#but shhh ignore that for comedy

[adamshallperish]

one thing about bruce springsteen is his adamant refusal to put his lyrics on spotify. he really said you better either listen to my songs enough to know them all by heart or you guess. godspeed.

[xxxbloodskiesdarkwaterxxx]

LOOK. Abe is not a douchebag. He's nice, he cares about people, he's generally not an asshole. The depiction of Abe in S2 of CH is WRONG. He would, in fact, not want to hurt people's feelings and if you told him saying something was 'gay' when he meant 'bad/shitty/weird' and using the r-slur was offensive - he would stop!!! He would be really upset if he hurt someone!!! It could honestly be used to the advantage they were going for in terms of tone and comedy: Abe gets lectured about it, and feels SO GUILTY he literally causes MORE GRIEF by apologizing and trying to punish himself. That could've happened but nooo. Instead we get a shit message about cancel culture because the writers are jack-offs that don't understand what it actually means.

Like Abe genuinely is a kind and naive person. My other issue is that this naivete is completely ignored. He's not purposely missing Joan's passes; he is a giant idiot baby that is like "awww, friendship (:" even if she's throwing herself at him because he's too innocent and self-defeatist to take it as a move to date. The whole attitude of 'Abe gets what's coming to him for ignoring our queen ):<' (which. Joan's treatment during S2 is. not great, it made her very directly unlikeable in a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT WAY than she in S1 but I'll get to that) misses the Entire Point.

Joan is unlikeable in S1 because she's kind of a self-centered jerk, but in the same way a teenager would be expected to be. I was waiting for her character to evolve and to see how her relationship with Abe would change but. nope! she's rendered very... bland in S2. A lot of our supporting cast is - it's as if the writers are afraid to give them more personality. We see them really hammer in ONE (1) character as 'unlikeable'... except he's not.

Topher's a little shit but he's SIXTEEN. All of these characters are. It feels like we're supposed to find him getting the short end of the stick funny purely because he's a clone of Columbus, which. DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON HOW ***BOTH*** S1 AND S2 FAIL TO UTILIZE THE FACT THAT THESE ARE -CLONES- TO THEIR FULL POTENTIAL AUUUUUUUUIUGGHHGGGHHHHHHH. Like. WHERE are my philosophical debates about personhood??? Souls??? Reincarnation? Who are they, really??? What does it mean to be a clone of someone - give me SOMETHING about this!!!

I fully understand this is meant to be a trope-y highschool drama but like. you literally have the concept Right There, they Tread The Line of discussing it, but never do??? Can I just take this from the writers, let me fix it shhh.

Also every night I cry about Gandhi (GandAbe for the WIN).

[wellntruly]

M*A*S*H - Viewguide, Bonus Episodes

Listen, I missed some. There’s more.

Might be going back and adding these in to each of my season-by-season viewguides; still working that out. In the meantime, my caption for all of these is, “You fool!!!,” and also a bit more:

M*A*S*H - Seasons 1-11 More recommended episodes

1x17 ‘Sometimes You Hear the Bullet’ - Well your guide is me: finally including this one for reasons of maybe the only ever reference to the voice on the PA who doesn’t exist—Essential Moments. Would say your mileage may vary on the rest, but apparently everyone else loves this one, it’s just me being mixed over here! I don’t know! Love Henry in this. This is a Henry episode. To me.

2x06 ‘Kim’ - Trapper wants to adopt a 5-year-old Korean boy, if the rest of the camp doesn’t beat him to it. Margaret wears a red sweater. That’s not relevant to the plot, but she looks pretty.

2x08 ‘The Trial of Henry Blake’ - I had chosen ‘Divided We Stand’ out of the two of these in Season 2 (people from outside the 4077th looking at them and going, wait…), but in doing so deprived you of a veritable cavalcade of iconic bits, including the series’ only “fuck,” though you have to squint through the cursive.

2x14 ‘Hot Lips and Empty Arms’ - Margaret breaks up with Frank and tries to break up with the entire 4077, but they just can’t quit each other. The debut of Loretta Swit’s fucking unparalleled drunk acting. You Will Laugh.

2x19 ’The Chosen People’ - Let’s get into some pointed inter-cultural comedy! When this one started I thought, oh, this might be promising, then soon after I thought, oh no, then after that I thought, actually this is pretty interesting, the 1970s. And rollicking. I MISS SAM PAK.

3x14 ‘Private Charles Lamb’ - I inadvertently made a very interestingly haunted little pairing by having this and the next be my Season 3 bonuses.

3x24 ‘Abyssinia, Henry’ - It's historic TV. Perhaps not "good" TV, but so history.

4x07 ‘The Bus’ - Experimental episode where they strand Potter, Radar, Hawkeye, BJ, and Frank on a broken-down bus in the woods. A real oddity at this stage of the show, at times almost genuinely eerie. Only missed my original list due to Frank's whole vibe just being so shrill. Frank, huushhh hush hush, shhh.

5x01-02 ‘Bug Out, Parts 1 and 2’ - They bug out. Unusual! Hawkeye & Margaret side of affairs a bit of an ‘Aid Station’ retread, but a) you can do far worse than a Hawkeye & Margaret ‘Aid Station’ retread, and b) Potter, BJ, and Klinger are real great on the away-team.

5x14 ‘Hawk’s Nightmare’ - I mentioned this one in my S5 lede; its moment is finally here.

6x07 ‘The Light That Failed’ - They Were All So Cold, and reading a mystery novel together.

6x13 ‘Comrades In Arms, Part 1’ - Yes just Part 1. I love Part 1, and doing things like saying: just Part 1. Imagine the rest. It's what we're doing. :)

7x01 ‘Commander Pierce’ - Chain of command drama comma emotional drama comma helloooo! This is a ~Tarra Select~

7x02 ‘Peace On Us’ - What comes before Part B? Part-Ayyy! This is also somehow a joke about how this was supposed to be the first episode of Season 7 but aired second. Not sure how, but it is.

8x14 ‘Stars and Stripes’ - You haven’t met Scully yet, but no matter, this is where Scully decides to suck. The reason to watch this one is for Margaret, and Margaret & Hawkeye drinking in the O Club to their parallel unluck in love. Mr. and Mrs. 4077, Henry called them once when he had the flu. I think about that. [strangled with emotion] They’re a pair!

9x02 ‘Letters’ - They Were All So Damp

10x20 ‘Sons and Bowlers’ - You are just gonna have to IGNORE that the Margaret plot is flown straight in from Season 1, just hang on and know it has a good ending. Meanwhile: Charles & Hawkeye & Dads. I think this is one of the loveliest things this show does in its later seasons.

11x04 ‘The Joker Is Wild’ - This meanwhile is the most insane thing this show ever, ever did. By the same man who wrote 'Preventative Medicine', and the subject of my armchair psychology dissertation I swear to god, John.

11x06 ‘Bombshells’ - Actually probably the “best” episode of Season 11 I think. There's a sort of pervasive sense of loss to all of it, even the bits, that leads well to the finale.

#M*A*S*H hours

[moonpriincess]

...evil, most definitely | opening scene

⇢ pairing: ateez x fem!poc!reader

⇢ rating: 18+ (mdni)

⇢ genre: coming of age (kind of…) psychological thriller, murder mystery (i guesss?), dark comedy, loosely based off and inspired by: If We Were Villains by M. L. Rio and Better Luck Tomorrow dir. by Justin Lin…+

⇢ summary: A lot could happen when someone was filled with both love and rage. He’d convinced himself a long time ago that what he was doing wasn’t as wrong as people thought. There were more people in the world who would do more for the things they wanted. Yet his love was keeping you safe and protected. Even if you didn’t know, even if you never knew, he’d continue to love you more than anything or anyone.

⇢ story content/trigger warnings (please note content and trigger warnings and read with discretion moving forward): violence, mentions and depictions of death, gore, yandere themes (?), stalking, explicit sexual content, depictions of unhealthy relationships, gaslighting, manipulation, im hilarious but i make jokes at the worst times…(specific warnings given with each chapter)

⇢ disclaimer/authors note: i do not condone any actions depicted or displayed within this story. this is entirely for fictional purposes only and do not reflect my or any artist featured’s ideals and beliefs.

⇢ Prologue trigger/content warnings: cursing, mentions of a blood, mentions of a body/death, someone throws up.

⇢ ♪ dahlia by g-idle ♪

January 15, 20XX - Somewhere In the Forest

“What the fuck are we supposed to do-!?”

“Maybe stop talking so fucking loud…” Hongjoong hissed but Mingi couldn’t help the whimper that fought to escape his lips.

“Well what do we do…? We can’t just-just…leave her here.”

The boys turned back to their so-called leader; the so-called brains of the whole operation. Even Seonghwa, despite being the eldest, stayed quiet, waiting for the instructions he was hoping would come and clean this mess up.

Instead of an answer, the young woman before them jerked with a start, coughing and spitting out the blood that must’ve been pooling in her lungs.

“Jesus fuck!”

“Shhh!”

“Holy shit…”

“Eugh…uh.”

San turned toward the trees, heaving heavily as he tried not to throw up.

She was still alive.

Groaning and squirming in pain, the woman before them was still alive.

“Shit! Wh-what do we do? What do we do?!” Mingi let out panicked breaths as he backed away from the body, trying to keep his blood crusted hands away from his face. Yunho was quick to try and calm his friend down as Wooyoung and Yeosang moved to aid San, who at this point was puking up everything he’d eaten that day.

Jongho stood off to the side, ignoring his friends as they panicked, ignoring the sound of San’s breakfast and lunch splattering across the ground, ignoring how they were making more noise than they truly wanted to despite being so deep within the forest, where surely no one could hear them. He stared, blank faced as the woman before him turned her bloodied gaze to the side. Their eyes locked and Jongho couldn’t feel the emotions he knew he should’ve been feeling. No guilt, no pity, no sadness, no fear. Nothing.

Oh well. Not that any of this was his fault anyways.

CH.1 RELEASE DATE : OCT 16, 2022.

[najatheangel]

𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬

pairing: liu yangyang x reader

now playing: foreign by trey songz

genre: very spicy and comedy.

requested by: @bigbrainenergytingz ❤️ (sorry boo this one is a little longer than I imagined, but I hope you enjoyed! )

summary: badboy!yangyang crushing on the new female foreign exchange student!reader. Slowly she starts to turn him on and he demands to see her in the library to give her a piece of his mind and body.

“Class here’s our new exchange student from the Dominican Republic! She’s staying here for the 6-month program and she’s a junior. Everyone please be nice and give a big welcome to y/fn. y/ln”

You slowly walk in adjusting your boarding school uniform you received in the dorm today. The skirt was uncomfortably tight and it revealed your legs so it made your walk slightly awkward, but the class didn’t seem to care since they were already staring at you admiring how lovely you looked especially the guy in the leather jacket sitting in the very back, yangyang.

“A pleasure to meet your class, I’ll promise to work hard and do my best.” Your English accent shocked everyone and made all the girls hype you up. All the guys fell in love with you even more, but of course, you had your eye on one man only the rebel, playboy, mastermind, and leader of the Wayv Biker Club Liu Yangyang.

“Bro she’s looking dead at you. I think she wants you, man.” Lucas nudges and ruffles yanyang’s hair as you walk right in front of him and sit at the desk right in front of him. Yangyang leans back and whispers back at Lucas saying “You think so huh? I’ve never done it with a foreign exchange student before. Let’s see what she’s all about.” He gives Lucas a quick fist bump and proceeds to give his attention back to you.

The whole class time, he kept his eyes on you, biting his lip thinking how he’s going to make his first move. As his fellow friend, Mark would always say “You got to seize the opportunity.” And just that he was fired up waiting for the perfect opportunity.

As soon as the bell rang, he ran up to principal Tate begging if he could shadow you around the school just so he could find a way to get closer to you.

Principal Tate rolled her eyes as she ignored to young man pouting at his suggestion. “Listen Yangyang, the last few times I let you shadow a new female student it becomes the talk of the town that you bang them, and then I have to talk to their parents about it over and over again.”

He blocks the door preventing her from getting inside the office. He whines again “Please, she’s different! I will seriously not get her in trouble this time. Can I at least show her the bottom floor of the school and I’ll let you live?”

The principal rolls her eyes one last time and writes a demerit slip as a warning in case yangyang doesn’t follow through with his task. “Fine, only show her the cafeteria, gym, and library, but that’s it. If you take any longer than an hour, then you are in big trouble. Got it?” Yangyang gives her a soft grin thanking her. “No need to worry principal Tate you have my word, see you tomorrow for my after-school detention.”

She shakes her head as he runs after you to your locker screaming your name like an excited school girl. “Ugh, how does his mother deal with him all day every day.”

…

He leans against your locker as he notices you grabbing your packed homemade lunch. “Hey I don't know if you forgot about me, but let me introduce myself. My name is Yangyang and I’m your shadow for the 2nd half of the day.”

You looked at him clutching your lunch box nervously, but at the same time smiling interested in spending your time with him. "Well might as well, you've been staring at me all day in class. Show me around."

Yangyang clears his throat responding back by saying "Uh, was I? My bad love, it's a bad habit. You can follow me Miss Y/Ln. Yangyang walks downstairs with you offering to hold your backpack showing you the cafeteria. The cafeteria of course had served the best expensive meals for students that prefer not to cook in their dorms and also have their tables separated by cliques. Yangyang just so happened to sit in the school rebels aka trouble makers section.

His friends Lucas, CJ, Samuel, and Hendery were smacking their lips eating their pork rice bowl as they see you walking across the cafeteria together with his arm wrapped around his shoulder looking lovey-dovey.

Hendery winked at yangyang and the rest of the boys cheered the two of you on loving how the two of you walk what seems like in slow motion in front of everyone. "Okay, then my boy getting him some. Make sure you meet tonight at the garage to fix our motorcycle like you promised."

Yangyang looks to the side slightly blushing at the boy's comments but gives them a nod before sitting right next to you.

"Sorry, sometimes my friends can be such idiots. Let's eat shall we." The boys moan and make sexual jokes in the background making fun of yangyang even more until he throws an onigiri at them leaving you laughing.

"No it's alright, I never laughed this much in a long time. You guys make the perfect group." Your laugh makes him melt into a bigger puddle making him spill his miso soup all over his pants.

"Oh no! I'm very sorry. Let me clean that off for you" You panic grabbing napkins out of the napkin holder and run to sit very close to yangyang wiping his pants aggressively.

He gulps looking very close to your eyes all the way down to your lap but instantly snaps out of it trying to keep his cool. "Oh no it's getting worst, what should I do?"

The more you wipe the harder time he is having controlling his urges. What made him snap was when you slide his leather jacket off to wipe the stain off his thin white dress shirt. "Okay, that's enough. I can't do this, you're coming with me."

He gets up quickly grabbing you with him speeding towards the library.

...

Yangyang closes the door behind him before checking if anyone dares to come inside. He takes you all the way back to the library back to the romance book section where all the so-called "hook-ups" usually happen and push you against the bookshelf.

He takes a deep breath and looks at you intensely saying "Now I got you where I want you. Why do you keep teasing me? I see right through you."

You finally sigh giving up the innocent act and unleash your true flirty, freaky and confident side. "So you've finally caught me huh. Well, it's not a secret all the girls want you here. So I figured I'd give it try besides your not the innocent one either."

You play with the buttons on his shirt making it harder for him to focus. "Your gonna get me in trouble again if you keep it up, missy."

You giggle and proceed by whispering in his ear in your accent that he loved hearing since you came to the school. "Well, you're the trouble maker for a reason. It won't be bad for one more day."

"I swear to" You cut him off by pulling his shirt down and kissing him softly. "Are you sure you don't want me? I can see it all over your face. Don't deny it just give in already."

Yangyang groans and lifts you up kissing you back against the bookshelf. His kisses become more wet leaving you out of breath and begging for more. He unbuttons your shirt leaving more wet kisses down your neck making you squeal.

"Shhh quiet down. People are trying to study." He teases when clearly no one is here. You slap him lightly and bring his face against your chest letting him play with your boobs.

To make the atmosphere hotter, he starts moving closer to you, lifts your skirt up, and starts grinding against you. "Mmmph, try to keep quiet now. I'll open the door back up and let the whole school hear you scream my name." He chuckles as his movements go slightly faster.

You wrap your arms around him tighter to keep his body as close to you as possible, but that ends quickly when the lunch bell rings.

"Shit- I forgot about Trigonometry!" You panic again as you adjust your skirt and button your shirt back up. You run to grab your backpack and give him one last kiss before running out of the library.

"I'm sorry babe, but can't slip up on my first day. We can continue this later. See ya." You wave skipping out of the library.

Yangyang pouts yelling "Wait, but I didn't get to cum yet. Ugh, man I can't wait to see her again." He smirks adjusting his leather jacket but realizes he smells the leftover soup all over his uniform.

"Crap, I still gotta clean this up."

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[nikrangdan]

classmate!sunghoon

pairing: classmate!sunghoon x female reader

genre: fluff, comedy

description: you felt like park sunghoon was way, WAY out of your league... what happens when the teacher tells him to move seats and sit next to you?

*didnt proofread

————

becoming friends with park sunghoon was not something you expected to happen this year

throughout high school you had a small group of friends and never really stuck out

so when your teacher told sunghoon to move seats..

the seat happened to be the empty one next to..

guess who *cue the evil laugh*

YOU!!!!

your first thought was

‘this entire year is just gonna be him completely ignoring my existence or awkward interactions’

now you’ve heard of park sunghoon.... its basically a guarantee at your high school

he has this group of friends and theyre labelled as the popular kids i guess you could say

and the only reason he had to move seats in your two hour long class was because he and his friend jake goof off in class too often and your teacher deemed them “too distracting”

so eventually sunghoon was forced to move all the way across the classroom

right next to you

you were shocked to say the least

obviously he was handsome

too handsome to the point where you questioned how someone as good looking as him went to your school

he sighed and got up from his chair next to jake

but he still had a small smile remaining on his face indicating he wasnt that upset about him having to leave his friend

your heart began to beat quicker automatically as he walked towards your desk

even if you didnt have a crush on him like alot of people did, you still felt nervous around popular students like him for some reason

he ran his hand through his hair and sat down next to you, setting his bookbag on the floor next to him

he didnt look at you, nor acknowledge you

Awkward....

but nonetheless the lecture began again and the class sat in silence

taking notes on their laptops or sleeping

there were around 30 people in your class and your seat was in the middle row next to the window so you often gazed outside from the 2nd floor during class

you glanced to your right and noticed sunghoon slouched back in his seat, twirling around a pencil in his hand while his laptop remained open on his desk

it was just a white screen so he didnt take any notes

you were surpised because you knew he had fairly decent grades

you ignored your thoughts and continued taking your own notes

soon enough the bell rang and sunghoon stood up immediately and walked over to jake

‘yup’ you thought. ‘we are definitely not going to be having a single conversation this year.’

fast forward a couple days!!!!

you were sitting in class next to the boy

as normal

and you still have yet to talk to him.. mainly because you never initiated conversations ESPECIALLY when its a really really cute boy

anyways

ur teacher is like

Ok class im assigning a project and ur partner is the person sitting next to u

yay!!!!!! (can u sense the sarcasm)

welp

you sit in silence while everyone in the class starts discussing with their partners

the project is you have to make a presentation on a world issue of your choice

“um...” u start

sunghoon starts pulling out his laptop and binder

“what do you wanna do?”

he doesnt even look you

well!!!!!!

u didnt know sunghoon and his group of friends very well but u definitely thought they were more... friendly than this

its silent for like 5 seconds

“huh? oh sorry did you say something?”

“uh yeah.. i asked what you wanted to do for the project.”

“project?”

God u tried so hard not to laugh

you think he noticed because his cheeks turned a really light shade of pink

he looked so innocent

“yeah we have to make a presentation” you lightly chuckled

he was very amusing without even trying

“oh sorry haha.. i zone out easily”

“its okay.. but its due in less than 2 weeks so”

so you two spent the next hour choosing a topic and working on the project

it was kind of awkward for the first 10 minutes but then you warmed up to eachother

u were lucky that he was an extrovert too

(sunghoon is an extrovert for the sake of this story OK)

u were also lucky that he was smart

it was easy for you to talk to him.. he just felt comfortable

contrary to ur prior belief.. sunghoon was actually a really really cool guy

u used to think he was just a guy

now u think hes a really really cool guy

“can you please stop putting penguin clip art on the slides” you giggle

then he puts parrot clip art instead

“do your work!!!!” he was supposed to keep researching but he was trying to balance his pen on his nose

“shhh y/n... im doing something important.”

you roll your eyes

he was always doing something that was Not work

but you found it entertaining

and he’d make dumb little jokes that made you both hide your faces in your arms on top of the desk to hide your laughter

“hey y/n”

“what”

“what do you call an old snowman”

“i dunno.. snowgramps”

“no.. water”

you both made eye contact before bursting into laughter and then forcing yourselves to be quiet before u got in trouble

but that made everything funnier so you both were just covering your faces while trying so hard not to make a sound

this was so weird

u have never clicked with someone so fast before it honestly felt exciting

you were talking to sunghoon as if you’d been friends with him since birth

Very Very weird because you had only talked to him an hour ago and now u two are acting like besties ?!?!

jake noticed from across the room too

hes like ‘Why is sunghoon having fun without me🙄🙄’

the bell rings and so far you only have 2 slides

“we didnt get anything done” you note as you pack your bag

“yeah yeah i know. we can work on it more tomorrow”

“right.. see you tomorrow” you’re about to head out until jake walks up

“hey bro” he and sunghoon do some kind of made up handshake before he turns to look at you

now you know jake

everyone knows jake

you used to think he was the sweetest out of all their friend group

and he definitely lives up to that!!!

“hey y/n!” he gives u a smile

AWE hes so adorable

“hi” u reply

you were trying to speed up this conversation though so you could go eat lunch with your friend

“hows the project going?” he asks

“bad. sunghoon doesnt know how to do anything.” you deadpanned jokingly

sunghoon looks at you with an offended look that makes you wanna snort

“hey! you’re the one who doesn’t know how to add text to the slide!”

“what the hell sunghoon?! don’t tell him that, it’s embarrassing!” you give him a dirty look before walking out the classroom door with a smile on your face

days passed and you and sunghoon would only speak during that class but whenever you did it would be a mess

“sunghoon, y/n, quiet down! there is no reason for my classroom to be this loud!” your teacher scolds you two after sunghoon slapped his desk after you accidentally snorted

u two had such a weird relationship

u were almost strangers outside this one class but besties when u were in it

jake noticed too

one time he asked sunghoon during lunch why ur relationship was what it was

“i dont know.. thats just how we are” he answered

but jake kind of suspected sunghoon had a crush on u

*wiggles eyebrows*

it had only been a week but jake was determined to set u up together

“y/n you look cold, heres sunghoons jacket!”

“y/n sunghoon needs help with his homework, can you maybe do something about that..”

“sunghoon, y/n looks sad go give her a hug”

needless to say it worked!!!!

because a week after you presented your 2 weeks worth project

sunghoon asked u on a date

YUPPPPPP

let me recite how it went

u were walking out of class together because jake wasnt there that day

sunghoons bookbag was slung over one shoulder and u were stood next to him with both hands on ur straps

“hey.. do u wanna maybe go grab something to eat with me for dinner..? or something” he quickly asked

“what, like a date?” you joke

“uh.. yeah” he replied looking down at u

u stop in your tracks

WHA

No way

“wait what? seriously?” you look up at him with wide eyes

“yes u little munchkin” he pinches your cheeks exaggeratedly and pulls them to make your face sway everywhere

u swat them off so fast

“um.. okay” u answer and ur face heats up

you cant even look him in the eye

like u cant say u DIDNT see this coming but it was still a shock

“awe is y/n blushing” he teases

“go away stupid”

yeah he doesnt go away

ANYWAYS u are the cutest couple ever

everyone wants to be u two so bad!

couple goals literally

jake is so proud of himself honestly

whenever u get into a silly little argument his rebuttal is always

“remind me who got u the best boyfriend ever? thats right, me. dont try me y/n”

and ur like

“ooohhh jakey im so scareddd”

he cannot stand u

but Yeah sunghoon bestest bf ever

takes u on dates whenever u want to

makes u laugh very much

almost too much

and ur parents LOVE him

mhm sunghoon very awesome guy

[cloudyempress]

Storge || K. Muzan + Upper moons

✦ Fluff, comedy, manga spoilers, child!reader, reader is Muzan's daughter. 

- This was originally published in wattpad.

Storge (noun); familial love, the love of a parent towards offspring and vice versa.

                                   •❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

They called you Little Misfortune. Spending time with you was a nightmare worse than disagreeing with Muzan. Your seven year old self could only think of their faces as a canvas to use the paint your father regularly buys you. A few minutes babysitting you was the equivalent of being in rainbow land and hell at the same time. And if you had a single, microscopic scratch at the end of the day, they would suffer severe consequences.

Kokushibo hated how much you'd tug his hair and make fun of his eyes, along with your hideous loudness. Hantengu ran away from you when he realized how deadly adorable you could be, forcing him to become tiny so you could put him inside your dollhouse. Gyokko had to put up with you breaking his pots and making disgusting faces whenever you saw him, also having to praise your artwork even if he disliked it. Gyutaro found you incredibly annoying, but loves when you disagree with him being ugly and laughs when you prank Daki. Talking about her, she's the upper moon that hates you the most since you gained all the attention from Muzan and you generally bothered her. Akaza was the nicest out of them, so you'd crawl onto his arms whenever you were scared or feeling tired. Finally, Douma loved you, finding it funny when you blushed at how cute he was or how much you adored playing with him.

Being born a demon, which was a extremely rare case (specially being born from a human and having a lot of human features like aging), you had gained your demon blood art early. This meant more trouble for the Upper moons, you could make them lose control over their arts and breaths (in the case of Kokushibo and other demon slayers).

It was a chaos when you first used it. Hantengu's turn of babysitting you turned into you getting lost in the Dimensional Infinity Fortress, Nakime not being able to know where you were and the rooms moving and shifting randomly. Once Muzan found out, he rushed the other upper moons into an emergency meeting.

"Why are you so incompetent? First the lower moons, and now you as well? Can't you just guard a fucking child?"

Everyone was in complete silence. They knew better than to mess with Muzan when he got angry about something happening to his dear daughter.

"I'm going to say this once. Find (Name) before I disband you. Now."

Not wasting time in saying 'yes', they all left to find you. As the fort was chaos, most of them got smashed into a wall or pushed to the ground. Luckily, Kokushibo had enough instinct to avoid those, quickly finding you eating a giant jar of your favorite ice cream with lots of oreos and sprinkles. You were stuffing your face with it and humming songs, until you noticed that his towering figure was standing next to you, his accusatory six eyes piercing through your soul. You stopped everything you were doing, standing up and taking a defensive pose.

"Come, (Name). Muzan-sama is..."

Before he could continue, you took out pieces of a flute from your dress' pocket and waved them in the air high enough for him to see. Kokushibo frowned in anger and confusion, wondering how you got your hands on his brother's flute, which he usually keeps on him.

"No! I won't give in to a hairy spider like you! I used to have nightmares about you, but now I am not scared!"

"Spiders have eight eyes, (Name)."

But you didn't listen, sticking out your tongue and throwing the pieces in the air, running away the second he shifted his gaze to them instead of you.

The fort was filled with your giggles, sounding like a music only two people liked but the others had to endure it. They just didn't stop until you found Gyokko's freshly painted pots, his colors begging you to smash them into the ground. You climbed the table and shoved them to the edges, then began jumping to see if they would fall or resist the vibrations of your weight against the table. They didn't, falling into the floor and becoming tiny pieces of what they once were.

"DAMN CHILD! HOW DARE YOU DESTROY THE GREAT GYOKKO'S ART?"

"Oops!" you turned around with a cheeky grin adorning your face.

Gyokko launched at you, gritting his teeth.

"I did you a favor! Now you'll have to throw them out in the trash, were they belong"

Before his hands could reach you, a wall as fast as lightning hit him so hard he ended up in another room altogether. You shrugged and kept running around.

Meanwhile, Gyutaro and Daki walked together, both complaining about the situation. He mainly listened to her whine while she rambled on how pointless looking for you was.

"Can't somebody shut up that horrying child laughter?" she screamed at the ceiling.

Gyutaro crossed his arms, he lacked the energy to explain to her how an annoying child worked. He knew it too well from taking care of her.

"I don't get why Muzan-sama wants her when he has me." Daki spread her hand in front of her face and started counting with her fingers. "I'm gorgeous, strong, loyal... and I'm not an stupid, loud-as-fuck child!"

"Ume" Gyutaro called, as the both of them kept walking straight.

"She's a pain! She takes all of Muzan-sama's precious time away."

"Ume" he stopped walking, Daki kept her pace as she was fixated on finding things to hate you for.

"She couldn't even speak properly when we first met her. All she does is cause trouble for us, that's why nobody likes her!"

"Ume!"

She turned around to face him, a vein popping out of her forehead.

"What?!"

"At least I'm not as stupid as you, miss whore! Daddy told me you were annoying yesterday."

All her hairs perked up when she heard your voice. She turned around to find you a few meters away from her, a bit shocked from hearing you insult her that way.

"Who taught you that word?" she placed her hand above her chest, surprise evident in her expression.

"I did" Gyutaro said, a smirk appearing in his face. He waved at you ignoring his sister's terrifying anger. "Hi there, little misfortune. Everybody's looking for you"

"You're not going to stop me?"

He shrugged, going back to his usual annoyed expression.

"Not me, but my sister is"

Daki jumped at you, almost not giving you time to react properly. You spit the gum you were chewing to put it on her hair. Her eyes widened in horror as she tried to take it off, letting you off her hands.

"Fuck you, (Name)! Come back here you damn brat!"

Gyutaro helped Daki take off the gum, you running away from them. The last thing you heard as you escaped was Gyutaro offering to cut off the damaged part of her beautiful long hair.

Your legs were short and you got tired of running after a few minutes. You collapsed on the ground to take in some air.

"Oh~ Are you tired, (Name)-chan?" Douma's playful tone made your eyes shine at the realization that he was there.

You nodded, tears rolling down your cheeks. You were not only exhausted, but also feeling guilty of accidentally stepping on tiny Hantengu on your way there. It wasn't your fault he was terrified of your childishness and Muzan's rage, but you didn't notice he was in the way and stepped on him.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry for causing all of this! Is just that Hantengu didn't want to play with me and I felt lonely! I don't want to be alone! Now everyone hates me!"

"Shhh... It's ok. You're an adorable little princess, nobody hates you."

He ruffled your hair as your teary eyes stare at his rainbow colored ones. They were both beautiful and calming for you, those colors made you think pretty things when you were sad.

"You don't hate me?"

"Of course I don't!"

"Then, will you marry me when I grow up?"

He chuckled, ruffling your hair again. Your cheeks were burning from embarrassment.

"Yes, su—"

Half of his head was suddenly cut off by a hand. You frown at Akaza, who seemed very angry at seeing Douma that close to you. Douma's head regenerated fast, his charismatic smile never leaving his features.

"Why are you proposing her marriage?"

"I'm not—"

"Yes, you are. What the hell is your problem? I'm not going to let you put strange ideas into her innocent mind."

Akaza opened his arms at you so you could climb into him, letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

"Little misfortune was feeling lonely and hated, so I simply made her feel happier. Now let me hold her" Douma tried to take you to him, but Akaza's grip on you was stronger.

"You try to make her feel happier by proposing? Also, you only eat women, why would I let you near (Name)?"

"Well, she's not human!"

"Can I marry you too?" you ask above the discussion, your voice silencing the both of them. You pulled away a little bit from Akaza's hold to look at him in the eye. "When I grow up, can I marry you too?"

Akaza's concerned look grew bigger by the second. Douma had an amused expression, holding in laugher. Akaza's gaze shifted from Douma to you, not knowing what to say. His face told a different story than you had intended. You leaped away from them, tears floading down your face again.

"Then I'll be alone my entire life!"

You started escaping again, covering your face with your hands. The upper moons attempted to use their arts to get you back, but failed as yours contradicted their use.

Douma sighed, then turned towards Akaza with a smile from ear to ear.

"You're not a great liar, are you?"

After running around all day, your energy was so low that you could barely walk without dragging your feet. Loneliness was the strongest and most shocking feeling you'd gotten in the seven years you had been alive. No mother, no siblings, only a father who'd mostly be working and babysitters who hated your guts. Facing the ground, lips curved downwards, you clearly weren't expecting crashing with something. Or more accurately, someone's legs.

It was Muzan, his stern expression changing into a softer one when he saw your defeated state. He opened his arms to engulf you into a hug, so you jumped at him with the strength you had left.

"I'm sorry, I felt lonely!"

"Why is that? You always have an upper moon to take care of you" he walked towards your room as he caressed your hair.

"But they hate me!"

"They don't hate you. Kokushibo's always worried about your health and safety. Gyokko and Hantengu try to enhance your talents in art since they know how much you love it. Gyutaro likes to make you laugh, and while Daki acts as if she hates you, she sew you a stuffed animal for your birthday by herself knowing that other stores didn't buy the plush you wanted. Douma plays with you all the time, of course he loves you. And Akaza is always there to keep him from crossing the line. They don't hate you, they are your family." he tucked you in your bed, a smile reaching his lips before you closed your eyes in order to sleep.

He leaned in to place a soft kiss on your forehead.

"As I love you too."

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[honeypiehotchner]

Where do broken hearts go? -- Bucky Barnes x Reader one shot

But Kay. Don’t you have an essay due Wednesday that you haven’t started? Shhh. Enjoy this Bucky Barnes angst to fluff one shot. Based purely on this picture. You’re welcome.

Summary: You and Bucky used to date, but once the honeymoon phase died down, things took a turn for the worse. Now, months later, your roommate finally manages to get you out to a bar. Only for you to run into some dumbass wearing a tiara.

“This is exactly what you need, Y/N,” your best friend, Jada, tugs on your arm. She’s been trying to get you out of bed for the past hour and she has had no luck whatsoever.

“What I need is to finish this show.” You twist your arm out of her grip, shoveling another fistful of popcorn into your mouth. You’re finally at the good part in this episode, and you’ll be damned if you let Jada ruin it for you.

“Okay, I can’t watch you like this.” Jada grabs the remote and turns the TV off, which is then followed by loud protesting from you.

“What the fuck! I was watching that!”

“You can finish it later,” Jada mutters, tossing the remote to the side. “Listen, it’s been months. Literal months. Sooner or later, you’re going to have to get back out there.”

“Make it later,” you reply curtly. “Hand me the remote.”

“No.”

“Jada, I can’t. You know I can’t.”

“Every time you say you can’t, I just hear excuses,” your best friend raises an eyebrow at you. “I’m not asking you to go out and fall in love again. I’m just asking you, as your best friend and roommate of five years, to please come get drinks with me. I miss going out to the bars and pretending to be waiting for a date. And getting sympathy drinks when our nonexistent dates don’t show. Come on, please?”

You chew on your lower lip. You have to admit, you do miss doing that. It’s been longer than months since you and Jada have enacted that master plan. It was a normal thing before you had a boyfriend and after the two of you broke up, you haven’t been back to a bar to even try.

“Fine,” you mumble. “But only because you know I can’t turn down pity drinks.”

“Yes! Thank you! Okay, you have to wear this new outfit I got you--”

“Were you planning this?”

“...no.”

“Whatever,” you smile, missing this rush of adrenaline. “Let’s do this before I change my mind.”

+++

The bar is crowded. But what bar isn’t?

You can’t help but get the sense, though, that this is more crowded than the usual Saturday night. Or maybe it really has been a long time since you were out of the apartment.

When you and your boyfriend -- none other than Bucky Barnes, the famous Winter Soldier and best friend to Steve Rogers a.k.a. Captain America, both heartthrobs to the universe -- broke things off a few months ago, your desire to go anywhere that wasn’t work-related had left your body. And since work for you consists of sitting on the couch with your laptop, that meant your desire to leave the apartment was nowhere to be seen.

The only times -- and they were few and far between -- that Jada would manage to get you out would be for food. Groceries or dinner, but that was it. No bars. No “having fun” as Jada would put it, even though you have plenty of fun. Netflix is fun. Comedy specials are fun.

As you and Jada score the last two stools at the bar, you send her a wary glance. You definitely didn’t miss this atmosphere.

It was one thing to play the game to your advantage, but when you haven’t played in so long, it’s terrifying. You’re out of practice entirely.

And the crowd certainly isn’t helping. You don’t remember it ever being this packed. How is this not a violation of the fire code or something?

“Relax,” Jada yells over the commotion. “You look like you’re going to hurl.”

“I might,” you joke, but you’re not going to. You know when you’re about to throw up, and that’s not the feeling you have right now.

When you and Bucky ended, it wasn’t because he cheated. And it wasn’t because you cheated, either. Everything was smooth sailing. It was all so...easy with Bucky. Which doesn’t make sense, you know, because Bucky is a literal block of ice sometimes. Even more so than Steve at times.

But Bucky was tender with you. You had wormed your way right into his heart not knowing he was doing the exact same to you. It was effortless. No pushing, no pulling. Just smooth. Exactly how love should be.

Then, the honeymoon phase ended.

Bucky started going on missions again. You started spending more time back at the apartment because of this -- which Jada was at least thankful for; she missed having you around. But with you and Bucky separated, it meant you weren’t talking as much.

Granted, he wasn’t available during missions. And you understood that. You also understood that when he came back, he needed his space. No offense to you, and it has nothing to do with you -- or anyone else for that matter. He just needs space. That’s just Bucky.

But he took your willingness to give him space as something else entirely.

You didn’t break up because you cheated. The accusation itself was thrown around more than once.

He accused you of it on nights when all you had been doing was watching some shitty Netflix drama on the couch with Jada. And on nights when you had been working nonstop.

After the second time, you told him that if he didn’t trust you at all, then maybe it meant things weren’t working anymore.

Bucky realized his mistake. You saw it in his eyes when he realized it. But you were too fed up with his games to even bother forgiving him then.

You slammed the door on your way out. And sent every call of his to voicemail. When you were worried you might have to block him, he stopped calling.

The two of you haven’t spoken since.

Have you thought about him? Every second of every day.

“Don’t hate me for telling you this,” Jada leans over so she isn’t yelling as much. “But I think I might’ve just seen Tony Stark.”

Your eyes go wide. “What?”

Jada discretely nods over to where the crowd has been all night. “But it could just be someone who looks like him. A creepy cosplayer. You never know.”

“It better be.” You don’t know that you can handle seeing Bucky. Not when you haven’t spoken since the breakup.

The bartender brings you a refill with a sad smile. Sympathy drink number one.

Some idle chatter flows between you, Jada, and the random guy sitting beside your best friend. He’s the classic just-got-his-heart-broken kind of guy, so you can empathize with that. He’s cute, too, and you silently cheer when he rests his hand on your roommate’s arm.

Jada’s eyes catch on something over your shoulder and you freeze, staring at her. “What?”

“Cutie staring at you.”

“Huh?”

“A cutie. Is staring. At you.”

You chuckle, deciding to play your cards. You look over your shoulder with a smile. What you don’t expect is for your gaze to fall right to Bucky Barnes.

“Fuck,” you hiss, turning back around.

Jada gives you a strange look. “What now?”

“That’s Bucky.”

Jada looks again, disbelieving. “No, that’s-- holy shit, he cut his hair.”

Yeah, he cut his hair. It looks fucking good on him, too, the shorter length. You kept trying to get him to entertain the idea of cutting it when you were together, but he wouldn’t budge. You didn’t totally mind because you did like his long hair. But the pictures you saw of him from the ‘40s? No wonder all the girls swooned over him. You fell in love with his long hair, but one look at him from the ‘40s had you falling all over again.

Just like right now. You can feel it. You know he’s still looking at you. And damnit, you want to look, too. But it’s a bad idea.

Apparently, the idea isn’t bad enough to stop you. Because you look again.

You snicker quietly to yourself as you take him in. His hair is shorter, yes, but he’s got a tiara sitting on the top of his head. The sight of that alone has you grinning. What dumbass bet did he lose?

You get a little too carried away with making eyes at Bucky across the room because then you’re spotted by none other than Tony Stark, and all hell breaks loose.

“Y/N!” You’d hear Tony’s voice from a mile away if he tried hard enough. “Where the hell have you been?”

“Hi Tony,” you reply, watching as the poor guy next to you is promptly shoved off the stool by a somewhat tipsy Tony Stark. “How much have you had?”

“Not nearly enough to be okay with seeing you and Barnes have eye sex.”

“Tony!” You smack his arm. “Knock it off. I was just laughing at the crown on princess’s head.”

Tony grins wide. “There’s that fire. We’ve missed you.”

“Sure,” you shake your head, sipping your drink. Next to you, Jada is giving you a look of sheer disbelief. “Tony you’re scaring my best friend.”

“Best friend!” Tony exclaims, looking over at her. “Both of you, come join our party! More the merrier!”

“You’re drunk off your ass.”

“Not yet,” Tony winks. “Come on, Barnes wants to see you anyway.”

“No,” you stay put. “I don’t want to.”

“Oh, give it up,” Tony yells. “He’s been moping around my goddamn tower for months, please go have sex with him or something to make it stop--”

You don’t have time for another protest before Bucky comes up next to you, pushing Tony away. Bucky Barnes. Taking every chance he can get to save the day.

Your ex slides easily into the stool. You look to your right for help from Jada only to find she’s fully facing and flirting with the guy beside her. You’re stuck.

Bucky waves down the bartender and asks for two beers.

“You’re gonna drink two? Seriously?” It’s a weak jab, but you don’t know what else to do. You’ve had speeches made up in your head for months, what you’d say when you saw him again, but they were all in scenarios where you weren’t in a loud ass bar.

“Actually,” Bucky takes both bottles in his hand, sliding one toward you. “I got one of them for you.”

If it wasn’t your favorite kind, you would’ve poured it on his stupid tiara. “Thanks.”

“Come on,” Bucky nods, standing from the stool.

“What?”

“Let’s get away from the bar,” he says. “Too many people.”

“Fine,” you huff, ignoring his hand that is stretched out to help you down. You try to walk with more than an inch between you two, but it’s so crowded that when Bucky grabs lightly onto your arm, you let him.

Suddenly, the crowd opens up, and you realize it’s because Tony Stark -- of course -- has rented and blocked off one section of the place, forcing everyone else to crowd around the bar.

You ignore the weird glances coming from the other Avengers that haven’t seen your face in months. One, in particular, is Steve.

Bucky finds an open booth and slides in, waiting for you to do the same. You do, but you keep your distance. He accepts defeat, leaning onto his arms on the table, beer bottle in one hand.

“Nice tiara,” you comment, not looking at him. “It suits you.”

“Thanks,” he chuckles, shaking his head until the plastic crown falls into his hands. He sets it down on the table, running his fingers through his hair, messing it up. You want to fix it so badly, but you leave it alone. “How’ve you been?”

“Good.” A lie. “How’ve you been?”

“Awful.”

You turn your head to look at him, not expecting that answer. “Okay…”

“Y/N, I’m…” Bucky pauses, grabbing a fistful of his hair and letting go. “I’m a fucking idiot.”

“Can’t argue with you there,” you mutter, picking at the label on the side of the bottle. “What made you come to this revelation?”

Bucky’s lips stretch into a smile. “I miss that.”

“What?”

“Your wit,” he replies. “Your ability to call me on my bullshit.”

“I shouldn’t have to be there to call out your bullshit.”

He frowns. “I know.”

“What are you doing?” You blurt. “Whatever you’re trying to do.”

“I’m trying to say I’m sorry.”

“Then just say it,” you almost laugh. He’s being ridiculous. “Stop trying to-- To drag me back in. Just say you’re sorry so I can go.”

“I don’t want you to go, that’s the thing,” Bucky pleads. “I’m sorry, doll, I’ve been so stupid. I am stupid and I don’t blame you one bit if you get up and leave right now, but I’m asking you to please, don’t go.”

“Why?” You murmur, surprised he can even hear you.

“Because I’m miserable without you. And every day I think of how I would change things if I could--”

“You can’t.”

“But I want to try. If you’ll let me.”

You stare hard at the bottle in your hands. If you had even an ounce of Bucky’s strength, the glass would be a shattered mess all over the table.

“Please, baby,” Bucky scoots closer, knowing he’s testing his luck. But what else does he have left to do? “Let me love you right this time.”

Slowly, because you can’t believe he’s telling you all that you ever wanted to hear, you look up at him, tears in your eyes. One slides down your cheek and he wipes it away, hand cradling your jaw.

You shake your head. “I can’t do this again, Buck.”

He frowns deeply, his hand slipping away. His eyes lower themselves to his lap, accepting his defeat once more.

“So you better not break my fucking heart this time.”

His gaze snaps to meet yours, thinking he’s imagined those words, but you’re smiling. Smiling, even though you’re also glaring. But he sees the hurt behind your eyes.

“I won’t,” he swears to you, hand returning to caress your cheek. “And if I do, you can kill me.”

“I might,” you giggle, scooting an inch closer.

“Good,” he says seriously. “Because I’d deserve it.”

He leans down as you tilt your head forward, pressing your lips against his in an aching kiss, one you’ve both been longing to share for far too long.

Bucky scoots closer, body right next to yours, metal arm fitting around your waist perfectly, right where it should be, right where you’ve been missing it.

You grab the tiara off the table and put it back in the top of his hair, smoothing down the strands. He gives you a strange look.

“What? It suits you.”

He laughs, pulling you into him. “Okay, doll.”

“Hey Buck?”

“Yes?”

“I still love you.”

His forehead rests against yours as he sighs in relief. “Oh, thank God. I love you, too, doll. Always.”

[drshebloggo]

how to make WW84 a stronger movie

As sort of requested, here’s a beefed-up version of the list of notes I made watching WW84 because I was getting cranky with the execution of this movie and couldn’t help but jot down ideas. I WANTED to love this thing but the script was not selling its ideas to best effect.

For me, I think there were a few challenges inherent in the movie they wanted to make. BUT with a few different choices here and there in the way the story was told, it would’ve improved its impact without sacrificing what they were going for with tone and characters. 

CHALLENGE #1: this movie is set SO far in the future from the events of the first film. 65 years have passed, and Diana is still just gliding somberly through her life and that makes me SAD. All her friends are dead! She’s on her own and cursed with immortality!! She lives in an ‘80s decor sadness chamber surrounded by photos and memories of people she’ll never see again!!!

And yet the film gave us no real textual information about that. They did the laziest thing possible, which was pan the camera around a million photos on mantles and told us NOTHING. Literally WHAT has Diana done for the past, say, THIRTY YEARS since her Earth Friends all died without her??? Has she literally made NO OTHER friends? She’s still sad about Steve 65 years later and nothing else has progressed?

This lack of specificity leaves Diana fading in the lead role of her own movie despite the fact that there’s TONS of material there that they just... ignored. For me, she read flat, which bummed me out majorly. Her best stuff was with Steve because that actually MEANS something. But it’s all she’s got in this film. They didn’t bother filling in any other information about her life. 

FIX IT: literally just make Barbara already friends with Diana at the beginning. Not only does it make Diana more interesting, it reduces the sheer amount of exposition that the film piles on in the first 45 minutes. This also means you can bring Steve back sooner than the 45 minute mark, which would help grease the wheels in the first third of the movie. And it also means that Diana losing Barbara to inhumanity would actually have a greater impact on Diana beyond “oh my kooky new friend turned into an evil cat; this is vexing.”

CHALLENGE #2: the tone is WILDLY different than the tone of the first. They went from WWI trench warfare to shopping malls and fanny packs. It’s a HUGE tone shift, and it takes some getting used to. But there are good things to it; namely it provides great comedy for Steve, who is a definite bright spot in the movie. 

Overall I’m on board with doing a superhero movie that pivots away from grit and darkness and toward camp and comedy, and it’s cool to do something new rather than reiterate the same tone from the first film. But I think they could’ve done more to sell the tone shift. 

There are HIJINKS inherent in the premise that I’m guessing were fairly unilaterally unexpected. There’s a vaguely historical magic WISHING STONE and three buffoons each made a wish and turned shit upside down. I myself wish that Maxwell and Barbara and Diana were rendered in triplicate, as equal collaborators in this batshittery. I don’t think you’re watering down Diana’s role as lead (no more than giving her no other emotions to play than sadness) by doing so, and it even works nicely to own the idea that Max and Barbara are on equal narrative ground as Diana.

As far as the villainy goes, Max is more recognizably a Bad Guy, but Barbara is NOT, and it’s fascinating to show at least Diana and Barbara working together but slowly falling apart as shit goes SIDEWAYS. Hijinks can be zany and also meaningful! What if a villain is just a friend who wants something different than you and you have to come to terms with that and stop them from doing dumb shit? There’s an element of screwball to this premise and I wanted them to lean in more. This would also give Diana more to do than cry and fight.

FIX IT: show Barbara getting her powers using the same tropes of other superheroes getting their powers and figuring them out. Play it like she’s Peter Parker finding out she’s Spider-man. Hell, do a montage with all three of them using/abusing their powers: Barbara beating the shit out of things, Maxwell manipulating people, Steve and Diana making the fuck out and enjoying the shit out of it. These are the joys of wish fulfillment! 

AND, if they had set up the rules of the artifact beforehand (see Challenge #3), then the audience would know they were watching very happy people who are going to have their LIVES RUINED SOON. And that is good storytelling. (Maybe this is oversimplified, but honestly half of good storytelling is just making the audience feel two opposite emotions at the same time. The other half is dramatic irony, which would also apply to this trio montage.)

CHALLENGE #3: What the hell are the rules of this magic wishing artifact anyways??? The audience should know them before the characters do. The way this movie doled out information was bananas. They waited right before they were going to the tell the audience something to show us what they were about to tell us. Just show us earlier and tell the characters later!!! That way WE’LL already know because we’ve seen it, and THEY’RE not saddled with expositional dialogue to make sure the audience follows the idea.

FIX IT: For the love of humanity, nix the opening sequence with the horse race and make it about the damn stone!! Rip off Lord of the Rings and tell the history of the innocent but dangerous thing. Rip off Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and animate something about how it gives wishes at a cost. Hell, let Connie Nielsen and Robin Wright(’s unbelievably ripped arms) tell young Diana the story so they can still hang out and be a part of the film! Throw in some lore about the gods, just to remind us where Diana comes from and her belief system, and we’re good to go.

While you’re at it, toss in the whole point of the film into the moral that Diana’s moms impart to her at a young age. It’s not a spoiler. We don’t wonder if 1984 Diana will do the right thing. She does not need to LEARN this moral. She already knows the moral, but she still has to make the hard choice to let Steve go and of course it doesn’t come easy.

In summary: that horse race had little to do with the rest of the movie and it’s wasted story space, especially for setting up the entire magical premise that the movie hinges on, let alone the actual message of the film.

CHALLENGE #4: Do we care about Maxwell and his kiddo enough to rest the entire movie’s resolution on it? Ehhhh. The glimpses into young Max’s abuse is another example of showing information RIGHTBEFORE it’s important, rather than setting it up earlier to pay off later. It’s a far weaker choice.

FIX IT: Age up Alistair. If he’s a teen or preeteen, then the stakes feel higher because it seems more monumental to undo the trauma of neglect at that age. Much like in his business pursuits, the clock is ticking and Max is running out of opportunities for success in all realms of his life.

Maybe show Maxwell trying to reason with Alistair earlier in the movie, saying that he’s a good dad because he’s not as bad a dad as his own father. It shows us how he justifies his behavior, gives us the information that he had an abusive dad, and gives an actual interaction between father and son other than “daddy you’re not here” and “shhh son here’s a pony.”

Possible other fix-it which connects to other fixes: what if Barbara actually renounces her wish before Max does? It should be more painful to the audience to lose Barbara to her wish because we’ve technically LIKED her at one point. She means something to Diana, and so she means something to us. Honestly, the audience has rooted for her independent of Diana! The scene where she realizes she’s not powerless against her harasser but then completely loses herself in violence against him? One of the movie’s best. It’s pretty dissatisfying that she just goes completely off the deep end and then nothing with her is resolved after the wishes are broken.

But, with the way the movie is set up, the big emotional climax is the scene of Diana getting through to Max/the entire planet, so it’s hard to undo that and give it to Barbara instead, considering that it won’t wrap up the plot. But geez, do SOMETHING with Barbara that’s based in actual emotions. Don’t hinge your entire movie’s emotional resolve on a father-son relationship that’s two-dimensional and doesn’t have anything to do with the main character! You had emotional investment in Barbara; use it!!

At the very least, have Diana get through to Barbara in some way, either before Maxwell renounces or after, and maybe even intercut it with Max and his kid. 

CHALLENGE #5: I experience great existential malaise at watching a mylar balloon drift off into the ether. Was there no better visual for the final moments of the film? Asking for myself, and also the planet. (This one is mostly a joke... but seriously, you guys, the PLANET.)

[impala-dreamer]

Watch Your F!cking Mouth!

SPN FanFic

~Dean gets whammied with an especially frustrating curse and Y/N tries to keep him calm, much to her amusement and annoyance.~

Dean x Reader

1,984 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Foul Language. Oral Sex. Intercourse. Comedy.

A/N: I'll be honest, this took me all day to write because I kept stopping to laugh. I just... Idek. It's ridiculous. Enjoy :)

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“Son of a broadcaster!”

Y/N looked up as Dean stumbled backwards, reaching down to rub his shin after whacking it against the bedpost.

“Still?” she asked; hint of a laugh on her breath.

“Yeah, yeah, shuttie.” He rolled his eyes and stood up, limping his way towards the couch. "You know, this is some real hogswallop! I mean what the fig!"

Y/N's laugh broke free and Dean growled as he fell down onto the sofa.

"This isn't funny! It's balderdash!"

Trying to calm down, Y/N put her book down and frowned at him. "I'm sorry, baby. This is really fucked up. Super funny...but fucked up."

"It's not ducking funny!" he shouted, sulking into the cushions. "What the fork kinda nasty basted witch curses someone like this? It's like my tongue has flagging autocorrect!"

"I only got like half of that, to be honest."

“Please shut the freight up and leave me be.” Dean sighed, letting his head fall against the seat back. “I just wanna be able to open my gold digging mouth and have the right frosted words come out!”

Quickly, Y/N left her seat and went to him, hating to see him so frustrated, even if it made her laugh harder than she had in a long time. For the last six hours, Dean had been cursed with the inability to curse as if he were stuck on some network television show. The worst he’d been able to muster was a ‘freakin’’ when Sam had knocked over his beer, but after a while, he just gave up and stopped talking. It was quiet without him, but Y/N couldn’t imagine how tough it was to think one thing and have your tongue twist it into another.

“Hey,” she said softly, perching on the coffee table in front of him. “Sam said it should only last a few more hours. Then you’ll be back to cursing like the sailor I know and love.”

“It’s not just that,” he said with a whimper, shaking his head at the ceiling. “I can not curse, it’s not like I have to constantly-”

“I know, baby,” she soothed, placing her hand on his knee.

“It’s just that I should be able to say what I wanna say when I flamingo say it!”

Y/N coughed to hide her laugh and Dean’s head popped up, his eyes narrowed on her smirk. “Don’t laugh at me, please. For frying sake, it actually hurts. Like there’s a sharp pain in the front of my head every time I try to say ‘fling’.” Dean pointed to the spot, right above his left eyebrow and cringed as he tried to curse. “Salad dressing! Gah!”

“Well, stop, ya moron!” Y/N teased, scooting a big closer. “Just stop talking!”

Dean glared. “Do you have any idea how hard that is for me? Come on.”

“You wanna talk about your feelings about where our relationship is going? That shuts you up quick.”

Her smirk was on point.

His eye roll was superb.

Y/N sighed but kept a sweet smile. “Dean, just...relax, OK? It’ll be over soon, I promise.” Her fingers curled around his knee.

He let out a breath and his shoulders dropped a bit. “Fine. Yeah.”

“There’s my good boy,” she teased, pushing her hand slowly up his thick thigh, nails dragging on the rough denim as she came back down. “Just relax.”

Dean shivered as her thumb brushed over his dick. “This is… quite relaxing… farm…”

Y/N bit her lip to keep from laughing, wanting to focus on distracting them both from his new speech impediment. “Shh…” Her palm rubbed against him and Y/N felt his cock push back, growing hard beneath the tightness of his jeans.

“Feels so nice, baby,” he whispered, wiggling his ass against the seat to try and ease the strain. “Love when you play with my coins.”

She let out a deep, slow breath to calm her giggles and set her other hand on his leg, sliding off of the table onto her knees. “I like it too, Dean,” she cooed, massaging his inner thighs with both hands. “But you know what I love?”

His eyes glazed over as he looked to her in lustful anticipation.

She bit her lip and reached for his belt, easily loosening the leather strap. “I love…” The brass button came free with a pop. “Sucking…” She eased the zipper down slowly, carefully. “Your big…” Reaching in, she pushed aside the thin cotton of his boxers. “Beautiful…” She pulled him free and Dean moaned in desperation as she bent her lips to the swelling head. “Cock.”

“Oh, Jiminy Christmas!”

Y/N kissed the tip and Dean whimpered pitifully.

“Please…”

“Love it when you beg, Dean,” she growled, flicking the tip of her tongue against the base of his cock, watching as he twitched. “Such a good boy.”

Dean lifted his hips as she licked a stripe from base to tip and grabbed a fistful of her hair, forcing her to hold still while he groaned. “Stop forging teasing me and get to work.”

Her smile was abandoned as Dean jerked his hips, shoving his cock between her lips. She hummed in excitement and sucked hard, sealing her lips around him as his hand pushed her down.

“Yes...fang...you take my cab so good, baby.”

His cock hit the back of her throat and Y/N gagged loudly, drool spilling from the corners of her mouth as he released his hold on her head.

“Flame, baby, love that sound. Makes my drum so hard.”

Y/N did her best not to laugh, trying to ignore his insane dirty talk and keep her mind on her task. As long as he didn’t talk, she was fine, working his cock like a pro, teasing and taking him deeper and deeper with each pass.

When his breath quickened and his moans became dark, Y/N pulled back, looking up at him with innocent, wide eyes, her lips bobbing gently over his leaking head.

Dean reached for her, big hands closing around the soft flesh of her upper arms. “Get up here,” he breathed. “Golly, I wanna factor that sweet little poinsetta so faking bad.”

She laughed, she couldn’t help it. Y/N closed her eyes and sealed her lips tight as the chuckle shook her entire body. “I can’t. I’m so sorry, Dean. I can’t.”

His grip tightened on her arms. “Please.” His face was red, muscles in his throat tense and exposed; a thin sheet of sweat sparkled on his brow and upper lip. “Please, baby. I gotta falafel you. Now.”

Dean grit his teeth in a growl but Y/N couldn’t take much more.

“Baby,” she laughed, sitting back on her heels, “I...I can’t…”

Green eyes went wide with pained disappointment. “What? No…” He reached for her, leaning forward to grab her face between his warm hands. “Please, Y/N. Don’t leave me like this,” he begged, the pathetic yet passionate tone in his voice making her pussy throb. “I need you so bad.”

While Y/N pondered the situation, wondering if she could stash her giggles while he took her for a ride, Dean sucked his bottom lip fully between his teeth and then slowly let it slide back out, wet and red and swollen. Y/N’s cunt clenched and her heart raced; her fate was sealed.

“Please.”

Y/N sucked in a deep breath and jumped up, opening her jeans as she stood. “OK,” she told him firmly, “but you keep your mouth shut. I can’t take anymore, I really can’t.”

Dean’s gleeful smile was perfection, dimples and lines and bright teeth on display. “Yes, totally. No more talking.” He zipped his lips with two fingers and nodded enthusiastically as she peeled her panties away. “Not another word.”

“You promise?”

“Mhm.”

“Good.”

Dean held his breath as Y/N climbed into his lap, kissing him hard while she gripped his cock and rubbed it through her slick. His eyes rolled back when she rolled her hips, grinding her clit against his hardness; grabbed her thighs as she slowly sank down.

“Oh…f-”

Y/N bit down hard on his lip to stop his cursed cursing and his words turned into a yelp instead.

“R-ride me,” he gasped, blunt nails digging into her tender flesh.

Setting her hands on his shoulders, Y/N began to ride, slowly bouncing in his lap and watching as he fell apart.

“Y/N…” Dean buried his face in her shirt, panting as he struggled to hold his tongue.

“Shhh…” Y/N fucked down hard, hoping to distract his brain, pull his mouth away from words and push it towards empty whimpers and lustful moans.

“You feel so good,” he whispered, breath heavy against her neck as he kissed any place he could reach. “Feel so good on my camp, fringe!”

Y/N slapped a hand to the back of his head and tugged at his short hair. “Dean!”  

“Sorry, sassafras! Flange, it just- you feel so amazing. Please, don’t stop!”  

Her nails scraped across his scalp. “Then shut up!”

“Yes. Shut up. Yes!”

She licked into his mouth and bounced faster, feeling the moment blossom.

“Holy feathers, I-I’m gonna capitalize! Fire! Freckles!”

“Do it,” she moaned, tugging on his hair until his chin lifted to hers. “Give it to me, Dean.”

It did not take long. Dean held her close, arms tight around her back, hands pawing at her shoulders and ass as he came, a strangled cry filling the room.

“Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!”

Y/N laughed so hard she nearly fell off of his lap, giving up entirely on cumming or trying to stay calm. “Did you just? Really? Oh my god, Dean.”

He kissed her cheek and pulled his lips across, capturing her shaking lips with a sloppy kiss. “Shh…”

“Don’t shush me, Winchester,” she laughed, kissing him back quickly before peeling herself away. “This is too much.”

He caught her hand before she went too far, yanking her back so hard that she fell into his arms. “I’m not done with you,” he said firmly, another kiss stopping her laugh and melting every muscle. Dean pushed her down onto her back, shifting to sit between her legs. “You need to confetti.”

She whimpered around a laugh as Dean leaned down, laying kiss after kiss on her belly. “Please stop talking…”

He lifted his eyes to hers with a smirk as his hands wrapped around her thighs. “I’m done talking,” he said, licking his lips. “I’m gonna eat this prism until you crank all over my face.”

“Jesus christ, shut up!”

Her frustration turned to pleasure as Dean kept his word, sucking hard on her clit as his fingers caressed her pulsing cunt, massaging deep inside as her body writhed above.

“Fuck! Dean!”

He never let up, drawing her orgasm out until her legs began to shake. When her thighs clamped around his head, he slowed to a kitten lick, enjoying the glow of her smile and the sexy whimpers as she came down.

“Come here,” she whispered, releasing his head and reaching for him, needing him close.

Dean smiled sweetly and wiped his mouth before sliding up her body and collapsing on top of her. “Damn, baby,” he sighed. “That was fan-fucking-tastic.”

Y/N gasped, eyes wide and smiling. “Oh my god, Dean! You said fuck!”

“I did?”

“...yeah!”

“I didn’t even notice. Fuck. Oh! I said it again!” He grinned like a school boy and laughed. “Yes! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fucking fucker!” Excited, he jumped off of the couch and pumped a fist in the air. “Fuck that fucking bitch-ass witch in her ratty old cunt! Fuck yes! This is fucking awesome!”

Y/N sat up, shaking her head as she reached for her pants. “Oh, Dean,” she sighed. “Such a fucking potty mouth…”

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[beerecordings]

Memory - Part 1

“Not my hands, not my hands, please, please, not my hands.”

To breathe through his mouth is a thorough instruction in the taste of his own clumping blood. His muscles are no longer flexible but sculpted, unmoving lines of wood or stone, unbearably painful beneath his skin. He knows how butterflies feel when small children come to tear their legs off.

“Sh, sh. Just hold still, shhh.”

Anti's weight bears down on his shattered body. He examines Henrik's numb right hand with bright eyes, running his fingers down every whorl and ridge and line of Henrik's skin, holding his knife between his teeth.

“No, Anti, please, not my hands, not my hands, master, anything but my hands, please, I – ”

The knife slips out of Anti's mouth and bumps indignantly off his chest and onto the floor. Anti's eyes are as wide as his smile.

“What did you just call me?” he giggles. “Stop crying, shut up, say that again. Did you just call me master?”

He can't stop crying. He can't stop crying. He's trying.

“You're absolutely hysterical today,” Anti remarks, licking blood off his fingers. “What, what is it about your hands you can bear to lose? You called me a – what was it? – driveling buffoon’s excuse for a shitty horror movie villain when I carved my name into your tummy, but you can't bear to lose a finger or two?”

“I'm sorry, please! I was just scared, I didn't mean to! I just wanted you to stop!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Say that master thing again.”

His face is soaked with hot tears. The rest of him shivers against the frigid floor of the cement basement, a long beam of light from the window-wells high on the wall doing nothing to offer his body any warmth. Anti is shivering too. Henrik wonders if he is warm or cold-blooded.

“Please, master,” he wheezes, as Anti presses down on his diaphragm, leaning in close with ears perked. “Please, not my hands, my hands...”

“Master!” he shrieks, his eyes slipping to black for a second as he laughs, throwing his head back, so Henrik can see the bottom of the full set of his teeth. “Master, that's so funny! I love that, say it again!”

“Anti – ”

“No, no, no, master. Say it again. For your hands.”

“Fine!” He nearly tears his throat from the fervor. “Master, leave my hands alone. Leave my hands alone. My h-hands, my work...”

“Ah, ah, I see. Because you imagine yourself a surgeon. I guess you still think you will one day escape this place, huh? Or maybe they are just a comfort to you. Your pretty white hands.” Anti kisses the bloodied heel of his hand, massaging at his palm. “Well, brother, I never give something for nothing.”

Henrik bursts back into sobs, his free hand coming up to hide his reddened face. Anti tilts his head at him, watching, observing this new behavior. Henrik knows everything will be noted down later. After long weeks, Anti can add 'having a full breakdown beneath my hands' to the list of reactions he's drawn out of Henrik, right beneath stubbornly proud swearing, screaming at the top of his lungs, and spacing out so far he can watch himself be tortured as though from faraway, chanting Tolstoy with blank eyes while Anti cuts him into slices.

“Stop crying, Luka,” sighs Anti, sitting back with a roll of his eyes.

“H-Henrik, my name is – ”

“Holy shit, you know I don't care. You have to know that by now.”

“I don't have anything to give you!”

Anti puts his hands on his chest lazily, pressing down to feel his heart racing like that of a horse in a barn fire. “Very little,” he replies, tilting his head at him. Henrik meets his eyes and grows dizzy, trying not to slip beneath the darkness again.

“Stop, stop, no more... out of my head...”

“It would make it less painful. If you wanted. When I cut your hands off.”

“N-no. No, not that. I'll give – I'll give you anything, master, you know that.”

“I'm getting bored, Elias. Your hands are important to you. Meaningful, I think that's the term humans like. You must give me something of value like that.” He picks his knife up again and traces it along the curves of Henrik's lips. “Maybe something inside that clever head of yours, mh?”

Calm down, Henrik. Calm down. He can figure this out. Clearly there's something Anti wants, or he wouldn't have paused before taking off his hand. This is just a puzzle. And damn, but he is good at puzzles.

“Something inside my head?” he breathes.

Ignore Anti's nails running down his bare chest. Ignore Anti's weight straddling his hips. Ignore the cold, the hunger, the pain, the fear.

“Often,” he begins, shakily. “When you are in my head, I feel you picking, picking at my mind, but there are some things even you can never reach.”

Anti gives no answer. A smile twitches on Henrik's mouth.

“Can't admit to have limits, uh?”

Anti picks up the knife again. “I like you better when you're begging. Get to the point or I'll get to mine.”

“S-sorry. I think... I think... I could give you that access. To something. Just – just something.”

Anti has eyes like a tiger starving. He shifts on Henrik's chest, panting slightly.

“Like what?” he hisses, eyes shining. “A memory?”

“If that's what you want.”

“For your hands? A memory for your hands? Something with meaning? Something with a little feeling behind it?”

Henrik pauses.

Anti presses down on his chest, leaning in with eyes like a night without stars.

“Yes.”

His voice only barely shakes.

“A memory for my hands.”

-----------------

Henrik sat at his desk chair, a little thread beneath his teeth. His steady hands held a needle, stitching, slowly, patiently, a long tear in the inside of his favorite coat.

From his open door, he could hear their faux fire crackling in the living room, and the faint sounds of the tv playing a comedy special. He smiled as he heard the audience burst into laughter, with the low giggle of one of his brothers in the living room to accompany it.

His belly was full of warm, spicy curry. He could still taste it in his mouth, washed down with a late-night cup of coffee to calm him before bed.

Jackie's footsteps moved around the house on his last patrol of the night, for once staying in instead of going out. He checked that every window was secure and locked every door with a satisfying click, and then checked that every window was secure and locked every door with a satisfying click one more time. Finally, he moved past his office, towards his room, assured that everything was safe and well in his home, in his family.

“Hey,” he says, stopping with his hand on Henrik's doorframe, smiling at him. Henrik looked up at him and blinked fondly back. Warm in his own, cozy room. Safe and full and calm.

“Gute nacht, Schneep.”

“Gute nacht, Jackie.”

He pulled the last stitch through and snipped off the excess string, sitting back in his chair, content.

Anti takes the memory whole.

---------------

Henrik blinks out of a stupor perhaps five minutes later, and doesn't know what it is that he has lost. He sits up for a long time, trying to remember, if not the memory itself, at least what he offered to Anti, at least the idea of the memory, at least its missing place in his brain, but –

It's just gone.

“What... what did you take?” he asks, bewildered, staring up at his captor, behind the bars of his cage once again. “What did I give you?”

Anti is already walking away.

“Nothing to concern yourself with now, my darling. Wasn't that easy? Your hands are saved and you don't even remember what for. No pain at all.”

But Anti, for all that he tortures, and hurts, and punishes, doesn't really understand the first thing about what pain is.

Henrik sits awake the whole night, tears streaming down his face, trying desperately to remember what it was that he gave up, wringing his perfect, steady, beautiful white hands.

[chelsfic]

You’ll never break the chain - Donald Pierce x Tracker!Reader - Logan Fanfic

Boyd Holbrook Masterlist

Warnings: Unhealthy! Relationship! Dynamic! (This is fiction, please!), Power dynamic (captor/captive relationship), Stockholm Syndrome, Dark, What have I done?, Mentions smut, Angst!

Summary: Donnie returns to work after his medical leave and needs to do some damage control--which involves ignoring our tracker and making her feel bad--damnit!

A/N: I owe so much of everything I write to my engaged readers. You guys inspire me so much. @lackofhonor particularly inspired the scene where Donnie confronts Riley... And I *know* someone suggested the teleporting mutant to me and I can’t recall who it was!! Please let me know so I can give you credit!!

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Donald leans back in the Land Rover’s passenger seat, watching the scene behind the windshield play out with seemingly bored, heavy-lidded eyes. He keeps his expression carefully schooled as Riley--your new handler--unlocks the back of the tactical van and pulls you out of the cage. The guy manhandles you, shoving you roughly and getting up in your face with his orders. He’s clearly chosen intimidation as his handling style and, well, Donnie can’t exactly fault him. Sure is a hell of a lot less complicated than the mess he’s made of things.

He feels DeWitt’s eyes on him from the driver’s seat, watchful...observant. Wondering if the boss is still soft for the mutant. Fuck. It’s been a month. A month since the injury. A month since you made your little scene on the roadside, clinging to his prone form as the Reavers tried to drag him back to the vehicles, raving and lashing out at anyone who tried to pull you away. They knew he was fucking you. They knew the boss had a soft spot for the little tracker. But none of the men knew the precise extent of things until that day. Hence the medical leave...the new handler...the distance. This is damage control.

He keeps his face inscrutable from behind tinted sunglasses, and he sees the moment your eyes land on him. He sees the recognition, the affection...the hope in your eyes. And he watches as it falters and wilts. Riley grabs your jaw, forcing you to face him as he spits words into your face. You’re trembling. How the fuck have they been managing to get anything out of you the last few weeks with these tactics?

Donnie isn’t perfect. He isn’t even a good man. But he tries more since meeting you...since keeping you. Riley, his...replacement, is another thing altogether. Donnie clenches his fists as he watches the man grab you by the arms and shake you when you don’t produce immediate results. How different are we, really, though? His mind drifts back to memories that send a sinking wave of shame to his heart.

---

You’re sitting cross-legged in the dust, head in your hands, straining against your exhausted powers in desperation. You can feel Donnie’s aggravation like a tangible thing, a suffocating weight on your chest, but it’s been hours of pursuit and you just can’t anymore.

“I’m sorry, Donnie.”

He growls in frustration, aiming a heavy-booted kick into the dirt at your feet that sends you scrambling backwards.

“Get up,” he hisses, his mouth twisting into an ugly grimace. You stand up, dusting the dirt from your pants and walking warily over to him. Without warning he grabs you by your ponytail, digging the fingers of his robotic hand into your hair and twisting painfully. 

He lowers his face to yours and you hear all the intensity of the contempt he feels for your kind dripping from his words, “This piece of shit injured one of my men. You been sendin’ us on a wild goddamn goose chase all day. What is this, mutie? You turnin’ on me?”

His hand twists harder in your hair and tears are streaming from your eyes as you shake your head, denying his words.

“Then. Do. Your fuckin’. Job.”

He releases you and watches you shake like a leaf. And inside, he feels nothing...nothing but rage.

In the end you successfully track the teleporting mutant clear across Texas to an abandoned cabin in the heart of a Louisiana swampland. Donnie and his men apprehend their exhausted quarry while you lay on your side in the back of the van, holding your aching head in your hands and keening with the pain. When Donnie sees the state you’re in he slides into the cage and gathers you into his lap. Now that the fury of the chase has passed he feels guilt creep in like a punch to the cut.

“Shhh, baby. You’re alright now. I got you. Donnie’s got you.”

---

When the asshole shoves you to the ground Donnie has finally had enough. He swings open the door to the Landrover and jumps out, stalking toward Riley with a feral grace that belies his still-healing ribs and the headache pulsing behind his eyes.

“Gimme your sidearm,” he snarls with an edge to his voice that brooks no argument.

Riley’s eyes widen but he reaches for the pistol on his hip, wordlessly handing over the gun. Donnie’s no fool. He knows that Riley’s been sneering behind his back and egging the other reavers on in their disrespect of him. It ends now. He takes the gun in his hands, pointedly refusing to turn his gaze in your direction. He can just see you in the corner of his eye, still lying in the dirt where Riley pushed you. Instead he trains his focus on the weapon in his hands, quickly and efficiently taking it apart and putting it back together as he speaks.

“As Riley, here, is well aware: mutants... are... our enemy,” he lets the words out in a slow drawl, locking eyes with every man around him in turn. “The enemy is powerful. Deadly. Not to be underestimated. If we falter--just once, just for a second--it could mean death. Now, I know some of you think I’ve gone soft on this little mutie--” 

He bends down and hauls you up to your feet, holding you with your back to his chest and pressing the gun’s muzzle to your temple. He feels your body instinctively leaning into his despite the danger and a splinter of some unthinkable emotion pierces his chest. He ignores it. He ignores the way your little hands wrap around his forearm; he ignores the way you try to pull your head away from the gun. He ignores you. Entirely.

“--What you fail to understand is that our little tracker is a tool just like this gun. If we keep it in working order, if we take care of it, if we understand how it works...it will operate effectively. If we neglect and abuse our tools they will fail.”

He lowers the gun from your head, gives you a reassuring squeeze with the arm wrapped around you, and then fires into the ground at Riley’s feet.

“Do you understand?” he asks with his voice pitched dangerously low.

“Yes, sir,” Riley responds automatically, but his eyes linger impudently on Donnie’s, his face set in fury. 

“Good,” Donald replies, dropping his grip from you like you’re some vile thing. He pushes you towards Riley and turns back to the Land Rover without a second glance, “Let’s find this fucker.”

---

Why did you think things would get better?

The question rattles through your brain as Riley frogmarches you through the underground parking garage. The sounds of car doors slamming echo off the concrete walls as the other reavers unload. You can’t help but crane your neck trying to catch another glimpse of Donnie. And there he is, running a hand through his perfect blond hair and studiously ignoring you. He looks good--healthy, rested. You ache to pull away from this brute and run into his arms. 

How many times have you imagined your reunion? He would come to your cell and make slow, deliberate love to you, his massive body dwarfing yours as he grinds you into the tiny mattress. Or he’d take you out on a mission and drag you behind the van while the others chase down your quarry. He’d push you to your knees and you’d be panting, salivating for it as he slowly presses his cock past your lips and down your throat. He’d run his fingers through your hair and call you a good girl as he fucks your mouth. Or he’d take you from behind up against the wall of the supply closet...or he’d use his hand to torture your cunt, edging you for an eternity before finally dipping his sweet lips between your legs and sending you over the top...or he’d simply kiss you with all of the love and passion he’s kept hidden from you all this time… 

Somehow you’d thought that after hearing him say the words, finally admitting his love, that things would change for the better. All this time you’ve been patiently awaiting the end of his medical leave--enduring the numbing boredom of your cell and Riley’s angry cruelty--believing that Donnie would come back and finally tell you that he wants to be with you. Really with you. That he’s come up with a plan to get you away somewhere. Somewhere safe. Somewhere without experiments and locking cell doors and punishments. Somewhere you can be together…But the cold indifference you saw in Donnie’s eyes today killed your last hope. He’ll never let you go. He’ll never change.

Riley drags you out of the garage, watching your eyes stay glued to Donnie’s form as he pulls you along.

Once he has you in the elevator he turns on you with a sneer, “Looks like you’re not daddy’s golden girl anymore, huh, mutie?”

Mutie. He says it like the vile slur that it is. But you recall all the times you’ve heard that same word fall from Donnie’s lips as something close to an endearment. My mutie. Little mutie. Good mutie. You feel a hollow ache in your stomach recalling how quickly he’d shoved you away before, like he couldn’t stand to touch you. He has to be faking this indifference. Because if he’s truly lost to you then what else is there?

Your feelings must show on your face because Riley laughs cruelly and uses his short, bulky frame to crowd you into the wall, his meaty hand groping your breasts as his breath rasps against your ear, “Don’t look so sad. I can be your new daddy.”

Note: I really agonized and struggled to write this one and, in the end, I’m just meh about it. I hope you liked it!!

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Nothing but clowns /Arthurs POV

My version of the scene when Arthur watches the news on tv

Making food for mum is always a bit complicated. Much to think of, because there are always two questions: Should I put some sleeping pills in her oath meal or not? And if yes how many? I check and notice that I am running out of meds. Shit.

The plan for today is:

Visiting Dr Kane, going to the pharmacy afterwards and then go to Pogos.

Today`s not a usual visit at the comedy club. Today will be my day! I will tell my own jokes up on stage. I`m no longer the lonely man sitting alone on his table with a glass of water in the middle of the room. I will be the star up there and people will have a good laugh. Even Sophie. And I just know she will be there to see me. I hope she will get my humor- I`m sure she does because she was digging it in the elevator- and maybe she`ll like me even more afterwards. I would love to leave Pogos together, take her out on a date, have a coffee or something. Talking about how I write my jokes and what inspires me to write them. How it feels like when funny thoughts cross my mind and how much of it is hard work and how much just comes to me. Maybe she`ll be interested in that after watching my performance. Interested in me. I`ve heard that humor is important in a relationship and that woman prefer men with a good sense of humor. So maybe I will have a chance after all.

I dont hesitate to take the last two sleeping pills and crash them to mix it in my mother`s bowl. No way I would give her the chance to ruin my afternoon. Everything is planned out and I know she would freak or do something unexpected as soon as she watches me leaving the house all dressed up. She would make a big scene as soon as I`m coming home after a long night out. And I just don`t have the nerves to deal with her shit. Besides that, it`s not good for her health to get all excited or angry about something. So a little sleep will help us both.She`ll be all save and sleepy when I come home, not a worry on her mind about where her son might have been.

"Happy look, Thomas Wayn`s on TV" My mothers voice echoes through the living room. her voice always feels like an echo to me. Because its always the same words filling the room, over and over again. Crashing against the heavy walls  without a sound but her thin voice .

"Happy Happy Happy. Thomas Wayne. " Two words that make my ears bleed in one sentence. How does she do that? It`s getting worse. Her voice just makes me feel bad sometimes. I really do care about mum a lot but some days I feel triggered by her talking and I don`t know why. Its like she says something and I immediately feel like I should eighter crawl under a blanked and hide or punsh a fucking wall.

"Yes mother!" I try not to sound annyoed. Not that she would ever notice if I was. Or hurt. She never does. Mum would have made a common therapist. Just sitting there, repeating the same three sentences for years while looking right through you.

Mum as a therapist would be like:

"Thomas Wayne will be major soon. How does that make you feel? Thomas Wayne does have some enemies lately. Does that change your own opinion on him? Did you noticed how skinny you are? Thomas Wayne gained some weight instead of losing it . How do you feel about that?  Are you sad today, Happy? "

And of course all my answers would also echo through the room. Unheard and without making a sound while crashing through the windows. Breaking glass. And I would cut myself on that glass. Over and over again. And Penny would call the doctors,telling them I tried to hurt myself again. Not realizing that she was the one hurting me.

My answer to her questions would be "Happy was always sad. Every minute of his life. How does that make you feel?"

I get the bowl and crush the rest of the pills. My wet hair is sticking to my neck. I`m freezing a little bit while wearing my PJ  pants only . It`s always cold in here. This apartment represents peoples hearts.

"They`re asking him about those horrible subway murders" she says.

What? Oh my god. This caughts my attention. Now I notice that I wasnt paying attention to the news for the whole time. Somehow it didnt cross my mind that there will be something about me on the news anytime soon. I was wrong!

They thank Wayne for being here, in these difficult times. Difficult for who? For him?  As if he would care about what happened or about anyone who isn`t like him. As if some dead guys on the subway would effect him personally. Does he know what it means to have a difficult life at all? I`m aware of the fact that money doesnt solve all problems. I dont even think about money. I think about so many other things Thomas does have and he is nothing but an arrogant prick about, Looking down on others.

I leave the kitchen and make my way to the couch "Why him?" I ask, placing her bowl of food on the table.

Why is Thomas the one talking about the three dead guys anyway?

"Look like he gained weight" .

I knew she would ignore my question and care about his looks instead. Seriously, sometimes I get the feeling like she has a crush on him or something. There must be a reason for her fixation on this man.

"Yes all three worked for Wayne investments. Good, decent, educated."

So thats why he is talking about them.  All about the money, Wayne huh? I run my fingers through my hair, getting nervous.

"Although I didnt know any of them personally, like all Wayne employees, past and present. They`re family."

There he said it. He didnt even knew them. He`s just using them to make it seem like he cares.

The tv screen shows three photos. Each one of them a face of the subway guys. It feels strange to see them now after I killed them. My memory of their faces slightly differ but I remember what they did and how it felt.  My mind is racing, all over the place. Memories of their evil laughter. Flashbacks of the pain they caused me. Physically and emotionally. Their photos might look innocent but I know what kinda guys they were. I experienced and wittnessed it. But what does Wayne know? Or the tv guy? Nothing. No one was watching them while they almost kicked me to death. I was alone. I`m always alone.

"Did you hear that I told you we`re family" my mum says.

"Shhhh shhh shhh!" I want her to shut up. I just cant stand her voice right now. Especially not now. She really does think Thomas thinks of us as family because she worked for him decades ago. I can`t listen to this. Its getting all too much. The only voice I have to listen to right now is the guy on tv. I take a deep drag of my cigarette. It feels like breathing is getting harder. Something is going on. Not just inside of me but in this city. In the world. And it started with me. Am I the center of something? The beginning or the end? Am I everything at once? Does someone notice its me?

"There now seems to b a groundsweel of ani rich sentiment of the city. Its almost as if the less fortunate resitends are talking the side of the killer".

Thomas talks about how much of a shame this is and that this is one of the reasons why he is running for major. Gotham lost its way.

Oh you notice now? Where have you been all these years?

Its hard. So hard to watch peoples ignorance and how they use things to make themself stand in a better light. A light of lies.

They now ask him whats up with the eye wittness report of the suspect being a man in a clown mask.

Now the walls are closing in on me. I`m terrified but at the same time I am not. Unsure of how I feel I smoke my cig, not being able to blink while starring at the tv screen. This moment feels so much more like a daydream than so many dreams did. Is this truly happening? Are they really taling about a murder a did on the news? Is this my first time ever being on tv? Well, I gotta be honest here I always thought my first time on tv would be a lot different. But here I am.

So seems like there was someone wittnessing it. I should be worried now. I should freak and I know that. But what is bugging me much more is the fact that Thomas Wayne says "It makes total sense to me, because what kind of coward would do something that cold blooded? Someone who hides behind a mask. Someone who is envious of tose more fortunate than themselves. That the`re too scared to show they`re own face."

Thats it. Thats when I lose it. I`m trying not to let it show because of mum sitting in the same room with me but it`s hard. I`m good at hiding my feelings in front of her or in front of anyone in general but this is too much. The news are making a total different  story out of this, As if I was hiding behind a mask to go out an kill people. It was self defense for gods sake. I was wearing that damn clown make up because I was on my way home from work. Some shitty bullies started to attack a man in a clwon costume and now they are making him the bad guy? This is sick.

I never cared about money. I just wanted to have enough to take care of mum and be able to pay rent. Even my dreams about being famous were never about being rich. It was about being seen and loved.  But what do they know?

I thought I was living an illusion but they are living their very own illusions.

I feel my body tensing up. Every muscle. Every inch. My skin is getting tight. I lean back on the couch. I dont know what to do. I wanna get out of myself. Being me is getting unbearable again.

Another time being missunderstood.

They dont even know it was me and they still don`t get it right,

"And until those kind of people change for the better,those of us who made something of our lifes, will always look at those who havent as nothing but clowns". Wayne adds.

My legs start trembling. There is no way to hold them still. Bad sign. Very bad sign. I laugh to myself as I stare at the ceiling. What a joke. Great punshline with the clowns. I bet you are proud of yourself, Wayne. I bet you are. Always glad to be able to help to tell a joke.

They thank him once again while my mum tells me that this isnt funny.

I wanna say something but I better don`t. It`s not a good idea to ruin someone else`s punchline.

I`m going to explode, explode, explode.

Until I feel nothing.

I inhale the smoke, the only thing that proofs that I am still breathing.

Because I cant feel it. The only thing I feel is rage and my left hand grabbing my right wrist.

And this god damn candle that looks like a ginger cat staring at me.

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[kittae]

Trust Me

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x reader

Side characters: Min Yoongi

Summary: A drabble series where Taehyung is a successful artistic erotica actor but has to expand his areas of expertise in the rapidly evolving world of adult film. Lost and inexperienced in everything that doesn’t involve classy settings, flattering lighting and romantic scripts, he basically has to start from scratch to make it in the online porn community. As a highly demanded A-lister in that community, you take him under your wings (or better yet, between your legs).

Genre: Smut, fluff, a bit of comedy here and there. Maybe some angst, who knows.

words: 1475

A/N: Will do a double update this week! Next part will have smutttt

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“This is humiliating… I haven’t embarrassed myself like this since– Ugh!” Taehyung’s voice strains in a strangled groan as he flops face first down on the couch in his dressing room.

Yoongi leans against the closed door, arms crossed watching the younger faceplant in misery, brows furrowed in concern. He doesn’t say anything, for now. The only times Taehyung allows himself to be anything other than the epitome of professionalism and perfection is when he’s alone with him.

“I don’t think I can go through with this, hyung,” The younger mumbles into his pillow, almost too muffled to be understood.

Now, this? This is something Yoongi needs to nip in the bud as soon as possible, though.

“Wait...What’s that sound?” He squints, looking around the room.

Taehyung lifts his head from the pillow. “What?”

“Sounds like a whiny little bitch giving up.”

Taehyung catches on quick. “Probably just the wind,” he shrugs before rolling over and stubbornly showing his manager his back.

“You’ll hear the wind of my hand flying through the air on its way to whoop your ass, Taehyung. Now get up and get your shit together so you can get back in there.”

Tae shrinks himself into shrimp position on the couch, lips pouting and head shaking ‘no’.

Yoongi sighs, but can’t bring himself to be actually frustrated with the younger man this time. He’s prepared himself for this scenario in advance, knowing he’d have to exercise a lot of patience today. Taehyung’s clearly feeling upset and incapable, probably beating himself up inside. He knows exactly what to say to console him and relieve him of his inner turmoil, but then all of this would’ve been for nothing and he wouldn’t have learned a thing.

“You said you haven’t felt this embarrassed since your first shoot ever, right?” Yoongi starts, ignoring the daggers the actor shoots him with his eyes for bringing it up again, “What if you’d never pushed through with that first shoot? What if you’d given up without really trying your best to make it work like you did back then?”

Taehyung slowly turns back around to face Yoongi, cautious, but listening.

“Was it Messy? Definitely. Could it have gone, like, a lot better? Absolutely–”

“Hyung!” Taehyung wails in horror.

“–What I’m trying to say is, you pushed through that day and became an incredible actor and an even more wonderful person. You’ve learned so much along the way, all because you didn’t give up when it was hard. So why would you now? Did you think you’d already made your fortune? You’d have nothing more to learn?”

Tae shifts uncomfortably, “No, but–”

“This is your chance to make the most out of the situation that’s presented to you. Right here and now, you need to decide whether you’ll leave and let this be nothing more than a disastrous shoot for the rest of your life, or you’ll take the bull by its fucking horns and learn something from this experience and become a better actor and person because of it.”

It’s quiet for a good few seconds until Taehyung exhales loudly, blowing out air he seems to have been holding in for the entirety of his manager’s speech. “I swear I could hear some patriotic music in the background while you were speaking. That was intense.”

“But did it work?” Yoongi grins. “How do you feel now?”

Tae slightly cocks his head to the side as he thinks over his answer, “Hmm… A bit annoyed, slightly nauseous and… weirdly motivated to make this work, actually.”

“Good enough for me, I’ll take it.” Yoongi gives his friend a fatherly pat on the back. “Now let’s get back to the studio, I’m sure everyone’s wondering what’s taking us so lo- OOF!”

He should be able to see the tackle-hugs coming from a mile away by now, yet they continue to take him by surprise as the taller one crushes him against his well-built chest, cheek squishing against his pecs.

“Taehyung, get your tits out of my face,” he barely manages to mumble through the crumpled shape his lips are forced to be folded in.

“Shhh, just let it happen.” Taehyung tightens the iron grip around his manager’s head, ignoring the hiss slipping from Yoongi’s lips while gently swaying him from side to side with an endeared smile on his face as if he was cradling his newborn son.

You’re happy to see Taehyung and Yoongi back on set when you come out of your dressing room, after having your makeup fixed and drinking some water. Your co-star looks noticeably less distressed and more refreshed from when you’d last seen him fifteen minutes ago. You took your sweet time freshening up, knowing he’d probably need more than five minutes to get back on his feet. Seems like Yoongi managed to talk him through it pretty well.

The crew doesn’t seem bothered by the delay in the slightest, some staff even leisurely hanging out by the coffee machine as they talk about how they’d spent their weekends. Carefully approaching the duo, you try to gauge Taehyung’s mood by watching his facial expressions as he talks to his manager.

You don’t mean to interrupt, so you wait until the tall blonde (dyed a greenish blue at the moment, though) stops talking to take a sip of a water bottle.

“How are you feeling?” You ask, voice soft and agreeable to avoid making him jump.

Taehyung’s eyes widen slightly, not having expected your presence already (as you’d expected) and quickly gulping down the slug of water down his throat.

“Ah- Hi! I feel much better, thanks… ” He chuckles a bit embarrassed, fluffing up his hair in an attempt to give himself some posture but just ending up looking adorable. Such a stark contrast with the confident, radiating and even slightly intimidating presence from when you first introduced yourselves. “Listen, about earlier… I–”

“Actually, Yoongi told me you haven’t, uh...I mean I know you’re a great actor, I saw your movies–” You shut your eyes and shake your head in an attempt to get yourself back on track just so you wouldn’t physically knock some sense into it, “Yoongi told me this isn’t quite your...genre.”

Tae raises his brows, eyes big and surprised, “You watched my movies?”

You laugh, your cheeks heating up involuntarily,  “I thought you were gonna ask me how Yoongi and I know each other but you’re trying to make me flustered on a porn set.”

“Well, you brought it up,” He flashes a flirty smirk, “I promise I don’t mind.”

You’re about to say something when a loud voice interrupts you, simultaneously saving you from probable further embarrassment. What is wrong with you today?!

“Alright, if everybody feels rested and refreshed we can try this again.” Director Lee calls out again, making eye contact with you and nodding, “Improvisation is allowed. Might help to roll into it more naturally. Everybody in place!”

You nod back at the director, straightening your spine and taking your place back in the sofa to pick up where you’d left off. Taehyung does a good job pulling himself together, seeming as if nothing ever happened in the first place. Yet, after years in this profession, you can tell when actors are out of their element. Taehyung might look at ease, his face schooled and eyes soft as he bows and apologizes quietly to the staff for the delay on his way to the set. You feel the discomfort he’d only slightly showcased on his face earlier still lingering in the air when he takes his place next to you on the couch.

“I’m sorry for my mishap earlier, it won’t happen again,” he tells you as well, the small curve in his lips meant to be apologetic and reassuring, but in reality loaded with unease and discomfort.

“Don’t mention it,” you lay your hand on his knee in understanding, mulling over your next words. “Do you… We could go off script for a bit if it makes you feel more comfortable? I could take the lead so you can ease into this. It’s not easy to just go ahead and do something like this when you’re not familiar with it…”

Taehyung visibly struggles with your proposal, brows creased as he hesitates. “I-I’m not sure if… I mean, what about the script, I…”

He bites his lip, seriously considering it but something holding him back. You figure he just needs a little push.

“Do you trust me?” You ask softly, your hand still soothingly stroking his knee.

Taehyung swallows thickly, gaze briefly flickering to your hand on his knee and back to your eyes where he finds a reassuring, determined gleam shimmering in them.

“I trust you.” He decides with a firm nod of his head, his large hand coming to lay atop yours.

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[confetti-bones]

House of Cards (The End)

Pairing, Hoseok X Reader X Yoongi

Genre, Fluff, Comedy, Angst, College au

Warnings, none

After what happened with Yoongi you haven't bothered leaving your apartment. Feeling heartbroken over everything. Your heart hurts more than it did when Hoseok started dating Ara. 

     Why did I even like Hoseok in the first place? It was so obvious that I should have been with Yoongi. God im so dumb you think as you take a giant bite of icecream. 

   As you sat wallowing in self-pity Jimin kept calling you, and you kept ignoring his calls until he decided to just show up at your apartment.

     "Y/n, why were you ignoring my calls?" Jimin asks as he walks in. He then looks at you and makes a disgusted face.

    "Eww, you need to clean yourself. It looks like you haven't showered for days" 

    "That's because I haven't. Leave me alone Jimin." You say. 

     "What's wrong?"Jimin sighs as he goes to sit next to you on the couch.

     "Yoongi broke up with me" you respond. 

  "Ok? I thought you weren't into Yoongi though?" Jimin says.

    "I wasn't but I fell for him and now it's too late. He found out about the jealousy plan you made up" you say.

    "Oh boy" Jimin responds.

  "Yeah and to make things worse. Hoseok kissed me and then told Yoongi that I kissed him!" You say. 

    "Hoseok kissed you!" Jimin yells. You nod your head.

    "That bastard, he has a girlfriend. The audacity!" Jimin says. You blankly look at Jimin for a few seconds before saying,

    "Jimin you made a plan for me to date Yoongi to make Hoseok jealous, I don't think you can talk…" 

    "Shhh, that's not the point Y/n. Were mad at Hoseok here, not me" Jimin says.

   "Whatever. I don't even want to think about it anymore. Can you just comfort me please?" You say. 

    "Is it time to watch romcoms and finish that ice cream you have there?" Jimin sighs. You nod your head. Jimin then stands up and starts to walk to your kitchen.

    "I'll grab another spoon you pick a movie."

…………………………………………………………..............

    A week later you finally start to show up to classes again. 

     It's hard for you to pay attention to anything your professors are saying during lectures because you're always thinking about what happened with Yoongi. 

    Whenever you see him he always looks sad and tries to ignore you. 

     According to Jimin, all of Yoongi's friends are extremely concerned about him. Whenever he doesn't have class he refuses to leave his apartment or hang out with anyone.  

    Then there's Hoseok who's always around still. He tries to talk to you a lot but you mostly ignore him these days. 

      "Y/n you just need to go to Yoongi's house and makeup with him." Jimin says while the two of you eat lunch in the cafeteria of your college.

     "I don't think he'd want me back." You say. 

   "No I think he'd definitely want you back," says a third voice. You look over to see Taehyung and Jungkook coming to sit down at your table.

    "You should definitely make up with him he's really sad. He actually looks worse than you" Jungkook says. 

    "Excuse me what did you just say?" Jimin asks, while lightly glaring at Jungkook.

    "You heard me, he looks in worse shape over the whole break up then Y/n does, and that says a lot," Jungkook says while taking a bite of his food.

    "Do you want to fight?" Jimin asks. 

  "I would win and you know it short stuff" Jungkook smirks. Jimin Huff's and turns to you again.

    "Welp you heard it from Yoongi's friends, go makeup with him," Jimin says.

    "I don't know.." you respond.

  "Nope. No, 'I don't know'. He's probably at home go right now" Taehyung says.

   "But I have class after this"

  "None of us care. Go." Says Jungkook. You slowly nod your head and stand up.

    "What's his address?" You ask.

    After you get Yoongi's address from the boys you head over to where Yoongi lives to hopefully make up with him.

    Once you get to his apartment you nervously knock on the door and wait for a response. Nothing. So you knock again.

     "Go away!" You hear Yoongi yell through the door.

    "Yoongi it's me, Y/n can we talk?" You ask.

   "No. Go away." Yoongi says quickly. You sigh before knocking on the door again.

    "I won't leave until we talk Yoongi," you say before knocking on the door repeatedly. 

    After a few more seconds the door opens to an exhausted-looking Yoongi.

    "What do you want to talk about?" Yoongi asks.

   "I want to apologize. Can I come in?" You ask. Yoongi shakes his head.

    "Apologize for what? Using me to make my best friend jealous? Or kissing him even though we were dating?" Yoongi asks. 

   "Yoongi come on. Let's just talk this through inside." You beg. Yoongi blankly looks at you for a few seconds before sighing and moving out of the way to let you in. 

    You walk into his apartment and he closes the door behind you as you head towards his couch to sit down. Yoongi walks over and sits on the opposite side of the couch and looks at you.

    "So let's hear it" Yoongi sighs.

   "Umm…. I," you sigh.

   "I?" Yoongi asks with a raised eyebrow.

  "I'm, really sorry about everything Yoongi. I don't know why I did what I did it was stupid, but at the same time I'm glad I did." You say.

    "Your glad?" You nod your head.

  "If I didn't ask you out I wouldn't have realized how great you are. I wouldn't have realized that Hoseok wasn't worth it and I wouldn't have fallen for you. At first, I did start dating you to make Hoseok jealous. I've had a crush on him for a long time and I was jealous of his girlfriend. Jimin said it would be a good idea. But honestly, I stopped caring about Hoseok. After we hung out for the first time just the two of us, when you kissed me it meant something. The next day Hoseok asked me to hang out with him and he admitted to me that Ara was jealous before kissing me. It meant nothing to me. I really am sorry and I hope we can get back together" you say. Yoongi stares at you silently and sighs.

  "Did Hoseok kissing you really mean nothing?" Yoongi asks. You nod your head. 

    "Fine. I'll believe you. But if this happens again were done" Yoongi says. You instantly nod your head and smile before moving over to Yoongi's end of the couch and kissing him all over his face.

    "Wow your really happy about this huh?" Yoongi smiles. 

    "Yeah extremely." You say.

…………………………………………………………..............

    A few months later you and Yoongi are in a happy relationship.

   Hoseok and his girlfriend broke up after she found out he kissed you; Jimin was living happily.

     Your glad you ended up with Yoongi instead of Hoseok, and hopefully, the two of you stay together for a long time.

[justimajin]

Catching a Case of the Doctor Blues ⌠Part 17⌡

⇢ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

⇢ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ (2.7k) Doctor/Surgeon AU, Enemies to Lovers AU

⇢ Summary: When asked about Dr. Kim, a string of beautifully aligned words are ready spew from your lips. You could possibly go on and on about how his wonderful stubbornness wasn’t similar to talking to a brick wall, or how his observation skills were especially great in preparing your blood vessels for a drastic rupture or even how one gracious stare of his nearly had you on the verge of ripping your essential documents in half. But it seems that, perhaps, there was a lot more to Dr. Kim then what meets the eye…

⇢ Warnings: things get a bit...suggestive ;) 

⇢ A/N: I was originally going to use a different gif but he just looks so beautiful in this one. 

⇢ Moodboard Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16

⇢ Updates every Tuesday - next update

The morning light shining on your eyes causes you to keep them squeezed shut when your hand fumbles around for your phone on your table. The object continuously escapes your hand and then falls onto the floor, to which you attempt to move closer but the arms wrapped around your waist and the legs tangled with yours prove to be a huge barrier.

You finally grasp onto it, eyes blinking rapidly when you raise a hand over the screen to decrease the blaring bright light. Your eyes land on the time and suddenly your restless morning is snatched when you realize – its way beyond past the time for you to start work.

You quickly glance over at the man beside you, seemingly content with his dreams as a soft smile rests on his lips, hair ruffled and tousled but his iron grip on you still remains. It’s a beautiful sight and it breaks you on the inside a bit knowing you’ll have to disturb it.

“Dr-“ You stop yourself, “Taehyung.” You whisper and he shuffles for a moment, but then goes back to sleep.

“Taehyung.” You whisper louder this time and shake his shoulder to which he brings you closer and nuzzles his face into your neck. You try your hardest to ignore the creeping blush on your cheeks.

“Taehyung, we’re going to be late for work!”

He groans, very well aware of your situation but refusing to do anything about it.  He suddenly brings you closer and then he whispers in your ear, “Y/N.”

The quiver that runs through you is immediate and you’re at a loss of words until his voice comes out in a pained sound, “My head hurts a lot.”

He slumps back down and whines, burying himself further into your neck and you roll your eyes. Reaching over to grab the medicine from yesterday, you hand it over to him, “Here take one and then we can get ready.” You whisper and his hand slowly inches over to grab it.

You then attempt to get off of the couch but underestimate the size of it, causing you to stumble off as a yelp escapes you. You wonder how on earth both of you managed to fit together onto it but then again, you were glued to each other the entire night.

You quickly shake the thought away before you can get flustered and turn around, only to witness the wonderful mess Taehyung’s hair and shirt were in.

“What?” He questions when you burst out laughing and you shake your head.

“Nothing.” You point over to your bathroom, “You might want to freshen up a bit.”

He gives you a bizarre look and then shuffles towards it, letting out a horrendous sound when he sees his own appearance in the mirror and you’re left laughing until tears form once again.

Thankfully, no one questions why you and Taehyung arrived late.

You assume its because he wasn’t the only one that had been intoxicated, especially after what Jimin had ordered for everyone in which you do not want to know what exactly was in those drinks. As you had passed by the hallways, many sleepy and exhausted eyes even greeted you.

Taehyung is the same way until his headache finally fades away and he isn’t grimacing in pain every couple of minutes.

But as you question him in concern, he has…rather some interesting ways you could help him wake up.

“Taehyung!” You harshly say within the dark office, “You’re going to get us fired!”

“Shhh.” He coaxes you, bringing your arms gently around his neck, “No one is going to find out.”

His arms are around your waist as he leans forward in his office chair, holding you upright where you sit on top of his lap. He attacks your lips with fervor and leaves you heaving for any oxygen when his hands slowly trail down, resting on your thighs.

He begins his own assault on your neck, leaving blooming marks as he goes on and you harshly bite down on your bottom lip to hush down the sounds threatening to escape. It’s even worse when he smirks seeing you like this, flustered and trying not to mewl at him touching you.

He looks at you the same dark, hooded gaze you have but then the high pitch of familiar voices causes you to freeze.

“I haven’t really seen Y/N around either!” Jimin exclaims.

“Dr. L/N and Dr. Kim dropped me off home before leaving. I’m not sure what happened after then…” Jungkook says with uncertainty, but then the sound of their footsteps grows and instantly you look at each other with fear deep in your eyes.

The scene changes with a flash; the doorknob slowly turns and the door is wide open when the two individuals step in. But their reaction isn’t the one you had been expecting, rather its filled with confusion instead.

“Y/N?” Jimin questions and you look up at him, acting focused on the handful of random papers in your hand. Yet the one thing he can’t really understand well, is that fact that you’re sitting on the floor doing this.

“Dr. Kim?” Jungkook pitches out and the doctor has the same serious expression he usually adorns, sitting in his seat looking over some papers.

The both of them stare at you in silence and as the seconds tick by, you grow more and more anxious with the slow inching of your coat to cover your neck or Dr. Kim’s rotating of his papers that he didn’t realize were in fact, upside down.

“What happened to you yesterday?” Jimin inquires, a suspicious glance in his eyes.

“I dropped Jungkook and Dr. Kim off.” You state, a firm clear answer coming out, “Then I went home.”

“I see…” Is all Jimin has to say, glancing one more time at the two of you before putting an arm around Jungkook, “We’ll get going now, see you later.”

Jungkook smiles and waves at you, causing you to wave back as they leave and the door shuts close.

Silence lingers in the room, no one daring to speak up as the entire shock of the situation is still sinking in. But then the laughter soon resonates in the room, with Taehyung bashfully covering his red face and you rolling your eyes.

“Really?!” You ask, painfully getting up, “Throwing me on the floor wasn’t going to be obvious??”

“I had to do something!” He defends, getting up to hold your arm, “Are you okay?”

“I am now.” You retort, “You know you could have grabbed today’s documentation instead of last week’s!”

“I panicked!” He shuffles through the other papers on his desks and sighs, “Found them.” They were left in the far corner of his table, but sadly he didn’t realize in time. “At least you could read your papers.” He shows you what he had picked up and tears are starting to form in your eyes from laughing so hard.

“I think we should be careful from now on…” He hums in agreement, but then tugs you closer to him.

“Or we could just continue…” A smirk adorns his lips but you step back from him with your hands raised.

“Oh no! I am not risking losing my job again.” You walk to the door, “I’m going back to work!”

This was a bad idea, you think once you leave the room, and keeping your relationship silent was the best way to go about it.

It seems like listening to your head was the last thing you wanted to do however.

Everything escalates dramatically from the one incident, whether it was hiding behind office doors or even sneaking out to the storage room, you can’t seem to get enough of each other. You suppose its because you both work long hours in the hospital and getting the opportunity to see other at a place other than work was such a rare instance.

But it leaves you with many awkward and unpleasant situations, making you want to cover your face when you’re in a breathless and flustered state attempting to have a conversation with a curious Yoongi.

“Here.” He hands you the documents you had requested for a shared patient and you just nod, not trusting your own voice.

“I won’t tell anyone.” He suddenly says and your heartbeat accelerates.

“W-what?”

“You and Dr. Kim. I won’t tell anyone.” An amused smile crosses him, “The closet isn’t exactly soundproof.”

He walks away and you’re left stumbling for any words, but then a hand reaches out and you’re soon being dragged back in.

“Who was it?” He whispers, his eyes attempting to see outside without being obvious.

“Yoongi…I think he knows.”

“What?” Pure horror is on his face and you almost want to laugh at the wide range of expressions the man has kept hidden away. “He might tell the others or he might tell keep it to himself. We don’t know for sure yet but if we-“

“Taehyung.” You whisper when the man is going into his own fit of rambling and you lace your hand with his, attempting to soothe down his frenzy.

“I don’t know if hiding this is going to help anymore.” You admit, worrying about the consequences.

He lets out a loud sigh, “So do you want to tell them?” He walks closer to you, observing your reaction.

“I just…” You bite your lower lip, “I just don’t want it turning into a big deal.”

“It’ll turn into one regardless, I mean,” He chuckles, “We were so well known for hating each other.”

You laugh at that, wondering how long it had taken for that feeling to dissolve and for this new one to emerge. “But we won’t have to hide all the time then.” He honestly admits and you hum in agreement.

It was even moments like this - wanting to be naturally close to one another - but it felt like everyone’s eyes were stuck on every single thing you did. You shake your head, “Let’s tell them then.”

A hesitant knock resonates on the door when you swallow down the lump lodged in your throat and attempt to ease your hands that are fumbling with the sleeve of your coat. The door cracks open and you try to paint on a sincere smile.

“Y/N?” Jimin asks, his hair considerably ruffled like he had been racking his hand in it constantly. 

“Can I come in?” You inwardly sigh, knowing that you never ask for the request of stepping inside but it was different now, “I wanted to tell you something.”

You assumed it would be easier to tell Jimin first. After all, he’s probably had his own suspicions on the matter and it feels better to just tell one person instead of broadcasting it to everyone else.

“Yeah, of course, sure.” He opens the door and closes it, carefully walking over to you, “I wanted to talk to you about something too…”

He runs a hand through his hair again and you raise an eyebrow. “Wanted to tell me something?”

“I…” He leans down in his chair, clasping his hands, “I like someone.”

You blink for a moment, wondering if Jimin had really said those words or they had loosely slipped out from you.

“Congrats.” You say with a smile, “Is it Chaeyoung?”

“Yeah…” He trails off, staring into the blank air.

“Jimin?” You ask and he immediately hums, diverting his attention back on you, “You don’t seem so happy about it.”

“I don’t?” He stiffens, “Oh uh, I guess…I’m not sure of what to do.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not…” He clamps down his mouth, lips pursuing.

“You’re not…?”

“I’m not so experienced with l-liking someone…” His cheeks immediately flush out and he stares down at his hands.

“Not so experienced?”

You can’t fathom the words he’s actually saying to you. Jimin was always considered to be better at getting with someone compared to you and Yoongi, with instances of the two of you marveling on how he could easily get girls to fall for him and have them wrapped around his fingers. The trait often gotten him into trouble many times and it was then you and Yoongi had to step in to get him out of it.

And that same Park Jimin is telling you that he isn’t experienced with crushing on someone.

He shakes his head, “I’m not.”

You narrow your eyes when he stiffens away from you and you know he only gets like this when he’s trying to hide something. “Then all those girls….” You begin, hoping he would interject, “In college….at work….”

He grimaces and you catch onto it right away, “Did you ever like any of them? Or was it just hooking up?”

“It was neither.” He turns away from you.  

“What?”

“Those girls were never interested in me to begin with.” He bitterly states out, “They only liked me when I said what they wanted to hear.”

The words are lost in your throat, never actually seeing your friend…look broken. “So you’ve never been with anyone before…”

He shakes his head, “That’s why this is different. I don’t want to mess up.”

“You won’t Jimin.” He stills in that glum state when you bring him to look at you, “Listen to me. You’re annoying. Like really annoying. Sometimes I wonder if I should make a list on ways to make you shut up.” He glares at you with that, but you continue, “But I know there’s a good guy underneath all that. The same guy that stayed with me when I was missing my mom in the dorms and crying my eyeballs out. The same guy that helped Yoongi when he had dislocated his shoulder and took him to the hospital. The same guy that spent nights helping us study and bringing us snacks to encourage us!”

“You don’t realize this Jimin, but you’re a great friend.” You softly smile at him and he returns it, “And I don’t see a reason why Chaeyoung wouldn’t like the real Park Jimin either.”

“Thank Y/N.” He says, a giant smile on his face when he leans back in his chair with a relieved sigh, “Wow I really needed that.”

“You weren’t being annoying for once so it was easy to tell something was up.” You remark and he frowns at you.

But his eyes instantly snap, “Did you need to tell me something too?”

“Oh well…” Your eyes suddenly flicker, “Yoongi isn’t the only person in a relationship…”

Jimin eyes suddenly widen and the door opens with an excited Jungkook and a smiling Taehyung strolling behind him.

“Dr. Park did you know?! Dr. Kim and Dr. L/N are together now!”

Jimin’s jaw drops down when you attempt to cover your face at the news announcement but it quickly morphs into his playful teasing. “So,” He strolls his chair closer to you, “You’re a couple now, hmm?”

“Yes we are.” You say, rolling your eyes but still blushing.

“Have you guys made it to fourth base yet?” He whispers, wiggling his eyebrows and now you’re completely flustered.

“W-what? N-No!” You harshly whisper back, “You haven’t even made it to first base yet!”

He dramatically gasps, “Y/N!”

“You just admitted to me that you’ve been a virgin all these years! Why are you even surprised?” You whisper and then scoff.

“So what?! You’re a virgin too!” His voice raises too many decimals when the words echo off the walls and then dip into silence.

You’re about to get him back for that, but another voice speaks up.

“She won’t be for long.”

Jimin hollers loudly before bursting into a chain of laughs and Jungkook spits out the banana milk he was sipping on when Taehyung shoots you a small smirk. Suddenly you’ve lost all capability to properly speak and the alarming, violent shades of red continue to bloom on your cheeks as you avoid his gaze.