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

[shockercoco]

Peas in a Pod

Elias 'Stack' Moore x reader

Warnings - swearing, fluff

Word count - 4814

a/n - this was supposed to be posted like two weeks ago after I saw the film, but I couldn't figure out an ending lol. I'm currently out for the summer so hopefully more time for imagines, but no promises. I hope you enjoy and thanks for reading :)

Summary: After years have passed since the twins left town, you figured your feelings for one of them had dissipated and you had moved on, but that doesn't seem to be the case.

“I know that ain’t Pea I see,” you hear a voice say from behind. 

It’s a voice you haven’t heard in years, but it sounds just as familiar. You’re looking at the selection of produce in front of you, but you freeze at the sound. It only takes you another moment to turn around to reveal Stack standing there before you. 

You had been a friend to the twins ever since you all were children. You spent most of your childhood ignoring the chores your mama had instructed and hanging out with the twins instead. 

As you all got older, the boys started making a reputation for themselves, and of course your mama would tell you to leave them alone, but you never stopped. The twins weren’t that bad. Well, at least not around you. 

You would be lying if you were to say you never had feelings for one of them. After spending the majority of your life with them, it became inevitable and you found yourself developing feelings for the more eccentric twin, Elias, but everyone called him Stack.

It wasn’t a secret that you were closer to Stack, though everyone just figured it was because of Smoke’s more quiet and laid back demeanor. You never told anyone about your crush except for Mary, one of your close friends, and of course she encouraged you to confess, but you never did.

When the twins left home after their father’s death, you weren’t mad at them. How could you be?  You were happy for them. You knew what they had to endure, and you were just glad they took the first chance they had to live out their dreams.

You also thought your feelings for Stack would fade over time, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. 

“Stack? Is that really you?” You question, your eyebrows raised at the man in front of you. 

Stack’s hands are tucked in the pockets of his dress pants, which match the rest of his nicely tailored suit. A hat sits atop his head as he stares back at you with a handsome smirk on his face.

“Yes ma’am, it is,” he nods. He removes his hat as he takes a couple of steps closer towards you.

Stack was definitely in shape before he left town, but that doesn’t compare to how he looks now. You’re taken aback, but before you end up staring too long, you clear your throat to say something.

“I almost didn’t recognize you with that giant bush sleeping on your lip,” you joke, referring to the thick, but neat mustache growing above his lip.

You can’t help the small smile that spreads across your face as you hear him chuckle.

“That’s real funny. I should be the one surprised, though. I mean, look at you. You finally grew into that forehead of yours,” Stack smirks.

You scoff. “How dare you,” you playfully say as you fold your arms across your chest, your tone light.

“No, how dare you. The ladies happen to love how I look, especially the mustache,” he grins proudly, rubbing his fingers over the facial hair.

“What are you trying to say, that I'm not a lady?”

A loud laugh leaves Stack this time. 

“Well, if the boot fits,” Stack says, holding his hands up in surrender. He knows how much you hate him saying that. He watches with a smile as you roll your eyes and shake your head at him. “I’m just playin’, Pea, you know I’d never say such a thing.”

Pea was a nickname you had become stuck with after meeting twins. One day while the three of you were out playing as children do, an older woman that everyone knew from the church had pointed at how you all resembled peas in a pod. 

After that, Stack had decided to call you ‘Pea’ once as a joke to which you just brushed off. Somehow, though, the nickname stuck and ever since then everyone refers to you as Pea. 

Hearing that name come out of his mouth after these years makes your stomach flutter and your skin heat up, which only makes the hot summer sun feel worse. The sweat on your skin suddenly feels more prominent with Stack’s eyes on you.

You start using the hand fan you were holding to try and provide yourself with some relief.

“What brings you back in town, Stack? I know it isn’t just some friendly conversation.”

“And why can’t it be?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows. You give him a look calling his bluff, and he easily quits the act. “You still know me well, I see.”

“Unfortunately,” you smile.

“Smoke and I are openin’ our own juke joint. We figured we split up so I can recruit some entertainment while he handles some other business. Tonight is the openin’ night. That is, if we get everything situated in time.”

Your expression contorts in confusion. “Juke joint? Where?”

“One of the abandoned barnhouses not too far from here,” Stack responds, motioning in what you assume is the direction of the barn house.

“Where the hell did you get the money to buy all of that, and who was dumb enough to take it?” You ask, lowering your voice as you look around you.

“You know how those folks are—all they care about is the cash. It wasn't a problem.”

“And they just took your money like that with no questions asked?”

“Oh, the man asked questions,” Stack nods, “he just didn’t get the answers he wanted.”

The two of you are quiet for another moment, both work for the other one to crack, before you both burst into laughter.

“Still the same after all this time, huh?” you ask once you both settle down, although, it’s not really a question.

“I’m not changin’ for just anyone,” Stack responds, shooting you a wink.

Before the two of you could continue catching up, someone else runs up behind Stack calling his name. You didn’t notice how much the two of you were stuck in your own world until Stack turns away from you, breaking you out of the trance.

“What the hell do you want, Sammy?” You hear Stack ask.

Your eyes widen as you move to look around Stack’s frame, but your confusion turns into surprise as you take in the young man standing in front of him with a guitar hanging from his neck. “Sammy? As in lil’ Sammy? As in Preacher boy?”

When Sammy finally notices your presence, he gives you a shy smile and a tip of his hat. “Oh, Pea, what are you doin’ out here?”

“I should be asking you the same thing? Does your mama know you’re all the way out here?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“She knows I’m with the twins, that’s all that matters,” Sammy says.

“I’ll take that as a no then,” you give him a look.

Sammy opens his mouth to say something else, but Stack hits the back of his head before he could continue. Sammy lets out a yelp as he looks up at Stack, while one of his hands rubs his head.

“You better have a damn good reason for comin’ over here and interruptin’ us.”

“Slim’s gettin’ tired of waitin’. He said to hurry up before he changes his mind because he’s getting older by the minute. He also said that there’ll be plenty of time to talk to pretty women t’night,” Sammy explains, glancing at you for the last part, but it goes over your head.

You follow Stack’s eyes when he looks over to Slim in the distance, a harmonica in one of his hands and a bottle in the other. Classic.

Stack mumbles something that you can’t quite hear, before telling Sammy to run off and that he’d be over in a second.

“I usually wouldn’t listen to a drunk, but he’s right. Daylight is wastin’ and I got some other things to take care of before tonight,” Stack admits. “You’ll be there, right?”

Oh.

“And what if I had plans?”

You don’t.

Stack laughs. “Oh, really? What plans?”

“You say it like you don’t believe me,” you raise an eyebrow.

“Oh, no, no. I’m just curious about these plans.”

“I’m a grown woman, I don’t have to tell you anything,” you huff.

“Fair enough, fair enough,” Stack nods in agreement. When he realizes you aren’t going to say anything else, he continues. “C’mon, Pea, it’ll be worth it. There’ll be good food and drinks along with good entertainment.”

“I take it that Sammy and Slim are part of that entertainment?” You ask. 

You tear your eyes away from Stack and to the small crowd beginning to form around the musical pair. Even from a distance you can hear Sammy’s powerful voice accompanied by Slim’s skilled fingers playing his harmonica.

“You know I only like the best of the best,” Stack smirks. “So, what do you say, Pea? It’ll be just like old times.”

“Hm, I don’t know. It’s not safe for a lady at night,” you say.

Yes, you do want to go, but parties were never really your thing. You usually chose to stay home when someone asked you, especially when the twins would try to encourage you to sneak out when you were kids.

“And I’ll make sure you’ll get home safe, there’s nothin’ to worry about. C’mon, I know Smoke is bringin’ Annie, don’t make me be the only one without a date.”

“Oh, so that’s why you want me to come, so you won’t be alone?” you give him a look.

“Of course, why else would I want you there?” he plays along, trying to keep a straight face, but fails.

“There’ll be plenty of other women without a date there to keep you company.”

“Yeah, but that don’t matter if I want you to be the one keepin’ me company,” Stack tells you.

And just like that all of those feelings that you thought were gone resurface, fluttering through your heart and stomach.

You hesitate for a moment, before finally giving him an answer. “I guess I could come. Besides, I want to be there to see if this juke joint of yours fails.”

“Now, that’s just wrong.”

~

Later that night as you’re getting ready, you can’t seem to calm your nerves. It’s just the twins—it’s just Stack. 

And it’s not like it’s a date anyways because why would it be? Or maybe it is? No, Stack just invited you so you could keep him company and so the two of you could catch up. But, why do you specifically need to keep him company?

You’re checking your appearance in the mirror, stuck in your thoughts as you turn from side to side,, when Mary walks into your room already dressed and ready to go.

“By the time we get there, the damn party will be over. What is the hold up?” Mary throws her hands up for dramatics.

“Would you relax? The party doesn’t start for, like, another 30 minutes, and we don’t want to be too early do we?” You tell her, looking at her through the reflection in the mirror.

“I just figured you’d want to be early in order to have as much time with Stack as possible.” Mary smirks at the glare you give her. “I mean, it’s been so long since he’s last been in town, aren’t you excited? I would be.”

“I don’t know if that’s the word I’d use.”

“Why, what’s wrong? Don’t tell me you're nervous.”

Your silence is enough of an answer. You fiddle with your dress and adjust yourself in order to avoid looking over at Mary. Mary scoffs and walks over to stand next to you as you look in the mirror.

“Oh come on, you can’t be serious. There’s no reason you should be nervous over that man. You guys have been friends since birth-“

“Not birth, it was more like-“

Mary raises a hand to cut you off and finally makes you face her. “You know what I’m trying to say. You guys have practically known each other since the beginning. Stack knows everything about you and you know everything about Stack—well, that is excludin’ whatever the hell the twins have been doing these past couple of years.”

“That’s exactly my point,” you throw your hands up before taking a step back and placing your hands on your hip. “I mean, yeah, we’ve written to each other while he’s been away, but it’s been a while since we’ve actually talked face to face. It seems like he’s still the same, but if he’s not? What if he actually has changed?”

You can feel your nerves picking up at the thought of talking to Stack tonight and all the possibilities of how tonight will go.

Mary knows you like the back of her hand, and your overthinking doesn’t go unnoticed. 

Mary rolls her eyes. “Please, that man is exactly the same as he was the day he left here. Besides, you saw him earlier today, were you nervous when you were talkin’ to him then?”

“Well, not really, but I didn’t exactly have time to be. He snuck up on me while I was shopping and we just started talking.”

“Exactly, the two of you are so close that you started talkin’ like nothin’ has changed. Believe me, everything’ll be fine, and when Stack sees you in this dress, he’ll fall to his knees to propose. If he doesn’t just come and find me so I can handle his ass.”

You snicker as you walk away from Mary to finish getting ready. She follows right behind you.

“Relax, Stack is not going to pick me to propose to out of all the beautiful women in this town. Not to mention all the women he’s probably encountered during his travels.”

“A girl can dream can’t she? Just suckin’ all the phone out of my night.”

-

The noise from the juke joint can be heard all the way down the road, the sounds only getting louder and more clear as you and Mary approach. Your heart speeds up in both anticipation and nervousness as you take in the scene. 

Dozens can be seen either arriving on foot or by car, their excitement obvious from miles away. The land outside the farmhouse is packed with vehicles and it’s obvious there will be many more given the constant flow of traffic.

Cornbread’s eyes widen in surprise as he watches from the entrance as you and Mary walk up. He greets you with a smile.

“You two look gorgeous, but I’ll be damned, Pea. What brings you here? I know this ain’t your kinda scene,” he points out.

You playfully point at Mary, “You’re looking right at the culprit. She convinced me to come.”

“I shoulda known,” Cornbread shakes his head in amusement, but then his expression shifts to confusion as he looks at Mary. “Wait a minute, ain’t you married? What are you doing out this late?”

Mary folds her arms across her chest. “I could ask you the same, don’t you have a family to take care of?” Mary asks while folding her arms across her chest.

Cornbread puts his hands up in surrender. “Stack offered me a good amount of cash to be here tonight, I’m not turnin’ that down.”

“And I don’t blame you. Now, are you going to let us come in or are you going to leave two ladies stranded outside all night?” Mary questions.

Cornbread lets out a laugh, but quickly moves aside to let you both in.

The dusty, rundown appearance of the barnhouse from the outside is a completely different vibe from the atmosphere on the inside. 

Slim is playing his heart out at the piano at the front of the room while people laugh and dance to the music. Lights are hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the space as guests move around freely. The mouthwatering smell of freshly fried catfish fills the air along with the smell of sweat and alcohol.

“Wow, the twins definitely outdid themselves didn’t they?” Mary admits as the both of you take in everything.

“They really did,” you murmur mostly to yourself, your mind still stuck and amazed at how Smoke and Stack pulled this off.

“We can’t start dancing without a drink,” Mary smirks.

“Yeah, you can, it’s easy,” you say.

Mary gives you a look before saying, “Well, if you’re going to talk to Stack, you’re gonna need a little something in your system.”

You open your mouth to object, but you decide against it.. Alcohol does loosen you up, which would help you get through the night.

When Mary doesn’t hear a response, she pulls you towards the bar. After Mrs. Chow hands you both your drinks, the two of you decide to linger at the bar.

“Is that Lil Sammy over there flirtin’ with a girl?” Mary asks you. 

You turn to look in the direction of Mary’s eyes to, sure enough, see Sammy flirting with a woman—a woman who looks a little bit older than him.

“Isn’t she married?” Mary continues.

“Well so are you, but you’re still here tonight,” you say. 

This makes Mary whip her head back towards you and send you a glare, one you pretend to ignore as you take a sip of your drink and pretend to be really interested in the guests dancing to the music.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” she says after you don’t respond, before a smile grows on her face.

Suddenly you hear a gasp come from behind the bar, catching your attention and making you turn around. You see Smoke, Stack, and Annie come from a back room.

“Am I seein’ things or is that really Pea standin’ in front of me at a party?” Annie smiles, her hands on her hips.

You playfully roll your eyes. “No, you’re not seeing things.”

Annie makes her way from behind the bar to give you a hug, and after she pulls away, Smoke comes up to do the same. The way Stack looks you up and down as you hug Smoke goes unnoticed by you but not by Mary as she watches with a smirk. Stack notices Mary’s eyes on him and quickly clears his throat.

“I’m glad you came,” Stack says, smiling at you as he comes up to hug you last.

“Well I couldn’t miss the famous Moore twins’ big grand opening,” you beam, motioning to the large crowd that has formed. Smoke smiles at your compliment. “I don’t know how you guys pulled it off, but everything looks great. I’m impressed.”

“Nothin’ is too out of reach for us,” Smoke adds with a nod. Stack claps his brother on the back as a sign of his agreement.

“Alright, enough of this lovey dovey shit. Let’s get this place poppin’ like fish grease and get it started for real!” Stack exclaims with a smirk.

Stack walks over to Sammy, pulling him away from the woman he was talking to and motions to the stage. As Sammy joins Slim at the front, people begin to gather around to listen. 

Now, you knew Sammy was talented, but watching him sing his heart out and play the hell out of his guitar gave you goosebumps and made you emotional.

It was obvious that you weren’t the only one who felt this way as you notice everyone’s expressions change as they begin to cheer and clap while they move their bodies to the rhythm. Close friends, couples, and singles make their way about the room.

Much to your dismay, Mary pulls you into the dancing crowd. You’re uncertain of what to do with yourself at first, but after seeing everyone in their own world, the body movements just come naturally. 

You watch with admiration and a smile as Smoke grabs Annie to join him for a dance. Even after all of that time apart, Smoke and Annie still seem to be as in love with each other as the first day they met. The little bit of alcohol you have on your system does make a difference.

Your eyes wander just a little bit to the right and you see Stack dancing with two women. It’s no secret that the twins are attractive, but oh how you wish for just one night where women didn’t climb all over them—mainly Stack.

After a while, you become overheated and overstimulated with all the hot bodies surrounding you. Once you tell Mary that you’ll be back, you leave to find a place to take a breather.

You come across a set of stairs and somehow find yourself overlooking the inside of the entire building. 

You catch sight of Mary from your spot and laugh to yourself at how easily it is for her to find some stranger to dance with.

Eventually, someone else makes their way up the stairs and stands next to you. Your nostrils become aware of him before your eyes do.

“Too much goin’ on down there?” Stack asks as he leans on the railing and takes in the view.

“Just needed a little break,” you shrug, your eyes still on the crowd below you. “What about you, don’t you have some guests to entertain? This is your place after all.”

“As an owner, I have people to do the entertainin’ for me. I just make sure there are no problems,” Stack responds, the smirk evident in his tone.

There’s a moment of comfortable silence that grows between the two of you. Earlier you were stressing on what would happen once you saw Stack, but here he is, and your heartbeat is still somewhat calm.  

“How’s everything, Pea?” Stack asks, breaking the silence. 

“Oh, you know, just getting through day by day and taking things slow,” you shrug.

“What are you up to these days?” 

“Helping my mama out with the shop most days. When I’m not working I’m running errands around town or helping others out.”

“How’s the shop and your mama doin’?”

“Mama’s great. Her happiness really comes from the shop and being able to have a safe place for people to come back to over and over again. We’re still getting plenty of customers, and we’ve recently renovated it.”

Stack nods along. “That’s good, that’s good. How are you doing though?”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “You already asked that.”

“I phrased it differently this time, though. First time was more of a casual ask and this time I wanna know what’s really goin’ on with you.”

You’re slightly taken aback by his forwardness, until you remember that this is how Stack has always been.

Stack turns his body to face yours, keeping an elbow on the railing. “Come on now, Junebug. It’s been a long time since we’ve sat down and talked down and talked, y’know?”

“Is this really the time to be having a conversation like this?” you ask.

Stack is quick but genuine with his reply. “For you, there’s always time.”

The nerves the alcohol had been holding back, finally hit you with full force after hearing his words. Your heart rate begins to pick up, and you’re suddenly extremely aware of the high temperature in the building. 

You wish you had brought a fan with you.

Stack’s eyes never leave yours as he waits for an answer, not even when you hear a glass bottle break somewhere in the crowd below you. 

You give him a shy smile, but you have to tear your eyes away from him.

“I’m fine, really Stack. You know, you never told me exactly how you got the money for all this.”

Stack scoffs. “I know you didn’t just try and change the conversation.”

“It worked didn’t it,” you laugh. Stack shakes his head in disappointment, but he can’t help the laugh that slips out.

“That’s alright, Pea. There’ll be plenty of time to talk since Smoke and I aren’t goin’ anywhere anytime soon.”

Your heart flutters.

“Really?” you ask, and you wish you would’ve been able to stop your voice from changing pitch. 

Damn.

“Just admit that you missed us,” Stack smirks.

“I don’t know, I mean, I feel like everyone’s life has been calm without you and Smoke being here to terrorize everyone.”

“That was one time! Plus, Jimmy had it comin’. I can’t let anyone steal from us and just walk away without a scratch,” Stack throws his head back as he laughs.

“Well, yeah, but that doesn’t mean you had to chase him all over,” you join in, beginning to double over in laughter. 

“It was either me or Smoke, and that boy Smoke was fumin’ when he found out, so it was better that Jenkins dealt with me instead of him,” Stack snorts.

“Whew, I remember that day like it was yesterday. Y’all had the whole town confused with Jimmy running by screaming bloody murder.”

“And I hadn’t even done anything to him yet!”

You clutch your stomach as you try to collect yourself, wiping the tears from your eyes as you blow out a breath. Stack does the same alongside you. 

“I really did miss you, y’know,” Stack admits.

And there goes your breath.

“Of course you did, why wouldn’t you,”you say, causing Stack to smile, “but I’m sure you and Smoke had plenty of fun on your adventures with seeing new places and meeting all those new people. You didn’t meet any women after all this time?”

“There were a few women, but none of 'em kept me interested.”

You roll your eyes. “Oh, yeah, I forgot who I was talking to for a second. No one is good enough to tie you down, right?”

Stack pretends to think to himself for a second, before speaking, “Well, there is one person that I’m thinkin’ about.”

Your heart drops so low it almost hits the first floor of the barnhouse.

You clear your throat and keep your eyes in front of you. “And does this woman know that you like her?”

“I don’t think so.”

“What makes you say that? I’m sure you’ve made your flirting pretty obvious.”

Stack has never been one to keep his feelings to himself. If he sees a lady he likes, he’ll pursue her and most likely succeed.

“She’s on the shy side, so I don’t think she realizes. She keeps to herself and thinks others don’t notice her.”

Who has he been hanging around with? Didn’t he just get back in town. 

“I’m sure she does.”

“Nah, I don’t think she does,” Stack shakes his head with a sly smile. “You wanna bet?”

“I don’t have anything to bet, but sure.”

“How about if I’m right and she doesn’t know, then you have to dance with me,” Stack smirks, raising his eyebrows at you.

“And if I’m right?”

“What would you like in return?”

You contemplate for a moment. “For you to tell me in detail how you got the money to afford this barnhouse.”

Stack rolls his eyes. “You’re on.”

“So, who is it?”

Stack turns toward the railing once again, a teasing look on his face. “You sure you just don’t wanna know because you’re jealous?”

“You think you’re funny, huh?”

Stack chuckles in response, before going quiet. Then, there’s a moment of silence where you give him a look as you wait for an answer.

“You.”

You.

You feel your heart stop. “Me?” you ask, not fully believing him yet. Stack gives you a nod, and you try to look for any sign of lying on his face, but you can’t find any. “Stack, be serious for a second.”

“I am, Pea.”

All of a sudden, the music being played in the background just sounds like noise. You feel nauseous, relieved, confused, and happy all at once. 

“What the hell do you mean?” you ask. Your voice is quieter now as you look up at him. 

Before Stack could give you an answer, he’s interrupted by a voice from down below.

“Yo, Stack, come on down he-!” Sammy shouts, but cuts himself with the look that Smoke shoots at him. 

Stack clenches his jaw and whips his head towards Sammy. “Sammy, I’m gonna come down there and beat your ass. You need to learn when to read the room. Matter o’fact, I should come down there and break that damn guitar.”

“But you gave it to me.”

“And now I’m about to come take it away,” Stack replies causally. He makes a move to turn and walk down the stairs, but stops himself to look at you. “We’ll finish this conversation later, I promise,” he tells you, before giving you a quick wink and continuing down the stairs.

Then you hear, “Don’t run now, Sammy.”

Mary’s eyes meet yours from below, giving you one of her signature smirks. 

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❪ 𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝑖 ❫ 니키 & 𝑓 ! r 69Owc ♥︎ fluff drabble high-school au 🪽 pre est. rel ──𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘 ｡

𝑙ike ˊᯅˋ  reb𝑙og

the first time you see him it's a monday morning. it’s so cold and dark, your energy is under the ground, and it's definitely way too early to be excited about anything.

you’re tugging your scarf tighter with small huffs of frustration, when you suddenly spot him standing at the far end of the bus stop.

a tall guy, really tall, and dressed in all black. a backpack is slung low on one shoulder and his headphones are in.

you can faintly hear a fast beat from the song he’s listening to and you wonder how loud his volume is.

you try not to stare, but for some reason it's incredibly hard to do so.

when the bus comes, the guy gets in right before you. he sits by the window all the way back, head resting against the glass. he doesn't notice the glances you steal while pretending to get stuff from your bag.

he’s there again the next morning. and the next. and the one after.

before you know it, his presence becomes part of your morning routine: you arrive at the bus stop when he's already there, you try to be sneaky in your staring, then you get off the bus, the boy stays on, and everything's gone for the rest of the day.

you don't talk, not yet. but you can't help but wonder if his voice sounds deep. he definitely looks like he'd have a deep voice.

you call him "the bus stop guy", and your friends tease you about him all the time. he doesn't notice you. probably. hopefully.

until one day, it rains. not just a drizzle, a full-on downpour that leaves you soaked within seconds. because, of course, you forgot your umbrella and it's too late to run back home.

and of course you look like a wet dog in front of your crush, who is casually standing under a huge black umbrella, completely dry.

he looks over at you. it might be the first time he acknowledges your presence in months and he just stares at you like you're some sort of weird alien from another galaxy.

but then, slowly, he shifts. the umbrella moves over you, while his eyes are already facing the street again, avoiding your gaze. you blink up at him, stunned.

"... thanks" you mumble.

the corner of his mouth twitches in what might be a little smirk. "a bad day to forget" he comments, voice a little rough, like he just woke up ten minutes ago. it's deep, like you had imagined. you want to hear it again.

"yeah, well, i wasn't expecting the apocalypse to happen" you laugh, nervously.

he finally looks at you, really looks at you, and something shifts in his expression. the ghost of the smirk is still there, but it turned softer. or maybe you're just imagining things again.

"im riki" he says after a few moments of silence, and just like that everything changes.

you still meet at the bus stop every morning, but now you stand closer, talk more. you find out he goes to a different school, that he loves dancing and that he's softer than he looks.

you never mention the rainy day again. you talk about mundane things, to fill the silence, mostly. he's a good listener to your ramblings, occasionally humming and nodding along like whatever you're talking aboug is the most interesting thing he has ever heard.

one day, before you have to get off, he taps your arm. "hey" he says, meeting your gaze with shy eyes. "i... like talking to you".

you smile, heart thumping. "i like talking to you too" you say. "i really like you" you confess next, without thinking, while hurrying up to get off.

riki's face is red when you turn to look at him. a small smile, rare but real, spreads across his face. "i like you too!" he blurts out in panic as the doors start to close between you.

the bus drives on, but for the first time it doesn't feel like the end. it feels like something new might just have begun.

© 𝖥𝖫𝖤𝖴𝖱𝖸𝖭𝖲 | 2025

[hellsquills]

Unknown Scars

A small drabble about the Stan twins at sea and hidden memories. No trigger warnings for this one, other than the mention of scars. There'll probably be a second part too. Thank you so much to @babyblankyerror for encouraging me to post this <3 Enjoy!

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There’re a few scars that Stanley doesn't remember getting after the memory wipe.

It makes sense, of course, but it is a reminder of the parts of his life that he's missing. Part of him tries to convince himself that it's better this way; the last one he remembered was the one at the base of his left foot, and boy that memory sucked. He could've gone the rest of his days without ever feeling that glass again.

However, these remain a mystery. Ford asked him about them as soon as he saw them, worried about their size. Stanley simply made a joke, as he usually did whenever he found it difficult to talk about something. Seeing Ford's expression, Stan shrugged and admitted that he had no clue.

Obviously, that didn't stop his hypochondriac twin from writing down every single detail about them. Stan wasn't happy about it, but obliged, probably because he knew Stanford would otherwise interrogate him relentlessly. In his new journal, next to their encounters in the last months at sea and some sticky notes courtesy of Stan, there was a page dedicated to their injuries, a way to keep track of the damage the creatures (or the stove, in Ford's case) had dealt them. The new text read:

March 14th, 2013

I have discovered some new scars on Stanley's body, although they are not the product of any recent altercation. He has not regained that memory yet, which is most definitely worrying: his worst ones are those that take longer to come back, as I have been noticing lately. If I had to guess, I would assume they belong to his decade away from home; this part of his mind is still locked away somewhere in his mindscape, and I’m fairly certain that it is more than just the effects of the memory gun.

They are located on both sides of his torso: two sets of semi-even parallel lines over his ribs. On each set, the upper scar is around six inches below the armpit, and the remaining two are three inches apart from each other. What concerns me about these scars in particular is their size: they are about eight inches long, horizontal, not straight but parallel between them. Their even distribution leads me to believe that each set was done at the same time, probably with a sharp object with three blades, like a trident of some sort. I have yet to figure out what could’ve caused such strange markings. Stanley said he shouldn’t have gotten involved with Wolverine during his 20s, quote “he didn’t take it well when I told him we should break up”. As stupid as the joke might’ve been, it made me think about the possibility of some animal-like creature being the culprit of the scars. However, as I said before, it is highly unlikely that Stanley encountered supernatural creatures before arriving in Gravity Falls, whether he remembers it or not. Therefore, I believe it is more plausible that whatever happened occurred before we reunited the first time.

The “animal” theory would make sense, if it weren’t for the way the scars look. They are nothing like some of the others I’ve previously seen on him. The first one that comes to mind whose size resembles these new ones is the one above his left kidney– or rather, where his left kidney used to be. It is a long and poorly healed line that, even 30 years later, still looks like it was heavily infected, forcefully done and clumsily stitched back together, probably several times. These new, unknown scars are completely different: they're roughly the same color as the rest of his skin, which usually means it wasn’t a deep cut, but they have a slight relief, which means that it was. They don’t have any noticeable stitch signs, even though cuts this big would almost definitely need them, and judging by some other scars on his body, I doubt he ever managed to get suture thread and/or staples. Although wobbly, they look neatly done, which makes me skeptical to believe it was some vicious animal.

The nature of these scars remains a mystery for the time being. Even though I would like to ask him more questions until we figure it out, I don’t want to force him to remember something that his brain is obviously trying to lock away. I will keep my inquiries at bay. In the meantime, I will do some research to at least figure out what the weapon was.

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It's a rough night for the Pines twins. Ford's latest research had led them further from land that they had expected, and it was too late to turn back. Now they are right in the middle of a storm, a pretty wild one at that.

Both men are doing their best to keep their ship afloat. Even though the boat is resilient, the waves are slamming hard against its side and crashing onto the deck, making it almost impossible to stand straight.

"There's no reason for a storm of this size to have formed in such a short time! There must be some sort of climate irregularities of supernatural ilk, otherwise–”

"Sixer, does it look like the time right now?!" Stan's voice roars over the storm, cutting his brother's train of thought. He cannot afford to have Ford distracted. "Go downstairs and get the life jackets, now!"

"Are you insane? I cannot leave you here by yourself, the boom is too heavy!"

"Well you better hurry the fuck up, then!"

"Stanley, you can't handle this on your own, if a bigger wave hits it'll—"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET THE LIFE JACKETS!" Stan's voice is now impossibly louder, and desperate. "If I let go, the boat will overturn. If you stay, we'll both die out here. Get the damn jackets before the big wave hits, now!"

Stanford is quick to puff his cheeks in annoyance, but as stubborn as he is, he's not an idiot. He runs to the cabin, rushing downstairs to get the only thing that might keep them alive in case the sea decides to eat their boat for dinner. As he reaches their bedroom, lightning crosses the sky outside their window, and he makes out the shape of the life jackets, their color heightened by the sudden light. He quickly puts on his own, damp hands shaking with cold, and makes his way out of the room.

He barely has time to process where he is when the boat shakes, almost as if it had collided with another at an intersection. The crash is so brutal that it sends him almost flying against the opposite wall, falling to the ground unceremoniously. Thankfully, the cabin has a good few layers to protect the ship from impacts like this, so he isn't too worried about the hull.

The exterior will be fine. What won't be is whatever is on it.

Ford's vision goes tunnel in an instant. That was the Big Wave, and it was hard enough to make him lose his usually impeccable balance. But Stan isn't as agile, and he's outside, on his own, and without a life jacket.

He's out of the cabin in a matter of seconds, although in his mind it might as well have been hours. His eyes scan the deck, finding only a pool of water covering it and some broken boxes they didn't manage to put away in time, as well as Stan's fishing chair stuck in a corner.

STANLEY. WHERE. SEARCH. NOW

His mind, usually as eloquent as his speech, is now screaming the words he can’t manage to get past his throat. Another bolt lights up the night, and Ford can clearly see everything for a few moments.

Everything and nothing. His brother is not on the deck.

STANLEY. WHERE. WHERE

Stanley was holding the rope when he left, making sure the sail wouldn’t turn around and disrupt the ship’s balance— or worse, break the mast with its weight. Ford’s eyes follow the mast, then the boom, then the rope Stan was gripping. He stares at the spot he was at, noticing that the rope is now securely tied around a cleat. No trace of his brother.

WHERE. STANLEY

Ford’s ears are starting to ring from how hard his jaw is clenched. He walks around the deck, checking every single corner behind the cabin, the only place that was out of his view when he exited. Stan is nowhere to be seen.

NOWHERE. WHERE. NO

With his right hand still firmly gripping his twin’s jacket, Ford makes his way to the gunwale and looks around the water. The boat isn’t shaking as violently as before now that the sail is tied in place, but the waves haven’t stopped hitting the hull the whole time. His eyes stare at the infinite mass of water in front of him, which now resembles more a deadly trap than the freeing space they both have loved since childhood.

He wants to shout his brother’s name, but the screaming words in his mind can’t seem to make their way to his vocal cords. Instead, all he manages to emit is a sort of roar that emerges from his guts. It isn’t entirely animalistic, but it definitely isn’t human either. His vision is getting blurry, and he quickly wipes his eyes. There’s no hint of Stan anywhere, the waves making it impossible to discern any shapes on the surface.

GIVE HIM BACK

The smallest voice at the back of his head, the only remnant of his non-wild persona, keeps him from jumping overboard and swimming until he finds Stan. It would be useless; the waves don’t appear to be slowing down any further, and the water would be too turbid to see anything regardless. Besides, even though they’re not far from the equator and it’s spring, the water might still be cold enough to provoke hypothermia if exposed to it for too long. The risk is too high.

A bright red spot appears on top of the next wave. Stanley’s beanie.

Ford’s inside voice stays complicitly quiet as the man jumps overboard.

To be continued...

[neros-left-pec]

playing infinity nikki with nero/dante/vergil

🥀 pairings: nero x fem!reader, dante x fem!reader, vergil x fem!reader

🥀 summary: headcanons for how this cute trio would react to you getting super into infinity nikki

🥀 warnings/tags: just fluff + probably OOC

🥀 author's note: i have really bad dmc brainrot but ive never even played the games (don't ask how this happened) LOL. i kinda see these as crack hcs since im not actually familiar with their canon personalities but i hope u can enjoy it regardless!

nero

you've been gone for a huge part of the day, so he starts looking around devil may cry for you. he finds you at your desktop looking VERY engrossed with what you're doing

doing his best to not alert you, he sneaks up behind you. it seems a cute video game has caught your attention, and you're playing dress-up...?

"Wait, each power lets her use a new dress? How does she change so fast?"

thinks it's ridiculous at first, but similar to Vergil he gets weirdly addicted to helping you pick the best scoring combinations

unlike Vergil, he is not very good at it. but he will try his best

"Okay okay, go with the lace gloves, TRUST ME. It's tagged as elegance which is what you need."

like dante, he is convinced he knows what he's talking about, but definitely gets pissed every time his outfits don't work out

"What the fuck, this is impossible! I thought this game was for babies!"

no nero, this game is not for babies. you need to lock in.

one day, you surprise him by coming home in an outfit eerily similar to one he had made for you in the game last week.

gets very visibly flustered when he sees you model it.

it suits you incredibly well and is very tailored to his tastes, since, well, he was the one who made the outfit after all!

he saves up a bit of money and takes you on a shopping spree. he must see you in more outfits

YOU GUYS ARE PLAYING DRESS TO IMPRESS IRL!!!!!

side note but i feel like he would go crazy if he saw you wearing black high heels. he loves black on you

dante

"So it's like dress-up... but with boss fights? Kinda kickass if you ask me."

he tries to help you pick an outfit but always makes the WORST combinations EVER. the outfits colors never match and he makes you wear ugly boots with a pretty dress or something lol

is convinced he is a master fashion designer

"Look at me, I'm adorable as hell!"

not really too interested in the game itself but he likes seeing how into it you get. you get very invested in the story and he finds it adorable. you have a simple heart and he loves you for it

asks you to show off your outfits

"C'mon, spin around. Pose for me, dear! ...Oh yeah that's very nice, I quite like it honestly. You've got some talent, huh?"

sometimes he thinks about how cute you would look in pastels and gets a bit distracted. his brows furrow, a soft blush dusting his cheeks as he hides a smile behind his hand.

with his mouth covered, it actually kinda looks like he's grimacing, which is hilarious. he'll often start daydreaming about you and get flustered. others will see him and think he's pissed off because of the tense expression. if only they knew about the big smile that was hidden behind his hand

vergil

he does not understand why you are stressing about losing a "style battle," whatever that meant

he stares at your screen with his arms crossed.

"So foolish..." FOOLISHNESS, Y/N. FOOLISHNESS----

watches silently. secretly enjoys watching you get worked up over something so silly

you ask him for styling advice and using the clothing stats, builds you the most min-maxxed outfit for the style battles. quickly learned the numbers have to do with if you win or not. however, he somehow manages to make them also look gorgeous at the same time (IF YOU PLAY INFINITY NIKKI YOU KNOW HOW HARD THIS IS). he does it to make you happy since you hate ugly outfits

after a while, he gets kinda into it

"No, that shade of mauve does not go with the rest of the outfit... Even the most untrained eye would know that a lady's shoes must match with her bag."

YOU STARE AT HIM....

he looks to the side and walks away.

damn him!

secretly makes a note to buy you a cute ensemble to wear to your next date

he will get rid of the price tags and fold them into your drawers so you happen across them

he will never admit he bought it but you know it was him

and of course, he buys you a bag with matching flats/heels depending on your preference :)

[forsaken-headcanons]

sum bluudud content be hes my favorite of the colorful children <333

he LOVES shitpost status videos so much. Yk those 20 minute meme comps? He LOVES them. He once found a channel that only makes them and binged every video theyve ever uploaded over the course of a month (around 130 videos total)

he's a high school freshman to me. Got forsaken the summer between freshman (first year) and sophomore (second year) probably a little after cOOlkidd and 007n7 to get more specific.

he's cousins with cOOlkidd and visits him and 007n7 a lot, to the point where he has his own room at their house. He sometimes stays for weeks at a time. In fact, his whole streaming setup is at 007's house. Prettyprincess is also another cousin, although he doesnt see her often.

he knows how to drive, and has his learning permit. That's usually how he gets between houses since it's too far to walk.

he LIVES for edgy satire. He ESPECIALLY loves alpha wolf bullshit, he even bought a full set of those alpha wolf clothes PLUS a galaxy wolf backpack for the bit. Mainly to see how hard he would get bullied for it if he wore it to school (some older kids slammed him into a locker and laughed at him, but that was about it) but it genuinely ended up being his favorite outfit because it was so comfortable so now he wears it all the time.

he loves shooters. His fav games to play/stream are tf2, sgo, valorant (only streams it if someone donates 50 dollars), marvel rivals, ULTRAKILL (only plays when not streaming) and fortnite. He also has a sims 4 save where all his sims are messed up abominations that barely count as people.

he would cry if someone at school found out about his twitch/yt

he streams with chance sometimes. Yes chance is a streamer boy. Nobody knows that tho lolz. The voiceline about chance owing him a dono is referring to this one time he bet on a tf2 1v1 and lost. He still has yet to pay the 10 gifted he put on winning the fight.

he has a sibling rivalry with cOOlkidd, usually making fun of him or roughhousing with him, but if someone else tried to beat cOOlkidd up, he'd punch the guy till they bleed. This has happened on multiple occasions.

on the topic of this, he has broken someone's nose before while defending cOOlkidd, no he was not in trouble, 11808 said he did the right thing protecting his cousin. 007n7 wasn't as thrilled about this, but he was just glad cOOlkidd was okay.

bluudud wears cat ear headphones. He says they give him a tactical advantage (they dont)

he calls his fanbase "tem bluudud" (team is misspelled on purpose) and his fans themselves his "bluugoons". His hoodie, saying "tem bluudud get inn now" is part of his merch line.

speaking of which, he's seen people at his school wearing his merch and got really scared that they'd recognize his voice, which REALLY stands out from most people's. and yes, his voice is naturally that way.

he doesn't stream with face cam, rather he uses a persona he drew in his phone's photo editor which looks almost exactly like what he looks like in canon. In reality, he's a skinny teenager with a normal amount of teeth. He is blue though, and he does in fact glow. It's very subtle though.

He looks no different after being forsaken outside of constantly holding his comically large lollypop. It's terrifying for the survivors to watch as the others get brutally murdered by a glowing, blue, slightly underweight 5'6 child.

anyway thats all i have for now ^^ lalalalala i love bluudud lalalalala ^^

— hybrid anon (aka like probably number 153 bluudud fan if we're being honest TwT)

BLUUDUD WEARING CAT EARPHONES IS CANON NOW TRUST US WE'RE SOUL /j

dude. dude. we remember this one hc with 1x saying the dude was eons old so he probably didn't know a lot of modern terms.... bluudud DEFINITELY teaches them brainrot culture. hell he's aware of what he's doing, 100%, and probably has the greatest laugh EVER when asking her what she's been saying to the survivors ("𝓽𝓼 𝓹𝓶𝓸 𝓲𝓬𝓵…") LMFAOSFOAFH

he and noli are gaurantEED to be best buddies trust trust /SILLY

[avaawritess]

Delicate-by Taylor swift😛

Honorable mentions

18- one direction

Shameless- Camilla Cabello

Aged up college au

Childhood friends to lovers, sunshine x grumpy, female reader,lowkey short

Spotify

Apple Music

Fluff, angst,smut

Warnings: Rough sex, desperate Bakugo, praise kink,overstimulation, pussy drunk Bakugo, missionary,aftercare😁

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Bakugo had a very huge reputation not in the best way a lot of times. Most it was he was too rough, too cold, too...mean. At least that's how others see it, see him. They don't see the soft, sweet version he rarely shows.

How he gets you your favorite chocolates when your on your period or will go out of his way to get multiple boxes of pads and tampons just because he didn't know which one you used (he got regular and heavy flow and MAXIMUM) what the hell was maximum he thought. "Tch I don't think she needs all this" he mutters to himself as he willingly checks it all out bringing five hundred bags of just stuff you crave and need.

Your eyes lit up and he got the fluttering feeling he grew used to assuming it was happiness to see you happy.

Never understanding that it was because you're genuinely his favorite person to be with.

One time you two were at the fair. He was dragged along but came just to see the bright smile take place on your soft lips. Oh how he adored the way your eyes shone with sparkles which he thought he was hallucinating and grumbled looking away.

You both were walking around as you talked about recent drama at the college and how your friends boyfriends acted and how they made you mad. He really didn't care, he just liked hearing you talk with that sweet melodic tone.

"Hey let's go on that one" you pointed at a large rollercoaster. "No," he said with a straight face. Before a pout took place of that bright smile,"why not?" You asked and he sighed knowing you,"because you'll get sick after the first drop and after I'll have to get you a water and we wouldn't ride anymore rides" he says.

You pout grumbling incoherent words, that was until he let out a reluctant sigh,"fine but if your dumbass gets sick don't complain to me" he grumbles crossing his strong arms, his back muscles flexing in the light.

He was right, obviously. The first drop didn't do you justice your stomach curling uncomfortably with the taste of disgust lingering on the edge of your tongue.

Well he was right to an extent he would definitely help you. He was worried to no end rushing and barking orders to people that you were gonna die (you weren't) and finally he got you water with a cold rag. "Fucking dipshits wouldn't get out of my way acting like their dip n' dots was more important than my... I mean you" he grumble shutting up as he placed the cold rag on your forehead letting you sip from the water.

You both obviously left no more rollercoasters just as he said but he would do anything to see your smile so he'd do anything in a heartbeat even if it was for a second he saw your eyes lighting up in delight.

He dropped you off at your shared apartment with Mina. He carried you bridal style making sure you were okay and whispering comfort words in your ear as he held you and your water bottle in his arms.

Mina opens the door surprised seeing a worried Bakugo holding an almost passed out y/n,"What happened?" She asked opening the door wider. Bakugo stepped in setting you on the couch comfortably pulling blanket over you tenderly. His eyes flashed with care and adoration as he placed your belongings on the side table with your water bottle.

"She got sick at the fair" he said shortly, dryly as if Mina didn't deserve his time. She looked at him deadpanned as an annoyed sigh left her lips. Glancing at you she notices you're asleep so when Bakugo goes to leave she stops him,"you ever gonna confess or what you two are in this push pull type of situation like you should just ask her out" she said seriously a small grin tugging her lips upward as she noticed Bakugo stiffen.

He turned slowly glaring at her with a hushed whisper he talked back,"what the fuck are you on about pinky" he says almost defensively.

"You know you treat her differently than anyone, your softer it's kinda sweet in a way...a weird disgusting hopelessly In love way" she says humming loving the way she got flustered almost proving her theory right.

"Tch just shut up you don't know what you're talking about" he said grumpily before storming away before she could say more to actually get him thinking.

He thought he was safe honestly, that he could keep this whole charade of just friends. But his friends had another idea in mind.

He was so fucked.

A couple weeks later they all sat in the cafeteria chatting and catching up while he texted you since you were in your lecture missing lunch.

This freaking sucks she's talking about chemical bonds are super important remember all of them! As if I haven't already who does she think I am stupid?? :(

She's probably mad that a 23 year old is smarter than her 63 year old ass.

Don't call her that >:( but I totally agreee she's so uptight

He smiled softly chuckling to himself, the group turned their heads to him in surprise.

"Did he just laugh?"Denki asked quietly chewing on a snack,"Forget that he's smiling so big I think he's constipated" Kirishima whispers back all of them indulged in the way Bakugo was texting back with so much speed.Mina sat in the corner a smirk plastered on her face cause she knew why he was smiling.

"Our boys in love with his best friend" Mina says loud enough to make Bakugo look up and stiffen the group looked surprised. "YOURE GAY?!!" Denki yelled before Mina hushed him but before Bakugo could speak Kirishima cut him off,"dude you should've told me you liked Midoriya" not knowing it was his other best friend.

Bakugo just groaned telling them to quiet down before he blasts them."No his other best friend y/n" Mina grinned. "I don't like her she's just a friend pinky" Bakugo glared but before Kirishima hooted,"oh no dude your whipped I was confused if it was midoriya but y/n makes more sense your always staring at her like she hung the moon and stars"

He glared fiercely, silently threatening them as they wore shit eating grins snickering like middle school girls.

After that incident he really started to think back, did he really like you?

I mean he did like the way you smiled, they you laughed, the way your eyes twinkled with amusement from a crappy dad joke, the way you'd smile when talking about anything and everything, and it was all for him.

It was his to have.

But he was scared that's what you didn't want that you didn't like him or even see him the same so he did something any stubborn scared person would do.

Push the person they care about the most the farthest away from them to just have space to think correctly.

At first you took it well assuming he was going through something. But the longer it dragged out the more you worried.

Had you have done something?

You're more sure, you don't remember offending him or anything, fuck the last you saw him you both got coffee together like usual.

So what was going on?

Soon it affected your mood and how you dealed with anything and everything. Mina was the first to notice the tension, the drift between you two that was so out of the blue. She noticed how sad and gloomy you were, to how you stopped attending lectures Bakugo would usually scold you for skipping.

She knew you loved him genuinely.

Even though you never voiced it, she knew just how much he meant to you. And how affected you seriously were.

Finally you had enough, after a month of silent treatment and vague conversations. Your heart burned with pain and heartache as you finally gathered the courage to knock two firm knocks on his apartment door.

It was raining outside, cold, gloomy, the raindrops dripping slowly down the window as if trying to hang on to the one surface they could be on.

As if once they fell that was the end, and maybe you were scared that was gonna be you and Bakugo soon.

Like the raindrops, you were scared he was your surface and you were the raindrops. Holding onto something that will never be enough to hold you, to support you.

After some time that felt like long torturous hours,your heart in your throat.

He opened the door, his hair frizzled and down far from his usual spiky proud look. He had intense eye bags, wearing a crumpled up t-shirt and sweatpants that had stains on them. You glanced inside his once clean apartment that held opened cans of soda and food lying around as if he couldn't sleep.

"Are you okay?" You managed to croak, "yes I'll be fine you can go" he says shortly as if too scared to say too much.

He tries to close the door but you stopped in your lip trembling in fear,"did I do something, I'm sorry.....I...I'm so sorry" you said fear taking over as your voice cracked.

He looks up at you eyes wide with suprise as he looks away the fear in your eyes eating him away as he feels so guilty, frustration building.

You mumbled out apologies one after the other as you ramble on about what you could do better and how you'd improve. God, sometimes he hated when you rambled talking down on yourself as if your nothing but a mouse to him.

"Shut up" he says lowly but you kept going and his frustration snapped it at you but himself,"shut up" he said yelling fingers entangled in his hair pulling the roots to bring him pain as if to forget the way his heart aches in sadness for you.

You go silent watching him fight his internal battles inside his head. "I'm not...shit.. I'm not mad at you I'm mad at me" he says his voice croaking going down an octave.

You stood there scared,"Fuck...shitty hair and pinky were right...I fucking like you... like a lot like so fucking much I want to kill every person who looks at you wrong... I hate that stupid smile that you give me and how I get so giddy over your fucking adorable laugh and just how you brighten the room..brighten the world with your smile it makes me feel shit I'm not used to" he says spitting out a confession he never meant to.

"I just used to think it was cause we were child hood friends but I don't do any of this shit for Deku or stupid raccoon eyes" he says.

"But fuck I like you..love you even your the most important person in my life an I...I don't know what'd do without you" he says the words weighing heavily on your shoulders.

The silence ate him apart as he stood there silently.

His heart was laid out, bare, raw, and vulnerable just for you.

"I..love...you too" you said slowly loo trembling a smile taking a hold of your lips. Fuck his heart ramped up seeing it greave your lips like a blessing meant just for him.

He stepped forward looking down at you adoration filling his face with a hint of desire glinting in his eyes. You felt his breath fan over your lips. They parted, heart racing.

"Can I...kiss you?" He asked hungrily. Fuck he would've loved to just devour you right then and there but hearing your consent he was fucking hard from that thought of you trusting and telling him what you want.

Your lips purse together scared before nodding slowly and as you did his lips crashed onto yours, making you le to a sharp gasp he ate with delight.

His fingers dug into your hips while your hands held his face.

He pulled you into his apartment lips never leaving yours as he shut and locked his apartment door pushing you up against it.

"Fuck your beautiful" he said huskily glancing over your flushed features the way your chest heaved up and down from how intense he was. Just from the look you gave him he felt his balls tighten already needing to cum but he'd save that for you.

"Fuck come on gorgeous" he says gently leading you to his bedroom before pushing you up against his door not waiting any longer,lips clashing with yours as if to memorize your mouth.

He presses flush against you making oh squirm from his overwhelming body heat. "Fuck" he groaned against your lips.

"Tell me what you want" he says hoarsely his forehead against yours staring deeply into your eyes. You bite your lip shyly,"u-um I want you" you say. He grins almost teasingly,"well I hope so beautiful but what do you want me to do" he hums patiently.

You grumble embarrassed, "I want you to eat me out" you said glancing away as he grinned proudly, kissing you once more before pushing you lightly on the bed.

He smiles as he left small love bits in your jaw as he helped you undress, finally after years he pulls off of you to see your gorgeous body beneath him,"fuck look at you, so ready for me so beautiful" he says leaving kisses down your neck to your collarbone across your perky breast teasing the area around your nipple before going down your soft stomach and down to the inside of your thigh.

Your legs tried to clench to hide yourself from him as he hummed as if disappointed,"no sweetheart, imma need you to stay open for me" he says.

You whimper embarrassingly as you glanced away from him, he took a long lick of your cunt. "Look at me with those pretty eyes of yours" he demands grinning against your cunt as you listen.

He hums making you squirm from the vibration. He ate you out slowly teasingly, as if to make you beg for something he'd wait to give.

He slowly got faster tounge delving into your slick folds. Earning loud moans and meals from your pretty mouth.

His thumb teased your clit going fast before going slow earnings a frustrated huff from you that almost made him laugh at how needy you were .

He loved seeing you squirm and look at him with those lust-filled eyes begging him for more.

Your hands dug into his head gripping his hair as if to pull you down back to reality. Earning a groan against your wet juicy cunt as he went faster bringing you closer to your climax.

Finally you came but he didn't stop his rough tongue dragging out your orgasm.

He grinned watching your eyes roll back in ecstasy.

He softly laughed lapping up your juices from his chin and around his mouth.

"Fuck beautiful you did so well but come on you can give me another one right?" He hums almost evilly. Forcing tow digits into your sopping wet cunt.

Earning a loud mewl from you. As he slowly fully pulled the out before shoving them back in."Look at you so willing to take my fingers pretty girl" he hums satisfied. Before picking up his pace using his thumb to push down on your clit earning more pleasure from you. He could tell you were close again from the way your velvety walls clinched onto his fingers.

"Fuck princess cum for me, come on my fingers with your pretty cunt"

Once he said that you let out a loud moan he slowly thrusted them in praising you, "how about one more princess" he kissed your temple. It in fact was not one more but three leaving you trembling and overstimulated.

He grinned at his artwork sucking your juices away from his fingers tasting you. Before kissing you so you'd taste yourself.

Tears pooled your eyes from exhaustion and the overstimulation.

"Just one more baby I know your tired but I mean it" he says humming pulling off his pants and his boxer revealing his hard fat cock as it slapped onto your stomach.

Your stomach curled with pleasure at the sight, but too overstimulated to care.

You let out a noise as if to say fine. He hummed happily a teasing smirk plastered on his face.

As he rubbed his dick up and down your folds lubricating it with your juices making you whine and whimper.

Finally he looked at you for the go ahead still wanting you consent not wanting to push boundaries.

You nodded your lip trembling,"hey it's okay sweetheart I'll be slow...that is if you want that"

He said that as he slowly pushed in his breath becoming ragged letting out a grunt of satisfaction as he pushed himself all the way in.

Fuck he loved your pussy it was so sweet and fit him so well.

He waited for your nod before slowly thrusting in and out. Pulling all the way out before slamming himself back in earning loud moans from you.

You let out babbles as you force yourself to say "faster" it came out more strained then you meant.

He nodded before listening to your demand going faster pistoning in and out of your greedy cunt.

He let his head fall back as his hips set a bruising pace against your sensitive hips."Fuck sweetheart your perfect" he grunts while you let out more rambles that fall silent and drool leaves the corners of your mouth.

Finally his thrusts became sloppy and he pulled out dumping his seed all over your stomach before laying on top of you both of your chest heaving sweaty bodies conjoining as one.

"Fuck you did so welll for me" he hums giving you a slow sweet kiss. Before rolling off,"come on let's get you cleaned up" he says dragging you to the bath cleaning both of your dirty bodies off as you two softly tiredly chat earning soft laughter and smiles from one another.

Once you two were finished you layer in his arms as he put on one of your favorite romance movies on,"shit this is fucked yo after we had sex" he groans into your hair as he kisses your head,"but y/n will you be my girlfriend" he asks shyly his ears tinting pink.

You smile softly laughing at his awkwardness,"yes I will" you hum nuzzling closer to him hungry for his warmth.

He grunts,"idiot" he says before softly smiling kissing your head once more.

Maybe he was a rough cold guy but he just needed his own person to love to take down those walls. At least that's what he thought.

Bonus scene

"YOUR TOGETHER" Mina shouts letting the whole campus know as you two sat side by side his arm wrapping around your shoulder pulling you closer.

Bakugo ignores her eating his lunch silently letting the chaos unfold.

"You two fucked didn't you?" Denki asked a shit eating grin plastered on his face. You both stiffened your face red and well Bakugo shot him a glare.

He laughed,"what it's not my fault I can basically feel the pheromones and testosterone in the air, so how was it y/n Bakugo rough in the sheets?" He ask grinning before earning a smack from Bakugo himself.

You were so flustered you groaned and nuzzled your face into Bakugo chest hiding yourself. "Shut up Denki and none of you better tease her or I will fucking blast you into fucking oblivion" he threatens.

"And here I thought he'd change but no" Kirishima said before grinning,"we get it bakubro we're happy for you "he says.

Denki snickers,"yea for growing a pair and listening to us" and before he knew it Bakugo blasted him away from the table.

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Thanks for reading I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did writing it.

[txttletale]

hi! what are your thoughts on the first 3 dr who episodes this season? your commentary was a highlight for me last year :)

overall -- pretty good! a huge step up from the first three episodes of season 14, in my opinion. robot revolution is really delightfully goofy and stupid in a way that encompasses a lot of what i like about doctor who--from the ridiculous robot design with their goofy faces, to their pizza planet spaceship, to the laugh-out-loud-stupid twist of the Al generator. i especially like the extremely classic-who-reminiscent 'we're going to indicate that a Time Thing is happening by flashing lights at the actor's face while blasting a weird synth at you'. i didn't even think the incel stuff was that on the nose, although the 'its like video game? I blow stuff up like video game?' scene made my eyes roll like sonic the hedgehog

lux is definitely the highlight: i think it's literally the only RTD2 episode where i think the disney money was actually put to good use to do something they couldn't do without it. mr ring-a-ding himself was obviously the highlight, great performance and great animation--the 'don't make me laugh' bit was a really fun reveal with a good payoff. the whole sequence with the layered fictions and the fans was delightful, i really liked how the episode managed to navigate a middle ground of acknowledging historical racism without having to make it the focus of the whole episode.

and the well! i loved the well. it's nice to have a good straightforward Scary One, i kind of think that horror is the tone that modern who is best at. the steadily building tension is great, the fact that we don't really learn much more about the SPOILERS and that it doesn't even play by the same rules is really fun, the extremely dark implications of the ending are really fun--it's just solidly put together.

some of the trademark RTD2 issues are still here though, i don't understand why this era struggles to desperately with pacing. every single one of these episodes felt too short or too long or like too much time was given to the wrong stuff. but overall i am much more invested in the belinda-doctor dynamic than i ever was in anything with ruby, because there's some real friction and tension there that actually draws me in instead of that saccharine conflict-free besties coffee shop aucore dynamic.

but yea good season one of the reasons im so mad about lcuky day is that up until here it's been nothing but bangers

[ysrjune]

i need a SCOTT/ SAM TWINS X READER ASAP

maybe smth like sam was seen with alyssa and scott was seen with shelby WHILE THEY SLEPT WITH READER (or dating reader) so y/n makes them PAYYYY UPPPPPPPPPP purrrr

or any other twin story cuz i realllyyy need them so badly rn

* GIRL YOU GOTTA SHOW ME ᐟ # 🪻

sorry I put this off so long I wasn't sure how to write it but here it is scrumptious 💋

edit: so I um wrote the first paragraph on Saturday but after the cut, it gets STRAIGHT to the point because im too lazy to think of anything else to say + I feel like a lot of the stuff I write is the same exact thing + I feel bad not getting to this for a week.. IM SORRY

uh this is more about scott cause what I wrote.. WOAH. never written about that before. trying something new. anyway I feel like scott WOULDNT like this but sam would, so he's not the one really being punished yk? PLEASE COMMENT AND LMK WHAT U THINK OF THIS!

"Neither of us is even dating you." Scott scoffs. "I dunno about you," He looks at his brother. "But I'm not gonna let some chick I slept with once, tell me who I can and can't see." The blond rolls his eyes. He was wrong. He was definitely gonna let you boss him around, but you needed to show him that you actually could. Scott is so fucking stubborn all the time it's so annoying. He was even worse than his brother, and that says more than enough. Sam is such a little bitch too.

Scott whines as you slap his cock over and over again. "That hurts!" His voice was high pitched and his eyebrows were knitted together. "Should have thought about the consequences of acting like a brat." She rolls her eyes and slaps it once more—harder than the other times. "I'm sorry I'm sorry," He whimpers. "I'll be good. Just stop slappin' it around like it's some sort of toy." He pants and makes eye contact with Sam.

Sam was holding back a smile. Seeing his brother being put in his place for once was awesome. He wasn't looking at his dick though, that would be really gay and sooo weird. "Should have kept your big louth shut, huh Scotty?" The pasty teen shakes his head. "What. A. Shame."

"Don't think you're not getting it either." She gazes over to Sam.

"What?!" Sam scoffs. "I didn't do anything!"

"You lied to Alyssa. You said you've never done anything with a girl. I'll let you know now.. Alyssa and I are friends."

Sam's heart drops. No way. No way you two are friends. You just.. let him go hook up with your friend? After doing the nastiest things with YOU?

"Thats kind of skankish." He mumbles and tongues his piercing. "What the hell am I getting in trouble for? I didn't know you were friends, you didn't tell me."

"You lied to her about being a virgin. I don't appreciate you lying to my friend."

Sam groaned. He pretended like getting his cock slapped was the worst thing that could ever happen to him because it doesn't feel good! But you both knew he was putting on an act. He's a little freak. He's probably dreamed of getting his dick smacked repeatedly.

While this whole conversation between you and the other twin was going on, you didn't stop torturing the blond. Unlike his brother, he hated this. It hurt so damn bad. Didn't feel good in the slightest way. "please stop. i-i'll stop giving you attitude."

"Liar." She rolls her eyes and smacks his cheek, causing him to whine at the sharp sting. "You're only saying that because you want it to stop. I want you to apologize to me, and you better make it good."

He whined and mouthed off about how this is so stupid and that he'd never apologize to you. He didn't owe you an apology. Does he know he could easily put an end to this? Duh.. but he's letting it happen. Why? He doesn't know. Its definitely not because he likes it. His cheeks were red and his eyes were pouring tears.

So what was the deal? Scott Monroe loves to get put in his place.

"I won't talk b-hhuuh.." He squeezes his eyes shut. "back.. I'll-mmh!!" Scott continues to whine as you hit him. "I won't be a brat anymore, fuck! Just stop. Please stop. You're hurting me." He manages to say without any other cries.

Now, it was Sam's turn.

Scott rested his cheek on your thigh, laying on his side on your bed. His left hand was caressing your knee. Your left hand was caressing his cheek meanwhile your right was slapping Sam's cock.

He hisses, laying back on his elbows, watching how you repeatedly beat him. "Fuck.. that feels great." Freak. He got way too into it.. he tried to take your wrist and fuck into your hand. Well, actually, he did do that.. you let him work himself up. Before he came, you removed your hand and he was pissed.

And unexpectedly, he was able to cum with one more hit to his cock.

"We should do this again sometime." Sam smirks. "Don't you think it's a good idea Scott? Wasn't that so much fun?"

Scott gazes at his brother. "Mm-mm." He hums like a child and hides his face back into your thigh. Honestly, you liked when he got like this. He was gonna be so sweet and touchy the rest of the night.

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[verstappenalty]

asking as a newbie max/f1 enjoyer, what races can i rewatch that show Max's skills/are entertaining/he wins? i know he was dominating the 2023 season and i plan on watching it already, but what else should i watch?

obviously he was showing his skills even during last gp, but it was painful when mclarens inserted themselves into Max's race and i want something where he is the it girl the whole time

hopefully it's okay to ask you of this :>

absolutely love this question thank you for asking!! I completely understand wanting to watch max HAPPY races, I'm simply never in the mood to watch other drivers succeed 🙄

this is a bit from memory so I will absolutely forget some banger races sorry (if people want to chime in their suggestions then please do so!!)

putting it under a readmore bc uhhh. it got long.

spain 2016: teen max holds off wdc kimi raikonnen on older tires for like 30 laps and becomes the sports youngest race winner. baby 🐐 showed off his tire management skills excellently here

brazil 2016: not a max win but he is absolutely the main character of the race. pits onto full wets with 16 laps to go, drops to the back of the grid and makes his way up. everyone and their mother thought this would be the best display of skill ever shown at a wet race in brazil. little did they know 😎 highly recommend watching the onboard on youtube of this - gp and max working together so beautifully is everything to me

2017 and 2018 I'm so sorry babes I'm skipping you guys to keep this list from being "every max verstappen race win ever" (that being said, 2018 austria is a race I enjoy rewatching)

austria 2019: max has anti-stall on the first lap and then HUNTS down the win and proves he is the hottest bitch to ever do it. truly just excellent racing from maxy

germany 2019: this is austria's flashy cousin. I just recommend this race bc it's so chaotic. everything happens all the time

brazil 2019: this is a max vs lewis race before we had THEEE max vs lewis races and wow it's so good. very cool strategy plays throughout the race too. honestly interlagos ALWAYS delivers

silverstone 70th anniversary 2020: this is the race where martin brundle famously says "thank god for max verstappen" bc he was the only one serving cunt against the mercedes that year. insanely overpowered car vs a max verstappen who refuses to give up (note there are 2 races in silverstone in 2020, this is the 2nd one)

2021 I could recommend basically every single race but I'm going to suggest just two:

sochi 2021: NOT a max win BUT he comes back from p20 to the podium and the last 5 laps of this race are absolute chaos. he is so superior in wet weather it is insane

COTA 2021: we know now that max was having vision issues at this point in the season and that COTA was particularly difficult for him. and he popped his whole pussy on track. he hunted lewis DOWN. the rest of the grid were nowhere, it was these two going toe to toe and FUCK it hits

okay this is getting very long im just going to choose one from each of the next years

hungary 2022: max starts p10, has a full 360 spin during the race, and STILL wins. very fun time

zandvoort 2023: this was the race where max was up for matching seb's 9-race win streak, and it was chaos from the very first lap. any other driver might have lost it. not maxy. not here.

brazil 2024: literally race of all time. my comfort race. I watch this whole thing in FULL more than I should probably admit to. max is a class above everyone else the entire time, and he is having FUN. bonus points for the happiest cooldown room and podium ever

and recently - japan 2025 was max demonstrating an absolutely flawless race. he didn't put a foot wrong the ENTIRE time. just a metronome of perfect laps.

okay this was um. VERY long but that is because max is MAX and keeps winning incredible races. there are definitely LOTS more but hopefully you enjoy watching these ones!!

ALSO for serotonin I would obvs recommend watching every race where max wins a championship but like. abu dhabi last 15mins onboard is the best thing in the world

[jetblack4realz]

protector - haymitch abernathy

petrels

masterlist

okay a super narrow poll victory gets protector a bit of a longer chapter today!

your love is awfully convincing in the districts.

warnings: sexualizing, allusions to sa and gross people, spoilers to sotr, age gap of like 3 years

word count: 3.4k

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everything in 12 was awkward. uncertain. tense.

the speech was as horrific as you predicted - making eye contact with the families of the tributes who'd been horrifically murdered within the first two hours of your games as you preached about how wonderful and tragic their little lives were, and how everyone had the capitol to thank for the goodness that came from it.

"and whatever goodness you can find, i encourage you to find it," you said, notecards slack by your side as you looked between the large family of the fifteen year old female tribute and the singular older brother of the fourteen year old male tribute. "we have the capitol to thank for the games, yes. but, we have our communities to turn to for love and support during these difficult times. i hope you're all able to find peace with it, and, um," you glanced at haymitch, letting out a sigh before turning to make eye contact with the dark haired brother of the boy your district partner had killed. "i'm sorry for the part i played in it. i am."

your escort slapped a hand over her eyes and shook her head, the ever gracious mayor taking over the microphone as she smiled slightly at you, a warm, motherly thing that made you feel like that was the right thing to say before you were being dragged from the stage.

"all you have to do is read from the notecards. none of this... this emotional stuff. nothing about district pride, building community, or anything," your escort, nelsie said with a high pitched huff that sounded more like a squeaky toy than anything.

"it's entertaining," you said, brushing her concerns away with a wave of your hand. "and it helps unite panem. everyone knows the districts resent the hunger games, but maybe by making them like me better they'll like the capitol better too."

"oh, yes, because that's going to work." another squeak. "missy, just read from the cards. yes?"

"sure, nels."

the reception wasn't any better. in fact, it was definitely worse.

the justice building was filled with the limited number of government officials and their families, a few scattered more prominent families joining you as well.

and haymitch, of course.

a couple of the young married girls were doing their best to give off capitol impressions, large necklaces around their necks and their hair tied up into large braids with dots of blush brushed onto their cheeks.

you, on the other hand, did your best to keep your stylists off of you. you had minimal makeup, a sleek black dress, and your hair hung naturally - much to the chagrin of your stylist.

"hey, i'm wearing the dress, aren't i?"

haymitch kept an arm around you the entire time, and you could tell the people of 12 were surprised by it. you didn't bother asking why; you knew about his history of being resigned and short with people after the death of his family and girlfriend.

they all probably expected him to be a lonely drunk the rest of his life.

little did they know that you refused to let that happen.

you liked haymitch, more than you cared to admit. he was abnormally kind and thoughtful, and his adamancy about keeping you safe played with your heart a bit.

but even though he kept you tucked in his side and away from wandering eyes in public, in private you were at an arm's length.

he was oddly strict with his personal space when you stayed with him - his door was shut tight and he was always a cushion away from you when you lounged on the sofa. he made you breakfast that morning, slid it to you across the kitchen island and sat there even when you took it to sit at the table.

he was quieter.

it was weird.

now back at the party he'd turned into the capitol rascal again, his smile wide and his eyes glittering with some strange mischief.

but conversation was dull and the music even duller, though there was an extremely skilled violinist who shot you side smiles every so often despite the gentle glare that you'd realized was exclusively shown to haymitch.

there was a lot of awkward conversation that even haymitch couldn't get you out of, and then, finally, you were out of there.

you stayed at haymitch's that night too - the last night you'd have together without fear of being listened to or walked in on.

he went to bed quickly, whispering a quick good night and pressing a kiss to your temple from over the back of the couch before disappearing upstairs.

you didn't bother wandering down the hall to your bedroom, opting to fall asleep on the couch in front of the television that was playing old, cheesy capitol-roms that helped quiet your mind.

you woke up with a blanket over you that you hadn't fallen asleep with.

haymitch made breakfast in the morning again.

and then you were off to district 11.

the peacekeepers appointed as your guard didn't appreciate haymitch being everywhere at all times.

frankly, neither did your styling team, or your escort.

but, they put up with him because of your insistence, and the film director that had been assigned to you kept going on about how young love has been taking over the film industry as of late.

like it hasn't always.

either way, it worked in your favor, and after giving the uncomfortable speech to 12 about their fallen tributes, and a slightly less uncomfortable dinner with the incredibly kind family of the mayor, haymitch left on the train with you.

when you got to district 11 things weren't easier.

the people were tense. the peacekeepers were tenser.

you had haymitch stand behind you as you gave your speech, his knuckles brushing over yours as he gave you a supportive nod before finally stepping to the side and letting you speak.

the tributes' families wouldn't look at you and you couldn't blame them. you'd watched the other careers murder their little ones.

both fourteen, both skin and bones, both with gentle smiles and naive excitement about being in the capitol.

the boy had been the first dead in the bloodbath. the girl followed only moments after.

your district partner had decapitated her.

blood. there was so much blood.

and screaming. everyone was screaming.

from terror, from fear, from excitement and vigor.

the tributes from 2 were ululating some terrifying war cry as they pursued the youngest of the group.

that's when you ran.

you were supposed to be a career. you'd agreed to alliances. you'd promised your district partner you would use your skills to help him and the kids from districts 1 and 2 - you had a lot of them.

you thought you could do it.

you couldn't.

so you ran.

far away from the cornucopia, from the screams.

straight into the desert, convinced that the heat and dryness and lack of water would kill you before someone else could, before you'd have to kill anyone either. after all, you were from district 4, a lack of water was practically a death sentence in your sponsors' eyes.

nelsie pulled on your sleeve and you looked up, blinking as you tried to get your breath back.

"i'm sorry," you breathed out as you faced the crowd again, plastering a smile on your lips. "sorry, just, um - anyways."

when you beelined for the train after you finished, the peacekeeper captain stood in your way, eyes narrowed at you.

mags came up behind you, but you couldn't hear what she was saying.

everything was a haze.

you needed to lay down.

haymitch was there suddenly, and he was angrier than you'd ever seen him.

mags' hand was on his shoulder, pulling his arm down when he moved to push the captain out of the way. he nearly decked him.

finally, the man moved, but the cameras saw the whole thing.

in an attempt to save face the peacekeeper was called an agitator and haymitch was in the news with the headline of: "victor abernathy defending his love".

you were barely in the video, haymitch's body blocking you, but you looked... dazed. hazy.

it sat wrong with you.

haymitch was more attentive after that - not that he hadn't been already.

as you continued on through 10, 9, and 8, he always had a hand on your waist or your arm, his eyes on you constantly, and he was always mumbling some sort of reassurance.

your individual rooms only had twin beds, to your surprise and annoyance. but even with that, you found yourself leaving your room to join haymitch in his after nightmares.

"i'm sorry," you mumbled, wiping away a stray tear from your cheek as he shook his head, scooting back and patting the mattress. his eyes were half-lidded with sleep as he made room for you.

"it's okay. i get them too," he whispered when you'd finally settled comfortably in his arms, his back practically against the wall as he pulled you into his chest.

"do they ever go away?" you asked quietly.

he considered the question, sighing into your hair. "no, honey. no they don't."

you laid in silence for a few minutes before either of you spoke again.

"i caught a peacekeeper in my bathroom this morning."

"what?" he asked, leaning back to look at you with knitted brows.

"after my shower," you said. "i reached for a towel and saw him in the mirror. it looked like he was trying to write something on the mirror, but when i yelled he ran off."

"you're not staying alone anymore," he told you. "you'll stay with me or i'll stay with you. in the capitol too."

"there've been no real notes, just whatever he was writing."

"doesn't mean you're not going to get any, and obviously there are things at play here we don't know about. you promised we'd keep you safe, remember?"

"i remember." you snuggled further into him, an arm snug around his waist. "i'll stay with you. thank you."

he sighed, squeezing your waist. "always."

you still couldn't sleep most nights, kept awake by the fear of reliving your games over and over. for hours, haymitch would run his hand over your back and tell you random things in hopes of tiring you enough to get you into a near-dreamless sleep, and every night you were grateful it worked.

by the time you made it to district 7, it'd become routine.

"i didn't think i'd ever be on a victory tour again," he told you quietly, his touch soothing as he rubbed your back.

you were tucked comfortably in his arms, legs laced together casually as he held you halfway on top of him.

your heart always sped up nervously when he held you like this, and at the same time it was the most comfortable you think you'd ever felt.

"you don't think there will be another victor from 12?"

he let out a heavy breath, shaking his head against the pillow. "honestly? i'm surprised we've gotten two out in the last fifty five years."

you waited a beat before speaking again. "if i had a choice, i'd like to never have to do this again. be a mentor. watch the games. coach them. attend victory tours. it eats gigi alive having to relive it."

"well, i'm grateful you don't have a choice," he told you quietly. "i think it'll be easier having you there during it all. you've already made visits to the capitol a hell of a lot easier than they ever have been."

you smiled slight and squeezed his torso gently. "you make it all easier too."

in district 6 you realized that your diligent film crew had been filming more than you thought they were.

videos of you leaving haymitch's "private" car covered the news, and a variety of influencers and talk show hosts were discussing it.

"do you think they were sharing a room here three months ago?" caesar asked, leaning towards pressley, a popular social commentator he'd taken onto his show.

"no, caesar, i think this is a new development," pressley answered, her hands crossed over her knees as she glanced between caesar and the audience. "but, i mean, what could we have expected? he's joined her on her victory tour of all things, and the two haven't been seen apart this whole time. their relationship is progressing - and quickly."

"what are you suggesting? that they're going to be engaged soon?"

"i'm suggesting that they could be already."

cue the audience gasp.

"but, why wouldn't they announce it?"

"well, you know how district people work. all of our victors tend to lean towards keeping their privacy - haymitch and mags flanagan being some of them. it's easy to assume that our newest victor takes after her lover and grandmother and they have both chosen to keep it hidden."

"or," caesar suggested with a grin. "they're waiting to announce it until the end of the tour? right here in the capitol?"

"it is where they fell in love," pressley agreed with a nod.

"oh, how sentimental, how sweet!"

"i'm tired of this," you sighed. "can we turn it off?"

"what, you don't want to hear about how we're secretly engaged?" haymitch asked with a laugh.

"no," you answered simply. he relented and clicked the television off, setting the remote back on the side table. "it's ridiculous."

"sure, but it's attention, and that's what we want."

and it seemed you were getting a lot of attention, from all sides of panem.

during your speech in district 4 the power went out.

lights flickering, microphones screeching, screens glitching in and out.

someone slipped something cold and metallic into your hand, and you squeezed it into your palm so no one else would see when the lights finally steadied.

nelsie wrapped up the speech with a giggle and a clap of her hands, and the rest of your district was happy to be done with it. your cousin waved, her bright blonde hair bouncing over her shoulders as her toddler pulled at strands of it, her hulking husband standing behind her with his usual kind smile as you waved back at them all.

and then, of course, you were being ushered away by guards and mags and haymitch.

"gigi," you mumbled as you walked back into the justice building. haymitch was now behind you with his hand on your lower back, eyes scrutinizing as ever as you crowded towards your grandmother. "is this...?"

she took the tiny gold necklace from your hand with a small growing smile as she eyed it. "a storm petrel," she said with a nod. "goodness, it looks just like one your grandfather had made for me before my games. it was his family crest, you know."

she handed you the small bird pendant, which you then passed to haymitch. a furrow formed between his brows as he analyzed it.

"where did you get it, dear?" mags asked you.

"someone slipped it to me when the lights went out," you answered quietly. haymitch's eyes flashed to you before he finally handed the necklace back to you.

"why?" he wondered.

you shrugged. "who knows?"

"do you remember the flanagan motto? what the petrel is for?" mags asked.

you shrugged again, smiling sheepishly. "not really."

"quietly enduring," she told you with a gentle smile. "petrels are resilient little things; the endure all types of storms and troubles out on the sea and yet they always pull through."

you thought then of your grandfather and the adventures he would take you on out on his boat. it was his father's, who was a fisherman by trade and taught him everything he knew, but now instead of fish he would simply take it for a spin and bring his grandkids along.

you remembered him pointing out the small black and gray birds to you. "their feathers look like watercolors."

and then they became watercolors. all the time. there were countless pictures of the birds hung up around your grandparents' house, all painted carefully by your grandfather's steady hand.

painting wasn't common in the districts - most people didn't have the means to purchase the supplies. but, since he was married to a victor, he was always painting.

it was a way for him to escape the struggles of life as a victor.

your grandparents were the unluckiest people in district 4, people always said. they had dated in their teen years before she was reaped for her games at only sixteen. when she returned, haunted by the death of her sweet cousin who had joined her in the games, they married quickly.

your grandfather was eighteen when he was reaped the following year, and so was his youngest sister, who was only twelve. he protected her as best he could, but still she was killed.

he returned to mags and to district 4 a victor, but scarred.

it was then that they decided they would make sure their children were prepared to be reaped should that day come. the trend caught on and soon district 4 was a career district - trained killers who began volunteering for the games for pride and glory.

like your father. your uncle. your cousins. and you.

"that's beautiful," you murmured, looking back up from the pendant to mags. "it matches grandpa perfectly. and you."

"and you," mags answered, pointing a finger to you as you let out a gentle laugh.

"well, someone definitely thinks so," you said, holding up the pendant.

"excuse me, but we're omitting the dinner for tonight."

you three looked forward to see the peacekeeper captain who'd replaced the troublesome one from before, two guards at his side as nelsie skipped towards you.

"back to the train, come come!" she chirped, clapping her hands again and waving you to the side.

you furrowed your brows. "may i ask why?"

"weather troubles," nelsie sighed, shaking her head. "why do you think all the technology was going bonkers? we can't risk not making it to district 3 on time."

"so, we're driving through the troublesome weather?" haymitch asked.

"the only way out is through, as they all say," nelsie said cheerily, waving towards the train once more. "come along now. i'm sure you're all quite tired."

"are we not doing dinner tonight?"

"that's a question for later, dearest."

you didn't get dinner. you all did end up going straight to bed, the battle not worth fighting as you bulleted towards district 3.

"can you put this on for me?" you held out the short necklace to haymitch, kneeling on his bed as he looked up at you.

he took the necklace with a nod. "turn around."

you moved so your feet were hanging off the edge of the bed and your back was to him.

his fingers brushed over your neck as he pulled stray hairs out of his way before carefully placing the necklace over your neck and clasping it at the back.

"there," he mumbled, pressing a kiss to the skin just beneath where the clasp rested.

"thank you," you whispered, reaching back to take his hand - unable to face his lest he see the red coating your cheeks.

he hummed in acknowledgment. then he smacked the wall rather loudly, causing you to jump, and then the lights went out immediately after. his arm wrapped around your middle as he pulled you to the mattress. "time for bed."

you couldn't help but laugh a bit as he pulled the blankets around you both and settled into your side, sighing as his body relaxed completely against you and the pillows.

you knew you wouldn't be able to sleep.

"you think everyone's talking about this?"

he remained quiet for a moment before he shifted, a soft sigh slipping past his lips.

"well, we're definitely getting attention, honey, if that's what you're asking."

"not the kind we need."

he sighed heavily this time, cheek resting on the top of your head. "no. not the kind we need at all."

a beat of silence passed before you spoke again. "how do they expect us to pretend it isn't what it is?"

"they expect us to fear them. they expect us to do exactly as they say when they say it."

"how? why?"

"because every other person has done that for the last fifty years, honey, that's how."

you were quiet again. "except us."

"i think they're figuring that out now."

[kilojulietsierra]

…at the PTMC holiday party there will be a picture with Santa set up & Mel would definitely ask for her little night shift family to take a picture together.

Jack would be reluctant but Shen and Ellis would be down (shen sitting in Santa’s lap) & Sam would send it out as the family holiday card.

- First and foremost it’s an ugly sweater party, Jack told Sam to “I don’t know just get me something so Dana doesn’t yell at me”

- Sam hands him the perfect sweater just before they leave for the party and giggles. Maniacally. “Babe…” “it’s funny” *deep sigh/intense stare* “it is kinda funny”

- Mel is the one that asks for a group photo with Santa. The first time.

- Sam has to hide her smile in the side of Jacks shoulder when he gives her a deadpanned “no” because the young doctor is totally unphased.

- Mel has worked with Jack long enough now his tone doesn’t slow her done one bit.

- She comes back 10 minutes later, “just one photo” “not happening kid”

- The next time she comes back Parker is with her and they’re both smiling. Jack shakes his head before either of them can say a word “Not. Happening”

- He chuckles to himself and goes back to his conversation with Robby who gives him a look. Jack glares “don’t even think about it.” “I didn’t say anything” “you were going to “

- Jack doesn’t see Sam and Mel conspiring later, and he doesn’t see her hiding an evil smirk in her drink across the room when Mel comes up one more time

- “Just one picture Doc” because she’s already picking up habits from Ellis and Shen and calling him Doc. “My sister will love it! It would make her so happy”

- Jack caves

- Sam is red in the face she’s giggling so much as she lines up the shot on her phone.

- She laughs outright when Shen appears out of nowhere wearing an elf hat from God knows where and plops down on Santa’s lap and immediately poses like he’s on some 2000s album cover.

- By the time they’re done Jack is actually smiling and laughing.

- So is Santa 😆

- Sam is happy to see him happy and relaxed, having fun even, it’s been awhile

- Mel comes and gives Sam a hug, which is new, but she hugs her back “I’ll send you the pictures when we get home”

- Jack and Sam aren’t “Christmas Card People” really.., but Sam makes an exception that year.

- She doesn’t send out many

- Sam’s parents who don’t understand the humor

- A select few of Jacks army buddies, who text him for weeks after giving him hell

- Robby and Dana find them in their lockers with special notes from Sam

- Each of jacks ER gremlins (Shen, Ellis, King) get … a few. With instructions from Sam to hold on to a couple in case they ever need… well, blackmail

*****

Look, Jack and Sam are former military that work in Emergency medicine and have been through some shit together … they have a fucked up sense of humor and they love that about each other!

[slapthosewilliessilly]

Boyfriend Josh Washington whooo…

If you happen to know the original poster of this pic let me know! I found it on Pinterest and I’d love to give proper credit!!

No real warnings other than Josh being a cutie patootie! Twilight mention because I’m keeping it real lmao. Fluffy and sweet boyfriend Josh x fem reader, enjoy!

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Always makes sure that you feel welcome and comfortable no matter where you guys go but ESPECIALLY at parties!!

If you do feel pressured or uncomfortable Josh is the first to know and the first to get you out of there. Always takes the blame if people say something about leaving so soon.

Once you told Josh you felt uncomfortable around some tipsy loser at Mike’s friend’s party. Josh ended up getting in an argument and was ready punch that fucking idiot for you. After you two left and were in the car he said he didn’t regret it and he was just happy you were so open with him about how you felt.

If you’re the kind of girl that loves to get your nails done he always pays for your nails, no if’s and’s or but’s.

God forbid you ever say another man paid for your nails.

He will drive you to the salon and is completely willing to drop a hundred and fifty bucks MINIMUM to get those nails taken off and replaced with something prettier, maybe get his initials on them somewhere,

“Can never be too careful.” Josh will say as he watches them paint your nails with a grin.

Will even get his nails trimmed up while you get yours done, if you ask he will absolutely get a couple of his nails done to match whatever theme you have picked for your nails.

Takes pictures of your freshly manicured hands together and posts it on his instagram- every. single. time. That you two get your nails done together.

Definitely asks you to lie and tell Mike, Chris, or Matt and say he can’t go hang out with them because he just doesn’t want to.

Like don’t get Josh wrong- they are his dude friends and he likes hanging out with them but

“Why would I go hang out with them when you and I can just go out?”

He says as if it wasn’t the most obvious thing actually ever.

Grabs his keys and takes you to wherever is open that you want to go to as a ‘perfect girlfriend treat’ in return for lying for him.

Literally showers you in gifts.

Anything and everything you’ve shown interest in Josh shows genuinely no hesitation in getting for you.

Because it’s for you. That’s all he cares about. Plus he has the money- why wouldn’t he?

Looked at a hot pink Juicy Couture purse for two seconds too long at the mall? Boom- he already emptied out your other purse and organized it all in your new juicy couture purse with a new matching wallet! You’re welcome btw.

Mention how you thought candle making would be an interesting hobby to get into?

You’re coming over, he has three different kinds of wax ready along with twelve different smells and several packs of wicks all at different lengths ready for you to pick from.

The only payment he ever asks for in return is some extra kisses and maybe some back scratches later lol

Comfort. King. 👑

Had a bad day?

Not under Josh’s watch.

You and him, his place, his room.

Twilight movie marathon.

DoorDash, drinks, a sweet treat.

Buys some of those nice spa face masks for you both to have on as you lay in his bed together.

Will even braid or fix your hair for you if you ask him nicely- trust me he definitely can and will help you with your hair. Who do you think helped the twins a million times when they were younger?

You being his favorite photography subject.

He genuinely can’t keep a camera off of you. You’re too beautiful.

Even on bad days when you feel unattractive, Josh is always quick to correct you when you talk bad about yourself.

“God I’m just so fucking bloated today-“

“Watch it- that’s my girlfriend you’re talking about.” He’ll reply.

Has to post a picture of you pretty much every day. If he doesn’t post his daily favorite selfie of you onto his story then he definitely has a huge photo dump one day of the month where he posts at least his top 10 favorite pictures he got of you or with you during that month.

In general I genuinely feel like Josh would be one of the sweetest if not the most sweetest boyfriends ever who loves you unapologetically in his entirety. 🩷

[fuyuu-chan]

the sun have never shined this bright like yours - ft. solo leveling men

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x Reader & Liu Zhigang x Reader (Separate) - also this is sunshine x sunshine protector trope (i hope i portrayed it well)

Fuyuu-chan: i feel like this was a bit of a mess, but i just really wanna write even tho there's no thought process :')

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Sung Jinwoo:

• he's the embodiment of darkness and you being the literal definition of sunshine?

• perfect pair

• in his most darkest times were he thought he became the most horrible person (he felt guilty or is he? lol but it always goes through his mind when he killed those people), where he thought he lost his humanity completely

• you came in his life

• like a light shining, showing him the way

• you supported him and stayed with him

• he got to confide in you, rest in your arms where he felt the safest, and he wouldn't trade it for the world

• this is his most treasured and precious moments, with his beloved

• whether you're a hunter or not, he would protect you with his entire life

• he wanted you out of harm

• if you're not a hunter, that's better

• you can be safe, and be away from the dangers those dungeon has to offer, the horrible things that happens inside the dungeons too and he can be assured for sure about your safety

• it would be better for you to keep your innocence away from those, and can be happy and healthy all the time

• he promised to himself to never let your light or shine fade away, to not let anyone or anything change you the way you are

• and his children shadow soldiers are also more than willing to protect you too, you are their queen, mother, their king's most important person he treasured

• that jinwoo was willing to risk or sacrifice anything, anytime, for you

• he would always be your protector along with his soldiers

• and if you're ever away, he would always be a call away

• yes, his children is there to protect you, but he prefers to do it himself as he wants you to know just how much you are important to him

• he would never be too far to follow you, as one sign from his children he would be by your side in no time

• that's one of the reasons you are not afraid of the things that terrified you before, especially at night

• for you, nighttime, has never been this peaceful

• maybe bcs you know jinwoo would always be there and your babies who is there accompanying you while you enjoy your time

Liu Zhigang:

• all this man had ever known in life is being a hunter

• he never really thought of doing other things, other than his work and his hobbies

• but that's when you came in (out of nowhere, in his opinion he's not complaining tho)

• you caught his attention the moment he met you in the hunter's association

• he was intrigued, because you were literally smiling, so cheerful, greeting everyone who passed by with a small "hello" "hi" or a nod of acknowledgement

• he rarely sees that on hunters these days, normally they don't really bother with such trivial things unless its coming from an important person

• you were also very optimistic

• he was amused and interested to say the least

• he kept his eye on you for the next few days that passed

• you just never really seemed to run out of kindness or that cheerful personality of yours

• like sure some people smile all the time, but most of the time they were fake, only putting a facade to make a good impression

•  but yours ... it was far different, it looks genuine

•  like you actually pay attention to people, like actually being interested to them and giving some time to listen to them

•  that's a first...for him anyway

•  he got to talk to you here and there in short moments when he had free time, but he got to know you little by little 

•  it started off like that anyway

•  liu just grew to adore you, care for you and such (you seem to always lit up his mood too, and put up a smile on his face, a genuine one (like mirroring your expression but of course he never really got to, as you shine more and more each day))

•  bcs suddenly the moment he fell for you, all the soft songs out there about love that he don't used to like before, was suddenly all about him and you

•  but when he saw you so down one day, so sad, he felt his blood boil

•  what happened? who did this to you?

•  but that didn't matter right now

•  he comforted you, took you in his arms where you lean on him, just crying as he whisper comforting words, while he pats your back gently while his other hand brush your strands softly

•  in the end you fell asleep

•  he didn't let go of you, he just wanted you to rest and wants you to feel his presence, to let you know he would always be there to protect you

•  that he would always be there for you, for you to confide to him, for you to run to him whenever you might need someone

•  as for what happened on what made you sad ... he would either ask you the next day, or if he saw you don't wanna talk about it

•  he would contact someone, and make sure to find out about what might had happened, he wanted to take care of whatever had made you have that pained expression

•  he doesn't want to see you sad again, it pains him (probably more than you) more than he'd like to admit

•  he only wanted you to be happy, for you to shine brightly like how you usually do

•  liu only wants the best for you and it would always remain like that

•  ....

•  and since the two of you are famous as hunters, there would be reporters/paparazzi following the both of you whenever you are out in public

•  this man would either ignore those bcs he don't wanna waste his time on them and just wanted to focus on you

•  but if it makes you uncomfortable this man would sent a glare to those reporters/paparazzi who was hiding, thinking they wouldn't be seen

•  and if that won't do, he would threaten them (he would have done smth more but you were there and he would hate to ruin your mood and your date) and the same goes to jinwoo in this situation

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[elllisaaa]

seventeen as love songs - hhu vers.

-> pairing : seventeen hhu x fem!reader

-> words count : 2.3k words

-> genre : fluff, hurt/comfort

-> warnings : none

-> sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated !

-> author's note : it's been such a long time since i last updated this serie but i'm getting back to it ! hope you'll like it !

-> masterlist | svt masterlist | 1k event masterlist

hhu vers. | vu vers. | pu vers.

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

-> Babydoll by Ari Abdul

"darling, i’m falling, fucked up over you."

→ When Seungcheol loved, he loved passionately, with no in betweens, no doubts, no guessing game. His first love was music, then his second was dance, his third was being on stage, and his fourth was you. It didn’t strike him immediately, because he was busy, and love - true love - wasn’t what he thought he needed in his life at that time. But the more time he spent with you, the more he found himself unable to pull away from your magnetic attraction. He was like a butterfly inevitably drawn to a blinding light. 

“- Man, you should really tell her.”

But Seungcheol stayed deaf to Mingyu’s advice. He knew he loved you, he knew it from the bottom of his heart and soul, but he wasn’t sure he had enough space in his life for you, and he firmly believed that you were better off without him. He tried to convince himself that he was okay with simply staring at you from afar. What a lie. 

“- Why are you looking at me like that ?”

Your smile was bright, and it made Seungcheol’s heart beat faster. He knew he should stay away from you, but it was hard to not fall deeper for you every time you laughed, every time you talked, everytime you looked at him. 

“- Nothing. You’re just really pretty.”

The blush on your cheeks as you shook your head and refused his compliments threw all his efforts to keep his feelings under control out of the window. And before he could think about it, he was blurting out the words he held in for so long.

“- I think I’m in love with you.”

"call me babydoll, come break down these walls, don’t leave me alone."

→ From that moment on, Seungcheol was attached by the hips to you. He couldn’t spend a day without talking about you, mentioning you, texting you. And sometimes, he cursed himself for the way he thought he wouldn't be able to handle this relationship when you were the best thing to ever happen to him. 

“- What are you going to do tomorrow, baby ?”

You didn’t even lift your head from where it was resting on his chest, simply nuzzling closer to him to seek more of his warmth. This was maybe your favourite thing about sleeping with Seungcheol - he was always warm when you were always cold. 

“- I have an appointment at the nail salon, and then I think I’m just gonna relax at home. It’s been so long since I had a day off.”

Seungcheol hummed as he slowly caressed your hair. These moments before you both went to sleep were his favourites, when you talked about both your days in a murmur, basking in each other's presence and just feeling the love in the most intimate way. 

“- I’ll leave you my card before going to work then, you need to spoil yourself a little more often. 

- You know you don’t have to pay for everything I want, Cheol.”

He looked down at you with a soft smile that definitely made your heart beat a whole lot faster. And he kissed your forehead tenderly, like he always did when he wanted you to stop arguing and just let him take care of you for once. You always did so much for him, and sometimes, he felt like he couldn’t give you as much. So paying for you felt like a solution to remind you that he was there, that he loved you, that he would never leave.

“- I know. But I want to. You deserve to have whatever you want. I do it because I love you, so let me.”

And you always let him, because it felt good to be taken care of sometimes. 

JEON WONWOO

-> Lover by Taylor Swift  

"have i known you 20 seconds or 20 years ?"

→ Being open about his feelings and easily interacting with people had never been Wonwoo’s strength. It wasn’t easy for him to talk with people he didn’t know, to be a social butterfly like some of his friends. He felt awkward when he did so, like it wasn’t his place. But sometimes, such conversations were unavoidable, especially when he ran into someone and spilled their coffee to the floor first thing in the morning. 

“- I’m so sorry, I didn’t look where I was going and I didn’t see you.

- No, no, I should’ve been more careful too ! Are you okay ? Did it burn you ?”

As you both raised your eyes from the floor where your coffee was splattered, and your gazes met, it was like time stopped. Wonwoo couldn’t help but think that this was a typical cliché, a ridiculous one at that, but he also couldn’t help the way his heart started to beat faster as he discovered your pretty face, and pretty eyes, and pretty hair, and pretty smile. He was smitten from the first minute and he had to mentally slap himself to remember that you had asked him a question.

“- Oh ! No, it didn’t hurt me, I’m okay. Are you ?”

You nodded with a delay, starstruck by how handsome the man in front of you was, trying to regain your ability to talk without embarrassing yourself even more. 

“- I am…

- Do you… Do you have enough time for another coffee ? To apologize.”

Of course, you said yes, even if that made you late for work, because Wonwoo made it all worth it. And it was like you had known each other forever, as if you were meant to meet right at this moment, and soon enough, your abandoned coffee on the ground was long forgotten.

"can i go where you go ? can we always be this close forever and ever ?"

→ It didn’t take long for Wonwoo to make things official with you. Maybe some people would say that it was too soon, too quick. But for you and him, it was perfect, and it was all that matters. Others opinions and critics weren’t what mattered, Wonwoo couldn’t even hear them when he was on his little cloud of happiness with you. 

“- Are you free tonight ? We wanted to do a game night.

- No, sorry, I’m with Y/N.”

These were now his typical conversations with the other members. He loved them, they were his family, but now, you had become his home, the one he wanted to go back to every day, the one he longed to be back to every night. 

“- I’m here, darling.”

As soon as Wonwoo closed the door of your shared apartment behind him, you were in front of him with a smile, standing on your tippy toes to be able to kiss his lips tenderly. 

“- Welcome home Nonu.”

This simple greeting was enough to make his heart melt away, and he engulfed you in a hug without thinking. You giggled against his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist, not questioning his sudden urge to have you close, and rather basking in it instead.

“- Yeah, I’m home.”

KIM MINGYU

-> Televised by Hunny

"oh, she’s so bright, i can’t believe my eyes."

→ Mingyu was a joyful person. He liked to laugh, to love, to live. He was doing everything to a 100%. And love was not a game to him - it was serious, it was important. Because Mingyu loved unconditionally, but he was careful to whom he gave this privilege. But the first time he saw you, it was like every logical thought had been thrown out of his mind immediately. There was something in you, in what you showed off to the world that shined like a star and that he was unable to resist.

“- I thought you would have talked to me already by now.”

The honey-like tone of your voice straddled him, and he turned around to be able to look at you. You had that smile you had been wearing all night long, and your eyes were glimmering with something that made Mingyu’s heart skip a bit.

“- I… Was I that obvious ?”

And now, the sound of your laughter echoed in the bar, overpowering the loud music and the chatting. It was like he had tunnel vision for you.

“- A little bit, but I don’t really mind it.”

Mingyu smiled at you, not knowing if the warmth spreading through his body came from the alcohol he had drank or from the way you were looking at him. Either way, he liked it.

“- Wanna dance ?”

He didn’t hesitate to take your extended hand, and he let you drag him with you. He let you do everything you wanted because he would have followed you to the end of the world.

"i’m in paradise, show me heartbreak a thousand times, i don’t care to be or be caught without sweet misery by my side."

→ Hiding your relationship from his band members wasn’t easy, but you wanted to respect Mingyu’s wish. He knew he would get teased, he knew he would never hear the end of it, and mostly, he was scared. Scared that you wouldn’t get along with his second family, scared that to make things too real. 

“- Can I come over after work ?”

Mingyu stayed silent for a few seconds, and you understood immediately, a sigh escaping you without realizing it. 

“- Your friends are there, right ?

- Yes, I’m sorry baby.

- It’s okay…”

But was it really ? You knew Mingyu wasn’t ashamed of you, he had no problem taking you out on dates, or being seen with you, except by his friends. And you understood, you really did, but you couldn’t help but feel a little left out. Hidden like a dirty secret. You thought Mingyu had hung up, the silence so loud you could practically hear it, but then his voice rang through the speakers of your phone again. 

“- Guys, my girlfriend will come over after work later.”

You could hear the screams and diverse questions about you on the other line, but it was only background noise compared to his “I love you”, to the promise he just made to you. 

CHWE HANSOL

-> Movement by Hozier

"when you move, i can never define all that you are to me, so move me baby."

→ Everyone felt like your relationship with Hansol was a bit strange : he was leaning more on staying home, staying behind in social situations and he was a rather calm guy, whereas you were… Well, yourself. You were energetic, always needed to do something and you loved to go out. But strangely enough, it worked out. And it worked out very well. 

“- You’re going out tonight, Y/N ?”

You looked back at Mingyu, sprawled out on your couch beside your boyfriend, the both of them trying to win their Mario Kart race. 

“- Yeah, we’re celebrating Mina’s promotion.”

You didn’t think much of his commentary, just kissing your boyfriend, greeting his friend, grabbing your purse and heading out. But Han sol could sense that Mingyu had something to say. 

“- What is it ? 

- I… Don’t you want to go out with her ?

- No, I prefer to stay home. 

- But Y/N goes out a lot, right ? Isn’t it annoying ?”

Hansol didn’t even pause the game, still focused on the race, as he shrugged and easily won against a very unfocused Mingyu. 

“- No, it isn’t. I know she always comes back to me anyway. And I do go out with her sometimes, she makes it fun.”

It seemed strange to Mingyu, but to Hansol, it was the perfect way to live, especially when he woke up in the middle of the night to you, still dressed and with your makeup on, cuddled up to him and softly snoring. 

"so move me baby, like you’ve nothing left to lose and nothing to prove."

→ You had never been one to want the spotlight all the time or to love to brag about your achievements. But you were proud of yourself for what you had done and how hard you worked for it, and you were happy with where you were right now. 

“- And so Y/N, what do you do ?”

The question came with some kind of judgement in the eyes of the woman in front of you. Even if you loved going out, you were not too fond of these company events. But Hansol wanted you to tag along, wanted to show you off, and seeing his smile when you got dressed all classy was definitely all worth it. Though, you would have preferred to skip this part.

“- I’m a biologist actually, I’m working on some research on auto-immune diseases.

- That’s impressive. You’re not at all in the industry, thus ?

- No ! Me and Hansol met in quite a strange way actually.”

You were about to reckon to her how you and your boyfriend met despite her evident distaste for you when you felt the arm of the said boyfriend wrap around your waist and a kiss being placed against your temple. 

“- Hello Hina, I see you’ve met my girlfriend.”

The way he insisted on the last word almost made you laugh, but mostly, you let yourself melt in his hold because you knew you could always count on him to have your back. Always. 

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A word with friends

Thank you to @hedwigoprah for creating this game and to @jenn2d2 for assisting in her stead and coming up with this wonderful prompt this week! Love you both ❤️

This week's word is Perspicacious:

Definition:

Quick in noticing, understanding, or judging things accurately or of acute mental vision or discernment.

Also Perspicaciously, Perspicaciousness , or Perspicacity.

This week’s is longer because I missed last week’s redolent which I also slipped in :D

How long will I be able to keep up this prompt driven fic? We shall see! (The ongoing fic/document will be updated in my masterlist in case anyone wants to read the whole thing hehe) ^_^

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Lilya hated when he did this. Acted like he was a hurt or offended older brother after he ascended to Fifth Talon. She was no longer a fledgling under his wing but someone he had trusted to shield him, to be his blade and confidante. But no, in one fell swoop she felt like their history had been wiped clean and he was just that Crow who checked in on her from time to time to see if she’d been killed yet.

The man hissed as he sat down, rubbing his leg under the table - something he only ever did in her or Teia’s presence- taking his time to collect his thoughts. She did not dare to move or breathe too heavily in case it seemed like she was too affected by his reaction to Illario, lest he find reason to go back out and strike his cane upon him again like he was her whipping boy. Not that she was worried about him. Viago wouldn’t seriously hurt him, he respected Caterina too much, and as much of an idiot as Illario was, he was still a well trained Crow. It would take more than a few hits with a stick to break him.

Knowing Illario he was probably already at the Diamond, charming some pretty noble with stories about his injuries, that they were from rescuing a child from a runaway horse, or perhaps from fulfilling a contract killing a rival assassin to save the King of Antiva. Some bullshit. Illario was always good at spinning fanciful tales that for some reason only she could see through. How that was possible was a mystery to her, for he was such a terrible liar.

The silence stretched on between them, Viago drumming his fingers against the polished blackwood of his desk, absentmindedly pushing his writing pad to the correct angle, fixing his slightly askew quill in its holder. Oh, was he waiting for her to say something first? Not bloody likely.

The last time that happened the two of them got into such a heated argument, she hastily accepted a contract that was too dangerous for her to do alone, but she was so stubborn and angry that she went off and did it anyway.

When she came back home, no worse for wear, in less time than the mission had allotted for- Viago didn’t talk to her for a week. He looked so furious at her she truly did think he was going to poison her.

Lilya had gone to Teia at a loss at what to do, the Seventh Talon only laughed and told her to allow the man to stew and he’d get over it in time. The older woman then drew her into a hug and whispered that he hadn’t slept well for days after her departure, for fear a messenger would come with news of her death. She had to resort to drugging him- which he was furious about and ended things with her for betraying his trust, which lasted a total of four days before she found him slipping between her sheets once again. Give him time, she soothed, he was scared. The idiot’s never been that scared before.

Viago glared up at her and still said nothing, only throwing something at her. Lilya quietly swore as she tried to catch it, fumbling a couple of times before it settled in her grip. The Crow flashed him a flat stare, not willing to add any heat in her gaze in case he decided to piff something else at her head when she wasn’t paying attention.

“Tell me what you see,” he instructed plainly, leaning further into his seat, the air still thick with tension as he waited for her response.

Lilya turned the bottle in her hands a couple of times and inspected the ornate crystal atomiser in her hand, the dark indigo of the bottle reflecting beautifully in the light.

“It is a bottle of perfume”, she replied, unsure of what he was expecting from her. She could already hear Viago in her head, the man never missed an opportunity to lecture her over doing anything he deemed stupid. ‘You’re too smart to be this dumb, Lilya!’ was by far her favourite backhanded compliment he gave her.

Viago waited for her to elaborate, only to be met with more dumbfounded silence. He groaned and shook his head in dismay, his eyes piercing her with such an intense stare she almost wanted to call down a fiery meteor to squash and cremate her just to escape his ire.

“Really? Is that it? Is that damned boy that good in bed for my Little Bird to completely lose her perspicacious nature?” he challenged, “Is a fuck all it takes for you to lose your head these days?”

He knew how much his needling affected her. Even before he rose to Talon, his remarks always cut the deepest and she would do whatever she could to earn back his favour. She didn’t know how he held this power over her or when it came about, but in truth she wasn’t even upset about it, because she knew that even if they argued constantly, even with their confusing, tangled mess of a relationship- Viago always had her back. Just like she had his. That level of trust was impossible to find in life, let alone within the Crows.

Lilya huffed and went back to re-examining the beautiful bottle in her hand. Taking a step closer to the nearest candle, she rotated it and found an etching in a fancy flowing script on the metal rim of the pump her eyes hadn’t picked up earlier, D A. She recognised it, embarrassment quickly colouring her cheeks from her initial oversight.

“It’s a perfume by Doña Abella.”

“And?”

“It is in her crystal atomiser, meaning whoever purchased it was someone with a lot of money.”

“Anything else?”

“It is in her signature bottle, meaning it is a personalised scent she crafted and not made by one of her master perfumers. Whoever commissioned this spent a lot of time and a lot more coin on this, whoever they were. Doña Abella rarely makes new perfumes and if she does, that particular scent only belongs to that customer alone- it is what makes her work so exclusive. Whoever this person is must be important or has very close ties to someone very important.”

Viago let his hand fall onto the desk, his annoyed expression fading into a proud smirk at her assessment. He knew that she’d know that much just by seeing it, and at the very least, the knowledge he imparted about art and beauty had not fallen on deaf ears- even if his other more pertinent teachings remained unheeded.

“Correct. It is a bespoke scent crafted by Doña Abella herself. Reportedly it took months to create, the client was very particular, never happy until they captured the scent perfectly for their intended recipient.” He watched as Lilya’s brows rose just a little, clearly impressed by the dedication of the customer.

“Is it safe to smell, to spray?” she asked, a part of her practically preening at how the Talon's gaze softened with approval at her question, waiting until he silently permitted her to do so with a simple wave of his hand. With a measured squeeze of the pump, she was greeted with a light but moreish fragrance. She knew instantly why the perfumes were in such high demand, barely half a pump of it and the entire room was redolent with the aroma of iris, pink pepper and a warm salty musk she couldn’t quite place but she knew she wanted to bathe in the scent if she could. “That is… wow. That’s amazing. Whoever this was for sure is loved for someone to go through all this trouble.”

“…Quite. And yes, a remarkable scent to be sure.”

“So, what’s the deal with it? Are you sending me to handle the customer or the person they were hoping to give it to? Oh, please don’t tell me we have to kill Doña Abella… She's a national treasure. So many dream of purchasing a bottle if they ever have enough money. One fledging I trained with in the capital said she was going to buy a bottle when she became a Crow… pity she didn’t make it out of training.”

The Fifth Talon’s smirk faded.

“No, your contract has nothing to do with this. A full dossier will be sent to your room, you’ll be expected to leave by tomorrow morning at the latest.”

“Then why did you ask me about the perfume?” Lilya frowned, questioning the obscure impromptu lesson in observation from her Talon… unless… oh Maker. Did he create that for… her?! Was that what his rage was about? His disappointment? Was he really trying to get back together with her? Hadn’t they gone over this? Wasn’t he madly in love with Teia anyway?

Viago’s stare hardened again like he could read her mind, his disapproval bubbling over once more.

“Because Illario gave me that. Instructed me to give it to you. Tell me, Lilya, why is the man that you previously claimed was just a dalliance to pass time, giving you such a gift if all you are is a mere tumble in the sack?”

Lilya paled.

Okay. At least he didn’t want to get back together.

“You said it yourself. The recipient of such a gift is surely loved. If it were only a matter of coin, it wouldn't cause me any concern. But the Dellamorte spent time. Effort. No man does that for someone he does not intend for more.”

She didn’t know. Couldn’t know. She had to speak to Illario. To clear the whole mess up before it got too out of hand and-

“The harmless sex in the alleyways, hotel getaways and missions you took together I could have forgiven. All Crows indulge in that. But the moment you took him here, into our - my! - House? You both crossed a line that people in our positions cannot do. Not without blood spilling for you both. What have you gotten us into, Little Bird? How am I supposed to save you from this?”

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Softly tagging: @rookamell @hightowerqueen @himluv @thedissonantverses @gingervitus @introvertedfangrl @trash-nerd @davrinsleftpectoral @eiluned @kabsey @serstolas @cocoboots in case you wanted to play ^_^

[sokkastyles]

Hi! I just had a funny interaction and it kinda reminded me of the stuff I see sometimes on your blog.

So I posted something that was certainly Azula critical (and definitely anti-Azula stan, I'm pretty sure I tagged both) and I had three or four people start discourse with me over it, which is fine and all. But the funny part is one of those people was a grown person with a JOB that decided that they were not going to conduct any analysis but instead just make personal attacks at me the whole time, which they freely admitted. Once they started, another joined in and kept going until I stopped contact with both of them.

Now for context, I'm a high school senior in six different APs, captaining a girl's lacrosse team and my Taekwondo demo team, and I'm fairly active in four or five other minor extracurriculars. The point is, I'm a busy person. Tumblr is a simply creative outlet for me to connect with people who share my interests. And yeah, as an 18 year old who just started making analysis posts on a website where I'm surrounded by many more older individuals, I know my posts aren't all that refined. But I still feel like I was able to articulate my thoughts in a decent enough way. However, not only was I not able to convince others of my viewpoints (which I'm ok with tbh), I also received some hurtful comments that's definitely turned me away from having any discourse in this fandom at all.

So this is all basically lead-up to two questions:

Since you have a lot of experience in this sort of writing, do you have any advice for making an argumentative essay/meta on fandom related content (characterization, relationships, etc)?

Are you supposed to respond to or ignore unproductive comments/personal attacks? Am I letting them win if they have the last word?

To be completely honest, even if it's not my number 1 choice, I think Zutara is a fascinating ship that makes a lot of sense (more than Kataang for SURE smh). Reading your posts on them have been incredibly insightful and it's given me a lot of respect for the ship. I just wish I could write something like that, mainly for my own satisfaction. It's frustrating seeing characters like Azula being obliterated in fandom and being put into a little box of either girlboss or victim when she's so much more nuanced than that. That's what I was trying to communicate, and I did say multiple times that I saw her as more than just one or the other, but it definitely came across wrong. This was my first experience writing any sort of meta and it's definitely been a failure.

Hello! As a grown person with a job, let me first say this:

You do not owe anyone a reply, argument, or justification, ever.

Understanding this will help you with avoiding a lot of pointless discourse. And I'm not saying I'm always the best at avoiding it, but I did witness what happened with you and the Azula stans, and you did nothing wrong. Your original post was very well reasoned and fair. The people who were attacking you over it were being overly defensive and are well known for their ridiculous takes and toxic behavior, and twisting the narrative to make Azula seem like she's been unfairly villainized by the narrative, other characters, and fandom.

If anything, you were being nice by apologizing for being "antagonistic," even though you were being no such thing and they attacked you, and that's why they took the opportunity to attack you more. The thing is, though, that they were being manipulative. Which is unsurprising, since all of their arguments defending Azula follow the same rhetorical patterns.

I'm not saying don't be nice and don't apologize, but you don't have to apologize for people taking your arguments in complete bad faith and using that to try and hurt you. They are the ones in the wrong, and they're the ones perpetuating harm. And if they can convince you that it's actually you doing harm, that's one way they can try and harm you. That's why they kept responding to you, because you were nice and they saw an opportunity to harm you. Not because there was anything wrong with your arguments, which were very eloquently put and well-reasoned.

It actually really worries me when I see these kinds of interactions. I joke about Azula stans acting this way because I'm an adult and I know how not to take their bullshit seriously, but what they are doing can perpetuate real harm if they can convince enough people that they need to apologize for imagined harm. I've seen it happen many times in fandom spaces that became abusive because a loud minority is able to convince enough young, impressionable people of the threat of harm. On a meta level, it's just like what Ozai and Azula do to Zuko by convincing him he is to blame and using that as a justification to hurt him.

Anyway, it's perfectly acceptable to block and ignore people who act this way, and probably preferable for your own mental health. Again, I'm not always the best at taking this advice, and I know what it feels like to get sucked into an argument about stupid fandom stuff, but it is always okay to just walk away. Letting someone have the last word doesn't mean you've lost. It means you're not letting yourself be dragged down to their level, which is often what these people are seeking to begin with. There's an African proverb that goes "if a madman steals your clothes and you run after him, you're still the one running naked in the streets."

If somebody wants to run naked in the streets, just let them do it. You don't have to run after them.

(Ironically, I said this to a coworker the other day, too. Being an adult with a job doesn't guarantee you never have to interact with shitty people, unfortunately.)

On that same note, I appreciate the compliment about my zutara posts, but it's okay if you don't like the ship. Shipping is a personal choice and you don't have to have reasons for why you do or don't ship something. If my posts resonate with you, great! But I'm not here to convince anyone of anything.

Anyway, have a nice day and take care of yourself! You seem like you have a solid head on your shoulders, so don't let fandom stuff get you down.