#but this episode plays it straight when they make fun of him for it

[perenlop]

talking about this in the replies with eve but i feel like it's made worse by the episode's theme. regina is made into a spectacle in the episode itself and the entire point is that she and glaceon have become extremely reactive and paranoid over it to the point of shutting out and hurting people who don't mean anything by it. and the cycle of that trauma only serves to isolate regina more.

but then the episode undermines that by having goh "present" ash to the class and basically make fun of how "hes so obsessed with pokemon and thats kinda weird" and the class laughs at how ash tries to defend himself, and the scene is played for comedy and we're supposed to laugh like "ha! TYPICAL ash!"

i feel like a smarter show would have included that scene to foreshadow regina's trauma and parallel her experiences to the one ash just had, and have that serve as a learning experience for goh that it's not okay to humiliate your friends for the sake of an "entertaining" presentation, and goh feels guilty bc he's also been through similar things with his mew special interest and perpetuated that cycle. you don't even have to go at it with an autism angle, it couldve just been a good anti bullying episode that isn't too "in your face" about its themes. but then we'd have some organic conflict between the main cast and we can't have that.

something abt the presentation where goh just presents ash to the class makes me feel sorta uncomfortable tbh

[bacchuschucklefuck]

okay unironically I love so much that porter is like this world SUCKS its BAD here and it HURTS you why do you care abt it!!! and literally every single bad kid is like ngl we just hate ur ass it does not matter what ur philosophy is

[puhpandas]

getting into ben 10 is so sad bc I binge the entire OS and am like wow cant wait for more and then every other series doesnt have the things I liked about OS and even casual fans online say that 10yo Ben's character in OS is more compelling than all the others but theres barely any of him after OS

[smolbeandrabbles]

Me, reading this fic:

I ran out of tags! 🥲 It’s been so fun to read your work! 🥰 Especially of the certified Best Boy™️

I can’t wait to read more 💚

Dance with me? (Roronoa Zoro x f!reader)

Summary: you try to convince Zoro to dance to a slow song with you.

A/n: okay so i love dancing. And i love Zoro. So i thought: why not have Zoro dancing?! And then this idea came out 🤣 it's kinda short, just cause i wanted to write down this scenario ajskajakja i hope you like it though 🩷 this was slightly inspired by Selena Gomez's Body Heat. This song isn't as slow as the song i imagine them dancing to in the fic but the lyrics fit sooo well 🤭 also let's pretend there's a band playing at the Baratie lmaooo

Warnings: drinking, swearing, maybe ooc Zoro (i just had to get this man dancing yk ajskajksja)

"We're connected by the sun

And all of the stars above

You melt me and my body feels no shame

And I don't care tonight

If it burns too bright

'Cause, baby, that's why I came"

You were at the Baratie celebrating after very a successful mission!

Luffy and Usopp were inside eating as much as they could (like always lol) and you were outside watching the band play and the people dance.

Sitting with you and sharing drinks, there were your best friend Nami and your crush Roronoa Zoro.

Yep, you were crushing on the moss haired swordsman ever since you joined the straw hats.

You thought about confessing to him several times, but you were really afraid of being rejected and making things awkward at the Going Merry. No, you couldn't risk that, not when you loved your crew that much.

What you didn't know is that the pretty swordsman felt exactly the same, even though he tried to fight that feeling everytime you flashed your beautiful smile at him.

yeah two idiots secretly in love with each other oh well ajskajskaj

The three of you were just relaxing and drinking when the band started playing one of your favorite songs. It was a slow and romantic song that touched deep into your heart.

- oh my gosh, i love this song - you closed your eyes and started swaying to the beat. It felt wonderful.

You weren't sure if it was the alcohol making you brave or if you just couldn't stand hiding your feelings anymore, but you turned to face Zoro and you were so certain of what you were saying even he was a bit surprised.

- come on, dance with me - you said, very sure of your words.

- what? No. I don't do "dancing", (Y/N). - Zoro replied, crossing his arms and looking away, knowing very well that if he kept looking at your beautiful eyes he was going to give in at some point.

- please, it's just one song... i can lead you - you said almost pleading.

You approached him and put your small hand on his strong arm (yep, the alcohol definitely was making you brave). That's when he couldn't resist anymore and turned to look at you.

- please, Zoro... for me?

The way you said that and tilted your head slightly to the side made Zoro feel something deep inside of him he never had felt before. How could he say no to you?

He rolled his eyes:

- okay, okay... but just one song. Make it quick.

You were so happy you nearly jumped out of your seat.

- yay!! It'll be short, i promise. Let's go! - you said clapping and happily standing up.

He got up too and you grabbed his hand to lead him to the dance area. Yes, you just grabbed the Roronoa Zoro's hand and pulled him with you. Maybe it weren't the drinks, maybe you were just really determined to be with him ajskajskaj

When you got there, you started giving him the directions.

- okay, you have to put your hands here - you grabbed both his hands and placed them on your waist. The touch was so soft and intimate it made your whole skin tingle - and i go here - you placed your arms around his neck.

You could feel he was still a bit suspicious about the whole thing for how tense his muscles felt, but you decided you were going to make that a good time for both of you.

- hey, you're tense - you said softly - just... relax, okay? I know it may seem scary but dancing is supposed to be fun. You don't have to be a pro to enjoy it, just... feel it. It's just you and I having a good time together. No pressure at all.

Little did you know Zoro wasn't feeling nervous because of the dancing. Well, maybe a bit (he had never done that before ajskajskaj), but it wasn't the main reason.

He was nervous for being that close to you. God knows what he could do being so close to the girl he had been crushing on for so long.

You ran your hands through his shoulders and arms, trying to calm him down and feeling his strong muscles slowly relaxing under your touch.

- now you just focus on the beat and move along. When i move right, you move right. When i go back, you go forward. Just... feel it and enjoy - you said kindly and you started moving with the song.

You both moved smoothly through the dance floor and it felt amazing.

- see, it's not that hard. I'm sure you've faced bigger challenges than this one, pirate hunter - you emphasized these two words in a mocking way.

That made him chuckle and look down, feeling a bit shy.

Yes! You made him laugh 🤩 you loved knowing you were the one to create such cute sight.

On the other hand: fuck, you made him laugh 💀 everytime he smiled it made you weak on your knees and you couldn't even think straight.

That's when you closed your eyes and rested your head on his chest, while you both just moved along to the beat. It was such a blissful moment, dancing to a song you loved and sharing it with a person you loved too.

Being there with him, enjoying the beat, feeling safe in Zoro's arms... you felt like you could live in that moment forever.

When you lifted your head and looked into his eyes again, it was like the rest of the world disappeared. There was just the two of you, holding each other and sharing loving looks.

You were so close and you could feel his eyes staring at your lips. You took that as a sign.

You cupped his cheek and slowly went in for a kiss.

Was that really happening?! You wanted to pinch yourself to check if all of that wasn't actually another delulu dream of yours.

But it was real. You could feel it.

The kiss was soft and sweet, but also full of emotion.

When you parted you were blushing madly so you just hid your face on his chest again and went back to dancing. This time you could feel he laid his head on top of yours too and that made your heart so warm. And that's because you didn't know he was enjoying it so much he had his eyes closed too, or else you would have exploded.

You knew at some point later you and Zoro would have to discuss feelings and stuff, but at that moment all that mattered was enjoying now.

You stayed like that for another few seconds until the song ended and everyone started clapping at the band. You and Zoro parted and smiled at each other. crap there was that pretty smile again

- see, you nailed it! - you said playfully punching him - thank you for coming with me, it was so nice. And i kept my promise, short and quick - you chuckled.

- yeah... now i kinda wish it lasted longer though - he said trying to look away to hide the small blush that was on his cheeks. Now besides smiling!Zoro, you also had him blushing?! It was definitely a dream.

You hooked your arm in his and led him out the dance area.

When you were going back to your seats, you saw Nami staring at you with a smug face. Damn, was she watching the whole thing?! Prepare for teasing in 3, 2...

- what a show, huh? - Nami said smirking and raising her eyebrows.

- shut up, Nami - Zoro said nonchalantly as he sat down and crossed his arms again, with that "100% done" face of his to try to hide the faint blush that was still on his cheeks.

You just chuckled and sat down for another drink, still feeling the bliss of that amazing moment you had just lived.

And you know what, the night was just beginning. Who knows what else could happen 😉

"Let's go all night

Just you and me

If you're the flame, I'm kerosene"

[poguehearted77]

OBX Season 5: Payback for Maybank - masterlist

Actor! Au Pairing: Actress! Reader x Drew Starkey Your Character: Piper Monroe, a jack of all trades whose hustle was making a living as an arms dealer in Morocco. Until a group of foreigners find her with an appetite for revenge, and she decides to tag along.

These can be read in any order, the season summary is just to give you some background on the character and role you played in the final season. In this mini series you'll get to see what really goes on behind the scenes.

Lmk if you want to be added to the tag list <3

Season Summary: This season, the Pogues are back, and their hunt for Chandler Groff leads them through the scorching sands of Morocco—and straight into your path, a mischievous arms dealer with secrets as deep as your scars. Due to your betrayal, the Pogues are ambushed and barely survive, saved only by your last-minute change of heart. Even after your redemption and display of loyalty, Rafe still doesn’t trust you, and in your uneasy alliance, he keeps you close, sometimes too close. Tension crackles between you, with moments where his knife is at your throat, yet something unspoken simmers beneath the surface. In the final episode, as danger closes in, confessions boil over when you and Rafe find yourselves held hostage by the leader of the mercenaries, Finch. During your time in bondage, you connect on feelings of solitude and regrets, but you see a spark in him when he mentions a girl back home, a reason to keep fighting. It's a race against time before Finch comes back to kill you. To both your frustration, critical thinking and strategic camaraderie are necessary for your escape. When you find yourselves stuck in a sticky situation amidst your escape, you make the ultimate sacrifice for Rafe, reminding him, “You have someone to live for,” before initiating a human diversion in a suicide mission, giving Rafe the chance to make it back to the Pogues, giving him a second chance.

Below the cut you’ll find my masterlist of life behind the scenes of season 5. Including premiere appearances, bloopers, red carpets, interviews and your budding romance with Drew.

Lights, Camera, Action! -> It's your first day on set and your nerves are through the roof but the cast makes you feel at home. You practice your lines, but the sparks between you and Drew are unscripted.

Between the Lines -> It's the little things that go on behind the scenes between you and Drew that makes your chemistry electric.

Co-Star Confessions-> The cast takes you along for a trip to take a lie detector test. The jokes are rolling and the tea starts to spill. -coming soon (12/01)

Portugal Nights-> The day was tense. Rehearsals were much more more heated than the lines intended and the thin rubber band of restraint holding you both apart was bound to snap, and it finally does.-coming soon

The Wrap Party-> Filming is over and that's a wrap for Outer Banks. Things get emotional but Drew knows how to cheer you up.-coming soon

Limelight -> Due to your smaller role in the season compared to the main cast, you only had a few solo interviews but not without a few surprises. -coming soon

Wardrobe Malfunction-> You and Drew were scheduled to make it to the red carpet by 8 sharp, but not everything goes as planned.-coming soon

Ship Wars-> The fans are back at it again, and the shipping continues. Debating that Piper and Rafe should've had a romantic arc. You and Drew are given a special interview to address them.-coming soon

The Power Couple-> Drew finally made things official, so you began to have your fun with the fans and let them put the pieces together.-coming soon

The After Party-> The champagne is bubbly in your systems when you and Drew are stumbling into your hotel room after the party.-coming soon

I do not own or take credit for the characters or cast of outer banks. These are all pure fiction and do not accurately reflect the cast.

[stevie-petey]

but don't you remember? (august, honey, you were mine)

﹂ season four of "come home"

it's senior year and everything has changed. though steve harrington is now your boyfriend, not all of the change has been good. jonathan is gone, dustin is pulling away, the party is divided, and max's sunken eyes remind you of her brother's. all the change threatens to suffocate you. then one phone call, multiple dead bodies, and a song from your past changes everything you thought you once knew. time has never been your friend, especially when it reopens old wounds. (which only complicates things between you and steve). (and the upside down makes everything worse). (as usual).

episode one - the hellfire club: el writes to you as if youre her husband away at war, you debate the intricate nature of liking boobies with robin and steve, lucas is your beloved while eddie munson is your sworn enemy, steve accidentally exposes your (horribly hidden) daddy issues, dustin is an angsty teen, and jonathan really loves to drop emotional bombshells on you. can you believe this all happens in one day ? lol cheers to senior year !

episode two - vecnas curse: you and billy play marco polo, max interrupts a saturday morning breakfast at the henderson household, robin crushes steves dream of becoming a 1950s housewife, reefer rick has an odd taste in movies, boathouses are creepy in the dark, and eddie munson likes it when you pull his hair.

episode three - the monster and the superhero: you and steve can never have a normal conversation, dustin threatens nasa, eddie sadly eats his cereal because youre mean to him, youre once again nancys biggest fan, dustin and steve have an awkward heart to heart, and you and max become felons together and trauma bond (again) !

episode four - dear billy: steve almost hits lucas with a lamp, you try to trick your boyfriend into a gloomy arrangement, steve and nancy have a Talk, robin suddenly becomes an academic weapon, and max threatens legal action, gets really into hallmark cards, and levitating. all in that order.

episode five - the nina project: you and dustin steal pancakes to spite ted wheeler, steve just wants one morning of peace, nancy takes you to a haunted house, cobwebs are surprisingly intimate to remove from someone, and vecna decides to play flashlight tag with everyone. hes so sweet :)

episode six - the dive: dustin rejects the pity pringles you offer, eddie is straight up not having a good time, nancy does some investigative journalism about you and steve (gossips with robin), and steve suddenly decides he wants to take up scuba diving. for some reason. but hey ! title drop time !

episode seven - the massacre at hawkins lab: bats are really fucking annoying to fight, you always somehow end up critically injured, nancy carries the group on her back as always, eddie gives steve relationship advice (embarassing, tbh), interdimensional bike riding is lowkey fun, and you take a trip down memory lane.

⌑ last updated: 11/3/24

⌑ season four title based on this song x

⌑ blurbs set within "come home" can be found here x

⌑ “come home” season masterlist

*note: this is a part of my stranger things rewrite, “come home”, and other seasons can be found linked above :)

[dadvans]

i am just so sad right now. like going into s8 i didn’t think bucktommy would be endgame, but the way s8 started changed my mind, so to have them be literally so in love for 5 episodes straight just to have them break up in the most abrupt way?? it just feels so last minute which is shocking because in the interviews this was apparently a planned thing but it doesn’t feel like it at all. Like if this was a concern Tommy had why didn’t it come up at all? like little throwaway lines of Tommy making jokes of Buck getting sick of him or wanted to explore other options or whatever. I hope the backlash makes them rethink, and Tommy comes back but for now it doesn’t seem like it. I guess my only hope is that Buddie goes canon, but even then i won’t be able to really enjoy it. I seriously don’t know if i’ll be able to keep watching the show, not solely because they broke up, but because of how they broke up. (srry for the long ask, just needed to vent)

no apologies needed!

at the end of the day, so many of us found joy in their story, their chemistry, the way even up until the final second tommy admitted that what he wanted with buck was something that would inevitably break his heart.

they were good together. tommy fit into so many intimidating parts of buck's life with ease. tommy is (as far as we know) still good friends with buck's best friend! tommy loved him anyway, loved him warts and all, road shotgun to buck's worst fears and weirdest conspiracies.

at the end of the day, we have a few things:

we GOT them. we got to see them together, we got the soft looks, we got the kisses, the foundation of them that is real and canon in a way we could strike like a match against the edge of a box to light them up for real all over again. i don't think "being canon" gives any credence or superiority to a ship, and have shipped people or characters that have never interacted/existed together in a tangible way, simply because it's FUN. that's how i'll always have fun with ships and fandom, BUT! what a wonderful thing to celebrate that we DID have them, that we have this as a foundation for whatever comes next, that there is never a door permanently closed to them finding each other again when it was already real from the start

for a lot of us, this isn't how their story ends. it's insane that so much fic and content was produced for a canon ship like this. so often fandom is chasing down the what-ifs and never-hads. a lot of us invested in bucktommy because they had the compatibility, the fit, the chemistry, the potential. that's novel shit! that doesn't just evaporate because they broke up in canon. it certainly hurts. the kind of hype we were surfing will crash and sink back in the oncoming months, but i know talking to a lot of people tonight that we aren't done with this ship. we aren't ready to say goodbye.

i'm sad. i'm angry. i felt a real sense of queer euphoria whenever i saw them together, even for 30 seconds, teetering on the edge of this new couple joy learning each other into something new and weird and fun that always lingered as a promise on the edge of their interactions. i was so excited for who buck could become with tommy as his home base. shifting that has rocked me in a bad way.

i expect people to inevitably step away from this ship and this fandom, but i'll mention that non-canon ships like arthur/eames or mcshep or social network rpf or short-lived shows from 1996 (hi sentinel) have had long-lived fandoms and left long-lasting impressions in other fandoms that have lasted for over a decade of zero additional content. this is a playground that, just because they've parted ways for now, we don't have to stop playing in.

and i'll be honest: i have several WIPs i'm like, well trash that! after watching the most recent episode. but i also have a dozen new ideas. new ways they could fall in love now or again, new ways they could meet, new ways they could be for each other.

i'll keep creating. i'll keep dreaming. they won't ever not have the spark that they had. the show could end tomorrow but we'll always have an open door to believing and shaping the thousands of ways they can and will find each other again.

[cloudysarts]

Hi there!!

I want to say that your “Mabel’s muse” Au concept has absolutely called my attention, Bill mentions multiple times (Dipper and Mabel’s guide to mystery and fun and TBOB) how he likes Mabel’s personality and wanted her to be his ally…sooo the idea of an alternative time where he decided to approach her and where she trusts him and considers him as her friend is absolutely full of potential

I just think about how many stuff would change and how bill would be a little more genuine with her as he for once isn’t pretending to be an all-wise being and having to constantly rise the ego of Genius minds…instead he just has to party with a teenager whose idea of fun is quite similar to his…he doesn’t have to be the “supreme being” for once just a silly fella in order to earn Mabel’s trust

Also about how some episodes would have to take a completely different route:

maybe “Mindscapers” wouldn’t even take place…because I doubt that Mabel would trust a Bill if he went inside Stan’s head

Bill possessing her during the “sock opera”episode instead of dipper

Also don’t get me started on “the last Mabelcorn” episode. All the angst and horror that Ford would feel when he finds out about the whole friendship with bill situation reflecting himself on Mabel and probably Dipper being the one who search for the unicorn hair while ford tries to convince her that Bill isn’t trustworthy

I apologize for my rant but I seriously love your idea and sorry if it’s a bit confusing English isn’t my first language

I hope you have a nice day and thank you for reading this silly thing!!

first of all, your english is great!! second of all, i am SO sorry it took me so long to respond to this ask, it just made me so happy that i wanted to take my time to craft a response!!!!!! :DDDD (context: for people who don't know what my 'mabels muse' au is, you can check it out over here!)

you are practically SPOT ON with my ideas for this au!!!!!! but i'm gonna briefly run through all the things you brought up!!

first of all, yes, absolutely!!!! for bill, partner-ing up with mabel was a very nice change of pace. he likes stroking the ego's of genius', just for his own amusement, but he doesnt get the THRILL of just getting to PLAY very often!! he's a very childish being, at the end of the day. he enables mabel's selfishness, while getting to indulge his own, silly passions right alongside her!! and obviously, mabel LOVES being enabled <3 i imagine most of the dreams he gives her would make any normal persons eyes bleed

as for your episode ideas, you're mostly right!!! :) mindscaperers does, in fact, NOT happen in this au. in my head, i imagine gideon trying to summon him, only for an 'I.O.U' to appear where bill should be. he's busy hanging out with his favorite pre-teen!!! so gideon skips straight to his backup plan, aka, gideon rises ^^

for sock opera, i'm still on the fence a little bit. one of the reasons bill is hanging out with her at all in this au is because, unlike in the regular timeline, this bill actively wants stanford to be brought home. the reason mabel is important to him, is because he can see timelines where she presses the button in not what he seems, and keeps him from returning. in his mind, he has the greatest shot of success if mabel doesn't press it. in this au, she doesnt even hesitate to trust stan, because she has another, trustworthy voice in her head, yelling DON'T PRESS THE BUTTON. its 2v1! ANYWAY, the reason any of that matters for sock opera, is because he wouldnt have any need to possess anyone, because he has no interest in smashing the laptop! BUT.....i can see him doing it anyway. i figure, most likely, he gets mabel to (willingly) let him use her body, so that she can work on her sock opera while her body sleeps. i just imagine a bill-possessed mabel up at 3 am, covered in hot glue and googly eyes as he tries to work it out shjdkfhjsdkf. but......honestly, he probably destroys the laptop in the process :) just to fuck with dipper <3 not that dipper ever finds out its her. he has no idea that mabel was ever possessed/has no reason to suspect her, because at this point, he still doesnt think bill is real. that is....until the last mabelcorn.

IN the last mabelcorn, mabel reveals to ford that she does recognize bill, and that he lives in her brain! she says it really excitedly, at the table, while dipper kind of just rolls his eyes about it. to her, its vindicating, because it's the first time anyone has ever acknowledged bills existence. but to ford, its HORRIFYING, because he knows it isn't just a coincidence. he knows he has to do something, but he doesn't know what, right away. this is where our ideas differ a little bit, because i think that mabel still WOULD be the one retrieving the unicorn hair! ford just didnt tell her what the hair was for. ford sends her off, because he wants to brainstorm a way to get him out of her head, preferably without hurting her/her memories. he also plans to bill-proof dippers mind in the process, just in case mabel is too far gone already. the events here happen basically the same (with minor tweaks), but instead of dipper suspecting that ford is evil/bill-possessed, this is where he finally learns that bill is real at all. ford tells him about his backstory, and explains the REAL reason he sent mabel out to get the unicorn hair, etc etc. he loves mabel a lot, but hes not sure how to go about dealing with this situation yet. its not HER fault she trusted bill, but he knew that if he just tries to tell her hes evil, she wont believe him. shes known 'her muse' longer, and as of right now, he's never lead her wrong. just like what happened to him in the past...

i wonder how mabel would feel if she only heard the end of that conversation...

(more of this au here and here!)

[lover-girl-estxx]

Not my gif

Season 4 episode 10 spoilers (haven't finished this season)

this is Angst Angst Angst

| 3rd Person POV |

Y/n didn't even know what day it was, she been in her and jjs bed- well I guess just her bed now. Since they got back from Morocco, her mind couldn't wrap around the fact that her boyfriend since freshman year was gone. I mean he has to come back right? She thought everyone came back, Big John, ward, John b and Sarah they all came back.

She laid there for days just thinking about everything, thinking that when JJ looked to her on that island and asked "you wanna just stay here and never leave? Surf all day, catch fish, hook up whenever sounds good to me" with a big smile across his face she brushed him off but now she'd take it all back and say "yeah Jay let's stay here forever".

"she's been in there for 4 days we have to do something" John B said "what can we do?" Kie said "something" Sarah added "I'll make her food okay?" Pope said standing up. "Hey Y/n" he said softly peeking his head in the door, She wrapped up in JJs hoodie zoning out but reruns of they're favorite shows played. She slightly looked over at him "I brought you some food" he set it on her nightstand "you need anything else?" He added she shook her head, his hand went over the handle "thanks Pope" she whispered "yeah".

It turned dark out and it dead silent in the house now, she put her shoes on and grabbed her backpack. And slipped out the window of the room. She finally got to the liquor store "two 5th of you cheapest vodka please" she said and put a leader of Coke "ID" the woman asked Y/n pulled out her fake ID and handed it to her.

Now that was her thing crying and drinking the thought of him away. The times she would get up it would be to look at something else of jjs. This time she looked out her window, John B stood in front of a tree out front JJ Maybank craved into it she took her bottle and went outside. "hey y/n" she stood next to him "hey.." he looked down to see that bottle in her hand and the smell coming off her breath "how many have you gone through?" she shrugged he took the bottle from her softly "you shouldn't be doing that its a waste" "it makes me feel okay" "does it make you forget he's dead?" her eyes opened "no but I think I should punish myself a little for leaving him there alone" "JJ would understand why we left him okay? he wouldn't want you to punish yourself you gotta stop" he wrapped his arm around her "yeah I know I just- I don't know".

Y/n thought instead of dying for herself she was gonna live for JJ. The next day they took notice that Y/n was moving around cleaning her room, they went in not saying anything just helping her. they'd find things of JJs and set it aside slowly building a corner of all his stuff for her to look at through the day.

Y/n found herself every morning on the water surf for him, swimming for him and boating for him.

| 6 Years Later |

"this was your Uncle JJs board when he was you age" Y/n said pulling the board of of the surf shed her God son standing next to her "I don't know if I can use it, it's a lot bigger than mine" "you'll do great! grab the towels bubba" he hopped in the truck while Y/n loaded they're boards.

Y/n was sat straight on her board he was laying on his board "okay Jay this one coming is yours" she helped turn his board around, he went and stood up "YES JJ!" she yelled and clapped. she rode in "good job!" she smiled and gave him a high five "thanks" he smiled back.

"Uncle JJ surf like all the time?" he asked strawberries covered his face "yeah even one time him and your dad went surfing in a hurricane it was dumb but they loved it" "sounds fun" "no JJ never do that" "I think I like the beach as much as Uncle J" she smiled and felt tears raise in her eyes "I think you do to" she ruffled his hair making him giggle.

[thebestofoneshots]

Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

Series Masterlist | Previous episode

Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 7.2 K Warnings: PG-13 smut, basically it get's steamy Prompt: Whatever could possibly happen when the three of you find yourselves in the prefect's bathroom? Alone and unsupervised? Surely it would be nothing scandalous. This IS a Wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it. Not Proofread

Chapter 63: Something About You

When Sirius burst out of the water you were still standing there with your wand held in between your teeth, although it was harder to keep it in place since you couldn’t stop your laughter. 

“You traitor!” He said as he stood up and threw an accusing finger at you. 

“But I did nothing,” you said with a small shrug after taking the wand out of your mouth. 

“Did you even need your wand?” 

“Yeah,” you said with a smile and waved it towards the faucet, a jet of blue water jumped from one of the taps and straight towards his face (it was the cold water stream rather than the hot, you made sure). 

There was a mix of amusement and irritation on his face as you did. “How dare you? you little Vixen!” he said as he jumped your way, but you sank into the water and swam behind Remus in an instant. By the time you resurfaced, the crown of your head was filled with bubbles and Sirius was looking for you by moving his hands over the foam on the other side. Your hair was still a little stiff from the mud, but the warm water was dissolving it rather fast.

“What? Is it only fun when it’s you the one throwing people into the water?” 

“Naturally,” Sirius retorted. 

Remus let out an amused scoff, and you leaned on his shoulder as you looked at Sirius with a pout he wouldn’t call anything but adorable. 

“But it wasn’t even me the one that pulled you in,” you added with a small smile. 

“But you compelled Moony to do so,” He said as he leaned his head back on the side of the massive tub. 

“Compelled?” you said, savouring each syllable of the word. “Perhaps I did…” 

“See, it’s like premeditated murdеr, but you premeditated throwing me into the water.” 

“Would that make Remus my accomplice?” 

“When hasn’t Remus been your accomplice?!” 

“Touché.” 

Sirius gave you a knowing smirk and then swam towards one of the windows and pressed his hair under the water taps, letting the water rinse the mud that was still all over his hair as he gently brushed strands with his fingers. 

You smiled as you looked at him and decided to do the same, swimming closer to him and leaning your head under the one with red water, which was just the right temperature for melting the mud without scorching you. Remus veered closer to the two of you, but since he didn’t have nearly as much mud on himself, he just leaned his head back and washed it on the water. 

“Is it gone?” Sirius asked Remus as he turned around. 

“Ugh, almost…” Remus said as he leaned a little closer. He was a bit hesitant when he approached Sirius. They had always been close, even physically close, but not necessarily intimate. And it’s not that touching Sirius’ head would be overly intimate, but it was something you did all the time, and back when they were younger, Sirius was very picky about whom he allowed to touch his hair, especially since some girls insisted on playing with it while complaining about his being so much silkier than their own. “There’s still some in the middle you can’t see.” 

“Help me?” Sirius asked as if it were the most natural thing ever. It made Remus feel much more at ease. 

“You don’t mind?” Remus asked as he approached him, his touch was slow, and he was insanely careful as he combed his fingers through the other boy’s hair. The water was soapy, and it made his hands glide even easier than he pictured it would be. Sirius’ hair had always looked stupidly soft, but it felt softer, nicer even, than his imagination. 

“Why would I?” Sirius asked as he allowed his head to lean back, he side-eyed you, raising an  eyebrow and shooting a short wink as you continued to rub the mud of your hair. He was obviously boasting about Remus playing with his hair instead of yours. You didn’t mind it at all, seeing them be so domestic around the other was heartwarming and other things… 

Remus shrugged, “Cause I’m a man.” 

“And? Tu es mon amoureux.” 

Remus tried not to roll his eyes at the choice of words. He knew amoureux was lover now. “Yeah but, you just discovered you’re into men…” 

Sirius smirked. “I rather think I’m into werewolves and faeries,” he said as he turned to look at Remus teasingly. 

Remus pulled one of the strands of hair from his head to get him back into facing forward, firstly because he was a tease and he deserved it. Secondly, because he didn’t want Sirius to see the blush creeping up his neck. You saw it though. 

“Oi! You’re savage!” 

“Happens to you for being in love with werewolves and faeries,” you said with a smirk. 

“What I’m trying to say is–” Remus said as he methodically brushed his fingers on Sirius scalp, keeping his hands busy grounded him. “It’s sometimes harder for men when they’re just discovering they’re into other men to accept small touches and things.” 

Sirius frowned, turning around to look at Remus. You understood exactly what Remus meant. Discovering queerness wasn’t exactly easy for some people. And it was often weird to allow someone of the same gender to do things you’d only ever learned where possible for a different one. But for Sirius, there didn’t seem to be a difference. 

“You think I wouldn’t allow you to touch me the way Vixen would just because of what’s in between your legs, is that it?” 

Remus swallowed and nodded, Sirius being so close still spiked his nerves, even if they’d kissed already. 

“Well men–”  

“But you aren’t just any man. You’re Moony,” he retorted. “Our Moony. I don’t care if you touch my hair, or if you hold my hand, or…” he hesitated, looking down towards Remus’ lips before biting his own, “Or if you kiss my lips.” 

Remus seemed at a loss for words. In fact, you would have ventured to say he had stopped breathing altogether. He had. It had never been so easy to be with a man before, so natural. The way Sirius saw things made him feel so at ease it was borderline ridiculous, especially compared to how much harder it had been for him to understand and make peace with his own sexualiuty.

You’d stopped brushing your hair altogether, the conversation ahead being much more relevant than whatever mud was still clinging to your strands. If there was someone else, perhaps you would have made a bet, to see who leaned into the other person first. You would have lost it.

It was Moony the one that closed the gap. Placing his hands on the nape of Sirius’ neck and bringing his lips towards his mouth. There was something irrefutably tender about that kiss, that you were smiling like a fool as you looked at them both. 

“Say that again,” Moony breathed into Sirius’ lip. 

“What?” Sirius teased shortly after. 

“OUR MOONY,” You said with a smile, eyes shinning at the scene ahead of you.  

“Ah, that?” Sirius teased again. “You like that?” 

“Sirius,” Remus said. There was something incredibly thrilling about the way Remus said his name, he was amazed he hadn’t noticed it before.

“Our Moony,” he repeated and pressed a loud kiss to his cheek. “Our” –kiss–  “Beautiful” –kiss– “Moony.”  

You leaned towards them both in an instant, standing just behind Remus and leaning into him like you had done earlier, this time placing your hands on each of his shoulders. “You’re hogging him,” you said with a playful pout. “It’s OUR Moony,” you said as you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, dangerously close to his lips. “Not just your Moony.” 

Remus thought he would explode. Having both so close to him already had that effect; but having you all over him, (like when you were drunk and high on a potion at the Halloween party)  but this time with nothing other than adrenaline running through your bIood, was absolutly mind-numbing. Madenning in a way he couldn’t quite describe. Most people run from madness, but he was ready to be drowned by it. If only to have you close a little longer –or forever.  

“I think we’ve kissed him dumb,” you teased.

“Étoile, we can do much better than this,” he tutted. 

Your smile grew wider at his words. It didn’t matter if it was a challenge or an invitation, you were more than ready to comply. 

“I think he’s tense, though,” you said with a smile and moved your hands closer to his shoulders, gently rubbing your thumbs in circles near his spine, “Is that all right, Rem?”

He gave you a simple “Are you kidding” sort of look and you pressed your fingers with a little more purpose, his eyes fluttered closed as his head leaned back into you. You smiled, but of course, Sirius wasn’t going to have any of it. 

“Na-ah,” he said as he shook his head and pulled Moony’s back up, “You have to look at us, where’s the fun in closing your eyes?” he said as he leaned in to kiss Moony again, even if both of their eyes fluttered shut the minute their lips crashed. 

You smiled, leaning even closer to Rem as you pressed a kiss to his neck. The poor boy had carried such a heavy weight on his shoulders for so many months, you were surprised his back hadn’t hunched even in the slightest. He was as pretty as he’d been the day you met him. Or perhaps not, back then you had only seen his physical beauty, but know that you knew him? That you knew almost everything about him? Every little secret those scars hid, and every little secret those lips had swallowed, he was beyond just pretty, he was gorgeous.

You wondered how it was possible that you’d taken so long to realise just how in love you were with him, how it was possible that you had been so blinded by Sirius that you had completely forgone your own feelings and made both of them miserable in return.

But that didn’t matter, it had been 3 terrible days, torturous days, but you had the rest of your life to make it up to them. And you would, you would every single time you kissed them and every single time you touched them because they deserved the entire world. Or perhaps the world wasn’t enough, they deserved the entire universe. Every single galaxy, black hole and star, every cluster of stars, and every single constellation. 

You had often thought books that mentioned things like that as overly sappy or chliché. But you understood that cheesiness now, that feeling of wanting the other person to be the happiest, to smile the brightest and to laugh the merriest, you understood; whenever you were with them. 

Remus was giving in, allowing you and Sirius to do as you pleased with him, to indulge him however it was you wanted, but he wasn’t losing control, not entirely. He wouldn’t want to, not when he could kiss Sirius back, in the same way he’d dreamed of so often. He’d thought his imagination was wonderful, but it was nothing compared to this. To your lips on his neck and Sirius devouring his own. 

And Sirius? 

Sirius, who thought he was asking too much of the world. Sirius, who thought he was selfish for falling in love with his two best friends, even if he couldn’t help himself, even when you were the most wonderful people he had ever met. Sirius who thought he’d fucked up, who thought he’d ruined things for eveyone, who thought he deserved hell for daring to break your heart… He was now kissing Remus, and you were watching and you were loving it, if the lustful expression on your face was anything to go by. 

He’d moved one of his hands to the back of your neck, and he was gently playing with the hair at the nape of it. He knew you loved it when he put his hands anywhere near it, and he wanted you to feel just as loved as you were making Remus feel, and as he felt at that moment. 

Suddenly, a need urge came over Sirius. He wanted to feel more, he needed to feel more. More of the water, more of Remus, more of you. He pulled apart only for a second, he was panting and he was flushed, but he was determined. “Do you mind it if we��” he trailed off, not daring to say the words but making clear what he wanted by placing his hand on the hem of Remus’s jumper. 

You had both seen Remus shirtless, but you had never seen him from such proximity, and while he wanted to feel you, skin to skin, he was also terrified of his body and your reaction to it. How his scars would feel different to Sirius milk like sin, or to the supple feminity of yours. He was mortified at the idea of either of you getting close enough to touching him and being repulsed by what you felt. It was so easy to let those thoughts consume him, but it was easier for your voice to pull him out of that hole.

“You are beautiful, Remus,” you said softly and pressed a kiss. “Stunning in your own way, we like every bit of you, we want to feel every bit of you. If you’ll let us…” 

You weren’t using charm speak, but you might as well have been. The same, floating-like sensation came over him. The same desperate want to indulge you, to make you happy, to give you anything you wanted. But this time around he wanted it to. Merlin, how much did he crave for it! 

“Please do,” he said with a short nod towards Sirius. The smile he got in return was devilishly handsome, and he was pulled back into a kiss as both of you searched for his jumper. The last time either one of you had taken his clothes off had been when he was about to turn into Moony.  When he was consumed by pain and sorrow, and terrified he might do something to hurt either one of you (like he was every moon). When he was so worried Moony would come out sooner than expected and destroy the things he loved the most. He hadn’t ever had time to relish in the feeling. 

On the feeling of your hands searching for the bottom hem of his jumper from behind, while Sirius did the same in the front. The rush of adrenaline that flowed through his veins, his heart beating so loud that he felt it was about to blow up. The way your delicate fingers brushed all over his back, how you were gentle and kind as your hands moved over his back ribs –since you knew they were always sore after the full moon and it hadn’t been that long since. 

How Sirius’ hands were much more rushed than yours, and how he seemed a lot more desperate as he kissed him and tried to get the damn jumper past his arms. How you laughed and the echo of your voice crashed against the back of his neck, making his hair stand on end. How much he loved that you were laughing as he kissed Sirius. How delightful it was that no matter how worried you might have been initially, no matter how much you’d had to go through, you were finally together.

Yeah, you had undressed Remus before, but it hadn’t been nearly as exhilarating as it was now. As soon as the two of you managed to cross the jumper over his head, it was discarded somewhere near the edge of the pool, and Sirius went straight for his box plate, desperate of him, desperate for him. 

It was too hard for you to help him with those since you were behind, but the minute he managed to get the first two buttons you were already clawing at the shirt to slide as much of it off him as possible. It wasn’t much since Sirius was struggling with the buttons in the front, but it was enough for you to be able to move your mouth from his neck to just above his collarbone. When Sirius finally managed to get the button off, you were already pulling both of his arms out of it, but the last button was still there, and the shirt got caught in his way. 

“Somebody’s eager,” Sirius teased while looking at you. “Is it Moony’s broad shoulders you’re so desperate about, Étoile?” 

“Look who’s talking,” you retorted after an amused scoff.

He gave you a short wink in return, and when he finally managed to remove the button he went straight into kissing Remus. You went back to kissing his shoulders and gently pulled on the shirt that was stuck in between the two before letting it be discarded somewhere on the floor of the steamy pool. 

Now it was Sirius’ turn to remove some of his clothes. He had at least been able to take both his robes and his sweater before Remus pulled him into the pool, so he focused on his buttons instead. When Remus noticed his hands were on his in an instant, unbuttoning Sirius’ shirt with much more precision –he’d had more practice. But he was gentle as he did, gently brushing his fingers over Sirius’ torso when new bits of skin appeared. He even pulled back from the kiss to look, curious as to how his hands looked next to Sirius’ soft flesh, he was almost paralysed by the sight. 

You smiled when you noticed, gently tracing a path from his bicep to his hand, you allowed your thumb to glide over his knuckles and leaned your head on his shoulders as you stared ahead. Then you moved again, you felt how your cheeks brushed against his sharp jawline until you reached his ear. Sirius was looking at the two of you with pupils almost as black as his last name. 

“He looks stunning, doesn’t he?” you whispered as you helped him move his hands again, gently guiding them onto the next button. “Those flushed cheeks and kiss swollen lips…” 

Sirius swallowed at your words, his heart hammering in his ears. He’d always known he was handsome, he’d been told about it plenty of times and he usually boasted about his beauty, but it wasn’t the same thing to be told he was beautiful by adults in his ridiculous family and girls who’d lose their witts just thinking about the Black heir (at least before he was disowned), than it was to be told he was beautiful by the two most incredible people on the planet. 

Being perceived as beautiful had never been as exhilarating as it was when it was your eyes that were perceiving him as such. When it was yours and Remus’ equally lustful gazes focused on him. 

“You did that,” you added, just knowing that would do something to Remus. To the always controlled Remus, to the Remus who couldn’t allow himself to lose control because he thought it was too dangerous, because he was always terrified Moony would take over –even if it wasn’t full Moon. You felt him shiver, and you continued to help him with the buttons, not leaving your hands from his. “It was your lips that left him like that, Moons. Your kisses and your touches.” His breath hitched in his throat, and you pressed the softest kiss to his cheek. 

By then you’d already unbuttoned Sirius’ shirt completely, and you moved your hand towards his cheek, he leaned into your touch almost instantly, instinctively even. He often did that, whenever you were close to him he would lean into you, you wondered how it was possible that you hadn’t realized that he’d done the same to Remus; to a lesser extent at least.

And then you leaned even closer and whispered something Sirius wasn’t quite able to hear, but he saw the way Remus’ eyes shone at your words, and he smiled in his own cocky manner as Remus leaned onto him again, this time with much more determination. It was Remus the one to pull the shirt off of Sirius as he kissed him with much more desperation now, losing himself in the kiss, but taking control at the same time. His chest was against Sirius’ and he could feel the soapy water in between the two of them, a film so delicate that it broke whenever skin rubbed against skin, whenever his scars crashed against Sirius’ soft and smooth flesh and whenever his hands ran through his toned arms. Never in his wildest dreams had it felt that incredible. 

Sirius moaned into the kiss when he felt something hard against his tight, he’d never felt someone else’s boner against him, but he wasn’t scared, he was thrilled and curious and he wanted to know more about Moony, he wanted to know everything about Moony. How he sounded when he moaned his name, when he moaned yours; how he sounded when he touched himself. He wondered if his sounds would be as thrilling as yours, as maddening as your little whimpers and mewls. 

Sirius grunted when he felt Remus tight press a little harder against himself but tried to draw it out with the kiss. Your gentle hands moving all over the front of his torso as they were sandwiched between him and Sirius not doing much to calm him either, not when they were so close to his lower abdomen and not when they seemed to do nothing but continue going down as you pressed kisses all over his starved skin. 

Not even when he was sleeping with Alice did he ever allow her to touch his scars, to kiss his neck or to rub her hands through his skin like you were doing now. He’d snapped at both boys and girls for even trying to take his jumper off in fear of any of them discovering his secret, or much worse, having them be disgusted by what lay underneath. 

And then there was you. 

Both of you had seen him shirtless, if anything those longer glances –he realized now– were there because of curiosity and attraction, both of you had touched him countless times, he’d felt your hands in his, and Sirius’ light pats on his back, and you had both called him beautiful. Even under veristaserum, which might have been one of the stupidest things he’d made you do but, it had been ridiculously reassuring back then.

Sirius leaned even closer when he heard that grunt and placed his palm on his chest, and Moony’s mouth almost acted on its own. His teeth gently closed around Sirius’ soft bottom lip. Sirius moaned and gasped at the same time. Pulling apart for a second and throwing you a look. “Did you coerce him into biting me, Starshine?”

“I might have suggested you like it when someone takes control,” you retorted with an innocent shrug, gaze still focused on Remus’ neck. Then you turned to him, slightly more worried. “Was it too much?” you asked, almost unsure of yourself. What if it was different because you were a girl and Moony was a boy? 

Sirius’ lip was slightly more swollen than before, but Remus hadn’t bitten hard enough to pierce through flesh. “No,” he said quickly. “Not at all…” And then in a much quieter tone, he added “I did like it.” 

Remus chuckled, he’d never expected Sirius to get all shy when kissing someone, and yet here he was, positively blushing at a small bite he’d given him.

“You’re adorable,” Remus said as he leaned a little closer, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. 

“He is,” you agreed. “You’re too,” you added, remembering how shy he sometimes got. 

“And you,” Sirius said as he leaned over and pressed a short kiss to your lips. But you leaned into his kiss too fast and suddenly he had one arm on Remus’ shoulder and the other on yours, spinning you in front of him and in between the the two of them. You had your back against his chest, and you were looking at Remus with your throat dry. Perhaps it was your turn to feel the warmth spreading in your cheeks now. 

“We’ve neglected our Little Witch too long. Don’t you think so too, Moony?” Sirius said in a rather coky voice. It hadn’t felt like that at all, but it was true that it hadn’t been until a few seconds ago that you’d gotten a kiss from either of them. Sirius pressed his lips to your neck and pushed his hips into your back while Remus tried to pull them away before you noticed, even when he knew Sirius had. 

“She doesn’t mind that at all, Moony,” Sirius said, pressing himself against you a little more when he noticed Moony’s reaction. He also wondered if Moony would mind it if he pressed himself agaisnt him like he was doing with you. 

You smiled and placed both hands around Remus’ neck before pulling him into a kiss. You were the only one with clothes still, and while it did feel like too many, you had been too busy kissing Remus and watching him get kissed by Sirius to care too much about removing them yourself.

When he kissed you he was much softer than when he’d kissed Sirius, and while you thought it was unbearably sweet that he would consider you like that, you didn’t want to miss any of the fun either. You didn’t love when men slowed down for you in quidditch, and you didn’t want Remus to do it when he kissed you either. So this time around it was you the one that kissed him with desperation, with a need and want that was so deep-rooted within you it was almost ridiculous that you hadn’t noticed before someone had to straight up tell you about it. 

And then it was you who bit him, a little harder than you’d bitten Sirius in the past and you felt Moony moan. He’d been trying so hard not to make it obvious how turned on he was with the two of you ravishing him the way you were, but there was only so much someone could conceal. It’d been too long, and perhaps, he didn’t want to conceal it anymore.

Sirius had been kissing your neck as Remus kissed you, but he had to stop when the other boy moved his hand to the back of his neck and leaned closer to you, holding you flush against Sirius’ and his torso. “You’re so bIoody stunning,” he said in between a kiss. “Both of you, I don’t understand how I got so lucky–” 

“How did we get so lucky,” intervened Sirius as he placed his hand around Remus’ head and pulled him onto his mouth. 

“So lucky,” you echoed before leaning your head back into his neck. This time around, while being in between the two of them you had much better access, and you were exploring all over his neck, trying to figure out if there was a spot he liked more than the others, a spot that made him whimper and moan like the one Sirius had right next to his Adam’s apple. You wanted to know if you could find the one place that would wind him up, and turn him into a music box filled with lewd sounds desperate to escape as you popped the lid open, as his lips parted for either your tongue or Sirius’ to slide in.

Your hands were now on his shoulders, they were bigger than Sirius’, but you thought they were just as delightfully firm as you tightened your grip around them. You could feel his scars under the pad of your fingers and you thought it was the most interesting and exquisite of feelings, not because you cared about the way scars felt, but because it was his body you were touching and because you knew you could. 

Because you knew your touch was making him feel things beyond comprehension and because you knew comprehension had fallen into oblivion now that you could kiss each other, and that they could kiss each other, and how enraptured it made each and every one of you. 

Your hands were slow in their descent, almost tentative, caressing the curves of his abdomen as they found their way down. “May I touch you?” you asked. Your warm breath against his neck still unnerving. 

“You are touching me,” he replied as he pulled away from Sirius’ lips and looked for yours. “You haven’t stopped since you got in the damn water,” he said, no matter how he worded it, it didn’t sound like a complaint. Especially not when his lips chased yours so inexorably.

“Not what she means,” Sirius responded for you since your mouth was occupied in Moony’s. “Our little Vixen here wants more.” 

Remus pulled apart from the kiss, you were both panting, but he was looking at you with a stern sort of gaze. You let your hands slide down just a little bit more, to make the hint a little clearer, but Remus had already gotten the idea. 

“You don’t have to, just because we’re making out it doesn’t mean–”  

“I know,” you said softly. “Of course I know,” you added as you pressed a soft kiss to his lips. 

It is true, it had taken you a lot more to get nearly that far with Sirius, but you could tell how desperate both boys were for you, and for each other. All those pent-up feelings, not only from them but also from you needed an outlet, and you had a pretty good idea how to release all that accumulated tension. But more than anything, you were just as desperate to know more about Moony as Sirius was. You wanted to hear him moan like you’d heard Sirius moan at the fae pool, you craved to close the one gap still keeping you far from him, the one thing that was different between him and Sirius in regards to closeness. 

You needed Remus to feel as close to you as Sirius was because you’d never want him to feel left out again, you’d never want him to feel like a third wheel or like he was getting in the way –that was one of the worst feelings, and you had only experienced it for a few days– not now and not ever. He had to feel welcomed in the relationship because it was already hard enough to deal with all those feelings between two people, three would unequivocally become a labyrinth –It was definitely a good thing you liked puzzles.

“I want to,” you said, clear enough to reassure his nervousness. 

He then leaned down to kiss you. He not only felt like the luckiest man alive, he was positive he was. Only the luckiest man alive would have the most gorgeous girl be so eager to touch him, only the luckiest man alive would have not one, but two lovers desperate to kiss and touch and feel every single thing about him. It was maddening, but he was ready to be consumed by it, and by the fire that burned so hot in his chest that felt like he was going to turn into ash. 

But if ashes were what would be left of him after kissing the two of you, then he would gladly take the punishment. He would turn to dust just for the sake of being with you like this again, of having the two of you so close, that you felt like one rather than three. Like a perfectly oiled mechanism, acting in tandem with one another, burning together. Whether it was to be born again or to disappear forever, it wouldn’t matter as long as you were together. That’s how intense the feeling was, and how ready he was to yield to it.

Your hand didn’t take too long before it was feeling him through his trousers. You were gentle as you touched him, like you had always been whenever you touched him, and he couldn’t help but grunt at the first brush of your fingers. At your small hands searching so wilfully for him. 

“Is that all right?” you asked, almost unsure. 

Remus had his eyes closed shut, eyebrows knit and he was holding onto Sirius’ bicep in a grip almost strong enough to be uncomfortable, but Sirius was absolutly in awe by Moony’s grip and by his lost gaze. He could tell he was trying inexorably hard not to straight-up grind into you. Merlin knew how equally hard it had been for Sirius to not lose control over how good you felt back at the fae pool, and even right then, with the way your hips kept crashing onto him as you tentatively touched Moony. 

“If his flushed face is anything to go by, Étoile, Remus is more than ok,” Sirius said with a teasing smile. Remus half wanted to shove him for being such a tease, but the other half just wanted him even closer and that part won. 

“You talk too much,” he said as he leaned back into Sirius to kiss him rather roughly, it wasn’t quite a shove, but it was enough. His eyes were completely golden by now, and it wasn’t anger flowing through his veins.

You were lightly crushed by the sudden movement and you tightened your grip on him, earning yet another one of those spiffing moans of his. Sirius laughed, but Moony did that thing again that made Sirius crazy –small bites– and he quickly turned into a moaning mess.

You continued to rub one of your hands on Remus’ crotch while the other one was already trying to unbutton his trousers, which was much harder with one hand, and with no fucking visibility, So while the two of them continued kissing, you slowly started to slide below the water, since then, you’d be at least, able to see what you were doing. Stupid trouser buttons, you thought. 

Thankfully the soapy water was charmed, so when you opened your eyes underneath it, it didn’t hurt at all. With a better view of the situation, you figured out why it was so damn hard to find the button. There was no button. Well technically there was one, but there was a small metal latch first and then there was a hidden button. You smiled as you managed to get the damn thing off and you were about to pull the zipper down when the two boys pulled apart from each other like they had been shot with depulso. 

You were about to go back up to ask if everything was okay when you felt Remus’ hand gently sit on your shoulder, pushing you down just slightly. You looked up at him and through the bubbles, you managed to see his mortified expression urging you not to move. 

It had been a fleeting glance, but you got the hint in an instant. Whatever the hell was happening out there, It was better if you stayed hidden by the bubbles, perhaps someone had gotten in.

And someone had indeed gotten in.

Severus had been running from the toads for hours, he hadn’t been told by anyone that they were gathering in the Great Hall because he had gone to the library after the Grand Staircase and got caught in a book.  Literally, caught in a book. When he read the first line, out loud because he wanted to piss the librarian off for telling him to go to bed, and he really could be obnoxius if he wanted to.

Unfortunatelly his little rouse slapped in him the back when the book’s charms got activated by his words and he ended up inside the goddamn story for the rest of the night and early morning.

It was almost like reliving a memory through a pensive, but he didn’t want to relive the stupid memory of the goddamn curse breaker. In fact, the only reason he had picked the book was becasue Barty had recommended it. The fucking asshole probably knew what was going to happen and did it on purpose. Barty often did things like that but he was one of the few people in his house that didn’t hate his guts for being so damn good in potions and charms and he had tried, almost remarkably hard, not to alienate him. 

Not to mention that his father was a politician and he was always hanging around Evan and Regulus, both kids of very important wizarding houses. Severus wasn’t an idiot, he knew being a half-bIood was a pain in the ass in the Wizarding world and he knew he had to work remarkably hard to earn his place. If only his mother hadn’t fallen in love with a muggle, he wouldn’t have to work so much to befriend people he wouldn’t actually care much for, and perhaps would still be friends with Lily, or so he thought. 

Of course, it was easier, for him and for the entire world, to blame someone else for his problems. Be it the situation, or someone else’s decisions, Severus wasn’t ready to hold himself accountable for what he’d done and said to Lily. It was easier to pretend he was forced to be a certain way to be able to fit in with the Slytherin clique, and he slept better at night when he told himself it was all worth it because in the future he would have earned a good job through his connections and extensive networking with important people. And maybe then he could rescue Lily, and apologize and tell her he had to do such things. 

But Severus never did those things because he had to, in fact, Severus rarely did anything because he had to do it, he did them because he wanted to. And while Lily’s hurt countenance had been a hard blow to whatever construction of his personality he kept up, he never actually regretted what he said, only that he’d hurt her for saying it. 

Either way, the memory of the course breaker had been an absolute nightmare for him. He even kept calling him an idiot every couple of minutes just because of how exasperated he was. 

“How do I leave?” 

“You must finish the chapter,” the course breaker had responded. 

“I don’t want to, let me out.” 

But the course breaker had only gone on with his story.

“Idiot,” he said, of course, there was no reaction whatsoever from the course breaker, he was too much occupied telling his story.

When they finally finished with their stupid tale and Severus was let out of the book he ran towards the door.  It seemed to be locked, and he couldn’t fucking exit the room, but of course, he was worried for his class because his attendance was impeccable and he wasn’t going to allow a damn book to ruin that for him. So he pushed with all his might and then he used an unlocking spell. 

It took him a few minutes, but when he finally managed to open the doors he was greeted with a disgusting layer of slime, and then a fucking sea of toads. By the time he managed to escape the bIoody slime trap, the door had shut itself again and he couldn’t open it, no matter how much he tried. His hands were too slippery and he could barely even get a proper hold of his wand. 

Eventually, he gave up trying to get in again and decided to face the toads instead. By now he assumed not many people were in classes since most classrooms were also infested with toads so he decided he had to get a fucking shower, or bath, or something to get out of the stupid slime.

He’d gotten a howler about the portrait incident, and Slughorn had threatened to take away his Prefect role if he didn’t apologize to the portraits –who had spread the word all over the castle– and he kept getting dirty looks from every single picture he passed. He had no intention of apologizing, and he didn’t know for how much longer he’d be able to enjoy the privileges of being a prefect, so he decided to take advantage of them while he still could.

So, instead of helping students or trying to get rid of frogs like he usually would, he walked straight towards the Prefect Bathrooms, not caring much for the toads that barely even had time to skip away from his feet from how fast he was walking. Once outside of the doors, he relaxed. Whatever had caused the toad infestation, had definitely not gotten them inside the bathroom, which meant he’d be able to at least get all the slime in peace. No more annoying toad croaking for him. 

“Whispering Woods,” he said, bored and annoyed, and not expecting what he’d see inside. 

You’d just gone inside the water when the door creaked open. The first thing he heard was the water already going, and he was about ready to kick out whoever the hell had gotten in the bathroom first, except that instead of a person washing themselves or hiding, from the frogs, which he was expecting, he spotted Remus Lupin and Sirius black kissing. 

KISSING!

Both boys split apart in a second, both turning to him with equally shocked expressions. To his dismay, Remus instantly brought his hand under the water and seemed to be adjusting something there –you, he was holding you down. 

Severus’ face was quickly transformed into one of absolute aversion. Features twisting and making him look even more disagreeable than he already looked. “You filthy pair of sissys!” he spat, there was spit coming out of his mouth as he said it. “How dare you use the school as–”  

Sirius had pulled your wand from the counter and taken it in his hands as he stood up and pointed it straight at Severus. “Say that again, I dare you!” 

Severus had pulled back the second Sirius took out the wand, in his current slimy state he couldn’t take his wand out, which meant he had no way to defend himself, there was no doubt Sirius would have cursed him right then and there, his face was cold, his eyes sharp and he looked about ready to attack. In fact, he looked a lot more like Walburga than he did like Sirius at that particular moment. 

So he did the only natural thing he could, he ran the fuck away. He saw a spell hit the wooden frame, missing him by the hair, and continued running through the toads as the door shut itself behind him. 

“Fucking coward!” Sirius shouted and then allowed himself to fall back into the water. He sighed, placing both of his palms over his head. Muffled by his hands, Remus who was almost to shocked to think, heard Sirius’s muffled “Fuck”. 

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Oh, you watched Fiona and Cake, great!

I am curious, what were your thoughts about like Winter King or first opening? Or like about overall more mature stuff than in og adventure time

So now that I'm doing a huge rewatch of the OG Adventure Time, I will say I adore both in their own ways.

It was really cool seeing the more mature stuff in Fionna and Cake, sort of like the show 'grew up' with the audience, you know? And do NOT get me started on how much my heart was destroyed by Simons entire plight through.

See I never managed to finish the first show, mostly just got distracted, but on my rewatch I can tell I at least got through six seasons. I like how spaced out the original show is, and it makes the really sad shit with like the Ice King hit like a ton of bricks when it happens. It really feels like you're watching all these wacky people live their lives, and occasionally the horror of the Mushroom War reminds you of its effect, through Marceline, and the Ice King, and every character who was forced to live through it. I don't know, it's really nice!

Okay I'm gonna ramble so I'm putting a read more!

I was wondering if on a rewatch I'd get frustrated the way later seasons of Steven Universe made me get frustrated, but it never felt like that at all. It's just been... fun. It's just Finn and Jake on adventures, occasionally having to set down their fun and recognize the horror of things around them, and it's just. DAMN it's just done so well.

I just got to the episode where Finn meets Prismo and makes the wish, and accidentally ends up wielding the power of the crown, and all it did was break my heart. Like I was sitting there, and for a split second I was like 'wow that crown corrupted him really fast!' and then I remembered.... he was like 13 when he got the crown. He was still a child, and when Simon got the crown, he was what, in his 40s? He was just a kid, and couldn't possibly be able to handle or combat the crowns power. It just punched me in the gut.

So I very much enjoy how spaced out and silly the original Adventure Time is, because its such a unique world I love seeing more of it, and I feel like it makes the heavy scenes hit so much harder. With Fionna and Cake, I love how tight the story is and how structured things are. They're both SUCH good shows, with different ways of writing and different vibes and I adore them equally at this point.

ALSO THE WINTER KING, holy shit don't get me started, but I will rant about this mofo

(These are keychain designs but I decided to put them together on a little canvas)

Firstly, I fucking LOVE the Winter King, and I'm really sad we didn't get more of him. I do wonder if the fact that Fionna's universe wasn't 'canon' during all the universe hopping, that if somehow the multiverse will reverse some things and 'repair' the damage. I'm not even saying that because I want to see the Winter King again, it just absolutely sounds like something that could happen in Adventure Time. Hell, look how they made Fionna and Cake just-- real! Thanks Prismo you're a cool guy.

But in terms of the Winter King as a character, and in terms of his universe? I want SO much more detail. Where is Finn, where is Jake? Marceline either left the Winter King or got killed, so I'm curious there too. The juxtaposition of genuine confidence and whimsy, and the mans incapacity to feel remorse or even real deep sadness (him saying 'Oh! The dead one?' when Simon asked about Betty was... holy shit) he was just an EXTREMELY interesting character, and I so badly want to see more of him.

Also dude was just funny. The fact he straight up admitted he thought about kissing his alternative universe self was so fucking funny, and plays heavily into his narcissistic behavior and tendencies.

On TOP of that, the idea of how he ended up cursing Bubblegum specifically would be so interesting. I read online people assuming when the Ice King did his spell, it was more like "I want Princess Bubblegum to love me, so I'll do a spell so she can understand what I'm feeling and then she'll marry me!" but then the 'understand what I'm feeling' is actually just... "Hey, I feel absolute madness, here, take it off my hands!' and might have just been a huge accident. We certainly can't trust Winter King's words about it.

I don't know. He was so fascinating, and the way he put feelers out to see if Simon would feel the way he does (Specifically talking about making an Ice Betty, then realizing Simon was disturbed so he shrugged it off with a laugh, being like 'no thats immoral obviously haha') and the fact that he was so cautious and smart about avoiding telling Simon how he conquered the crown? Like he would be glad to help and teach Simon how to keep his sanity AND his power... but obviously would have never spoken his secret the more he realized Simon would morally object to it.

I dunno. This character was in the show for 20 minutes and he was so fucking interesting I almost feel robbed. I hope maybe we can get some Adventure Time comics about the guy at the VERY least!

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10. papa's tteokbokkiria

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𖦹 JUN. 14 (YEAR 1, SPRING) — 5:48 PM

THE YEARLY SPRING FESTIVAL AT SM UNIVERSITY takes place right before the beginning of the finals period of the spring semester, acting as a moment of respite and fun for students before the inevitable days of rigorous studying. It was your first year attending the festival as a student at the university, but you had sometimes visited when you were in high school, oftentimes with Eunseok in tow, so you were already somewhat familiar with how it worked and what kinds of things you could do there.

Unfortunately, in your case, you haven’t yet been able to experience the festivities, because you’d headed straight to the tteokbokki stand as soon as you’d arrived. The festival had already  been in full swing by the time you had gotten there with Shotaro and Eunseok, on account of all of your last classes of the day being in a building on the other side of campus. But while you actually did have just a little bit of time to look around before your shift, the two boys were oddly eager to send you off, reasoning that you should get there early so that Seunghan wouldn’t get in trouble. (As if they actually cared that much if he did.)

So, here you were, standing under the canopy tent of the photography club’s tteokbokki booth, longingly watching the passersby and listening to the lively music that you could hear playing from every corner of the festival. The girls who were on shift before you had eagerly left as soon as they'd finished explaining everything you needed to know about running the booth, and you were still waiting on Sohee to get there, so you were ultimately left to your own devices.

In the short time since you had arrived, there hadn’t been any customers, which you figured was because most people were currently at the amphitheater nearby watching the music performances. Once those ended, though, you anticipated that there would be a lot more people coming by. As you looked around for something to keep yourself busy in the meantime, you noticed that there were only a few of the canned drinks that the booth was also selling left at the front, so you decided to start by restocking those.

While hunched over the cooler and rummaging for the drinks, you hear the rustle of the tent flap moving aside behind you and assume it’s Sohee who had finally come to help you on the shift. You turn around to greet him, cans gathered in your arms, but his name dies in your throat when you make eye contact with Wonbin instead, who freezes while still ducked halfway underneath the tent. A dry laugh escapes you, and you already feel the aggravation rewiring your brain as if seeing Wonbin’s face had flipped the on-switch.

“What are you doing here?” you snark, narrowing your eyes at Wonbin, who looks to be as taken aback as you are.

He hesitates before stepping inside all the way, glancing around and then back at you. He’s stood firm on the opposite side of the tent as he crosses his arms. “I could say the same for you. Didn’t take you to be much of a photographer.”

You scoff. “I’m not in this club. Seunghan asked me to fill in for him.” While turning away from him to finish restocking the drinks, you continue, “You know if you wanna buy something, you have to go in front of the counter, not behind it, right?” 

”I’m not here to buy something,” he snaps, quick to react to your condescending tone. “Sohee… asked me to come here…” 

You turn to look at him as he suddenly sighs, seeming to realize something as he runs a hand through his hair. “For what?” you ask incredulously. “To work here?”

At his slow, weary nod, it dawns on you, too: this was a set-up. 

Immediately wanting out of this situation, you debated whether or not to call the two instigators and tell them to get their asses over here, but you decided that it was no use. If they had planned this, there was no way Seunghan and Sohee would come back to relieve you of your jobs. You imagined the two of them were frolicking around the festival at this very moment, their phones conveniently on do not disturb.

Resigned, you shake your head in disbelief, turning around to close the cooler with a little more force than needed. “Those idiots…”

You plant your hands on your hips, chewing on your lip, now beginning to dread the next two hours you’d have to spend with the boy you had been at odds with the past few weeks. You glance sideways at the culprit, who was currently peering curiously at the trays of tteokbokki. Wonbin had still not stepped that much away from the other side of the tent, as if he would die if he came within a five-foot radius of you. (Which, in truth, was definitely possible.)

After massaging your temples with a deep exhale, you speak up first. “Listen, I’m sure you’re absolutely loving this situation as much as I am, but I don’t wanna make these next two hours harder than they need to be. So let’s just get through this without fucking anything up, okay?”

Wonbin thinks about your words for a moment with his tongue in his cheek, as if trying to find a way to sneak in a taunting remark, but he instead shrugs as he says, “Fine by me.”

Thus, the first half hour or so of your cruel and unusual punishment mostly consisted of the two of you trying your best to avoid the other in the small space of the canopy tent. Business was still slow, so much time was spent sitting in the folding chairs or idly stirring the tteokbokki, trying to pay no mind to the other person. The only time a word would come out of either of your mouths was when a customer stopped by, attitude all of a sudden all cheerful as if the hostility radiating off the both of you wasn’t evident moments before. 

Once the performances at the amphitheater ended, though, this determination to not work with each other only proved to be detrimental. As you had anticipated earlier, many of the people filing back into the festival after the performances were hungry and looking for something to eat, resulting in a rush of customers at the tteokbokki stand. 

At first, the two of you still refused to properly communicate with each other. But with the way you were each handling the customers on your own, one by one, it quickly became disorienting, as the two of you frantically moved around each other, often getting confused on who had paid already or who was still waiting for something. It was obvious the two of you weren’t gonna last long if you kept this up; so, in a hurry to make things more efficient, you grab Wonbin by the shoulders, pushing him in front of the box of money acting as the cash register.

“You take care of that,” you say while moving to place yourself in front of the trays of tteokbokki, “and I’ll take care of this.” You only look at him briefly, tilting your head as if to say ‘Understand?’, before returning your focus back to the customer in front of you. Wonbin opens his mouth to argue, but decides against it with a shake of his head when he looks back at the growing line of customers.

Eventually, with this system, the two of you seemed to fall into a certain rhythm. Wonbin would take the orders, relaying them to you, and you would serve the food. Every now and then, you would take turns to restock as needed. Simple as that. Unsurprisingly, the rush was infinitely easier to handle now that you and Wonbin were working with each other rather than against each other.

After about an hour into your shift, the constant stream of customers had finally died down and you could finally take a breather. You plopped down into one of the folding chairs while dabbing at the small beads of sweat forming on your forehead from having to stand around the simmering trays of tteokbokki for so long. You slouched into your seat, shutting your eyes and pulling at your collar for some ventilation.

“Here,” you hear a voice say from above you. You open one eye to see Wonbin standing above you, arm outstretched and holding an ice-cold bottle of water towards you. Your stare shifts between the bottle and his face, baffled, before sitting up and hesitantly taking the bottle into your hands.

“Thanks,” you mutter, before taking a nice, long swig. 

Wonbin leans his weight on the table next to him, taking a drink out of his own water bottle. He clears his throat before asking, “Do you notice when you do that voice? Or is it, like, subconscious?”

“What?” You narrow your eyes at him. “What voice?”

“Like a… a customer service voice? When you’re talking to them, your voice kinda like… goes up an octave.” With a sly smile, he begins to mimic your voice in falsetto, the pitch raising an extra note at the end of each sentence. 

“Ugh,” you groan, rolling your eyes at him. “You’re insufferable, you know that?”

“I mean, you suffered through it, didn’t you?”

“Oh, I suffered, alright.”

You expect him to bite back with another taunt, but he relents, just letting out a short, amused laugh, one corner of his mouth lifting in a toothy smirk. You huff, glancing off to the side while wrinkling your eyebrows in annoyance, but, for whatever reason, you realized you didn’t feel as vexed as you wanted to seem. 

Behind Wonbin, you notice a customer walking up to the table. You quickly stood up to go help her on your own, relieved to not have to entertain Wonbin’s antics anymore. 

The customer was an older lady who seemed to be a visitor from off-campus. Already quite used to it at this point, you quickly take her order (during which you realized Wonbin was right about your “customer service voice”) and hand her her food. But instead of leaving, the woman just stands there looking down into the cup with a frown. You raise your eyebrows slightly as she says, “Is this all you’re gonna give me?”

“Sorry?”

“Look, at how much you put in here!” She tilts the cup towards you, jabbing a pointer finger at it. “I could barely feed an ant with this!”

You sigh inwardly, your hopes of not having to deal with any irrational customers here having been dashed. “Sorry, ma’am, but this is the same amount we give everybody.” 

“Well, for the amount I paid, you should be giving more! What is this, huh? A scam?”

Wonbin had turned his attention to the commotion as soon as he heard the woman complain. He was off to the side busying himself with the supplies, glancing at you every now and then as the situation unfolded. When he notices it was only escalating, though, and the woman continues to raise her voice at you, Wonbin decides to step in. “We could get you a new serving, if you like?” he offers.

The woman angrily waves her hand in dismissal. “Just so you could, what, charge me extra for it? Do you think I’m stupid?!”

“There’s no need to yell…” he murmurs in response, earning him a sharp glare from the woman.  You nudge his leg with your foot, signaling to him that it was okay, you had this under control, but he just stays put where he is.

“Ma’am, no one’s trying to scam you here,” you say as softly as you can manage. “If you really don’t want us to replace it, we can give you a refund and you can leave.”

She scowls even more, and you thought if she kept this up the frown would be permanently etched onto her face. “Ugh, you young people are so rude nowadays! Here, just take it back!”

All of a sudden, the woman flings the cup of tteokbokki at you, its trajectory headed straight for the middle of your shirt. Wonbin is quick to react, though, and is able to pull you back by the arm before it hits you, causing the paper cup to fall to the ground instead. Unluckily, some of the sauce still manages to get on your jeans and your shoes, and you wince slightly when you feel its heat seep through your clothes.

The woman clicks her tongue in contempt, looking you guys up and down with another scowl. She then storms off, likely off to find another booth and terrorize the next poor unpaid college student working there.

Wonbin watches her go, then says, indignation lacing his voice, “Holy shit. What the hell was her problem?” He looks down at you, only to realize his hand is still clinging to your forearm. He hurriedly detaches himself from you, suddenly interested in the empty wall of the tent as he sheepishly scratches the nape of his neck.

His awkwardness goes unnoticed by you as you pinch at your jeans to inspect the stain. With a sigh, you say to Wonbin, completely deadpan, “Wow. You saved my life, thanks.”

“Yeah, whatever,” he laughs in response as he moves to the extra supplies to grab a clean towel, then dousing it with water from his bottle. When he turns back to you, you’re crouched by the spill on the ground, picking up the stray pieces of rice cake with a paper towel.

“Here,” he says, handing the damp towel to you to wipe the stain on your clothes. You thank him as you stand, watching him as he takes over cleaning the mess on the ground.

“You’re, uh, good though, right?” Wonbin continues.

“Yeah. It’s fine,” you answer with a shrug. “Though, I will say I’m kinda disappointed you didn’t fight her in my honor like a gentleman.”

“Did you want me to punch an old lady in the face or something?”

“C’mon, she wasn’t that old.”

Wonbin had finished cleaning and disposing of the mess, and was now leaning back on the table behind him, weight shifted to his arms, studying you as you continued fervently wiping on the stain on your jeans and shoes. With an amused huff, he replies, “God, do you seriously hate me so much that you’re siding with the lady who just threw tteokbokki in your face over me?”

You know he doesn’t mean it all too seriously, but his words have you contemplating these past few weeks in retrospect. He clearly didn’t know it, but, deep down, you knew there wasn’t a bone in your body that actually hated him. In fact, it was likely because, despite living (and fighting) with him for a while now, you still felt like you didn’t know him well enough to actually have it out for him. With this in mind, it occurred to you that this stupid scheme the other boys had planned had worked. And you’d hate to prove them right, but you resolved to swallow your pride and try to be mature for once.

After all, there’s one thing you (begrudgingly) knew to be true: Park Wonbin was still someone you wanted to know.

“Hey…” you begin, still mindlessly wiping at the stain, which at this point wasn’t going to get any less noticeable. “You know I don't actually hate you, right?”  Your admission catches Wonbin off-guard. He raises his eyebrows slightly, unsure of where this was leading. 

“Uh-huh…” he says skeptically.

“No, I’m being for real! Y’know, when I first met you guys at the café and I figured out you guys were gonna be my new roommates, the one thing I wanted was for you guys to like me. But you… you were just so distant, and cold, and mysterious, and—”

“Okay, okay. I get it,” Wonbin interjects, hands raised in surrender.

“I guess I just got frustrated because we didn’t immediately get along as well as I’d hoped, and it just sorta blew up in my face— in both our faces. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you… I’m sorry.”

Wonbin doesn’t respond at first, gaze directed downwards and his face expressionless as if he hadn’t heard a single word you’d said. You feel the heat rising to your cheeks in embarrassment, ready to take back your apology and replace it with another typically spiteful remark. But then he exhales, returning his gaze to you as he runs a hand through his hair.

“No, you— you shouldn’t apologize. It’s my fault. I was kind of a douchebag,” he admits, picking at his nails in uncertainty. “I shouldn’t have made you feel like the only way you could get through to me was by… y’know…” He waves his hand arbitrarily in place of having to describe the past few weeks of constant bickering and making passive-aggressive jabs at each other.

“I mean, it kinda worked, didn’t it? I feel like we exchanged more words in that argument we had yesterday over toothpaste than the entire first two weeks we knew each other.”

He lets out a hollow laugh. “Mm, guess it did.”

Amidst the bustle of people and the faint music heard from outside the booth, a silence settles between the two of you. It was a kind of silence you weren’t used to with Wonbin, so different from the typical tense, heavy silences you were often subjected to when you were alone with him. Nonetheless, the two of you basked in it as you watched people pass by, chattering and laughing amongst their friends. The sun was beginning to set, and the lampposts lined across the pavement were starting to flicker to life, bathing the festival in a soft, warm glow. It occurred to you that you still had a little under an hour to go stuck working at this booth, but, right now, it didn’t seem so bad.

Wonbin is the first to break the silence, saying, “I saw some people selling bingsu on the way here. I’ve practically been thinking about it this whole time.” He pauses to choose his next words carefully. “If you're not doing anything after this, do you maybe wanna… come with? When we’re done?”

You pretended to contemplate it for a little bit, tapping your finger on your chin. “Hmmm… sure,” you finally reply. “You’re buying, though.”

“Fine,” he yields. “But maybe you should get a change of clothes before we go. You sorta reek of tteokbokki.”

You push at his shoulder with an exasperated groan as the corners of his mouth lift to form a familiar teasing smile. “Oh, screw you, Wonbin.”

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I hope you enjoy! This also helped me write something I wanted to featuring Court's birthday TNTL!

WEDDING BELLS?! | Spencer Agnew x F!Reader

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Description: Filming a birthday TNTL is always special, especially when Y/N and Spencer can do a joke poking at their best friends. 

Try Not To Laugh is one of Smosh’s biggest series that the channel does. It’s one of Y/N’s favorites to film because it’s never the same, every episode is different and fun to film. As one of the newest cast members, Y/N was still nervous to film the show but today was going to be different because her boyfriend Spencer was filming the episode as well. It was a very special one because it’s for Courtney’s birthday.

Sitting on one of the stools, she’s scrolling through her phone when she feels arms wrap around her from behind. Her face lights up when she sees the familiar tattoos and smells the ever familiar cologne, “Hey, Spence. Whatcha doin?” She asks, leaning her head back onto his shoulder.

“Just seeing what my beautiful girlfriend is doing.” He says, rubbing her arms as she smiles at him. “Well, I’m just waiting for my amazing boyfriend but I can’t see to find him. Have you seen him?” He rolls his eyes as she laughs, he playfully frowns before walking away with his head down. “No, no, babe. I’m sorry. Come back.” She gets off the stool and follows him. She hugs him from behind when he stops, resting her head on his shoulder, “You’re so mean to me.” He says, faking to be sad but she doesn’t know that.

“I’m sorry baby, I was just joking.” He turns around with a big smile on his face, “I know, I was messing with you.” She huffs as he pulls her into his arms. “Okay, you two are sickeningly cute. We get it.” Angela says as she walks on set. “Awe, Ang, I can help you find someone.” Y/N suggests, “Nah, I’m okay. This is plenty for me for now.” The two women smile at each other before more people start to come in.

It’s not much longer until everyone is on set that needs to be there so they can start shooting. Y/N stands between Courtney and Spencer to do the intro, “Woohoo. It’s Courtney’s birthday!” Ian says as the entire cast and crew cheer for them.

“So we, we have a very special try not to laugh today. We have so many people, including maybe some surprises.” Ian continues, making a silly voice towards the end. Courtney laughs then mocks him before he continues, “It’s gonna be a big one. Courtney, how are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling extremely nervous, I haven’t seen any of you all day until literally two minutes ago. So it’s, we’re doing like shock therapy. Here we go! We’re going in, we’re diving in!.” They say, their nerves slightly showing. “All right, let’s dive in guys, let’s go!” Ian says as everyone cheers then moves around. 

The first four on the stools are Shayne, Courtney, Y/N, and Spencer. Amanda starts it off, doing a very good security guard impression and everyone is able to hold their water in until someone dressed as Freddy Fazbear pops out. Y/N screams when she sees it, spitting out her water while Courtney spits out theirs from laughing. Shayne and Spencer spit their water out a second later.

It turns out that Trevor is in the Freddy suit which makes Y/N surprised. “I would’ve never guessed it was Trev. Honestly.” She says, laughing as Trevor talks about how he can’t see anything.

Ian goes next, using a speaker to play some sound effects. Courtney, Y/N and Spencer laughed and then suddenly it’s Ian reading straight from Twilight. Y/N grips Spencer’s arm as she starts laughing even more, “I can’t, I can’t” She says breathless as she holds onto him for support.

Next is Olivia, who makes everyone laugh with her gagging and farting before she comes out as Boneless. She gives Courtney two paintings she did before leaving.

Erin D walks out dressed as Gerald Cakes and does a little and turns before saying “I’m on my way.” Making all four spit out their water as she twerks. 

Damien is next and Tommy walks out first. The four wait until Damien walks out dressed like Baron Harkonnen, he doesn’t even get to do anything as Y/N already spits out her water from laughing. The bit gets better as it goes on, everyone spits out their water before it’s over.

Vida comes out next with a ukulele. “There’s nowhere to- actually. There’s a lot of places to masterbate when you’re at Smosh.” She sings, making everyone shocked. Courtney covers their mouth while Shayne turns away. Y/N and Spencer look at the crew shocked while she grabs his hand.

“Just don’t tell my boss.” Vida sings, Shyne spits out his water almost immediately. “And as my gift for you, I’ll share a few.” Y/N squeezes Spencer’s hand, getting ready for whatever is about to happen.

“So the crying bathroom’s obvious and the voice over booth.” Courtney spits out her water at the one. “You can use Ian’s office, just make sure Ian’s through.” Spencer lets the water out of his mouth, shocked that this is going on. Y/N remains the only one with water in her mouth.

“On the games stage, you can master your moose.” Y/N spits out her water at that as Spencer quickly shakes his head. “Dear god, please no!” She begs looking at the camera. Vida soon ends her song to applause as everyone laughs, shocked at the whole thing.

Brett Miller, comes out and sings Court happy birthday as Marylin Monroe. The final one before they switch out is Bailey. Emily gives the all clear and the four wait, she doesn’t walk out from behind the divider.

“So, guys, do you have any plans after this?” Bailey’s voice asks from behind and they look to see her dressed as Bystander. They all spit out their water as Y/N and Courtney scream.

Angela runs out screaming, “He won’t leave me alone.” The two do the bystander bit and after it’s time to switch out.

Y/N, Shayne, and Spencer walk behind the divider as Ian and Olivia sit with Court. “So, Spence, I think we should do our bit together.” She suggests, looking at her boyfriend excited. “What do you have in mind? You look very mischievous.” He asks, a little nervous.

She whispers the plan in his ear, making him smirk as the plan is genius. “Ooo, Tommy! Come here!” Y/N says, pulling the man in and she fills him in on the plan.

A few minutes later it’s Spencer and Y/N’s turn. Tommy walks out first, a bow tie around his neck and book in hand. Courtney looks at him confused until Y/N walks out in a white outfit with a veil on her head. Spencer then walks out with a tie around his neck, the crew screams in excitement as they try to see if what’s about to happen, happens.

“Dearly beloved cast and crew, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of the Courtney wannabe and Shayne wannabe.” Courtney spits out their water as they laugh. “Do you take each other to be wedded husband and wife?” Tommy asks, “I do.” Spencer and Y/N say in unison.

“By the power vested in me and the state of Smosh. You are officially copycats!” He declares as Spencer dips Y/N and kisses her. The cast and crew cheer as they stand up straight. “We really aren't’ going to beat the rumors now huh?” Y/N jokes and Spencer shrugs before they walk back behind the divider.

Once the two are behind it, they start laughing as he pulls her into his arms. “Maybe that’ll be real one day.” She looks at him with a raised brow, “Maybe? I was hoping for definitely.” He chuckles before kissing her cheek.

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Full Robert Sean Leonard 'House'-a-palooza Interview: "As we know, I’m straight, but yeah, it’s like, homina homina homina."

May 01 2006 | By Maureen Ryan

Do you watch the show much?

"I can't watch it. I mean, Hugh doesn't watch it because he's anal and … eight years old. [laughs] And by the way, I don’t buy it, I think he does watch it.

“I watched in the first year. We live in New York and [my fiancé] was in California] and she likes it because I’m on it. But then she left, she had to come back to New York, and what are you going to do? The idea of me watching myself on TV, alone in Santa Monica, was just about... just short of, like, a bottle of Maker’s Mark and a shotgun away from shooting myself. [much laughter]  So I haven’t watched it all season. But when I have watched it, I’ve been mildly confused and Hugh is appropriately grumpy."

I have this theory that a lot of my favorite shows aren’t even about what they’re supposed to be about -- they have to be set in a hospital or police station or outer space or whatever because the network can market that, but they’re secretly not even about that. Like, “House” is really about ethics and morality.

“Yeah, sure, I think that’s true.”

But you can’t pitch that show to the network. “Hey, we have this great show that examines personal morality!"

“‘It’s based on “A View from the Bridge.”’

Right! They’re really going to for that.

“Yeah. [laughs] I think it’s good, and when it’s right, when the show works, the mystery works. It has a Sherlock Holmes-ian feel to it, and you do kind of want to know what’s wrong with [the patients]. And it is interesting, the turns and twists that get you there. And there’s always a little bit of character-driven fun stuff in between, of who these people are and how they affect each other. And that’s it at its best. And I guess that could be true of any show.

“It’s tricky, you’ve got a lead character [who’s different from the TV norm] and you’ve got to be careful because those characters can be one-note. He’s the cranky guy, he’s the Australian guy, I’m the friend in one or two scenes a week. You just have to be careful, and I think we are, we have a really great team of writers. And the numbers are building, people are watching.”

So this two-parter on May 2 and 3, I think the unofficial subtitle is the “Festival of Foreman.” I guess they’re his Emmy episodes, and that’s fine. But you’re hardly in them, what’s up with that?

“Honestly, I’m okay. I don’t want an Emmy. This is what I want -- I know exactly what I want. I did play with a guy named Skip Sudduth, ‘The Iceman Cometh,’ seven years ago. I saw him five years later, and I said, ‘Geez, Skip, where have you been? I don’t see you at readings anymore.’ He said, ‘I’ve been on “Third Watch.”’ It sounded familiar but I’d never seen it. He said, ‘I’ve been doing it for five years.’ I said, ‘Holy crap!’ And he was back doing theater. That’s my dream.

“And it’s happening. I walk down the street and people say, ‘Where are you?’ and I say, ‘I’m on this show called “House.”’ My friend Lewis Black [from 'The Daily Show'] said, ‘What is it called? “Head”?’

“I’m okay. I’ve never been happier than where my career is now. And I don’t want it to change necessarily. Money’s good, and I’m glad I’m getting that, and I’m putting it away for later in life when I do more Tom Stoppard plays at Lincoln Center and make no money. But really, I’m great. I don’t mind working two days a week.

“Because those other guys, the Scooby gang, or the Mod Squad -- they are at that studio for 16 hours a day saying ‘tachycardia, lupus, blablahdeblah.’ Honestly, I’d kill myself if  had to do those scenes for that long. I’m very happy with the size of my role, I don’t want it to get any bigger. I’m happy.”

So we won’t see the very special “House” episode where Dr. Wilson almost dies?

“That might be how I get off the show.” [laughs]

Well, you could die and come back as a ghost. Then it would be the “House Whisperer.”

“Yeah [laughs]. The hair makeup people were saying one day, ‘Oh, I love those scenes with you and Hugh, there should be more of that.’ And I’m like, ‘Shhh! Don’t say that!’ I’m the luckiest man in Hollywood. I work only with Hugh, pretty much, who’s great. And I work two days a week.”

Do you fly back and forth to New York then?

"No, not really. They don’t let me because they need me around, the schedule changes so much. I’m going to try to get away with that a little more [in the upcoming season]. Now that [my fiancé] is here, I really will kill myself if I’m out there as much as I was last year, without her.”

So five days a week you’re doing what – Botox injections? Going to the mall? Watching “Maury”?

“Rob Lowe once said the secret to being an actor in L.A. is sleeping as late as you possibly can and going to be as early as possible. I remember him saying, ‘I recommend pajamas by 4:30 p.m.’”

What’s interesting about this show is that they’re taken something that could be a very formulaic procedural and quite often turn it on its head.

“I didn’t know anything about TV, I’d never done [a TV show], but I now know very well that there are procedurals and character-driven shows. ‘Law & Order’ is a procedural and ‘Grey’s Anatomy’ is a character-driven show. The test [as to which category a show is in], someone once said to me, which I thought was hysterical, is this question: Did Sam Waterston sleep with [the assistant DA] on ‘Law & Order’? If the answer is ‘I don’t give a [hoot], I want to know the next element of the case,’ then it’s a procedural.

“Our show is weirdly, and there must be precedent for this, but it’s weirdly equally both. I think it’s very much a procedural, and without that sick patient every week, we wouldn’t work. And without the character stuff it wouldn’t work. And weirdly, people do care if House sleeps with one of our characters, and also care equally what’s wrong with this person and how they’re going to solve the case.”

I guess I like the character stuff better, but you’re right, it probably wouldn’t work without the suspense of the weekly case and somebody being critically ill.

“No, I think you need that. I think the echoes of Sherlock Holmes are too strong. The original idea of the show was House and Wilson, like Holmes and Watson. But it got away from that, and his team is Watson, if you want to be technical about it.

“I’m more like … the only way I’ve found to define it, and it’s so pretentious that it makes me want to jump out a window, is like King Lear’s fool. I’m like the only one who tells him the truth. And [Wilson] has nothing to lose. I don’t work for him and he doesn’t work for me. I’m the only character who chooses to be with him as opposed to being there because of a job. And because of that I have the freedom to tell him what I think. Not that Cuddy holds back much.”

I think her role is to say, "No! Bad House!"

“Have you talked to Lisa Edelstein [who plays Cuddy]? She’s so great. This Japanese woman once said to her, ‘You on “ER”!’ And she said, ‘I have been on “ER,” but now I’m on “House.”’ And [the woman says] ‘Oh yes, “House.” You say, “No, you don’t!”’ Every time we do the table read, I burst into laughter at some point, because there is the voice of that woman in my head, ‘You say “No, you don’t!”’ That’s the entire definition of Lisa’s character. Not completely, but we laugh [about it]. We have the same dilemma. We’re on this show that we’re … kind of on. Crew members say, ‘How long have you been on the show?’ ‘Uh, since the pilot.’ They really don’t know what we’re doing there.”

So in terms of the other stuff going on in your career, that’s going well, all the theater stuff?

“I’ve achieved everything I wanted to do. When I was growing up, I wanted to be Kevin Kline, Sam Waterston. I grew up watching the Public Theater and Shakespeare in the park and Marion Seldes. I mean, I may as well be gay.”

I’m not entirely sure you’re not.

[laughs] “But the thing is, I got it [i.e. his goals]. I’ve done 14 Broadway shows and got a Tony award, and now I’m making money and no one even really knows. I’m getting away with murder. If I come back to New York in two years and nothing’s changed, I’ll be thrilled. All I really want to do is [act in] plays, play with my dog, have kids. My desires are pretty simple. I don’t really want to do movies anymore. I’m pretty tired of camera acting.”

Why are you tired of camera acting? Is it the repetition of it?

“No, no, quite the opposite. We don’t rehearse enough. We do scenes where people barely know their lines, where people just about know their lines. In theater, you do it so many times and you get so familiar that then you can actually start having fun with it. And I really miss that feeling.

“It’s true of films too. I don’t know. I think I’m fine on film, but … I have walked offstage and thought, ‘Wow, no one has done that better. People may have done it as well, but not better.' I’ve actually had that feeling after ‘Long Day’s Journey Into Night,’ or a Shaw play or whatever. I’ve never felt that way with film. I always feel like, ‘Boy, Donald Sutherland would have done that a lot better.’ [laughs] I just don’t think it’s what I do best. I think I’m fine, but there are people who are eerily good at it. In all humility, of which I have none [laughs], that’s how I feel about my work on stage. I really do feel that I’m gifted at it.”

Just to change gears completely, what happens in the finale?

“Well, I think the finale is a bit of a cliffhanger. Something very exciting happens. It’s extremely exciting and freaky and I think it’s great. I can’t say what it is. You end this season very curious about how the next season is going to start. It’s a great final show and a big cliffhanger.”

So it seems like Hugh Laurie is so disparaging of his own talents. But he’s so good as House.

“Some people ask me, ‘Oh, why does Wilson want to hang out with House so much?’ and I’m like, ‘You idiot.’ [laughs] House is designed to be attractive! He’s brilliant, he’s self-deprecating, he has a limp. But yeah, Hugh hates himself and he’s very funny about it.  There’s no better combination in my book. Like Lewis Black.”

But as an acting partner, he’s good to work with?

“Oh yeah. The thing is, with this part, Hugh has a huge obstacle he has to deal with, having an American accent. His problem isn’t our problem. We as the audience don’t have that problem, because what he doesn’t know is that he does it perfectly. But of course he doesn’t hear that. That’s why he can’t watch the show.

“When you’re doing an accent, you don’t feel like you’re interesting in the role. Even if everyone around is telling you that you are. And to be in a play is one thing, but to be on TV show that runs for years, I don’t know how he’s going to do it. To be that hard on yourself and be that disappointed in your own work. But as I said, and underline this four times, he’s wrong.”

And then he obviously hates when anyone calls him a sex symbol. You read his quotes when people ask him about that stuff and you can feel the embarrassment rising off the page.

“Yeah, he hates that stuff. And even more than the ‘sexy’ stuff, he hates the ‘you’re brilliant’ stuff. Of course there’s a part of him that likes him, there’s a part of all of us that likes that. [But him being hard on his performance], it’s not false vanity.

“I think Hugh does work he’s proud of and does work he thinks is good, I’m just not sure it’ll ever be this [show]. Having an accent… acting is letting go and forgetting yourself, it’s the opposite of ego. It’s flying away and getting away from yourself and forgetting. And when you’re doing an accent, it’s virtually impossible to do that.

“It’s hard when you're in a play, doing the same lines, the same way for eight months. Hugh learns 72 new lines a day and has to put an American accent on them. It really is an actor’s nightmare. I’ve done [with accents] Brian Friel plays, Martin Sherman plays, Tom Stoppard plays, and maybe five months into it you have a night where you kind of feel OK and kind of forget the accent and let go and let the scene happen. To have a strange accent in your mouth while playing a role, and then be judged for it, that’s hard stuff.

“And can I tell you, when you have dinner with Hugh Laurie [speaking in his real accent]… I miss that voice.”

Yeah. He called me once directly for an interview. I was expecting the publicist to put him through, but it was just that voice on the phone. I was sort of thrown for a minute.

“As we know, I’m straight, but yeah, it’s like, homina homina homina.” [laughs]

---- [source (part 2)] | part 1 | part 3 ---

it took me two hours to track this interview down. it might be the longest one he's ever done. first i tracked it down to tumblr pages posting about it with no source please stop doing that. then i found a short youtube video of laurie saying "homina homina" on an snl skit i think and someone in the comments mentioned the site where the rsl interview was posted. however the site wouldn't let me in, i guess they took it down so i headed to archive dot org. i didn't have a specific link though so that didn't really work out either. then for nearly an hour i tried a wide range of word combinations on google until i stumbled upon a livejournal page of rpf hugh laurie/rsl fanfic. SOMEONE tysm karaokegal posted the exact link i was looking for in the comments. quick trip to the wayback machine and here you go!

i should be on those ethical hacking competition things

[coralinnii]

Hey hey! Congrats on the milestone! Now on to the request.

Neige

Lilia

Ruggie

Jamil

What would a beach date be like with them? Also please keep it as gn neutral as possible.

- 💚 Anon

❋ It’s a Beach Episode ❋

↳ Beach date with him

feat: Neige ⭑ Lilia ⭑ Ruggie ⭑ Jamil

genre: fluff

note: no pronouns used with the reader, established relationships, reader is wearing swimwear but style is unspecified,

I’m an advocate for sunscreen in daily skincare. It doesn’t matter where you are, when it is, or how resilient your skin is, protecting your beautiful face and body is a must. Also, having grown up near a beach, I have may have lost the hype for beach outings ^_^” But I hope you still enjoy~

2.7K followers writing event

Due to Neige’s rising fame, having an intimate moment with you was not as easy as one would hope. Fortunately, Sage’s Island is a fairly remote area where inhabitants live a peaceful, secluded life which gave the sweet man an idea; a picnic date on the quiet beach.

Neige would be punctual to the meet-up, perhaps even 15 minutes early just so he doesn’t make you wait. Imagine a shy but excited little gentleman would stand alone with a basket of goodies to share, eager to see you.

Whether you chose to wear a swimsuit or something easy to wear by the waters, Neige would be immediately starstruck by your casual beauty. Seeing you glow under the sun while a gentle sea breeze wave through, you looked straight out from a fairytale to him. He specifically chose a time and area where there were little people roaming around, but even if it was as crowded as a summer festival, you were the apple of his eye and everything else would fade into the background.

Neige is very easy-going, willing to go with the flow. If you wanted to splash around in the ocean, he would enthusiastically jump and start a playful play fight in the cooling waters. If not, he’s just as happy to just sit down on a blanket, sharing the sweet treats he made while chatting away about everything and anything.

No matter what the two of you did, the young starlet never felt more at peace than he was with you. Don’t get him wrong, he loves his fans and he’s proud of all the work he put to bring recognition to his name, but there’s just something about spending the day just watching you smile and laugh washes the hidden burdens on his shoulders.

The day ends with the two of you watching the sun set beneath the horizon, Neige’s head laying atop of yours as you listen to the waves and the sounds of your heartbeat.

“I’ll tell you a secret. I’ve been really looking forward to this day! I almost couldn’t sleep last night, because I was just so excited to see you.”

A day at the beach with Lilia would be less of a date and more of an adventure (unless that is your ideal date). Lilia lives in the moment with great vigour so be prepared for a date filled with activities and games.

Lilia would not be shy about complimenting your swimwear, you would be absolutely darling, just like him. The cheeky fae would be confident enough to say the two of you would be the most adorable couple on the beach by far. No matter how you choose to dress, he would be proud to show you off and would bluntly say with no shame, especially so if he knows you get flustered about it.

“Hehe, my dear is particularly captivating today, much like a joyful summer day.”

Expect lots of fun with Lilia as the two of you go around the beach making the most of the day. Swimming, surfing, tubing, trying out the dessert stands, there is not a boring moment with the outgoing senior.

Lilia would be receptive if you were to tell him if you were uncomfortable with some of the activities but at the same time, he would want to encourage you to break out of your comfort zone and live without regrets. He hopes that you would be unafraid to try new things with him, knowing that you can wholeheartedly trust him.

As I say that, I don’t think Lilia would pass up the chance to scare you just a little bit. He can’t help himself if he gets somewhat giddy to feel you hold him just a little tighter as you explored the hidden caves, or when he somehow convinced you to surf with him…on the same board.

You’d probably be exhausted by the end of the day but you can bet that it would be just like every day with Lilia, memorable.

“Oh, let us get a pair of matching shirts as a souvenir. Hmm, those shirts are a little too eccentric, you say? Nonsense! It screams major summer vibes, wouldn’t you say?”

Not gonna lie, you’re probably gonna have to try and convince Ruggie to go on a date like this with you. Afterall, time is money and he ain’t got a lot of the latter. But, give him a pout and ask really nicely and he’ll probably crack. He’s honestly just too weak for his lover, he’ll just pick up some extra shifts later.

He’d try to not be too obvious, but when he first saw you once you changed, he couldn’t stop glancing at you. You were attractive already but seeing you out of the school uniform, it was like a new side of you he hasn’t seen before.

His territorial instincts kicked in as he sensed gazes on the beach towards his direction. Then, he realized it wasn’t towards the hyena beastman… Suddenly, he was shamelessly clinging to you with an arm constantly around you. It isn’t necessarily because Ruggie is jealous, but rather he’s too greedy to share his lover, in any way.

Aside from perhaps some summer shifts, Ruggie didn’t have the time to hang around beaches for fun so he wasn’t sure what to do. However, if you mentioned that sometimes people would collect sea creatures to eat, Ruggie’s scruffy tail started to wag. Oh, tell him more.

You and Ruggie would stroll by the low tides while you went seashell collecting (among other shell “varieties”). While it may not be the date you were expecting, how could you not smile fondly watching your boyfriend looking so cute while foraging for clams and mussels?

But your heart skipped a beat when Ruggie, with a cheeky grin but flushed cheeks, gave you a handful of beautiful shells of various shapes and colors. With his signature laugh, he said that he thought of you when he saw them, thinking you would like them.

Now sitting on a table in your bedroom is a cute little jar filled with those same shells.

“Shyehehe, they may not be fancy jewels or anythin’, but I could at least do somethin’ like this”

Jamil is another workaholic to convince. You would need Kalim with you to convince him that no, the Scarabia dorm will not burn down in the hours he will be gone.

Once you finally convinced him, then Jamil would start immediately packing essentials (and nonessentials) to what was supposed to be a simple date by the beach. Sunscreen, shades, blankets, spare swimwear, chargers, bandaids, umbrellas… you would think the two of you were around to leave the island instead. Even Jamil knew he might be going overboard but he doesn't want to risk anything on this rare day off with you.

The moment he saw you in your swimwear, there was a rush of nerves in his body. There was something about seeing you on this day, where it’s just the two of you, felt intimate and something that was only for him. That compelled him to naturally hide under his hoodie, embarrassed to feel this happy over seeing a new side of you.

Like Ruggie, Jamil has keen eyes and he could tell when eyes were following them. The long-haired man is quick to hand you his hoodie, telling you with ease that the sun is especially harsh that day.

Which leads to how you two decided to put on sunscreen while you can. One of Jamil’s love languages is acts of service so he was already pulling you close to apply sunscreen generously on your skin (wherever you were comfortable with).

The vice housewarden was gentler with your face, cradling your cheeks as he used his fingers to ease the product on your skin. The warmth of his hands distracted you from the coldness of the sunscreen, or could it actually be the burn in your cheeks.

Jamil may not be any better, though. Even after applying the sunscreen, Jamil did not let go of your face, seemingly lost in your eyes. His charcoal eyes drank in your attention, a satisfying sensation filled him as he only sees himself reflected in your lovely eyes as he was sure his eyes reflected only you, As though nothing else was more important.

Eventually, Jamil released your face as he stood up. He offered his hand to you, with a softer look in his eyes. He was here as your boyfriend, after all. No duties, no stressful obligations, just a young man free to share a day with his beloved.

“What should we do, you ask? Hm, would you follow what I say today? Heh, no need to panic, it’s a day for us to enjoy, afterall.”

[webslingingslasher]

i was thinking about how boyfriend!frat peter would swing his way back to trouble and like thinking if she needs something or what she was doing all the time he was on patrol like

"has she seen the episode we didn't get to finish?"

"nah, she wouldn't... right?"

"i hope she forgot bout it"

"i think she ran out of toilet paper"

"gonna be so mad if she saw that episode without me"

kinda messy in a peter way but he likes to find himself thinking about her after being spiderman because sets him down to earth again <3

the second peter had his hand on your window, your laptop slammed shut. you were sitting a little too straight up, your hands in plain sight.

'were you watching porn?' you sputter, the idea making your chest feel warm. 'no! i was just looking at stuff.' peter's eyebrow quirks, 'porn stuff?'

'no!' your eyes flash around the room, it's a guilty look. 'oh, c'mon, it can't be that bad. what kind of stuff are you into?' peter swears he's joking, but when he playfully reaches for your computer you flatten yourself on top of it.

'holy shit, it really is porn.'

'it's not porn! it's... it's... for you. yeah, it's for you and it's a surprise!' your boyfriend blinks, 'you have to believe the lie to sell it, trouble.'

you couldn't be caught, peter would never forgive you.

'you got me at a bad time, you were supposed to call me on your way over.'

'did you miss me that bad? you had to pregame my arrival?' you huff, sitting up and fixing your hair, you don't realize how close your boyfriend got.

'i wasn't doing that!'

'you were about to.'

'no!'

peter's having way too much fun, 'then what were you doing?'

'i already told you, nothing!'

peter's quick, he grabs your laptop but not before you catch the other side. a gentle game of tug and war. 'i'm gonna look.' you tug, it's useless, peter could rip it from your grasp in a second.

'no! not allowed!'

'then tell me what you're hiding.'

'no!' you screech louder when he takes total ownership of the machine. guilt washes over you, you've been caught red handed. the only solution was looking at your knees.

your boyfriend gasps in horror at the screen, it sounds like how you knew he'd feel about it.

'i'm sorry, peter. you were never supposed to find out.'

'how could you do this to me? to us?'

you can't even make eye contact. 'i know, i'm sorry.'

it's like it chokes him to say, 'how long has this been going on?' you look up at him, if you plead he may accept your apology.

'not long, i promise! it was just today.... and maybe last week. but i swear i'll never do it again.'

'this hurts, trouble. this really hurts me.'

sure, maybe you did betray his trust a little. but he's the one that got you hooked in the first place, he can't push all the blame on you.

'but you've already seen it! and i really wanted to see the next episode and you weren't here and i figured it would be okay... but that was four episodes ago.'

'fine. but you need to keep me updated, because the only reason i'm rewatching it is so i can experience it with you.'

a subtle confession, something you weren't supposed to take to heart, but you did. the whole reason peter got you watching was so he could relive all his favorite parts, but with you.

you pout, peter pushes your computer back in your hands and points at your bottom lip. 'no. you dug your grave, you don't get to be sad that i'm sad.'

'but i'm really sorry.'

'sorry you got caught.'

'no! i'll never watch it without you, i promise.' except you were in the middle of a very juicy scene and you're itching to press play. peter can read you like a book.

'you wanna do it right now, don't you?'

'no.' ..... 'yes.' ..... 'but i won't.'

'god gives his hardest battles to his strongest soldiers.'

peter doesn't understand the restraint you're showing. 'you stink, go take a shower.'

'promise you won't keep watching?'

it's hard, but you can do it for him.

'promise.'