#but there's basically only one camera angle here and it's always on his face

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Aziraphale in the pub | [Crowley]

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sweetdreams - Nicholas Alexander Chavez x fem!reader

summary: Aching for some release, Nicholas finds himself browsing a cam site and stops dead when he recognizes a familiar bedroom on one of the thumbnails.

warnings: 18+, camgirl, masturbation, exhibitionism

required listening: n/a

word count: 6,195

a/n: eek, I've been sitting on this one for a bit - I'm not even sure why. but I like it, it was fun to write LMAO also rip TikTok. I deleted the app over a year ago bc it destroyed my brain but ik lots of ppl still love that app so rip I guess. anyway lmk if you liked this one! I have a few more fics but idkkkk

reblogs, likes, and replies are greatly appreciated and let me know if you'd like to see more!

The glow of my laptop screen on the bed illuminated the cozy pale purple walls of my bedroom. The fairy lights hanging along the fabric draping the backside of my bed added a soft warmth to the otherwise dimly lit space with a few tapered candles here and there on my nightstand and dresser to set the mood. I adjusted the camera perched on the tripod next to my desk, angling it toward my bed where the sheets were already perfectly rumpled by design.

I didn't do it because I needed the money. I always paid my bills on time — rent, utilities, student loans, cellphone, gas, insurance, and groceries — but my entire paycheck would go to just that. And no matter how much I tried to break up my checks or stagger payment dates, the same thing always happened: I never had enough money to splurge on myself. I wanted the money. So bad.

There were so many things I wanted to buy for myself, so many trips and concerts and restaurants I wanted to be able to experience, but I never could, not unless I saved up the little leftover money I’d have for myself for months and months at a time just to be able to accompany my friends to a mid-scale restaurant. It was a little embarrassing for me, frankly. I just wanted to be able to be with them during all those moments, not sitting at home bored with incredible FOMO.

That’s why I decided to start camming on the side.

I didn’t do it frequently, just when I anticipated buying something I had been wanting — like a nice pair of boots or some furniture — or wanted to go out with friends, and it wasn’t an easy decision for me to make either. I spent close to a year mulling it over, really weighing my options, and honestly, it was the only one I was comfortable enough to explore, surprisingly.

I mean, I masturbated anyway. It was in the privacy of my room with no audience, sure, but why do something for free when you could be making some money out of it? And all I had to do to hide my identity was get a second bank account, move all of the identifying pictures out of the way, buy myself a nice, sexy mask that obscured a majority of my face, and stream on an out-of-the-way cam site I was sure most of the people in my life would not be privy to.

At first, it was incredibly intimidating. My sex life was borderline nonexistent, and I was basically about to expose myself to strangers on the internet. I could barely speak during my first stream, but over time I became more comfortable with my movements and my voice — almost confident, even. But that didn’t mean I still didn’t get nervous before every stream, like now.

As I laid on my bed and pulled the black lace mask over my face, I let out a slow, steadying breath, fingers hovering over the trackpad of my laptop, the cursor teasing the ‘Go Live’ button. And then I clicked it. 

sweetdream is live.

On the other side of town, Nicholas came home exhausted, but most of all frustrated. Shooting had been absolutely brutal this week, and the constant tension in his body was driving him insane. It didn’t help that he barely had any time to go out with his friends or even entertain the girls in his DMs and maybe hook up with one of them to blow off some steam.

But he didn’t want to deal with any of that right now. He was just so exhausted; how could he possibly have the energy to even pretend to be interested in whatever conversation his friends or those girls had to say? He wanted something here, something now.

Nicholas tossed his keys onto the kitchen counter and kicked off his shoes, running a hand through his hair as he made his way over to the fridge and reached in for a nice, cold beer before retreating to his room. The familiar solitude of his apartment felt suffocating tonight, the silence amplifying the ache in his chest and the tension coiling low in his stomach. He threw himself onto his bed, letting out a quiet groan as he reached for his laptop on the nightstand and set down his beer with a dull thud.

He hadn’t forayed into the world of internet porn in over month, but he did it like clockwork — reaching into his nightstand drawer for his wired headphones and sticking them into his MacBook’s audio jack before carefully placing the laptop over his thighs and waking it to life.

Nicholas’s fingers hovered over the keyboard as his thumb rubbed over the trackpad, opening a private window and typing in all of the familiar site names — PornHub, Xhamster, XVideos, hell, even XNXX. He scrolled for a bit on each, hoping at least one video might catch his attention and fully awaken his half-hard cock, but none of them were hitting the way he wanted — needed — tonight.

They all seemed too polished, now. Way too much makeup and studio lights. Makeup and studio lights was all he worked with on set, and the last thing he wanted was to jerk off to work. Frustrated, he closed the tabs one by one. He needed something different — something raw, something real.

He didn’t visit cam sites often, but when he did, they delivered exactly what he was looking for. Something authentic. So, without any hesitation, he clicked through his bookmarks and clicked the out-of-the-way cam site he had come across months and months ago deep in the pages of Google.

Nicholas leaned back against the headboard, the familiar homepage of the cam site loading in front of him, colorful and bright and borderline blinding, the screen illuminating his face and reflecting off his wooden headboard. A variety of thumbnails greeted him, showing live streams in progress. Women of all shapes and sizes, their expressions ranging from coy to confident, teasing the camera.

He scrolled lazily past the wall of endless thumbnails, picking up his beer and taking a lazy swig as he sifted through, trying to find someone who caught his eye. Most were the same: over-the-top angles, exaggerated expressions. They all felt…off. Too staged. Too fake. They all blurred together, until one made him stop dead in his tracks.

His thumb froze mid-scroll, and he nearly choked on his beer, setting the bottle back down on his nightstand as he stared at the screen, his eyebrows furrowed at the tiny square. His cursor hovered over the thumbnail, magnifying it just a smidge.

The thumbnail was simple — cozy lighting, a tidy bedroom with a familiar-looking duvet cover, and a girl wearing a delicate pink satin lingerie set, her face obscured by a lace mask that looked like it had been plucked right out of a Venetian mask shop during Carnival. The room in the background had pale lavender walls, warm fairy lights adorning the wall where the headboard of the bed would be, and candles flickering in the background. It was all familiar. Way too familiar.

“No fucking way,” he muttered under his breath, the words rumbling at the back of his throat.

He leaned closer to the screen, his heart pounding in his chest. His fingers twitched over the trackpad before he clicked, the stream loading painfully slow as the rainbow wheel spun. He held his breath, his entire body tense as he waited for the image to appear.

And when it did, his stomach dropped.

It was her.

It was me.

The shy, sweet, (Y/N) he’d known for years. The girl who blushed when someone so much as mentioned a sex scene in a movie. The same girl who stumbled over her words anytime he called me ‘baby’ in that teasing tone he so loved to use. The girl that hasn’t been on so much as a real date in the time he’s known her.

I was sitting there on his screen, laying on my side and propping myself up by the elbow, dressed in soft pink satin lingerie, my body glowing under the warm light of my bedroom as I read chat. 

Nicholas’s breath caught in his throat, his heart hammering so loudly in his chest that he was certain it would burst. His eyes were glued to the screen, unwilling — or unable — to look away. He leaned in closer, the reality of what he was seeing crashing into him like a freight train.

My fingers lightly traced the satin straps of my bra, my voice soft as I spoke to the camera. The black lace mask obscured the top half of my face, but there was no mistaking it — it was me. My voice, my laugh, my nervous little gestures.

“My day was fine; thank you for asking,” I sheepishly smiled as I read a comment from chat, my finger tracing down to my leg, idly trailing up and down my hip, my voice thrumming through Nicholas’s headphones loud and clear.

“What the fuck,” Nicholas whispered to himself, his hand clenching into a fist against his thigh. He wasn’t half-hard anymore; he was hard as a fucking rock.

The chat on my screen lit up with messages, dozens of anonymous names firing off compliments, tips, and lewd suggestions. Nicholas’s stomach churned, a mix of guilt, confusion, and something darker coiling low in his gut. 

He should have closed the tab — hell, he should’ve slammed the laptop shut and never spoken of this to anyone — but he didn’t. Instead, he turned up the volume and watched.

Nicholas’s mind raced as he stared at the screen, unable to tear his eyes away. He should’ve stopped. Should’ve closed the tab. Should’ve shoved the laptop away. Hell, throw it across the room if that’s what it took to stop watching. But he didn’t.

Instead, his hand drifted lower, instinct overriding logic as his cock strained painfully against the fabric of his sweatpants.

I shifted on the bed, sitting back on my heels, the delicate pink satin stretching over my body as I leaned closer to the camera. My fingers brushed the lace of my mask before trailing down to the straps of my bra, teasing the edge.

“Let’s see,” I murmured, scanning the chat, my voice carrying a nervous lilt. “You want me to take my time tonight, huh?”

The chat box on my screen lit up with requests and donations, the little dings echoing faintly in the background. I leaned forward, my cleavage filling the frame as I adjusted the camera slightly.

“Thank you for the tip, Anonymous,” I said shyly, a smile tugging at my lips.

Nicholas’s chest tightened as his cock stirred in his jeans. He couldn’t tear his eyes away. The idea of me, his quiet, unassuming friend, doing something like this was utterly surreal, utterly impossible. It was impossibly hot.

Johnny88 donated $100: take off ur bra

The moment the donation notification lit up the chat, Nicholas’s jaw clenched. His hand froze mid-motion, hovering over the waistband of his sweatpants.

$100.

The chat was eating it up, emojis flooding the stream, accompanied by crude, explicit comments urging me to follow through. I hesitated for a moment, looking at the message on my laptop screen, my expression shy but playful.

“Wow… Thank you, Johnny88,” I murmured, my voice soft but steady, betraying a nervous edge. “Guess I don’t want to disappoint, huh?”

Nicholas’s breathing deepened, his cock aching as he watched me slowly slide the straps of my bra off my shoulders, my fingers trembling slightly as they trailed over my skin. I glanced at the chat again, clearly gauging my audience’s reaction.

His stomach churned with something primal, a mix of possessiveness and desire that made his head spin. He wanted to hate himself for watching, for indulging in this, but the truth was, he was riveted. Every little movement, every shy smile, every flicker of hesitation only made it worse. And then my hands reached around my back to undo the clasp and the bra came off.

Nicholas groaned under his breath as the satin slid down my arms, revealing my bare chest to the camera. My hands instinctively moved to cover myself at first, but then, slowly, I let them drop, exposing myself completely.

I bit my lip, my hand beginning to knead at my breast, a little whimper escaping my lips as I pinched my hard nipple. “Is this what you wanted?” I asked, almost teasingly.

Nicholas’s breathing hitched, his hand clenching into a fist against the mattress as his other slowly moved to hook itself around his waistband. The sound of my voice, soft and teasing, sent a jolt straight through him. He felt like the biggest fucking pervert alive, but he couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to.

My fingers teased the hem of my panties, my hand brushing over the top of my center as I sat on my knees in front of the camera, waiting for a little more donations to roll in before deciding to pull them off. 

Nicholas’s hand trembled slightly as he lifted his hips up slightly to pull down his sweatpants along with his Nike briefs to free himself, his throbbing erection springing out. He hated himself for how hard he was, for the way his body reacted to every soft, breathy sound I made, but god, he was transfixed, his eyes locked on the screen as I teased the camera, my fingers toying with the waistband of my panties.

The sound of a new donation chimed through the speakers. Another request. My eyes flicked to the laptop screen, and a shy smile curled on my lips as I read the message aloud.

“Anonymous tipped $100. Hmm…” I hesitated, my voice dropping to a near whisper. “Panties off, huh?”

Nicholas’s jaw clenched as I kneeled in front of the camera, my chest moving out of the top of the frame as the image of my panties filled the screen. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and tugged them down just enough to tease. My movements were deliberate, slow, and sensual, and Nicholas’s hand moved instinctively to wrap his pulsing length.

I slipped the panties lower, finally revealing myself completely to the camera. I maneuvered myself on the bed to pull my underwear out from under my feet before dangling it in front of the camera to show my viewers the large damp spot, quietly giggling. “God, look how wet I am already,” I whispered, more to myself than to my audience.

The chat exploded with comments. Compliments, pleas, and donations rolled in, but Nicholas barely registered them. He groaned, his hand tightening around his cock as he watched me. “Fuck, (Y/N),” he muttered under his breath, his voice thick with arousal as he started to stroke himself, his eyes fluttering shut before opening again. The sight of me, naked and confident, teasing the camera with that shy giggle, had him utterly captivated.

I reached for something out of frame, my trustee delicate pale pink rabbit vibrator, and settled back on the bed, glancing at the camera with a shy, almost apologetic smile. “I thought I’d… try something new tonight,” you said, your voice trembling just enough to make his cock ache.

Nicholas couldn’t help the groan that rumbled low in his throat as he watched me turn the vibrator over in my hands, inspecting it like it was new to me, even though I knew exactly what I was doing. Every movement was calculated to tease, to entice, and fuck, it was working.

His strokes quickened as I brought the toy closer to my mouth, running my tongue over the tip before sucking it gently. His eyes darkened, his breathing heavy as he imagined those soft lips of mine wrapped around him instead.

Love69 donated $50: wish that was me

“Fuck off,” Nicholas gritted his teeth at the donation, his jaw tightening as his hand worked his cock faster, the sight of me teasing the camera sending a wave of heat straight through him. The jealousy coiled low in his gut as the chat lit up with messages, strangers clamoring for my attention, showering me with tips and crude remarks.

The donation pulled a soft, breathy laugh from my lips, and I tilted my head, looking directly at the camera. “Oh, do you?” I murmured, my voice dripping with a mix of innocence and teasing. I ran my tongue along the length of the vibrator again, swirling it slowly before pulling it away, letting it hover just above my lips. “Sorry, Love. I’m imagining someone else.”

Nicholas froze, his hand gripping his cock mid-stroke as the words left my lips. The soft, teasing tone in my voice sent a shiver through his entire body, but it was the words themselves that hit him like a truck. The idea of me thinking about someone else while putting on this show, teasing, and playing for the camera — it was both maddening and painfully arousing.

His jaw clenched, and a low, guttural sound rumbled from his throat as he stroked himself harder, his frustration and desire tangling into something almost primal.

Who the fuck was I imagining?

The thought shouldn’t have mattered. This was a fantasy, an act. I was catering to an audience of strangers, faceless men who threw money at me for a show. But the way I said it — the soft lilt in my voice, the way I bit my lip, my eyes flicking to the camera with a hint of mischief — felt too real. It felt personal.

With his free hand, Nicholas reached into the front pocket of his sweatpants, fumbling to pull out his wallet. “Let’s make you talk, baby,” he whispered to himself as he pulled out his debit card with one hand, placing it between his teeth as he tossed his wallet aside.

Nicholas’s fingers trembled as he typed in his card information, his chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. He’d never done this before — never donated, never left any comments in chats, never tried to interact with anyone on these sites — but tonight was different. I was different. He needed to know. He needed to push.

His cursor hovered over the donation button for a moment before he clicked it, his heart pounding in his chest as he typed out his message. It wasn’t flashy or crude like the others; it was pointed, deliberate. He hit send.

NC17 donated $50: Who are you imagining, baby?

The donation notification popped up on my screen, and I froze, my eyes widening slightly behind the lace mask. I could feel the flush on my neck creep to my cheeks. Nicholas smirked, his hand wrapping around his cock again as he watched me squirm. He could tell I was thrown off, that the question had hit a little too close to home. The way I hesitated, the slight nervous laugh — it only made him harder.

I shifted on the bed, the rabbit vibrator still in my hand as I trailed it over my nipple, glancing at the chat hesitantly. “NC17, thank you,” I smiled nervously, a tiny moan escaping my lips as the vibrator worked the tip of my nipple on a low setting before dragging it down my stomach, then between my legs. “That’s a secret,” I replied breathily before smiling softly, “Funny username, though,” my voice had softened, carrying a teasing edge, but Nicholas caught the crack in it.

Nicholas’s smirk deepened, his hand moving faster along his length as he watched me squirm on screen. That crack in my voice wasn’t just from the teasing act — I  was flustered, genuinely caught off guard, and that knowledge sent a rush of satisfaction through him.

Funny username, huh? Of course, I wouldn’t recognize it. But he’d made me pause.

Nicholas’s free hand hovered over the keyboard again. His initial hesitation was gone now, replaced with something more daring, more possessive. He wanted to push further, wanted to see just how much I would let slip under the guise of anonymity.

NC17 donated $100: Spread those legs wider, baby. Does he know you think about him?

I bit my lip at the donation, my cheeks boiling hot as I obliged the viewer’s request. I spread my legs at the knees, giving the camera a perfect view of my my self. Nicholas’s breath hitched as he watched her glistening folds on full display. I let out a soft, shaky moan as I spread myself open with one hand and led the vibrator to my clit with the other. “No, he doesn’t,” I moaned as my eyes fluttered shut, my back arching against the pillows.

Nicholas groaned audibly at the sound of my voice vibrating in his ears, his hand gripping his cock with a newfound intensity as the words left my mouth. The admission echoed in his head, feeding the dark coil of desire and jealousy tightening in his chest. His strokes quickened as he watched me writhe on the screen, the vibrator pressed against my swollen clit as I let out a series of soft, breathy moans.

The possessiveness inside him surged. He couldn’t stop himself now, couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way my body moved, from the way I responded to the toy teasing me mercilessly. His free hand hovered over the keyboard, his need to push me further overriding any guilt or hesitation he might have felt.

NC17 donated $100: do you know him?

I read the donation but threw my head back in pleasure before I could answer, audibly moaning at the sensation of the vibrator circling my entrance while my free hand kneaded at my breast. “Uh-huh,” I whimpered.

ilike2fuck: stretch yourself out

cheekybasstard: god ur so perfect

m1lfluvr: fuuuck

Nicholas’s breath caught as he saw me falter, my body arching on the bed as I moaned in response to the chat’s demands. His grip tightened on himself, his strokes growing more erratic as he watched the screen. The way I answered his question, breathless and soft, set his mind ablaze. The way I whimpered, the way I let the vibrator tease me, was driving him insane. He wasn’t just watching now — he was consuming me, feeding on every sound, every movement.

My hands stilled for a moment, and I reached off-screen, grabbing a small bottle of lube from my nightstand. The slick sound of it being poured into my hand sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through Nicholas’s body, his cock twitching in his hand as he watched me stroke the vibrator with the jelly. “Not that I need it, but it never hurts,” I spoke quietly as I watched my hand spread the jelly over my cute toy.

“Shit,” Nicholas groaned through gritted teeth, his thumb brushing over the swollen head of his cock with every slick stroke.

His mind was racing, trying to piece my answer together. His stomach twisted with a mix of jealousy, desire, and something dangerously close to satisfaction. I knew him, whoever he was. Was it someone I worked with? Someone in our mutual circle? Or — god forbid — someone I was secretly seeing? The idea made his grip tighten, his strokes becoming rougher as his possessiveness took over.

His fingers flew over the keyboard, barely giving himself a moment to think.

NC17 donated $100: Tell me about him.

I leaned back against the pillows as I silently read his donation, the vibrator gliding slowly over my folds before dipping inside, my moan trembling and raw. “Fuck,” I whimpered, throwing my head back as my mouth fell open. “He’s… so fucking hot,” I breathed through my moans, inserting the entire vibrator into myself slowly before taking it out again and repeating the process. “God, so hot.”

The chat erupted in a flurry of commands and compliments, the dings of donations coming in a constant rhythm.

Nicholas’s jaw clenched as I moaned those words, his strokes faltering for a second before he tightened his grip and picked up his pace.

So fucking hot.

The way I said it, the way my voice cracked and my body arched on the screen, sent a surge of heat through him. But the thought of who I was talking about — the mystery man in my head — had his chest tightening with jealousy.

“Not good enough,” Nicholas muttered to himself, his eyes darkening as he watched me keep my answers vague.

His hand paused on his cock as he stared at the screen, his breathing heavy. His free hand hovered over the keyboard, typing furiously before sending another donation.

NC17 donated $150: What does he do to make you so wet?

Johnny88 donated $100: fuck yourself from behind

Nicholas’s jaw was tight as his donation slid to the top of the chat in bold. He watched my lips curl into a small smile, my cheeks flushing as I rolled myself over on my knees, lifting my hips in the air while I rested my face on the pillows, back arched to the max. I angled my head to look back over my shoulder to keep reading chat while I guided my vibrator under me, giving the camera the most salacious angle as I continued working myself.

“He’s so fucking cocky,” I whimpered, the words spilling from my lips as the toy disappeared inside me. “And he always calls me ‘baby.’”

Nicholas’s head fell back against the headboard at my confession, his free hand gripping the sheets beside him as he watched me. It was him. I was talking about him. And the realization sent a jolt of primal desire coursing through his body.

His strokes grew faster, more desperate, as I buried the vibrator inside me, my body trembling slightly with the sensation. My moans started to grow louder, more uninhibited. I whimpered, my free hand gripping the sheets as I teetered on the edge. “Shit,” I gasped, my body arching as I pushed the vibrator even deeper, the pleasure overwhelming. “Yes, yes—oh, fuck. Right there.”

Nicholas clenched his jaw, his strokes matching the rhythm of my movements on screen. His chest heaved, his mind consumed by the image of me — his sweet, shy friend — coming apart in front of him. Every moan, every gasp, every broken cry of pleasure drove him closer to the edge.

“God— sh—,” he groaned under his breath, his hand tightening around his dick. He muttered endless curses under his breath as I thrusted the vibrator in and out, my glistening slickness catching the light from my laptop and candles just perfectly. He couldn’t stop. Not now.

On screen, my body tensed, my back arching as the vibrator brought me closer and closer to release. “God, yes,” I whimpered, my voice trembling. “He’s so—fuck—so perfect.”

Nicholas’s eyes darkened, his grip tightening as he leaned closer to the screen, his other hand trembling as he typed another message, desperate to push me further.

NC17 donated $200: Tell me how you want him, baby.

The donation notification flashed on the screen, bold and demanding. My breath hitched audibly, my gaze flicking to the chat. My cheeks flushed behind the mask, my lips parting as if to speak, but the words caught in my throat.

The chat exploded with messages, urging me to answer, but Nicholas only cared about one thing — my reaction. He could see the hesitation, the nervous flicker in my expression as I glanced at the camera. And then, finally, I spoke.

“I want him everywhere,” I whispered, my voice breathy and raw. My free hand trembled as it gripped the sheets tighter. “I want him to kiss me, touch me, take control… I want him to fuck me so hard I forget my own name.”

Nicholas let out a low, guttural groan, his hips bucking into his hand as my words pushed him to the brink. I whimpered on screen, my body trembling as the vibrator worked me relentlessly. “Yes,” I gasped, my voice breaking as I teetered on the edge. “Fuck—I’m all his. Only his. S-so close,” I muffled into the pillows.

Nicholas’s strokes grew frantic, his breathing ragged as he felt himself losing control. He couldn’t stop now, not when I was so close, not when the thought of being the one to make me fall apart consumed him.

NC17 donated $500: say his name when you finish and I’ll double it

My moans hitched at the sight of the donation flashing across the screen. My chest heaved as I pressed the vibrator even harder against myself, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my body. The chat went wild, messages flooding in, but all I could focus on was that one donation — that one command.

Say his name.

My fingers trembled, my grip on the toy faltering for a moment as I let out a shaky breath. My body burned with pleasure, my mind spinning with a thousand thoughts, and yet, all of them led back to him. My lips parted, but no sound came out at first. The knot in my stomach tightened, my thighs quivering as I teetered on the edge of release.

Nicholas’s hand froze mid-stroke, his entire body tense and his cock pulsing — begging for friction — as he waited. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his heart pounding like a drum in his ears. He leaned closer to the screen, his grip on himself almost painful as he hung on to my every movement, every sound.

“Come on, baby,” he whispered under his breath, continuing to stroke himself slowly as he leaned back against the pillows. “Say it. Say my fucking name. I know you can do it.”

My entire body trembled, the heat building inside me threatening to consume every last thought in my mind. The chat blurred in my peripheral vision as my head fell back, a low, guttural moan escaping my lips. The vibrator pulsed against my clit, my hips moving in time with its rhythm as I teetered dangerously close to the edge.

Nicholas’s name burned on the tip of my tongue, the demand in the donation rattling around in my head. The promise of doubling the already insane amount made my breath hitch, but it wasn’t just about the money — it was him. His name. The thought of saying it out loud while I came, letting it slip for somebody’s entertainment when I have only ever yelled it for myself, made my pulse race.

I gasped sharply, my hips bucking as the vibrator hit just the right spot. “Yes,” I moaned, my voice high and breathy, trembling with need. My free hand gripped the sheets tighter, my body writhing on the bed as I edged closer and closer. “Oh, fuck. I’m—”

Nicholas clenched his jaw, his strokes quickening. His cock throbbed in his hand, pre-cum slicking his length as he watched me come undone. The chat was exploding with comments, but he didn’t care about any of them. All he cared about was me — and that donation.

I buried my face in the pillow for a moment, muffling a desperate, trembling moan as the vibrations coursed through me, pushing me closer to the edge. My entire body was taut, teetering between pleasure and release, the tension unbearable. Lifting my head slightly, I turned toward the camera, my cheeks flushed deep red beneath the lace mask.

And then it happened.

The knot in my stomach snapped, and a loud, raw cry tore from my lips. My body arched, every muscle trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over me. “Nicholas!” I cried out, my voice breaking as I came, his name spilling from my lips like it was the most natural thing in the world, because it was. My entire body convulsed and dropped onto the bed, violently trembling from pure pleasure.

Nicholas froze, his entire body locking up as the sound of his name filled his headphones. “I—Fuck!” Nicholas’s eyes fluttered shut as he growled, his hand gripping himself tightly as my orgasm unraveled in front of him. My moans, my trembling thighs, the way I arched my back and collapsed onto the bed in the aftershocks — it was too much, and he let go.

A guttural groan tore from his throat, his cock twitching in his hand as he came, his release spilling over his fist and shirt in hot, sticky spurts. His head fell back against the headboard, his breathing ragged and heart pounding against his ribs as he rode out the waves of his orgasm, utterly spent. “Good girl,” he quietly panted.

When he opened his eyes, I was still trembling and avoiding the camera’s gaze, my body slowly relaxing as I came down from the high. My cheeks were flushed, my breathing heavy, my hair a little mussed from the mask’s elastic band slipping off just so, and there was a small, satisfied smile tugging at my lips. “Fuck, that was amazing,” I whispered.

Nicholas reached for a box of tissues on his nightstand and wiped his hand and tried to clean as much of his shirt as he could, then reached for the beer bottle on his nightstand and took a swig to quench his thirst, a small smirk on the corner of his lips.

I reached for a tissue from the nightstand, cleaning up the toy and myself before glancing back at the camera. The chat lit up with more comments and donations, all of them praising my performance but I only had one thing on my mind.

“Where’s that donation you promised, NC17?” I asked with a coy smile, rolling over on my stomach and tossing my vibrator aside.

Nicholas chuckled under his breath, his chest still rising and falling heavily. He shook his head, leaning forward to type on the keyboard. He typed in the payment details again, adding the promised donation with a smirk tugging at his lips. His cursor hovered over the “send” button for a beat longer than necessary before he clicked it.

NC17 donated $1,000: You earned it, baby. Don’t spend it all at once.

The notification flashed on my screen, bold and unmistakable. My eyes widened slightly and I froze, my breath hitching audibly as I stared at the amount. The most I had ever made in a single stream — in a single donation. The chat immediately erupted with reactions, some congratulatory, others envious that it hadn’t been them to make the donation, but I barely noticed them.

“Holy shit,” I breathed, sitting up slightly and brushing my hair back, my fingers trembling as I adjusted the mask that had slipped slightly during the stream. “NC17, you are the best. Oh, my god! Thank you, thank you, thank you. That’s… wow. You’re amazing.”

Nicholas leaned back against the headboard, his smirk deepening as he watched my reaction. The way my voice trembled with gratitude, the way I bit my lip nervously — it was all too much, too intoxicating. It sent a thrill through him, knowing he was the one making me react like that.

“Damn straight,” he muttered to himself, running a hand through his damp hair as he reached for his beer again. He took a long swig, his eyes never leaving the screen as I began to wind down the stream. His chest still heaved slightly, his body thrumming with the aftershocks of everything that had just happened.

“I think that’s it for tonight,” I said softly, my voice carrying that familiar mix of shyness and playfulness. “Thank you all for being here. And thank you again, NC17. You’ve been… incredible.” My eyes flicked to the chat one last time, lingering on his username before I smiled and waved. “Goodnight, everybody. Sweet dreams,” I blew a kiss to the camera.

sweetdream has ended the stream.

With that, I leaned forward and ended the stream, the screen fading to black. I sat back against my headboard, letting out a shaky breath as I pulled off the lace mask. My cheeks were still flushed, my heart pounding in my chest as I stared at the laptop, the donation total lingering in the corner of the screen.

Across town, Nicholas shut his own laptop with a quiet click and pulled off his earphones, tossing both aside and running a hand down his face once reality started to creep back in. He’d just crossed a line — one he couldn’t uncross. He’d watched me, his friend, in a way that was impossible to forget. And worse, I’d said his name. Called out for him while I fell apart on camera, in front of God knows how many strangers. Even worse, he’d dropped over two thousand dollars just to see it happen.

He ran a hand through his hair, his jaw tightening. He knew he’d have to face me eventually. Knew he wouldn’t be able to keep this secret forever. But for now, he let the smirk linger, his mind already spinning with how to handle the situation.

“Sweet dreams, baby,” he muttered under his breath, his voice low and teasing as he reached for his beer.

[splatteringyandere]

Days of the Week as Yanderes

Monday is your cold coworker. He hardly ever talks to you outside of dumping work on your desk. Honestly, you think he has some sort of problem with you. He certainly doesn’t treat any of your other coworkers this way. Demanding and unfriendly, like he owns you. It doesn’t matter if you complain to HR, he’s such a model employee they couldn’t afford to let him go.

“Y/N, I have another stack of paperwork for you. I know it’s late, but these have to be done tonight. You have plans? Well, I guess you’ll have to cancel them.”

Tuesday is your best friend. You grew up next door to each other, playing and wrestling in the yard until your mothers called you home for the night. As you both grew older, his obsession with you grew as well. However, when you’re an adult, life isn’t as simple as “having one best friend” and you having more friends means him having more competition.

“Y/N, are you free tonight? You don’t usually have anything going on this day of the week. You should come over to my place! We can watch a movie. You pick.”

Wednesday is a creep. Somehow, he’s always there. It doesn’t matter where you go, the grocery store, work, your friend’s house, somehow you’ll always bump into him. You suspect he’s taking photos of you, but you have absolutely no proof. You try to be more careful, not go out at night or be alone, just in case. It doesn’t matter though, eventually you’ll end up in his basement anyway.

“Camera? What camera? I was just taking a walk, just like you. If I did have one though, I bet you would make a great model.”

Thursday is your quiet classmate. You don’t even know she exists, really. The kind of girl that blends into the background. You think you gave her a pen once, maybe? Nothing that really sticks out in your head. It makes it all the more confusing when you start receiving threatening notes. Who on earth would send these? You certainly couldn’t remember doing anything in particular to deserve them.

“Thank you for the tissue, I really really appreciate it. Am I new? I’ve been in your class since we were kids…”

Friday is a playboy. He’s the kind of guy that spots you across the bar and makes his move. Your immediate disinterest shatters his massive ego, sending his head into a whirl. He always gets what he wants, how could this have happened? It’s not long until he’s trying to win your affection every night, buying you drinks and hitting you with his funniest jokes. There’s nothing he wants more than what he can’t have. If all his charm still doesn’t work, well, maybe it’s time he takes what he wants.

“Funny running into you here again, haha. Can I buy you a drink to make up for last time? I promise, no games this time, but only if you promise not to throw it in my face again.”

Saturday is your boyfriend. He’s the full package, strong, kind, intelligent. Sure, he’s a little possessive, but that’s normal, right? After all, he’s the basically the perfect man, showering you in gifts at every opportunity and leaping to do things for you. Before you know it, you’ll depend on him for almost everything. Exactly how he wanted it.

“I think you should quit your job, Y/N, all it does is cause you stress. It’s such a long commute, I hate waiting for you to come home. Plus, I make plenty enough money. Let me take care of you!”

Sunday is your neighbor. You smile warmly at each other in passing, sometimes he even shovels your driveway for you after a heavy snow or takes in your garbage can so you don’t have to walk it all the way up the driveway. In exchange, you’ll make him cookies or gift him vegetables from your garden, which he always appreciates. When he sets up his new security cameras, you can’t help but notice how a few of them are angled directly at your windows.

“Hey, Y/N! I picked up your mail for you. I hope you don’t mind, but I threw out all the junk. Oh, some hot chocolate as thanks? Well, I couldn’t say no to that.”

[loveundrwrld]

omg hiiiii i love ur writing smm <33 could i ask for a scenario of tanner x male reader where reader was super shy when he was bullied but years later tanner finds out he's somehow become a badass gang leader who wouldn't hesitate to beat his ex-bully up... i wonder what tanner's reaction would be to that hehe

also can i be 💖 anon? once again thank u <33

how sweet of you to say, thank you!! and to both your questions- yes, you may :) 💖 anon you shall be!

i will say, in his intro, seeing his darling act so reclusive and anxious after high school was what triggered him to rethink his actions- he wouldn't be quite as submissive towards him at first with his darling if he didn't go through that revelation. so tanner is a bit bitchy here since the "why is y/n acting like that"-> "oh no i've hurt him bad haven't i"-> "i'm in LOVE with him" process hasn't happened here.

thus, tanner is still in denial here :p and not as patient with his darling as he typically is

---

yandere ex-bully x gang leader male reader

(cws: violence (not against reader), organized crime, bullying, yandere is victim blaming, stalking)

tanner thought about you more often than he would ever care to admit. the shy, nervous boy he met in school who would cower from him like a scared puppy. something about you just made his hackles rise- he felt strange every time he'd seen you mumble and blush around him.

the strange feeling was annoyance, surely. you had been asking for attention, looking and acting the way that you did. you were always so shy and deferential around other people, always going along with being the butt of the joke. it was only natural that you were picked on a little.

but he'd matured since high school. he knew that bothering people and playing pranks on them was immature, no matter if you were basically asking for it. and if he'd seen you now he's sure you two would be polite and civil. you'd simply laugh and agree with him that he was a dick, and then you two could be best friends.

... or something. it wasn't like he thought about what meeting you again would be like.

and it was normal for people that went to the same high school to want to be curious about what their fellow past classmates had been up to, so he'd done some simple digging on you out of curiousity. nothing out of the ordinary. but you'd seem to have gone completely off the map, he'd not been able to find anything about you.

he was agitated that he couldn't learn more. he was worried for your safety, was all. i mean, you never posted anything online. for all he knew you could be dying or something. it was natural that he'd feel anxious right now.

but, he simply had to give up. he'd been trying to approach it from different angles, but he'd accepted that he'd reached a dead end.

except... until now. he was idly slouched over on the couch in front of his television, the news on as background noise. then, he perked up when he saw a familiar face come up on the screen.

it was your face that was glaring into the camera with a look of pure hatred, one that you certainly didn't have when he knew you.

good lord, what the hell happened to you?

"suspected gang activity in eastcliff- residents beware," the graphic read at the bottom of the screen.

he rushed to his laptop, wanting to check the arrest records for your shared state. he hadn't even considered this when he was looking up where you had been, it would have never have occurred to him that you would have gotten yourself in that much trouble.

and once the full report had loaded up? yes, it seemed that you actually were a criminal. you were arrested on a few charges but they got mysteriously dropped due to "unforeseen circumstances."

you hadn't been convicted of any felony charges yet, but he could tell that you were indeed involved in organized crime... somehow. and quite awfully high up in it, if you had corrupt police officers helping you escape any justice at all. it would have seemed like a laughable idea to him before, but he couldn't argue with what was right in front of him.

tanner scrunched his face up, his mind feeling blank from shock. how could this have happened? how could someone like you end up with such an... exciting life? how could you have turned out even more dangerous than him? his mouth felt dry, as a sense of bitterness seeped into him.

he didn't even know how to see what you were up to, to see why you turned out the way you did. surely you must have been forced into it. you couldn't have changed so much so fast otherwise. you were just a puppet with a nice face for the real people on top, obviously.

he felt a bit of bitter agitation, and tapped his leg as he thought. he couldn't live his whole life in mystery. he needed to know more about you.

there was one thing he could try...

---

it seems that his gambit to getting information about you had got your attention.

though, nothing could have prepared him from seeing you in front of him. you glared at him fiercely, your face so close to his that he felt your hot breath on his skin.

the eyes that used to be wide and quivering when you were younger were now narrowed and sharp. all he could see was the ice cold rage on your face. it was disorienting, to you someone shift into such a completely different person that you were nearly unrecognizable.

from a little puppy of a boy... to a fearsome wolf.

"of all the things you could do, tanner, you called my mother? don't you dare fuck with her," you growled at him, tugging hard at his shirt.

since when did you get balls? he felt that bubbling uneasy feeling he used to get whenever you were around him... only this time, it was stronger. he didn't like how this new you was effecting him.

you seemed much more dangerous than he was... and he didn't like it. wasn't it him who used to intimidate you? whatever happened to that?

he tried to laugh back at you, trying to stuff away any strange urges his brain was throwing at him.

"oh, come on- y/n, fuck with her? you're acting like i was trying to hurt her or something. i just called her. listen i know i was kind of a dick but really, you're making me out as the bad guy here and-"

you clocked him, hard on his temple. tanner stopped rambling and let out a small groan, the sharp throbbing pain causing him to fall down to one knee.

he opened his mouth to talk, but before he could say anything, you were already leaning down in his face.

"i don't want to hear from you ever again, you piece of shit. don't call or talk to me or my mother if you want all of your limbs intact. you may not know this, but i'm a big deal around here now. do not fuck with me," you say, your voice thick with anger.

for some reason... it felt like sparks and butterflies were running through him. something snapped inside his brain, connecting things. it occurred to him sudden why he had always felt so strange about you, why he was so obsessed with you.

you were hot. and this new you? strangely, he didn't dislike it at all.

"... got it," he said, breathily.

though, he didn't intend on keeping his promise.

[pippin-katz]

Okay I noticed something during the Red Room scene after watching RWRB for the "who knows how many"-th time.

When they hit the wall, Alex puts his right hand on it:

But then they cut and it’s not there anymore:

Now, I’m not pointing this out as an "oh look an editing error" or anything because that’s something that happens in pretty much every movie ever made. Somebody’s hand or leg is in one position, they cut to another angle, and it’s in a slightly different position. It’s what happens when you’re editing together several different takes of the same scene.

Hell, quick and fun tangent, feel free to skip ahead to where the text changes back to the normal color, but there’s a sequence in Clue, the movie, where Wadsworth, the butler, is retelling the events of the evening in very specific detail and reenacting it. This is a fantastic example of a moment where a very attentive viewer can see into the behind the scenes, and remember that when filming movies, they always do multiple takes of a scene, even if nothing went wrong; there’s only very unique circumstances where they film a scene and the entirety of the very first take is used.

Earlier, Mrs. Peacock freaks out because they think there might have been poison in the drink, and Mr. Green slaps her in the throat to stop her from screaming:

GIF from here.

After he hits her, he says this:

GIF from here.

When Wadsworth reenacts it later, he says the same line:

GIF from here.

Notice that he’s accurately in character as Mr. Green, but he makes the gesture to push his “glasses” back up, which Mr. Green didn’t do. Tim Curry went through great lengths for this very long sequence to get all the little details right. The only reason he would do that would be if he did push his glasses up, but it was in a different take. That take wasn’t used in the final cut of film, but they had to have filmed a version of the scene where Mr. Green pushed his glasses back up, and Tim Curry copied it because he wouldn’t have been able to predict which version of the scene they would use, and that’s a specific detail he wouldn’t want to miss if they used that take.

In the easiest and perfect scenario, they pick the best take of each shot and splice them together, but sometimes they use multiple takes of one of the shots and use different pieces of them. Maybe the delivery of one line was better in one take, but another line was better in the other. If there's going to be a cut between those lines, they can cut out the line delivery they liked the best and splice into whatever take they're using the most of.

This is common knowledge, but I'm covering it just in case someone is completely unfamiliar with how films are made.

When the camera angle changes during a sequence, it doesn’t mean that they filmed up until that point, stopped and repositioned the cameras and the actors, and then continued. They set up a camera for one of the shots, they run through the scene start-to-finish, and once they have several good takes to choose from, they move the camera position to the next angle, and shoot the scene start-to-finish again. Sometimes they can knock out more than one angle at once if the cameras won’t get each other in the shot.

For example, scenes like Alex and Henry talking on the couch, in the cafe, on the phone on the bed, basically almost any scene where they’re looking directly at each other, has to be shot from at least two angles separately, at least if they want to show us both of their faces throughout the scene. If they filmed both of them at once, you would see the other camera in the background behind the actors.

In the case of the kissing in the Red Room, there's three cuts, until the end when Amy walks in. I'm talking specifically about from Alex grabbing him up to the shot right before Amy walks in.

So starting there, we have the first shot:

Then the first cut:

Then the second cut:

Then the third cut:

Then Amy walks in:

Now, cameras do move and/or zoom during most shots, even if it's a barely noticeable. For example, there is no cut while Alex crosses the room; the camera moves with him. It also rotates/pans a bit once they start backing towards the wall to keep that shot connected up until the first cut.

Based on the angle, the framing, and their positions, I'm pretty sure these two are from the same shot/camera position, possibly the same take, with the close-up spliced in:

Even if they aren't from the same take, I'm fairly sure, like I said before, that they ran through the scene start-to-finish with this camera blocking, and that these are both from that blocking, even if the second one seems slightly different. It's really hard to be 100% sure, but when I watch them side-by-side, their positions seem to line up. If you map out their starting point and ending point, and the gap of time where the close-up is, it feels like enough time and movement for them to get from A to B in one shot had the camera not cut.

But the camera does cut, which leads me back to here:

The camera angle alone is a big indicator that they cut together multiple takes. I can't be positive, but I'm pretty sure that they couldn't have filmed this angle at the same time as the main shot.

I think about these sorts of things while watching movies; it's something I can't turn off in my brain. I'm hyperaware of the cinematography. I notice it, and thoughts/questions just bounce around in the back of my head.

Like if I was watching this for the first time, excluding all the internal screaming that would've been occurring, I would have probably thought: "Oh hey, that was a big camera change! They probably filmed this separately!"

But it's so brief and subconscious that I would've had the thought without those words actually forming in my head, does that make sense? It's like there's a little version of me chilling in my brain with a clipboard that writes interesting things down while the rest of me is screaming. He's just chilling, taking notes, and I can feel when he writes something down, even if I can't process it in the moment. Does that make any sense?? Whatever, it doesn't actually matter lmfao

What I'm saying is, while the camera change suggests the use of multiple takes being edited together, Alex's hand on the wall 100% confirms it, since it's not in the same position when they cut between the angles.

Which FINALLY brings me to my POINT!

Everything I went over essentially just proves that this shot:

-is from it's own, separate take than the other shots.

And as I explained, they typically run a scene start-to-finish several times from each angle, which is why there's this variation. With choreography like this that's meant to be spontaneous and aggressive is impossible to perfectly recreate each time. It happens too fast, and their characters are so wrapped up in the moment that they're just grabbing and touching each other however they can, so there is going to be variation between the takes in what they do with their hands or exactly how they kiss.

WHICH MEANS

It is very possible that there's a version/take of this sequence of events from the other angle where Alex's hand is on the wall, and he is half pinning Henry against the wall for this interaction.

His hand is in the classic "hands on either side of their partner's head while kissing against a wall" position that basically traps them against the wall and the person they're with.

So there's possibly a version of this shot:

-with Alex's hand pinning Henry against the fucking wall, before he lifts him onto the table.

And I want to fucking see it.

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[maliciousblog]

NCT 127 as your saesangs

Taeyong ( The collector) ♥️

He would own every single album, photocard, merch both official and non, he would also have purchased any item you had a collab with, your group once had a collab with Pepsi he bought out the entire stock , of a store just so he could get the limited edition photocard that came with it.

He would also probably buy any item related to you or any item you used. The lip balm you used he would have a box of it, the book you recommended he would have read it twice, the perfume you used he would use to, the tissues you used in a vlive he would have, he would buy the same phone case as you too.

The man would basically have a shrine dedicated to you.

He would also manage to get into every single fansign.

He would also probably run an update account.

Taeil ( the cover) 🧡

Taeil wouldn't let his obsessive behavior show he would be mature and would be a loyal fan since day 1.

But in his mind he would imagine what it would be like to have a family with you.

He would also cover your songs and you had in fact noticed him quite a few times and you were quite impressed with his vocals and soon you found yourself answering his dms and slowly falling for him.

He had planned for this to happened in his mind this was what was best for you and you believed it too because to you he was a sweet caring man who loved you very much. What you didn't notice was how you slowly drifted away from everyone in your life and now it was just him and you and in all honesty you couldn't care less.

Jhonny (The Youtuber)💛

He was a youtuber with quite a big following he would mostly film vlogs and do reaction videos.

Whenever he did a reaction video to one of your groups it was quite obvious who his favorite was.

Given the fact that he has a lot of subscribers and that he was also a know fan of your group your company thought it would be a good idea for your group to collaborate with him.

Your group agreed and you both shot a collab , but jhonny wanted you to shine the most so when he filmed the other members he made sure to use bad lighting and angles to make sure you stood out the most.

He would also secretly let the cameras roll when you thought they were off, he would also have a camera in your changing room, which he would later use to black mail you.

Yuta ( The artist)💚

He would run an art page but most of the drawings were of you. It slowly started to become a fan art page of you. At first it was innocent and harmless, just a couple of normal  painting of you with cat ears or you as a Disney princess. He would always tag you and on a few occasions you had even liked and ever reshared a couple of paintings.

But soon as his obsession grew the nature of his paintings slowly started to change at first it was just slightly weird like paintings of you in handcuffs or with a blindfold, or ones with you with a little blood here and there. You brushed it off as most people make edits like this but soon they started to become more disturbing he started to draw paintings of you in a cage, you gagged and tied up, you in lewd positions. And various other sick fantasies he had.

Doyoung (The anti fan)🩵

He acted like he wasn't a fan, infact he acted like he hated you. He would always put you down. He would leave hate comments on your fan cafes even on your vlives.

One day you actually read out a hate comment he left he saw your face drop as you read it.

His heart went giddy with excitement you had noticed him, you were affected by him, he couldn't be happier. He continued to do it cause he enjoyed seeing you react he loved getting your attention even if it meant this is what he had to do in order to get it.

Would buy information from other saesangs and use it against you to get you to do whatever he wanted you to do.

Jaehyun ( entitled)💝

To him you were only meant to be his. You didn't have to do anything for anyone but him.

Your attention should be on him at all times these other people didn't deserve to get your attention.

At concerts he wanted you to only focus on him if he would notice you give attention to anyone else he would send you death glares.

You were once performing at one of your concerts and decided to go up to his section and you accepted a rose a male fan had given you when you turned your head you made eye contact with jaehyun and he shot you a look at that moment the were so terrified by the anger in his eyes you dropped the rose unconsciously and froze but soon one of your members dragged you to the center of the stage because it was time for the ending stage.

Jungwoo (lovesick)💖

A lovesick puppy. He would always have notifications on and would drop everything when you went live. You were his number 1 priority everything else came second even himself. He would be obsessed with you and would be in love with everything and anything you did. To him you were a godess.

He was so cute and cheering for you at your concert you shot him a wink and a flying kiss he nearly had a nose bleed.

To you he seemed like a harmless cute fan boy.

After your concert you were the last one out to get out off the venue but what you didn't know was that the paparazzi where waiting outside and began to mob you and you frantically searched for your manager who was waiting for you in the car. You saw a black car pull up and you got into it thinking that it was your manager as soon as you got out you noticed that the man driving didn't quite look like your manager before you could say anything you felt your vision black out.

Mark (Boy next door)💓

He was cute and charming and had managed to wrap your members around his little finger with his cute charm.

He would often show up at events which was normal and you would smile and wave at him like you would at any fan.

Soon he started to show up at private schedule's and on the sets of mvs or ads

shooting you thought this was a little weird cause no one was supposed to know about these schedules when you talked about this to your members they brushed it off by saying that it was probably the companies fault so you let it slide.

But soon you started to see him at places more often you saw him at the hair salon, you saw him when you took your dog for a walk, when you went shopping, he always kept his distance.

You were out with your friends at a cafe he was seated a couple of tables behind you when the waiter came with your drinks and started to flirt with you. You swore you could practically feel mark burn you with his glare.

Haechan ( quick wit)💕

He would always manage to catch your attention whether if it was by doing something cute or by passing a witty comment.

Soon things started to get out of control he always had to have your attention.

He would spam your lives, get into multiple fansign.

He managed to get your number and would relentlessly call and text you.

He would show up at your dorm.

You tried your best to ignore him until one day you saw a notification on your phone it was a picture of your room, then another picture of your mom on her way to get groceries, an other one of your little brother on his way to school, a text showed up.

"Reply if you don't want them to get hurt".

[foryoufics]

Hear Me Out

Author's Note: I want to do the hear me out cake trend but I don't have anyone to do it with so...hear me out. I'm sorry I suck at describing actions/reactions of people I will do my best or use pictures I can find and gifs and this one is basically all dialogue (photos not mine, found via Pinterest etc credit to creators)

Summary: It is no special day in particular but you and Jin are having a sleepover and both have a sweet tooth so you think it will be fun to play the Hear Me Out Cake trend you've seen online lately on live

Warnings: none really, suggestive flirting?, you and Jin are just so goofy

Characters: Friend Jin! x Friend Reader! (the fandom ships you two)

"Hi Army~~," Jin gives his smile with the dimples as he appears to be talking to himself in your bathroom mirror in the bathroom in your room. The door is open and you're waiting for him with the cake you had bought on the bed. A red velvet with vanilla icing and you were waiting patiently. There's no way you'd ever finish this whole cake alone but Jin was here and you really wanted to do this trend. You wait patiently, sitting with your feet tucked under your butt and throw on his jacket he had tossed on your bed earlier because you're cold and to calm your nerves about being in a live video for the fans, despite it being your idea as well, you bring the sleeves to your face and inhale deeply

"I'm at YN's house for a sleepover and we wanted to play this game she found and I thought ARMY would have fun-oh, this is her bathroom, she manic cleaned it earlier-," he spins to show them your bathroom

"I didn't know what to do with my hands!!" You call out and he laughs

"So yeah, we are in her bathroom"

"Jin~~~, will you come on to the bed?"

"Ope, she's always begging me to come to bed~," he gives a little smirk and makes his eyebrows jump

"Shut up, you know I like cuddles," you whine as he comes out, "and this is her bedroom, we are having a sleepover, and that's right, but I'm sorry ARMY Y/N is my cuddle buddy only," he starts showing them and immediately stops. "That's bad posture, stop sitting on your legs. It is bad for circulation and you're short enough already," he scolds in his stern voice that he obtained in service. "Yes sir~," your tone and your eyes grow dark and sexual within seconds as you salute him and follow orders; if eyes could smirk, that was what you were going for. "And no, I like to cuddle anyone as long as they aren't stinky, I cuddle with all of the guys"

He gasps and feigns shock and disgust, making that face where he moves his neck back and scrunches his nose, "boo, you whore"

"Cootie queen"

"Who you calling a cootie queen you lint licker~?" You both say in unison and can't not laugh. "Okay, show them your jammies and the cake and we can get started"

"Okay, this is my jammies," he angles the phone to show the top of the set he wore in Jimin's birthday vlive and some grey sweatpants, he turns the camera to the cake, "what was it again?" "Red velvet with vanilla" "Yummy-hey, you're wearing my sweater again!" "Yeah, and?"

"It's cute, it's so big on you~, that's why you shouldn't sit on your legs like that, you're almost 30 and you're four foot nine. Stand up, show ARMY," you stand up and he helps you sit back down so your clumsy ass won't fall on the cake then he lays half on the bed, his top half, so his head is by the cake. "So ARMY, YN begged me to come to bed with her, and there is cake," he winks

"Will you come on?" You laugh and he sits beside you and sets up the camera so you could both have both hands available

"Good?" "Yeah" "K, got your characters?" He nods and grabs his sticks from your other side, having to lean all the way over your lap to reach, you clear your throat, "while you're down there~," you laugh when he glares up at you. "Keep asking," he warns. "Oh, you like me to beg~," you fake pout with your bottom lip and your eyes and he's trying his damdest to keep up the act but he's cracking and so is his smile, but he raises back up to be sitting next to you and you grab your sticks from the night stand. "Do we have nuts?" You ask without thinking. "We're on vlive your name"

"I meant walnuts or pecans! For the cake!" He laughs at how flustered you are, "explain the game to them"

"You know better than me," he reminds you

"oh right, okay, so, Hi ARMY," you wave and smile, "so um, I-Ive been seeing this game people are playing on tiktok, it's the Hear Me Out Cake, you pick unconventional characters that you find attractive and put them on sticks and take turns saying hear me out and sticking them into the cake and then you eat the cake but I thought it would be fun and we had a sweet tooth"

"Good job," he pets the top of your head, "she was nervous ARMY, claps for YN," he claps

"Thanks, who goes first?"

"You first. How many were we supposed to have each?"

"I don't know," you shrug, I guess we can limit it for times sake.....10 each?"

He simply nods.

"Okay, for my first entry, hear me out," you place your first stick into the cake, Dean Winchester, "I thought I would start off normal," you try not to laugh, "he's a human dude...... usually"

"Okay my turn-usually?"

"Well technically he's now a spirit traveling through the multiverse but he's also been a demon a few times, an angel, a ghost,uhm," you think and use your fingers trying to remember everything Dean Winchester has been and Jin looks at you simply blinking like the blinking guy gif

"Okay, my first entry, hear me out," he sticks his first one in, it's Blake Lively

"I get that," you nod, "is she unconventional though?" He shrugs

"okay, next, hear me out," you stick your next stick in, a certain Big Hero 6 character

"Tada~shi~!....get it?" You giggle and he's staring at you

"HE IS DEAD!"

You laugh, "I'm sure his friends can find a way to bring him back and I can make arrangements with him and his girlfriend, your turn"

He shrugs, "Fair enough," he sticks in his next stick, it's Emma Watson, at this point you see he didn't understand the assignment but you tap his shoulder, "I understand buddy, bless your heart. Hear me out," you stick in Flynn Rider

"You know YN, I'm honestly surprised you haven't put a woman in yet," he laughs at Flynn Rider, "I get his one," he says. "See~ and patience. Flynn gives you vibes really hard"

He thinks for a second and makes a 'you're not wrong' face, adding his next one, Zendaya

"Oh hells yes," all you can do is agree and nod and he laughs

"Hear me out," your next contestant is John Rolfe

"I'm not saying I don't understand, but most people say Team John Smith, please explain"

"John Rolfe left her and John Smith showed her things she had never seen before, they genuinely enjoyed each other and and when he was changing her like people like to say I could see he was doing it thinking she was enjoying it and otherwise he wouldn't have"

"That's.....really fair actually"

"And he's cuter," you shrug as he sticks in his next one, Fran Dresher

"Omg!" You excitedly stick in your stick that has her and Mr Sheffield on it, "they were my first crushes ever! Well them and Uncle Jesse on Full House"

"Wo~~....if we agree does the game end?"

"I think we can keep going if you want"

He simply nods, "so who should go next?"

"I think you," he nods and happily sticks in a stick with Tom Holland and after laughing you nod in agreement, "he's adorable," you both say in unison

"okay, okay, hear me out," next up you had Stolas from Helluva Boss

His neck goes back as if he were a sassy flamingo, "what is that!?"

"oh, that's just someone who Stolas my heart~," you laugh at your joke and his confusion and he nervously sticks in Betty White

"Yes," is all you can muster as you're nodding and dying laughing and he leans on your back doing so as well

"H-H-Hear me out," you stutter as you try to breathe and stick in your next one, "are we still doing only ten?"

"Nah, we may as well use all of our sticks," you nod in agreement

"Okay," you take a deep breath and place in another one

"Eda Clawthorne from Owl House? Really?" He gives you a look

"That voice just gets me hot in Cleveland," you shrug and he has to hide his face and laugh at the pun and gives ARMY a finger to say hang on a second before he wipes a tear slipping and sticks in Yennifer from The Witcher games

"We're just going to agree on all of yours I think, you good? You're crying," you laugh and he gives you a thumbs up as you stick in your next one, Gruncle Ford and Gruncle Stan. Jin looks at you and gives you a face that just says for a speechless person, 'please explain'

"They're great gruncles, and Ford especially is packing in more ways than one"

"Fair enough," you thought bless this man's heart as he sticks in Rapunzel from Tangled and you clap, "hey! It's me!" He smiles at you and you stick in someone you didn't expect him or anyone else to recognize, Charles Ingalls from Little House on the Prairie

"Any father issues you want to talk about?" He asks recognizing him

"Talk about? No," you laugh, "just be thankful and go"

He checks the comments, "We are all judging you"

"That's fair," you shrug and he sticks in Ella from Ella Enchanted

"Yes, I've heard you out and yes," you nod, "Can I put in multiple characters at once of they're all from one thing?" He nods and you stick in Sebastian Michealis, Agni, Pluto and Adrian from Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler

"You know, I really wish I had the ability to not agree with these," he sticks in Clifford

"CLIFFORD, now you have to explain"

"Apparently my cuddle buddy is cheating"

You shake your head, "wait, the cake is only so big," you count how many have been put in and he stops you

"Let's just use all of our sticks"

You nod and look at the sticks in your hand, "if I have two different characters from two different shows that have very different personalities but are the same actress should I put them down together?" He thinks for a second and nods, "for times sake yes," he yawns and you smack him and follow suit, sticking in Breann of Tarth from Game of Thrones and Principal Weems from Wednesday; still yawning he gives a thumbs up of approval and tries to say something but you can't understand.

"Huh?" "I said yes, perfection"

"Agreed, absolute perfection," you giggle and he sticks Black Widow

"Oh Captain Obvious-"

"I know you aren't saying I'm wrong though"

"Touche, you aren't wrong, hear me out-I've got five from Avatar the Last Airbender and Legend of Korra...." "Just choose one" "Okay, it's a obvious choice really," you poke Uncle Iroh into the cake and he looks at you, you feel the judgement burning through you from his eyes

"....Just.....pre or post prison Iroh?" He asks facepalming

"the fuck you mean or?"

He can't even fathom a response and dumbfoundedly adds in his next stick, "Dr Doofensmirtz

"I agree with all of yours~," you whine and he smiles smugly, you add in Eve Best

"Just for clarification, is this the actress? Eleanor OHara or Rhaenys Targaryen?"

"You have no idea how turned on it makes me that you know about Nurse Jackie, I have to choose?"

"Yes," he smirks

"Fine, to avoid the incest and death by dragon, Eleanor," you laugh and he adds in the News Anchor fish from SpongeBob

"Bro what the fuck!?" You start dying laughing

"You know I like fish!!" He laughs after pretending to be defensive

"Okay, I have a few from the next show but for the sake of space and time, I'll only use two of them, guys I'm sorry we have so many," you apologize to the ARMYs watching when you remember they're there

"Theyre loving it," Jin reads the screen and whispers to assure you when he senses you getting nervous and you nod and add Rumpled Stiltskin, both the human looking one and the other, and the Mad Hatter from Once Upon A Time.

"okay seriously, do you need to talk? Are you okay? Do you need therapy?"

"What for?" You ask innocently and he shakes his head, "I only got a few more," he sticks in the Corpse Bride

"I have a Tim Burton character too!" You had Edward Scissorhands and his face looks horrified, "I let Agni slide because he would be able to be gentle and aware of his power but Edward would slice you to pieces!"

"Aww, you're protective of me~," you tease and he blushes and lets you add in your next one, "aww~ poo~ the cake is getting full and I have more~," you pout as you add the last of your sticks that will fit, Ghoul from Fallout

"He has admirable traits," Jin nods, "you can show them the rest"

"Okay, I guess I got over excited. Okay," you show them, "so hear me out," you hold each one up as you say the names, "Sully from Monster's Inc, Mr Kim from Kim's Convenience, and these two last but certainly not least Chef from the live action One Piece and Nurse Joy from Viridian City in Pokemon Indigo League"

"Jin, hello?" You snap, he was frozen just staring at you

"ARMY, I am afraid. Cast a vote, should I a)run, b)accept that YN is a freak and stay to eat the cake or c) seek help for YN after I eat the cake?"

You roll your eyes, "So we know Jin can't match my freak anyways, let's eat. Slice for ARMY, and a slice for mwah~, and a slice for 'fraidy cat here," you wave and end the live, smashing his slice in his face

[captain-mj]

Part 3 of pornstar Koenig. You know what we discussed and I am holding your ribs hostage

I'm going to start only answering asks that threaten my bones because this is so funny

Also, if its italicized, its in a language only one of them can understand, thought I'd make this easier on myself

Horangi had a few kinks that were a bit more... out there. He didn't want to talk about them openly, still having that shame about those topics.

So the fact that König couldn't understand him was just a bonus for him because he could speak in Korean and he wouldn't know. He was fairly certain König was doing this as well since he always got shy when Horangi asked for him to translate what he had said.

They were trying something new today and it made Horangi's insides both tense with anxiety and hot with how attractive it was.

König had a camera on him. After some discussion, it was mostly on his back and not his face. He could stomach those scars just a little easier than the one's on his face.

"I just don't understand why you want to record me."

"You wanted me to treat you like I did them, yes?" König had basically purred at him and Horangi had gotten flustered and agreed.

Horangi's hands were tied behind his back as König fucked him hard. Horangi begged for mercy and König, who had no clue what he was saying, took that as a plea for harder. It was perfect.

König kissed along his neck and rutted into him. His hands held him down easily so the binds were basically useless, mostly just keep him from scratching at König. Apparently he had "left marks" that "didn't heal for a week", whatever that means.

"I love you so much, little tiger." König purred to him before sinking his teeth in his shoulder. He held him closer, rolling his hips just right to make Horangi's leg shake.

"Please, you're so big." Horangi pled against him, arching his back so he could take him deeper. "You're breaking me in half."

"Want to tell you how beautiful I find you." König kissed him hard, almost smashing their teeth together. He yanked him up so he was basically in his lap and fucked up into him as hard as he could, growling along his throat.

Tears started running down Horangi's face and he wasn't playing it up for the camera. Pleasure was sparking up his spine with every move of the man underneath him and he could feel himself getting close. König stopped right as he was about to come, giving him a second to breath and come down. Horangi whimpered.

"You dick."

"It's called edging. Do you want to end the show so soon?"

It only occurred to Horangi now that the position change may have put his face in camera but when he looked, he realized König must've thought of that. It was angled to only view his chest and it made him melt a tiny bit that König thought of that.

König kissed along his jaw. "My love, I'd spoil you if you let me."

Horangi shivered, flushing a little. König's hands ran along his thighs as he thrust back up into him. It was maddening. He started to get close again and König paused.

Horangi shook. "You're being so rough with me, please." König caught the word please and fucked him harder, exactly what Horangi wanted. His legs started to shake and he whimpered a little. "My darling, please, mercy."

König growled and didn't stop this time, coming in him and letting Horangi finally finish. Horangi shivered against him and melted.

"We should upload it."

König flushed. "What??"

"We should post it! Is your account still up?" Horangi smiled at him.

"Yes..." König smiled. "Maybe we could..." He ended up posting it later after cleaning Horangi up. Horangi let König spoil him, purring at the feeling.

The next day, König hummed. "We have more views than I was expecting."

Horangi jumped up immediately to look. "Any comments?"

"Just a few. Mostly in Korean. Can you translate?"

"Uh... Let me see here." Horangi took it from and started to read them. "Several about how hot you are. How hot I am. Some about how they want to fuck us, let's see... Oh, dirty talk. Someone is basically roleplaying."

König translated the German ones for him, all similar.

And then.

The bane of Horangi's existence.

Monolingual people.

"Can someone translate what they're saying?"

"Oh! Yeah, so the Korean is saying 'its too big' and begging for mercy. No clue on the German."

"The German is mostly just saying he loves him. How beautiful he is. I thought this was sweet. Is that really what he's saying?"

A few more Koreans and Germans started to talk, translating everything.

"I don't think they talked much about what the video was supposed to be."

Horangi stayed in blissful denial while his eyes slowly scanned over everything. Anger flashed in his chest for only a second before he looked at König, who looked very flustered and slightly upset. He then hit bargaining.

"Listen..."

"Was I hurting you?"

"No! No! Look... I like... roleplaying... And I didn't know how to bring that up. And I promise to never do that again but."

König was staring at him.

"You said you loved me?"

König looked terrified. "I... Um... I love you. This isn't... how I wanted you to first hear it from me. But... Yes. I love you. I usually tell you."

"Why in German?"

"I was too nervous to say it in a language we both understand."

"I love you too big guy." Horangi blushed. "And you're perfect in bed, don't worry. I didn't think about this when I said we should post it... I always assumed you were dirty talking me..."

"I didn't either." König pulled him a little closer. "Do you want to roleplay more?"

"Get the camera."

[yanderecrazysie]

Hi! I was wondering could you make a Yandere! Oikawa x Reader? but in FNAF AU :))

where the Reader would be the new night guard at Freddy Fazbear and she accidentally found a broken animatronic that were actually filled with Oikawa's ghost. (basically Oikawa is William Afton or smth)

*sorry for my bad English, english isn't my first language :(*

The FNAF movie was freaking amazing- my husband watched it twice. I hope this turned out okay, I struggled to find a way to make this work. Some things might be off, since I don’t know everything about the games.

This turned out really long, so I had to rush the end a little.

Title: To Spring a Trap

Pairings: Oikawa Tooru x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, FNAF AU, implied murder, swearing, Oikawa is literally William Afton

Summary: Your new job at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza attracts someone’s attention.

Part 2: here

spring a trap

/phrase/

capture someone or something (such as an animal or criminal) with a trap

The pay is awful and the hours are downright terrible, but it’s your only option in such a competitive job market.

You had never pictured yourself as a security guard and, if it weren’t for the hiring manager’s insistence that nothing ever happens at night, you wouldn’t have taken the job. 

“It’s just that teenagers could break in if we leave the place empty,” the manager had explained, “No one’s ever tried to break in when we have a security guard on duty.”

The pizzeria used to be a broken-down mess, until the new owners got ahold of it and reopened it to the public. You had heard all sorts of rumors about why it closed down, but the main theory was that there had been murders many years ago (long before you were born) and the place had shut down because of the tragedy.

You couldn’t tell that the pizzeria had ever been a rotting, crumbling mess. You had taken your niece and nephew to visit several times and the place was always alive with bright colors and noise. The rainbow ball pit was your niece’s favorite and your nephew loved the arcade games. The three of you would eat pizza and watch the four animatronics on their respective stages, singing along to the music blasting from the speakers. Chica the chicken with her “Let’s Eat” bib, Bonnie the bunny with his electric guitar, Foxy the pirate fox (your nephew’s absolute favorite) peeking out from behind his curtains, and, of course, center-stage, Freddy Fazbear with his microphone held up to his smiling mouth.

It was a charming place that you found amusing enough to not check out completely while watching your nephew and niece. Kids sure loved it- there always seemed to be at least one kid celebrating their birthday each time you visited. 

It was completely different at night.

The pizzeria was eerily silent, devoid of laughing children, music, and arcade noises. The stage lights were off, casting unnerving shadows across the animatronics’ faces. Everything felt wrong about this place and you’re not sure you can ever see it the same way. You rubbed the goosebumps on your arms, willing your chills to go away.

An arcade machine turned on suddenly, a whirl of colored lights and loud music, and you jumped about a foot in the air. It turned off again and, clutching your chest, you made your way to the security office.

It’s a cramped room, with only enough room for a chair to pull out between the wall and the desk. TV screens showed the different camera angles from both outside and inside the restaurant. You looked closely at the outdoor cameras, pleased to see no movement on any of them. Taking a seat on the plastic white chair, you pulled yourself up to the desk. It’s a little too tall compared to the chair, and the desk came up nearly to your shoulders because of it.

By 4 am, your eyes were growing heavy. You’re bored out of your mind, even though you know that an uneventful night is a good one. It’s all you could do to keep awake. 

To keep from falling asleep, you decided to stretch your legs. The silent pizzeria was as creepy as it was before, and you found yourself gravitating to the show button, hesitantly pressing it. The stage sprang to life, a song from the ‘80s playing through the speakers. The animatronics swivel around, back and forth, Freddy’s microphone raised as though he’s the singer of the old song.

You amused yourself by watching the animatronics move around on the stage, wishing you knew the lyrics to the song, so you could sing along. Despite your nerves, a warm smile spread across your face. 

It wasn’t long before your attention drifted and you decided to explore. The kitchen was all shiny metal, with one counter clearly having missed cleaning time, bits of sticky dough dried on the silver surface. The next room you checked was a storage closet and you left that one quickly, unable to stand the extra animatronic heads with their empty, eyeless stare.

The last door you got to was locked. You grabbed your skeleton key and turned it in the lock. There’s a click, indicating it had unlocked, but the door remained stuck. Your brow furrowed and you pushed it harder. Before long, you were putting your shoulder into it. You can’t explain why, but you’ were drawn to this room. You needed to see what’s inside.

The door finally opened and you stumbled inside. It’s dark inside and you immediately searched for a light switch. The lone light bulb hanging from the ceiling clicked on, and you found what appears to be another closet. The room was empty, except for one thing.

It’s either an animatronic or one of the old springlock suits. You could barely tell it’s a rabbit in its ripped, rotten form. The fur was matted and off-color, with spots that looked suspiciously like blood around the ribs.

Suddenly, you sensed a presence. As if someone had just walked into the room. You whirled around, but you saw no one, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end. 

“Hey, cutie!” A playful, masculine voice sounds somewhere near your left ear. You scream- you’re not ready to face vandals or thieves on your first day on the job!

But there’s no one on your left either. 

As soon as you began to think you imagined the voice, it talked to you again, “It’s been a long time since someone came into my room. Who are you?”

Your heart threatens to pound right out of your chest, “Y-you first!”

The voice laughed. It’s a handsome, sweet laugh that sets you at ease. There’s no malice in it.

“My name is Oikawa Tooru, I guess you could say I’m a ghost.”

You had always believed in ghosts, so this wasn’t too much of a shock to you, but it was still frightening to face one in real life. “Can you show yourself?”

“Anything for you, cutie.” Oikawa chuckled. Slowly, a pearly white figure comes into view, standing in front of the broken rabbit suit. He had naturally windswept hair and a sweet, welcoming smile. “Now, your name?”

You tell him your name and he purrs, “A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

Heat blossomed in your cheeks and you hoped your embarrassment doesn’t show. He’s charming through and through, but there’s something to him you can’t explain. He seemed lonely, as though he’s been without human interaction for so long.

Your watch beeped, signaling the end of your shift. You jolted a little, brought out of your reverie. “I- I have to go,” you explained, pointing at your watch awkwardly.

“I understand,” Oikawa smiled sadly, “But you’ll visit me tomorrow, won’t you?”

“Of course!” You found yourself saying immediately, and you meant the words. You’d never met a ghost before, especially not one that was such a handsome, charming man. It was embarrassing to admit, but you were quickly developing a crush on this ghost you’d just met, and you scolded yourself for your thoughts.

That crush only grew over the next month or so. You continually visited the storage room with the off-yellow rabbit and Oikawa’s spirit. The two of you talked for hours, and you felt guilty for barely checking the cameras or patrolling.

Maybe that’s the reason your curiosity got the better of you. You decide to look up Oikawa’s name, to see how he died and who he was in life. One quick Google search brought up way more results than you could have ever imagined.

Owner Oikawa Tooru apologizes to families of missing children. 

Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza shut down by owner Oikawa Tooru.

But worst of all: Oikawa Tooru, owner of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, murder suspect of four missing children. 

There were tears in your eyes when you confronted him the next night, “Did you kill those children? Tell me the truth!”

Oikawa’s pearly white face twists in thought, clearly trying to find an answer that you’ll accept. You had already made up your mind, though, and you find yourself yelling at him.

“How could you? You killed four innocent children! And then you apologize to their families for them going missing? They never even got bodies to bury!”

Oikawa let out a little laugh at that, “Yes, that’s one of my more ingenious ideas. No one would think to look where I hid them.”

To hear him confirm it sent a dagger through your heart. Disgusted, you spit out, “I’m glad you’re dead, you evil bastard.”

Oikawa merely smiled back at you, “Careful what you say, cutie.”

You flung the door open, prepared to leave and lock him up for eternity in the damned closet where he belonged, the closet you should have never forced open in the first place. 

You stop dead when you find all four animatronics blocking your path. “What the hell?”

Chica’s arms shot out and grabbed your waist tightly. You let out a scream and tried to squirm out of her grasp, but she easily lifted you into the air.

Oikawa chuckled from behind you and you craned your head to look at him. He gives you a little shrug and malicious grin, “Sorry, cutie, but I got attached to you. Can’t have you leaving quite yet.”

“What are you going to do?” You gasped, kicking out at Chica as she began to carry you away.

“Don’t worry, (Y/n), it’ll be over soon. Death doesn’t hurt much.”

[canirove]

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“Mila, remember to be nice.”

“I always am nice.”

“Of course you are, love” Rúben chuckles.

“Love? That’s new.”

“Don’t you like it? I can call you meu amor or something like that” he says, hugging her by the waist.

“Nah, I like love and the way you say it” she replies, putting her arms around his neck.

“Can I keep calling you that, then?” Rúben asks.

“You can… love” Mila says before kissing him.

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“Hello, Sasha. May I come in? Thank you.”

“I didn’t say if you could come in or not” Sasha says when Mila walks past her.

“Sorry” she replies, sitting down on the sofa. This was it. She was going to face Sasha, and get all the truth out of her.

“What do you want?”

“To have a chat with my neighbour. From wag to wag. Come, sit next to me.”

“A chat about what?” Sasha asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Just… things. Come, sit down. I won’t bite” Mila smiles.

“Ok, fine” Sasha says, sitting as far away from her as she can.

“What a lovely day we’ve had today, uh? Training was so nice…”

“Mila, what do you want?”

“Ok, fine. Straight to the poting” she sighs. “I know it was you.”

“That it was me what?”

“Oh, c´mon, Sasha. You are a clever girl, you know what I am talking about.”

“I do not, no.”

“I know you are the one behind the articles that had been written about me and Rúben on The Sun.”

“What?” she says with a nervous laugh. “Did you hit your head in training today or something?”

“Sasha, it’s over. I know it was you. I just want to know why.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Then let me explain it to you. Rúben and I have been living in Manchester for a few years now, and we had never been papped, no one is interested on us. When we went out with you and Jack, it was the first time a tabloid paid attention to us. We thought it was just a coincidence, that they were there for you, but then the article was all about us, and that was… weird. Then, of course, we have the video of us kissing at the Etihad. We were alone and somewhere where only staff members were allowed, yet we still got caught.”

“Maybe someone from the staff needed some extra money” Sasha shrugs.

“Yeah, maybe… But then we have Ibiza. That morning, we saw you and Jack, and in the afternoon, we got papped.”

“Because they followed you after being with us.”

“It’s a possibility… But I don’t think so. I think it was you, and here is why. On the photos from the day we all went out for dinner, you were almost posing for the camera, it was as if you knew where it was. Then the video. We didn’t cross paths with anyone but you, and what a coincidence that when we saw you, you had just dropped your phone to the floor and the video was taken from the same angle from where you were standing.”

“Just a coincidence” Sasha shrugs again, her cheeks starting to look very red.

“Nah, it wasn’t a coincidence. And what happened in Ibiza, wasn’t one either. When we talked with you and Jack, you basically interrogated Rúben about what we were going to do that day, asking where we were going and when. And then, the same photographer who got you and Jack that morning, was the one that got us. I checked the names.”

“Again, just coincidences.”

“Sasha…” Mila sighs. “We can do this the easy way, or we can sue The Sun, get lawyers involved, and risk having them post about it because the girlfriend of a City player selling the personal life of one of his teammates to the press, is very juicy. So you decide what to do.”

“I… I…” she says, nervously playing with her hands.

“I honestly just want to know why you would expose our relationship like this, Sasha. What have we done to you? I get it if you don’t like me, but Rúben? He is like a huge puppy!”

“I did it because I’m jealous, ok? Jealous of what you have with Rúben” she says, getting up from her seat. “And I don’t know, I thought that by exposing you, you would feel miserable and…”

“And like you.”

“I’m not miserable!”

“Aren’t you? Your boyfriend is constantly cheating on you, getting drunk, embarrassing himself and you too in front of everyone…”

“Don’t insult Jack like that!”

“It know it hurts, but I’m just saying the truth, Sasha. And you know it better than anyone.”

“I…” she says, sitting down again and trying very hard not to cry.

“You need to break up with him.”

“What? No! I can’t!”

“Why not? You are clearly unhappy, this is hurting you.”

“But we’ve been together since forever. What will our families say?”

“If your family truly cares about you, they will understand. This is your relationship, not theirs. And you must do what is best for you.”

“I can’t do it, Mila.”

“Yes, you can” she says, moving to sit next to her, grabbing her hand. “Sasha, you are an amazing woman. Beautiful, intelligent, strong, with your own money and career. You don’t need someone like Jack by your side, someone who is constantly treating you like shit and embarrassing you in front of everyone. You deserve better. So much better.”

“What about him? What if this hurts him and his career?”

“Then he will be getting what he deserves after hurting you so many times before. It’s time you put yourself first.”

“I don’t deserve this.”

“Being treated like shit? I agree.

“No, I mean… Your kindness. I’ve always been a bit of a bitch to you, Mila.”

“You have, yes” she laughs. “But even if this sounds like the corniest and cheesiest thing in the world... women support other women.”

“That’s very cheesy, yes” Sasha laughs. “But thank you. And I’m sorry. I didn’t want to ruin your relationship when it finally starts.”

“Oh, so you also are on the finally boat, uh?”

“I mean… It was there. You two were the only ones not seeing it.”

“It was all me, to be honest” Mila chuckles. “But I’ve opened my eyes, and I’m not closing them ever again.”

“Good. Because he seriously is amazing. Not just on the outside, on the inside too”

“He is, yes. And I’m sure you’ll find your own Rúben one day too.”

“Is it too much to ask for a hug?”

“Of course not. Come here” Mila says, opening her arms.

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“Who is knocking at our door this late in the night?” Rúben groans.

“Someone rude.”

“Urgh, and again. They won’t leave until we open the door.”

“Then go check who it is.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you. What if it is a thief? You are the one with the big and strong arms, you can defend yourself.”

“Mila, thieves don’t knock on your door” he chuckles.

“Just go. I’m starting to forget what I was dreaming about.”

“Was it about me?”

“Go open the door and I’ll tell you later.”

“Fine” Rúben says, rolling his eyes and leaving the bed.

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

“I’m coming, there is no need to keep banging on the door like that!”

“Mate, finally” Jack says when Rúben opens the door. “Did I catch you shagging Mila?”

“What?” he replies, too tired to be annoyed by what Jack just said.

“I don’t know, you are on your underwear.”

“I sleep like this. But Jack, what do you want? I’s 1 a.m. and we have training tomorrow.”

“Sasha just broke up with me. For real this time. And she kicked me out.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Can I stay here for the night, mate? I don’t know where to go and…”

“Mila won’t like it, I’m sorry.”

“Why not?”

“Go to a hotel, Jack” Rúben says, starting to close the door.

“But…”

“Good night, Jack.”

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

“Who was it?” Mila asks when Rúben gets back in bed next to her.

“Jack. Sasha kicked him out” he says while hugging her.

“Good.”

“You don’t feel sorry for him, do you?”

“Not a tiny bit. He got what he deserves.”

“You wicked woman…”

“You said that as if you didn’t love it” Mila says, turning to look at him.

“I love all of you. Wickedness included.”

“So cheesy.”

“So cheesy” Rúben repeats, making fun of her. “Are you gonna tell me now what you were dreaming about?”

“I forgot. Good night, Rúben” Mila says, wrapping her leg and her arm around him and giving him one of her koala hugs before closing her eyes.

“Good night, love” he chuckles, kissing her head and hugging her back.

[shubaka]

And the KinnPorsche rewatch continues...

First we have the side story.

Oh my god. I forgot about Tankhun's fake tears. Bless this over-dramatic idiot <3

Oh, Vegas, your flirting is really a sight to behold. By someone. Not named Porsche. Or Kinn. In fact, Kinn can't even bring himself to open his eyes and look. :')

OKAY BUT THE CUT FROM PORSCHE'S FACE "You think I'm scared of that?" TO HIM UNDER THE COVERS IS THE BEST.

THE WAY PORSCHE CLUTCHES KINN'S HAND! <3 This is so cute *sobs*

And now Episode 7!

Ahhh, I really enjoy the set for this casino.

OH THE GRENADE. It always cracks me up how they left that one dancer with the grenade at the end.

RIP, my dear, I hope you made it out of this mess unharmed :')

Okay, I don't know if I'm just tired, but the way Vegas pops up on screen in his bloody raincoat made me laugh. :')

Ooooooh, okay. Right after Vegas says you can eat whenever you want the camera pans to Pete, who nods (albeit with a bit of attitude). I see, I see, I see. 👀👀👀

I know it's a lot for Porsche to take in, but I wonder if he ever clocks that Macau is wearing the same school uniform as Porchay? alskdjflakwj :')

OKAY I'M SORRY FOR ALL THE FOLLOWING SCREEN CAPS BUT

THIS AWKWARD 'OH SHIT' SMILE AND WAVE IS GIVING ME LIFE. it is second only to Chay's judgey side-eye :') THE WAY HE GLANCES AT THE PHONE AND THEN BACK TO KIM AKSJFALKWEJA WHYYY?? :') :') :')

How to get a Porsche: 1) get a motorbike 2) psspsspsspss

Macau is so easy with his physical interaction with Porsche. Like, he feels comfortable enough to pat Porsche on the arm during this apology even though they barely know each other and had a pretty shitty introduction to each other... It's interesting, especially since Macau seemed pretty isolated from the rest of the minor family during the dinner. Whether it's because of how he sees Vegas and Porsche interacting, or if Vegas told him something.... that's for the fanfics I guess :')

Chay: "I'm sorry I lied" Also Chay: *immediately lies again*

OHMYGOD I THINK BARCODE IS ALREADY TALLER THAN JEFF HERE??? I noticed the camera angle looked a little tilted and

DID THEY TILT THE CAMERA ANGLE SLIGHTLY TO MAKE KIM LOOK SLIGHTLY TALLER IF YOU SQUINT? ADSLFKAJW;KGJLKA someone please tell me i'm just being delulu i can't take this asldkfjawka sorry i'm gonna be thinking about this for the next 12 business days i'amfkwje;lgakjga

ANYWAY now that I sort of recovered from *gestures upwards* that let me get back to my apple thoughts real quick.

So back in episode 2 I basically assigned the green apple as Kinn and the red apple as Porsche. And of course in this episode Korn was cutting up the red apple (Porsche) as he talked about how cutting apples for his wife essentially weakened and, in his mind, rendered his favourite knife useless. And he tells Kinn to find his hold self.

But then he gives the red apple to Kinn! *cue flashback montage of Korn insisting that Porsche is hired to work for Kinn* And Kinn eats the red apple! *clue flashback montage of Kinn eating Porsche uh romantically*

And now we have Kinn telling Tay that he doesn't want to find the old him. He's all about them red apples now. No more green apples.

And look, this post by @technicallyverycowboy about how the green light bleeds away during the bathroom scene.

:D

[grievedifferent]

so, here's a post encompassing all the unused dialogue section-by-section:

josh and chris goofing off with bonus chris showing off for sam and jess

josh and chris talking about josh's phone (we assume pre-breaking into the lodge), then chris and jess talking about josh down by the cable car

this is one i want to focus on. the first is definitely just more added context for the relationship josh and chris have, enforcing its general playfulness. this second one above says a lot about why we never see josh's phone, chris would have asked to borrow it for sure, and josh was not only hiding conversations with dr. hill, but also likely camera feeds, maybe pictures josh doesn't want chris to see, details of his plans, order receipts, emails he could find, etc. a lot of stuff that could spoil everything. additionally, this kind of gives me more context to the "josh using jammers on the cell signal" vibe. again, if we need more context, i'll give it, but i'll spare it for now.

oh yeah, i forgot to even say this, but the chris and jess content about josh: it's not the same as the exchange with sam, but you can tell chris (to me) seems more evasive, wanting to confirm josh is better than he was (thus most all of them safely knowing or assuming josh was not okay after his sisters disappeared / died), but also that chris likely knew "the most" about josh's mental health, trying to sort of be again evasive but honest. while he knows "the most", i think he knows "a version of" josh's mental health journey. as his best friend, he's noticed these disappearances for sure, at the very least. here's a post that might be contextually interesting when it comes to josh's disappearances.

josh, chris, and sam content for those that want more like i do :)

this video does have basically all the cut dialogue here, but here's some bonus of sam and her mom (specifically talking a lot about chris)

and a big one: unused content that features chris actually involved in the prank (making some of the angling of the released game make sense, i think a few chris things slid under the radar, but overall, they went hard with him not being involved.

i think chris as a character would have been hard to make not go after hannah and beth, thus kind of spoiling the "leave them on their own" to separate them to their fates, if only because chris goes after sam, ashley, josh, anyone that he's involved with that's in trouble multiple times. so, in reality, chris would have gone to hannah and beth's aid even when scared or guilty, especially when feeling guilty, so they isolated him out, thus making sense as to why there's only two lines of him being involved (one where he remarks mike is the pretty face of the prank, one where he remarks emily has mike wrapped around her finger).

the second is the end of the prank between sam and jess, which just implies sam was involved.

full jess and emily fight, just some interesting context here for these two, including some immense shade. this fight actually corresponds with this dialogue that was unused for the branches between matt and emily when he's trying to save her. while it was definitely intentionally taken out that emily cheated on matt, this unused dialogue confirms she did, which ironically (from emily's mouth, of course) has her saying that sleeping with mike validated they were over and she wants to be with matt, but we can assume too that she's literally on the spot and could be lying. either way, like i keep saying, it was axed to keep them semi-likable. emily already had the "4.0 honor roll, bitch" vibe to her, she doesn't need more added to her, so i think it's refreshing that emily and mike really do just talk? but also we have to remember ... mike never himself as emily's man when he was dating her, though he seems to "change his tune" with jess, so who knows. he loves women, hates commitment. also, how chilling and brutal is it for matt to demand emily "say it or i won't help you". absolutely twisted. i alway write matt as inherently charitable and romantic ... but don't get on his bad side.

here is an unused conversation between chris and ashley specifically about hannah and mike, thus confirming a lot of i've said about hannah specifically in regards to mike, as well as mike's "commitment" to emily.

one reddit thread discussing the unused dialogue / another reddit thread discussing the unused dialogue <- these are interesting if you just want to get a general consensus of what the fandom is thinking, the second thread also discusses the idea of "new stuff" for the remark versus old content, but basically to surmise: no, those mo-caps footages posted by the actors weren't new, they were old interview footage, but still very cool nonetheless! lots of interviews and mo-cap footage exist. also new data mining abilities gives us a better inner look at the game, including even heights allegedly found, etc. so there's always new content to be discovered, and we have to remember how long until dawn had been in production, how many iterations exist (and exist unfinished), etc. also, the "new mo-cap" wasn't done by the original actors. they were stand-ins.

[envies-writing-corner]

hii would like tender relationship headcanons for heartslabyul with a giggly and sociable mc with golden curls, yeah mc look something like goldilocks from the farytale /ᐠ. .ᐟ\ฅ♡⸝⸝ that's all <3 thanks yuu and have a good day ^^ *hug*

Making it Just Right

Genre: Fluff

Contains: Heartslabyul boys

CW: none

Word Count: 602 (without A/N)

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Riddle Rosehearts:

-Riddle would greatly enjoy spending time with a goldilocks MC, at first he'd be drawn to the need of perfection, watching as you'd run around trying to make things 'just right' as you'd say.

-Dating Riddle would be filled with events such as unbirthdays and attending his equestrian club meets, he'd definitely love having you around the dorm as his significant other but doesn't like how little rules you follow do to your goldilocks nature.

-Seeing you interact with others is always a joy as well, specifically with his dormmates, trying to help out and gossip as much as you can, always seeming to have made a new friend every time you visit.

-Yep, this relationship is just right.

Cater Diamond:

-Dating Cater is a match made in heaven with your bubbly personality and his influencer type status on magicam. You'd always have the most perfect couple pictures posted, whether it's small snippets of your dates or just you two laying about enjoying each others company.

-Cater would love spending all the time he can with you, always relying on your key eye of perfection when it comes to camera angles and lighting for new pictures.

-Just as sociable as you, so I can assure you, you'd be great friends with the light music club, the four of you sitting around the room after a practice gossiping about latest trends and school news.

-This relationship isn't too low or too high, it's perfect.

Ace Trappola:

-Oh where to start...

-The fact that you, a goldilocks personality, can even put up with the ever chaotic soul and spirit that is Ace is a blessing in it of itself. You're Riddle's favorite of all of Heartslabyul's significant others, obviously not counting his own.

-Whenever you're around, Ace clearly tries to impress you, which results in him losing his head. Though you're influence is definitely starting to rub off on our chaotic neutral boy here. With you adding an input in most situations, public or private, Ace starts to actually think through what he does or plans on doing.

-Despite constantly wanting to impress, he doesn't want to see you hurt because of his antics, most of what he does is only done if it means you're safe and ok.

-His love for you is beyond just right, and it makes your heart flutter every time.

Deuce Spade:

-Basically Ace 2.0 but with more braincells. This means he has two more braincells. Because Deuce follows in almost everything Ace does, it results in you sometimes getting stuck in the middle. Even if Deuce tries to keep you away, because of your sociable personality, it causes slight airheaded traits and moments.

-With the want to keep you safe and to be a son that his mother could be proud of, Deuce will do his best to make you happy, sometimes at the risk of facing Riddle's wrath.

-You want to come to an unbirthday with him? He's unknowingly annoying the dormhead for permission. You want him to sleepover and spend the whole night cuddling? He's sneaking out of the dorm to keep you warm in the bitter ramshackle hovel.

-Spending time in public with you is amusing, seeing you chattering about with almost every student is adorable, he loves seeing your eyes glittering and the bounce in your stance as you ramble. He does get jealous if your attention is on another for a while but can you blame him? You're just too cute when happy.

-While under his protection and in his loving arms, you'll be just right in this new world.

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Authors Note: Thank you for the request! As stated previously I won't be writing for specific characters due to not knowing enough about them, one of these characters is Trey Clover, I apologize if you were looking forward to his but I currently don't have too much knowledge about him.

[tabletofruination]

Expedition Log: Day One at Casseroya Lake

((small ooc note: i unfortunately only have violet for the moment because i am poor and also just have no way of getting scarlet for funsies. so please ignore any inconsistencies in appearance, i tried to make her look canon as possible with what i had <3 thanks in advance!!))

[pt. 1 (you are here), pt. 2]

[initial recording time: 2:59pm]

"Ugh, should I really be recording in this rain? Green's taking a brief nap, yeah, but ugh. If I don't do it now, I'm totally gonna forget..."

Despite the concern on her face, though, she seems more than apt to get her pep up and repositions the camera and makes a cheerful little gesture.

"...Screw it, we'll do it live! Hi everyone, it's Juli!"

Juliana talks easily, despite what seems to be a small rasp in her throat--one could likely excuse it at maybe a bit of sickness taking her, but still being able to speak on despite it. It at least shows the girl is determined, if little else, as she gestures with her hand out to the area.

"Green's taking a little nap while I go exploring outside a bit! Never really been fond of the rain, that one. But I'm over by the watchtower of Casseroya Lake, and the view is just plain stunning! Here, get a good look!"

Juliana seems to reposition the camera, the view going outward as one can hear the girl's energetic steps as she focuses on a few different views from the lake.

"Ehe! The sky's so clear, but it's still raining Fidough and Glameow--but look at that pretty sunlight! Isn't it just gorgeous?"

Juliana's laughter, her vibrance and enthusiasm, it's all very clear in how she animatedly talks about her surroundings--about some of the Pokemon she's seen so far, about how Darling has been able to go for a nice swim and enjoy herself while Guidance keeps a watch--it's a tangent that gets Juliana to laugh a bit, before she seemingly stops herself short.

"--But right, right! This is, uh, supposed to be about my notes for the expedition, right? Right. I'll see if I can edit this out once I do my presentation, but...I don't know, it always makes me super happy to be able to talk about my Pokemon, you know?"

One can hear shuffling as the camera view shifts down a little bit, as if Juliana is taking a seat upon the rainsoaked ground a bit.

"But let's get started with our observations! And, oh, a little bit of history about this place. That's important too, right?"

"So! This place is Casseroya Lake, basically a beautiful haven for water Pokemon to thrive, and home to at least a few of Paldea's great wonders! On one side, you've got the Colonnade Hollow--a place where Dragon and Fighting types tend to come and raise their young before moving to other places, and a pretty common place to find Noibat, if you're looking for them! The dark cave kinda tends to evoke their old home in...Kalos, right? I think that's where they're from originally, at least."

"Then you've got the Gracia Stones, which are probably some of the nicest rock formations you'll find off of the coast of Paldea! I admit, their history isn't something I've learned about yet, but if I had to make a guess...it must've been the den of a great Water type Pokemon, waaay long ago!"

"And then there's Casseroya Falls! It's the connecting point between Glaseado Mountain--" Juliana turns her camera back towards the lake, angling it so a faint view of the mountain can be seen. "--And the lake itself! Water melting down from the mountain comes and graces the lake, welling in it, and connecting all life within it...heehee! Isn't that super cool? It just means that each and every one of us, we're all connected in some way or another--from the water that comes down the mountain, from the lake, and into the faucets of our homes, we are connected in all things. Or...something like that!"

Juliana seems to giggle a bit, brightly as she focuses the shot on the lake again and seems to sigh as the rain continues. If she minds, it doesn't seem obvious in her (admittedly still a little raspy) voice.

"If you can believe it, there used to be a giant, Titanic Pokemon that roamed these parts. The Elusive, False Dragon Titan...which in truth, was actually two Pokemon working in tandem with one another!"

"You see, about a year and a half ago, I was helping a friend of mine with his own research, see--his name's Arven, he makes the best food you could ever ask for! No joke, I'm pretty sure this guy could put any and all of Paldea's sandwich shops out of business if he opened one up. But I shouldn't get carried away! But we wound up finding and fighting this Titan, see? And at first, it was this big, huge Dondozo that had seemed to eat a Tatsugiri! And like, what on earth, right?! Poor little guy was just living his life."

"But you see--the Tatsugiri, it was actually like, waaay smarter than it looked. It was actually controlling the Dondozo from inside of it's mouth, and it wound up fighting us too after we managed to defeat it's big shield! It was the weirdest thing ever! But we managed to find this really special herb in a cave, and--"

"Juliana. Are you going to sit here and talk all day?"

"--Eep!"

Juliana's phone seems to immediately drop into the wet grass as she startles, but it's...strange, almost. The voice in question that speaks up--it's decidedly older in nature, though it's gender isn't exactly easy to determine. But more odd is the seeming...closeness of the voice. And it's qualities, too--it doesn't exactly feel like a voice that has suddenly come up beside someone, startling them while they're talking.

It seems to almost...reverb, in a way that one can't quite place their finger on. It feels there, yet not. Human, but with just enough weirdness to make one question it. It's strange, but the camera's gone dark as Juliana dropped it, and she seems to chuckle no worse for wear.

"Green, come on! You can't go scaring a girl like that when she's in the middle of a story!"

"I am well aware. I simply think there are better uses of your time than simply nattering into a camera about ancient history; writing is a far better medium for such things, no?"

"I mean, I guess..." Juliana seems slightly dejected, though she seems to laugh afterward. "But you lose all of the enthusiasm with writing, you know?"

"Mmm. I do suppose that is a fair point; I acquiesce." Green seems to chuckle, the sound very light and with a quality that seems mature in nature. Like a good hearted, gentle chuckle. "But we should begin our journey to the other side of the lake, if we wish to make it by nightfall."

"Yeah?" Juliana can be heard shifting a bit in the wet grass, seeming to ponder that. "Did you or Guidance find something?"

"I can sense something in the distance. I am not...entirely certain of what the energy is, but it feels real. I believe we may be onto something, if my hunch is correct."

"Wait, for real?! Why didn't you say so sooner?!" Juliana seems to jump up, her voice becoming more distant as she gets off the ground. "Come on, lets get going! If we have Buddy ferry us across, we should be able to get there before night time, right?"

...Oddly enough, Green's voice seems a touch more distant too. Odd, given that there seem to have been no other steps heard...? "That is exactly what I was thinking. We should make haste, then. I imagine the rain will let up in due time as well, and as long as Buddy stays on task, we should be able to make it swiftly."

"Let's get going, then! Oh, I just can't wait...!"

"Ah, Miss Juliana--do not forget your phone! You will need that, won't you?"

"Oh, shoot, right! Hang on a second--"

Juliana seems to pick up the Rotomphone again, the camera a touch blurry from the rainsoaked grass it laid in, but no worse for wear otherwise. There's a brief bit of darkness as she seems to wipe down the camera, starting to walk back while cheerfully signing off.

"Alright, that's going to end the first part of this! But I'll keep all of you posted on what we're able to find next! Bye-bye~!"

The camera ends on an odd shot of the ground--one which had been seen earlier, if only from a distance. Very little seems to be different about it from a glance, but...

...

Odd. Were there always those little buds growing on the ground? If you blink you'll miss them, but hm. How strange.

Either way, the video ends off here.

[osp-originals]

Stunt Gone Wrong

TW: concussion, emeto

———

Vio was slightly worried by Ethan and Jessica’s poor stunt-tackling form, but the two didn’t seem to share Vio’s concern.

“We’ll be fine,” Ethan insisted.

“If you say so,” they finally gave up.

“Alright, ready for take two?” Tomas asked.

“I was born ready!” said Ethan enthusiastically.

“Yeah, me too!” Jessica giggled.

Ethan’s arm was already bruised from the last take, but he didn’t care.

This shot is going to be so good!

“Camera?” said Tomas.

“Speed,” said Raj, who was laying on the floor to get the perfect low angle for the shot.

“Sound?”

“Speed,” Min responded.

“Slate,” Tomas said, holding out the slate in front of the camera. “Scene two, shot one, take two, marker.”

Snap!

“And, action,” he directed.

Jessica started running at Ethan and Ethan started running away from her, toward the camera. She jumped on him as if tacking him without actually pushing him. He fell down in what was supposed to be a controlled manner. He wasn’t expecting the camera to be right where his head was supposed to land.

Smack!

“Ow!” Ethan yelped.

He held the side of his head that hit the camera and his face contorted with pain.

“Oh my- I’m so sorry!” Jessica apologized as she climbed off of him. “Are you okay?”

Raj stayed frozen in wide-eyes shock. Vio immediately came running over.

“Babe, are you okay?” asked Vio.

“Oww,” he groaned and rolled over onto his front.

“Let me see it,” Vio ordered.

They pulled his hand away from his head and pushed his hair aside to look for where he hit his head.

“Well, it’s not bleeding,” they said, “as far as I can tell with all this hair.”

“Oh,” Raj sighed.

“What?” asked Vio.

“I thought I heard his head crack, but it was the camera lens,” he explained.

“Oh no, the lens is broken?” Ethan asked, finally opening his eyes to look at it.

“Okay, he’s fine,” Tomas said with a laugh.

“I don’t know about that,” Vio hesitated.

“No, I’m fine,” Ethan assured them. “Just a bit… I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” they questioned. “That sounds concerning.”

“No, it’s nothing,” he insisted.

It was not nothing. The room seemed to be spinning, but he couldn’t think of the word to describe that feeling, so he just gave up.

“Alright, fine. You should at least take a break, though,” they advised him.

“Yeah, definitely,” he agreed.

“We can just film the scene four while we’re waiting,” Tomas suggested.

Ethan walked himself to the lounge room. He felt like he was on a tiny boat at sea, but no one said anything about him stumbling or walking weirdly, even Vio.

I must be imagining it.

He was glad the lights were already dim. The bright lights down the hall were starting to hurt to look at. He plunked himself down on the couch.

This is a nice couch.

He had never been in the engineering lounge before. In fact, he had only been in the engineering building once before this shoot.

His thoughts about the engineering building were soon derailed by him noticing an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach. He knew the feeling well; it was a sort of latent queasiness. He also knew that if it progressed to full-on nausea, he would probably lose his lunch.

I don’t know where the bathrooms are around here. I guess I can use that trash can in the hall if I have to. I was careful about what I ate today. I wonder why my stomach is upset?

He decided not to think about it too much. Thinking about it always made it worse. Over the course of a couple of minutes, the headache that he didn’t realize he had got worse and he grew tired. He lied down on the couch.

I wonder if I can sleep this off.

His stomach seemed to object to that idea. After a few more minutes, the trademark feeling of nausea developed.

He listened to the others filming and considered his options. They were around the corner in the hallway, basically on the other side of the wall that the couch was up against.

If I use that trash can, they’ll probably see me. Hmm… I don’t really have another choice though, do I?

He didn’t have much time to think about it either. Saliva started to pool in his mouth, and he knew that meant he had about ten seconds. He sat up on the couch. Right away, he noticed that his balance was even worse than it was before.

Oh, this is going to be… difficult.

He wobbled the moment he stood up. His eyes locked onto the bin.

Come on, it’s not that far.

He staggered forward, using various things for support when he could. He made it to the trash can and grabbed both sides of it.

Yes, alright, now just brace yourself…

“Ethan?”

“HuUEk—” he gagged dryly before he had time to process who said his name. Drool dripped from his lips.

“Oh my goodness, babe, are you okay?” Vio asked.

His body’s answer to that was apparently to send up a mouthful of vomit. His stomach started to hurt and he instinctively put his arm around it.

“Oh, babe…” Vio said.

Their voice had such a sympathetic tone to it. They placed their hand on his back and gently rubbed it. It was embarrassing for them to do this in front of other people, but still almost as comforting as it usually was.

His stomach cramped again and he hurled up a spoonful of thick sick.

Why do the tiny amounts always have to hurt the most?

He spat out the excessive saliva and caught his breath.

“Do you think it’s something you ate?” Vio asked quietly so the others wouldn’t hear.

Ethan shook his head. “Not that I can think of.”

“Hold on,” Vio said, seemingly realizing something. “Does your head still hurt?”

He nodded.

“You might have a concussion.”

The fact he had hit his head had somehow slipped his mind.

“That would make sense,” he agreed.

“Can I see your eyes?”

He looked up at them, squinting at the bright lights.

“Open them a little more,” they requested.

He did as they asked. The light made his headache grow exponentially. After less than a second, he retched up a puny dribble into the trash can again.

“Aw, babe, I’m sorry,” they apologized. “Your pupils are huge, though. We should definitely go to the health center.”

“Okay,” he mumbled.

[p0ssywhippedcream]

Oh, ticket time? How about a fluffy little story about L. He's feeling frustrated that the fellow detective he likes rarely looks his way. And then one day, he manages to see HER face when she looks away (maybe he reviewed surveillance footage or she turned to face a reflective surface like a window or mirror) and discovers all this time, she's been hiding her blushing face from him (cuz she likes him too)

This ask was a little difficult to write because I couldn’t really imagine exactly what scenario would allow this to happen but with a little tweaking, I think I figured out a way to write this. Let me know what you think, lovebug!

A/n = alias name

I imagine that L and you are on a call like you usually are when solving a case together. He has his screen showing his alias and you have yours. Sometimes though, when showing physical evidence only one of you has, you turn on the video camera feature.

L of course, scoots away from the camera and will dangle whatever needs to be shown with a finger and thumb in front of the screen. You do the same but holding the object like a regular person.

This time, your background is different then your usual work space. Today you’re in a hotel room, showing off a piece of burnt paper to your fellow detective as he comes to endless conclusions.

You haven’t yet realized that from the angle your laptop sits at, your face is shown in the reflection of the fridge. Your beautiful, beautiful face that only L knows belongs to the infamous A/n.

You look exactly how L would imagine you and yet completely different. You have that same fire in your eyes, of desire for justice and balance that he knew you would have but the color is much more vibrant than he pictured. Your hair is fuller, your smile more joyful and your entire demeanor is much more bouncy and energetic.

Besides all that wonderful news about you being stunning and also very positive and full of life, this also means L can figure out whether or not he actually has a influence on you.

He finishes his rambling with a “I will check out the father of Wallace, he seems to know more than he lets on.” and you nod.

Dropping the paper, L hears you move to pick up the snack you’d been eating this meeting and resume chewing. If there’s one thing you have in common, it’s constant eating.

“How did your date go with the Australian woman last week?” He asks casually and you made a funny noise. If he didn’t see your eyes bulge, L would think you were choking.

You chuckle around your food and swallow, “Horribly. Turns out some people believe that the Earth is not only flat, but donut-shaped. She insisted I must not know basic science because obviously the Earth is shaped like a donut, are you stupid?” Your voice went higher pitched at the end as you mocked the woman and you giggled at your impressive impression of nails on a chalkboard.

L laughed lightly along with you. At least his love life was so bare he wouldn’t have to deal with that. Instead he decided to be heavily in love with the one friend his age he’s ever had.

“Right. How could you be so dumb, A/n. Don’t you see the giant sprinkles in the sky at night?”

You laugh so hard you almost fall over but instead run directly into the counter your computer is balanced on and push it into the sink. Doing damage control and pulling it out with a yogurt spoon stuck to the bottom, L sees one of your eyes peek into frame for a second only to disappear quickly.

You set the computer back down at it’s original angle except here, L can see your reflection even better.

“You know, if you simply went out with smarter people, you wouldn’t have this problem. Take me, at least I know that the world is a cube.”

Usually, this is the part where you say something snarky and shut him down like always and L wonders why you’re so damn hard to flirt with. Today however, when L sees your cheeks blossom red in the silver reflection, a seed of hope does the same in his stomach.

“Ah yes, but if I “went out” with you, it would be considered staying in. Get it? Cause you never leave the house?” You laughed heartily at your own joke and L charitably gave you a chuckle for good measure.

He could take the lame digs at his habits now, better than he used to. At least now he knows he’s got some sort of shot with you, even if it’s a shot in the reflective silver light of hotel refrigerators.