, and will tell other people not to vote for that candidate, liberals are going to object to that.

It's usually not "meaningful voters" who decide elections. It's low-information swing voters who make up their minds on the way to the voting booth. These voters are, consciously or unconsciously, often influenced by perceived popular opinion. A lot of people don't have deeply held values that they've spent time examining, but have moral compasses more akin to "if everyone I know thinks this, it must be right." The danger of social media is that is also distorts the meaning of "everyone I know." Your meme about how you hate Joe Biden finds its way into an algorithmically-generated bubble and someone says "gee, it seems like everyone I know hates Joe Biden, I generally trust my social circle, he must be really bad." And it's self-reinforcing. They start sharing it or making similar posts of their own and it spreads to their contacts in their own bubbles.

I don't think the exact mechanisms or limits or this phenomenon are fully understood yet because social media is still too new, but it's very real.

[chevroletdean]

sibling!reader dealing with demon!dean headcanons (req.) ── ✮⋆˙

Pairing: None, just platonic Winchester!Reader (fem) and her brothers Genre: Angst, fluff To note/warnings: Hurt/comfort, grief (temporary character death, as in Sam and Reader think Dean died), canon level violence A/N: A great way to start the year is definitely getting a cool request by @midnight--raine! Tysm, dear, your praise means a lot to me <3 and I 100% agree, Demon!Dean is terrifying. Still my favorite arc ever, because I’m a sucker for the nitty, gritty, dark and scary, but yes. Credit & links: dividers ──〃★ request here

Sam’s heart breaks twice that day. For one, there is the crushing grief that comes with watching the life disappear from his brother’s eyes. Then the realization: How could he possibly tell his sister what happened? Dean’s death is tearing him apart, and he knows it will absolutely destroy her.

There’s no easy way to deliver the news. But, alas, he’s spending a good amount of time sitting alone in the Impala, Dean’s lifeless body in the backseat. The ride back to the bunker was the hardest ever, the silence nearly driving him insane. Sam is thinking back and forth on what to say, what to do.

He knows waltzing in, carrying the corpse is not an option. If anything, Sam doesn’t want her to see Dean like that at all. Though he figures she’ll probably want to see for herself.

She probably already knows something bad happened the second Sam enters the bunker. Of course she does, her brothers have trained her to stay alert 24/7, to look at her surroundings with a keen eye — Dean would be so proud of her people reading skill right now. Sam’s by himself and his expression… he’s devastated, though he tries to keep it together for her sake. It can only mean one thing.

It feels wrong right away. She can tell. It’s obvious when he doesn’t answer her questions. “Where’s Dean?” Silence. It speaks volumes. “It’s not funny, this is a dumb prank.” Sam still can’t bring himself to speak up.

She runs past him, straight outside to look for Dean, even when Sam tries to stop her.

Sam’s glad he thought of draping a jacket over Dean’s body before talking to his sister. She shouldn’t have to see her brother so lifeless, after all. This view alone, even just through the car window, is enough to traumatize her.

What happened isn’t his fault, but Sam still apologizes over and over again. He can just stand there and feel guilty while he’s holding her shaky form.

It’s not their first rodeo with death and while it doesn’t make it any less sad, her tears convince Sam even more that he has to fix this, somehow.

That night she can’t sleep. Nothing can console her, not even Sam. Though she is grateful to have him at her side.

It’s the same for Sam, honestly. With both of them restless, they dig through the library, they try to find anything to bring Dean back.

In the end, she’ll probably fall asleep right at the desk, her eyes heavy and sore from crying and reading. It’s not a peaceful slumber by all means, it’s more like her brain and body just shut down.

Sam carries her to her room, but the second he tucks her into bed and wants to leave again, she wakes and sobs again.

She’s terrified to spend the night alone, nightmares haunting her. If it were for her, she’d be up and in the library again, but Sam manages to make her agree to a compromise: She will try and get some rest and he will stay with her.

None of them get another wink of sleep that night, she’s staining Sam’s shirt with tears while he’s busy brushing his fingers through her hair.

The next couple of days are rough. The bunker feels like a graveyard, Dean’s presence is definitely missing.

She finds herself wanting to prank her brother like every morning — she’d always exchange his shampoo bottle with the ketchup bottle, shed secretly put a Celine Dion cassette in the Impala. Now, there’s no point for any of that.

Instinctively she grabs onto any piece of Dean she still has. She takes one of his shirts to wear, his scent still lingering in the fabric. She doesn’t touch the piece of pie in the fridge, which she’d usually steal, but she wants to keep it there, preserve it, just in case Dean will magically return.

When Dean’s body disappears, it’s like losing him all over again at first. He’s suddenly gone, again, and panic sets in. And it feels even more permanent. However, it’s also a glimmer of hope, right? He has to be somewhere, so is he alive after all?

Sam’s more reluctant to get his hopes up high. He’s dealt with heavy losses before. Seeing his sister motivated to find Dean is a double-edged sword. It’s the first time since Dean’s death that he sees her eyes sparkle again. But he’s also scared she’ll break down even more when this turns out to be another tragedy.

It’s because of that very reason that Sam’s working on this without telling his sister. He hates keeping secrets from her, he hates lying to her, but he can’t bring himself to feed into her delusions only for her to end up even more hurt. So, when he’s able to track Dean down, he’s not telling anyone.

It bites him in the ass. While Sam’s out trying to find Dean, Dean’s already on the way to find her.

She looks like she’s seen a ghost, honestly. Wide eyes staring at him and filled with tears. Suddenly all her hunting skills are out the window. She doesn’t care to throw holy water at him, she doesn’t think of nicking him with silver. Demons, skinwalkers, none of it exists to her in that moment. All she can think about is her big brother being back.

She jumps right into his arms, scolding him, whining and sniffling and hugging him with a death grip.

Dean’s quiet, eerily so, but that’s not enough to make her suspect anything just yet. Maybe he’s tired, maybe she’s confused, it’s so much all at once. She refuses to let go of him, afraid he’ll slip away again, so she drags him to the kitchen and happily presents the piece of pie to him.

Dean doesn’t even touch it. Hell, he’s not even looking at it.

She quickly texts Sam, letting him know Dean’s back at the bunker. Then, when she looks up from her phone again and sees Dean not eating, she’s starting to get doubtful.

Dean not digging into pie? Is he sick or something? “You okay?”

There’s a grin on Dean’s lips that doesn’t quite reach his eyes and it feels off. It feels dangerous. “Never felt better.”

The wheels are turning in her head and her blood runs cold. She didn’t do any of the routine checks. Why didn’t she do any of the routine checks? Sam and Dean have taught her better, but she was so caught up in the moment and…

Her phone buzzes and Sam’s reply is simple. ‘That is not Dean.’ Her eyes widen. ‘Demon. Get away.’

The three or four seconds she spent looking at her phone are what almost gets her killed. It’s plenty of time for Dean to grab the kitchen knife and aim it at his sister instead of the pie.

She manages to dodge, somehow, although Dean makes it sound like he just enjoys playing with his prey. As his eyes turn jet-black, she knows she’s in trouble.

“I’ll give you a headstart, sis,” he hums and even his voice sounds so twisted, so wrong.

“Headstart?,” she echoes. “Dean, please, you don’t wanna—”

“Ten… Nine…”

He absolutely wants to. Sam’s right, this isn’t Dean. Not their Dean.

She bolts out of the kitchen as fast as she can. The bunker is big, but the problem remains that they all know it inside and out — where can she possibly hide? Should she lock herself in the dungeon? Should she ditch the place altogether?

“Six… Five…”

Panicked, she just makes a run for it, not knowing where to quite yet, but knowing it had to be away. As far away as possible. She scrambles to find a weapon, anything to fend off a demon, though she hates the thought of fighting against Dean. Not only would she not stand a chance against her brother, she could never bring herself to harming him or his vessel.

“Ready or not here I come.”

She’s definitely not ready. He could’ve given her a minute, an hour, a freakin’ year, nothing could prepare her for such a chase.

Stupidly, she decides to hide in Dean’s room. It’s far from the safest option, but it’s where her feet have carried her. She can’t really think of any room in the bunker that could protect her from the demonic version of her brother, but here at least, she’s surrounded by happy memories, right?

She’s holding her breath, clutching Ruby’s knife in her trembling hand.

It’s only through a trick that she’s able to survive. Of course, Dean finds her, but she’s fast and able to (a) distract him long enough to make preparations and (b) then lure him to the dungeons.

Dean’s not dumb, he knows there’s a devil’s trap. But he didn’t know there were two of them. She’s haphazardly drawn one he didn’t see until he is standing in it.

Bless all the times she has cursed in the past. She has complained to Sam so often whenever he had forced her to practice drawing pentagrams. She’ll make sure to thank him for it later.

Speaking of the devil, Sam returns just a bit later. He must’ve broken several traffic laws racing back to the bunker, but between that and his sister’s safety, she obviously came first.

He thought she’d be pissed at him for lying to her, but she has a priority too right now: Turning Dean into a human again.

It’s definitely not an easy task. More specifically, it’s downright nauseating to witness the purification process. Dean’s clearly suffering, the pain must be agonizing, but they are able to heal him.

Dean’s back, and he’s human again and it’s all she could’ve ever asked for.

Now, for Dean? Shit, he won’t be able to look into the mirror for a very long time. He always sees himself as the family’s protector. His siblings are his world and to think he attacked his baby sister? It’s killing him.

He feels so guilty he’s not able to look her in the eyes, let alone talk to her or touch her.

Which is why when she hugs him, clinging to his form sobbing, he thinks he doesn’t deserve that kind of trust. His greatest fear is that she’s now scared of him. She’d have every right to be, he attacked her with a damn knife.

“It wasn’t you. It was your body, but not your mind. I mean, that thing comes up with all sorts of dumb things, but not that kind of dumb.”

He can’t help but chuckle at that, of course she’s already back to sibling banter. How she manages to pretend like nothing happened is beyond him.

The events stick with him for a very long time, they never fully disappear from his conscience. He wishes he could wipe the memory of your panicked eyes from his brain, but that image will still haunt him in his grave.

Something has changed though. His shampoo is shampoo and his cassettes are his cassettes. There’s always pie in the fridge and she’s not playing any pranks on him anymore.

It makes him feel even worse. Especially when she explains to him that she’d rather be nice to her pain-in-the-ass brother and have him alive than be mean and have him dead.

“You know one thing doesn’t have anything to do with the other, right?”

It almost sounds like she’s blaming herself. As if Dean’s death was her punishment for bickering 24/7. It’s not right, if anyone should be feeling guilty, it’s him. And he does. God, he does.

It’s very obvious that she’s more afraid of losing him again than she is of the monster he’s become.

He’s set out on playing double the amount of pranks on her then, in hopes of getting some normalcy back. Of reminding his little sister that he’s still here, he’ll always be there. He’ll always be her pain-in-the-ass brother that’ll look out for her and keep her safe and play pranks on her.

When one morning he finds his toothbrush in a jar of pickles, bristles soaked in the vinegar-y liquid, it’s a small victory. Her post-it note with a smug smiley drawn on it is a step in the right direction.

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[cruel-seduction]

James Potter as Your Boyfriend

a/n - I am listening to my romantic playlist on repeat so it might be more cheesy than I intend it to be.

(୨୧) That Infuriatingly Perfect HairJames Potter is the guy who knows his hair is a mess and somehow still uses it as his primary flirting tactic. (Like, sir, did you actually think ruffling your hair would make me swoon? … Okay, maybe a little.) He smirks every time you roll your eyes at him doing it, but the kicker is when you catch him fixing it in a reflection right before seeing you. “Gotta look sharp for my girl,” he says with a wink. (Spoiler: he does not, in fact, look sharp, but you love it anyway.)

(୨୧) The Walking Ego (Who’s Secretly a Softie)He loves to show off in front of you, especially on the Quidditch field. He’ll pull stunts, grinning like he’s the coolest guy in the world, just to hear you cheer his name. (Never mind that he almost fell off his broom that one time; we don’t talk about that.) But when it’s just the two of you, his cocky demeanor drops, and he’s all shy smiles and quiet, “Did you really think I was good out there? Or are you just saying that because you love me?” cue him melting when you reassure him.

(୨୧) His Endless Need for Validation

James is the guy who constantly asks, “Did you see that?!” anytime he does anything remotely impressive, even if it’s just catching a piece of parchment midair. (You could be reading, and he’ll yell, “Love, LOOK!” before performing some ridiculous stunt). He’s a golden retriever in human form, and if you don’t immediately cheer for him, he’ll sulk until you give him a kiss. (You love it, though. Admit it).

(୨୧) His Terrible Jealousy

James acts like he’s the most confident guy alive, but the second someone flirts with you, his ears turn red, and he starts loudly talking about how amazing his girlfriend is. (You: “Subtle, Potter.” Him: “Not subtle, James Potter.”) If you so much as laugh at someone else’s joke, he’ll spend the next hour sulking until you kiss him and say, “No one compares to my idiot.” (He perks up immediately, naturally.)

(୨୧) The Chaotic Pillow Talk

James is that boyfriend who talks nonsense when you’re lying in bed together. One moment, he’s whispering sweet nothings like, “You’re my entire world,” and the next, he’s like, “Do you think Sirius could charm his hair to look like yours? Because I think about it a lot.” (You: “What the actual fuck?” Him: “I’m serious.”) Somehow, you love him more for it.

(୨୧) The Unintentional PDAJames isn’t subtle. At all. He’s the guy who’ll grab your hand in the middle of class, lean over, and whisper, “You look really pretty today,” loud enough for everyone—including Professor McGonagall—to hear. (You’re mortified; he’s grinning like a cat that got the cream.) And when you try to scold him later, he just shrugs and says, “What? I’m not gonna hide how I feel. Everyone should know you’re mine.”

(୨୧) The Emotional ProtectorJames may be a reckless Gryffindor, but when it comes to your emotional well-being, he’s shockingly thoughtful. If you’re upset, he’s the first to notice, even if you try to hide it. He’ll pull you into a quiet corner and say, “What’s wrong, love? You know you can tell me anything.” And if you cry? Oh, this man will hold you so tightly it’s like he’s trying to shield you from the entire world. (He definitely whispers, “I’ve got you, always,” like it’s a solemn vow.)

(୨୧) The Ride-or-Die RomanticJames Potter is the kind of boyfriend who makes you feel like you’re his entire world. He’s got that intense Gryffindor loyalty, and once he’s in love, there’s no turning back. He’ll write you corny notes like, “You’re the best thing to ever happen to me, and I’m including winning the House Cup in that list.” (They’re signed with little doodles of a stag and a heart because he’s the absolute worst.)

(୨୧) The Over-the-Top Romantic Gestures

He’ll do big, stupidly romantic things, like charming the stars in the Astronomy Tower to spell out your name (Sirius: “You’re disgusting, mate.” James: “Shut it, Pads, she’s the one”). But he’s also the type to leave little notes in your books, like “Marry me?” and “You’re the sexiest witch alive.” (You’ve found many letters in Hogwarts, A History. Yes, you kept them all.)

(୨୧) The Unexpected Vulnerability

Despite all his confidence, James has quiet moments when he doubts if he’s enough for you. “You could have anyone,” he’ll say softly, tracing patterns on your arm. (His voice cracks, and your heart aches). You always pull him close, reminding him that he’s more than enough, and he’ll smile in that shy, boyish way that makes your chest warm. (You: “You’re my James.” Him: “Always.”)

(୨୧) The King of Over-the-Top Gestures

James doesn’t just love you; he worships you. He’s the guy who’ll book out the entirety of Madam Puddifoot’s just to have a private date (you: “James, this is ridiculous.” him: “Ridiculously romantic, you mean”). But he’ll also sit with you on the Quidditch stands, freezing his arse off, just because he knows you like watching the stars after a match.

(୨୧) The Secret Softie

Yes, he’s cocky. But when it comes to you? This man melts. You mention being tired? Suddenly there’s a hot cup of tea waiting for you in the common room. (You: “How’d you know?” Him: “I’m James Potter. I know everything.”) He’d deny it if anyone else asked, but he lives to see you smile. His whole demeanor changes when it’s just the two of you—less bravado, more tenderness. (If you catch him staring at you all lovesick, just know he’s planning your wedding in his head.)

(୨୧) The “I’m Your Biggest Cheerleader” Energy

James will hype you up like his life depends on it. Got an essay due? “No problem, love, you’ve got this!” Need help with a spell? He’ll spend hours practicing with you until you nail it. And when you do, he’s out here clapping like you just won the Quidditch Cup. (Sirius: “Mate, chill, it’s a summoning charm.” James: “IT’S A BIG DEAL, PADFOOT.”) You can’t even be annoyed because the way he beams at you makes your heart flutter every damn time.

(୨୧) The Ego and the Heart to Match

James knows he’s hot—and he’ll never let you forget it. (You: “You’re insufferable.” Him: “You mean irresistible.”) But here’s the kicker: despite his cockiness, he’s never made you feel less than cherished. He’s the type to blow off quidditch practice just to study with you for your OWLs, or charm your quill to write faster when he sees you stressing. (You didn’t even ask. He just noticed.) He may act like the world revolves around him, but you’re the sun he orbits.

(୨୧) The Bravado

This man will not shut up about how good he is at everything—Quidditch, hexes, kissing you senseless against a bookshelf. And the worst part? He’s not wrong. (You: “Cocky much?” Him: “Confident, sweetheart. There’s a difference.”) But then there’s the unexpected softness, like when he presses his forehead against yours after, whispering, “You’re all I’ll ever want.” It’s the mix of arrogance and vulnerability that leaves you completely undone every time. (Yes, you’re ruined. No, you’re not mad about it.)

(୨୧) The “I’d Die for You” Loyalty

James would go to the ends of the earth for you—and you know it. He’s reckless when it comes to protecting you, stepping in front of danger without a second thought. (You: “Stop being so stupidly brave!” Him: “I can’t help it; it’s in the Potter genes. Do you want your kids to have these genes??”) Even in his most infuriating moments, you can’t deny how deeply he loves you. He’s yours, completely and irrevocably, and Merlin, does it feel good to be loved by James Potter.

[jayvikstolemyheart]

I want to know what would have happened to Viktor if he got the Jinx shimmer treatment from Singed.

The biggest thing is would it have fixed his leg and/or his disease. I’d also like to know how it would affect Viktor’s mental state, since it seemed to have an impact on Jinx mentally, but she was already pretty… ill before the procedure.

Maybe it could be that he still has to use the cane most of the time, but he can still do the small bursts of quick movement that Jinx can.

And for his lungs maybe the procedure helps, but because it’s a chronic condition he has to have continuous shimmer treatment.

But his mental state…

He could keep a steady head when he was doing his Shimmer + Hexcore treatment but in someways the Shimmer procedure that Singed use is perhaps more intense.

It would be so fun to see Viktor get a little drunk on the power. Using the same moves he uses when controlling the white doll in the council room (Not necessarily Jayce and Mel still being his enemies, just the vibes). Getting a little cocky, playful, because the first time ever the sheer effort of living does not cause immense pain and Viktor is giddy with the feeling.

I’d like to see Viktor get a little flirty with people, with Jayce (tho this is more my guilty pleasure speaking). Now that pain and mortality no longer weigh on his mind and he has more confidence in his body, Viktor feels like he can participate in the romantic/dating stuff he never had the time or energy for. Doesn’t hurt that he feels more attractive now having minimised his perceived flaws.

If Viktor and Jayce aren’t divorced during this, I’d love to see Jayce’s reactions. He would definitely be happy especially at first, seeing his friend life and a greatly increased quality of life. But I think Jayce would also worry about Viktor’s mindset. How Viktor seems to think that his value as a person has increased now, while Jayce always thought Viktor was amazing. And because the two can never communicate properly Viktor might get the idea that Jayce would prefer it if Viktor was always weak and feeble, sitting in the back corner while depending on Jayce to be the frontman. Of course that’s not the case but like I said, these two are terrible at talking about their feelings with each other at the right time. Some wrong moves here and there and we might get a Shimmer (Machine) Herald.

I never know how to wrap these up but I hope someone else can see my vision.

[unistaryo]

Hey I read recently one of your works and I really enjoy your style of writing and I find the way you write really comforting!!🙃☺️ I was going to ask if you could do headcannons on Alucard as a dad with another vampire. (I know canonically it wouldn’t happen ever but i was just curious lol)

Alucard as a dad with a vampire child (headcanons)

//I don't know how, but I somehow got extremely sick💀. So I'm sorry if this is ooc

I feel like you will most likely adopt a child who was turned into a vampire during a mission, immediately taking the role of a caretaker and forcing Alucard to do the same

The first couple of days or months he wouldn't really accept the role of the father figure

It would take a lot of convincing from your side for him to even stop trying to get you to stop parenting the child

He sees himself as someone who failed as a human, who willingly became a monster and he is very aware of his nature, Alucard can't comprehend how you can even think about him in such a positive way

But he will eventually comply in his own twisted way, maybe after your child has proven that while they can be a creature of the night, they still have some sort of humanity in them

maybe the child drank blood from an animal but is still compassionate to other people

Alucard loves and hates the child's innocence at the same time

He sometimes teaches your child how to control their vampiric powers, but it will mainly remain your responsibility (he's afraid the child will take too much after him)

He will definitely tease you a lot about your parental tendencies like "Where are you going? You know, you can barely handle one"

Despite this, his love and respect for you increased even more than before, again because he seems to value determination, will and courage

Alucard will definitely bring the child on a mission, maybe on one who isn't so bloody as usual. If you aren't on board with this he will do it in secret, unless you talk to Integra

Integra will command him to stop until the child has grown

The vampire does have his dad moments, trust me

He melts every time he sees you and his kid having a moment

If somebody other than a few range of specific people dares to comment about you two in a bad way, that person will either be traumatized for life to straight up killed

Alucard will play a lot with your child, he isn't far from teaching him how to transform and many more

Those two will prank soldiers in the most unhinged way

The child will love horror and adventure movies with extreme violence in the future, trust me

But, given how Alucard is one of their main caretakers, they will also become violent and mess with people on purpose (Alucard will either be entertained or curse himself because of this)

If something happens to the child, BLOOD WILL BE SHATTERED

He will have no mercy on whoever even looks at his kid in a weird way

(in Ultimate) Seras and Pip would be more than happy to help with babysitting, and the overall process of taking care of the child, more Seras actually, but Pip finds a good opportunity to get closer to the vampire

In the end, both of them will become extremely attached to your kid

Integra will remain distant, but it is clear she also cares a lot about the child, often forgetting they are a vampire

Walter will provide with the necessities but won't be extremely involved. But he will babysit from time to time, and even train them in small ways

(in 2001) Seras will help like her ultimate counterpart, but I feel like she will take them out more, even showing them her old home

Here, Integra will be a lot more distant, letting comments slip more often regarding the situation, but still cares immensely about them, even if she doesn't show it

I don't know why, but I feel that this version of Walter is more fatherly, so I think he will be more involved in the child's life, maybe even letting them accompany him in the mansion when he doesn't have an important task

Peter Fargason will sometimes entertain the child in small ways, only if the others aren't looking, but will mostly keep his distance

[l1ve-l4ugh-lov3craft]

I ALMOST FORGOT TO POST MY 'BARTY WATCHING EVAN IN THE ARENA' CRIVERS THOUGHTS THAT HAVE BEEN SLOW-COOKING

okay hold on let me gather them up again

sooo something somethinggg...at first barty is just watching for regulus yk? cos that's his best friend and he wants to make sure he's okay, or at least if he dies he wants to see it happen to...i dunno...like bring closure? idk

anyway so he's watching and probably more worried for regulus than he'll admit and then the first five minutes in the arena, he watches reg run into (literally) this strange-looking blonde dude who was weirdly beautiful in a way that i know barty did not know what to do with

he probably recognised evan from the little snippets that had been televised of the training era, and at first i think he might have been kinda jealous and suspicious of him? like worried that evan was just using regulus

but then slowwwwwly he started to get more and more intrigued by him as he and reg continued their alliance. it definitely started when it became clear evan wasn't going to sell regulus out to the death eaters or kill him after they did all the stuff to get the weapons at the river

and then they split up and then they end up reuniting and yada yada and maybe barty started to become more and more fascinated by evan rosier. nodding in approval when he did something particularly cool. laughing when he said something funny. just little things

and eventually it might have even been accompanied with the thoughts of 'what if?' what if he had met evan rosier somewhere? would they have been friends?

i don't think barty even really realised how attatched to evan he had somehow become until the spear was in his gut. because why did it hurt so bad to watch him die?? clearly it was vicarious grief because regulus was so clearly hurting, right? but that wasn't it, was it?

i think in the end evan's death could have been very odd for barty. because he had never met this boy in his life, so why did he feel such a weirdly profound sense of loss when he died?

and i don't think it necessarily lasted long, the grief he felt over evan rosier's death, but it was definitely there. and i think that maybe, for a longggg time afterward, he would find himself thinking about a certain set of blue eyes and the boy who used to say no one ever thought to look up

[namelessprayers]

the thing about people like cheng xiaoshi is that they love everything. lu guang was aware of this from the very beginning, and he has the sufficient reasoning to match the claim.

it's not simply because cheng xiaoshi is unbelievably nice or far too empathetic for his own good; it's because anything he can make look beautiful through the camera is something that he cherishes. but seeing as everything cheng xiaoshi takes a photo of is somehow transformed into something worth seeing, lu guang deducts that he must be in love with everything to some extent.

no one can envision the universe so favorably and not be somewhat in love with it. lu guang can be glad, at least, that the universe seems to return the love of cheng xiaoshi in kind.

when it comes to cheng xiaoshi taking photos of anyone, he manages to make them look as good as everything else, as lu guang supposes that general people are also grouped under the umbrella term of the universe. and so cheng xiaoshi loves everything, highlights the good and almost makes lu guang fall a little in love too.

actually, scratch that, not almost and not a little; lu guang falls all the way in love with cheng xiaoshi, definitely a bit too much.

which would be fine, if it weren't for that fact that every photo cheng xiaoshi takes of lu guang makes it seem like he is in love, just a few degrees more than lu guang can deal with. but he's sure that it's nothing personal, because cheng xiaoshi has always been like that in his photography, painstakingly in love with the subject.

it sucks since lu guang is pretty sure he'll only ever love cheng xiaoshi sincerely out of everything else.

but there are set foundations to the infinite timelines lu guang intercepts. in each timeline, cheng xiaoshi is genuine above all else and lu guang is a liar, a fool. in each timeline, cheng xiaoshi loves everything else whilst lu guang only loves him, maybe exclusively and probably forever. in any case, lu guang cannot escape his own distaste for the world itself, or the fact that cheng xiaoshi does love him amongst everything, perhaps even more than most.

lu guang is sure this has all happened before. he is sure that he's lived the part where cheng xiaoshi confesses through their photoshoots in which he manages to make lu guang look anything but a miserable product of grief and mourning and absolute hypocrisy.

lu guang wants to ask cheng xiaoshi how he manages to love the universe which will bring him to a cruel end and let him go. it asks lu guang, begs him through everything, to let cheng xiaoshi go.

lu guang knows that much, and yet, he remains with time at his fingertips and a photo of himself taken by cheng xiaoshi in his palms. he doesn't think he'll ask the question, because he has eternity to do it. he doesn't think he'll confess, to all of it whether love or lies, because he's pretty sure it wouldn't matter anymore.

though as much lu guang wants to say none of it matters anymore and everything is now nothing, derailed by time, he knows it's not true. lu guang knows, because he still wants cheng xiaoshi every time he's gone and he always fails to reconcile with that end.

doing this over and over again is as inevitable as cheng xiaoshi's love for everything, as inevitable as his untimely death, as inevitable as it was when lu guang first set eyes on him and should've known. but even if he did, he doubts he'd have done it any different, and still he continues to prove that there's only one thing to make it so;

the thing about someone like lu guang is that he loves cheng xiaoshi above all else, and even that little piece of everything, he'll never quite have. but he's always been aware of that, and despite it, he still tries.

[kookinglikeachef]

ATEEZ AS FRAT GUYS

Ot8 x F. Reader Content warning: Sexual language

kookinglikeachef: Was originally writing this for “The Sex Lives of College Guys” ff but I don’t think I’ll be doing it anymore because of internal doubts🥲

Hongjoong:

Obviously the fraternity president

He runs shit in and out of the frat house

Takes gender and theory studies courses

And bagged a lot of partnerships with local businesses for fundraising

He had to convince the dean many times not to expel certain members

*Cough* SanGi *cough*

He can be a bit of a snob and a little uptight

Sets strict drinking limits and instruct that the house is intact the next morning

20 minutes in and he’s convincing everyone to climb the chimney

Can usually handle his alcohol but when he gets piss drunk

He’s Debby Ryan-ing at every girl that talks to him

Seonghwa:

Alpha nerd

He only cares about his LEGOs and turning his assignments in on time

Locks himself in his room when there’s a party

Because he just got his new Star Wars set

Eventually joins halfway through

Only to judge everyones never have I ever scandals

But they won’t ever get one out of him

“Never have I ever been to a sex party”

Please he HOSTED and ORGANIZED

Laughing in his head cause not a single soul will ever know about it

Not even his members

And if you’re wondering how no one will find out?!

Well he’s got a fallback plan that proves he was at his fraternity in his room

During said day and said times

BUILDING HIS DAMN LEGOS

He’s also the one that take care of his brothers after a huge party

Probably the only reason the entire house hasn’t gone to shit tbh

Yunho:

The one with the girlfriend

They’ve been together since the second year of high school

And got into the same college

Still going four years strong

He’s majoring in computer engineering

So his servers are not the only thing that can sustain a long uptime *wink, wink*

His hobbies are taking photos of his girlfriend

Or trying any and every kink in the book with her

MULTIPLE PREGNANCY SCARES

Beer pong king

If anyone tries to hit on him he will not let them finish a sentence without making it clear he’s taken

Doesn’t mean that he dislikes getting attention from people that aren’t his girlfriend, though

Sometimes he’d flirt back

Says it’s not cheating if nothing physical happens

Definitely disregards his girlfriend’s feelings about it

He can be a jerk sometimes

Yeosang:

1stly

He don’t wanna be here

He don’t even know how he got into a frat in the first place

Yet he unexpectedly fit in well

Truthfully, he’s the one that’s attracting all the ladies to the frat house

Like roaches

The sorority girls LOVE him

And I mean they want him so bad

As a sister AND to get eaten out by him

Even though he only ever hooked up with one girl

She spread the news like jelly on bread and he’s suddenly that Pod the Rod type (game of thrones lmao)

Pretends to not understand why girls are in love with him

When his members ask him about it,

“I don’t know her” he’ll shrug

It’s always the quiet ones

San:

He’s definitely a legacy

Comes from generations of mischief

I solemnly swear that he’s up to no good

Also comes from money but doesn’t like to brag about it

He’s getting a Bachelor of Arts degree

And is a strip poker enthusiast

Never has a shirt on

He fucks every other week but not-so-secretly just wants to fuck his best friend

Bro bonding time is his favorite time

He loves to talk feelings and makes sure his members are okay

And actually enjoys the charity events

Even volunteers as the mascot

And daydreams about what it would be like to fuck his best friend in it

He and Wooyoung are infamous for their coma-inducing

“Frat punch”

The recipe is only known to them

But anyone who attends their parties are deeply warned about it

He forces people to listen to his drunk rants about how much he’s in love with his best friend of 12 years

Then blacks out under the table hugging a bottle with her picture taped to it

It’s not creepy

He’s just down bad

Still shows up early to morning lectures in blacked out sunglasses

And gets scolded by his best friend

Then he remembers when he told someone that he’s in love with his best friend

Thinks it may have been her

Mingi:

Mingki is the shy one

Or at least that’s what he wants people to believe

No guy on campus likes bringing their girl around him because

HE. WILL. TAKE. THEIR. BITCH.

And he doesn’t even mean to

But he’s ultimately sweet and will never turn down sex

He sleeps around a lot as well as sleeping through classes

Missed and failed his exams

So his grades aren’t as hot as him

Gets told a lot that if he really applied himself

He’d be a great business major

But he doesn’t really gaf

Everyone thinks he’s failing

But he passes with flying colors

Did I mention that he fucked the dean’s wife because she promised to convince her husband not to expel him?

Wooyoung:

Everyone on campus knows about this mother fucker right here

Friends with literally everybody

He majors in history

And is THE life of the party

If he’s not there it’ll be lame af

Good thing he never misses one, though

And still manages to keep up clean grades

He gets invited to other fraternity parties

Thinks he’s going to die at every party

Genuinely believes that the hash slinging slasher is out to get him

That’s just a result of the “Frat Punch”

He does not do relationships

Only has friends with benefits and brags about his favorite ones

Texts “hey big head” whenever he’s horny

And would tag them in fwb memes

He’ll still invite them to hangout with his members

Even after being balls deep in them like five minutes ago

Jongho:

Will deny being in a frat unless you show up outside his door to prove it

Only joined because he heard the rooms are bigger

He does EVERYTHING

From theater to sports to board games with elderly residents

So you know he’s pulling the theater kids and athletes and a classmates auntie

He majors in one of two subjects

Computer Science or Architecture

You see what he does to those apples and watermelons?!

Those hands are God-given

Ask the swim team

At parties, he’s in charge of the playlists

And he sneaks some Wicked in there when everyone’s too drunk to notice

He’s banned from ordering kegs because he kept ordering wine instead

Beats everyone’s ass at pool

Wooyoung likes to hustle people into placing bets on him but he’d just give the money to any charity the sorority might have

[alex-thegiraffeboyy]

Chapter 8: California and me

Bewitched Masterlist

Summary: After the best break they've had in years, Violet and tu wake up together and discover the new insecurities of their friendship. They are also introduced to new conflicts.

Words: 4.8k

Warnings: Vi may get a little excited, but nothing explicit. Body insecurities, confused feelings and mentions of injury. Lots of feelings, sorry.

N/A: Happy New Year! Sorry this took so long to arrive...

Waking up for the first time after years at Vi's side is definitely an experience, starting with the fact that they both have a hard time waking up (something they are sure hasn't happened to them in years). And even though at some point in the morning you wake up, Vi's warmth along with her warm embrace coaxes you back to a sleepy state again.

Your bodies feel heavy, but at the same time light. You are a tangle of limbs, but somehow you managed to stay hugged (or something like that) for the rest of the night.

Ekko tries to pick you up in the morning, and although he respects your privacy, not hearing you respond ignited a spark of concern. At this hour you're usually more than awake and active, but there's not half a trace of you. So the sight of the two of you cuddled and fast asleep catches him off guard, and he doesn't have the heart to wake you, so he just goes back outside as quietly as he can and carefully closes the door.

The people in the kitchen see him pass by and ask about you, wondering if you've left the lair before (even though they know you always let them know when you know it's going to happen) or if something had happened to you, since it was the second time you didn't show up, something unusual for you. Ekko just shrugs and casually replies "She's fine, she's just resting".The people in the kitchen are surprised and quickly turn to look at each other. Ekko can't blame them, a part of him is surprised too. In all the time they've all been here, they've never, ever seen you rest of your own free will. It's always because of some injury or illness, always fighting with Ekko, claiming that you're fine, that you can still help.

So everyone is quite happy when they hear that you've decided to rest a little more that morning. Although they don't really know (except for Ekko) that it's all due to Vi's uncanny ability to relax you and make you feel calm enough to sleep a couple of hours longer.

🦋

It is almost noon when they both finally manage to wake up.

The first to emerge from sleep is Vi, opening her eyes slowly, blinking repeatedly to adjust to the light (in fact, she finds it strange, even disturbing for a second to wake up in such light when she's so used to waking up in the dark cells of Stillwater). Her eyes move slowly along the walls, acknowledging her surroundings, reminding her head that she is no longer in prison, that Caitlyn got her out the day before, remembering everything else that had happened. Which leads her to remember where she is right now. More precisely who she's with. Her eyes drop down to you, your face is inches from hers and she can feel your breath through the arm she has around your waist. She knows you are real, she knows you are there.

Oh, my goodness. You're there. You're there with her. You are not a hallucination brought on by exhaustion or a beating.

She hugs you against her body tightly and gently. She rests her head against the crown of your head and breathes in the scent of your hair. A mixture of smoke and spices. She leaves a kiss there and closes her eyes, breathing slowly. Finding comfort in the moment and enjoying it. She hear a low moan come out of your mouth before you pull away from her long enough to look into her face.

You feel confused, your head feels strangely light and your body very relaxed. You're not used to waking up like this. You blink a couple of times and yawn as you register the presence beside you. A part of you feels embarrassed. What did you do now that you don't remember and that you will (probably) regret later?.

But when your gaze clears and you focus on the girl in front of you, all your doubts and anticipated regrets vanish. In front of you, Violet is watching you with a relaxed, affectionate smile. Her head is lying back on your pillow and her hair is disheveled.

Say you're surprised is an understatement.

You're too sleepy to take in everything you're feeling at this very moment, so... You just admire her. You realize that her cheek isn't the only thing where she has a tattoo. Yesterday you were so nervous that you didn't notice it, but now, holding her next to you, you notice the nut-shaped tattoo on her neck, and the t-shirt you lent her reveals her tattooed arms. Your eyes roam over her, and you are tempted to move to see how far the tattoo goes.

Vi, on the other hand, just watches you, but a part of her feels nervous about the way you look at her. She knows she's attractive. Jesus, God knows she's been told that too many times for her own good (and she's no stranger to how attractive she looks, honestly). But you don't look at her lustfully. You don't see her as if she's the sexiest thing you've ever seen. No. You see her... as if she deserves to be seen. You see her with such awe, such fondness. Your eyes are curious as you watch the curves painted on her muscles, as if she's the most amazing, coolest thing you've ever been able to observe. And she doesn't know how to feel about that. She's never really thought she deserved to be seen that way.

To be seen vulnerable.

And when you decide to raise your hand to gently trace the inky lines she doesn't stop you and she doesn't pull away either, because she knows she is safe here with you. Because she enjoys the way you look at her (and touch her), she enjoys this intimacy.

"It's a great job. Did you get them done in Stillwater?" your voice still sounds sleepy, and she can't quite take in the gentle way you speak to her.

She answers you with an affirmative murmur "It's pretty amazing what some people can do in prison with ink stolen from some guard and some toothpicks."

Your eyes widen a little at her response, but it is quickly replaced by a smile settles on your lips "Yeah, you betcha."

Vi doesn't think much about it, indeed, she doesn't even think about it, it just comes out of her mouth "But the tattoo on my back is even better".

That seems to wake you up enough. You sit up abruptly, startling Vi a little "No fucking way" pulling her out of place, she blinks a couple of times at you, as she notices the excited smile on your face "You have to let me see it".

Vi's cheeks soon turn a soft shade of pink at your words. She opens and closes her mouth a couple of times not knowing what to respond, and a part of her feels frustrated at feeling so self-conscious. She's been totally naked in front of women before (and in much more intimate ways than this), so why does she feel so shy at your request?

She doesn't realize how long she stays quiet and lost in thought, but you clearly do, which makes you wonder if you've just overstepped a boundary, if you've made her uncomfortable with your request and screwed things up "I mean-" your eyes flick nervously around the room, your hands shake nervously and a strained smile graces your lips "You don't have to if you don't want to. It's a stupid request, I'm sorry if I just made you uncomfortable, it just sounds like a really cool thing to do and I just wanted to-"

"Okey"

"Huh?"

Vi lets out a small laugh at your reaction, a soft smile lingers on her lips "You caught me off guard, Sunshine. But it's okay, I'll show you the tattoo" The pink still lingers on her cheeks, and her smile is slightly embarrassed.

"Vi, seriously, if this makes you uncomfortable you don't have to-"

"It's okay, Sunshine" Vi repeats softly, taking your hand and giving it a squeeze "I... I know I'm safe here... With you. And I really want to let you see it" your expression softens at her words, your eyes looking into hers with a warmth and affection that she's not ready to face. At least not yet. "Besides, I know how much you like to have references to draw from" she says teasingly as a smirk replaces the soft smile of a few seconds ago, which elicits a chuckle from you.

Vi sits up and turns around with her back to you, and although from that moment you can see a piece of her tattoo on her shoulder blades, you are not prepared for what you are about to see. Vi takes a deep breath as she grabs the ends of the t-shirt fabric, fiddling with nervous fingers. Finally she takes the ends of her sides and lifts the garment up, pulling it over her head and leaving it on her arms to cover her entire front. And the first thing that greets her after the sound of the fabric passing over her skin is silence and your soft breathing. Vi almost always has a witty comment, a flirting phrase, something. But right now she doesn't know what to do.

Say something, please.

Her breath feels stuck in her throat, and she feels strange. Normally she doesn't care what people think of her, but with you it's different. What would you do if you think the tattoo is awful, if you think she's awful? What if you find her unpleasant? If her back is too toned instead of delicate and feminine and you dislike that. What if it's not enough? what if it's not-?

"Violet this is so..." and she is ready to hear any horrible word come out of your lips, she is ready to hear that she is too masculine or anything like that. So when you softly complete "Violet this is so beautiful" (You are so beautiful, you want to say) she knows she is lost.

Your eyes scan up and down her back and you pull back a little to get a better look at her, and soon you realize you feel as if you are under a spell, mesmerized by the sight of her bare back. You watch every stroke, every line of ink on every defined muscle on her body. Your cheeks along with the tips of your ears feel hot, and you make a great effort to keep your hands on your thighs "Can I...?" You get caught for a moment in your throat, you feel nervous, and you're afraid this time you'll break a boundary and make her feel very uncomfortable. You're afraid to fuck things up "Can I touch your back?".

Vi feels you stop breathing for a second. The air becomes tense for a few seconds, and you're about to take back your words and apologize when you catch the soft nod she gives you. You take a breath before lifting one of your hands gently, bringing it to the center of his back, where two large circles and lines of dark ink divide his shoulder blades "I'm going to touch you now" your hand stops below the circles, over the strokes of nuts and lines on his spine and shoulder blade. Your thumb traces the circumference delicately, your eyes dart around curious and amazed at each piece of exposed skin. You bring your hand up to trace the lines of smoke, and you don't realize at what point your other hand lands on Vi's waist, you just feel her body tense a little more, but you think it's because of your attentions.

Vi sits there, straight and as stiff as a broomstick. Her hands are pressed against her thighs, holding tightly to the cloth of the clothes she still keeps in her arms to cover her chest. She can't help it if every so often a shiver runs through her, causing her to give a little jump, only to immediately hear a whispered apology from you. But she doesn't feel able to respond, mistrusting her own voice to give you a proper answer. She feels your fingers trace every muscle and inky line with soft, loving touch as she feels the thumb of your other hand trace distracted circles on her waist. She doesn't know how to feel, a part of her feels incredibly warm and nervous, while another part of her feels calm and somewhat anxious, insecure, I might say. But it is specifically at a shallow caress that traces her entire spine to her lower back that makes her thighs clench, and she has to keep her mouth shut and almost bite her tongue to keep from letting out an embarrassed sound. But you're too distracted and amazed to notice.

Your hand slides several times across her skin, and you soon realize that this was a bad idea. Because you feel it's not enough. You feel like you need to trace every bit of her, that you need to kiss every inky line, every muscle, every mark....

But you know you shouldn't.

So you admire the tattoos for a few more seconds, your thumb making circles on her left shoulder in a groove-shaped tattoo. And before you can even think about it, your body acts on its own, pulling you closer to her other shoulder and leaving a kiss there "Thank you" you murmur, still next to the skin you just kissed, leaving a tingle there.

"It's nothing, Sunshine" although in reality, Vi feels every part you touched on her back (and even parts you didn't even touch) tingle

🦋

Later, when you are both dressed in your usual clothes and much more relaxed, you both chat as you make your way to the dining room, where a very anxious Caitlyn is standing in the food line.

A malicious grin climbs to your lips "Do you think her majesty is mad at us?" you ask teasingly before giving her a playful look.

She lets out a snort at your gaze before turning hers to the enforcer "I think so" her gaze softens and a tender smile covers her mouth, her eyes look away "But it was worth it".

And as they both approach Caitlyn all you can think about is how glad you are that Violet is back in your life.

🦋

Caitlyn was very tempted to ask them what took them so long to wake up so late, but, honestly, she didn't want to know. So she preferred to keep her mouth shut rather than find out things she didn't want to know (even if none of what she thinks actually happened).

During the day, Caitlyn, Ekko, Vi, Scar and you put everything in order so you all can leave to take the crystal in a few hours. You come to the conclusion that only Ekko will go with Caitlyn and Vi to talk to the council, but that you will still accompany them to the bridge to make sure everything goes well before returning to supervise everything (along with Scar) at the tree. And your mission out of the sanctuary would be postponed until they could get everything in order.

And despite your best attempts, you can't stay with Vi for more than five minutes before something requires your attention (Plus, you're embarrassed to interrupt Vi and Caitlyn while they're talking, you don't want to seem nosy... ), so you really only spend some time together at lunch before you get back to some important situation.

Which gives you time to think.

You know you have feelings for Vi, even after all these years, it's still there. But you know that, despite what you both would most like, she's not the same. But you want to get to know this new version of her. Rather: You want to fall in love with her changes instead of just the past.

But you are afraid. What if she's not interested in who you are now?

What if she doesn't like you?

And that's not all. There's something. Something in the way she look at Caitlyn, the way she talk to her, the way she smile at her. Maybe you're delusional, but you've seen enough people over the last 7 years to know that Vi, at least, is attracted to the enforcer.

And you don't feel able to compete against that.

You'd much rather see her be happy with someone else than ruin her friendship with your complicated feelings.

So you reinforce your walls and build new ones in your heart.

. . .

But Vi, on the other hand, doesn't know exactly how she feels. It's all happening too fast and she can't process everything she's feeling.

She knows she's attracted to Caitlyn. She think she's smart, attractive (God, too attractive) and she know's she's a good person, but she know even better that she loves you. That she's in love with you and wants to love the person you've become. That you seem the most beautiful and attractive person to her even after all this time. She wants to know every new like and dislike, to know what makes you laugh and all your new quirks. She wants to be a part of your life.

But just like you, she's terrified of messing things up. Even this morning's event! Should I consider it as something beyond friendship? You... Were you attracted to her or was it mere curiosity? Is it just physical or does you like her too?

Are you in love with her?

She has so many unanswered questions. And she's very tempted to ask you to get an answer. But... She just got you back. She doesn't want to screw things up.

Besides, what if the person you are now doesn't manage to match with her?

Her head is spinning and her feelings feel tangled in her chest and give her a headache. She know's that right now her number one priority is to find Powder, but you also want to resolve this dilemma of emotions.

They are both so in love that they would rather see the other be happy from afar than risk screwing up their friendship with complicated feelings.

But at the end of the day, it's Violet who decides to step up and put her hands in the fire.

Or at least that's what she intended.

🦋

Once night falls over the streets of Zaun and Piltover, the four of you leave the lair and make your way to the bridge that connects the two cities. On the way you notice Vi something... Distant. She looks at everything with curiosity and confusion, and it seems that a part of her is not quite there. You walk beside her, your eyes searching everything for threats, but at the same time you take a moment now and then to look at Vi, and you know she's thinking too much. She still has that look she had as a child, the one where her eyebrows furrow, her eyes narrow and seem distant, her jaw tenses and her lips grimace. You move a little closer to her and carefully intertwine your pinky with hers. You remember that physical contact always did Violet good in these types of situations, however, you keep your grip loose in case that is no longer the case. Vi seems to snap out of a piece of her trance at the contact, her gaze is now focused on her connected limbs, but she's not quite there yet. You give her a few moments and make sure she's not uncomfortable with your proximity before making another move "Is everything okay?".

Your question finishes reconnecting her with her surroundings. Her eyes clear and her hand moves to hold yours instead of just your pinky. Her gaze moves to yours, softening as she meets your eyes. She nods slowly as a lazy, almost shy smile spreads across her lips, yet she says nothing.

But that's enough for you.

And when you reach the bridge you all stop at the edge. Ekko and you look ahead with a sense of dread, while Vi looks down at her boots as she holds your hand tightly. Caitlyn glances at the bridge before returning her gaze back to you to continue the plan, but everyone remains in awkward silence for a few seconds until finally Ekko decides to break the tension by turning towards your figure. His eyes connect with yours, and Caitlyn can swear that the two of you are having a conversation through your gazes (and they probably are, a product of the years you've been working together - plus, he's your brother). Ekko chuckles and you can only smile in amusement "I guess I'll have to let you take care of the tree while I'm gone."

"It took you a while" you reply teasingly as he rolls his eyes.

This is an inside joke between you. After the firelight society came to life and you quit your job, Ekko made sure to take over almost 100% of the tree and the firelights. While he split some of his leadership responsibilities with Scar and you (his second's-in-command), he tried to make the full weight fall on him and his partner, never letting you help more than was just and strictly necessary in the larger affairs of the tree "You've taken over everything - from both of us for far too long. Let me take care of this" he had asked (almost begged) you one night when he insisted that you should rest and let him take care of things. So you were more like a... Third/Fourth in command? Sometimes Ekko preferred to let anyone take over as long as he could keep you from worrying (even knowing that you will because you'll find out somehow).

"Don't get used to it" He replies teasingly as he approaches you. On your side, you gently let go of Vi's hand (who notices when you pull your hand away and part of it returns instantly) to receive the embrace of your brother, who once in your arms let out a shaky sigh as he tightens his hug "Everything is going to be okay" you whisper softly, holding the back of his head in a comforting gesture you've had with him since he was a child. You know that what he's about to do is a big step and means so much to the cause you both have, so you offer him all the support you can.

When you both finally let go, you both give each other a firm nod, even though you can't help but smile at him, sometimes you forget that he is no longer a child who needs to be taken care of and it makes you nostalgic, but at the same time it makes you extremely proud. Caitlyn and you connect glances and nod to each other and then rest your gazes on Vi, who has been very quiet during the ride.

"Vi ?"

She lets out a sigh before looking at the three of you, and you notice that her eyes linger a few seconds longer on you "I can't leave them" Her eyes return to Ekko and Caitlyn with decision "not again".

Her words have a curious effect on you. On one hand, your heart skips a beat in excitement knowing that she will stay in Zaun, and that one of the reasons is you, but at the same time your heart squeezes and your stomach contracts knowing that the other reason is Jinx. You know better than anyone, you know that Vi wouldn't give up on her sister so soon, and you understand that. You would do the same in her situation.

But Jinx doesn't know any of this from her position on the bridge post.

"Why are they taking so long?..."

Her head is a mess. The voices echo and her heart is a tangle of threads that tighten, unravel and tangle again and again.

She knew she must have considered this option when Violet returned to Zaun. Of course she wouldn't want to run back to this shitty place. What a fool, she'd obviously go with that damn nasty Piltie.

Leaving her again.

Damnit

The voices scream, the voices talk, the voices won't even let her think.

Don't fool yourself, you know why she's leaving and you know why she's gone.

She hates you

Back then she said she needed space, but you know better than that.

Shut up.

She didn't want you then, she doesn't want you now

You're a nuisance.

Shut up.

You're a jinx.

And then she sees her sister say goodbye and walk away holding hands with the one she once called her sister as the other two continue on their way. And the voices finally fall silent.

She stays.

And she is tempted to get down and go where they are going, but decides to wait to see how it all plays out.

And the voices come back when she sees the hextech gem on Ekko's artifact, and they get even worse when she sees you and Vi running back to where they are.

She could have fought for you years ago, but she didn't. Why would she do it now?

Why would she do it now?

"Liar."

🦋

When they reach them the bridge is covered in smoke, and the intense light at the beginning of Piltover almost blinds you, but among all that you manage to find Ekko's body, and, damn, how glad you are to have made him the bulletproof metal.

Behind you Vi checks on Caitlyn, who has sliced her leg open, you lose yourself in the way she holds her, the way she looks at her... But you hear footsteps and your gaze stops on Jinx.

No, shit, not now

Ekko stirs in your arms. "she have it" you whisper, knowing he is aware enough to understand you. You hear him curse under his breath before carefully getting up "I'll get her, you stay here and catch it" The air remains heavy at his words, he exchanges a quick glance with you before reaching for his tablet "You'll have to take the stone with the council".

You panic, your eyes widen and your heart sinks in your chest "Ekko, don't-" but you don't have time to speak, Jinx has started shooting and Ekko has shot off on his board towards Jinx. It all happens in the blink of an eye, and before you know it you have the container in your hands "Go with them, Sun."

"You can't-"

"Now."

Shit.

Your gaze hardens, and maybe you're gritting your teeth a little too hard on the inside of your mouth, but you still give her a quick nod before walking over to Vi and helping her carry the enforcer.

You are almost off the bridge when you hear the bang and feel the floor rumble, pink smoke is everywhere and the smell of gunpowder fills the air. Jinx detonated a bomb.

No, fuck, please don't. God, don't take him.

And there's only one thought in your head. You have to go back, if there's a chance to save your little brother you have to go.

You hurry up and help Vi to a hallway, and as she puts Caitlyn on the floor you unhook the container and give it to the injured woman. You hear the footsteps of the executioners in the distance. Shit, you don't have much time. You dismount your board, activating it as you walk at a brisk pace to the start of the alley.

"Wait."

But you don't listen, you're just setting your board afloat when a tug stops you "Where are you going?"

"Let me go, Violet" Your voice is strained as you try to wiggle out of her grip "I need to go" The footsteps sound closer, but you still have time. You need to get out now. "I need to get back to the bridge" your heart hammers hard, so hard it hurts. Your breathing quickens and you feel the tears building up in despair.

"Sunshine, you can't go back now, the enforcers-"

"HE'S MY BROTHER" Your voice echoes off the walls and a sob sneaks in at the end of your sentence, you're shaking and frustration fills your body "If there's any chance of saving him- both of them-... " you whisper through tears and sobs, looking with a hardened gesture at the woman in front of you "I have to go back."

"Sunshine-"

"And I need you to stay here and make sure everything goes well" Your words leave no room for doubt, and Vi's heart is squeezed as you climb onto your board.

And holding back tears she watched you leave, because she couldn't make you stay, not when she knew how you felt.

And this is so fucking wicked, such a fucked up play of the universe.

N/A: I know you didn't ask me, but, in fact, Sunshine has about 5 tattoos, I just didn't put it in so you could imagine her the way you want.

[artslovergirl]

Stanford!art as a secret admirer pleaaaaase

hiii! sorry this took me literally a month to finish i am still not very good at keeping a drabble a drabble and this one really got away from me but i promise in the future that hopefully wont be the case....anywhoo! enjoy! (also ty for being my first request ever!)

admittedly, art felt like a creep. not enough to stop sneaking glances at you across the lecture hall but definitely enough to feel hot shame crawl up his neck whenever you would accidentally meet his eye contact.

he quickly glanced away and stared back at the blackboard, trying to pretend that's what he had been looking at all along.

he began fiddling with his pen, pushing the plastic end of it nervously against his lips. he could feel your eyes on him for a few moments longer before turning back around to face the professor.

great. now you probably actually thought he was a creep. which is not exactly how he planned your first form of contact to go.

...alright, to be fair, he never had an exact plan in the first place? but "make awkward eye contact" wouldn't have been a part of it. that's for sure.

he was a little out of his element here. stanford was a hell of a lot bigger than mark rebellato was.

back there, most of the girls knew him, sometimes even liked him already or he had patrick as his wingman. (or when it came to tashi, competition.) but here? he felt so unsure all of a sudden. it felt like all of the experience he had with dating seemed completely useless.

when he first saw you, he was still pretty infatuated with tashi. but that doesnt mean he didnt notice how hot you were. as more time passed the more he realized that tashi and patrick were apprently locked in (go figure the dude finally learns commitment just in time. read bitterness.) and the more he saw you, the more he heard you talk in class, the more he saw you laugh with your friends, the more you wouldnt leave his mind. not to mention how fucking smart you were. well, are.

the lecture ended and as always you were one of the first people out the door. you were always in a rush. or maybe you just had another class all the way on the other side of campus?

he wondered what your major was. he wondered if you knew he played tennis. he wondered if it would even impress you if you found out. he hoped it would.

---

art was sitting in the cafeteria stabbing his fork into his salad that consisted of like 70% veggies and 30% eggs.

he had to say, he was definitely getting sick of eggs at this point. he took a small sip of his gatorade.

usually, he drank blue, but he decided to try red today. maybe because it was patrick's favorite flavor or maybe because he needed at least a little change in routine.

unfortunately, as he went to place the bottle back down on the table, he almost knocked it over as soon as he suddenly noticed you standing by the vending machine. and then turning around. and.. walking towards him? holy shit.

at first, he thought you would just walk past him, but you stopped at his table. he didn't know if he believed in god, but at that moment, he certainly felt like a favorite.

"hey," you smiled politely, "sorry to bother you, but do you happen to have a quarter? that thing doesn't seem to take nickles." you nodded your head towards the vending machine at the entrance of the cafeteria.

"uh." his brain tried to play catch up. "um, yeah, let me check." he let out a small chuckle so he wouldn't sound so nervous, but it sounded more like he was wheezing. he pulled out his wallet, ripped apart the velcro, and checked. he silently celebrated when he noticed he did, in fact, have a few quarters. "yeah, how many do you need?" he looked up at you. his cheeks felt hot.

"oh, just one is fine." he nods, and suddenly, in front of your presence, it seems a lot harder to properly grab the quarter from his wallet. he does manage, though, and as he hands it to you, he feels your fingers brush against his palm.

as if transferred from your fingertips to his palm it felt like a surge went through his body, traveling through his arteries and sparking at the tips of his fingers and toes. you hand him your nickels in exchange. before you could turn to leave, he quickly interjected, "we're in the same class, right? english literature?"

he didnt know where he was going with this, he just wanted to keep talking to you.

your eyes flashed with recognition.

"oh, yeah! art, right? you sit behind me?" you knew his name. "yeah, yeah, that's right." he nodded, his fingers drummed against the table. there was a short lull in the conversation as he desperately tried to grasp for anything to talk about that wouldn't seem like he was hitting on you (even though he kind of was.)

"so, uh, this is actually good timing because i've been sorta meaning to talk to you anyway?" his lips pulled into a familiar charming lopsided smile.

"oh, really?" you tilted your head. "yeah." he nodded, his hand going to fidget with curls on the back of his neck that stuck out of his backwards cap.

"i, uh, need some help with some of the material, and, you know, you're so good-"

"oh, i'm not that-"

"nah, c'mon no need to be modest," there's that grin again, "i don't think i've ever seen you get a question wrong."

you huff, feeling embarrassed at the unexpected praise, "well, it's literature, so it's all interpretation, it's hard to be outright wrong."

"see, that answer just confirms it." he says.

you chuckle, finally giving in and accepting the compliment. "so..you want my help then?" he nods. he really prayed you would say yes because this was really his only plan on how to get to know you.

you mulled over it for a few seconds. then you nodded. "yeah, okay, let me give you my number and we can figure out the details later. i got another class in like-" you glanced back at the clock, "shit, 3 minutes."

you hastily ripped a piece of paper out of your notebook scribbled a number on it and left it on the table. "oh, and thanks for the quarter!" you yelled back (even though you didn't even get to use it) before booking it out of the cafeteria. guess he was right about you always being in a rush.

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4:58 pm. 2 more minutes till you'd knock at his door. art did another once over of his room. now he wasn't exactly a messy guy but he had to admit his dorm had never been this clean before. actually maybe it was too clean...would you think that was weird? like would you think he was a neatfreak? girls probably weren't into that.

he began messing up his bedsheets just a little so it wouldnt look like he had just spent the past three hours obsessively cleaning every inch of his dorm. even though thats exactly what he did.

it was a pretty small room but you'd be surprised how long it can take to clean if you're doing a real deep clean. not to mention the pain in the ass that doing laundry in college was.

he did all of this because, keeping true to your word, you did make plans with him to help him out with some of the reading.

you : does 5pm on saturday work 4 u?? :-)

art : Yeah, I'm totally free!!

(in hindsight the two exclamation points were probably a bit much.)

just as he was about to check out his hair for the 5th time today, there was a knock on the door. he glanced at the little digital watch on his wrist. 5pm sharp. wow, you were punctual. was it weird that he found that hot?

art quickly brushes a few unruly curls that were sticking out of his backwards cap away with his fingers before moving to open the door.

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"so, what's the exact stuff you're having trouble with?" you peered at him from his bed, which you were sitting on, which he was being very cool about.

you had asked him if it was okay to sit there after you had exchanged a few pleasantries and then chatted for about 10 minutes.

it was mostly about class at first, then turned into more personal topics. you asked him if he was on the tennis team, because of all the..well..tennis gear in his room.

he nodded and told you about his tennis scholarship. you chuckled and said you had never really watched any matches at stanford so far, but you'd like to see him play.

he really tried to not seem overly enthusiastic about that but he did tell you the exact time and date of his next match.

apparently, you thought the sport seemed "really impressive". ( i.e. you were impressed. i.e. you were impressed by him playing tennis. or that's at least how he heard it.)

then, after he found out you were an english major, which wasn't a surprise, you finally brought up the topic of studying.

he spun in his desk chair, to face you.

"just some of this..interpretive stuff...i feel like i never know what the professor wants to hear from me." he tapped the end of his pen against the book he was holding. "well.." you shifted into a cross-legged postion, you were wearing shorts and he was trying really hard not to stare at your legs.

"you probably shouldnt be thinking about that in the first place, you know, what the professor wants to hear? you should think about what you actually got from the book." he knew this was pretty standard advice but when you said it, it sounded like the most intelligent, world-changing thing he'd ever heard.

"riiight...what if i didnt get anything from it?" he smiled sheepishly, leaning his head on his hand. you scrunched up your nose and playfully rolled your eyes, "oh, come on, how can you read classic literature and not get anything from it? i don't believe that."

you scooted forward a little. a little closer to him. a nervous chuckle left his lips, his gaze swept back and forth between you and the book before settling on you.

truth be told, he was doing fine, at least grade-wise, and even if he wasn't, it wasn't like he was striving to become an english professor, he mostly decided to take this class on a whim. but the part about struggling with interpretations was true, it just maybe wasn't necessarily a dire enough situation to require your help...

"well, maybe youre not asking yourself the right questions before you read." you hummed, gently tapping your finger against your leg. "can i see your notes?"

art panicked a bit at that. he wasn't sure why, but suddenly someone looking at his notes felt oddly intimate. you would be able to read the bits and parts of the book he regarded as important enough to jot down. what he liked. what he didn't like. perhaps it was a little intimate.

he tried to play it casual, though, and nodded as he handed you his english lit folder. his nerves only got worse the longer you took to read through them.

then suddenly, you smiled and nodded a little bit before looking up at him again. he prayed that you couldn't see the way his heart was trying to escape his ribcage right now.

"you know, you couldve just asked me out."

before his brain could even process that sentence, his mouth seemed to go into immediate action to splutter out some kind of denial in order to salvage this, "what? i- no, no, that's not- i mean, seriously why would-"

"i mean, i wouldn't have said no. like you didn't have to pretend to need my help. you clearly don't need it-" you gently tossed his folder back onto the desk. "-plus you're cute."

he didn't move for a good few seconds until he finally caught up to what had just happened.

now, this would've been the moment where he would've liked to be really cool and smooth in his response, but instead what happened was: "um..so then are we..like are you.."

in his defense you kind of caught him off guard. like completely. he had had a plan. how the study sessions would transition into friendship, and then maybe, hopefully at some point would transition into dating. he was a patient guy, really, and you had just skipped like...everything.

"are you free tomorrow?" you asked, as you stood up to grab your bag. wow, you were really taking the wheel at this point. and he discovered that he had shockingly little problem with that.

"uh, yeah, yeah i'm free..like all day." he did have training in the morning but he truly would skip it just this once if it came down to it.

"2pm?"

"sure."

"i'll text you?"

"okay."

"so..it's a date?"

you had stood up from the bed and were suddenly already on your way out. probably because you could tell he needed a minute.

"yeah, a date." he nodded with a (almost lovestruck) smile he hadn't even noticed had snuck its way unto his lips. you reciprocated with an equally excited grin, "cool."

before he knew it, the door had clicked shut, and he was alone again. he felt warm.

"cool."